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Authors name: Michael Schumann (fictioneer@indiatimes.com)
Story title : Let's Fuck the New Neighbors 

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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

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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,
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