"I'd like to, but I better be getting back home. I hope Marilyn won't want anything tonight, 'cause she's not going to get it if she does."
Carol got up and sat next to him, "She can't be that bad of a lay. She has a good body."
Jim looked at her and smiled. "I bet you'd like to see more of it, eh?"
"Why not? I wouldn't mind fooling around with her-we're fairly good friends. Hand me my drink, will you?"
Jim laughed and got his own drink. "She'd really flip then."
"Have you talked her into going to that party yet?" Carol asked.
"She'll never go. I told you, she thinks that once you're married you have to stay in one bed all the time."
"Do you want me to try talking her into it?"
"You mean you're going to seduce her and show her what sex is all about, right?"
"You don't mind?"
"No. Maybe that's what she really wants."
"I doubt it," Carol said. "I know she's no lesbian."
"How do you know? Have you tried it before?" Jim asked.
CHAPTER ONE
Marilyn Carter stared out the window of the modest two-story house she and Jim had moved into only three weeks ago. It was a beautiful autumn evening, and the trees that lined the street were just beginning to change color; they reflected the setting sun, casting the street in an eerie twilight. She thought of their marriage, and wondered if that wasn't in twilight too.
As she turned from the window, Marilyn could hear her husband whistling upstairs as he got ready to go play cards with his friends. A nice way to spend Friday evening, she thought. But, that was the way she had spent the last dozen Friday evenings. She couldn't understand how Jim could lose interest in her so fast. They had been married only fifteen months, and already he had asked her if she was ready to start swinging with some of his friends.
She became mad just thinking of it as she heard her husband coming down the stairs.
"See you later, hon," he called as he went out the front door.
Not even as much as a kiss anymore, Marilyn thought. He used to yell if I ever forgot to kiss him goodnight when we were dating. She sighed and thought about the first time he took her out. It was almost a blind date, except that both of them were in the same class together at college once. Then a friend of hers who knew Jim too suggested that they get together. They did, and they went to a campus nightclub that neither of them had been to before. They didn't know what to expect, but they were shocked when the first act was a stripper who peeled everything off.
Marilyn leaned back on the couch and began rubbing her breast as she thought of that first night. Jim was such a gentleman that he asked her if she wanted to leave the nightclub as soon as the act was over. At first she wanted to say yes, but he had asked her just as the girl on stage was lifting her leg so the audience could get a good look at her pussy. When Marilyn saw that the girl was shaved between her legs, she became fascinated. Her cunt looked so much fuller and sexier that way, and as she watched the girl walk off the stage with her hips swinging sensuously, she began to feel the first lust she had ever experienced for another woman. Her own cunt was starting to ache with desire, and it was impossible for her to say she wanted to leave now.
Instead, she took Jim's hand in her own. "Let's wait for the next act." She smiled at him and rubbed her leg against his under the table. He smiled back and ran his other hand up and down her leg. She was beginning to slouch down in her chair so that he could reach the crotch of her hot pants under the table when the music started again.
Reluctantly, Marilyn looked toward the stage while Jim still let his hand caress her smooth thighs. What she saw made her sit upright in her chair. There were two girls on stage now, and they were both nude! If they were naked at the beginning of the act, she could imagine what the act would be like. She didn't have to imagine long, though. The taller girl had long blonde hair that hung around her shoulders and partially hid two large, pointed breasts. The nipples seemed to point directly at Marilyn as the blonde cupped her hands under those breasts and tilted her head back. Then she ran her tongue sensuously over her lips, and spread her legs.
When she was in this position, the shorter, dark-haired girl on stage came up from behind and, grabbing the blonde by her long, beautiful hair, pulled her head back even further and kissed her open mouth. Her hand came around the blonde's waist and she slid her middle finger into the other girl's slit, being careful not to cover too much of the thick, blonde pubic hair. They stood like that for several seconds with the blonde's hips jerking forward and back in response to the masturbating finger, then the other girl pulled the blond's hair down hard, and it looked to Marilyn like she would fall.
She didn't though. Instead, she demonstrated some good muscle control and caught herself with her hands, so that she was now in a back-arch position with her legs spread wide open toward the audience. Marilyn looked at the pink flesh between the girl's legs, and her hand inadvertently slipped down to her own cunt. Jim was still stroking her thigh, but he couldn't reach her cunt under the table, so she began rubbing it herself.
The dark-haired girl, meanwhile, had knelt down and straddled the other girl's face. Marilyn was fascinated as she watched the blonde girl's tongue lick out and disappear into the dark bush between the other girl's legs. At the same time, the dark-haired girl slid a hand over the blonde's breast, down across her smooth stomach, and finally began spreading the thick lips of the girl's cunt. As she exposed the glistening dark hole and the tiny clitoris, she lowered her head over the blonde's left breast and flicked her tongue across the nipple, making it stand up straight and hard. She then switched to the other breast and did the same. She kept her tongue alternating between the two breasts until the blonde began moaning with pleasure. She then began flocking her finger across the girl's clit, and the blonde started to writhe her hips.
While Marilyn was focused on the dark-haired girl's actions, she had almost forgotten that the blonde was eating the other girl's cunt. She looked at the girl's pussy, but all she could see was the blonde's chin. It was moving furiously, so she knew that her tongue must be imitating the other girl's finger on her clit.
Marilyn wasn't sure she liked the spectacle in front of her-that is, she wasn't sure whether she could morally accept it. Physically, though, there was no question that she had accepted it. Her hand was now inside the tight hot-pants and she had her middle finger buried in her wet hole while her forefinger flicked and rubbed over her clitoris. She was going to cum soon, and she couldn't help it. She had never watched two people of any sex make love together, and the effect of the two pretty girls on stage only twenty feet away, masturbating and sucking each other, was too much for her to stand. She needed release from the fire building in her loins, and in a few seconds she would have it.
The two girls on stage were now jerking all over, their bodies straining for fulfillment. Finally, the blonde girl could no longer support her lust-wracked body on her trembling arms, and she lowered herself to the floor. The dark-haired girl must have expected it though, because she followed the blonde's head to the stage, and the other girl's face never once appeared from between her legs. When the blonde was fully extended on the stage, the dark-haired girl slid down her body, grinding her huge breasts into the flesh beneath her. She then grabbed the blonde's legs and spread them as wide as she could, exposing completely the lovely folds of thick, sensitive flesh between them. Then, with her hands still around her legs, the dark-haired girl gently parted the blonde's pussy once again. This time, though, her finger wouldn't do. She lowered her mouth to the top of the girl's mound, and, as groans began to drift from the audience, she ran her tongue down into the wet slit and began laving the girl's clit.
Marilyn couldn't stand it any longer. She closed her eyes and stretched her legs wide apart.
"Oh God, oh God, now, let it come nowwww ... " Marilyn whispered. She strained her ass hard against the chair as her pussy seemed to squeeze like a sponge, flooding her panties with its thick juice. She kept her eyes clamped shut as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her body. She was completely oblivious to anything except the continuing contractions of her cunt. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, and when the pleasure had finally subsided, she was as limp as a rag. Her muscles felt like they were stretched to their furthest extent and then suddenly released, leaving them totally spent and useless.
As her mind began to clear, Marilyn remembered where she was. Did anyone see her? Wait a minute, how about Jim? She was afraid to open her eyes. What would he think of her?
When she did open her eyes, she saw that no one could care less what she was doing. As she looked away from the bright stage into the darkness around her, she could see naked bodies all over the floor, twisting together. One couple was fucking right behind her chair. Just beyond them, an oriental girl had her lips around one of the largest cocks Marilyn had ever seen. At the next table she could see a girl stretched across the top while one man was pumping furiously between her spread legs and another was sucking her breasts while she was tonguing his cock.
Marilyn closed her eyes and turned her head back toward the stage. When she opened them again and they had adjusted to the light, she could see the two girls still lying in their erotic position. They were obviously well spent, though, because neither of them moved a muscle, and she could see that the blonde girl's pussy was soaked with thick juice. But the sight did nothing to turn her on. In fact, she began to be disgusted. Now that her own needs were satisfied, she didn't want to look at anyone else.
Then she thought about Jim again. Quickly she looked across the table. He was slouched down in his chair with his pants around his ankles. His limp cock was drooped across his balls. Her first thought was that he had followed her example and had masturbated, but that was quickly dispelled. She could see no cum anywhere on his stomach or in his hair, and when she leaned over the table to look, she saw that there was none on the floor, either. That was why he hadn't tried to fuck her. He probably didn't even know what she was doing, while all the time some bitch she couldn't see was sucking him off. Of all the sneaky tricks for a girl to play!
But why should she complain? She knew what to do when she wanted a cock inside her. This time she hadn't really wanted one: her orgasm was better than a dozen lays she could think of, and she was satisfied. Anyway, there was little she could do about it now. All she wanted to do at that moment was get out of that place before someone she knew recognized her and tried to screw her.
She pulled Jim's pants up, but not before she had inspected his cock and balls thoroughly. He was well built, and she was sure he would be a good fuck. She bent her head down and kissed the head of his still-deflating prick, then quickly dressed him. As she was trying to pull him up, he came to.
"Jim, I want to leave now," she said softly. He rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up more, then put his arm around her shoulder.
"Let's go, then," he said, and led her through the writhing and resting bodies that covered the floor.
As she was recalling that great nightclub where they went two more times after that first night, Marilyn had unbuttoned the top of the dress she was wearing and pulled out a creamy white breast. She inspected it now as she titillated the nipple with her forefinger, sending shocks of delight through her. There would be plenty of men who would love to suck her tits, and yet Jim hadn't sucked her breasts for months. When they made love lately, and it wasn't often, he would simply mount her and shove his cock into her dry hole, often hurting and humiliating her. The last five or six times they screwed she hadn't even had an orgasm, and it was now over a month since she came.
As she was thinking of the last time she made it, Marilyn began to grow increasingly excited. She started to rub her breast hard, dreaming of having a nice hard cock in her; her other hand slid underneath the material of her dress and panties and began squeezing the thick folds of her pussy. She thought of the two girls on the stage at the club and wondered how it would feel right now to have one of their mouths clamped tightly over her pussy, exploring and teasing her while it licked and sucked on her clit till she came again and again. It would be good, she thought, just as it was good now with her own finger bringing her close to the climax she needed so badly.
Faster and harder she squeezed her breast and flicked her finger over her clit. She forgot everything that was around her. There was nothing else that mattered except the growing pressure within her loins, pressure that would soon burst out into an orgasm that would be better than anything she ever had before. It was coming soon, very soon, and Marilyn could hear herself moaning far off in space somewhere, reveling in the self-pleasure she was causing.
Then, just as the dam was about to burst and flood her pussy with her juices, Marilyn sat up. It shouldn't be like this, she thought. It was different when you had a choice between a prick and your own finger and you chose to masturbate, but she had no choice. She was doing this out of sheer frustration with Jim, and she realized that she couldn't make up for their lack of a good sex life by herself. She needed a cock inside her.
"What am I thinking?" she asked out loud. "I need Jim, and only Jim." She shook her head in wonder. It wasn't that she didn't like sex-in fact, she loved it. But she swore that after she was married no one except her husband was going to jam his prick into her. So far she had been good to her word.
"Maybe that's why I'm so upset tonight," she muttered as she looked out at the now dark sky. It was only last week that Jim had asked her to go to a swinging party with him at the end of the month, and she had refused. He dismissed the matter and told her to think about it some more. Now, with the party only a week off, that was all she had been thinking about. She didn't like the idea of switching partners, but it was so long now since she had a good screw, and she didn't want to masturbate, so maybe she should go to the party and see what it would be like. If Jim didn't satisfy her the way she needed, maybe someone else could.
Again, Marilyn was disturbed by her thoughts. Even though Jim had become rather cold sexually, he was still a good husband in most other respects.
Who am I kidding, she said to herself. "What would I be doing home alone tonight if he was a good husband?"
Marilyn got off the couch and went upstairs. Maybe a bath would help her calm down. She took her clothes off and paused to admire herself for a moment in the full-length bedroom mirror. She was still as firm and shapely as when she was first married. Her long brown hair was soft and slightly curled where it hung down on her shoulders. Her breasts were large and full, and the nipples were perfect small red buds surrounded by large, dark circles. She looked at her flat stomach and the thick patch of pubic hair that formed a wedge leading down between her legs. That was what Jim had liked most about her body at first-the large, dark thatch of hair that ran halfway up to her navel. It excited him, he told her, because it made her look wild and uninhibited.
Marilyn could see what he meant. The hair was exciting, even to her. She reached down and grabbed a handful and fluffed it up.
"Oh well," she sighed. "I'm the only one who appreciates it anymore." She turned away from the mirror and walked nude into the bathroom.
Just as she was going in, though, the doorbell rang.
"Who the hell could that be?" she said peevishly. Now that she was ready to get in the tub, someone had to come.
She went back into the bedroom, got a robe, then put it on as she hurried down the stairs.
"Just a minute," she called as the bell sounded again. She opened the door just as she was pulling the robe closed in front of her.
"Hi, is Jim home?" It was Frank Martin, one of Jim's fellow office workers. Marilyn had seen him several times when she went down to the office, and he had been over to dinner once. He was a little shorter than Jim, but he was much heavier built, and Marilyn always thought he was very handsome. His eyes attracted her most: they seemed mysterious to her. They were deep set and piercing. Marilyn-felt a chill now as her eyes met his and she felt the strange sensation she always did when she looked at him.
"Hi Frank, come on in," she said as she opened the door further. She closed it behind him and tied the belt on the robe.
"Jim went to play cards tonight," she said as she led him into the small living room.
"You're home alone?"
"Yeah, I'm alone again. What did you want to see Jim about?" Marilyn sat down on the couch and motioned for him to do the same.
"Nothing important," Frank said as he sat down next to her. "I just thought he might want to work on this one land contract over the weekend. I'd do it myself, but I have to fly to Chicago tomorrow to see another client."
"You're going to Chicago for the weekend?" Marilyn asked.
"Yeah. You want to come?" Frank laughed.
"I'd love to, but I think Jim might miss me tomorrow at breakfast." She laughed, although she didn't really think it was funny at all. The sad thing was, it was true.
"What about tonight?" Frank asked. "I'd think he'd miss you a little." He looked at her and smiled. If he had a woman that looked like that, he was sure he would miss her at night.
Marilyn tried to smile, but she couldn't. She didn't want to discuss her private life with Frank, but he had come when she needed to say something to somebody. It didn't do any good to talk about it with Jim anymore. All he ever did was slap her on the ass and promise her it would be better the next time, and it never was.
Marilyn looked up at Frank. Those dark green eyes of his were staring right into her own, searing them with imagined heat. She wanted to look away, but there was that feeling of lewd excitement stirring within her again. The more she looked, the more excited she became.
"Marilyn, is there anything you want to tell me?" Frank asked as he took one of her hands. She felt a shock shoot through her body at the touch of his flesh. It was the first time he had ever touched her, and she liked the feel of him, even though it was only his hand.
"I don't know, Frank," she said softly, looking away at last. His hand felt so good stroking hers that she knew she should take it away, but she didn't want to.
"Is there anything wrong between you and Jim?" He slid closer to her on the couch and placed his other hand over hers.
"Yes, you must know there is. You're Jim's best friend-he must have told you something at the office."
"As a matter of fact, Jim did mention something to me the other day."
Marilyn looked at him. She had thought that Jim might say something to someone, but she never really believed it. At least, she never suspected she would be facing someone to whom Jim had spoken about their private life. It caught her off guard, and at the same time made her furious with her husband.
"What did he say?" she demanded.
Frank remained calm. He certainly couldn't tell her that her husband said she had become a lousy lay, and that he'd rather have someone else go through the routine of fucking her once or twice a week. And he couldn't tell her that Jim had an affair going with the receptionist in the office. He decided to be as gentle as possible with her, because it was beginning to look like she might be willing to screw him if he worked it right.
"Well," he said, looking down at her leg. The robe had slipped open a little, and he could see a streak of creamy white thigh. She had nice legs, at least. "Frank told me that you two were having some trouble with your-sex life." He looked at her eyes again. They were a pretty shade of blue, but they were dark now.
"Are you sure that's all he told you?" Marilyn asked. She doubted that Jim would have been so discreet.
"That's all, except that he asked you to go to a party with him next week and you said you didn't want to go." Frank thought about the party, which he would be sure to attend.
"He told you about that too?" Marilyn asked angrily. "What did he say about the party? I mean, did he tell you what kind of party it was going to be?"
Frank smiled. "You mean did he tell me that it was going to be a sex party? Yes, he told me. What I can't understand is, why would anyone as beautiful as you not want to go?" He hoped the timing was right for the compliment and the invitation to talk some more about sex. She showed him it was.
"I just don't like the idea," Marilyn said. "Making love with a lot of other people doing it around you just doesn't appeal to me."
"Oh," Frank said, trying to sound aloof, "I thought it might be because you didn't want to screw anyone except Jim."
Marilyn started at his use of the vulgar word. He was right, though, but how could he have guessed? But then, that was just about the only valid objection anyone could have for objecting to a sex party. She supposed you could always find some privacy if you really wanted it.
But what could she tell him now? She didn't want to sound too conservative. After all, just about every girl she knew that was married had screwed someone else besides her husband, and they were never ashamed to tell her about it. Besides, she had fucked at least fifteen different guys before she was married, and everyone considered her quite a swinger- then. What the hell, she could lie a little now.
"It isn't that. I wouldn't object to having sex with someone else besides Jim. It's just that the whole idea of a party where sex is the only reason you go just doesn't appeal to me." She hoped she sounded convincing, but she didn't think she had.
"You mean you'd consider having sex with another man if he appealed to you?" Frank asked.
Marilyn looked into his eyes again. She felt a strong thrill run through her body. He began caressing her hand as he held it tightly between his.
"Yes, I think so," she said.
Frank needed no other urging. Jim had told him once that Marilyn thought he was attractive, and she had just said she would like to have sex with someone who appealed to her, so why not him? He pulled her to him slowly, staring into her eyes all the time. She offered no resistance as his lips closed over hers. They kissed lightly for several seconds, then he grabbed her head with his hand and crushed his mouth down on hers, spearing his tongue deep within her throat. Her flesh was soft against him, even through her robe, and as their bodies pressed together he could feel his prick stiffen. He was lucky it was pointing up from his stomach, or it might have poked right through his pants.
Frank's sudden move had caught Marilyn by surprise, but if she had any objection to kissing him she forgot about it when she felt his thick tongue jab through her teeth and immediately begin flicking against hers. It felt so different, so good to have a man's tongue in her mouth again, playing over her teeth and gums. She began to respond warmly to it; she sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth and chewed on it with her teeth. It was heavenly, so thick and wet and alive. She could feel the fire begin in her loins as Frank continued to thrill her with his probing, licking tongue.
But his tongue wasn't the only thing Frank had in motion. While they were locked in their deep, wet kiss, Frank managed to push his hand up between their tightly pressed bodies, feeling the firmness of Marilyn's hard young stomach as he did. Finally he reached what he was feeling for. He slid his hand through the loose top of her robe and closed it over a large, smooth breast.
Marilyn moaned, her tongue still stabbing at Frank's, and even venturing outside her mouth occasionally to lick at his teeth. His hand felt so good, so ... manly. It wasn't like Jim's feeble squeezes when he condescended to touch her there. Frank's hand was strong, mildly rough, and obviously well practiced at what it was doing. Marilyn writhed her body against his as his hand expertly worked over her breast, massaging it softly, then squeezing hard to send shivers of pleasure racing through her body. His fingers worked the same way on her nipple, rubbing and pinching it until it stood hard and erect, begging for more.
Marilyn began to lose all control as Frank's hand left the tit it had been working on and moved under her robe to give the other one the same treatment. Jim can go to hell, Marilyn thought. I've got a real man here, someone who knows how to make a woman feel good. She crushed her mouth even harder against his as she tried to force the thought of her husband out of her mind. She concentrated on those big, beautiful hands on her body, the hands that would soon make her forget that she was married, and remember that she was still a sensuous woman.
But Marilyn couldn't forget. Even as she crushed her hips and legs against Frank; she thought about her pledge to herself. She knew he would want to screw her, and it wouldn't be too long if the hardness of his cock pressing into her stomach through her robe was any indication of how ready he was. As much as she wanted his prick between her legs, she still wanted to remain true to Jim.
Frank had managed to pull one luscious tit out from Marilyn's robe, and was beginning to break their long kiss so that he could suck on that perfect globe. Marilyn beat him to it though, and as she pulled her mouth from his and sat back on the couch, Frank got his first view of that creamy mound that he was dying to suck into his mouth. It was large and smooth, one of the best tits he had ever seen on a woman, and he had seen enough to be an expert on the subject.
"Frank, wait," Marilyn said finally when she had caught her breath. She paid no attention to the exposed breast. "I just can't do this. I'm married, and ___"
"And Jim hasn't fucked you properly in a long time."
Marilyn looked at him. "That's right, but, I ... " She couldn't think; she couldn't give him any good arguments why she wouldn't let him screw her because the only one she had was that she was married and wanted to stay true to Jim. But Frank would never take that reason, and neither would a lot of people she knew. What could she say?
Frank sensed her confusion. He would have to talk her into it fast, because the longer their bodies were apart, the less aroused she would become, and if he didn't keep her desire at a peak while he was trying to persuade her, he knew she would never willingly let him stick his cock-which was still straining at his zipper-in her pussy.
He moved closer to her on the couch, so that his thigh was pressed hard into hers. Sally made no move to resist, because she was still uncertain whether she really wanted to.
"Look," Frank said soothingly, "you and Jim haven't been making it too good together, if you'll forgive the pun. I'm sure he wouldn't really mind if you took the edge off by screwing me. After all, you're only human, too, you know. You can't go without a good lay any longer than anyone else can." He kissed her lightly on the cheek, and at the same time cupped her breast gently in his hand.
"Why don't you try it just once? I swear I'll never tell anyone about anything we do here tonight." He began to stroke her breast, passing the palm of his hand over her nipple as he did. He could notice her jump ever so slightly as his hand brushed the little bud. In her eyes there was little to be learned. She seemed to be totally noncommittal at the moment- she was simply staring at the floor in front of her. If he was going to push her over the edge, he would have to do it now while her body was beginning to respond.
Frank kissed Marilyn lightly on the neck, pausing for a second to lick his tongue wetly over the soft flesh there. He then lowered his head quickly and closed his mouth over the nipple on that perfect breast. He pulled it gently inside, then began nibbling and sucking on it until it was as hard as it had been before. Again and again he ran his teeth over the stiff tip, and each time he could feel Marilyn jump just a little bit. She was responding, but she didn't want him to know it.
She tried to sit still as Frank's tongue and teeth were working on her breast, but she couldn't keep from jerking when he rubbed his teeth roughly over her nipple. It felt so good, so strange, because it had been so long since Jim had done anything like that. Still, she was determined to remain passive as long as she could, letting him try to arouse her with his tongue and hands. In a way, she wanted him to succeed; but in another way she didn't want him to. She wanted to see if she had the strength she thought, she had in her convictions, or whether this man sucking on her breast could arouse her so much that she would beg him to stick his cock in her. He could do what he wanted to her body short of fucking her, but she wouldn't show him any emotion-at least, she would try not to.
Frank sensed that Marilyn was going to let him do what he wanted, so he saw no reason in trying to avoid getting at her cunt any longer. As he continued sucking and chewing on her tit, which was becoming red now where he gently nipped her, he slid his hand down the front of her robe. It passed over her stomach, and the firm but pliant flesh he could feel through the material made his cock ache even more, as he wished it were buried right now up into that belly of hers. He paused to rub her stomach lightly, then he continued down her leg, where he parted the robe and began to caress her honey-smooth thighs. They were so hot and supple that he considered having his cock stuck between them, and coming off like that. But that wouldn't be anything like her pussy, and that's what he needed now.
As Frank began slowly moving his hand up Marilyn's thigh, kneading and stroking her flesh all the way, he reached up with his other hand and pulled the robe down off her shoulders. It was loose, and it slid off easily, leaving the top part of her body completely exposed. Those two ball-shaped breasts pointed out straight and proud, inviting his mouth to tease and service them. Much as he would have liked to sit back and just groove on those beautiful tits for a while, Frank had more urgent plans. His hand was just now brushing up against the crisp hair lining Marilyn's cunt. He gently pulled her thigh open and clamped his hand tightly over her hairy mound.
It was already hot, and as he slipped his middle finger into the slit of her pussy, he found that it was already wet, too. He quickly found Marilyn's clit with his finger and began rubbing it. If that didn't turn her on, he didn't know what would. He continued to rub and flick his middle finger over her swelling clit, while his other fingers were burrowing into the thick folds of pink flesh, separating and massaging them. Finally he shoved his middle finger as far as it would go up her wet, steaming hole.
Marilyn grunted quietly. That was good, almost too good to take. Still, she wanted to hold on until the last possible minute before he shoved his cock into her. Then, and only then, would she know for sure whether she would do it because she was hungry for a man, any man, or whether she was strong enough to push Frank away and suffer. As Frank probed with his finger, though, Marilyn was becoming more and more certain which action she'd take.
While Frank was enjoying sucking on Marilyn's tit and fingering her cunt, he knew he wasn't doing anything special yet. If he wanted to really arouse Marilyn he knew that he would have to think of something better. He did. He took his mouth off her tit, which was wet with his saliva, and dropped to his knees in front of her. He was struck immediately by the shapeliness of her calf's and thighs, and the large, dark patch of hair between her legs was more than he had ever seen on a woman. His straining prick seemed to stretch even more against the fly of his pants. He had to get it out of there before it burst.
Frank looked up at Marilyn. She had her eyes closed, and was resting her head on the back of the couch. For the first time he saw both her huge tits together. They were beautiful, and he had to fight the urge to go back to sucking them. He wondered what Jim could find wrong with her body; it was one of the most perfect ones he had ever seen.
Frank stared at those luscious breasts for a few seconds more, then turned his eyes down to the large V of Marilyn's crotch. Her pubic hair was thick, but as he continued to stare at it, he could see the crevice of her mound where it began just above the top of her thighs. He wanted to see more of that slit. First, though, there was another matter to be taken care of. Standing quickly, Frank stripped his clothes off and threw them on the couch. He grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times. It stood out straight and long, a full eight inches of thick-veined meat. The head, too, was large, and the skin was stretched so tight across it that he could see it shine in the dim light of the lamp on the other side of the room. But Frank had no time now to admire his own body. He wanted to see what kind of fucking equipment the naked girl on the couch had.
He knelt down again in front of Marilyn. She still had her eyes tightly shut. The sight of this beautiful, completely passive girl sitting there before him, allowing him to feel and taste her luscious body, was almost too much for him to bear. He wanted to pull apart those satin thighs and shove his massive cock all the way up her. But he didn't, not yet. He wanted to have her pussy in his mouth first, and he was going to.
Frank placed his hands on the insides of Marilyn's knees and gently drew her legs apart. She let them open easily. She knew what he was going to do, and she wanted him to do it. As her legs opened as far as they could without lifting them, Marilyn felt the cool rush of air over her exposed cunt. It felt good, and so did the thought of this man kneeling between her legs and admiring the view. She wanted him to see her pussy, to feel it, to taste it, and-yes!-to fuck it! She was certain now, sitting there with her most private parts revealed to her husband's best friend. She wanted his cock inside her, fucking her again and again. But she was still controlled enough to know that if she told him now, she would probably miss feeling his tongue licking inside her cunt, and she wanted to feel it. She wanted him to suck her to a climax first, and, as a reward, she would give him the best piece of ass he ever had in his life.
Frank looked at the pink slit hidden in the hair of Marilyn's crotch. He wanted to see more. He ran his hands up the insides of her thighs, sending shivers down her back. When he reached her hairy cunt, he put the first two fingers of both his hands in her slit. Slowly, wishing to prolong the thrill of exposing that big cunt, Frank pulled the lips of her pussy apart. He caught his breath, and his cock gave an excited jerk as the thick pink folds of Marilyn's pussy were now completely exposed. He examined the glistening flesh as his fingers began to work up and down the sides of her cunt. He could see her tiny clitoris hiding underneath the inner lips, and he pulled them apart to get a better look. It was all good, but the best part was the dark, already slimy entrance to Marilyn's hole. It was there that he wanted to lick, to push his tongue all the way up. And as soon as he had pulled her tight hole open, he dipped his head between her legs and fastened his lips on it.
Marilyn groaned as the contact with her pussy was made. It was so intimate, so sexy to have this man's mouth working over her cunt. She threw her head further back on the couch and began rolling it from side to side as she felt Frank's thick tongue snake up into her hole, licking the smooth walls, probing deep into her. Marilyn wanted to hold on a little longer before she started helping him, but the licking and sucking of her pussy was too much to take passively. Slowly she began to raise her legs until she had them high in the air. She was completely open to him now, and she felt so submissive and captive that she wanted him to do anything and everything to her lust-filled body.
Frank had enjoyed making love to Marilyn while she remained apparently aloof to what he was doing, but this sign that she was ready to willingly give her body to him made him even more excited. He placed his hands on the back of her thighs to help her keep her legs in the air as his mouth continued to hungrily lick and suck the juices from her dripping cunt. He buried his face in the thick hair and flesh of her slit as his tongue and lips continued to probe the wet hole that would soon hold his cock. Frank thought about his cock, then, and reached down with one hand and began rubbing it up and down its full length. He was going to cum soon, but he didn't want to waste all that good cream on the floor.
Frank stood up quickly, still holding one of Marilyn's legs in the air. He stared down at the now wide-open slit and the dark hole at the bottom of it. He couldn't wait any longer to shove his cock inside. Grabbing both of her legs by the calfs, he lifted them high in the air and spun her around on the couch. He then got on himself and kneeled between her legs, his cock pointing straight at Marilyn's face.
For the first time, Marilyn opened her eyes to look at Frank's body. She started at his chest, which was full and dark with hair and a lingering summer tan, but her eyes dropped quickly down to his cock. She couldn't help but gasp. It looked huge, much larger than Jim's, and the heavy balls that swung beneath the shaft were at least twice the size of her husband's. She had never seen a man built as powerfully as Frank. A lewd excitement began to spread through her body as she realized that she was helpless before his threatening prick. She wanted to be helpless, though, because she wanted to be fucked harder and longer now than she had ever been fucked in her life.
Frank looked at Marilyn's face as she examined his cock. He could see the pure lust and utter abandonment that this beautiful girl beneath him felt mirrored in those glazed eyes of hers. He would fuck her, there was no mistake about that, but as he watched as Marilyn licked her pointed tongue over her full, sensuous lips, he thought her mouth would be excellent to take the edge off so that he could screw her until she couldn't take any more. It wouldn't take much sucking, because he was almost ready to shoot his load now, so he could fuck her mouth quickly and then get into her hole fast.
Frank pulled Marilyn's legs down onto the couch. He then got up and stepped up to her head, where she could get a better look at his cock. Marilyn knew what he wanted her to do, and as she watched that rock-hard prick coming closer and closer to her face, she could hardly keep from grabbing it and sucking it all into her mouth.
But Frank wanted to relax while she was blowing him. He knelt on the couch and straddled Marilyn's chest, and when he sat down he crushed her breasts so hard that she let out a yelp of pain. Frank shifted a little so that his weight was more on his legs than on her chest.
"Is that better?" he asked huskily. Marilyn nodded.
Marilyn reached out and grabbed Frank's huge prick in both her hands. "You know I shouldn't be doing this," she said throatily. "Jim would never approve." She smiled up at him, and he had to laugh at her sarcastic tone of voice.
"Then I suggest that we don't tell him," Frank said in a mockingly dignified voice. "I also suggest that you stop rubbing my cock and get those beautiful lips of yours around it before you get a faceful of cum."
Marilyn smiled as she fondled his balls. Then she pulled his cock to her mouth and sucked the head inside.
Frank almost emptied his balls as soon as he felt her lips surround the swollen head of his prick. She was doing an expert job of licking and sucking the sensitive cockhead; he grabbed her head in his hands to steady himself as she brought him swiftly to a raging climax.
"That's it, suck it good," Frank grunted. Marilyn responded to his urging by drawing even more of the shaft into her mouth. Frank looked down at her, and the sight of his best friend's wife lying under him and obediently sucking his cock was more than he could stand. With a sudden thrust, Frank rammed half of his cock into her mouth, and while he held her head tightly so that she couldn't pull away, he began pumping load after load of cum down her throat.
Marilyn almost gagged at the unexpected intrusion, but she had no intention of pulling away, even if she could. She delighted in having Frank fuck his big prick into her mouth as he now started to do. She wanted him to do it, wanted every last drop of cum that his balls had stored up, and then some. She reached up and began squeezing and pulling on his balls in an effort to keep the delicious cum flowing into her stomach.
"Oh God, yes, that's it, keep doing it, yes ... yes, squeeze them harder, you sexy fucking bitch."
Marilyn obeyed. She grabbed his balls in both hands and squeezed them hard. All Frank could do now was grunt and moan as he continued to rock his hips back and forth. She took one hand off his balls and reached behind them, sliding her middle finger into the crack of his ass to find the small hole. She quickly poked her finger up to the first knuckle in his tight asshole.
"Oh yes, Marilyn, yes. Keep me cuming." Frank was just about finished, but her finger in his ass made him give his cock a couple extra jerks to get all the cum he could into that lovely mouth.
Marilyn continued to suck and lick the cock in her mouth as it slowly began to deflate. She loved it; it was so degrading and servile that it thrilled her again and again as she pictured him straddled over her, pumping his cock in her mouth while she was a willing captive beneath him. She had never felt like that with Jim, and the only time she had sucked him off he had made her kneel over him while he lay on his back. That had been good at the time, but it was nothing like this.
Marilyn watched as Frank got off the couch and sat back down between her legs.
"That was great. Where did you ever learn to suck cock like that?"
Marilyn smiled at him, and at the same time spread her legs and put a finger in her pussy.
"It just comes natural with me. Like fucking. I haven't sucked Jim off in over a year, and then I did it only once, so you can be sure I didn't learn it from him."
Frank shook his head as he watched her fingering herself. "He must be crazy then," he said. "If you were my wife, I'd have you suck me off like that every night."
This time Marilyn shook her head. "No you wouldn't. You'd soon get tired of it and go looking for someone else to do it for you. I imagine that's what Jim has been doing, isn't it?" She had suspected for a long time that Jim was unfaithful to her, but she wanted to make certain of it once and for all.
"Well, you're a big girl now-you just showed me that-so I guess you can take the truth. Jim's been screwing around with Carol Vernegy, the receptionist in our office."
Marilyn winced. She had hoped it wouldn't be someone she knew, or knew her. But Carol was a friend of hers ever since she got to know her when Jim first took his job. She had gone out with her bowling several times, and she had never suspected that Carol would be having an affair with her husband.
"How long has it been going on, Frank?"
He frowned. "Over a year, I'm afraid. But they've been discreet about it, at least. I don't think anyone else except me and you knows about it. I wouldn't have found out myself if I hadn't caught them feeling each other in the boss' office late one night. He told me all about it then." Frank looked at Marilyn. She didn't appear to be taking it too hard, so maybe she had suspected Jim for a while.
Marilyn didn't know what to think. She wasn't mad at Jim; she couldn't be after what she herself had just done. But she did want to have him tell her -about it ... no, what good would that do? She decided to forget about it for the moment, partly because she was unsure of how she felt about the matter, and partly because her finger was beginning to make her forget about everything else.
"Frank, can you get hard again?" Marilyn whispered hoarsely as she began to buck her hips faster and faster on the couch.
"I'm not sure ... you really drained me. Want me to do it for you? I can still make you happy."
"No, rub your cock, get it up. Do anything, but get that big cock of yours hard, I'm almost ready to cum."
Frank looked at Marilyn's wide open pussy, watched her finger dig deep in her hole, then reappear wet and shiny. He grabbed his cock and began stroking it, and at the same time he put the middle finger of his other hand below Marilyn's finger in her cunt.
"Is it hard yet?" Marilyn groaned. She wished he would hurry up and shove that big hunk of meat inside her before she came on their fingers.
"It's getting there, hold on a. minute more and I'll fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before." He was jerking on his cock furiously now, and it was responding quickly. Soon it was standing straight out, not quite as rigid as the time before, but still enough to delight any girl.
"I'm ready, move your hand." Marilyn withdrew her finger and reached up to pull Frank down to her. He dropped on her quickly, guiding his eager cock to her dripping pussy with his hand.
Marilyn jumped a foot when she felt the electrifying touch of Frank's cock head on the swollen, sensitive lips of her cunt. It was so hard and smooth. She envisioned it pumping in and out of her aching cunt as it had pumped in her mouth. She wanted it in all the way, and now. With one fast move, Marilyn lunged upward with her ass and buried the huge cock completely in her pussy.
"Ohhhhh, yes. Frank, God, what a big cock! It's so good, so hard." Marilyn was rolling her head back and forth on the couch, her mouth open sensuously, inviting Frank's tongue to enter. But Frank was enjoying the sight too much to ruin his view by kissing her just yet. He grew more and more excited as he watched this luscious body beneath him writhe and squirm, impaled helplessly on his huge prick. He wished Jim could see this "lousy lay" now, bucking and jerking as she wrapped her legs around his thighs and pulled him into her. Jim obviously was crazy if he didn't appreciate his wife's talent for fucking, and if he wasn't going to take advantage of her passions, there was no reason why Frank shouldn't shove his cock into her hot cunt whenever she wanted it.
As he began to lower himself onto Marilyn's volatile body, Frank glanced down between their two stomachs to where his cock was battering into her more-than-capable cunt. He watched their hair tangle together as he-rather, she-thrust until his cock was jammed up to the hilt. Then, as she quickly ground her hips down into the couch again, he could see his wet, dripping prick slide out of her hole, only to be sucked back in again and again. It was great to watch, and it got him ready to cum within seconds. He was lucky, too, because just as the surge of pleasure was pulsing up from his balls, Marilyn began to hump even harder, nearly throwing him off of her wildly jerking body.
"Frank I'm going to cum! Fuck me harder, harder! Stick it all in ... deep, yes, oh God, fuck it into me!"
She began to groan loudly, tossing her head from side to side and breathing like she was choking. Frank stopped her head and covered her open mouth with his, spearing his tongue deep down her throat and drooling his saliva into her mouth, where it mixed with hers. He was ready to explode, too, and as his cock began its preliminary jerking, Frank reached under Marilyn's ass and held her to him so that his cock was stuck as deep into her stomach as it could be. At the same time, he poked a finger into the tight elastic ring of her anus, and began moving it in and out.
"Yesssss, do it more! Fuck me, Frank! Screw my ass with your finger! Do anything you want! Oh God, I'm starting to cum."
Marilyn's whole body became rigid, and her voice was stopped by the force of her initial spasms. Frank could feel her cunt begin to contract furiously around his cock, and at the same time it started to squeeze more and more of its juice around his cock, as if it was trying to force the liquid right through the skin of his bloated staff. He, too, had begun to cum, and as Marilyn was flooding her cunt with wave after wave of thick fluid, Frank began to pump his own cream deep into her. Frantically, he tried to ram his cock even further into her slippery hole, still shooting load after load of his cum into her. He thought he had pumped a lot into her mouth before, but he was doing at least that good in her cunt, and she was matching him spasm for spasm.
Both Frank and Marilyn were motionless except for the violent jerking of his cock and the strong contractions of her pussy. Their minds were blank, and nothing mattered except the wonderful orgasm that shot wave after crashing wave of pleasure through their bodies. It seemed to last for an eternity, and it would have if they could have had anything to say about it. But Frank's balls slowly emptied, and as his cock ceased its jumping and twitching inside Marilyn's overflowing cunt, she managed to take a deep breath, relaxing her muscles as she sank limply into the couch.
Frank collapsed on top of her. They were both enjoying the pleasant aftermath of the best fuck either of them ever had. Marilyn rubbed a hand over her eyes, still not certain that she had really stopped that wonderful reeling, because as she lay there with Frank's deflating cock still in her drenched pussy, her mind was still light and floating somewhere in space, detached from her body. It had been better than anything she had ever had. The way his cock had rammed in and out of her, the way he had held her ass tight and fingered her asshole, the way he pumped shot after shot of hot cum into her already-boiling belly continued to fill Marilyn with a lewd, sensuous glow. She had chosen to have this man fill her pussy with his cum. Jim would be in for a surprise the next time he said he wanted to screw her, because next time she would look at him and laugh, delighting in the thought that a different man's cum had been inside her. She could look him in the eye the next time she saw him, instead of staring at his crotch where no trace of any hardness could ever be seen. Maybe, just maybe, she would see Frank again. He would certainly relieve the hunger she developed for Jim's cock, a hunger that her husband didn't seem to want to satisfy.
Marilyn opened her eyes and looked at Frank, who was beginning to get up. She smiled at him, and he smiled back, as his now limp cock slid easily out of her cunt.
"It doesn't want to leave," Marilyn said, pouting at him.
"I don't want it to either, but I don't think the damn thing's going to be good for anything for quite a while now." Frank sat down between Marilyn's legs, which were still wide open. While she looked at his glistening cock and drooping balls, he stared at the dripping pink hole he had just filled with his cum.
"You're really leaking there, Mrs. Carter," he said, pointing at her cunt. He enjoyed the friendly rapport that they had established in so short a time. He could joke with her, and she would joke right back. She wasn't touchy at all about sex with him, as he thought she would be.
Marilyn frowned and smiled at the same time. "Well, Mr. Martin, I'd plug it up for you, but the only thing I can see that would be good for the job isn't quite up to it right now."
Frank looked at his cock. "No, I guess it isn't. But if you're still leaking next week some time, maybe it will be then."
Marilyn smiled warmly at his invitation. Why shouldn't she see him again? He could fuck better than Jim ever could, and she needed a man to screw her. She was just going to ask him when to meet him when a thought crept into her mind, a dirty, sneaky thought that sent a shiver of anticipated revenge and pleasure through her.
"Wait a minute," she said as she sat up on the couch. "Are you by any chance going to that party next Friday?"
"I was thinking about it. The guy who's throwing it is a friend of mine. Why?"
Marilyn grinned mischievously. "Frankie boy, I think I can play a little trick on Jim with your help. How about it?"
"What do you have in mind?" He settled back on the couch, putting a hand on Marilyn's thigh just below the dark hair of her pussy. She leaned back and willingly opened her legs to let his fingers knead and massage the tender, hairy lips of her cunt.
"Look," she began, looking into Frank's eyes, "Jim wants me to go to that party, right? I told him no last week, so I don't think he really expects me to. He'll probably ask me a few times next week just for the hell of it, but I'll keep telling him no. If I know him, he'll probably think of some excuse so he can get out of the house that night and go by himself, right?"
Frank nodded. "He'll probably go."
"Is Carol a swinger? I would think Jim would want to keep her to himself."
Frank shook his head and smiled. "I don't think he could if he wanted to, which I'm sure he doesn't. She's pretty wild, and I'm sure 'she's dying to go to that party too."
Marilyn put a hand on Frank's cock. It was small now. She had an urge to take it in her mouth and suck it, but she managed to control the urge.
"Frank, have you ever put this thing in Carol's cunt?"
He had been expecting the question, and knew it wouldn't matter if she found out now. She would probably be fucking a lot of other guys now that she made it with him.
"Yeah, we've screwed around a little. That was before you and Jim moved here, though. Once he came to the office, Carol forgot about me and concentrated on him. Don't worry, it didn't bother me at all. She's done it before. We liked to go to bed together, that's all. Neither of us were serious."
"Well, here's what I was thinking of doing," Marilyn said. "I'll tell Jim I still don't want to go to the party, and then he'll go with Carol. Now here's r where you come in." She gave his cock a firm squeeze as if to make sure he was paying attention. "You'll pick me up and we'll go to the party together, but when we get there, I'll go in some other room and wait till everyone starts ... you know, what everyone does at those parties. By the way, have you ever been to something like this before?"
"Yeah, I went to one a couple of months ago."
"Oh. Do you know if Jim has ever been to one?" Marilyn's heart quickened as she anticipated the answer.
Frank nodded. "He was at the same one."
"With Carol, I suppose."
"With Carol."
"He didn't even ask me to that one," Marilyn said angrily. If she had been uncertain at all about going through with the plan she was thinking of, she wasn't anymore. "Well anyway, when things start going, I'll come in and catch Jim with whoever he's with."
"And what will that prove?" Frank was surprised. He thought she would come up with something better than that.
"I'll catch him fucking some other girl when he was supposed to be playing cards or something."
"So?"
Marilyn became confused. So indeed. What could she say? She had committed adultery herself just a few minutes ago, so she really couldn't accuse Jim of being immoral or a criminal or anything. She would only make a fool of herself if she made a scene at the party. The only other way to get back at him was to go to the party and fuck some other guy, but he probably wouldn't mind that.
"I guess that wouldn't bother him too much, would it?"
"I don't think so," Frank replied. "Are you open to suggestions?"
"Sure."
"Then why don't you do just what you said except for the last part? I'll pick you up after Jim leaves, and when we get to the party, you can go hide in some other room. Then when everyone starts to swing, you can come in and surprise Jim. Don't jump on him, just surprise him. He'll probably be glad you're there, and then you can play around too. In other words, Marilyn, why don't you just go and enjoy yourself? You'd probably like it after you get used to it."
"I don't think I could ever like it. Isn't one of the rules at those parties that you have to do anything with anybody?" She had read about sex parties in some books her roommate at college had, and that's the way things were. She thought it was sickening.
Frank laughed at her ignorance. "Not at all," he said. "The primary rule is that you don't have to do anything with anybody."
"You're kidding!"
"I'm not. If you don't feel like doing something, or if the guy who wants to make it with you is weird or something, you simply say no."
Marilyn nodded; a sarcastic smile spread across her lips. "Sure, and what if they don't take no for an answer?"
"Then they get their ass thrown out," Frank said seriously. "We don't stand for any of that bullshit. If a guy's that horny or far out he can go rent some cheap whore for a night and do anything he or his dog wants to with her. These parties are discreet and private, though, mostly professional and business people. And most of the guys are real gentlemen. They won't treat you like a whore or a machine. You've got as much or more to say about what goes on than we men do."
"You've got to be joking," Marilyn said. She was incredulous. He couldn't be telling the truth. If he were, though, the idea of going would be much more attractive. "Let's suppose," she continued, "that you are telling the truth. Do you mean to say that if some guy I let screw me tried to stick his cock in my ass, I could just say no and he wouldn't?"
"Wait a minute, now. We're gentlemen, but we aren't fools. There's a difference between being firmly against something, and being opposed to it just because you've never tried it or are ashamed of doing it or whatever. Do you know what I mean?"
"No," Marilyn said pertly, shaking her head for emphasis.
"I mean ... well, you know that a lot of times you never like something until you've tried it. And also, a lot of times a girl will say no when she really means yes, but she wants to feel forced into it because it's more exciting. Then-"
"You mean, in other words, that if I don't want to do something, the best thing I could do would be to get away from the guy I was with."
"More or less," Frank agreed. "I don't want to mislead you, Marilyn. The people who will be at that party next week may be refined and respected people, but sex makes a lot of people unpredictable. The last party I was at, this banker wanted to screw his partner's wife in the bathtub with all their clothes on."
Marilyn burst out laughing. "You're kidding! Did she do it?"
"After several people talked her into it." Frank began to laugh at the memory. "A lot of us went in and watched, too. She was pretty tense at first, but after he got his prick in her she really loved it."
"Where was her husband at the time?" Marilyn asked.
"He was in the bathroom watching, just like the rest of us."
"He didn't do anything?"
Frank shook his head. He could see that Marilyn would have to change her ideas about a few things before she could really accept the freedom and open emotion of a sex party.
"What could he do?" Frank said. "The mate doesn't have a thing to say at the party about what the other partner does. That's one of the best things about it for married people. They can go and watch their partner do anything they want, and they get to know them better that way."
"I think I'd get jealous," Marilyn said. She wasn't sure she liked the sound of this party.
"Look, Marilyn, you liked my cock inside you, didn't you?"
"You know I did," she said, smiling at him and squeezing his cock again.
"Then why don't you go and try it once? If you really object to something, just get up and leave, or go join another couple or something. Everyone who goes has the right to leave anytime, for any reason."
"All right, all right. I'll try it once. But I still want to work it the way you said."
"Right."
Marilyn grabbed Frank's arm. "Frank," she said softly, staring into those deep green eyes, "there's just one more thing."
"What's that?"
"I want you to promise me that you'll take me back home whenever I want to go."
He smiled at her and kissed her lightly on the lips. "It's a promise. I don't think you're going to want to leave too early, but if you do, just come and get me and we'll go."
"Wait." Marilyn lowered her eyes to his cock, which she still held in her hand. "I want you to promise me one more thing."
Frank smiled. "All right, what?"
"When we get there," she said, pulling on his cock, "I want you to fuck me before you get to anyone else."
"So you're bargaining for first rights, eh? I guess you can have them."
"Good." She kissed him quickly, then bounced off the couch. "Now you'd better get dressed and get on that plane to Chicago."
Frank looked at his watch, which was on the floor in front of him. "I still have an hour, but I should go now so I won't have to rush."
They both got dressed without speaking. Marilyn was thinking of the party she was now fairly sure she would go to. Frank was busy watching his new-found mistress dress as he pulled on his own clothes. He thought he would like to keep that body to himself for a while, but there was no sense in that, really. She liked him, liked the way he screwed her. She would probably come across with a good piece whenever he asked for it, and what she did with that magnificent body of hers in the meantime was none of his business. He didn't want to feel any possessiveness toward her, and definitely not any love.
When they were both dressed, Marilyn took Frank's head in her hands and pulled it down to her moist and open lips.
"You were great," she whispered. "Now if you screw any other girl over the weekend, you can tell them that one of your girlfriends told you that." She smiled at him and kissed him again.
"Thanks. And you have the best cunt I've fucked in ten years."
Marilyn stepped back, a surprised look on her face. "How old are you?" she asked.
"Twenty-four," he replied. "Same age as Jim."
"You mean to say you began screwing when you were fourteen?"
Frank laughed. "That's right. Always start early at anything, that's what I say."
Marilyn was curious to know who he could have laid at that early age. She hadn't let a boy even finger her cunt until she was seventeen.
"It was my cousin," Frank said when she questioned him. "She was staying with us for a week during the summer. She and my sister were both twenty, so they did a lot of things together."
"But how did you ever manage to get her?" Marilyn asked.
"Well, she told me to stay home one day when my parents were at this horse show. She and my sister were going to go swimming with some of my sister's friends, but she got out by playing sick. To make a long story short, we stayed in my bed the whole afternoon. I learned quite a lot that day."
Marilyn grinned. "I'll bet you did."
"You certainly didn't seem sorry about it," Frank teased.
"I'm not. I'm glad. You gave me the best pounding of my life."
She took him by the hand and walked him to the front door. They kissed again, a deep tongue kiss that left Marilyn breathless.
"Why don't you call me next Thursday night?"
"All right, I'll call about nine. Make sure you answer the phone."
"Just to make sure everything's the same, you know," Marilyn said.
"Sure, okay. I'll be thinking about you in Chicago, too."
"Not too much, I'm sure," Marilyn said as he walked out the door.
"Well, you never know, Mrs. Carter. Be good." He went down the walk to his car. Marilyn watched as he got in, then waved back at him as he started off down the street. With him went the vestiges of her old life. From now on there would be a new Marilyn Carter.
She closed the door on the brisk night air and went upstairs to take her interrupted bath. For a moment, she wondered what Jim was doing now. He was probably with Carol, but it didn't really matter. Maybe after next week they would get to know each other better, like Frank had said. Perhaps some of the old love that Marilyn still wanted would come back then. Even if it didn't, though, she would still never be without someone to turn to, not if Frank was as much of a gentleman as he appeared to be.
Marilyn went into her room to get a towel, but she decided she was too tired to take a bath. She stretched out on the bed, planning to read a book until Jim came home, but in three minutes she was sound asleep.
CHAPTER TWO
Jim eased down on the large velvet couch, a martini glass in his hand.
"You mean you're the star of these films?" he asked.
Carol Vernegy turned to him and smiled. "That's right. I'm the only female actress in them." She chuckled and continued threading the film through the projector.
"How come you never showed them to me before?" Jim was genuinely curious. He had been balling Carol for over a year now, and she was never the slightest bit ashamed of sex. In fact, she was the one who suggested they try something new whenever they felt like the affair was becoming boring.
Carol finished threading the film, then turned the projector on. After dimming the light, she sat next to Jim on the couch.
"I was saving these," she said huskily as she kissed him on the cheek.
"What for? It isn't my birthday," Jim said. He put his glass on the end table and put his arm around Carol.
"Well, I didn't want you to think I was that kind of a girl."
"Like hell," Jim laughed. "I could tell you were that kind of a girl the first time I saw you."
"What a liar!" She slapped him playfully on the arm. "All you stuck-up men think you can read a girl's thoughts just by looking at her, and ninety-nine percent of the time you're wrong."
"That may be, but with you I-" She cut him off with a kiss.
"Quiet, the film's starting."
Jim pulled her closer to him, cupping a hand under her breast as he did. He liked the dress she was wearing, mainly because it wasn't much of a dress at all. But the screen demanded his attention now, and as he looked up, he saw the title Wild for Sex appear in block letters on a blue background.
"That's really class. Color yet."
"What did you expect?" Carol said. "You think they'd waste my beautiful body in a black-and-white film?"
"Oh, I'm sorry." Jim said, squeezing her breast until she yelped with pain.
"Cut it out, you jerk," Carol scolded. "You'll miss the picture."
Jim turned his eyes back to the screen. All that was visible for several seconds was a small bedroom, neatly furnished, highlighted by an over-sized bed that was covered with a fake fur spread. Then Carol walked in with a towel wrapped around her. She was obviously younger, but it was also apparent that her body was already fully mature.
"How long ago did you make these films?" Jim asked.
"Four years ago in Cleveland, just after I got out of high school."
"You were really built then."
"I'm really built now, too. Will you shut up and watch." She put her hand on his thigh and began rubbing.
On the screen, Carol was sitting on the edge of the bed, combing her hair. The towel had slipped down so that her breasts were visible. They were large, almost circular, the same as they were now. Jim had seen her tits dozens of times, but the sight of those two pink nipples staring at him from the screen still got him excited. He began to fondle Carol's breast as her hand slid up his thigh to his crotch.
When Carol finished combing her hair in the film, she stood up and let the towel drop to the floor so that the small, square patch of pubic hair that stretched out from between her legs was visible. She spread her legs and looked down at her slit, which she began to part with her fingers. She then sat down on the bed again and spread her legs wide. As the camera zoomed in for a closer look, she pulled open the thick outer lips of her pussy with both hands, then slid the middle finger of her left hand up the tight hole. With the forefinger of her right hand she began teasing the tiny bud of flesh that was partially visible beneath the pink inner lips of her cunt. As she began to pump her hips in time to her fingers, the camera pulled back for a shot of the entire room.
Jim was just beginning to think that the cameraman's timing had been lousy when he saw the reason for the move. The door to the bedroom opened, and three men walked quickly in. There were two white guys about thirty or so, and a black who looked around twenty-five.
When Carol saw the men, she opened her mouth in a silent scream and jumped off the bed, trying to get to the bathroom which was supposedly through the door on the other side of the room. The two white guys caught her, though, and threw her back onto the bed. All three men then stripped while she watched and pretended to be terrified. The two whites then went to either side of the bed and grabbed Carol's arms. One of them also grabbed her tit, but it was obvious that they were going to give the black the first shot.
Jim studied the bodies of the men, mentally comparing them to his own. The black and one of the white men were of average build, and so were their rock-hard cocks. The other white guy, though, was tall and muscular. The thick black hair on his chest seemed to run continuously down his stomach to his loins, where a cock that must have been a full ten inches long pointed straight out from his large, fleshy balls. Jim wondered why they didn't let him go first, seeing as he obviously had the most to offer.
The black man had crawled on the bed and grabbed Carol's legs at the ankles while Jim was thinking. He forced her legs open as the view moved ,from the foot to the side of the bed. Jim was fascinated as he watched Carol twist and buck in a seemingly real attempt to escape.
"You almost look like you want to get away," he whispered to her. "You're more of an actress than I thought you were."
"I was trying to," Carol replied. "They told me there were only going to be two men with me."
"You mean that black guy's going to rape you?" he asked, looking at the screen, where the black was pushing her legs up past her hips.
"No, silly. I knew he'd be there. There weren't supposed to be two white guys, though."
Jim nodded and mumbled something to her, but his mind was on the picture in front of them. The man had forced Carol's legs almost back to her head now, and the camera zoomed in to give a shot of her naked cunt. The picture stayed there for a few seconds as Carol jerked her ass around on the bed. Then a thick cock came into view from the left of the screen. Jim sucked in his breath and squeezed Carol's tit hard as the swollen head of the prick made contact with the outer lips of Carol's helpless pussy. The black reached down with his hand and spread the lips of her cunt further apart, and, with a short flick of his hips, buried the head of his cock inside the tight hole.
Carol's hips bucked even harder as the camera kept the close-up of the cock slowly inching up her stretching hole. Jim watched as the pink lips of her pussy slid up the man's cock, until only the base of it and his balls were left in view. Slowly, wiggling it back and forth, the man pulled his cock back out of Carol's pussy as the pink folds of flesh seemed to grasp at it, trying to hold it in. In and out, in and out went the cock ever so slowly, until finally a thin film of Carol's pussy juice could be seen covering the shaft. She must be liking it, Jim thought. He knew he was certainly getting hot looking at it.
As the camera slowly pulled away from the close-up, Jim slipped his hand inside the top of Carol's dress and began rubbing his fingers on the already hard nipple of her tit. Carol moaned softly and quickly unzipped his pants. Her hand pulled out his straining cock and began stroking up and down its length. He was tempted to screw her right now, but the action on the screen was too interesting to miss.
Jim could see all four people now, and he thrilled at the sight of Carol's body under the pumping black stud. She was obviously becoming more and more willing as she began thrusting her hips up to meet the lunges of the cock pistoning into her. Her long blond hair was spread sensuously across the pillow, and when the men sitting on the edge of the bed released her arms, she ran her fingers through her hair in a gesture of complete abandon.
The two onlookers were fast to contend for her full lips, as they both knelt on the bed and placed their cocks across her face. Carol didn't want to disappoint either of them, though, so she grabbed one in each hand and brought them together right over her mouth, where she began to run her tongue between them. She also grabbed both pairs of balls and started squeezing them. All the while the black man was having the time of his life fucking her and licking all over both her tits.
Jim was getting hotter and hotter as he watched the assault on Carol's beautiful body. She certainly was wild for sex, as the title said. As she ground her hips up against the black's pelvis, she slipped the cock of the heavy-set white guy in her mouth and began sucking on it hard. The other guy didn't want to miss out on the action, though, and with some silent words to the other two men, he began to roll Carol onto her side.
The black found it hard to keep his cock buried in Carol's dripping pussy as she was turning, but a close-up shot showed that he kept at least the head in all the time. The cock in Carol's mouth didn't leave either, and as she got comfortable on her side, the last man climbed on the bed behind her and spread the two large globes of her ass, revealing the tiny brown hole. The camera again zoomed in for a close-up as the man put his cock to the hole and shoved his hips forward.
Carol began to jerk wildly on the bed as the hard cock ground into her tight ass. Jim had never stuck his cock in there, but he was getting eager to as he watched her reaction to the intruding prick on the screen. He liked girls to throw themselves around like that; it got him even more excited. He decided right then and there that he would screw Carol's ass as soon as the film was over.
"Did you like that cock in your ass?" he whispered huskily as he watched the man's prick disappear completely into her stretched asshole.
"I like it better in my cunt," she replied, "but it's all right there once' in a while." She continued to rub his cock up and down, but she didn't want to go too fast for fear he might squirt all his cum on her hand.
Jim stared at the screen now as it was obvious that everyone there was going to climax at just about the same time. The black was jamming his hips violently into Carol's, and the guy in her ass was fucking her hard, too. He could see Carol's head moving in short jerks, but the mammoth cock fucking into her mouth was just barely visible over her shoulder. Then, as the camera closed in for a crotch shot, the black rammed his cock into Carol's cunt right up to the balls, holding it there as he shot his load into her hungry pussy. It seemed like his cock would never stop throbbing as the skin on his balls stretched time after time, signaling that more and more cream was being pumped into her. If that wasn't enough, the cock in her ass started to jerk too, so that she was being shot full of hot cum in both her holes.
Jim was just about ready to cum himself as he watched the black cock slowly pull from the hairy hole of Carol's cunt. It was slimy, covered with Carol's juice. He started pumping his cock in and out again as they both enjoyed the last few spasms of their orgasms. The man in her ass was apparently finished already; he had stopped pumping completely.
Although her cunt and ass had been filled, Carol wasn't finished yet. When it was evident that the action between her legs was winding down, the picture changed to her mouth, where that huge cock was sliding wetly in and out. The scene changed just in time, too, because 'the cock had gone in and out just twice when Carol stopped fondling the heavy balls and squeezed them tightly. At the same time, the man's cock plunged deep down her throat as she turned her head to get as much of it as she could inside. Then that cock too began to jerk, and as the first spurts of thick cum washed down Carol's throat, she pulled her mouth back so that the tip of his cock was just between her lips. She then began to jerk him off with her hand as shot after shot of cum pulsed between and over her lips, some of it drooling down the side of her face.
Jim couldn't take any more of this visual stimulation. "Let's get undressed," he whispered as he watched Carol suck the large head of the man's cock into her mouth to swallow the last few drops of his cum. Carol nodded, and they both stood and quickly stripped. Jim then pulled her onto the couch and kissed her open mouth, running his tongue deep into her throat. He grabbed her full breasts with both hands and squeezed them tightly.
"Ohhh, that's good. Suck them, lover, suck them hard." He needed no urging to feast on those tasty pink nipples, and he sucked first one, then the other of them into his mouth, pausing a second at each one to chew on it lightly.
Carol, meanwhile, had grabbed Jim's balls and was squeezing them roughly. At any other time it would have hurt him, but now it got him hotter. He wasn't ready for her next move though, and he jumped as he felt a finger probe at his asshole.
"Don't you like that?" Carol whispered as she tongued his ear.
"Sure, but be careful you don't cut me with your nails," Jim replied.
"Oh, lover, how could I cut you by just doing this?" She worked her middle finger up to the first knuckle in his anus. He twisted his hips at the intrusion, but it definitely felt good. "I guess you can't," he muttered as he continued to alternate between her tits.
"Does darling little wife Marilyn ever do this for you, lover?" Carol asked as she dug her finger further up his ass.
"Never."
"Don't you wish she would?" She was teasing him now. She knew he didn't like to fuck his wife anymore, and she liked to needle him about it once in a while.
"She'd never do it in a thousand years," Jim muttered as he was licking at her left tit. "She's too damn conservative."
"Well, it she won't do this, I know something else she'd never dream of doing." Carol said.
"What's that?" Jim wasn't expecting anything- he continued to mouth and lick her tits.
"This," Carol said, and pulled her finger from his ass. She dropped to her knees in front of him, then grabbed both his legs and spread them wide.
"You just watch the screen while I take good care of your asshole," she said, smiling at him. Jim was shocked. Although they had been balling for over a year now, their sex had always been rather conventional. It thrilled him to see this beautiful blonde dip her head between his widespread legs. She began to lick his balls first, running her tongue wetly around and under them, but she soon got to her primary target, and as Jim felt the hard point of her tongue make a ticklish contact with his anus, his cock felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through it. He had never had a girl lick his ass before. There were times in college when some girls he sixty-nined it with passed their tongues quickly over his ass, but it was nothing like this. Carol was licking his asshole like a cat, wetting the whole crack of his ass with her drooling tongue. It was great; he would certainly never have had the nerve to ask her to do this if she hadn't initiated it, even if he did own her.
Carol was enjoying her work between Jim's legs, and she reached up and grabbed his cock as she licked away. She started to slide her hand up and down his shaft to keep it hard; she wanted to have his cock ready for action.
As Carol was licking Jim's ass, she had a feeling that he wasn't watching the screen like she told him to. She peered up at him over his cock, and found that she was right. He had his head on the back of the couch and his eyes were tightly closed.
"Hey, watch the movie," she called to him. Jim didn't want to-he was just picturing her tongue licking at the tight hole, and that was keeping him hot enough. But she seemed to want him to watch her movies for some reason, so he opened his eyes and looked.
What he saw made his eyes bulge out of his head. There on the screen was a young girl of perhaps thirteen; she had her head down between Carol's legs. Jim had seen movies of lesbians before, but he had never seen such a young girl eating another girl's cunt, and he would have never guessed that Carol was bisexual.
The film, though, seemed to prove that she was. The young girl, who had short brown hair, was lying full length across Carol's body, her head between her legs. Jim watched as she tongued the older girl's clitoris and then licked the sparsely haired folds of her young pussy. He forgot for a moment that Carol must have been around eighteen herself at the time. The camera was looking right up between her widespread legs; Jim could see every detail of her cunt as the younger girl licked and kissed every inch of it. She then lowered her head to Carol's wet hole and pressed her mouth into it. Jim couldn't see much of the actual sucking, but he could tell that the girl was working her mouth over Carol's pussy. She was sucking her juice right out, he thought, and he had an urge to do the same right now to the older Carol who was on her knees in front of him. But she was doing such a good job that he hated to disturb her; besides, the screen had become interesting.
As Jim continued to watch, the camera moved up the younger girl's body, showing her small tits pressed into Carol's stomach, and showing Carol's larger breasts crushed into her own. He watched in fascination as the girl's ripe young ass came into view, and he could now see Carol's head over the other girl's thigh. The camera had a better angle this time; the girl's pussy was above Carol's eager mouth, revealing every detail of the lesbian contact between the lips of the girl's hairless slit, and Carol's kissing and sucking lips. The picture zoomed in for a close-up as the girl's ass writhed over Carol's face. Jim caught his breath as he watched Carol's tongue lick its way up the tender slit, finally licking at the young vagina. Carol reached in with her hands and spread the lips of the girl's pussy and the cheeks of her ass apart at the same time. She then clamped her mouth tightly over the hole and speared her tongue deep into the other girl's cunt.
Jim couldn't take any more as he watched Carol's tongue come out of the girl's cunt as she pulled her mouth ever so slightly away. He grabbed Carol by the shoulders and pulled her on top of him.
"You fucking sexy bitch," he said, kissing her neck.
"Mmmm, I love that kind of talk," she said throatily. "What else am I?"
Jim continued to kiss her neck while he moved his hand down between their bodies until he reached her slit. He slid the middle finger down through the moist crevice and began flicking it over her clit. "You're a goddamn pussy-sucking queer, too."
Carol reached down and grabbed his cock. She spread her legs over his stomach and slid down until she could position the head of Jim's cock right at her moist hole.
"Bet' you'd like it in there right about now, wouldn't you?" she teased.
Jim kept kissing her neck, but while he was doing it, he looked past her head to the action on the screen. "Why don't you put it in while I enjoy your talents as an actress?" He was enjoying the film. The camera still gave a close-up of Carol's sucking mouth on the other girl's slit, and as Jim watched, the younger girl started rolling her hips around on Carol's chest. Carol clamped her mouth to her pussy then and shot her tongue up the girl's slit. When she pulled it away, Jim could see a thick white coating on her tongue and lips.
"Do you like sucking on pussy like that?" he asked as he slid his tongue in her ear.
Carol moaned and slid down on Jim's cock, sending it halfway into her clasping pussy. "I love it," she whispered in his ear. "I like to know what I taste like when men eat my cunt, so I have to eat cunt to find out."
Jim laughed at her logic. As far as he knew, all girls tasted a little bit different, although she probably did get a good idea of what a man went through when he had his head stuck between her legs.
"And how many men have sucked you off?" he asked her. He wasn't jealous or anything, but the thought of other men eating her beautiful little cunt made him more excited.
"Oh, about five or six," Carol moaned as she pushed her hips down farther. She now had all of Jim's cock in her pussy.
"Did you like all of them?" Jim asked as he grabbed both her tits and squeezed them hard. He had wanted to stick his cock in her ass, but that could wait now.
"Ohhhhh, yes," Carol moaned into his ear. She started to pump her hips, and she liked the feeling of their stomach and pubic hair rubbing sensuously together.
"Would you rather get fucked or sucked?"
"Fucked now, sucked some other time," she replied. "I like everything with you. You can suck me off after you give me some scum."
Her words pushed Jim to the brink of his explosion. He looked at the screen once more, but it was blank. With the way she was fucking him, though, he didn't need any visual stimulation.
"I hope you're ready now, baby, 'cause I can't hold out much longer."
"Oh, cum! I want it up me before I cum. I'm gonna squeeze that big fucking cock of yours bone-dry, you stud. Ohhhh ... "
Jim grabbed Carol's ass and held it down while he arched his hips upward. The pressure in his loins continued to build to a raging flood, and when it reached its peak, Jim felt his cock begin to jerk wildly, and a torrent of white-hot cum flowed deep into Carol's cunt. She had remained still for the first few spurts, but as the thick staff of flesh that spread her legs continued to fill her pussy with cum, Carol began to bounce her hips onto Jim's pelvis. It wasn't easy because he held them so tightly, wanting to unload as deep as possible into her. But Carol couldn't take being held down at a time like this.
"Let my ass go, Jim, let me move it," she whispered desperately. He obliged and began kneading her tits while she started to buck wildly on his cock. She thrashed her ass from side to side, and up and down, while beating off her passion. Jim could feel her cunt contracting violently even with all the bouncing and heaving. His cock, which had emptied the last shot of cum into her cunt, was getting so wet and slippery with her love juice that he didn't think it would stay in while she came. But every time Carol seemed to buck too hard, and twist her hips too far, she would immediately grind them down on him again, sending his cock deep up her hole again. Jim thought he had cum a long time, but Carol kept writhing and squirming her hips on his stomach for a full two minutes. When her cunt gave its last weak squeeze, she finally quit riding him and collapsed across his body, so that just her ass and stomach were on him, with his cock still poked about an inch in her drenched cunt.
"Wow, you didn't pull any punches, did you?" Jim teased as he stroked her hair. He was glad she didn't.
Carol turned her head toward him and smiled weakly. She pulled herself back on top of him. "I didn't feel you quit either, baby." She kissed him, running her tongue in his mouth.
"Don't exaggerate too much," he said when the kiss ended.
"I'm not exaggerating. You really filled me up."
"Not as much as those guys in the picture did," Jim said.
Carol glanced behind at the screen, which was white. "I better go shut the projector off before the bulb burns." She got off the couch and turned the light on, and the projector off.
"Do you really like licking another woman's cunt?" Jim asked as she walked back to him.
"Sure, why shouldn't I?" She sat down next to him and grabbed his limp cock. "But I like these things better."
"I could see that you started liking them pretty early. How old were you when you made those stags?"
"You mean art films, don't you?" she said, laughing. "God, you're nosy. I told you I just got out of high school, so you can figure I must have been around eighteen, right?"
Jim tweaked one of her nipples, causing her to yelp. "Don't get smart with me, you little bitch," he said. He pulled her head to him and kissed her again. "How come you like to eat cunt?"
"I like to, that's all. It's sex, and I like sex."
"Think you'd like to fuck a dog?" Jim asked.
"Oh shit, how sick can you be, huh? Fuck a dog?"
"Well, it's sex," he mocked.
"Come on. I meant straight sex and you know it. Human sex." She got two cigarettes from the end table and lit them.
"Did you like that black guy's cock in your cunt?" Jim took a cigarette from her.
"Did I look like I liked it?"
"It looked like you loved it."
"All right, then I loved it. Hey, why the third degree tonight?" She looked at him with a puzzled expression on her face. He had never asked her anything about her sex life before tonight, and one reason she hadn't showed him her films until tonight was because she thought they might scare him off, But she thought they knew each other well enough by now so that he would understand how free and liberal she was about sex, and accept it. Maybe he wasn't ready to yet.
"I'm just curious," Jim said calmly. He had a good thing going with Carol, and he didn't want to ruin it by appearing jealous. He had felt a slight pang of jealousy when he first viewed the three men on the screen ravishing her young body, but it had quickly been overshadowed by the excitement he derived from watching her in action.
Carol was sitting back on the couch now, eyeing Jim suspiciously. "You aren't jealous or anything, are you, Jim?"
"Not a bit," he said, looking into her eyes. "In fact, that film really got me hot."
She laughed. "I can tell that. I'm still leaking." He laughed at her frankness.
"I was just curious about you, that's all," he said, becoming serious. "You know, we've never really known too much about each other, and our sex has been pretty conventional, so I don't really know what you're like. Oh, I know you love to fuck," he said, waving his hand in the air as if to brush away some imaginary protests, "but I don't know how you really feel about sex. Am I making any sense?"
Carol nodded. "I know what you mean, and I felt the same way every now and then. I'll tell you anything you want to know about me, though, so you don't have to wonder anymore."
"I'll return the favor," Jim said. "Let me get us some drinks first." He walked to the small bar. mixed two drinks, and brought them back. "I'd like to know why you like to eat cunt, like I said before. I don't like to suck cock, so why do you like to eat cunt?"
Carol responded by asking him a question. "How do you know you don't like to suck cock? Have you ever tried it? I know I like to suck it."
"No, I've never tried it, and I don't intend to." He put his hand on her thigh and began kneading the flesh there.
"Why not?" Carol asked. "How do you know you wouldn't like it?" Jim shrugged. "Wait a minute, I'm being unfair." Carol said softly. "I'm the one who's supposed to be answering the questions, not asking them. You want to know why I like to suck cunts, right? Okay, I'm going to tell you the whole story." She paused to put down her drink and take a puff on her cigarette, then she turned back to Jim and began fondling his balls.
"When I was about sixteen," she began, "my little sister came home crying one night when my parents weren't there. She was only twelve at the time, and still didn't know anything about sex. She told me some older boys picked her up while she was walking home from her girlfriend's house and took her to a house on the other side of town. She said they made her take her clothes off and lay down on a couch. Then one of the boys stripped and began licking her cunt. She had had guidance courses in school and everything, you know, so she wasn't ignorant of what to expect. She didn't know how strong a girl's sexual appetite was, though, until one guy ate her out."
"Did they rape her?" Jim asked.
"You would think so, but they didn't. She said the guy kept sucking her pussy until she had what must have been an orgasm, and then they let her rest awhile. She said that all of the guys stripped then and made her get up while they sat down on the couch. Then she had to kneel in front of all of them and suck them off. She had four loads of cum in her stomach, and two of the guys wanted her to do it again, but the guy who drove said his parents would be home soon, so they didn't have time. One of the guys did insist on sucking her cunt though, and she came for the second time in her life with three other guys watching."
"Must have been pretty traumatic for her," Jim said as he slipped-his fingers further up Carol's thigh. She opened her legs obligingly and let him feel her wet pussy.
"It could have been," she continued. "But she said these guys were polite to her all the time, even while they were ordering her around. She said one of them told her not to worry, that they weren't going to take her cherry. They just wanted a girl to suck them off 'cause none of them had dates that night.
"Well, Sue said that they drove her home and even gave her five dollars to buy something with. I don't like whores, and I don't like rapists, but I have to admit that for young kids they were pretty considerate."
"You're damn right," Jim said. "She could have wound up in a ditch somewhere."
"That's what I told her," Carol replied. "I told her she was really lucky. Then I asked her how it felt to have her cunt licked. She beat me to that one-at the time I had only been fucked twice, and I never even let a boy get his mouth close to my slit."
"My, my, how time changes some people," Jim teased.
Carol laughed. "I guess it does. Well, she said she loved it. I told her to come upstairs with me and show me her cunt so I could see if any of them bit her or anything, and we went upstairs to my room and locked the door. She stripped, and I did too 'cause I was going to take a shower. She sat down on the edge of my bed and spread her legs. I just looked at her cunt first, and at that age it isn't too much to look at, but then I started kissing it. She didn't say anything, so I thought if those boys could do it, so could I, and I sucked her off."
"Did you like it that first time?" Jim asked as he pushed a finger up her wide hole.
"It was different, and it did get me excited. Not like having a boy to play around with, though. Anyway, Sue was so hot then that she asked me if I wanted her to suck my cunt, and who was I to refuse? After that one night we sucked each other off at least once a week for the next two years, and then we made that movie together." Carol nodded toward the projector.
"You mean that was your sister?" Jim didn't know why, but it seemed funny to see them eating each other out.
"Sure." Carol picked up his balls again and began squeezing them. "She made her own film with two young guys right after that. You should have seen her fuck, wow!"
"That's quite a story," Jim said. He took their glasses and put them on the table, then put their cigarettes out, "And just what are you doing?" Carol demanded. "Well, your story got me so hot that I thought I'd fuck you." He smiled at her, and pushed her back on the couch.
"Don't you want to know any more about me?" -she asked.
"Some other time," Jim said. "Right now I want you to spread those beautiful legs of yours and show me what you're made of."
Carol quickly spread her legs, putting one on the back of the couch and one across Jim's leg. She pulled him down to her and thrust her hips up at the same time. Her aim was almost perfect, as she felt the smooth head of his stiff prick jab into her slit just above her clit. She quickly raised her hips a little so that her wet, open hole was right in position.
"Just a minute," Jim said. "I want to stick it in your ass this time."
Carol looked surprised. He had never done that to her, but she could guess what gave him the idea.
"Have you ever done it before?" she asked.
"I tried it with Marilyn once, but she screamed like hell. You seemed to like it in that film."
"It's all right for a change," she said, looking away. She glanced down between their bodies at his cock that was pointed right into the heart of her furry mound. She would have liked that big thing up her cunt again, but if he wanted to ass-fuck her, he might as well find out what it was like.
"Jim, why do you want to do this?"
"I just thought I'd like to try it," he said, looking into her eyes for some sign of unwillingness. He found none, but he thought he'd better ask anyway. "If you don't want to, we won't."
"No, it's okay. I want to," she said. Carol tilted her hips up more so that they were almost off the couch. "I like it better like this than from behind though, if you don't mind."
"Not at all," Jim said. He reached down and felt her fleshy cunt, then slipped a finger into her anus. "God, is it tight. How do I get it in?"
Carol smiled at his innocence, which she was sure he was only faking. She reached between them and grabbed his cock. After stroking it a few times, and thinking again that she'd rather have it in her cunt, she put the head of it right against the rubbery ring of her anus.
"There. Now all you have to do is push, but don't go too fast. If you don't go too fast, then you don't have to listen when I tell you to stop." She winked at him, and he smiled at her knowledge of what turns a man on. She must have had a lot of practice in finding out, but he was glad she did. She was five times as good at sex as Marilyn.
Jim got down on top of Carol and began licking and sucking her tits. He stared to push his hips forward slowly; Carol responded by matching his rhythm. She even reached around and pulled one cheek of her ass to the side to make it easier for him. She knew from experience that it hurt like hell for both the man and woman when it first went it, and she wanted to ease the expected pain in any way she could.
Jim kept flexing his hips, but he thought his cock would never get into that small hole. Just as he was becoming certain of it, though, the head of his prick broke through the outer ring of her rectum and popped inside.
"There," Carol said, relieved that the first part was over. "Now go slowly and you'll get it in all the way." Jim followed her advice, and his cock ground inch by inch up her dry hole. Finally, though, he could feel his balls smack against her buttocks, and he thrilled at the sensation of having his thick rod crammed all the way into this girl's tight, clinging ass.
"Did it hurt much?" he asked when he caught his breath.
Carol shook her head. "Hardly at all. Now you can fuck the shit out of me." She laughed at the joke as Jim shook his head slowly, smiling at her wit, but frowning at the bad pun. He didn't want any words now, though, as he began to pump his cock in and out of her ass, which was becoming looser and looser with every thrust. He started slowly at first, but as the tenseness in his balls increased, he began to pound his cock harder and harder into her, his balls slapping against her ass.
"Yes, that's the way to fuck it, ohhhhh ... yesss," Carol moaned. She was matching him thrust for thrust, flinging her ass up hard against his battering cock and thighs. She reached a hand between her legs and began fingering her pussy in rhythm with the cock in her ass. She was rapidly climbing to an intense climax, and she soon had two fingers in her steaming cunt, rubbing and scratching the soft walls as the pressure behind them built.
"Jim ... are you, oh God ... going to ... " she wanted to finish the sentence, but she was breathing too heavily now, and her throat was getting dry from the air she was sucking in. He understood her, and began to pound violently against her upturned ass. Just the sight of her beneath him made him wilder than he had been earlier, and he wanted to blast his hot cum deep into her beautiful ass.
Jim stopped sucking her breast as he felt his cock begin the first light throbs that preceded the flood. All he could do was grunt softly as he felt the first stream of liquid fire surge into her impaled asshole. Again and again his cock jerked violently as load after load of cum spurted into Carol's ass.
She didn't stay still while he was emptying his balls. When she felt the cum, spurt into her sensitive rectum, Carol's cunt began to squeeze and release a flood of its own hot juice all over her imbedded fingers. She bounced up against his cock; her cunt contracted frantically around the artificial cock her fingers had formed, sending wave after wave of pleasure shooting through her churning body.
Both of them continued to lunge at each other as their orgasm went on and on. Jim found Carol's open mouth as she was rolling her head back and forth, and thrust his tongue deep in her throat. She was too intent on what was happening between her legs to fool around with his tongue, and as he licked it around inside her mouth, she kept her own tongue passive. Jim didn't pay much attention-he was more concerned with his exploding prick.
Finally, as the energy drained from both their bodies, Jim began to slow his humping. Soon his cock quit its jerking, and he collapsed on Carol's spent body. They lay there for a minute, catching their breath; then Jim rolled off her and sat up.
"You really wore me out, you know," he said. He put his head in his hands as he leaned forward.
"You're the one who wore me out," she replied. "Why don't we go to bed and sleep awhile?"
"I'd like to, but I better be getting back home. I hope Marilyn won't want anything tonight, 'cause she's not going to get it if she does."
Carol got up and sat next to him. "She can't be that bad of a lay. She has a good body."
Jim looked at her and smiled. "I bet you'd like to see more of it, eh?"
"Why not? I wouldn't mind fooling around with her-we're fairly good friends. Hand me my drink, will you?"
"How can you be her friend if you're fucking behind her back?" he asked as he gave her the drink.
"It isn't my fault she can't please her husband," Carol said innocently. "And besides, you're the one fucking me behind her back. As far as I'm concerned, she can watch if she wants to."
Jim laughed and got his own drink. "She'd really flip then."
"Have you talked her into going to that party yet?" Carol asked.
"She'll never go. I told you, she thinks that once you're married you have to stay in one bed all the time."
"Do you want me to try talking her into it? I think if she goes to the party and gets another cock in her you'll really notice a difference."
Jim sat back and considered her proposal for a few seconds. Why shouldn't he let her? He wanted Marilyn to have a freer sex life, and maybe Carol would be just the person to persuade her to go to the party next Saturday. And he supposed he could live with the idea of his wife eating Carol's cunt, which he was sure would be one of Carol's motives for wanting to persuade her.
"All right, why don't you try," he said finally.
"Good," Carol said, her face brightening. "If you don't mind too much, though, I'd like to do it my own way." She looked at him, waiting for permission. He gave it to her.
"You mean you're going to seduce her and show her what sex is all about, right?"
"You don't mind?"
"No. Maybe that's what she really wants."
"I doubt it," Carol said. "I know she's no lesbian."
"How do you know? Have you tried it before?" Jim asked.
"No, but we undressed one time last summer in the same room to go swimming. You know, at my friend's house. She hardly even looked at me, and if she was queer she wouldn't have been able to look at anything else." Carol smiled and finished her drink.
Jim watched her drain the glass. That was the main reason he found her so irresistibly sexy. She was so aware of her sexuality, almost conceited about her sculptured body, so that she exuded sex no matter where she was or what she was wearing. It was something very few women had, and even less knew how to use properly, but Carol was friendly and teasing at the same time, the kind of girl you just ache to throw down and fuck right where they stand. Jim had felt that way when he first met her, but she had liked him enough to make such a drastic seduction unnecessary.
"Well, do the best you can," Jim said. "But don't get her hooked on your cunt."
"You mean you think I'm more attractive than you are, Jimmy boy? Where's your confidence?"
He got up and began dressing. "When it comes to sex," he said slowly, "you are sexier than anyone I know, including myself."
"I think that's a compliment," Carol said. She started to put her clothes on too. "Look, why don't we set it up for next Wednesday? You can get out around seven or so, and I'll come over and see what I can do to change her mind."
Jim finished dressing and brought the glasses their drinks were in to the kitchen. "That sounds good to me. By the way, why are you dressing? Expecting someone else here tonight?"
Carol stood still for a few seconds, staring at him blankly. She had everything on but her dress, but she quickly stripped again. "There, that's better," she said. "I wasn't thinking. Want to carry me to bed?"
Jim picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, where he gently set her down on the small bed. "I'm glad you have that couch out there," he said. "We'd have a hell of a time making it on this thing." He kissed her mouth, and then licked each nipple lightly with the tip of his tongue.
"That's a nice good-night kiss," she purred. She didn't want to tell him that she had balled two other guys on the bed he thought was too small. He doesn't have to know everything, she thought.
Jim pulled the covers over her and turned out the light. "Don't forget to lock the bedroom door too," she called out. "I don't want anyone getting a free piece while I'm sleeping." Jim laughed.
"If someone started screwing you, you wouldn't be sleeping very long," he said. "Good night."
"Good night." He closed and locked her bedroom door, then locked the outside door as he walked out into the brisk night air.
CHAPTER THREE
Marilyn woke early the next day. Jim was next to her in bed, but she hadn't heard him come in. It must have been late, she thought. She looked at him for a few seconds, but all she could see was the back of his head.
She got up and went downstairs. As she fried the bacon for their breakfast, she thought about her plan for going to the party. She had thought about it last night before she was able to go to sleep, and she wasn't sure then whether it would be such a good idea. After all, there were many other things to married life besides sex. There was the security of a good home, and she never had to worry about money because Jim was pretty successful at selling land. She could at least count on him coming home at night, even if it was so late she didn't know he was there until morning. Maybe if she just ignored his unfaithfulness, he would find sexual satisfaction with Carol and be able to live with the arrangement.
But how long could that last? she asked herself. If she kept letting him get his sex somewhere else, maybe he wouldn't come home some night. He might even try for a divorce, and with the new laws out, she probably wouldn't get too much alimony. And besides, she did need sex just as much as he did, even more. How long could she keep seeing Frank without Jim finding out? Perhaps if we had a child, she thought, then quickly dismissed it. Both she and Jim had made it clear that they didn't want any children for at least the first five years of marriage, and possibly never. Marilyn couldn't stand the thought of being tied down with a baby, and she was against the idea because that was one of the stereotype pictures of what a good wife should be- nothing but an overgrown babysitter. She found the thought of motherhood sickening.
She finished the bacon and started on the eggs. Maybe if she talked it over again with Jim, told him she knew about him and Carol, and that she didn't mind as long as they were discreet about the affair. Of course, he would want to know how she found out, and she certainly couldn't tell him that Frank had told her. She looked out the kitchen window at the side of the house next door. Maybe the party would help things. Maybe Jim would love her more if he could see that she was ready to get rid of her hang-ups and start swinging with him. After all, he was obviously bored with her, and she was certainly dissatisfied with him.
Marilyn finished the eggs and put two plates on the table. I should let him sleep until it's good and cold, she thought while she stared at the food. She went upstairs and woke her husband, then came down and started eating.
"Good morning," Jim said as he stumbled sleepily into the kitchen. Marilyn was angry at just the sight of him, but she couldn't let it show. They had enough troubles without her losing control.
"Good morning," she said pleasantly. "Must have been some card game last night."
Jim sat down across from her. "It wasn't bad."
"Did you win anything?"
"No, we all broke about even." He smiled. "I got some pretty good hands, though."
Marilyn looked hard at him as he started eating. He's probably laughing like hell at me inside, she thought. She fought her anger and continued her breakfast. "What are you going to do today?" As if I didn't know.
"The Lions-Bears game is on at one. Say, did the paper come yet?" He went to the door and came back with it. She hated when he read the paper at the table on Saturday. He had all day to read it.
"Well, I thought I'd go shopping today. I'd like to get a new dress." He kept reading. "Do you need anything?" He shook his head no.
Marilyn put her dish in the dishwasher and went upstairs. He was infuriating, so damn annoying that she could hardly stand it. She knew it wasn't her, too. What happened between her and Frank last night had nothing to do with the way Jim acted this morning. He had acted that way for months, and there was nothing she could do or say to prevent it. He deserved the surprise he was going to get next weekend, she thought.
The morning dragged by slowly, and when Jim started watching the football game, Marilyn went out. She wanted to get a dress for the party, a dress that wouldn't hide much.
She got the dress, along with some red lace bikini panties and an open nipple bra. She went home satisfied for the moment, hiding her purchases in the attic so Jim wouldn't find them. She then got a book and started reading, although she wasn't thinking about the words that her eyes were reading. The party was on her mind, and she wondered how all the men there would look at her when she came in with that dress on, and how they would stare when they saw her sexy underwear.
She fell asleep daydreaming, and when Jim went up to bed, he carried his wife with him. He felt sorry for her as he examined her limp body in his arms. He knew she loved him as much as she ever did, and it wasn't her fault that he had lost interest in her body. He was just the kind of guy who needed some strange stuff to be happy. He didn't know why, but that's the way he was, and she would have to live with it. But he sincerely hoped she would loosen her rigid morals and start having sex with other men. He knew she must be going through hell, but there was little he could do about it.
He set her down gently on the bed. He wouldn't try to undress her, because she would probably wake up. She just had her house dress on anyway. He looked at her passive face. She was pretty-her small mouth was always drawn in an odd smile, and her cute little nose and smooth cheeks were still sexy. But Jim rarely noticed them, and when he did think of how pretty she was, he immediately would think of Carol, who was just as pretty, and much sexier.
"I'm sorry," he whispered to Marilyn. "I still love you in a way, but ... "he tried to think of suitable words, but it didn't matter. She couldn't hear him anyway.
The week passed slowly for Marilyn. She spent most of her time at home thinking about the weekend. She was determined to go now, and she waited anxiously for Frank's call on Thursday to assure her he could take her as planned.
Meanwhile, Jim and Carol were both looking forward to Wednesday night. As the rest of the people in the office went home after work Tuesday, they stayed behind, supposedly to work on a land contract that had become involved in a suit.
"Well, we're alone at last," Jim said as Frank went out the door. "Let's go in the boss' office." He went to her desk and took her by the arm.
"Please, Mr. Carter," she said indignantly. "We're in the window. What will people say?"
Jim led her into Mr. Jenkin's office and closed the door. "Now no one can see us, Miss Vernegy, so you have nothing to worry about." He began to pull her to him.
"Wait a minute, lover boy," she said, pushing him away. "What about the front door?" Jim turned immediately and went to lock it. He came back and grabbed her again.
"There. Now we're safe, okay?"
She answered him by pulling his head down and mashing her open mouth to his.
"This will have to be quick tonight," Carol said when the kiss ended. She began to take her skirt off.
"What's the rush?" Maybe she has a date, Jim thought. But he doubted it. She liked sex, but as far as he knew-and she had told him-the only time she had sex other than with him during the past year was when they were at that party a month or so back. She wasn't sneaky about it; in fact, he had watched while she sucked a guy off right next to him. Then she even helped another girl take off his clothes. That was one thing he wouldn't have to worry about with her. If she was going to screw someone else, she would tell him.
Carol got her skirt off and pulled her panties down to her ankles. She stood there in her blouse, garter belt and nylons. If Marilyn ever acted like that, Jim thought as he looked at the completely unashamed girl in front of him, I'd fuck her silly.
"I have to go downtown tonight with my girlfriend. She wants to buy some clothes, and she wants me to give her my expert opinion on how they look." She laughed, then ran her tongue sensuously over her lips. With a flick of her right leg, she sent her panties flying at Jim. He caught them and put them in his pocket.
"Thanks," he said, "I've always wanted a pair of these."
"You have to give them back, you know." Carol walked slowly to him and put her arms around his neck. "I don't know what I'd do without them."
"I know what you'd do. And that's just what my price is for giving them back." He grabbed both of her tits while she undid his belt and pulled his zipper down. He stepped out of his pants as she pulled them off.
"I can see you're ready," she said, admiring the large bulge in his shorts. She reached up and grabbed it as she knelt in front of him. "Want me to get it wet?"
"Why don't we go on the couch first?"
He led her to the black leather couch and sat down. She knelt in front of him and slid his shorts off. Without wasting any time, she pulled on his balls and sucked his stiff cock into her mouth.
"You have to be the best cocksucker in the whole fucking world," Jim said as he felt the warm, wet circle of her lips surround his prick. She responded by wiggling her tongue inside the head a little way. She then began to lick up and down his throbbing shaft as she slipped a finger into her own wet pussy.
"Why don't we get on to the main course?" she said as she took her mouth from his cock and looked up at him. He pulled her on top of him and kissed her. She spread her legs across his stomach and started rubbing her slit against the tip of his prick.
"Let me get on top," Jim whispered in her ear. She got off him and stretched out on the couch with her legs lifted high in the air. "Like the view?"
"It couldn't be much better. I see you're wet already."
Jim settled down on top of her, and she promptly wrapped her legs around his ass. Probing awhile to find her hole, using the head of his cock as a guide, Jim finally rammed the full length of his staff into Carol's moist, tight cunt. He held it in all the way for a few seconds, then began slowly sliding it in and out of her slippery channel.
"You'd better start to pump harder than that!" she said as his tongue made little circles on her neck. "I'm ready to cum right now." He obliged her and began to pound his cock into her. At the same time, he reached around her ass and poked his middle finger into her anus.
"Ohhhhh, that's good!" Carol moaned breathlessly. She was beginning to buck wildly under him now, flinging her hips up against his ramrod so that his balls smacked wetly against her ass and his hand. At the same time she slid her hand down his back and into the crevice between his buttocks, where she quickly found the tight ring of his anus and pushed her finger inside, causing him to grunt with pleasure. She worked her finger inland out of his ass in rhythm with her thrusts against his cock, and soon had him as close to explosion as she was.
"Another few seconds," Jim whispered harshly. "Right about ... right ... about ... NOW!" His voice was somewhere between a grunt and a wild yell as he felt the first spurt of cum race through the length of his cock and explode into Carol's wet cunt. She had managed to hold back until he started squirting his love juice into her, and as she felt that first load splash off the walls of her steaming cunt, she started to cum, her pussy contracting again and again. She threw her head back as far as she could and rolled it from side to side as she arched her hips up to meet Jim's still jerking cock. He was licking her throat and tits as he felt the walls of her cunt seem to melt around his cock, bathing it in hot, sticky liquid. He continued to dig his finger in her anus as she was doing to him, and the sensation made his orgasm all the more intense. This was the way fucking should be. The thought flashed briefly in his mind as he strained to get every last ounce of cum into Carol's eager pussy. He loved the feel of her contracting cunt as he continued to shoot load after load into it, and they both bucked wildly as the last spasms shook their bodies in one final wave.
When he had finished emptying his balls into her, Jim rolled off and lay next to Carol. She sighed deeply and sat up.
"Don't you want to rest awhile?" Jim said. She got off the couch and got her panties from his pants pocket.
"I told you I was in a hurry," she said as she pulled them on. "Now hurry up off that couch and get dressed yourself." Jim did, and they were soon leaving the office together.
"Well, I've got it all set for tomorrow night," he said as he locked the outer door behind them. "I told Marilyn I was going bowling with Frank." They walked around the corner to the parking lot behind the building.
"Are you?"
"Yeah. We'll go bowling and have a few drinks after, so you'll have plenty of time with her."
"Are you sure you don't mind if we do happen to make love?" Carol asked as they reached her car. She got the keys out of her purse and opened the door.
Jim shook his head. "No, I won't mind. Marilyn needs some kind of sex, and I don't think she's ever had a woman before. We used to go to this night club before we were married, and they had lesbians on stage. She used to get pretty hot then."
"Good. If she's at least seen two women making love and got excited over it, there's a good chance she'll do it herself."
"My lover, the psychologist." Jim laughed as he closed the door for her. "Just make sure she doesn't like it too much."
"Why? I thought you didn't like her anymore, anyway."
"I don't especially. But I still don't want her getting queer."
"How about if she gets like me?" Carol asked. She gave him her best smug look.
"If she gets like you I'll give you a raise," Jim said.
"Watch that, lover. I'll tell Mr. Jenkins you're planning to take over."
"Yeah," he called as he walked to his own car, "and I know how you'd tell him, too."
Carol stuck her tongue out at him, then waved as she pulled out of the lot. It would be fun getting Marilyn to eat her out, she thought, especially if she had a load of Jim's cum still in her cunt. She shivered at the lewd thought; it would be exciting as hell, but she couldn't do that to Marilyn. She had nothing against her-in fact, she owed her a whole year of the best sex she had ever had with one man. If she could just convince her to go to that party with Jim, she was sure Marilyn would find a whole new world to married life. It was stupid to hibernate the way she did, and it was even dumber to simply wait until her husband felt like fucking her. Well, if I have anything to do about it, that's going to change, Carol thought. She turned onto the main street as Jim was pulling out of the lot. For a moment she wondered if she was beginning to fall in love with him, but she had no room for that in her life. Besides, he was already married, and she would do the best she could to help him stay married.
Marilyn was mad, but there wasn't much she could do. Jim had never gone out on Wednesdays before, and the thought of him seeing Frank while she stayed home alone was frustrating. She had thought that she would be able to wait until Saturday before she got sex hungry, but she had been wrong. Maybe at was a reaction to that great fuck she and Frank had last Friday, but Marilyn could feel the hunger growing in her loins since yesterday morning, and she was becoming more and more tense as the days dragged slowly by. She wished she was the one going out with Frank tonight, not Jim.
She sat on the couch and waited while Jim finished getting ready upstairs. She had almost lost control when he first told her he was going out tonight, but she managed to check herself in time. She didn't want Jim to detect the least bit of tenseness or anger in her this week. She had played the loving, sacrificing wife since Monday, and she was going to keep acting right up until Saturday night. She wanted him to be as shocked as possible when she showed up at the party.
Jim came down the stairs smelling of after-shave lotion, the one she liked. "Do you know how late you'll be?" she asked timidly.
"Oh, probably around eleven, maybe even a little sooner. We're just going to bowl maybe three games, that's all." Marilyn got up and followed him to the door.
"I'll wait up for you then," she said as he opened it. Jim turned around and smiled.
"All right, but if you get too tired-" and I'll bet you will- "just go to bed." He kissed her on the forehead and left.
Marilyn watched as he walked to their Buick in the drive, and wondered why he never parked it in the garage like he used to.
"Good-bye, my darling, sweet, considerate husband," she said as she closed the door. She locked it, and as she did a thrill ran through her. "Why not do it?" she said aloud.
She quickly decided in favor of her impulse and closed the drapes. She then stripped and lay down on the rug. It felt good to be naked here, right out in the middle of the house. A strange joy came over her as she arched her hips in the air and spread her legs. This was what she'd do Saturday night, she thought. She'd come in the room bare-assed and get down like this in front of Jim, pointing her pussy right at his goddamn nose. "This is what you could have had any time you wanted it," she said aloud as she turned toward the couch, pretending he was there. "Now you can't have it. I'm going to give it to any other cock in this room that wants to take it." She pictured Frank walking up to her and pulling that monstrous cock of his out and jamming it in her cunt. Jim would flip, she thought, as she rested her hips on the floor again. "Frank's prick makes his look like a toy, and I'm going to suck every last inch of it inside and make him cum for an hour." She was savoring the anticipated revenge and sadistic pleasure she would get from doing just that when the doorbell rang.
Marilyn jumped at the familiar chimes. She quickly pulled her housecoat over her head and grabbed her panties and bra. There was no time to put them on, so she stuffed them under the chair cushion.
The bell sounded again as Marilyn zipped herself and ran to the door. When she opened it she caught her breath in surprise. What was Carol doing there, right outside her door? She couldn't have come to see Jim. They can't get that open about it!
"Well, if you don't want to say hi, you can at least let me in," Carol said when Marilyn failed to return her greeting.
"I'm sorry," Marilyn said dazedly. "I was just thinking about something else." She opened the door wider and motioned for Carol to come in. "Did you want to see Jim?"
"Why would I want to see Jim?" Carol took her coat off and dropped it over a chair as she went into the living room.
"I thought you might have some business or something." Marilyn was still recovering from the shock of seeing Carol. The last time she had seen her was three weeks ago, and after what Frank told her about Carol and Jim, Marilyn wasn't sure how she'd react when she saw her "friend" again. Now she knew, and she was trying to suppress her feelings.
"No, this is a friendly call. I wanted to see you." Carol sat down on the couch, and Marilyn joined her.
"Me?" Marilyn began to regain her composure, although she found it hard to relax in the other girl's presence.
"Yeah. We haven't seen each other in over two weeks, you know. So how are things going?"
"All right, I suppose."
Carol knew she should lead up to it gradually, but she hated to beat around the bush when she had something to say. As in sex, she felt the direct approach was better, even when you risked being offensive.
"Marilyn, listen. There's something going on this weekend that you might be interested in. Frank told me about it at the office the other day. There's going to be a party this Saturday, and it's going to be completely open, if you know what I mean."
Marilyn looked at her suspiciously. "No, I don't know what you mean." She doubted that Frank had told her "the other day." She had probably known about it for weeks, at least as long as Jim had.
"Well, I mean it's going to be open sexually speaking." She smiled at Marilyn, who merely raised her eyebrows in mock surprise. "It's nothing wild or anything," Carol continued. "There won't be any creeps there either."
"Does Jim know about this party?"
"I suppose so. He's a good friend of Frank's. Has he said anything about it to you?"
You know damn well he has! Marilyn thought. She suddenly realized that it would be futile to show anger to her now. Since she was wise to Carol's game, she could play by the same rules.
"He mentioned something-about a party, but he didn't say what kind of party it was going to be," Marilyn lied.
"Are you going to go?"
"I don't think I'd like it," Marilyn said.
"Marilyn," Carol said, becoming serious, "why don't you try it? It may help you and Jim."
"How do you know we need help?"
Carol frowned. "I heard him and Frank talking about it at the office, but that's not important. You're still young and very pretty-"
"Thank you," Marilyn said curtly.
"What's wrong with you tonight?" Carol snapped. "If you want me to go just say so!" She got up and started to get her coat.
Marilyn felt sorry about the way she was treating her. After all, it wasn't her fault that Jim had found her desirable, and she supposed it was really more her own fault than Carol's that the affair had ever started.
"Carol, wait. I'm sorry." She got up and grabbed the other girl's arm as she was starting to put on her coat. "I'm just tense tonight. Why don't we have a drink?"
"Okay."
Marilyn went into the kitchen and mixed two highballs. If Carol wanted to be friendly, there was no reason not to be, she thought. After Saturday it would all be out in the open anyway. She wondered for a moment if Jim had sent Carol there tonight to try to persuade her to go, but she thought that was a little too blatant, although she wasn't considering that either of them knew that she was wise to their affair.
She brought the drinks in and sat next to Carol on the couch.
"I have some pictures in my purse you might like to see," Carol said softly.
Marilyn was relaxing now, and the drink was giving her a warm, comfortable feeling. "What are they of?" she asked as Carol took a small packet from her purse.
"I went to a party like the one Saturday and some guy brought a camera. These are some of the pictures he took. I stole them out of his pants pocket when he was busy with someone else. You don't have to look at them if you don't want to." She handed the packet to Marilyn, who quickly opened it. She had no intention of appearing too prudish in front of her husband's mistress.
"They might be interesting," she said as she pulled them out. "Well, I can see they are interesting." She looked at the top picture, which showed a couple eating each other out. The camera angle wasn't too good-it was from the side-but the woman was on top, so Marilyn could see her mouth wrapped around the man's cock. It made her think of last Friday, when she sucked Frank off. It felt good having him pump his cum in her mouth, and she was getting hot thinking about it.
Carol moved closer to Marilyn and looked at the pictures too. She touched her thigh lightly to hers, and when Marilyn didn't move at all, she pressed it harder against her.
But Marilyn was too engrossed in the pictures to pay any attention to Carol. She was looking at the next one now, and it showed a close-up of a cock in a cunt. In fact, it was so close it almost lost its effectiveness, but she still got a thrill from seeing a cunt spread like that around a stiff prick. She must be sitting backwards on it, she thought. She had done it like that with Jim several times before they were married, but never since.
Marilyn felt Carol's arm around her shoulder as she looked at the next picture. "Carol, isn't that you?" The picture showed a girl kneeling on a man's cock. Another man was kneeling over the supine man's head, and the girl was sucking on his cock.
"Yeah. I didn't know he took that one until I saw it myself."
"I didn't know your breasts were that large," Marilyn said as she examined the picture. "Look how far they hang down." She was getting really excited now. Carol sensed her desire and squeezed her shoulder. Now would be the best time to start something.
"They're not really that big," she said. "They just look that way in the picture."
"Pictures don't lie," Marilyn said. She continued to look at the picture, and especially at those drooping tits. They did look nice, she thought, and if she found them attractive, she could imagine what Jim thought about them.
"I'll bet you they look bigger in the picture than they do in real life," Carol said.
"It's a bet."
"All right. Close your eyes a minute." When Marilyn did, Carol stood up and quickly removed her blouse and bra. She sat down close to her again with only her short skirt on, and she made sure that was up nearly to her panties. She then pushed her bare thigh into Marilyn's, and again put her arm around her shoulder.
"Okay, you can open them now." Marilyn opened her eyes and turned her head slowly. When she saw those two globes of smooth flesh and the thick pink nipples, she couldn't help but stare at them and lean against Carol for a closer look.
"I think you lose," she whispered, licking her dry lips.
"No I don't ... look at the picture." Carol was getting hot with their little love-game, and she wanted to get Marilyn undressed as soon as possible and suck her cunt and tits and ... but, that could wait awhile. This was fun, too much fun-and too exciting-to rush through.
Marilyn lifted the picture weakly for both of them to see. She slowly rubbed her thumb over the tiny bud and brought it to attention. "That's what feels good," she breathed. "That's what that guy beneath me in the picture did while he fucked me."
Marilyn was fascinated by Carol's actions, and her use of the vulgar word excited her further. She could see why Jim liked to rub and suck her tits; they were so smooth and firm. Marilyn ground her hips into the couch. The rough material of the housecoat on her bare ass and cunt felt good, and she continued to writhe her hips until some of the cloth worked its way into her rapidly moistening slit.
Carol noticed Marilyn's movements, and she began to move her own hips. At the same time, she managed to use her leg to work Marilyn's housecoat a little way up her thigh, so that the first electrifying contact between their bare bodies was made. Both girls shivered as their warm thighs pressed into each other, and Carol's breath started coming in short, choppy gulps.
"Do ... do you think you'd ... ohhhh ... like to touch them?" she breathed throatily. She had wanted to control the situation when it happened, but it had been so spontaneous, and Marilyn was so, beautiful, so warm, that nothing but desire was left in her mind.
In answer to her urgent question, Marilyn reached out and lightly cupped Carol's breast. She was jolted by the sensuous smoothness of it. She had felt her own breasts before, but it was nothing like feeling the firm, pliant globe she was fondling now. Slowly, not wanting to rush through the pleasure she was getting from feeling Carol's breast, Marilyn ran her forefinger over the big nipple.
"Ohhh, that feels so good," Carol whispered slowly. She arched her back, causing her breast to mash against Marilyn's hand, sending a deep, lewd thrill through her body. Her touch is better than her husband's, she thought. It was much softer, much more tantalizing than Jim's rougher hand, and right now it was thrilling her more than his caress ever had.
While Marilyn moved her hand slowly on her breast, kneading it and pinching the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, Carol slid her left hand down the other girl's back and found the zipper of her housecoat. She pulled it down slowly, trying to avoid any snags, finally feeling it hit the bottom. Carol reached inside with her hand and began to feel the smooth hardness of Marilyn's back and shoulders. It wasn't long before she slid the material off her shoulders, causing a momentary break in contact between hand and breast as Marilyn shrugged her shoulders and let Carol pull the housecoat off. A shiver of cold and pleasure ran through her as Marilyn felt the air on her naked breasts. She quickly grabbed Carol's tit again, though, and continued massaging it and teasing the nipple.
As soon as Carol had pulled the material off Marilyn's arms, her eyes fastened on her melon-shaped breasts. She couldn't understand why Marilyn had thought her breasts were so large, because they were at least a cup size smaller than the giants she was looking at now. She didn't want to understand now, though; all she wanted to do was suck on one of those beautiful tits. But if she did, Marilyn might let go of hers, and she didn't want that to happen. She loved the feeling of her soft hand on her skin, and it was rapidly making her hungry for that hand on her drenched pussy.
Carol was content for a moment to simply feel Marilyn's tits. She reached her left hand around the other girl's body, and grabbed the other tit with her right hand. She marveled at their weight as she lifted and squeezed them together, forcing tiny moans of pleasure from Marilyn's throat. Carol had made love to several girls before, but none of them had tits that were as large and lust-provoking as Marilyn's. She liked to feel them, but she had to get her mouth on one of those dark nipples right now!
Gently, Carol pushed Marilyn back on the couch so that her head was lying on top of it.
"What ... are you going to do?" Marilyn whispered.
"I'm going to suck on your big brown nipples."
"Carol, I don't know ... ohhh ... Carol wait!"
But the other girl didn't. She quickly lowered her head and circled her lips around one of Marilyn's nipples and sucked it into her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh God! Carol, I-"
"You love it, right?"
"I ... ohhhh ... "
"Tell me you love it," Carol insisted. She again drew a nipple into her mouth and watched the lust growing on Marilyn's face.
"I ... I ... like your mouth on my breast."
"Doing what?"
"Licking ... sucking it ... ohhhh, bite it, please!"
Carol smiled to herself as she gently nipped on the erect nipple in her mouth. She began to feel Marilyn's other tit also, making the nipple on it stand upright too.
All that mattered to Marilyn was the tongue circling her breast and teasing her nipple until it was swollen and tender. She didn't think of Carol as another girl at the moment - she was someone, anyone, with a tongue that was driving her wild. And she wanted that tongue between her legs, where she was really getting hot.
"Do ... you want to undress me?" Marilyn offered. She knew there wasn't much she had left on. The housecoat was already down so far on her hips that her pubic hair was showing.
"I'll help you if you help me," Carol said. She slowly slid the housecoat down Marilyn's legs, staring at the thick bush of cunt hair as she did, and running her tongue wetly down the soft, tender in-sides of Marilyn's thighs.
"Ohhh ... "
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes."
"Spread your legs for me, honey."
Marilyn looked up at Carol, then sat up on the couch. "First I want you to be as naked as I am."
She stood up with the other girl, and as Carol ran her hands up and down her body, Marilyn undid the clasp of her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She then hooked her fingers in the elastic band of Carol's silk bikinis and slid them slowly down her legs.
"Do you like what you see?" Carol asked, her voice husky.
Marilyn stood again, still looking at the hair between the other girl's legs. "It looks ... good."
Carol reached for Marilyn and drew her down to the couch with her. She began to feel the smooth flesh of her hot thighs, which eagerly parted for the probing hand. At the same time, Marilyn was feeling Carol's bare thighs, and both girls managed to work their way up to the other's pussy at just about the same time. They both jumped as their fingers slid into hot cunt flesh that was so familiar, yet so strange to both of them.
"Let me ... oh God, I want to kiss you!" Marilyn pleaded.
Carol eagerly touched her mouth lightly to Marilyn's. Both girls moaned at the first tender contact of their lips. Carol slid her tongue out and ran it sensuously over Marilyn's full mouth, licking lightly at her upper lip and nose. Marilyn responded by letting her own tongue join Carol's, and both of them were soon jabbing and licking at each other as the girls increased the tempo of their fingering. Finally, Carol could no longer take the teasing, nerve-wracking play between their tongues. She needed a deeper, stronger fulfillment. With a small cry that showed her wildly building passion, Carol crushed her mouth down on Marilyn's as they fell full length on the couch.
Marilyn could sense Carol's urgency, and she, too, felt the overpowering need for immediate fulfillment. As Carol's tongue probed deep in her mouth, Marilyn licked the underside of it, nipped it with her teeth, sucked on it until she tasted a little of the other girl's saliva as it drooled into her mouth. She crushed her mouth harder into Carol's, trying to drink more of sweet juice as she opened her mouth as wide as she could to let Carol's tongue lick deep down her throat. At the same time, she pushed another finger into Carol's dripping pussy and began to simulate the pumping of a cock. Carol responded by doing the same thing to Marilyn, and the two girls were rocking and writhing against each other as they both raced to a climax.
But Carol wanted Marilyn's love juice in her mouth. She wanted to taste her as her pussy squeezed and contracted around her tongue. And she wanted to cum in her mouth too, to feel her suck the juice out of her own steaming cunt.
Without saying a word, Carol quickly withdrew both her fingers and her mouth from Marilyn's body and reversed herself on the couch. She paused only a second to admire the thick, swollen folds of Marilyn's pouting cunt, then she dipped her head between the other girl's legs and clamped her mouth tightly over the open, wet hole.
Marilyn shuddered violently as she felt the first lesbian contact of her life. She had always thought that oral-genital lovemaking would be the one thing that would prevent her from ever having sex with another girl, because the thought of another girl between her legs was repulsive to her. But as wave after wave of jolting pleasure raced through her body from the licking tongue that was buried deep inside her aching .pussy, she quickly changed her mind. All she could think of now was the building explosion in her loins, and the probing, licking, maddening tongue that would soon cause her to erupt. And as she lay there pushing her cunt against Carol's face, she felt a strong desire to give her the same pleasure she was receiving. Without a moment's hesitation, Marilyn grabbed Carol's ass and pulled her slit to her mouth. After licking the meaty outer lips, she pulled Carol's wet pussy to her lips and clamped her mouth tightly over the dripping hole.
They lay there side by side, each girl writhing and twisting her body against the other, trying to feel every inch of smooth skin. Marilyn reached down with one hand and began kneading Carol's breast, rubbing her thumb over the nipple and pulling the tiny bud away from the firm ball it was rooted to. Carol followed Marilyn's lead, and she was soon squeezing and pinching her breast too. But both of them concentrated on the slippery skin that was in their mouths, as each girl sucked furiously on the other's throbbing cunt. Marilyn delighted in the feel of Carol's mouth pressed tightly against her love hole, licking and sucking the juices that were flowing from her cunt walls. And she liked the feel of Carol's warm, soft pussy in her mouth too. It was so different from anything she had ever done before, and so exciting. She knew now why men liked to eat her out, why they tried to get their slobbering mouths between her honey-smooth thighs. It was to get at all that hot juice inside.
"Carol ... are you almost ready? I can't hold out any longer," Marilyn called from beneath the cunt flesh over her mouth.
"Yesssss!" Carol screamed. "Take it, take it!" She began to grind her pussy furiously against Marilyn's mouth, rubbing the swollen clit on the other girl's chin as she started to beat out her orgasm.
Marilyn sent her tongue as far as she could up Carol's hot, contracting cunt; she had to grab her ass so she could keep her mouth glued to the wet flesh. At the same time, she could feel her own cunt begin to tingle at the licking of Carol's tongue over her clit and cunt walls.
"Carol, I'm going to cum ... oohhhh God! I'm going to cum!" Marilyn moaned as she began to thrash her ass around on the couch too. Any further sounds she might have made were stifled by the wet, pungent cunt that was jammed into her mouth again as Carol crushed her crotch into Marilyn's face so she could finish licking off the rest of her juice.
For the next few seconds the only sounds in the room were the two hot, wet bodies slapping against each other, and the sucking sounds that came from mouths working frantically to suck every last drop of pussy juice into them. The couch also began to creak loudly as the two girls bucked and writhed in their lesbian embrace. Carol dug her finger into Marilyn's ass, hoping to keep her going; Marilyn did the same as she licked the last drops of juice from Carol's tiring pussy. Finally, both of them stopped moving, and their mouths began to relax against the spent cunts. Marilyn felt a love for Carol begin deep inside her, a love that was based entirely on sex. She wanted Carol again and again, wanted to suck her off like she had just done. To hell with Jim. He could fuck her all he wanted, but he would never know the thrill that only two girls could get from eating each other. And with that thought, Marilyn no longer felt any anger at all toward Carol. She was now her lover too, and only they could have sex like this.
Carol pulled her head from between Marilyn's legs and sat up on the couch. Marilyn quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her down so that her head rested on her shoulder.
"That was great, Carol," she whispered as the other girl began to rub her breasts again.
"It was. Is this the first time you've had sex with a girl?"
"Yes. How about you?"
Carol grabbed the nipple of Marilyn's right tit and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, causing her to jump. "No, I've done it a few times before. They're sensitive, aren't they?" she asked as she gently felt the nipple.
"You know it. How about yours?"
"The same way." Carol slid her hand off Marilyn's breasts and began rubbing her creamy stomach. "Did you like that?"
"I loved it. I never thought it could be like that between two girls." And she hadn't. The only time she had ever come close to touching a naked girl in college was at the sorority where she lived her junior year. They stripped one of the pledges, and Marilyn led her outside on the porch. The thought of making love to her had been the furthest thing from her mind then.
But Carol had opened up a whole new dimension to her sex life. As she lay there with her arm around the other girl, allowing her to explore her body, Marilyn wondered why she had let herself have sex with her. She couldn't say she had been seduced, because she was actually hotter than she had been with Frank when she saw those pictures Carol had. And when she caught sight of those beautiful tits of hers, there was nothing that could have kept her from having sex with Carol. It had been so spontaneous, with no warning at all, that she really didn't know if she would have gone through with it if she could have anticipated what was going to happen.
Now, though, with Carol's warm body pressed tightly into hers, and with her hand titillating her flesh, Marilyn felt ready to make love again. This time it wouldn't be spontaneous. It would be slow and deliberate, so that she could enjoy every sensation to the fullest.
"Carol, do you think you'd like to do it again?" Marilyn whispered. Carol looked up at her and smiled sleepily. She had gotten so relaxed laying there, feeling Marilyn's smooth, firm body, that she wasn't sure whether it would be nicer to simply go to sleep like this, or to make love again. But since Jim would be home in a few hours, she reasoned, sex would be better.
"Why don't we go up to the bedroom?" she said. It would be exciting eating Marilyn out in her husband's bed, arid the thought sent a shiver of anticipated delight through her.
"Okay." Marilyn sat up with Carol and they both put their arms around the other's waist as they walked to the stairs.
"Wait, I want to get my purse," Carol said, picking it up from the chair.
"You don't have to take your pill. I won't make you pregnant." They both laughed and went upstairs, feeling each other's breasts as they did.
"Marilyn, do you get a thrill thinking about what we're going to do?" Carol asked when they reached the door of the bedroom. "I mean, does it excite you to make love with me in Jim's bed?"
"It's my bed too," Marilyn whimpered playfully as they went inside. "But I do feel kind of tingly inside thinking that Jim will never know what we've done in here." She looked at Carol seriously. "You won't tell him, will you?"
"Never," Carol answered as she looked at the furnishings. For a young couple, she thought, the room was pretty conservative. A large modern dresser, a tiny statue of some nymph in the corner, and a double-sized Hollywood bed. The only thing that added some flair to the room were the thick, oriental-looking draperies that hung against the far wall. Still, it seemed comfortable enough, even if it wasn't exactly erotically furnished.
Marilyn left Carol's side and pulled back the covers on the bed. "Come on." She sat down on the bed and waved for Carol to join her.
"Marilyn, do you want to do it the same way as before?" she asked as she sat down next to her.
"Did you have something else in mind?" If she did, Marilyn wished she would hurry, because the more she looked at Carol's flawless body and the light curls leading down between her thighs, the more she wanted to throw her back on the bed and rub her own body all over her.
Carol fixed her eyes on Marilyn's thick triangle. "Marilyn, I ... I want to see all of you. I mean, I want to take my time and see your pussy in the light." Marilyn felt a tingle at the sexy word. "I don't know why," Carol continued, looking away, "but I want to see your cunt as I eat it, so why don't you let me eat you out first? Then you can do the same to me." Carol didn't know why she was so hesitant with Marilyn; with any other girl, she would have simply started doing what she wanted. But Marilyn thrilled her more than any other girl she had ever been with. Maybe it was because she had an affair going with Jim, and she got some kind of thrill from having Marilyn, too. It was possible, but Carol thought it was just Marilyn's overpowering beauty. Why Jim ever got tired of a body like that she would never know.
Marilyn smiled at Carol's suggestion. It would certainly be exciting spreading her legs for Jim's mistress. It seemed so degrading in a way, and yet it was so bold of Carol to suggest it. It was as if she was some kind of goddess, and Carol was her servant, ready to kneel down and lick her pussy like a dog. She felt a thrill at the thought of it, and she wanted to feel the action right now.
Marilyn lay back on the bed with her knees folded over the edge. "Do you want to get on the floor, or would you rather get on the bed?" she asked.
"Let me get on the bed," Carol replied. She grabbed Marilyn's legs and swung her around so that she was lying full length on the bed. In a second, she was between her legs and pushing them up and back. Marilyn closed her eyes and concentrated on Carol's actions. She wanted to enjoy this as much as possible, partly because she needed another orgasm, and partly because she loved Carol's tongue between her legs.
She soon had it. Carol pushed Marilyn's legs as far back as they could go, so that her whole crotch was completely visible. For a moment she knelt there staring at the thick patch of hair covering her pussy and the tiny brown hole beneath it. My God, she is hairy ... just like Jim said, she thought. He had told her that he found hair on a girl's pussy exciting, and she asked him if he wished she had more. He had said no, but Carol thought he was only being polite. Now she was sure of it, for as she looked down at her own cunt, and then back at Marilyn's, she saw that Jim's wife had at least three times as much hair as she did. And like Jim had said, it was exciting.
"Do you want me to do a good job on this big hairy thing of yours?" Carol asked, smiling wickedly up at Marilyn.
"You already did a good job," she replied. "But if you can suck any better, I'd like to find out now."
"You will," Carol promised, With her right hand, she carefully pulled apart the outer lips of Marilyn's cunt, revealing the soft pink inner folds and the dark hole that lay at the bottom of her slit. She then exposed the tiny clit and began rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger.
"Is that good?"
"Yesss, you know it is."
"Tell me how much you love it."
"I ... ohhhhh ... I want you to keep doing it ... keep rubbing it! It's so good."
"Do you want me to suck it for you?"
"Yeessss! Please! Put your mouth on my clit and suck it, bite it ... do anything with me!"
Carol quickly lowered her head and slid her lips around the miniature cock. She licked around it for a few seconds with her tongue, then began sucking on it. At the same time, she slid her middle finger into Marilyn's wet cunt and began to imitate a real cock's thrusting.
"Ohhhhh ... " Marilyn moaned. She began to roll her head on the bed as she felt another climax building. "Suck me ... Carol ... please! Put your tongue up my cunt!"
"Like this?" Carol teased as she dipped her head lower and speared her tongue deep into Marilyn's hungry pussy.
Marilyn moaned softly as she felt Carol's tongue lick at the inside of her cunt. It felt so good to have her down there between her open legs. It was so intimate, something she and Jim-or any other man, for that matter-could never experience. Carol knew just how to move her tongue, how to make the tip of it hard and dig it in the side and then pull it out. She knew when to take her mouth from the steaming hole and lick up her slit to her tiny love bud, gently sucking it between her lips and nipping gently at it with her teeth, sending waves of passion through her body. She knew just when to suck the outer lips of her cunt into her mouth and tongue them wetly, laving every inch of skin with her saliva. She must have had one hell of a lot of experience, Marilyn thought foggily as Carol returned to her open and hungry pussy with her teasing, sucking mouth. The brief thought that some of her experience must have come with Jim excited Marilyn even more as she once again felt Carol's tongue slide maddeningly up her dripping hole, driving her to a violent climax that wouldn't be long in coming if she kept this up.
And Carol did keep it up. As Marilyn began to roll her hips in ever-widening circles on the bed, she clamped her mouth tightly to her pussy and darted her tongue in and out. At the same time, she rubbed her nose up Marilyn's slit, barely making contact with her puffed-up clitoris. She knew that would drive Marilyn wild, because only one guy had ever done that to her, and she had nearly drowned him with her cum, it was so good. She could see that Marilyn was reacting the same way; she continued her sucking and licking, rubbing her nose into her clit all the time. She reached under her chin and pushed a finger in Marilyn's ass, too, and reached up with her other hand and began pinching and rolling a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Marilyn was getting everything a girl could possibly want now except a cock, and by the way she was beginning to throw her ass around on the bed, it didn't look like she was missing it at all.
"Ohhhh ... Carol! Suck me off! Harder! Get your tongue in deeper ... harder! Keep your finger up my ass ... yesssssss!"
Marilyn was quickly mounting to her orgasm, and Carol opened her mouth as wide as she could to make contact with as much of Marilyn's wet pussy as possible. She felt the thick curls of dark hair in her mouth as she got more and more of the juicy pink folds in her mouth. She was getting hotter than hell, too, just sucking Marilyn off, and she wished they were on the bed together.
Marilyn began to moan loudly as the pressure built in her cunt. She threw her head wildly back and forth on the bed now, and bucked her ass hard against Carol's face. Just one more lick of her tongue, one more rub of Carol's nose on her clit ...
Marilyn's cries echoed through the house as she began to cum in Carol's open mouth. Her cunt contracted wildly as it sent a torrent of hot, sticky juices flowing over Carol's lips and down her throat.
Carol, meanwhile, wanted all of the liquid she could get from Marilyn's hot pussy. She crushed her mouth to the open hole and sent her tongue as far up the contracting cunt as she could. She licked around violently as Marilyn continued to cum, some of the thick juice flowing down the sides of her mouth and over her chin.
"Yessss ... eat me! Lick my pussy!" Marilyn shouted.
She could feel Carol's finger grind deeper into her ass. She didn't want it to end. She had never cum this long in her entire life, not even with Frank last week. It was wild, but she liked Carol's tongue more than his cock, liked to feel it licking and teasing the sensitive walls of her pussy as his cock never could. Jim would die if he could see her now, grinding her slit into Carol's sucking mouth as she came again and again.
The momentary thoughts quickly passed from her mind as Marilyn felt her cunt finally slow down in its contractions. Her mind was light, and she felt like laughing deliriously at the wonderful sensation she was now feeling as Carol continued to suck the last drops of juice from her tired pussy. She wished it would never stop, but as her vaginal walls finally became still, Carol slowly relaxed her mouth, letting it kiss lightly at the entrance to Marilyn's hole. She then lay down with her head between Marilyn's legs, savoring the last few drops of her love juice that she still had in her mouth.
They both lay there silently for several minutes. Carol didn't notice it at the time, but her neck was strained from being forced back so far so that she could have the best angle to Marilyn's cunt. Next time, she thought, I'll lift her ass in the air. She was just picturing how it would look when Marilyn spoke.
"Carol?"
"Yeah?"
"Why don't you come up here?"
She crawled up and lay next to Marilyn, putting her leg over the brunette's.
"That was great," Marilyn whispered earnestly. "I've never cum like that in my whole life." She smiled at Carol and began to gently rub her breast. "I'd like to make you as happy as you've made me."
Carol kissed her lightly on the neck. "I'd love that," she whispered throatily. She cupped Marilyn's left breast in her hand and squeezed.
"Do you want me to do it the same way as you?" Marilyn asked as she rolled a nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
"Do you want to?"
"Yes."
"Good. I'm all yours."
Carol smiled and rolled over on her back. Marilyn quickly turned and kissed her on the mouth, slipping her tongue between the other girl's lips to play with hers. Her hand traced the curve of her hips, and Marilyn started to massage the soft flesh on her inner thigh.
"Suck my tits," Carol ordered when they broke the kiss. "Get them good and wet."
Marilyn sucked a nipple into her mouth at the same time she worked her hand up to Carol's pussy. As she gently nipped at the nipple, she slid two fingers up Carol's cunt as far as they would go.
"Ohhh ... that's good," Carol moaned. "Put a finger in my ass, too."
Marilyn quickly obliged, and she started to finger-fuck her rapidly as her mouth trailed wetly over both her tits. She was getting a thrill out of doing it this way, but she knew that Carol was just waiting for the real thing, and she was ready to give it to her now.
"Ohhhh, yessss," Carol whispered as Marilyn left a trail of saliva across her smooth stomach. She paused to lick at her navel, then dipped her head into the sparse hair of her cunt.
Marilyn kissed the top of Carol's slit lightly as she ran her hands up and down her body. She then knelt between Carol's legs and pulled them apart, holding them back exactly as Carol had done to her. The thick, wet lips of Carol's lightly covered pussy were clearly visible, and Marilyn thrilled at her first sight of another woman's cunt from this close. She stared at the pink flesh and the dark hole that was partially opened at the bottom of Carol's slit, but she had no desire to examine it as closely as Carol had examined hers. She saw all that she wanted to see: now she wanted to eat what she saw!
Marilyn grabbed Carol's ass in her hands and lifted the other girl's hips completely off the bed. Carol smiled at the move, and wondered if Marilyn had read her mind before. As she was thinking of it, Marilyn moved closer and propped Carol's back on her thighs, so that she was kneeling between her legs now with Carol's open, wet cunt directly in front of her mouth. It looked good enough to eat, and that's just what Marilyn intended to do.
As soon as she was comfortable, Marilyn dipped her head and fastened her mouth immediately on Carol's pussy. She ran her tongue up the smooth, wet passage and licked around. Carol was already hot from eating Marilyn out, so it didn't take much of Marilyn's tonguing to start her hips in a wild, bucking motion. Faster and faster she threw her hips in the air as Marilyn continued to lick and suck her cunt. She was soon oblivious to everything else except the fire in her aching pussy, and the maddening tongue that flicked and licked inside, bringing her closer and closer to the explosive climax she needed so badly now.
Marilyn sensed Carol's building flood and dug her middle finger into her anus. She worked it around and around, going deeper and deeper, until she had buried it up to the second knuckle. She then began to jab it in and out. At the same time, she began a rhythmic thrusting with her tongue in Carol's clinging hole. She pumped her own head in time with Carol's hips. Both girls were soon furiously thrashing around on the bed as Marilyn licked and sucked and fingered her lover as hard and as fast as she could, wanting to make her explode all the love juice she had stored up in that steaming cunt of hers and send it rushing into her eagerly sucking mouth.
She didn't have to wait much longer, as Carol began to moan loudly and roll her head around on the bed. "Suck it harder, harderrrr!" she grunted as she bounced her ass up against Marilyn's face. Marilyn responded by clamping her mouth as tight as she could on Carol's open hole and sucking at it just the way Carol had done to her. Soon she felt the muscles in Carol's ass tense against her shoulders, and then her cunt began to throb.
"Oh God, Marilyn, suck ... me, oh God ... uhhhhhh!"
Carol knew nothing else except the explosion between her legs. Her mind reeled far off in space somewhere as spasm after jolting spasm rocked through her lust-contorted body, forcing her lips back from her teeth so that her face had a leering, pained expression. But Carol felt anything but pain now as Marilyn continued to finger and lick her ass and her cunt, sucking the cum up and out of the bubbling well. Her mouth was the center of the universe as Carol tried to push her pussy into it, to cum all over her thick, teasing tongue, to cum and cum and never stop. It was too much to take; the spasms grew stronger and stronger, straining every muscle in her body. With a deep sigh, Carol slipped into a dreamy, hazy faint.
Marilyn felt Carol's whole body go limp as consciousness left her, and she immediately got a thrill from the intensity of pleasure she had given the other girl. She continued to lick and suck at the now-still pussy that was in her mouth; only when she was satisfied that she could get no more of that delicious love juice from her hole did Marilyn take her mouth from Carol's spent cunt and lower her ass back onto the bed. She slowly withdrew her finger from her anus then, and just looked at the passion-filled face.
Marilyn had never fainted herself when she came, but one of her sorority sisters at college once told her how the guy she went out with one night had kept fucking her and fucking her until she passed out with joy. She wondered how it would feel to have something feel so good that the conscious mind wasn't able to stand it any longer, and a touch of envy ran through her as she looked at Carol lying there, so peaceful and obviously quite satisfied. She was happy that she could have pleased her so much, and she wondered if Jim had ever made her pass out. Maybe, but that didn't really matter now.
Marilyn lay down next to Carol and began fondling the other girl's breasts. They felt so firm and smooth, so exciting to touch. Carol's nipples were like two tiny pink eyes, with a small circular patch of ruddy skin guarding them. They were so different from Marilyn's own large nipples and areolas, and they were staring at her now, begging her to suck them. Marilyn couldn't resist the urge to use Carol's passive body, so she rolled halfway onto her and sucked a nipple into her mouth.
It tasted good, she thought, for all the taste there was. The real thrill would be from having the girl respond to the sucking, but she knew there was no chance of that now. She might as well enjoy herself, though, she thought as she sucked Carol's nipple deep into her mouth.
After Marilyn had been sucking on her breast for a few minutes, Carol began to wake up. She moaned softly at first, and Marilyn quit working on her tit and started kissing her neck.
"Are you awake?"
Carol moaned again and shook her head. "What ... happened?" she mumbled. Her mind was still foggy, and she only faintly remembered being sucked off awhile ago.
"You passed out!" Marilyn giggled as she placed her head next to Carol's. "I was just beginning to get your cum when you just blanked out."
"You're kidding! How could I pass out?"
"I don't know ... I guess I'm too much for you." She laughed, and Carol joined her.
"That's the first time that's ever happened." A thrill ran through Marilyn as she felt the smug satisfaction of being the only person who had ever sent this sexpot so far out that she fainted.
"You mean you've never felt that good with a man?" Marilyn asked.
"Never." Carol was wide awake now, and she sat up against the back of the bed. "Did that ever feel-weird! I started cuming in gallons and all of a sudden my mind felt as if it were floating, you know, way off in space somewhere. Then I woke up with you kissing my neck."
Marilyn giggled again. "You almost choked me, you came so much."
Carol shook her head. "That was really something." She couldn't really believe she had fainted from Marilyn's lovemaking. This girl's tongue and finger did what no man had ever been able to do. She had driven her wild with her fingering and sucking, and Carol decided right then that there would have to be more times with Marilyn.
Both girls lay quietly for a while, then Carol turned on her side and began fondling Marilyn's breasts again.
"I bet they're really tender," she said softly.
"I'll say. How about yours?"
"The same way. Marilyn, did you really like that?" Carol asked hesitantly.
"What? You mean licking your cunt?"
"Yes."
"Of course. I wouldn't have done it if I didn't."
"Good, 'cause I liked it too. You're the sexiest girl I've ever been with. I mean it."
"Thanks. And you're the sexiest girl I've ever been with, too," Marilyn said, laughing with Carol at the joke.
"You've really got a deep cunt, too," Carol added after a pause. "Did you used to have a lot of sex before you got married?"
"Enough. It was always with boys, though."
"So you've told me."
"So I did." Marilyn relaxed and let Carol play lightly with her tits. At the same time she moved her hand to the other girl's crotch and began feeling her damp cunt. It was so different than having sex with a man-with Jim. She wondered then if she should ask Carol about her affair with her husband. She decided to try.
"Carol, what ... what do you think about Jim?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, well, do you find him attractive?"
"Yeah, I think he's pretty good-looking. Why?"
"No special reason, I was just curious." Marilyn wondered whether to go on or not, but she thought it would be better to have things out in the open with Carol, especially if they were going to be lovers.
"Do you, I don't know if I should ask you this-"
"Go ahead."
"Well," Marilyn continued slowly, "what I'd like to know is, well, do you want to fuck Jim?" Marilyn immediately wished she hadn't said it. It was too blunt, too direct. Carol would probably get suspicious and not say a thing now.
Carol was suspicious, but she also intended to answer anything Marilyn asked. Before she had only been a casual friend of hers, and they had never talked about sex, so she naturally had believed Jim when he said that his wife was a lousy lay and couldn't satisfy him. She knew better now, though, and her sympathy was entirely with Marilyn. Jim was just the kind of man who needed more than one girl-she had met the kind before-and it obviously wasn't Marilyn's fault. After all, if this beautiful brunette could satisfy her, she could satisfy any man, if given a fair chance.
Carol remained still for a few moments, then smiled and looked at Marilyn. "I have to admit that I've wanted to fuck him quite a few times," she said softly. She slid down on the bed so that she was even with Marilyn.
"And did you ever do it?"
Carol turned on her side and propped herself up on her elbow. "Marilyn, you know something, don't you?" When she nodded, Carol continued. "How much?"
"I know that you and Jim have been having an affair. At least, I think you have," she said seriously.
"You're right, we have." Carol became serious too. It would be delicate talking about it with Marilyn, and she wanted to make sure she didn't seem too arrogant or self-satisfied. She felt sorry for her, but she hoped that she wouldn't have to in a few days.
Marilyn was shocked a little at Carol's admission. She certainly hadn't tried to deny it at all. In a way, though, Marilyn was glad that she didn't. Carol was open about everything else, so she may as well be open about this, too.
"How long have you been going together?" Marilyn asked.
"It's been over a year, Marilyn. We don't see each other all the time, though."
"It's often enough," Marilyn snapped. She felt bitter, but she was determined not to let it show too much. Carol was her lover, too, and she didn't want to change that by condemning her for screwing her husband. It was probably Jim who started the affair anyway, and even if he didn't, he was more to blame than her.
Carol put her hand on Marilyn's stomach. "I'm sorry, Marilyn," she whispered. "I know how angry you must be with me."
Marilyn forced a smile, but as she felt Carol's hand begin to rub over her belly, she found that it came naturally. Carol had too much charm and sex appeal for Marilyn to stay mad at her, even if she had felt a little anger a moment ago.
"I'm not, though," she said cheerfully. "You can have Jim any time you want."
"Marilyn, are you serious?" Carol asked. "I'm serious," she replied. "As long as you promise to be my lover, too, you can have Jim any time you want. Just don't tell him that we're getting our kicks together."
"I never would," Carol said earnestly. "But you can't just make love to me all the time. You need a man between those beautiful legs of yours."
"I know it. That's why I'm planning to go to that party this Saturday." She watched Carol's face, and laughed at the surprise the other girl showed.
"I thought you didn't want to go."
"Well, I have a little surprise for Jim. You won't tell him I'm going, will you?"
"No, I won't tell. What are you going to do, though? Aren't you going with him?"
Marilyn turned on her side and faced Carol, propping herself up on her elbow just as the other girl was doing. "I may as well tell you the whole thing. It can't hurt much now." She paused to take a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. "You know Frank, right?"
"Frank Martin?" Marilyn nodded. "Yeah, he works at the office."
"Well, he came over last Friday night, when Jim was out 'playing cards.' I suppose he was with you, wasn't he?"
Carol nodded. "I'm afraid so."
"That's all right, I don't care now," Marilyn said, putting her hand on Carol's waist. "When Frank came over, we started talking about sex, and soon we were fucking right on the couch downstairs."
"You're kidding!" Carol squealed. "That's great! Here I thought you were playing around with me because you didn't want another man to touch you." She smiled broadly and kissed Marilyn on the neck. "You probably made up your mind to go then, didn't you?"
"Frank did help convince me."
"He's the one who told you about me and Jim, too, isn't he?"
"Yep."
"You mean you knew all along that I was balling your husband and you still made love with me like you-" Carol stopped and stared at Marilyn, who was smiling now. "Why you little ... " She pushed Marilyn back on the bed and jumped on her, squeezing her tits with both hands.
"Hey, that hurts!" Marilyn laughed. Carol rolled off and started giggling.
"You wicked thing," she said. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I couldn't tell you. Besides, what did it matter? I didn't know we were going to wind up eating each other out."
"Well, you could have told me when we started making love."
"That would've really helped, eh?" Marilyn got back up on her elbow, and Carol followed her. "Anyway, do you want to hear what I'm going to do, or don't you?"
"Yeah, how are you going to get to the party? It's halfway across town, you know."
"Frank's going to take me there," Marilyn said. "We're going to go in the back door so no one will see us-me, that is. Then I'm going to go upstairs and hide in one of the bedrooms until things get going, and then I'll come down and surprise Jim. I'd like to see his face when I walk in there bare-ass naked and start sucking on Frank's cock."
"It sounds interesting, but I don't think it would shock him too much."
Marilyn frowned. "Yeah, I've thought about that too. Maybe if you came down with me and we started making love in front of him-"
"I still don't think it would really shake him. He's told me he wants you to have sex with other men; I don't think women would bother him either," Carol added as she remembered Jim's willingness to let her try and seduce Marilyn. She thought for a moment, trying to come up with something that would really startle him. It would have to be something different, something ...
"Hey!" Carol whispered excitedly. "Have you ever let Jim screw your ass?"
"What? Screw my ass?" Marilyn laughed.
"Yes, screw your ass. Has he ever stuck his cock in your ass?"
Marilyn shook her head, sending some of her soft brown hair sliding across her face. "He tried it once awhile ago, but it hurt too much."
"Well, that's one thing you could think of doing. He's asked me if he could screw me in the ass, so he must get a thrill out of it."
"Did you ever let him do it?" Marilyn asked.
"No," Carol lied. "I've had other guys do it before, though."
Marilyn looked amazed. "How could you take it?" she asked incredulously. "Didn't it hurt like hell?"
"Only the first few minutes hurt. After they get it in it feels good." Carol remembered her recent time with Jim and smiled. That time it didn't hurt at all, and it had felt good.
"I don't know if I could do it in front of everybody. Do you think anyone else would do it?"
"I know they would," Carol said emphatically. "In fact, this doctor's wife at the last party I went to got it stuck up her ass."
"In front of everybody?"
"No, this was in one of the bedrooms. Me and this other guy were looking for a place to go and we opened the door to the bedroom, and there they were on the bed banging away."
Marilyn laughed at Carol's language. "My God," she coughed between laughs, "you mean you two just walked in on them like that?"
"Yeah," Carol said, laughing at the memory. "What the hell, there was a lock on the door. If they didn't want anyone to come in they could've used it."
Marilyn calmed down and lay back on the bed. Carol's idea would be worth considering, but it didn't seem too appealing to her.
"I don't know," she said while looking at the ceiling. There was a paint chip up there that she had asked Jim to knock down three months ago. "I still think it would hurt too much. Besides, if Jim likes it so much, why would it bother him if I did it with someone else? It seems like it would make him happy, 'cause I couldn't really tell him it hurt too much anymore when he wants to do it."
Carol put her hand on one of Marilyn's full tits and began kneading it. "Don't you get it? You've never let him screw your ass, so don't you think it will shake him if he sees some other guy giving it to you?"
Marilyn considered it for a moment. "It might," she said, "but I still think it would hurt too much."
"Wait a minute," Carol said, and in an instant she had jumped off the bed and was looking in her purse on the dresser.
"Here," she said as she walked back to Marilyn. She held a long plastic object in her hand.
"What's that?"
"It's a vibrator," Carol said. She was surprised that Marilyn had never seen one before.
"You don't mean you stick that in your ... oh come on, Carol!"
"What, there's nothing wrong with it," she said as she sat down. "It's sold for health reasons only," she smiled.
Marilyn took the device from her and studied it. There wasn't much to it. It was about seven inches long, maybe an inch and a half in diameter, and was made out of plastic with ridges running up and down the length of it. The only part that was different at all from the rest was the tapered tip, which was made out of some kind of soft plastic that seemed to have been dipped in rubber.
"How does it work?" Marilyn asked as she examined the long instrument. In spite of herself, she got a lewd thrill from feeling the smooth plastic. It was almost exactly the size and shape of a good hard cock, she thought. She wondered how something like that would feel inside of her.
"Did you hear me? It's run by batteries," Carol said. "You put them in the base here."
"Have you ever used it?"
"Of course. I told you, it's great for your health." Carol laughed loudly and took the vibrator from Marilyn.
"Look, here's where you turn it on," she said. She pressed a button at the base of the tool and kneeled on the bed. "And here's how it works," she said as she spread her knees and squatted. Marilyn watched in fascination as Carol slowly put the vibrating tip of the device to the lips of her still-damp pussy and began working it inside.
"It's almost as good as a cock," she said breathlessly. Marilyn couldn't say anything as she stared at the hard plastic disappear inch by inch between the lips of Carol's pussy. She looked at the other girl's face, and was not surprised to see that she was gritting her teeth, with her eyes tightly shut. Marilyn wished she had it in her own pussy as she watched Carol begin to withdraw the instrument until it was almost completely out, then plunge it back in quickly.
"How does it feel?" Marilyn asked as she licked her lips. She didn't need an answer, though. She could see by Carol's expression and actions that it must feel great.
"It's good," Carol said hoarsely as she continued to pump the vibrator in and out of her cunt. "Do you want to try it?"
"Yes!"
"Lay down and spread your legs," Carol whispered as she took the dildo from her cunt. It was slimy with her juices. Carol crawled between Marilyn's legs and smiled at her eagerness.
"Do you want me to do it?" she asked, knowing full well that Marilyn was dying for her to shove it in her cunt.
"Yes. Don't go too fast though, it looks kind of big." And it did look bigger now as Marilyn looked down her body between her tits at the large, hard pole that Carol was pointing directly at her crotch. It was definitely bigger than Jim's cock, she thought, but as she remembered Frank's cock, and the ease and pleasure she had in getting it buried in her cunt, her fears left, and all she wanted to do was try that big thing inside. It would probably feel just like a cock, she thought as she propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch as Carol put it in.
"Don't worry, it won't hurt," Carol said as she moved the vibrator closer to the thick bush between Marilyn's legs. She worked it around a little until the soft tip plopped just inside Marilyn's eager hole.
"How does it feel?" Carol asked.
"Good so far," Marilyn whispered as she lay back on the bed. Jim would flip if he could see this, she thought. She got a thrill from the mental picture of this beautiful blonde kneeling between her legs and shoving a fake cock in her cunt. If anyone had told her a week ago that she would soon fuck her husband's best friend and make wild love with his mistress, she would have laughed like hell. But she had 'done both, and now she was about to go further with Carol. As she felt the hard vibrator ease up her wet cunt, she wondered if she would ever need Jim's cock again.
"Do you want me to turn it on now?" Carol asked. She wanted to watch Marilyn's face when she did. She remembered the first time she had tried it. The tingling vibrations made her jump.
"Yes," Marilyn said shyly.
Carol pressed the button at the bottom of the tool, which was now stuck halfway up Marilyn's moistening pussy. She couldn't help but laugh as Marilyn jerked her hips a good six inches in the air as soon as she felt the vibrations.
"Wow! What the hell!" Marilyn cried. "Why didn't you tell me how it felt?"
"I'm sorry," Carol managed to say between laughs. "I did the same thing when I had it the first time, and I wanted to see how you took it."
"God, is that weird. It feels like you put a live wire up my cunt!"
"Just wait a few seconds. It'll start to feel wild anytime now, then you'll really start bouncing."
Marilyn began to relax, and she found that Carol was right. The shock had turned to pleasure now, and the tingling sensation in her cunt began to send a flood of lust through her body.
"How does it feel now?" Carol asked.
"Good!"
"Do you want me to fuck you with it?"
"Yes."
"You'll have to beg me for it."
"Please, Carol, let me have it."
"You'll have to do better than that, honey. Let me know how much you want it. And spread those legs more, too."
Marilyn did as she was told, and she soon had her legs up and apart as far as they would go. Carol stared at the plastic cock in her cunt, and also at the tiny hole of her ass. That was where she was going to get it eventually.
"I don't hear you begging yet, honey. I'm going to take it out if you don't."
"No ... please," Marilyn whimpered. "Fuck me with it, Carol. Please fuck me with it! Shove it all the way up to my throat ... it feels so good ... fuck me!"
"That's the way to do it," Carol said in a husky voice. She jammed the vibrator deep into Marilyn's wide-open cunt and twisted it around.
"Good?"
"Ohhhhh yesss ... so good! Please ... fuck me more, more!"
Carol needed no further urging. She began to plunge the hard plastic rod rhythmically into Marilyn's hungry cunt, delighting at the sight of the meaty lips clutching at it each time it withdrew. She reached down with her free hand at the same time and started to finger her own cunt, which was getting just as wet as Marilyn's. It wouldn't be long before both of them were cuming again, and Carol was dying to see Marilyn's juice on the vibrator.
But that would have to wait. It was supposed to be in her ass-that was why she got it in the first place. Without a word of warning, Carol withdrew the plastic staff and poked the head of it at the crinkled circle of Marilyn's tight asshole.
"What are you doing, Carol?"
"This won't hurt if you relax," she replied. She looked at the other girl, then put two fingers into her hungry cunt. "There, is that better?"
"It isn't as good as the vibrator," Marilyn said petulantly. "And turn that damn thing off!"
"Sorry," Carol said, laughing. "Tickled your ass, eh? Do you want it in now?"
Marilyn tried to relax. She loved the tingling feeling the vibrator gave her pussy, but Carol's fingers were doing a good job too. And she probably should try the thing in her ass before she let a man stick his cock in.
"All right, I'll try it," Marilyn said at length. "Just go slow, though. Okay?"
Carol smiled. "You won't even know it's going in," she laughed. "Seriously, I will go slow. Just tell me if it hurts too much."
Marilyn nodded and relaxed her body as Carol pushed her legs even farther apart. Her whole crotch was again exposed to Carol's stare, and again Marilyn felt excited in that position.
Carol began to apply some pressure on the vibrator, working it around at the tiny hole nestled between the firm but parted cheeks of her ass. It took about a minute, but the tapered tip finally ground in about half an inch.
"Did that hurt?" Carol asked. Marilyn shook her head. It had felt a little uncomfortable, but she couldn't really say it hurt.
Carol resumed her gentle pushing. She also began to pump her fingers in and out of Marilyn's cunt again, causing her to move her ass in tiny bucking motions. Inch by inch the plastic organ ground into Marilyn's virgin ass. Once or twice she grunted and Constricted her face in obvious pain, but whenever Carol asked her if she wanted to stop for a while, she shook her head no. The fingers working in and out of her now-dripping pussy obliterated the thought of stopping from her mind, as she equated the sensation between her legs as one fantastic sensation, not as two different feelings in two different holes. To stop one would be to stop both.
"Ohhh God! Is it ... in all the ... way yet?" Marilyn whispered weakly.
"Just a little more-there." Carol said as she shoved the last inch of the vibrator into Marilyn's asshole. Immediately she pressed the button and started the jolting vibrations.
"Ohhhh ... nnnooooo!" Marilyn grunted as the hard plastic sent shocks all the way through her body. "Carol ... stop-"
"Relax, honey, it'll get better. I'm going to fuck your ass good with this thing so you won't have any trouble Saturday night."
"I ... ohhhh--it hurts!"
"Relax! You're only making it worse by tightening up like that."
Carol watched as Marilyn tried to relax her muscles. To help her, Carol began to finger Marilyn's open cunt hard, digging two fingers in as far as she could get them. She spread them apart, too, and smiled at how wide the inside of her pussy was. She was also getting hotter than hell at the sight of the white plastic stretching her asshole while the meaty, drooling lips of Marilyn's cunt were spread over her fingers.
"Getting better?"
"I ... yes ... keep fingering me."
"Don't worry. I'm not about to stop. You've got a big pussy, Marilyn, and I'm going to watch it empty all that lovely juice into my hand."
Carol began to move the vibrator in Marilyn's ass now, keeping time with her fingers pumping into the sloppy cunt.
"Ohhhh, Carol ... don't stop! Don't stop! Fuck me with that thing ... your fingers!"
"Keep pumping your ass!" Carol cried. She couldn't just sit there and watch as Marilyn came. Her own cunt needed something too. The only thing she could use was her foot, so she squatted down and began rubbing her clit across the rough skin on her heel.
Marilyn was completely wild from the double fucking of her cunt and ass. She threw her ass hard against the tingling vibrator and Carol's fingers.
"Ohhh Carol! I'm going to cum! Please ... fuck . harder! Harder!" she screamed as her cunt felt like it was going to explode.
"Come on!" Carol yelled. "Let me see you cum all over my hand. Coat my fingers with your juice, you fucking bitch!"
Carol's words were all Marilyn needed to push her over the edge. She pushed her ass high in the air and held it, keeping Carol's fingers buried deep in her cunt, and the vibrator speared up her ass.
"Nnnnnowwwwwww!" she cried as the first wave of her orgasm blasted from her cunt. "Yesssss ... I'm cuming! Please ... ohhhh ... "
Carol ground her own pussy down hard on her heel as she felt the slippery walls of Marilyn's cunt begin to contract furiously around her fingers. She tickled the inside walls of her cunt with her nails, and delighted at the feel of another woman's pussy squeezing out its juice onto her hand. At the same time, she kept the vibrator stuck all the way up Marilyn's ass, and she knew the vibrations must be making her orgasm intense as hell.
Finally, though, Marilyn began to lower her ass to the bed and ease her plunging against Carol's fingers. She sighed deeply as her cunt gave one last final squeeze, and she felt Carol's fingers slip easily in and out of the soaked hole.
After resting a moment, Marilyn looked between her legs, where Carol was squatting down, her eyes tightly shut and her face contorted. She was still working her fingers in and out of Marilyn's satisfied pussy, and she was grinding her own hips hard against something.
Marilyn raised up on her elbows so she could see. She watched for a few seconds as Carol ground her slit into her heel; then she quickly reached between her legs and pulled the vibrator out of her ass. Carol hardly noticed as she continued to rub her clit furiously over the rough skin.
Without saying a word, Marilyn pushed the other girl back and knelt between her legs. After wiping the vibrator-which was surprisingly clean, considering where it had been-on the top sheet, she quickly put the tip of it to Carol's swelled clit.
"Oh!" Carol squealed, pushing her hips off the bed. Marilyn knew that she was very close to her own orgasm, so she wasted no more time playing. With one straight lunge, she hurried the vibrator up to its base in Carol's pussy. The other girl immediately began to pump her hips against the impaling staff, and after a few seconds of violent thrusting, she moaned loudly and tensed her hips.
"Ohhhhh lover, yes ... I ... ohhhhhhh." She sighed deeply as her cunt began its first contractions and sent the first stream of her cum washing over the plastic cock. Her ass began to beat against it wildly then as her cunt started to throb harder and harder around the vibrating prick. Marilyn smiled at the look of complete passion on Carol's face, a look she knew must have been on her own face only minutes before. She watched with satisfaction as the vibrator she was holding and lightly thrusting against Carol's own lunges began to get coated with milky white cum that was flooding from the walls of Carol's cunt. It looked good to Marilyn, even though she was completely satisfied now and could look at her actions somewhat objectively. It didn't repulse her to see this other girl beat out her orgasm; instead, it made her feel protective towards her. It was such an intimate thing for two women to be like this, and the tenderness it made her feel was strange to her. It might actually be love, as she had thought before in her passion, or it might be just a deep friendship, and awareness of Carol as a person who had the same basic desires and needs that she herself had. It was worth thinking about later.
Carol finally slowed her thrusts against the vibrator, and as her ass came to rest on the bed, Marilyn turned the thing off and slowly withdrew it from Carol's drained cunt. It was covered with her cum, but Marilyn merely wiped it off on the sheet and put it on the edge of the bed.
"How do you feel?" she asked as she lay down next to Carol.
"Drained," the other girl mumbled. "That was great. Again."
Marilyn smiled and put her hand on Carol's still-quivering stomach. "I think I've had enough for tonight," she said.
"Me too. I'm dead."
"Too bad we can't go to sleep right here," Marilyn said wistfully.
"What time is Jim supposed to come home?"
Marilyn looked at the alarm clock on the night stand. "He won't be home for at least another half-hour. It's only nine-thirty."
"Well, maybe I should be going anyway, just to make sure," Carol said as she sat up. She rubbed her head, which still felt light as a feather.
"What do you want to drink before you go?" Marilyn got up and began gathering both their clothes.
Carol shrugged as she too got off the bed and began dressing. "I suppose anything would be good now. Not too much though. I want to be sure and make it home all right so I can be at that party Saturday night." They both laughed. "Have you thought about it anymore?"
"When would I have had any time to think about it?" Marilyn asked. Carol shook her head sleepily.
"I guess you didn't," she said. "I'm so tired now I don't know what's coming off."
"When you drink one of my concoctions you'll wake up fast enough." Marilyn waited for Carol to put her shoes on, then they both went downstairs. It seemed funny to Marilyn that, she should be having an after-sex drink with this girl. They were just friends before tonight, and maybe not even that after Marilyn found out about the affair, but now they were lovers casually going into the kitchen for a cocktail. How fast a life could change, especially when you wanted it to, Marilyn thought as she mixed the drinks.
"Here, this'll wake you up."
"Not too much, I hope. I still want to get to sleep tonight."
Marilyn laughed. "After what we did, I'll be able to sleep like a dead dog. I just hope Jim doesn't come home with some ideas."
Carol shook her head as she sipped from her glass. "You should hope he does. Then you can shut him off."
"Yeah, I guess so. That would be fun at that." Marilyn started to feel bitter again as she thought of her husband. He was such a self-centered bastard, never caring about how she felt. All he could think of was getting out of the house so he could fuck Carol. Tonight he probably found some different bitch to play with anyway, so he probably wouldn't want to fuck her. She wished that he would though, because she wanted to see his face when she said no. Of course, she thought, I can't tell him that Carol was here. He might get suspicious.
They sat there quietly for a while, finishing their drinks. Carol looked at Marilyn and smiled. "I still think that would be a good idea," she said, breaking the silence.
"What, you mean to tell Jim no tonight?"
"No, what we were talking about before. About letting Jim see you get fucked in the ass by some guy."
"It might be a good idea," Marilyn agreed. If she couldn't think of anything in the next three days it would have to do. It just might really shake Jim up at that.
"Did Frank tell you who was giving the party?" Carol asked.
Marilyn shook her head. "He just said it was one of his friends," she replied.
Carol laughed. "One of his friends? I don't think he even knows the guy."
"Who is it?" She was beginning to get curious, and a little anxious, too.
"Have you ever heard of Ed Bringman?" Marilyn shook her head no. "Well, he's a doctor on the other side of town. He's supposed to be involved with the Mafia or something."
"His name doesn't sound Italian," Marilyn said as she got up. She mixed two more drinks, then again sat at the table.
"You don't have to be Italian anymore," Carol said.
"I thought you did," Marilyn said.
"No, that was years ago. Anyway, he's supposed to be their big connection on the West Side."
"Connection for what?"
Carol stared at Marilyn, then looked into her drink. If she told Marilyn about Bringman's suspected dealings in drugs, it might frighten her off. She probably never even had a joint in her life.
"Nothing in particular," Carol said. "He's just supposed to be with them or something."
Marilyn didn't know what that was supposed to mean, and she wasn't sure she cared right now. She was more curious about how Frank and Jim got invited.
"They were recommended," Carol said when Marilyn asked, "by the guy who held the last party they went to."
"Oh. Were you recommended too?"
"No, I just heard about it from them. I guess they have enough people already, but one or two more won't matter, eh?"
"Not if it's going to be like you said it will. Who the hell would notice?" Marilyn said.
Carol laughed. "Not too many people. They'll notice you if you do that, though." Carol stood up and put her glass on the sink. "I better get going, it's getting late."
Marilyn walked up to her and put her arms around her. They kissed lightly, barely brushing their lips together.
"We have to have more nights like tonight," Marilyn whispered.
Carol nodded. "Maybe sometime next week."
They kissed again, then walked to the front door.
"You're going to be there for sure now, aren't you?" Carol asked.
"I wouldn't miss it now for anything."
"Why don't you try that? It might work out pretty good."
"I don't know," Marilyn said. "I might. You'll find out when you see me."
"All right, see you then." Carol kissed Marilyn on the cheek and walked outside. Marilyn stood in the doorway until she had reached her car in the street, then she closed the door and went upstairs.
"It's funny," she said aloud as she undressed for bed. "One day you're perfectly loyal, and the next day you've had a strange man and woman too." She looked at her nude body in the mirror. Just last week no one except Jim had touched her or even seen her naked since they were married and now both his best friend and mistress had made love with her. And, she reasoned, if she could do it with them, she didn't see where doing it with other people would make that much difference, really. After all, she had a lot of men before she was married, and there was no reason-not anymore, at least-why she shouldn't have a lot of men now. Only now it could be women, too. Carol had shown her that. Sex was great both ways, and she was going to have it both ways from now on.
Marilyn washed, then decided to take a shower before bed. It was only ten-thirty when she got out, and Jim wasn't home yet. She thought about staying up till he came home, but she was too tired from Carol's lovemaking. Jim would get his surprise on Saturday anyway, she thought. Ten minutes later she was sound asleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jim walked downstairs to breakfast wondering what had happened between his wife and Carol last night. Marilyn had been asleep when he got home, so he couldn't ask her anything then. If he knew Carol, though, they would be lovers now.
"Good morning," Marilyn said cheerfully as she set the table.
"Good morning. How do you feel?"
Marilyn looked at him suspiciously. He never asked her that before, except that one time she thought she was pregnant.
"I feel okay."
"Well, Frank clobbered me at bowling last night," he said as he sat down. He could clobber you at a lot of other things too, Marilyn thought. She joined him at the table and started in on her cereal.
"So what did you do last night?"
"Nothing much. I was just watching TV for a while, then Carol came over."
"Oh?" Jim said, sounding surprised. "What did she want?"
"Nothing much. We talked a little, then she left."
"What did you talk about?" Jim asked.
"A lot of things," Marilyn replied angrily. "Why the hell the third degree this morning?"
"It's not a third degree. I'm just interested in what you do, that's all."
Bullshit, Marilyn thought. She began to wonder if Carol had told Jim she was coming over. Maybe they had it all planned. Carol seemed sincere enough last night, but Jim had been her lover for over a year, while Marilyn just got into the act last night. If they did have it planned, she wondered who Carol would take sides with.
They finished their breakfast in silence, then Jim left without saying good-bye. Marilyn was glad she had made him mad. The more angry he got at her the better, because it made her all the more determined to go through with her plan. She wondered how Frank would react to it, though.
Marilyn spent the rest of the day thinking about the party. She decided to see what Frank thought about the plan that night when he called. She waited tensely for the phone to ring, and practically ran to it when it finally did.
"Frank, listen," she whispered softly into the receiver when they had exchanged greetings. "I thought of something different we could do Saturday night."
"Go ahead, I'm open to suggestions."
"Have you ever screwed a girl in the ass?"
Frank was startled by the question. "No," he said quickly, then waited anxiously for Marilyn to say more.
"Well, how would you like to do it to me Saturday?" Marilyn felt a thrill go through her as she asked the question.
"Sure. Is that what your idea was?"
"Partly." Marilyn looked around to make sure that Jim wasn't anywhere near. He had been in the basement doing something, and she didn't hear any footsteps on the stairs. "Listen, we'll do everything the way we had it planned before, except you come upstairs and get me. Then we'll go downstairs and you can stick your cock in my ass-" again she got a thrill at her sexy words, and her voice had dropped to a low, husky whisper "and we'll walk in like that. How does that sound?"
"It sounds interesting," the voice on the phone said.
"Yeah, it does to me too," Marilyn agreed. "I would've waited until Saturday, but I wanted to give you some time to think about it. Maybe you could come up with something better."
"I'll think about it, but I doubt if I can top that. How about eight on Saturday?"
"All right. Do you think Jim will be gone by then?"
"Yeah, the party starts at eight."
"Okay." They both hung up, and Marilyn felt relieved. She was now committed to go, and everything was set. She could still change her mind, of course, but even though a tiny bit of doubt still remained, there wasn't much chance that she would back down now. Jim had too much coming to him, and she had quite a lot of ground to make up before they were even. He would see just how much of a woman she still was on Saturday.
Jim straightened his tie. "Damn it!" he cried. He tore the tie off and threw it across the bed. After getting another one from the closet, he resumed his ritual in front of the mirror.
"It's not my fault," he whispered angrily as he tried to fix the new tie around his neck. He asked Carol if she had gotten through to Marilyn, and she had said that she didn't even come close! That was hard to believe. Marilyn must be so marriage-crazy she was nuts. He had even asked her himself yesterday if she wanted to go, and she still refused.
"That's her tough-shit luck," he whispered as he straightened the knot on his tie. It still didn't look right, but it was already twenty to eight, and Carol lived about ten miles from the party. It would take k them at least fifteen minutes to get there from her r place, and it would take him at least ten minutes to get to her apartment. And neither of them wanted to miss any of the action.
Jim hurried downstairs. He looked in the kitchen and den, but Marilyn was nowhere around.
"I'm leaving," he called as he went out the door. To hell with her, he thought. He was going to enjoy himself tonight, and she could sit home and play with herself for all he cared.
"Have fun at your client's house," Marilyn said as she heard the door close. She came up from the basement and pulled the front drapes back a little to watch him drive away. When she was sure he was gone, she rushed upstairs.
"I thought he'd never leave," she said angrily to the mirror as she passed it. She quickly put on her new underwear and dress, then dabbed perfume on her wrists and neck.
"It won't do much good there," she said aloud as the thought of better places to put it. She reached inside her tiny bra and dabbed some on each nipple. Then she raised her dress and put a lot of the aromatic liquid inside the thick folds of her pussy. It burned a little, but she was sure whoever got their head down there first would really appreciate it. Besides, it made her feel sexier, more unashamed.
Marilyn finished dressing, trying to think all the while of something else she could do to appear sexier. She didn't have time to consider any possibilities, though, because as she was straightening her dress the doorbell rang. She quickly brushed her hair several times, then went downstairs.
"Hi, come on in," she said as she opened the door and saw Frank standing there.
"Looks like you're all ready," he said, smiling. She looked great with half her tits hanging out of her dress, and he was tempted to fuck her right now.
Marilyn led Frank into the kitchen. "I'm ready, but I'm still scared," she said. "How about a quick drink before we go?"
"Sure, but make it fast. I don't think I can stand looking at you too long without doing something."
She laughed and mixed their drinks. "You'll only have to wait another half-hour or so if everything goes right. Did you think about it at all?"
"You mean about what you mentioned over the phone?" Marilyn nodded and handed Frank his drink. "Yes, I thought about it. That's just about all I've been thinking about since Thursday night."
"Do you think we should do it?" she asked timidly.
"Sure. Why, don't you?"
"Yeah, I think we should. Why not?" She sipped her drink, letting the warm liquor stay in her mouth for a while. "I'm still kind of scared, though."
Frank took her hand. "There's nothing to be scared about. After the first few minutes you'll feel right at home."
Marilyn didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or not. He probably meant it as one, though, she thought. Still, she was a bit nervous. Would she really be able to go through with it? She pictured herself with Frank screwing her ass, and everybody watching, as she had done a hundred times in the last few days. It excited her to think about it, but she still wasn't sure whether she would have the guts to actually do it.
I'll find out in another thirty or forty minutes, she thought as she drained the last drop of liquid from her glass.
"We'd better be going. It starts at eight, you know," Frank said. He took her glass and put it with his in the sink. "Before we do, I wonder if you'd do me a favor," he said softly as he came up from behind her and slipped his arms around her waist.
"What?" Marilyn asked as she smiled and leaned her head back against his shoulder.
"I'd like a preview of what I'm going to get later. Not too much. Just enough to make me drive a little faster."
She turned in his arms and faced him. "You can have anything you want, as long as it doesn't take more than two minutes. It's eight o'clock already." She put her arms around his neck and pulled his head down. The kiss was short, but she made sure she got her tongue deep inside his mouth, and she let him do the same to her.
"That's good to start with," Frank whispered when she broke the kiss. He slid the straps of her dress off her arms and reached behind her for the zipper.
"You only have two minutes, you know," Marilyn warned. "Don't get carried away.
"I won't, don't worry. I've got you reserved for first shots tonight, so I'm not afraid of missing anything." He pulled the dress off her breasts and caught his breath when he saw the flashy red bra. "Looks like you're really ready," he said as he found the clasp and undid it. The bra hung on her pointed tits for a second, but Frank quickly pulled it off. For the second time he saw those mammoth tits from close up, and they were just as spectacular now as they were before.
"What size bra do you wear anyway?" he asked suddenly as he cupped her breasts in both hands.
"That's none of your business," Marilyn teased, "but I'll tell you anyway. Thirty-eight C."
"God." Frank muttered as he fondled her breasts. He had never seen a girl with tits this big, and he certainly never had the thrill of feeling such weighty ones. He lowered his head and circled his lips around the dark nipple of Marilyn's left breast. She moaned and let her head drop backward, forcing her chest out, so that Frank's mouth was mashed into it. She managed to somehow reach down with her hand and feel the outline of his cock through his pants. She felt a thrill at learning how excited he already was. His big prick was stretched out to the top of his belt, and Marilyn could feel the head of it poking through the material of his shirt.
It certainly is huge, she thought as she traced the outline of it with her fingers. She wondered if she would be able to get it all in her ass. It was definitely bigger than Carol's vibrator, and the thought of that thing impaling her both excited and worried her at the same time.
Frank was still mouthing Marilyn's breasts as she felt his cock. He wanted to put her down on the floor and fuck the shit out of her while he bounced off those big tits of hers. But Marilyn was going to make sure he stuck to the bargain.
"You've got about thirty seconds left," she grunted as he lightly nipped her tit with his teeth. He took his mouth from her breast and kissed her neck.
"Then I'd better make the most of it," he whispered. He quickly dropped to his knees and raised the hem of Marilyn's dress even further up her thighs. He smiled when he saw the red underwear that did little to hide the thick bush of pubic hair that strained against it. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and slid the bikinis down just to Marilyn's knees, then buried his face in the V of her crotch.
Marilyn grabbed Frank's head in both hands for support as she felt his thick tongue snake out and run along her slit. She began to squirm her hips against his face as she felt the probing tongue work its way inside the outer folds of her cunt. She knew he couldn't get too far, because she still had her legs tightly closed and she didn't want to risk ripping her flimsy underwear by trying to spread her thighs. Still, he managed somehow to reach her clit with his teasing tongue, and Marilyn tensed her ass as the electrifying contact was made. She pushed her cunt even more at his mouth as his tongue gently flicked over her swelling love bud. If he kept that up, she thought, she just might give him all the time he wanted.
But Frank apparently had enough, at least for the moment. Sighing, he pulled his face away from her mound and looked up at Marilyn. She smiled and tried to straighten his mussed hair.
"Did I stop in time?" he asked as he stood up.
"Just in time." She kissed him, then pulled her panties back on and picked up her bra.
"I forgot to do that last Friday," Frank said as he did the clasp of her bra. "I wanted to see what I missed before we got to the party." He zipped her dress for her and grabbed her breasts from behind.
"And did you?"
"I did. It's a shame we can't do it right here." He gave her tits a firm squeeze, then took her by the hand and led her into the front room.
"Did you notice anything when you kissed me there?" Marilyn asked as he helped her on with her coat.
"You mean the perfume? It was good."
"That's all? I thought the salesgirl said it was supposed to make men fall all over you." She raised her eyebrows at him and smiled.
"If a man has to wait until he's got his mouth on that beautiful cunt of yours before he falls all over you, there isn't much hope for him." They both laughed as Marilyn locked the front door.
They went to Frank's car, and were soon on their way to the party Marilyn was looking forward to, and yet worried about. She supposed if everything went according to plan, she would be all right. And there was no reason why it shouldn't. There would be so many people there that she probably wouldn't even be noticed when she went in, especially if they went in the back door. And as far as having Frank fuck her ass while Jim and two dozen or so other people watched, she was beginning to get more and more excited about the idea. She wanted Frank to give her all of that great big prick of his, especially now that he had gotten her in the mood for it back at her house. It would have to feel better than Carol's vibrator, and that had felt great. She squirmed her ass into the vinyl seat as she thought of what was soon going to be in there.
"We're here," Frank said, cutting into her thoughts. They hadn't spoken a word all the while they were driving, and she wondered what he had been thinking about. It didn't matter now, though, because he was parking the car-there were an awful lot of cars-and soon they would be inside.
"Do you know this guy?" Marilyn asked as Frank opened the door for her. She wondered if he would lie now, when it wouldn't serve any purpose. She was there, and she wouldn't back down now.
"Well, I sort of know him. He's a doctor, and I went to him when I was younger. That was before he moved across town." He took Marilyn's arm and led her down the street. She was glad he hadn't lied to her now, and she was glad too that she had his arm to hold. This was a strange part of town to her. All the houses were so huge, although none of them could be called mansions. It made her feel more at ease as she viewed the finely landscaped gardens and the statues that decorated many of the lawns. Nothing could happen at a place like this, she thought. She realized her logic was bad, but the nice neighborhood still made her feel more relaxed.
"It's this house here," Frank said as they approached a large, rather simply decorated house. It looked like a large birdhouse more than anything, Marilyn thought as they walked up the path leading to the porch. The paint was beige, but rather faded, and the bushes looked like they could use a little trimming. Otherwise, the unpretentiousness of the place made it look more like a home than a house, and Marilyn could feel something of a friendly aura about it.
"Frank, aren't we going to go in the back door?" Marilyn asked quickly as he was about to ring the bell. She had been so busy noticing the house that she had forgot.
"That's right." He shook his head and led her around back. "We almost blew it right off."
Frank rang the bell that was under a cute weather shield, and almost immediately a distinguished-looking gentleman appeared and let them in.
"Good evening." He bowed and helped Marilyn take her coat off. "My name is Herbert. If there's anything you'd like, don't be afraid to ask me anytime."
"Thank you," Marilyn said. She smiled warmly at him. He certainly didn't look like a butler, and he couldn't be a day over forty-five.
"I think Marilyn would like to use the powder room before we go inside. Wouldn't you?" Frank asked awkwardly. The butler merely smiled and nodded.
"It's up these stairs here," he said as he led them to some rather ornate and winding steps. "The first door on your left."
"Thank you," Marilyn said. He bowed and left, and she immediately turned to Frank. "It looks like this is it," she whispered nervously. "I hope I don't faint or something."
Frank laughed. "You won't faint. Now go on upstairs and I'll come and get you in a little while." He kissed her lightly, and she started to climb the stairs.
"Frank, wait a minute," she called softly. "I'll be in the first bedroom on the right at the top of these stairs." He nodded and went through the door that must have led into the living room. Marilyn first realized that there wasn't much noise for a party, even one like this. But, the soundproofing could be superior. Or maybe things had started moving already. She looked at the clock by the bedroom she went into. It was only eight-thirty. Things couldn't have started that fast.
Marilyn groped around in the darkness until she found the bed. She didn't want to turn the light on ... why not? She turned and retraced her steps back to the door, where she found a wall switch. She turned the light on and looked around at the colorfully furnished room. Then she went back to the bed. It was large and high, with a deep green spread that had some fancy embroidery around the edges. Marilyn sat down and felt the mattress sink under her weight.
"God, is this cool." She bounced several times on the bed, laughing at the softness her ass was sinking into each time. Then she heard some music downstairs. She quickly got up and pressed her ear against the door, trying to hear voices from the hallway.
As she was listening to the muffled sounds of voices as they floated up the stairway at the other end of the hall, Marilyn didn't notice the door on the other side of the bedroom open. In fact, she hadn't even noticed the door.
"Are you hiding from someone?"
Marilyn jumped at the sound of the deep voice. She turned and saw a man standing just inside the other door. He was a little taller than Jim, and he had very broad shoulders for his height. She guessed him to be about thirty-five or so. He had on a dark brown sports coat that matched his hair, and her initial thought as she recovered from the shock of hearing him and then seeing him standing there, was that he was quite handsome.
"Is there something wrong?" the man asked when Marilyn made no effort to answer his first question.
"No, I'm all right," Marilyn whispered meekly, How did he get in without her hearing him? She looked at the door he came through and decided it must lead into another bedroom or maybe a bathroom.
"Don't be so nervous. Relax." He was only a few feet away from her now, and she could feel his eyes roaming over her body. She was worried he might ... no! He couldn't want her now. She wouldn't let him touch her. Not before she had let Frank have her in front of Jim.
"You're shy, aren't you?" the man said. "My name's Ed. What's yours?"
"Marilyn," she replied tersely.
"What did you say your name was?"
"Ed. Ed Bringman."
"You're the host?" Marilyn asked, and was immediately embarrassed by the incredulity her voice betrayed.
"Yes, I am. And who are you?"
"I'm Marilyn Carter, Jim's wife." He probably wouldn't even know him, she thought.
"Is he here tonight?"
"He's downstairs," Marilyn answered.
"Then why don't we join him?" He offered Marilyn his arm, but she stood still, barely breathing enough to satisfy her lungs. She couldn't go down now. It would ruin everything.
"I'd like to," she said awkwardly, "but I was going to play a joke on him, and if I went down now it would ruin it."
Bringman let his eyes roam over her entire body. From what he could see of her breasts, they were obviously huge, and her mid-thigh hem exposed enough of her legs to give him a good idea that she would be a knockout without her clothes on.
"And what kind of a joke were you intending to play on him?" Bringman asked. "Nothing dangerous, I hope. I like everyone here to be very friendly."
Marilyn noticed the lustful look in his eye as he continued to survey her body. She wanted to run, to get away from him, but she fought the panic that was growing inside her. That's what you're here for, she told herself. To have other men look at you just like that.
"It's nothing really," she said softly. She sat down on the bed and tried to look at ease. "Jim doesn't know I'm here. I was just going to surprise him, that's all."
Bringman walked to the door and locked it, then sat next to Marilyn on the bed. She trembled as he slipped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him.
"I'd like to know what you're going to surprise him with," he said into her ear. Marilyn tried to move her head away.
"Mr. Bringman, please-"
"Ed."
"Ed. Ed, please don't," she said as he kissed her neck. His arm held her tightly to him. "You'll ruin everything."
"I don't want to ruin anything," he protested as he put his other hand on her bare thigh. "I just want a little piece of what you've got up here, that's all." He moved his hand up her thigh, pushing her dress up at the same time, until he reached her crotch.
"Please," Marilyn moaned. "Look, I promise you can have me later. Any way you want. Just let me go now."
"But I want you now," he whispered. His fingers were rubbing at her slit through the thin material of her panties. "Besides, if you don't want to cooperate, I could always go downstairs and tell Jim that you're here."
"No," Marilyn said quickly. She felt her body beginning to respond to the crotch tickling he was giving her. She didn't want him-not right now, at least-but she was apparently going to have him whether she liked it or not.
"Someone's supposed to come up here and get me when the party starts going downstairs," Marilyn said. It was her last hope to make him let her go, but she soon found that it wouldn't work.
"There's no need to worry then," Bringman said confidently. "No one starts anything until at least a quarter to nine, that's one of the rules. Like I said, I like everyone here to be friends before they become lovers, so the first forty-five minutes are a sort of cocktail hour. So everyone can get acquainted and look over the prospects for the night." He had managed to slide his fingers under the band of her panties as he was talking, and he began to lightly tease Marilyn's already-swollen clit.
She felt helpless. There was no reason not to have sex with him. No reason that he would accept, anyway. It was only eight-thirty according to the clock on the dresser, and they had plenty of time to do just about anything, even if Frank came up exactly at a quarter of.
"All right," Marilyn whispered. "But let's hurry." She tried to get off the bed, but he held her down.
"There's no need to hurry, Marilyn," Bringman said. "We have plenty of time. I like to take things slow and easy." He grabbed her chin with the hand he had around her and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Relax. How come you're so tight?"
Marilyn shrugged. "I don't know. It's my first party like this, and I didn't plan on having you sneak in on me like you did."
"I didn't sneak in on you," Ed laughed. "This is my house."
"I know it is, but ... oh, never mind." She laughed at her nervousness, and as Bringman turned her head toward him again for another kiss, she felt herself begin to relax. It wasn't really that bad, Marilyn thought. Maybe if she screwed him in private, it would make it easier downstairs later. Besides, his hand was hot and firm as it started to rub up and down her thigh now. And now his thick tongue was probing shyly at her teeth, licking wetly over them as they breathed into each other's mouth, His breath was hot, and smelled of some kind of liquor, but Marilyn couldn't quite place the odor. It didn't matter though. It was good enough for her to want more, and she eagerly pressed her mouth against his as he sent his tongue deep down her throat, letting some of his saliva drip into her mouth and mix with hers.
Bringman's fingers found the thin material of Marilyn's panties once again, and she moaned into his mouth as he worked them under the band and sent his middle finger deep into her moistening pussy. He worked it around inside, feeling the smooth inner walls of her cunt as she continued to suck his tongue in her mouth. It was good, she thought, and she was certainly getting hotter than hell from this strange man's fingering and kissing. And there was no feeling of shame as there had been at first with Frank last week. This was pure sex, with no strings attached, and she might not ever see Bringman again in her life, although she was sure now that she wouldn't mind if she did. He was certainly an expert at preliminaries, and Marilyn was getting increasingly eager now to find out how good he was at the real thing.
As Ed pumped his finger faster and faster into Marilyn's now-wet pussy, she reached for the zipper of his pants and soon had it down. She worked her hand inside and pulled his cock through his under-wear and began stroking it. It was hard and smooth, although she was sure it wasn't as big as Frank's.
"Fuck me now," Marilyn whispered as she broke the kiss. Bringman immediately stood up and stripped his clothes off. Marilyn merely raised her dress around her hips and slid her panties off, but Bringman wasn't satisfied with that.
"I want to see all of you, baby," he said as he knelt on the bed and turned her on her side. He quickly unzipped her dress and took her bra off. Then he pulled the dress over her head as she sat up. When she was as naked as he was, they both sat there and stared at each other for a few seconds, admiring their bodies as they both felt their desire climb to unbearable heights.
"You're certainly built for sex, baby," Bringman said in a lust-filled voice as he reached out and touched her breasts. They were so huge he couldn't keep his eyes off them, and the best thing he could think of doing right now was sucking one of those big brown nipples into his mouth.
Marilyn sensed what he intended to do, and she cupped her left breast in her hand and offered it to his approaching mouth. She felt as if his lips were electrified as they caused her to jump when they made contact with her sensitive skin. She jumped again when his probing fingers parted the hairy lips of her cunt and grabbed her clit. He squeezed it gently, then began flicking it roughly back and forth, sending sharp jolts of both pleasure and pain through Marilyn's burning loins.
She wasn't content just to sit there and let him make love to her body, though. His cock was waving in the air, and the tiny hole in its head looked like an eye to her, watching her as it jerked around. Marilyn wrapped her hand around his cock then, and she suddenly had an overwhelming desire to suck the blunt shaft into her mouth. She lowered her head to it, forcing Ed to break contact with her tit, and soon was kissing the tip of his straining cock and licking her tongue inside the tiny hole.
Meanwhile, Bringman leaned back and watched this beautiful girl lick his cock for a few seconds, but his eyes soon turned to the dark brown patch of hair between her legs. It excited him, and he was soon stretched out along her body, his head buried in the thick fur of her cunt. Marilyn had hoped he would eat her while she was busy on him, and as she felt the tip of his tongue lick teasingly at the thick outer folds of her cunt, she was glad he did. She opened her legs wider to allow his tongue freer access to her steaming hole, and he responded by spearing it deep into her.
Marilyn moaned loudly as she felt his thick tongue begin to lick the walls of her cunt. She wanted him to lick all of it, every inch inside her dripping pussy until she came in his mouth. She thought that no man's tongue could ever feel as good as Carol's did three nights ago, but she was wrong. Ed's tongue was doing just as good a job of licking and pumping in her cunt as Carol's had. She could feel the pounding in her loins get harder and harder, aching to release the flood of love juice that she had stored for him just inside the walls he was so furiously licking now. Just another few seconds of this and she would make it. She pushed her cunt as hard as she could into his face, feeling his nose brush against her clit as his tongue licked deeper and deeper.
Bringman, too, was swiftly approaching his climax, and Marilyn licked tiny drops of fluid from the head of his prick as they bubbled up, clearing the way for the surge of cum that would soon follow. He couldn't hold back much longer, and as Marilyn felt his cock stiffen almost to the bursting point and begin its preliminary jerkings, she swallowed almost all of it down her throat. At the same time, her cunt started squeezing violently around Ed's licking tongue, flooding it with love juice that he hungrily licked up. Again and again her pussy contracted and sent flow after flow of her cum onto his tongue and into his mouth. She could think of nothing for the moment except the wonderful sensation between her legs that was driving her wild, making her wish that the cock she had in her mouth was in her throbbing hole.
But Ed's prick had some flooding of its own to do. As Marilyn was still at the peak of her orgasm, she felt his cock finally give one strong jerk, at last sending his first load of hot cum spurting down her throat. She formed a vacuum with her mouth and sucked hard on his cock, trying to drain it of every last drop that was pulsing up through it from his weighty balls. As she sucked his cock, she also squeezed his balls gently, urging them to deliver more and more of their precious liquid to her mouth. Ed's cock responded to her sucking and squeezing by blasting shot after shot of cum off the back walls of her throat.
They lay rocking on the bed for a few more seconds, each of them beating out the last spasms of their orgasms. Finally Marilyn pulled her head back, letting the still-hard prick slide from her mouth, all wet and shiny from her saliva. Ed, too, relaxed his oral hold on Marilyn's cunt and they both rolled onto their backs, staring at the ceiling and catching their breath. Marilyn rolled her tongue around inside her mouth; she could feel the slipperiness of his cum, and it thrilled her. It was so lewdly exciting to suck on a cock that wasn't attached to her husband, and she knew it was just what she had needed to get her in the right mood for what she was going to do.
"That was pretty good," Bringman said, still trying to catch his breath. "You really know how to suck a cock."
Marilyn smiled at his compliment, and tingled slightly at his sexy words. "And you know how to satisfy a woman," she said, although as she thought of it, she might rate him just a little behind Frank and Carol after all. He had been good, but he didn't seem to know all the tricks Carol did, and he wasn't as strong as Frank had been when he licked her cunt. Still, it was a good start for the evening, even though it was an unwilling one at first.
Bringman rolled off the bed and started dressing. "I don't want to be gone too long," he said as he pulled his underwear on. "I'm supposed to get things started."
"You already have," Marilyn said. He stared at her nude body while he dressed, and she obliged him by spreading her legs wide so he could have a good look at her cunt.
"I'd like to start and finish right here with you," he said as he looked at the pink flesh that seemed to shine from beneath the dark hair. He felt the desire building in his loins again, and he was tempted to screw her, but he certainly wouldn't be good for much downstairs if he shot off again. She was exciting enough just to look at, though, and it got him ready for whoever he would be with first downstairs. Marilyn hopped off the bed and started getting dressed. She smiled as Bringman felt her tits one last time before she covered them with her wisp of a bra.
"You certainly are well developed," he said as he watched the material cover half of her breasts.
"I'm just lucky," Marilyn said haughtily. He laughed and swatted her on the rump.
"I'll be looking forward to your little surprise." He disappeared through the same door he came in after zipping Marilyn's dress for her, and she wondered if she would have him again that night. In a way she wanted to, because she wanted to know what his cock felt like inside her pussy as well as her mouth, but then there were probably a lot of other men who were just as handsome as Ed and who would be dying to screw her. And the more men she could have tonight the better it would be, she thought. Might as well let Jim really know that she wasn't going to be just another housewife from now on.
Marilyn went to the dresser and straightened her hair and dress. She then went back to the door and listened for any sound from below. There was still some music playing, but no voices reached her, so maybe they were starting to swing downstairs. It was only ten to nine, though, so things would have had to happen pretty fast.
She laughed out loud as she pictured the imagined scene below. A dozen or so men facing a dozen or so women, all dressed very smartly and quite dignified, waiting tensely for the quarter-to-nine bell or gong or whatever to sound. Then they all strip as fast as they can and dive at the closest member of the opposite sex. It would be hilarious if that's what actually happened, she thought as she continued to laugh. It might not be that far-fetched after all, though.
It was now five to nine, and Marilyn was beginning to get nervous. She was beginning to get anxious, too, because Ed might have told everyone that she was up there, and maybe they were planning a surprise for her. It would be just my luck. Now that she thought of it, Bringman didn't look like he could be trusted; she should never have let him sneak in on her like that. The plan she and Frank had was delicate enough without letting the host in on it.
"Nothing's going to go wrong," Marilyn whispered to herself as she straightened up. "You're getting nervous for nothing. You act as if this was an invasion or something." She stopped talking and pressed her ear to the door again. Were those footsteps she heard? It was hard to tell, because the rug in the hallway was so thick. But they were footsteps, and they were coming toward the door.
Someone knocked. "Marilyn?" It was Frank. Marilyn felt relieved that he had finally come. She quickly unlocked the door and opened, it. Frank smiled and walked in.
"You just about ready?"
"God yes, I thought you'd never get here." Marilyn put her arms around his waist and hugged him briefly.
"It's still pretty quiet down there," Frank said after he kissed her. "The only thing that's happened was an accident."
"An accident?"
"Yeah, some woman slipped and fell backwards, and this guy grabbed her like this." Frank spun Marilyn around and pulled her backwards, so that she lost her balance and fell against him. He caught her by the breasts and pulled her up.
"You scared me!" Marilyn said when he put her back on her feet.
"Well, I had to demonstrate what happened, didn't I?" They both laughed, and Marilyn shook her head at his playfulness. She wanted to be serious, but it wasn't easy now.
"Look, when do you think we should go down?" she asked.
"Well, it depends what kind of effect you want to have," Frank said as he sat on the edge of the bed. "If we went down right now, you'd be sure to have everyone's attention, because no one is doing anything."
"Well, what do you think? Should we go now?" She wanted to. It would be the best time for shock effect, and besides, it would give all the men a chance to see her. If they went down when everyone was fucking or sucking, no one would pay any attention to her.
Frank shrugged. "I think we should," he said. He gave the same reasons she was thinking of. "Besides," he added after a slight pause, "we'd be better off going down now and getting it over with. I mean, we'll probably both get nervous just sitting up here waiting."
Marilyn nodded. She had been getting nervous the last few minutes, although it wasn't anything like how she had been before Bringman came. Still, she was ready now, so they might as well do it.
"Let's go now," she said as she sat next to Frank.
"Good." He kissed her on the cheek. "How do you want to do it?"
Marilyn frowned. She had been thinking about that, but not that much. "Why don't we just go down together and you strip me and then stick your cock in?" In spite of her businesslike tone, she still got a thrill from using that word.
"I don't know," Frank said. He looked disturbed.
"What's wrong with that?"
"Well, it seems like it would look too contrived. We don't want to look like we had it all planned, do we?"
"Maybe not," Marilyn said. She thought a few seconds, then smiled at Frank. "What if we went down different stairways? I could go down the back while you went in and sat down or something, then you-"
"Hey!" Frank cried. "You know how to dance, don't you?"
"Yeah, but not that well."
"Well, you're good enough to do a strip to slow music."
Frank was smiling broadly, waiting for her reply. Marilyn sat there stunned a few seconds, but as the thought continued to sink in, she became more and more excited with the idea.
"Why not?" she said at last. "Then you get up and stick your cock in my ass when I'm done, right?"
"Right. I'll go down now, and you wait about two minutes. I'll make sure a good record is on."
"The record isn't that important," Marilyn said hastily. What was important was the look that would be on Jim's face when he saw her strip.
Frank kissed Marilyn one more time, then led her to the door, "Give me two minutes now, then go down that far stairway. And relax, you'll be the star of the show."
"I should be," she said as he went out. "I'll be the only dancer in it." Marilyn closed the door, then anxiously waited for the clock on the dresser to tick off two minutes. When the time was up, she took a deep breath and went out of the room.
The stairway at the front of the house was much the same as the back stairs, Marilyn noticed as she went down. She stopped at the bottom, There was a short wall between her and the living room, where the sound of quiet talking and soft laughter now seemed like a roar in her ears. She thought of the girls on stage at the club long ago, and wondered how they felt up there. There would be no glaring-lights here, but everyone would be within touching distance. What if someone else besides Frank got to her first? What could she do? It would be bad, she thought, but she couldn't worry about it now. Some slow, classical music was just starting to come from the other room, and she knew that was her cue from Frank. Here goes, she thought. She took a deep breath and walked into the room.
Marilyn stopped and looked around for a few seconds. The room was large, and there were couches and chairs all over the place. One spot between two love seats on the opposite side of the room seemed to be clear, though, so she walked toward the area. As she went through the crowd, she looked for Jim but she couldn't see him right now. He had to be there, though. He was probably on some couch behind the people who were standing across the room, she thought.
Marilyn reached the open floor area and turned to look back at the room. There were at least twenty people there; Bringman was talking to some woman against the wall. She noticed that almost all the women had on short, revealing dresses. That could explain why no one seemed to pay much attention to her when she came in. But now they would, she thought.
She looked around and saw Frank standing by the fireplace. Where's Jim? she asked silently, forming the words with her lips. Frank pointed. Marilyn stared at the love seat in front of her. She had been too busy looking around at the other people to notice the two who were slouched down on the seat, their hands exploring each other's body while they kissed deeply.
"Jim!" Marilyn whispered harshly. He sat up quickly, a startled look on his face.
"Marilyn! What the hell are you doing here?" Marilyn looked at the woman he was with. She was about thirty, she guessed. It seemed like most of the people here were older than them, she thought quickly.
"This is what I'm doing!" she said out loud as she turned her eyes back to her husband. The blonde he's with is pretty, but she isn't built anything like me, Marilyn thought. She looked across the room and smiled at Frank, who smiled back.
It was now or never, and she was going to do it, he thought. He walked over to the couple who were standing on his right and called their attention to Marilyn, who was starting to move her hips slowly in circles. Soon, almost everyone in the room was watching, including Carol, who had been sucking on a rather large prick behind the couch on the other side of the room. She got up when she heard Jim's exclamation, and was now on the inside of the semicircle of viewers.
Jim and his playmate were, of course, the people Marilyn directed most of her movements to. She thought it was going to be harder to start than this, but seeing Jim there with his hand rubbing at that bitch's crotch had been enough to start the ball rolling. Now she moved her hips in ever-widening circles, thrusting them out a little more when they came to Jim's still-shocked face. She smiled thinly as she reached down and slowly slid her dress up her legs until the hem was just below her panties.
"That's it, baby, a little higher!" a voice called from the crowd surrounding her. They were beginning to laugh and whistle now as the initial surprise wore off and everyone relaxed and enjoyed the dance Marilyn was doing.
"Shake those big tits!" another voice called, and was followed immediately by laughter and further cries of encouragement. Marilyn smiled at the crowd and obliged them by leaning forward and pushing her chest out, so that the nipples of her breasts were barely covered by her bra. She continued to wiggle her ass, and now was pointing it right at Jim's face. Eat that, she thought.
A man in front of Marilyn reached out and slid his hand inside her dress, causing her to jump back in I surprise. She didn't panic, though. She merely [ shook her finger at the man's smiling face and backed away. She cupped both her hands under her breasts and smiled at him. "You can have all you want later," she teased as she rubbed her tits. She then reached behind and pulled the zipper of her dress down.
"Now we'll see what you're made of," a voice said. Others whistled and clapped as she pulled the straps off her shoulders and let the dress slowly slide over her bulging breasts until they were both sticking out, covered only by the thin red bra.
"Wow, they're real," someone said. Marilyn laughed at the remark and let the dress fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked it at Jim, who was still motionless even though the blonde next to him was fumbling with his zipper.
"Let's see it, baby," another voice said. Marilyn thought it was a woman, but it didn't matter. As she continued to swing her hips in tantalizing circles and step slowly around the edge of the crowd, she unhooked her bra and very deliberately, inched it off her tits. Several gasps went up from the people as Marilyn's big brown nipples came into view, staring at the crowd and daring them to touch. Someone did, too, but Marilyn slapped his hand down before he could get more than a handful of her burning tits.
Marilyn was hot now. She wanted everyone to stare at her tits, to touch them, to mouth them. And she wanted her cunt admired, too. Without hesitating, she slowed her undulations and began sliding the flimsy panties down her thighs.
"My God, what a bush," a man whispered. Several other men whistled, and a woman said "Is that a wig, honey?" at which everyone laughed.
"Do you want to see for yourself?" Marilyn answered gaily. She walked to where the voice had come from, and saw a pretty redhead sitting with her legs spread on the floor. She brought her cunt right up to the woman's face.
"Well, does it look real?" Marilyn asked.
"Feel it and see!" someone called.
"Eat it and see!" another voice said. And the redhead wanted to do just that. She stretched her neck up and kissed Marilyn's mound, then buried her tongue in the thick folds of her cunt. Marilyn let her lick around for a few seconds while the moans and grunts from the crowd surrounded her, then she quickly pulled away and went to the open floor.
"I want a man now!" she cried. "A real man." She looked at Jim and laughed, then looked around at the crowd. Frank took his cue and stepped up to her.
"Now here's a man who's got everything," Marilyn called loudly. She kissed Frank on the cheek, then undid his pants while he took his shirt off.
"Give it to her, man," a voice called. "Stick it in her good," another said. Then a third voice that Marilyn recognized as Carol's cried out. "Cut the sissy talk. Fuck the shit out of her, Frank!"
Everyone cheered except Jim. The crowd grew quiet as Frank spread the cheeks of Marilyn's ass apart and slid a finger down the exposed crack, over her anus, and finally into her damp cunt. Marilyn, meanwhile, grabbed his huge cock and began stroking it as it throbbed and jerked between their stomachs.
"Put the damn thing in her!" someone called out.
"Fuck her," a woman's voice said. "Come over T here and give it to me!" A few people laughed at the unintended encouragement the woman gave, but most simply concentrated on Marilyn and Frank as they continued to kiss and feel each other.
Now, though, there was some movement in the crowd as others started to strip. Soon half the people there were naked and grabbing cocks or cunts or whatever they could feel that was close to them. The main attraction was still the two lovers in the middle, though, and everyone continued to watch as they tried to satisfy their own building desires, too. Frank and Marilyn were on their knees now, still locked in a tight embrace. He had two fingers in her cunt and one in her ass; she was squeezing his balls and rubbing his cock with both her hands. It was enough to make Marilyn forget that anyone was watching; all she could think of now was getting that big cock of his jammed all the way up her cunt.
But that would have to wait. She remembered that he was going to fuck her ass first, and there was something she wanted to do before that. Without letting go of his prick or balls, Marilyn quickly leaned down and began sucking on Frank's cock, much to the delight of the onlookers. Many began to moan loudly at the obscene spectacle before them, the beautiful girl letting her tits swing to the floor as she circled her wet lips around Frank's pumping cock and sucked on it furiously. Frank grabbed her tits and began to squeeze them as he rocked his hips in rhythm to Marilyn's sucking lips. He couldn't take much more; the fire in his balls was raging out of control now, ready to spew his boiling cum out his cock and into her soft mouth. He would have liked nothing better, but just as he felt the flood begin to swell in his loins, Marilyn took her mouth away and quickly spun around on the floor.
"Now, give it to me!" she hissed. Frank immediately grabbed her ass and spread the soft cheeks until the brown, wrinkled hole was clearly visible. He grabbed his cock in his hand and placed the blunt head of it up against the tiny hole and began to push.
"He's going to fuck her asshole!" someone cried in disbelief.
"How the hell can she get all that inside?" a woman said. "It must be nine inches long at least!"
Jim, who had been motionless until now, began to recover from the mixed feelings of anger and excitement at his wife's actions. He, too, watched in fascination as his best friend pushed the head of his cock against Marilyn's ass. He wanted to cut Frank's cock off at first, but the fingers on his own were too good to interrupt, and he had his own fingers buried in a mushy cunt now. Besides, he had never done that to Marilyn ... That's right, he thought. She never let me do that, and now she's letting this jackass try it.
Jim stood up quickly and tried to move toward the couple on the floor only five feet away. But his knees gave way under him as an insistent hand pulled him back down by his straining cock. All he could do was watch as Frank finally managed to poke the head of his prick into Marilyn's resisting hole.
For Marilyn it wasn't as easy as she thought it was going to be. Even though she was fully aroused, the first intrusion hurt. Frank's cock wasn't tapered like the vibrator, and the blunt, blood-filled head broke into her ass, spreading the clutching muscles before it.
"Owwwwww, that hurts," she cried as Frank continued to push the head of his cock further up her ass. "Take it easy!"
"Fuck her good, man! Ram that cock home!" someone called. But Frank needed no urging. He was past the point where he could consider anyone else's feelings except his own. And there was only one feeling in his brain now-lust. He had to get his cock buried into that beautiful ass! And however Marilyn screamed or pleaded, he was going to do it now.
"Frank, nooooo ... " Marilyn moaned as she felt her muscles stretch and grind against the battering ram of a cock that was penetrating her. "Frank! It hurts! Oh God, please stop!"
But her pleas were useless. Inch by inch the invading shaft rammed further into her ass, tearing the tender skin and sending small trickles of blood onto Marilyn's pussy. There was nothing that could keep his cock out now; Frank continued to jam and buck his prick into Marilyn's yielding ass until only an inch or two of it remained out. Then he slowly withdrew it until just the head remained in.
Marilyn relaxed her battered body as the stiff shaft withdrew. She thought for a moment that it was over, that the excruciating pain had finally stopped. But it had only just begun, for as soon as Frank got his cock out, he plunged it back into her until his balls smacked wetly on her pussy below.
"Uuuhhhh," Marilyn grunted as once again her tender hole was brutally parted before the battering cock. It was too much this time, too much terrible pain. She thought she was splitting wide open as Frank again withdrew his slimy cock and rammed it all the way home.
"No ... please ... it ... " Marilyn mumbled. Then a tingling feeling creeped into her brain, and a second later she had dropped into the blissful rest of unconsciousness.
"She's fainted," someone whispered. But no one really seemed to care now. Everyone was naked, and several couples were fucking just a few feet from where Frank continued to pump his cock into Marilyn's limp body. Even Jim was occupied, as his face was buried between the blonde's legs, while she was masterfully licking her tongue wetly up and down his cock. He couldn't care less now what Marilyn was doing.
Frank kept banging away at Marilyn's ass, holding her up with his hands as he rammed his cock harder and harder into her. He was wild now at the sight of the completely helpless girl at his mercy, and his cock soon began to spit out its hot cum deep into her rectum. Again and again he plunged into her, each time shooting a thick load of his seed far up her ass. Finally, after a full minute of pumping, Frank tightened his buttocks for one last thrust, and after it was pounded home, he collapsed onto her back as they both fell to the floor.
Marilyn could feel the impact as Frank landed heavily on her, and it was enough to wake her up. Her ass felt like it was on fire, and the stiff wedge of Frank's cock was still splitting her apart. But the sharp pain was gone, at least. It didn't hurt if she stayed still.
Frank was too heavy for her to stay still long, though. She tried to roll him off her, but he held her down.
"That was great," he whispered. "How about another one in a few minutes?"
"No, I can't," Marilyn mumbled, still in a daze. This wasn't what she had in mind when she thought about fainting while making love. "Take it out."
Frank reluctantly pulled his hips back, allowing her to move enough so that his cock slipped wetly out of her ass with a loud sucking noise.
"See, it didn't want to let go," he smiled. Marilyn was in no mood for jokes, though. All that she wanted to do was get away for a few minutes and rest. She got to her feet, and although still a little shaky, managed to pick her way through the tangled and writhing bodies that covered the floor. She hardly noticed them, though, and she didn't even look at Jim eating his girlfriend out on the love seat.
CHAPTER FIVE
Marilyn managed to make it to the stairs, where she sat down with her head in her hands, trying to clear the fog that seemed to cloud her brain. It certainly didn't go as well as she hoped it would, she thought. It might have if Frank had been a little more gentle. That didn't matter now, though. Things were really swinging, and if she wanted to get in on the action, she would have to get back in there.
She was just getting up to rejoin the party when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Can I get you something, Miss?" It was Herbert, the butler.
"No, thank you."
"Are you sure?" he asked. His voice was deeper, more suggestive. Marilyn looked into his eyes, which she found an exciting shade of blue, like the reflection of the sky in a smooth puddle of clear water. Why not? she thought. He's a man like all the other men in there.
She smiled at him, running her tongue over her lips. "What were you thinking of getting me?"
Herbert stood silent for a few seconds, then grabbed her and crushed his mouth down hungrily on hers as he ground his body against her magnificent tits and stomach. Marilyn soon had his pants open, and was sliding them down his legs. He apparently wasn't satisfied with her progress, though. He pushed her away and quickly stripped every inch of clothing from his body as Marilyn sat down on the steps and watched. When his cock jerked free of his underwear, she caught her breath. It reared up and stared at her; it was at least as long as Frank's was, and every bit as thick. And this time she wasn't going to be satisfied with an ass reaming. She was going to have that thing in her cunt, whether Herbert wanted it there or not.
Herbert apparently had the same idea, though, and he wasn't going to fool around. He went to Marilyn and pulled her legs apart, revealing the open lips of her pussy glistening in the dark patch of hair.
"Hey, take it easy," she said, although she rather enjoyed his eagerness. This guy's going to rape me, she thought, tingling at the idea even though she knew it certainly wouldn't be rape. Not unless she tried to fight him, that is. "No, get your hands off me," Marilyn whispered quickly as the idea struck home. "Stop it or I'll scream!"
"Go ahead and scream," Herbert said contemptuously. "No one's going to pay attention, they're too busy in there." He nodded toward the living room, from where Marilyn could hear bodies slapping together and moans drifting in the still air. "All I want is a little piece of what you're giving everyone else tonight," Herbert rasped as he fought to keep Marilyn's thighs spread. He managed to hold them apart long enough to kneel between them, and he pushed Marilyn back on the stairs as he grabbed his cock in one hand and guided it toward her pink opening.
"Nooooo," Marilyn moaned as she rolled her head on the stairs and half-heartedly tried to push him away. She soon felt the electrifying contact as the head of his prick lodged just inside the meaty outer lips of her pussy.
"Herbert, please, don't. Not like this, I can't."
"You can't move?" he asked. "Let's move up the stairs a little bit." He began to lift her up, but she held him away.
"No, I'm not going to do it. You're not going to fuck me!"
"I think I am," he grunted as he finally managed to lift her up and put her three stairs higher. "And I'm going to do it right now." He quickly placed himself on top of Marilyn and spread her legs with his own. Then with a short lunge, he jammed his cock halfway into her unresisting cunt.
"Ohhhhh, God," Marilyn moaned as she felt his cock spear into her. He stifled any other sound she was going to make by crushing his mouth down on her soft, pliant lips and stabbing his tongue deep in her throat. With his right hand he steadied himself as he began to thrust into her pussy, and his left hand kneaded both her tits as Marilyn began to respond to the ramming cock between her legs.
"That's good, isn't it?" Herbert grunted as he jammed his prick up to the base in her wet cunt, causing his balls to smack loudly against her ass.
"Isn't it!"
"Yessssss," Marilyn sighed. "It's good, oh God, it's good!"
"You like me to fuck you like this, don't you?" She nodded. "Say it!" the butler demanded.
"Yes, I like you to fuck me like this." Marilyn breathed heavily, her cunt sucking eagerly on his huge cock as it fired in and out of it like a long piston. Her tits were on fire now too; Herbert's hand continued to roll them around and squeeze the burning nipples until they stood up like tiny columns.
"What else do you like?" Herbert asked as he slid his tongue wetly in her ear and licked around. "Tell me everything that you like about what we're doing!"
"I ... it's-" she gasped. Her loins were ready to erupt with passion as that giant cock of his continued to ram harder and harder into her steaming hole.
"Tell me!" Herbert demanded.
"I ... I like your cock in me, I like it pounding into my cunt like , ... this, I ... oh God ... I ... your cock ... fucking me, fucking me ... fucking meeeee!!" Marilyn cried out as her cunt began to squeeze and throb uncontrollably around the beautiful hardness of the cock that was still plunging wildly into her. She threw her arms around Herbert's back and hugged him tightly to her as she tried desperately to hold his cock inside her throbbing pussy. Herbert continued to buck his hips against her crotch, sending his prick as far as it would go into her dripping cunt, until finally he could feel his own cum begin to boil in his balls and surge wildly up his jerking cock.
"I'm cuming!" he cried. "Suck my scum into that pussy of yours, take it all now!" He smacked his cock into her cunt and held it there tightly as the first shot of cum spurted into her.
"Yesss," she moaned loudly as she felt him squirt into her. "Give it to me ... I need your cum! Ohhhh ... fuck me, come on, fuck me!"
Herbert strained his cock harder into her churning cunt as he shot load after load of cum deep into Marilyn's belly. It seemed like they would both never end their spasms as each of them jammed their hips against the other, trying to quench the fires that raged out of control in their loins. For Marilyn, it was the deepest she ever had a cock inside her. She strained her ass hard against his still-plunging cock until her cunt gave its last few contractions. Slowly she began to relax her body as she could feel Herbert stop too, his cock drained of all its cum. He fell limply onto her, and they lay there a few seconds with his cock buried in her leaking cunt. They were kept from falling only by his feet, which were still braced against the bottom stair, where they had been all the while they were fucking. Herbert got off Marilyn and picked up his clothes, wiping his cock on his underwear as he went into the kitchen.
Marilyn lay there for another minute or so, her legs spread wide on the stairs, cum dripping from her cunt. It was great, she thought. The best fuck she had ever had, although she realized she had been thinking that a lot lately. What she wanted to do now was rest, but she was too tired to move upstairs. What the hell, she thought, I'm comfortable here. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander.
It wasn't long before she had fallen into a light sleep. She felt so relaxed as she dreamed that a man had seen her lying there on the stairs and was feeling her swollen cunt lips. It was so peaceful, and he was so gentle as he slid a finger deep into her soft, wet pussy, feeling the mixture of cum and her own juice leak slowly from her wide-open hole. Then he started kissing her breasts, running his tongue ever so lightly over the sensitive nipples as they again came to attention proudly, pointing straight up at his flicking tongue. Marilyn moaned as she thought she could feel his tongue on her neck then, and she eagerly opened her lips to suck the imagined organ into her mouth. She felt another organ at her pussy lips too, and she sucked that inside at the same time, feeling it gently part the willing folds of soft pink skin as it buried itself deep in her warm pussy. Then it began to move, slowly at first, but soon building speed as it rammed into her eager cunt, sending wave after wave of delight through her resting body.
Marilyn began to move her own hips in rhythm with the thrusting prick, and she could feel her cunt sliding up and down the rock-hard shaft as it pumped in and out of her. It felt so real, so good, that she had no desire to stop it, so she instead tried to bury the cock deeper into her aching cunt. Faster and harder it pumped into her, and her pussy clutched and grabbed at it every time it withdrew, until finally it started to throb inside her, and she could feel the wonderful jerking that could mean only one thing.
Marilyn sighed deeply as she felt the cum blasting into her pussy. It was so real, all hot and slimy inside as load after load spurted all over the walls of her cunt. And she, too, was beginning to cum, as her burning pussy contracted violently around the almost-spent cock. Again and again the contractions came, forcing a flood of cum around the invading prick and sending a small trickle down the crack of her ass.
"Oh it's so good," she mumbled dreamily. "Keep fucking me." But the cock had stopped jerking, and was now slowly withdrawing as Marilyn's cunt also stopped squeezing. "Don't take it out yet," she begged, but it was too late. Her cunt Was empty once again.
Marilyn sighed as her lover left. It had seemed so real, she thought. Maybe it was! The thought startled her enough to let her open her sleepy eyes, but no one was to be seen. There seemed to be less light and noise coming from the other room now, though. She shook herself awake and went to the doorway.
A few couples were still scattered around on the floor, and several more were on the couches and chairs, but there seemed to be less people than before. The light was dimmer now, though, so maybe she couldn't see everyone, she thought. More probably, a lot of them had gone upstairs to the bedrooms.
Marilyn decided to go see if there was anyone up there. She climbed the stairs and slowly opened the first door she came to. It was dark inside, but the light from the hallway showed the outline of two figures on a large bed. They were both men!
She quickly closed the door and turned away from it.
Some noise seemed to be coming from a room a little way down the hall, and Marilyn went toward T it. She opened the door slowly and stared in disbelief at the sight on the bed that was in the center of the room. There were two men and two women on the bed, including the redhead who had licked her cunt downstairs. One of the men was on his knees with his face buried between the redhead's widespread legs. It was at a perfect angle for Marilyn to see, and she watched in fascination as his tongue licked the full length of her open slit. Behind him was something else to see. The other woman was laying perpendicularly under his body, and she was licking on his cock with her tongue. Between her legs, the other man was rubbing his cock up and down her slit, although Marilyn didn't have too good a view of it. She could see him push his hips forward, though, and knew his cock must be buried in the woman's cunt now.
The obscene spectacle was too exciting to miss, and since the light in the room was on, Marilyn could see just about everything that was going on. The tall man had his mouth fastened on the redhead's cunt now as she tried to raise her ass off the bed.
"Deeper, you son of a bitch!" she rasped as she continued to grind her crotch against his face. "Oh, you're gonna get it, baby, all over your mouth, I'm cuming all over ... ohhhh!" She sighed deeply and grabbed the man's head by the ears, holding him down against her throbbing pussy as she beat out her climax on his probing, licking tongue.
Marilyn felt her own cunt begin to ache now as she watched the redhead continue to move her pussy against the man's face, moaning all the while, and begging him to get his tongue in deeper. Her hand went down to her burning cunt now, as the picture of her and Carol just a few days ago flashed in her mind. She needed her cunt sucked on like that. She needed a tongue in there to lick the tender walls and taste the cum that was still leaking from her. It didn't matter whether it was a ... wait, Marilyn thought. She looked at the redhead's pretty, passion-contorted face. She wanted to eat me downstairs, so now she's going to do it!
Marilyn went into the room and tiptoed across the plush carpet, although none of the people on the bed would have noticed her now. She got on the bed quickly and straddled the girl's face, smiling at the man who had his mouth still clamped tightly on her pussy, arid who looked up over the redhead's bush to watch as Marilyn slowly lowered her cunt to the other girl's mouth.
It went as smoothly as possible; the redhead speared her slender tongue deep into Marilyn's hot cunt as soon as she felt the hair of her pussy on her face. Marilyn didn't want to settle completely on her for fear of suffocating her, or at least interrupting her tongue while she fought for breath. So she kept her cunt lips just a fraction off the girl's mouth, so she could kiss and lick her steaming pussy and still breathe. And the girl was doing both without any trouble. She licked the wet walls of Marilyn's cunt, and rubbed her nose over her swollen clit, just as Carol had done last Wednesday. Marilyn began to rub her clit over the girl's nose, increasing her pleasure as she raced quickly to her orgasm.
She looked around at the other people on the bed. The man who had been eating the redhead out was now straddled across the other girl's chest, and Marilyn watched through lust-glazed eyes as the brunette sucked his cock in and out of her mouth, leaving only an inch or so of it showing when she got it in. The man had his hands under her head, supporting her as he pumped his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth like it was nothing but another hole where he could come off. Marilyn could see the girl's breasts mashed under the man's legs, and she wondered how it didn't hurt her.
That was her last thought for the moment, as the tongue in her cunt brought her closer and closer to explosion. Marilyn kept rubbing her clit on the girl's nose until finally her cunt walls tensed, then began their contractions, squeezing her juice out into the redhead's waiting mouth. More and more of her cum flowed from her cunt as Marilyn ground her pussy down on the girl's mouth now, trying to force her tongue deeper into her throbbing hole.
"Ohhhhh ... lick deeper!" Marilyn demanded as she continued to smash her cunt down on the girl's mouth. The redhead tried to reach further into Marilyn's throbbing cunt, but her tongue just wasn't long enough, and it was getting tired besides. The best thing she could think of was to stick her finger into Marilyn's pussy, and she soon had two of them buried in the still-contracting cunt.
"Ohh, that's good," Marilyn sighed as she felt the fingers dig deeper up her cunt. She sighed loudly again as the last few contractions signaled an end to her climax. Then she reached down and pulled the redhead's fingers out of her cunt.
"I want you to lick it up," she ordered, at the same time grinding her cunt onto the girl's mouth. She responded by sending her tongue slithering up her sloppy pussy and licking all around. Marilyn thrilled at the feeling, and also at the thought of this complete stranger licking her own juices and another man's cum from her cunt. It was so degrading, so servile for her to do it, although she probably loved it just as much as Marilyn did. She kept licking her tongue around Marilyn's tender inner walls, sending little jolts of pleasure through her body. It was good, but her cunt was too sensitive now to take much of it, so Marilyn got off the girl's head. It would be nice to rest now, and her cunt probably would appreciate it, but there were too many other things she wanted to do before the night was over, and staying here would only waste time. She decided to go back downstairs and see if she could find Frank or Carol. Jim might be down there too, but she wasn't really interested in what he was doing. He had seen her with Frank's cock in her ass, and that was enough for one night.
Marilyn walked out of the room, looking back at the bed as she left. Everyone was resting now, and the two men were sprawled across the brunette's body.
She went back downstairs, completely relaxed and at ease now. Marilyn went into the living room. All the lights were off now, and only the light from the upstairs hallway illuminated the room at all. She walked over to the nearest couch and looked over the back of it. Well, I've found Frank, she thought.
Frank was lying on his back on the couch, and a blond woman with a rather large ass was lying on top of him, jamming that big ass of hers down on his cock. From where she was standing, Marilyn could see his prick sliding in and out of her clutching pussy, although she couldn't see too much detail in the dim light. She watched for a few seconds, then moved on.
Marilyn went to the next couch, but as far as she could tell, the couple there were only resting, as were the couple on the floor just a few feet away. A little further away on the floor, though, she could hear some bodies smacking together, so she went over to investigate.
When Marilyn got closer, she saw that it was two men and a woman who had been making the suggestive noises. The girl was on her knees on the floor, and she was sucking on a man's cock. The man was lying down, so that as the girl bent forward to reach his cock, her ass thrust up into the air, and another man was kneeling behind her and making the best of the opportunity, ramming his cock in and out of her cunt from behind.
Marilyn watched the man thrust his hips forward and heard the loud whack as his pelvis hit the girl's ass. She moved in closer to see if she could make out who the men and girl were. When she got close to the girl's head, she drew in her breath sharply and stepped back.
"Carol?" she whispered. The girl looked sideways without taking her mouth from the cock she was greedily sucking on. It was Carol, and she seemed to be loving the double invasion of her body from top and bottom. She continued to thrust her ass back against the pile-driving cock that was ramming into her, at the same time sucking hungrily on the cock in her mouth. Marilyn watched in lustful fascination as the lewd spectacle became clearer as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. The man who was on the floor was tall and well built, and looked about forty or so. The other man was much younger, perhaps Jim's age, but it certainly wasn't Jim. This guy had a rather skinny body, although as Marilyn watched his cock ram in and out of Carol's eager cunt, she could see that he certainly wasn't underdeveloped there. His prick looked at least seven inches, maybe longer, and it was thick enough to fill Carol's cunt as it banged home.
Marilyn watched the lewd scene and felt herself grow increasingly excited. She reached down and began fingering herself as her cunt again felt as if it were beginning to catch fire. Carol looked up at Marilyn and noticed her fingering herself. She reached out an arm and grabbed her by the ankle, pulling her toward her.
"Sit on his cock!" Carol commanded as she took her mouth from the glistening organ. Marilyn looked at the cock as it jerked in the air, all wet and slimy from Carol's saliva. "Hurry up, he's almost ready to cum," Carol grunted as she strained her ass back against the cock thrusting into her cunt.
Marilyn needed no further urging, and she quickly straddled the man's stomach, facing Carol. The other girl grabbed his cock and guided it into Marilyn's open pussy as she lowered herself onto it.
"Ohhhh," she sighed as she felt the head plop inside the meaty lips of her cunt. Carol smiled dreamily as she watched Marilyn's cunt swallow the lubricated cock until only the base of it and the heavy balls beneath were left visible.
"That's ... good, isn't it?" Carol grunted as she bounced her ass harder and harder against the man's stomach behind her.
Marilyn smiled as she raised her ass and let the cock slide out of her foamy cunt. "Why ... don't you-" she began, interrupted when the man she was riding thrust his hips in the air, sending his cock back into her cunt until it was buried as deep as before. Luckily, though, Carol got the message, and as the man settled his ass to the ground again, she began licking the base of his cock and the thick outer lips of Marilyn's pussy as she began to bounce up and down on the man's cock.
"Yeessssss ... " Marilyn moaned as she felt Carol's tongue flick across her clit. The man had grabbed her ass now, and was pulling her down hard every time she raised up. He started grunting after a few thrusts, and Marilyn could feel his cock swell even more than it was inside her cunt.
"I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, I'm ... nowww ... take it!" he rasped as he held Marilyn's ass tightly against his stomach while he thrust his cock into her with all his might. "Uhhhhhh ... " he grunted as the first shot of cum blasted deep into Marilyn's cunt. She could feel it shoot up and splash against the already sloppy walls of her pussy, washing them even more with its slipperiness. Then another load blasted its way out of his cock and deep into her hole. Marilyn ground her cunt down as far and as hard as she could on the jerking cock as it continued to empty load after load of cum into her. She felt the first contractions of her own orgasm begin, and she reached down and squeezed his balls to keep him cuming while she was starting to go. The feel of his pubic hair rubbing into the crevice of her ass excited her even more, and she was soon moaning as her cunt began to squeeze violently around his cock. She had cum so many times already that she was exhausted. Still, it had been good, even though it was a lot shorter than her earlier orgasms.
Marilyn leaned back and put her hands on the floor on either side of the man's body. His cock was obviously well-spent too, as it began to deflate rapidly in her loose pussy. She felt it slide out slowly as it shrunk from the stiff giant it had been to the puny little dwarf it was now.
Marilyn looked at Carol. She was lying on the floor between the man's legs now, with the guy who had just fucked her lying on her back. They both looked tired.
Marilyn sat up on the man's stomach and then got off him, his cock sliding across her thigh as she did, leaving a wet path of both their cum. What can I do now? she thought. She looked around the room, and could see some figures on the floor on the far side, and another two on a couch near her, but that was all. It seemed like more people had left for the upstairs bedrooms.
I guess I'm not the only one who likes a little privacy, Marilyn thought as she went back upstairs. She was dead tired now, but she saw by the clock in the hallway that it was still early. There was still plenty of time left to have one or two more men, and even though she didn't feel like it right now, she was sure she could get up for it with a little stimulation.
She passed the doors of the rooms she had looked in before, which left only two more rooms for her to look in. One was the room Bringman had fucked her in, so she decided to take a peek in there first. She had her hand on the doorknob and was just turning it when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Oh!"
"I'm sorry," the man said, laughing softly. "I didn't mean to scare you." Marilyn smiled as she looked at his body. He was as naked as she was, and she saw that he was adequately equipped when her eyes came to rest on his cock, which was hanging down over the biggest pair of balls that she had ever seen.
"My name's Bob," he said.
"I'm Marilyn. What are you doing up here?"
He laughed at her question. "The same thing you are. I was downstairs, too, and when I woke up it seemed like everybody was gone. I saw you come upstairs, so I followed you."
"I didn't even hear you," Marilyn said.
"Good, I didn't want you to. I thought you knew where to go."
"I was just going in here," she said, nodding at the door.
"Do you know if anyone's in there?"
"No. I was just going to find out when you stopped me." She grabbed the doorknob again and turned it. She wouldn't really mind if there wasn't anybody in the room. Bob looked like he was only about thirty or so, and she liked men with light brown hair. He was also pretty well-built, although nothing like the guy she had screwed downstairs.
"Quiet," he whispered as Marilyn pushed the door open. The light was on in the room, and they could hear the sounds of sex come through the narrow opening, although the door opened away from the bed, so they couldn't see anything as yet.
"Sounds like they're having fun," Marilyn said. Bob put a hand on her ass and began to knead the soft flesh. "Hey! Can't you wait till we're inside?"
"No," he replied. She shook her head and smiled as he continued to feel her ass. She pushed the door open a little more now, just enough to poke her head into the room and see what was going on.
"What do you see?" Bob asked.
Marilyn watched a few more seconds, then turned to him.
"You'd better look for yourself," she said, smiling. Bob brushed past her, letting his limp cock rub along her thigh as he did. He looked in the room and then came back out.
"Want to join them?"
"Sure. What's that smell?"
Bob looked surprised. "That's marijuana. Haven't you ever had any?"
Marilyn shook her head. "No, and I don't want to try it." She had been offered drugs a hundred times in college, but they seemed like a cheap way to admit that you weren't strong enough to face life like it is.
"Why? There's nothing wrong with it," Bob said. "If you only take it once in a while it can't hurt you."
Marilyn shrugged and frowned. "I just don't think I want it, that's all."
"All right. Let's try the next room."
"Wait a minute." We can go in here. I just won't smoke."
"Let's go then, before everyone's had it," Bob said cheerfully.
They went into the room, Bob still holding onto Marilyn's ass as if it was his own personal property. She looked at the four people seated in a circle on the bed. They were passing a cigarette around. She hadn't seen that when she looked in. There was a couple fucking on the floor at the end of the bed, and she thought they were the only ones in the room.
"Hi, join the party," one of the men said. Marilyn looked at the other man, who had his back toward the door, and who was now turning to see who had come in. She froze, a look of shock and anger on her face. Why hadn't she looked at the bed before she came in? And why the hell did those bastards have to be fucking on the goddamn floor?
Jim smiled at her, a sardonic smile that got her even angrier than she was at seeing him there naked with two women and another man. She never knew he smoked grass, and the thought of him doing it all the while they were married sickened her.
But she couldn't make a fuss here in front of all these people. Wait till we get home, she thought as she looked at him through narrowed eyes. She hoped he could somehow guess what she was thinking. You dirty son of a bitch.
"Come on," Jim said gaily. "There's always room for two more, especially you, honey." He laughed loudly. He's already high, Marilyn thought as she and Bob approached the bed. The others moved around to make room for them in the circle, and they were soon on the bed with their legs crossed, waiting for the cigarette to be passed.
"How come you have only one joint?" Bob asked as he took it from the girl next to him.
"That's all we could find," the man across from him said. Marilyn noticed that he kept his eyes on her tits all the time since she sat down.
"Here, try it," Bob said as he handed the joint to Marilyn. She shook her head and passed it to Jim, whom she had been trying to ignore.
"I think this gentleman here would enjoy it much-more than I would," she said sarcastically. Jim laughed as he pushed her hand back.
"Oh, come on, honey, try it," he teased as he grabbed her left tit. "It might make you want to have these big beauties sucked on." The others in the group laughed as they watched Jim lower his head and kiss her nipple. "There, now wouldn't that be a little better if you had a few puffs?"
"I don't think you know what you're saying," Marilyn sneered as she sat there rigidly. He's already making an ass of himself, she thought. She fought the urge to slap him. Instead, she turned to Bob.
"I think this guy's an amateur," she said, pointing at Jim. "Why don't you show him how it's done?" She cupped her tits in both hands and held them out to him.
"Sounds good to me," Bob said as his eyes fastened on her melon-shaped tits. He lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
"Ohhh, yes. That's the way a good lover should suck," Marilyn said. He was doing a good job, but more importantly, he was doing it right here in front of Jim.
She looked around as she noticed movement on the bed. Two of the girls had snuggled up to the man at the head of the bed. Marilyn appraised his body quickly, and decided he wouldn't be a very interesting fuck. He was short and had a small pot, which Marilyn didn't like. Besides, his head looked like it was buried under what obviously was a wig. Still, his cock, which was rising to full erection under the manipulation of both girls' hands, was pretty solid looking, and it wasn't too bad for length, either.
Marilyn looked down at Bob's cock then. It had sprung up without any stimulation, and was now pointing directly at her face as he kept sucking on her tits. She reached down and grabbed it, rubbing it up and down as she felt it stiffen just a little more, until it was as hard as she was going to get it. She wanted to suck on it, but with Jim there watching, she would rather have it in her cunt.
As Marilyn felt Bob's hand tickle at her cunt, she also felt a pair of hands on the juncture of her thighs and torso. They jerked her into a kneeling position, and Marilyn could feel a cock whack against her ass as she was being raised.
"What are you doing?" she said harshly as she turned her head to look at her husband, who was kneeling behind her.
"I'm going to fuck your ass while you suck on his cock," he said happily, as if he had it planned all along.
Marilyn looked up at Bob. "I thought you were going to fuck me," she said in a pleading voice.
"That's all right," Bob replied, smiling. "I can wait. Besides, I'd like to see how good you can suck me off, too."
Marilyn shook her head. "Wait a minute," she said as she turned back to Jim. "You can't do that! It still hurts from before." It did hurt a little, but not enough where she wouldn't do it with some stranger. She didn't want her husband doing it to her in front of everybody, though.
"Don't worry," Jim said as he nudged the tip of his cock against her anus, "I'll take it nice and easy." He laughed, the marijuana making him feel giddy. "You won't feel a thing."
"No, don't!" Marilyn tried to wiggle her ass away, but he held it tightly. "Bob, help me," she pleaded. But he merely smiled and shook his head.
"Why?" he said. "You had it downstairs, so you can take it now. Hell, you should be stretched out good now."
"Owwww," Marilyn cried as she felt the head of Jim's cock poke through the tight ring of her asshole and plop inside. It hurt, not as much as before, but it still hurt. He didn't keep pushing, though, as Frank had done, and Marilyn was surprised to feel the pain subside quickly.
"Don't, Jim," she pleaded, although she knew it was useless. He was going to do it, and Bob certainly wasn't going to help her fight him off. And, in spite of herself, Marilyn found that the cock in her ass was beginning to feel good, and she began wondering how it would feel to have the whole thing in there.
"That's better," Jim said, as his wife stopped trying to get away from his grasp. "It doesn't hurt that much, does it?"
She shook her head no. "Please don't, though," she moaned. It seemed like her rectum was stretching around his cock now, as it had done around the vibrator with Carol. Jim pushed a little more of it in; Marilyn winced and jerked at the momentary sharp pain, then relaxed again as he stopped.
"There, just a few more inches now. Don't you think you'd better get started on that gentleman in front of you, though?" Jim laughed loudly, then pushed another inch into Marilyn's ass. She didn't jump as much this time, and he had it almost all the way in now.
Marilyn looked at Bob's cock, which she was still holding in her hand as she rested on her elbows on the bed. It was taut and blue veined, with a large head that looked as if it had been inflated to the bursting point.
"Take it," Bob said as he pulled her head to his cock.
He lay down so that he was able to look at Jim's cock as it rammed into Marilyn's stretched asshole. She touched her lips to his cockhead when he got settled. When Bob felt her lips kiss wetly on his prick, he bucked his hips in the air, sending his cock deep into Marilyn's mouth. He held her head down so she couldn't pull away.
Marilyn soon warmed to her task. The sensation of having a cock in her mouth and one in her ass at the same time was completely new to her. And having Jim watching her suck on this guy's cock, and approving, excited her even more. She began to push her ass back against her husband's cock. He started thrusting into her tight hole, and at the same time she kept the rhythm with her mouth as she slid it wetly up and down the full length of Bob's cock, feeling the soft head of it crush against the back of her throat each time she sucked it in.
But there was one thing missing. She had two holes filled, but the third one was the one that was beginning to ache for want of a cock or tongue or finger or something to fill it. Marilyn shifted all her weight on one arm, and reached back to slide two fingers in her wet, open pussy. She managed to pump only once or twice, though, because Bob saw her and immediately replaced her fingers with his. She nipped around the head of his cock to thank him, and began to buck against both cock and fingers as they invaded her body. It didn't take long before she began to cum.
Jim jammed the full length of his cock into her tight, clinging ass.
"Now you're gonna get it, honey," he panted. "You're gonna get it good, real good, right now, baby, right nowww!" His cry rang through the room as he sent a torrent of cum deep into Marilyn's clutching asshole. All the while Marilyn could feel Bob's fingers digging in her cunt, which was still squeezing wildly, tickling the underside of Jim's cock when he jammed it in.
Marilyn matched her husband thrust for thrust as he continued to fill her ass with cum. At the same time, Bob could feel his own cock tighten and stiffen until it was almost unbearable. He pushed his ass up off the bed, driving his prick deep into Marilyn's mouth. She still had her lips circled around his cock, and as it began its quick jerks, she tightened her lips and licked around the head of his cock with her tongue.
"That's it ... lick it harder!" Bob called as he strained to get more of her wet, hot mouth around his cock. "I'm ready," he grunted. "Suck it in, baby ... suck it all in, you fucking whore of a cunt, you goddamn fucking ... unnhhhhh!!" His cock seemed to burst as the first spurt of cum blasted from it and went straight down Marilyn's throat. Another load followed quickly, then another and another, and Marilyn had to swallow as fast as she could. She couldn't keep up with the throbbing cock; cum ran out of the corner of her mouth and down Bob's already-wet cock, mixing lewdly with her saliva, until it finally dripped across his emptying balls.
Marilyn could feel Jim's cock throb slower and slower now as he ceased pumping it into her filled ass. She had stopped cuming, too, and she felt her cunt tighten around Bob's fingers as he pulled them out, not wanting to let them go. The cock in her mouth, which she only vaguely remembered belonged to Bob, had ceased its jerking, and only a tiny stream of thick cum oozed out of it, which Marilyn dutifully licked off the head. His cock had started to deflate already because of the unusually strong orgasm he had, but Marilyn kept her lips tightly around it as it shrunk in her mouth. Finally, she let it slip wetly from her lips as she rested her head on the bed.
Jim let his cock slip from his wife's clutching ass, and he smiled lustfully as he watched the tight pink ring squeeze shut as the head of his cock was pushed out. Just like she's taking a shit, he thought hazily. The combination of the grass and the ass ramming he had just done made his head seem as if it were floating apart from his body. He fell on the bed with a silly, satisfied smile on his face, and soon was asleep.
When Marilyn felt her husband's cock slip noisily from her ass, she dropped to the bed. Her whole body felt as drained as her cunt did. She could feel the cum still leaking from her stretched asshole as she tried to clear her head. It was the first time she had two men at once, and she loved the feeling. Every part of her body had been filled, and it felt like she was one giant sex machine, fucking and sucking until she came and came. She rolled her tongue around inside her mouth and felt the thick, sticky liquid that could only be cum. She loved the feel of it, even though it had little taste. She imagined she could feel Bob's cum in her stomach now, bubbling and churning. She wondered absently if she could possibly absorb it into her body, make it a part of her. She smiled at the ceiling as she thought of it, and the thick liquid continued to ooze from her body.
CHAPTER SIX
It was one according to the clock on the dresser when Marilyn blinked her eyes open. "Ohhhh, God, am I tired," she said to the room in general as she stretched and sat up on the bed. When she looked around at the others, though, she saw that no one heard her. They were all asleep.
She got off the bed and looked for her clothes. "What the hell," she whispered to herself. "They're downstairs."
The hallway was clear as Marilyn opened the door and went out. She could hear some noise from the room next door, and she hesitated a moment before deciding to take a peek inside and see what was going on. She walked softly, although it wasn't necessary on the plush carpeting, and when she reached the door she saw it was opened a little. She pushed it further, and looked in.
Her mouth hung open as she took in the scene. The room-which must have been the one Bringman came from earlier when he sneaked in on her, she thought-was like a hall of mirrors. Every wall was covered from floor to ceiling with mirrors, except for the far wall. On it were hung all kinds of sex devices, from whips and black-lace stockings, to an assortment of French ticklers and huge dildos. Marilyn looked at one of the rubber cocks and gasped quietly. It looked over a foot long! But the motion on the bed at the far side of the room caught her attention in one of the mirrors, and she moved in the room a little more so she could have a better view.
She was both amazed and shocked at what she saw. There was Bringman, totally naked except for a black-lace supporter that seemed to be stretched tightly around his ass. He was kneeling on a large, round bed, and he was ... Oh my God, he's fucking her with that thing! Marilyn watched as the girl's cunt was spread wide around a huge rubber cock that was at least the size of the monstrosity that had caught her eye on the far wall. Bringman was jamming it into her cunt all the way, until only the base of it was visible.
How the hell can she take it? Marilyn wondered. She looked at the mirrors on the ceiling and could see an expression of pure passion and lust on the blond girl's rather pretty face. She had her mouth open and her tongue was licking slowly over her shiny, pink-colored lips. Her hair was sensuously spread in soft curls over the thick pillow, and she was rolling her head from side to side.
Marilyn looked at the girl's crotch. She had light brown pubic hair and it was relatively sparse. The huge cock was jamming hard into her hungrily sucking pussy. Marilyn could see the thick pink lips of her cunt as they clutched at the fake cock every time Bringman pulled it out for another plunge. The scene was disgusting; and yet, as she watched Bringman ram the huge dildo into the eager cunt, Marilyn could feel her own cunt begin to tingle. She squeezed her legs together tightly as she felt her excitement growing. It was obscene, but it was getting her hotter nonetheless. The look of utter surrender on the girl's face, the angles of her thrusting and writhing body that the mirrors afforded, and the sinister leer on Bringman's face, all combined to give Marilyn a sadistic thrill as she watched the ravishment of this girl's body by the gigantic rubber prick.
Marilyn hung on to the door as she continued to watch the girl's bucking ass. She wondered if Bringman would notice her in the mirror. Probably not. He was too engrossed with the girl he was working on. He kept his eyes fastened on her cunt as it slid wetly up and down the length of the rubber cock, wetting it with her pussy juices. He slammed it down hard into her cunt, then withdrew it quickly almost until the tip was out, then rammed it hard again into her eager pussy. She swallowed every inch of the huge device, thrusting her hips up each time to meet the plunge.
Marilyn couldn't stand watching anymore. She slid her hand down her stomach and through the thick bush of hair that guarded her slit. With two fingers she separated the thick outer folds of her cunt and slid her middle finger into her sloppy hole. It wasn't as good as a cock, and it certainly wasn't anything close to what the girl on the bed was getting. Marilyn wished she could try that huge cock in her own cunt, feel it dig deep into her belly where nothing had ever touched before.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhh, ooohhhhh," the blonde began to moan as Bringman rammed the rubber cock even harder into her stretched pussy. "Yeeessssssss! Do it! Fuck me with it ... harder! HARDER!!" The girl was thrashing her ass wildly on the bed now as her orgasm built. Marilyn watched in fascination as Bringman rammed the rubber prick in her cunt with all his strength, pushing down on it with both hands.
"Ohhhhhh yessssssss!" she screamed. "Give it to me! Harder! Fuck me harder! Fuck, fuck me ... yessssss, ohhhh!!" She stopped bucking for a moment and held her ass suspended at least half a foot in the air. Bringman kept the cock jammed all the way in her cunt.
Finally, after a few seconds of frozen action, the girl moaned loudly and pushed her cunt a little higher in the air.
With that, she began to jerk her ass all over the bed. Bringman had to scurry around with her to keep his fucking tool buried deep in her throbbing pussy. Marilyn was fingering herself wildly now, as she watched the blonde's ass buck and hump against the giant dildo. She could see a thick white coating on the rubber cock when Bringman withdrew it for another plunge, and she thrilled at the amount the girl was cuming.
"Ohhh, ohhhh," the girl began to moan again.
"You like that, you fucking whore?" Bringman said as he continued to plunge every inch of the cock into her spasming pussy. "Tell me!"
"Yeessss, oh yesss, fuck it deeper! Hurt me with it, fuck meeee!!" Marilyn could feel her own cunt begging for release as she heard the obscene words the girl was muttering in her passion. She dug two fingers in as deep as she could, but it still wasn't enough. She wanted ... Yes! I do want it! she thought. I want to be fucked just like that! She was moving her own hips now in rhythm with her fingers. The girl on the bed was slowing down, and she found she could match her thrusts in perfect time, and it was definitely more exciting to. Still, it wasn't enough!
Marilyn's eyes were glazed with lust now as she watched the blonde beat out the final spasms of her orgasm on the cock that Bringman was holding all the way in her cunt. She seemed reluctant to stop, and every time Marilyn thought she was done, the blonde would flick her ass in the air again and moan as the giant prick hit a tiny spot where it may not have touched before. Then, ever so slowly, Bringman began to pull the huge instrument from the girl's clinging pussy. Marilyn watched in the mirrors as her cunt lips stretched around the cock and seemed to try to pull it back in. Out and out it came, though, covered with a thick white liquid that shined against the ebony rubber, until just the tip remained in the girl's stretched-out cunt.
"Are you ready?" Bringman asked her, smiling at the control he had over her. "The last inch is coming out now."
The girl rolled her head on the pillow, trying to comprehend what he was saying. "I guess so," she mumbled half-heartedly. "I hate to have it out ... I feel so empty," she said in a breathy voice.
"All good things must come to an end," Bringman said. He laughed loudly as he pulled the remaining inch of the rubber cock from the blonde's clinging pussy. Marilyn could see the outer lips squeeze shut as the tip of the cock slid out.
"You certainly do love your cock, don't you, my dear?" he said in a mockingly dignified voice. "You're the only girl I know who could suck that much in and still beg for more." He was looking at the girl's cunt as it dripped a little of her cum, then he quickly looked up in the mirror.
"Except, perhaps, for that young lady over by the door. Would you like to try my little pecker too? It's guaranteed to satisfy or your cum back." He laughed softly, and turned to face Marilyn. "Well? Do you want to try it or not? Or were you just watching for the hell of it?" He stared at her cunt, where her fingers were still buried inside. "I don't think you can be satisfied with that, can you? Come on, why don't you try it?" He waved her over to the bed.
"I don't know," Marilyn mumbled. He had caught her completely by surprise. She had stopped fingering herself when the blonde stopped cuming, but she had left her fingers in her wet pussy to keep it filled. She suspected he saw her much earlier than just now, and maybe he even saw her fingering herself.
"Come on," Bringman coaxed again. "I'm no sadist-if it hurts too much I'll take it out."
Marilyn walked slowly to the bed. The blonde looked like she was sleeping, or in some kind of stupor.
"If you're not a sadist," Marilyn asked, her voice betraying her skepticism, "then what's with the bikinis?"
Bringman looked down at his lace supporter. "This?" he said innocently. "Well, you probably won't believe it, but I'm actually a philanthropist, and this is part of my philanthropy."
Marilyn laughed. "A philanthropist?"
"Certainly," Bringman said cheerfully. "I like to make sex-starved young girls as satisfied as they can possibly be. Hence, this little beauty here." He held up the rubber cock, which was still slimy with the other girl's cum. It looked even bigger to Marilyn from close up, and she doubted whether she should even try to get that monster inside her cunt.
"You see," Bringman continued in a more serious voice, "I wear this supporter to make sure I don't get carried away and replace this with the real thing."
"I would think most girls would rather have the real thing," Marilyn said.
"Most of the time, yes," Bringman agreed. "But, here, look at this closely." He grabbed her arm and pulled her down next to him on the bed. "Now, if you had that inside you, all the way, and it was stretching your hot little pussy all around it, would you like me to take it out?" Bringman had lowered his voice to a suggestive, almost hypnotic tone, and he was lightly running his hand up and down Marilyn's thigh while he spoke. She could only stare at the large, glistening cock. It seemed to have a hypnotic effect on her too, and she could understand what he meant.
"I see what you mean," she said softly.
"Of course," Bringman told her. "Now, if I were to put my own cock in you after you'd had this, it would be quite a letdown, wouldn't it?" Marilyn nodded.
"That's why I wear this underwear. So I don't get too tempted. It's very tight, you know." He took her hand and placed it on his crotch. She could feel how tightly his cock and balls were mashed beneath the garment.
"Now, wouldn't you like to have this inside your pretty cunt?"
"I don't know. I think I'd like to try, but it looks so big."
"Look at her." Bringman pointed at the blonde's cunt. The girl's legs were spread wide, and her pink, juice-covered cunt lips were spread obscenely open. "She doesn't have any more than you, and she got it all in and begged for more. If she can take it, I'm sure you can."
Marilyn thought for a few seconds. It was probably the last thing she would get to do tonight, and she was curious to know whether she could take all of that huge rubber prick.
"All right," she said hesitantly. "I'll try it if you promise to take it out if I tell you to."
"I so swear," Bringman said, bowing. Marilyn couldn't help but smile at his joking.
She lay down on the bed next to the blonde, who didn't look like she was going to wake up for anything. Marilyn glanced at the other girl's tits, and was excited by the tiny nipples. She fought the urge to suck them and lay still, waiting for Bringman to make the next move.
"Do you want me to suck your tits first, or maybe even that delicious pussy of yours?" Bringman asked.
"No, I'm ready," Marilyn said. She spread her legs wide, putting one of them over the blonde's.
"You do look ready," Bringman murmured as he looked at her open cunt lips that spread like petals in the dark bush of hair surrounding them. He took the fake cock in both hands and placed the tip of it to her pussy.
"Now just relax. You'll have to adjust to it first." He began to slowly push it in, watching her thick cunt lips cling around it as it disappeared inch by inch inside her wet pussy.
"Oww," Marilyn cried as he pushed too hard. "Go a little slower." Bringman did, enjoying the sight of the large cock being swallowed by another hungry cunt. He loved to watch pussies eat the mammoth rubber prick, and he liked the hairy pussies best of all.
For Marilyn, it went far smoother than she could have hoped. She had her legs spread as wide as she could get them, and found that her cunt had little trouble adjusting to the width of the rubber cock. She guessed it to be at least two-and-a-half inches in diameter. The question now was whether she could take the full length of it.
She soon found the answer. She felt a short jab deep inside her pussy, and she moaned at the pleasure it gave her.
"It's all the way in. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Marilyn looked at Bringman and shook her head no. It wasn't bad at all. In fact, it was great. She felt like every inch of her body was filled with the wonderful hardness of the black prick. It reached deep inside her pussy where she never dreamed anything could go. Now she wanted it to fuck her, to fuck her good! She wanted to cum and cum, coating it with her pussy juice just like the blonde laying next to her had done.
"I'm pulling it out now. Does that hurt?" When Marilyn shook her head, Bringman continued to pull the cock out until only the tip remained in her stretched pussy. "Are you ready?" Without waiting for a reply, he rammed the cock hard into her cunt, causing her to jerk her ass high in the air.
"Owww, that hurt. Go slower." But Bringman pulled the cock out swiftly and again rammed it home, causing Marilyn to jump again. He did it again, and she became frightened as the huge rubber prick seemed to be tearing her insides apart.
"Stop it, please ... ohhhhhh! God, that hurts!" she pleaded. Again the cock rammed into her, and again. "Please stooooooooppp!" she cried as she felt it hit deep inside her raw cunt. But the pain seemed to be getting less and less with each thrust, and when Bringman again jammed the huge pole into her cunt, Marilyn felt a tingling feeling of pleasure mixed with the lessening pain.
"There, it's getting better, isn't it?" Bringman asked as he watched the expression on her face carefully. Marilyn nodded. It still hurt, but she had to admit it was feeling good now, too. "Do you want it again?" he asked with a wry smile.
Marilyn looked at him through glazed eyes. She could feel the tip of the rubber cock deep inside her cunt, and her pussy was stretched tight all around the length of it. How could it not feel good?
"Yes, I want it," she said weakly. She knew he was enjoying this. He humiliated the other girl, and he was going to do the same to her. But that giant cock that touched every inch of her cunt made it worthwhile.
Bringman smiled and slowly withdrew the device. "Here it comes, get that big pussy of yours ready!" Marilyn tried to spread her legs wider but she couldn't. She raised her head and watched as Bringman bore down on the cock and sent it ramming all the way into her pussy.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned as she fell back on the bed.
"That's good, isn't it? "
"He drew the cock out and jammed it home again.
"Ohhhhh, yes, that's good!" Marilyn whispered as she thrust her ass up to meet the cock's lunge downward. It felt like she was being split wide open, but it didn't hurt anymore. The wonderful tingling in her cunt had increased, and wave after wave of pure pleasure coursed through her body every time Bringman drove his huge tool home.
"You like it, don't you?" he asked as he began a slow, methodical pumping into her.
"Yes, I like it."
"Beg me for it or I'll stop." he ordered.
Marilyn hesitated for a second, but when Bringman pulled the cock out of her hungry pussy and kept it so just the tip was in, she quickly obeyed.
"Please, Ed, give it to me!"
"That's not enough, I want you to tell me to fuck you with it. I want to hear you beg like it's your life you're begging for."
"Please, fuck me with it, stick it in!" Marilyn cried. Bringman quickly jammed the prick back in her eager hole and encouraged her to beg some more.
"Fuck me with it, deep ... oh God, it feels so good, yes!!" Marilyn moaned as he rammed the cock into her cunt again and again. She was rapidly approaching her climax, throwing her ass wildly up at each thrust of the cock. She didn't notice that the girl next to her had woke up, and was watching the thrashing movements of Marilyn's ass through sleepy eyes.
Bringman had noticed, though. He motioned for the girl to get up and straddle Marilyn's face, which she quickly did. Her cunt was still wet from her recent cum, and she lowered the open lips of her pussy directly onto Marilyn's open mouth.
As soon as she felt the soft, warm flesh on her lips, and the tickle of hair on her nose, Marilyn speared her tongue out and began licking the outer lips of the girl's pussy. She tongued every inch she could reach, running up and down the girl's slit, but concentrating mainly on the deep wet hole and the soft inner walls of her cunt. At the same time, she bucked her hips harder against the plunging cock, as her orgasm was almost there.
"Suck her tits!" Bringman ordered the blonde. She quickly adjusted her body so she could keep her pussy in Marilyn's mouth and still reach her tits, and she soon was sucking one of the large brown nipples completely into her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the hard nipple, causing Marilyn to moan into the pink flesh of the girl's cunt.
"That's it," Bringman called, encouraging them. "Cum at the same time. I want to watch you eat Pam's cum, Marilyn. Let it drip into your mouth and suck it down your throat."
Bringman's words provided the final stimulation Marilyn needed. With a quick lunge, she sucked the whole length of the rubber cock into her cunt and began to cum. Marilyn kept her body tense as the pleasure of her orgasm washed over her.
Something else was beginning to wash over her now, too. The cunt in her mouth was imitating her own, and it soon clasped her tongue inside and began contracting around it, bathing it in hot, sticky juice that mixed with her own saliva. Marilyn kept her tongue in for the first few squeezes, then she began to lap at the dripping pussy like a dog, licking the hot juice into her mouth and swallowing it greedily. It was as it she were eating her own cum, as she could feel her cunt begin to slow down and relax around the now thrusting rubber. Even as it did, the blonde was finishing her orgasm, too, and Marilyn licked the last bit of juice from her tired pussy. She wished she could have some more, it tasted so good to her in her aroused state, and she licked her tongue one last time up and down the girl's slit as she was rolling off her. She opened her eyes and watched as the wet, open pussy lifted off her mouth. A satisfied smile crept across her face as she watched the blonde collapse on the bed next to her. She was glad she could make her cum so much, and so soon after she had had the giant rubber cock stretching her pussy like it was stretching Marilyn's now.
Marilyn looked down between her legs. Bringman was still holding the rubber cock in her pussy with his left hand, but he had his own cock in his right hand! While she was cuming, he had managed to get the supporter off, and now his cock was pointing like a cannon into the air, throbbing gently as he seemed to be holding it back.
When he saw Marilyn looking at his straining prick, Bringman smiled at her. "Now that you're satisfied, you can let me have my fun, right?"
Marilyn didn't know what he was talking about. She stared at the bulbous head of his cock as it shined in the light.
Bringman began to withdraw the fake prick from Marilyn's cunt. "You've had enough of this for one day, haven't you?"
"Yes," Marilyn said, breathing slowly as she felt the hard cock inch out of her closing pussy. She liked it while it was fucking her, but now the hardness made her feel uncomfortable as the cock went out. At least a man's prick got a little soft while it was still in, and that made it easier to adjust to the emptiness that followed when they took it out. But with this thing, it was stretched out like a balloon, and then all of a sudden-nothing. It made the emptiness worse, much worse.
"I know this is going to be quite a comedown," Bringman said as he placed the glistening rubber cock aside. "My cock isn't half as good as that one, but at least I can fill that big cunt of yours with a load of cum. Would you like that?"
Marilyn looked at him as he knelt between her widespread legs. He was enjoying this, but so was she. "Yes, I'd like it. But only if you can fill me up," she said, smiling impishly.
"Oh, don't worry about that, honey. I've got enough cum stored in these things to wash you out good." Marilyn thrilled at his lewd words, and also at the sight of him fondling his own balls. She wanted his cock to fill her with all the cum he had. That was what she was here for.
"Do you want me to lick that hairy cunt first?"
Marilyn shook her head. "No, just get your cock inside. I want to feel the real thing now."
"You're a hungry little bitch, aren't you?" He lowered himself down on top of her, and she reached between their bodies to guide his cock into her wet and waiting pussy.
"Does your husband like all that hair on your cunt?" Bringman asked as Marilyn got the head of his cock into the outer lips of her pussy.
"He loves it."
"So do I. It makes me want to fuck the living shit out of you."
"Ooohhh, then why don't you do it, baby?" Marilyn opened her mouth wide and thrust her hips up at the same time, drawing his cock into her. Bringman settled on her body as he felt the wet walls of her cunt stroke like a sheath up the length of his cock as he buried it deep inside. He crushed his open mouth down onto hers and sent his tongue licking deep in her throat as some of his saliva drooled from his mouth to hers. She responded by licking the underside of his tongue as it wiggled and stabbed in her mouth. Marilyn matched his humping; she could feel his balls smack against her ass as she wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him in hard with each thrust.
"Mmmmm, that's good," Marilyn said loudly when they broke the kiss. "I love that big cock of yours inside."
"Your cunt feels tight around it, too. I thought you'd be stretched out."
Marilyn laughed loudly, hearing her voice echo throughout the room. "Just keep pumping and I'll keep my pussy around that prick tight enough to make you pump a gallon of cum into me."
Bringman raised up on his hands, holding himself above her body by stiffening his arms.
"You love to fuck, don't you?" He said, smiling at her.
Marilyn wriggled her ass in reply. "This is the raunchiest I've felt all night. All I want is that big cock of yours to explode inside of me, and I'll do or say anything to get it." She smiled suggestively at him. She wanted him to use her. She wanted this man to make her wild, completely uncontrolled. She had cum enough times tonight already, but there was always the feeling of complete sexual freedom missing. She had been too tight. Now she was ready to really let go.
"Why don't you watch me fuck you for a while then?" Bringman asked. He nodded between their bodies, and Marilyn raised her head to watch his cock disappear into her thick bush. Bringman pulled it out slowly, then held it for a second.
"Now look in the mirror across the room," he told her. She did, and she could see his balls hanging between the cheeks of his ass and his dark hole. "Ready?" He jammed his cock into her again, and she watched as his buttocks tightened and his balls swung forward to slap against her ass.
"Oh God, is that good," she moaned as she put her head on the bed again. She could feel his cock deep inside her, and she wished she could see it right where it went in.
"If it's so good, why don't you tell me to fuck you?"
"Ohh, yes! Fuck me! I want you to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me and-" Bringman stopped her by covering her mouth with his. He grabbed her tit with one hand and squeezed it roughly, while with his other hand he reached under Marilyn's ass and felt the tight ring of her asshole.
"Do you want me to finger your asshole?" he breathed into her open mouth. The liquor odor of his breath excited her, and she could feel the tip of his finger at her ass.
"Yes, stick your finger in. Fuck me in the asshole with it. Screw my asshole, you big fucking stud!" She licked her tongue out over his lips, and he immediately crushed his mouth back onto hers, sending his tongue as far as he could down her throat. At the same time, he dug his forefinger into her asshole up to the first knuckle, then pushed it as far as it would go when he met little resistance. He jammed his middle finger in too, and soon began to fuck them in and out of her tight hole in rhythm with his cock in her cunt.
"How do you like that, you fucking little bitch?" he whispered hoarsely in her ear.
"I love it, fuck me deeper!" Marilyn thrust her ass up against his fingers, trying to get them in farther.
"I'm going ... I'm going to ... cum, oh God!" Marilyn thrust her ass up wildly. She arched her back high off the bed and managed to keep Bring-man's cock buried in her for a few seconds while she came. But he was ready too, and soon he was plunging his straining, blood-filled cock in her creamy cunt, slapping his loins harder and harder against hers as the dam that held his cum back gave one last jerking shudder, then broke.
"Uhhhhhh, take it," he grunted. The first spurt of cum splashed deep in her churning pussy; she could feel the heat of it as Bringman's cock began to jerk wildly.
"Yeesssss," Marilyn moaned as she continued to come on his cock, "Fuck me! Give me all that scum, fuck me!" Bringman kept pounding into her, shooting load after load into her. With a final shudder and violent squeeze that made Bringman moan in pleasure, Marilyn dropped her ass to the bed in exhaustion.
Bringman was right on top of her, as he, too, couldn't keep up the pace they had gone at any longer. She had drained his balls completely in that big hairy cunt of hers, and he was satisfied.
"That wasn't bad," he whispered in her ear as soon as he could catch his breath. "You're one hell of a lay."
"Thanks," Marilyn mumbled. She wasn't paying much attention. Her whole body was so tired she could hardly move, and Bringman on top of her didn't help her lungs at all. She was still too weak to push him off, though, so she asked him.
"Sure, I guess I am a little heavy after that," he said as he rolled off and lay next to her on the bed. He noticed for the first time that the blonde had left. "You really drained me," he said softly. He pinched one of Marilyn's nipples, causing her to moan and roll on the bed. "Hey, were you asleep already?"
"Huh? Yeah. What time is it?"
"Nearly two-thirty. There's still plenty of time left. Why don't we rest awhile, then have another one?"
Marilyn shook her head as she sat up. Bringman fondled her tit as it swung in the air, marveling at its weight.
"I'd like a chance to do a better job on these."
Marilyn smiled at him and leaned down to kiss his limp prick.
"You did a good enough job with that thing," she said sleepily. "I'll let you have my tits some other time."
"What's your hurry? Your husband's probably either busy with someone else or sleeping. A lot of people spend the night here after a party. That way we can continue it in the morning."
"Oh God, how can you even talk about that? I've had it for a week."
Bringman laughed as she got off the bed. "You'll be begging for it by Monday," he said, then watched her ass sway as she left the room.
She heard nothing when she went into the hallway. She wondered where Frank was. She wanted to go home and crawl in bed and sleep for a whole day. She was really sore, and she knew she would have to get in some kind of better shape physically before she could try anything like this again.
Marilyn looked in the bedroom where the group had been earlier. She could see two figures on the bed in the sliver of light the open door cast in the room, and they both looked like girls. She opened the door wider and went in. She saw Carol lying there in a loose embrace with the redhead she had seen before, but they were apparently both sleeping.
"Carol," she shook her. "Carol, do you want to go home?"
"Who ... is that you, Marilyn?"
"Yes, it's me; do you want to go home?" Carol sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"Whew! Yeah, I guess we'd better. I don't want to spend the night here. Where did those two guys go?"
"Oh, there they are," Carol said, pointing to the other side of the bed. Marilyn leaned over and saw_ two men lying on the floor in each other's arms.
"Oh God, let's get out of here," Marilyn muttered. She helped Carol off the bed.
"They wanted to suck each other off instead of screw us." Carol said in a disgusted voice. "So what the hell, we weren't going to argue with them."
"I can't stand to see two men together," Marilyn said as they left the room. She closed the door gently behind them.
"I don't mind watching them, but what the hell. If you had a man and me in the same bed and had a choice, which would you rather have?"
"I don't know-it would depend how I felt."
Carol shrugged impatiently. "I know, but most of the time you'd rather have a good hard cock in you, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so. It's different for girls to be together anyway. It just doesn't seem right for two men. I don't know why."
"I know what you mean. Hardness doesn't go with hardness, but softness goes with softness, right?"
"Something like that," Marilyn agreed. They had reached the front stairs now and were going down.
"By the way, how many times did you do it tonight?" Carol asked.
"Ohhh, I don't know, I can't think straight now. At least four, I guess. We can talk about it later." Marilyn stopped Carol before they went into the living room. "Do you want to get Jim, and I'll get Frank?"
"I don't know if they'll want to come."
"I know Frank will," Marilyn said. "He promised to take me home whenever I wanted to go. If he doesn't want to, I can always offer him a piece. That should get him moving."
They both laughed softly as they went into the room. It was still fairly dark, and neither of them could see the two men right away.
"Why don't you stop by my house after?" Marilyn whispered in Carol's ear.
"Do you want me to? What if you and Frank want to do something?"
Marilyn shrugged. "So what? What if you and Jim want to do something? We can all fuck together, like one big family."
Marilyn started walking around, trying to make out a shape that could be Frank. She stumbled over several bodies on the floor, but didn't find Frank until she reached the couch on the other side of the room. He was lying there with a rather small blonde, who was holding his limp cock in her hand. Marilyn had to smile at the scene; she hated to wake them, but she did want to get home.
"Frank ... Frank," she called softly as she gently shook his shoulder. He moaned quietly, then opened his eyes. Marilyn could see a faint gleam of white in the darkness.
"Frank, it's Marilyn. I want to go."
"Now?" he mumbled sleepily.
"Yes, now. Come on." She shook him again, harder this time. He managed to get up without waking the blonde, and he was soon standing next to her in the darkness.
"I have to get my clothes," he said.
"Me too. I'll meet you at the door in about five minutes."
Marilyn groped around in the dark on the floor, trying to find the clothes she had discarded earlier during her dance. She managed to get her dress, shoes, and bra, but her panties weren't around.
Marilyn finished dressing and went to the door. She had seen Frank go upstairs, and hadn't seen him come down yet, so she knew he must be having some trouble finding his clothes. She wondered where Carol was, too. She hadn't noticed her walking around in the living room at all.
Marilyn was surprised when the other girl touched her elbow.
"Oh! Where did you come from?"
"The kitchen," Carol replied. "Jim was in there with some woman."
"What were they doing?"
"Sleeping," Carol said with a laugh. "Right on the damn floor. Both naked, too-they must have froze their asses. Where's Frank?"
"He's upstairs getting his clothes. Is Jim coming out yet?"
Carol shook her head. "No, I don't think he could find his clothes either. He's still half asleep."
Marilyn hoped Frank would hurry. She didn't want to let Jim see her right now. At home it would be different. They could all sit down and work something out, and maybe tonight would even help their marriage.
Marilyn felt relieved when she saw Frank coming down the stairs. He seemed to have everything on except his left sock. Marilyn smiled warmly at him as he approached.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Sure. Let's go. 'Bye, Carol."
"Bye, Carol," Frank echoed as he opened the door.
"I'll see you two later," Carol smiled softly after them as they went down the walk.
Marilyn and Frank walked in silence to the car, and it wasn't until they were halfway to her house that Marilyn broke from her thoughts long enough to speak.
"What do you think will happen because of tonight?"
"What do you mean?" Frank asked innocently.
"You know what I mean. Do you think Jim would want a divorce?"
"If he does he's crazy," Frank said seriously. "Why should he want a divorce?"
"Well-"
"What the hell, he's been playing around a lot longer than you have. You're the one who'd have a better reason to get a divorce."
"I guess you're right," she agreed after a pause.
"Slide over here," She did, and Frank immediately slid his hand up the inside of her thigh to her still-wet cunt.
"That's what I like, a girl that's ready all the time," he whispered when his fingers found her thick sex lips hot and uncovered.
They rode in silence the rest of the way, with Marilyn leaning back against the seat so she could spread her legs wider and give Frank freer access to her crotch. He teased her clit and fingered her cunt and ass so well that she climaxed again before they reached home. She sighed her release as Frank turned the car onto her street.
They were seated at the kitchen table drinking coffee when Jim and Carol walked in. Jim just stood there for a few seconds when he saw his wife, and Carol took the hint and motioned for Frank to go with her.
"Let's go in the other room for a while," she said with a wink. In contrast to Marilyn's grave mood, Carol was happy and playful. Jim had told her on the way over that he wasn't mad at Marilyn, although Marilyn got the impression that he was from the way he was looking at her now.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"Not a thing." She looked into her cup. If he was going to ask for a divorce, she knew she would start crying.
But he didn't. Instead, he poured himself some coffee and sat down at the table.
"Nothing, eh? You should have something to say. I never knew you could dance like that."
She looked at him, somewhat startled. He merely smiled at her, and she immediately felt a flood of relief.
"You're not mad?" she asked, her voice shaking a little.
"Should I be?"
She jumped up and quickly sat on his lap, hugging his neck as hard as she could as tears of joy came to her eyes. They sat there for a while like that, as the tears ran over her cheeks and fell on his collar. Then Jim slid his hand up her leg to the damp folds of her pussy.
"Did you lose your panties?"
"Yes," she managed to sob into his shoulder. She could feel his fingers gently pulling at her cunt lips, massaging them tenderly, as if he had never felt her before. She couldn't help but jump at the first penetration of her cunt by his forefinger. She jumped again as another finger followed, and then another.
As she began to move her ass in rhythm with Jim's thrusting fingers, Marilyn knew that she was going to cum. But she didn't want it this way. She would rather have his cock inside than his fingers.
"Jim, I want you in my cunt. Please." She reached for his cock, but he held her hand away.
"First you have to dry your eyes, then get undressed."
Marilyn quickly got up and washed her face at the sink. When she turned, she saw that Jim was already undressed, his cock hard.
"Now it's your turn," he told her when she made no move to take her dress off. "Hurry up."
Marilyn pulled her dress over her head and let her bra drop to the floor. She walked over to him, then dropped to her knees in front of him and grabbed his harden in both hands.
"How would you like me to suck you off?" she said, smiling. It was actually more like a command, though, and Jim only had time to nod before Marilyn dipped her head and circled her full lips around the bulging head of his cock. She cupped his heavy balls in one hand and played with them while her tongue licked all over Jim's cockhead, pausing now and then to flick at the tiny hole at the top. She then took her mouth off his cock and ran her tongue up and down the length of his shaft.
"It feels like you had a lot of practice tonight," he said in a jerky voice.
Marilyn looked up at him while she kept the head of his cock between her lips. In response to his question, she licked and nipped with her teeth around the smooth head, and slid her hand between his legs so she could get a finger in his ass.
"Man, did you learn that too?" Jim said as he jerked his hips at the intrusion.
Marilyn laughed and removed her mouth from his cock. "I didn't learn anything I didn't know before," she said, laughing quietly. She put her hands behind his knees and pulled him to the floor. "C'mon, I'll show you what else I can do."
She caught his stiff and slippery cock in her hand and looked at it longingly. "Much as I'd like to finish sucking you off, big boy, I've got other plans for you right now."
It didn't take long for Jim to fall on top of Marilyn, and his cock was guided directly to her open pussy lips by her hand. They both sucked in their breath as the contact was made.
"I didn't know you were so hot," he whispered as he kissed her neck.
"My cunt's always hot," she said, giggling. "You were always too busy with Carol to notice."
Jim squeezed her tit, then kissed the erect nipple.
"She told me you knew about us on the way home."
"Did she tell you-"
"About Frank too? Yep."
"And you don't mind?"
"Nope. Now shut up so I can suck on this damn thing right." He circled his lips around her nipple and began chewing lightly on it while Marilyn moaned in pleasure. She slipped a hand down his back and worked her middle finger into the crease of his buttocks, stretching the rubbery hole she found and pushing her finger inside. She kept time with his thrusting hips, and he returned the favor by jamming a finger in her own ass. Soon they were both bucking furiously on the floor, straining their sweaty bodies.
"C'mon, give it to me," she breathed harshly. "I want your cum inside me. I'm going to ... come ... now ... ohhhhh!"
Marilyn held Jim's cock inside her pussy as the first ripples of her orgasm pulsed through her body. At the same time, Jim grunted hard and jammed his cock as deep as he could into her throbbing cunt, while the first load of sticky cum shot into his wife's cunt. They lay like that for several seconds, their bodies locked tightly together, their muscles straining to hold the position, as they both spasmed again and again. Finally, with the initial spasms over, they began to thrust hard at each other in an attempt to keep it going. They bucked and rocked halfway across the kitchen floor before they at last slowed down.
"Whew! You never fucked me like that before!" Marilyn said, breathing heavily.
"Just goes to show you what a few hours of warm-up can do for you."
"I don't know about you, but I've had it now. Let's go to bed." She started to get up, then pulled Jim after her.
"What about Frank and Carol?" he asked.
"Let's go see. They're probably just as tired as we are. We can ask them to spend the night."
"I don't think we could all fit in one bed," Jim laughed.
"C'mon. They can sleep in the other room." She pulled her husband after her as she walked to the front room.
"Well, I guess they weren't that tired," he said when they both looked in. "Not tired at all."
They both watched for a while as Frank and Carol bounced against each other on the couch.
"Give it to me, Frank! I want you so much!" Carol cried as they humped faster and faster.
"If she wants it that bad, let her have it," Marilyn joined in. She and Jim both laughed at the surprised expression on the coupled pair's faces.
"We didn't hear you come in," Frank muttered between thrusts.
"It doesn't matter anyway," Carol said, trying to smile with her lust-contorted lips. "I'm going ... to cum ... now ... ohhhhh! Yessssss!"
Frank and Carol crushed their mouths together as they kept humping.
"Ohhhh yess," Carol moaned when her mouth was free. "Give me all you've got ... I can feel it inside ... so-deep!"
Marilyn and Jim both felt the familiar stirring in their loins, but they were too tired to do anything about it now. They merely smiled and put their arms around each other and they continued to watch the two on the couch slam against each other in the last few jolts of their orgasm.
When they were finished, Frank rolled off Carol immediately, and they both sat up on the couch.
"How did you like the show?" Marilyn asked Jim playfully.
"Not bad, not bad. Maybe we could ask for a repeat performance sometime."
"Any time at all," Carol said, "except right now."
They all laughed, and Marilyn joined the other two on the couch. Marilyn couldn't help but look at Frank's shrinking cock, all covered with Carol's juice. It was still huge, even though it was deflating fast.
"Well, did you two have fun out in the kitchen?" Carol asked.
"We did all right, but we didn't have the luxury of a couch."
"Next time we get to watch," Frank said. "After the wedding, that is."
"Wedding? Who's getting married?" Marilyn asked.
Frank looked at her and smiled. "Carol and me, of course. We just had a twenty-minute whirlwind engagement."
"Are you kidding?" Marilyn asked Carol, who shook her head no. "That's great!"
"When's the date?" Jim asked.
"Next week if we can make it," Carol said. "If not, then the week after."
"How about being my best man, Jim?"
"Only if you let me kiss the bride," he replied, laughing.
"Hell," Frank said, "you can fuck her as soon as we're back from the honeymoon."
"I suppose I'd better make Marilyn available to you then, too, eh? That'll be part of my wedding present."
"I don't know about you, Carol," Marilyn said ii: a plaintive voice, "but I think we're being used,"
"Not yet, you're not," Frank said, grabbing Marilyn's left tit and squeezing. "Wait until after the wedding, then we'll show you how two good studs really use their women. How about it, Jim?"
"I think you're right on, partner. Now who's ready for a good night's sleep?"
