Edith's pussy gaped at Jo-Jo, dripping with juice, and she couldn't resist touching it. That humongous clit seemed to beckon to her, and she dived in tongue first and planted a sloppy kiss on the long slit. It was warm and sticky and tasty, and kissing it thrilled her. She licked Edith's tight little hole, then kissed the enormous clit and sucked gently, drawing the big spike between her lips.
"Oooooo," Edith murmured, "you catch on quickly."
Edith bucked and tipped her cunt up and threw her left leg over the back of the couch. Jo-Jo stayed with her, her lips sealed around Edith's erect clitoris, sucking tenderly.
"Suck a little harder," Edith panted, her body jerking. "That's fantastic, darling, so fucking good! I'm going to cum!"
CHAPTER ONE
Andrea pushed the breakfast dishes out of the way, lifted her thin summer robe and sat on the table in front of Rob. She pushed her robe open, put a foot on each side of his chair seat and casually fluffed up her sumptuous muff.
He stared at her pretty pussy, at her hand moving idly over her mound. "A year ago when you started doing this, I thought it was pretty outlandish. Now, I look forward to it."
"I like to do outlandish things, darling," she said with a soft, sexy chuckle. She smiled and smoothed his hair back, then put her hand behind his head and pulled his mouth gently toward her hairy slit. "Kiss my pussy, darling, show me how much you love it."
He puckered up and gave her hot gash a sloppy kiss.
"Mmmmmm, that feels good." She slid one hand into her crotch with two fingers on each side, of her gash and pulled it open. "Lick my slit, darling."
"You're the only girl I've ever known who said slit instead of pussy." He tongued her seam avidly, beguiled by his lusty desire and her bewitching allure.
She rocked slowly back and forth on her ass and pressed her snatch harder to his mouth. "Good, darling, so good," she whispered. "I love the way you lick my cunt."
She tangled her fingers in his hair and humped her ass faster, wiggling her crotch over his mouth, from the top of her gash to her asshole.
"Suck me, darling," she whispered passionately. "Put your mouth over my cunthole and suck my juice out."
He alternated between sucking her hole lustily and fucking it with his tongue. He loved the ambrosial flavor of her essence and the way she talked to him. Her raunchy nature added a poignant sizzle to their sex life.
"I'm going to cum, darling," she moaned. "Get my clit, darling. Get it good and make me cum!"
He concentrated his tongue directly on her erect clit, clinging to the cheeks of her lush ass and licking her spectacular, agitated stud vigorously, and she twitched and twisted turbulently as her climax seized her and transported her to the heights of ecstasy.
"Damn, that was good, darling," she whispered hotly. "You always lick me so well."
She leaned over and unbuckled his belt, and he stood up and grinned and caressed the silky flesh on the inside of her bare thighs as she opened his pants and pushed them down. His cock sprang out, bouncing up and down, throbbing strongly, and she grabbed the stiff shaft with her fist and yanked it hard.
"Damn, sweetheart, don't pull the damn thing off," he muttered as he shuffled forward.
"Oh, darling, you know how fucking crazy I get when I see your hard cock! Put it in me, fuck me!"
She rubbed the crown of his cock up and down her hot, wet slit, teasing both herself and him, pushed it down to her cunthole and hunched her ass forward, then wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled hard, driving his prick into her dripping cunt. She put her hands on his ass and pulled him closer still, as if trying to get his balls in with his cock.
"Ooohhh, God, lover, that's what I want! Now, fuck me, baby, fuck me before I go out of my fucking mind!"
He paused to savor the way her superheated cunt felt around his prick. The sensation had no equal, a feeling to be remembered forever, no matter how often he fucked her. She tugged at him with her legs and squirmed her ass, urging him to get busy, and he started sawing his cock in and out slowly.
She put her hands on his shoulders and held on as she looked down at his cock sliding in and out of her cunt, jerking her ass back and forth on the table, reveling in the glorious feeling of her husband's robust cock stretching her tender little cunt. It was so thick, and long enough to hit bottom every time he thrust into her, turning her twat into liquid fire. She hunched on his rod faster and moaned and her eyes rolled up slowly. Then she began to pant, like the little engine that could as it climbed the mountain. The more she moaned, the harder he fucked, and the harder he fucked, the louder she moaned.
"So good, darling, so good," she whimpered. "God, I love to fuck! Get it, baby! Get my cunt good!" She braced herself on her elbows, giving him the perfect angle to pound her pussy. "I'm almost there, baby, get me off!"
He fucked her faster and harder, slamming his cock deep into her tight twat, hitting bottom with each lunge, and her heated snatch sapped his strength swiftly. He grabbed her big tits and twisted her stiff nipples, and she came with a rush and a roar.
She fell back on the table, tightened her legs around his waist and locked her cunt muscles on his probing prong like in a velvet vise as her orgasm began deep in her sex channel and worked its way up her body in waves. The grand sensation traveled to her brain with lightning speed, then exploded in a thousand points of light.
She sat up and grinned as if she had just won the gold in the hundred meter dash. "I really ; like to fuck, darling, more than I like to do most anything else."
"As if I didn't know. The guys at the office wonder why I don't stop off after work and have a drink with them, and I always have to make some sort of excuse."
"Just tell your boss that you have to hurry home and fuck your horny wife," she giggled. She slid off the table and knelt between his knees. His balls dangled between his thighs, below his stiff prick, and she slipped her left hand under them and held them in her palm. "Such big splendid balls, so full of tasty juice for me to enjoy." She squeezed his balls gently and licked the head of his cock. "Your cock is gorgeous," she said, her voice sultry with emotion. "The head looks like a big ripe plum." She stroked his long shaft with both hands and glanced up at him, then kissed the knob. "Which do you like best, a blow job, a hand job, or putting this pretty cock in a cunt and fucking a girl's brains out?"
He chuckled. "All of the above! Which one are you going to do?"
"Oh, whatever," she replied flippantly. "I haven't decided yet. But don't worry, darling, I'll drain this lovely hunk of meat one way or the other."
She reached up on the table and got his cup and took a drink of coffee and held the warm liquid in her mouth, then swallowed quickly and engulfed about half of his rod.
"Mmmmmm," he said, "you're just full of surprises. The coffee makes your mouth hotter than usual."
She looked up at him and winked. "Didn't know you were marrying such a tigress, did you? Think you can handle her?"
"If I can't, I'll call in reinforcements."
She chuckled sexily. "That's a fantasy we'll have to explore one of these days."
She rubbed the head of his cock lightly over her lips, then held it in the palm of her left hand and squeezed ever so slightly with her right hand and pulled his prick with a slow, steady rhythm.
"Damn," he whispered, "you're a very handy girl to have around."
She showed her appreciation of the pun by grinning at him, tightened the grip of her right hand around his shaft and jerked him faster.
He grunted and lifted his ass off the chair to push his cock through her fist. She quickly removed her left hand from the head of his cock and cupped his balls and leaned over and took just the knob into her mouth as her right hand slid up and down his shaft more rapidly.
She deliberately gobbled his cum noisily so he would know that she liked eating it. Near the end of his climax, she swallowed his whole rod, sucked out the last drops of his essence and pushed his cock out of her mouth with her tongue.
"Hmmmmmm, that's so tasty," she murmured. "Think that will hold you until tonight?"
"I'm sure it will, sweetheart. Thanks, this is a great way to start the day."
"As long as you're a good boy," she teased, "we'll start every day this way."
He hauled his pants up and kissed his amazing wife. "See you for dinner, sweetheart. If I'm a few minutes late, keep it warm for me."
"I'll try to remember to keep dinner warm, too," she giggled. "Have a good day, darling, and don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"That covers the waterfront," he quipped as he went out the door.
Before she cleared the table, Andrea called her best friend.
"Honey, will you do me a favor? I always give Rob a nice piece of ass before he goes to work, but this morning he got up late and we didn't have time. Will you go by his office and fill in for me?"
"You're kidding," Jo-Jo said. "You shouldn't tease me, Andrea, you know how I feel about Rob."
"That's why I called you, honey," Andrea replied. "If my best friend won't do me a special favor, who will?"
"Why don't you do it, he's your husband?"
"I have to be at the hair dresser's in an hour, honey, and I'll be there all morning. Why are you so reluctant? Knowing how you feel about Rob, I thought you'd jump at the chance, and since I'm asking you to do it, you know it won't piss me off."
"I'm not reluctant, Andrea, I just don't know how Rob will react. I don't think he knows I exist. When I come over to visit, he barely notices me."
"Oh, he knows you exist, honey," Andrea laughed, "and he notices you. He thinks you're a pretty slick chick. His words, not mine. I would have said that you're a real doll, but you get the idea."
"If he thinks I'm such a slick chick, why hasn't he ever said so?"
"Because," Andrea said, "he's a gentleman, honey, and a gentleman doesn't make passes at his wife's girlfriends. Will you do it?"
"This isn't a joke, you really want me to go to his office and give him a blow job? Maybe you're testing him, or setting him up for a nasty divorce or something, and I'll be right in the middle of it."
"No joke, honey," Andrea replied, "and I'm not testing him or setting him up for a divorce, nasty or otherwise. You can be right in the middle of it, but I wouldn't let him get away from me for anything in the world."
"Why now," Jo-Jo said, "and why me?"
"This is more difficult than I thought it would be. About a year ago, I started sending him off to work with his cock drained. At first, he thought it was pretty outlandish, but he got used to it pretty quickly and now he really looks forward to it. This is the first time we haven't had time, and if one of us doesn't do it, he's going to have blue balls all day, and I don't have time. If I cancel my hair appointment, I'll have to wait a week for another one, and my hair looks terrible. Will you do it or not?"
"Your hair never looks terrible, and yes, I'll do it. But if I find out this is some sort of trick and Rob throws me out of his office, I'll never speak to you again."
"Oh, he won't throw you out, honey, and we'll be even better friends than before."
CHAPTER TWO
There were three empty visitor parking spots between two cars, and Jo-Jo still had trouble getting into one without banging into another car. She came so close to changing her mind and going back home. Andrea was right, this was outlandish, and she didn't know why she let herself get suckered into it.
But she had bathed and powdered and perfumed and dressed especially for the occasion, so she might as well at least stop in and say hello to Rob. Saying hello didn't obligate her to doing what Andrea wanted.
She got out of the car, remembered to lock it, and smoothed down the miniskirt of her white linen suit. She seldom wore a bra and often didn't wear panties, but today she felt awfully exposed without at least one piece of underwear. She shouldn't have thought of the word piece, it reminded her why she was there, and made her more nervous.
The high heels of her white summer sandals clacked loudly as she walked down the tiled hall to the elevators, and she wondered why she had chosen fuck-me shoes. Why not nice sensible pumps with medium heels? They would make her legs look just as good and wouldn't give the wrong impression.
She stabbed the elevator button for Rob's floor and stood against the back of the car, staring at the ceiling. She didn't remember ever looking up when she was riding in an elevator. If someone asked her later what the ceiling of the car looked like, she wouldn't be able to tell them. She hoped that no one else got on before she reached Rob's floor. They could take one look at her and know she was on her way to brighten up some guy's day with a terrific piece of ass.
She stabbed the stop button, then immediately stabbed the start button. Why shouldn't she fuck Rob? She was a terrific piece of ass, if she did say so herself, and she was only doing what Andrea asked.
Why did Andrea ask her to visit Rob this way? Did she lie, was she up to something that wasn't merely outlandish, but nefarious as well? She didn't think Andrea had ever lied to her about anything, but how could she be sure? Suppose Rob thought it was a joke and told her to be on her way? She'd been rejected before and it hadn't destroyed her ego, but being rejected by Rob would. She reached for the stop button, but before she could touch it, the car stopped and the doors opened.
She went down the hall with her heart in her mouth, beating a mile a minute, and entered Rob's office before she could change her mind.
Rob's secretary was a woman who looked to be in her forties. It was hard to tell. Her long shapeless dress looked as if it came off the bargain rack of a secondhand store, she wasn't wearing a trace of make-up, her hair was pulled into a bun on the back of her head-Jo-Jo assumed there was a lot of it, the bun was pretty big-and her big glasses with black plastic frames gave her an owlish look. The sign on her desk said her name as Edith Novak.
Jo-Jo couldn't decide if Edith's hair was black or brown, something in between, or neither, with a few streaks of gray thrown in to confuse the situation even more. In any case, she was sure Rob could do better-until she realized that Edith's fingers were flying over her computer keyboard so fast, they looked blurry. Well, she might be as efficient as they come, but she certainly wasn't pretty enough to preside over a vice president's outer office. In Jo-Jo's opinion, anyway.
Edith's fingers continued to fly over the keyboard as she looked up and said, "May I help you?"
"Yes, I'm Jo-Jo Howard, and I'd like to see Mr. Kirby on a personal matter, a very important personal matter."
Edith's fingers didn't miss a stroke as she said, "You don't have an appointment."
How does she do that? Maybe she's just typing gibberish, trying to look busy to impress the boss. Jo-Jo put on a saccharine smile. Damn it, woman, this is hard enough for me already, don't make it worse! "I'm a personal friend, not a business associate. Please tell Mr. Kirby that I'm here and ask if he'll see me."
Edith stopped pummeling the keyboard, picked up the phone and punched a button. "Yes, there's a Miss Howard here. Says she's a personal friend, and wants to know if you'll see her." She put down the phone and smiled for the first time. "He said if I let you get away, he'll skin me alive, so you'd better get in there. I like my skin."
You 're probably the only one, Jo-Jo said to herself. She gave the dowdy secretary a weak smile, then turned and hurried to the door of Rob's office before her feet got any colder.
Rob met Jo-Jo at the door with a big smile and an extended hand. "Hello, Jo-Jo, this is a pleasant surprise. Come in, come in, would you like a cup of coffee?"
"Yes, thank you," she said, "black, no sugar."
"Same way I take mine, the only way to enjoy the true taste of good coffee. Edith, two coffees, please."
He seated her on the couch in front of his desk and sat across the coffee table from her, in a large leather chair. "You seem uptight, Jo-Jo. Do I make you nervous?"
She laughed nervously. "Yes," she said.
"I like your honesty." He leaned back in his chair and looked at her steadily. "The man who used to have this job took his coffee so thick you could barely pour it. He said there was no such thing as strong coffee, only weak people. He liked strong people. So do I."
Jo-Jo looked at him and smiled. She didn't think he expected her to reply. She didn't know what to say in any case.
"You look fabulous, as usual, Jo-Jo, and I know I'm stepping over the line, but I have to say it. You look good enough to eat."
He had opened the door a crack, and she knew what to say now. "There is no line between me and you, Rob," she said softly, then chuckled sexily, "but you'd better have a big appetite." She made no effort to keep her short skirt from riding up and exposing most of her thigh as she crossed her legs and idly swung her foot.
"So, what motivated you to brighten up my day?"
"I like your office," she said, ducking the question until Edith brought the coffee and got out of the way.
"One of the perks of the job," Rob said, not pushing her, figuring she had something to say that she didn't want anybody to hear.
"Your secretary doesn't seem to go with the rest of the decor."
"Don't let the way she dresses fool you. She's a lot more than she appears, and she's also the most efficient secretary I've ever had." He cocked his head and arched one eyebrow slightly. "But you didn't come all the way down her to discuss my secretary."
"Just making an observation. One of the advantages of being a well-off young widow is not having to answer to a boss. If I want to visit a handsome friend during the day, I don't have to ask for time off."
He supposed she would get around to the purpose of her visit eventually, and he was in no hurry. Even if he had a heavy schedule, which he didn't, he would take the time to enjoy the company of a one of the most desirable girls he knew, next to his wife, of course.
"I didn't know your late husband. Andrea said he was killed in an accident."
"Yes, mountain climbing," Jo-Jo said. "He was a daredevil, Rob, impulsive and irresponsible, with too much testosterone for his own good."
"A man without testosterone isn't a man."
"And a girl without a temper is a dud in bed, not worthy of a real man, but his gonads ruled him. He climbed without a partner or ropes, and it caught up with him. If the mountain hadn't, some jealous husband probably would have. He spent more time in other beds than he did ours. He didn't believe in insurance, in leaving a rich widow so some another guy could live it up on his money with his wife, as he put it. Fortunately, about six months before he killed himself, one of our credit card companies offered a two million dollar accident policy for twenty bucks a month, and I took it. The insurance company balked, but the coroner ruled his death an accident, so they had to pay. I can't live high on the hog, but I do okay."
"Sounds like you've got a good head on your shoulders."
"Not all the time, I married him."
"Okay," he chuckled, "you've got a pretty head on your shoulders."
"I didn't think you noticed."
Edith served the coffee, gave Jo-Jo a scrutinizing look before she left, and Jo-Jo had the impression that Edith knew why she was there.
"Okay," Rob said, "you've beat around the bush until Edith served the coffee, now tell me why you're here. Not that I mind a visit from a pretty girl, but you didn't come here to talk about the weather or your late husband."
"You're very perceptive. Andrea asked me to come." Jo-Jo picked up her cup and took a sip of coffee. "She said she didn't have time to blow you this morning before you left for work, and asked me to fill in for her so you wouldn't have blue balls all day."
Rob looked stunned and nearly choked on his coffee. "What?"
"I know it sounds wacky, Rob, like I'm playing a practical joke or something, but I'm not. From what she said, I gather that you get a little bit every morning at the breakfast table. Which I think is a super ritual, a marvelous way to start the day. If you don't believe Andrea asked me to come here and take care of you, why don't you call her? She said she wasn't playing a practical joke."
The intercom buzzed and Rob reached over and picked up the phone.
"Your wife is on the phone," Edith said, "and she says it's important that she talk to you right now."
"Perfect timing," Rob said, giving Jo-Jo a searching look as he punched the button to connect his wife. "Yes, sweetheart, what's so important?"
"Is Jo-Jo there yet?"
"Yes," Rob replied, "what's this all about?"
"I called her right after you left and told her a little white lie, that we didn't have time for our morning ritual before you left for work, and asked her to come by and give you a nice blow job."
Rob looked at Jo-Jo, and she uncrossed her legs and sat with them open. Her short skirt barely came below her navel, and he could see all the way to the promised land.
"Okay," he said to Andrea, "that explains the what, but not the why."
"Well," Andrea said, "you like it when I do outlandish things, and I haven't done anything outlandish in at least a month. You try not to show it, but I know you like Jo-Jo, and I thought I would give you a little surprise to brighten up your day. You aren't going to destroy her ego by sending her away, are you?"
Jo-Jo couldn't hear Andrea's end of the conversation, but she could tell from the look on Rob's face that Andrea was confirming what she said. She unbuttoned her jacket and pulled it open just enough that he could see the inner slope of her tits. Her tits weren't quite as big as Andrea's, but she thought they were just as lovely and succulent.
"Not until I find out what this is all about, at least," Rob said, openly ogling Jo-Jo's charms.
"Give her a chance," Andrea chuckled, "and she'll show you what it's all about. Have fun, darling, and I'll see you at dinner. You'll have fully recovered by then."
Rob put down the phone and studied Jo-Jo a moment. "Are you here because you want to be, or because Andrea twisted your arm? I know my wife pretty well, and she can be awfully persuasive."
"I was pretty nervous at first, Rob, but I'm here because I want to be. I like you a lot. If you weren't married to my best friend, I'd make a run at you. Andrea lied to me to get me to come here, but I don't care. I'm glad she did, it gives me a chance to do something I've been wanting to do."
"I'm not the only one who's perceptive."
She cocked her head slightly to one side and gave him a flirtatious look as she put her hand between her legs. "Do you want me to leave, or do you want to get in my pants?"
"You aren't wearing any," he quipped. "Since you're here with my wife's blessings, you might as well take off your clothes and stay a while. Who knows, something very interesting might come up."
"If it doesn't," she chuckled, "I'm losing my touch." She licked her full, sensuous lips, leaving the bright red lipstick shiny with saliva, and let her middle finger slide into her slit.
"Are you hiding something?" he teased.
"No," Jo-Jo said quietly. "I'm playing with my clit. "I've been jittery ever since Andrea called me this morning."
"Why?"
"From excitement, nerves, anticipation, a little anxiety," she breathed. "I couldn't imagine how I was going to feel when you realized that you could fuck me."
"I'm not the first married man you've fucked," he said.
"No, but you're the first one I've fucked with his wife's approval."
"Sort of kinky, isn't it?"
"About as kinky as sitting here playing with my clit while you watch. I've never done this, but I wanted to do it for you."
"Are you going to cum for me?"
"If you want me to. I'll do anything you want. All you have to do is ask." She wiggled her finger on her clit, and her face softened. "Ummmmm, feels good! I hope I'm as good as you expect."
"I'm sure you are. You have a powerful sexual aura, and you look so provocative right now. Spread you legs a little more and put your feet on the couch so I can see your finger better."
CHAPTER THREE
Jo-Jo hooked the heels of her sandals on the couch and let her knees fall apart. "Is that what you want? Do I look indecent enough for you now?"
"You don't have an indecent bone in your body," Rob said.
"Right now," she breathed, "I don't think I have any bones in my body. I feel like a puddle of pudding." She sucked her breath in sharply, then let it out slowly. "Oh, fuck, Rob, I feel so wanton. I'm going to cum, darling, I'm going to cum just for you."
"I think you're involved in there somewhere," he chuckled.
She wiggled and jiggled and humped her ass two or three times, then let out a little squeak and it was over. Was that it? She seemed so passionate, he expected more, a lot more. He watched her, waiting for her to do something else, but she took her finger out of her pussy and smiled brightly, then stood and took off her jacket and skirt.
"I'm glad you don't wear pantyhose," he said.
"Sexy girls don't," she replied. "They wear a garter belt and hose, or thighs-highs."
"I like garter belts. They make a girl look so sexy."
"Romantic guys think so."
"You know a lot about men, don't you?"
"Yes," she said. "I have something they want, and they have something I want. If we both do our best to deliver, everyone comes away happy." She grinned and licked her lips. "I just love the word cum, don't you?" She took his hands and pulled him to his feet and oozed into his arms.
He put his arms around her and ran his hands over her bare back. "I like when a girl doesn't wear a bra."
"Then you'll like me all the time, I never wear one."
"I love the way you jiggled when you walked in here." He cupped her full, fine ass. "God, you turn me on!"
"You'd never know it, the way you've treated me in the past," she laughed. "Andrea told me why, but it's nice to hear you say you like me." She rubbed her plump pussy mound against his cock. "Is that for me?"
"As much of it as you can take, honey!"
"I want all of it, want you to make me cum so hard that I lose my mind. You up to it?"
She incited his passion, radiated erotic heat that permeated his body and made his cock strain against his pants.
"See for yourself," he said softly.
She slid his zipper down and reached into his pants with her right hand. Her fingers played lightly over every inch of his cock, fondling him with feathery caresses that made him tremble. She pulled his prick out, took a step back and looked down.
"God, what a club," she said in awe. "No wonder Andrea goes around with a smile on her face all the time. "I've never had one this big. I don't know how I'm going to thank Andrea, but I'll think of away."
"If I know her, she'll think of one for you."
She reached into his pants with her left hand and cupped his balls. "Your balls feel so full. Maybe Andrea didn't lie to me."
"She lied to you," he said.
"It doesn't matter," Jo-Jo cooed. "I'm just glad to be here, doing this." She squeezed his cock and balls simultaneously as she sank slowly to her knees, held his rigid, pulsating shaft in her right hand and his balls in the soft, warm palm of her left hand, and her long pink tongue slithered between her sensuous lips and curled around the head of his cock. "I know she's a good piece of ass, but I'm going to do my best to make you forget about her, at least for a while." She licked the ticklish, bloated knob all over without haste.
He stared down at the gorgeous young woman as she made love to his cock. He could see the thick nipples capping her full tits protruding like two little hillocks on top of majestic mountains. Fervent carnal hunger pervaded his entire body, and the tender touch of her soft hands made his prick swell until he thought it might burst. "You aren't in competition with her, honey. Just do what you feel like doing, what makes you feel good, and everything will come out just fine."
"Right out the end of your magnificent cock, I hope," she giggled.
She slid her tongue along the underside of his lance and tickled his balls with the tip, licked along the top of his shaft to the end and let the knob slip into her mouth, and her lips stretched wide around the shaft like a hairless pussy.
He sighed and trembled. She was good, as good as his wife, if not a little better, although he would ever tell either of them. He undressed without interrupting her cocksucking.
Edith opened the door and took a few steps into the office, then stopped and watched. Rob looked up, and she made a circle with her thumb and forefinger and mouthed the words, "All right!" He nodded and she went back out and closed the door quietly behind her.
Jo-Jo's tongue slid over her lower lip and along the underside of his prick again, and he nearly lost control. She chuckled and pulled her head back and said softly, "I need your cock in me, darling. I'll suck you off later."
She stood and kissed him and plunged her tongue down his throat as she straddled his cock and wiggled her ass. His hands roved eagerly over her voluptuous body and cupped her naked buns and kneaded the silky, warm flesh.
She held his hand and walked around his desk and sat on the edge. "Jo-Jo's prime directive, darling, lick before you fuck." She leaned back on her elbows and parted her legs, exposing her thick brown bush and sumptuous slit.
He sat in his chair and put his hands on her tits, ogled her hot cleft and licked his lips. "It looks scrumptious," he said huskily.
"It is," she replied. "Lick it and see for yourself."
Her puffy pink lips protruded through the heavy growth of hair, glistening with sex dew. He kissed them, and she put both hands in her crotch and spread her cunt open wide. He licked her drizzly slit from end to end, pausing at the bottom to stab his tongue into her hole and lap up her tasty nectar, then stood and held his prick in one hand and rubbed the knob up and down her enticing gash.
She grabbed his cock and pushed it down and threw her legs around his waist and wiggled her ass. He shuffled forward, and she grunted as the head attacked the small opening of her cunt. He slammed his prick home, boring into her to the hilt with one swift lunge. The head of his prick hit bottom and she moaned, and she tightened her legs around his waist and started hunching.
He held still, enjoying the glorious sensation of her hot cunt rippling around his prick. "Jesus, you're tight," he muttered.
She tightened her cunt muscles around his cock and snickered. "Surprise, darling. I haven't been a virgin in a long time, but I know how to keep my cunt tight."
"Fucking a virgin isn't all that much fun." He leaned over, caught one turgid nipple between his teeth and nipped it.
"Don't chew them too hard," she whispered.
He gnawed her big tit bud gently, then held it lightly between his teeth and licked it rapidly.
"Fuck me, darling," she moaned, her voice husky with passion, "slowly, so I can enjoy your cock as long as possible. I may never get the chance again."
"You'll get the chance again," he grunted.
He fucked her with long, slow strokes, and she kept her legs locked around his waist and humped her ass up and down.
"Yeah, that's the way, darling, use the full length of your long cock, it feels so fucking good, darling, better than I've ever felt. Let me feel all of it, oh, fuck!"
Her eyes widened and her mouth popped open and her ass heaved up and down and twisted in circles. He continued the slow fucking and licked her nipples as she came down from the peak. He didn't expect much fanfare, and accepted the lack of outward emotion as normal for her.
"Mmmmm, the head of your cock is rubbing my G spot," she murmured. "Not many guys can do that. Keep fucking me, and I'll cum again."
"You'd better get it fast," he rasped, "can't hold back much longer."
"Then get it, darling," she groaned, "and I'll cum with you. Give me your cum. Fill me full. I love to feel hot cum squirting in me."
He straightened up and fucked faster, and his prick exploded and spewed cum into the depths of her sucking sex sheath.
She thrashed and writhed and bucked wildly and gasped, "Oh, fuck, darling, now you've got me!"
He realized that she was going to scream and covered her mouth with his and plunged his tongue down her throat to keep her quiet, and she nearly sucked his tongue out by the roots as she came. He fucked her fiercely until his balls ran dry and her orgasm subsided.
"I'm not sure I got all of your cum," she whispered. "I'd better suck it a little, just to be sure."
"I'd better sit down," he muttered. "Been a long time since my knees got so weak from fucking."
He sat in his chair and she slid off the desk and knelt between his legs and lifted his sticky prick with one hand. "A cock is so tasty right after it comes out of my juicy pussy," she murmured.
She held his cock with her hand just below the glans and licked the bare knob, curling her tongue all the way around it, twisting her head to cover every inch. Then she held the head with her fingers and licked the shaft from top to bottom and all the way around.
"Interesting," he mused. "Do you eat pussy?"
"Oh, no, I just like to lick a cock when it has my juice on it. Do you like what I'm doing?"
"Yeah," he muttered, "it feels pretty damn good."
His cock steadily grew as she slid her hand loosely up and down the shaft as she licked the head. She held his prick erect with her left hand, made a ring with the thumb and forefinger of her right hand and slipped it over the bare knob and twisted her hand with an exaggerated movement while sliding it up and down on just his cockhead.
She glanced at him covertly from the corner of her eye to confirm his pleasure and whispered, "You were blessed with a splendid cock. I can feel your pulse in it. Hard to believe it gets so hard from just filling with blood."
Her delicate fingers around the sensitive head of his cock nearly drove him to distraction, and his ass humped gently, shoving his prick into her hand as passion radiated from the head of his cock and flooded his entire body.
She alternated between tightening and loosening the ring of her fingers as she stimulated the head of his cock, then wrapped her whole hand around his cockhead and made a loose fist and rotated and pumped her hand on just the bare knob.
"God, that feels good," he groaned as rapture threatened to take away his voice.
"Thought you might like it," she whispered. She cupped his balls in her left hand and rolled the delicate spheres gently. "Since Andrea asked me to give you a blow job, I'd better not disappoint her."
"You sure aren't disappointing me," he panted.
She stuck out the middle finger of her left hand and tickled the nerve bundle between his balls and his asshole as her right hand moved faster, going up and down the full length of his shaft. She licked his cock and his body convulsed as if thousands of volts of electricity were shooting through him.
"Big beautiful cock," she crooned, her voice soft and soothing. "Your balls are so full again. You need to cum badly, don't you?"
"Yeah," he wheezed, looking down at the gorgeous young brunette, surrendering to her eroticism.
Her long pink tongue slid slowly between her lush lips and curled around the head of his cock, hot and wet on the nerve-filled knob. Sexual passion permeated to the very core of his being and even the marrow in his bones tingled as she slid her tongue along the underside of his tool, from the head to the base and back up again, kept her tongue fully extended and opened her mouth wide and lowered her head. Her head looked like it was moving in slow-motion as she went down, and he arched his hips and shoved his cock at her mouth.
She chuckled and let his prick slide slowly along her tongue and past her soft, voluptuous lips into her mouth. The tip of her extended tongue touched the base of his cock, and she withdrew it leisurely, provocatively, as she swallowed his entire staff.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rob groaned out loud, Jo-Jo chuckled again, and the soft vibrations from her vocal cords lashed his cockhead, and he groaned again, louder.
She lifted her head and looked up at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "This is the way you like a girl, isn't it, on her knees with her mouth open?" Her tongue flashed out and laved the tip of his organ.
He chuckled and tousled her hair.
"Does Andrea suck you this way?"
"Every girl has her own technique," he replied, cutting her off so she wouldn't start making comparisons and try to compete with his wife.
"I'm an excellent cocksucker," she whispered.
Her tongue made another swipe at his prick, traveling from the base to the head along the underside. She gripped his cock tightly with her hand just below the knob and her lively tongue flashed over the bare head and curled all the way around it. His cock got so hard, it almost hurt, and he wished she would hurry and take it into her mouth.
She jerked him gently as she licked, gripped the knob loosely in her fist and spent several drawn-out, agonizing minutes licking the shaft, then gripped the shaft just behind the head again and dribbled saliva on the naked knob, then stroked with an exaggerated movement, slipping her hand up around the head, then going all the way to the base.
"Playing with your cock is fun," she said softly. "Am I making it feel good?"
"Fuck, yes," he exclaimed. "You're very good. Your hands are so soft and your mouth is fantastic."
"Thank you," she said, giving him a sweet smile. Determined to give him as much pleasure as she knew how before she let him cum, she closed her left fist around the bare cockhead and squeezed gently while jacking him with her right hand. "Does that feel good?"
"God damn, girl," he yelped.
"Then you should really like this."
She replaced her left hand with her mouth and he gasped with delight as her hot mouth covered his cockhead, her lips closing tightly around the shaft just below the knob, then engulfed his prick, going down slowly, very deliberately, and he felt the radical difference when the head passed into her throat. She swallowed all of his joy stick, then paused for a moment, holding his cockhead just in her throat, and tightened the muscles in her throat, applying exquisite pressure on the knob.
He thought she was going to pull the end of his prick off and swallow it! The anticipation was only slightly less excruciating than the pressure of the knot of cum building in his groin. She pulled back slightly and held his shaft with two fingers and her thumb and stimulated him with short strokes, twisting her hand around and around.
His body vibrated like the large string on a bass fiddle, his ass twisted and bucked, he gnashed his teeth and fought to keep his eyes open so he could watch the amazing girl fuck her phenomenal mouth with his cock. She pulled her head back further, holding just a couples inches of his cock in her mouth and wrapped her whole fist around the shaft. She held her head still and her mouth became a powerful vacuum pump as her hand slid up and down his shaft in a blur, tightening ever so slowly.
His body stiffened, lifting his ass off the chair, and his cock erupted with a turbulence that warped his mind and awe registered fleetingly on his face, replaced at once by an expression of sheer ecstasy.
She held her head steady, letting the head of his cock slide in and out of her throat as his ass jerked up and down. She tightened her grip on his throbbing tool and stroked faster, jacking him off rapidly, and he bellowed with pleasure as his hot juice poured down her throat in dense gobs. His body strained and flexed and writhed and lurched and his cock squirted profusely, the nerve-wracking rapture reducing his body to putty.
She lifted her head and licked the head of his cock, cleared her throat a couple of times and swallowed hard to purge the clot of cum from her throat, then stood and smacked her lips loudly and smiled and planted a sloppy kiss on his mouth.
"Do you have a private bathroom?"
"That door right over there," he said, motioning with his head.
She came out of the bathroom with a big smile, and he watched her walk seductively toward him.
"Your tits jiggle so enticingly," he said softly.
"Do I have to leave now?"
"Stay as long as you like. Edith will take care of my calls and fend off any visitors."
She sat on the couch and smiled a captivating smile and crooked her finger at him. "Come here and lick me, darling," she said, earthy invitation lacing her voice, "I love to cum on a tongue."
"I think you just like to cum," he teased.
"Of course, darling," she chuckled. "Can you think of anything nicer?"
He got up and came around his desk slowly, taking time to ogle her foxy naked body. "The first time you came, you barely moved, and I thought you talked a better game than you played."
"I was pretty uptight about fucking my best friend's husband, even though she set it up and I knew I had her permission. I'm just fine now."
"You sure are," he laughed.
She leaned back and scooted her ass forward and put her feet on the front edge of the cushion, and he went to his knees and kissed her on the mouth. His tongue flashed into her mouth, and her tongue met his with equal zest. He licked her chin and neck, then fluttered the tip of his tongue lightly over the very tip of each tit, barely touching the bloated buds.
She shivered with rapture and sparks of carnal delight ripped through her. Her tits swelled even more, and her hard nipples felt as if they might burst. "Lick my tits and play with my pussy," she murmured.
He surrounded one areola with his lips and tickled the area with the tip of his tongue as his hand wandered down her flat, smooth belly and into the thick bush covering her prominent pubic mound. Her brown fleece against his palm rivaled silk for smoothness. She caressed his cheeks and squirmed and moaned softly as his finger parted the meaty wings of flesh at the top of her slit. He nursed one fat nipple and rolled her clit under his finger, and her hips churned and humped.
He dragged his tongue down her body to her bellybutton and darted his pointed tongue in and out of the small cavity, and she moaned louder and tiny shivers coursed through her. He went lower on her elegant body, leaving a trail of wetness across her belly, paused at the top fringe of her abundant brown muff and rubbed his nose back and forth through the soft curls.
"Lick my cunt," she whimpered, pushing down on the top of his head.
He ignored her urgent plea and leaned back, parted the fleshy lips of her savory snatch and gazed lustfully at the sumptuous sight. "Your pussy is so pretty," he said softly. "I love the way your inner lips stick out, and your clit is so big."
"Lick it," she begged desperately, his deliberate dawdling nearly driving her over the edge. The stupendous ache in her pussy made her head swim and she had to cum soon or she would go crazy! "Don't tease me this way! Lick my cunt!"
His tongue danced lightly over her hard clit, scarcely touching it.
"Ohhhhh, fuck," she whimpered. She dug in the heels of her sexy sandals and levered her ass off the couch, grabbed his head with both hands and buried his mouth in her juicy quim.
His tongue flew out and slithered up and down her saturated slit.
"Ooohhh, yessssss," she moaned, "lick my clit!" Her head rolled from side to side on the back of the couch and her ass humped and twisted. "Get me off!"
His lips cupped her swollen love stud and his rapidly moving tongue flicked avidly, with just the right pressure. Her moans grew louder as the flames of frenzy licked at the borders of her brain, his licking pure torture, but torture of the most exquisite kind.
She grabbed her tits and twisted and rolled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers until they pulsed in delicious torment. The pleasant ache in her tits and the electric shocks from his tongue on her clit swamped her with ecstasy and she barreled toward orgasm, the cheeks of her ass lifting higher off the couch with each energetic lunge.
Her pussy literally flowed, her ass lunged up and down and gyrated turbulently, and he had trouble keeping his mouth on her sultry snatch. Her orgasm started, so intense it drew her vocal cords tight, and she stuffed her fist in her mouth to cut off her frantic scream as her climax built to a crescendo.
"God, you've got a wicked tongue," she whispered hoarsely.
He stood, and she became terribly excited when she saw his prick standing straight out. She grabbed it and jerked it frantically.
"Stick it in me," she said, her voice hoarse with excitement. "Shove it up my cunt and fuck my brains out!"
She flopped onto her back and spread her legs wide and he got on the couch and knelt between her splayed thighs. He leaned down and licked her hot slit, then straightened up and aimed his cock at her tight little honey hole and eased the head in. She yanked on his hips, threw her cunt at him, and his long, thick shaft sank into her depths.
"God, you're a horny little thing," he grunted.
"I'm the hottest little bitch you've ever fucked," she blurted.
"Yeah," he said, granting her point, "you just might be at that."
"Then enjoy me, darling," she cried. "Fuck me like a real bitch!"
She put her hands behind her shapely thighs and pulled her knees back until they touched her nipples, tipping her cunt high for jousting with his cock.
"Move your knees so I can suck your tits," he said. "I love to suck big tits."
"Yes, oh, yes!" she moaned, moving her knees to the side. "Suck the damn things off! I don't care, I'm so fucking hot, a hot fucking little bitch who loves cock!"
He shook with lust and flames of erotic fervor burned through his entire body. He leaned forward and caught a big fat nipple in his lips as he shoved his hips forward, pushing his cock into her expanded sheath, pounding her titillating twat until he hit bottom.
"Oooooo, God," she hissed, "fuck me, fuck me hard!"
"You're a great fuck, baby," he said hoarsely, "a fabulous cunt!"
"I'm all cunt, darling! Fuck it hard! I love your cock! I love to fuck! Make me cum!"
"I'm going to make you cum so much you won't be able to walk," he growled.
"Just throw me out the window when you're through with me," she wailed.
He caught on quickly how she wanted him to fuck her and pumped his prick in and out vigorously, pausing on the backstroke, teasing her, then shoving back in as hard as he could, his mind turning cartwheels of joy as he watched his prick plow her fertile furrow.
His cock was so big and hard and long, stretching her cunt almost as far as it would go, and the head scraping her G spot felt absolutely peachy keen. She climbed rapidly toward her orgasm, her moans and shivers and body movements dramatic as her tight twat ate his hefty shaft, drawing the full length into her sheath.
He fucked her harder, giving her deep thrusts, rocking her body with the force, and she locked her legs around his neck and wiggled and humped and twisted, fucking with him with her whole being.
"Give me a good cum, darling," she panted.
He rode high in the saddle and rubbed the upper side of his prick over her love button, and felt her cunt cling to his cock, pulling at it, holding it tight, the swift, hot shaking of her ass, the juicy slap of her cunt clear signals that she was going to have one hell of an orgasm!
His plunging prick jangled her nerves and her labored panting turned into a deep moan of wild delight and her cunt tightened and vibrated in concert with her body, her sex gun cocked and ready to fire.
"I'm going to cum," she panted, her voice wavering. "Fuck me, darling, fuck me good!"
She whooped and her orgasm came on strong. His muscles strained as he slammed his cock up her channel with all of his might, fulfilling his promise to fuck her hard, and he felt his own orgasm stirring deep in his belly. He clenched his teeth and held it back, holding onto her thighs and pounding away at her cunt, fucking her through her orgasm.
She bucked and jerked and twisted, aware only of the splendid sensations washing over her body. Fucking her best friend's husband in his office made her feel so wanton! She loved to feel, and be, wanton.
She came and he fucked, and her next orgasm rolled over her, pushing her back to the glorious heights. Before she came down from that one, the next one began, and one after another, the glorious, mind-bending sensations ripped through her.
He blew a load of cum into her that jolted her into a harder orgasm. He didn't even slow down, cumming and fucking and grunting, determined not to quit until she cried uncle.
Finally, she did, reaching the point where she couldn't cum any more. He had indeed given her a genuinely superb fucking, wringing all of the energy from her.
"How about it," he growled, "is that enough?"
"Yes," she said faintly, then giggled, "for now."
He sat down and looked at her dripping pussy. "Once you get started, you really give a guy a workout," he panted.
"You give as good as you get, darling." She felt of her pussy and sighed. "I'd better get rid of your cum before I stain your couch." She jumped up and hurried into the bathroom.
He was still sprawled on the couch when she came back and picked up her skirt. "Darling, I love the way you fuck. Can we do this again, maybe with Andrea next time?" She stepped into her skirt and fastened it, then looked around for her jacket. "I want her to watch you fuck me, and I'd love to watch you fuck her."
"Well, well, an exhibitionist and a voyeur," he chuckled.
"Aren't we all," she chuckled, "at least to some extent?" She found her jacket and put it on and buttoned it slowly, reluctant to admit that the fun was finished and she had to leave. His cock probably wouldn't get hard again for hours, but there wasn't anything wrong with his tongue. Besides, she simply liked being with him, and she would love to nurse on his cock until it got hard again. "How about it, do you think Andrea would go for a threesome with me?"
"I'll take care of it," he said. "Got any plans for Friday night?"
"If I did, I would change them without blinking an eye," she replied happily.
"Come over about six," he said, "and we'll go to dinner."
"Darling, I can go to dinner by myself," she laughed.
"Dinner is only a prelude, honey. We'll load up on calories, then burn them off."
"Now you're talking my language! Are you going to tell Andrea everything we did?"
"Do you want me to give her all the lascivious details?"
"Yes, I want her to know that I didn't let her down." She gave him a tender kiss and patted his cheek. "Don't tell Andrea, but I love you." She kissed him again and hurried away before he could respond.
Jo-Jo closed the door behind her and saw Edith looking at her and smiling coyly.
"Ah, the glow of sexual satiation on a girl's face is unmistakable," Edith said. "Here, take this."
Jo-Jo took the slip of paper without looking at it. "What is it?"
"My address, honey. Come to dinner tonight, about seven."
"I don't do girls," Jo-Jo replied.
"Sex isn't the only reason girls visit each other, honey," Edith replied. "I want to talk to you about Rob, and this isn't the time or place."
Jo-Jo wasn't so sure about that, but if she could fend off unwanted advances from a guy, she could certainly fend them off from a woman. Even a woman nearly old enough to be her mother. She folded the paper and put it in her jacket pocket. "Okay, I'll be there, and just to show you that my heart's in the right place, I'll bring a bottle of wine."
"Flowers would be better," Edith said. "I have all the wine I need, and I love flowers."
CHAPTER FIVE
As she prepared dinner, Andrea thought about Rob and Jo-Jo, and her pussy got so wet, it actually leaked down the inside of her thighs. Nothing compared to her husband's big gorgeous cock boring into her and reaming her pussy, and she knew Jo-Jo left his office a happy girl.
It would be a long time before she could top this outlandish escapade, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to try! When Jo-Jo told him why she was there, the look on his face must have been priceless, and she wished she had been there to see it. And to watch him fuck Jo-Jo, of course.
When Rob came home, she ran to him and threw herself into his arms and gave him a big smooch. "Welcome home, darling. I missed you."
"I was only gone for the day," he chuckled.
"But I still missed you," she laughed.
He sniffed her neck, then between her tits.
"Mmm, you smell good. New perfume?"
"Musk," she replied. "I bought it today."
"Good choice." He held her at arm's length and looked at her hair. "I know you had your hair done today, but I've got to be honest with you, it always looks so nice, I can't tell."
"You covered your tracks easily enough with that one," she laughed. "I fixed you a martini to drink while you shower. Shaken, not stirred, the way James Bond drinks them. Don't be long, dinner is almost ready." She caught his look and continued, "I know you don't drink martinis, but they're becoming popular again, and I thought we ought to try them. I've already had two."
"Is that why you're so happy?"
"No, I'm happy because my loving guy is home, darling. Now hurry, I don't want dinner to burn."
He took his martini and went to the bathroom. He expected her to ask about Jo-Jo as soon as he came in the door, and was surprised that she didn't. Well, she would during dinner. She was too curious, and had to know what he thought of her latest outlandish stunt, to let it lie.
Andrea didn't mention Jo-Jo during dinner. She chatted about some articles she'd read in a magazine, about all the rain back east she'd heard about on the Weather Channel and how badly they needed rain, and for good measure, threw in her opinion of what she called some stupid comments she'd heard on C-Span.
She stood and started clearing the table and said, "What did you think of the martini?"
"It was surprisingly good."
"They make me horny," she chuckled.
"Breathing makes you horny," he quipped.
"Well, that's true, but I like the way martinis make me feel. After the first one, I could hardly wait for you to get home. After the second one, I was ready to rub my clit until it disappeared."
"Don't even think such a thing! You get yourself off regularly during the day. Why didn't you do it this time?"
"How do you know that I get myself off during the day?"
"I know you, sweetheart," he laughed.
"Well, I didn't do it this time because I wanted to wait for you."
He was sure she was going to ask about Jo-Jo now.
She stacked the plates and piled on the flatware and gave him a sly smile. "Would you like coffee and brandy in the living room?"
"Nope, I'll just wait for you."
"I'll be there in a few minutes."
When she came into the living room, he was standing at the bar contemplating trying his hand at mixing a martini. She turned him around and snuggled into his arms and gave him a wet smooch, happy to feel his hard body against hers.
"I love you, darling," she whispered.
He reached for the buttons on the front of her dress, and she backed away and shook her head.
"Undress and sit down."
He cocked one eyebrow in question as he unbuttoned his shirt. "What gives?"
She unbuttoned her dress and shrugged it off her shoulders. "Did you fuck Jo-Jo?"
"You know I did." He finished undressing, sat on the couch and watched her. "That's why you sent her."
"Did she suck your cock?"
"Yes. Do you want me to tell you the whole story, or do you want to ask questions?"
"I want to ask questions. Does she give good head?"
"If you're asking if she's better than you, forget it, every girl has a different technique, and that's a parlor game I won't play. She's very good, and I enjoyed it, but she isn't better than you, just different."
"You always know what to say without hurting my feelings," she said sweetly. She stood with her hands on her hips, wearing only panties and high heel summer sandals. "Did she suck you off and swallow your cum?"
"Yes."
"Did you eat her pussy?"
"Like you, she wants to get licked before she fucks."
"Did she like the way you ate her?"
"She must have, she came every time."
"Do you want to fuck her again?" She put one hand inside her panties and took a step closer, just to tease him, enjoying herself immensely. "And don't think you can get away with lying to me. I'm your wife, darling, not some little thing with hot pants you just met, and I know all about you."
"I wouldn't think of trying to lie to you. Of course, I want to fuck her again, she's a fine piece of ass."
"How many times did you fuck her this morning?"
"Twice, once on my desk and once on the couch."
"Did she cum both times?"
"She came lots of times, every time I did anything to her. The first couple of times weren't very good. She said she was too uptight about fucking her best friend's husband. It got a lot better as we went along, splendid, in fact. You might be interested in knowing that she likes to suck a cock right after it comes out of her pussy, all wet and sticky with her juice."
"Why do you think I want to know that?"
"Because you do the same thing. Is that enough for now?"
"Look at you, sitting there with your cock sticking up so shamelessly, staring at me like some lecherous old man, like you could eat me up."
"That's exactly what I want to do," he said. "I might have some more questions. Let me think."
"You're really getting off on this, aren't you?"
"You have to admit, it's rather unusual for a wife to invite her loving husband to fuck another girl. When I sent Jo-Jo to you, I knew you would fuck her without a second thought. It doesn't matter how virtuous a guy thinks he is, how can he resist when his wife says she wants him to fuck another girl?"
"Actually, I did have seconds thought. I wasn't sure if it was another of your outlandish games, or if you were playing a practical joke. Jo-Jo wondered, too."
"When did you know it was for real?"
"When you called."
"I know how badly you want to fuck me, but you can't, not yet. Look." She pushed her panties down around her thighs, baring her hairy mound, tilted her crotch and ran her finger between the pouting lips of her pussy, then opened the gash and showed him some pink. "Doesn't it look good?"
"It looks wonderful," he said softly, sincerely.
"I've never seen you this turned on."
"The martinis did it," she snickered.
"Now who's trying to lie?"
"Yeah, you're right." She gave him a big grin. "Do you like me this way?"
"Well," he said dryly, teasing her, "it's a lot better than being saddled with an iceberg."
"Oh, darling, you wouldn't keep me if I was an iceberg. There are too many girls like Jo-Jo on the prowl, eager to give you everything you want, especially after they ride your magnificent cock and feel your clever tongue."
She eyed his cock hungrily, and he was sure she was ready to stop playing games and sit on it. Instead, she pushed her panties off and sauntered past him and sat on the far end of the couch, leaned back against the arm and spread her legs and smiled seductively as she crooked her finger at him.
"Put your fingers in me, darling, two of them."
He slid over and leaned down to kiss her pussy. She pushed his head away and pulled his hand into her crotch, stuck two of his fingers in her sopping hole and bucked at his hand.
"Oh, fuck, I love it," she sighed. "Don't rush, darling. Bring me up slowly, get me all worked up before you fuck me."
"You're already worked up," he chuckled.
She caressed his cheek with one hand and smiled. "Do me as well as you did Jo-Jo."
"You aren't in competition with Jo-Jo, sweetheart," he said softly. "Fucking her was fun, but you're my wife, my one true love. Don't confuse parlor games with love."
"More like office games with her," she snickered. "Hearing all the juicy details excites me, darling, and I like to be very excited." She hunched her hips slowly and brazenly played with her clit while he finger-fucked her. "Did you do anything unusual with her, like fucking her in the ass?"
"No, maybe next time we'll do something unusual."
"Does her pussy taste good?" She scooted toward him and bucked her cunt at his hand.
"Yes, very good. Why are you interested in how her pussy tastes?"
"Darling, I sent her to you, and I'd hate to think she didn't taste good." Her hips undulated a little faster. "I'm coming up, darling," she breathed. "Did she compliment you while you were fucking her?"
"She kept saying I'm a good lover, that she loved the way I fucked her, that my cock is gorgeous, and I don't think she was faking it."
"You are a good lover, darling. I'm glad you like girls. I've heard guys say they like their mates, but don't like girls in general, and I don't see how that's possible. If a guy doesn't like girls in general, he can't like his mate, can he?"
"I don't know, I don't have that trouble."
"Do you have any trouble?"
"None that I know of," he replied.
She hunched his hand real hard and whispered, "I'm going to cum, darling. Do you want to finish me, or watch me do it?"
"I want to watch you do it."
"Okay, darling," she whispered. "I like to cum for you. You sit over there and watch. Do you want me to do anything special?"
"Finger-fuck yourself while you play with your clit."
He took his fingers out of her cunt and sat back, staring at the thick, heavy lips of her lovely snatch peeking through her dense blonde bush.
She peered into her crotch as she pulled several long strands of her muff way out, combed them down with her fingers, then ran a finger through her slit. She looked up at him, smiled, and ran the tip of her tongue over her lush red lips. "You want to be depraved, don't you, darling," she said softly as she ran her finger up and down her slit, "to do all sorts of audacious, kinky things, want your wife to be a brazen hussy?" Staring directly into his eyes, she opened her legs wider and slipped a second finger into her squishy slit. "The way you make me carry on is simply shocking," she whispered as her finger slid up and down her steamy slit. "Next, you'll bring another girl to bed with us, probably Jo-Jo since you liked fucking her so much, and I'll have to watch you fuck her and she'll watch you fuck me. Your cock will get as hard as an iron bar and you'll fuck both of us until our teeth rattle. I'll have to agree, of course, you won't let me say no.
"God knows what will happen next. You'll probably find another couple you want us to swap with so you can have another tight pussy to fuck." She slipped both fingers into her hole and captured her clit between two fingers of her right hand. "Is this the way you want me to finger-fuck myself?"
He nodded silently as she pumped her fingers in and out of her slick channel and the squishy sounds assaulted his ears.
"When I fuck myself during the day, I use two fingers or a real big vibrator so it feels like your big cock," she whispered. "You won't let me say no to any of the depraved things you'll ask me to do, will you? I'll just have to do them over and over and over, no matter what you ask. I think it's simply dreadful." Her fingers moved faster and faster, her eyes glazed over with lust, and her face became flushed.
He knew she would cum soon, and the things she was saying! Either she was sending him a strong message, or she was merely rambling in the heat of passion. He would find out soon enough.
"Your cock is so hard, darling. Open your legs so I can look at it while I jack off. You like to watch me jack off, don't you? Do you like it when I go faster, like this?" Her hand moved so fast it became a blur.
His cock stood up from his loins like a flagpole, fully erect and ready for action. He cupped his heavy balls and pulled on his prick as he watched her get herself off. Her fingers flew in and out of her twat, her body shook and her eyes rolled back in her head as she mauled her clit and came.
CHAPTER SIX
Andrea's climax took a long time to ebb. Her fingers moved slowly in and on her pussy and she looked at Rob with humid eyes and murmured, "Stick your big cock in my mouth, darling."
He straddled her chest, rubbed the tip of his cock over her lips, then stuck the head in her open mouth, and she accepted him with a sigh of pleasure. She lifted her head and jammed the head of his tool in her throat, gurgling with appreciation of the deep penetration, and sucked him with such great vigor that he nearly shot his wad before he got a grip on himself.
He looked over his shoulder and watched as she started finger-fucking herself furiously. Her body shook all over, and he could feel the vibrations in her throat and mouth when she came again. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more of her suctioning mouth, her head fell back.
"Oh, darling, I came so fucking hard," she whispered. "I love to suck on your big cock while I jack off." She pushed him back and her legs flew open as if spring-loaded. "Now, my darling husband, fuck me at least as well as you fucked Jo-Jo."
Mild tremors rippled through her body, juice from her weeping pussy dribbled into the crack of her ass and her swollen tits stood up like two small mountains on her chest. Her nipples looked like rubber bullets and she could feel her clitoris standing up, bloated and sensitive, beckoning to him.
Blood pounded in his veins. He loved his wife dearly. No one knew him so well, and no girl, Jo-Jo included, turned him on as well or as fast. His prick actually ached to get into her sopping hole and feel the velvety, hot walls of her cunt caress him. He wished for the strength of Hercules so he could pound her beautiful ass right into the couch and make her cum so much she couldn't stand it.
"Come on, darling," she hissed, "hurry!"
She nearly went wild when he rubbed her sappy cunt, pulled the lips out, then tickled her clit with the tip of his finger.
"Don't tease me, darling," she pleaded, staring at him with eyes full of hot passion. "Put your cock in me, all the way to your balls!"
The tapered head of his prick nosed between the puffy lips of her slit, and she jerked her cunt up to make him give her more. His engorged cock easily slid into the hot slickness of her snatch-inch by long inch-and he didn't stop until his balls rested against her ass.
The pleasure was so acute, she arched her back like a big contented pussy cat and actually purred as she lifted her legs and hugged him around the waist with her strong thighs.
He looked at the sensuous hairy mouth between her thighs clutching his cock so enticingly, then settled into her sumptuous saddle and started pummeling her pussy.
"Oh, fuck, darling," she whimpered, "your cock feels heavenly. Fuck me deep. Don't rush, let me enjoy it."
He pumped her pussy with long, methodical strokes, and the lascivious sound of their copulation filled her ears like a sonata played by a master musician.
"A master fucking virtuoso," she mumbled. "I love your cock, darling, love to fuck, and you fuck me magnificently." She emphasized her words with actions, staring into his eyes, moving in unison to his strokes, humping and twisting and bucking under him. She felt his prick grow larger and larger with each thrust, like a big, throbbing plunger electrifying her with mindless joy. The muscles of her cunt coiled and clenched and relaxed around the hard tube of his cock like soft sucking lips. "Did Jo-Jo enjoy your cock as much as I do?"
"As far as I know, she did," he grunted. "Did she talk to you while you fucked her?"
"Yes," he grunted.
"Is she a rowdy fucker, like me? Does she scream when she cums?"
"Yes," he grunted again, bucking hard and slamming the head of his cock into the mouth of her womb.
She felt the telltale tremors in her cunt, and gasped and her eyes opened wide. "Oh, fuck, darling, I'm already going to cum!" She bucked and jerked wildly a few moments. "I just came, darling, and I'm going to cum again!"
"Good, darling," he replied, "cum as often as you want. I just might keep this up until you can't cum any more." He hoped he could live up to such bold words. His voice was already ragged with pent-up emotion.
"You'd have to fuck me forever, darling." She tried to laugh, but instead sucked her breath in sharply as he bucked into her and sent the head of his cock banging into the mouth of her womb again.
Without warning, more orgasmic spasms wracked her body, tore through her with a fierceness that shocked her, and she came so hard she thought she would fly apart at the seams.
Pumping her pussy steadily, he rode out the storm of violent contractions in her cunt and the wild bucking of her body. His prick felt like a steel rod probing her depths, and her pussy clutched at it as if trying to milk it. Her juice poured from her cunt walls like water from a broken dam and flooded his plunging organ, and her keening wails told him that he was fucking her just the way she wanted.
"Nothing like a vote of approval," he muttered.
She nearly squeezed the breath out of him with her thighs as she bucked and twisted wildly under him, then her fervor subsided and she relaxed her legs and stared at him with doe eyes. "I love you, you magnificent fucker," she whispered.
He continued to plunder her pussy, giving her all of his pleasure-producing prod with each forward stroke, withdrawing until just the head was inside her hole on the backward stroke, then plunging into her again-long, firm strokes, in and out, in and out. She popped again and clung to him like a leech, bucking and cumming and wailing with ecstasy.
"Cum hard, darling," he whispered. "Cum like you've never cum before."
After a series of glorious, powerful orgasms, she stopped screaming and twisting. Her pussy continued to spasm and clutch his prick and she kept her legs locked around his waist so he could penetrate her honey-slick hole to the maximum as he pumped away, seeking his own release.
"Your turn, darling," she whispered. "Give me your cum."
His prick felt as long and as stiff as it had ever been, or would ever be, as he humped faster and faster.
Now, she could bask in the sheer luxury of having had her strongest lusts satisfied completely for the moment and be able to focus on the golden feeling in her pussy, a feeling that radiated upward from her clit to the tip of her nose, making her tingle and feel good all over.
"Wonderful, darling, wonderful," she murmured as his cock teased her pussy back to life. She started bucking again, and his heavy balls slapped against her ass like heavy bean bags. She had never felt so wanton in her life, had never felt so alive and her cunt had never felt so astonishingly hot and thoroughly satisfied. "Suck my tits," she hissed, arching her chest, pushing the rigid cones at his mouth.
He did more than suck her succulent tit tips. He gently gnawed and nipped them, and the euphoric sensations shot from her nipples to her pussy. Her snatch tingled and she felt another orgasm churning its way to the surface. Her cunt clutched his cock like a velvet vise and she spasmed hard. He shot his cum deep into her channel, and ragged sobs were torn from her chest as his cream poured into her in hot, thick gobs, then fell on top of her, panting like an exhausted marathon runner.
She kept her legs locked around his waist and put her arms around his neck. "You're fantastic, darling," she whispered.
He got off her and sat on the end of the couch and looked at her lovingly. "So are you, sweetheart," he said huskily. "You were especially turned on tonight."
"For some reason, I felt especially horny tonight." She knew why, but suddenly felt shy about admitting it. She sat up, then rolled forward and laid her cheek on his thigh and played with his limp cock, gently rubbing and squeezing it, trying to get it firm again.
He also knew why, and felt it was better if he didn't push her into admitting it before she was ready. He could use the knowledge to his advantage, however, and fully intended to do so. "That probably won't do you much good," he said softly, "you drained it completely."
"We'll see," she chuckled.
She rubbed the tip of his cock over her lips and stroked his shaft and moaned softly as she curled her tongue around the head and let her desire take hold of her mind. She kissed his dick gently, lovingly, then more compulsively, and lavished excited kisses along the side of his shaft, and it began to fill with hot blood and thicken. Making love to a live pulsating prick was one of the prime pleasures in life.
She looked up at him and snickered. "You were wrong."
"You have magic in your tongue."
She tongued the head of his cock lavishly, then let it slide between her lips, and the feel of the big knob against the soft inner flesh of her mouth made her moan. She held just the head in her mouth and washed it avidly, cherishing the sensation of having a mouthful of hot cock meat.
She lowered her head slowly, and the big meaty cylinder stuffing her mouth quivered with increased vigor as she abruptly consumed it with one lunge. The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat and she relaxed her esophagus and swallowed the whole thing.
Her mouth was pure bliss, and it felt as if she wanted to devour him, one piece at a time, starting with his cock. He thought of the way Jo-Jo swallowed his whole cock and wondered how many men knew two girls who could, and would, deep-throat them.
She pumped her mouth up and down his shaft fervently, and each time she reached the top of her stroke, her tongue swiped across the head of his cock. Again, he thought of the way Jo-Jo sucked his cock and wondered if all girls who could deep-throat went to the same school. He lay back, as relaxed as a man can be when a girl with magic in her mouth is sucking his cock, and let her have her way with him.
She gurgled happily as her head bounced up and down and she rapidly sucked him into a frenzy, then she started humming and the vibrations trickled along her tongue and around the prick, urging him to cum, to fill her mouth.
He saw no reason to endure the storm in his loins any longer. He drove his cock into her face, groaned loudly and released his hot sperm into her busy mouth, and she gurgled and gulped and swallowed the sticky fluid as if sucking his essence from the very bottom of his core.
"Ooohhh, God," he moaned, his whole body shaking as she impetuously sucked the last drop of cum from his deflating dong. "My God, girl, you're going to suck me blind!"
She lifted her head and his exhausted cock fell to his belly with a wet slap. "Naw," she giggled, "just until you need glasses."
"God, sweetheart, you are wonderful," he said. "You went after it like you were starved for cum."
"You might say so," she agreed.
She got up and went to the bar, giving him a good view of her ass, which she deliberately wiggled as she walked away. She came back with martinis and handed him one. "Are you satisfied?"
He held the glass with both hands so he wouldn't spill it and took a sip. "Yep, until the next time. You got very turned on when I told you about fucking Jo-Jo. Even though you sent her to me, I wasn't sure how you would react."
"Did you expect me to get angry?" She took his glass out of his hands and pushed him down on the couch. "I don't play that kind of game with you, darling." She straddled his waist and lightly rubbed her crotch across his belly. "I did get turned on. I knew I would, that's why I badgered you to tell me about it." She slid up a little further. "If you had two girls at the same time, what would you do with them?"
"Have you got a harem stashed away in one of the other rooms?"
"Not tonight," she laughed. "How would you make sure both girls got as much cock as they wanted? Can you get hard often enough and fast enough to take care of them?" She moved up and straddled his chest.
"I can sure as hell try. Don't forget about my tongue."
"I could never forget about your tongue, darling, you use it too well. But I want to know about cock, not tongue."
"Yes, I think I can do two girls justice."
She chuckled happily. "Yes, I think you could." She moved up and covered his mouth with her pussy. "Eat me, I want to cum again."
With her pussy plastered to his mouth, what choice did he have?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jo-Jo parked her car beside Edith's in the driveway of the neatly landscaped, modest split-level and sat for a moment, gathering her courage. She was wearing a black silk miniskirt, a white silk blouse and high heel sandals. She didn't know why she had dressed sexily to visit a woman nearly old enough to be her mother. Habit, she guessed. She had warned Edith that she didn't do girls, and that was that.
She got out of the car and hurried to the door, remembered she had left the flowers in the car and retraced her steps quickly, hoping Edith wasn't watching her erratic movements through the window. Not knowing what kind of flowers Edith liked, she bought three different bunches of mixed blossoms and had the florist put them together into one big bouquet.
Edith was wearing silver lame lounging pajamas and high heel mules and skillfully applied make-up and a big smile. She had let her hair down, and it hung down to her waist, shiny and clean and obviously brushed a hundred times. The streaks of gray were gone, and Jo-Jo saw that the true color was dark brown.
"You're gorgeous," Jo-Jo blurted, startled by the drastic change in Edith's appearance. "When I saw you at the office, I thought you were an old hag."
Edith took the flowers with her left hand and Jo-Jo's hand with her right hand. "Ah, the candor of youth," she chuckled. "I look that way deliberately, honey, to keep the self-styled studs at arm's length." She held Jo-Jo's hand and took her into the living room and seated her on the couch. "Thank you for the flowers, they're lovely."
"I didn't know what kind you like," Jo-Jo said.
"All kinds," Edith said. "Nice place," Jo-Jo said. "I like the way it's decorated."
"Thank you. Interior decorating is a hobby. I've done several of my friends' houses and they seem well pleased with my work."
"A girl of many talents," Jo-Jo said. "You're very good, good enough to do it professionally." She caught Edith looking at her breasts, and knew her nipples were plainly visible. "Are you wearing contacts?" She had to say something to distract Edith. She could actually feel the woman's eyes on her tits.
"No, the glasses I wear at work are plain glass, just part of my masquerade. Would you like a glass of wine? Rob gives me a case of red and a case of white every Christmas, and he's got superb taste."
"I'll have a glass of white, please," Jo-Jo said. Edith's pajamas shimmered when she moved, and the way her tits jiggled, Jo-Jo knew she wasn't wearing a bra. She was built a lot better than Jo-Jo expected. Not that she cared, she didn't do girls. "Why am I here, really? You want more than to give me dinner and talk about Rob, don't you?"
Edith gave Jo-Jo a glass of wine and sat across from her in a large brocade chair. "We'll talk about that after dinner. Let me tell you a little about Rob. Five years ago, when he first came to the company, he picked me out of the secretarial pool. I had been working there twelve years, and had made up my mind that I would stay right where I was. Oh, a couple of times, when young men came in, I was assigned to work for them, but when they moved up, they left me behind and I went back to the pool. I'm forty-five, and maybe I remind young men of their mother and they are afraid I'll spank them if they don't do their job. Rob was different. He said he wanted a secretary who knew what she was doing, not a pretty decoration for his desk, so he took me with him every time he got promoted."
"Has he ever seen you like this? Does he know what a pretty decoration you'd make for his desk?"
"He's seen me socially lots of times," Edith said. "He and Andrea take me to dinner at least twice a month. How do you like the wine?"
"It's excellent," Jo-Jo said, "the best I've ever had."
"I told you, he has excellent taste."
"You've got a crush on him, don't you?"
"Crushes are for young people, honey," Edith replied, "like you. Did you know that a goat has the highest normal temperature of any mammal?"
"No," Jo-Jo laughed, "and I'm not sure what that has to do with anything."
"I'm like a goat, honey, I stay hot all the time. Rob could have me, any time, any place, but he doesn't fuck where he works." Edith chuckled and gave Jo-Jo a big wink. "I'd better amend that, he fucked you this morning, but he doesn't fuck the people he works with. It's a good policy, and I agree with it, no matter how badly I want him."
"So, that's why you dress the way you do, to mask your own horny nature?"
"Rob said that you're very perceptive," Edith said with a coy smile.
"Then you're not a lesbian?"
"No, I'm not, honey," Edith laughed. "I like cock as much as you do."
"I thought you were, and that's why you wanted me to come here tonight."
"This morning, you said that you don't do girls, but you still came even though you thought I was a lesbian."
Jo-Jo shrugged and sipped her wine.
"I heard the timer," Edith said. "Let's have dinner."
Jo-Jo didn't hear the timer, and her hearing was pretty acute. Edith took her hand, and she didn't flinch when Edith kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Maybe I should have said that I've never done it with a girl," Jo-Jo said.
Edith seated Jo-Jo at the dining table and she sat quietly, sipping the delicious wine as Edith brought the food from the kitchen. She realized abruptly, with startling clarity, that she was going to let Edith lick her pussy. The only unanswered questions were when and how she would react. If Edith asked, would she lick her pussy? That was a rhetorical question. Edith wouldn't have to ask. She emptied her glass and refilled it from the fresh bottle Edith had put on the table a moment earlier. Nothing like wine to calm her nerves and fortify her courage.
They ate boneless chicken breast in a delicious cream sauce, wild rice pilaf, tender artichoke hearts, fresh baked rolls and, of course, lots of excellent wine.
"This is fabulous, Edith," Jo-Jo said. "How did you get it put together between the time you got home from work and now?"
"I cheat," Edith chuckled. "I cook on the weekends and freeze everything, then pop it in the microwave, and presto, it's ready to eat. I prepared the artichokes while the rest of it was heating."
"You'd make somebody a good wife."
"No, I wouldn't," Edith said, "I've got a wandering heart. I like variety and most men don't understand."
"I'm not a very good cook. The frozen stuff I pop in the microwave comes from a factory and can't hold a candle to this."
"I'm sure you have other attributes," Edith said. "Have you ever been married?"
Jo-Jo said that she had, and told Edith about her late husband.
"Do you miss him?"
"No," Jo-Jo said. "He didn't play much of a part in my life when he was alive, so there wasn't much to miss. That sounds callous, but it's true."
"What are you going to do about Rob?"
"If you mean am I going to make trouble for him, the answer is no. I think too much of him, and Andrea is my best friend. And before you say it, she not only knows, it was her idea." Jo-Jo related how her visit to Rob's office came about. "I don't know what she has in mind, but I suspect it will involve me and be just as outlandish."
"Rob said she's pretty outlandish at times, so you're probably right."
"Obviously, Rob talks to you about his private life. Did he say anything about me?"
"Yes, but I won't tell you what and spoil his plans."
"He's going to do something Friday night, isn't he? Something unusual, I mean," Jo-Jo added.
"Depends on what you mean by unusual," Edith laughed. "All I'll say is, be prepared to have a good time. I would love to be in your shoes."
"Or out of them," Jo-Jo laughed.
"No, I'm sure he'll tell you to keep them on."
"By the way," Jo-Jo said, "I like your outfit. If Rob saw you right now, he would forget his policy of not playing with the people he works with."
"That's why I've never let him see me dressed this way, honey. A smart secretary never leads her boss into temptation, not if she likes him. I'll put the dishes in the dishwasher, then we can have coffee and brandy in the living room."
"I'll help," Jo-Jo volunteered. "I like being with you. You have a nice aura."
Edith loaded a tray with coffee and brandy and carried it to the living room. They sat on the couch, close enough for their thighs to touch. Women know when they accept a date whether they will fuck a guy. He can jump through his ass and not change her mind if she decides to keep her knees together.
Jo-Jo knew she was going to let Edith have her way, and knew that Edith knew it. She sat up very straight as she sipped her cognac and coffee, showing her tits off for Edith's benefit, just as she would have done with a man she knew she was going to fuck. The behavior came so natural, she wasn't aware she was doing it.
"You smell so good," Jo-Jo said softly.
"Thank you," Edith replied, "it's Cinnabar."
Edith moved her knee, let it brush against Jo-Jo's, and Jo-Jo returned the pressure, thrusting her tits out a little further. The large mounds strained against her silk blouse, looking as if they might burst free any second.
"Do you date often?"
"As often as I want," Edith replied. "It took a while, but now I can tell within minutes if a guy is a good lover or a bull-shitter. I don't put up with bull-shitters. They spend too much time quibbling over what they want me to do, and not enough time thinking about what we're going to do to each other. If a guy pleases me, I'll see that he goes away happy."
"Maybe you can give me some pointers," Jo-Jo said. "I don't seem to have much luck picking out guys."
"Don't forget Rob."
"Well, my feelings for him have always been pretty lusty, but I didn't pick him, Andrea did."
"Still, don't forget him," Edith said.
"Have you ever done a threesome with a guy and another girl?"
"Honey, I've done just everything you can think of in all sorts of combinations," Edith chuckled.
"I'd like to try a threesome with a guy and another girl," Jo-Jo said.
"With Rob and Andrea?"
"Yes," Jo-Jo mused, a dreamy look on her face, "that would be nice."
Edith turned slightly and deliberately pressed her tit against Jo-Jo's arm. "I'm glad you didn't chicken out," she said softly.
Jo-Jo turned her head and looked at Edith. "In spite of the image you project at the office, you fuck a lot, don't you?"
"Yes," Edith replied, "but I'm not indiscriminate."
"I don't fuck as often as I would like," Jo-Jo said. "Guys are always hitting on me, but most of them don't turn me on. Maybe I'm too picky."
"Guys like Rob can spoil a girl in a hurry," Edith said. "Still, you can't be too picky. I like sex, but I have to feel something special about a person before I'll fuck them. And I don't want anybody to get serious with me. I fuck for fun, not just for the fun of fucking. I turn down more offers than I accept." She put her glass on the coffee table and looked into Jo-Jo's eyes. "I've fantasized about you being here, just like this, so I could make love to you. Thank you for coming."
Jo-Jo's heartbeat speeded up and her breathing deepened. "I haven't yet," she quipped.
"You will, darling, you will," Edith assured her.
Edith put her hand on Jo-Jo's cheek and kissed her. Jo-Jo put her hand behind Edith's head and eagerly accepted her tender tongue.
Jo-Jo broke the kiss and looked at Edith with misty eyes. "My first intimate kiss with a girl," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I like the way your tongue felt in my mouth."
"Close your eyes and just feel. Good, now don't move, just feel." Edith touched the tip of her finger to Jo-Jo's mouth, her lips parted slightly. "Your lips are so soft," she said, "so moist and smooth." She touched Jo-Jo's teeth and brushed her nail against Jo-Jo's tongue. "Does that tickle?"
Jo-Jo's body tingled and the lips of her pussy swelled. "A little," she whispered, awash in sensations. She pursed her lips around Edith's finger and sucked lightly.
"Oh, yes," Edith whispered, "suck my finger like you suck a cock." She fucked Jo-Jo's mouth with her finger, a motion they both knew so well, the rhythm primitive and profoundly sexual. She leaned and pressed the tip of her tongue into Jo-Jo's ear, mimicking the rhythm of her finger.
Jo-Jo never imagined that anything so simple could be so deeply sensual. As she sucked Edith's finger and Edith tongue-fucked her ear, a sweet ache spread from her crotch to her tits. Her thin bikini panties were plastered to her watery cleft, and her clothes suddenly felt dreadfully constricting. She reached for the buttons on her blouse, and Edith held her hand, gently but firmly.
"Don't move, darling, let me be in charge." With a nip at her ear lobe, Edith pulled her finger from Jo-Jo's sexy mouth and skillfully unbuttoned her blouse with swift, nimble fingers. "Your nipples are so swollen." She pushed Jo-Jo's blouse open and stroked her nipples tenderly. "Do you like my hands on your hard nipples and pretty tits?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jo-Jo fought the urge to open her eyes and nodded vigorously and whispered, "Oh, yes!"
"I know how you feel, darling. Your heart is pounding and you can't seem to get air into your lungs. Your nipples look so suckable, and your tits are bigger than I expected. You're so svelte, I thought they would be smaller."
"They don't disappoint you, do they?"
"God, no," Edith said quickly, honestly. "Mine are so damn big, I'm always sticking them in everything. Guess I'm built for comfort, not speed."
"Oh, darling, there's nothing slow about you," Jo-Jo laughed.
Edith leaned over and took one nipple in her teeth, and Jo-Jo knew she was going to stain the couch, the way her pussy was gushing.
"Beautiful young tits," Edith whispered as she hefted one tit and weighed it, "heavy and ripe." She drew her fingers from the outside of the mound to the pink center, pulling at the nipple, repeating the action over and over.
Jo-Jo thought she would go mad. "Oh, Edith, that feels so good," she whispered.
"I know, darling," Edith said softly. "The way a girl makes love to another girl is totally different from the way a man makes love to her. I know how to give you so much pleasure, more pleasure than you've ever experienced. Let yourself go and feel the heat, darling, enjoy what I can do for you." She licked one erect nipple with the flat of her tongue, drew back and blew on the wet tip. Again and again, she wet the tight bud, then heated it with her breath and chuckled huskily when Jo-Jo squirmed. "Doesn't that just drive you wild?"
"You're making me crazy," Jo-Jo murmured. "My pussy is going to explode."
"No, it's not, and that's the wonderful part. Your pussy will get hotter and hotter, but you won't cum until we're ready. And it'll be so intense, I'll be able to feel it, share it with you." Edith licked Jo-Jo's nipple again, then drew it into her mouth and suckled tenderly as she quickly removed Jo-Jo's skirt and panties.
A tightness flowed from Jo-Jo's tit to her pussy, as though the sucking made a path through her body and she could feel the pull between her legs.
"Is your pussy wet, darling?"
"Yes," Jo-Jo murmured. "I'm so excited, I don't know what to do. I can almost reach my climax, but not quite."
"I'll help you reach it, baby," Edith cooed. "Spread your legs and show me your pretty pussy. That's right, spread them wide and put your feet on the edge of the table. You still have your shoes on, so it won't hurt."
Mesmerized by the unique situation and Edith's throaty, sexy voice, Jo-Jo propped her feet on the table. "May I open my eyes? I want to watch you."
Edith slid off the couch and ducked under Jo-Jo's leg and knelt between her shapely thighs. "Not yet, darling. The mystery, the suspense is part of the pleasure."
Jo-Jo's soaked pussy twitched with excitement, and Edith wondered how long she could keep her on the edge of climax without letting her over. There was so much pleasure she could give. She bent her head to one side and brushed her thick hair on the inside of Jo-Jo's thigh, tickling and tantalizing the smooth tender skin as she blew a stream of air on the inside of the other thigh.
Jo-Jo was going crazy, was sure she would fly apart in a million pieces, and didn't think she would even feel the explosion. "You're torturing me," she whispered, reaching for Edith's head to pull forward and get the woman's mouth on her pussy.
"No, baby," Edith said, replacing Jo-Jo's hands at her sides, "hold still and let me show you how good this can be."
"It's making me crazy."
"Is it bad?"
Jo-Jo hesitated barely a heartbeat, then said, "No, it's wonderful."
"I promise I won't make you wait too long." Edith slid her hands under Jo-Jo's ass, lowered her head and traced the outline of Jo-Jo's cunt lips with the tip of her tongue, then licked the center of her slit. "Hmmm, your pussy tastes so good," she said softly. "I knew it would." Using just her index fingers, she peeled Jo-Jo's lips apart and slowly explored the folds of succulent flesh with her tongue.
Jo-Jo shuddered and gasped. "Oh, I wondered how it would feel the first time you licked me," she whispered, her voice shaky with excitement.
"You can cum soon," Edith said, flicking her tongue over Jo-Jo's swollen clit, "and your climax is going to be so big, I'm going to share it with you."
Edith slid two fingers into Jo-Jo's sopping, hot honey hole and pumped them in and out slowly as she flicked her tongue over the girl's pulsing love stud.
Jo-Jo leaned back and cupped her tits and rubbed her thumbs over her nipples. "Oh, darling, everything feels terrific," she said softly. "I'm going to cum so hard."
"Let it come, baby," Edith cooed. "Enjoy what I'm doing to your pussy and let it all come out." She blew her warm breath over Jo-Jo's inner lips. "Yes, baby, share your climax with me." Her tongue flicked and her fingers drove in and out.
Pressure built in Jo-Jo's belly, and waves of pleasure began to crest. "Oh, fuck," she cried, "it's so good!"
Edith licked Jo-Jo's inner lips, around her fingers, then used her fingers to spread Jo-Jo's box open and licked all the succulent flesh her tongue could reach.
Jo-Jo wanted to tell Edith how wonderful her tongue felt, but it felt so damned good she couldn't speak. As Edith's tongue skated more aggressively over her fiery clit, it became impossible to even form words, let alone say them.
Pausing for a moment, Edith murmured, "Your pussy tastes absolutely delectable, darling! I want you to cum real hard for me."
Jo-Jo jerked and wailed and came, the spasms going on and on, unlike any climax she had ever experienced. Not the hard, fast kind she had when she masturbated, not the kind she had with her pussy filled with a hard cock, not even the kind she had when a guy licked her, but deep in the core of her being, and marvelously different.
Edith got up and sat by Jo-Jo, leaned toward her and their tongues met, then their lips came together slowly. Jo-Jo's lips were deliciously provocative, and Edith caressed her silky tits and slipped her tongue into Jo-Jo's mouth.
"Ummmmmm," Jo-Jo breathed.
She caressed Edith's abundant tits through the shimmery pajamas and sucked her tongue, and her clit began erecting and stinging again.
Edith's nipples grew hard under the deft twiddling of Jo-Jo's fingers and her clit swelled, shooting hot thrills up her cunt. This young brunette was as passionate as her ripe body promised.
Jo-Jo's full, sensuous lips writhed over Edith's and her tongue fluttered delightfully in Edith's mouth as Edith's hands wandered over her body. She drew back and nibbled Edith's puffy lower lip. "Your mouth is so hot and tastes so good," she whispered.
"It tastes like your pussy," Edith chuckled.
"That's why it tastes so good," Jo-Jo giggled. She put her hand inside Edith's pajama top and carefully extracted one swollen tit. She rubbed the pink nipple with her thumb, and it peaked voluptuously. "Touching another girl intimately is so exciting."
"Take the other one out," Edith said hoarsely.
"I love to have them handled."
"And I'm just the girl to do it," Jo-Jo giggled as she lifted Edith's other hefty tit out of the pajama top and licked both nipples. "Your nipples are so long and thick and red," she said wonderingly, full of innocence.
Edith thrust her chest out and said, "I rouged them just for you, darling."
Jo-Jo fondled Edith's tits all over, with fascination. "Delightful," she breathed. "They're so big and solid and warm and smooth."
"That's a lot of adverbs," Edith chuckled. Jo-Jo's heat and zest excited her. The hair along her crevice was drenched, and pussy juice dribbled down the crack of her ass. "I come by them naturally. My mother and grandmother were buxom babes." She undressed sitting down, and when she kicked her pants away, she left her legs open, showing her pussy in all its wet glory.
"Ohhhhh," Jo-Jo breathed, "I love your thick bush." She patted the arm of the couch. "Sit up here," she said excitedly, "I want to look at you!"
"Oh, I like you, darling," Edith chuckled as she sat on the arm and opened her legs wide.
Her mossy mound was pleasingly plump, split by a long, thick-lipped crack. She spread her legs a little wider, the dewy lips opened, and Jo-Jo stared at her clit. Already engorged with blood, it jutted out of its hood, looking exactly like a miniature penis, even with a distinct little glans!
"My God," Jo-Jo blurted, "your clit is huge!" With shaking hands, she pulled the lips open further and stared into the depths of Edith's cunt. The interior changed from bright pink to pale red and got very juicy. She licked her lips and let her head drift slowly forward.
"Wait," Edith whispered, "watch this."
Edith put Jo-Jo's hands on top of her thighs and put her hands on her cunt. She watched Jo-Jo's face as she held her clit between the index and middle finger of her right hand and teased the tip with her left index finger, rotating it slowly, gradually increasing speed until her finger was twirling full tilt.
Just before she came, she jerked her clitoral hood furiously, holding it tightly between the fingers of her right hand, and her love button popped further out and the glans flared into a distinct little mushroom cap. She yelled with audacious euphoria as her ass bounced and jerked all over the arm of the couch, then took her hands out of her crotch and let her climax ebb.
"Oh, that's awesome," Jo-Jo whispered. "Where did you learn to do it that way?"
"The first girl who went down on me showed me," Edith said. "Once in a while, I find a guy who likes to watch a girl get herself off, and he just stares at me with bug eyes."
Jo-Jo giggled. "Yeah, I can imagine. Rob likes to watch a girl get herself off. I imagine Andrea does it for him all the time."
"I wouldn't be a bit surprised," Edith said.
Edith's pussy gaped at Jo-Jo, dripping with juice, and she couldn't resist touching it. That humongous clit seemed to beckon to her, and she dived in tongue first and planted a sloppy kiss on the long slit. It was warm and sticky and tasty, and kissing it thrilled her. She licked Edith's tight little hole, then kissed the enormous clit and sucked gently, drawing the big spike between her lips.
"Oooooo," Edith murmured, "you catch on quickly."
Edith bucked and slipped off the arm and tipped her cunt up and threw her left leg over the back of the couch. Jo-Jo stayed with her, her lips sealed around Edith's erect clitoris, sucking tenderly.
"Suck a little harder, darling," Edith panted. Her body jerked, her head twisted backward as if caught in an intense muscle spasm, her mouth hung open, and the look on her face registered her tremendous pleasure. "Ooohhh, that's fantastic, darling, so fucking good! I'm going to cum!"
Jo-Jo stopped sucking and flicked her tongue rapidly over Edith's love button. Shaking all over, Edith squealed and tangled her fingers in Jo-Jo's hair. Every time her ass bucked forward, she snatched Jo-Jo's mouth to her twat.
Jo-Jo slid two fingers up Edith's cunt and churned them around while her tongue tortured Edith's clit, pushing her over the last hurdle into orgasmic nirvana. She tormented Edith's clit a few minutes longer, then used both hands to hold her pussy wide open, stuck her mouth and tongue into the open gash and ran her tongue up and down the juicy slit and tickled Edith's agitated joy buzzer.
Edith's impassioned erotic pressure diminished, but nerve-jangling sensations continued to course through her body as Jo-Jo licked faster and she scaled the heights again. The harder she came, the faster Jo-Jo licked. The faster Jo-Jo licked, the harder Edith came, humping her ass up and down frantically, passion juice flowing from her cunt in torrents. Most of it cascaded into Jo-Jo's mouth and the rest of it trickled over her chin and down the crack of Edith's ass.
Edith reached the point where she had to get away from Jo-Jo's maddening tongue or go crazy. She pulled Jo-Jo's head up and held it against her belly. "Damn, girl," she exclaimed, "I thought you were going to suck my pussy inside out! For a beginner, you've got a delightfully wicked tongue, darling."
Jo-Jo grinned shyly. "Guess I got carried away. Once I got started, I just couldn't stop."
"So I noticed," Edith chuckled. "You're simply loaded with natural talent, or you lied to me.
Jo-Jo grinned again. "It's all natural talent, darling."
CHAPTER NINE
Edith pushed Jo-Jo onto her back and fell on her and mashed her sopping slit against Jo-Jo's steamy cunt. The erotic slippery meeting, the electrifying kiss of fleshy nether lips and supersensitive clits coming together, thrilled both of them to the core.
"Now I'm going to fuck you good, you horny little imp," Edith said hoarsely.
The uniqueness of the situation and her own raging lust made Jo-Jo's head spin. "Ohhh, darling," she whined, "your cunt against mine feels so good, and I can feel your big clit!" She arched her back, pushed her tits high and clutched at Edith's body as her ass took off in high gear, heaving up and down and twisting around and around, hunching anxiously against Edith's cunt.
"Yeah," Edith grunted, "it's natural talent. You know just what to do."
Edith mashed her big tits into Jo-Jo's mounds and fucked her vigorously and glued her mouth to Jo-Jo's. Their tongues dueled and grappled and tempestuous spasms of fervor blistered their frenetic loins.
They fucked with a ravenous, sensuous rhythm, feeling as though they had rubbed pussies many times before, their slick cunt lips skidding across each other, their shapely asses hunching and twisting, their tits swelling to luscious fullness.
"You clit feels like a little dick rubbing against mine," Jo-Jo panted.
They breathed in labored gasps, sucking for oxygen, unwilling to slow down, climbing impatiently toward the peak in a precipitous dash, both knowing they were going to blow like volcanoes.
The ostentatious, shuddering quakes of Edith's orgasm triggered Jo-Jo's explosive eruption, and they lunged and jerked together as their wild shouts of ecstasy burst from their throats and blended in a paean to Sappho.
Edith gasped and lurched and finished with quick little jiggles. The lingering spasms of carnal fruition were as penetrating, as delightful as any she had ever known. "Oh, darling," she breathed, "you're a dynamite piece of ass!
"You did the work," Jo-Jo said with a big sigh of satisfaction, "I just went along for the marvelous ride. Your big old clit rubbing against mine was sensational. I've never seen one so big." She giggled. "Come to think of it, I'd never seen another clit or pussy until tonight."
"So, how do you like making it with another girl?"
"After tonight, I'll never be satisfied with just men," Jo-Jo said.
"I've fucked a lots of guys, and not one of them ever sucked my pussy as well as another girl does. It isn't their fault, poor dears, a girl simply knows how to please another girl. Once a girl lets another girl go down on her, she's hooked for life."
"Are you saying that every girl is bisexual?"
"Yeah, I think that deep down, they are. Trouble is, a lot of them freak out at the thought of getting it on with another girl. They don't know what they're missing. I like the softness of girls, not just their bodies, but the way they make love."
"Until tonight, I wouldn't have known what you mean," Jo-Jo said, "but I sure do now! I think that's why the notion of a threesome with a couple intrigues me. It's sort of like the stimulating contrast when you fuck a black man. You know, hard and soft, black and white."
"I know. Have you fucked a black man?"
"Yeah, one with a cock like a fence post." Jo-Jo giggled. "I nearly backed out when I saw that monster the first time."
"Do you like orgies?"
"Never been to one," Jo-Jo replied.
"I like to fuck two men at the same time. Having two cocks all to myself, to do with as I please, really excites me."
"Never done that, either," Jo-Jo said.
"You've led a sheltered life," Edith laughed. "I always think I'll go crazy from sheer pleasure when two guys double-team me. I like to whip a man's cock as fast as I can and watch his cum fly all over the place. I can do that at an orgy and not worry about not getting fucked. The last time I went to an orgy, everyone there did me at the same time, guys and girls licking my pussy, sucking my tits, kissing me, then I took three cocks at once, one in my mouth, one in my cunt and one in my ass."
"I have led a sheltered life," Jo-Jo chuckled.
Edith sat up and looked in Jo-Jo's eyes. "You're so beautiful, so sexy," she said softly.
"You're beautiful, too," Jo-Jo whispered. "I like being with you. You're so laid back, so mellow."
"Will you spend the night with me?"
"I'd love to," Jo-Jo replied happily.
Edith got to her feet, took Jo-Jo's hand and led her upstairs to the bedroom.
"Outstanding," Jo-Jo said, looking around the bedroom. She looked at the mirror over the bed, then the one at the head of the bed and laughed.
"Never fucked in front of mirrors. Bet you have a lot of fun in here."
"Some men are so vain. They really get turned on watching a woman ride their cock."
"I must be just as vain," Jo-Jo said. "I think it would turn me on watching myself ride a stiff cock."
"The only kind you can ride," Edith quipped. "I think we all have a bit of exhibitionism and voyeurism in us. Some of us try to deny it or hide it, but it's there. Girls are probably more given to exhibitionism and guys to voyeurism. Nothing wrong with either one, as long as we don't do it in public. Or spy on others without them knowing. I wouldn't fuck someone on the street corner, but I like to have other people watch me."
Edith hefted Jo-Jo's tits and licked her nipples, teasing them into erection. "I like to suck your big nipples," she said softly. "The first time I sucked a tit, I understood why men go for them."
Jo-Jo arched her back and pushed her tits out. "My clit tingles and my pussy gets wet when you suck my nipples," she murmured.
"So does mine," Edith giggled. She slipped her middle finger into Jo-Jo's slick hole and pumped it in and out a few times. "Hmmm, nice and tight. Guys love to fuck you, don't they?"
"Never had any complaints," Jo-Jo gasped.
Edith took her finger out of Jo-Jo's pussy and licked it, then said, "Stay right there."
Jo-Jo chuckled. Edith would have to chase her away with a big stick. The instant she licked Edith's clit, a door into an undiscovered facet of her persona had opened and she found, much to her surprise and with more than a little shock, that she liked the taste of pussy.
Edith went to her dresser and got a large flesh-colored dildo and harness and tossed them on the bed. "Do you know what that is?"
"Yes, I've seen girls use them in sex flicks, but I've never used one."
"Well, I imagine you've been on the receiving end of a live cock often enough to know how to use it," Edith said.
Jo-Jo picked up the dildo and said, "It's about the size of Rob's cock. Do you want me to fuck you with it?"
"That's the general idea, honey," Edith laughed. "I want to be the first girl you fuck with your own cock."
Edith helped Jo-Jo assemble the dildo and harness and strap it on. Jo-Jo looked down at the cock, then stood in the middle of the bed and looked at herself in the mirror.
"I look like I'm not quite a guy or a girl," she mused.
"I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck one of those half-guy, half-girl people," Edith said with a sexy laugh. "You look breathtaking with a cock. Big luscious tits on top and a magnificent flesh-colored cock jutting from between your creamy thighs. None of the girls who have fucked me with that looked quite as provocative as you. You have a special aura."
"I also have my own big cock." Jo-Jo grinned, made a ring with her thumb and forefinger and pretended to masturbate the fake cock. "Shouldn't we lubricate it?"
"There's a tube of surgical jelly in the bed table," Edith said.
Jo-Jo got the slickum and applied it to the dildo. "Is there some way you like to be fucked?"
"Just fuck me the way a man would, honey," Edith said, getting on the bed and lying on her back with her legs spread. "Feel free to improvise. I'm sure you have a very good imagination."
"The nubs on the part that fits over my mound feel good," Jo-Jo said as she knelt between Edith's thighs. "If I fuck you just right, I'll get off, too."
"Getting off is what's it all about, darling," Edith said.
Jo-Jo looked down at her cock and chuckled happily as she grasped the shaft of her manufactured monster in one hand, parted the thick curls covering Edith's plump mound with the tip and pressed it into her tight hole.
Edith moaned with delight as the thick knob eased into her drizzly cunthole, stretching her pussy lips tightly around the shaft as it drove into her. "Ohhh, I love to have my pussy full of hard cock."
"We have one big advantage over a real cock," Jo-Jo giggled, "this one is always hard!" She immediately got the hang of using the gadget. Fucking another girl came as naturally to her as being fucked! The nubs on the base of the device sent shivers of delight through her loins as she bucked forward and wiggled her ass up and down. "Going to fuck you good now, baby. Going to make you cum so hard you can't stand it."
"Oh, yes," Edith panted, "fill my cunt full of your hard cock and fuck my brains out, just like a man would!"
Jo-Jo looked in the mirror at the head of the bed, then the one over the bed as she plunged her prick methodically, relentlessly in and out of Edith's deep, tight hole. "Oh, fuck, this is so exciting," she whispered. "Thank you for seducing me."
"Yeah, I had to work real hard," Edith laughed.
She wrapped her legs around Jo-Jo's waist and began to rock and roll, fucking back at her with gusto. She tweaked Jo-Jo's nipples until they were rigid and elongated, then put her hands on Jo-Jo's shoulders and pulled her down so their nipples rubbed together. Jo-Jo's tits swayed and Edith's tits bounced, imparting all the movement needed to generate erotic electricity in the four turgid buds.
"Oooooo, baby," Edith moaned. "You're getting me so good. I love the way you fuck. Do you like fucking me?"
"Love it," Jo-Jo panted. "Am I doing it right?"
"Any lighter and I'd go crazy! Slow down, I want it to last."
"My cock never gets soft, baby," Jo-Jo reminded her. "I can fuck you all night."
Jo-Jo plunged her cock in and out of Edith's slushy, widely stretched snatch, fucking her tenaciously. Each time she buried her long prick to the hilt in Edith's happy hole, she rotated her ass in vigorous, cunt-stretching circles, then resumed her diligent thrusting.
Edith's cunt fluttered and spasmed around the thrusting tool. A thin patina of sweet sweat covered her body and voluminous quantities of juice poured from her stimulated hole. She hadn't had a good session with another girl for several days, and welcomed the opportunity of getting fucked with one of her favorite sex toys.
Inspired by Edith's passionate response, Jo-Jo skewered her cunt vigorously, banging her womb with the tip of the big prick. The nubs had a decidedly delightful effect on her own cunt, and her upper body turned bright pink with pre-orgasmic blush as her own passions soared. Her eyes bounced between the mirror at the head of the bed and Edith's body, watching her own tits sway wildly and Edith's big tits jiggle as she drove her cock relentlessly into Edith's ecstatic quim.
The slurpy sounds of the pliant plastic prick mingled with their feverish grunts and groans, then they squealed simultaneously and climaxed together, humping for all they were worth. Jo-Jo plastered her mouth to Edith's in a torrid tongue-swapping kiss as they thrashed and writhed in blissful, amorous agony, cumming again and again.
They made the descent back to earthy reality slowly, reluctant to let go of the heavenly pleasure. Jo-Jo gave Edith's spastic love tunnel one last deep, tip-to-root thrust of her long tool and left the big rod in Edith's snatch, binding them together at the crotch, as she lay on top of her, breathing hard, soft ripples of delight still coursing through her.
"Ummmmmm, terrific," Edith sighed. "You really know how to fuck, darling. I came so fucking hard!"
Jo-Jo propped herself up on her elbows and kissed Edith tenderly. "I'm glad I fucked you the way you like. At first, I wasn't sure I could, then I got the hang of it and it was fun." She licked Edith's lips, then kissed her tenderly. "What would you like to do now?"
"I want to fuck you, darling. If we're going to break you in properly, we can't stop now. Do you like to fuck doggy-style?"
"I adore it," Jo-Jo replied. "The head of a guy's cock always gets my G spot when I take it from the rear. Would you believe I've run into some guys who don't like to fuck a girl from behind? I couldn't believe my ears the first time a guy told me it was unnatural!"
"Oh, yes, I can believe it," Edith replied. "I've had the same experience. I've also run into guys who won't eat pussy. What really pisses me is when some guy tries to get me to suck his cock, but won't go down on me."
"I don't fuck that kind any more," Jo-Jo said. "I just get up, put on my clothes and leave. One guy said he would eat me if I didn't leave, but he only gave my pussy a couple licks, so I left without fucking him anyway."
Jo-Jo quickly shucked the artificial cock and got on her hands and knees and rested her head on her crossed arms, and presented her ass and cunt to Edith. "It's all yours, darling."
CHAPTER TEN
Rob brought a stack of white PVC pipes with screw-in connections into the living room and started putting them together.
Andrea came into the room, dressed for dinner in a pale-blue jersey knit dress with a deep vee-shaped neckline that showed the tops of her tits and a short skirt that barely covered her ass, pale-blue hose and white pumps.
"Darling," she said, "why are you putting a swing in the living room?"
"It isn't a swing."
"Well, it looks like one to me, but I don't think it would hold much weight. What's it for?"
"You'll see later," he replied. "Jo-Jo will be here in a few minutes. She's going to dinner with us."
"You're just full of surprises tonight."
"Yep," he said, "just trying to keep life interesting."
"Are you going to do a threesome with her?"
"That's what you want," he replied.
"How do you know what I want?"
"Because I know you," he said confidently.
Jo-Jo arrived, wearing a black linen suit, black hose and black pumps and carrying a small overnight bag. Her jacket was open nearly to her navel and the inner slopes of her tits showed.
"Hi, guys," she said gaily. "Where's the swing for that thing?"
"Rob says it isn't a swing," Andrea said, "but I have no idea what it's for."
"You can put your bag in the master bedroom," Rob said. "We'll probably get there eventually."
Rob waited until Jo-Jo took her bag into the bedroom, then said to Andrea, "Your bra shows, sweetheart. Take it off. Are you wearing panties?"
"Yes, this skirt is too short not to."
"Take them off, too."
Andrea shrugged and pulled her skirt up. "My pussy is going to show when I sit down." She glanced at Jo-Jo as she pushed her panties down and stepped out of them, then pulled the top of her dress down and removed her bra. Undressing in front of Jo-Jo didn't bother her, but she had no idea what Rob was up to. He had never been this assertive with her. She pulled the top of her dress up and adjusted it over her tits. "The neckline is so low, you can see all the way to my nipples."
"You have pretty nipples," Rob said, "and your tits don't show any more than Jo-Jo's." He looked at Jo-Jo and smiled slyly. "Are you wearing panties?"
"Yes, silly little black lace things that barely cover my pussy."
He gave her a stern look and she grinned.
"I suppose you want me to take them off."
"I like bright girls."
Jo-Jo removed her panties and smoothed her skirt over her hips. "My skirt is as short as Andrea's, but you still can't see whether I'm wearing panties."
"But I know you aren't," Rob said.
"You don't care if our pussies show when we sit down," Andrea said.
"Unless you want to show off your pussy, you can keep your legs together," Rob replied. "Get your handbags and check your make-up or whatever, the taxi will be here in a few minutes."
"Darling," Andrea said, "why do we have to take a taxi when we've got a nice car?"
"So I can sit between you and not have to worry about watching the road."
On the way to the restaurant, Rob rode with a hand on each girl's knee. On the way home, he rode with his hand on the inside of their thighs.
He noticed that Andrea kept glancing at the driver and squirming, and kissed her on the cheek.
"Are you thinking of what we're going to do when we get home?"
"Yes," she said softly, "although I don't have the slightest idea what we're going to do."
"Oh, you know what we're going to do," he said, "you just don't know how we're going to do it. Is your pussy wet?"
"You know it is. Going out in public without underwear is more of a thrill than I thought it would be."
"Lots of things are going to thrill you tonight. Put your right foot on the seat."
Andrea hesitated and looked at the back of the driver's head. "If I do that, he'll be able to see my pussy."
"You want him to see your pussy," Rob said quietly.
Jo-Jo snickered. "If he looks and wrecks the car, think of all the insurance money we'll collect." She put her left foot on the seat and turned slightly toward Rob. "My pussy is probably as wet as yours."
"Well, if you can, I can too," Andrea said. She put her right foot on the seat and turned slightly toward Rob.
Rob felt of both pussies and nodded. "Very good," he said. "That's the way they should be."
The cab stopped in front of their house and Rob paid the driver and gave him a big tip.
Jo-Jo made eye contact with the driver and grinned. "Did you see the whole show?"
"Not enough of it," the driver replied. "Am I going to take you home?"
"You should be so lucky," she laughed as she slid across the seat and got out. "This is Rob's night."
"Lucky stiff," the driver grumbled. He put the cab in gear and did a U-turn and sped away.
Rob laughed and held their hands as they went up the walk.
"Darling," Jo-Jo said, "I know you're lucky, are you also stiff?"
"Not yet," he replied. "I'll leave that up to you and Andrea." He unlocked the door and waited until they went in, then followed them and made sure he locked the door behind him. "Wait here, I'll be right back."
Andrea and Jo-Jo looked at each other and smiled faintly and shrugged and stayed right where they were. Rob came back with an oblong box, a silk scarf and a strip of black cloth, then went to the kitchen and brought back a large glass filled with ice cubes.
"Take off your clothes," he said.
Andrea cocked one eyebrow and said, "Which one of us?"
"Both of you," he replied.
"Everything?" Jo-Jo giggled and started unbuttoning her jacket. "Not that we're wearing much."
"Not the hose and shoes," he said.
"I don't know if I want to," Andrea said, "not until you tell us what you're going to do to us."
"I'm going to blindfold you, sweetheart, and let Jo-Jo watch me make you so hot, you'll go crazy."
"Oh, well, that's okay then," Andrea said. She pulled her dress over her head and tossed it across the back of a chair. "What are you going to do to Jo-Jo?"
"You'll have to wait and see."
"Does that mean you're going to let me watch?"
"Of course. She's going to watch what I do to you, so you get to watch what I do to her. That's what you want, after all."
Andrea looked at the odd contraption set up in the living room. "I still don't know what that thing's for."
I know he's going to fuck Jo-Jo and me. I've been running off at the mouth, and he took me up on it. I just hope I'm ready to watch his cock sliding into another girl's juicy pussy. What will he do if I get jealous when he fucks Jo-Jo with his gorgeous cock the way he fucks me and makes her cum until she nearly loses her mind?
I know he's already fucked her, but I wasn't there, so that's different.
What will I do if he's got in his mind that Jo-Jo and I are going to eat each other? Do I want to eat pussy? Maybe I should ask him, he knows everything else I want to do, the smug bastard.
Rob kissed Andrea and said, "Stand under the crossbar and reach up and grip it."
She stood between the supports and looked up, then extended her arms and gripped the crossbar. Her feet were still on the floor, but her body was fully stretched. She wondered how he knew what height to make it so it would be just right for her when she was wearing heels. Jo-Jo was two inches taller and reaching up wouldn't extend her body, so evidently he had something different planned for her.
Rob undressed, then got the strip of black cloth and tied it over Andrea's eyes.
"Oh, darling," she said, her voice quivering with a tinge of fright, "why do you have to blindfold me?"
"It's part of the game, sweetheart. I won't tie your hands. I trust you to hold onto the bar until I say you can turn loose. You can do that, can't you?"
"I guess so. What are you going to do to me?"
"Make you cum until your knees are weak. You won't fall as long as you hold onto the bar." Andrea spread her feet a little wider so she would be more comfortable, then suddenly remembered that Jo-Jo was looking at her. God, I must look gross, she thought. I wonder what she's thinking. My tits must really stand out, and I know she can see my pussy. What does she think of my thick bush? Maybe I ought to move my feet closer together so she can't see as much. No, I wouldn't be comfortable then, if I can call this position comfortable! Besides, she's seen my pussy before. Not up close and personal, but she isn't going to see it that way now either, so I'll just stay right here and let her look. God, this is turning me on! I can't wait to see what Rob is going to do to me.
Jo-Jo moved over in front of Andrea and stared at her with flames of carnal desire flickering in her bright blue eyes. If she hadn't let Edith seduce her into the delights of lesbian love, she would have been able to watch what Rob did to his wife, maybe play with her pussy a little, and wait her turn. Now, she wanted to take Andrea in her arms and kiss her and suck her tits and lick her pussy until she went wild with ecstasy. Well, if she couldn't do that, she could play with her pussy. She spread her legs and slipped her finger into her slit and jerked as the tip touched her clit.
Rob stood in front of Andrea, took her right tit in his hands and pointed the erect nipple at his mouth, then exhaled cool air across it.
Andrea's nerve endings sent confusing signals to her brain, and she muttered, "Why is your breath so cold?"
"Ice," he mumbled around the ice cube in his mouth.
He continued to caress her tit and blow cool air over it. Each time he exhaled, it seemed colder, and her nipple tightened almost painfully from the chill. He held the ice cube between his teeth and pressed it lightly to the tip of her nipple, slowly circling the taut bud of tumid flesh, then moving to her large areola.
At first, it seemed more wet than cold. As the cube melted, droplets of icy water ran from her nipple and along the underside of her large tit.
"It's cold," she murmured, shivering visibly, "so cold."
Like melting snow, beads of water trickled from her tit and landed on her thigh and coursed down her leg in a faint line that quickly dried. In her mind, she pictured the ice as it slid over the smooth surface of her tit. Goose bumps prickled her arms and thighs and she shivered continually as the small block of ice slowly diminished in size, melting against her warm flesh. She thought of it as meticulous, exquisite torture. Where the ice and water touched her, her skin was so cold-and her pussy was so hot. She uttered a low, rasping moan, an exotic, primeval sound.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Rob's fingers went into Andrea's pussy, two of them pressed together, sliding deeply into her heated nether mouth, into the slick depths excited to wet readiness by his provocative treatment. She rocked her hips back and forth, fucking herself slowly on his finger until he withdrew them and put them in her mouth.
Avidly, she sucked her love oil from them, relishing the taste of her own pussy. Any other time, she might have resisted sucking his fingers after they had been in her pussy. Now, the incitement of hanging from a bar while he teased her tits with an ice cube beat down her inhibitions.
Rob motioned to Jo-Jo and parted his lips to show her an ice cube, a big, square one, braced between his teeth like a frozen grin, and knew instantly what he wanted. She went to him and took the ice cube as she kissed him, then turned and knelt between Andrea's open legs.
The lips of Andrea's sex blossomed wide open, and Jo-Jo rubbed the ice cube up and down her gap. Andrea gasped as a sudden spasm of pleasure tightened her pussy and the silky core of her body contracted and drew her clit tight.
What was happening to her? Her cunt had taken his fingers so effortlessly, and now it was drawing tight, like a virgin's. Then she felt what she thought was Rob's tongue thrusting deep into her, preceded by a glacial lump, and knew she was in for another, more intimate, round of ice torture. The coldness in her molten cunt felt so bizarre, a little shocking, more than a little bewildering, certainly electrifying.
Jo-Jo knew Andrea thought it was Rob's tongue pushing the ice cube into her torrid sex channel, and the subterfuge gave her an added thrill.
Andrea wished she could see her husband's face. She knew he was grinning like an idiot as he tortured her. She tightened her cunt muscles and tried to evict the frigid intruder, but his tongue held it inside her and rivulets of cold water oozed from her pussy and trickled along her inner thighs as the heat of her cunt melted the ice.
Jo-Jo withdrew her tongue and let Andrea expel what was left of the ice cube. She swallowed it and licked Andrea's clit slowly. Rob kissed the back of Jo-Jo's neck to show his gratitude, and she licked Andrea's clit faster.
Andrea breathed raucously through her mouth, so aroused she trembled all over. She remembered her promise to hold onto the bar and tightened her grip to keep her shaking hands from slipping loose. Her heart pounded and she felt giddy as she wiggled her ass urgently and popped her cork.
Rob put his hand behind Jo-Jo's head to keep her from moving, pushed the blindfold off Andrea's head and kissed her lips lightly.
Andrea stared at her husband in confusion. She knew something was wrong, but couldn't immediately figure out what it was. He had just kissed her, but that persistent tongue was still licking her clit. How could he do both at once? She looked down between her heaving tits, across her flat belly-at Jo-Jo's head between her legs! Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak. Instead of words, a squeal popped out as she came again.
Rob waited for her to come down, kissed her again and grinned mischievously. "Want to fuck?"
Jo-Jo dragged her tongue up the front of Andrea's body as she stood. She cupped Andrea's tits and kissed her, then said, "Say yes, darling, I want to watch him fuck you."
"Oh, God," Andrea said, "you two are so outlandish, I have to love it. Yes, darling, I want to fuck! More than anything else, I want your powerful cock stretching my cunt to the limit!"
"Then you must do one more thing," Rob said. He picked up the glass and shook it, then fished out a large square cube and a smaller, oblong cube.
Andrea knew instantly what he intended. "Oh, no," she gasped.
"For the count of ten." He smiled imperiously and gave the large cube to Jo-Jo. "We put them in, and you keep them there, until the count of ten."
"Oh, Rob," Andrea whispered, her meaning as ambiguous to her as to him.
Jo-Jo knelt and kissed the large cube into her pussy and Rob went behind her and stuck the small one in her asshole. The one in her pussy felt more or less normal now. The one going up her ass felt so foreign, so radical, as he pushed it deeper and deeper up her ass with one finger.
The cold in her ass overshadowed the chill in her pussy, felt positively uncanny, seemed to extend into her stomach. She screamed softly as his finger pushed the ice further into her ass. Her anal walls contracted rigorously, already beginning to melt the ice, and it threatened to slide out, giving her a momentary feeling of panic. If she didn't hold it long enough, he wouldn't fuck her!
Jo-Jo rocked back onto her haunches in front of Andrea, staring at her crotch. Rob stood behind Andrea and reached around and cupped her tits, and she tensed every muscle in her body as he started counting. She felt slivers of ice dropping slowly along the taut channels of her ass and pussy and cool droplets of water seeped from her openings and ran down the inside of her thighs.
She shivered, but not from the cold. She moaned, but not in pain. She was beyond those reactions. Her ingenious husband and devious girlfriend had taken her to an extreme state, pushed her to the edge of her desires, and thrown her over the precipice. She didn't fall, she flew, like a great big bird with stupendous wings.
She strained to keep the ice inside her. The sound of Rob's voice slowly infiltrated her groggy mind as he counted, "Twenty-five, twenty-six...." She relaxed the muscles in her pussy and ass and shrunken bits of ice slid from her body in a blessed deliverance. Gratefully, she released the bar and crumpled to the floor.
Rob came down on top of her, his hard cock poking between her thighs, searching for her entrance. She felt the blood streaming through her and circulation returned all through her body like a wild drug, prickling her nerves.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and guided his cock into her pussy, and looked over his shoulder at Jo-Jo as his prick slid into her. Jo-Jo grinned as she spread her legs and peeled her cunt lips apart and showed the pink interior to Andrea, then put the tip of her finger on her clit and wiggled her hand furiously.
Andrea knew exactly how Jo-Jo's long, meaty cunt lips were going to look clinging to Rob's hefty cock. "Fuck me, darling," she cried, "fuck me good! Do whatever you wish with me! I'm yours, darling, all yours! Fuck my pussy, my ass, my mouth, anything, darling, anything! Do whatever you want. Just make me cum, and I'll do anything you want! I don't care what, just as long as I get to cum! Oh, God, darling, I love to fuck!"
His stalwart tool felt so vibrant and heavy and long and hard as it thrust aggressively into her slick opening. His mouth burned wonderful kisses over her face, on her lips, along her throat, as their bodies bucked and heaved intemperately in the primordial jitterbug of carnal gratification.
Briefly, through her cloud of ecstasy, she remembered how wonderful Jo-Jo's tongue felt on her clit, and wondered if Rob was going to insist that she lick Jo-Jo's pussy. Did he make her taste her pussy as a prelude to tasting Jo-Jo's pussy? Was that what this whole thing was really all about? Had she suddenly become willingly complaisant to his every demand? In a flash of startling revelation, she knew she was going to lick Jo-Jo's pussy until she screamed for mercy, whether Rob asked her or not.
She looked to the side and saw Jo-Jo on her knees with her cunt pushed out, manipulating her clit frantically and cumming tumultuously.
Andrea's orgasm reared back in her loins, collected all of her fervor and came on with compelling intensity, roaring through her body like a volcanic eruption. Her insides virtually exploded as her climax slashed ruthlessly through her like nothing she had ever known.
Jo-Jo rolled forward on her knees and latched onto one of Andrea's tits with her mouth, and sucked robustly as she kneaded Andrea's other tit.
"Oh, fuck," Andrea squealed, "I'm going crazy!"
Rob was vibrant and demanding on top of her, his lusty prick surging dynamically into her tunnel of love, then his cock swelled and fired powerful spurts of jism deep into her spastic chasm. The memory of the ice torture, of Jo-Jo licking her clit, her husband's aggressive thrusting, the overall uniqueness of the situation, sustained her peak for so long she began to ache, as though engulfed by a tenacious storm that wouldn't end.
But, as with all good things, Andrea's orgasm came to an end, gradually, the way the taste of a particularly delectable food lingers in the mouth long after it's eaten. Rob kissed her lovingly and dismounted and stretched out by her.
Jo-Jo rolled Rob onto his side facing Andrea and snuggled up to his back. Andrea chuckled and rolled onto her side and snuggled up him in front.
"God, what an experience," Andrea said. "I can still feel the coldness from that damn ice in my ass." The memory made her shiver and snuggle closer to her husband. "I came so hard, I nearly lost my mind."
"I'm working on it," Rob teased. "I've heard that a girl who's a little crazy fucks better than a sane one, and you fuck superbly."
"Which means that I must be a little crazy," Andrea giggled.
Jo-Jo peeked over Rob's shoulder and grinned. "Watching you was a real turn-on."
"You imp," Andrea said, "I didn't know that you eat pussy."
Jo-Jo chuckled and licked her lips. "Surprised you, didn't I?" She reached over Rob's hip and gripped his limp cock and squeezed it gently. "Your pussy tastes pretty damn good, by the way. How did you feel when you realized that it was me licking you?"
Andrea looked at Jo-Jo's hand working on Rob's cock. "A little weird at first, then I realized how good it felt." She put her hand over Jo-Jo's and helped her coax life back into Rob's dick. "When you come right down to it, I guess a tongue doesn't have a gender. If my scheming husband hadn't taken the blindfold off, I wouldn't have known the difference."
"I took the blindfold off so you could see who was licking you," Rob said.
"Why," Andrea said, "so I would be shocked?"
"No, because you wanted her to lick your clit, and I wanted you to know that it was happening."
Andrea tightened her hand around Jo-Jo's and yanked his cock. "There you go again, telling me what I want."
"How often am I wrong? Did you mean what you said about doing anything I ask?"
Andrea paused a moment, as if thinking, but actually collecting her thoughts. She knew what was coming, knew she couldn't sidestep it, and more important, knew that she didn't want to. Her husband had beat her at her own game, their lives had suddenly become so much more intriguing, and she was overjoyed.
"I guess I did say that, didn't I?"
"Yes, very loud, two or three times, two or three different ways."
Andrea faked a sigh or resignation. "Well, if I said it, I'll live with it."
"You're taking it pretty calmly."
"No," Andrea said, "inside, I'm as weak as a new-born kitten."
"From?"
"Excitement, nerves, anticipation, a little anxiety."
"Well, you can take a little time to collect yourself while Jo-Jo gets her turn. If I don't do something with her, she's going to pull my cock out by the roots."
"We're both pulling on your cock," Jo-Jo laughed. "What are you going to do to me?"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Rob whispered in Andrea's ear, then got up and sat on the end of the couch, within reach of the mysterious oblong box. "Jo-Jo, come here," he said softly.
Andrea got up and went to the kitchen, and Jo-Jo got up and went to Rob. He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her lips and belly, nuzzled her tits, then licked and sucked her nipples.
Andrea came back with a glass of ice water and a can of whipped cream. She set them on the floor by the end of the couch, then sat in her husband's chair and watched him play with Jo-Jo.
Rob laid Jo-Jo down with her head on the thickly padded arm of the couch. She looked at Andrea and licked her lips and touched her pussy. Andrea caught on immediately and opened her legs, let Jo-Jo look at her pussy a moment, then put her finger on her clit and started rubbing it around slowly.
Rob took Jo-Jo's hand away from her pussy and tossed it on the couch at her side, and she looked at him with wide eyes. Her late husband never played domination games with her, much to her vexation. She had a slight submissive quirk that she couldn't tell anyone about. One old boyfriend found out about it two days before her marriage when she gave him a farewell fuck, and, until Edith picked up on it, no one else had exploited that facet of her character. Until now. She didn't know how Rob picked up on it, but she did know that she was utterly under his spell and he could use her as he wished, right there in front of his wife. She couldn't imagine being in a more arousing situation. Her pussy didn't leak, it gushed.
"Put your arms over your head," Rob said softly.
She obeyed without hesitation, and he bound her wrists lightly with a silk scarf, then tied the black cloth over her eyes. Altogether pleased and terribly excited by his unexpected action, love juice flowed from her cunt like a river and her body tingled all over with anticipation.
"Can you see anything?"
"No," she replied meekly.
"Are you scared?"
"A little," she admitted.
"I won't hurt you, or do anything you don't want," he assured her.
She let out a small whimper as he pushed her legs apart and touched her pussy.
"You're soaked," he said.
"I know," she whispered, "my pussy is gushing like a fire hydrant."
She heard a vibrator buzzing next to her ear and flinched, then shivered when he trailed the smooth tip of the humming toy along her neck, over her stiff nipples, around her tits, down her body, and teased her cunt with the tip, bringing forth more pussy juice.
The vibrator Rob was using was called a Jack Rabbit. It had a burrowing, twisting head that found and teased the G spot, rabbit 'ears' to drive the clit wild, and vibrating, popping 'pearls' on the inside that expanded the shaft, and a multi-speed remote. He ordered it from a catalog when the idea of a threesome with another girl started taking shape in his mind. At the time, he didn't know Jo-Jo would be the other girl, but getting his wife's best friend just made the pleasure that much sweeter.
"Oh, Rob, darling," Jo-Jo moaned, "are you going to eat my pussy now?"
"Don't get ahead of me," he replied, "the fun has barely begun."
"God, I don't know what else you can do to me! I'm already so fucking hot I can barely stand it."
Tied and blindfolded, she felt utterly vulnerable and at his mercy. And more turned-on than she had ever been. She could free her hands with little effort and remove the blindfold any time she wished, but that wasn't the point. Psychologically, she was his love prisoner, and she loved the feeling!
Rob turned the vibrator off and laid it down, took a drink of ice water, then kissed Jo-Jo's right nipple and sucked it into his mouth. The sensation of his icy mouth against her warm tit sent shivers of sweet delight through her body. As the temperature in his mouth returned to normal, the sudden cold was replaced by the wonderful feeling of his slowly warming mouth caressing her swollen tit. He took another drink of ice water and sucked her left nipple.
"God, that's thrilling, darling," she whispered.
He abandoned her tits, then a second later, his cold mouth covered her throbbing clit.
"Oh, wow," she squealed with joyful shock and hunched her cunt at his mouth. She felt him get off the couch and whimpered with frustration. "Don't stop, baby," she pleaded, "I was about to cum."
"I told you not to get ahead of me." He pulled her to a sitting position and said, "Open your mouth."
"No," she replied defiantly through clenched teeth, playing the game all the way.
"Yes, open your mouth!"
"No, I'm scared," she said. She wasn't, she merely wanted to see what he would do.
"I told you, I won't hurt you," he said.
Andrea was nearly beside herself with excitement. She had already cum twice, and was well on her way to another climax. "Don't put up with her insubordination, darling," she hissed, "make her open her fucking mouth!"
Rob chuckled and gently pried Jo-Jo's teeth apart, then shot whipped cream into her mouth. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Jo-Jo couldn't talk with her mouth full of whipped cream, so she shook her head. Suddenly, he plunged his cock deep into her mouth, causing her to swallow the whipped cream, and she gurgled with elation and sucked his hefty rod with undeniable zeal.
"Yeah, that's right, baby," Andrea said, "fuck her sassy mouth. Ram your cock down her throat and make her eat it. Oh, fuck, baby, I'm going to cum again!"
Rob let Jo-Jo nurse on his prong a few minutes before he pulled out and teased her lips and tongue with the head, then pressed his balls against her lips and she licked and sucked them hungrily, one at a time.
"Hmmm, your cock tastes good with whipped cream all over it," she giggled.
He sprayed more whipped cream all over her bountiful tits and slowly lapped it up, making sure her tumescent nipples got plenty of attention. Then he filled the deep valley between her tits with heaps of whipped cream, laid his cock in the whipped cream, pressed the big mounds together, and fucked her tits.
"God, darling, you're really turning me on," she whispered.
She didn't think it possible, but her pussy got wetter and wetter. She wanted to fuck him so badly! Her pussy ached for the feel of his stout prick.
"Yeah, baby," Andrea said, "fuck her big tits. She loves everything you're doing to her. Oh, fuck, here I go again."
Rob released Jo-Jo's tits, pulled her head forward and guided her mouth to his cock. "Lick," he said sternly.
Jo-Jo smacked and slurped noisily as she cleaned the sweet, sticky cream from his cock and balls again. She clung to his cock and whimpered, "Oh, darling, please, fuck me. You're driving me wild, darling, and I've got to cum!"
Andrea had cum so much, her clit was numb, and she didn't know how much she could take before she also went wild.
Instead of fucking Jo-Jo, Rob picked up the peculiar vibrator and turned it on and teased her slit.
Andrea wanted to ask about the unusual vibrator, but knew she'd better not interrupt. When Rob gestured to her, she leaped out of the chair on spring-loaded legs and rushed around the coffee table to the couch. He held the tip of the vibrator against Jo-Jo's pussy as he stood and had Andrea take it.
Andrea looked at Rob and beamed with exhilaration, then looked at Jo-Jo's pussy and beamed even brighter as she eased the tool into the brunette's tight little hole.
"Oh, fuck," Jo-Jo whispered.
Andrea buried the vibrator in Jo-Jo's pussy, the ear hit her clit, and she gasped out loud. Andrea turned the control up and the pearls started popping and the head burrowed and twisted against Jo-Jo's G spot, and she let out a wailing whimper.
"God, whatever you're doing to me, don't stop," Jo-Jo whimpered. "I've never felt anything so marvelous."
Andrea turned the control to high, and Jo-Jo went off with an explosive gush of breath and a loud wail. Andrea waited until her orgasm began to ebb, then pulled the vibrator back, turned it over and stuck the ear against her asshole. Jo-Jo bucked, then Andrea leaned over and licked her clit. Every muscle in Jo-Jo's body tightened and she nearly levitated off the couch, then exploded again.
Rob pulled the vibrator out of Jo-Jo's pussy and squirted whipped cream all over it, then pushed Andrea's head forward gently. "Lick," he said quietly.
Jo-Jo quickly figured out what was going on, yanked the blindfold off and lifted her head. She grinned at Rob and let her knees fall to the sides, opening her crotch wide, and patted Andrea on the head. "There it is, darling," she said softly, "help yourself." She dug in her heels and hunched her cunt at Andrea's mouth.
Andrea plunged her tongue deep into Jo-Jo's slippery cunt flesh, and her heart pounded fiercely as the exotic essence covered her lips and tongue.
"That's the way, baby," Jo-Jo hissed, "suck my cunt good and I'll cum hard for you."
Immersing herself in the licentious act of sucking pussy, Andrea probed Jo-Jo's quivering hole with her tongue, then captured her clit between her lips and applied frantic suction. Jo-Jo jerked and bucked wildly, contracting her cunt muscles and gasping with ecstasy.
Immensely pleased by Jo-Jo's wild response, Andrea held tightly to her writhing ass and flogged her clit furiously. She thought she was doing a pretty good job for her maiden excursion into the world of lesbian sex, and wanted Jo-Jo to cum so hard, she screamed for mercy.
"I'm ready to cum, baby," Jo-Jo whispered.
"Stick your finger in my cunt, finger-fuck me and lick my clit!" Her lusty bellows of completion rattled the windows. "Oh, yes, baby, that's the way," she wailed. "Oh, fuck, that's the way! Keeping sucking, baby, I want to cum again."
Jo-Jo's succulent flesh and provocative love dew on her tongue electrified Andrea, and lust overpowered her. She wrapped her arms around Jo-Jo's thighs and pressed them to her head and vibrated her tongue lickety-split.
"Oh, you beautiful clit licker," Jo-Jo wailed, "you really know how to lick clit! Keep it up, baby, make me cum again!" She grabbed Andrea's head and screamed at the top of her lungs as she blasted into space.
As suddenly as it came over her, Andrea's urgent hunger dissolved, and she lifted her head and licked her lips. "I did that pretty well, didn't I? For my first time, I mean."
"I sure couldn't tell it was your first time," Jo-Jo said.
Andrea looked at her husband and grinned. "You didn't think I would do it, did you?"
"I knew you would," he replied. "You've been wanting to get your tongue in her pussy ever since she sucked you off."
"Smart ass," Andrea mumbled, then giggled happily.
Rob untied Jo-Jo's hands and picked her up, and she put her arms around his neck and gave him a big wet smooch.
"You're so good to us, darling," she said softly. "I've never been happier in my life."
"Andrea, sit up and spread your legs, then scoot down so your pussy is right at the edge of the couch." He put Jo-Jo on her knees in front of his wife and picked up the vibrator. "Jo-Jo, lean over and spread your cheeks."
Submissively, Jo-Jo laid her head on Andrea's stomach and reached back and spread her buttocks. Rob plunged two fingers into her saturated pussy, and she nearly climbed into Andrea's lap.
"Oh, fuck, baby," she cried, "I'm ready to make it again! Finger-fuck me hard and make me cum. Oh, God, baby, I'm so fucking hot, I'm crazy!"
Her desperate plea fell on deaf ears. He was going to drive her to the brink of madness before he stopped. He withdrew his fingers and smeared the slick oil from her pussy around her asshole, dipping his fingers in her pussy again and again, until he had the tight little thing thoroughly coated, then picked up the vibrator, turned it on, and easily inserted it into her ass.
"Oh, darling," she whimpered, "can I cum now? If you don't let me cum now, I'll lose my mind!"
"Are you sure? Maybe you aren't quite crazy enough yet."
"Yes, I am, baby, I'm totally fucking crazy!"
He gently fucked her ass with the vibrator and reached between her legs and diddled her clit. Finding the fiery stud was about as challenging as finding an eighteen-wheeler parked in his driveway. She bucked and moaned with bliss, and he didn't tease her this time, fucking her ass and flicking his fingertip across her clit until she screamed and climaxed.
At the peak of her orgasm, he withdrew the vibrator and eased his big, hard dick into her asshole. With a couple of powerful thrusts, he was in to the hilt and fucking her ass aggressively.
Andrea caressed Jo-Jo's cheek and said softly, "Where's his cock?"
"In my ass," Jo-Jo mumbled.
"Fuck her ass like you fuck her cunt, darling," Andrea said, her voice laced with lust. "I want to watch you cum with your big cock up her ass!"
Rob lurched forward, slamming his belly into Jo-Jo's firm buttocks and ramming his shaft deeply into her delicate asshole.
"Watch now," Jo-Jo squealed.
Instinctively, Jo-Jo's lively sphincter contracted and sucked at Rob's prick. He screwed his hips around, grinding his crotch against her ass, stuffing her back door full of hard, demanding cock. Her mouth hung open as she writhed in the pleasure-pain of his carnal invasion and incoherent moans and groans of total sexual fulfillment poured from her throat.
When Jo-Jo's orgasm slacked off, Rob stopped with his prick locked deep in the hot tunnel of her ass. She was a soft mass of lustful female flesh, and his cock twitched and pulsed inside her, anxious for its release in the clenching, fiery recesses of her cunt. But he remained motionless, soaking in the delicious torment of postponement.
Jo-Jo's eyelids fluttered open, she lifted her head and looked at Andrea, and the misty, faraway look in her eyes was mute testimony to the satisfaction Rob's cock gave her. She lifted her head a little higher, silently asking Andrea to kiss her.
Andrea leaned down and put her mouth on Jo-Jo's and their tongues performed an erotic snake dance with each other, going from one mouth to the other.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jo-Jo contracted her tight sphincter around Rob's rigid prick, sending a sharp spike of pleasure through the length of his lance. His hips twitched and bucked forward, sliding his throbbing prick further into the depths of her ass, then pulled back and slammed into her, and she took the impact of his lunge with a grunt of pleasure. He continued to ream her ass expertly, and she felt the stirring of another orgasm.
"Fuck me, darling," she wailed, "I'm going to cum again!"
"Give it to her, darling," Andrea hissed. "Fuck her ass so hard, her teeth rattle!"
Rob shafted Jo-Jo's ass furiously, burying his cock to the hilt again and again, serving her the full portion of his hot rod, allowing her asshole to devour him. His long prick was a lust-filled, skewering ram, probing her tightly clinging channel, invading her with lascivious eagerness, packing her full, and her dynamic ass squeezed him, milked him, clutched at his fiery bludgeon as her own passion built anew.
Jo-Jo's body quaked and quivered from the force of his thrusts, her hard nipples scrubbing across Andrea's belly, standing full and proud, signifying the intense pleasure her girlfriend's husband was giving her, moaning continually under the unrelenting assault of his powerful cock.
Andrea put her hands on Jo-Jo's shoulders and said, "Rock back and forth, baby, help him fuck your ass."
The hot young brunette's frolicsome ass squeezed and sucked wildly on the full length of his prick, sending a series of sizzling sensations spreading over his body. His balls burned like they were filled with molten lava. He bucked faster and harder, and she willingly accepted him, complemented the increased tempo by matching her movements to his. The cheeks of her ass quivered as he fucked in and out of her, and a strong hurricane of lust and desire raged within both of them.
"Oh, yes, baby, oh, yes, oh, yes," she chanted. "It's so good, so fucking good, I'm cumming, darling, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
She clamped her sphincter on his prick so tight, he could barely move, but he gathered his strength and powered through the constriction, driving her farther into her orgasm and bringing on his own searing climax.
"Oh, yes, baby," Jo-Jo cried with ecstasy, "cum in my ass! Let me feel your cum shooting into my guts!"
Rob moaned, grabbed her hips and drove into her even harder, fucking her ass as hard as he could. Sweat dripped from every pore of his body as he rammed into her, pulled back, then rammed her again, and roared with gusto as he flooded her ass with the fiery load from his balls in a seemingly endless eruption.
Jo-Jo matched him stride for stride as they soared beyond the heights of euphoria, bucking and humping and twisting and screaming almost out of control, until her orgasm waned and his cock deflated and slipped out of her ass.
"Thank you, darling," Jo-Jo said with heartfelt gratitude. "I don't think I've ever been so turned on."
Rob leaned over and kissed Jo-Jo on the back of the neck, then patted her on the ass and backed away and sat down.
Jo-Jo took a deep breath, shivered with happiness and kissed Andrea's pussy. "Now, darling, I'm going to lick your pussy until your knees are so weak, you can't walk. Lean back and relax and let me have my way with you."
Andrea was too turned on to care who did what to her, as long as she got off on something besides her finger. "Silly, I can't relax when my pussy is licked," she laughed.
Jo-Jo rubbed her nose through the abundant blonde moss covering the bulging mound at the base of Andrea's belly, then kissed her slit. "You're so beautiful, darling, so provocative," she whispered, her voice husky with emotion, "and I love to lick your pussy and make you cum. Will you cum real hard for me?"
"Count on it, darling," Andrea said softly. "I always cum hard when my clit is licked."
Jo-Jo looked at the moisture glistening in the silken curls around Andrea's gash and smiled. "And you don't care who licks it," she said with a soft chuckle.
Jo-Jo gently caressed the inside of Andrea's creamy thighs and licked her clit lightly.
Andrea sucked in her breath and uttered a pleased moan. "I like the way you lick me," she whispered.
Jo-Jo's soft hands circled lightly over the silky flesh on the inside of Andrea's thighs and she feasted her eyes on the charming mound and the titillating pink cleft running through the mossy knoll, then pressed her mouth to Andrea's nether mouth.
The lascivious touch of another girl's mouth on her pussy thrilled Andrea beyond words. She didn't care that Rob and Jo-Jo had totally debauched her. Letting them lead her down the primrose path seemed so natural. She moaned deep in her throat, a guttural sound of pure delight, and her pelvis lurched up, framing Jo-Jo's face in the swirls of her blonde pubic bush. She thought her girlfriend looked so beautiful with her head down there between her legs, kissing her pussy.
Jo-Jo extended her tongue and eagerly laved Andrea's crotch, into the hollows where her thighs met her body, through the forest of blonde moss, around the outside of her cunt, between the shapely cheeks of her ass, down to her asshole, then up and down the salmon colored slit of her sopping pussy, washing her twat methodically, igniting new fires of desire in the horny blonde.
Andrea looked at her husband with humid, amorous eyes. "Her tongue feels so fucking good, darling. Thank you for debauching me."
"I just made it possible for you to get what you wanted, sweetheart," he replied.
With delicate fingers, Jo-Jo spread the puffy lips of Andrea's cunt and tauntingly ran the tip of her tongue around the bud of her clit, working the sensitive pleasure button into a center of throbbing lust, then her tongue once again sliced through the liquefied gash and speared avidly into the nectar-laden tunnel of love.
Rob licked her pussy so well, but not as creatively as Jo-Jo. Whimpering with extreme passion, her hips lurching with each determined thrust of Jo-Jo's tongue, Andrea held onto Jo-Jo's head with both hands and buried the horny brunette's face in her cunt, sandwiching Jo-Jo's tongue with her thick, blood-gorged lips.
Jo-Jo lapped Andrea's pussy lovingly, and each captivating swirl of her tongue brought satisfying sighs and groans of gratification from her. Edith had taught her well, and she worked Andrea's pussy masterfully, her tongue swiping in and out of the pulsing lips of plump, excited flesh, laving the slick well of Andrea's cunt, sucking and swallowing noisily and enthusiastically drinking the abundant flow of sex juice.
The wet, smacking sounds from between Andrea's legs filled the air, increasing her passion, and she suddenly caught her breath and her ass started bouncing disorderly. "I'm cumming, baby," she yelped, "lick my clit!"
Jo-Jo licked Andrea's clit tumultuously, and her body convulsed spastically as the turbulent rush of her potent orgasm overcame her. All goose flesh and warm honey, she trembled and jerked violently and screamed her appreciation, her orgasm going on and on. Her mind was too foggy with lust to know for sure, but she thought she just might be as crazy as Rob wanted. If she wasn't, she would be if Jo-Jo kept licking her.
Jo-Jo worried Andrea's clit the way a puppy worries an old shoe until she peaked, slid her tongue down to the well of her cunt long enough to let her climax slack off, then returned to her clit and brought her off again.
During one of her brief periods of respite, Andrea looked at her husband and smiled and blew him a kiss, then another orgasm seized her, her entire crotch became as sensitive as her clit, and she came hard no matter where Jo-Jo touched her. Hoarse from screaming, her body as limp as an old dish rag, she pushed feebly at Jo-Jo's head, trying to make her stop licking. She hadn't believe it when Jo-Jo said she was going to lick her pussy until her knees were weak. She should have. Not only were her knees weak, all of her muscles felt like warm pudding.
At long last, when Andrea was numb from the exquisite torment, Jo-Jo withdrew her tongue from the hot, flowing channel of her cunt and gave it one last kiss, then wrapped her arms around Andrea's waist and rested her head between her big tits.
"I'd better clean up so I don't dribble all over the place," Jo-Jo murmured. She pushed herself up and kissed Andrea's tits, then stood and stretched like a contented cat.
"I hope my knees will work," Andrea giggled as she stood and took Jo-Jo's hand. "I'll help you wash, darling."
"You just want to touch her pussy," Rob laughed.
"That wasn't hard to figure out, darling." Andrea held out her hand to her husband. "Come on, we'll wash your cock, then you can take us to bed and fuck Jo-Jo's pussy."
Andrea sat against a stack of pillows at the head of the bed and pulled Jo-Jo over her, and they lay tit to tit and kissed tenderly.
Rob knelt at their feet and twisted Jo-Jo's legs to turn her over, and she lay with her head between Andrea's tits and spread her legs so he could see her pussy. The coral buds of Andrea's turgid nipples stood proudly atop her sumptuous, sleek tits, and Jo-Jo's tongue snaked out and licked one of her stiff nipples.
"Sucking tit really turns me on," Jo-Jo said softly, "and your nipples are so long and thick."
Rob caressed the top of Jo-Jo's thighs and trailed his fingers through her luxuriant brown bush. "Tits aren't all you like to suck," he teased. "From the way my darling wife came, you must have done a good job on her clit too."
"I love the way she cums," Jo-Jo murmured. She swung one leg over his shoulder and curled her mound up, then twisted her head and tried to get her mouth on one of Andrea's tits.
Andrea turned and put her nipple in Jo-Jo's mouth and held her tit with one hand as she suckled tenderly. The erotic situation fascinated her, and she smiled dreamily and caressed the brunette's belly and watched Rob play with her curly bush and finger-fuck her. A week ago, if somebody had suggested that she would enjoy holding a naked woman in her arms while her husband played with her pussy, she would have called them crazy.
"I thought I knew you well, darling," Andrea said. "Just how long have you been sucking tit?"
Jo-Jo pushed Andrea's nipple out of her mouth with her tongue and said, "A few days. I had dinner with Edith the other night, and she turned me on to girls."
"Aha," Andrea chuckled, "I just might have to get better acquainted with my husband's secretary. I thought there was something suspicious about her."
"Oh, she isn't a lesbian, darling," Jo-Jo said, "she likes cock as much as we do."
"You know my policy," Rob said.
"Darling, just because you won't fuck her doesn't mean that Jo-Jo and I can't," Andrea said sweetly.
"I've created a monster," Rob said, faking a groan of despair.
"No, you just opened the door of her cage, darling," Andrea laughed, "and she walked right through it." She pulled Jo-Jo's nipple way out and twisted it gently. "Is my husband making your pussy feel good, baby?"
"Uh huh," Jo-Jo murmured, "but it would feel so much better if he put his cock in it."
"Of course, darling," Andrea crooned. "Rob, darling, I'll hold her and you fuck her. Put your big cock in her pretty cunt and ream it the way you do mine."
Jo-Jo set her heels in the mattress and lifted her ass and waved her pussy at Rob. "Oh, yes, darling," she cried. "I've wanted your cock for so long, and I can't get enough of it!"
"Long is how you're going to get it," Andrea giggled.
Rob got on his knees between Jo-Jo's outstretched legs, his love lance sticking out from his loins lewdly and his eyes locked with his wife's. Andrea's blood raced hotly in her veins and her eyes blazed with arousal as she watched her husband put his cock in another girl's cunt.
"Fuck me, baby," Jo-Jo whimpered, "the way you fuck your wife!"
"Oh, darling," Andrea exclaimed, "watching you fuck another girl is so fucking exciting!"
Jo-Jo quivered with anticipation and put her hands behind Rob's ass. She looked up and watched him kiss his wife as she pulled him forward and felt his glorious prick slide into her magic box without assistance. Then he kissed her and Andrea fondled her tits, and she groaned out loud.
Caressing Jo-Jo's firm, satiny tits thrilled Andrea. Her own tits were just as firm and just as velvety, but touching them wasn't the same as touching another girl's. At last she understood what Rob meant when he said he could get himself off easily enough, but it felt so much better when she played with his cock.
"Your husband's cock feels absolutely wonderful in my pussy, darling," Jo-Jo mumbled. "It's so long and so thick and strong."
"I know, darling," Andrea said. "Watching him fuck your tender little cunt with his big cock is so exciting! I want you to cum really well."
Rob fucked Jo-Jo hard, going straight and true and deep, and her tits jiggled in Andrea's hands from the force of his thrusts. Jo-Jo pulled his head down and their mouths locked together and she gurgled into his mouth and humped her ass up and down to meet his marvelous thrusts, then twisted it in circles, reaming her cunt with his stout rod.
Andrea slid her hand between their heaving bodies, spread her second and third fingers and felt of Jo-Jo's pussy and Rob's prick at the same time. The downy softness of the brunette's pubic hair lay in her palm, wet by the juice Rob was forcing from her stretched hole as he thrust into it. She slid her middle finger into Jo-Jo's seam and rubbed her clit rapidly and moaned as her own passion intensified.
"Oh, Rob, darling, you fuck so well," Jo-Jo moaned. "Your big cock feels heavenly." She took a deep breath and expelled it with a loud hiss. "I'm going to cum, darling," she wailed, "fuck me hard!"
"Cum, darling," Andrea crooned, "cum real hard for us. "I love to watch you get off on my husband's big cock."
Rob's knob banged into the bottom of Jo-Jo's love tunnel. She threw her legs around his waist and locked her ankles, and her ass rose and fell in counter rhythm to his lunges, fucking him as energetically as he was fucking her.
"Oh, Andrea, darling, it's here," Jo-Jo gasped, bucking and heaving wildly. "Fuck me, Rob, faster, harder, go real deep! Oh, yes, darling, that's the way!"
Andrea cradled Jo-Jo's head tightly to her tits and ogled the bawdy couple-her husband and another girl-as they fucked and rubbed Jo-Jo's clit and helped her cum real hard. God, it was so fucking provocative!
Her pussy was wetter and hotter than it had ever been, and she wanted Rob's cock stuck up her belly so badly, she could almost feel it. "Don't cum in her, darling," she whispered, "save it for me. I'm already crazy, and if you don't fuck me, I'll go even crazier." She stared at him with fiery lust in her eyes and climaxed all by herself, without even touching her pussy.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Saturday morning, Rob gave Andrea a stack of swinger's magazines and told her to pick out a couple for them to swap with.
She picked up one of the magazines and thumbed through it. "We've never talked about swinging, with another couple, I mean. I guess a threesome with Jo-Jo is swinging, but I know her and that makes all the difference in the world. How did you know I'd be willing to do it with people I've never met?"
"Because that's what you want," he replied.
"Yes, it is. Do you know me that well?"
"Most of the time, about sex anyway."
"Just you and me?"
"If Jo-Jo's willing, you can include her," he replied.
"Darling, she'd do most anything you ask if you let her ride your cock. She's got a terrible crush on you."
"Does that bother you?"
"If it was some other girl, it would," Andrea said, "but I trust her. I think I love her, and I'm pretty sure that she loves me. Neat little triangle, huh, two girls who love each other and both of us love you?"
"Actually, it's quite flattering, as long as it doesn't cause any complications for you and me.
"Well, it won't cause any trouble for me, darling," she chuckled, "but I don't know about you. She and I can make it with each other without having to worry about getting a hardon. Last night after you went to sleep, we talked about it, and decided that she'll spend at least three nights a week with us."
"Well, at least I can get some sleep four nights a week."
She laughed out loud. "That's what you think, darling. You still have to take care of me. But it isn't as bad as it sounds. Edith fucked her with a strap-on dildo, so she's going to buy one this morning. That ought to take some of the load off you."
"Got it all figured, haven't you?"
"Most of it," she agreed.
"Where is Jo-Jo, by the way?"
"She went home to get some fresh clothes. She'll be back in about an hour, and we'll go through the magazines and see what we can find. It might be faster to just find a couple here in town. This says you have to write and send photos through the publisher, and who knows how long that will take? A couple weeks, at least, probably."
"Oh, so suddenly you're eager," he laughed. "Do you know any swingers?"
"No, but Jo-Jo might."
"A couple of the magazines list addresses for direct contact, and I think one of them lists phone numbers. Why don't you start with them? I'm going to take your car to get the oil changed. Be back in a little while."
Andrea went through the magazines and discarded all but the ones with addresses and phone numbers, then browsed through them while she waited for Jo-Jo.
Jo-Jo arrived a few minutes later and showed Andrea the dildo she purchased.
"It looks fine to me," Andrea said, "but you're the one with experience. If you think it's okay, that's good enough for me."
"Well, I wouldn't exactly say that one time, with one girl, makes me experienced," Jo-Jo laughed.
"More experience than I've got. We'll wash it and lube it later. First, let's look at these."
"What are they?"
"Swinger magazines," Andrea replied. "Rob wants us to pick out a couple to swap with."
"You said us, so that means you and him and me," Jo-Jo said, her voice full of hope.
"Of course, darling, we wouldn't leave you out of something that promises to be so much fun. Have you ever done it in a group? Not that five is a big group, but it's two more than a threesome."
"No, but I've always wanted to," Jo-Jo replied. "Edith says she goes to orgies quite often, and has loads of fun."
"Edith sounds more interesting all the time. Don't tell Rob, but I think we're going to make him break his rule of not fucking girls he works with."
Andrea got coffee, and they sat on the couch together, going through the magazine with phones numbers, discussing each ad and making notes.
"I think we ought to look for people who live right here in town," Andrea said.
"You're as eager as I am," Jo-Jo chuckled.
"Yeah, Rob teased me about being so eager. How about this one?"
Jo-Jo looked at the picture and shook her head. "She's flat-chested and her ribs show, not Rob's type at all."
"Or ours," Andrea said. "At least the photos are in color so we can tell more about them. How about this one?"
"Huh uh, her tits look funny, and he looks like a creep. Besides, his cock isn't very big. I can have more fun on your finger." She pointed to another photo. "That couple doesn't look bad. She's probably about Edith's age, and she's held up just as well as Edith. He looks younger, maybe late twenties, and his cock looks okay."
"Rob has spoiled you," Andrea laughed. She turned down the corner of the page. "We'd better find somebody soon, there aren't many ads left." She turned the page, didn't see any local phone numbers, and turned the next page.
"Oh, how about them," Jo-Jo said, "Tonya and Byron?"
"Yeah, she's a doll. I love the color of her skin, sort of mocha, or maybe cinnamon, but he's so black."
"She's more like cafe-au-lait," Jo-Jo said. "Have you ever had a black guy?"
"No, have you?"
"Yeah, once, as black as Byron, and his cock was huge, as big as Byron's. He set up a mirror so I could see his big licorice stick in my mouth and pussy, and the stark contrast in color was a real turn-on. His cock stayed hard all night and he fucked me so many times, I was sore for two days."
"Well, they're a good possibility. The ad says that she's bi and he's straight. Which is just as well. I think Rob might get a kick out of fucking her. She shaves her pussy and her slit shows clearly. Look at how pink it is. I thought it would be darker."
"I think it's rather pretty," Jo-Jo said. "Is Rob hung up on bushes?"
"Nah, he just likes good pussy."
"Like you and me," Jo-Jo laughed.
"Her tits sag a little," Andrea said.
"Darling, tits that big have to sag. She must wear at least a double-D bra. They look pretty sexy on her."
"Yeah, they do," Andrea agreed. "Have you noticed that we're talking more about her than him?"
"Nothing wrong with that, darling. With a cock as big as his, he doesn't have to be very good. He can stick it in us and let us do the rest. Why don't we call them and see when we can get together?"
When Rob came back, Andrea showed him the ad and said, "We called them, and they're coming over tonight about six. We'll have dinner early, and they said they would, too."
"It's a small world after all," Rob said.
"Oh, don't tell me that you know him."
"Byron Ewing, the head of our shipping department," Rob said. "I don't know him very well, but he seems like an all around nice guy. I don't know Tonya, of course, but that's my loss."
"Why didn't I see them at the Christmas party? I know I would have remembered both of them."
"He came on board the first of the year."
"This isn't going to violate your rule, is it?"
"He doesn't work for me, sweetheart. Even if he did, I might have to reconsider."
"Tonya really turns you on, huh?"
"Tonya really turns me on," he replied. "You and Jo-Jo have excellent taste."
"The ad says she's bi."
"Why am I not surprised? Well, if they're coming at six, I'd better take my shower and get out of the way so you and Jo-Jo can bathe."
"Andrea and I will bathe together," Jo-Jo said.
"No hanky-panky," Rob said, "or you'll be late. After I take my shower, I'll order some take-out so we won't have to mess with cooking and cleaning up."
Andrea gave Jo-Jo a big wink. "That will give us time for a quickie."
"You two are incorrigible," Rob said over his shoulder as he left the room.
"Yeah," Jo-Jo laughed, "and ain't it fun."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Andrea greeted Tonya and Byron at the door with a kiss for each of them. "Hello," she said, "I'm Andrea. Please, come in."
Rob and Jo-Jo were waiting in the living room, and Andrea introduced them. "This is my husband Rob, and our friend Jo-Jo. Rob, Jo-Jo, meet Tonya and Byron."
Tonya kissed Rob and Jo-Jo, and Rob and Byron shook hands.
"Hello, Rob," Byron said. "I didn't know you were Andrea's husband."
Jo-Jo put her hand on his powerful bicep and squeezed it gently. "Would it have made a difference?"
"No," Byron replied, "I just didn't expect to meet somebody I already knew. This makes it easier."
"Maybe for you," Andrea said, "this is our first time, and we're all a little nervous."
Jo-Jo took Byron's hand and sat on the couch with him and immediately put her hand on the inside of his thigh, halfway between his knee and his crotch.
"Oh, there's no need to be nervous, honey," Tonya said. "We all know why we're here."
"That's what makes us nervous," Andrea laughed. "You said on the phone that you like martinis, so I fixed a big pitcher, as cold as an Antarctica winter and as dry as a Saharan summer."
"Sounds perfect," Tonya said. She turned and looked directly at Rob. He looked fit and virile, and if Andrea had told her the truth about his cock, she knew she was going to enjoy him. "You don't mind if I sit on your lap, do you?"
"My wife is very direct," Byron said with a deep chuckle.
"I don't mind at all," Rob said. "What better way to get acquainted? Is my chair okay?"
"Anything, as long as you make a lap," Tonya laughed. She pulled her skirt up and plunked her bare ass on his lap, sitting at an angle with her knees toward the couch.
Andrea served the drinks and sat on the other side of Byron and put her hand on the inside of his other thigh. Tonya wasn't wearing panties, and she could see her pretty little pink slit. "Tonya, how did you and Byron get into swinging?"
"Almost by accident," Tonya said. "I met Byron a little over two years ago, and we were married about three months later. When we met, I was a little over eighteen, and what I knew about sex you could write on the head of a pin with a chisel, a big chisel! For the first six months, I wondered what the hullabaloo was all about. Byron's a good lover, and he was very patient with me, but there weren't even any bells and whistles, let alone fireworks."
She took Rob's hand and put it on her tit and squeezed it, to show him what she wanted him to do. "Then one night, he was in me from behind, and I had a dynamite orgasm. There were sirens and explosions and fireworks all over the bedroom, and from then on, he could just breathe on my clit and I'd cum." She glanced at Jo-Jo's hand searching for Byron's cock. "Honey, it'll be a lot quicker and less trouble if you just unzip his pants and reach inside."
Jo-Jo unzipped Byron's pants and reached inside and said, "Oooooo."
"After that night," Tonya continued, "my lust took off like wildfire and I just couldn't get enough. I'd get so horny when Byron was at work, that I was tempted to cheat, but I knew it would hurt him, and I respect him too much to hurt him." She pulled the top of her dress down so Rob could fondle her bare tit. "We talked about it, and Byron loved the idea of swinging. The first couple times, we invited one or two guys, but Byron wasn't getting nearly as much out of it as I was, so we advertised in the magazine and started meeting couples. I think it was the third couple we did it with that I got turned on to girls. Now, we swing with just guys or bi girls, and with couples only if the girls go both ways."
Andrea stared openly as Tonya's hairless pink slit and her clit tingled with anticipation. "When I looked at your picture in the magazine, your pussy fascinated me. I've never seen a black girl's pussy, but I thought it would be darker inside."
"Yeah, I've been with other black girls whose pussies were dark way inside," Tonya said. She gave her glass to Rob and put her legs outside his, opening her crotch wide. "Would you like to look at mine up close?"
"I think the party has started," Jo-Jo giggled, pulling her hand out of Byron's pants. "Don't go away, honey, I want to look, too."
Andrea and Jo-Jo pulled Tonya's dress over her head, and she leaned back against Rob. Andrea pushed Rob's legs apart and she and Jo-Jo knelt in front Tonya. Her puffy cunt lips and swollen tits said she was ready for some hot fun. Andrea kissed Tonya on the mouth and they swapped spit and tongues fervently, then she moved aside and played with one of Tonya's tits while she and Jo-Jo kissed.
Tonya broke the kiss and laughed softly. "You two are sexy things, aren't you?"
"We sure try," Andrea giggled.
Andrea and Jo-Jo each hefted one of Tonya's tits and ran their thumbs over her nipples, teasing them into full erection.
"Your tits are gorgeous," Jo-Jo said softly.
Tonya beamed brightly, obviously quite pleased, arched her chest and pushed her tits against their hands. "I like the way you play with my tits," she said quietly.
"We like to play with them," Andrea said.
Jo-Jo dropped Tonya's tit and put her hands in the black girl's crotch. "Your pussy, too," she giggled.
"Good," Tonya said, "I get a little crazy when somebody plays with my pussy."
"Rob says that girls fuck better when they're a little crazy," Andrea said.
"Yeah, Byron says the same thing," Tonya snickered, "and I like to stay a little crazy all the time, because I really, really like to fuck."
Andrea's hands joined Jo-Jo's, and together they played with Tonya's pussy, caressing the fleshy lips, pulling them apart and tickling her slit, cooing over all the pretty pink flesh on the inside, teasing her clit with the tips of their tongue, and taking turns sticking a couple of fingers up her cunthole and finger-fucking her gently.
"Ooooooo," Tonya whined. "Are you going to make me cum?"
"No," Andrea said, "we'll leave that to Rob. We just like to tease your pretty pussy."
Byron did what any bright guy would do while he watched Andrea and Jo-Jo tease his wife, he undressed and idly stroked his cock, getting it ready. He didn't know which one he would fuck first, and didn't care, he was going to give both of them all the black dick they could handle.
"Let's see what Byron's up to," Andrea said.
Andrea and Jo-Jo stood, kissed Tonya, then Rob, and turned to Byron.
"Looks like he's up to at least eleven inches," Jo-Jo quipped.
Andrea leaned over and wrapped her fist around Byron's giant beef stick and jerked it gently. Another man's cock in her hand felt peculiar. She liked it. He reached up and fondled her tits, and she really liked that.
Tonya stood and turned around and glued her lips to Rob's as she unbuttoned his shirt. He caressed her cheeks lightly, then cupped her dangling tits and squeezed them gently and stuck his tongue in her mouth, adding fuel to the sexual fire in her loins. She unzipped his pants and extracted his cock and pulled him to his feet, and held onto his cock as he unfastened his pants and let them drop.
"Byron never wears shorts when we go to a party," Tonya said. "I think that's so sexy."
"I didn't wear them tonight because I didn't want them in the way," Rob said. He stepped out of his pants and grinned. "Do you always go without panties and bra?"
"I haven't worn a bra since I met Byron," Tonya said. "He doesn't like them," she replied. "I didn't wear panties tonight so I would be ready for you. If you feel my pussy, you'll see just how ready I am."
Rob caressed her hairless mound, then stuck his finger in her pussy and whistled softly. "If I leave it in there very long, the damn thing will melt," he chuckled.
Tonya held his wrist to keep his finger in her pussy and turned so she could see her husband. "Don't you think they look sexy?"
Rob looked at Byron's tongue laving Andrea's tit. "Watching him do that to my wife is weird."
"You'll get used to it," Tonya said.
Rob lowered his head and licked Tonya's tit and wiggled his finger in her pussy, and suddenly everything fell into place and seemed so right.
Jo-Jo lifted Andrea's tit and put the nipple in Byron's mouth and put her hand on his cock above Andrea's and helped her jerked his thick black stalk.
Rob nuzzled Tonya's neck and nipped her ear lobe and stuck his tongue in her ear. She chuckled softly and squeezed his cock.
Byron put his hand under Jo-Jo's tit and pulled her toward him and licked her nipple. Andrea and Jo-Jo giggled and took turns sticking their nipples in his mouth as they pulled on his dick.
"If his dick gets any bigger, it won't go in us," Andrea said.
"Speak for yourself, darling," Jo-Jo replied. "I might have to use a shoehorn, but I'm going to get it in me if it's the last thing I do."
"Maybe I'd better suck it now," Andrea said, "before it gets any bigger."
"I think it's about as big as it's going to get," Jo-Jo said. "Open wide and say aaahhh."
Andrea pushed Byron's legs apart and knelt between them and licked the head of his cock. He sucked Jo-Jo's tit and rubbed his finger against her asshole, and suddenly she was hanging right on the edge of a climax. He pressed the tip of his finger into her rectum, and she popped her cork. Her orgasm came so quick and so intense that it took her by surprise.
"Oh, baby," Byron said happily, "you're as hot as a firecracker."
"Look at my husband's big hard cock," Tonya said, pulling Rob's pud. "Do you know what your wife is going to do?"
"Yes," he murmured.
"Have you ever watched her suck cock?"
"I've never watched her do anything with another man."
"Good," Tonya purred as she moved Rob closer to his wife, "the first time you watch your wife with another guy is a very special, very exciting moment."
Andrea licked the inside of Byron's thighs as she reached up and tickled his heavy balls.
"I'll bet his balls are real tight and hard," Tonya said. "They get that way when a girl plays with them. And look at his cock, how hard it is, how it throbs. He can't wait for Andrea to take it in her mouth." She squeezed his cock hard. "Andrea, I'm holding your husband's cock."
Andrea wrapped her hand around Rob's cock and said, "Like that?"
"Just like that," Tonya replied.
"What if I slide my fingers right to the end?"
"I'll do the same to your husband's cock," Tonya said.
"How about if I squeeze your husband's big balls?"
"Then I'll squeeze your husband's big balls," Tonya said.
Andrea rubbed the sensitive flesh between Byron's balls and his anus, then tested his asshole with the tip of her finger. "His ass is very tight," she said.
"So is Rob's, but I think my finger will fit." Tonya rubbed his tight hole, then slipped the tip of her finger inside. He jerked, then settled back against her finger. "Yeah, it feels good, doesn't it?"
"Byron likes it, too," Andrea said as her finger invaded his ass, "look how hard it makes his cock. It twitches and moves all by itself."
Rob felt Tonya's finger slide deeper into his ass. "Andrea, I'm fucking your husband's ass with my finger, and he's trembling all over and his cock is so hard again.
From the look on Byron's face, Andrea knew it was difficult for him not to cum. Well, cumming was the name of the game tonight. She fucked his ass with her finger and flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock, licking up the pearly drops of sweet pre-cum. "Ummm, your cock tastes good, Byron," she murmured. She pursed her lips and sucked the end of his cock into her mouth.
"Look, Rob," Tonya said, her finger still deep inside his ass, "your wife has got my husband's cock in her mouth. Put your hand on her head, help her suck him off."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Rob reached out and put his hand on the back of his wife's head. "Press down," Tonya said. He pressed Andrea's head, and she sucked Byron's cock deeper into her mouth. "Let up," Tonya said, and Rob relaxed his hand, allowing Andrea's mouth to slide back up Byron's cock. "Again," Tonya said, and Rob pressed Andrea's head.
Jo-Jo quivered with excitement as she watched Rob press Andrea's mouth up and down on Byron's cock. She had never seen anything so erotic.
Byron held himself as tightly as he could, trying to keep from cumming too fast, but it was impossible, and he filled Andrea's mouth with cum.
Andrea gobbled and slurped noisily until she emptied his cock, then straightened up and kissed him on the mouth. Taking Rob totally by surprise, she stood and kissed him on the mouth, then picked up her martini and drained it. "Ah, that hits the spot," she said smacking her lips, alluding to Byron's cum and the drink.
"You're a real scamp," Tonya cackled, "a girl after my own heart."
Andrea took Byron's hand in her hand and shook it and snickered. "Guess I really did a job on that thing."
"You give good head," Tonya said. "The size of Byron's cock scares some girls.
"Rob helped me," Andrea laughed, intending the double meaning.
Tonya put her arms around Rob's neck and pushed her body tightly against his, and he put both hands on her lush ass and pulled her crotch to his.
"I like the way my tits feel against your bare skin," Tonya said softly.
Rob glanced at his wife. The sight of her naked body in another man's arms and his tongue in her pussy excited him. Tonya mashed her luxurious tits into his chest and pushed her mound against his cock, and the stirring contact made him forget about Andrea for the moment.
Andrea watched Tonya and Rob a while, then looked at Byron and said, "They make an attractive couple, but I think your wife would make any couple attractive. She's so lovely, and her aura is so strong."
"She's a very sensuous woman," Byron replied. "In fact, lusty is a better description."
"Speaking of lust," Jo-Jo said, "I've got enough for two girls right now." She knelt in front of Byron and picked up his limp cock and licked it. "Bet I can coax it back up in no time," she said.
"Well, there's nothing wrong with his tongue," Andrea said, "so I might as well use it while you get him ready to fuck us."
She stepped up on the couch and straddle Byron and stuck her pussy in his face, and he did what any pussy-loving guy would do. He put his around her hips and cupped her ass and sucked her lips, then put the tip of his tongue on her clit and vibrated it lickety-split.
Tonya stepped back from Rob, and even that slight movement made her tits jiggle. She saw where he was looking and chuckled. "They do bounce around a lot when I move." She held his cheeks and kissed his lips tenderly. "Do you like my tits and my ass?"
"Everything about you is wonderful," he whispered.
"Just wait until you get to my pussy, honey. It's very tight and gets so juicy you won't believe it. Especially when you put your tongue in it. You do like to lick juicy things, don't you?"
"The juicier the better," he chuckled. Deeply aroused, anxious to feel his pulsating hardness probing her hot slit, Tonya put one arm around Rob's neck and held his prick in her other hand as she kissed him, and her fuming passion burst into flames. She sank to her knees and cradled his cock in both hands and fondled his hot flesh with her palms as the head slipped between her lush lips. Her hot, wet mouth thrilled him as she slithered her tongue over the knob and along the shaft, sucked gently, then with a stinging pressure as she tickled the inside of his thighs and played with his balls.
He picked her up and sat on the end of the couch with her on his lap, his prick lying along the crack of her ass.
She grinned and squirmed. "I'm all yours, honey," she said softly. "Do whatever you want, as long as you don't hurt me, and make me cum a lot."
"I think I can handle that to your satisfaction," he assured her with a big grin. He hefted her left tit in his hand and kissed the nipple. "You're gorgeous, Tonya, so hot and eager and sexy, just the way I like."
He pushed gently on her knee, and she put her right foot on the floor and spread her legs, watching intently as his hand went between her legs and caressed the inside of her thighs, then touched her seat of pleasure.
"Your skin is so soft and smooth," he said softly, "like fine silk."
He fondled every inch of the soft, elegant flesh in her crotch and caressed the puffy lips of her pussy with the tip of his middle finger. His feathery touch made her nerves tingle, and her lips opened slowly, like the petals of a delicate flower. His fingertip grazed her clit and she shivered.
Andrea held onto Byron's head and undulated her hips and rode his face. "Your tongue feels so good in my pussy," she murmured. She wiggled her ass faster and gasped, "I'm going to cum!" She grabbed his ears and bucked against his mouth and came with a loud squeal. The burst of passion passed as suddenly as it began, and she murmured, "Ummmmmm, that was a delightful appetizer." She looked down at Jo-Jo, and the sight of Byron's big black cock in her delicate white mouth kicked her passion a little higher. "How are you doing down there, darling?"
Jo-Jo lifted her head and kissed the tip of Byron's cock. "He's ready to ride. I've had a black one as big as this, so why don't you take it first?"
"What are you going to do?"
"Oh, watch you ride this thing," Jo-Jo said, "wander around, maybe sit on somebody's face, maybe play with somebody's balls. I'll be just fine until you finish with him and I can ride him. Sit down, and I'll help you take it the first time."
Andrea held onto Byron's shoulders and sank to her knees and Jo-Jo gripped his shaft and rubbed his cockhead through Andrea's slit.
"Put it in me, darling," Andrea whispered, "I'm ready."
"Is your pussy wet enough?"
"Oh, darling, it's like a swamp," Andrea giggled.
She sat down slowly, cooing happily as Byron's long, thick lance penetrated her. The way her husband's cock filled her thrilled her. Byron's hefty tool enchanted her. It didn't just fill her, it stretched her wide open and touched bottom.
Tonya slid off Rob's lap and lay with her shoulders on the arm of the couch, her heart hammering with elation and tremors of passion reverberating through her body as she flexed her knees and spread her legs, opening her nude cunt for him.
Rob knelt between Tonya's thighs, eager to mount her, and she held his prick in one hand and groaned with delight as she rubbed her feverish clit with his bloated knob, then stuck barely an inch of it in her juicy hole. Her first penetration by a new guy always thrilled her, and she held onto his cock a couple moments to keep him from moving, then loosened her grip.
Fiercely stimulated, he lunged forward and shoved his lance home with one hard thrust, and the force of his attack rocked her body. He groaned out loud when his hairy crotch banged into her plump mound. She bucked at him and lifted her legs and locked her ankles behind his back.
"Now, honey," she breathed, "give me your best shot."
He fucked her greedy cunt with an easy rhythm, and she moaned happily as his probing prick sparked welcome tension in the full length of her drenched sheath, giving her torrid pussy to him exuberantly, experiencing shattering bliss as he plundered it. He thrust faster, battering her sopping snatch with unrelenting strokes and she bucked and twisted under him and raked his back with her pointed nails, venting her flagrant exhilaration.
Andrea pulled Byron's head between her firm tits and twisted and humped on his prick. The uniqueness of fucking another guy right next to where her husband was fucking another girl kicked her passion into high gear, then Jo-Jo stuck a finger up her ass, and she went into overdrive and came, riding Byron hard, jerking and bouncing and twisting wildly as her wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure inundated her. She fucked herself into immobility, then rested with her arms around his neck and his face between her tits.
Tonya shuddered and screamed as her orgasm burst over her in a breathtaking wave. She rode the crest of the joyous rampage until it ebbed in soft ripples, then let her legs drop and pushed on Rob's hips. "Get off, honey," she said quietly.
Rob's cock pulled out of her spongy cunt with a loud slurp as he backed away. Tonya sat up and licked her oil from his cock, then put her hand behind his head and tugged him forward as she lay back.
"Lick my pussy, honey," she whispered, "slow and easy. Make me cum with your tongue, then fuck me again."
Rob stretched out on his belly and cradled her thighs against his head and licked her entire crotch, then stuck his tongue in her gash and tickled her clit. The piercing stab of his tongue drew a loud hiss from her as the fierce thrill stung her clit.
Jo-Jo reached between Rob's legs and fondled his balls and cock, then went to the end of the couch and stood over Tonya, fondling her tits and licking her nipples.
Tonya twined her fingers in Rob's hair and swung her hips furiously, and her climax came on suddenly. She writhed and quivered with frenzied passion, surrendering to her ecstasy, crying out again and again as he held fast to her thighs and licked her clit avidly.
Andrea left Byron hanging right on the edge of a climax. He grasped her hips and thrust into her a few times, then his cock erupted. His scalding spunk spewing into her cunt got her off again, and she held onto his head, bucking furiously on his cock and cumming gloriously. They fucked each other out and she stayed on his lap, holding his prick in her rippling sheath.
"Fantastic," she whispered.
He pushed her back and took a deep breath. "I thought you were going to smother me with those big tits," he chuckled.
"I was so turned on I didn't know what I was doing," she giggled. "You really had me going."
"Did you know that you squirt when you cum?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
"Yeah, once in a while, when I get really turned on. The four of us fucking like this on the same couch is wild."
Tonya's orgasm waned slightly and she pulled Rob up by the hair, then grabbed his cock and stuck it in her soggy hole. "Fuck me hard this time," she hissed.
He buried his cock to the hilt in one fell swoop and fucked her furiously.
"Yes, darling, that's the way," she wailed. "Fuck me hard! Fill my cunt with your cream, then I'll suck you off. I like to have cum in both ends."
Andrea sighed as she watched her husband fuck Byron's wife. "They look so erotic," she said softly. She wiggled her ass and kissed Byron. "God, baby, your cock is still so hard."
"Jo-Jo's waiting her turn," Byron said, "and I can't disappoint her."
"She can have it in a minute," Andrea said. She slid off his lap, looked at his drenched prick and licked her lips, then her tongue made a slow journey through the curls around the base of his shaft, over his balls, and along his cock. "Okay, she can have it now."
Tonya was on her knees, gnawing Rob's bone, and Andrea patted her on the ass, then sat on the floor and watched her.
Rob looked at his wife and grinned as he patted Tonya on the head. "Baby, if you want me to fuck you again, you'd better not chew the damn thing off."
Tonya snuffled and promptly drained his balls with nearly enough suction to pull the head off his cock, and he stared at Andrea as his cum gushed into Tonya's mouth.
Jo-Jo wrapped her fist around Byron's cock and pulled it gently. "This thing is so huge," she said. "You simply aren't big enough to have such a huge cock."
"Maybe the damn thing stunted my growth," he chuckled. He stood and took her in his arms, and she tilted her head up and parted her lush lips for his kiss.
Andrea pulled Rob up and sat down by him and wrapped her fist around his cock and stroked it idly. Tonya sat on the other side of him and played with his balls as she and Andrea watched Jo-Jo and Byron with hot-blooded interest.
Byron pushed a leg between Jo-Jo's thighs and gave her a long, tongue-searching kiss and kneaded the firm cheeks of her shapely ass. She stood on tiptoe and put her arm around his neck and sucked on his tongue and slid her wet gash up and down his thigh. Much to her surprise, and Byron's, she climaxed abruptly, so explosively it made her knees weak, and she clung to his neck and hung in his arms, little more than a limp rag, grinding her cunt mound against his leg.
"She's got a hair trigger," Tonya chuckled.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Byron looked at the couch and saw there wasn't room for them, put Jo-Jo on the floor and knelt between her splayed legs with his big black dick sticking out over her belly.
"Tonya, your husband's cock looks like an outlandishly long, thick licorice stick," Andrea said. "When I sat down on it, I thought it was going to come out my mouth. Jo-Jo is in for a real treat."
"You like outlandish things that make you cum," Rob quipped dryly.
"I'm not the only one," Andrea replied. "You seem to be enjoying yourself."
"Most fun I've had this week," Rob laughed.
Andrea grabbed his hand and stuck it between her legs. "Or any week since I've known you," she giggled.
Rob extended his fuck finger and laid it along her slit and rubbed it slowly up and down.
"Hmmm, that looks interesting," Tonya said quietly. She took Rob's other hand and put it between her legs.
"God," Andrea exclaimed softly, "this is so fucking exhilarating!"
Byron murmured with pleasure as he cupped Jo-Jo's firm tits and gently, lovingly, kneaded the large, resilient mounds. She lifted her head and looked at her tits. His dark hands on her white skin looked so erotic, excited her tremendously, and her nipples popped out, so hard they hurt. She clung to the fence post he called a cock and shivered visibly as one of the stiff buds disappeared between his full lips.
Jo-Jo rolled her head to the side and looked at Rob and Andrea and Tonya. Both girls sat with their legs wide apart, holding a handful of cock, and Rob had a finger in each pussy, playing busily.
"My nipples are so sensitive, Byron," she whispered. "You can make me cum just by sucking on them."
"Honey, you're going to cum a lot before I get through with you," he chuckled.
"My nipples are connected directly to my clit, too," Andrea said.
"So are mine," Tonya laughed. "Suck one, and the other one tingles."
Jo-Jo felt her heavy tits swell and her nipples got harder, so hard she they were going to burst wide open! She stroked his rigid dick faster as her emotions soared, stimulated beyond words, anxious to feel the ebony stick of bologna stuffing her, stretching her tight little pussy to the limit.
Byron tenderly parted the folds of flesh at the top of Jo-Jo's slit with one finger and slid it slowly up and down, making it juicier and hotter, then slipped it into her superheated hole, and her voluptuous body undulated from the top of her head to the tips of her toes as her pleasure and passion built. He finger-fucked her rapidly a few moments, then took her ankles in his hands and set her feet on the floor close to her buttocks. She dug her spike heels into the plush carpet and let her knees fall apart, opening herself wide for him.
He spread the lips of her pretty pussy and speared her sopping hole and tongue-fucked her rapidly. Right on the verge of cumming again, she wiggled her ass and thrust her mound up, trying to get his mouth fully on her snatch. He chuckled and pushed her back down and dragged his tongue up the length of her slit and ran it through the thick, soft curls of her pubic hair.
Rob's prick swelled and throbbed urgently, and he dug his fingers into the girl's cunt.
Andrea felt the hot-blooded throbbing and looked at him and ran the tip of her tongue daintily around her partly open mouth in a gesture so seductive it made him gasp.
"I'll suck you off if you really need it, darling, but if you can wait, I'd like to watch for a while."
"Okay," Rob muttered.
"Get my clit," Tonya whispered, "I've got to cum!"
Rob slid his finger up and agitated Tonya's big clit, and she tightened her grip around the head of his cock and yanked so hard, he thought his wife wouldn't have to worry about sucking him off.
Byron pressed his fingertips firmly around Jo-Jo's love button and made it pop all the way out of its hood, and licked it lovingly.
Jo-Jo shivered hard and moaned, "For God's sake Byron! Suck my cunt! I'm about to cum!"
"Be patient, dear," he murmured. "I'll make you feel better than you've ever felt."
"Oh, fuck," Tonya yelped, "I am cumming!"
Byron licked Jo-Jo's entire cunt, starting below her hole, and dragging his broad tongue all the way up past her quivering clit, and rampant lust pulsed through her veins, swelling her tits and clit even harder and setting her mind on fire, and she thought she would go crazy. Instead, she climaxed, without warning, so hard her throat clenched and she couldn't even scream.
Tonya kissed Rob on the cheek and said, "Thank you, honey. You're a handy guy to have around."
Andrea's hand moved faster up and down the shaft of Rob's cock, and together, she and Tonya smeared his pre-cum all over his prick as they stroked him.
"Now that I've got your motor running full speed," Byron chuckled, "let's fuck."
"Oh, yes," Jo-Jo wailed, "shove that black monster up my cunt and fuck my brains out!" She wrapped both hands around his stiff shaft and jerked the head down toward her sizzling gash, but she was writhing so disorderly, she couldn't get the big ebony knob into her. After a brief struggle and a couple of false starts, she managed to get the thick wedge into her superheated hole.
Byron grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs over his shoulders and drove his ebony one eyed monster all the way into her scalding snatch in one impulsive movement, stuffing her full, stretching her to the limit. She yelped, then moaned with pleasure as he pounded away at her spasming, sucking cunt, slamming into her with enough force to scoot her across the carpet and make her tits bounce and shimmy all over her chest.
She locked her ankles behind his neck and lost all sense of time and place, became one big cunt, every nerve in her body sending licentious signals to her brain. Every deep thrust of his huge prick brought on another climax, and she couldn't stop cumming.
Tonya twisted her hand on the head of Rob's cock and glanced at Andrea. "Don't you just love to watch a girl cum?"
Andrea smiled dreamily. "It's just about the most exciting thing I've ever seen. She really gets off."
"Speaking of cumming," Rob said, "if you two don't stop what you're doing, you're going to have a handful of cum."
"You don't have to save it, darling," Andrea said. "Let it happen if you want to, Tonya and I will get you hard again."
"I can hold out a little longer," Rob grunted. "I'll tell you when."
"We'll know when, honey," Tonya chuckled sexily, "and I think when is right now."
Rob felt Tonya's feverish, wet lips enclosing the head of his rigid dick and looked at his wife. "Jesus, this is great," he muttered.
Tonya dug her fingers into his thighs and fucked her lush-lipped mouth frantically, and he caught his breath and shuddered hard as his wife stroked his shaft faster and pushed down on Tonya's head, making her swallow more of his cock. His hips lurched up, and Tonya clung to his spurting boner with her mouth, sucking furiously as he fed her a load of hot sperm.
Jo-Jo's face was distorted with passion and her swollen tits heaved as she bounced and writhed on Byron's massive ebony monster.
"Damn," Rob muttered, "she's taking his big cock as easily as she takes mine."
"Pussies are wonderfully elastic, honey," Tonya said. "He fucks me all the time, and I can still hold your finger real tight."
"Your cock isn't much smaller," Andrea said, fondling his limp member. "You certainly don't have to hang your head in shame."
After what seemed like hours, and so many mind-boggling orgasms she lost track of the number, Jo-Jo felt Byron's prick swell and erupt. She clamped her cunt around his spasming organ and tried to fuck back at him, but he lunged into her and pinned her to the floor so hard, she could only wiggle her hips and shake her ass. His cock throbbed again and again, and she could actually feel the gelatinous gobs of hot jism spritzing against the mouth of her womb as he poked her slick love hole for all he was worth.
"I'll be right back," Andrea said.
Tonya crawled to her husband and pulled him away from Jo-Jo and licked his cock lovingly, then sucked his cum out of Jo-Jo's cunt.
"If you make me cum again, I'll die," Jo-Jo giggled.
Andrea came back, wearing her new strap-on dildo and said, "You can't die yet, darling, the sun won't be up for hours."
"The game just got more interesting," Byron said.
"It gets pretty outlandish when my wife is around," Rob chuckled.
Andrea stroked her dick and giggled. "In some in kinky way, it looks right on me," she mused. "Get on your hands and knees, Tonya, and we'll give the guys a little show while we wait for their cocks to get hard again."
"You'd better not leave me out," Jo-Jo said.
"Yeah, we want in, too," Byron said.
"Okay, hang on while I mount Tonya," Andrea said, "then we'll get ourselves sorted out." She knelt behind Tonya and split her pussy open with the blunt end of the dildo and drove it home. She held onto Tonya's hips and looked at her husband with sparkling eyes as she fucked Tonya. "Oh, this is so outlandish," she said, her voice laden with lust. "I love it."
"Watching you fuck another girl is nearly as exciting as watching you lick pussy," Rob said.
"This is so terrific," Andrea giggled, "I just might fuck everybody."
"Damned if you'll fuck Rob and me," Byron laughed.
"Don't be too sure of that," Tonya said. Andrea patted Tonya on the ass and said, "Good girl. Whose cock do you want to suck?"
"Doesn't matter," Tonya replied.
"Byron, lie down in front of your wife and give her your cock to suck," Andrea said. "Jo-Jo, you sit on Tonya's face and let her lick your pussy, and Rob, you stand in front of Jo-Jo and she'll suck your cock."
"That sounds just outlandish enough to work," Byron said.
They took their places, and Andrea looked at her husband and winked. "I like these parlor games, darling. We'll have to play them again."
"Somehow, sweetheart," he said, "I suspect that we'll play them quite often. Nothing else will satisfy your outlandishly horny nature."
