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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Let's Fuck the New Neighbors (MF, exh, orgy, reluc) by Michael Schumann (fictioneer@indiatimes.com) *** New kids on the block. A couple learn that the neighbors have designs upon their virtue. How come nobody like this lives on my street? *** CHAPTER 1 "Jesus, Mrs Robertson," Paul Darrow panted, his voice tight and tense, "I really don't think we oughta be doing this -- I really don't think we should..." Not just his voice -- his entire body was tight and tense. Oh, Christ... Mrs Robertson looked up at him, her brown eyes liquid with lust, her red mouth stretched around the thrusting bulk of Paul's cock. Slowly, tantalizingly, she worked her mouth upward, her lips sliding sensuously off the pointed, suck-reddened tip of Paul's rod. She pressed her lips against the point. "Do you think we should stop?" she asked in a silky-throated whisper that made her lips flutter delicately against the sensitive underside of his cockknob. "I wouldn't want to do anything that distressed you, Paul dear..." Oh, shit! He put his hand on the top of her head, feeling the silk-like strands of blonde hair, and he gave her an insistent push. Her mouth opened and the end of his cock slid back inside. He groaned as her tongue began to work around and around his suck-hardened rod, as he began once more to pump in and out of her seemingly bottomless oral cavity. How the fuck had he wound up on his neighbors' patio, beside the pool, with his dick jammed halfway down Mrs Robertson's throat? Sure, he'd seen her around in the two weeks he and Beth Ann had been living here in Elmwood. How could you miss Mrs Robertson? She was out jogging every morning, in powder blue shorts and top, every inch of her rippling rhythmically as she went past. She drove up and down the street in her red 'Vette convertible. A man could not see her and then not do at least a little fantasizing about what it would be like to get inside that powder blue running outfit -- even a newly married man who was very much in love with his wife -- a man like Paul Darrow. But it had never gone beyond fantasizing. He'd never dreamed for a minute that he'd actually wind up fucking Mrs Robertson's mouth. Mrs Robertson! Christ, he didn't even know her first name, though he was sure it started with an S. Sandra or Sarah or -- Sabra! Yes, Sabra! Mmmm, exotic and just a little sexy, and it fitted her to an S. "Mmm, do it, Sabra," he whispered, "suck my hard cock!" It was so weird. He'd been knocking around the yard, doing a few of the outside chores -- it was his afternoon off -- and minding his own business, when Sabra Robertson came down the street, dressed to the nines and obviously in a bind. Could he come take a look at her 'Vette and see why it wouldn't start? She was late for a beauty salon appointment, as if she needed any of that kind of help! The car was no problem. Just a loose wire. He'd reattached it, and the thing had roared like a lion, the way 'Vettes were supposed to. But by then, Sabra decided that it was just too late to fuck with the salon. That's what she said, "fuck with the salon", and there was something almost unbearably sexy in hearing her say the word. His dick had twitched instinctively in his pants. He and Beth Ann had been married for almost a year, and he didn't think he'd ever heard her say "fuck" aloud. There was something soooo arousing about hearing a beautiful woman use nasty words. She'd invited him in for a drink. It was really too early for drinking, but what the hell? One Collins wouldn't hurt. He'd had three, the extra-strong kind she mixed. Maybe it was the booze that had done him in. Maybe it was the watching her as they sat chatting on the patio. She was wearing a black sheath dress, thin straps, no sleeves, tight in the bust and the waist and the hips, riding high on her long perfect legs. Sorta like the dress Anita Eckberg wore in _"La Dolce Vita"_, though she wasn't built quite like Anita. Her tits were maybe 36-Bs, high and proud and thrusting -- no bra under the black dress, as he could see when she leaned forward -- and her waist was trim, her hips womanly but not exaggerated. She looked like a fashion model with boobs. And right now, with her mouth working wetly up and down his cock, she looked like a fashion model doing porno movies. God, the way she sucked a dick! His guts churned as her mouth moved on him. He was rabidly erect, his balls full of hot blistering cum. He wanted to dump his steamy load straight down the throat that his cock slipped into when she gulped and took him all the way to his cum-bloated balls. She let his cock slide out of her mouth and she started to lick and kiss it all over. It made him that much hotter to come in her mouth. She used her hand on him while she sucked his nuts. He looked around at the high redwood privacy fence that ringed the Robertsons' back yard. Thank God for that! At least none of the neighbors was in danger of peeking out a window and getting a glimpse of what he and Mrs R were up to! He didn't much give a fuck, at that point, what the neighbors saw or what they thought about what they might see. It would kill him, of course, if Beth Ann found out what he was up to right now, but he didn't figure that would ever happen. They hadn't been living in Elmwood long enough to know that many people. Today was the first time he'd ever spoken to Mrs Robertson, for example, though she only lived three or four houses away. Well, he was doing more than talk to the bitch now! As she took his cock back inside her mouth and sucked it voraciously, he found himself wishing, almost, that Beth Ann could get a look at this. Maybe it would give her some ideas! His hands strayed down Sabra Robertson's body. He reached behind her and unzipped the back of her dress, hands sliding inside. He'd been right. No brassiere. He pulled the dress down, and she moved her arms to help him get it free. Her tits fell into his hands and he cupped them eagerly as she ate his cock. Her tits were round and hard and high, with firm stiff nipples jutting out. His fingers closed on the nipples and he sighed in delight, feeling them throb and pulsate. Just the way his prick was throbbing along the lapping length of her hot wet tongue! He pawed at her tits as she sucked on his cock. The drinks buzzed inside his head, but it was more than alcohol. He was soooo fuckin' turned on by this totally unanticipated blowjob! Sabra's mouth came up his cock, sucking every inch of him as her head lifted. She slid off his rigid point with a smacking slurp. He looked down, saw her lipstick ringing the base of his prick. His cock was so red it was a wonder there was any color left on her mouth at all. She stood up, his hands falling away from her hard-nippled tits, and she did a hipshake that sent the black dress fluttering down her long lean body. He began to stroke his cock, almost unconsciously, as she stepped out of the fallen dress. She was tanned everywhere he could see, and he could see everything except the crack of her pussy. Under the black dress she wore only a pair of g-string panties, just a thin strip that covered her crotch, plus garter belt and sheer stockings. Naked, her body was everything he had dreamed it might be, and even more. His hand jerked faster on his cock. He was in imminent danger of squirting jism all over his fist. "Do you like the way I look?" Sabra asked throatily, turning for him. From the rear, uncovered, her ass had more dynamite than a railroad car full of TNT. The cheeks were bare, just a little strip of thong running down the crack, from the thin strap that rode low around her waist. She was wearing high, high heels, that lifted her ass even higher than God had set it on her body, that made her legs curve in fantastic, erotic ways. Paul's hand clutched at his cock. Jesus, he was gonna lose his load right now! She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, pulling the crotch strip outward. He had a flash of the pubic hair beneath, just a flash, and his prick throbbed excitedly. She looked at him sensuously, and she cupped her tits. Leaning down, she flicked her tongue across the nipples. She lifted one tit, brought it to her mouth, and eased the nipple's tip between her lips, where she sucked at it, her eyes fixed on Paul as if to say "Do you like what you see? Do you think this is sexy, too?" He nodded, responding to the unasked question. His fist jerked at his cock. Jesus, he didn't want to squirt his load like some dumb little kid jerking off to _Playboy_, but his nuts were swollen with the weight of the jism backed up inside them, and he was dying to squirt it out! Sabra let go of her tit. He could see the red smear of lipstick on her flesh where she'd kissed and sucked herself, and it drove him crazy with lust. He stood up, his prick sticking straight out, and he took her by the wrists, pulling her to him. She was nearly as tall as he, in her heels, close to six feet. He bent her head back slightly and kissed her cockloving mouth. It was the first time he'd ever kissed lips that had only just been wrapped around his cock. They didn't taste any different from the other mouths he had kissed, though. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and let Sabra suckle on that for a while, as he rubbed his body against hers. His hands cupped the hard firm cheeks of her rounded ass, and he pulled her tightly to him, grinding her with his hard dick. His fingers got under the panties and moved onto her bunlike cunt. He found the slit, dripping wet, and worked his finger back and forth along the crack, slipping inside her from time to time. Her pussy was as hot and active as her mouth. It caught the tip of his finger and sucked it inside, the same way her lips were nursing on his tongue. He thrust, and he felt her shudder, tasted her moan of pleasure against his mouth. He moved back, onto the patio chair he'd been sitting in, and he pulled her with him. He sat down, and Sabra mounted him, her legs enfolding his body. She went up onto her knees, and he pulled aside the crotch of her g-string panties. She took hold of his cock and guided it to her pussy mouth. "Fuck me now," she said. "Fuck me hard and fast and deep!" His cock thrust up into her, the pussy lips melting like butter as he rammed upward. She met him with the base of her cuntal tube, and he hit bottom inside her. Sabra gasped and moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pushed her ripe tits into his face and he began to suck and lick and kiss the tanned rounded mounds, his mouth hungry for her hard brown nipples. He pumped his cock up into her, fast and hard, just the way she'd demanded, just the way his own lustful urges required. His rod was swollen to twice its normal size, or so it felt to Paul. She was dripping wet, all the way to the bottom of her hot cunt, and he fucked it madly, passionately, relishing the tightness and -- Jesus! -- the wild cunty squeezes she flexed onto his prick with her rippling muscles as he fucked her. His cock was trapped in a nutcracker, and he didn't want to take it out, not ever! He still didn't know why she'd suddenly gotten hot and started coming on to him. He hadn't believed it meant what he thought it meant until she'd unzipped his pants and taken his cock out. Now, wedged in her hot tight wet pussy, he still had no idea why she was doing it, but he was glad she'd decided to do it with him. Sabra Robertson was the kind of piece every man dreamed about getting but most men never got. Paul Darrow was getting it, and he knew there was a God who watched over him, who wasn't too pissed off with the way he lived his life. He sucked hard at her tits, he fucked even harder up her pussy. She took it all, seemed to want more. She smothered him in her tits, ate him with her pussy. He suspected her fucking might be even better than her blowjob, and her blowjob was goddamn perfection come to life. He didn't think he'd ever had such a wild, hot,wet piece of pussy in his whole fucking life! "Oh, yes, Paul," he heard her gasp, "yesssss!!! Fuck meee!!! Ooohhhh, make me cummmmmmm!!!" He could feel her exploding around his cock. He held her tight, and he filled his mouth with a hot vibrating tit. The nipple pulsated against his tongue like a jackhammer on overdrive. His cock rammed up into her clenching, rippling pussy, hitting bottom on every stroke, and each thrust seemed to coax a new round of hot responses out of Sabra. She was dripping sweat, her blonde hair hanging in loose wet strands around her face. She was more gorgeous than ever, caught up in the heat of fucking, and the sight of her beautiful face contorted in ecstatic response put the finishing touches to Paul's struggle to keep his nuts from blasting too soon. It was fucking _time_!!! He thrust upward into her wild hot twat and he let go, his prick cream gushing hotly up Sabra's sucking sheath. She rode him gloriously as they came together, her pussy sucking the cum up his tubes, siphoning the sticky white stuff up her cuntal pocket. He was dry, but he couldn't stop thrusting, ramming his prick up her pussy again and again. Sabra slumped atop him, her arms tight around his neck. "That was fantastic," she said. "Why don't we go inside and do it again, darling? We could even make a videotape. You haven't lived till you've watched yourself fucking on instant replay. Are you interested? Do you have time? Does my body still turn you on?" "Is the Pope Polish?" Paul joked in a weak voice. "Does Ron Reagan color his hair? Is Elvis still the King? Do you _really_ have a camcorder???" CHAPTER 2 "You didn't get much of the yard work done," Beth Ann said, her voice gentle and not accusing. "But I guess we're even. Anyone who walked in the front door would wonder if we were moving in or moving out," she added with a smile, pointing to the boxes that were stacked around the living room, still unpacked from moving day. "There just aren't enough hours in the day to take care of everything," she sighed, putting down her chopsticks. "But how did you know that I spent half the day fantasizing about Chinese, hon?" Because, Paul wanted to tell her, I was improvising. I didn't have time to cook any supper. I was fucking the lady down the street so all I could do was order takeout. Christ, had he really done it? Fucked Sabra Robertson? He knew he had. He'd even watched the videotape replay of what they'd done in the bedroom. God, what a setup the Robertsons had! He wondered if Beth Ann would stand still for installing a video camera in their bedroom. _Sure_ she would. She was almost too strait-laced to watch X-rated tapes on the VCR, let alone star in their own homemade VHS turn-ons. She finished her tea and leaned back. "You know," she said, smiling, "I thought about you all day. I had some very naughty thoughts, Paul. Would you like to hear about them?" She stood up and came around the table to stand behind him. She put her hands on his shoulders and started to brush her tits back and forth across the back of his head and neck. Her hands slid down his chest, pushing his shirt open. She touched his nipples. Her fingers began to caress them. She knew he liked that. _I'm really not in the mood_, he wanted to tell her. _Sabra Robertson emptied my balls for me this afternoon_. But how could he tell Beth Ann anything like that? Especially if it was true -- and it was. He doubted he'd be able to get it hard till sometime early next week. Mrs Robertson had fucked him dry. The woman was every bit as great a fuck as she promised to be. His balls ached as he remembered the way she'd rolled him all over the huge bed that she and her husband shared, the way her legs had stroked him, her hands had clawed at his back and his ass. He just hoped the red marks had gone away and that he didn't have any scratches to give it away. He'd never fucked around on Beth Ann, except for a few times when they were just dating and hadn't yet gotten engaged. He knew that she had never done anything like that, not since the day they met. She told him she'd set her cap for him at their first meeting. He hadn't been the first guy to fuck her, but there had not been very many before Paul. She was so shy and delicate and gentle, and he loved her like crazy, but there was a hell of a lot to be said for a totally wild fuck like Sabra, too. Beth Ann's hands slid lower, inside his shirt. She had her tits on his shoulders now. Her nipples were erect. He could feel them punching out her bra and blouse. Her nipples were a soft, babypink color. They got long and stiff when they were excited, and he could tell they were excited right now. They tasted delicious, too, and she loved to have them sucked on. But Jesus, he wasn't up for it! Not after Sabra! "I spent most of the day in the stockroom, doing inventory," she purred, stroking him, "but I was thinking about you. Pretending that you had sneaked in the back door and come in to the stockroom with me. We locked the door and then you took my clothes off and touched me everywhere, and then we spread both our clothes on the floor and lay down on them and made wild crazy love while the supervisor pounded on the door and asked me just what the hell was going on in there. It was very exciting. I got very excited. I could hardly wait to get home. To you." Her hand was all the way down to the waistband of his pants, now. She unsnapped the jeans and slid her fingers lower, into his shorts. It was a big improvement for Beth Ann. For a good while she was kinda standoffish about touching his cock. Lately, though, she'd started to enjoy playing with it. Like she was doing right now. She reached inside his shorts and took hold of his cock and started to skin it back and forth. As she did, she nibbled his earlobe and his shoulder, pushing the upper part of his shirt aside so she could get at the bare flesh. He turned around, his hands filling with her soft sweet tits. She kept on playing with his dick, as he unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it open. Underneath she was wearing that lacy camisole he liked so much. The laces were tied, but not for long. He undid them, and the silky garment opened, and he bared her tits. They weren't as big as Sabra's, true, but they were delicious pear-shaped boobs, and the nipples were at almost full extension right now. His fingers stroked the pink tabs and he felt them quiver and stiffen up just a silly millimeter more. It was a thrill to touch her erecting nipples, to feel them grow beneath his fingertips. He took her shirt off, and he stood up. Beth Ann was tiny, barely five-three, almost a foot shorter than Paul. Her head leaned against his chest, and her hand continued to work his cock. "Something wrong?" she asked. "Usually you get all stiff and red in a hurry, hon. What's the matter? You been using this on one of the neighbors or something while I was at work?" Ouch! He shivered at her words. Looking down, he tried to read her face. Her pale blue eyes smiled, and he knew she was only joking. But she had hit the nail right on the fuckin' head, hadn't she? As if she knew exactly what he had done today... Beth Ann snuggled closer. She kissed his chest, nuzzling into the hairs. Her lips found one of his nipples. She licked it delicately, then took its growing point into her mouth for a bit of dainty sucking. Her hand moved more insistently on his cock. "I'm not kidding," she said. "I came home horny as hell today, Paul. And I'm ready for-- you know--" She didn't like to say the word, got redfaced and tonguetied the few times he'd persuaded her to say it aloud. He picked her up in his arms and carried her into the den. There was a fireplace there and, even though it was far too hot for a fire, they could always pretend that they were stretched out on a bearskin rug in front of a roaring flame. The rug wasn't bearskin, just a fun fur, and her tanned body looked even more golden and glowing as she stretched out on it. He lay down beside her, reaching for the button of her skirt. It came off, and she lay there in panties and camisole. Which to take off first? He went for the panties. The sight and smell of her aroused pussy had never failed to give him a stiff-on in the past, not since the first time he'd gotten her into bed. He took hold of her yellow bikini pants and eased them down, sighing as he got his first glimpse of her dark pubic fur, a thick fuzzy patch that looked almost black against her golden skin. He pulled her panties down with one hand and reached for his wife's cunt with the other. She wasn't kidding about being turned on. Her snatch was wet, oozy sticky moisture leaking from her tight, snug-lipped slit. She closed her eyes and purred like a kitten as he caressed her pussy, fingers parting the labes and slipping inside to stroke her hole, the slick wet flesh just below her clit. "Yessss..." she hissed as he brushed her clitoris with his fingertip. He could feel it already, standing up as proud as could be. Paul began to work on the small, rubbery button, starting to feel a fresh burst of arousal in his own crotch. Beth Ann pulled more insistently on her husband's cock as he toyed with her pussy. She had a hand free to help him out of his shirt but the other hand was committed to his prick. She stroked it, positive that she could feel it stiffening up. God, what a time for him to be out of the mood! She'd thought about nothing else, most of the morning and all of the afternoon! It wasn't like her to have sexy daydreams on the job, but she'd enjoyed them and she'd been sure he'd be randy and ready when she got home -- like, when had he ever been anything _but_? His finger entered her pussy. She moaned, and started to thrust her cunt at him. She was all wet inside, and her slick flesh yearned for satisfaction. Her belly heaved, and her cunt seemed to slurp up and down his inserted finger. She was positive that his cock was on the brink of erection in her fist. But it wasn't entirely there, and no matter how she pulled, it just didn't seem to stiffen up the way it should. She looked into his eyes as he fingered her hot itchy pussy and she wondered if she should do what she was considering. Why not? Maybe the surprise would harden him up. This was one of the things she'd done in her fantasy -- and she'd done it a lot more eagerly and expertly than she ever had in real life. "Let me help," she whispered, stroking his cheek, and then she moved around until her face was just above his lap. She pulled his pants and shorts down, out of the way, kneeling beside him, and he kicked them off. She smiled, licked her lips enticingly, and took hold of his cock once more. Bending down, she applied her tongue gingerly to the end of his rod. She heard him sigh, and she was sure that it was a sound of delight. It emboldened her, filled her with fresh courage. She opened her mouth and let the end of his cock slip in and out. Her tongue batted at the rod as it moved in and out of her mouth, and her lips closed down upon it from time to time, sucking hard. She was absolutely positive he was getting harder, now! "Oh, honey," he groaned, lying back and giving Beth Ann her head. She worked her hand on his cock while her mouth nursed on it. She could feel throbbings inside his flesh, but it seemed soooo reluctant to get hard, for some reason. Beth Ann moved her mouth further down on him, taking all of his soft rod into herself. She hollowed in her cheeks and sucked very hard, making puffy sounds as she worked him. He rubbed his hand up and down her back as she sucked. If she could have read his mind, she'd have found him wondering why in the goddamn _hell_ she had picked today, of all days, to start experimenting with her mouth. If she'd done this yesterday, or two weeks ago, Sabra Robertson could have dildo-fucked herself with a golf club in front of Paul and he wouldn't have given her a second glance. Oh, fuck, of course he would have! Who the hell would not have taken what Sabra had offered so freely? But why did his wife have to come home horny the same fucking day? "It's still soft," she said, raising her head, a pink flush covering her face. Giving him head was still embarrassing to Beth Ann. Her mother had always told her that nice girls didn't do things like that, not even to boys they were in love with. Beth Ann had believed it for a long time, but she knew that Paul loved to be sucked on, and she was starting to think that maybe she could enjoy doing it for him. As long as he didn't come in her mouth. She wasn't at all ready for that yet! But he wasn't going to come if he couldn't even get hard, was he? And she couldn't understand why his cock stayed so soft in spite of her mouth-loving. She rose to her knees, and he came up with her. He took Beth Ann in his arms and kissed her lovingly, his hands busy on her body. "I can do something for you, at least," he whispered into her ear, and she knew what he meant. She nodded eagerly, and lay back on the rug, her legs open. Paul moved into the fork of her thighs and started to work his face back and forth through her pussy hairs. She sighed at his caress, and he moaned when he opened her cunt and stuck his tongue deep inside her. "Oh, yes, yes," she purred excitedly, her knees lifting and her pussy rising toward his face. He held her labes open, licking up and down the exposed pink surface of her inner cunt. She felt little spurts of excitement pulsing inside herself. He squeezed the labes together and licked them up and down, until she gasped, and then he opened her again and started to fuck his tongue in and out of her. "My clit," she said, "don't forget my clit!" He hadn't forgotten. He pinched delicately, till the little pink button stood up big and proud, and he worked his tongue across its tip, licked circles around its base. His fingers were busy on her the whole time, stroking and caressing and tickling the itchy labes of Beth Ann's cunt. As he began to suck her clit, he worked the tip of his finger into her snug tight cunt and moved it up and down in shallow, exciting penetration thrusts. She twitched and jerked and humped at him with her pussy. It wasn't quite the fantasy she'd had today at work, but it was close enough for government work and she could feel her cunt getting hotter and hotter and hotter. "Make me come," she prayed, washing his hand and face with her wet pussy. "Make me come like the fourth of July!" He didn't answer, he just licked her over and over, his tongue sloshing up and down the excited crack of her pussy. His finger moved in and out, and her clit pulsated and shivered each time he licked over, around, or even near it. She repeated her personal resolution to do a little more oral loving on Paul. It was the least she could do to pay him back for the sweet hot way he always ate her pussy. And his cock really didn't taste that bad, she had to admit. But she had really been craving his cock up inside her, the stiff knobby point buried deep within, his rod banging in and out of her quivering, excited cunt. She'd never been raised to be a slut, like so many other girls were these days, and she'd only had sex with a few guys before meeting Paul. She'd never really understood what was the big deal about sex until Paul stuck his big hard rod up her cunt and fucked her to a bitch of an orgasm. He loved to hear her say "fuck," though she still thought of it as nasty. Her mother had washed her mouth out with soap once, when she was about six, for saying it, and she still could taste the yucchy flavor on her tongue, every time she even thought the word. But the only way to cure a phobia was to go whole hog. "I really need you to fuck me," she sighed in her light, fluty voice. "I wanna feel that big cock of yours fucking my hot little tight pussy!" She heard him, felt him, sigh into her pussy as he continued to eat her. "Yes, fucking me," she went on, and his tongue grew wild on her cunt. Her cunt grew wild too, reacting to his tongue, and her clit felt as big as a squash. His lips were on it, kissing, sucking, his tongue licking the sensitive aroused button of flesh, and she knew she was going to come in just a moment. It would have been better to come with him riding hard and horny atop her, but the excitement of orgasm was too much to withstand and she let herself go, wailing hotly as the fever took control. "I'm cummmmmmming!!!" she gasped, wrapping her legs around his neck, pushing his head down into her frothing cunt. It was a lot better than her fantasy, but in some ways it was like a Chinese meal, too -- she wasn't sure how long the satisfaction would stay with her, nor how soon she'd need it again. Mmmm, wait'll she got that man into bed tonight! She'd fold her legs around his thighs and she wouldn't let go until he'd fucked her silly! CHAPTER 3 "Jesus, what a hunk," Maggie Sherman sighed. "How long is that cock, anyway, Sabra? Nine inches? And thick, too. Mmmm, God, I can feel it inside me right now... _fucking_ me..." "It's my fingers you feel, you slutty bitch," Sabra replied, working them around inside her friend's pussy. They lay naked on the bed, watching the video playback on the projection tv screen. Up on the screen, Paul Darrow was dogfucking Sabra, his big hard cock slamming in and out of her twitching cunt. Sabra's face was flushed and excited, sweat bubbles visible on her forehead. "Fuck me, yes,_ fuuuuck meeee_," she was moaning as she rocked under his socking thrusts. Amber Lynn had never done a better fuck scene. "Did he put it in your ass, too?" Maggie wondered, slurping at Sabra's brown nipples. "I bet that cock could almost kill a woman, stuffed up her ass... but it wouldn't stop me from trying, of course!" "Nothing could do that," Sabra purred. "You have an absolute fixation about your asshole. Did anyone ever tell you that, Mag?" Maggie laughed. "I'm forty-one," she said. "When I was a slutty young girl, we didn't have the pill. I love to feel a guy squirting off inside me, but I was terrified of getting knocked up, so I started letting all my boyfriends fuck me in the ass. You can't get pregnant taking a load up your ass, baby. And after a while I started loving it in my backdoor." She slinked a sweat-moistened arm around Sabra's neck, pulled her close for a lingering kiss. She was sure Sabra already knew the story but she loved to talk about getting banged in the butt. "But not everyone can fuck an asshole. That stud husband of yours is just too fucking big, for example. He tries to stick it in me, and it feels like he's ripping my rectum to pieces. Milt's cock is a lot skinnier, and it fits my shitter perfectly. But I know you already know that. Seems to me I've seen you bend over and spread your cheeks a time or two, Sabra, so who are you to knock anyone else because she likes to assfuck?" "Oh, don't get so bitchy," Sabra parried. Her fingers moved deeper into Maggie's cunt. "I'm sure you'll get your chance to test-drive our yummy new neighbor's big hard dick, and I wouldn't be surprised if you found a way to get it up your ass. But mmmm, Mag, it _is_ a big fat thick one, almost as big as Don's rod. You might have some trouble getting it in." "Mmm, make my day!" Maggie giggled. Up on the screen, Paul's cock was inside Sabra's mouth again. Everyone had her own particular leanings. Maggie loved it up the ass. Sabra had never been able to suck enough cock to keep herself satisfied. Both of us, Maggie thought, are experts in our own fields. And there was something else both of them loved to do, too. Maggie lifted her face and puckered her lips. Sabra's mouth descended upon hers, and they rolled on the bed, their bodies hot and sweaty with arousal. Maggie's cunt was already sucking at Sabra's fingers. She could feel the orgasm simmering juicily inside her twat. Their tongues worked back and forth, from mouth to mouth, dribbling hot frothy saliva from one woman to the other. But there was a better place for tongues to dart, and Maggie's mouth began to water hotly, the more she thought about sucking on Sabra's juicy cunt. She hoped Sabra hadn't taken a bath or a douche since fucking Paul Darrow; she craved to taste the flavors of his jism still coating the inside of Sabra's pussy. But Sabra was very fastidious and there was no way she'd gone four hours without cleaning herself thoroughly. On the other hand, Maggie could smell the heated arousal of her friend and neighbor's pussy, and if she couldn't eat strange cum out of Sabra's cunt, she still loved the woman's natural funky taste. She began to kiss her way down Sabra's front, getting back to the tits, but her mind was already about twenty-two inches further down her friend's body. Sabra rolled onto her back, legs up and open. It was the same position she was taking on the tv screen, making herself available to Paul Darrow. But it wasn't Paul Darrow who mounted Sabra's body in real life, head moving down into the crotch -- it was red-haired Maggie Sherman. Maggie eased into Sabra's pussy. She opened the gash and started to lick up and down, hungry for the ripe taste of Sabra's hot cunt. She squatted her own snatch directly above Sabra's face, and she felt the familiar penetrating thrust of her friend's fingers. As they worked in and out, Sabra's tongue moved everywhere. Particularly it lapped at Maggie's asshole, because Sabra knew how much Maggie got off on having her ass licked. The hole itself was a bit looser than on most women, but that was because Maggie cornholed almost every day. Her shitter didn't have time to get too snug between assfucks! Sabra spread the cheeks, and the deep pink hole dilated excitedly, the way it always did when someone was fucking with it. Sabra licked up and down across the opening, rimming with her tongue until Maggie began to quiver. Then she thrust her tongue straight up it, plunging deeply. "Aaaahhh!" Maggie gasped in gratification, vibrating with her arousal. She sucked harder and faster at Sabra's pussy, her tongue poking inside to lick up the oozy flow of juices. Sabra bunched three fingers together and started to ease them into Maggie's asshole. She felt the muscles yield, and she felt Maggie's body tense and jerk as she thrust her fingers home. The anus closed around the inserted fingers, tightly enough to snuggle them but not enough to prevent Sabra from jabbing them in and out while her mouth returned to its erotic attack on Maggie's clit and cunt. She bit the clit as she continued to fingerfuck the ass, and then she speared her tongue straight up Maggie's pussy, sticking it in as deeply as she could. An orgasm was already blossoming in her own pussy, and she moaned as the good feelings spread through her body. Maggie ate into Sabra's climax, her tongue whipping the little explosion to greater intensity. Sabra loved pussy, but she was craziest about men. She had never been entirely sure where Maggie's truest interests ran. The bitch ate pussy like a starving pit bull. But she could take her men on two or three at a time and still lie back panting for more. Sabra hoped that when she hit forty-one, in another twelve years, she still had half the sexual energy Maggie was full of right now. Not much to worry about! She couldn't get over how much Maggie loved it up the ass. Sabra hadn't even tried cornholing till she was almost nineteen, and it had taken her a while to start enjoying it. She'd still far rather get it in the cunt, where a cock really belonged when it wasn't in her mouth. Once she'd watched Maggie get assfucked by six guys in a row, and it hadn't been enough for the sexy middle-aged redhead, even then. Sabra's fingers mocked those six cocks now, though they were a lot bigger than her slim fingers. But she kept them bunched together, imitating the shape of a prick, and she banged them in and out of Maggie's anus. The sparks of her own orgasm made her hand jerk and jab all the harder, the faster, and she could tell from the rippling contractions of Maggie's rectum that her friend was on the verge of coming, too. "Oh, shit!" Maggie gasped, her head jerking upward, her ass slamming down to meet Sabra's thrusting hand. Her pussy gushed juice into Sabra's mouth and she made a string of soft, excited cooing sounds. As her body twitched to a standstill, she sank onto Sabra, trembling spasmodically. "I still want more," she said. "Oh, God, Sabra, I want that hot young stud you fucked this afternoon! When do I get my ass around that big sweet cock of his? Mmmm, bitch, when is it my turn???" "You'll get your chance," Sabra promised. "And you're not the only one who wants more. If you'll slide off me, I think I can fix us both up with a tide-me-over." Maggie sat up, cupping her tits and strumming the hard red nipples. She was almost flat-chested, with just a little swelling of tit on her bosom, but the nipples stuck out more than an inch when they were hard, and they were hard right now. Maggie pinched the nips, straining her neck as she stretched her face down so that she could whip the tip of her tongue across the red points. She watched Sabra stroll across the room, toward the big wardrobe set into the far wall. The tall blonde entered the wardrobe. A few moments later she came out wearing a luxurious fur coat almost the same color as her golden hair. She strutted toward the bed, and as she came alongside she flipped the coat open. "Okay!" Maggie said, lying back. "Now you're talking business, baby!" Sabra had a strap around her waist, with an anchor line running between her legs. Mounted on the strap was a rubber dildo, long and stiff, shaped excitingly like the outline of a real live cock. The knob was modeled vividly and looked so real that Sabra's mouth usually watered at the sight of it. All the veins and bulges were built in, and there were even a few extra-touch warts low down on the top side, placed just where they'd provide some extra clitoral stimulation when the toy was in use. The dildo was about eight inches long, relatively thin in proportion -- not Sabra's favorite dildo, but the one that Maggie most enjoyed playing with. And as a good hostess, Sabra took pleasure in catering to her guests. She came up onto the bed, her coat flopped open. "I want to fuck you,bitch," she told Maggie in a husky, imitation-male voice. "Wanna fuck you so bad I can taste it." She was trying to sound like John Leslie, the porno star, but she didn't have time to use his trademarked dirty-talk line to get Maggie hot and ready. Anyway, the smell of hot wet pussy told her that Maggie was more than primed for what Sabra had in mind. Maggie reached for the dildo, closed her fist around it, began to slide up and down. She looked into Sabra's brown eyes and said, "Mmmm, such a big cock you have, Grandma..." "Grandma your fucking ass," Sabra smiled, pushing Maggie down onto her back. The redhead's legs spread eagerly and Sabra got between them, coming down atop her friend. She draped the fur coat around Maggie as she lay atop her. The women's bodies rubbed together, tit brushing tit, Sabra's dildo lying along Maggie's trembling tummy. They kissed, and as their lips mashed together, Sabra lifted her belly from Maggie's body and Maggie reached down to guide the dildo to her crack. "Oh, yeah!" she gasped as the fuck toy entered her pussy. Sabra put all of her 125 pounds behind the thrust and she banged deeply, fucking hard into Maggie's wet, hot cunt. She felt it hit bottom she gasped herself, as the vibration spread back along the rubber shaft and tremoloed against the lips of her own cunt. Maggie took hold of Sabra's ass, beneath the fur coat, and she worked the cheeks as her friend plowed rubber cock in and out of the aroused, excited pussy hole. "Yes, Jesus, yessss!!!" Maggie wailed, folding her legs around Sabra, "fuck meeeee!!!" "I am fucking you, bitch," Sabra panted, forcing her big tits down onto Maggie's tiny budlike boobs. She rubbed her tits back and forth over Maggie's inch-plus nipple erections, her own nips expanding ecstatically from the frictionlike contact. Her ass humped and pounded, and she drove the dildo in and out of her friend's hot cunt, moaning as the passion of fucking began to take total control of her mind and body. Sometimes Sabra wished she had been born a man. The idea of having a real cock, of being able to drive it eight inches up a woman's quivering pussy excited her tremendously. It was no wonder she herself loved to be fucked so much, so often. But on the other hand, there was almost nothing she enjoyed more than the feeling of a man's cock exploding hot jism down her throat. She could live on cum. If she were a man, she'd have to be a faggot, or at least a bi-sexual, and she knew that given the choice, she'd opt for her own life, her own style, any day of the week. But Jesus, it was such a fucking _thrill_ to be able to ram even this rubber cock up Maggie's juicy hole! She wondered if Paul Darrow's cute little wife had ever been eaten by a woman, ever been dildo-fucked. She was pretty sure that Beth Ann -- that was her name, wasn't it? and it fit her, a nice, wholesome, girl-next-door kind of name -- had never done anything like this in her life, that she'd be shocked even to know that things like this went on in anyone else's life. Mmmmm, taking a hot ride -- or three or four -- on Paul's ripe dick had been a real delight, but Sabra found herself looking forward to getting a finger, a hand, a tongue, inside Beth Ann Darrow's little bikini panties! But right now she was having all she could handle, fucking her best friend. Maggie was getting orgasmic under Sabra, but it never took much to make this bitch come. It was hard to believe she was in her early forties. She looked ten years younger and she fucked like a teenager. Her pussy tightened up, clenching so snugly on the dildo that Sabra could hardly move it in and out. Maggie's eyes were closed, her lips were fluttering excitedly, and she kept kissing at Sabra's face, missing it most of the time and just slurping at the open air. "Leggo, cunt!" Sabra purred, "I haven't finished fucking you yet!" Maggie's eyes opened. Mmmm, yeah, she knew what that meant, all right! There was a glitter of green in her eyes, and she flipped over eagerly, her slim, almost skinny ass sticking up with invitation. Sabra leaned down and kissed Maggie all over the buttocks, spreading the cheeks so she could get into the ticklish area around the crack. Her tongue poked at the hole, and it seemed to gape eagerly, widely. She stuck her tongue straight up her friend's shit passage, and she smiled as she heard Maggie's familiar squealing cry of acceptance. Sabra used her tongue again, rimming the interior of Maggie's anus, and then she straightened up, working her fist up and down the dildo's long rubber shaft like a man priming his cock for a hot insertion. She put the tip of the dildo against Maggie's gaping crack, and she shoved it home, not bothering to be soft or delicate or gentle about it. Why? Maggie didn't expect gentility when she was getting her ass fucked. She wanted it hard and hot and fast and deep, and that's exactly what Sabra Robertson gave her! "Ohhhhhhh!!!!" Maggie gasped as the rubber cock bit hard and deep and straight, burrowing into her guts with the force of a runaway truck on a downhill grade. She stiffened, and then she seemed to melt, and her anal hole swallowed the thrusting dildo completely. "Fuck me," she sang, "oh fuck my hot hot assssss!!!" Sabra bent over, her hands encircling Maggie's body, her hands cupping the small but apple-hard tits, the fur coat draping both their bodies. There was something special and sexy about fucking on, or in, furs. Maggie felt it too. She was stroking both their bodies with the exterior of the coat, making ticklish slides over her skin and Sabra's, and she fucked back at her friend with a growing, irresistible desire. Sabra could feel it as well, burning in her own body. She always got this way when a new game was in the running. She and Maggie had mulled over a dozen candidates before deciding that the Darrows, Paul and Beth Ann, were the ideal choices. Now the ball was rolling, and it would take its own course, but she knew how it would all end up. She'd never guessed wrong yet. And she also knew that Maggie was about to come again. The pulsation of the body over which she crouched told her all she needed to know about that. She slid her hands down to Maggie's cunt, began to play with the lips, the clit. It wasn't necessary. Maggie could come merely from being fucked in the ass, just as Sabra herself could usually reach orgasm tasting the exciting spurt of hot sticky cum across her tongue. On the other hand, Sabra loved to get her fingers up another woman's pussy, and it was her own tactile pleasure she was gratifying now. Maggie could take care of herself, and surely would! "Make me come," Maggie panted, "oh, fuck my hot ass and make me fuckin' come!" Sabra was close to orgasm herself. Every time she rammed the dildo up Maggie's ass, the base of it shoved back, hard, against the crack of her slit, the tip of her erected clitoris. The faster and harder she fucked, the more excited her own cunt became. It was a sweet way to fuck, she decided, surely the next best thing to having a cock of her own. She pounded herself into Maggie, moaning and gasping as her own excitement became more and more incandescent. Her fingers were inside Maggie's pussy, reaming out the wet hole -- tighter than you'd expect for a woman of forty-plus, too. And with the fervor of come-excitement bubbling inside Maggie, her pussy was snapping like a rattlesnake at Sabra's fingers, clenching and rippling and oozing out a river of sticky hot woman's cum. Sabra stretched the narrow passage as widely as it would go, and she counterpointed by banging deep and hard with the dildo into Maggie's anal tract. "Yessss!!!" Maggie shrieked, jerking almost upright when her orgasm exploded. Sabra pressed against her from the back, stabbing the dildo again and again up the crunching chute of Maggie's asshole, her fingers still deep in Maggie's pussy. Maggie tilted her head back and her lips met Sabra's in a wet, spit-spilling kiss of sweet wild passion. "You whore," Maggie whispered, "you fuck just like a man... oh, you're killing me with that dildo... don't fuckin' stop..." But then she slumped forward, and the dildo slid out of her greasy asshole, and Sabra leaned back, panting hard, an inch away from her own climax. She ripped the dildo strap away from her body and lay flat on her back, ramming fingers up her own pussy. On the tv screen, she was taking Paul Darrow's spurting load onto her face, into her mouth. Her tongue was white with his cock-milk, and his jism dripped from her lower lip, down her chin, onto her stiff brown nipples. Sabra looked at her beautiful full-color image on the screen and she jabbed the fingers faster and deeper into herself. "My turn," she heard Maggie say in a husky, aroused voice, and she looked up to see that Maggie had strapped the dildo onto herself. It jutted from her thin body in almost obscene protrusion. She looked like Pee Wee Herman wearing John Holmes' prick. The dildo was still sticky from having fucked Maggie's ass, but Maggie made no move to wipe away the brown smears, and Sabra didn't bother asking her to do it. The idea of being fucked by an ass-wet dildo excited Sabra almost as much as the closeup tv image of herself, dripping with fresh hot cum. "Come here and fuck me," she said, opening her legs. Maggie threw herself onto Sabra, pushing the sticky dildo into Sabra's open, eager pussy. "Oh, you're so hot and wet and juicy," she sighed, working in and out. "Were you this hot and juicy with our darling Paul? I bet you were! I bet you fucked his cock raw. But this one is rubber, baby, and you can't wear it out no matter how much you squirm and wiggle and shake that sweet ripe ass of yours! I'm gonna fuck the cum right out of you, Sabra Robertson, and then you're gonna tell me when I get my turn with Paul Darrow. Right, baby?" "Mmmmm," Sabra purred, "you make me come and I'll do anything you want, bitch!" CHAPTER 4 Beth Ann Darrow really didn't like the work schedules she and Paul had. She worked Mondays through Fridays, nine to five. That was normal. He had Thursdays off but had to work on Saturdays. And he didn't even get overtime pay for it! But he was assistant manager at the garage, and someday maybe he'd be the official manager. And since she was here by herself for this Saturday, she might as well make an effort at getting some of the boxes unpacked. It was hard to believe they had had so much stuff in the old apartment. Where had they put it all when they lived there? The new place in Elmwood seemed to have boxes stacked everywhere, things they had brought with them when they moved in. She looked around the utility room, which was jampacked, and she shook her head. She really needed Paul here to help lift some of the boxes. All the junk seemed to be on top, the important stuff underneath. Beth Ann sighed. She had a day's work ahead of her, and even that would leave her nowhere near finished. She was just getting started when the door bell rang. Who could that be? She wasn't expecting company -- she and Paul still hardly knew anyone in the neighborhood. Probably a Jehovah's Witness or a door-to- door salesman. She wasn't sure which she would least rather see. And she must look a fright, with a bandanna tied around her dark hair, dressed very casually in shorts and tied-up shirt. Maybe she'd scare them away with her appearance and get back to work. "Oh," she said in honest surprise. Standing at her door was a man she had seen around the block and who she knew to be Don Robertson, an accountant who lived down at the end of the street. He was the husband of that sexy blonde Mrs Robertson who went jogging every morning, the one she'd caught Paul staring at a few times. Well, what was not to stare at? Mrs R was what Beth Ann's mother would have called a real dish, long and lean and rich-looking, not to mention sexy-looking, with tits so big and eye-catching you'd have sworn they _must_ be fake until you saw they way they bounced even inside her sports bra. Her husband was a very tall man, towering over the diminutive Beth Ann. He wore sportslacks and an Izod shirt, just like most of the men here in the neighborhood -- it was definitely a place where preppies turned yuppies came to grow old among their own kind. He was also rather good-looking, if you liked the Robert Redford type. Beth Ann figured him for about thirty-two, a good ten years older than she and Paul. "Is there something I can do for you?" she asked, genuinely puzzled as to why he was standing on her doorstep. She knew him only by sight; they'd never exchanged a word of conversation before. Don Robertson nodded, rather gravely, Beth Ann thought. The expression on his face disturbed her. "I think we should talk," the man said. "May I come in, Mrs Darrow?" He tapped the box under his arm. "And by any chance, do you have a VCR?" *** Beth Ann sat before the tv in a state of shock. The images had died off the screen but they were still playing in front of her horrified eyes. It looked like one of the X-rated videos Paul sometimes brought home and which she always got so embarrassed watching, but this was no packaged product from the rental shop. "When? How?" she asked in a daze. "When did my husband and your wife -- when did they -- ?" "Thursday, I believe," Don said, lighting a cigarette. "We have a camcorder in our bedroom. We like to videotape ourselves -- I'm sure you understand--" She did, and she was a little shocked at what she understood. "This was taped over a little movie we had made on Wednesday evening, so..." Beth Ann's mind raced. Thursday. God! That was the day she had come home from work sooooo horny, and she'd seduced Paul in the den, on the rug, but he'd been unable to get his cock hard. She'd sucked on it, and everything, and it had stayed limp as a dishcloth. Well! Now she knew goddamned well why she couldn't turn him on that evening! He'd spent the day _fucking_ that sexy Mrs Robertson and he just had nothing left for her! Oh, God!!! "I'm so embarrassed," she said, mentally replaying the entire videotape. The things Paul and Mrs Robertson had done! Her mouth sucking like a piranha at Paul's cock. Paul rolling her all over the huge bed as he rammed his prick in and out of her pussy, while her toes wiggled excitedly in the air, her hands stroked and clawed at his flesh, her mouth glued to his in hot kisses. She saw, and heard, Mrs Robertson commanding Paul to take his cock out of her pussy and squirt his cum all over her bush and her belly, saw the woman's elegant hand smearing the stuff onto her skin just like Ginger Lynn or Nina Hartley in a porno movie. She shivered as she remembered how Mrs Robertson had sucked Paul hard again, while the camera captured it all, and how she'd taken his load right into her mouth, letting it ooze from her lips after he'd squirted. Her own husband, doing those things with another woman! "You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Beth Ann," said Don Robertson, stubbing out his cigarette. "You're a beautiful woman. I can't imagine why your husband would ever want to cheat on you. Oh, maybe I can. Sabra is a fox. I've never been able to resist her. Most men fantasize about her, just seeing her on the street. Once in a while it carries over into real life. This isn't the first time she's done something like this. I just happened to find the tape, this time." His voice dropped away, a note of sadness creeping in. Beth Ann felt a strange mixture of emotions. She was angry as hell at her husband and at Don's wife, Sabra, for this betrayal. _How_ could Paul have done something like this to her? But she felt soooo sorry for Don Robertson. His eyes looked misty but he was trying so hard to look strong and manly. Surely he knew that in the '80s it was okay for a guy to show his emotions, if he felt them. She was about to cry, both for herself and for him. Compassion bubbled in her veins. Impulsively, she stood up, went to his chair, put her arm around him. Leaning her head against his shoulder, she said, "Well, I guess we'll have to figure out what we're going to do." His arm encircled her. He had strong arms. She bet he played tennis, handball, all those forearm sports. His large hand cupped her shoulder. She felt herself easing more closely against him. His aftershave smelled remarkably good. "I'm so glad you understand," he said, as vulnerable as Phil Donahue. He put his other arm around her too, the fingers resting on the bare skin just above the low-riding waistband of her denim shorts. There was a certain humming vibration to his touch on her flesh. Beth Ann began to feel very strange. The pictures played once more in her mind, and now that they were more familiar, they didn't seem so shocking or horrible. She had to confess that the videotape had aroused her at least a little bit. She'd gasped each time Paul rammed his cock into Mrs Robertson's pussy, feeling its familiar bite echoing as if by sympathetic harmony inside her own cunt. As she rested against Don, she squeezed her thighs together and she noted that the bun of her pussy was damp, and warm, too. She flexed her thighs again, felt an itching sensation down there. God, she was starting to feel the same way she had Thursday, when she came home from work with such a hunger for her husband's cock! Don put his hand on her chin, tipped her head back. "You're a very understanding woman, Beth Ann," he said, in a soft, sensitive voice. "If I had to show this tape to any man's wife, I'm almost glad it was you." He's going to kiss me! she thought, and she closed her eyes just as his mouth touched hers. Her hands came up to push him away, but as they touched his hard firm body she felt her fingers clamping down. She leaned in to him, her lips parting slightly as his mouth covered her own. His tongue was in her mouth before she was completely aware of it, but a live-wire sensation rippled inside her oral chamber as he came inside, and she made a whining sound into his mouth. He had both hands on her waist now, and they were sliding downward. She gasped as he took hold of her ass and squeezed the rounded cheeks. She felt as if he were holding her bare flesh, as if there was no layer of denim between his fingers and her butt. In another moment, his fingertips were inside her shorts, sliding down into her panties. "No," she said, "you shouldn't do that," but he was still kissing her, and the words came out muffled, indistinct. He came up from the chair, bore her down before him, onto the floor. She stretched out, her knees lifting, her mouth still dominated by his. It's only fair, she thought. My husband fucked his wife. Surely we're entitled to a little revenge??? But she still didn't intend to go all the way with Don, not even as he began to unbutton and untie her shirt. She was braless underneath -- her cupcake tits were so firm and high that she didn't need any lingerie support -- and she gasped at the feel of his hands on her tits. He caressed her pink nipples until they throbbed with stiffened desire, and as he continued to kiss and feel her, he let his crotch graze against one of her bare thighs, and she could feel that her nipples weren't the only things that were stiff. The bulk of a huge hard cock stretched out the front of his pants, and he brushed it against her once more, making sure she could feel that he was aroused and stiff. She shook her head, trying to tell him with body language that this could not go any further, but he paid no attention. He cupped her tits, jiggled them, tickled the nipples to even harder points. His fingers closed on the pink tabs and he squeezed gently, and Beth Ann sighed. "Oh, God, that feels good," she purred into his mouth. He kissed down to her tits, then began to suck and nibble at them. She moaned in delight, wrapping both hands around his head, pulling him to her nipples. His hands were free now to range downward. She writhed as he unsnapped the top of her cutoffs, eased them down over her hips, down her thighs, to the knees. He pulled the panties low at the same time, and his hand came back up to cup and fondle the dark-furred mound of her pussy. She felt the lips opening to his touch, and she knew that he found her wet and soft and slippery inside. His fingers slid around on her juicy flesh, smearing the fluids onto the erecting button of her clitoris. He made the clit wet before he began to caress it, and when he did, she gave a choked whimper of acceptance. As his fingers slid downward to stimulate the opening of her pussy, Beth Ann knew that she was going to fuck this man. His finger went inside, thrusting delicately into her youthful tightness, and she said, "Oh, I shouldn't do this, but I don't think I can stop now..." It was just fair play, she told herself as she sat up and he knelt before her, ready to be undressed. She slid the shirt up over his head. God, his chest was hairy! Paul's was almost smooth. She'd never touched a man whose chest was so ticklishly furry. She put her hands, palms down, on him and just absorbed the feel of his body hair. His nipples were as hard as her own, but she was sure they didn't feel as good as hers did right now. Leaning in, she licked them with the tip of her pink tongue, and she heard him sigh. Maybe they did respond just as excitedly as her own nipples, she thought, tasting the salty flavor of his skin. She moved her face through his body hair, giggling as it got ticklish on her flesh. He took her hands and put them on his crotch, moving the fingers along the outlined shape of his erect cock. Jesus, he had a big one! It felt as big as some of the pricks in the X-rated movies Paul occasionally watched. She looked up at him. "Is it real?" she asked, clutching the giant shape. He didn't answer verbally. He put her hand on his zipper and helped her tug it downward, then he guided her hand into the undone fly. She reached inside and found the reality of his big cock and her pale blue eyes rolled over in their sockets. "Oh, Jesus!" she said, pulling him out into the light. His cock was almost a foot long, she was sure, and as thick as her forearm. She stroked it up and down, skinning back the head, amazed at the deep purple cast of his knob. Wetness was oozing through his slitted opening. She wasn't the only one whose crotch was getting moist, was she? Holding Don Robertson's prick in her fist, she was unable to come up with a single argument why she should not go ahead and fuck this man. She had to confess that she was even more aroused right now than she'd been the other day when she came home from work with hot pants and forced herself on a fucked-out Paul. Damn him! She hoped he'd had a good time with Don's wife! It might be the last good time he was gonna have in a long long while! Don was guiding her head downward. "Oh, I can't," she sighed, as his cock came closer and closer to her face, but then she was staring at it eye to eye. A bubble of pre-cum, looking like the tear he had refused to let drip from his eyes, was oozing out of his slit, and it made Beth Ann feel soooo deeply the sadness that Don must be experiencing right now. This was the least she could do, for him, for herself. She held his cock firmly in her hand and she began to lick demurely at its shaft, moving slowly up to the tip. She skinned back the foreskin, baring the enormous knob completely, and she gulped, but she made her tongue walk across it, tiptoeing delicately. The more she licked, the wetter his knob became, both with her saliva and the leakage of his pre-cum. Her hand trembled on his shaft. Stretching her lips as widely as they would go, she eased him into her mouth and began to work her head back and forth. Inside her mouth, he was even bigger. Beth Ann strained to take him, unable to swallow more than just the big glans of Don's cock. But her saliva was flowing thickly and it frothed in bubbles on the surface of his prick flesh. He moved in and out easily, but she couldn't get much of him inside. Closing down her lips, she began to suck at his cock. The meaty taste of him was almost overpowering. She remembered how eagerly she'd approached Paul's cock the other evening, wanting to surprise and delight him with the intensity of her desire by giving him some unrequested head. No wonder he hadn't appreciated the gesture! She could still see the videotape image of his cum gushing into Sabra Robertson's hungry, horny cunt of a mouth, could see the thick white cream oozing from the lascivious blonde's full, red lips and running down her dimpled chin. Bitch! Bastard! Almost without knowing it she'd begun to take Don's huge cock deeper into her mouth. She nearly gagged, feeling him thrust across her lapping tongue, but she stifled the urge and she concentrated on sucking. She'd seen Don's wife at work; she knew that Sabra sucked cock like a professional. She couldn't do nearly as skillful a blowjob, but she could at least be sincere. If only she could breathe, too! Her mouth was stuffed full of the fat rod, and she couldn't get air into her lungs. Coughing, Beth Ann pulled her head back, wiping her wet mouth as it slid off the stiffened, engorged prick. Her hand kept stroking up and down the shaft, the foreskin sliding back and forth to reveal the glistening gleam of his purple, lust-bloated knob. She moved her face down, kissed his prickhead warmly, lips parting to allow it access to her tongue. Drool ran from between her teeth, onto his cock. He pulled her up, and he kissed her. It was an exciting kiss, but so was the fact of being with him, naked, her on the living room floor in her new house. He crushed her body to his, and her tits itched as they stroked the hair-matted surface of his chest. "Yes," he said, "I think this is what we should be doing, don't you, Beth Ann? You don't mind if I call you Beth Ann, do you?" Why should she mind? She'd already sucked his cock. They might as well be on a first-name basis. Her hand tightened on his prick and she said, "If you want to fuck me..." "I do," he said, "I do want to fuck you, very much, Beth Ann. I can't believe how much I want to fuck you." They finished undressing. His body was gorgeous, if you went for real hunks. Very muscular, very hard -- and hardest of all was his fat, throbbing cock! Nude, Beth Ann stretched out on the floor. Her legs were widespread, her knees lifted up, and she was waiting for him to crawl aboard. But first he had some business between her legs. She moaned aloud at the quality of his pussy-eating. He'd obviously had a _lot_ of practise! His tongue aroused her clit even more than she had ever dreamed possible, and she whimpered through two mini-orgasms before he was finished. "Oh, fuck me," she whispered, stroking his dark gold hair, "please, please fuck me!" He mounted her small, slim body, topping her carefully, and she reached down, panting, as she took hold of his cock and pulled it to her orgasm-itchy cuntal lips. She teased her twat's mouth with the end of his cock, gasping as she rubbed herself all over with his throbbing tip. His pre-cum oozed onto her erected clit, making it pulsate even more excitedly with the fires of lust. "Now," she said, placing his knob against the crack of her slit. "Now!!!" and she swallowed him into her cuntal sheath. She'd never fucked a cock as big as Don's before. It was appreciably larger even than Paul's tool, and she'd always thought of Paul's prick as giant-sized. The big hard shaft spread her slippery cuntal lips as it sank into Beth Ann. The walls of her cunt stretched almost to the creaking point. His groin pounded down onto hers, and his cock rammed deep into her pussy. If she hadn't been hot and oh so fucking ready for it, he'd have ripped her pussy apart. But she was hot, and wet, and despite her tightness, Beth Ann's cunt ate Don Robertson's dick with greedy contractions and ripples. He plumbed the bottom of her hole, and his body was atop hers, pressing down hard, and she said, "Oh, Jesus!!!" He rabbitfucked in and out of her pussy, not minding its tight resistance, punching Beth Ann's cunt until the sheath was loose enough to take his cock with no problem. She had her knees up, lifting her pussy higher and higher to meet the thrust of his cock, and she gasped each time he rammed, willing her cunt to open a little further and swallow the whole length of his rod. As it was, he was a couple inches short of getting his entire cock into Beth Ann's pussy, though he strained hotly against her as he struggled to sink his shaft totally. But she could feel her cunt elasticizing, the more, the harder, he fucked her, and she moaned, knowing that soon all of her neighbor's stiff fat prick would be jammed into the tight but oh so hungry tunnel of her cunt. "Damn you, fuck me!" she panted. "Let's teach your wife and my goddamn husband a real lesson!" Exactly _how_ this would teach Paul and Sabra anything, Beth Ann didn't know. They didn't even know that their nasty secrets had been discovered, let alone that Sabra's husband was even now fucking the shit out of Paul's wife. But the taste of revenge and cock was so sweet that Beth Ann didn't worry at all about the logic. All she wanted was the cock, and Jesus, he was giving her that, all right! He had already made her come with his tongue and fingers on her pussy. His prick vibrated her clitoris into still another orgasm, hardly fifteen or twenty strokes past the beginning of the fuck. She gasped and wrapped her arms and legs around him as they humped like warthogs on her living room floor, and she sucked his prick up her churning pussy, milking it with the hot excited rippling of her snatch. "Yes yes yes!!" she moaned. He didn't stop fucking. His cock pronged her cunt with furious, lust-maddened insistence that sent fresh spasms of ecstasy through Beth Ann's twat. She folded her legs around his, took a death-grip on his shoulders. Her body moved eagerly beneath Don's, and her pussy went insane with the continued thrust of his rigid, huge cock. His giant knob banged at the mouth of her womb and she willed it to open and suck him even deeper. She had another climax, and she ached for the soothing feel of his cum squirting up her cuntal tubes. And even as the orgasm peaked, she could sense that another lurked just behind it, ready to send her body into further rapture with just a little more help from her neighbor's wonderful prick. He kept on fucking. His selfcontrol was almost magical. Her pussy was like a mouth sucking the fuck out of his cock, and still he managed to prong her repeatedly, barreling into the muscle knots of her exploding cunt. "Please," Beth Ann moaned, "please come ... I can't stand much more of this ... I'm dying to feel your cock squirting inside me ... I'm dying ... dying--" Her eyes were 'way out of focus, but she saw the sudden contortion of his face, and she knew what it meant. "Yes, now," she gasped, swiveling beneath him, milking his cock excitedly with her orgasmic pussy. "Do it right fucking nowwww!!!" "Ooooohh, shit, yessss!!!" Don hissed, and she felt his cum gushing within her cunt. He thrust, stabbed, each plunge of his cock coaxing another hot and thick squirt of sperm out of his bloated balls. Beth Ann wailed as her pussy filled and overflowed, and his cock just kept on pouring the hot blistery seed into her excited hole. This is adultery, she thought. I'm married, and I just fucked another man. His sperm is hot and sticky inside my vagina. And oh, sweet Jesus, if his cock stays hard, I think I'll fucking do it again!!!! CHAPTER 5 "I still don't understand why you wanted me to check out your car, instead of one of the mechanics," Paul Darrow said as he sat in the driver's seat of the idling Porsche. "Let alone why you didn't take this to the Porsche garage rather than us. I mean, we can handle it, if there's a problem, but the Porsche warranty..." "Oh," Maggie Sherman sighed, lighting a cigarette and blowing a smoke ring toward Paul, "I've heard such remarkable things about you -- that you have a velvet touch when it comes to making motors purr." Paul smiled shyly. He really wasn't a mechanic, but he did have some aptitude for engines, sure. So far he hadn't seen anything wrong with this car, though. Mrs Sherman said that it ran okay, but that after it had been running for a while and sat idling, it made strange clickety-click sounds. They'd been parked here, idling, for almost five minutes and he hadn't heard anything except the well-tuned hum of a topnotch Porsche engine. "I just can't hear the sound you mentioned," he said. Maggie put her hand on the inside of his thigh. "Let's just give it some time," she said. "Maybe while we're waiting, I could play with your prick???" And with that she grabbed a handful of his crotch. She tossed her cigarette out the window and crawled over onto Paul, shoving him back against the left-side door. Her fist squeezed the lump of his cock and her mouth covered his in a cigarette-tasting kiss. He felt her tongue go into his mouth even as her fingers were searching for his zipper. "Chrissake, Mrs Sherman!" he panted, trying to fight his way from under her, but he had nowhere to go. The woman was fuckin' all over him, as limber as a snake -- and as horny as one, too, from the way she was handling his cock! Her lips pecked at his skin. "Don't be coy, Paul," she whispered. "Sabra Robertson is my very best friend. We like to watch videos together, you know -- _exciting_ videos? And the most exciting thing I've seen on video lately is this hot hard juicy cock of yours squirting hot milky cum all over my best friend's wiggly tongue. Did you love it when she drank your sperm? That bitch could live on cum! But I bet you suspected that already..." "Mrs Sherman!" he said, truly terrified. They'd driven a couple of miles from the garage, and then he'd pulled off, at her direction, into the city park. They were halted now, on the side of a through-lane deep inside the park, but Jesus, it was a Saturday afternoon and anyone might come along and see what was happening in this green Porsche! All he needed was to be caught, maybe by a cop, making out in public with an obviously hot-cunted woman! A married woman, at that. And the wife of one of the city commissioners, no less! Damn, before the night was out he'd be getting cornholed in a cell at the downtown jail. He knew Mrs Sherman and her husband Milt by sight, though they'd never been introduced. They lived a couple of blocks over, toward Main. Mrs Sherman wasn't really the type he went for. She was old enough to be his mother, for Chrissakes, and on the skinny side to tell the truth, with no tits at all. But she was a well-preserved redhead, with a striking, freckled face and a lithe, lissome way of moving, and as she crawled all over him in the front seat of her car, he realized that she had one hell of an athletic, well-toned body. She had no bra under her thin sweater, and nipples stuck out almost unbelievably from her adolescent-looking tit mounds. She rubbed the nipples against Paul, tickling him with the sweater-covered tips, and he stirred uncomfortably. Her hand gripped more tightly at his cock, and he knew he was gonna get stiff if she kept that shit up! Jesus, she'd mentioned watching a tape with Sabra -- it had to be the tape they'd made the other day in Mrs Robertson's bedroom! How the hell could Sabra show that to anyone else, even her best friend -- unless -- the implications became obvious, not to mention _scary_. But as his cock got harder, he felt less fear. He put his hands on her waist. "You watched me fucking Sabra, huh?" he said, looking into her green eyes. "And you want some of it for yourself. Is that it, Mrs Sherman?" "Call me Maggie," she said. "You should always be on a first-name basis with people you're fucking." She stared back at him, just as frankly, and she pulled down the tab of his zipper, reaching inside. Her hand entered his shorts, found his cock. She pulled on it and she smiled as she felt him begin to harden inside her fist. "Mmmm, yes, I think you're definitely gonna be fucking me," she said. "But we can't do it in the car. Cumstains are almost impossible to get off the upholstering. Let's go into the woods." It was the second time he'd cheated on Beth Ann in two days, Paul thought, following her out of the car. She didn't even bother locking the door, just started up the bank, into the trees. Paul had to run to keep up with her. "Here," she said, stopping at a spot where the sunlight broke through the green leaves overhead. Still staring frankly at Paul, she undid the button of her skirt and let it slide down her legs. Underneath she wore sheer hose held up with garters. Her panties were black, almost transparent. Paul could see the puff of red pussy hair through them. She pulled her sweater up over her head, then shook her hair back into place. She was slim, almost titless, but the red nipples of her tiny tit swells were long and vibrantly stiff. Paul's mouth watered at the sight of them. He came toward her, removing his shirt. "Mmmm, I like a smooth, hard chest," she said, putting her hand on his collarbone and letting it slide downward to his belt. "But down here I like it hard and hairy. C'mon, get it out, let me see that cock of yours in the flesh!" He felt weird being here with her. She was at least forty, to his twenty-two. Christ, his own mother was only thirty-nine! He'd never been with a woman of Maggie Sherman's age before, but looking at her now, he knew that she was going to be one hell of a fuck. It seemed to shout from the lines of her body, from the way she licked her lips as she watched him take down his pants, from the gleam of excitement in her eyes as his shorts came down and his cock, hard and long, came swinging out, its tip already purple with fuck-lust. She backed up against the nearest tree and he eased against her. She was tall, not as tall as Sabra, but at least five-eight. Her legs opened as he leaned into her, and she forked him between her thighs, pulling him even closer. She put his hands on her tits and she lifted her face to be kissed. "Be gentle," she said, "it's my first time..." and then she started to giggle like a schoolgirl. He stuck his tongue into her mouth and quieted her laughter, but he found her tongue in there and it began to duel lasciviously with his. He tasted her saliva, running back into his own mouth, and it excited him almost as much as the touch of her hand on his cock. "Lick my pussy," she demanded, pushing him downward. He knelt between her open legs and started to take down her panties. "No, leave them on for now," she said. "Eat my cunt through the panties. They're pure Chinese silk. Pretend you're dining Cantonese." He smoothed the silk down against her cunt, tracing the outline of her slit amid the curls of red hair that fuzzed her twat. She was sopping wet, and her labes protruded excitingly. He could nibble them without even opening her cunt outward. He worked his face into her crotch, slurping her thighs between laps and nibbles at her cuntal flaps. She humped his face, purring, "Yes, yes, yes, ooohh, you're as good as I thought you'd be, you luscious young stud! C'mon, finger me -- lick me -- suck me -- make my pussy squirt like a grapefruit! I want to come all over that tongue of yours!" He licked up into her hole, spreading the cunt as well as he could under the circumstances. She was so slippery, already, that he could hardly hang onto her flaps, and the silk panties were almost sopping wet from the juices that were already oozing from her hot hole. Her red fuzz was matted and damp with the spillover, too, but he could hear it rustling as his tongue lapped back and forth over the crotchpiece of the black panties. There was something soooo fuckin' sexy about a cunt covered by black panties! He slid his hands up and down her thighs as he sucked her cunt. He loved the garters and stockings, too. Beth Ann never wore anything but panty hose, which he didn't find all that sexy -- except for the time he'd been feeling a little wild and he'd taken scissors and cut a cock-sized hole in the crotch of her panty hose and fucked her through that opening. She'd giggled and blushed all the way through the fuck, but she'd come all over his cock, too. Beth Ann. God! He closed his eyes, inhaling the musky flavor of Mrs Sherman's -- _Maggie's_ -- cunt and tried to pretend it was his sweet gentle wife that he was eating out. Maybe that would make the sin a little easier to bear. But no way, Jose! He'd _never_ smelled Beth Ann's cunt in such a hot state of arousal as Maggie Sherman's pussy was right now, creaming all over his tongue. He stuck his finger against her crack and worked it into her, pushing the panties along with it. She gasped, feeling his tongue active on her labes, on her clit. Paul thrust with his finger, and the silk panties ripped. He plunged, bare-fingered, deep into Maggie's pussy. Inside, she was red-hot, dripping wet, almost as tight as his own wife's warm young cunt. He held his finger deep inside, marveling at the exciting way her walls milked at his digit. "Jesus," he said in awe. "You tore my expensive imported panties, you nasty young man," Maggie husked. "The only way to make amends for that is to fuck me. I hope you're strong and hard, because I'm going to fuck you like a bitch in heat. Mmmm, fuck me with your finger again. Oh, shove it, for Chrissake! My pussy won't break!" He rammed her, and she gasped, lifting up then slamming down to engulf him in her juicy hole. She dropped to her knees beside him, reaching for his cock. Paul leaned back and watched Mrs Sherman's red head drop into his lap. "Oh, shit, yes!" he said as she started to lick up and down his cock. She wasn't in Sabra Robertson's class as a cocksucker -- no one was, except maybe Amber Lynn, the porno star -- but she was hot and hungry, and her teeth gnashed along the shaft of his rigid cock. Arousal bubbled inside him. His balls were loaded with jism -- they seemed to weigh ten pounds each! He pulled her up, and he kissed her saliva-drenched lips. Her eyes sparkled. So did her red nipples. He had to taste them. Paul bent down and sucked each of the inch-plus erections, feeling the throb of her own desires humming through the long red points. He caressed the minimal tits the older woman actually hand, and he felt the flesh heating beneath his fingers. Her heart pounded madly inside her slim body, and her body temperature must be close to a hundred and five right now. But shit, so was his own! Her hand felt like an oven around his cock, and his cock was hot enough to light a barbecue fire. He put his hand in her crotch, fingers easing into the rent he had made in her silk panties. He looked her in the face, saw the go-ahead, and he just ripped the panties off her, shredding the expensive silk as if it were paper. Maggie lay back, her knees up, her pussy showing, and he rammed his fingers into her, three of them this time. Her snug hole opened, and he fucked his fingers in and out of her. "Oh, yes," she said, "now you have to fuck me, boy! Now you really have to fuck me!" "Damn straight," he said, sliding atop her, bringing his cock to the portals of her pussy. Maggie giggled, like a schoolgirl. "Oh, damn you, not in the cunt," she said. "_Everybody_ fucks in the cunt!" Paul said "Huh?" as the older redheaded woman wriggled from beneath him. She went onto her knees, her skinny ass sticking up, wiggling. She patted herself on the buttock and said, "Right here, Paul. I want you to take that big fat hard-on and shove it up my asshole!" Paul did a double-take. He'd only done it once, in high school, with a girl who decided midway through the insertion that she really didn't feel like taking it up the ass after all. He'd never had another opportunity since then. He'd never have dreamed of trying to fuck his delicate little wife's asshole. Beth Ann would have been outraged at the very suggestion. Maggie cupped her buttocks and spread them. She looked back over her shoulder at Paul. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Are you afraid of getting shit on your cock? Come on, baby, I gave myself an enema before I left home. My asshole is clean enough to eat from. Just stick that cock in me and let's go to town." He came in closer, staring at the pink opening. It did look clean as could be. He reached down, touched it. His finger toyed with the aperture. She moaned as he slipped the tip inside her. He remembered his high school experience, how tight and tiny the girl's anus had been. Christ, he could stick his finger into Maggie almost without trying. Something told him that his was not gonna be the first cock to plow her back forty. He spat on his hands and rubbed it onto his cock, wetting himself for the plunge. "Hurry," she said, "I'm sooooo fucking horny, and I can't come unless you're in my asshole, baby, gotta have you packing my hot fudge pie..." Here goes nothing, Paul thought, putting the point of his lust- fattened dick against the small opening of her ass. He pushed, and almost gasped as he felt the ease with which his knob slid into Maggie Sherman's opening. She moaned from low in her guts as he moved inside -- it was as if he was shoving the moan upward as his cock entered her back door -- but she got tighter, the deeper he went, and he had to struggle to ram the lower half of his cock up her hole. "Yes, Jesus, yes!" she wailed, writhing hotly. He had to grab her by the flanks to hold her in place. "Ooooohhh, it's even bigger than it looks! God, I love to feel a big one ripping into my shitchute! C'mon, work it in and out, get my asshole primed, baby, I wanna get fucked by you soooo bad I can taste the shit on your dick!" She had a filthy mouth, even worse than Sabra's. It drove him _crazy_ with lust. He wanted to hear her squeal as he fired his jism up her asshole. From the throbbing in his balls, it wouldn't take long for that to happen either, by God! His nuts ached as he worked his rod in and out, hitting the bottom of her anal passage with more and more insistence in his thrusts, and she was as slippery as an eel, as wild as a coyote, sucking his prick into herself. He leaned over her back and kept on plowing. She guided his hand to her pussy, inserted his fingers back up her twat. "Do me from both ends," she suggested. "At the same time!" It was wild and weird. He could push his fingers deeply into her snatch, and as he did, he could feel his cock banging in and out of her butt. It had never occurred to him before that there was such a narrow wall of tissue between the shitter and the pussy. His cock felt so close that his fingers could almost take its own excited raging pulse as he butt- fucked Mrs Sherman. "Owwww," Maggie wailed, "you're soooo fuckin' big, but they don't make cocks too big for me. Mmmm, bang my butt, Paul! I knew you could get a motor running just the right way! Can you feel my engine purring now?" He could. But Jesus, where was this all gonna lead? He'd fucked Sabra Robertson one goddamn time -- well, several goddamn times, but all within the space of one crazy afternoon fuck session -- and now here he was, blackmailed into ramming the asshole of her best friend. Blackmailed? Mrs Sherman hadn't threatened him, hadn't promised to tell Beth Ann what had happened unless she got herself a piece of hard cock. But she'd put him on the spot. It was the same thing, he assured himself. He wasn't doing this because he wanted to, but because he had to. Right. He didn't have to feel so guilty as he divebombed the redheaded forty-year-old asshole in which his cock was buried. He was acting under compulsion. Even Beth Ann would understand that. Assuming she ever found out, and if he had his way, she would fucking _never_ know what Paul had gotten himself into! Never!!! Paul Darrow knew when to keep his mouth shut! Just as Maggie Sherman knew how to keep her ass open! Jesus, the hot, almost fiery sensation of ramming his cock up her back hole! He gripped the sweaty cheeks of her ass and he thrust again and again, each fierce plunging stab shoving another wailing moan out of Maggie's lips. Far away Paul could hear the sounds of children at play, a baseball game. He swung his bat and took a base hit deep in Maggie's asshole, fucking for all he was worth up the older woman's bung. A nasty thought came to mind as he reamed her. He yanked his cock out of her butt and shoved it into her pussy, without missing a stroke. He got his fingers out of the way just in time as his cock slammed in. Maggie jerked upward, and his prick slid deeply up her cuntal sheath. He hit the bottom of her pussy and he prodded hard, burrowing at the mouth of her uterus. "Oh, fuck you," she gasped, "put it where it goddamn belongs! Put it back in my ass!" "For you, anything," he grinned, and he rammed her savagely, his dick banging into the still-dilated shithole. She grunted in pleasure as she felt him once more within her favorite orifice, and she worked her butt back to meet his ramming cock. Paul re-inserted his fingers in her pussy and he corkscrewed them around and around, dilating the snug hole. She was almost as tight as Beth Ann, he noted wonderingly, at least in the pussy department, while her asshole was as easy to fuck as Sabra Robertson's oh-so-willing cunt. Women! he thought. Who could ever hope to figure them out? It was a lot of fun trying, but a lost cause. He kept on fucking. But he could feel her body heating under his, her muscles flexing, the walls of her ass contracting and expanding rhythmically around his rampant thrusting cock. He banged harder, as hard as he could, and he made his fingers wicked and savage on her cunt and her clit. She was so fucking slippery he could hardly hang onto her pussy. The wash of juices from deep inside almost flooded his fingers out of the raging hole. He was so sloppy from puddling in her pussy that he couldn't even get a pincer grip on her clit. His fingers wiggled and slipped, and the friction of their efforts made her go fucking wild beneath him. "I'm gonna make you come," he told her, "I'm gonna make you piss out that sweet juice, Maggie!" "Fuck, don't talk," she grunted, humping hard. He fucked. She exploded first, the hot contractions of her asshole making mincemeat of his thrusting prick. Paul gasped and rammed, burying his bone in her tailpipe. He squeezed on her clit and she screamed. He closed his eyes, certain that the park patrol would be here any second to find out if a mad slasher was loose in town, but no one came bursting out of the bushes, and Maggie's scream died down to a whining wail that cut him like a knife, all the same. He gave her three or four more hard thrusts, and she was safely there. Now it was his turn, goddamn it! The urge to come hit him in the guts and he almost doubled up. His prick jerked back to give her one more thrust, and the wetness around the mouth of her asshole was so slippery he banged entirely out of her. His first squirt splattered Maggie's ass crack. Fuck it! he thought, and he jammed his tool up her pussy, emptying the rest of his jism where, he firmly believed, the stuff belonged. She groaned and whined as she felt him unloading in her pussy. The rippling muscles sucked at him, but he couldn't seem to stop squirting. Paul gasped, and he fought his cock out of her pussy. Jesus, he had to know how it felt to squirt up an asshole! Her opening was still stretched from the insertion of his big fat cock, and he rammed back into her, spilling the last three or four squirts up Maggie's shitter. He collapsed atop her, bearing her flat onto the ground, and he writhed in joy, his cock jiggling inside her asshole. He was empty now, but his prick was still hard, still full of the urge to blast out its steamy load of cream. "Oh, Jesus," he said, "what a fuck!" Maggie looked back over her shoulder. She took him by the chin and pulled his face toward hers for a hot, blistering kiss. He was a married man. He shouldn't be kissed that way by women he wasn't married to. But then he really shouldn't be lying her with his cock just starting to go soft in the jism-filled asshole of a woman he wasn't married to, either. "It's just starting for you," she said. "You've passed most of the initiation with flying colors. Keep on getting those straight A's, and the world could fucking well belong to you, my boy!" What the fuck did she mean by that? he wondered. CHAPTER 6 Beth Ann Darrow took a very deep breath and pushed the doorbell. She still wasn't sure why she'd come to the Robertson house. Her body still tingled with the orgasms she'd had fucking Don Robertson in her own home, an hour and a half ago. The things she'd done! Her face reddened under her tan as she thought of how she'd responded! She'd done things with Mr Robertson that she had never done with her own husband. She'd squeezed her tits together around his cock and let him fuck through them, straight into her open mouth. She'd licked the tip of his cock as it rammed toward her face, swallowed it on alternate thrusts. The meaty male taste of his cock, still coated with the overlay of juices he'd picked up while fucking her orgasmic pussy, had driven her mad. She'd seized his prick, stuffed it into her mouth, and gobbled him until -- until -- oh, God, she was so ashamed of herself! -- until he'd fired a thick hot stew of jism straight down her throat! No one had ever done that to her before, not even her own husband. And she'd swallowed him dry, her hungry lips glued to Don's cock as it gushed and gushed and gushed. She could still taste his cum in her mouth, she still ached from the orgasms he'd fucked out of her. But she couldn't conceal the truth. Don's wife had fucked Beth Ann's husband, and Beth Ann had to stand up for herself. She had to confront Sabra Robertson and tell the tall, elegant, rich bitch exactly what she thought of her! She pressed the bell again. An electronic voice purred from a speaker above the door. Beth Ann looked up, blinking, startled at the sound. "Yes?" the dulcet tones inquired. That voice could belong to no one but the elegant blonde Sabra. "It's Beth Ann Darrow," she said, "and I have to talk to you, Mrs Robertson." There was a little crackle on the intercom. "Come around the side of the house, through the door in the fence, darling. I'm out back, by the pool. You'll find me easily." Beth Ann took a very deep breath and she started around the edge of the house. She pushed the gate open and entered the patio. The gate, closing, made a noise, and a head peered around the edge of a big recliner. It was Sabra Robertson, blonde, sunglassed, and she smiled. "Hello, darling," she told Beth Ann. "I'm over here." Beth Ann went toward the chair, but as she took a step to her right, she could not keep from gasping aloud. Mrs Robertson was stretched out totally naked in the afternoon sun, her body even more glorious and shapely nude than it was clothed. Her legs were thrown open, and between them lay a man, who was busily eating Sabra's pussy. Beth Ann flushed, and she looked away, shocked that she was going to have to berate Sabra in front of Don. And then she looked back. The man scarfing Sabra's snatch was not Don Robertson. "Hello," he said, looking up from Sabra's pussy. He picked a hair off his tongue and he smiled at Beth Ann. "You must be Mrs Darrow," he added. "I'm Milt Sherman." And he extended his hand. Beth Ann tried to overlook the fact that he was also naked, and that his hard cock was sticking out, a long slim lance of prickmeat. She took a step back. Milt Sherman -- she knew the name. God, he was one of the city commissioners! And Sabra was fucking him as well as Paul? Oh, Jesus, poor Don! Did he know about this, too? It would kill him to find out! "I-- I--" Beth Ann stammered, wondering why she should be so embarrassed. At least she had her clothes on! She wasn't being adulterously eaten by one of Elmwood's dignitaries! Milt Sherman shrugged, moved his face back into Sabra's cunt. He opened her pussy and worked his tongue up and down the exposed pink cleft as she began to sigh and purr in response. "What can I do for you?" she asked, looking at Beth Ann and lifting her sunglasses. Her brown eyes sparkled provocatively, almost lewdly. Beth Ann shivered, realizing how it was that her husband might have forgotten himself and fallen under this woman's spell. She was absolutely gorgeous, and soooo charged with sexuality! _If I were a man, I could go for her_, Beth Ann thought. And the idea gave her such a weird, crazy feeling, deep inside! "You're being so selfish, Milt," Sabra smiled. "Why don't you offer our new friend Beth Ann some of that hard cock of yours? I'll bet she'd like to suck on it. Wouldn't you, darling?" Beth Ann gasped, loudly. "No!" she said, a high- pitched fluty whisper. "No no no!!!" She knew she must go now, forget this crazy idea of bearding Sabra on her own turf, but she couldn't make her feet go into reverse. She just kept staring at Milt, who had interrupted his eating of Sabra's pussy once again, and at Sabra, who lay like a tanned goddess on the recliner. "Why not?" Sabra asked. "My husband Don said you blew him like a dream, over at your house a little while ago. He loved your sucking so much he says he's not even going to wipe your lipstick off his cock, just so he can remember how delicious your mouth felt around him." Beth Ann almost died on the spot. She turned, scarlet with shame. She knew she shouldn't have come over here, that it was a foolish idea, and now she had the proof. Don had told Sabra everything! Damn him! She knew now in her very bones that Sabra had been aware of his visit -- the bitch had probably planned the whole thing! Beth Ann began to whimper like a beaten puppy. Her life was turning into shit even while it ticked away from her. Hands touched her shoulders, and she looked up at the tall, naked Sabra. "It's all right," Sabra said gently. "It's all part of the game plan." And with that, she leaned down and kissed Beth Ann on the lips. Beth Ann started, panicked, trying to break free, but either Sabra was unbelievably strong, or Beth Ann was unbelievably weak. The hands gripped on her shoulders and she couldn't move. The warm wet mouth pressed down upon hers, and she felt her lips opening to the licking caress of a slippery, provocative tongue. "Oh," she said, as the tongue entered her mouth, and as it did, she knew it was all over for her. Milt was behind her, his hands on her waist. She leaned back against him as Sabra continued to kiss her. Someone's hands cupped her tits, squeezing insistently, as if they meant to compress the life out of her. She couldn't breathe, but the musky, fragrant scent of Sabra's mouth filled her own, seemed to envigorate her, almost like sucking on oxygen. She felt her clothes being removed. She couldn't stop the process. Her shirt slid off, so did her jeans. The hands stroked soft cupcake tits whose nipples were hard against the lace of her camisole. Another hand stroked through her crotch, rubbing static electricity into her cunt. She squirmed, aware that her cunt was beginning to leak juice, that the crotchpiece of her panties was growing moist, her pussy itching with a new and almost thrilling sensation of lustful arousal. This isn't me, she said to herself, this isn't really happening to Beth Ann Darrow! A finger pushed the crotch of her panties aside and came in to tickle at the puffy, bunlike mound of her cunt, and she knew that it was Sabra's long delicate finger and that yes, it was happening to her, to Beth Ann Darrow! "So sweet," Sabra purred into Beth Ann's open mouth. "So fucking sweet. I knew you would be. Mmmm, I think I wanted to get my hands on you almost as much as I did that stud-hunk husband of yours..." "No," Beth Ann whispered, "please don't," but Milt was easing down the straps of her camisole, loosening the laces, and her small round hard titties came thrusting out of the gapped garment. His hands covered them. They felt moist, warm. Steam seemed to arise from the surface of her tits. She looked around. Thank God for the redwood fence that encircled the Robertson's backyard! She'd die if anyone should see her like this. It was at that moment that Sabra's finger inserted itself into Beth Ann's pussy. Her eyes enlarged, and she said, "Oh, God!" "Indeed," whispered Sabra, "it's so tight, so hot, so juicy -- Oh, God, what a pussy you have down there, Beth Ann! I wanna fuck it sooo bad!" Her finger pushed deeper, and Beth Ann could feel the interior of her cunt growing moister, hotter. Sabra looked her in the eyes and she started moving her finger in and out of Beth Ann. Behind her she could feel the stiff shaft of Milt Sherman's cock. It prodded her back, reminded her that he was aroused and hard. I'll have to fuck him, she thought, but the idea didn't seem as scary as it had a few minutes ago. Not with Sabra's finger already violating Beth Ann's pussy. What would it hurt? she wondered. She'd fucked a stranger, little more than an hour ago. Now she was being attacked by two more strangers. A pattern seemed to be developing. Milt took her hand, put it on his cock. She looked back over her shoulder at him. He wasn't at all the kind of man she'd ever been attracted to. He was old, for one thing -- fifty, at least, though he was in pretty good shape for his age. He was not at all handsome, but there was a gleam of erotic intrigue in his gray eyes that she found exciting and scary at the same time. And the long thin cock that she held in her fist throbbed and pulsated with heated energy. He wasn't nearly as thick as Paul, let alone Sabra's huge-dicked husband, but she was sure she'd never had her hands on a harder cock in her life, and as she masturbated him, Beth Ann began to warm to the idea of what was so suddenly happening to her. Sabra kissed her again. Beth Ann raised her other arm and put it around Sabra's neck, pulling the taller woman's face down closer. The finger continued to work in and out of her pussy, corkscrewing gently, coaxing more and more juicy moisture out of Beth Ann's cuntal walls. "I feel soooo weird," the little brunette whispered into the mouth that dominated hers. "But it feels kinda good, too," and she giggled. They led her to the recliner, where the last vestiges of her decency were taken away. Sabra stripped away her panties, left Beth Ann only in her slippers. Sabra eased the smaller woman onto the recliner and lay down beside her. They were both slim, there was plenty of room. Sabra cupped one of her brown-nippled tits, eyed it appraisingly, then stuck out her tongue and lapped it across the nipple's point. "How about you?" she asked, offering the tit to Beth Ann. "Would you like a taste, too?" Beth Ann had never ever done anything like this before, but the sight of little bubbles of Sabra's drool, clinging to the peaked brown point, excited her tremendously. She took hold of both tits, looked up at Sabra for reassurance. Her fingers melted into the doughy softness of the tits. It was like holding a fleshy cloud. She jiggled them, and then she couldn't resist another second. She leaned in and let her own tongue glide where Sabra's had already gone. The nipple was hot. She tasted it, and then she had to do more. She took it into her mouth and she began to suck on it, doing everything to Sabra's tit that she loved to have done to her own. She felt the nipple harden in her mouth, stiffening even further, and she kept on sucking, until Sabra gently took hold of her head and pulled her over to the other breast. She looked at it, then she licked at it, and then she started to suck at it as well. Sabra's own hands were on Beth Ann's small hard tits, and the little brunette could feel them growing hotter and harder the more they were fondled and stimulated. She knew it was Milt's tongue that began to lick at her own pussy, and God, he had a master's touch! He aroused her clit, working his fingers up and down her crack, slipping them in for the most exciting quick penetrating plunges, and she writhed happily, thrusting her cunt back at him. Juice was oozing out of her crack, and his tongue lapped at the flow. She could feel his cock, still rigid and exciting, brushing against her foot as he sucked her pussy. She slipped off her shoe and let her sole glide along the stiffened shaft, feeling his hot pulsating lifeforce. Sabra worked her tits free, and she kissed Beth Ann again. Her mouth worked down the younger woman's body, straight toward the baby-pink nipple points. Beth Ann watched in awe as Sabra's tongue went to work on her titties. "Oh, yes, suck me!" she moaned, as her tit vanished into Sabra's suddenly enormous mouth. She felt the bite of teeth, the soothing caress of tongue, the suction of aroused jaws. Milt's finger was buried in her cunt, and his lips were glued to her clit. She was gonna fucking come!!! "Switchies," Sabra giggled, tapping Milt on the bald spot at the crown of his head. He raised his face from Beth Ann's cunt. His mouth and Sabra's came together, a hot, tongue-swilling kiss, while Beth Ann watched in envy. Then Sabra passed downward, her mouth replacing Milt's on Beth Ann's pussy. It was the first time she'd ever been licked by a woman, and it was soooo much different from having a man do it to her! Sabra seemed to know instinctively every erogenous spot in Beth Ann's twat, and she moved her tongue from one to another without mercy. It was, Beth Ann realized, exactly the kind of licking she'd have given herself if she could only have doubled up in a knot and gotten her face into her own snatch. The orgasm was an imminent thing now, not just a possibility. She was definitely gonna fucking come!!! Milt came up to the other end of the chair, and he leaned forward, his cock protruding about eight or nine inches from his crotch. The tip was small but blood-red, glistening with pre-cum. It pointed almost accusingly at Beth Ann, as if to ask, "What are you gonna do about me, baby?" She looked at the winking, ooze-dripping slit, and without a second thought she took him in hand again and she leaned toward the point of his cock. Beth Ann closed her eyes dreamily and she began to lick him. His prick throbbed to her touch, and she heard him moan at the gliding sweeps of her tongue. She licked every inch of his cock, using all the lessons she had absorbed an hour ago with Sabra's husband. I must be really good at this, she told herself, and I had never suspected I even knew how! Wouldn't Paul be surprised when she got him into bed tonight? She'd take that cock of his in her mouth and she'd suck the big hard fucker dry, by God! And then she'd mount him and swallow his prick with her pussy and she'd fuck the skin right off his dick! Her pussy ached with anticipation, and she told herself, He'll never want to look at another woman again. He'll never need to look at another woman again. But Sabra's tongue was doing cartwheels up and down Beth Ann's pussy, and her clit hammered like an anvil, and she asked herself if it was possible that _she_ might perhaps occasionally feel the need to look at another woman. Sweet Jesus, the way Sabra ate pussy! I could get hooked on that tongue of hers, Beth Ann decided, opening her mouth and taking Milt's cock inside for the first time. She tightened her lips around him once he was in, and she sucked up and down the shaft as it moved softly in and out of her orality. He didn't try to jam all of his prick down her throat, just gave it to her slowly, carefully, respecting her novice status. It was Beth Ann who increased the depth of her suction, who began to feel a ravening hunger and a need to have more and more of this thin, hard rod inside her mouth. She gulped and swallowed a little more of Milt's prick, and she felt a burning thirst, a desire to know the hot excitement of his cum gushing into her gulping throat. She couldn't begin to suck down all of his tool, so she did the next best thing. She fisted his cock base and started to work her hand up and down while she sucked at everything that she could swallow, and she grew so excited that she kept hitting herself in the lips with her shucking hand. So who cared? Lips were for bruising, weren't they? Let Paul wonder where the black and blue marks had come from! She'd show him! Sabra lapped at the pink bud of Beth Ann's clit. The little button throbbed and hummed excitedly, and it seemed to leap toward the blonde woman's mouth. She had two or three fingers working in and out of the sopping wet pussy. From time to time she'd pull them out, lick the juices off, and thrust her tongue up the cunt to get another taste of Beth Ann's honeycum. The little brunette's body jerked and wriggled in delirium, and it was only a matter of seconds till she came. "Do it," she gurgled around Milt's thrusting cock, "oh, do it to me, Sabra darling!" Sabra lifted Beth Ann's hips from the recliner and nibbled at the cheeks of her ass. Beth Ann moaned around the cock in her mouth. Sabra pulled the cheeks apart and started to lick at the asshole itself. God, that was so nasty! Beth Ann thought, giggling with the naughtiness of it. But it felt soooo fuckin' good, too! No one had ever stuck a tongue up her butt before. Not even Paul. She'd have slapped anyone who'd tried anything like that. But all that was in another country, and besides, that wench was dead. It was a brand new Beth Ann Darrow who was sucking cock while she gleefully accepted the hot feminine licking of her pussy and her itchy asshole. When Sabra took the plunge and wriggled the tip of her tongue into Beth Ann's anus, the brunette sighed and moaned and almost swallowed all of Milt's cock, his balls, and her own fist where it was locked around the base of the older man's prick. "Cute little asshole," Sabra whispered, butterflying it with her tongue. "Mmmmm, I bet Maggie's gonna cream her panties when she gets a look at this little rosebud shitter!" Who was Maggie? Beth Ann wondered. Why would she get so excited about an asshole? Who fucking cared? She wanted that tongue back inside her rear opening, and she groaned soulfully, hoping to give Sabra the idea. Sabra instead began to work the opening with her fingers, all wet and juicy from being buried in Beth Ann's cunny. They were slippery, slick, hot with lust. Beth Ann hardly squirmed as they spread her anal opening, but her eyes rolled over in their sockets as one of the fingers popped her shitter and thrust wetly into the gap. "Oh, shit," she wailed, but it came out "Oh thit," thanks to the hard hot cock that anchored down her tongue. She was astonished to note that she had more than half of Milt's long tool inside her mouth. The tip was almost inside her throat! She gulped in some air and attempted to take the rest of him, certain now that she could do it. As it was, it was all for the best that she didn't try, because the middle finger that reamed her virgin ass was doing hot wild nasty things to her mind, and it got worse, by far, when Sabra brought her lips back to Beth Ann's clit. She seized the little pink bud and started to suck it like a marrow bone, and Beth Ann just screamed and gushed, her cream oozing from the twitching mouth of her pussy. Her throat opened as she screamed, and Milt's cock plunged into it, but then she clenched, and Milt got his cock out of her mouth just in time to keep it from being bitten in two. "Oh, Jeeeeeeeeesus!" Beth Ann squealed, rocking on the recliner while Sabra doubleteamed her bottom holes. She continued to work her fist on Milt's hard cock, but to her regret, in retrospect, she was hardly aware of the moment when his jism began to squirt from the tip of his prick, splattering her face and tits with the creamy excess of his orgasm. She was too wrapped up in the intensity of her own climax, bursting into Sabra Robertson's hungry face. "I love you," she whined, as Sabra came crawling back up her body. The older blonde paid no attention. She held the sides of Beth Ann's face and her tongue began to lick up the spillage of jizz that Milt had poured onto Beth Ann's flesh. The tingling touch of Sabra's tongue almost rocked Beth Ann into another climax on the spot. She held the other woman tightly, guiding Sabra's face to the splatters of cum that coated her face, her tits. Sabra siphoned up the sticky mess. "God, I could live on cum," she said, at last, raising her head and looking into Beth Ann's pale blue eyes. "You wanna taste?" and she stuck out her tongue. It was thick with the white scum. Beth Ann giggled, feeling very slutty, and she allowed Sabra to stick that tongue into her mouth and she sucked the excess sperm from it. She felt as if the sticky juice was glueing her lips to Sabra's, but then Milt's cock intruded itself into their kiss, and the meaty male taste opened her eyes widely. She and Sabra shared the cock. It was little more than half-hard now, depleted by the force of the orgasm it had squirted onto Beth Ann's body, but as the two women nursed it, easing it back and forth from one mouth to the other, Beth Ann could taste the stiffness returning to Milt's flesh. She fed him into her mouth, eating the entirety of his semi-limp rod, and the growing hardness forced him deeper, deeper, into her orality. "Mmmm, that's better," Sabra said, taking the cock from Beth Ann and feeding herself on it. Beth Ann watched in awe as Sabra swallowed the erect rod to the balls, working her face around and around at the base of Milt's pride. She came up gasping, but she had proven her point. Beth Ann took the cock back and willed herself to do the same thing. She gagged first, but no matter. Sabra could teach her how to do it. Right now, Milt was stiff, and that was what counted! "I think I wanna get fucked," Beth Ann said. "Is that okay with everybody?" "Why not?" Sabra asked. "You fucked my husband. You might as well fuck my friend, too. C'mon, Milt, give her a bite of that dick where she really needs it. Let me see you put it in her tight pink pussy." He mounted Beth Ann, and she opened to him eagerly. He wasn't fast enough for her. She reached down and put his cock in her twat, and she screamed as he thrust hard and deep up her hole. The tip of his long rod found the bottom of her cuntal tube and they ground together, each absorbing the hot excited feel of the other. She folded her arms and legs around his body and they began to fuck, humping like rabbits. His cock slicked in and out. She was juicy with arousal, and although there was a natural friction from the snugness of her relatively unused cunt, it was a deliciously pleasant feeling. The slight resistance of her pussy made his strokes all the more exciting and satisfying. He'd blasted out a big load, and he could fuck for an hour, now. That's what he told her, and Beth Ann was determined to hold him to his promise. As it was, she came before he did. God, where were these fucking orgasms coming from? She didn't have them all that often, in the past, but today they were as common as lunatics at a Jerry Falwell rally. Her pussy exploded, and she sucked Milt's rod up her hot, churning hole, riding beneath him until her body ached and she had to say, "Stop, please, lemme catch my breath..." And with that, Sabra was waiting. First she bent down and sucked Milt's rod, where it glistened with the juices that had coated him while he fucked Beth Ann's oozing wet cunt. Beth Ann moaned as she watched her new friend go to town on Milt's hard dick. She couldn't keep from reaching down to stroke and pet the raw-fucked labes of her cunt, the nubby button of her clit. Jesus, gimme a break! her clit seemed to whimper as she pinched it, but she showed no mercy whatever. Sabra went onto her belly and Milt mounted her. He rubbed her with his cock, and Beth Ann leaned close, on tenterhooks of excitement. She'd never watched anyone else getting fucked in real life, though she'd seen some of this on the X-rated videos Paul sometimes brought home. They were nothing, next to the real thing. She watched as Milt's cock slid through the crack of Sabra's cunt, gasped as it parted the slick wet labes, moaned as it sank into Sabra's hole, feeling the echoes of that thrust inside her own cunt. She had three fingers up her pussy now, reaming them in and out as she watched the fuck take place before her staring eyes. Milt Sherman fucked hard, banging the crap out of Sabra. The hot blonde bitch was on a short leash at best, Beth Ann could tell. Sabra was excited, too! Milt had fucked her for barely three or four minutes before she began to flop and jerk and moan under him, her body erupting into the same kind of orgasm she'd delivered on the home-made porno tape Don Robertson had screened for Beth Ann only this afternoon. There was no question of fakery. Beth Ann groaned, sharing the intensity of Sabra's come. Almost as if it were her own pussy exploding! But Milt wasn't finished. He drew his cock out of Sabra's pussy, and he looked at Beth Ann with a wink. "Watch this," he said, and he guided his pussy-wet tool to the crack of Sabra's asshole. While she continued to writhe and jerk, he struggled a moment, then slid his prick into the blonde's tiny, tight anus! Beth Ann screamed, clutching at her own ass. God, she could feel it, as if it were happening to her right now! And in a sense it was. Her fingertip found her crack, toyed with it ruminatively as she watched, and then almost without knowing it she began to work the finger into her hole. She hadn't sealed up from the fingerplay Sabra had given her a few minutes ago, and there was a tummy- clenching moment of resistance, but only a moment, and then Beth Ann felt her finger slide inside. She jerked, almost tipped the recliner over, but she caught herself, and she moaned with excitement, doing the same thing to herself that Milt was doing to Sabra. "I wanna try it," she said, grabbing his shoulder with her other hand. "I wanna feel your cock in my asshole!" He looked down at her with gleaming, lustful eyes. "I was hoping you'd say that, Beth Ann," he told the excited young wife. "I was really hoping you'd say that ... " CHAPTER 7 Paul Darrow came out of the shower and reached for a towel. God, what a day this had been! His cock was so sore, and his balls would be dry for at least a week. He began to dry his hair, his eyes still closed, and he imaged Mrs Sherman moaning as he rammed her ass with his hard cock, and the way she'd turned around and taken his prick, still wet from fucking her up the shithole, into her mouth. She'd sucked the jism out of him, slurping away at the taste of her own asshole coating his rod. Jesus, what a hot, slutty piece of tail Maggie was, and at her age, too! Even if she was older than his own mom, he'd fuck her again in a heartbeat if the chance ever came along. "Hey, big stuff," a voice chirped, and he moved the towel away from his face. Beth Ann was leaning against the door. Paul felt very guilty about his thoughts and tried to make his face a mask of innocence. "Mmmm, what's the matter, honey, you look like you had a really hard day," she added, straightening up to her full five-three and coming toward him. The swing of her hips almost made his cock get hard again, but there was no way, Jose -- he'd fucked himself ragged today, and his poor old dick needed a long vacation from suburban wives' overready pussies -- even, he thought sadly, from his own wife's yummy hole. "I have a couple of surprises for you, stud," Beth Ann leered, wresting the towel away from her husband. She eyed his naked body up and down, and she put her hand on his chest. Her fingers toyed with his nipples. They began to stiffen as she played them, and she smiled. Her eyes dropped downward to his cock. Not again! Paul thought as she took his prick in her hand. "This is the first surprise," Beth Ann went on, dropping to her knees before him. Sure, she'd done this the other night, when she came home from work with such a clit-on for him, but twice in one week? Jesus! He stared at his wife as she began to lick his cock and balls. He could feel some interest stirring inside his nuts, but it was a lost cause. On the other hand, how could he explain to her that he couldn't perform today because he'd spent the afternoon fucking the ass -- literally -- off Mrs Milt Sherman in the woods at the city park? What a tangled web, he thought sadly. Beth Ann wasn't listening for excuses or alibis, in any case. She was working his cock in her fingers, pulling it the way a farm girl pulls on a cow's tit to make the milk squirt out. Beth Ann Darrow had more or less the same goal in mind. She stretched him as far as he'd go, and she slipped him into her mouth. She couldn't believe that only a few days ago she'd regarded sucking cock as such a nasty act, one which she didn't like to perform even out of love. As her mouth filled with her husband's soft prick, she reveled in the sweet masculine flavor of him. She swallowed his soft tool to the balls, spreading her lips in an effort to get them inside too. It didn't work, of course, but it was fun to try. "Baby, what's gotten into you?" Paul asked with a straight face. Beth Ann looked up and giggled. she let it slide out of her mouth, covered with her drool. "This, dummy!" she said, kissing his cock. "Ooohhh, I think I've found a brand new hobby! Your cock tastes sooo good, Paul, and it makes me just want to eat ... it ... up!!!" and with that she took him back inside and she sucked for all she was worth. Her lessons this afternoon hadn't been wasted at all. She had sucked in a lot of Don Robertson's humongous rod, and she'd finally managed to swallow, if only briefly, Milt Sherman's long thin prick. And of course she'd been making mental notes all the while she watched Sabra Robertson sucking on cock, too. Oh, she'd had some dynamite instruction, and she was fuckin' ready to put the teaching into effect, right fuckin' now! She gulped, and she felt the tip of Paul's rod enter her throat. If he'd been stiff she'd have been in trouble. But he _wasn't_ stiff, which meant _he_ might be in trouble, real soon, unless his meat showed some life. Still, she knew her sucking was straight to the point, and his rod began to show some point, too. She suctioned in her cheeks and vise-gripped him, and she felt the telltale throbbing on her tongue as life began to flow into his organ. Yeah! That was more like it! Giggling around his prick, Beth Ann sucked harder, and she could feel him stiffening more and more. She had to work her head back, for, as he hardened, he was a bit too much for her novice mouth to handle at one time. She let him out of her mouth, and she licked and sucked up and down the tool. She nipped his cum-vein, and his rod seemed to surge and grow against her clutching teeth. Yes! Her fingers covered his wet knob and she massaged vigorously at the big crown of her husband's cock, teasing it till she felt the warm flow of his pre-cum onto her fingers. She moved her head up and down, in between his shower-damp legs. God, he smelled good! "Open up," she teased, "I wanna lick your balls!" He gasped as she took his nuts into her mouth, as she worked her tongue in behind them, making a surprising stroke right toward his asshole. "Jesus, honey, are you getting kinky on me?" he asked concernedly, as she used her hand to open his cheeks and her tongue flicked two or three times at his tight-puckered anus. She'd never done anything remotely like this before in the two years he'd known her. He couldn't believe it was sweet Beth Ann doing this to him. Had Maggie Sherman or Sabra Robertson sneaked into the house and switched bodies with his innocent young wife? On the other hand, it really did feel good! He opened his legs a little wider, and gave her some additional room to get at him. If she was in the mood for hot stuff, he wasn't gonna try to stop her. But she turned her face, and she nipped, almost wickedly, at his balls. Paul gave a yelp and almost jumped to the ceiling. Beth Ann took his stones in her mouth and sucked hard on them, and her hand was still busy shucking on his cock. Oh, shit, he was goddamn hard now! His prick stood up big and stiff in her fist! And he'd thought he might not see another boner for a month of Sundays! She came back up, licking her lips as she approached his prick. "I wanna suck you off," she said throatily. "I wanna take your cock in my mouth and suck it till you squirt me full of your prick-milk. Is that okay, Paul? Would you let me do that to you?" And her innocent eyes sparkled. He could only groan and nod. Yeah, he'd be glad to let her do that. But he didn't really believe his cock had anything left to give her. He was sure Maggie Sherman had milked him dry. But Beth Ann couldn't know about that, she could only presume that she was mouthing her way up the hard, randy, cum-filled cock that Paul usually brought to her. He felt like a hundred and eighty pounds of shit in a six-three frame as he watched his sweet innocent wife lick her way up to the dome-like head of his cock and take it into her mouth for a sucking whose very idea thrilled him to the marrow of his bones. She was all wetness, and rolling tongue, inside. His cock eased into her mouth and he felt as if he'd died and gone to heaven. She looked up at him while she sucked, and her eyes were full of love and lust alike. He braced his head against the wall for support and he began to fuck in and out of her eager, horny mouth. Who'd have ever thought that Beth Ann, the girl who'd always believed in her heart that cocksucking was a totally perverted act, would wind up on her knees in front of him, sucking his prick like a lollipop and smiling around the rod that filled her hot wet mouth? Slobbering down his shaft, she looked as happy as Mary Lou Retton collecting another gold medal. I was such a fool, Beth Ann thought, eating his cock. It's not only fun, it tastes good! She took him deeper and deeper into her mouth, though not nearly as deep as it was obvious he wanted to go. For Chrissake, she wanted to tell him -- remember, this is the first time I've really given you a blowjob, big guy! You can't fuck my mouth like you can Sabra's. Not yet, at least. But she expected to be pro-quality by the end of next week, and then let's see how much hard-on her husband could carry to other women. She was still learning the ropes, but she knew she was good, a natural. Not too many nasties this time, though, she reminded herself. She didn't want him to know that his was the third cock that had been in her mouth today. Still, his was the one that counted most, and she couldn't resist the urge to show off a little. Beth Ann held her mouth, ovaled, over the tip of his cock and worked her head up and down in fluttery little passges that sent friction jolts of erotic heat through the length of his prick. She felt him shiver and throb, responsively, and she did it again, giving him some hot tongue while she was at it. He put his hand on her head and tried to impale her with his dick! She used her teeth, just to remind him that she was, after all, in charge of this suckoff, and he calmed down just a little, but not enough to spoil her fun. Her tongue slurped around his cock and moved up and down over the end again, stimulating him a whole lot more, and making little bubbles of jism ooze from the end of his cock. She sipped them off his flesh, tasting -- really tasting -- her husband's sperm for the first time. I was a _fool_ to have put it off so long !!! she told herself, savoring his flavor on the tip of her tongue. She licked her way down the exterior of his cock then, wetting him with her mouth, nibbling and loving every inch of his long, thick erection. Mmmm, he was bone stiff, now, no two ways about it! She'd gotten him up big and hard, and now she, and not some stranger bitch, was gonna get the benefit! Again she sucked on his balls, working them vigorously, while his cock quivered alongside her cheek. She felt his hot pulsating lifeforce, smelled the horny masculinity of his arousal. Her nostrils flared and twitched, and her tongue began to quiver just like his cock. Gripping hold of his tool, she kissed the tip, just before taking it back inside her mouth. He thrust across her tongue and she moaned in joy, the vibration of her sounds shivering along the entire length of Paul's dick. She gripped him around the root, as she'd done with milt Sherman, and she started to masturbate his prick while she sucked avidly at his knob. She was sooo fuckin' hot for the taste of his cum spurting into her mouth! She really wanted to feel her cheeks bloating with the load of his sperm! Her lips tightened around his knob and she worked her hand faster and faster on the shaft, while he began to sway and shiver, pushing deep into her mouth from time to time as the hot arousal took hold of hfim and he felt himself surrendering to the newfound power of his wife's sucking urge. "Beth Ann, honey, you're fantastic," she heard him say. But she already knew it. "Yes, yes," he gasped, and she opened her throat as she felt the first hot gushing spurt of his jism across her tongue. She'd never held her husband's squirting cock in her mouth before. Wasn't it wild that it had taken his fucking another woman, her fucking other men, in order to bring it about? She could have mused on the ironies of it, but she was too busy by far, eating the cum as he fired it down her throat. She raised her face, his jism oozing from her lips, and she stood up, fisting his cock vigorously. She kissed his chest, and then he tipped her head back and pressedhis mouth against hers. She pulled harder on his cock. "Now I want you to fuck me," she whispered. "I want you to fuck my ass off!" He winced, visibly. Beth Ann tried not to smirk. She wondered if he had enjoyed ramming his cock up Maggie Sherman's asshole, and she wondered what he would think right now if he knew that she already knew all about that too. "Yes," she said, "I've been thinking all day, waiting here for you to come home from work -- thinking about riding this big hard cock of yours. Ooohhhh, Paul, I'm soo horny! Come on, let's go in the bedroom and fuck our brains out! I can't wait till bedtime! let's make it bedtime now!" *** His cock rammed her hot wet pussy. She gasped and thrust herself up at him, sucking his rod with her pliant, elastic pussy sheath. He was hot hard and horny, despite Maggie Sherman, and Beth Ann whined and moaned, well on the way to a real, hot orgasm! She'd almost come in the bathroom, eating his jizz, and she was even hotter now, now that he'd licked her hot wild pussy, massaged it with his dick, filled her full of his erect meat. "Fuck me hard," she encouraged. "Mmmm, baby, you can't fuck this little pussy too hard or too rough. I want it fast and deep, yeah! Oohhhh!!!" But as deep, as fiercely, as he fucked her, she still rocked, twitched, wiggled beneath him, her body craving more and more excitement. "I want more, " she saids, "Oh God, I want something new and crazy!" She put her hands on his shoulder, looked up at him with her brown, girl-next-door eyes, and she said, "Oooohhh, I know, Paul! Instead of fucking my pussy, why don't you take your big sweet hard cock and use it to fuck me up the asshole???" Beth Ann had to stifle the sudden urge to laugh. He looked as if a mousetrap had just snapped shut on his balls. She clamped her pussy on him, making goddamn sure his cock stayed big and hard, and she did a little horizontal dance beneath Paul, underscoring the nasty invitation she'd just made. Remember how sweet this body can be, she told him, non-verbally. His cock surged and throbbed inside her, and she saw the hesitation, but also the arousal, in his eyes. "Would you?" he asked, still not believing. "Would you actually want to do something like that?" She smiled. "Oh, sooooo much," she purred. "I've been thinking about it all day!" She hadn't. The idea had not even occurred to her until she'd watched Sabra Robertson take Mr Sherman's rod up her pink shithole, but she'd felt an instant arousal, an instant desire to do the same thing herself. And she had, sliding Milt's long skinny tool up her shitchute after Milt had prepared her with his tongue, Sabra with her fingers. But that was just practice. It didn't really count. Her first time, for real, would be the moment Paul's fatter, more _special_ cock popped the seal of her asshole and secured the back door of their marriage permanently. "God," he was saying, yanking his cock out of her as she went over onto her belly. Her slim, boyish bottom stuck up in the air, and he crouched behind it, running his hands over her buttocks while he surveyed her crack and her two sex holes from this angle. He leaned in impulsively, kissed her right on the rosebud opening of her ass. She giggled at the touch of his tongue. Not the first tongue that had lapped her there today, but it was their first time doing this together, and it felt very special. "Mmmm, yeah," she encouraged. "Lick me a little more. Get me really hot and ready, hon!" He was only too happy to oblige. She'd cleaned her tubes out before he came home; this had been part of her game plan from the start. He tasted only clean, scrubbed flesh as he opened her anus and his tongue tip crept into the dilated aperture. It tickled, and Beth Ann began to squirm and twitch, almost uncontrollably. She wanted to laugh out loud. He tongued her pussy as well, alternating between her clit and her hiney. The stimulation raced back and forth with his tongue, soon outdistancing it. She could feel hot ooze leaking from her cunt. His fingers puddled in it as he played with her tight, dark-furred crack. He got a finger inside her pussy, and then he counterpointed with one up her asshole. She wasn't quite ready for an entrance, and she gasped as she felt him slide up her tube. She was still a novice at this, and he suddenly felt enormous inside her. She wondered how she'd ever be able to take his cock. His finger felt as big as a baseball bat, sliding in and out. But the mood was upon her, and Beth Ann's aroused body relaxed eagerly. In another moment she was pushing-pulling on his finger, masturbating herself with the contractions of her asshole. I'm good at this too, she thought. I wonder what else I'm good at? But she had a good idea she'ds be finding out, and very soon! Her life, and Paul's, was in the midst of a totally unexpected change of directions. And she sighed, delighting that right now, at least, she knew more about what was going on than he did. Before, he'd had his secrets -- Sabra, and Maggie -- and she'd been in the dark. Now she knew his secrets, and she had a couple of her own that he knew nothing about. Yet. The time would come. And speaking of come... "Oh, do it," she panted eagerly, "do it, do it, doooooo it!!!" He knelt behind her, cock at the ready. She reached back over her hips and took hold of his cock, pulling it to the hole she wanted him to fuck. God, he was hard! You'd never guess that he'd just come in her mouth ten or fifteen minutes ago, that he'd spent the afternoon fucking a woman Beth Ann had not met but who, she understood, was almost insatiable sexually. That Paul could still perform argued well for him. And boded even better for Beth Ann. "Fuck my ass," she said, grinding the swollen head of his cock into her rosebud shithole's mouth. "Put that thing in me and fuuuuuck!!!" If it had been her first time, he'd have ripped her open when he shoved, but she had alrady felt cock, not to mention several fingers, in her anus today, and she was ready. She screamed, all the same, as his prick slammed up her shithole, but it was a scream of satisfaction and sweet incandescent joy. He thrust up the length of her anal tube, and the walls parted eagerly to make room for his entrance. Her head jerked upward, but her knees gripped the bed and she held her ass firmly in place. "Do it!" she gasped. "Oh, yes, just like that !!!" He was a lot thicker than Milt Sherman's cock. She was glad she'd taken a test flight, just to get herself used to the idea of being anally fucked. And it made it so much hotter now, with Paul's big tool rooting away inside her tailpipe. Oh, God, the way he rammed her! Her guts thumped every time he slammed home, and she felt as if she were gonna have to take a big shit any second. But it was only his rod sliding back down her tunnel to get a fresh stab up her rectum. Was this what he'd learned from Maggie Sherman? She was pretty sure assfucking had never been a big part of Paul's life before today. God, if this was the way Maggie Sherman fucked, she must be one really _hot_ old lady!!! And Beth Ann Darrow, at twenty-two, felt just as hot as an H-bomb, and nearly as anxious to explode. She sucked her husband's cock into the novelty-excited depths of her asshole, and she considered reaching down to stimulate her pussy at the same time, but Jesus, she didn't think it was necessary! She had fucking _never_ been as turned on, in all her life, as she was right now. Her clit hammered and throbbed, and all she had to do was bring her upper thighs together, letting them press lightly but firmly against the slitted bun of her pussy. It sent shockwaves of response through her clit, and the oozy honey flowed like a river from the fuck-hot labes of her cunt. "Yes, yes, oh, God, yes," she moaned, over and over. "I can't believe we're doing this," Paul husked. "I can't believe I'm fucking you in the asshole, Beth Ann -- it's like a dream come true!" She felt just the same way. The intensity of their connection had brought a whole new dimension to Beth ann's concept of sex. She and Paul fucked all the time, sure, but she'd never felt as bound to him as she was right now. Her body seethed with the simmering fury of her arousal. She felt as if steam was coming out her nostrils. His cock banged harder, deeper, reaming again and again the tight but eager sheath of her ansu. _This_, she thought, was fucking! "I'm gonna come," she moaned, "oh God you're gonna make me come!!!" "You're not the only one," Paual panted, holding her slippery, sweat-coated hips as he poked his tool up her tight sheath again and again and again. His strokes were wild, uncontrolled. He fucked as if he were bouncing on a trampoline. His cock seemed to be growing bigger and bigger inside Beth Ann, spreading her tight anus that much more. She was going to burst, if not from her orgasm, then from the rapid expansion of his cock! She grabbed her pussy and rubbed till her fingers were wet, and her fingers slicked back and forth over the pulsing bud of her clit. Yes! Now! She opened her mouth, avid to scream, but only a thin "Aahhh --" came out, as if her windpipe had suddenly been cut off. Her mouth remained open, but she only made choking noises, and then her head slumped down and she ws lost in her orgasm, sinking onto the bed on her tummy, Paul's body covering hers as she fell downward. He had a little more life left in his cock, and he rammed up her again, varying the angle now that he lay on her back. His strokes were shorter but they started from halfway down her anal chute, and when he hit bottom he slammed like a sonofabitch. Each stroke made fresh spurts of orgasmic pleasure race through Beth Ann's body. "Yes," she moaned, "Oh Jesus fuckin' yessssss..." And then she felt him start to squirt, while his cock tip lay at the very bottom of her anal passage. He rumbled like a volcano inside her, like a fart passing the wrong way through her rectum, and she found still new, unsuspected dimensions to her orgasmic delight. His cock squirted, and squirted, and squirted, and she throbbed and shivered beneath him. *** "I said I had two surprises for you,' she sighed as they lay together on the bed. "Actually, I lied. I have three. We're having steak for dinner, rare, very rare, just the way you like it. That's the second surprise. The third is that we're invited to a party this evening. Can you believe it? I think we've finally been accepted in the neighborhood!" "A party?" Paul said. "Jesus, I feel more like resting. I'm kinda fucked raw, hon." Beth Ann smiled, her brown eyes totally guileless. "Oh, we have to go," she insisted. "It's at the Robertsons'. You know, that really good-looking couple at the end of the block, the ones with the big backyard and the pool and the redwood fence? The lady in the powder-blue running suit? I _know_ you've seen her around! I'm so looking forward to it. They seem rather nice, and it would be great to make some friends here close to home. I'd feel as if we really belonged here in Elmwood. Wouldn't you?" She kept her face as straight as she could while she watched him. Actually, she had lied to him again. There was another surprise, besides the blowjob, the assfuck, the steaks, and the party invitation. He'd find out about that in due course. CHAPTER 8 "You look great," Paul said sincerely, squeezing Beth Ann's hand in response to at least the tenth repetition of the question. God, she really did look great, too! The sight of her drove him almost crazy with renewed lust, in spite of everything they'd done -- and he'd done -- already today. She'd fucked him to a frazzle when he got home from work, and he'd already been pretty frazzled out after that session in the park with Maggie Sherman. His cock was gone on a long vacation, to recoup its sapped strength, but Jesus, he felt good! He didn't even have the slightest trace of guilt, now, for what he'd done to Maggie. He'd more than paid back his wife for his fall from grace. But he fucking hoped to hell and gone that Maggie wasn't going to be at the party this evening. Why, of all days, did Beth Ann have to pick this one to meet Sabra Robertson and get the Darrows invited to a party? He was sure Sabra hadn't bitchily spilled the beans to Beth Ann. His sweet wife would have cut his cock off with a butcher knife if that had happened. But why had Mrs R invited the Darrows over for drinks and socializing? He couldn't avoid the feeling that at least some shit was due to hit the air conditioner sooner or later. Let it be later -- a _lot_ later! But Godamighty, didn't Beth Ann look fantastic tonight, standing by his side at the Robertsons' front door? She was wearing the yellow party dress he really liked, the one that clung to her apple-sized tits and showed them off for the sweet little treasures they were, that dipped low down her back and rode high on her smooth slim thighs. She had on her heels, the ones that lifted her up three inches and made it a little easier for him to bend down and kiss her, and his dick still twitched a bit from his having watched her slip into her nylons and garters. Her brown hair was perfect, and her blue eyes sparkled, like the cute but oh so shy girl in school would look if she had finally scored a date for the prom with the star running back. Sweetness just seemed to ooze from her. Paul really loved his wife. And, mmmm! He knew what was under that yellow party dress, even if no one else did, and as they waited for the door to open, he found himself wondering if he might not get her into the sack for just a little bit of fucking as soon as he got her home from this party. Maybe it wasn't too late to skip out on Sabra and go home for some private pleasures right now? But then the door opened, and it was Sabra, looking a knockout as always. She wore a silk shirt, transparent enough to let her tits show through, and they were as great a set of tits as ever, the brown nipples obvious and pebbly-hard under the see-through shirt. Paul gulped as her eyes contacted his, and he slipped his arm around Beth Ann. He didn't even look down at Sabra's hostess mini-skirt, that bared most of her long, looooong legs. "Oh, I'm so glad you could both come," Sabra said, taking each of them by the hand and leading them inside. Paul gulped again. Almost the first person he saw, entering the Robertsons' big house, was Maggie Sherman, who was nursing a drink and a cigarette in the hallway while her husband carried on a conversation with Don Robertson. She looked up, and she smiled at Paul, and he felt his face redden. She licked the rim of her glass, her green eyes fixed on him. Jesus, did Beth Ann notice her doing that? "It's just a small party," Sabra said. "Only the three couples. We'll introduce you around the neighborhood, of course, but I thought the best way to break the ice was for all of us to get acquainted first. Don't you agree, Beth Ann? Isn't it easier taking a new neighborhood in small doses, really getting to _know_ everyone who matters before you try to make friends with everyone at once?" "Oh, yes," Beth Ann was saying. "I think that's the best way." She smiled as Don Robertson and Milt Sherman came over to greet the new arrivals. Paul felt like two cents' worth of mouse shit, having fucked the crap out of both men's wives in the past day or two -- and it was almost literally true, in Maggie Sherman's case. He'd hardly finished dumping his second load up her rectum before she was squatting in the weeds and emptying her bowels. Better than an enema, she'd giggled, taking toilet paper out of her purse. He could still see it, smell it. Looking at her now, the slim, titless woman dressed up like a hundred thou, if not a cool million, listening to the musical sound of her voice, he could hardly believe he'd taken her to the woods and fucked her ass like a donkey in heat, only this afternoon. But then she looked at him, her green eyes sparkling, and he shivered, feeling his dick twitch at the vividness of his memories. Oh, God, he wanted to do it to her again! "Have you seen our pool?" Don was asking, taking Beth Ann's hand. "My, but you're a pretty little thing," he added, smiling at Paul. "You're a very lucky man, Mr Darrow -- may I call you Paul? But I think I'm going to steal your wife and give her a guided tour," and he and Beth Ann walked away, the small brunette waving over her shoulder at Paul as she departed. Paul looked around him, at the smiling faces of Sabra and Maggie, and he felt like a tuna thrown into a kitchen full of cats. Sabra brought him a drink, one of those triple-strength Collinses she liked to mix up, and he became aware, sipping it, that Milt Sherman had asked him about the Porsche. He made up an answer, hardly remembering that Maggie had lured his cock out of his pants through a fabricated story of engine trouble. Milt listened soberly to Paul's lies, then excused himself to follow Don and Beth Ann out onto the patio. Which left Paul trapped with the two horny wives who had already fucked him half to death. He tried to smile, but he was a little scared. "I don't think you've seen the upstairs, have you?" Sabra said innocently. "Don's office is up there. You must see the furniture. You like leather, don't you? I'll bet you could learn to like it..." *** She had her blouse off before she even got the office door closed. "I, uh, don't think we should..." Paul started, but she threw herself onto him, bearing him backwards onto the desk top. He struggled, but then he felt those big, hard-nippled tits shoving at his chest and he thought, what the fuck? and he grabbed her around the hips. He pulled her atop him, and her legs enfolded his body. The skirt she was wearing rode up high, and the silk-covered crotch of her pussy rubbed against him. He could even feel her pussy hairs crackling through the silk. So could his cock. He began to harden inside his pants. She was already getting him out of his jacket, undoing his tie, getting her hands into his shirt so she could rub his smooth chest, tease and tweak his erecting nipples. "I've been thinking about you," she whispered, stroking his cock with her crotch. She had to know he was getting hard. The swell of his cock was about to burst his pants open. The smell of her hair, her perfume, the fragrance of her whiskey-scented breath made his nostrils twitch and his cock get even harder. His hands moved onto her ass, lifting the skirt out of the way. Her cheeks were blazing hot through the panties that barely covered them, and his fingers dug into the smooth hard texture of her ass mound, squeezing until she moaned and purred atop him. "Let's do it right here," she said. "In my husband's office. Or would you rather fuck me on his bed again, mmmm?" "In here, I guess," Paul croaked. He was still new to adultery. He felt guilty as hell for having fucked Sabra in her own bed the other day. He tried to imagine how he'd feel, cuckolded by another guy on his own bed, and he knew he wouldn't like it. But, Jesus, how could anything like that every happen, huh? With Beth Ann? At least he was one man whose wife would never fuck around on him!!! Jesus! Was he thinking with his goddamn peter? He couldn't fuck Sabra Robertson here, in her husband's office, while his own Beth Ann wandered around the house escorted by Don! While Maggie Sherman prowled around, God knows where, thinking God knew what, planning -- Jesus, it boggled the mind trying to second-guess Maggie Sherman!!! But by that time Sabra was unzipping his pants, and her hand was inside, on his cock, and it was 'way too late to think about anything -- about anything except the feel of her hot, moist hand encircling his dick and squeezing it while she looked him eye to eye and told him with the glance all that he needed to know about her intentions. "I love your cock," she said. "It's not as big as my husband's, but it's a sweet juicy rod, and I want to feel it squirting in my pussy, and _taste_ it squirting on my tongue before I let go of you, Paul Darrow. How does that grab you?" and she wrenched his rod. Somehow he got off the desk, and somehow they made it over to a leather couch along the window side of the room. At least the window was closed. He didn't have to worry too much about the moans and whimpers of pleasure drifting down to Beth Ann's ears. But this had to be fast. Jesus, someone was gonna catch them! He fuckin' knew it! And as he watched Sabra strip down to her garters and stockings, as his dick twitched in hot appreciation of the sight of her gorgeous bare body, he wondered if he cared as much as he should about the prospect of getting caught. She tugged his pants down to his ankles, taking shorts with the trousers, and then her head made straight for his stiff cock. She trapped it with her lips, sucking it deep inside with no hand-help at all, and he groaned, thrusting into her hot willing mouth. The blowjob was even wilder than he remembered from day before yesterday, her tongue faster, kinkier, nastier as it worked around and around the swollen joint of his cock. She sucked him deep and she used her mouth like a baby calf eating his long hard teat of cockflesh. "Jesus," he gasped, "oh, Jesus, Sabra, that feels sooooo fuckin' good!!!" She didn't have to be told. She sucked harder, swallowing -- if it was possible -- even more of his cock. He groaned, lifting his ass from the sofa, attempting to shove all of his tool down her throat. She had room enough and more, and she sucked as if she meant it. He couldn't help but remember the way Beth Ann had gobbled him this afternoon, when he got home from the garage and out of the shower. Her newfound sucking talents reminded him a lot of Sabra Robertson, he realized now, feeling the mistress of the art at work on him. He wouldn't have traded the sensation of his cock in Sabra's mouth for the male lead role in an Amber Lynn movie. She kept on eating, and she meant it. His cock surged and thrust, and she made gagging sounds around it from time to time, but she didn't let up a hair on her sucking. Sabra still hadn't touched him with anything but her mouth, and Paul knew that he could squirt his juice almost any time. His balls throbbed, full of enough cum to drown the horny, dick-loving bitch if she sucked him all the way off! "Oh -- am I intruding???" The voice snapped Paul out of his fantasies of domination, and he jerked his head around, toward the door. For a horrible moment he thought it was Beth Ann, but it was, instead, Maggie Sherman, leaning in the doorway, regarding the suckoff with a smug, detached expression on her face. "I thought the two of you had been gone for a long time, and I was pretty sure something like this was going on." She entered the office, closing the door behind her. As she came across the floor she was already unbuttoning her blouse. She peeled it out of her slacks, opened it, revealing her nearly-flat chest, the red nipples sticking out in unmistakable arousal. She pinched them in her fingertips, sighing as the good feelings took hold, and then she leaned down, offering her tits to Paul. He began to suck at one of them. He'd never, in his whole life, been with two women at the same time, though it was certainly something he'd fantasized about, a hell of a lot. Most guys did. And now here he was, trapped between what had to be the two cuntiest females God had ever allowed to live on earth. If he were single, he wouldn't have given a shit, but even as his lips nursed Maggie's tit, as his hand cupped her ass and he felt the eager squirm of her familiar, well-toned buttocks, he couldn't help praying that Beth Ann wouldn't be the next one to come through that door. He could handle these women's husbands, he was sure, but it would kill his wife to know that he was capable of something like this. On the other hand, it would kill him a lot sooner if he didn't empty out some of the burning load that was formed up inside his nuts. His stones felt like bowling balls. Sabra had finally put her hands to work. She was using them to squeeze his sac, and it was about to drive him out of his fuckin' skull! A fingertip moved into the crack of his ass. Was everybody in the goddamn world ass-fixated these days? he wondered, but Jesus, it did feel good, having her trying to stick her finger up his shitter. He shifted, offering himself tentatively to her, and he winced as her finger actually entered him. Just the tip, sure, but it was the first time he'd ever had anything in there besides a turd, and this finger was going the opposite direction. She pushed a little deeper, making her mouth even hotter and wetter around his cock, and he strained, fucking faster into Sabra's eager oral tube. Maggie Sherman said, "My turn too, hot shot," and she dropped her drawers. She was wearing slacks, no panties underneath, and he could smell the arousal of her red-furred pussy as soon as she lowered her trousers. She put his hand on her cunt, guiding him to her flaps. He didn't need any directions. He opened the gash and stuck a couple of fingers up into her with no preliminaries at all, but she was already wet and primed, and he went deep up her snug, albeit forty-year-old cunt. Maggie lifted up onto tiptoes and then came down, sucking his fingers all the way up her pussy. She rotated atop his hand, and he corkscrewed in and out of her, hardly aware of what he was doing as Sabra gobbled his prick and fingerfucked his asshole. It felt crazy, though he couldn't figure out why Maggie was so totally hipped on cornholing, nor even why it had suddenly become such a burning necessity to Beth Ann as well. Maybe he'd get Beth Ann to finger him the next time she blew his cock. His prick was seemingly stiffer and longer than it had ever been before, right now, buried in Sabra's mouth, and he suspected that finger of hers, tickling his prostate, had a hell of a lot to do with it. "Don't stop sucking -- I'm gonna come!" he warned her, as if she couldn't tell by taste alone that his cock was almost ready to squirt. She grinned around the big tool that filled her mouth and she slipped her wet lips up and down the shaft, tonguing all the way, her finger sliding provocatively in and out of his anal passage to stimulate again and again the walnut-like nodule of prostate, deep inside his rear tract. He hadn't been paying enough attention to Maggie Sherman. All of a sudden she was standing on the sofa, straddling his face, bringing her red-haired cunt straight down onto his mouth. He hardly had time to go "Mmmmfff" before his mouth was full of red fuzz and ripe mature pink pussy. He got his hands on her ass, which she enjoyed as much as always, and he started to eat her inside out. She turned herself around and pushed her ass down upon him. He wasn't quite ready for that, but she seemed to want it, and anyway, what the fuck? Grinning, Paul opened her cheeks and licked her back door as hungrily as he'd eaten her front entrance. His tongue slipped in and out of her dilated shithole. She tasted soapy-clean, but the more he speared in and out, the more clearly he could taste the natural flavors of her body. He still wasn't sure he liked it, but she was having one hell of a ride on his face! Her fingers were jammed up her pussy, and Sabra even reached up to give her a little digital assistance. Paul grinned like a shit-eating dog. He'd never expected, in his own life, to see two women doing nasties to each other, let alone to be the centerpiece in a threesome like this. Watching it on a porn videotape was one thing, but taking part was a whole new ball game. Maybe they should bring the camcorder in here and film this??? He'd love to see the instant replays on this balling session! And then he gasped out loud, as his cock began to squirt hot sticky milk into Sabra's mouth. She jerked her head up and covered the tip of his cock with her hand, his cum gushing into the hollow of her palm. Looking down, between Maggie's legs, he could see Sabra licking her lips as she watched his cum squirt out into her hand. She leaned down and let the tip of her tongue slurp across the thick sticky puddle, and then she held her hand up so Maggie could taste it too. When both women had sipped the fluid, Sabra smeared the rest of it onto Maggie's pussy and began to lick it off her friend's red-furred cunt. Paul had his fingers up Maggie's asshole now, chewing on her buttocks while he finger-diddled her. She was squirming excitedly, obviously about to come with Sabra and Paul both eating her, and Paul was astonished and quite delighted to notice that his cock was still as hard as ever. The ravenings of lust still raged within him, and he knew that he had to fuck both of these bitches, even if Beth Ann caught him with his dick in the hole. _Whose_ hole didn't matter. But something told him that, fuck it all, it might even be worth it! He reamed harder into Maggie's asshole, and Sabra nibbled a gushing orgasm out of the redheaded older woman's pussy, and she came sliding down onto Paul's lap, her hands full of his rigid cock, while she trembled between the two bodies that had brought her to pleasure. "Now you have to fuck us both," Sabra said throatily. "Me first, because I did all the work the last time!" "Jesus," Paul said, "should we? I mean, my cock is sooo fuckin' hard, sure, but what if your husbands -- or my wife -- start to wonder where we are and come looking for us? We could get caught." Sabra shrugged. "I don't care. I was getting tired of this marriage anyway." She pushed Maggie off Paul's lap and eased herself down upon it, reaching underneath for his cock. "Put this thing in my pussy," she told Maggie, "and I'll show you what real fucking is all about. You'll never want it up the ass again, baby!" Maggie just laughed. "You can't break twenty-five years' habits as easy as that," she smirked. "Mmmm, what a ripe juicy cock! Spilled all that sweet hot sperm and just look at him, he's all big and hard and stiff and still ready to fuck two insatiable cunts like you and I!" As Paul's cock slid into Sabra's pussy, both of them began to make little excited moaning sounds. He grabbed her tits, buried his face between them, sucking up and down the jiggly, doughy mounds, biting at her brown nipples just for the fun of hearing her whine and whimper and beg him to stop, don't stop, stop, don't stop or I'll cut your fuckin' cock off! His teeth gnawed at the brown buds, and Sabra writhed hotly atop him, her pussy eating his tool as eagerly as had her mouth. Maggie was down on the floor, on her knees, licking everything that moved. Paul could feel her tongue on his nuts, lapping up and down his shaft as it worked in and out of Sabra's wet juicing hole. He felt her tongue go into Sabra's cunt alongside his cock, both of them fucking Sabra in tandem. Two was great, but God, three was a dynamite way to fuck! He wondered if he could _ever_ stand a snowball's chance in hell of talking Beth Ann into bringing another woman into one of their fucks. The old Beth Ann would have died, but he was seeing a change in his sweet young wife, these days, and now he wasn't entirely sure. It might take years to persuade her, but she _could_ conceivably say "yes" someday. Meanwhile, he had it for real right here, and he was in hog heaven as he balled Sabra Robertson. Her pussy was as fantastic around his cock as it had been the other day, and he knew he could get addicted to a twat like this one. He wasn't the only one. Maggie Sherman was concentrating more on Sabra than on him now, and the way she licked, it was obvious that she was hooked on Sabra's blonde-furred cunt already. Maybe he'd get to watch the two of them getting it on someday, just sit back and stroke his cock while he watched them kiss and suck and lick each other to ecstasy... And then he'd spring up his prick and remind them that doing it with a guy was still the surest road to heaven! Oh, fuckin' yeah!!! Sabra came while riding him. He was giving her nine inches of cock, all the way to his balls, probing the deepest interior of her pussy, but he knew that Maggie's tongue was at least as responsible for the orgasm as his prick. What the hell? All roads led to Rome when you were fucking! He gave her a few more hard thrusts as she erupted, and he squeezed her juicy tits together around his face. By now he'd almost forgotten about Beth Ann altogether. His dick was as hard and horny as if it had not only just finished dumping a load of cum into Sabra's hand, and he knew that his balls weren't gonna fail him tonight. "How about you?" he asked Maggie, grinning smugly, pridefully, as Sabra slid off his wet, pussy-coated cock. She was still on her knees, and she didn't answer. She just bent over his lap and sucked his tool down her throat. He gasped as she gobbled him, and his cock filled her mouth in thrust after thrust. She was eating Sabra's pussy-goo off his tool, and loving every drop! Then she stood up, still not speaking. She just turned around and parted the cheeks of her ass. Her anus was still red from the licking and fingering he'd given it, and he knew what she wanted. "You've been here before, stud," she told him. "Put it where it belongs." She backed up to him, offering that sweet tight ass, and his cock kissed the dilated opening. As always, the muscles surrendered without a trace of false modesty, and she pushed herself down onto his lap, swallowing his cock in her asshole. He began to fuck in and out, his hands busy in Maggie's lap. She helped him finger her pussy, but as always, she was getting off primarily on the feel of his big hard rod jammed up her shitter. "Ooohhh, you're a nasty assfuck," she complimented. "I really like that in a man. But you're almost too big for me ... " "Fuck, too!" Paul laughed. "You could cornhole the Washington Monument and still holler for more." "I'd like to fucking try!" Maggie giggled. He was hardly aware that Sabra had arisen from the sofa, that she had gone to the window. He was still fucking Maggie when he felt the cool evening breeze suddenly touch his skin, and he looked up to see that Sabra had opened the window. Maggie was moaning like a bitch now, sooo damn loud it scared him, especially with the window open. He thought of Beth Ann again. What if she could hear these sounds? What if she came up to investigate? His dick was rigid, and buried in Maggie Sherman's brownhole. There wasn't much room for explanations. And then he heard a splashing noise, and the sound of fluty female female laughter. That was Beth Ann's laugh, drifting up from the patio and pool area below. The sound was pleasant, delightful. She'd laughed just that way as she climaxed with his cock up her ass, this afternoon. She'd laughed ... _just_ ... that way... "You better come see this, Paul darling," he heard Sabra say. "I think you might enjoy it too, Mag." "Not as much as I enjoy this cock in my asshole," Maggie panted, rocking down harder and gobbling all of Paul's tool in her shithole. She ground atop him, gasping, her ass muscles milking at his rod. He felt her climax, and he wanted to squirt deep inside her, but she slid off him, and then Sabra was pulling him to his feet, forcing him to the window. He looked down toward the patio and he said, "Holy Jesus fucking Christ!" He thrust his upper body completely out the window and he said, "Goddamn it, Beth Ann, what the fuck do you think you're doing down there????" From the patio, Beth Ann looked up at him, her cute wholesome face wreathed in smiles. Her yellow party dress was lying on the patio table, and she sprawled on the tiles, wearing only her nylons and garter belt and high heels. On either side of her sat Milt Sherman and Don Robertson, both stark naked and sporting full-length erections. And Beth Ann, his own sweet darling innocent Beth Ann, was moving her head from one cock to the other, swooping down low to suck those erect pricks into her wet, slurping mouth, again and again!!! "I thought it was only fair for me to have some fun, too," she said, with a giggle. "Maggie and Sabra are keeping your cock busy, aren't they, darling? But if you still feel like playing, why don't the three of you come down here and join us? Mmmm, Paul, this was the _real_ surprise I had for you today. How do you like it?" CHAPTER 9 The two wives led Paul downstairs, out onto the patio. By the time they arrived, Beth Ann was sitting on Milt Sherman's cock, bouncing up and down with a giggly sound of excited arousal, while she used both hands and her mouth to toy with and suck on Don Robertson's huge fat cock. Paul did a double-take at the size of Don's rod. Jesus, he thought, with a dick like that for her very own, why the fuck would Sabra _ever_ feel the urge to fuck around with strange? "It's the variety," she whispered into his ear. "A woman gets tired of the same old prick, all the time. There's such a thrill to unzipping a new pair of pants, reaching inside to find out what is hiding there. I never get tired of it. And I think maybe Beth Ann is starting to feel the same way. Mmmm, look at her sucking my husband! Isn't she the sweetest little cocksucker you ever saw? See how she smiles while she eats him. A smile adds soooo much to a blowjob!" It was true. Beth Ann looked, at this moment, sexier, more beautiful, more desirable, than he had ever known her. His dick throbbed with lust, and he wanted to shove Milt and Don out of the way and ram his own cock into his own wife! She moaned deliriously as she sucked, while Milt's hands caressed her dripping snatch. One hand moved aside for a moment, and Paul started in surprise, realizing that Beth Ann had Milt's cock up her asshole, rather than up her pussy. Jesus, when and where had she been taking these lessons? Paul took hold of his cock and he stroked it reflectively, shivering as he watched his wife being doubleteamed. Sabra had a bag over her shoulder. She put it down on the table and opened it up. "Now I'll give you another treat, Paul darling," she said, pulling out a thin leather strap, which she fitted around her body. Beside her, Maggie grinned like a possum, her arm around Sabra's shoulder. "And not to forget this," Sabra added, reaching into the bag again. She came out this time with a dildo. Paul had seen them in movies and magazines, but never in real life. This one was nearly as big as his own cock, hardly different from it in shape or color. Sabra eyed him frankly, and then she began to lick at the rubber prick. "Doesn't taste nearly as good as the real thing," she said, "but I can't grow a cock of my own and right now I need one very much." "What for?" he asked, full of erotic tension. "I'm going to fuck Maggie," Sabra said. "And after that I think I'm going to fuck your cute little wife. Would you like to see that, Paul? Would you like to see me on top of her, ramming her hot little pussy full of my dildo? Mmmmm, she has such a sweet pussy, too. When she comes, it tastes like rosewater." Oh, Jesus, Paul thought, what had Beth Ann been up to? How had she gotten involved with these people? Fuck it! Who cared? _Both_ of them were involved now, and it had gone 'way too far to stop. At least his wife was obviously holding no grudges. He looked at her again. She was still buttfucking Milt Sherman's long thin cock, and she kept sliding back the foreskin of Don's rod so she could work her hot, eager tongue around and around the blood-red, glistening knob of his long thick prick. Her eyes sparkled as they made contact with his own, and there was no question in his mind that she was having the time of her life, fucking two men while her husband watched. Sabra was wearing the dildo now, mounted to the anchoring strap. She preened and posed like John Holmes, strutting around with that big dildo sticking out from her crotch. Maggie Sherman was already on her knees, in her usual position, with her ass sticking up and her hands spreading the cheeks. "Right here, baby," she told Sabra, patting her asshole. "Stick that thing in and fuck me!" Paul knelt beside Maggie. "Get your mouth around this," he suggested, rubbing her lips with his cock. She snapped at him, then opened and swallowed him almost to the balls, first suck. Behind her, Sabra was into position. She touched the dildo's tip to Maggie's anus and shoved, burying herself. Maggie groaned, a thrilling wild vibration that enfolded and surrounded Paul's mouthfucking cock, and Paul almost spilled his load on the spot. Sabra began to fuck in and out of Maggie's rectum, no subtlety whatever, just a hard, wild fuck, the kind that Maggie demanded up her shithole. The moaning around Paul's cock continued, and the sensations grew more and more thrilling. Beth Ann shivered, full of the excitement that came with the ability to do _anything_. She knew that there were no more taboos now. Here she was, sucking one man and taking another up her tailpipe, while her husband watched, his eyes aroused and approving. And it excited her as much to watch him fucking Maggie Sherman's mouth while the slim, titless redhead accepted Sabra's dildo up her rectum. Even better, Sabra had threatened to fuck her, Beth Ann, with the same dildo! Jesus, she could hardly wait to try _that_!!! Milt's long thin tool seemed to have been made for Beth Ann's anus. He stretched the natural tightness, sure, but it wasn't a painful stretching. She was sure she'd never be able to take Don Robertson's prick up her ass -- he was so big she could hardly get enough of him in her mouth to suck on! But, God, the taste of what she could suck! It was even better than that crazy, impromptu session at the Darrow house this afternoon -- better because she'd been sneaking around, then. Now she was doing it out in front of God, her husband, and everybody else, and she didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt or hesitation. She could do it all, and do it all she would! She came down on Milt's cock, feeling his tip wriggle around in her bowels. Jesus, what a sensation! Anal sex had always seemed such a yuccchy idea, considered abstractly, but the actuality of a long hard cock stirring her shit was so wild and horny that she wondered if she was getting addicted to it. Maggie Sherman certainly was! The skinny redhead was obviously on the verge of orgasm while Sabra Robertson continued to plow her back forty with that rubber cock! I wonder, Beth Ann thought, how much different a dildo feels from a man? And I wonder how long till I find out? Paul's cock erupted in Maggie's mouth. She was so busy getting assfucked that she didn't even bother trying to drink down his jizz. She let the wasted load slosh from her mouth, running like drool down over her lips, her chin. Beth Ann moaned in excitement, watching the viscous flow of sperm on Maggie's skin. There was plenty more where it came from, but God, it seemed such a pity to waste any of it at all! _She_ was certainly not gonna spill a drop of Don's cockmilk when it came squirting into her mouth! And from the throbbing pulsating feel of his rod on her tongue, she was sure that would be happening very, very soon! Beth Ann loved to play with Don's cock as she sucked it. His was the first uncut dick she'd ever handled, and the foreskin was sooo much fun to tease and slide. She pulled it back, baring all of his knob for her tongue to lick, her lips to kiss, her mouth to suckle and friction. She slid it forward, until only the glisteny tip of his knob showed through the turtleneck-like hood of flesh. Her hands were both busy jerking on his cock. She couldn't begin to get all of it in her mouth, so she sucked on all she could swallow and she masturbated hungrily at the rest of his long thick cock. Milt's fingers were making her pussy go crazy. He sure knew his way around a cunt and an asshole, even if he was kinda old. The stimulation was lifting Beth Ann higher and higher, and she knew she was gonna come any second now. She just hoped that she could taste the squirt of Don's cum before she went into her own frenzy and all other pleasures paled alongside the sweetness of orgasm! Oooohh, yes!!! Don's cock exploded, and Beth Ann's mouth filled with his sperm. She swallowed and gulped, eating every drop as it squirted from his throbbing prick. The taste on her tongue sent new spasms of delight through her whole body, and she felt her body go alternately cold and hot. Milt kept ramming, his fingers tweaking and teasing her hot, aroused clit, and the little bud of pink hot flesh expanded majestically under his eager caresses. She moaned, her mouth full of gushing cock, and jism ran from Beth Ann's lips, spilled down her chin, despite her vow not to miss a drop of Don's load. "Yessss!!!!" she gasped, vibrations rippling along the shaft of the cock that filled her mouth. Milt's fingers probed her pussy and it seemed as if she was coming in both her lower holes at the same time. Her ass muscles sucked at his cock, and yes, yes, yes, she could feel him beginning to squirt deep inside her rectum, while her body went stone fuckin' crazy in response!!! *** Beth Ann couldn't help feeling the most deliciously naughty sensations as she and Sabra began to kiss and hug and pet one another, in front of everybody. She opened her mouth and let Sabra's tongue ease inside, and she sighed as Sabra's fingers caressed her small, cupcake tits, the flaps of her tight but oh so wet and eager pussy. A finger slipped inside her, and Beth Ann felt it moving in counterpoint to the tongue that fucked her mouth. She opened her legs, and her pussy gulped, swallowing the finger even deeper. Still kissing Sabra, she stole a glimpse at her husband. The three men were sitting on the edge of the pool, watching in rapt delight as the two women began to make love. All of them were naked, all of them hard-cocked. And Maggie Sherman, on her belly, crawled from one crotch to the next, up and down the line, caressing and sucking each cock in turn. She still had the dildo stuffed up her ass. From time to time she'd reach back and give it a few thrusts in and out of her rectum while she sucked cock, and the sounds that came from her red lips told the world that she loved it just this way! Sabra offered her tits to Beth Ann, who took them gently but excitedly. She worked her tongue around the nipples, wetting them before she sucked on them. Sabra's finger continued to work in Beth Ann's pussy, and each twitching stab made Beth Ann suck just a little harder, a little more wetly. Her mouth expanded, filling with tit. Her pussy tightened, sucking on the finger that invaded it. "Are you gonna fuck me too?" Beth Ann asked, looking up from the tit she was eating. "You said you were gonna do it. But Maggie's still got the dildo up her ass." "I have more than one dildo, you airhead!" Sabra teased, using her pussywet fingers to moisten Beth Ann's stiff pink nipples. She leaned down and licked the cuntal moisture from the pink tabs, then transferred her tongue back to Beth Ann's mouth. "You really want me to fuck you?" she asked. "In front of your husband?" "Especially in front of my husband!" Beth Ann giggled, looking over at Paul. His cock was inside Maggie's mouth at that moment, but he wasn't so wrapped up in it that he missed his wife's glance. She saw him nod, and she knew that he wanted to see her getting dildo-fucked as much as she wanted to get it. Sabra was still wearing her strap. She pulled her bag closer and reached inside, coming out with another artificial cock. This one was made of dark brown, almost black, rubber, and it looked wildly erotic when she put it into the mounting strap. "Suck it first," she told Beth Ann. "I don't wanna put this up your pussy dry." "Since when is my pussy ever dry?" Beth Ann countered, taking hold of the dildo. She leaned down and lapped it with her tongue. She didn't like the taste, but she was sooooo hot to get fucked! The dildo slid into her mouth. She worked her head up and down, covering the rubber with her drool. Panting, she lifted her face and said, "I think you were talking about fucking me?" She really couldn't wait. Her fingers were already busy, playing with her pussy, spreading the slick, slippery labes and going inside to tickle the aroused, sensitive flesh within. She bunched up two fingers and worked them in and out just like a cock, moaning as she fucked herself hard and deep, purring with anticipation of the fuck Sabra Robertson was about to throw into her. But Sabra pulled the fingers out of Beth Ann's pussy, and instead of fucking it, she put her face down there and started to eat it. Beth Ann squealed, relishing the feel of girltongue on pussy that she had first been introduced to yesterday, on this very patio. Sabra licked and licked and licked at Beth Ann's clit. Beth Ann, who had already thought herself aroused to the point of no return, found her excitement reaching new heights, new depths. She stretched out on the patio's tiled surface, her body writhing in delight as Sabra licked in and out of the burning hole of her pussy. She gripped the dildo's shaft in her hands, stroking it as if it were a real cock. Her hands were so hot that the dildo's surface already felt warm, and she could almost feel it pulsing with life. "Oh, yes, yes, eat me, fuck me," she was groaning, "I goddamn want it all! All!!!" The audience didn't count now. It had excited her soooo much to know that Paul was watching, but he could have been in China now, for all she cared. She was gonna get fucked, and it would be soooo great when it happened! Sabra lifted her head from Beth Ann's pussy. She picked a couple of hairs off her tongue, wiping them on her thigh, and she moved into the open, accomodating spread of Beth Ann's legs. "I'm gonna fuck you, baby," she said. "Mmmmm, I think it was really you I wanted from the start! You look so sweet and innocent, and I was just dying to see what you look like when you come! Mmmmm, Beth Ann, I'm gonna fuck you just like a man. Will you take it like a woman?" "Fuck me," the petite wife urged, taking hold of the dildo and guiding it to her cuntal hole. "Yes, fuck me!" Paul's heart leaped into his throat as he watched Sabra come down onto his wife, as he watched Beth Ann steer the tip of the dildo into her cunt. If he needed any proof that their lives had really, truly taken a startling new direction, this was it. Beth Ann's knees lifted, her pussy rising to meet the dildo's stab, and she gave a wailing cry as it penetrated her hot, wet cunt. Paul felt a stabbing in his own guts as he stared at the dildo's glossy, suck-wet length entering his wife's twat. His cock was in Maggie's mouth, but he could hardly feel that. As he watched his wife getting fucked by Sabra, he could almost sense his own dick buried in Beth Ann, moving in and out of her hole with a growing sense of need and desperation. His nuts were full of cum again. Where was he getting all his strength? His endurance? He didn't know -- he was only aware that he was hotter right now than he had ever been in his whole fucking life! "Where you going, stud?" Maggie teased as he pulled his cock out of her mouth and stood up. "It's young love, hon," Milt Sherman suggested. "Why don't you come over here and suck my cock? I bet you can still taste Beth Ann's shit on it. Mmmm, I knew that would get you hot and juicy, Mag!" Paul knelt beside Sabra and Beth Ann. He took his wife's hand, and she looked up at him, love burning in her bright blue eyes. "Do you really like this?" he asked, watching her writhe and wriggle under the tall blonde Sabra. "Oh, God, I fuckin' loooooove it!" Beth Ann moaned. "Lemme suck your dick while she fucks me, please, honey, please???" He didn't have to be asked twice. He straddled her head and angled his cock down into her mouth. She couldn't take it very deeply from this angle, but she sucked like a piranha at all she could get inside. His cock ached from the strain, and he pulled it free, allowing it to bob upward, and as it did, Sabra captured it in her mouth. Beth Ann nipped at his balls, and the little lovebite made him thrust hard, burying his cock in Sabra's seemingly bottomless orality. He could hear the slap of Sabra's tummy against his wife's, the squishing as the dildo plumbed Beth Ann's absolutely sopping cunt. He could smell the aroused juices of both pussies. He wanted to do more than fuck mouths. "Let's doubleteam Beth Ann," he suggested hoarsely. "Let's both fuck her at the same goddamn time!" "Who gets which hole?" Sabra countered, her tongue gliding up and down Paul's rod in certified nut-busting fashion. "Who gives a shit?" Paul laughed. "Who indeed?" Beth Ann added. Neither Paul nor Beth Ann had ever been in a threeway before, but Sabra seemed to know all the ropes, and she directed them like Erich von Stroheim. She lay down first, and Beth Ann mounted the pussysoaked dildo, its tip easily penetrating the rosebud of her ass. It was, after all, the fourth time today Beth Ann's anus had been entered. She wasn't exactly a virgin in this department any longer. "Oh, Jesus," she said, moving down to bury the dildo in her rectum. She lay atop Sabra, the blonde's hands busy on her tits and pussy, and she fucked up and down in excited, short strokes, feeling the hot bump of the dildo's tip again and again at the bottom of her anal tract. Her legs were spread wide, which increased the hot pressure of the ass muscles on the inserted dildo. Sabra reached down and parted Beth Ann's sweet pink pussylips, baring the slick wet gash to Paul's delighted eyes. He bent down and sucked at the open cunt, his tongue easing inside to find Beth Ann's interior moisture well almost overflowing with excitement. He lapped at her pink, hard clit, until she twitched and moaned in an unexpected rush of orgasmic pleasure. But it was only a preview of the main event! "Fuck me, hon," she said. "Fuck my pussy while Sabra fucks my ass. I want to be the filling in your sandwich." He didn't have to be urged. He mounted her carefully, bringing his cock to her gash. He put the tip against her slash, and the lips opened as eagerly as Sabra's mouth did when confronted with a hard prick. He sank into his wife's aroused pussy, and she screamed to feel him thrust all the way home. "Yes, oh fucking God, yes, yessssss!!!!" Beth Ann shrieked. Her pussy sealed shut around him. He lay gasping atop her, hardly able to move his rod in and out. She was clenched on his meat the way she did in the midst of her orgasm, though he knew that she was nowhere near the real thing this early in the fuck. He worked until he could move his dick, and when he did, her pussy really went crazy! Her legs enfolded him, and she moved deliriously under him, her body stuffed in both holes. He kissed her mouth, and it was a wet swamp of steamy moisture. He leaned past Beth Ann, kissing Sabra too, and her mouth was just as wet and hot. Somehow the three mouths managed to meet, together, and it was impossible to tell whose tongue was where. Beth Ann couldn't believe the sensations that raged within her body. The cock fucking her pussy moved at a slight offset from the dildo that fucked her ass. She barely had time to respond to one thrust before another was underway. Her body bounced up and down, taking the stabs at both openings, and her heels slid up and down the backs of her husband's thighs. She had no idea who she was kissing; she didn't even give a fuck. Sabra's hands milked at her hot hard nipples, sinking into the firmness of her apple-like titties, and again and again and again came those magical, arousing thrusts of dildo and cock, ravishing her pussy and her asshole in tandem. She knew now that it had all been a plot, a plan, that Sabra had calculated hers and Paul's seductions, had manipulated everything that had occurred to them during the last two or three days. And she was glad of it. She could not conceive of returning to a strictly monogamous lifestyle, not after this. She wanted more, she wanted it all!!! And she would get it, too!!! Paul's cock savaged her pussy. He couldn't fuck too hard or too fast to satisfy Beth Ann. She opened herself to him, sucking all of his dick up her cunt, and the opening of her pussy made her anus clench all the more tightly around Sabra Robertson's ass-jammed dildo. Although she was really much too caught up in her own pleasure to care, she did steal a glance at the others. Maggie was getting her husband's cock up the ass right now, and she had her head in Don Robertson's lap as she ate his rod to the balls. We need more guys, Beth Ann thought. What are we gonna do when these hard-ons won't stand up for us? How many more erections could the guys get tonight, for Chrissakes? But then, they could always do each other while they waited for their men to recuperate from the strain of fucking three insatiable pussies. Or maybe Sabra had the number of a good outcall service that could get some fresh meat over here for them? She giggled. Sabra would come up with something. Sabra seemed to have a solution for every problem. But her clit was on fire, and she couldn't hold back another second. "Fuck me, I'm cummmmmming!!!" Beth Ann screamed, and it was true, she was exploding with her rapture. She felt her husband's cock erupt inside her cunt, almost at the same moment, and Sabra's dildo plunged home in her anus, so that she was totally filled. She didn't know what would happen next, what new variations she and Paul would be introduced to, but she knew, as she felt his cum gushing into her twat while he shared her body with another woman, that both she and her husband were ready for anything that might come up, thanks to their exciting new neighbors. Mmmm, she thought, this beats the shit out of the Welcome Wagon! And she found herself looking forward to the day when someone else were the new kids on the block and it was her turn, and Paul's, to turn on the brand new neighbors. THE END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 24