Janet Mccoy

Hot bed brides

CHAPTER ONE

Ken Tate pushed himself away from his typewriter and went to the front window. He had had enough of writing for one day. His latest spy thriller was going well. He was pleased. With any luck, he'd have it off to the publishers in another couple of weeks.

Right now, Tate had no heart left for spy plots and secret weapons and bodies in alleys. His thoughts were turning to fair damsels, and the building distress in his aching balls.

His wife Annie would be home soon. Tate had plans for her. Just the thought of her lush young body jerked his cock up to half-mast inside his pants.

Tate would be forty-five next birthday. He was in the midst of respectable middle-age. The big muscular writer congratulated himself on the zest for life that had kept him free of the chains that usually went with his age… a nagging, middle-aged wife, screaming kids; a mortgaged house; headaches and more headaches.

Instead of wallowing in misery, Tate was looking forward to the return home of his beautiful nineteen-year-old wife. Annie was in college, and she was always bursting with energy and ideas when she got home from school. He enjoyed listening to her. She was so lovely, with her flushed pink cheeks, her sparkling eyes, her bubbly personality that kept Tate thinking young.

Tate considered himself a very lucky man.

Just this morning, Tate had had a letter from an old buddy. Sam and he had been in college together. They had renewed their acquaintance on and off over the years. It had been a good five years since they had seen each other. Sam had just returned from Europe with a brand-new French wife. They would be arriving for a visit in a couple of days.

Tate could hardly wait to see his friend, and to show off his own beautiful wife. He could not help gloating at the thought that Sam would be jealous. French mam'selle or no, Tate was sure Sam's wife couldn't be any more spectacular than his own sexy Annie.

He forgot everything else as he caught sight of her through the window. She had a way of bouncing when she walked that made her large round tits reach out and grab a man's attention.

At first, Tate had been jealous of the fact that she always wore thin T-shirts, and never a bra. No man could resist ogling her. Her nipples prodded pertly against the thin material of her shirt. Her breasts swayed, just enough to indicate there was nothing artificial holding them in place. Those big firm globes were just Annie… All Annie!

When she had teased him about his jealousy, he had learned to laugh at himself. Now he grinned when he saw men straining their necks out of car windows to get a closer look… when he saw them trip over their own feet to get a few inches closer to her on the sidewalk. He liked to see she was admired. It gave him a secret thrill to know she was alibis!

His cock was throbbing noticeably as he watched the steady bounce, bounce as she hurried toward their comfortable cottage home. She was wearing a short skirt with her T-shirt. Her legs were long and shapely, though just the slightest bit awkward in their movements. That awkwardness sent an extra jolt to Tate's cock. It reminded him that she was still unfinished, still a girl right on the verge or full womanhood. The child-like quality she still bore made him hunger for her. He loved to mold her, to shape her… to make her eager cunt spasm for more of his lusty instruction on the facts of life.

The neighbors' cat Puss was sitting on the sidewalk just outside their gate. She bent over to stroke him. Her ripe round ass-cheeks burst into view. Her white buttocks were separated by a thin wisp of white panties that had been pushed up into the crack between by her day's activity.

Tate's cock was rock-hard now. His fingers could almost feel that smooth supple flesh yielding under their grasp. "Get the hell in here," he grunted aloud. He was ready for Annie.

She straightened up and entered the gate. She saw him watching her through the window and waved gaily. She started to run.

As soon as she entered the front door, Tate grabbed her. "Hello, beautiful! You got here just in time! Bend over, baby!"

While she squealed with delight, he bent her over the back of a chair and pushed her skirt up to her waist. He fondled the curves of her buttocks, relishing the reality that a moment before had been only taunting pictures. Her flesh was cool, from the breeze that had swirled up under her skirt and teased her most sensitive parts. Roughly he pulled on the panties, tearing them, pulling them right off her. She shrieked and wiggled her ass encouragingly.

"Oooohhh, what a nice warm welcome!" She grinned back over her shoulder at him. Her curly long blonde hair fell across her face. She looked wanton and desirable… naughty, in her girlish way. Tate's hand started to caress her wet cunt-slit. "Oooohhh… Tate darling… have you got something in there for me?" She looked significantly at the bulge in his pants. He could see the lust cloud her vision. He shoved two fingers deep into her hot wet pussy.

"Boy, have I, baby! Christ, this cunt is wet! What have you been thinking about all day? Does history turn you on, beautiful?"

"Don't be silly! What turned me on was remembering your nice hard cock slipping into my cunt this morning when I was still half-asleep. I've been walking on Cloud Nine all day… and all because of you… Mmmmmmmm…" She rotated her buttocks lewdly backward, shoving her cunt down deep onto his impaling fingers. "Uuuuuuhh! I like that!"

Having a nineteen-year-old wife kept Tate young and in shape. He knew that to keep such a greedy young creature satisfied, he had to be on his toes all the time. They made love two or three times a day. Yet it never became boring or routine. Annie inspired him. All she had to do was move a leg, wiggle a toe… and his cock leapt to attention. She was better for him than a drink straight out of the Fountain of Youth! She was his own private piece of the Rock!

He pulled down his fly and freed the tingling shaft of his stiff cock. He guided the bloated head up between her ass-cheeks. With one smooth motion, he replaced the two fingers in her cunt with hard filling cock. His cock-tip slipped all the way up inside, until it collided with her rubbery cervix.

"Aaaaiiieeeee! Ooooohhh, it's soooo ni-i-i-ice!" His sudden entry had knocked the wind right out of Annie. She felt weak, defenseless, filled to brimming with pleasure. As he began to stroke his cock in and out of her clutching cunt, she gradually started to move back to meet him. She mewled wantonly as she relished the delicious hot urgency that was forcing her cunt-walls wide apart. All day long – any time she had a free moment – Annie thought about cock and cunt, screwing and sucking. She considered herself a very sensual girl. She loved to make love. Any time Tate gave her his cock, she was happy. "Ooohh Ta-a-ate! Screw meeeee! Make me feel good-d-d."

Tate could feel the sweat beading on his forehead. He willed his muscles to obey him as he gathered up the strength to screw the young beauty senseless. The sight of her firm squirming ass-cheeks, her blonde hair flying wildly around her head… the feel of her hot cunt-walls… all these combined to give him the courage of a man of steel. He was in control now. He would make his own pleasure out of watching her come unglued. He loved the feverish way she responded to his lusty pounding.

They were far enough from the window that Tate was confident they could not be seen from outdoors. But they had a clear view of the odd passerby on the sidewalk beyond the wire mesh fence. Tate could see that Annie was too aroused to pay any attention to the view. He himself got a prurient thrill out of watching business as usual on the street while he sent his long cock deep up into his wife's tight young hole. "Uuuuuhhh Christ… baby… there's no pussy like your pussy!"

Each time he gave her one of his lewd compliments, she seemed to wiggle even more furiously than before. He knew she liked to wallow in the sheer abandoned perversion of lovemaking. She liked it when he talked to her. When he told her how hot and wet her cunt was. It was part of the way they liked to do it together. When she summoned up the control to utter something better than incoherent moans, she returned his compliments.

"Oh God, Tate! Your cock's so big and filling in meee! Oh, I love the way you screw me, lover! My cunt's been hot for you all day!" Her ass slammed back hard against his loins. He watched the amazing suppleness of the smooth flesh as she threw her buttocks first one way and then the other. Annie had been studying belly dancing at school and she could move muscles most other women didn't even know existed. It made making love to her that much more exciting. She had great control of her cunt-muscles too!

"Jee-zuz, Annie! You make it fucking hard for a guy to hold onto it! Shit, your pussy's trying to suck the cum right out of me!" His fingers dug into her hips. He lunged deep into her welcoming cunt.

She giggled recklessly. His deep lunge drove a gasp from her throat. "It's going to get it too!" she taunted him. "Oh yesss! I want to feel your cum in me, all wet and squishy! Mmmmmm!"

As he watched old Mrs. Moore totter by outside on her cane, he slammed his cock again and again as far into Annie's cunt as it would go. Outside images grew distant and vague. The only reality was the intense fire surging from his young wife's twat.

His balls were growing heavier and heavier. The heat of their coupling grew more and more urgent. It was overwhelming him. Her cunt had become hot as hell, and tempting as paradise.

"Oooooohhh, Tate… I'm cummmmmming-g-g!" Her voice was shaky, desperate, blissful, the way it always was when she war in the throes of orgasm. Her buttocks ground heedlessly fuck at him. He let himself be overwhelmed by her energy.

"Uuuuhhk… here it cums, baby! All the wet and squishes you can handle! Jeez-z!" When the last of his hot load had shot up into her cunt, he grabbed her around the chest and bent over her, waiting to recover his strength. He cupped a tit in each hand. Her was as content as a man could be.

When they had ridden out the doldrums of bliss, they got around to the 'hello' kiss. "Did you have a good day, baby?"

"Oh yes. And the best part just happened." She smiled wickedly at him and headed for the kitchen. "How about some cookies and milk?"

"Make mine a beer!" He followed her into the kitchen. She had pulled her skirt down over her ass, bat it pleased him to think that her buttocks were bare underneath. And his cum-juices were right now trickling down her thighs. She sipped her milk. Her big brown eyes watched him over the rim of her glass.

"Good news, Annie. Remember Sam? He's coming for a visit in a couple of days. He just got back from France, and he's got himself a brand new French wife."

"Great. Maybe she'll let me practice my French on her."

"I don't see why not."

"Well, I'm pretty bad. But it'd help a lot to have someone who's really French to talk to. The kids at school are mostly worse than I am."

"That's only natural. You can't expect your average kids at school to hold a candle to you, baby. You're precocious."

Her brown eyes flashed. Her milk was three-quarters gone. "I am, aren't I?"

"You bet. Let me have a couple of those cookies."

"Have as many as you want. I've changed my mind. I think I'd like to have some sausage instead." She stared at him boldly.

Tate could feel himself weakening. He knew that, within five minutes, she would have his cock hard and throbbing all over again. She would have his swollen cock deep in the moist loving confines of her greedy mouth.

"I almost hate to let old Sam see what a lucky guy I am. He's liable to roll over and die of jealousy. Sam's always been a little jealous of me, anyway."

"He may not be doing too badly, French women are famous as lovers."

"Who needs the French? I've got Annie!" He pinched her hardened nipple as he headed for the refrigerator and another beer.

CHAPTER TWO

Sam tipped the bellboy as soon as he had placed the bottle of bourbon, the ice bucket and their chilled glasses on the little glass coffee table. He hustled the handsome youth out of their hotel room and turned to face his wife.

Mimi was calmly preparing their drinks. As usual, she looked beautiful. She had slipped into a filmy pink peignoir trimmed with fur. He had resented the way the bellboy eyed her in that one moment before he started to back him out of the room. Obviously, even in an exclusive hotel like this one, Mimi stood out one notch above the rest. Mimi… with her dark flashing eyes, her curly black hair that reached just to chin length, her well-chiseled features that recalled a model or a women of leisure.

Mimi was not a model, but she was a woman of leisure. She had never lifted a finger in her life. She had always been pampered by men, first her father, then her first husband, and now Sam. Sam was not wealthy, but he was comfortable, thanks to an inheritance from his father, who had worked himself into an early grave establishing a business that would spare Sam and his sister the need ever to work. For appearance's sake, Sam did work, from time to time. He lectured in English literature at various universities in the States and overseas. His reputation as a minor poet and his income, he knew, were the two things that had drawn Mimi to him. Not that he thought she didn't love him. He was pretty sure that she did love him, as much as Mimi had ever loved anybody.

But Mimi was a practical woman. She would never have sacrificed comfort for love. Only when she was assured that she could live the way she wanted and needed to, could Mimi relax enough to learn to love. She had learned to love Sam.

"I wish to hell, Mimi, that you wouldn't flaunt yourself in front of every guy in sight."

Calmly, Mimi stirred her bourbon and, ice with her finger. She seemed to enjoy the melodious tinkle of the ice against the glass. "Don't be silly, Sam. I look. That ees all. I can't help eet eef that surprises the American men." Mimi didn't let Sam upset her. She knew by now that he was an excitable man and, a jealous one. She liked his possessiveness. But she also enjoyed the obvious interest in the eyes of so many of the American men she had admired since their arrival at Kennedy airport. American men were in general so much bigger and stronger looking than Frenchmen. And they were so bold in their looks. Mimi liked that. She liked to look straight into a stranger's eyes and make love to him a little with her soul. American men had her intrigued.

Sam began to feel abashed. He started to worry that he was worrying about nothing. In fact, he realized that Mimi did nothing in particular to attract men's attention. She just was. And that was enough to interest the avenge red-blooded American male. Sam decided he was going to keep a close eye on Mimi while they were in America. While he was pretty sure that Mimi was too lazy to launch any major campaign to go out and get laid, he had his suspicions that, if the opportunity were offered by the right man, she would be willing…

Slowly, Mimi rose and walked over to the king-sized bed. She was wearing very high black heels that accentuated her already provocative wiggle. He could see the enticing bulges where her ass-cheeks strained against the opaque material of her peignoir. His cock throbbed. "I'm sorry, Mimi. I know I shouldn't get so jealous… but Jee-zuz, I can't help it. You're such a damned good-looking woman! You can't blame me for trying to defend my territory just like any old dog guarding his sheep." Sam was from Oklahoma, and occasionally it showed in his language. Though normally, he sounded like any other English professor, when he was emotionally overwrought, he found comfort in returning to his roots. Oklahoma was still planted deep in Sam's soul.

Pleasant pangs of excitement pulsed through Mimi's veins. She liked attention. She had been getting a lot of it since she came to America, both from her husband and from strangers. She was in the mood for more.

She drained her bourbon and stretched back languorously against the pillows. She spread her thighs wide. Her robe fell open so the thick black curls of her cunt-hair were exposed to Sam's view. She wriggled her ass-cheeks up off the bed. "Eat my cunt, Sam darleeng… I am so hungry for eet." Though Mimi already spoke good English when she met Sam, it was he who had taught her her new vocabulary of 'naughty' words. She liked the feel of them on her tongue. She used them a lot in private. "Don't you like my pussy?" She could see by the gleam in his eye that he did.

Sam poured himself another shot of bourbon and drained it. He wiped his neat goatee with the back of his hand. He started toward the bed. In all his years of experience, Sam had never met a cunt like Mimi's cunt. She did things to him no woman before her had ever been able to do. Any invitation from Mimi was like a one-way ticket to heaven. He never could refuse her. Mimi had revived the sex drive he had thought he was losing. She made him feel like a ravenous kid again.

At first he had worried about taking on a wife almost twenty years his junior. He wasn't sure if he could keep up with her. He was delighted to find that there were no problems in that direction. He should have stopped worrying, but Sam was a chronic worrier. It was a basic part of his makeup. So he still saw every man that Mimi looked at as a potential threat. Every time she opened her legs for him, the threat evaporated, for a while. He needed the assurance of her hot cunt, the way other men needed praise from the boss or a winning score from their favorite team.

"Not so fast, Sammee… I want to see your cock. Get eet out for me."

Sam loved the way she said 'cock', the way the word exploded from her mouth. It made his cock throb to hear her. Slowly, relishing her interest, he pulled down his zipper, pulled out his swelling cock.

Her red lips formed an enticing oval. "Ooooh… eet ees so beautiful!" Her dark-thatched pussy wiggled impatiently. "Now, eat my cunt!"

He crawled between her thighs, his stiffened cock bouncing beneath him. He reached for the moist lips of her pink pussy and spread them wide. Her cunt-slit gaped open for him. A drop of moisture made her hole gleam like a diamond. He stuck out his tongue and stabbed her right in her vulnerable little cunt.

"Eeeeeeee… Her dark head, relaxed back on the pillows. Her eyes closed dreamily. Mimi enjoyed the wonderful freedom of being able to yield up all responsibility for her pleasure to the capable talents of her loving husband. She knew Sam would do everything in his power to make her feel good. And she loved to feel good. Oh, how she loved it…! Mmmmmmm… more… I like that… oui… like that!"

Sam's greatest satisfaction was to hear the sounds of pleasure burst from his wife's lips when he was loving her the way she liked it. He considered himself an expert on the little ways to bring a woman pleasure. Mimi appreciated them all. She praised him loudly. Her cunt flared hot and wet for him. She bathed his ego in lusty passion.

His hard cock swayed under him as he worked. He pushed her legs wide open and buried his face in her cunt. He stabbed his tongue again and again far into the clasping depths of her pussy. His lips nibbled her soft fleshy cunt-lips. They sucked on the hard bud of her clitoris. When he could feel her growing weaker under him, he delivered the coup de grace. He licked his tongue savagely up and down, up and down, the whole length of her pulsing pussy. He stabbed her asshole on each downward thrust. He attacked her clitoris at the top of the ride. He thought from listening to her that she would go put of her mind with excitement. "A aaahhhhhh… ooooohhhh, Sammeeee… I'm cunimmmmeeng-g-g!" She was lost in the warm wash of pleasure. Mimi reacted strongly to stimuli. Attention from strange men. Jealousy from her husband. Hot lips on her curd. The knowledge that Sam's stiff cock was there, hot and throbbing for her. Each element added an extra notch to her abandon. When it came, her orgasm was tense furious explosion.

It made her greedy for more. She ground her cunt into his face harder than ever.

Once he got this first testimony to his skill as a lover, Sam liked to break all records in taking his woman still higher… and higher. Listening to Mimi cum made his balls ache. It made his cock swell that last millimeter to aching rigidity. He dove more furiously into the slick well of her cunt. His mouth worked with the skill of a musician's fingers on the keyboard. He sucked the warm pussy-juices right out of her.

Mimi liked to be pampered by her lover. Once he had selflessly brought her her first tastes of pleasure, then she was ready to give as well as she got. It was part of a ritual with her. She liked to show her power, her value by making the man come to her. Then, when he had slaved for her just long enough, she immersed herself in the joy of being slave to another's lust. She abandoned her pretenses. She let down her hair.

"Move thees way, Sam. I want to suck your cock while you eat me." Those sexy words in that matter-of-fact voice sent a jolt of passion through the length and breadth of Sam's body. Without taking his face from between her legs, he worked himself around so his hard cock was positioned in front of her face. He tongued her clitoris with sensual abandon, waiting for the moment her skilled mouth would attack his swollen cock. "Mmmmmm, Mimi honey… You have got the sweetest little cunt! It tastes so good! Better than eggs to a possum!"

He felt her slender fingers clutch his cock. His cock was so sensitized, he could feel her hot breath pouring over it as she prepared herself to take his whole girth between her lips. "Oooohh, Sammee… I love your cock, eet ees soooo beautiful! Mmmmmmm…"

It was happening. The tight oval of her lips was slipping down, down over the fleshy hardness of his cock-shaft. She was bathing his whole throbbing cock in a warm clinging wash of liquid ambrosia. "Aaiieee… oh Mimi baby! What a mouth!"

Without giving him even an instant to accustom himself to her hot mouth-pleasure, she began to work her lips back and forth over his cock. She grew more aggressive, raising her head up so her mouth was actually working up and down, coating his cock with slick steaming saliva. She straddled his face with her loins, mounting his tongue. She ground her cunt down against his mouth, matching the rhythm of her hips to that of her bobbing head.

Sam was rapidly losing consciousness of everything but the heated lips and tongue servicing his cock… and the savory pussy lurching down against big face. Like a driven animal, he strained his neck upward to stab every hidden fold and crevice of her hungry cunt. While his lips gobbled up her juices, his hips began to squirm upward. Hs was driving his cock up into her mouth now, feeding himself to her. Forcing her to suck his cock at the pace his loins dictated.

Mimi was more than a match for his building lust. Strange little sounds burst out around his turgid cock as she struggled to overwhelm him with the skilled gyrations of her lips and her mobile tongue.

Her tongue stabbed recklessly into the slit in his glans, probing for drops of love juices, licking them up greedily. Fed with the inciting taste of his fluids, her tongue swirled round and round his cocktip, slipping on down until suddenly his whole cock was up inside her greedy throat. She tightened her lips around the base of his cock, then started her hypnotic up and down rhythm. Just as he was getting used to the tempo of her pleasure, she switched gears on him, changed her technique. Overwhelmed him again with the enthusiasms and imagination of her tongue-loving.

Bight from the first time he had made love to her, Sam had known that he had to have Mimi for his own. He thought she was a sensational lover, far better than any American woman he had ever known. Mimi could feel and respond with every inch of herself. When she was in the mood, her whole body was a sex organ. That was what made her so special. That was why a blowjob from Mimi was unlike any he had ever had elsewhere. Her mouth was so supple. Her tongue was so greedy. She threw all of herself into the act. She made him vibrate all over with pleasure, the way she herself was doing.

Stimulated by her wanton abandon, Sam nuzzled her cunt like a bear ferreting for honey. He sniffed and poked and licked and blew on her hot hole until Mimi was squirming and squealing for more. With an evil grin, he drew on further reserves of strength, forcing himself to give her what she wanted… determined to make this next orgasm something special for her, the way he wanted them all to be for her. "Ya-hoo! What a woman I've got!" He allowed himself just enough time to blurt out the words, then he returned his mouth to her damp spasming cunt.

With all her Gaelic joy in sex, Mimi nudged her pussy into her husband's face. The brunette was on an endless high. Her body was tingling. Her mind was buzzing with thoughts and sensations. She remembered the way the handsome taxi driver on the way over to the hotel had eyed her in the rear-view mirror. She remembered the smiles and furtive second looks that had greeted her in the lobby. She remembered the bellboy's wistful gaze. America was such an exciting place. Already the young bride knew she was going to have a wonderful time here.

Fiercely, she drove her mouth down again and again onto Sam's thick throbbing cock. She loved to feel the tip of his cock nose its way deep into the back of her throat. She took pride in being able to take all her husband's cock on every instroke. It was a feat she had repeated with every man she had ever known. The woman had a natural talent for opening her throat deep for cock.

"Mmmmmmm… hhnnnhhhhh…" Her nerveendings were on fire. Mimi was going out of her mind with excitement. Her mouth worked faster. Her hips kept up with her mouth. She was pounding Sam's face mercilessly. Her talented tongue showed no mercy to his cock either. With all the energy of her released sexuality, she willed Sam to ride the high ride with her. "Oooohhhh… I'm cuuuumm-eeennngggg-g-g!"

For the second time that evening, Mimi felt the explosive sparklers of orgasm shoot through her. Even as she enjoyed the jolting happiness in her cunt, she forced herself to return her mouth to her husband's cock. She wanted Sam's cum-juices. She wanted to suck them right out of him. With the tempting song of Satan, her mouth fluttered over his swollen cock.

Sam was sure there was no man on earth who could resist Mimi once she set her mind to sucking out his juices. The big man grunted and shot his loins downward as he started to pump his hot cum into her mouth. "Uuuuhhh… shit! Eat my cum, Mimi honey!"

It was not necessary for Sam to encourage his wife in her task. Swallowing his thick load was her reward for a job well done. She took it all down with wanton relish. She sucked his cock-tip for the last stray drops. Sure at last that she had all there was to get, she began to mewl contentedly, pulling gently on his deflating cock as though it were a pacifier.

Sam lay heavily on her, savoring the relaxation that made his body shun all thought of effort. He rested his cheek against her cunt-mound. For a moment he thought of his old buddy Ken Tate. Tate's eyes would bug out for sure when he saw Mimi. Sam would be the proudest man in town. This time, he knew that he had out-matched his old friendly rival.

As far as Sam was concerned, there wasn't a woman in the whole U.S.A. who could hold a candle to Mimi.

CHAPTER THREE

Tom Blanchard was president of the college student body. He was an ambitious young man. Irk liked to keep his fingers on the pulse of what was going cm around him. He made friends easily, and he worked at maintaining those friendships. There would be times in his ambitious future, he knew, when he would need all the friends he could muster. Tom intended to go into politics.

It wasn't always ambition that motivated his interest, in his fellow students. His interest in Annie Tate, for instance, was founded purely in lust. Every time he saw those big firm tits bouncing in his direction… every time those sparkling brown eyes smiled at him… Tom's cock throbbed to attention. Tom knew that Annie was no cock-tease. What she promised, she made good on… and no strings attached.

He knew Annie was married to a man more than twenty years older than she. He could understand where Annie might want a little on the side.

He himself was engaged to the daughter of a state senator. His fiancee was holding out for marriage. The most he ever got out of her was a quick feel in a dark movie house. So everything Tom got, he had to get on the side.

Which made him and Annie perfect for each other. They didn't spend a lot of time together, but the time they did spend was hot and intense.

Tom emerged quickly from the office of the student council when he saw Annie's familiar bounce as she headed across campus. "Hey, Annie!"

She turned and waved and started to bounce in his direction. She was wearing her usual thin T-shirt, over her lush tits. The sight of their unrestrained movement made Tom's cock groan to half-erection. As she came closer, he could see her nipples poking through the material.

"HI, Annie. Got a few minutes?" Then, just as if there were someone listening, he provided himself with a cover. "I want to talk to you about helping to organize the Renaissance carnival." Tom was getting into the habit of politics early. "Oh, sure." Annie followed him easily into the student union building and down the stain to the basement, where the offices of the college paper were located. There was no one downstairs at this hour, and Annie knew exactly what was on Tom's mind. That was fine with her.

Though she loved Tate very much and enjoyed all the wonderful sex they had together, Annie could not bring herself to shut herself off to other men at such a tender age. She had started screwing when she was fourteen and, as far as Annie was concerned, she was just now whetting her appetite.

She liked to screw men she liked. Though she quite honestly could not see where that would hurt her relationship with Tate, she suspected that Tate would not approve. So she did not tell him.

Things worked fine the way they were. She was happy. And Tate was happy. And wasn't that what marriage was all about!

As soon as they were down the stairs, Tom grabbed her by the arm and pulled her under the stairs. His mouth searched hungrily for hers. His hand pulled her T-shirt out of her jeans and slipped up underneath. It fondled the smooth curves of her soft fleshy tits. To his pleasure, her nipples grew hard. They pressed into his palm. Tom's cock was already hard as a rock.

"Mmmmmmmm…" Annie's tongue dueled fiercely with Tom's. She yielded her young tits into his groping hand with lusty abandon. She could feel the juices lubricating her twat. Her hips began to wriggle, driving her cunt against his groin. Annie wasn't the kind of girl who needed a lot of warming up. When she was ready, she was ready!

Tom's mouth worked its way over her face, kissing her eyelids, her cheeks, her chin. He scarcely realized what he was doing. His thoughts were with his hand, and with the resilient feel of her big breasts. "Oh baby… I'm so glad I spotted you out there! I've been thinking about you all morning!"

Annie had been thinking about Tate all the morning, and about the wonderful screw they had shared before she had to leave for school. But she was finding it easy now to refocus her attention. She could feel the pressure of Tom's swollen erection straining against her belly. Boldly, she reached for his fly and pulled down his zipper.

The cool wash of air on his sensitized cock brought Tom back to his senses. "Hey, beautiful, if we're going to keep this up, we'd better find some place more private. I can't afford to be caught with my cock hanging out, it sure feels good thought."

Annie was impatient for the pleasure of that thick pulsing cock. She held it firmly in her grasp and looked challengingly up at Tom. "Okay, whatever you say… but let's do it… quick!"

He dragged her by his cock back to an unmarked locked door. He unlocked the door quickly and pulled her in after him. He closed the door and pulled the string of an overload light. They were in a closet. A large closet, full of paper supplies in the newspaper. There was just barely enough room for them to take one pace in either direction. But that didn't bother Tom… or Annie.

The passion they had demonstrated under the stirs seemed pale in comparison to what bunt from them now. Their hands knew no bounds. They grappled impatiently with one another's clothes until finally, in desperation, they took their hands from one another's bodies long enough to remove their own garments.

They stood naked, staring at each other. He, long and lean. She rounded richly in ail the right places. Her pink nipples poking out at him. Her blonde pussy-hair beckoning bun to enter into the jungle…

Of one accord, they reached out to grab. She took hold of his long hard cock and began to stroke it. He clutched a tit in one hand and investigated the damp burrow of her cunt with the other.

"Hhhnnnhhh…" she sighed as she ground her pussy down onto his invading finger. Her hips went round and round in her belly dancing rhythm, asking for more. He gave her another finger, and fingerfucked her faster. Her hand moved back and forth along his stiff cock to the same rhythm established in her wet cunt.

Tom knew his way around this closet. With his foot, he pulled out a small stool that was under a bottom shelf. He helped Annie up onto it. At this height, her pussy was raised just enough to make the perfect angle for his cock. He burrowed his cock in between her thighs, through the kinky jungle, along the slick wet path.

His cock-tip found the opening to her juicy pussy and slipped right on up inside. His cock kept on going, until it found the far reaches of her cunt. He pulled back, until only his cock-head was still in her warm hole. Then he shoved it up into her again. And again. And again.

"Oooooohhh… Tommmmm…" Her voice sounded loud and desperate. Tom whispered to her to keep it down, and she did the best she could. But Annie was not in the best position for controlling her emotions. Her guts told her to moan, and moan she did. She managed to keep the volume down to a dull shriek.

"Uuuuhhh, Annie! Your pussy feels so hot and wet… uuuhh, Jee-zuz-z-z! You're so fucking sexy, Annie! You know… it's hard to believe sometimes that you're only nineteen…"

"Oohhh… you're forgetting, Tommy… I've had the best instruction."

He wasn't sure if he liked that remark. It seemed indelicate, somehow, to allude to husbands and other lovers at a time like this. But his annoyance quickly fled. It was swept away by the heated clasp of her talented pussy-muscles as they sucked his cock deep up inside, time after time after time… It was hard to be mad at a woman who had his cock up in her snatch, and who was showing it such a good time.

Annie closed her eyes tight and tensed all the muscles in her face. She thrust her ass back into Tom's hands on the back stroke, lunged her pussy down onto his cock on her forward glide. Through her mind floated lewd images of the perversion of what they were doing. Right above their heads right now, one floor up, other students were talking and drinking coffee and reading. They knew nothing of the lively coupling taking place practically under their noses, in the midst of a serious school day.

Surprise encounters like this one were what made school so exciting for Annie. Sure, she enjoyed her courses. She liked to learn new things. But it was more fun to learn from experience than from a book or a lecture. What she and Tom were doing right now was the nitty-gritty of life. It was where the action was. Annie could not prevent her adventurous soul from following where excitement lay.

She had several lovers scattered across the campus. Boys, or men, that she saw from time to time. They all enjoyed lurid escapades as much as she did. There was scarcely an isolated corner, a locked door, on campus that Annie didn't know about.

Sometimes it was all Annie could do to keep a straight face when Tate asked her what she had learned in school today. She would have loved to tell him, but wisdom told her not to. She spread her thighs wide on the little stool and squatted down onto his cock. She was getting it deep. Each forward thrust made her knees want to buckle. She clutched fiercely at Tom's arms. He and his stiff cock were all that kept her on her feet. "Oh Tom… Your cock's getting into me far-r-r! Mmmmmm, I love it! Do it to me! Screw meee!"

Tom was only too happy to oblige. His cock was so hard, it was aching. His loins surged relentlessly upward, forcing his cock deep into her hot hole. Each moan he forced from her lips made his cock that much harder. Toni felt almost as if he was overloaded. He couldn't imagine being any more excited than he was at each successive instant. Yet he kept climbing higher and higher.

He screwed her harder, faster. His teeth bit at his lips, trying to eke out another ounce of strength and, endurance. He could feel her pussy-walls tugging at him, frying to milk the juices out of him. He wanted to give them to her, but there was no time. He still had miles to go… won up, on up…

A lusty glow lit up Annie's features. Her body started to shake. Her voice grew husky, desperate. "Uuuuuhhh… ooooohhh yeah… I'm… oh, I'm… cummmminh-h-h!" She breathed hard as his cock continued to pound up into her. Her orgasm had taken away the last of her strength. She couldn't keep it up this way any longer.

Impulsively, she grabbed hold of a lewd idea. She broke free of his grasp and fell to her knees on the little stool. Her mouth groped for his cock. She took it deep into her throat. Greedily, she licked up the hot juices of her excitement. She submitted willingly as Tom gripped her head and held it while he wildly screwed her mouth.

Tom knew Annie was a sexy woman, but she was outdoing herself at this time. The blonde had given his libido a zesty jolt by replacing her cunt with her mouth on his aching hard member. The thought of her baby mouth licking the juices of their screwing from his cock made him quiver. The sight of her energetic greed made him grunt in mounting abandon. He began to relax. He knew now that his orgasm was waiting safely around the corner. She had given him just the right nudge to take him there.

Grinning salaciously, he rocked his hips rhythmically forward, screwing her face with his thick pulsing cock. Her mouth opened wide for him. She slurped hungrily on him, as if he were an all-day sucker and she a greedy child. His groans joined hers in an erotic medley that immersed them both in the abandon of their lewd game.

Annie had found a new satisfaction in becoming the slave to Tom's unrequited lust. Her cunt throbbed in happy memory of her orgasm while she licked and slurped on his hard cock, trying every technique she could think of to bring him the climax she knew he craved. Toni was a tense young man. He had a lot of things on his mind. It was often difficult for him to let himself go.

Annie always felt a little extra pride when she forced Tom to forget himself and his ambition long enough to float off in the calm forgetfulness of orgasm. She had to work a little harder for his hot thick cum, and that somehow made it even more desirable a prize.

Her soft young lips fluttered over his cock-head, just barely touching the sensitized flesh. Her mouth closed tight over his cock and slipped down and back up, over and over again. Until she could tell by the sound of his groans that he was not going to be able to hold out on her much longer.

She reached for his balls and stroked them while her mouth continued its devoted work. The added attention was all it took to force Tom that little extra way. Suddenly he was cuming. He was shooting his semen into Annie's waiting mouth. And she was swallowing it as happily as a lamb feeding on its mammy's teat.

"Uuuuuuhhh… Christ… I'm cumming! Swallow it, Annie! Swallow it all!" His hands gripped her thick curly hair. He watched with fascination as she swallowed all his heated load. When her mouth backed off his cock, it was clean and shining, and rapidly losing size.

Tom slumped down onto the pile of their clothes to catch his breath. He grinned at the smiling blonde who was watching him attentively. Savoring the signs of his pleasure. "It sure is good news, every time I see you, Annie. You're some woman."

That was what Annie liked to hear! She prided herself on being a woman of great natural talent. After all men were always telling her she was. Why shouldn't she believe them?

Dressed and ready to face the rest of the day, they parted at the closet door. Tom determined it would tie safer if they went upstairs singly. "See you, Annie." He kissed her swiftly and disappeared up the stairs.

Annie sat on the bottom step for a while and relived the excitement of the past half-hour. Part of the thrill of sex, for Annie, was reliving it later in her mind. Just the thought of the enjoyment she had known brought a new surge of moisture to her every-ready twat.

CHAPTER FOUR

"Typical fuck-up. Now I have to go down to the airline office and straighten out these damn tickets. Come on, Mimi. May as well get it over with."

Mimi was lying on their hotel-room bed in her pink peignoir. It was almost five in the afternoon, but Mimi had not yet gotten around to getting dressed. She and Sam had been making love since the morning. They hadn't been seeing a lot of New York, but Mimi didn't mind. She felt sexy, and slinky as a cat. She stretched and yawned.

"I don't really feel like eet right now, Sam darleeng."

"But we're supposed to fly out to see Tate tomorrow, Mimi. We can't put it off until the last minute."

The French brunette could not understand how her husband could be so agitated after such a relaxing day. Sometimes Sam's capacity for worrying annoyed her, though she didn't let it show. Instead, she sought time alone to mellow out on her own. "Why don't you go without me, Sam? You know, you took a lot out of me, today. I don't theenk I could walk eef I had to."

She had struck just the right chord to balm Sam's ego. After a compliment like that, Sam could not stay angry. He had worn his poor little wife out! Of course he would go and do this nasty chore on his own. "See you later, Mimi honey. Don't you worry about a thing. Just relax and get your strength back."

He blew her a kiss from the door which Mimi returned languidly. As soon as he was gone, she called room service for a bottle of Calvados and an evening paper. She thought it might be fun to talk to that cute bellhop for a few minutes, now that she was free of Sam's watchful eye.

The man who appeared at the door was not the bellhop who had been serving them for the past couple of days. This one was taller and older and much more sure of himself. He was just as good-looking, and he looked Mimi straight in the eye. She was interested.

With her flawless French cool, she remained unruffled as he set the bottle and the paper on her bedside table and stared blatantly at the generous cleavage exposed by her carelessly closed peignoir. She stared just as blatantly at his crotch, then back up into his eyes.

"Anything else I can do for you, madam?" His tone said much more than his words.

Mimi wondered what such a sharp-looking guy was doing as a bellhop. He looked too old to be working his way through college. She wondered if there were other things that went on in a bellhop's job. For instance, he didn't seem the least bit surprised by her informal attire, or by her frank interested look. He acted like he had met the situation before.

The thought that she was not the first bold lady he had met on the job excited Mimi. She felt very wicked and very sexy. Sam's day-long labors over her hot cunt had her very relaxed, and very greedy. With Mimi, the more she got, the more she wanted. She hadn't intended to seduce the man who brought her liquor and the paper. But then, she hadn't put on something more modest either.

"Do you have time to try some of my Calvados? Do you know eet? Eet ees very good." She was delighted when he picked up the bottle and started to pout.

"I'm the best bellhop they've got here. Nobody gives me any trouble. I have all the time I need." He sat on the edge of the bed next to her and proposed a toast. "To the beautiful French lady in Room Three Fourteen."

Mimi blushed with pleasure and took a long draught of her drink. Her cunt was still wet under her dressing gown from her day's passion. The nearness of this handsome American stranger was making it wetter. "And to new acquaintances in new lands." She took another drink. He immediately refilled her glass. "You are very qeeck."

"That's how you get by where I grew up, lady. You're either 'queeck' or you're pushing up daisies."

"And where did you grow up?"

"Right here in good old New York. On the wrong side of the tracks, you might say."

She noticed the defensiveness with which he referred to his background. His stiff pride appealed to her. "What does that matter? Een America, every man can be president."

"I never did care much for fairytales."

She liked him. He was very well groomed, very handsome… but he had this all-male toughness that reminded her of men she had known in Marseilles. "My name ees Mimi. What ees yours?"

"Howard. I prefer Hawk."

She reached out and touched his arm. She had decided about him. "Well, Hawk… I like you. You are a very beautiful man."

Her soft words in her soft French accent were getting to him. "I like you too, Mimi. You're a very beautiful lady." He put down his glass and accepted the invitation of her open arms. His mouth bore down on hers. As soon as he sensed her eager response, his passion grew savage. He climbed on top of her, stretched full-length over her. His hand pushed open her peignoir and groped for her firm tits. He fondled them roughly until he felt the nipples sticking up like little daggers. Then he reached for her cunt.

It was sopping wet!

"Jee-zuz, Mimi… you sure are wet… you and your husband must have been busy before he left." He sank two fingers deep into her hot pussy and felt her cunt-muscles grip them fiercely. He started to fingerfuck her.

"Oooohhh… I like to make love…" she whispered into his ear. Her tongue followed his words, sending shivers of naked pleasure up and down his spine. Her language grew bolder. The sheer daring of what she was doing had Mimi feeling weak with passion. "Mmmm… I like my cunt to feel good. Where ees your cock? I want eet. I want to feel good."

Hawk was beginning to understand where the French got their reputation as lovers. If they were all like this black-haired beauty, the whole country must be doing it all the time. "I'd sure like to make your cunt feel good for you. It feels awful nice and hot in there!"

He leapt to his feet and quickly stripped off his neat black uniform. His cock sprang long and hard from his pants. He watched her eyes sparkle as she stared at it. "What do you think, Mimi? Do you think it'll do the job."

"Oh yes," she crooned. "Eet ees very beautiful. Eet makes my cunt hungry to look at eet."

"Damn, you're a sexy woman!" He straddled her half naked body. He gazed down at her firm round tits with their hard nipples, at the thick dark patch of her pussy-hair. Hawk was feeling luckier by the minute. His hand reached for his cock and guided it in between her thighs. His balls throbbed as she nudged her cunt up to meet him.

His cock-head caught a free ride in the moisture that coated her pussy. It slipped right up inside her cunt as easily as a knife cuts mustard. Hawk was riot prepared for the ecstatic close clasp of her tight pussy.

"Uuuuuuhh, Jee-zuz! It feels mighty good up in there, Mimi."

"Oooohh, yessss! My cunt ees… uuuhhh! C'est magnifique!"

The language of love on her lips drove Hawk into a superhuman effort. He began to move his cock in and out of her cunt in long deep, forceful strokes. Lusty grunts escaped his throat each time her pussy tugged on his throbbing cock. This wasn't the first time Hawk had been seduced by a guest in the hotel, but it was certainly the first time he had had so much fun at it. The dark-eyed stranger had stripped away all his New Yorker's defenses. Hawk was operating on a primitive level of pure lust. "Uuuuhhh, Jeez-z-z!" Her loins were thrusting up against him. They, seemed to be frying to buck him right off, an impression belied by the possessive clutch of hot cunt.

Mimi had not tried anything so bold since her marriage to Sam, a few months before. The excitement of her brazen behavior turned her on. She wanted to savor the experience fully. She wanted to let loose. It was so thrilling to have a new man riding her, when her pussy was still wet from her husband's orgasms.

Mimi was not the kind of woman who could feel guilty about what she was doing. She was used to being pampered. She was used to getting everything she wanted. This handsome American was bringing her pleasure. She deserved pleasure. Therefore, what they were doing could not be bad.

"Oh let me get on to it. Pleeze! I want to do eet to you!"

Her sexy plea made Hawk's cock lurch. He rolled over onto his back in one smooth motion that took her with him. His cock didn't even lose contact with her steaming pussy. He watched her impatiently throw aside her peignoir. Naked and proud, she threw back her head, and began to raise and lower her buttocks over his stiff cock. She moved quickly at first, then more slowly. She was teasing him. She grinned down at him to see how he was standing up under her torture.

He grabbed hold of her hips and sent a hard thrust up into her cunt. He watched her eyes close briefly, her mouth fall open in ecstasy. Then, once again, she took the reins. She sank her fleshy cunt down over his upthrusting cock with devilish enthusiasm. He could feel her flesh rippling, closing around him. He felt as if he were immersed in a pool of pleasure. It was a rare treat for the man to be able to lie back and let a gorgeous woman screw him.

He took pleasure in observing the gyrations of her olive skin as her hips guided her cunt up and down in ever new paths of pleasure. Her hips were fluid poetry in motion. As she grew more and more involved in what she was doing, it was more difficult for her to slow down her pace, to vary her motions. She was growing impatient for the ecstasy. Her round smooth ass slapped harder and harder against his thighs.

At last, unable to restrain himself from taking part in her lust-fired revelry, he ground his ass upward, thrust his cock deep into her cunt. His passion matched hers. They were a fierce pair, each hungry for their own satisfaction. "Uuuhhh… I haven't had a treat like this, baby, since I don't know when."

"Mmmmmm… my pussy ees so hot inside. Your cock ees so good in meeee!" Mimi was imagining how she must look, her dark hair tossing about her face, her breasts bobbing on her chest, her ass grinding wantonly. She felt deliciously lewd. Her body was vibrating. Every inch of her was striving for release… sweet blissful release.

He could see the growing ecstasy in her eyes. Her dark orbs were becoming cloudy. They were losing their focus. She was far gone.

He lunged his cock up into her, determined to see her expression dissolve into raptures of howling orgasm. Already he could imagine how beautiful she would look that way. A woman like this one only passed through a bellboy's life maybe once in a year. Hawk was very glad he had decided to work tonight. He had been right on the verge of taking the night off to go dancing with some of the guys.

"Oh baby! Let it all go! I can tell you're almost there! Do it for me, beautiful! Chin on, Mimi!"

His goading words pushed her right over the edge. She loved to hear the cool, arrogant stranger giving in to the lure of her hot cunt and steaming passion. "Mmmmmm… uuuhhhh… I'm cummmm-eennggg-g-g! Oh Hawk, eet ees soo good-d!"

Her explosive cries took Hawk right along with her. He could feel her talented pussy-muscles milking the cum from deep in his balls. His cock spasmed as he filled her full of his milky load. "Uuuuuhhh… Mimi baby… Jeee-zuz!"

His fingers were still digging into her smooth hip-flesh as she collapsed on top of him. Even though his cock was sated, he reveled in the feel of her small but firm breasts pressing against his chest. He could feel the sticky ooze of his cum trickling from her twat onto his thigh. The obscene sensation gave his cock a little farewell twang.

"Oooohh… Hawk… I am so glad you brought me my paper and my Calvados. I feel so, good now." She struggled up off of him and sought out the sticky shaft of his deflated cock. Her hand grasped it lovingly. Her head bent to his cock-head. Her tongue shot out and began to lick the combined juices of his orgasm and her excitement from his cock.

The amazed New Yorker could do nothing but watch wide-eyed in amazement. He had never had any woman lick his cock clean for him after screwing, not without some pretty forceful coaxing, that is. "Mimi baby… you are far out, you know that?"

She looked at him for a moment, her eyes very serious. Just the hint of a twinkle glittered in their dark depths. "I know that. The men have been telling me so since I was ten."

"I just bet they have… hhhnnnhhh." He could feel the first glimmers of returning arousal. But, as soon as she was satisfied that his cock was clean, she got up and put on her peignoir. She combed her hair in front of the mirror while he dressed.

"We must not be too foolhardy," she told him. "Husbands sometimes come home sooner than expected."

Hawk could appreciate that logic. He wasn't interested in getting in any hassles with irate husbands. Not even for a beautiful broad like Mimi. He was about to leave she handed him the almost full bottle of Calvados.

"A leetle keepsake. Sam might not like the idea that I called the room service while he was gone. You have a drink for me, okay?"

He kissed her sensual mouth and saluted her. "Baby, I'll be drinking to you for the next month. You're going to be a hard one to forget."

"Good," she replied saucily. She closed the door behind him and locked it firmly. She didn't want Sam to think she had been careless while he was gone.

CHAPTER FIVE

The Tates' comfortable cottage on the outskirts of Los Angeles resounded with the confusion of four people talking at once.

"Sam, I can't tell you how glad I am to see you. It's been a long time…"

"Sure has, old buddy. You're looking as young as ever… and I can see why." The men glanced approvingly at one another's wives. Each was letting the other know that he had chosen well. Each was surprised at how well the other had chosen.

Annie was very excited by the presence of her husband's old friend and his beautiful French wife. It pleased her that Mimi predicted they would become good friends. She felt an instinctive closeness to the sophisticated older woman. Despite her obvious self-confidence and her aristocratic bearing, Mimi spoke kindly to Annie. She put on no airs with the younger girl. Annie liked that.

The blonde teen-ager scarcely dared look at Sam, Tate's old friend. Sam was what Annie considered a 'fox'. She loved his little goatee and his dark hair with just a few flattering streaks of gray. He was much slimmer than Tate and less muscular, though almost as tall. Tie looked just like Annie's idea of what a poet should look like. He was beautiful!

So, afraid that she might betray her attraction, she almost totally ignored Sam in favor of Sam's wife. She took Mimi into the kitchen with her while she set about preparing dinner.

All the while she chatted to Annie in the kitchen, Mimi's thoughts were on Ken Tate, the man everyone seemed to call just plain 'Tate'. He was so strong looking, so handsome. And she had not missed his first penetrating look. She knew Tate liked what he saw when he looked at her. The thought of his greet strong body, ready and eager for love-making, made her cunt throb inside her panties.

The two old friends went through their usual ritual that they performed each time they had been apart for a while. Tate brought out the booze; beer for himself, bourbon for Sam. They settled down to some hard drinking and some equally hard discussing. They appreciated one another's minds. There were a lot of thoughts and events they wanted to share – the accumulation of five years of living.

The women were almost forgotten. Almost, but not quite. In the back of each of their minds was the tempting seed of an attraction. The two women were very different. One, energetic and voluptuous, a very American young woman. The other, dark and chic and slender, the legendary femme fatale of France.

Each man had chosen the woman that most appealed to him at a particular moment in his life. But both men had had many women. They had done a lot of womanizing together. Their tastes were eclectic. Each could see the attraction of the woman the other had chosen. The very difference between the two, the unusual beauty of the two, heightened the men's appreciation. As they talked, thoughts of limbs and curves and soft places floated softly through the back of their minds.

Much wine was drunk during the course of the meal Annie had prepared. The foursome had a good time. They learned to relax and see each other as people. The electric attractions that ricocheted back and forth across the room seemed less frightening and more intriguing. Annie learned to talk to Sam… learned how to banter with his off-beat Oklahoma sense of humor. Tate discovered that Mimi had an unusual appreciation of good writing as well as a beautiful body. She read the latest chapter of his book, and liked it. Tate was pleased. His cock throbbed pleasantly as Mimi shook hands in the French way to bid him good-night. The travelers were weary and ready to sleep. Annie showed them into the guest room, which she had prepared with fresh flowered linen and fresh-cut daisies.

"Good-night." Annie hurried excitedly to the bedroom, that was right next door to the guest room. It had been a stimulating evening. She was horny, and eager to seduce Tate into her own adventurous mood.

"Jee-zuz, I'm fired," Sam complained as he stripped off his clothes and climbed gratefully into bed. "I don't think anything could keep me awake now."

"What…? Nothing?" Mimi taunted him as she unwrapped herself from her cocktail dress and stood before him in stockings, heels, bra and panties. All her garments were black. They accented her black hair, making her look like an evil temptress of the night. Sam watched her admiringly, but still his cock showed no reaction.

"I'm sorry, honey. I think I might have to wait until the morning. You know how I hate flying. That trip today was a corker. Hell of a test for my nerves."

"Eet's not the trip that tests your nerves, darleeng. Eet's all the bourbon you dreenk before you get on the plane. And then tonight… more booze… my poor baby!" She crawled onto the bed, still wearing her sexy little outfit. Mimi was riot quick to give up when she had a plan in mind. The evening had given her a very hot twat. She was going to get her husband to do something about it… she had been born French for nothing!

Suddenly, both husband and wife were startled by a yell that drove straight through the wall and made them sit up and listen for more.

"Aaeeee… oooohhh, Tate darling! Stick it in me deeper!"

"You bet I will, beautiful!" The man's voice was much lower in volume, but still it came through clearly.

"Godamn… what do they think… That the house is soundproof or something? Just like rate… He always was a show-off." Fatigue had given Sam a short temper, but still his cock lurched noticeably under the covers. His imagination pictured the big-titted young blonde, lying under her big husband, her thighs wrapped around him as he shoved his cock deep into her cunt. He felt a moment's blind envy of his friend.

He didn't notice Mimi's hand slip under the covers… not until it grabbed his swelling cock and squeezed it. "Oh-ho! So you are not as tired as you thought, eh, my darleeng?" Mimi was just as turned on as her husband was by the sounds of moans and heavy breathing that continued to come through the wall. Her fingers stroked Sam's cock skillfully. Her pussy flared wetly as she felt her husband's cock expand steadily, until it was a stiff hammer in her hand.

"Oh Sam… what a beautiful big cock you have!" Fired by her building need, she kneeled on the bed, facing away from Sam. She rotated her black-panty-clad ass in his direction. Then, lewdly, she reached back and pulled down her panties. Her firm round ass-cheeks burst into sight. "Sam… don't leave me like thees! I am so hungry for you, Sammee!"

"Uuuuuhhh… ooohhh Tate… your cock's so hard in my pussy! Hhhhhhh, harder! Harder, Tate!"

"Jee-zuz, woman… those pussy-muscles of yours are going to strangle nee! Slut, that's good!"

With background dialogue like that, Sam had no choice but to answer the call of his throbbing cock. His fatigue seemed to have vanished. Sleep had lost importance in the face of his wife's naked swaying ass.

Even as he kneeled up behind Mimi and tried to force her thighs apart, his brain war conjuring up images of Annie Tate and her round tits, her large sleek ass. He pushed his wife forward and pulled her panties off her legs. Now he could get her thighs wide open. He slipped his cock in along her cunt-slit while his hands caressed the garter-striped half-moons of her buttocks.

"Christ, Mimi honey… you sure have got a beautiful ass! My cock's dying for the tug of your tight pussy! Uuuhh!" He shoved his cock deep into her cunt. His hands tipped her ass-cheeks cruelly and pulled her back onto his cock. He began to screw her to the melody Annie's moans, which were growing louder and more urgent by the minute. His own wife's vales began to mingle with them. The obscene sounds flooded Sam's senses. He was droning in the ambrosia of erotic stimulation. Two sexy woman, separated only by a wall.

He wondered if Tate was getting as much of a thrill as he was from listening to the combined fever of the woman's cries. For, if sound could travel one way through a wall, obviously they wore going to travel both ways. He shoved his cock hr into his wife's cunt, determined to impress the couple on the other side with the energetic skill ho was employing on his wife.

He wanted Tate to know, for the sake of his ego. He wanted Annie to know, in the interests of half-formed schemes of seduction. Maybe some day, just by chance, he and Annie…

That was as far as his brain would let him go so far. After all, he was a married man, with duties and obligations, and a wife with an infamous Latin temper.

"Au, mon diew! My pussy ees so hot, Sammee! Uuuuuhhh… ooohhh, shove it een my ass. Do eet now!" Unthinking arousal made Mimi plead for the ultimate in depraved delights. She had learned early to appreciate the glories of ass-fucking. It was when she was most excited that she craved it most intensely. With perverse delight, she wondered what the couple on the other side would think when they heard her abandoned plea. "Pleeze! Stick your cock up my ass, Sammeeee!"

Her inflamed husband lost no time in obeying her lewd summons. He pulled his cock from her clasping cunt and shoved it up into her tight hot asshole. She was relaxed and ready for him, but still it was a hard go. He grunted with the effort of sinking his cock to the hilt in her clinging rectum. "Oh… good tight hole, honey!"

"Eeeeeeee… oooohhhh Sammmmeeeeee! Screw my assss!" Like a crazed woman, Mimi flung herself back onto her husband's impaling cock. She relished the feeling of utter depravity that possessed her when she was, taking a hard cock up the ass. She surrendered all thought of dignity or morality or the battle of give-and-take. Mimi lost herself in the primitive joy of feeling the man's cock stretching her asshole wide, of letting herself be overwhelmed by the power of excited cock-thrusts reaming her most secret hole. She was helpless now, helpless and irresponsible.

Sam and Mimi were so absorbed in their rutting ecstasy that they didn't notice the sudden lull in the cries coming from the next room. They noticed their absence only when they resumed, louder and more eager than ever.

It was obvious that Tate and Annie had been listening to what was going on in their room, and were wildly excited by it. The volume of Tate's lusty cries had increased twofold. Annie was wailing like a banshee.

"Ooooohhh… Tate… I'm so turned on! God… my pussy's burning up baby! Screw me! Screw meeee!"

"Shit, yeah, baby! I'm doing it! Feels good, Annie! Feels good!"

From there on in, it was as if the two couples were competing for the prize in loudness and abandon of technique. First one side of the wall, then the other, would explode with an incredible burst of obscene comment and encouragement. All four lovers felt their excitement swell with each new testimony to the joy of another.

Tate and Annie were slightly embarrassed when the sounds started filtering through from the next room. Only then did they realize that their own cries had been overheard. Tate was already so stimulated though by the feel of Annie's hot pussy riding up and down on top of his cock… Annie was so turned on by the filling feel of Tate's cock… that they lost their self-consciousness almost immediately.

There was a pleasing thrill to making love to the sound of loving wails from the next room. It was almost like an orgy, only without the benefit of visual stimulation.

As he watched Annie toss her blonde hair back from her face as she maneuvered her hips over his cock, Tate imagined what Mimi would look like up there. Mimi, with her black curls bouncing and her taut Gaelic breasts jiggling sexily. He gripped Annie's full smooth hips and wondered what it would be like to clutch Mimi's smaller ones. He felt slightly guilty about his traitorous thoughts. He excused himself on the grounds that they were only thoughts… and he was too excited to be held responsible for the imaginings of his inflamed mind.

"Mmmmm… oh Tate… I'm getting sooo high!" Closing her eyes tight, Annie tossed back her head and saw a thrilling image of Sam Morgan. His lean hard body was naked in her mind. She was reaching for his hard cock. She was stuffing it into her hot cunt. "Ooooooo – I'm… I'm cummmmniing-g!" She shoved her pussy ruthlessly down onto Tate's cock, willing him to drive the demons from deep inside.

Her lusty motions pulled the juices from deep in Tate's balls. "Shit, beautiful… look out! I'm cuming!"

He lay on his back, bucking his loins upward, squirting his fluids into her. A lazy grin wreathed his features as he heard the wild cries, from next door. Sexy Mimi… letting go…

"Aaieeee… Sammeeee! Je viens! I'm cummmm-eeng-g-g!"

"Look out, honey! I'm going to shoot my wad into that tight little asshole of yours… uuuhh!" The visitors continued to moan softly for a while, until at last their passion was done. Tate guessed their last effort spent they had fallen asleep in each other's arms.

He made room for Annie to crawl into the crook of his arm. Her big breasts brushed softly against his chest. "That was exciting, wasn't it?" she whispered into his ear.

"Almost like having an orgy right in the house," he whispered back. Feeling vaguely guilty, he lay awake long after Annie's breathing had become deep and regular. He was thinking about Mimi, the French beauty who could take it in the ass and love it. He feel asleep with a hard-on.

CHAPTER SIX

Everyone was bright-eyed and cheerful at breakfast the next morning. Though nothing was said about what went on on either side of the bedroom wall, the erotic experience was very much on everyone's mind. Now that they had experienced each other's sexuality, though indirectly, the two couples were more intrigued by each other than ever.

Both Sam and Tate looked at one another's wives with brighter interest. They recalled moans and shrieks. Tate envisaged Mimi taking Sam's cock up her ass. Sam imagined young Annie begging for more of her big man's cock. So absorbed were they in the other man's wife, it took each a while to notice that his own wife was getting the same attention.

The old friends were nervous about each other by the time breakfast was over. They decided, individually yet almost simultaneously, that in order to get their relationship back on the old track, they would have to get away from the women for a while. The hot aura of sexuality was getting in the way of their long-treasured friendship.

They retired to Sam Tate's office while the women cleared up the dishes. They emerged to announce that they planned to spend the day roaming around Hollywood, checking out their old haunts.

"Boys day out, girls," Sam announced, a thin cigarillo dangling from the corner of his mouth.

Annie thought it made him look sexy.

"Yeah… who knows when we'll be back." As Tate advanced to kiss his wife good-bye, he was intensely aware of Mimi's eyes following him with interest.

It was only when the men had left that the women realized how strained the atmosphere had been. Both realized to their pleasure that they were glad to be left free of the intriguing male element. Now they could really get to know each other.

Annie suggested they go for a swim in the next door neighbor's pool. "They're away in Europe for a couple of months, and they told us to use it whenever we felt like it."

"That sounds wonderful. I've always dreamed California would be like thees. Sunny days. Sweeming een the pool. Good friends."

Annie was touched by the allusion to 'good friends'. She wanted very much to be Mimi's friend. Though she knew the Frenchwoman was seven years older than she was, she sensed a kindred spirit.

"I have one problem. I do not have a bathing suit. Sam promised to buy me one here in California."

Annie was about to suggest lending her one of hers. Then she realized how hopeless the fit would be. Her hips and breasts were so much larger than Mimi's. She was a bigger woman all over. "Well, I do have one idea… if you don't mind. We could swim naked. There was a big fence around the yard. No one could see."

"Wonderful. That weell be even better. In France I used to swim naked whenever I got the chance."

"Great. Let's go."

The blonde teen-ager had no idea that there might be any complications to swimming nude with Mimi… until they were both naked in the neighbor's enclosed back yard.

She tried to be natural around the naked Mimi, but to her surprise, she found herself excited by the sight of the other woman. The brunette's tits were so round and firm and high. Her cheeks we so smooth and clutchable. Annie got a flash on Mimi taking her husband's cock in her asshole. The girl's pussy flared wetly. In confusion, she dove into the pool.

The younger woman was so self-conscious about her own reaction, she didn't even notice that Mimi was staring at her voluptuous body with eager interest. Mimi had been educated in boarding schools in France and later in England. She was used to the atmosphere of young women naked together… young women with budding sensuality and nowhere to vent it but on each other. Annie's large round tits, her flaring hips and crinkly blonde pussy-patch brought back hot memories of tussles under the blanket on an uncomfortable boarding school cot. Mimi could feel her clitoris tingling for attention. She began to wonder whit Annie's reaction would be…

The older woman recalled the abandoned groans of the teenager that had first got her and Sam going last night. She grew hungry for a taste of that wanton sexuality. Everything about Annie, right down to the way she wiggled her hips, told her that the girl would be a wonderful responsive lover. Mimi was sure. Mimi was an expert in such matters.

The sheer joy of her communion with the water drove Annie's fears from her head. After several laps of the pool, she emerged dripping and smiling. She swept the water off her fair skin with her hands. Then she stretched out on her belly on an air mattress to dry in the warm morning sun. "It's beautiful, Mimi. You should try it."

The brunette was stretched put on a chaise lounge, soaking up the hot rays. Her eyes appeared to be closed, but they were open just enough to give her a view of the round up thrusting globes of Annie's ass-cheeks. Mimi enjoyed staring at them. They gave her a hot pleasant surge in her cunt. "I weell, darleeng. But I theenk I am part snake. I love to lie on a rock and cook myself."

Mimi's French way of saying 'darleeng' brought another curious throb to Annie's pussy. The feeling didn't bother her so much this time. She identified it as the natural excitement of enjoying a new friend. She let her cunt give way to the delightful feelings.

Annie was dozing in, the lulling heat when something abruptly awoke her. She looked back over her shoulder in time to see Mimi's dark head bow down over her buttocks. The older woman was planting light taunting kisses on her hot skin. "Ooohh!"

Annie had no idea how to respond. She considered herself a sensual woman, and she knew from last night that Mimi certainly was the same. But surely Sam's wife wasn't a lesbian! The idea seemed absurd. Anyone who enjoyed her husband as much as Mimi had last night was no lesbian.

The thought entered Annie's head that perhaps Mimi knew something about pleasure that Annie didn't. The girl immediately determined that she wanted to learn what Mimi could teach her. It was so sexy… to lie in the warming sun, to feel the light passion of those lips wandering over her ass-cheeks.

She saw Mimi's dark head raise up. Mimi's smoldering Latin eyes met Annie's startled stare. The teen-ager felt her cunt pulse at the sight of the excitement in Mimi's black orbs. "You are so beautiful, Annie. I theenk eet would be so lovely to geeve each other pleasure… do you not theenk so?"

Annie was transfixed for long seconds by the arousal in Mimi's eyes, by the thought of the new world of pleasure that lay suddenly before her. The girl realized there was no question about what she wanted to do.

"It sounds like a wonderful idea, Mimi… but I have to tell you… I'm a little frightened… I don't know what to do." She giggled self-consciously. "And here I thought I knew everything there was to know about sex."

She remembered that Mimi had begged for her husband's cock up her ass last night. Annie had never done that either. She had a lot to learn from her visitor from across the sea. Suddenly overwhelmed by the thrill of what was about to happen to her, she turned over onto her back and opened her arms to Mimi.

The brunette straddled the larger woman roughly. Her mouth bore down hungrily on Annie's. Her tongue probed the teenager's throat for an answer to her compelling lust.

Her answer thrust out to meet her, in the form of Annie's eager searching tongue. "Mmmmmmm…"

The seething excitement in Mimi's pussy swelled to unbearable proportions. She was overwhelmed by the thrill of the younger woman's response. Annie's hunger was naive, almost virginal… but it was incredibly intense. The blonde was so willing and eager to be seduced, to be molded to the forge of Mimi's self-indulgent passion. Her awkward enthusiasm reminded Mimi of her very first boarding school encounter. She wanted more of the girl, and she wanted it now.

She broke away from their passionate mouth embrace and crawled down in search of Annie's cunt. "Annie darleeng… you're so beautiful. Don't worry about a theeng. I weell teach you everything. I weell make you so happy."

"Ooohhh, Mimi. I'm so… excited, aaaiieeee!" Annie was watching the incredible spectacle of the shapely naked French woman pushing apart her thighs, bending to her wet cunt… and then suddenly Mimi's mouth was attacking her vulnerable clitoris. Her tongue was swirling round and round the swelling peak. Her lips were sucking on her tender cunt-flanges. Annie had never felt anything like it. She thought she would lose her mind. Mimi was so skilled, so sure in her attack of the most sensitive parts of her pussy-channel.

The young co-ed could do nothing but he back on the air mattress in the hot California sun and let the passion turn her muscles to silly-putty. She felt like she was coming unglued. Her nerve-endings were all vibrating, sending back throbbing pleasure signals. The physical reality of Mimi's talented mouth combined with the thought of her new depravity to bring the teenager a wash of abandoned joy such as she had never known before. She looked down at Mimi's curly dark head slaving between her legs. The sight came just at a moment when Mimi again tongued her clitoris. The two sensations took Annie to paradise.

In her shaking, desperate voice that signaled the onset of quivering orgasm, Annie proclaimed her pleasure. "EEEEEEE… Mimi… I'm cummming-g-g! You're making me cummmm!"

The blonde experienced a curious intense satisfaction. Her adventurous spirit had led her to a new first in her sensual existence. She was being made love to by a beautiful woman… and that beautiful woman had brought her to quaking, jolting climax.

All doubts about the propriety of what she was doing were gone. Annie felt free, felt beautiful, felt sexy. She bed what Mimi was doing to her, and she wanted more.

"Aaahh… Mimi… you're so good."

The smaller woman looked up for just a moment at Annie's flushed cheeks, her dazed expression. "Eet ees good to love you, Annie. You have zee beautiful pussy. I love to taste eet."

Lost in her passion, Mimi's accent was thicker than ever. She was stunned and pleased by the wholehearted way in which Annie was responding to her lovemaking. She reveled in the tangy taste of the blondes cunt-juices as they flowed from her pussy in the torrid climate of her building excitement.

The sun beating down, on Mimi's back as she labored was like a second lover, to the sensual Frenchwoman. It was erotic delight to Mimi to make love naked in the bright sun of a new land. She was totally absorbed in her lusty new experience. Her twat was flaring with wet emotion. She was ready for her own pleasure, though she had not finished with the soft vulnerable furrow of Annie's cunt.

Suggestively, Mimi stretched out her shapely supple body beside Annie's. Her tongue still probed the wet flesh of Annie's cunt. Her own pussy now was positioned just a few inches from the blonde's face.

Mimi was not shy about letting a lover know what she craved. "Eat me, Annie. I want to feel your mouth on my pussy while I eat you."

Put that way, there was no way Annie could refuse the obscene request. Still she hesitated as her fingers spread the soft pink lips of Mimi's cunt. The brunette's clitoris was just barely visible through the curly black patch of cunt-hair. It was a brand new sight for Annie. She had never inspected any pussy but her own. The thought of being responsible for the pleasure of this strange soft organ frightened her.

Then Mimi's tongue prodded up into the sensitized confines of Annie's own pussy. Again and again the tongue fluttered into her cunt-hole, confusing the girl's mind, stimulating her passions.

She stuck out her tongue and licked the gleaming pink lips of Mimi's cunt. The other woman's cries of pleasure were encouragement enough. But there was the tantalizing flavor of Mimi's juices to lure her too. Within seconds Annie was immersed in her obscene task. She was learning something new about herself… that she liked to eat pussy… and, if Mimi's groans were any gauge, she was good at it.

The older woman was impressed with the abandon the girl put into her task, and the unforeseen skill. For a young woman who had never experimented with others of her sex, Annie was incredibly free of inhibitions. Her mouth worked with fluid motion that had Mimi grinding her pussy down into the girl's face, inviting more pleasure… and more.

"Mmmmm… you're sooo wonderful!"

Mimi's loving praise sent Annie into a new surge of sensual effort. While she reveled in the tongue tending her slit from asshole to clitoris, she tried new techniques on the hot wet gash in front of her. She gripped Mimi's thighs to hold them apart, to give herself more headroom to probe the farthest reaches of the Frenchwoman's slit. She stabbed the puckered hole of her sphincter. She licked wetly all the way back up to Mimi's clitoris.

Annie marveled at the way the older woman's clitoris seemed to get even longer and harder with every swirl of her greedy tongue. She nibbled the little organ ravenously, delighted when she felt Mimi doing exactly the same thing to her. It was pleasure for pleasure. Lick for lick. Moan for moan. They were both at home now in the joy of their exploration. The first moments of learning and exploring were past. The blonde and the brunette savored the prospect of their mutual climax. For each determined to take the other there with her.

"Mmmmmm… Mimi!"

"Ahhhhh… eet ees soo good… Eet has been so long seence I have known theese pleasure."

The sun and their efforts were covering them both with sweat. They slipped slickly against one another. They rubbed together like playful seals. But their mission grew more serious as their ecstasy grew closer. Their mouths nibbled and nuzzled feverishly.

"Ohhhh, Mimi… I'm cummmm-mmmpphh!" Annie felt the muff of Mimi's cunt assault her again. She obliged the other woman's need. She stuck her tongue as deep as she could get it into Mimi's pussy-hole. Then Mimi too was cumming. "Mmmmmm… oh yesssss… Annie darleeng I'm cummmm!"

They wriggled and writhed against one another, enjoying the sensual thrill of sharing their abandon… of taking the sweet road together.

They found one another's mouths and kissed hotly. They liked the sticky feel of each other's bodies.

At last, they decided to go for a swim. They needed the cool refreshment of water to ease the heat on their sated bodies.

Only when the cold shock hit her did Annie realize fully what had just happened to her… what she had just done. She searched her conscience to see how she was taking it.

She found that she felt fine. Just fine.

And what a beautiful day this would be!

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sam and Tate made the rounds of some of the old bars they had hung out in the days when they were both struggling writers looking for someone to tell their stories to. They found the old places were much the same as they had ever been. Only the faces had changed.

Free of the confusing attractions of the women, the men rediscovered their old friendship. They sat at their favorite booth in their favorite joint and watched the women at the bar. It was like the old days, sharing opinions and laying plans.

A lush redhead came in and immediately captured both their attention. She wore a low-cut dress that showed lots of cleavage. The men noticed that she had noticed them. She was giving them her best angle.

"What d'ya think, Tate? Thirty-eight, twenty-four, thirty-six. Right?"

"I'd say you're dead on." Tate was drinking bourbon today, keeping Sam company. He was higher than he was used to. All the juices were flowing. The high-class redhead at the bar was rousing all his old roving instincts. He could feel his cock throbbing. From the sound of his voice, he was pretty sure Sam felt the same way he did.

Tate had been working hard lately, and he hadn't been getting out much. He was feeling reckless. "What say we buy the lady a drink?"

"Excellent idea, old buddy. Only what are we going to do when she tries to put the make on us? Is she going to be yours or mine?" Sam was nervous. He could almost hear his hot-tempered Latin wife cursing him for having a wandering eye. But all his instincts told him he was in the mood for an adventure. Mimi would never have to know…

"Why, I'm willing to share with an old friend, if you are, Sam old boy!" The words were out before Tate had thought about them. When he stopped to consider the perversion of his idea, he found the idea turned him on. Why not? A guy deserved some kicks now and then. He had been faithful to Annie all their two years together… well, most of the time. It had been so long since he and Sam had gone out and had a blast together.

The redhead smiled and raised her glass when the waiter brought her their offering. She drank heartily, chatting from time to time with the men on either side of her. But her attention kept returning to Tate and Sam. It wasn't long before she came over to their table and invited them to visit her apartment. The men accepted, feeling as naughty as two schoolboys playing hookey.

Sam sat nervously on the end of her bed while she prepared drinks for all of them. This was not the first time he and Tate had shared a woman, but it was the first time since he had been married to Mimi that he had done anything so daring. Already he was worrying that she would be able to sense his guilt the minute he returned to her. For a moment he thought about backing out. Then the redhead, called Mara, returned with their drinks. She had taken off her dress. She wore only a bra and panties. The sight other ripe round tits and her smooth belly made up Sam's mind for him. It was too late now for backing out.

"I like to get down to basics early," she told them as she sipped her scotch and soda. "Already I know I'm going to have a beautiful time this afternoon. Two big hunks like you. Am I a lucky girl!"

While Sam worked on his bourbon, she kneeled between his legs and began to tug on his fly.

"You seem to be in a hell of a hurry," Sam tried to hide his nervousness with wit. "You got 'em lined up outside the door?"

"Any time I want them," she replied. Her hands reached inside and pulled out the shaft of his cock. The touch of her fingers started to inspire his cock with life. "But I've got all I want right here. Mmmnn…" She liked the head of his cock. It pulsed impatiently.

Tate could feel his own cock throbbing inside his pants as he watched the redhead's expert maneuvers. She sucked cock as if it was her favorite occupation. "Mmmmm…" Groaning and wiggling her ass provocatively, she bobbed her head up and down over Sam's loins. Tate watched his old friend's eyes close, then spring wide open. His own cock lurched. Yes, that woman knew what she was doing.

"Shit, where did you learn to suck cock like that?" Sam demanded. "My cock feels like it just fell into a pot of honey. Mmmm-hmm, that's sweet, mama!" He jerked his ass up off the bed, forcing his cock up into her greedy mouth. It was a thrill to watch the workings of her full red lips. She nibbled and licked and sucked on his cock until Sam's thick cock was as hard as steel and as long as it ever got. "You sure do have a way with you, woman! Doesn't she, Tate?"

He looked over at his big friend. Tate's eyes were shining with prurient interest. Sam stole a quick look at his groin. Yup, she had got to him all right! Sam was pretty drunk. He giggled a high shrill giggle. He felt proud as a peacock, getting this big-titted redhead to suck his cock while his friend looked on enviously. Suddenly his grin turned into a grimace of lusty need. "Oh yeah… do it like that… suck my dock, baby!"

Tate was growing more and more fascinated by the undulations of her firm shapely ass inside those skimpy panties. He sucked hungrily on his drink while he watched her buttocks telling him how much she was enjoying her depraved task.

Once again, he looked up at where her red head was rising and falling over his friend's cock. She was making noises like Sam's cock was the best thing since filet mignon. In his inebriated glow, Tate started to entertain ideas for showing her something even tastier… like the girth of his big cock stretching her cunt-walls wide. He could feel his cock swelling urgently at the thought of plundering her wet pussy.

"Christ, you sure are a greedy little bitch!" Tate told the kneeling redhead. "I've never seen anyone suck cock the way you do, baby… you look like you haven't eaten in a week!" It pleased him to humiliate the woman with his obscene compliments. Not that she looked as if she was being humiliated. Her ripe round ass wriggled more wantonly than ever. Tate decided it was time to get himself a taste of pussy.

The big writer knelt behind the redhead and tore off her panties. He pulled her buttocks to the best position for him. "Good pussy, Sam! We really got ourselves a wild one!" He smiled at his friend who was gazing at him lustily over their woman's back. It was obvious that her blowjob was wearing down Sam's resistance. The bearded professor looked as if his cock had just taken over for his mind. His eyes were dull. His mouth hung open.

Women were not like men. Men were born with this primal roving instinct.

Tate had little time to dwell on his drunken theory. The clutch of the redhead's pussy-muscles was getting him as off-balance as her mouth already had Sam.

He grabbed firm hold of her buttocks and lunged his cock up into her seething twat, time after time. She mewled frantically around the filling girth of Sam's cock in her mouth. But she never slackened her pace at either end. Her obvious aim… the aim that never deserted her for a moment… was to give both men an unrelenting lusty experience. She was a woman of pleasure, and she plied her trade well. Both men now were like putty in her hands, or, more accurately, in her mouth and in her heated cunt.

Tate watched a glimmer of recognition come into Sam's eyes as the younger man fed his cock deep into her gobbling mouth. Sam was watching her churning buttocks and Tate's loins as they smacked against her jiggling ass. The obvious lust in Sam's watchful gaze made Tate experience a new surge in his balls. He drove his cock deep into her cunt. He felt his cock-head nudge her cervix.

"Hey, Tate… I've got an idea!" Sam was looking into his eyes now. The redhead was still laboring feverishly between the two men.

"What's that?" The writer was feeling dull-witted. He wasn't much for ideas right now. He wanted to concentrate on the warm slick pussy-walls pulling on his aching cock. He wanted to relish the sluicing sound of her juicy cunt as it opened to take all his cock deep inside.

"How about trading places, old buddy? You'll love this sweet mouth… and I just gotta get me a taste of that hot twat! Why not? What do you say, Tate?"

Tate knew that the alcohol had Sam's imagination running wild. What thing more lewd could they do to the woman than trade places, forcing her to taste her own excitement on Tate's cock in the process. "I'm for it, man. Let's do it!"

As if both were struck with the same idea at the same time, the two men stood up and quickly stripped off their clothes. Then Tate fell to his knees at Mimi's head, Sam at her rear end. The redhead was still mewling and crying far more. She had not changed position since their desertion. Her wriggling ass-cheeks still begged for cock. There was something particularly lewd about the thin strips of her bra-strap across her back. It was the only garment she still wore.

"Oooohh… come on, lovers! Give it to niece!"

Right then, they gave it to her!

Sam forced his swollen cock deep up into her hot tight pussy. "Christ, that's a juicy little hole, honey!"

Tate nudged his glistening cock-head against her lips. Her mouth opened wide. She took the whole sticky shaft of his aroused cock, deep into her throat. Tate watched with fascinated delight as she seemed to relish the flavor of her own hot juices on his cock. She licked and sucked him until his cock was stripped clean of everything but her own saliva. "Taste good, baby? You like the taste of your hot pussy, do you?"

"Mmmmmmm…" That and the excited wiggle of her full-sculpted ass-cheeks was her only response.

"Shit, she's really something, isn't she, Tate? Christ, man, it's just like the old days… Up to our short-hairs in hot pussy and hungry mouth! Whoo-eee! I sure am glad I came up with this idea!"

Tate smiled indulgently at his aroused friend. His grin showed his teeth as he grunted at the feel of Mara's pointed tongue toying with the slit in the end of his sensitized glans.

"So am I, Sam boy! Uuuuhh… how do you like the feel of that hot pussy! It's something good, isn't it?!"

"Slit, don't ask me to tell you which I like better! I like all of her, old-buddy!" He slapped her ass lustily. "Whoo-ee! That's it, honey! Move that thing!"

The lewd talk of the two big men seemed to please the laboring redhead. Her ass wiggled provocatively, inviting more of Sam's hard-driving screwing. Her head bobbed frantically up and down over Tate's thick cock. Her moans burbled non-stop in the back of her abused throat.

Facing each other over the back of the straining woman, Sam and Tate unconsciously adopted one another's rhythms. Sam lunged his aching cock far up into Mimi's clasping cunt. He groaned mightily as he felt her talented muscles close around him. Gradually he realized that Tate had impaled her throat at exactly the same moment. They became engrossed in their obscene tempo. They lost track of time, of everything but their erotic drama here on a strange woman's bed in the middle of the afternoon.

Suddenly the woman's gyrations became fitful and urgent. The men realized she was cuming. They took her flight into ecstasy as a signal for their own relaxation. Once they had relaxed, it took only a couple more squeezes from that tight pussy, that greedy mouth… and the two old friends were cumming in rude chorus.

"Huh, shit! Here comes a pussyful, honey! Oh yeah!"

Tate growled in satisfaction as he watched the redhead's agile lips suck the juices of his orgasm right out of him. "Uuuuuuhhhh, Christ! Goddamn! It's good to cum in your mouth, beautiful!"

Before the three orgiasts sprawled out on the bed to rest, Sam made a point of removing the redhead's bra. "It just ain't right for a lady not to be undressed for the occasion!" He grabbed hold of a big firm tit and began to suck hungrily. Tate took the one on the other side. They knew they were going to be there for a while yet.

It was only when they were leaving a generous 'tip' on Mimi's bedside table that Sam began to worry about Mimi and his brazen adultery. He grabbed Tate by the arm as soon as they were out of the redhead's apartment.

"Do you think Mimi will be able to tell anything happened? Christ, she'll kill me if she figures it out."

"The only way shell be able to tell is if you keep shivering like a jackass! Cool out, Sam! A man's entitled to his little pleasures! And we don't have to answer to anybody for it!"

Tate was talking loud and bold. He was trying to convince himself as well as Sam.

Annie was such a sweet girl! She trusted him so implicitly!

He started to feel guilty about being a man with a roving eye! And then his cock gave him a little reminiscent twinge.

"It would be a sin to feel bad about anything as good as what just happened!"

The friendly conspirators slapped each other on the back and headed for the nearest bar. Clear as their consciences were, they needed a bit more of a glow to face the girls!

CHAPTER EIGHT

When the men arrived back at Tate's home, they were so busy trying to act casual with the women that it took them a while to realize that Mimi and Annie were as intoxicated as they were. Each man noted suspiciously that his wife also seemed remarkably mellow and unperturbed about his long absence. The men felt let down. They had built themselves up for an elaborate cover-up, and their wives weren't playing the game.

Annie put some rock music on the stereo, and Mimi tried to coax Sam into dancing. Sam was dancing. He told her he wasn't in the mood for dancing. Mimi went to Tate. Would he like to dance?

Tate had been indulging himself in the mid-binge doldrums. But an invitation from a beautiful exotic woman was more than he could turn down. He got up on the floor with Mimi and started to work it out. His eyes grew hypnotized by the rhythmic gyrations of her shapely hips inside her close-fitting dress. His earlier good humor returned. He was glad the women were in the mood for a party instead of scolding. It certainly was fun to be shimmying his hips so close to Mimi's never-still pelvis.

"Wow, baby! You sure know how to dance!"

The women had spent the afternoon sipping cold beer and discussing lewd plans for seducing the men into their newfound sexual happiness. While they stroked each other's tits or groped for furtive feels of one another's hot cunts, they extolled the virtues of their own husbands as lovers. Each woman was eager to share her two lovers with one another. Each had fantasies about being able to enjoy lesbian and heterosexual love in the same orgiastic scene.

As the afternoon wore on, they grew more nervous about being interrupted by the men in the midst of their dallying. So they had held themselves back. With the result that both were now ecstatically horny.

When Annie saw Mimi dancing with… her husband, she lost no time in puffing Sam onto the floor with her. Sam seemed reluctant at first. "So you had a good day, did you, Sam? Tell, what do men talk about when they're alone?"

"Women, naturally." Sam giggled nervously. For some reason, the movements of Annie's lush tits made him think of Mimi. Suddenly the new husband was being overwhelmed by uncontrollable lust for women other than his wife. Sam started to worry that he was losing his grip. Was his marriage failing? Then Annie accidentally brushed her heaving mounds against his chest. Sam quit worrying. He realized that even a statue could act help being turned on by Annie's lovely globes.

"Just the opposite of what women talk about," Annie told him. "If we all got together, we could have a nice, well-rounded conversation… don't you think?"

Sam started to sweat. If he hadn't known better he would have been sure that Annie was suggesting something obscene, like an orgy. The thought made his cock throb.

She seemed like a nice young woman, a kid almost. Was there more than met the eye going on under that lovely mop of swaying blonde hair?

"Shit, honey… I've had too much to drink to do any thinking at all!"

Annie grinned mischievously. She shook her shoulders energetically. Her tits went crazy. "Oh Sam, you're funny," she told him and became lost in the wanton self-expression of the dance.

Tate was astounded at how shamelessly the brunette threw her body in his direction. He realized that Sam and Annie were dancing close by, but he couldn't take his eyes off Mimi. If he hadn't known better, he would have been sure that the French beauty was trying to seduce him.

She shook her small firm tits right at him. She turned around and showed him her ass, wagging it saucily back toward his aching groin. Tate was afraid he was going to give himself away any minute, but each time Mimi turned back, to look at him, her eyes remained at his eye level. Her dark orbs shone at him, telepathed an erotic message. Tate began to wonder what the women had been up to this afternoon. Both of them were acting like a couple of party girls on the make.

At last he looked over at Annie. Her big tits were bouncing more wildly than ever, keeping time with the primitive beat of the music. Tate could see that Sam was impressed. Very impressed. Sam had never been much for dancing, but he was moving his hips now as if dancing were his favorite sport. His eyes never left the beckoning outlines of Annie's breasts.

It disturbed Tate that Annie wasn't paying any attention to him and Mimi. He had already noted that Annie didn't seem to have a jealous bone in her body, but it would have flattered him to see her cast at least one glance in his direction. He felt neglected.

Until he looked back at Mimi. The brunette obviously was not neglecting him. She was still watching him roguishly. Her body was still putting its all into the dance. All Tate's instincts told him to reach out and grab her. Somehow he knew that it would be all right with Mimi.

It was Sam that Tate was worrying about. The two friends had shared a special closeness today. Tate didn't want to jeopardize it by making a play for Sam's wife… even thought she was already making a play for him. Tate knew that Sam was always possessive of his women. He didn't see why he should be any different with Mimi.

Unless Sam might be interested in a trade…

Tate's cock began to throb at the obscene thought. It was extremely daring. He and Annie had never discussed such a thing. But Tate sensed the opportunity was right here, staring him in the face… if only someone set the game in motion. He knew the women were interested. Sam seemed the only unknown quantity.

Mimi was dancing very close. Tate's temperature was high and getting higher.

"Tate… you dance so well… you have such grace for such a beeg man. I love the way you move," Her eyes glanced approvingly at his hips. Tate realized she was looking straight at his hard-on.

"Excuse me a minute, Mimi… I haven't really had a chance to talk to my wife all evening." He knew it was an awkward exit, but Tate couldn't take any more of the pressure. He grabbed Annie by the arm and guided bet back to his office. "Excuse us." He patted Sam on the shoulder, just to let his friend know that nothing was amiss.

He sat in his comfortable padded chair that had been a gift to himself when he received his check for his first manuscript. Annie looked down at him, flushed and expectant. "What's the matter, Tate?"

"Nothing's the matter, exactly. I just want to know what you and Mimi are up to. You act like you're trying to promote an orgy."

Annie fell to her knees and smiled up at him. "Doesn't it sound like a good idea?" She started to pull down Tate's fly. "Your cock seems to think so. It's hard already!"

Tate was not satisfied that the conversation was going the way he had intended. But he had had a lot of bourbon today, and a lot of erotic input. The minute Annie's hand closed around his cock, he groaned and slid his ass forward in the chair. His gonads could not resist the prospect of an impromptu blowjob. The thought that their friends were dancing out in the living room while his wife was stroking his hard cock gave him a perverted thrill.

"Aaaagghhhh!" With deft swiftness, Annie had his cock by the turgid base and was nibbling hungrily on the head of his swollen cock. Her tongue had never been so supple, nor so moist and satisfying in the soft strokes that swirled round and round his cock-tip.

Tate wondered briefly if the episode with Annie had opened up his sensuality. Annie always turned him on, but tonight her mouth seemed to be endowed, with the keys to paradise. Instead of trying to coax her to stop, like a good, host, he rocked his hips upward, pushing his cock in between her willing lips. He forced the thick shaft inside all the way to the base. She groaned lustily and started to bob her head up and down in long tempting strokes. Tate knew now that he would not get back to the living room before his cock had dumped a hot load deep into his wife's throat.

"Oh suck me, baby! Christ, you've got the sweetest mouth in town!" He worried immediately that he might have said the wrong thing. Would Annie wonder how he knew that she had the sweetest mouth in town. Would she worry that he had been sampling elsewhere?

His comment didn't seem to have slowed her down any. If anything, her ripe round ass seemed to be moving more wantonly than ever inside her skirt. Tate forgot all about the hot redhead who had sucked his cock this afternoon. He conceit hated eagerly on the way his wife licked and sucked and snuggled his cock into the hot soft places in her mouth.

His big writer's hands tangled in her thick blonde hair and guided the movements of her head up and down over his pulsing cock. His balls throbbed at the sound of the low gurgles in her throat as she struggled to adjust to his forceful rhythm.

The wilder wiggles of her ass indicated that she was enjoying tending to his big cock at the pace his hands demanded. She hummed non-stop as her head worked out its frantic rhythm. Her humming sent thrilling vibrations from his cock throughout his vulnerable body. "Aaiiee… God, baby, keep it up! That's fantastic!"

From the way she was working, Tate guessed that she was eager to feel his hot cum shooting into the back of her throat. He didn't fight her. Instead his loins surged heatedly forward. His cock lurched into her mouth over and over again. Each time his cock-head blasted its way into the humming cavity of her mouth his self-control grew a little shakier. His hands clutched her hair more intensely.

"Uuuhhh… Jee-zuz, baby! Jee-zuz!" His cock spasmed and began to shoot jets of sperm deep into the back of her throat. He watched the dreamy look on her face as she busily swallowed every last drop of his jism. Suddenly, Tate felt weak as a kitten. His hands fell from her hair. His head lolled back. "Baby… that was sensational!" She licked her lips greedily. "Mmmmm, you're telling me! Tasty too!"

Tate's base instinct tried to coax him into failing asleep in his chair, but he finally managed to rouse himself. "Well, I guess I know what you sexy women want now! You want to get us all rutting and grunting together… eh, beautiful?" He ran his hand passionately through her hair.

"We thought it might be fun," Annie replied demurely. She felt giddy with the day's input. Sex with the most beautiful woman she had ever known, lots of wine, drinking a hot load of her husband's cum… Annie felt like she was sinking into a sea of sensuality. It was a good feeling. She was more excited than she could ever remember being before. She was afraid to push the orgy idea too hard. She was terrified Tate might say 'no'! Then, that would be that!

"Well, I don't want to go losing my oldest friend through the schemes of a couple of horny women…" He was teasing her. He was getting as hot for the idea as she was. He was remembering the way Mimi's trim body gyrated as she danced.

"… but, if it's okay with Sam, it's okay with me!"

His teen-aged wife hugged him tight. "Oh Tate! You're wonderful! I can hardly wait! This will be the biggest adventure we've ever had!"

For just an instant, Tate wasn't sure that he liked the idea of his wife being so eager to screw another man. He reminded himself that he was just as eager to screw another woman… and had in fact done that very thing this afternoon. There would be no harm in letting his wife have this one little fling, under his supervision.

They were about to enter the living room when telltale noises stopped them short. "Ooooohh. Sammmeeeeee."

Tate peeked around the corner from his hiding place in the hallway. Annie stuck her head in under his. He heard her gasp.

The beautiful girl was kneeling over a stool in the middle of the living room. She still wore her dress, but it was pushed all the way up to her waist. Tate saw no sign of her panties. He wondered if she had been naked underneath all the time, when she was dancing with him. He felt a new surge in his groin. "Sexy woman," he muttered under his breath as he watched Mimi lunge her ass back against Sam's stroking cock. Sam was screwing his wife right in the middle of his living room!

"Sexy man!" Annie sighed. She was watching the thick girth of Sam's cock disappeared again and again deep up into Mimi's pussy. She felt a wet thrill in her own pussy as she reached that, earlier today, she had been nibbling on that hot pink cunt. And now the handsome professor was stuffing his hard cock into Mimi's responsive hole!

The teen-ager had been plenty aroused already. But watching her husband's old friend screwing his wife with such abandoned gusto made her cunt dare wet and hungry. She reached book for crotch of Tate's trousers and stroked his cock. It was already getting hard again.

"Why don't you screw me?" she whispered, loud enough, she knew, for the other couple to hear. She saw Sam and Mimi look over their shoulder toward the hallway. Their faces were clouded with lust Sam looked slightly apologetic, but he continued to ram his cock steadily up into his wife's cunt.

"I thought you guys had turned… uuuuuu!"

"No, we… uh…" Tate's ears were still ringing with Annie's lewd suggestion. He watched his impulsive, young wife crawl out onto the living room rug. She pulled her skirt up over her naked ass. "Little whore!" he accused her, his voice thick with lust. "Running around with no panties again!"

He kneeled behind her, assuming the same mounting position that Sam had taken with Mimi. He found the wet opening to Annie's cunt and drove his cock far into her clutching hole. Her guttural sighs of contentment egged him on. He began to work his cock in and out of her pussy. As ha had this afternoon, he matched his pace to Sam's. Again the two old friends were screwing in unison. Only this time each was sinking his cock into the wet snatch of his own wife!

The unexpected situation had the big writer intensely aroused. His balls ached with hunger for more of his wife's tight-gripping cunt. Each time his cock drove its way into her greedy channel, he let out a little moan of relief. He wanted that wet warm feeling so much, and there it was again, tugging his cock to steadily growing hardness!

"Uuuuuhhh… thees ees so exciting… I never had so much fun een France!" Mimi was making a lusty joke, but what she said came from her guts. She was not yet screwing her woman lover's handsome husband, but she was doing what she considered the next best thing. She was exhibiting her lush ass to his gaze, while he rammed his hard cock into his wife's cunt just a few feet away. They were sharing sexuality, though they weren't touching… yet. In France, she had never had friends who were willing to be so bold in their relationships. Mimi had only dreamed of this kind of abandon. "Screw me, Sammeeee! Screw meeee!"

Sam was not quite sure how he had gotten himself into such a compromising situation. When Tate and Annie had left the room, Mimi had started to talk to him about swapping partners for more than dancing. He hadn't been able to believe his ears. Jealous Mimi… was willing to share him with another woman. The thought had excited him – he remembered Annie's big bouncing tits – but then he started to worry about whether he was willing to share Mimi. He and Tate had always been friendly rivals in their pursuit of women. It was one thing to share a whore… but to share his own wife!

Anyway, the next thing he knew was that Mimi had lifted the skirt of her dress and was begging him to screw her. The others had retired for the night, she said. Sam had been drunk enough that the sight of Mimi's swaying ass spoke straight to his rutting instinct, without consideration of social niceties. He had not been so drunk that his cock would not do what he wanted it to do. It grew hard as a rock. And now he was screwing Mimi while his best friend screwed his wife a short distance away.

It was undoubtedly the most bizarre experience he and Tate had ever shared. Sun was intensely excited by the overwhelming aura of sexuality in the room. But still, he felt very possessive of Mimi. It was hard not to, with her hot cunt gripping his cocky bringing it such tantalizing pleasure. "Honey, you have the sweetest cunt in the whole world!"

"Oooohhhh… aaaahhhhhh…" Annie's groans were primal and vocal. Sam could not help hearing, even though his cock was safely inside his wife's heated twat. He could not help getting obscene thoughts about Annie, the precocious teenager, mixed in with his lusty response to his wife's eager pussy.

Annie could almost taste the rich flavor of her excitement. The young blonde had enough of the exhibitionist in her to thoroughly enjoy screwing her husband in front of another couple. She was so thrilled by the wanton depravity of the situation that she could scarcely utter a coherent sound. Her cries were all moans and grunts and sighs. Her cunt was wide open to Tate's thick cock. His lusty thrusts were sending violent stabs of arousal to every one of her sensitized nerve endings. She started to slam her ass harder back against her husband's loans.

"Annie, baby… uuuhh Christ, you're turned on, aren't you, beautiful! Your pussy's never been so hot! Move your ass, girl! Wrap that hot wet pussy around my dock! Uuhhh!" He knew that Annie was getting close to her peak, and she was taking him with her. He clutched his ass-muscles tight and sent his cock railroading up into her steaming cunt, again and again and again…

Sam and Mimi were both the instigators of the erotic urgency that had possessed the room, and its helpless victims. Sam heard the determined grunts of his friend as he relished the tight clutch of his woman's cunt. He struggled to match Tate's accelerated pace. He felt himself getting higher. He felt Mimi's pussy clutching him more feverishly. He heard her lusty sighs of surrender and he grunted with relief for there was no holding back for him, either.

"Oooohhh Sammeeee! Harder! Yesss! Oooo… I'm cummmmn-eeng-g-g!"

"Oh don't I know it, honey! You're taking me right along with you! Jeez-uz-z-z!"

The sounds of the other couple's ecstasy excited Tate and Annie to their own crisis. "Ta-a-ate! I'm cummm-ingg-g! Oh, it's goodd-d!"

"Uuuuhhh! Look out below!"

A long pause followed the raucous outbursts that had filled the room. It seemed awesomely silent, though there was still the sound of soft moans and hard breathing. The women stole pleased looks at one another, but the men kept their looks to themselves. They had come so close together… closer than they had ever been before.

It was almost frightening.

Tate was relieved when Sam picked his wife up off the floor and carried her to the guestroom. They had had enough for one night. All of them. They knew now which way the current flowed, but they weren't sure yet that they wanted to take a swim.

That was how it stood for the men, anyway. The way the women had been wailing and moaning, Tate suspected that they would have gone any way the men pushed them. He was beginning to feel a little awed by his young wife… and doubly so by the smoldering sensuality of his French visitor.

Tate went to bed with the excitement of anticipation forcing the blood through his veins. Something was going to happen… and looking forward to it felt almost as good as the real thing.

CHAPTER NINE

The men were the first ones up the next morning. They sat together in the kitchen, drinking instant coffee. Both were painfully aware of something that needed to be said. At last, Tate said it.

"You know… the women have just about made up their minds."

"Yeah… I know. They seem pretty hot on the idea."

"Well, when you think about it, Sam, it's really not such a bad idea. We've been friends for years… Maybe this is one of the ultimate ends of our friendship."

"As long as it isn't the end of our friendship."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, Sam. But I think you and I have our heads pretty straight about this sod of thing. We shared Mara yesterday without any trouble. We've both got good marriages with wives we love. If anything, sharing a sexual space should make us even closer, and our marriages even better."

"Yes… I guess you're right. Shit, Tate, I've never been the kind of guy to back out on an opportunity. I've always been a trail-blazer."

"You're right, Sam."

"If I've only got one life, let me try what there is to try. At least once."

"You've got a deal, Sam."

That evening was the men's turn to make dinner. Tate did the barbecuing and Sam made a king-sized salad. Everyone ate heartily. And drank plenty of the fine red wine.

This time it was Sam who put the music on the stereo. Only it was music soft and slow this time. Just made for romancing. He asked Annie to dance. Tate followed them onto the floor with Mimi. It was clear to the men at once that the women had grasped their intentions. Each of them melted easily into the arms of the husband of the other. The men marveled that the two women – so different in so many ways – had so easily become allies and friends.

Sam had been nervously anticipating this moment all day long. The robust pressure of Annie's large tits against his chest made him feel lightheaded. He wanted to reach out and grab her round firm orbs. He wanted to tear off her clothes. He didn't want to waste time fooling around with dancing and courting. He was too damned nervous.

Still Sam could not believe that Mimi would be comfortable with his making love to another woman right in front of her. He was afraid of her bursting into a fit of rage at the wrong moment, such as when he was about to stuff his hard cock into Annie's cunt. He guided Annie around the floor so he had a good view of Mimi and Tate.

His wife was dancing so close to the bigger man, it looked as if they had been welded together. There was an arm that Sam could not account for. He found it at last… Mimi's hand investigating the bulge in Tate's crotch.

That did it for Sam. He was going to quit worrying about Mimi and her temper. His wife had asked for an orgy. And she was going to get it!

He let his hand follow its natural instinct. It pulled Annie's T-shirt out of her skirt and slipped up underneath. The shock of his first contact with her naked tit was like a nudge from a naked cable. Sam's feet seemed to rise right up off the ground.

Obviously Annie was just as thrilled by the touch. Her little nipples grew hard and insistent. As she grazed her smooth tits against his groping hand, she felt her nipples poking at him. His cock began to pound in his pants. "Annie, you're some woman," he whispered.

"Mmm, Sam… you turn me on! My cunt's wet already!"

"Jee-zuz!" the professor gasped. She had grabbed hold of his crotch. His cock was swelling to aching life, straining against her grasp, begging for freedom to roam.

Worries about his wife and her reactions faded to the dark recesses of his mind as Sam's senses grappled with the brute realities of the luscious curves of Annie's tits and the greedy boldness of her hand. He could only grunt softly as she started to struggle one-handed with his fly while her other hand continued to clutch his neck, to follow him around the floor to the tune of "The Days of Wine and Roses."

Though he had been anticipating the moment before it came, he could not have prepared himself for the gentle-touch of those avid groping fingers as they took hold of his stiff cock and pulled it from his fly. "Uuuuuhhh… oh honey… you are beautiful. Shit, Annie, you know, you still look like a girl, but that hand sure does belong to a woman!" He looked into her excited eyes and realized that his own eyes must be burning just as brightly. He took one of her nipples between his fingers and began to roll it roughly back and forth. He watched her wince of pain-pleasure. His cock lurched in her hand as she forced her other tit into his hand, begging for more of that urgent treatment. "Look at them, Tate! Oh… eet ees so exciting… Annie ees so beautiful when she ees excited no?" Sam heard his wife's commentary on his and Annie's activities, but he didn't turn to acknowledge that he had heard. Knowing that Mimi was turned on by what was happening pulled out all the stoppers. He watched the panting surrender on Annie's face as he began to pull off her T-shirt.

With animalistic urgency, Sam forced her down onto the rug and began to tug off her skirt. "I've been waiting for this, honey! I can't wait any more! I want that sweet hot cunt of yours!" He was driven out of control by the sheer compelling depravity of the situation. Something he had at once both feared and looked forward to was at last happening. Like a kid presented with a box of candy, he wanted it all. All at once.

Annie cooperated by helping him maneuver her out of her skirt. At the same time, she tugged urgently on Sam's clothes, coaxing him to get naked, too. Heedless of the other couple nearby, Sam stripped and pulled Annie to the floor with him.

He climbed on top of her and started to chew fiercely on first one hardened nipple and then the other. His swollen cock grazed against her thigh. She moaned in frustration when she reached down to grab his cock and couldn't reach. "I want your cock, Sam… oooohhh, you've got me so excited!" Her frank declaration of need brought Sam's blood to boiling. He guided his cock-head to Annie's cunt and shoved. As his cock drove deep into her warm wet pussy, her legs reached up to encircle him. "Uuuuhhh, honey… sweetest swamp I ever slipped into!"

"Ooohh, it's good, Sam! Do it harder!"

Annie's brown eyes flew wide open. She saw Tate and Mimi standing over them, caressing each other's naked bodies while they watched Sam drive his stiff cock into her cunt. The girl found she was intensely excited by being the center of attention. She wiggled wantonly under Sam's relentless lunges. She smiled a slow lusty smile up at her audience. "My pussy is so excited! Mmmmmm! I love it!"

Not until he was finally watching his wife being screwed by another man did Tate realize how hard it would hit him. She was making the same wild urgent sounds that she made when it was his cock massaging her cunt. She looked just as wide-eyed and impressed with Sam's technique as she was with his own. Suddenly Tate felt frighteningly replaceable. It was only when Mimi gave his cock a rough squeeze that Tate was reminded of the treat in store for his own hard cock. He wasn't as far out in left field as he was starting to think. He had no good reason to feel sorry for himself.

The big man convinced himself that it was the unusual depravity of the situation that had helped get Annie so excited. Why shouldn't she respond hotly! His own temperature was way up! Even when he was feeling doubts, his cock remained hard and ready. Annie's lopsided grin reassured him. She was still with him in spirit, if not in body. He had nothing to worry about. It was a time to enjoy.

Tate loosened up at just about the same moment Mimi did. The brunette started to feel her old jealousy as she watched her husband laboring over another woman. Then she tugged at the hard cock of the man standing next to her. Her anxiety disappeared. The sensual Frenchwoman had no qualms about sharing her man, when there was such a tempting reward standing right next to her.

She began to feel intensely aroused by the sight of her husband driving his cock up into the cunt of another woman while she moaned in ecstasy. She fell to her knees in front of Tate and greedily closed her lips around Tate's cock-head. The resilient feel of the swollen cock made the brunette anxious for more. She slipped her lips all the way down to the base of Tate's cock. Then, her big dark eyes grinning mischievously up at the startled man, she pulled her mouth back. "Mmmmmmm…"

A sudden weakness in his knees made Tate grab handfuls of Mimi's dark curls. He helped her work her head back and forth along his inflated cock. His eyes deserted Annie and Sam. The writer was mesmerized by the way Mimi's red lips clung to his cock-girth. The little flutters of her lips as she worked them back and forth astounded him. Mimi had a cock-sucking technique that was all her own.

He had never experienced anything quite like it.

"Jee-zuz, baby… that's the way! Ooohhh, that is some sweet mouth you've got there!"

Both Annie and Sam felt the same reservations at the same time it sounded like the others were having a heck of a good time. Were they missing something? Was this really where they wanted to be? Both looked up at the open-mouthed stupor on Tate's face then down at Mimi's dark head bobbing over his cock. The sight excited them.

"Annie, honey… I think I'm starting to enjoy this perversion business. Oooeee! I'm feeling as horny as a cock in a chicken coop!"

She urged her pelvis up toward him, slamming her pubic bone against his. Her hot cunt clasped greedily around his filling cock. "Me too, Sam. Oh yeah, I'm so excited…" The teen-ager had never seen someone she loved making out with somebody else. Though the first few moments had given her a cold shiver down her spine, she was rapidly growing used to the idea. She was even excited by the perversion of her own excitement. It seemed masochistic to want to see her own husband getting his cock sucked by another woman. But the vision filled her with lust. She had her secret knowledge of how Mimi's mouth had felt on her cunt the day before to inspire her arousal. She moaned like a lone coyote on the prairie and begged Sam for more of his hard cock. Listening to the sounds of her husband and her new woman lover going at it made Mimi impatient for some satisfaction of her own. She pulled her mouth from Tate's cock and turned to face Sam and Annie. She waggled her bare ass in Tate's direction. "I can't wait any longer, Tate. Screw meee! Screw me queeck!"

Tate licked his chops. The sight of that olive-toned shapely ass. The sound of Mimi's lewd proposal. His cock throbbed impatiently. He couldn't wait to bury his swollen cock deep up inside her waiting cunt.

Falling to his knees behind Mimi's swaying buttocks, Tate guided his cock-head in along the crack in her ass. He inspected the brown pucker of her sphincter, remembering the night he and Annie had listened to their visitor being screwed in the asshole. Fired with zeal to experience the sensuality of the woman, he slipped his cock-head on down to her squishy cunt-hole. His cock fell inside her twat and immersed itself deep in her tight clutching pussy-depths. "Ooooooooh, yes, ma am. That is a good place to be! Move it Mimi baby! That's a girl!"

Mimi shoved her cunt back onto Tate's cock again and again. She was in no mood to waste time on gentle rhythms. She was ready to be screwed out of her head. "Oooooohhh, Tate! What a beautiful cock you have! Screw me with your hard cock!" The sheer energy of the slender Frenchwoman astounded Tate. She never let up for an instant. Her wet cunt wriggled invitingly down the length of his delighted cock. Each time she varied the angle a little, so the pleasure was never the same twice. His whole body was resounding with the joy of screwing this free, wanton woman from across the sea. If ever he had had any reservations about the wisdom of an orgy with his best friend and his wife, they were gone now. Tate wouldn't have missed this moment for all the royalties in New York.

Annie took time out of her abandoned ecstasy to look over at her big husband kneeling up behind her woman lover. She watched the heated glow on both Tate's face and Mimi's. Their consuming lust inspired her own. She wriggled her pussy up Sam's cock. To her satisfaction, he kept up with her fervor. His cock started to move faster. She realized the bearded poet was just as aroused by what was going on next to them as she was!

Sam began to wonder how he could have doubted that the orgy idea could be anything but beautiful. Everything was perfect. His wife was immersed in her own wailing world of abandon. She hadn't displayed one sign of jealousy. Sam realized she must really like the younger woman. It was not like Mimi to let another woman get away without at least a couple of catty remarks. Mimi behaved toward Annie as if the blonde were her long-lost sister. The situation couldn't have pleased Sam more. It had been a long time since the professor had had a nineteen-year-old on the end of his aching cock. Her tight twat hugged his cock like a second skin. Sam was totally captivated by the girl. She was so much more exciting to screw than the redhead had been the day before. Annie was a delightful combination of child and woman. She made his cock hard as a piece of steel. That was Sam's ultimate criterion for measuring the sexuality of a woman. If she made him get it up fast and keep it up, she was special. If she kept his mind intrigued as well as his body, she was out-of-this-world.

"Annie honey, keep the tracks open cause I'm coming down the line!" Sam's cock battered its way deep into the blonde's pussy. He had to help her raise her head to keep her from being trapped by her own long hair that was pulling her head farther and farther back. His lust was unstoppable. Sam was heading for the final station!

Annie was there ahead of him! One final urgent lunge of his cock split her joy-juices wide open. "Oooooohhh, Sammmmmmmm! Oooooohhhh I'm… cummmm-ing-g-g!"

Listening to Annie's triumph started Mimi going. Kneeling in front of the powerful Tate, she slapped her ass-cheeks mercilessly backward. She grinned as the orgasm swept through her. "Annie… I tooo… I'm… cummmeeeeng-g-g!"

The combined chorus of the two ecstatic women broke the men loose of their restraining bonds. They let go almost simultaneously.

CHAPTER TEN

It was a fun-filled evening for everyone, but the next day, Tate had an appointment with his agent. He would be gone all afternoon.

"Hell, I'd love to call up and cancel," he said. "But we've got too much business to discuss to put it off. My next three sales are hanging in the balance." Tate watched wistfully as the others sat down to lunch without him. He would be having lunch with his agent. "Are you sure you can afford to cut classes, Annie?" he asked nervously.

"As soon as I quit getting straight 'A's', then you can start worrying."

"Okay. Okay. See you all later."

"Sure, I think I'll take them over for a dip at Olivers' pool."

"Good idea."

The women had never let on about their swim an the first day they had been left alone. By mutual silent agreement, they decided to keep that episode their own little secret. It was still too new between them to discuss it with others.

So Mimi pretended that it was the first time that she too had seen the pool.

"I sure could use a swim. I'm as hot as a turtle on a tin roof." Sam was the first to dive into the pool. But Mimi and Annie were right behind him. There were no ceremonies among them now. No one wore bathing trunks.

The inevitable colliding of bodies under water started temperatures soaring, and not because the day was a warm one. At one point, Sam found himself with a beautiful woman on either side of him. He found the holes that led to their eager cunts. They squealed at almost exactly the same time. Sam felt a rush of power. His cock throbbed. "Let's get out of this pool. I've got plans."

The women were right with him. They had their own plans. Both were eager to rekindle the passion they had ignited the day they swain alone together. It had been only the day before yesterday, but it seemed longer now. So many thaw had happened…

They pulled the air mattresses from the shed and made a big mattress but of three. Sam's cock was growing steadily as he helped the women arrange their makeshift bed. Neither woman could resist it. They giggled and teased him about his impatience, reaching over to caress his rubbery cock and to praise its beauty.

Sam took a tit in each hand and pulled the women down on either side of him on the mattress. Being careful to observe priorities, he reached for Mimi's mouth. Her lips bore down on his. Her tongue dueled with her husband's while his hand caressed her nipples to stiff erection.

"Hhnnhh!" Sam moaned. Mimi's mouth grabbed his again. But he continued to growl out his appreciation of the mouth that had descended onto his pulsing cock-shaft.

Stimulated by the lewdness of two women attacking one man in the hot summer sun, Annie abandoned herself to sucking Sam's cock. She felt the warm sun-rays caressing her backside as she bent over the pinioned man. It pleased her to hear his groans of appreciation. Mimi too was groaning, and Annie knew that the older woman was turned on by the idea that her husband's cock was being sucked by another woman while she kissed him.

Annie extended her tongue and carefully prodded the slit in Sam's glans. Her tongue swirled agilely round and round the puffed-up head of the professor's cock. She stabbed the sensitive spot where his glans met his cock-shaft on the underside. She teased him by only letting her mouth go that far, and then suddenly by a whole ramrod shaft deep into her. "Hhnnnhhhh…"

Intensely aware of the depravity of her husband while another woman made love cock, Mimi felt her cunt growing steadily wet as she probed Sam's cheeks. Her fevered brain suddenly came up with an idea that made her want to try it out.

The brunette maneuvered herself around so she lowered her pussy onto her husband's face. She squirmed her hot cunt downward, leaving Sam no choice but to make oral love to her twat. Sam didn't seem to mind.

"Jee-zuz, what a beautiful little cunt!" he groaned, and then his voice was lost in a muffled blur.

"Aaahhhh!" Mimi cried as Sam's tongue prodded deep into her cunt. He tongue-fucked her until she felt weak with arousal. Then she abandoned herself to the remainder of her lewd plan.

Bending her head to where Annie was skillfully licking Sam's cock, Mimi stuck out her own tongue and demanded licks. Annie moved away long enough to let the older woman suck her husband's cock for a couple of strokes. Then the two eager women combined efforts to lick the man's cook together. Two tongues… snaking their way up and down the glistening hard shaft of Sam Morgan's cock. So immersed was he in his pussy-eating efforts, it took Sam a moment to realize what was happening. But when he did, he had to summon up all his willpower to keep from blowing his cool right on the spot. Two hungry mouths on his cock at once! "Skit!" he breathed excitedly, and licked greedily along the fluted pink flanges of his wife's obscenely proffered cunt.

The longer the women labored over the stiff cock that seeped its occasional drops of semen, the hotter they got for each other. Their mouths came closer and closer together on Sam's cock. They paused to kiss, entwining tongues hungrily. Then quickly they returned their attentions to Sam's upthrusting cock.

Mimi squirmed her pussy down more urgently than ever into Sam's face. Annie felt the need in her own neglected cunt growing more and more intense. She reached back and began to fondle her wet pussy. She stabbed two fingers deep into her cunt and worked them feverishly back and forth. Her moans grew more shrill, more irregular. Greedily, she stuck out her tongue in search of kisses from Mimi, of thrilling licks of Sam's hard cock.

From the frustrated moans that Annie was uttering, from the abandoned way the blonde was playing with herself, Mimi knew she was going to have to do something for her woman lover.

The brunette was intensely excited by the thought that Annie was doing herself while she ground her cunt into her husband's face. She grew hungry for pussy.

Forsaking Sam's cock, she struggled to maneuver Annie's ass around so her pussy was in a position where it was accessible to Mimi's mouth. By getting Annie to twist around, by craning her own neck around, her tongue managed to get a taste of aroused cunt. Mimi groaned in appreciation of the tangy taste and stabbed her tongue in deeper. She wanted more! And more! And more! Mimi's tongue worked like a relentless snake!

"Aaaiiiieeee!" The blonde teenager moaned helplessly, squirming her pussy into her woman lover's face. It was all she could do to keep sucking Sam's cock, but her depraved task lured her back. She clasped her lips firmly around his gleaming cock-shaft and bobbed her head up and down. Sam's groans inside his wife's pussy-slit… Mimi's contented mewling as she ate her pussy… these were the lurid sounds that gave her strength and passion to carry on!

Vaguely, Sam became aware that there was only one mouth now sliding up and down his cock. He could tell by the movements of Mimi's body that something was going on down there. He craned out from under his wife's loins for an instant. His wife's face was buried up against the younger woman's cunt!

He and Mimi were eating pussy together!

This was wilder than anything that the forty-three-year-old professor had ever imagined. His wife was shoving her cunt into his face while she ate another woman's cunt while that woman sucked his cock. It was incredibly depraved, and more exciting than anything Sam had ever experienced. He saw the lust in his wife's eyes as she looked back to discover what had put a stop to her pleasure.

"Eat me some more, Sammee! I like eet! Eet turns me on! Does eet turn you on to watch me eat Annie's pussy!"

"Jee-zuz! It sure as hell does!" Sam slumped back into his willing captivity. His mouth returned to his bisexual wife's hot twat. It was more thrilling than ever now to suck her flowing juices, knowing what was going on at her other end! "Hhhnnhh!" He shoved his cock deep up into Annie's mouth.

This was the best orgy Sam had ever had! It was great to have two beautiful women to himself! Two women who put no bounds on their perverted appetites!

Sam realized suddenly that it was more exciting for him to be alone with the women than it would be if Tate were here. With both women responding to his needs, both women mated closely to his aroused body, there were no problems of jealousy or male competition. Sam was willing to admit that he was a greedy man. He liked to be right in the center of the action, with all of it working his way!

While the sun warmed their writhing bodies, the three orgiasts merged in the building cadence of lustful abandon. Sam let himself go entirely. He ate Mimi's wide-splayed pussy with slavish effort. He felt so luxurious offering his cock to the sucking Annie, he felt as if he had all the time in the world to investigate the soft hollows and furrows of Mimi's craving snatch. He wanted to do the job right for her. He wanted to give both women what they longed for. For Mimi, a rousing ecstatic orgasm, dealt by his agile tongue. For Annie, a mouthful of thick hot cum. He could hardly wait to shoot his wad into the teenager's greedy mouth. It would be like staking his ultimate claim, to know that his love-juices were safely stowed deep in her insatiable belly.

Annie was getting the education of a lifetime. School scented a boring business comparing to this thrilling way to learn about life. She moaned happily as she learned the intimate secrets of every curve and line of Sam's cock. She relished the thought that her woman lover was eating her pussy while she ate her lover's husband's cock. The depravity of what they were all doing was almost more exciting than the actual physical excitement. Almost, but not quite.

"Ooooohhh, Mimi! Eat nice! It feels sooo wonderful!" Annie didn't know what she liked better, the thrilling heft of a swollen cock in her mouth or the wet excitement of a hot tongue sweeping up over her cunt-lips. Both had an allure without equal. She loved them both. She loved them for the awesome experience they were giving her!

At last, both sides of Mimi were satisfied. She had a lusty man eating her twat. She had a savory heated pussy to nibble and ravage. If Mimi could have defined heaven, it would have looked much like this: a man on an air mattress, eating a woman's pussy, while the woman ate another woman's wet cunt, while that second woman sucked the man's, cock. It was lewd! It was the most exciting day of Mimi's life! Every day seemed just a little better than the day before, since she had come to California!

"I'm cummmm-eeen-g-g!" the Frenchwoman exclaimed suddenly. She ground her pussy ecstatically into her husband's face. She returned her tongue to Annie's cunt, willing the girl to take her pleasure too.

Annie could feel the force of the older woman's energy drawing the climax right out of her. "Aaaahhhh! Oooooohhhh! Mmmmppphhh…" Sam forced his cock back into her mouth, and abruptly started to spill his cum into her throat. She struggled to swallow it all. It was a difficult task, but she came through. She sucked him dry.

"Uuuuuhhh!" Sam moaned contentedly as he felt those greedy lips pulling the last of his jism from his balls. He continued, to lick his wife's pussy, gently now, relishing the taste of her sweet juices. He was surrounded with pleasure, bathed in ecstasy.

It was only when the sweat-coated bodies started to wriggle away from one another that they realized how thoroughly the sun had baked them. All together, holding hands, they ran for the pool and jumped in with a mighty splash of relief.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Tate was not entirely pleased when he found out what had happened in his absence. Threesomes were not fair exchanges, as far as Tate was concerned. He decided that he had one coming to him, and anxiously awaited his opportunity.

It became difficult to get either man out of the house without the other. Tate, because he didn't want to be a 'two-time loser'. Sam, because he knew damned well Tate would grab his opportunity as soon as he was alone with the women. He couldn't stand the thought of anything happening without him. Nothing was said about either man's suspicions about the other. The foursome went everywhere together, including to bed. The men were comfortable with their extended sexual relationship, but they were determined to keep the rules obeyed.

Mimi convinced Sam that Los Angeles might be a nice place to live for a while. After all, they didn't want to leave their friends, or the sunshine, ox the excitement of their evening frolics. At her encouragement, Sam applied for a job at one of the local colleges.

On the day of the interview, Sam suffered agonies. Mimi was determined that she was not going to go along. "What would I do there? Eet ees your interview, not mine. Don't be a baby!" Sam was caught and he knew it. He had no choice but to leave the other three alone together. It was a disgruntled Sam that went off to face his interview.

"I know you weel get eet," Mimi told him as she kissed him good-bye. "You are a good teacher, and that ees what they are looking for."

Sam had read his man well. Almost the minute his car disappeared down the road, with Sam at the wheel, Tate called the two women into the living room.

"I've noticed that you two girls kind of like to get at each other when we're all together. Eat a little pussy here. Squeeze some tit there. Why stop at half measures? It'd really turn me on to watch you two making it right there on the floor. What do you say? I'll give you something nice for your reward." His eyes grew big with lust. He smirked at the women, daring them to comply with his obscene suggestion. He hoped they would not turn him down. He had been planning this ever since he started wondering what he would have done if it had been him left alone with the two beauties instead of Sam.

The women smiled at each other. Both were thinking the same thing. Tate was unwittingly playing right into their hands. With all this togetherness lately, they hadn't had a chance to be alone, to daily with one another's tempting charms without the interference of the men. There was a special thrill to being alone together, doing the things women like to do…

"If that's what you want, Tate…" Annie grinned coyly at her big husband. She went over to the window and drew the drapes. She lit a candle. The sensual atmosphere in the room inspired her to make the first move. She walked up to Mimi and wrapped her arms round her. She began to kiss the older woman hungrily. As she felt Mimi's arms enclose her, she grew bolder. She reached for the brunette's tits and fondled them through the thin material of her blouse. Her tongue stabbed deep into Mimi's mouth.

Tate felt an immediate lurch in his cock as he watched the women embracing. The greedy way their mouths mated the suggestive mashing together of tits thrilled his prurient libido. Then, as Annie's hand reached up to caress Mimi's firm breasts through her blouse, he felt his cock grow to insistent life. "Christ, you women really go for it, don't you. Makes my cock hard just to look at you!" Impatiently, he ran a hand over the straining bulge in his trousers.

Though the women were engrossed in each other, both were aware of Tate's excited comments. Both realized the big man was getting a hard-on just from watching them. The obscene thought goaded them on in their efforts. It was thrilling to have an audience… to enjoy their private perversion and the excitement of being exhibitionists all at the same time.

Their hands roved heedlessly, over one another's bodies. Clasping a ripe tit, an ass-cheek, a soft handful of pussy. Even with their clothes on, the embraces brought the women to shivering arousal. They broke away from their French kiss to look at Tate. The big writer was rubbing his groin, looking a little embarrassed but very excited.

"Well, Tate?" Annie asked him impertinently. "Is this what you had in mind?" She realized her voice was shaking.

"Yes… Christ, take your clothes oft girls! Give me some real action!" Tate remembered how his young wife liked to be turned on by dirty words, lewd encouragement. He heaped them upon the two lovely women as they undressed.

"Mmmmmmm… good-looking titties, girls! Are those pussies nice and wet and squishy? That's it ladies… feel each other up!"

The blonde teenager could feel the juices overflowing from her pussy. She wanted Mimi so bad. And, at the same time, she was responding to her husband's eager voyeurism. His lusty comments made her want to give him a real show. Her twat was burning with unrequited passion.

Tate admired the different kinds of beauty of the two women as their hands reached out once again, this time to caress one another's nakedness. Annie's large full tits contrasted appealingly with Mimi's small upthrusting ones. Annie's kinky blonde pubic patch was an interesting compliment to Mimi's curly dark bush. He grinned lecherously as their hands automatically went for one another's hungry pussies. He watched fingers disappear up inside hot cunts. "Shit, you girls are something else! Too bad old Sam is missing this show!"

Tate's suspicions of his old friend disappeared in his own moment of satisfaction. It no longer mattered that Sam had had the two women to himself, that he had had them both lick his cock at the same time. Tate was very much satisfied with the depraved scene he himself had orchestrated. He was getting a special kind of thrill out of watching the women fingerfuck each other, knowing that their twats were there for his swelling cock, any time he wanted them.

He watched the expressions on the women's faces grow steadily more abandoned. Their mouths hung slackly open as they concentrated on the warm clasp of pussy-flesh hugging the embedded fingers. Their eyes looked at one another, shining with lust, anticipating.

"Oooohhh… eet ees good, her pussy ees getting so wet!" Mimi was talking as much for the watching man as she was for her woman lover. She knew Tate's cock was throbbing to the tune of their growing passion. She wanted to give him a real show. She wanted his cock to be aching for hungry pussy from the stimulation of their wanton act. Mimi was getting into the spirit of being a performer for her new lover. She was pleased that Tate had come up with the idea. He was a man with sensual imagination. She liked that.

"Mmmmmm… stick it in me harder, Mimi! Oooohhh, your cunt's so wet, baby! Feels ni-i-ice!" Annie too was relishing the knowledge that Tate was sitting there, stroking his cock through his pants, getting off on what they were doing. She was pleased with this new extension of their love-life. She was happy to share her woman lover with her husband in this enticing way. Her marriage was broadening, was becoming more stimulating to Annie. She hadn't even missed her little adventures at school lately. Things were far too rousing right here at home to make her hungry for other thrills.

Together, the panting women dropped down onto the floor. They arranged themselves in a sixty-nine position. Annie's head nestled against Mimi's dark pussy-mound. Mimi was face-to-face with the kinky triangle of Annie's cunt-hair.

While Tate leaned forward for a closer look, the women started to probe each other's pussies with their tongues. Their fingers opened their lover's fleshy gashes to reveal all the other woman's secrets to their ardent gaze. Tate could not resist. He got down on the floor with the women. He didn't want to miss a moment of the lurid action. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed as he watched his wife swirl her tongue round and round Mimi's swollen little clitoris. The big man began to realize that this was no game for Annie. She really enjoyed eating cunt! The realization stunned Tate for an instant. He hadn't known about that part of his wife!

Gradually, his mind forced Tate to relax with his new knowledge. After all, Annie's activities were giving him a throbbing ache in his cock. The two of them were still together in spirit. It was just that Annie was letting him in on a part of herself that was apart from the world of men. He was glad she trusted him that much. His brain began to race with the stimulation of a whole new world of pleasure that had suddenly opened up before them. He could imagine the young women that were Annie's friends, that were so attractive to him, becoming fair game for impromptu threesomes. He wondered if Annie had women lovers already. "Well… you're full of surprise, Annie baby!"

Unaware of the workings of her husband's fevered brain, Annie worked hex tongue down from her girl friend's clitoris to the wet seeping entrance to her cunt. She licked up the hot juice that dribbled from her aromatic hole. Her tongue worked even farther down. She stabbed the tight clenched pucker of Mimi's sphincter and felt a lewd thrill when Mimi wailed in excitement. She ground her own cunt feverishly down into Mimi's face. To her delighted surprise she got a dose of the same treatment. She shivered and groaned as Mimi's tongue prodded her asshole. "Eeeeee…"

Mimi grinned into the blonde-fringed cunt before her. That was what she wanted to hear. The sound of her woman lover's abandon was music to her ears. She stabbed her tongue hotly into the glistening folds of Annie's pussy. The way the blonde's resilient flesh yielded to her probe made her own cunt flutter. She moved her pussy into Annie's face and lapped up the moisture trickling from her passion-swollen cunt.

The excited brunette took one after the other of Annie's pussy-lips into her mouth and sucked hungrily. Her young lover groaned so wantonly, her mouth deserted Mimi's twat. The older woman eased up on her assault. She was not willing to give up the pleasures of her pussy for the pleasure of her lips. Annie's mouth returned to her wet slit.

Tate watched wide-eyed and incredulous as the two heads labored over grinding eager loins. Annie's mop of long blonde hair was splayed over Mimi's thighs and belly. Her head bobbed up and down to the tune of her unchecked lust. Mimi's shorter dark curls bounced with her efforts. The Frenchwoman groaned softly as she worked. Each time Annie hit a particularly good spot on her cunt, Mimi's soft groan turned to an animalistic bellow. The sound sent a shiver down Tate's spine. It made his cock throb in urgent hunger.

The big man knew that he wouldn't be able to resist much longer the urge to join the wanton twosome. While his gaze remained riveted on the women, he slowly pulled off his clothing. His hard cock pointed straight in front of him, showing him the way. It swayed mere inches from Annie's laboring back.

"Mmmmmmmm…"

"Oh, Annie… you are so good, lover! Mmmmpphh!"

It didn't take much coaxing from Tate to get Annie to position herself on hands and knees over the sprawled Mimi. Mindlessly, the blonde let herself be pushed up to where. Tate wanted her. She didn't question. She was too immersed in her pleasure. She was ready for whatever pleasure he might have in store for her. She was fearless of his lusty hands that grabbed urgent handfuls of her ass-cheeks and kneaded them raunchily. The blonde had no idea how intensely her throaty groans turned her husband on.

From her position underneath Annie's crotch, Mimi stole a glance up at Tate. The first thing she saw was the engorged turgid shaft of his cock. The sight made her pussy pulse. She pushed her excited twat into Annie's face. It made her shiver with an emotion that was a kind of masochistic pleasure, something close to fear. She had never seen the big man look so aroused… so reckless.

It made her pussy burn to think that it was her and Annie's promiscuous performance that had brought him to such a state. She reached up to suck on Annie's clitoris, wrenched a howl from the blonde's throat. But she knew the exclusivity of their mating could not last. Tate was ready to join the fun. His hard cock poised so close to Annie's raised ass left no doubt on that score.

It took only a moment for Tate to fulfill Mimi's expectations. He pulled Annie's ass high in the air, away from the brunette's greedy mouth. A lewd smile contorted his features as he heard his wife groan submissively. He watched her blonde head wriggle over Mimi's pussy. Excited as she was by what he was doing, Annie was not going to desert that juicy cunt!

"Hell… you sure do like eating pussy, don't you, baby! Well go to it, beautiful! Turns me on to watch your greedy little mouth work! Makes my cock ache for you!"

He watched her ass wriggle lustily. He knew his words had got to her. The excited man looked down at the wide-eyed face under him. Mimi was watching him with an excited leer on her face. She was waiting to watch him plunder his wife's twat. She was obviously looking forward to the moment when his hard cock would sink into Annie's hole. Her wanton enthusiasm made his steel-stiffened cock throb.

"Does your pussy feel good, Mimi? Is my little wife doing a good job on you?"

His obscene questions brought a new gush of wetness of Mimi's cunt. She felt a masochistic thrill. "Oooohh… yesss… Annie ees so wonderful, such a good lover!"

"She sure is… she has such a hot little pussy!" Tate grazed his cockhead over Annie's quivering twat, coating it in the obscene sheen of Annie's juices and Mimi's saliva. The blonde lunged her ass upward while her mouth worked on the Frenchwoman's cunt. Her groans indicated she was desperate for Tate's filling cock.

"Don't worry, baby! You're going to have all the hard cock you can handle in just one second!" He gazed down at her vulnerable pink slit. At the brown pucker of her asshole. He asked himself one more time if he should carry his lewd plan into action. The answer from his aching balls came out an urgent 'yes'.

He did it!

"Aaaiiiiieeeee!" Annie's startled mouth abandoned the grinding furrow of Mimi's pussy. The blonde could scarcely believe what was happening. Only the incredible strain on her unprepared asshole made the perversion of her position horribly real.

Her husband had stuffed his cock into her virgin asshole! "No, Tate! Noooooo! Stop! You'll hurt meeeee!" Annie was riot suffering so much pain as an uncomfortable feeling of fullness. She would never have believed her tiny nether passage could take her husband's cock all the way to the hilt. But she was doing it! He was doing it to her, for the first time, right in front of her woman lover! Right over her woman lover's head! Mimi must be watching it all right now!

"God-d-d! Tate! She ees taking eet all, right to the base! What a woman our Annie ees, no!?"

"Ahhhnnnhhh! Yeah! Jee-zuz what a tight hole!" Tate was asking himself why he hadn't thought of this sooner. Her rectum was so tight and hot. It clung to his cock like a new kid glove. The sensation was intensely exciting. Almost as exciting as the depraved thought that he was screwing his wife in the ass… for the first time… while her woman lover looked on!

He could hear Mimi's excited commentary coming up from beneath the spot where his cock-shaft began to work in and out of Annie's forever-stretched hole. The passion of Mimi's exclamations inspired Tate's arousal. He felt intensely powerful. He had interrupted the women's coupling like a stallion getting his mares in line. With one brutal thrust, he had taken over the lead in the erotic match. Now all attention centered around his throbbing cock. With a grunt of exhilaration, he started to screw his wife's ass in smooth even strokes. "Aaaaahhhhh!" Pinned helplessly beneath her husband's sodomizing cock, with her lover's twat staring her in the face, Annie struggled to deal with her new unsolicited depravity. Now she was taking cock in the ass! Depraved as the idea seemed, it turned the teenager on!

She remembered the night she and Tate had listened to Mimi getting screwed in the ass by her husband. She remembered how turned on she had been by the sheer perversion of what was happening just a thin wall away. A deep dark side of her had wanted the same thing to happen to her, but she hadn't dared tell her husband. She had feared Tate might think she was a hopeless degenerate. That was the greatest depravity of all – worse than being a lesbian, worse than orchestrating orgies, worse than anything.

So why did the obscene thought of her helpless situation excite her so intensely?!

Why was that uncomfortable overfull feeling in her asshole becoming remarkably pleasurable!

Suddenly the why's and wherefore's seemed extremely unimportant. What mattered was the pleasure. The pleasure was there. The pleasure was hot and urgent. She had no choice but to follow it where it would lead.

With grunting abandon she began to thrust her ripe buttocks back to meet her newfound abandon. The open pink pussy before her once again became the urgent object of her desires. She buried her face in Mimi's cunt and sucked avidly. She forced the groans and mewls fight out of the older woman's throat. She was determined that her two lovers would enjoy this obscene mating as thoroughly as she was.

Annie wanted no doubts and no regrets.

Both Mimi and Tate were astounded by the young blonde's wholehearted conviction.

They exchanged an excited look, they both lost themselves in the hot ecstasy stemming from Annie.

Tate concentrated on the way her hot ass-walls clung to his stoking cock. Their eager clutch was almost painfully tight, but the pain was on the lower end of the threshold, where it remained an appealing erotic urge. The sight of his wife's full ass-cheeks wriggling encouragingly back at him drove Tate to more heated efforts. He was so pleased that Annie was enjoying herself this way. "Whoo-eeee!" The big man understood now why Sam liked to holler when his cock was feeling good. Tate was on top of the world, and all because of these two sexy women… the one taking his cock up her ass, the other moaning abandonedly beneath the site where Tate's cock sawed in and out of his wife's asshole.

Mimi's eyes closed dreamily as she churned her own twat up into her woman lover's face. Annie's mouth had never been more thoroughly satisfying than it was at this moment. Her lips nibbled hungrily on Mimi's cunt-lips. Her tongue serviced her clitoris and her wet cunt-hole with equal enthusiasm. It even swirled down from time to time to tease her asshole. Mimi smiled lazily and looked up once again at the thick cock working in and out of Annie's asshole. What a couple Annie and Tate were! Fellow countrymen had warned Mimi that she would not like Americans. The brunette was proving them wrong. She loved Americans! Especially the two slaving like animals above her excited gaze. "Ooooohhh! Annieeeee! Your tongue ees so sex-y! Aaaiieee! You make me feel so free, lover!"

She reached up and fondled Annie's wet pussy. She stabbed a finger lewdly up inside the blonde's cunt. From her snug harbor, she could feel the motion of Tate's cock in Annie's asshole. The sensation brought a new surge to her twat. She began to fingerfuck the young blonde to the rhythm of Tate's cock in her asshole.

"Aaaaiiiiiieeeee!" Annie kept tonguing Mimi's twat, but it was an effort. The teenager was overwhelmed with sensation. Tate's cock in her ass! Mimi's fingers in her cunt! She writhed before her twin assault. She nibbled at the brunette's cunt. It tasted so good! She felt so good! Annie had never been so thoroughly aroused in her life!

Sam and the head of the English department had liked each other on sight. They had quickly agreed that Sam should come to work there. Pleading an urgent appointment, Sam had gotten away early. On the drive home, his brain had raced with lurid pictures of what he could expect to find when he got there.

His imaginings didn't hold a candle to what greeted his eyes as he stood in the kitchen doorway. Sam had come in the back way. Obviously no one had heard him. And he could see why.

CHAPTER TWELVE

His wife Mimi was lying on her back on the rug, at the bottom of a heap of naked orgiasts. Annie was kneeling over Mimi, eating the brunette's cunt while her husband screwed her. Sam realized from the tense look on Tate's face and from the angle of penetration that the older man was screwing his wife in the ass.

"Whoo-eee!" he exclaimed, and he felt a twinge in his balls.

But Sam did not want to feel good. He was annoyed. He had expected the three of them to get into an orgy as soon as his back was turned. And, sure enough, they had done it.

Obviously, the three on the rug had heard Sam's cry. They looked excitedly in his direction, but his presence made little impression. They were too engrossed in their own pleasure to take time out for the apologies that Sam felt they should be making.

The longer he watched Tate's cock moving in and out of his wife's asshole… the longer he watched the beautiful blonde's ass squirming backward and her mouth bending to his own wife's twat… the harder Sam found it to remain angry.

The throb in his cock made the bearded professor feel a little silly. Here he was, right in the midst of a heated atmosphere of lust, and he was being petty. After all, he had had his chance alone with the two women. Wasn't it fair that Tate should have his?!

Fair, yes. But not necessary. Sam's brain was determined in its jealous pique.

But the man's brain was not in charge of his reactions at the moment. It was his body that was holding all the aces. His cock was growing steadily inside his pants. His nerve-endings were jangling with the determined assault of a thousand pleasure darts. His knees were getting weak. He had the strangest urge to take off his clothes.

"Damn the principles!" he muttered at last, and began to strip.

"Oh Sammeeee!" At last his wife deigned to acknowledge his presence. "Eet ees so exciting, darling! Annie ees taking eet een the ass, for the first time! She ees a brave girl! She loves eet!" Her cunt rocked recklessly into the blonde's face. The brunette was pleased that her husband had returned in time for the fireworks. Her belly was ablaze with frustrated need. Annie's mouth felt wonderful, but there was something else she wanted. A nice hard bellyful of stiff cock!

"All you hot twats love it!" Sam replied recklessly. He grabbed hold of his wife's trim ass and pulled her out from under Annie. He positioned her rudely on hands and knees, so she was facing her woman lover. They could watch each other, he decided, while they both took it in the ass.

The teacher coated his cock in the plentiful juices that covered Mimi's pussy-slit. He worked his cock back and forth, back and forth, teasing his wife. He watched the look on his old friend's face as Tate screwed Annie's ass. The look was pure rutting lust. It sent a twinge ricocheting through Sam's loins. No time to waste!

He nudged his cock-head against Mimi's puckered asshole and shoved. He looked straight at Tate as he shoved it in all the way to the hilt. "It's good in the ass, isn't it, Tate old buddy! Nice and tight!" Sam was still feeling somewhat defensive toward his friend. The guy was so damned predictable! But gradually the hard feelings were disappearing. The look on Tate's face was probably much the same as the one Sam had worn the day he had two women sucking his cock at once. The thought soothed the poet's ruffled ego.

"Uuuuhhh! Yessss! Now eet ees perfect! Uh, I was so hungry for you, Sammeeee!"

"Pussy-eating's fun, but it's nice to have some good hard cock for the main course! Is that it honey?" He shoved his cock deep up her asshole and pulled quickly out, until only the head was still buried inside. He paused just an instant, then shoved it up into her again.

"Oh yessss… I love your cock, Sammee! You know I love eet!"

Sam couldn't resist her exclamation of devotion of her charming French accent. He realized suddenly that Mimi had become much more human since they had come to California. She didn't put him through his paces so often. She was too busy, he guessed, planning the next orgy. But that was just fine with Sam. Mimi was at her nicest when she was getting screwed senseless. "Mmm… nice tight hole, preaches! Shit, I love screwing your ass, woman! Hhnnhh!"

"Oh do eet to meeeee!" In the midst of her passion, Mimi extended her neck forward. Her mouth searched for Annie's. The blonde met her half way. They kissed wantonly, while their asses writhed to the rhythm of their husbands' sodomizing cocks.

Absorbed though he was in the heated clutches of his wife's eager asshole, Tate could not ignore the eroticism of what was going on all around him. He looked at Sam, at the bemused twinkle in his old friend's eyes. Half of that was lust, he knew. Part of it, he guessed, was amusement at the struggle the two men had been waging over the past couple of days. Making sure nobody got any more than anybody else. At a moment like this, such anxieties seemed particularly laughable. There was obviously plenty to go around, for both men. They had nothing to fear from each other… and everything to gain, from the combined horniness of the two lusty women. Tate was sure suddenly that he and Sam were true comrades again. They had joined forces in the battle to conquer their wives' hot holes. They had rediscovered the honest lust of their long-standing relationship.

Once again, they were two buddies out whoring. This time, the greedy women were their own wives. But that was okay. It kept the action at home, didn't it? They didn't have to worry about losing their secure marriages to the demon temptations of lust. Their women liked to get it on a lot! That was all!

They were a couple of lucky guys!

"Christ, Sam, I'm sure glad you showed me how good this ass-fucking is. We listened to you and Mimi the other night. Been wanting to try it ever since! It's hot stuff!" He laughed and roared out his approval as he drove his cock far into Annie's asshole. The choking gasp of pleasure that escaped Annie's throat made him eager for his next assault.

Sam realized Tate was letting him know that they were equal partners. He was letting Sam know that he respected him, even though he had set up the orgy with the women this afternoon. His friend's comment was a compliment, and Sam took it as such. "Glad you finally decided to try it, old buddy!! Makes a nice change of pace, doesn't it?"

From there on in, the two men worked in perfect harmony. They shoved their cocks up into their wives' asses at the same deliberate rousing pace. The women writhed and squirmed and kissed one another. The atmosphere grew hotter, thicker. They were lost in a dream-world. A wet-dream world!

Though at times, they felt it could last forever, gradually the urgency crept up on them. As the men's cocks grew thicker and harder inside the women's assholes, the urge to let go became overpowering.

"Oooooohh… I'm cummm-eeng-g-g!"

"Me too! Oh, kiss me, Mimi! I'm cununmmmmpph!" The women kissed while their asses worked out the floods of sensation that washed through them, drove out the accumulation of a day's building hunger.

"Oh God, Annie! Move it like that, beautiful! Christ, I'm cumming in your hot little asshole!" The perversion of filling his wife's secret hole with wet gobs of jism gave one last extra twinge to his tails. And then Tate could cum no more. He collapsed on top of his blonde wife. His relaxed face was a picture of lusty contentment.

Sam, the latecomer, was the last to cum. But his orgasm was no less intense for the delay. With a grunt of relief, he felt his cock begin to spurt into Mimi's clenching asshole. Her ass was red-hot from her orgasm. It was a good place to be. His cock had never been more pleased with itself. "Jeez, it's good in there, honey! Whoo-eeee!"

That was only the start of the day for the lusty foursome.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The Morgans found a house to rent only a couple of miles from the Tate cottage. Trips back and forth between the houses were frequent, but gradually the sexual foursome faded in importance. The men were good friends. The women were very close. More and more often, on their evenings together, the men drank and discussed the literature. The women worked on homework… for Mimi had decided to go back to school. She was attending the same college as Annie.

Tate invited Sam to join his health club. They often met for a late afternoon swim and sauna. "You know, Tate… I'm glad we got that thing with the girls out of our system. I don't think we could ever have been so comfortable with each other if we hadn't. You… I used to be jealous of you. You're such a damned good writer, and I still have to publish my own poetry!"

"I've always been jealous of the way women go for you. Women always like you suffering poets. They look at me and I think 'another jock'. It doesn't always pay to have muscles." He slapped his friend on the back and laughed. It was hot in the sauna. His hand slipped right off Sam's back. "We know both our theories are only half true, don't we? You're a hell of a good writer. You'll make it one of these days. Meantime, you're the best teacher I've ever met. Me… I don't have so much trouble with the girls as I like to think I do."

"You know what I've been thinking about lately, Tate?"

"What?"

"Mara. You know, old buddy, there's some special thrill to the unknown. Here, we've got our own orgies at home whenever we want them. But I guess I'm perverse. I've got to have the unexpected in my life."

"Not worried about what Mimi would say any more?" Tate teased him.

Sam grinned sheepishly. "It's only since we got into this thing with you and Annie that I've learned to see right through my Mimi. She pulls a good bluff. I always thought she was tough and mean as they come. I realize now she'll take a good fuck before a fight. I know how to handle Mimi now. I used to be afraid of her, can you imagine that?"

"She's one hell of a woman. She's enough to make any guy give himself the once-over. She doesn't miss anything."

"No, she sure doesn't. She hasn't missed it one day in the past six weeks. I tell you, Tate. I've got to have myself some R and R. It's getting to be work. Do you think we should look Mara up?"

"Why Mara? Let's tell the girls we've got a writers meeting Friday night. We'll go see what we can find."

"Now you're talking!" His troubled mind now at peace, Sam lay back on the wooden slats and sweated.

Mimi and Annie took their lunch bags and Cokes to a secluded spot on the campus lawn. They stretched out luxuriously and nibbled on sandwiches and pickles.

"How do you like my friend, Tom, Mimi?"

"He ees very handsome. But he seems very cold."

"I don't get it. He smiles all the time."

"Yes, but the smile does not come from the heart. I know that."

"Oh… that. Yeah. Tom's a politician through and through. But he has his good side."

"Ees he your lover?"

Annie looked shocked.

"How did you know that?"

"I can tell these theengs. I am a French woman, remember?"

The younger woman giggled. "Tom would have a fit if he thought anyone knew. He thinks he's the coolest thing since ice cream!"

"Ees he good?" Mimi's eyes were solemn with interest.

"He has a little trouble getting it off, but he's got a wild imagination and he's a lot of fun. We don't see a lot of each other, but when we do, it's dynamite!"

"Do you think I could try heem too?"

Annie's eyes sparkled. "Ready for some new blood?"

"You know… a leetle adventure ees good for the soul."

Annie flung her arms around the older woman. "Mimi… I love you. You're a woman after my own heart. That's exactly what I've always believed. But I never thought a man would understand… even Tate… even though we have this new frankness going… even though you and Sam…"

"I know what you axe talking about, Annie. You don't have to explain. It's something we women have kept secret from men for so long, we cannot let the secret out now. Yeah, you know my old man actually believes it's men who have the roving eye, and women whose instinct is to stay at home! With Tate and me, it's always been the opposite."

The women were still hugging. Mimi could feel her pussy getting wet inside her panties. She started to grind her pelvis gently against Annie's belly. "You feel good, Annie. You will let me play with you and Tom next time?"

"I'm not sure if Tom could handle it. But why don't we go to a singles' bar on Friday night? That would be a gas. We'll tell the guys we have a special lecture at school."

Mimi pinned lecherously. "I can hardly wait." She made a face of mock distress and pushed her hands between her thighs. "Een the meantime, what do I do about my aching pussy?"

"I know a great little closet under the stairs at the student union. Good old Tom gave me a spare key. It's our meeting place."

Mimi stuffed what was left of her lunch into a bag. "Let us go. I am so hungry for your pussy."

"Mm, Mimi… you're beautiful!"

Content

Janet Mccoy
Hot bed brides

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN