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 The Joy of Infidelity by Jeremy Spencer Copyright 2004

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   Author's Note: The following is a fictional story.  In it, fictional
characters have hot, sweaty, unprotected, fictional sex.  They live in a
fictional world without fictional diseases.  You do not.  Be careful.  All
characters in this story are old enough to know what they're doing.  Now,
on to the show!

   *****

   Robert entered his house, briefcase under his arm, and yelled upstairs,
"Megan, are you going out tonight or not?" He glanced up the stairs,
waiting for a response, but heard none.  "Honey?" he tried again, but still
heard nothing from his wife's bedroom.  Her jacket was folded on the dining
room chair, so he knew she was still at home.

   He put his briefcase on the hall table and checked his watch again,
frowning when he saw it was nearly time for his "date" to arrive.  Megan
had usually left for her weekly bridge game by now, and Robert worried
about what might happen if his wife delayed any longer.

   He walked to the front door and opened it as quietly as he could,
cringing as the rusty hinges squeaked in protest.  He glanced down the
street searching for Kelly's green Toyota and sighed with relief that it
was nowhere to be seen.  At least he wasn't going to have to answer any
questions about why a stripper was making house-calls.  He turned back
inside and closed the door behind him with a thud.

   "Robert?" Megan called down the stairs.  "Is that you?"

   "Yes, dear."

   "Could you grab my purse?  It's on the living room sofa.  It has Lori's
phone number in it."

   "Running late?" he called upstairs.  Not waiting for an answer, Robert
grabbed the bag, wondering for the thousandth time how much of the weight
was unnecessary.  It seemed far too heavy for a "necessities" bag.  Oh
well...  such is woman.

   "Here you go," he called out as he entered her bedroom.  Megan turned,
giving him a small smile.

   "Put it on the bed," she said, turning back to the mirror.  At the
moment she was dressed, or nearly so, in a translucent beige slip and a
white satin bra that, in Robert's estimation, did nothing to hide his
wife's charms.  As she turned, he saw the gentle movement of her breasts,
nearly unrestrained even with the bra, as they jiggled and swayed against
one another.

   Robert stood in the doorway, watching the age-old female ritual, as his
wife primped and preened, carefully watching her reflection for any obvious
faults.

   If asked, Robert would have admitted that he had married a beautiful
woman.  She was certainly easy on the eye, he thought, as he stared at the
pale skin of her back, smooth and unmarked.  His eyes traveled lower, over
the swell of her hips and into the flare of her buttocks.  He knew from
past experience that during love-making, the cheeks of her ass were firm
and pliant, and his cock twitched at the thought.

   Down boy, he thought to himself with a sigh.  He knew his marriage was
destined for a quick appointment in front of a divorce court.  He regretted
it not for the inconvenience it would cause, for in the back of his mind he
knew it would be an easy parting, but for the wasted years as man and wife.

   He and Megan had produced no children, nor had they really tried.  Their
relationship had been born of loneliness and convenience and familiarity.
He a school teacher, she a guidance counselor.  He thought it ironic that
neither of their chosen professions could have predicted, nor could they
now save, the dismal failure that was their marriage.

   "Were you waiting for something?" Her question jarred Robert from his
thoughts, and he shook his head to drive them away.  Soon, he thought.  No
sense dwelling on it.  Focusing on his wife, now fully dressed in a simple
skirt and blouse, he shook his head.

   "No, sorry.  My thoughts drifted for a moment." A quick check of the
time revealed he had ten more minutes before disaster struck.

   "In a bit." She frowned, noticing his intense gaze at his watch.  "You
watching after me?" she asked, more bitterness creeping into her voice than
she'd intended.  Stop it, she silently reprimanded herself.  He lost
interest long ago.  No need to rub it in.

   "Um...  no...  the game's on in a bit.  Don't want to miss it."

   She nearly snorted in derision.  Always a game!  Never me, she almost
sighed, but quickly fought back the longing she sometimes felt, alone in
her bed.  No time for that.

   Declaring herself ready, Megan picked up the purse and swept past her
husband into the hallway.

   "Turn off the light, okay?"

   "Yeah.  I'm heading down anyway."

   As she searched through her purse, checking to see if everything was
present, the phone rang.  Robert answered on the second ring, while Megan
paused at the door.

   "Hello?  Hey, how's it going...  oh really...  sure...  a few minutes...
not much..." Seeing his wife still standing at the door, Robert waved her
away.  Cupping his hand over the receiver, he whispered, "It's a buddy from
work.  Go ahead.  I'll see you when?"

   Megan mouthed that she would be back around eleven and, with one last
look, closed the door behind her and headed for the garage.

   "She's gone," Robert said, exhaling deeply.  "Give her about five
minutes, then come on in.  I'll make sure the door's unlocked.  I'll be in
the study, so make yourself at home and call me when you're ready?  And
Kelly?  Park around back this time.  Okay?  All right...  see you in a
few."

   As he hung the phone back on the receiver, Robert felt his hand shaking.
Making a fist to cut off the uncontrollable spasms, he let out a sigh. 
Just a few more minutes and my dick would have been in the fire, he
thought. But I guess the thrill's part of the game.

   Before he headed upstairs, Robert made one quick pass through the living
room.  He turned on the porch light, making sure the walk was clear and the
front door unlocked, and went upstairs to get ready for his guest.

   *****

   He's so fucking boring, Megan thought as she drove down the street.  I
know what I used to see in him, she thought, but the excitement's been gone
for a long time.  She supposed it happened to most of the people she knew,
but actually looking forward to a divorce was an alien concept.

   She checked the dashboard clock, which was blinking fifteen after eight
o'clock in bright green numbers.  She dug her cell phone out of her purse.
Dialing quickly, she put the phone to her ear, steering the car with her
other hand, and listened to the ringing.

   After what seemed an eternity, the line was picked up, and an out of
breath voice answered.

   "Hello?" It was Lori.

   "Little bitch," Megan teased.  "Did you start without me?"

   "You're late, slut.  Hurry up.  There's lots to eat tonight, so get your
butt down here!"

   "I'm hurrying, okay?  I ran a little late tonight, but I'm on my way. 
Sheesh...  try not to get your panties in a twist!"

   "Honey...  they've been gone for a long time." Laughing, Lori hung up.

   Megan felt herself getting damp at the thought of a panty-less Lori and
squeezed her legs together, putting as much pressure on her clit as she
could.  The thought of Lori's baby-smooth pussy always got her juices
boiling.

   I'll bet there's a lot to eat, she laughed to herself.  You'll be the
first thing I want to snack on.

   Megan pushed down on the accelerator and the car jerked forward,
speeding down the road.

   *****

   As Robert changed clothes, he heard a door open and close downstairs,
followed by the quiet sounds of someone ascending the carpeted staircase.

   It's my buddy from work, he thought with a smirk.  There was, as always,
the momentary pang of guilt mixed with regret that his life had come to
this point, but the anguish was quickly washed away with pure,
unadulterated lust.

   His work buddy was actually a nineteen year old stripper, although she
looked much younger than her actual age.  Her stage name, when she danced
at The Onion (Watch ÔEm Peel Away the Layers!  was written in neon on the
side of the cinderblock building), was Candy Apples, but to her teachers at
Monroe College, she was simply Kelly Curtis, a sophomore economics major.

   Robert had first seen Kelly at the bachelor party of a friend, and was
instantly in lust.  Her act consisted of dressing up in her Catholic
schoolgirl outfit, then spending ten minutes taking it off.  Pretty basic,
a staple of any skin joint, but for some reason, Robert reacted
passionately.

   "My daddy would freak," Kelly told him in an unguarded moment.  A small
city in the midwest had been her hometown.  The daughter of a pastor and
school librarian, Kelly had lived a sheltered life, although not without
excitement.  Her first experience dancing had been in junior high, although
in a fashion quite dissimilar to the bump and grind she had since
perfected.

   "I tell them I wait tables," Kelly revealed.

   "Honey," Robert had answered as he slipped his cock in her steaming
cunt, "If waiting tables is what you call it, then I guess you deserve
every tip you get." He smiled, deep in thought.

   "Daddy?"

   Robert's reverie was broken by a thin cry from down the hall.  He was
instantly hard with anticipation, knowing full well what awaited him, but
he forced himself to pause a moment.

   "Yes, dear?" He knew the script, had in fact written it.

   "Could you come here for a second?"

   "What for?"

   "I need to tell you something.  You have to come here, though.  It's a
secret."

   Robert stood quickly, adjusting his erection in his slacks, cursing
himself for not having time to change into his own pajamas.  It was much
more fun when the fantasy felt completely true.

   Right, he smirked.  The fantasy of fucking my own daughter, a daughter I
don't have, played by a nineteen year-old stripper named Candy Apples. 
That's pretty accurate, he laughed.

   Nonetheless, twitching with excitement, he walked down the hall, cock
leading the way, and knocked on the door to his wife's bedroom.

   "Come in," came the quiet voice behind the door.

   *****

   The door finally opened a crack, and a short woman with short curly hair
peeked out.

   "Megan!" the woman screamed, backing away from the door and releasing
the chain.  "Get in here," she said, motioning with her hand.

   Megan slipped through the doorway, coming face to face with a very naked
Lori Wagner.  Megan sniffed deeply, smelling a musky aroma permeating the
air.

   "You did start without me," she finally said, grinning widely.  She
spread her arms wide, dropping her purse on the floor, and the two women
embraced.

   Megan was instantly aroused and began sliding her hands down the smooth
back of the shorter woman, coming to rest at the top of her rounded
buttocks.

   "I just love your ass," she whispered softly, nipping at Lori's exposed
earlobe.  She ran her tongue around the rough cartilage, sucking and
teasing with her lips as the younger woman ground her smooth pubis against
the thick denim of Megan's skirt.

   "We need to get you out of those clothes," Lori moaned, her hands busy
molding the soft mounds of Megan's tits.  "I want you so bad!"

   Lori collapsed back onto the sofa, her hand immediately moving to her
crotch.  She began lightly teasing her damp slit, her finger making wet
noises as it was sucked into her heated tunnel.  She moaned as she watched
Megan slowly remove her blouse and skirt, sliding the garment down her
legs, hips swaying to an unheard beat.

   Megan, now naked, pulled Lori from the couch and the two women ran
upstairs.  As they neared the bedroom, the passionate sounds of sex could
be heard through the door.

   "She's here!" Lori cried, throwing open the door.  A redhead, all curls
and pale skin, looked up from where she had been feasting between the
widespread thighs of a woman who could have been her twin.

   "Finally," she exclaimed breathlessly.  She laughed.  "We're all here
now...  can we finally play some cards?" Lori and Megan laughed along with
her, and quickly joined the couple on the bed.

   *****

   Robert opened the door.  Inside the dimly lit room, he could see his
fantasy reclining on the bed.

   "What did you want to tell me?" he asked, walking quickly to the bed and
sitting down.  He laid his hand gently on a long, stocking-clad leg,
stroking the muscled calf through the white material.

   "It's a secret," she whispered, spreading her legs slightly.  Robert
could just make out the white cotton of her schoolgirl panties, a wet spot
already forming on the crotch.  Her musky odor was thick in the air.  "It's
a secret, so you can't tell anyone, Daddy."

   "I promise," he said, drawing an "X" on his chest.  "What's your
secret?" he asked, knowing the answer.

   "You remember Billy, don't you?  From Catholic school?"

   Robert nodded.

   "Go ahead, baby.  What about Billy?" His heart raced and he felt Kelly's
hot gaze on his crotch.  She eyed his cock, licking her lips in
anticipation.

   "I...  I let him touch me," she said, eyes downcast in mock contrition.
She continued looking at him, at his hand as it worked its way up her leg.
Robert feigned shock at her admission.

   "You let a boy touch you?" She nodded sadly, the rock-hard nipples
poking through her tight white blouse two indicators of her arousal. 
"Where did he touch you?" he asked sternly.

   Kelly squirmed on the bed, her hips digging into the quilt.  This was
not only Robert's fantasy, but her own as well, and she often thought the
highlight of her week was their regular visit.

   "Do you want me to tell you?" she asked shyly.  "Or should I show you?"

   "Maybe you should tell me first." She nodded with wide eyes.  "Maybe you
should show me later though.  Just in case."

   "He touched me on one of my boobies," she said, her left hand absently
reaching up to cup her small tit, barely large enough for the bra
underneath her blouse.  Her lack of development, so often a point of
consternation in her adolescent years, was now responsible for a great
number of tips at The Onion, and a source of inspiration and erotic fantasy
for Robert.

   "Did he touch your booby over your shirt?" Robert asked, his pulse
racing in his chest.  Kelly shook her head.

   "He touched it under my shirt."

   "And you let him?" She nodded, licking her lips.

   "Is that bad?" Her pussy was beginning to cream, her heavy juice running
down the inside of her thighs.  Her favorite part of the fantasy was
quickly approaching, and it was all she could do to stay where she was,
wanting nothing more than to throw herself on Robert.

   "Very bad, honey.  Very bad indeed."

   *****

   "Oh God, that's so good," Megan sighed, feeling Lori's snake-like tongue
slither all over her pussy, occasionally dipping into the delicate folds of
her slippery tunnel.  "You have such a great tongue," she moaned, bucking
her hips at Lori's face, coating the young woman's lips with Megan's sticky
wetness.

   "You taste good," Lori said, swiping her tongue once more into the moist
tunnel of Megan's pussy, trying to lap up as much of the sweet nectar as
she could.  She giggled.  "I love bridge nights."

   Janie, the older of the two red heads, chuckled.  "Your husband has no
idea about us then?"

   "No clue at all." Megan shook her head, gasping as Lori nipped at the
fleshy lips of her pussy, rolling them in her teeth.  She could feel the
blood rushing in as her skin swelled and darkened with her arousal.

   "I wish I was married every once in a while," Renee admitted, lifting
her head from Janie's pussy, pausing long enough to explain.  "Sometimes I
just need a good fuck, dick and all, and it would be so much easier if I
just had a husband!" Janie giggled, her laughter quickly turning to moans
as Renee returned to the matter at hand, attacking the pink flesh of
Janie's pussy with both hands, spreading the thick lips with one hand while
thrusting deeply with the other.

   "It's not all that it's cracked up to be," Megan joked.  "Why do you
think I'm here so often?"

   Lori jumped up, her breasts, wet from being recently sucked and licked,
jiggling as she ran to the closet.  She bent and began rummaging through a
box on the floor, giving the other three women a good view of her pussy and
asshole.

   With a triumphant yell she turned, holding her prize.  The gathered
assembly gasped in surprise.

   "If you want a cock, I've got a cock." She waggled the latex dildo in
her hand.  "I call him The Destroyer," she told the group, and at sixteen
inches, the name was fitting indeed.

   "No fucking way!" exclaimed Renee, shaking her head vigorously.  "No
possible way I'm trying to get that in me." She pulled gently on Janie's
shoulders, bringing their mouths close together, sharing a deep kiss.  "I
like what I have in front of me just fine," she said, running a hand over
the stiff nipples of her partner.

   Megan eyed the fake cock hungrily.  It had been so long since she and
Robert had fucked.

   "It's so big," she said.  "I want to, though.  Can you take it all in?"
Lori laughed at the concerned expression on Megan's face.

   "You don't do it by yourself, silly.  It's flexible," she explained,
demonstrating.  "Plus, it's double ended.  We share it."

   A light went on in Megan's brain, and her face broke out in a smile.

   "Bring it on." She dropped to her back, spreading her legs wide,
beckoning her lover closer.

   *****

   Robert raised a hand, motioning Kelly to him.  Eagerly she complied,
crawling the short distance between them on the bed.

   Kelly pushed herself up to a kneeling position, her firm ass cheeks
resting on her heels, her legs tucked underneath her slim body.

   "You know what happens to naughty girls?" asked Robert.

   "What?" whispered Kelly, trying to appear afraid.  "What happens?"

   "They get spanked."

   Kelly's eyes grew wide.  Whether with arousal or fear, Robert could not
tell, although Kelly's musky scent was growing stronger by the second and
Robert guessed it was the former.

   "Get up," he commanded.  She immediately rose to her feet, standing
before him, heels together, head bowed, hands clasped behind her body.

   "Yes?" she whispered.  "What now?"

   "Go to the chair." His voice was calm and demanding, but underneath
Robert was shivering with excitement.  Kelly swiftly obeyed, careful not to
look at Robert.  Good little girls did as they were told and didn't ask
questions.

   "Do you see it?"

   "Yes." Her voice was pure excitement now.  "It's big."

   "Bring it here."

   Kelly walked back to the bed, handing him the slim wooden paddle. 
Robert had picked it up at a garage sale.  The elderly widow clearly had no
idea what kinks her recently departed husband involved himself in.  Or
maybe she did, Robert thought, amused at the idea.

   He took the paddle by the handle and with the flick of his wrist took a
practice swing, the wood hissing through the air.  He turned to Kelly, now
sitting beside him.  Her nipples poked through the front of her blouse like
two erasers, begging to be touched.

   "Where did Billy touch you?"

   "My...  on my booby."

   "Did you let him touch you anywhere else?" Kelly looked down at her
hands, blushing.

   "He touched my cunny." Her hands rested in her lap, at first glance
demure, although Robert could see the slow movement as Kelly teased herself
to a more fierce arousal, pressing against her clit through the plaid
skirt.

   "Stand up." Kelly stood, arms to her sides, back straight, her girlish
breasts pressing firm against her blouse.

   "What do you want me to do?  I told you everything."

   "But you didn't tell me he touched your cunny the first time I asked,
did you?" She shook her head in defeat.

   "No."

   "You're a naughty girl, aren't you?"

   "Yes."

   "Do you know what happens to naughty girls?  Bad girls like you?" Hiding
behind the paddle, Robert fondled his erection, caressing his cock and
balls as he watched Kelly squirm under his gaze.

   She finally nodded her head.  "They get spanked.  With the paddle."

   "Take your clothes off, Kelly.  You let a boy touch you when you were
naked.  You need to be spanked naked." Slowly, almost but not quite a strip
tease, Kelly removed her skirt and blouse, leaving her dressed only in a
set of plain white panties and bra.  He motioned for her to remove her last
undergarments.

   Kelly turned away in one last attempt at playful modesty and quickly
unsnapped her bra, the white cups falling into her hands.  She placed her
hands on her hips and bent at the waist, pulling the panties down.  Robert
could see thin trails of wetness as the sticky cloth held tight, before
finally pulling away from her smooth, wet pussy.  She turned around, facing
Robert.  He could see that Kelly's entire body, aside from her head, was
devoid of any hair, bringing an instant credibility to her schoolgirl
outfit.

   Robert pointed to his lap, his erection threatening to burst through his
slacks, motioning Kelly to lay across his lap for her punishment.  She
quickly complied, rubbing her tits against the rough cloth of his shirt,
exciting both.  A small groan escaped Robert's lips as he felt the soft
pillows of her tits push against his thigh, sliding away as she settled her
hips directly over his raging cock.

   "Are you going to spank me now, Daddy?" she asked, once again falling
into their shared fantasy.

   "I am.  Daddy is going to spank his baby's bare bottom until it's red.
You know this is because you're a bad girl, right, baby?" He grinned,
knowing just how bad a girl Kelly could be.

   "I am a bad girl.  Spank me, so I'll be a good girl, Daddy." She
squirmed against his thigh, anticipating the first sharp snap of the paddle
against her soft ass cheek.

   Robert raised his arm and could feel her body tense.  The two cheeks of
her ass clenched together slightly, and he resisted the urge to give them a
squeeze.  Later, he thought and quickly brought down the paddle against her
pale flesh.

   "One." She counted each stroke of the paddle.

   "Two." Robert could see a pink mark appear where the paddle had
impacted, and switched cheeks.

   "Three." Through his jeans, Robert could feel the heat and wetness of
Kelly's bare cunt as it started to spasm wildly.  He could feel how excited
she was, the pain and pleasure threatening to overload her body.  He swung
another arc through the air.

   "Four." A small whimper, accompanied by more thrashing around.  Robert
had to use his free arm to hold Kelly in place, directly over his cock.  He
felt her press down against his prick as he raised his arm once more.

   "Five."

   *****

   "Six."

   "Oh my God!" Megan screamed out loud as the rubber cock forced apart the
fat lips of her tight, slick cunt.

   "Relax," Lori said.  "You have six inches in.  One more and I can hop on
the ride too!" Lori twisted the dildo in her hand, forcing the thick shaft
more deeply into her friend's pussy, screwing it deeper and deeper into her
sucking cunt.

   "Enough, already." Megan took a deep breath, leaning up on her elbows to
look at where she was being penetrated.  "That fucker's so thick," she
panted.  "Much bigger than Robert." She collapsed back onto the bed, her
muscles starting to shake with exertion.

   "My turn," Lori sang gleefully.  Dropping to her back, she spread her
legs wide, scooting forward, until her legs were tangled with Megan's, and
expertly placed the other end of the enormous plastic cock at her wet
opening.  Pressing determinedly forward, she slowly impaled herself,
cocking her hips, taking it deeper and deeper, until at last the women's
pussies were in direct contact.

   "This is so sexy...  fuck me," Megan groaned, rolling on the bed.  The
cock was much thicker than the one sported by her husband, and although the
length inside her was not quite as large, the girth more than made up for
it.  She had never in her life felt more stretched, more full of cock.  She
began to rock back and forth, thrusting against her friend.

   Lori quickly picked up the rhythm, and the two women, sharing the
enormous penis between their hot sucking pussies, ground against each
other.

   Seeing their arousal, Renee and Janie quickly separated, their lips
lingering together for a moment, before climbing over the two prone women.
Janie quickly collapsed on Lori's tongue, panting and squealing as the
small woman attacked the fat lips of her pussy.

   Renee settled her hips gently over Megan's face, wiggling to gain the
other woman's attention, before softly pressing her hot cunt against
Megan's panting mouth.  She moaned in satisfaction as Megan quickly warmed
to her new task, lashing her tongue repeatedly against Renee's prominent
clit.

   "Oh...  oh...  so good," she moaned, feeling her juices wash out of her
pussy, coating Megan's face.  Megan too was in ecstasy, her own cunt
stuffed full of plastic cock.  Slamming against Lori's soft hips and pubic
bone, she could feel herself nearing a peak.  She grabbed a handful of
Renee's soft ass cheeks with each hand, gripping and squeezing the smooth
flesh, before pushing her face free.

   "Suck on my clit," she demanded of Renee, before quickly returning her
lips and tongue to Renee's sticky wet inner flesh.  No sooner had she made
her plea when Renee leaned over, her soft breasts squashed flat against
Megan's heaving stomach.  She could see the fat plastic cock as it shoved
in and out of Megan's steaming cunt.  She proceeded to attach her lips to
Megan's fat clit, sucking and nipping at the tender flesh.

   Quickly, Megan's arousal soared, the sensations of cock and pussy and
lips and sticky sweet flesh too much, and her orgasm washed over her. 
Arching her back, Megan felt her muscles stiffen as wave after wave crashed
through her stomach and thighs.  She felt herself splash great amounts of
sticky liquid from her pussy, something very rare for her.  She was not
normally a squirter.

   As secondary and tertiary shock waves rocked through her muscles, Megan
quickly disengaged the double ended dildo from her cunt, the sensations too
powerful to continue.  She heard a moan of disappointment from Lori, who
suddenly felt no resistance as her own hips slammed against her plastic
lover.  Quickly, Renee grabbed the dildo and commenced to piston it again
and again into Lori's slick hole.

   Her own needs sated for the moment, Megan reached above her, pulling
Renee's hips down to her face, and again began laving her oral attentions
on her pink flesh.  She was startled by the sound of loud squealing from
the other side of the bed, and knew that Lori had finally won her battle
with Janie's pussy, as the redhead screamed in her own orgasm.  Megan
giggled at the high pitched screams, muffled by the soft inner flesh on
Renee's thighs.  How loud was she?

   Finally she began to feel Renee's cunt contracting around her tongue,
trying to suck in the invading oral digit.  Megan flicked her tongue
roughly through the wet opening of Renee's cunt, grinding her chin against
the hood of flesh covering her clit, and was finally rewarded as a new
flood of secretions washed over her face.  She drank greedily at the
discharge, lapping at the sensitive opening to Renee's cunt, hearing her
moans of passion as her climax slowly abated.

   The sensations were eventually too much for the four women and they
collapsed to the bed, a sweaty mound of legs and breasts and sticky flesh.

   *****

   Robert could feel Kelly's pussy contracting around his fingers as her
body prepared for another orgasm.  He had paddled her bare ass until her
soft white flesh was an angry pink, but through it all she had twisted and
turned on his lap, grinding against his erection.  Eventually, all pretense
of punishment vanished as Robert thrust two, then three fingers into her
steamy hole, quickly bringing the young "schoolgirl" to orgasm.

   "Fuck," Kelly groaned.  She felt her juices flooding out, soaking
Robert's pants.  She hoped he wouldn't be upset with her, but her body gave
an uncontrollable shiver of anticipation at the thought.

   Sagging to the bed, Kelly curled up in a ball, gently teasing the soft
flesh of her cunt, careful not to put too much pressure on the inflamed
cheeks of her ass.

   Robert stood, powerfully aroused at the sight of Kelly, in all her
delightful contrasts.  The body of a young teenager coupled with the sexual
energy of an experienced whore.  The innocent look of a schoolgirl with a
mouth made for spewing obscenities or sucking cock.

   He felt his cock lurch in his slacks and quickly shed the garment soaked
with the sticky combination of Kelly's secretions and his own pre-cum. 
With little ceremony, Robert dropped his underwear to the floor, his erect
cock popping free and waving in the air.

   Seeing this, Kelly rose to her knees, still mindful of her striped
hindquarters, and reached a tentative hand toward his inflamed cock.

   "Daddy?" she asked, reverting to her role of Catholic schoolgirl slut.
"What's that?"

   "That's my cock, baby," he answered, grabbing her hand and placing it on
his engorged member.  Her touch was light and delicate, yet firm and sure.
He smiled inwardly...  as well as she played the role of an innocent, Kelly
was too much of a cumslut at heart to remain virginal for too long.

   "It's so big, Daddy.  And so hard!" Kelly began stroking his cock in
earnest now, rubbing the crown with her thumb.  She reached between her own
thighs, playing with her pussy and quickly returned her hand to his cock,
coating it with her slippery juices.  Fully lubricated, his cock slid
through the tight tunnel of her hand like a well-oiled piston.

   Robert knew he needed to be careful.  Years of experience had taught him
to savor his first orgasm, and shooting his load on Kelly's hand and face,
although he loved watching her lick up his cum, was not what he had in
mind. At least not for the first time tonight.

   Gripping her wrist to slow her movements, Robert sat down on the bed,
pulling Kelly with him.  He pulled her legs apart and maneuvered her so she
was straddling him, his erection pointing up from his hairy groin, aimed
directly at Kelly's pink slit.  Even though the two were separated by a few
inches, he swore he could feel waves of heat spreading from the juncture of
her thighs.

   "Daddy?  What...  what are you doing?" she teased, as she lowered
herself closer to his prick.  The tip of his cock brushed against the
swollen lips of her pussy, and the two groaned at the contact.

   Robert responded by reaching behind her, each hand grabbing and
squeezing a handful of ass cheek.  She squealed a high pitched scream, both
pain and pleasure, as he forced their bodies together.  Diamond-hard
nipples scratched his hairy chest as their bodies forced his cock between
them, his hard shaft coating their bodies, leaving behind a thin trail of
pre-cum.

   "Get Daddy's cock ready, okay?  Daddy's going to fuck his baby soon."
Kelly lifted her hips away from Robert's thighs, reaching between them to
grasp his erection.  Jacking on the shaft to make sure he was at full
staff, she placed the spongy head of his cock at her hot entrance.

   "Are you ready to fuck me now?  Is your dick hard enough?  Are you
excited?  Robert nodded and leaned back, waiting for Kelly to slowly slide
her pussy down his cock, but was surprised when he felt her entire weight
fall down as she plunged her cunt down over his erection.  He felt the tip
of his prick bump into the entrance to Kelly's womb, and the two groaned at
the powerful sensation.

   "Oh God," she moaned, stopping for a moment to catch her breath before
beginning anew.  Kelly was a madwoman, her hips a blur as she thrust
against him repeatedly.  Her tiny tits bobbed enticingly on her chest and
Robert stretched out, catching one turgid nipple between his teeth.  He bit
down gently on the rubbery nub, and suctioned most of her breast into his
mouth, sucking powerfully.  Kelly tried to push more into his mouth,
moaning wildly.  He released her tit, which slipped out of his mouth with a
pop, and quickly captured the other, repeating the procedure.

   "So good," Robert moaned.  "Oh God, you're so tight and so hot."

   Flailing wildly, Kelly was driving the two skillfully to the edge of
climax when Robert suddenly gripped her hips, digging in with his fingers.
Frustrated at the sudden end to her time on top, Kelly squealed in mild
protest as Robert shoved her off his cock, but groaned in lust as he easily
flipped her slight frame onto hands and knees, presenting him with her ass
cheeks, still pink from his paddle.

   "What are you going to do now, Daddy?" Kelly looked over her shoulder
and Robert had to stifle a laugh.  She's almost too good at this, he
thought.  "Are you going to fuck me...  back there?" she asked, wiggling
her ass at him.  Robert could see the crinkled pucker of her anus, and for
a moment thought of slamming his cock down the length of her ass, but shook
his head.

   "Maybe another time," he said, running his hands over the smooth globes
of her ass.  "For now, Daddy's going to fuck your pussy from behind, and
then I'm going to squirt my cum in your cunt."

   Robert felt Kelly shiver beneath him as his finger slipped inside her
wet cunt, spreading her slick oils over her outer lips..

   "Are You going to fill me up, Daddy?" she asked.  "I love it when you
fill me up with your hot cum!"

   "Daddy's going to squirt you real good," Robert moaned as his fingers
thrust deeply.  He pulled out of her cunt, feeling her muscles pulling at
his digit, trying to suck him in deeper.  Robert reached down to grab at
her ripe tits, but Kelly grabbed his hand, pulling her fingers to her lips.

   "Are we going to make a baby?" she asked, again the innocent schoolgirl.
"Are you going to give your baby a baby?" Eyes wide, Kelly began sucking on
a finger, teasing him on.  His cock lurched and Robert hurried to bury
himself in Kelly's tight cunt.

   As he pressed forward, Robert reached around Kelly's body, squeezing her
tits.  As he rolled her nipples in his fingers, Robert could feel the hot
cheeks of Kelly's ass pressing repeatedly against his stomach and the
smooth flesh drove him to plunge deeper into her cunt.

   The two remained there, thrusting against each other, saying nothing. 
Finally, Robert felt his balls pull tight against his body and knew his
orgasm was imminent.

   As he thrust more rapidly, Robert reached a hand out and fondled the
smooth flesh of Kelly's ass.  She moaned in approval, rolling her hips and
exciting both of them.

   With no warning, Robert licked his thumb and pushed hard against the
pucker of her ass.  Kelly exhaled her breath with a whoosh and looked over
her shoulder, eyes glassy with lust.

   "Harder," she panted, slamming back against him with little abandon. 
"Shove your finger up my asshole.  Fuck me fuck me fuck me.  I'm going to
cum all over your cock." Robert could feel the slick insides of her wet
tunnel as they pulsed and gripped at his cock.  He had never felt a pussy
clutch and grab at him so forcefully during sex.

   Robert forced his thumb forward until it was fully imbedded in the hot
furnace of Kelly's ass and began thrusting into her bowels in tandem with
his cock in her pussy.  Just as Robert felt his orgasm approach, Kelly let
loose a stream of obscenities and Robert felt her muscles clamp down on his
prick, trapping him in place.

   "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!" she squealed, hunching back against Robert's chest
as she rode out her climax.  Finally, Kelly's body betrayed her and she
slumped to the bed, exhausted.

   Robert felt his own release nearing and began slamming his body down on
Kelly's prone figure, forcing her deeper and deeper into the soft bedding.
Soon, his world focused on the head of his cock as his sperm rushed down
his shaft.  With shot after shot, Robert splashed the inside of Kelly's
tunnel with his hot, sticky semen and collapsed onto her back, his own
energy sapped.

   *****

   "So, your husband doesn't give you what you need?" Janie asked, cupping
Megan's breasts from behind as Megan leaned back against her body.  The two
had finished eating each other out and were quietly watching as Renee
fucked Lori's tiny ass with a small purple strap-on.

   "It's not that he doesn't or that he can't...  he's a good lover, but...
he treats me like a piece of porcelain.  I won't break, but he's always so
gentle." Megan sighed, frustrated.  Janie smiled, her hands suddenly
gripping Megan's nipples and clamping down.  Megan yelped in pain, then
sighed as she slapped the hands away.  She ran her fingers over her
breasts, rubbing the sore buds of flesh.

   "You like it rough, eh?" Janie smiled, leaning forward to kiss the back
of Megan's neck and inhaling her scent.  "I like that about you." Megan
turned, kissing her friend lightly on the lips before answering.

   "I wish Robert did.  I don't know what it is with him.  It's like he's
happy fucking in bed with the lights out.  I have fun ideas...  I even
thought about inviting one of you guys over for a threesome, but there's no
way he'd go for that." Megan finally stood, sighing as she paused for a
moment, watching as Lori bucked under Renee's thrusting, finally bringing
the two to a satisfying orgasm.  Megan reached down, wiping a stray hair
from Lori's forehead.  "I have to get home," she said.  "Thanks for the
great party.  I just love playing cards with you," she laughed.  Renee
snorted from the bed.

   "Sure beats playing solitaire," she giggled.  Lori smiled, a dreamy look
on her face.

   "I'll say."

   "Bye you guys," Megan said as she slipped on her pumps.  "I'll let
myself out.  See you next week?"

   "Damn right," she heard from the bedroom as she closed the door and
quickly walked to her car.

   *****

   "Do I have to?" Kelly asked.  She was lying on her back in the middle of
the bed watching as Robert picked up her clothes, dropping the small pile
beside her on the messy sheets, damp and stained with their juices.

   "Afraid so," he answered, picking her up and sliding her to the floor.
"It's her room and I think she'd notice we'd used the bed." He quickly
stripped the sheets off, wadding them into a ball.  As he walked to the
attached laundry room, he opened a window, letting in the outside breezes
to clear the scent of their lovemaking from the room.

   As he returned to the room, Robert stood and watched Kelly as she leaned
against the bed.  Her breasts and thighs were flushed with her arousal and
tiny bits of dried semen flaked her upper thighs and around her lips.  He
fought the urge to stroke his cock, knowing their time this evening was
growing short.  Damn, he thought, if only Megan was this sexy.

   "You look sad," Kelly mentioned, noticing the lines creasing his
forehead.  Robert sighed.

   "Not sad, just...  I thought about mentioning these fantasies I have to
Megan and I can just imagine her reaction to them."

   "You don't think she'd like the idea of playing pirates and princess?"
Kelly said with a laugh, as Robert snorted.  A smile played over his face
as he thought back to the week before.  He remembered making Kelly walk his
plank over and over.  She'd commented she really liked his peg leg.

   "Fat chance of that ever happening.  It's like she's happy just fucking
in bed with the lights out.  She has no imagination.  I can't imagine what
she'd say if I mentioned inviting you over for an evening of fun." Robert
paused for a moment, deep in thought.  Finally he shook his head sadly. 
"You better get dressed.  She'll be home soon."

   With a sigh, Kelly picked herself up and slowly began dressing.

   "You can keep the panties," she said.  "I hardly ever wear them except
when I'm here." She wadded them into a tiny ball, and stuffed them into his
front pants pocket.  "Don't forget to wash your slacks," she reminded him.
"They kind of smell like me.  I know your wife would notice that!" Robert
smiled.

   "I doubt it.  It's been quite a while since her face was that close to
my cock." He took a quick glance at his watch, frowning when he saw the
lateness of the hour.  "You better go," he finally said.

   *****

   By the time Megan arrived home, Robert was sitting on the couch where
she'd left him, a newspaper in his lap.  She glanced at the television.

   "Game over?" she asked.

   "Hmmm?  Oh, hi.  Yeah.  It ended a while ago."

   "Good guys win?" Megan asked.  Robert paused for a moment before
answering.

   "Uh...  yeah.  Good game.  Lots of action." He smiled inwardly.  Lots of
action indeed.

   "That's nice."

   "How about you?" he asked.  "Good time?"

   "Very good," she answered, squeezing her legs together with the memory
of her recent activities.

   "Hungry?" Robert asked.  "There's some ice cream in the freezer or I
could heat up some leftovers."

   "I'm good.  The four of us ate out." She stifled a grin, picturing
Lori's face buried in Renee's steaming pussy.  Ate out, indeed.

   "Okay then.  I'm heading up to bed." Robert stood, tossing the paper on
the couch.  He leaned in for a passionless kiss.  "Have a good night."

   "Night.  See you in the morning."

   "Night."
   The End