David Crane

Three horny wives

CHAPTER ONE

Jennifer Foley woke up early that morning and looked across the bed at her husband, Fred, who was sleeping soundly.

Jennifer was frustrated. It seemed to her that the only thing he ever did at home was sleep. Of late, he had been spending more and more time at the office and not getting home to their house in the suburbs until late at night. He would slump in front of the television for a while and then crawl up to bed. In the mornings, as soon as the alarm clock sounded, he was up and out of the house.

When they were first married, Jennifer had fucked and sucked day and night, now she was lucky to get a quick poke on weekends. Jennifer was a horny woman and the fact that she was not getting her share of fucking was of great concern to her.

She began to idly stroke her poor neglected pussy. Her cunt rippled with expectation as she traced the tips of her fingers along the unfurling cunt lips. The slit parted into a wide gash, and that gash was filled with cream, eager to be filled with hot cock.

She reached out sideways and ran her hand over Fred's lean, hard belly. She moved her hand down, hoping fervently that he would have a morning hard-on.

She smiled happily when her fingers came in contact with rigid flesh. His cock was big and hard and she folded her hand around the thick shaft and frigged up and down on his pecker, slowly and luxuriously.

Gently, she pushed the sheet down so that she could look at her husband's erect cock, a rare sight for her of late. It was a splendid cock, the shaft was thick and long, the knob an enormous wedge of hot meat and his balls as big as coconuts, swelling with their juicy load of cock milk. Jennifer regarded this wonderful equipment and anticipated the excitement of having it stuffed up her starving pussy.

Fred shifted in his sleep, his hips moving in his slumber, reacting to her stroking hand. His knob flared out from the top of her fist and his stalk was as hard as iron in her palm.

Jennifer looked at his cock, longingly. A nice long fuck would be lovely now, she thought.

Then she had a wonderful idea. Why not mount his prick while he's still asleep? She thought. That way I can have a lovely fuck without even waking him. The more she looked at his dick the more she thought what a good idea she had had. It looked so succulent and Fred was in a deep sleep. It was hers to do anything she wished with.

Maybe I'll give it a little suck before I feed it to any pussy, she thought.

Jennifer had always been an enthusiastic cock-sucker. She simply adored having a hard prick in her mouth to milk dry. The thought of sucking Fred off while he slept seemed very wicked and, therefore, infinitely desirable with the thrill of depravity.

She leaned over and pushed her tongue out, licking the swollen cock-head softly, savoring the first delicious taste of cock-meat. Then she moved back a little, teasing herself with his knob a fraction of an inch from her tongue. She sighed and whimpered and then, unable to hold back any longer, she tapped the tip of her tongue against the knob and delved into the parted cleft.

She kissed the tip and gasped with pleasure as his mighty cock-head expanded like a balloon before her eyes. Her mouth was fairly watering for his prick and balls now. She lowered her face and lapped at his swollen balls. She felt the hard nuts move under the hairy sack and lashed her tongue avidly over his balls, thrilling with the knowledge that they were full of thick, hot cum, ready to hose into her simmering twat. She sucked the bloated globes between her hot lips and then, licking up and over them, she began to lap up his stalk.

Her tongue flashed back and forth on his rod, laying the thick, dark ventral vein and then, pausing at the sensitive spot where the shaft joined the knob, she fluttered her tongue until his cock vibrated like a tuning fork.

She licked his cock-head, laving and bathing with her slippery tongue, curling around the vibrant slab of hot meat. Joyfully she slurped, the delicate flavor tingling on her taste buds, causing her to positively drool.

Parting her lips, she slipped the head of his dick right into her mouth. Her lips slid over his cock like a tight collar as she slowly took his prick far back into her mouth. She held him there, her mouth chock-a-block full of hot meat, moaning with the pleasure. Then she sucked lightly. His knob was so big that it pressed into her cheeks on both sides and the tip lodged in her throat. She began to slide her lips up and down, skimming along the length of his stalk while she sucked and her tongue lashed at the underside of his rod.

Her cunt twitched and tingled. Jennifer tried to drag her lips away so that she could get on with fucking him, but so great was the joy of having her mouth full of dick that she could not bring herself to tear her lips away and mount his prick. It was as though some carnal suction was holding her clasped to his pecker like a rubber plunger slapped against a wall. She drew her lips up his shaft, but when she came to the flaring knob she could retreat no further. She sucked adoringly on the big meaty wedge and then her lips moved back down his shaft instead of pulling free. She was feeding the whole length of his massive stalk to her greedy mouth, taking the tip of the knob right back in her throat and pushing her face down so far that her pursed lips were rustling in his pubic hair and, her chin was pressed against his swollen balls.

She had gone suck crazy! She used her lips and her cheeks and her tongue, all at the same time, giving him such a thorough head job that he was beginning to hump in his sleep. He was whimpering and panting – who knows what dreams he was experiencing – and he was fucking right up into her mouth, pushing in as her head lowered.

She felt a thin trickle of cum run onto her tongue.

She whimpered as the delicious spunk coated her tongue and taste buds. It was just a trickle of preliminary juice, just a hint of the precious load that was building up, but it was enough to make the spunk-starved cock sucker hungry for more. She knew it was too late to switch his cock from her mouth to her cunt now – even if she had wanted to, she could not seem to get her mouth off him. Some firm suction, some wonderful vacuum, held them together.

She realized that she would simply have to milk his balls in her mouth and then inspire him to a brand new erection to satisfy her burning lust. But this was no hardship for a woman who loved to drink thick cock cum. With that determined, she set to sucking his cock with a vengeance, her head flying up and down the shaft as she sought to bring him off.

Fred moaned in his slumber. His cock expanded even more, pushing her lips into a wide circle around the broad shaft, his cock-head filling her throat. She was gasping and choking on the hot mouthful but she worked on, eager for his ejaculation. Another preliminary trickle poured over her tongue, thicker than the first, and she whimpered with lust, knowing that he was about to shoot his wad into her head, to whitewash her tonsils with his heavy load of spunk.

She pushed far down onto his stalk, lips slurping along every precious inch of the hot shaft and taking his dripping cock-head way back in her throat.

Suddenly her mouth was filled with cum.

Fred's hips gave a mighty lurch upwards and his jet hosed into her mouth in a steaming torrent.

Jennifer gasped. She gulped, swallowing down his jism just in time to make room for more as be blew a second great wad of cream into her cheeks and throat. Her head never missed a stroke, never faltering for an instant, despite the magnitude of his mouth-filling deluge. Her head flew up and down and her lips almost turned inside out, so fiercely did she suck the spunk from his balls.

Heaving his hips up and down, Fred blasted a third great spout into her mouth, and yet a fourth, the last weaker in force and less in quantity, although every bit as tasty. Jennifer drank every succulent drop.

At first she had gulped down the mouthfuls of cum hurriedly, knowing that there was more to come and desperately making room for it, so it did not overflow. But now she savored the final mouthful on her taste-buds, letting the slimy love oil wash around her tongue and seep into her cheeks, enjoying the flavor and the texture for a few moments before she drank it joyfully down. She continued to to suck on his dick until she was sure she had milked every vital drop from his knob. Then she pulled her lips away and, using her tongue, gathered up a few remaining drops that had escaped her mouth and trickled down his dick and over his balls.

His dick had begun to shrink. It was not soft yet but had transformed from a straight rod to a big loop, curving out from his belly.

Jennifer's oral hunger had been appeased, but now her cunt was clamoring for its own satiation. She slipped her lips over the head of his pecker again and commenced to suck, intending to mouth him back to a brand new erection and then mount him.

But then Fred woke up.

"I just had the most incredible dream, honey," he said.

And then he looked down and saw that Jennifer's face was impaled upon his knob and he grinned sheepishly.

"It was no dream, dear… but it was wonderful," she said, her words muffled on a mouthful of dick-head.

"Did I came?"

"Ummm… did you ever. You almost choked me, darling, but I swallowed it all."

"Naughty girl," he said.

"Yes, I know… And now I'm going to suck you up nice and hard again so you can give me a good fucking."

"That sounds like a good idea," he said, and settled back to enjoy the hardening process.

Jennifer slurped and sucked on his cock and it began to straighten back from a bow to a rod. When she was satisfied that he had reached a suitable degree of hardness, she pulled her lips from his cock-head and quickly started to straddle him. Cunt juice was running from the inside of her thighs and her twat was gaping open, the slit awash with cream.

The alarm clock jangled.

"Oh, no!" Jennifer wailed and, reaching across to the bedside table, she picked up the offending timepiece and slung it at the wall.

"Darling… I'll have to go," said Fred.

"Oh, please…" Jennifer cried.

"Jesus, I'm sorry, honey… I've got to run."

Jennifer made a valiant attempt to sheath his big dick in her slot, hiking her belly up and dropping over him as if her juicy snatch were a butterfly net, but he squirmed away and jumped up from the bed. He dashed to the bathroom.

Jennifer stared after his fleeing ass with an expression of annoyance and frustration.

She heard the shower running.

She waited, hoping that he would change his mind – that he would neglect his damn job long enough to throw at least one good fuck into her horny twat.

But when he emerged from the bathroom, the cold shower had done its job.

His cock had gone soft and flaccid and hung uselessly down along his thigh.

He flashed her a sheepish grin of apology as he began to dress, but Jennifer wanted no apology.

Jennifer wanted pecker.

She threw herself down on the bed, seething with frustration.

CHAPTER TWO

Fred and Jennifer Foley lived in Blackheath, a fashionable suburb on the outskirts of the city. It had been Jennifer's idea to move there when he had started to make enough money as a young executive, but she had soon regretted her decision, when she realized that commuting time between home and the office was going to cut drastically into their fucking time. Fred worked hard and was getting ahead in the business world but Jennifer much preferred getting head to getting ahead and now she found herself frustrated all the time.

She wondered if she should take a lover.

But she didn't seriously consider that, because she knew that her husband was working so hard to make a secure future for them. Now, hearing him rattling around in the kitchen, she regretted her anger. At least she could make his breakfast, she thought, and got up and pulled a negligee over her lush curves.

The negligee was semi-transparent and did nothing to hide the charms of her body. She had big firm tits, molded thighs and an ass shaped like a valentine. Her hair was soft and fashionably cut, her eyes were dark and she had prominent cheekbones that caused her countenance to appear sensual. She liked her body, both for its appearance and the pleasure it gave her.

She paused and looked in the mirror, smiling at her reflection with a touch of narcissism.

She could see the outline of her dark pubic triangle through the filmy negligee. Then she sighed. What was the point of looking sexy when Fred had to rush off to his job?

She went down to the kitchen where Fred was drinking coffee.

"Let me make you some breakfast," she said.

"No time," he said. "I'm driving today. I have to pick up Morgan, he'll be waiting for me."

He put the coffee cup down and looked at his watch. Jennifer moved towards him. The filmy negligee drifted over her lush curves and her naked thigh came out as she stepped, but her husband's eyes never drifted over her body.

He gave her a hurried kiss and hastened off. Damn, thought the frustrated housewife.

She heard the car start and drifted over to the kitchen window.

Fred was driving past the house and Morgan Davis, their next-door neighbor, was just coming out of his own house.

Jennifer wondered if Carol Davis was as frustrated as she was. Fred and Morgan worked together and alternated driving into town. Carol couldn't have any more time with Morgan than Jennifer did with Fred, but Jennifer had never figured that frustration was one of the miseries that benefited from company. And maybe her friend Carol did not have such a powerful sex drive, either, although she certainly looked sexy enough.

Jennifer decided that she would ask her neighbor about her sex life. They were good friends and could speak openly of such matters.

She watched Morgan get in the car. The car moved off down the street. The next house in line was the Harrisons', and as she watched her husband drive past there Jennifer thought that Colleen Harrison must be lucky. At least she would be lucky for a while, because Colleen and her husband Bob were newlyweds who had just moved into the suburbs.

They must screw plenty, thought Jennifer, with envy.

What a difference a few years and a promotion could make to one's sex life, she thought wistfully.

Jennifer had always enjoyed plenty of sex before she was married. She had not exactly been a tramp, but she had been sexually liberated and gone to bed with a number of boyfriends and the odd one-night stand before meeting Fred. But she had fallen in love with Fred and been faithful to him during their courtship as well as after they were wed.

Nor did she want to cheat on him, but still… a woman needed dick and that was the truth. And if her husband couldn't supply it in abundance…

She wondered once again if she should have a love affair. The idea was exciting, certainly, but she was in two minds about it. She wanted to get fucked but she didn't want to start a love affair that would endanger her marriage. She wanted physical satiation without emotional ties.

An arrangement like that was not easy to find. How did a married woman go out and pick up a man for sex without complications?

Why, the solution was obvious. All one had to do was go to the places where men went to find women!

There were plenty of low bars in town that no respectable woman would be seen dead in, when men went looking for exactly the kind of sexual arrangement that Jennifer had in mind far herself. What a handy solution to a housewife's frustrations, she thought.

But it was merely a fanciful thought…

Jennifer's cunt was still smoldering.

She decided that she would simply have to masturbate. She didn't like to rub herself off, it seemed a terrible waste to yield an orgasm to her own hands, but the alternative was to suffer through the day with a terrible need in her simmering pussy. She loved to feel sexually excited – but only when there was satisfaction in the offing.

Nothing made her more excited than milking a dick and nothing frustrated her more than sucking off a cock without getting anything in return.

Feeling resentful toward her husband again, she went back to the bedroom.

She stood in front of the full-length mirror, regarding herself. She opened the negligee and thrust her tits-out. The pink nipples were stiff and tingling. Dropping the gown, she turned, and, looking over her shoulder, admired the shapely contours of her well-packed, heart-shaped ass.

She licked her lips. The succulent flavor of Fred's cum lingered on her taste buds.

She turned through a full circle, looking over her shoulder to admire her ass and the backs of her smooth thighs, switching her hips from side to side. Facing front, she cupped her big tits together and lifted them, molding the cleavage deep and upright. She passed a hand over her softly rounded belly and let her fingers trail through the dark pubic thicket.

She humped her belly out in a fucking motion. She bent her knees and parted her thighs so that she could see the juicy crack of her cunt between her legs.

Cupping her tits again, she ran her thumbs across the nipples like windshield wipers, trembling at the sensation. Then she lowered her chin to her breastbone and pushed her tongue out. She lifted her tits in her hand. She began to lick her stiff nipples, alternating between them, and took them in her red lips and sucked them gently.

She liked to suck her own tits. Someday, she thought, she would like to suck some other girl's tits, just to see what it felt like. She pulled on the taut nuggets and loved the way they exploded between her lips.

Her cunt gushed with juice. She wished that she were able to suck it herself. She had often tried to do that, lying on the bed and throwing her legs over her head, her knees pressed to her tits while she bent her back in a deep bow and stuck her tongue out as far as it would go. But she could not quite make contact. With her neck straining almost to breaking point and her tongue pushing out so far that it hurt at the root she was only able to lick at her pubic bush and fell an inch short of her clit.

It was frustrating to be so close and yet so far from the juicy love box. She knew that it would be wonderful to suck her own twat, and probably taste wonderful too. But now she knew there would be no use trying. Her failure would only serve to frustrate her more.

The only way she was ever going to get to suck a pussy was if the pussy was between some other girl's legs.

Jennifer found that thought very exciting. She was certainly no lesbian but she was very erotic and she had a pretty good idea that sucking a cunt would be a thrill. Someday, she thought, she would simply have to give it a try. She would like to sixty-nine with another woman, she thought, getting it as she gave it and maybe pretend that she was sucking herself… or maybe not, depending on how the act worked out.

She would like to have Fred there right now, to watch her rub her cunt and then slap the prong to her when she was whining and gasping for it.

She pushed her belly out and touched it against her reflected belly in the looking glass. She ground her hips and ass around as if she were molded to the other woman's body, rubbing her cunt on the mirror cunt, leaving a smear of cunt juice on the glass. She was absolutely glowing with lust. She stuck her tongue out and slipped it along her full lower lip, pretending she was sucking a cunt. She lapped at the air pretending that she was laying a pecker, then she pushed her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, imagining they were a dick.

She pushed a saliva-moistened finger up her asshole and wriggled sensuously on it. She was dazed by her passion now. Sucking Fred off with no return had aroused her to a true state of desperate sexual need. She thought about Fred, that is, she though about his cock.

Then she thought about sucking cocks – any cocks – and licking cunts and fucking and taking it up the ass and writhing in the midst of a dozen horny men as they jousted for the three positions available in her sweating heaving body, taking turns slipping the pork to her cunt, ass and mouth, one after the other, until she was so full of cum that she swelled like a balloon.

All these thoughts did nothing, of course, to cool the ardor in her crotch. She began to rub her clit. She massaged the throbbing nugget with her palm and rubbed it between her thumb and fingers, until it was incandescent with passion. She moved away from the mirror, and stretched out on the bed. Holding her cunt lips spread open with the fingers of one hand, she finger-fucked herself slowly with all four fingers of her other hand, while her thumb swept back and forth across her tingling carnal button.

She brought her juicy fingers to her mouth and sucked on them, tasting her own cunt juice. It tasted just fine, she thought. She would certainly have to find a suckable cunt in the near future, to satisfy her curiosity, if nothing else.

She brought her hand back to her pussy and started finger-fucking and thumbing her love-bud again. With the other hand she fingered her taut asshole, pushing her middle finger up the tight hole and wriggling it about.

She couldn't decide how to pleasure herself. She wanted everything at the same time – cunt, clit, nipples, asshole – all cried out for attention.

She slid from the bed and went to the bathroom, fingering her cunt as she went.

She turned on the shower and adjusted the spray to narrow jets of warm water. Leaning against the back of the shower stall, she hiked her belly up and opened her legs and got positioned just right so that the warm jet hosed her clitoris.

Oh, that was nice.

She cupped her tits in one hand, lifting them one at a time as she lowered her head, chin to her breastbone, and commenced to suck on her nipples.

She pushed her finger up her asshole. Positioned there in the shower stall, reaming her asshole, sucking her nipples and squirming as the jet of hot water shot directly onto her flaming love-bud, she figured she was in as good a situation as she could get in her solitude.

She began to tremble, appearing to vibrate and rattle as the thrill coursed through her.

Then she came like a series of dynamite sticks going off one after the other through her loins.

Pretending that the spray from the showerhead was a jet of spunk from a cock-head, she melted with the thrill.

She slumped, sliding down the wall and, for a few moments, she lay there, panting. Then she smiled dreamily.

She got up on weak knees and turned the shower off.

She felt a lot better than she had – not as good as if she'd been properly fucked, but better than being frustrated.

Jennifer thought that it was a damn good thing that if a woman had a husband who worked too hard to be passionate at home she always had the alternative of masturbation.

But if the neglected sex-pot had known exactly what sort of work was keeping her husband so exhausted lately, she would have been bitter, indeed.

Ned Foley had a new secretary.

CHAPTER THREE

Like their wives, Fred Foley and Morgan Davis were close enough friends to discuss sexual themes. Sexual themes, in fact were what they discussed most of the time. Sometimes they talked about baseball or poker and sometimes they spoke of their work, but mainly, when they talked, they talked of pussy.

As soon as Morgan got into the car, Fred gave him a big wink and said, "Christ, what a blow job I got off Jennifer this morning! My eyeballs damn near caved in."

Morgan, who had not had a fuck that morning, felt his cock lurch up.

He put his briefcase on his lap to hide the proof of his interest. It lay there like a platform supported on the spike of his hardening dick.

"Milk you dry, did she?"

"Dry as a bone."

Morgan grinned.

"Maybe that new secretary of yours will get some dictation done today, then," he said with a leer.

Morgan knew that Fred was balling his secretary.

Fred said, "Naw, sexy as she is, I'll be as hard as a nail by the time I get to the office."

He drove on a ways, then said. "Thing is, I was asleep."

"What?"

"This morning. I was asleep. I thought I was having a wet dream, for crissake. Then I woke up when I came and, sure enough, old Jennifer was working away like a vacuum cleaner, gulping down mouthfuls of spunk. Nice! I guess I've been neglecting her, since I hired Jackie. Oh, well." He shrugged.

"I wish Carol was as horny as Jennifer," Morgan said. "I never get enough at home. Oh, she isn't frigid, nothing like that. It's just that I want it all the time and she only wants it some of the time, so half the time I'm chasing her around the house with my pecker sticking out."

"I'll lend you my secretary," Fred said.

"Oh wow!"

Morgan sounded so enthusiastic that Fred, who had not been serious, frowned.

He said, "Maybe that's not such a good idea, though… both in the same office and all. Word might get out."

"I thought that was too good to be true."

"Tell you what, Morgan… next time we have a night out, we'll pick up some broads."

"I'd rather have Jackie."

The fact that his friend was lusting for his secretary got Fred aroused.

Both had hard-ons by the time they got to the office.

Jackie was a doll – an inflated doll – all soft curves and padded flesh packed into her clothing. Her face, too, was doll-like, wide eyed, full mouthed, framed with tousled blonde hair. She looked constantly surprised and sort of dumb in the classic dumb-blonde fashion.

In point of fact, she was dumb.

She was not a very efficient secretary, being scarcely literate, not to mention unskilled, but she was not so dumb that she failed to recognize her deficiencies in that department. Jackie had known, right from the first, why Fred Foley had hired her. During the interview, he had stared at her big round tits and she had squirmed in her chair and parted her wet lips and said things like. "Oh, golly, I'd sure like to work for a clever young executive like you, Mister Foley," and, "Gee, what a swell pin stripe suit you're wearing. Of course, with a nice lean body like you have, I guess it's easy to wear clothes…" and, more to the point. "The reason I quit my last job was because the boss wanted to sleep with me. But he was ugly. If he'd been a lean, good-looking man, I wouldn't have minded, but I wouldn't sleep with an ugly man, boss or not. So I quit." In fact she had been fired for total inability to do the job. Her boss had been impotent and not interested in her as a sex object so had she not been fired, she would have quit, anyhow. So she was not really lying very much.

Fred Foley, intrigued, had hired her.

That did not surprise Jackie.

The only thing that surprised her was that he did not screw her for three whole days.

Bixt then he had taken her to lunch and they had a few martinis and back at the office she had sat on his lap with her dictation pad and pencil and that had been that.

He'd screwed her every day since.

Since he was wasting a lot of his working day fucking, and since Jackie was so inefficient that Fred had to do a great deal more work than normal, he was not really advancing his career, as his wife had assumed.

But he was still too tired to fuck much at home, and it had the same effect.

Jackie was seated at her desk, the top of which was bare, applying red lipstick, when Fred Foley came in. She gave him a sexy smile as he passed. She had taken note of the lump in his pants and knew that she would be summoned to his private office soon. She put her lipstick away. She squirmed in her chair. Sure enough, Foley buzzed her on the intercom.

Jackie went into his private office, carrying her dictation pad for the sake of appearance.

Foley stood beside his desk, smiling, his hands clasped behind his back. He looked every bit the executive but for one fact.

His cock was sticking out.

His pecker was semi-erect, looping out from his open fly in a great coil. It bobbled slightly, as if the weight of the massive knob were causing the shaft to bob up and down like a plumb line, defining the angle of his lust.

Jackie could see the heavy bulge of his balls, which were still inside his trousers. As she gazed at him, as if her vision were caressing his prick, that formidable engine of love jerked upwards and stood at an angle before his belly. Jackie dipped her knees slightly at the same time, so that she could get a good look at the underside of his rising shaft. Her pussy twitched in anticipation as she took in the meaty eyeful.

Jackie knew that a good secretary didn't trouble the boss with minor problems but took matters into her own hands. So, although there was no bed or couch in his private office, Jackie didn't ask him if he wanted to fuck on the desk or on the floor. She went right over to him with her bouncy strides, tits bobbling and ass jiggling.

She wrapped her hand around his rampant pecker and frigged up and down a few times, causing the massive knob to flare even more. She could feel the thick vein pulsing against her palm and the head turned an angry red, as if it were starting to glow.

Foley sighed happily and pushed his lean hips towards the girl, running his prick through her hand.

Jackie's hand slowed. His prick felt suspiciously ready to blow and she didn't want him to waste all that lovely cum on a hand job – nor to have him shoot all over the front of her sweater. She gave his pecker a last, loving pump and moved back a few steps. Crossing her hands behind her neck she drew her sweater over her head.

She wore no bra and her tits, bared, were like perfectly matched melons, almost too wide for her narrow torso and yet so firm that they didn't sag at all. Her nipples were as big as her thumbs and the areolas surrounding them were the size of silver dollars.

Foley sighed his approval and leaning forward, he took her big nipple in his lips and sucked on it. His tongue swept across the tip and coiled around the swollen nugget, causing the blonde to purr like a cat. He switched over and sucked the other nipple and then straightened up, smiling.

He nodded for her to proceed.

Jackie unzipped her short, tight skirt at the side and squirmed out of it. She wore red bikini pants, the crotch-band of which was already wet. She wiggled around a bit, letting him admire her, then hooked her fingers under the elastic band and drew the panties down.

Foley looked with approval at her cunt. She was a true blonde and her pubic bush was a heavy mound of golden curls, slightly darker than her hair.

She opened her lush thighs slightly. He could see the top of her slit, a moist pink gash that split her bush delicately. Her clit was rigid and beginning to tingle. She lifted her arms and posed. She spun gracefully around in a full circle so that he could admire her from all angles.

"Mmmmmm, beautiful," said Foley, his cock lurching.

"Want me to undress you?" Jackie asked, quite willing to do such things in the line of duty.

"No, later, Jackie, there won't be time to undress me."

She could see that this was true. The head of his cock was rampaging on the end of its thick shaft. The cleft was parted and already a drop of glistening fluid had oozed out from the split and was trickling down the knob.

He motioned her back to the desk. Jackie backed up until her ass bumped into the big executive desk and then slid onto the surface, her ass braced on the very edge. She opened her thighs. Her cunt was flooded and unfurled, the lips peeled back, revealing the dark inner flesh, streaked with cunt juice.

Foley advanced on her with his cock jutting out before him.

Jackie placed her hands on the desk behind her and arched her slender back. She thrust her belly out and her smooth, shapely thighs parted wider. Her cunt was trembling, as she watched the head of his pecker draw nearer. His cock needed no guidance. It dipped its head until it was on a line with her crotch, a pointer directing itself towards that creamy delta. As she waited, her cunt creamed more, turning her golden, sunlit forest into a flooded swamp. The head of his dick bounced against the inside of her thigh, just above the knee, and skidded down that sleek, open track. The tip nestled into her sodden slot.

Foley paused for a moment, savoring the expectation of the imminent thrill. His cock pulsed. It was jutting from his belly like a great bolt. Reaching down, he hauled his balls from his fly. They were huge and swollen with the burden of his passion, the hard nuts throbbing inside the big, hairy sac. Jackie cooed with delight, for she loved big balls – she loved the heavy deluge they poured forth.

She squirmed, working her steaming twat around on the head of his formidable tool. Her cunt lips dragged at him, as if they sought to haul him into her hot hole.

Foley braced his thighs, tightening the muscles of his ass, and pushed his pecker into her cunt to the very hilt. They were both so hot and wet that his cock hissed as it slid into her steamy sheath.

"Oooooh… oh!" Jackie moaned.

Foley grunted with pleasure. He held that deep, full penetration for a long moment, thrilling to tile feeling of having every inch of his big dick encased in soft moist pussy. His balls were jammed tight to her thrusting ass and her smooth thighs gripped his flanks. Jackie had begun to pant as she felt the joy of having her hot vacuum stuffed to the very brim with throbbing cock meat. Her cunt began to ripple and pull upon his prick, dragging and sucking along every inch of the huge stalk and laying adoringly on the great wedge of cock-head that ballooned so deep within her belly.

Her ass squirmed on the edge of the desk. She wriggled, urging him to fuck her. Her thighs were hooked around his hips; her belly pushed up and down, her taut love-bud worked against his stalk at the root. Deep inside her loins, she could feel his cock-head swell.

Foley began to fuck her.

He drew out until only the tip of his massive tool was in her slot, paused and then pushed slowly back up the slippery channel. Jackie writhed on his cock, panting. He gave her a second slow stroke, dipping his knees and feeding the pork to her with an under-slung stroke. Jackie pushed her loins out to meet him with a counterpointal pelvic jolt. Foley corkscrewed in on the third stroke, screwing his great pecker into her lustily. She matched his movements, rotating her hips and rippling her cunt round him, making her cunt a juicy socket into which he could plunge his prong. He began to move faster, pouring the meat into her frothy hole violently. He was gritting his teeth and rolling his eyes, looking almost demented in his passion. He shoveled the fleshy fuel to her like a stoker feeding a furnace, slamming in so deep and hard that his balls were thudding against her tilted ass.

Jackie's face was contorted with desire. Her doll-like eyes had narrowed to slits and her red lips were parted and moist as she gasped on his lunges. Her heels drummed on his ass, urging him to fuck her faster and harder, then they locked behind him and her thighs tightened and relaxed over his hips – relaxing as he pushed in, compressing as he withdrew.

Foley was putting it to her with total absorption and concentration. His balls were so swollen with pent-up passion that they bulged between her thighs and his pecker was expanding, spreading her cunt wider and wider. He was snorting with the effort.

Jackie whimpered with ecstasy. Her big tits bounced with firm weight as she rocked to and fro on the edge of the desk. She threw her head back, rolling it from side to side. Her throat worked as she gasped and gurgled with the bliss of fucking.

Foley cupped his hands over her tits, as if clawing at them for support. Her hot nipples hardened in his palms and his fingertips dug into the soft globes. He was beaded with drops of perspiration and his breath rasped out harshly as his orgasm drew near.

He tried to hold back. But there was no need as far as the over-sexed Jackie was concerned, for her pussy was already starting to melt on his big pecker. Her cunt was waxy around his wick and then, smoldering, began to drip and flow.

"Come!" she cried. "Oh! Oh! I'm coming!"

Foley felt her glowing pussy flood. As he pushed his cock up her hole, his mighty piston pumped heavy streams of cunt juice from her slot. The slippery juice poured down her crotch and filled the crack of her ass. He pushed in harder and a light spray of cunt juice soaked the front of his trousers. He didn't give a damn. He fed the meat to her with wild abandon, stuffing her cunt, and she took if all joyfully, herpussy rippling and dragging at his dork as if she wanted even more.

She cried out loud as the hot waves of her climax coursed in a mighty surge across her belly and into her loins. Her cunt opened up and turned to cream as she came and came again, going off in a series of orgasms that followed so quickly upon one another that they seemed to turn her whole being to cunt juice and fire and electric spasms of ecstasy.

Foley poured his potent pecker in to the hilt and howled like a wolf as his balls released their load of spunk. It surged up his stalk to shoot out into the depths of her womb.

A second geyser of cum hosed her pussy, spurting out in a thick, creamy jet. Foley ploughed in, his cock pouring hot cum into her, filling her hole brimful of cream. Streamers of cum ran down Jackie's legs and into the crack of her ass.

Foley slowed and stopped. He pulled his shrinking dick from her cunt and staggered back.

Grinning at her, he said, "Jackie, you are some secretary!"

She couldn't file. She couldn't take short hand. Her typing was flawed, her spelling inconsistent, her telephone manner childish. But she had a hot filing cabinet between her legs and she filed his cock away to perfection.

Fred thought he might give her a raise!

CHAPTER FOUR

Jennifer Foley was restless.

She had taken the demanding pressure off her loins by masturbating, but a hand job was not the same as the real thing, and she still felt a nagging urge simmering in her crotch. She couldn't concentrate on doing the housework and there was noting on television but soap operas. She always got horny watching soap operas because of the snide sexual content.

She decided to call on Carol Davis.

She combed her hair, applied some make-up and put on a light cotton dress. She had no idea why she should trouble to make herself look good to call on a neighbor, but she did, anyhow.

She went out the back door and crossed the yard.

Carol came out onto the sundeck and waved. "Just in time for coffee," she said.

Carol was a slender woman with short, curly hair. She wore a tee shirt and jeans. Her breasts were not overly large, but they were firm, thrusting spheres. She was not wearing a bra, and her nipples pressed out in twin points against the shirt. Her jeans fit like a second skin, drawn into a vee at the crotch and molded to her shapely bottom. She stood with her loins sort of tucked in and her ass thrusting out. Jennifer thought she was sexy. She wondered about the details of her sex life.

They sat on the sundeck drinking coffee.

Carol said, "Morgan brought me coffee in bed this morning, but he had ulterior motives." She smiled. "Figured if he could pour some coffee into me he could get some pecker up me. Like a male nympho, he is. A satyr, I guess it's called."

"Lucky girl," said Jennifer.

Carol shrugged.

"Not lucky?" Jennifer asked.

"Well, time are limits. I mean… I'm a woman who likes to be romanced. Oh, I like to screw as much as the next girl, but I like some preliminaries first. You know? But Morgan gets a hard-on and just wants to stick it up my cunt and bang away, as soon as it gets stiff. Like this morning. I was still asleep. If he'd started stroking me little, you know I might have woke up ready for it. But he just bangs the coffee down and sticks his prick in my face. Ugh! I mean, he's got an adorable cock and all, but first thing in the morning my mouth is dry. The last thing I want is a dick is my mouth. Even if I'd had the coffee first, maybe… but he didn't have time to wait for me to wake up."

Jennifer looked impish as she said, "You should have sent him around to see me."

Carol raised her eyebrows.

"I had an even worse experience," Jennifer said. She was glad that her friend had started talking about sex because she felt like telling someone about how her own sex life was faltering. She said, "I was just joking, of cause. I wouldn't like to fuck your husband. But I'm about ready to fuck someone. The milkman, the mailman, Christ… anybody. I'm just like Morgan, always horny."

"This sounds interesting," Carol said, leaning closer.

Her plump little tits jiggled in her tee shirt, the stiff tips poking out in points.

"Oh, it's just that Fred has been working too hard." Jennifer said. "Our sex life has fallen off drastically. But this morning… well, I woke up really hot." She smiled. "Fred was still asleep. But he had a hard-on. It looked so good that I simply had to give it a lick. And a lick led to a suck. And before I knew it I was giving him head like a wild woman, a cannibal, you know? So he camein my mouth. Well, that was nice. But then he woke up and we were going to fuck when the damn alarm clock went off…" She shrugged. "No time for it. He had to dash. So there I am, all worked up with a bellyful of cum and he goes to work."

"How awful!"

Jennifer grinned.

"I had to give myself a hand-job in the shower," she confessed, coloring faintly.

Carol looked intrigued.

"Isn't that terrible?" Jennifer said.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm always rubbing myself off," Carol told her. "Isn't that ironic? I have a husband with a cock that's always hard, but I wind up doing it myself. I did it this morning, too, in fact. It's just that I wasn't ready for it when he woke me up, then after he left I got to thinking about his big pecker and I finger fucked myself."

The girls grinned at each other, sharing their erotic secrets.

Jennifer said, "Maybe we should take lovers."

"Romantic lovers," Carol said.

"Oh, I don't want any romance. Nothing in which I might get emotionally involved. Just some prick."

"Yeah, but from same guy who knows what foreplay is, huh?" said Carol. "That would suit me, too."

Suddenly, impulsively, Jennifer said, "Why don't we?"

"Axe you serious?"

"I don't know. I think so."

"I wouldn't mind."

"Maybe the next time the boys go bowling or have a poker game, you and I could go to town. You think?"

Carol looked interested, but doubtful.

"Where would we go?" she asked.

"Somewhere we are not likely to run into anyone we know, that's for sure," said Jennifer.

"Somewhere that if we do happen to be seen by anyone, we'll be damn sure they won't want it know that they frequent such places either."

"That's exactly what I had in mind," said Jennifer.

"But where?"

"Oh, I don't know for sure, but there are lots of likely looking bars downtown."

"You mean like the Moonglow?" said Carol. "It's right around the corner from the boys' office. I was waiting in the car for Morgan one day and saw a lot of guys going in and out."

"Yes, that's the kind of place. We'd have no trouble picking up men there," said Jennifer. "If we had a place of our own… an apartment in town… someplace we could entertain," Carol speculated. "Meeting men is easy. But I wouldn't want to go to a hotel with a strange man… or back to his place. I'd want to be in charge, you know, so that if it, didn't work out I could ask him to leave."

"Yeah, I see that," Jennifer agreed.

They were both silent for a few moments. They were both thinking about the advantages of having their own apartment in town.

Them Carol said, "Colleen Harrison!"

Jennifer said, "She won't be interested in coming with us. She's only been married a few weeks. I'll bet she gets all the dick she wants."

"That's not what I meant," Carol said. "Colleen still has her apartment in town. She was telling me the other day. She's trying to sell the lease. The place she used to live in before she got married. Bob is only working part time so I know she'll be glad of some extra money. I'll bet Colleen would let us rent her apartment if we were really serious."

"Oh, wow. You think? What would we tell her?"

"The truth. She's no prude."

"Let's do it!" Jennifer said impulsively.

And Carol said, "I'm game."

The two women looked at each other, sharing the thrill of erotic sensations and expectation.

"If only Colleen is willing…" said Jennifer.

They had no idea how willing Colleen would be.

Unlike Jennifer and Carol, whose problems were of a sexual nature, Colleen had no trouble on that score. Her problems were of a financial nature.

The benefits of having a husband who stayed home until noon were, for Colleen, outweighed by the reason why he could stay home until noon.

Bob Harrison only worked part time. Colleen and Bob had fallen in love and had married without regard for the future. Colleen's parents had given them the house in the suburbs as a wedding present, but Bob did not earn enough to maintain it and they were in tight financial straits.

Bob Harrison was not an ambitious man. He was quite happy to lie in bed with his bride, fucking all morning.

Rut Colleen was more practical.

She hoped that she would soon be able to sell the lease on her apartment in town and put some money in the empty coffers. That was why she was reading the apartment wanted ads in the paper as they lay in bed that morning. The real-estate brokers had not, so far, found a buyer, and Colleen was hoping that she could make a private deal.

Colleen was a honey blonde with blue eyes and a sensual mouth. Her lower lip stuck out in a perpetual pout that Bob thought was very erotic.

Even when she was reading the paper she was erotic, he thought, as he gazed sideways at her face and moved his hand up her thigh. He began to run his fingers up and down the in side of her creamy thighs and then moved his hand up to stroke between her legs and over her curly mound.

His gaze dropped from Colleen's face, his eyes sweeping down over her lush curves.

As his eyes moved down, his cock moved up, stirring towards a booming hard-on.

She arched her back, pushing her tits out.

They were large and firm, thrusting proudly out from her narrow torso, capped by large, stiffening nipples. Her waist was tiny, her hips nicely curved into a cradle of love, her legs long and shapely. Her cunt was a prominent mound, thatched by a curly thicket of pubic hair and bisected by a juicy pink slit. She had a lovely ass, too, although her husband could not see it at the moment, since she was ling on it. Those fine contours were engraved on his memory, however. He knew what those firm cheeks felt like when he cupped them in his hands, lifting her loins into a platform of lust… and what they felt like against his lean belly when he fed it to her doggy style.

Penniless or not, he was glad he had married her.

He began to finger her pussy.

The newspaper rustled in her hands. Bob was naked and his big, newlywed dong was standing up in a rampant readiness.

He slowly pushed his middle finger up her hole and twisted it about. Her pussy sucked at his digit but, although she began to squirm about a little, she continued to read the paper.

"Am I bothering you?" he asked, a trifle piqued at her failure to attend to his wants or properly return his caress.

"Ummm? Of course not, silly. That feels nice. But I'm looking at the ads for people who want to find an apartment."

He scowled.

"Go ahead and play with my cunt, honey," she said.

"Well it's not much fun if you aren't interested."

She grinned. "You sound like a petulant child," she said. She looked down at his swollen prick. "Gonna take your bat and go home?"

Bob had to chuckle at that. For one thing, he was home… the only place he could take his bat was into the bathroom, where he could beat it off. He wasn't about to waste his tool on his own hand.

He slipped a second finger up her gash.

Colleen purred.

She said, "Honey, we really must try to sell the apartment… we need the money bad…"

"Ummm," he agreed. "Not as bad as I need some pussy."

"You always need pussy!" she said, not at all unhappy about the state of affairs.

"Wait until the honeymoon is over," he said. "We'll fuck once a week then."

"Don't bet on it, you horny bastard," she said.

She was pleased that she had married such a potent man, for she was a randy young lady. Despite her concern with the newspaper, his fingers were having a predictable effect on her juicy snatch. She reached down and absent-mindedly wrapped her fist around the thick root of his cock. Already hard, that big weapon flared lustily in her hand.

Bob sighed with pleasure.

Cohen, still reading the newspaper, began to slowly pump his dick up and down.

Bob began to use three fingers to probe up her slick slot, steadily pushing them in to the knuckles and then turning and twisting them about inside the soft sheath.

She began to get interested. She tossed the newspaper aside and opened her lush thighs wide and, looking down the nubile arch of her torso, watched his hand push in ad out of her cunt. Her whole crotch had turned creamy by then time. Silvery cunt juice trickled down her thighs and into the crack of her ass.

She began to squirm with excitement as she matched her body react to his hand. As his fingers pushed up her hole, her cunt made moist, squelching sounds and her clit trembled and started to stiffen. Bob flicked his thumb over her tingling love-bud as he pushed his fingers in and out of her gash.

She tugged at his cock. "Put it in me, honey," she sighed.

Bob, never averse to trading a fist for a twat, rolled over and rose on his knees. He knelt between her thighs. His big dick throbbed over her belly and then, dipping down, he nudged his cock head into her juicy crotch.

Colleen, sill holding his cock at the roots, began to rub his knob around in her slot, dipping the tip into her hole and massaging her love-bud. Bob made no attempt to push into her, content to let her rub his pecker head over her cunt. He began to massage her tits, squeezing the firm mounds and rolling the taut nipples in his fingers.

Colleen arched her back, lifting her crotch and ass off the bed. Bob's hands slid down her flanks and around to her ass, cupping the firm cheeks and holding her up.

Colleen released his cock.

Bob pushed the full length up her box with one long, rippling stroke, his ass dipping as he corkscrewed in. He held the first full penetration jammed in to the roots in her juicy slot, his cock buried in warm pussy and his bloated balls pressed against her uplifted ass. Her cunt pulled and dragged at his hot meat as Colleen thrilled to the sensation of being chock full of dick.

She began to rotate her hips. Her cunt twisted from side to side on his big prick while her cunt muscles began to work in sequence so that her pussy was rippling up his dick from tip to root in a series of clutching contractions.

Bob began fuck her. He started moving in and out slowly, pulling back so that only the knob remained in her slot, then pushing the whole big rod up her. His ass screwed and humped. Colleen met him with eager compliance, meeting him thrust for thrust, so that she was pushing her crotch down over his prick as he lunged in and wriggling back as he withdrew.

Bob began to screw faster, fairly pouring the pork to her. His balls swung in, slapping against her ass. His cock felt like a heated crowbar as it forged up her snatch. Colleen's pneumatic loins responded with equal vigor as he fed the pork to her. Her pussy started to cream. Bob slid easily through the slippery passage with her pussy gripping and clutching at every inch of his stalk and knob.

Her thighs clamped around his flanks, squeezing, as if she sought to force the spunk from him with the pressure.

"Oh," she cried and then, "Ooooh," drawing the wail of joy out in a long, quivering note.

Her cunt sucked on his dick.

Bob groaned as he felt the pressure build up in his balls. He whacked his dong in savagely, gritting his teeth. His whole body began to tingle and his toes curled as the rising ecstasy filled him with joy. His hands were still cupping her ass. He lifted her higher, angling her crotch at his stroke and sending his dick speeding over her clit.

His balls exploded. He felt the thick sap rush up his rod and she felt that rod expand potently in her gash.

"Come!" she cried, already coming herself and wanting his hot cream to pour into her as she shuddered with the thrill. Even as she spoke the word, as if obedient to her command, the head of his dick blossomed with a spurt of love juice as he ran it all the way up her hole.

Colleen felt the burning jism pour into her womb and her own orgasm increased. Long thrills crashed around in her belly and ran up her thighs. Her cunt sucked at him and he shot a second heavy wad up her hole, filling her love-box with so much spunk that it came bubbling out as his plunger pushed in.

He blew a third cascade of cum into her hole, then stiffened and held his body rigid while his horny young wife writhed away under him, working off the final spasms of her own orgasm.

After awhile she stopped moving and smiled dreamily and contentedly. There was a lot to be said for married life.

But there was little to be said for being broke and, after the contentment of her orgasm had ebbed away, Colleen picked up the paper and began to study the ads again. Maybe the estate agents would phone today, she thought.

She went downstairs and made Bob's lunch while he was getting dressed. She hadn't bothered to put any clothing on and when he walked into the kitchen he grinned and licked his lips.

"Is that my lunch?" he asked.

"Tuna sandwich, I'm afraid," she said.

"Naw, fuck the sandwich," he said. "I'll have some more of that juicy cunt, honey."

Colleen, not displeased, raised her eyes.

"Fuck the sandwich," she said. "Instead." And, to her amazement, the amusing fellow whipped his dick out, lifted the top slice of bread, and lay his pecker into the tuna fish.

He gave the deflowered sandwich a few strokes.

"Not as tight as your pussy," he complained.

Colleen was convulsed with laughter at this absurd sight.

"Don't you dare come in that sandwich," she said.

"Is there an alternative?"

Colleen sighed, still chuckling. Pussy was all Bob thought about and she knew that if she refused him, he would simply not go to work.

It was no hardship.

She lifted the top slice of bread off the sandwich. His big cock indented the tuna fish. Lifting his pecker by the hilt, she bent down and licked the mayonnaise and tuna flakes off his knob and stalk, her nimble tongue curling around his meat.

His cock jumped up like an uncoiling spring.

He put the sandwich on the table and put his dick in her mouth. She sucked merrily away until it was humming like a tuning fork. Then she slid her lips away from the glowing knob and sat on the edge of the table, thighs spread and pelvis tilted upwards.

"Lunch," she said.

Bob sank to his knees and buried his face in her quim. He sucked with gusto and Colleen began to vibrate all over. Rising to his feet, fully dressed but with his cock sticking out of his fly, he pushed his cock up her cunt.

Colleen wriggled on his spike.

The table creaked as Bob began to put the prong to her with vigor.

He groaned, trembling.

Then he filled that sexy lunchbox with a hot lunch, a creamy confection that poured out and thrilled her to the core, and her cunt turned to foam in response.

He pulled his dick out of her. Cum and cunt juice ran down her crotch and onto the table.

"Now will you go to work?" she asked.

"Yep. But keep that pussy hot for me, baby… I'll want some more when I get home."

Bob departed. He had forgotten his sandwich.

There was nothing else to eat in the house and Colleen figured she might as well have it for her own lunch. She took a bite. It was rather dry. She had used the last of the mayonnaise.

Maybe I should have let him shoot into the sandwich, she thought. It would certainly taste juicier! And then she thought, it's a hell of a situation when a girl has to use cum to moisten bread! How in hell will we ever get any money when all Bob wants to do is lie in bed and fuck and suck?

There was no coffee left.

Colleen figured she would get dressed and stop by Carol's… At least she would get a free cup of coffee.

CHAPTER FIVE

"Colleen usually stops over for coffee when Bob goes to work," Carol said. "We can ask her about using her apartment then."

"I hope we can arrange it soon," Jennifer said. Now that she had decided to have an affair, she was desperate to get on with it.

Carol regarded her with a strange expression.

"You really are hot, aren't you?" she said. "Hell, yes. I haven't had a proper fuck for ages. Masturbating doesn't really help. To tell the truth, finger fucking myself only makes me hornier."

Carol was still regarding her with that curious look.

"There are other possibilities," she said, averting her gaze far a moment, then lifting her eyes again with that speculative look still there.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, nothing."

"You had something in mind," Jennifer said.

Carol hesitated. She poured more coffee, obviously just to be doing something. She got up and moved to the railing, looking off into the distance.

She said, "When I was at college…"

Jennifer was staring at her, wondering what in hell her neighbor was talking about. What on earth could cause Carol to act so hesitant, almost embarrassed?

Suddenly Jennifer got the idea.

For a moment she looked startled. Then she smiled and said, "I'm not shy. You can tell me, Carol… whatever it is…"

Carol turned around and the two women looked at each other. They both knew, then, what they were talking about…

"Tell me about college," Jennifer whispered.

Holding that steady gaze, Carol said, "I had a roommate, Holly her name was. A sexy little thing! One night we had a few drinks and she crawled into bed with me…"

"Oooooh," Jennifer whimpered.

"She wasn't a lesbian or anything, nor was I, of course. It was just that we were both a little tipsy and horny and she got into bed and…"

"Tell me. What did you do?"

Jennifer was so obviously interested in that Carol lost the last shreds of her inhibition and embarrassment.

She said, "We just started playing with each other's titties. We were giggling, just fooling around at first. But it felt so good that we both got hot. She started sucking on my nipples. And I… I sucked hers, too. And that made us hotter. Then we began to finger fuck each other. Oh… I shouldn't be telling you this."

"Tell me! Tell me!"

Carol grinned, then said, "We wound up going down on each other. She did me first. Then I did her."

Jennifer was squirming with vicarious lust. She could feel her pussy steaming between her slick thighs.

"Was it nice?" she whispered.

"Ummm, yes. After that, we used to eat each other out quite often. There was nothing emotional about it, just affectionate and… passionate… and quite handy as well."

Jennifer started to speak and had to pause to clear her throat. Then she said, her voice husky, "Carol, why did you tell me about that?"

"Don't you know?"

"I… guess so."

"If you wanted to… I mean, you told me how frustrated you are, and I'm pretty frustrated, too, and… well maybe we could take care of each other, huh?"

Jennifer did not hesitate.

"Yes," she said, "Let's do it right now!"

"Why not?" said Carol.

"Why not, indeed?"

The two horny neighbors went into the house.

Jennifer could hardly believe this was happening to her but her pussy was bubbling between her thighs as she followed Carol into the bedroom.

"You won't regret this afterwards?" Carol asked.

"No," Jennifer reassured her.

They were facing each other, some distance apart, the bed between them. Carol, staring hard at Jennifer, pulled her tee shirt off and let it drop to the floor.

Jennifer began to pant. She had never seen her friend's tits before. She stared at them. They were small, but they pushed out invitingly and the nipples were large and swollen.

Carol unsnapped her jeans. They unfolded open in a vee across her slender belly, exposing the top of her pubic wedge. She began to tug them down inch by inch. They were tight and she squirmed her hips as she dragged them down.

Her crotch appeared. Her pubic hair was short and curly, like the hair on her head. Gazing down at the woman's crotch, Jennifer thought: My God! I'm going to go down on Carol! I really am!

Carol stepped from the jeans. Stark naked, she turned slowly through a full circle, letting Jennifer admire her willowy body from all angles.

The insides of her lean thighs were damp.

"I want you," Jennifer whispered.

She gazed hungrily at Carol's loins and Carol gasped, as if Jennifer's eyes were physically caressing her, that hot gaze stoking the fires of her passion.

"Undress," she said.

Jennifer drew her cotton dress over her head.

Her big tits thrust out, the cleavage deep between the smooth globes and her nipples as stiff as Carol's.

Squirming as Carol had done with her jeans, Jennifer pushed her panties down and stepped from them.

Her bush was thicker than Carol's, and darker.

Both cunts were as juicy as cunts can get. They slowly moved towards each other, as if dragged together by some carnal gravity or pulled by erotic suction. They stood belly to belly, breast to breast, not touching yet, still savoring the preliminaries. But the delay in making contact had nothing to do with any last-minute reservations or hesitation… Both women wanted nothing more than to sample the delights of each other's body.

Carol leaned forward.

She kissed Jennifer on the lips.

Their mouths brushed together lightly for a moment, their lips barely touching.

Then they ground together hard. Carol's tongue slipped into Jennifer's mouth and Jennifer started to suck on it. Jennifer was dazed with desire. She had never known that a mere kiss could be so exciting. She knew that the naughtiness of the situation must be the reason why she was so thrilled, but she didn't give a damn what the reason was, anyway.

She began to stroke Carol's slim flanks. Carol arched her back and pressed her firm tits against Jennifer's big, soft globes. They moved together, bellies grinding, thighs intertwining. Their hot nipples shifted over their counterparts, branding each other with the glowing mark of lust. Sinuous, sensuous, they wrapped around each other.

Jennifer moved her hands over Carol's hips and cupped her pert ass, drawing the girl's loins tight to her own so that their bushy mounds were pressed together, the hairy triangles fitting like adjacent pieces of a carnal jigsaw puzzle.

Carol cupped Jennifer's big mounds, holding them up and pushing them together. Her lips slid away from Jennifer's mouth and, dipping her head, she began to lick Jennifer's nipples, then took them in her mouth and sucked adoringly on the hard nuggets, her curly head switching back and forth as she paid equal and eager homage to each tit in turn.

"Beautiful, beautiful tits…" she purred. Jennifer was melting. She was innocent in the ways of girl love and had assumed that they would simply get undressed and start sucking cunt with dispatch. Now she saw that there was going to be lots of lovely foreplay – even romance.

It was going to be even better than she'd hoped.

She cradled Carol's head in her hands and arched her back, offering her plump boobs to the woman's eager mouth. Carol was whimpering as she licked and sucked and slurped. Long waves of fiery passion spread out from Jennifer's nipple and coursed through her whole body. She thought she had never been so excited. Her hands rubbed all over Carol's body as Carol continued to suck on her tits!

Then Carol lifted her head. Jennifer had been eagerly awaiting the chance to do some titty sucking herself and she dropped her head and began to mouth the small, firm mounds.

Carol moved her hand down Jennifer's smooth belly and cupped her mound. Her fingers slipped between her legs, dipping into her crotch. She began to run her fingers along Jennifer's creamy gash, stroking the cunt-lips and clit.

Jennifer was transported by pure passion. Her face seemed to shine with animal lust, eyes gleaming, lips drawn back from bared teeth.

Carol tilted her wrist and very slowly pushed her middle finger up Jennifer's hole to the knuckle and drew it back out. Then she pushed in and pulled out again, probing the slippery tunnel. She added her index finger, fucking up Jennifer's steaming cunt with both fingers together. Her thumb began to massage the woman's turbulent clit.

Jennifer was humping, her pelvis moving in and out in a fucking motion. Her hands clamped on Carol's shoulders, her head twisting from side to side.

Carol thought she was shaking with lust, but then Jennifer said, "Stop…"

Carol hesitated, her fingers buried up Jennifer's cunt. She was terrified that her friend had changed her mind and wanted her stop.

But Jennifer dispelled her fears with a smile. "You almost made me come just then," she said. "I don't want to come yet. Carol. I want to do… other things."

Carol sighed happily.

Jennifer sat down beside her. She pushed Carol down on the bed and spread her thighs apart. She began to finger fuck Carol's twat with great concentration, staring down so that she could see her fingers vanish up that wet, pink slit.

Carol's cunt opened – the slit spreading into a slot and the slot welling up with frothy cunt juice.

"You'd better stop that too," Carol gasped.

Jennifer gave her a last finger push and drew her creamy hand away from the crotch. She stretched out beside her and they kissed again, belly to belly, lying on their flanks.

Carol slid down the bed. She pushed Jennifer's lush thighs apart and moved her dark head in.

She looked up at Jennifer over her pubic mound and said, "Your pussy looks delicious, I'm going to eat it out now."

Jennifer moaned, "Oh yes, yes."

Carol dipped her head down and ran her tongue up Jennifer's slit. Jennifer shivered all over, her backbone rigid. Using only her tongue at first, Carol began to lave Jennifer's cunt with long slurps, running all the way up her crotch from the crack of her ass to her love-bud.

Jennifer was burning with desire now. Her pussy was creaming and her cunt juice was pouring onto Carol's tongue. She pumped her belly, rubbing her cunt around on Carol's face.

Carol fitted her lips to Jennifer's gushing slot and sucked avidly. As her lips pulled, her tongue delved up into the steaming hole, probing into the velvety folds.

Jennifer was moaning and pistoning her hips and, as the thrill built up in her loins, she cried out loud.

"Come, come, honey," Carol murmured.

"Oh, oh. Yes… I am!" Jennifer cried.

She gasped as her orgasm tumbled through her belly and poured from her pussy in a hot flood. Carol slurped up the pussy juice with glee and kept sucking until Jennifer was whimpering with satisfaction.

"Oh! Carol, that was incredible," Jennifer sighed.

"Why don't you suck my hot cunt, now?" said Carol.

"Mmmmm, yes, I want to," said Jennifer.

She moved down on Carol and pulled Carol's loins into her face. Her tongue slipped up Carol's juicy slot and her parted lips fitted snugly to the creamy hole. She began to lick and suck and tongue fuck, amazed at how perfectly natural it was, how it seemed an instinctive thing to do, requiring no previous experience in order to do it just right. And she knew that she was doing it right because Carol was moaning and vibrating with the thrill.

Carol's hands cupped Jennifer's head, jamming her close. She humped her pubic bush up and down, while Jennifer, her mouth clamped to Carol's cunt, sucked away greedily. Cunt juice trickled over her taste buds, tingling, hot, delicious.

"Ummm, your pussy tastes good," she said. "Mmmmm, I love your tongue, your mouth. Shall I come, Jennifer? Will you drink my cunt juice?"

"Mumphh," said Jennifer and she meant, oh my, yes, but the words were muffled against Carol's cunt so that her lover felt rather than heard them. Carol sighed and gave herself up to the joy of coming.

Her cunt creamed and bubbled up and Jennifer slurped it into her mouth. The woman's eager tongue scooped up tonguefuls of the savory nectar and let it slide into the back of her throat and she gulped it down eagerly and sucked for more.

Carol cried out in ecstasy, grinding her loins up and down and working her flooded cunt against Jennifer's face with spasmodic jerks and jolts.

She sighed, her climax finished.

Jennifer was sorry it was over. She stayed where she was, stuck fast to that succulent pussy and sucking steadily, hoping she might excite her friend to new randiness and subsequently another lovely, steaming orgasm.

"Let me suck you some more, honey," said Carol.

Jennifer needed no further inducement. She turned around, keeping her face in Carol's crotch. She threw one leg across Carol's head, then straddled her. Carol gazed up at the curly cunt poised above her face. The lips were unfurled and coated with cum.

Reaching up with both hands, she spread Jennifer's cunt lips wide open, exposing the pink inner flesh. Her tongue fluttered out trembling, and she lifted her head. Her tongue ran up Jennifer's hole and the cunt-hungry woman sighed. It tasted just as good as the first time. The delicious nectar fell onto her tongue and ran into her mouth.

Jennifer sighed and settled down, her cunt on Carol's upturned face, and both women commenced to eat each other in a frenzy of lust, enjoying sucking every bit as much as being sucked. Two women together, and one in the doorway…

CHAPTER SIX

Morgan Davis was envious.

Morgan did not have a new secretary and the secretary that he did have was sixty years old and unsightly, although she was a far more efficient secretary than Jackie.

Morgan had a hard-on.

He sat in his office and tried to do some work but he couldn't concentrate. He thought about Jackie and his hard cock thundered. He figured it was likely that his friend Fred was, at that very moment, pouring the pork to the sexy blonde.

He felt weak with desire, as if so much blood had seeped down to gorge his cock that he was lightheaded. It wasn't desire for any particular woman or sex act, it as just an all-consuming lust, a blanket-coverage urge to pour his spunk into some hot hole.

He tried to write a report. His thoughts were all jumbled up – he could write nothing. He found himself scribbling little stick figures coupling in various positions.

He stared balefully down at his crotch. What the hell could he do?

Well, he couldn't work. There was no sense sitting there contemplating his erection.

He decided to go out for a drink. His dick refused to be subtle but he managed to hide it. He laid it straight up along his belly with the knob stuck under his belt buckle so that, although he looked as though he had gained a couple of inches on his waistline, it was not obvious that he had a hard-on.

He left the office, giving a feeble excuse to his sixty-year-old secretary.

"Certainly, Mister Morgan," she said. And she thought he wasn't that fat yesterday. I'll bet the dirty devil has his cock-head buried under his belt!

It thrilled her.

She might have been sixty and unsightly but, unknown to Morgan, she was a raving nymphomaniac whenever she was fortunate enough to lure a gentleman into her bed.

As soon as Morgan had gone, she went into his private office.

He had left his little sketches on his desk and she looked at them with glee. His tiny stick figures were fucking and sucking and buggerg and sixty-nining all over the paper.

Sixty and unsightly, Morgan's secretary dropped her drawers and gave herself a hand job in his swivel chair.

Morgan wasn't looking for a woman. He merely intended to have a drink or two hoping to submerge his passion in alcohol.

People seemed to be staring at his belt buckle. Self-conscious, he headed for the nearest bar, a low-class place called the Moonglow into which Morgan had never ventured before. But now he thought it might be wise to stop there. It was the sort of place where a hard-on, although it might be noticed would not be taken as a stigma or a symbol of depravity.

When he came to the place, he paused and looked around furtively, then he ducked quickly through the portals.

The Moonglow was worse than he had supposed it would be.

It was dark and grimy and there was sawdust on the floor. The bar ran along one wall and there were a few tables scattered along the other. An ancient jukebox burbled at the end of the long thin room.

A few men leaned on the bar and a few more slumped drunkenly at the tables.

There was a girl at the bar.

Morgan's alert dick gave a mighty lurch as if, like a periscope, it had sighted the girl and was about to launch a torpedo into her cargo hold.

Morgan bellied up to the bar, pressing his erection into the wooden front of the bar to secret it.

The bartender came down the bar and squinted suspiciously at Morgan. It was not often he had a customer who wore a three-piece suit.

Morgan ordered a drink and sipped it.

The girl came down the bar.

"Stranger here?" she asked.

"Why… yes," said Morgan. She was pretty, in a painted fashion, and he grinned at her.

"Errr… could I buy you a drink?" he asked.

"Jack! This guy wants to buy me a drink," the girl called to the bartender. "I didn't ask for it. He offered."

Jack looked suspicious but gave her a drink. "Okay, Ruby, here's your drink, but don't let me catch you bothering this gent, bumming drinks."

"Fuck off," said Ruby. She gulped down her drink and looked at her empty glass.

Morgan bought her another. "You got class," she said. "Thank you."

"Shame you got a hard-on, though."

Morgan blushed furiously. "You noticed that, did you?"

"Well, sure I noticed it. Why do you think I came down to talk to you?"

"Oh, I see."

"Yeah, ruins the cut of your pants."

Morgan finished his drink and pushed it across to be refilled. He was horny and embarrassed and bemused. But he was intrigued by Ruby. She had big, wide eyes and tousled hair and bright-red lipstick. She wore a short black skirt and a scoop-necked top and her tits thrust out like shelves.

"Looks like a nice big prick, too," she said, her eyes dropping to his crotch. "Too bad I'm faithful to my old man. I love big pricks and you sure need some pussy."

Morgan looked distraught. His pecker, sensing the near proximity of pussy, hid started to pump like a jackhammer. The fat knob was pulling his belt out and banging the buckle on the edge of the bar.

He gestured to the bartender to refill Ruby's glass, which was empty again. "That's a shame, about your old man, I mean. I rather fancy you."

Ruby, who was not accustomed to being complimented, actually blushed with pleasure. It was the first time she had blushed in ten years.

"I got an idea," she said. "I can see you got to do something about that lump in your pants, that's for sure."

"Er… yes. What do you suggest?"

"I'll suck you off," said Ruby. Morgan almost fainted. He felt as if every drop of blood in his body had rushed to his dork.

"That way, you can get your balls emptied and I won't have to cheat on my old man, I mean, sucking a guy off ain't like fucking him is it?"

"Certainly not," said Morgan. His dick was humming like a tuning fork. He thought he could hear it vibrate.

"Can we use the storeroom, Jack?" said Ruby.

Jack, who had been listening, pondered that. He stroked his big jaw.

"Well, I don't know," he said. "I don't want spunk all over the empty beer crates."

"Naw, don't worry about that," Ruby said. "He can come in my mouth and I'll swallow it. Honest. I'll swallow every drop. I won't spill any."

"Well, in that case."

"Jack," said Morgan. "Let me buy you a drink…"

Ruby took Morgan by the hand and led him down the long, narrow barroom. His cock was throbbing in front of him. Winos looked up and grinned. She took him through a door at the back and they were in the storeroom. Beer crates were stacked up along the walls and a naked light bulb hung from the ceiling on a frayed cord. Ruby turned the light on.

"I like to see what I'm eating," she said.

Morgan stood there, frozen with lust.

Ruby pulled a couple of beer crates out and sat down on them, hiking her skirt up and displaying an expanse of shapely thigh and a glimpse of red panties at the vee.

"Stand here," she said.

Morgan stood in front of her, his hands fluttering, not sure if he should touch her.

Ruby fingered the top of his zipper. She drew it down a few inches, paused, drew it down another inch. Her head was tilted as if she were peering into his opening fly, looking for the meaty delight lurking within.

His vibrant pecker would have come springing out, but the head was still lodged behind the belt buckle.

She pulled the zipper all the way down and his fly gaped open. The contours of his shaft were outlined in his white cotton under-shorts, pressing out in a fat tube.

Ruby unbuckled his belt. His fly gaped open, the edges folding back in a vee. His cock was still encased in his shorts but the knob was sticking out above them, held fast to his belly by the elastic band. His balls filled the crotch of his shorts, packing the cotton pouch full, and the iron-hard rod writhed in its white sheath.

"Nice hunk," she said.

She pursed her lips and blew a gentle stream of hot breath onto his naked cock-head.

That big wedge flared formidably.

"Gee, I'm glad I got this idea," she said. She seemed to be addressing his cock, as if it were a microphone. "I'm really gonna enjoy this."

She cupped his balls through his shorts.

"Ummm… you're loaded for bear," she said.

Her nimble tongue came out and she ran it up his cotton-clad stalk. The heat of his loins hit her like a blast furnace. Her painted face seemed to glow in the incandescence of his crotch and he wondered if that fiery heat would melt her mascara.

She drew the elastic of his shorts out.

His cock levered out at an unhindered angle.

She pulled his shorts down his thighs.

She was staring at his naked pecker and her face was taut with concentration. She licked her red lips.

"Gee, I'm really hot for your dick. I'm gonna suck that big dong until your eyeballs cave in."

Morgan croaked.

Ruby looked up at him. "Tell me when you're ready to come," she said. "Jack will raise hell if I spill some."

Then she ducked forward and, starting at his bloated balls, commenced to give Morgan the best head he had ever had.

Her hot tongue wrapped around his swollen sac, laving and lapping. She lifted his balls and licked under them, then she slurped them into her mouth and gave them a thorough sucking, her attention to detail exquisite, her face transfigured as she savored his delicious ball meat.

She began to run her tongue up his stalk with long, fluid sweeps, lapping him from root to knob. She sighed as the tasty delicacy registered on her tongue.

The tip of her tongue touched his cock-head, drew back, touched him again. She flattened her tongue out and began to lave the head of his dick with fluid, slurping strokes, as if her tongue was a brush and she was painting it with a coating of saliva. Morgan groaned. His thighs began to flutter with tension. He braced his knees to steady himself and held her head in both hands. Ruby tongued the glowing knob of his prick thoroughly and Morgan was so hot that he thought he would came that way before he ever got it in her mouth.

But Ruby was an excellent judge of orgasms and the immediacy thereof and she had no intention of allowing this gorgeous big cock to shoot before she had time to appreciate it fully.

Leaning in, dipping lower, she ran her tongue over his balls, laving the swollen sac again. Then she began to work up his shaft, lashing her tongue back and forth against the underside of his stalk and then up over his knob curling, her tongue around and dipping into the parted cleft with the tip of her tongue.

"Gee, this tastes good," Ruby said, smacking her lips.

"Suck it, suck it," Morgan rasped.

Ruby slowly let her lips part and slide down over his cock-head until his knob was in her mouth. Then she paused to have a luxurious suck upon the hot mouthful, her cheeks hollowed inwards. She blew down his rod and sucked again. Morgan moaned as his pecker-head burrowed into her mouth. Her mouth was working like a bellows on his knob, sucking and blowing.

Then she went down further, taking his cock into her mouth inch by inch and sucking all the way, while her tongue flashed back and forth along the pulsating rod. Remorselessly, she went on taking more and more dick into her mouth. Morgan felt his knob ledge in her throat and figured that she had taken as much as she could but then, Ruby paused for a moment and then carried on, letting his cock-head slip into her gullet as her pursed lips worked on inexorably towards his balls.

She took every millimeter of his prick into her head.

Her nose was pressed into his pubic hair and her chin was brushing against his balls.

She began to turn her head from side to side, rotating her mouth around the axis of his cock. Then she started to slide in and out, pulling back until only the tip of his smoking knob was still encased in her mouth, then ducking back in and taking the whole big load.

Morgan was fucking into her mouth now, humping urgently in as her mouth descended and drawing back as her tightly compressed lips glided up his stalk, her tongue lashing madly at his knob and her lips pulling an his heated bar.

His cock seemed to be getting bigger and hotter all the time and Ruby knew that it would not be long before he shot his load into her throat, whitewashing her tonsils and filling her eager maw with creamy stalactites and spunky stalagmites dripping like limestone from her cave.

Hungry for that slimy delicacy, she sucked hard and her head flew up and down like a pump.

Morgan wailed as the thrill gripped him.

His hot load, pent up so long, blew into her mouth like a liquid rocket, a veritable jet of jism.

Ruby's head rocked as the spunk blasted her but, eager cock sucker that she was, she never faltered. Her head dipped forward again, even as he hosed her throat, and she went back down his stalk against his spurting cum. She gasped and gagged but she took his whole dick in her mouth, the spurting knob slipping down her gullet.

Her mouth filled with cum.

She was gulping it down as fast as she could but he was shooting a cable of cum into her head and it filled her to the brim and overflowed from her compressed lips and ran back down his stalk. Cum trickled down her chin and bubbled from her lips as her head pulled back from the knob.

Morgan had been so urgent for an orgasm that he blew all his love juice out in that one titanic stream.

He staggered, his loins hollow.

Ruby sucked away, making sure she had emptied his cock and balls. Then she pulled her lips away and used her nimble tongue to lap up a few errant drops that had escaped and run down his rod, and to lick her lips clean of the succulent stuff.

"Gee, that was yummy," she said.

Morgan gazed affectionately at this girl who had so attentively emptied his balls.

"I do like a drink of jism," she purred.

And Jack, standing in the doorway, glaring, said, "You dirty bitch! You spilled some!"

He pointed with a trembling finger.

Sure enough a few drops of creamy cum had spilled onto the wooden floor.

"Sorry, Jack," she said. "I didn't spit, honest. I swallowed all I could. But this guy really fed me a mouthful and it just sort of overflowed."

"Well, lick it up," he said.

Morgan, feeling kindly toward this girl, was about to protest, but Ruby didn't seem offended by the command.

"Sure," she said. "No sense in wasting it." And she knelt down and stuck her tongue out and lapped Morgan's errant spunk from the floor.

Jack came into the storeroom, fumbling at his fly. He hauled his pecker out. It was a big blunt instrument.

Ruby looked up from tongue-mopping the floor and when she saw what was approaching, she smiled. Her head went back and her mouth flew open and Jack, walking forward, ran his dong right into her mouth. Ruby began to suck attentively.

Morgan figured it was time to get back to the office.

"Errr… goodbye," he said.

"Umpfff," she said, unable to vocalize clearly with such a hot mouthful. She waved and winked. Jack grunted, fucking into her face. Morgan, rather bemused by the whole situation, left the storeroom. In the bar, the winos, left unattended, were merrily drinking with both hands. Jack was paying the price for his passion. Morgan decided that he would have to come back to this weird place in the near future.

He thought that he would suggest it to Fred Foley. It seemed like it might be a good place to pick up some broads the next time they had a night out on the town. It would be more interesting than bowling, anyway, he thought. They might even bring young Bob Harrison with them.

He returned to the office and with his balls emptied, did a full day's work.

He felt a little guilty about cheating on Carol.

He wondered what Carol was doing at home.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Colleen Harrison and Carol Davis were good neighbors.

When Colleen found the back door open, she had no hesitation about entering the Davis house.

When she heard the moist, slurping sounds from the bedroom, she hesitated. She was intrigued. She called out, "Carol? Are you home?"

But Carol did not hear her because Carol's ears were muffled between Jennifer's lush thighs.

And Jennifer didn't hear her because her head was buried in Carol's crotch.

Colleen strolled to the bedroom door.

She looked in, halting.

At first she couldn't figure out what was writhing on the bed. It looked like some sinuous animal… some mythical beast with two heads and two tails.

Then it registered to her.

It was Carol and Jennifer and they were sixty-nining!

Colleen was stunned. She staggered and leaned against the doorframe, staring in shock at the scene. All the details engraved themselves on her mind. She saw Carol's pert ass heave as she worked her crotch around on Jennifer's face and she saw Carol's curly head busily munching away on Jennifer's cunt and she saw limbs entwined and tits bobbling.

Why, that's terrible! She thought.

Then she thought, but it sure looks fun.

And she stood there and watched.

Carol was coming again.

Her cunt was bubbling out like a spring and Jennifer was gulping it down voraciously, squealing with the pure ecstasy of swallowing cunt juice.

Then she was coming, too, as if the cunt juice she was gobbling was flowing right through her torso and pouring out of her pussy at the other end… as if, sharing an orgasm, the two randy gobblers were also sharing their pussy juice.

They writhed together in abandoned bliss.

They slowed, finally, drained.

Colleen figured she had better tiptoe away. But she was too interested.

She cleared her throat, looking slightly embarrassed.

Carol looked up, lifting her creamy jowls from Jennifer's crotch like a wolf from a carcass, her jaws dripping with cunt juice and her eyes startled.

Jennifer looked through the top of her thighs, seeing Colleen upside down through the vee frame of Carol's thighs.

"This is embarrassing," Jennifer said.

"We… aren't in the habit of doing this," said Carol.

Colleen grinned. She said, "It looked lovely."

Jennifer and Carol looked at each other. "Why don't you join us?" Carol said. "Bob already fucked the ass off me this morning, so I'm not really horny," said Colleen. "But maybe, sometime."

"Anytime," said Carol, and then, hopping off the bed, "I'm glad you stopped by. As long as you aren't too terribly shocked, we want to talk to you."

"Sure," said Colleen, who could not keep her eyes from running all over that double abundance of ass and tits.

"I'll get some coffee first," Carol said. She bounced out, tits bobbling. Jennifer, who really was a naughty girl when she was sexually inspired, said "Bob fucked the ass off you, huh? I'll bet a pussy tastes lovely when it's had a load of jism shot into it."

She looked significantly at Colleen's crotch.

"Sometime," said Colleen.

They had coffee in the bedroom. "What did you want to talk about?" Colleen asked.

"Oh, just a naughty idea we had."

"You mean… like you two were doing?"

"No, not that. But before we talk… you look sort of silly, wearing clothes when we're both naked," said Carol.

Colleen hesitated for a moment. Then she giggled girlishly. She took her clothes off.

The three women sat cross-legged on the bed, all three juicy cunts thereby open to display.

Carol, coffee cup in hand, said, "Now… do you still have your apartment in town?"

Colleen nodded.

"We wondered if we could rent it. That is, until you get a buyer."

"Well, sure," said Colleen, delighted. "But why?"

Jennifer said, "We want to get fucked." Carol said, "We've decided to cheat on Fred and Morgan and we need a place to screw."

"Okay. But I'm surprised. I figured both of you were happily married."

"Oh, we are," said Jennifer. "We don't want love affairs. We just want to fuck some strangers. I don't get enough from Fred, you see, and Carol gets too much, at the wrong times, from Morgan. So we decided to find some new prick."

"How exciting!" Colleen cried. "How wicked and… delicious! I mean, getting seduced is one thing, but to deliberately set out to fuck strangers…"

"I don't suppose you'd care to join us?" Carol asked, giving Colleen a doubtful look.

"Oh, I guess not. I mean, it sounds like fun, but Bob gives me all the hot pecker I can handle."

"I've got another really wicked idea, too," Jennifer said.

"Oh, what's that?" said Carol.

"It might be thrilling to eat each other out with strange men watching."

"Ooooh!" Colleen squealed, thinking how delightfuliy depraved it would be for Carol and Jennifer to sixty-nine while men observed.

"It might be even more fun if there were three girls…" said Carol. She looked at Colleen suggestively.

"I… I wouldn't mind," Colleen said.

Colleen was horny. All this talk of fucking strangers had inspired her lust. "The only thing is," said the sweet newlywed, "I've never sucked a cunt… maybe I won't like it."

She looked at Carol.

Carol grinned. "There's only one way to find out," she said.

Never in her life had it occurred to Colleen that she would some day suck a cunt. But that, she figured, was the fault of her imagination, for she saw nothing wrong with the situation.

She knelt on the bed, between Carol's legs.

Before she went down on Carol, she smiled at Jennifer. She said, "Don't feel neglected, Jennifer. I have an idea that I might be a slow learner and I'll need plenty of practice."

Jennifer's pussy twitched in expectation. She began to finger her cunt, to get it hot and juicy, while she waited her turn on Colleen's head.

Colleen went down on Carol.

She began slurping away as if she had been eating pussy all her life. Her ass bobbled about as she squirmed on her knees, her head buried like an ostrich in Carol's crotch.

"Ummm," she purred… "I like it, it's good!"

Her hot tongue flared up Carol's wet hole and her sweet lips sucked avidly at the fount.

Carol was charmed by the eager manner in which the newlywed went about tonguing her out.

She arched her back. Her thighs closed softlys around the girl's busy face and her belly heaved up. She looked down the arched bridge of her willowy belly. Colleen was staring up at her. Colleen's face was buried to the nose in Carol's crotch but her eyes and forehead were sticking up from the gentle roll of belly and thigh. The two women gazed into each other's eyes, their vision passing between Carol's thrusting tits. Colleen's eyes were wide open, as though she were startled by what she was doing – or by how much she enjoyed it. Carol's eyes were narrowed in passion. The newlywed's tongue delved and dipped, sliding as far up the slippery slot as it could go, while her lips kept up a steady sucking at the flooded slot.

Carol, her voice husky, said, "I'll try not to come too soon, honey."

Colleen whimpered at the prospect of enjoying a nice long, leisurely feast of pussy.

Jennifer grimaced. She was impatient to get her legs wrapped around that blonde head and her crotch clamped onto those sweet lips.

She began to finger fuck herself more quickly. But then she thought: Why not join in? I don't have to just sit here and wait. There's lots of unattended cunt and mouth in that cluster of flesh. The two of them are linked together and I can be a sort of roving tongue, a wandering pussy, a random factor in the permutation.

Jennifer moved behind Colleen.

Colleen's ass was lifted to the highest point of her body. She was like a tripod, supported on her knees and head, with her juicy bottom wriggling out at the apex.

Jennifer gazed at that lovely trim ass. Her head swayed as she followed the lateral squirming of Colleen's pelvis.

She leaned in and ran her tongue up the crack of Colleen's ass, giving that nether cleavage a long slurp.

Colleen gasped into Carol's hairy cunt as she felt this new sensation.

Jennifer placed her hands on the girl's taut buttocks and spread the cheeks apart. She began to lick her asshole and to push her tongue right up that trim hole.

Jennifer was thrilled by the utter depravity of what she was doing, the dark charm of degradation. She tongue-fucked Colleen's asshole lovingly, then slid down to work on that golden twat. Colleen creamed immediately. Her cunt juice tasted subtly different than Carol's and Jennifer figured that was due to all the thick jism that her husband had been pouring up that love-box.

Jennifer was filled with a renewed thrill as she realized that, by proxy, she was drinking Bob Harrison's cum – drinking it out of his wife's cunt.

Colleen came, whimpering.

But her orgasm did nothing to slake her thirst for cunt juice nor her hunger for pussy and, despite her climax, she continued to suck on Carol's crotch, her lips spread around the box like a suction cup clamped to a wall, held fast by the vacuum of her desire.

Jennifer slurped away until she was sure that she had swallowed every precious drop of that sweet, delicious joy juice.

Now it was time to get her own box drained again.

She gave Colleen's pussy a final, loving slurp then moved up the bed and threw her knees across Carol's upturned face. Carol sighed with happy expectation. Her mouth opened, like a baby bird waiting to be fed. Her hot tongue came out, lapping at the air. Jennifer slowly settled her cunt down onto that questing tongue and over those unfurled lips.

Carol creamed in Colleen's eager mouth.

A second later, she renewed the bodily fluids she had spilled as, gulping voraciously, she drank the heavy flood from Jennifer's pussy.

Drinking Jennifer's cum, Carol felt herself coming again, her orgasm following only seconds upon the one before, so that Colleen, sucking away so attentively, did not even realize that she was drinking a second load, but thought that it was the same climax, prolonged, that wracked Carol's loins.

Her chin thrust out like a shelf as she ravenously sucked all the pussy juice up and swallowed it down. It seemed as if an eternal spring were flowing from Carol's cunt as she went off like a machine gun, burst after burst, her creamy discharge coming in an extended rope. It seemed as if Carol, refilling herself from Jennifer's flooded gash, was going to come forever. As soon as her own loins emptied, she renewed her vigor, quaffing up a new load of nectar from Jennifer.

Carol wanted to come forever.

She sucked furiously on the juicy bowl that was pulsating in her upturned face, hoping that Jennifer would come and come and come so that she, in turn, could come endlessly.

But then Jennifer moaned, her loins drained.

She slipped away, collapsing on the bed.

Carol was so hot that for a moment she did not realize that the feast had been taken from her and she continued to tongue and suck at the empty air.

Then she settled down to work off the terminal spasms of her own climax.

She tilted her pelvis up, like a chalice from which Colleen was drinking. Colleen went up with her, fairly inhaling her cunt juice as it poured forth. Then Carol, too, was drained and she sank back, trembling, while greedy Colleen finished up by licking the bowl clean.

All three good neighbors satisfied, for the moment, cuddled together on the bed, smiling happily, sighing, gazing lovingly at one another.

No one's cunt was hot at the moment, but they had gotten into this pussy sucking so deeply that any one of the three was more than willing to go down on either of the others again… more than willing. They were all eager, for although cunts could be temporarily satiated, the hunger for cunt was constant. It was an emotional lust, rather than a physical need, and they regarded one another with open speculation, wondering who would be the next to get horny and require some loving tongue.

Colleen, gently feeling Jennifer's fat tit, said, "When shall we go to town?"

"Friday will be a good day," said Carol. "Morgan and Fred usually have a boys' night out."

"What about Bob?" said Jennifer. "Maybe you can get him to go with them, Colleen."

"I'm sure he'd love to but we… we don't have much money."

"You're forgetting, you're our landlady now," said Carol. "I guess we'd better pay our first month's rent, eh, Jennifer?"

"Yes, of course," said Jennifer.

"Okay, so Friday night it is!" said Carol.

And then, excited once more because their plans were definite now, the three horny wives got squirmy and wriggly and did a little titty sucking which led, in turn, to another cluster suck.

It was a memorable day for the suburban residents of Blackheath.

Jennifer, Carol and Colleen had entered in to a lesbian alliance. Never again would they have to spend a day in a state of frustration, for among the three of them there would surely be an avid tongue available at any given time.

Colleen had the added bonus of respite from her financial problems and Carol and Jennifer had made definite plans to seek strange dick.

And, even as the three over-sexed wives were sucking each other off with gusto, the husbands were being less than chaste and faithful.

Fred Foley was putting the pork to his secretary.

Morgan Davis was getting his cock sucked in a dingy bar storeroom.

But what of Bob Harrison?

CHAPTER EIGHT

Bob Harrison, that lazy young fellow with little ambition, was selling electric blenders from door to door. It wasn't lucrative work, but he enjoyed it.

He liked walking in the open air and he liked meeting people, whether he made a sale or not.

This afternoon he met a remarkable person. He was going from apartment to apartment in a rather run-down tenement, without success. He wasn't discouraged, for such was not his nature, but he was not hopeful of making a sale. Still, he intended to call on every apartment faithfully.

He rang the bell of apartment 3B.

A woman opened the door. She was wearing a man's white shirt with long tails and nothing beneath. Her bare legs were shapely. The top three buttons of the shirt were unfastened and Bob could see her deep cleavage.

"Hi," he said.

She peered at him suspiciously. She was a redhead, her hair tumbling in coils and ringlets around her face. She had a wide mouth with a full lower lip and she wore false eyelashes.

"Who the fuck are you?" she said.

"I'm selling electric blenders," he said.

"Oh, shit."

"Not interested?"

"Naw. What the fuck do I want with an electric blender? I ain't got nothing to blend in the fucker. Shit."

"Sorry," he said.

He was about to retreat but she showed no inclination to close the door.

"Don't have a slice of bread, even. Got no money to buy a loaf of bread, you want to sell me a blender."

"Oh," said Bob.

She said, "It's the landlord's fault."

"Pardon me," Bob said, willing to chat.

"The landlord. Slumlord. The geezer that owns this fucking tenement! It's his fault. See, he let me move in here and I don't have to pay no rent, which is just as well since I ain't got no money. So the landlord comes round once a week and I give him a fuck – or sometimes a suck – instead of paying rent. So I figured that was okay. But now that I'm here, I'm trapped. Got no money to move out, you see. And he don't want me to move out, neither, ugly as he is."

"Is he ugly! Fat and sweats a lot. Always got dog shit on his shoes. Anyhow, he comes round once a week and he brings a big box of groceries. So I got enough to last me until next week. Except this week I ran short. Had quite an appetite this week. That varies, depending on whether I have to give the landlord a fuck or suck, you know? Lots of calories in cun. Anyhow it's a hell of a situation."

"Em… can't you get a job?"

"Naw."

"Welfare?"

"I get my principles. Anyhow, I can't leave the house, on account of I got no clothes. I only had one dress when I moved in and the landlord took it. He left me this shirt. I don't even have no fucking underwear," she said.

She proved the truth of that statement.

She lifted the tail of the white shirt and Bob found himself looking at a burning bush, her bright-red pubic hair spread lavishly across her white loins.

"You seem to be in difficulty," Bob said.

His cock had quivered a bit at the sight of that big, hairy cunt, for he was a potent fellow quite capable of getting an instant hard-on despite all the spunk that he poured into his bride every morning and night.

"Yeah, it's a bitch," she said. She shook her head and her copper coils cascaded around her face.

"On top of everything else, my vibrator broke," she added.

"I beg your pardon?"

"My vibrator. It broke this morning. You know… one of those things that a girl uses to vibrate her clir. It wasn't so bad being cooped up here while I had the vibrator. I could spend my time buzzing myself off. But now I got nothing to do and the landlord don't come until tomorrow."

"I see."

"I tried finger fucking like I used to do when I was a kid, but it ain't the same no more. Once a girl gets used to a vibrator, a finger is pretty feeble."

"I can understand that," said Bob, and his cock was definitely roaming around his fly now.

"Electric toothbrushes are okay, too. But I ain't got one of them. But wait a minute… you sell electric blenders, huh?"

"Well, I got no use for a blender. Only thing I could blend in it would be cum." She giggled at the thought. "The next time that the old bastard wants a blow job I could spit his spunk into the blender and whirl it around and make him drink it!"

Bob laughed and his cock lurched.

"But there's no way in hell I'm going to put my cunt in a blender," she wait on. "It might feel sort of nice but the last thing mind is a blended pussy. But I got side tracked there for a moment. What I was gonna say is, if you sell blenders, you must know something about electric, huh?"

"Well… a bit."

"Do me a favor? Have a look at my vibrator, see if maybe you can fix it?"

"All right," said friendly, gregarious Bob.

He entered the apartment.

"I'm afraid of electricity, myself," she said. "But how else can a girl get vibrated? I'm afraid of heights, too. One time I was fucking this guy, sitting on his dick, see, and I got to thinking about how I was perched up there like a Goddamn flagpole sitter and I got dizzy and fell off. Almost snapped his pecker off at the root, too. He was mad."

She trotted off, her ass wriggling around quite pleasantly under the long white shirttails.

Bob pushed his prick which was quite rampant by this time, down into his trouser leg so that it wouldn't stick out too obviously. But he wasn't awfully concerned, since she had already shown him her cunt, by way of proving that her loins were unencumbered by panties.

She came back with the vibrator, a phallic shaped device of plastic with an electric cord sprouting from the hilt.

"I call it Elmer," she said. "My name is Amy."

"Hello, Amy," said Bob. He didn't say hello to Elmer.

"I sure hope you can fix it."

"Well, I'll see what I can do," Bob said, and he took the plastic prick from her. She watched in a hopeful way as Bob unscrewed the socket at the hilt of the vibrator and probed around for loose wires or connections. He could find nothing wrong.

He figured this remarkable woman probably had simply used it up, no electrical appliance will work forever, the way that a randy cunt will.

"I can't see anything wrong. Could you plug it in, please?" Bob said. "Maybe the socket is at fault."

"Sure," she said.

She took the cord and plug. Bob retained his grip on the hilt of the dildo, swinging it like a nightstick into his other hand, simply because he felt silly holding such a tool. The big knob whacked solidly into his palm and he could imagine how she had whacked it up her big pussy.

A cord dangled from the ceiling. The light bulb had been taken out and replaced with a multi-socket fixture. Amy got up on a sraight-backed chair so that she could plug the thing into that socket. As she lifted her arms, the tail of her shirt rose up and her blazing bush was again revealed to Bob – this time it was on eye level. Her meaty thighs were parted and Bob could see the juicy slit that bissected that red bush, like a swampy river flowing sluggishly through a forest fire. Her love-bud stood out like a fire tower from the flaming foliage.

Bob's dick was standing out like a fire tower itself, now, dragging the front of his trousers out and up.

She plugged it in. He switched it on. The vibrator remained dormant.

"That socket might be faulty," he said. "Is there another place to plug it in?"

"Yeah," she said.

She jumped nimbly from the chair and moved to the wall. Bob followed like a dog on the electric leash. Amy got down on her hands and knees to plug the cord into the wall socket. Her shirt rose up again and her ass was bared. Bob found it a pleasing ass, taut and trim. He could see her cunt once more, flowing between her thighs. She seemed to be wriggling about more than was absolutely necessary to plug the prongs into the socket but that might, well, to give her the benefit of the doubt, be because she was nervous of electrical connections. Her ass was very solid and shapely. Bob saw her little brown eye revealed.

She pushed the plug in.

Nothing.

"I'm afraid it's kaput," he said.

"Oh, dear," she wailed.

She got up again, smoothing the shin down over her supple flanks. As she pulled it down her deep cleavage was revealed further and a rosy nipple slipped into view.

She said, "I don't suppose you could do me a favor?"

"Why not?" said Bob.

He was assuming, naturally enough, that this girl wanted him to take the place of her vibrator.

But she said, "could you plug one of your blenders in while I vibrate myself?"

"What?"

Remarkably enough, she looked embarrass ed.

She said, "A girl gets used to the humming noise a vibrator makes, you see. The noise is as much a part of it as the actual vibration. So if you could set one of your blenders humming, I could fuck myself with the vibrator and with the proper background sounds it might be okay?"

Bob was amused. He saw what a creature of habit and ritual this woman was. But he didn't mind adding to her pleasure, for she seemed to have little enough fun in her life. He handed her the vibrator and took a blender from the box. He plugged it in and switched it on. Nothing happened.

"Why, there's nothing wrong with your vibrator," he said, the truth dawning. "The electricity has been turned off."

"That bastard landlord!" she cried. "No wonder none of the lights or the radio work!"

"That might have occurred to you." She was biting her lip.

"I don't suppose…"

Bob waited patiently.

"Could you make a buzzing noise for me?"

Bob had never tried to make a buzzing noise. He considered it. He said: "Buzzzzz… hummm… zzzzzz…"

"Oh, yes! Don't stop!" she cried.

She unbuttoned the shirt and slipped it off. Naked, she flopped down on the couch, knees uplifted, legs parted. She began to move the snout of the lifeless vibrator against her fat nipples. Her face contorted with passion and the fount between her thighs began to flaw like melting ivory.

Bob watched, fascinated, buzzing steadily.

Amy slipped the non-vibrating device down her belly and dipped it into her crotch. She rubbed the tip against her clit, then began to push it in and out of her wet gash. Her pussy slurped as the tool went in and out. Bob was getting interested in his duty as a provider of sound effects. As the dildo disappeared up her hairy hole, he modified the sound, making it more muffled and subdued, as it would have been when buried up that hot box. As it pulled out, he hummed like an angry bumblebee and as it pushed in he flapped his lips moistly.

"Ooooo… ahhhh," Amy moaned.

"Hummmm," said Bob.

Amy was lost to lust and began to thrash about on the couch. She rose up on her knees, head down and ass thrust upwards. She was fucking the plastic prick into her twat steadily, from below. Cunt juice poured down her thighs and soaked the cushions under her belly. Her lovely bottom described geometrics in the air.

Bob whipped his pants open and his prick came charging out like a wounded buffalo.

"Buzzz," he intoned, as he moved to the couch and knelt behind Amy's heaving buttocks. The background noise undulated from his lips, rising and falling. His cock seemed to be humming, too. The stalk was so taut that it had started to vibrate like a tuning fork and the bloated knob was pealing like a bell. It swayed like a conductor's baton.

He tapped the head against her ass. Amy looked over her shoulder.

Bob raised his eyebrows, buzzing merrily away and Amy gave him a smile of affirmation. But her cunt was occupied by the plastic pecker and could not accommodate another tenant.

Bob placed his hands on the cheeks of her ass and spread them open. The globes spread, revealing her taut hole. He placed the tip of his tool against that tight hole and hesitated for a moment, but Amy made no objections.

Bob began to push his cockhead up her piss-hole.

Getting interested in this prelude to buggery, he forgot to buzz for a moment.

"Hum, damn you!" Amy wailed as she lustily crammed the false cock up her snatch.

"Hummmm!" Bob intoned, and, inspired by the sound effects, Amy began to wriggle her juicy ass against him.

Bob had never buried his dick up an asshole before but the technique seemed simple and he doubted very much if he would be broaching virgin ground. He pushed and her hole fluttered and loosened. He fed her half his knob and paused, buzzing steadily away all the while. She wriggled and heaved, as if trying to impale herself upon his spike.

He grasped her by the hipbones, holding her ass steady, and began to forge his passage into her bowels.

The fit was snug at first.

Then her asshole relaxed, accommodating itself to the bulk of his big dick, and he plunged in to the root.

Amy squealed with pleasure.

Bob held that full penetration for a moment. She was still pushing the vibrator up her pussy and he could feel the hard plastic tool skim over his cock, separated only by the delicate membrane that divided the twin tunnels.

Then he began to fuck into her ass with gusto.

His hips corkscrewed as he shoveled his big pecker into that tight crevice and his spunk heavy balls swung in like a bell, slapping into her vibrator-filled crotch with a juicy smack.

Her asshole rippled on him with some magical reverse peristalsis, as if she sought to ingest him from the nether end, pulling his meaty peckerhead right up into her belly. She was slamming her ass back hard as he ground the hunk to her, then rotating her hips as he drew back, so that her channel was working on his departing prong like a wringer.

Bob, potent fellow that he was, was never far removed from the heights of orgasm.

He tried to hold back, waiting for Amy.

But Amy was inspired threefold – by his cock up her asshole, the vibrator up, her cunt and, as important as any, the steady humming sound he was making.

She cried out as she started to cream.

Bob pounded violently up her hole, his knob rushing into her bowels. He churned his big rod around just as if her asshole were a bowl and his dick a whirling blender, whipping the contents of her loins to heavy cream.

He shot, his hips recoiled as the hot jet sped from his cock head and hosed her bowels.

Her cunt overflowed, juice running down her slick thighs in banners and ribbons.

Bob poured a second hot jet into her ass, then a third, weaker, a mere trickle.

He drew back and his cock popped from her ass. Her asshole clamped shut and cum bubbled out and ran down into her crotch, where it blended with her cunt juice in a concoction that no blender had ever managed.

Amy continued to push the vibrator up her hole until she had milked out the final ripples of her climax. Then she slid forward, her thighs collapsing, and lay on her belly. She looked back at Bob with a happy smile.

Bob realized that he was still buzzing. He seemed to have got into the habit. He stopped, switching his vocal chords off as if they had an electric switch.

"Gee," she said. "That was fun."

Bob left shortly thereafter, wishing the remarkable woman good fortune with her landlord and her problems. He worked the rest of the afternoon, making one sale and encountering no more women who required his services. Before he went home he stopped at a public restroom and washed his cock clean of the incriminating evidence, for he figured it would be disastrous if his bride were to discover that he had been less than faithful.

When he got home, Colleen was waiting. When he asked her how she had spent the day, she smiled mysteriously. But she told him she had visited with Carol and Jennifer, which was true enough.

They had a fuck before dinner.

Halfway through the fuck, which was a missionary-position job without embellishments, Colleen looked up at him with a mystified expression.

"Why on earth," she said, "are you making that peculiar buzzing sound?"

CHAPTER NINE

It was Friday morning in Blackheath.

Everything was normal on the surface. Fred Foley did not have the time or inclination to ball Jennifer, who did not object as strongly as usual. Morgan Davis awoke with a huge hard-on which he tried, without success, to slip into Carol before she was fully awake. Bob Harrison, potent newlywed that he was, poured two morning fucks into Colleen.

Colleen said to Bob, "Oh, by the way… Fred and Morgan usually go out Friday nights, just bowling or something. But the girls wanted me to ask you if you'd like to go with them tonight."

Bob wasn't at all sure about that.

"Can we afford it?" he asked.

"Sure," said Colleen.

"Well… all right," he said.

Colleen went to the telephone. "I'll call the Foleys before Fred goes to work and let him know that you're going with him and Morgan tonight."

"Fred says for you to meet him at his office at six," she called to Bob. "Is that okay?"

"That's fine," said Bob.

And so the groundwork was laid.

Bob went to work at noon.

Later, bubbling with eager expectations, Colleen put on a sexy dress and trotted over to Carol's house, where Jennifer was already waiting and the three women were so thrilled at the prospects before them that they didn't even have a single cunt-sucking session before they left for the city.

It was, naturally enough, Friday in the Moonglow, too, although days did not mean much in that place. The usual collection of winos were scattered around the bar and tables at varying degrees of inebriation. It was a typical day at the Moonglow.

There was, however, one man at the bar who was not one of the regular customers.

Joe Henry stood with his back to the bar, elbows up, a long thin cigar tilted up from his teeth. He wore a Stetson pulled down over his eyes and a soft buckskin outfit, which was molded to his powerful young body like a second skin.

Joe was unhappy. Until earlier on that day he had been the lover of a married lady who had taken care of him very nicely. Then, that morning the lady's husband had followed her to the little room she had rented for Joe and found Joe stuck up his wife's pussy. That had been that. Joe had been slung out on his ear onto the streets.

He finished his drink and was just about to leave when three women walked in.

Joe looked up with interest. The women looked ultra respectable. He figured that either they had wandered into the place by mistake during a shopping trip or else they were slumming.

They looked around uncertainly.

Joe expected them to leave but they surprised him by taking stools at the bar. Slumming, he thought. They ordered martinis. Jack the bartender had to get his guide out to find out how to make a martini. This was not a great help because he was illiterate. One of the women told him how to do it but he had no cocktail shaker. He had not a single olive. They settled for a gin with a dash of vermouth poured in. They sipped their makeshift martinis and looked around the room.

They looked at Joe Henry.

Joe tipped his Stetson and smiled.

The three women put their heads together. They whispered and nodded. They grinned.

Joe was about to approach the three, when, to his surprise; one of the women got off her stool and walked towards him, hips swaying just as if she were not a respectable woman.

She smiled and said, "My name is Jennifer."

"Joe Henry, at your service ma'am," he said.

"Mmm, yes, I hope so," said Jennifer. "My friends and I are looking for someone to fuck."

Joe took the cigar from his mouth and took a deep breath.

"Is… is that so? I'd be happy to oblige."

"Splendid," said Jennifer. "Do you have a couple of friends?"

"Er… no," said Joe.

"Oh well, it doesn't matter. We all think you're adorable… do you think you could manage all three of us?"

Joe gulped and then said, "Yeah… yeah I guess I could."

Jennifer nodded to the other two. They came over smiling and stopped on either side of Joe. He slowly turned his head, looking from one to the other. Then he shook his head, overawed by these women.

"This is Carol and this is Colleen," Jennifer said. "Girls, this is Joe Henry."

"He's perfect," Carol said.

"Gorgeous," said Colleen.

Joe grinned in his most charming manner. Things were looking up for him.

They left the Moonglow together with Joe in the middle.

In the car they groped him.

Carl worked her fingers around in his crotch and her eyes widened as she felt the massive hunk of meat he possessed. His dick wasn't hard but, even soft it felt like a formidable rack of joy.

"Our very own stud," said Jennifer, running her hand along the impressive contours of his cock.

Joe Henry felt a bit like a toy.

But his big prick, if it was a toy, was starting to harden as they fondled him.

He was impressed with the apartment, which was much nicer than the one which he had been forced to vacate that mommy. He wandered around, checking things cut. The place was clean. The bed a large, comfortable fucking platform. This will suit me very nicely, he thought. He went back into the sitting room.

And found the three women naked.

"Well, now," he said, cool as a cucumber. "Why don't you show us your dick?" His hand went to his fly. He was in a very strange situation but one thing he knew – he was not wanting for dick. His cock was his pride and joy, the tool of his trade.

He hauled his mighty weapon out.

"Oh, my!" Colleen said.

Jennifer and Carol gasped.

Joe Henry's cock was far and away the largest hunk of meat they had ever encountered, although all three of them had known a dick or two in their lives.

It was not completely hard yet, but it looped out from his fly in a great, sinuous coil.

"It looks like an elephant's trunk," Jennifer said.

"Big as a chimney," said Carol.

Joe grinned, pleased at their reaction. He pushed his hips out and his cock swayed, still sticking out in a great arc, as if the knob were so heavy that the shaft could not pull it up into a rampant angle.

He dipped his hand into his buckskin pants and dragged his balls out, so, that all of his great carnal equipment was revealed. His balls were as big as melons, his stalk looked as fat as a forearm and the great purple slab of his dick-head was almost frightening in its magnitude.

The three horny women moved in closer, staring in total absorption at this masterpiece.

"It looks armor-plated," Jennifer gasped.

"God! He could fuck whales!" cried Carol.

"He could sure fuck me," said Jennifer, and the vision of that formidable dick danced like sugar plums in her head.

And as they gazed in fascination at his huge cock, as if their vision had some tactile, caressing property, his monstrous prick slowly surged up into a full erection. It stood like a battering ram before him, the knob glowing a dark purple and the thick vein throbbing up the ventral shaft. His balls expanded like inflating balloons. The tip was steaming. It stretched up all the way to his breastbone.

"It looks naked," said Colleen, grinning, "It ought to have a flag on the top."

"It ought to have my cunt on the bottom," Jennifer said.

She looked at her two friends.

"Me first?" she asked.

Colleen and Carol both nodded. Truth be known, they were a little afraid of that huge bludgeon. And Jennifer, who had never in her life been accused of having a small twat, wasn't sure that she could take it, herself.

"I'll try," she said.

"We'll help," said Carol.

Joe Henry just stood there, feeling like a dildo, as these three women made plans for his prick. He didn't know if he should be proud or insulted as, ignoring him completely as a man, they concentrated their attentions on his cock, just as if that mighty pole had been disembodied.

Carol was taking charge, imaginative and naughty girl that she was.

"Colleen," she said, "Why don't you lick his cock so that it's nice and slippery?"

Colleen grinned, pleased at that suggestion. She didn't know if she wanted that titanic tool up her cunt or even if it could fit in her mouth, not to mention her cherry asshole, but she knew she could have a fine old time tonguing such a tasty hunk.

She knelt down in front of Joe Henry and without delay began to sweep her hot tongue up his stalk from balls to cock-head with long, fluid strokes. It tasted different than husband dick but it had a succulence that she found most appetizing.

Joe put his hands on his hips and pushed his loins out, letting her get on with it.

Jennifer and Carol watched with undisguised interest.

Colleen laved up and down and then, arching her neck, she fitted her lips to his cock-head. She pushed down. His meaty slab was so big that it filled her mouth. The great wedge pushed into her cheeks on both sides at the same time, pecking her like a squirrel with a mouthful of nuts. She tried to bob her head up and down in the usual cock-sucking motion, but it was impossible. The knob stuffed her mouth so full that she could take none of the stalk in.

Her tongue was jammed tight and her lips were extended as wide open as they could go. She wriggled her tongue and found that she was able to slide it around against the steaming underside of his big lump. She began to suck on his dick-head, fighting to draw in air around it at the same time.

She began to drool.

Saliva poured down his hot shaft, gleaming silvery against the skin. She was doing a proper job of oiling him up, a lubrication that would ease the entry into Jennifer's snatch. Her breath hissed in around the meat and she sighed happily, eyes closed, enjoying this rare feast.

It looked so delicious that Jennifer regretted not having done the preliminaries herself. But she knew that she mustn't be greedy. She was going to have the first cunt full of that formidable cock and she couldn't resent her friend having a taste.

But what would Carol get?

She looked at Carol. Carol smiled.

"I'll lubricate you, honey," she said.

Carol would get exactly what she wanted.

Jennifer sat on the couch and spread her legs. Carol curled up at her feet and dipped her head into her frothy crotch. She began to tongue-fuck and suck with relish.

Jennifer sighed happily, contented with what she was getting and thrilled by what she would be getting soon. She looked down at Carol's busily munching face, then she looked across to where Colleen was gurgling away on Joe's peckerhead, stuck to that great hook of meat like a fish on a gaff.

"Don't come in her mouth," she cautioned the man. "I want your cream in my pussy…"

Joe grinned. His eyes were roaming back and forth just as Jennifer's were, watching Colleen work on his knob, her lips unpeeling around that huge slab, then watching Carol's tongue dip into Jennifer's creamy box.

"Don't you come, either," he said. "Wait until I get my dick up that sweet hole before you cream, girl."

Carol drew back, reluctantly, for she had been enjoying her task, but she knew that Jennifer was as ready as she would ever be to take that giant joystick. Jennifer's cunt was unpeeled and the slot was flooded.

Seeing Carol disengage, Colleen pulled her mouth off Joe's peckerhead with an effort.

The big knob seemed to be stuck fast by suction. It popped free, twanging, hard and hot.

The head glistened with saliva and the stalk was streaked with ribbons that had drooled down.

Joe Henry moved to the couch, his cock so massive that he had to throw his shoulders back to counterweight his torso. Carol moved out of the way and he knelt between Jennifer's slick thighs. His dick stood up like a tree.

Jennifer took it in both fists, holding it like a baseball bat. She guided the knob to her crotch.

She began to churn her slot with the tip, working it around in that sodden bowl as if she were stirring a bubbling cauldron. Her cunt sucked at him, trying to drag him in.

"I'm ready… I think…" she said.

Joe Henry began to push.

His knob wedged in and stuck fast. Jennifer wriggled and he strained to ram it home. He labored doggedly but could get no more than two thirds of his triangular cock-head up her. The flaring wedge jammed at her cunt-lips.

"It won't fit!" Jennifer wailed, grievously disappointed.

Carol sprang to her aid. Seizing her by the ankle, she began to pull. Colleen grabbed the other ankle and tugged. Joe Henry pushed and Jennifer squirmed and Colleen and Carol literally hauled her cunt down onto his prick like a tight boot on a foot.

Suddenly his massive weapon disappeared up Jennifer's stretched, pliable hole.

He was buried to the hilt.

They held that full penetration for a moment. Jennifer had never been stuffed so absolutely full of cock and she adored the feeling. It felt as if she had squatted on a telephone pole. She thought that her hips were going to jump out of their sockets but she didn't give a damn just so long as she had that great rod buried in her pussy.

Then he started to hump.

At first he could not slide in and out, for he was stuck fast in her hole and when he stroked he simply hauled her pelvis back and forth on his dick.

But then her elastic pussy adjusted to his bulk.

He began to run the rod up her, awkwardly at first and then more fluidly, until he was pouring the pork to her rhythmically. His balls rolled in, pressing against her ass. Her cunt lips were sucked right up her hole as he forged in and as he pulled back he dragged her almost inside out.

She loved it.

Colleen and Carol hovered on the periphery of the action, thrilled by the sight of his huge cock vanishing up their friend's joybox. Like handmaidens they waited in attendance.

Then they joined in.

Carol held his huge balls in one hand. She began to play with Jennifer's tits and nipples with the other hand. With her hands out on either side, she leaned down and started sucking an Jennifer's clit. Her head was in Jennifer's lap and as she mouthed her turbulent bead at love she was also mouthing Joe Henry's prick as it vanished and reappeared up the hole. This was a double treat for the bisexual wanton. Although pussy was her favorite feast, she had always been fond of cock as well. Just because a girl liked ice cream did not preclude the joy of eating steak. Now she parted her lips and let his cock run through her mouth as it slipped in and out of Jennifer's gash.

Carol began to vibrate with passion.

Each time his huge prick squeezed out, it was coated with a film of cunt juice.

Carol greedily slurped that sweet nectar from his rod.

Then, his cock coated with saliva instead of pussy cream, he pushed back up the clutching hole, passing through Carol's eager lips coming and going.

Jennifer's clit was tingling against his shaft and Carol was sucking steadily on it all the while, adoring the taut bud from above while Joe's prong caressed it below.

Carol got so carried away that she was trying to get her mouth right up Jennifer's hole, so that she could suck on Joe's cock-head right inside Jennifer's cunt.

Jennifer's well-attended crotch was flooded with cunt juice and saliva. Cream pulsed from her stuffed lovebox as Joe's giant plunger pumped in and out and Carol was drooling heavily over her exotic smorgasbord.

Colleen observed this linkage with fascination.

There was no room in Jennifer's crotch and she moved behind Joe's corkscrewing ass. Spreading his cheeks apart, the newlywed began to run her hot tongue up the crack of his ass and push the pink tip into his asshole.

Ducking lower, she licked his balls, which were still gripped in Carol's hand, laving them thoroughly before she swept up again, long-tonguing up his crotch and into his ass cleavage. She loved the taste of his musky ball meat and the way that his spunk-filled nuts shifted under the hairy sac.

Fluttering around the cluster, Colleen alighted upon Carol's ass, rimming the tight hole and dipping down to shoot her tongue up her slippery pussy. Carol's titties were dangling down like ripe fruit. Colleen mouthed them from below, her head tilted back as if she were eating grapes at a Roman orgy. She was so hot that she didn't know what she wanted. She flitted here and there in fickle indecision, sucking Jennifer's nipples, Carol's crotch, Joe Henry's asshole in turn, loving each delicacy but so blazing hot that she could not stay for long as yet another delicious treat caught her attention.

Stimulated by cock and tongue, Jennifer started to ripple into an orgasm.

Her cunt was stuffed to the brim with dick and her cunt juice was forced out, bubbling from the distended lips and foaming in her crotch. She soaked Joe's balls and belly. Carol voraciously slurped that precious oil up.

Then Joe Henry, also delighting in the manifold stimulation, bellowed like a bull. His huge balls swelled up and his massive stalk expanded as it buried itself up Jennifer's pussy. Slamming in to the root, he shot his wad into her womb.

Jennifer squealed with joy as she felt his steaming jism pour into her. And her prolonged climax peaked. Her cunt juice seeped out as she spasmed, blending with his cum. His great plunger pumped the thick mixture from her pussy in a creamy flood which greedy Carol gulped up with wild slurpings, swallowing cum and cunt juice down as fast as she could and moaning with the pure ecstasy of the treat.

Joe grimaced, his face contorted, jaws tight. He had blown his whole load out in that single mighty geyser. Now he held his cock buried as the thrill coursed through him.

Jennifer ground her supple pelvis around on his fat stalk like a pig turning on a spit, roasting in the fire of her orgasm.

Colleen had been darting here and there at random. Now, seeing the juicy climax, she hovered over Jennifer's belly, tongue flashing, wishing that she could have some of that succulent cream.

Carol took pity on her friend.

She had a mouthful of cum and cunt juice and she pressed her lips to Colleen's mouth. Colleen's lips parted and Carol poured that creamy concoction into the girl's eager mouth, sharing the feast unselfishly.

Joe Henry watched the two girls swap his cum back and forth in their mouths.

His dick had been emptied but it was still stuffed up Jennifer, still big and hard.

"Wow! That was good!" Jennifer sighed.

Joe Henry thought so, too. He also thought that this apartment would be a nice place to stay awhile.

CHAPTER TEN

Morgan Davis stopped by Fred Foley's office.

The front office was empty and he could hear sighs and moans coming from the inner office. He waited patiently and after awhile Jackie came out, her make-up smeared and her eyes dreamy in post-orgasmic ecstasy.

"Been taking dick-tation?" he asked.

Jackie giggled.

Morgan went into the inner office and found Fred collapsed in his chair, panting and grinning.

Fred said, "Jennifer suggested that we take Bob Harrison with us tonight. He's meeting us here at six."

"That's funny… Carol suggested the same thing."

Fred shrugged, then said, "It's no hardship… He's a nice fella."

"Oh, sure. But…" Morgan winked.

"You did say, the next night out we'd pick up some broads, remember?"

"Hell, I don't think Bob will mind that."

"Think he'll be willing? I mean, just married and all."

"Sure he will."

"Yeah. Well, as long as he doesn't tell Colleen."

"That's hardly likely. Especially if he tags a piece of ass himself! No worry about that."

Morgan slid his rump off the edge of the desk.

"I hope we can find some gals as sexy as Jackie," he said.

"Where in hell do we go, anyhow?" said Fred.

"Oh, I've found just the place. In fact…" Morgan grinned and told Fred about his bizarre experience at the Moonglow. Fred was impressed… "Wow! She sounds like my kind of woman! Maybe she has some friends."

Morgan was pleased with Fred's reaction, and he said, "Well, if she hasn't, I guess old Ruby can take care of all of us."

"So we go to this Moonglow, huh?"

"As long as our wives don't find out."

"Well, how could they? I mean… Jennifer might get suspicious of Jackie, but she's not likely to have anything to do with anyone at the Moonglow, is she?"

"That's true," said Morgan.

"I'd like to meet some real kinky broads." Fred peered at Morgan to see how he took that suggestion. Morgan grinned. Fred went on. "I mean, I'd like to get something we don't get at home, you know? Maybe… have you ever seen two girls eat each other out, for instance?"

Morgan shook his head. His eyes gleamed. "Neither have I. I always wanted to, though."

"Yeah! It sounds exciting."

Morgan laughed.

"That's something we sure won't get at home!" he said.

Fred started laughing, too.

"Yeah! Imagine Jennifer and Carol eating each other out!"

That image was so incredible that both men roared with laughter.

Morgan said, "Boy oh boy! What an imagination you have. That's even more ridiculous than thinking they might know anyone at the Moonglow."

And they howled with glee at such preposterous idea.

Joe Henry's cock was still rampant. He sat on the couch, his gigantic prick standing up before him like a ramrod.

Jennifer, Carol and Colleen were kneeling around him, grinning; winking at each other, gazing at his dick, surrounding that stout rod as if it were a maypole around which they were dancing.

"Let's stick him," Jennifer suggested.

"Ummm… I don't think I could take that big prick up my cunt," Carol said. "We can all suck him at once."

Jennifer squinted at her friend, wondering if that were a subtle reflection on the size of her cunt? But she knew how much Carol loved her cunt, so it couldn't really be an insult. Anyway, she knew that her pussy was no mouse's ear.

"Yeah!" said Joe Henry with enthusiasm. "Let's see how well you girls give head."

Colleen started to giggle.

She said, "I was just thinking… what would our husbands think, if they could see us now?"

Jennifer and Carol laughed.

Then, all three together, they commenced to give head to Joe Henry's enormous joystick.

Carol slipped her lips over the knob.

Jennifer started licking his balls.

Colleen fitted her pliable lips to the underside of his shaft and ran them up and down as if she were playing a flute.

They switched positions. They took turns on the knob, balls and stalk, thrilled that they hd available a cock so large that there was room for all. His dick and balls were soon slippery with saliva and starting to thunder.

It was like a game of musical chairs.

The three girls wondered which one of them would be lucky enough to be in position on the head of his pecker when he came. All three were eager to drink his cum. But no one cheated. They continued to switch positions in the same sequence, each woman getting equal time on his cock-head in this game of musical dick, waiting for the sweet music of desire to reach a creamy crescendo.

The sequence went like this. From balls to knob to stalk and back to balls! They did not use their hands at all, wanting to do it all with their mouths. Jennifer had her hands behind her back, as if she were bobbing for apples in a barrel. Colleen had her own tits cupped in her hands, her thumbs switching across the taut tips like little windshield wipers. Carol had one hand up Jennifer's cunt and the other strumming on Colleen's clit. But that pussy playing was merely a side effect of her passion, for, despite her inclinations, Carol was, at that moment, concentrating all her attention on the massive prick they were sharing.

Joe Henry stared down at this spectacle of head-giving wantons, his mind whirling, his imagination as fiery hot as his cock. His eyes rolled and his teeth grated together and his jaw muscles worked. He felt as if his whole body was a cock.

Jennifer was on his cock-head, sucking like a sump pump.

Carol was running her lips up and down on his fat shaft and Colleen was lapping at his swollen balls.

It was time to switch.

Carol slipped down to his balls and Jennifer tilted her head, pulled her lips reluctantly away from his cock-head and slipped down to the next position on his shaft.

Collen's head came up, eager to get that flaring peckerhead in her mouth.

Then Joe came.

With his cock-head smoking and pounding in the air, he blew a geyser of spunk straight up into the air. He came like a fountain, with the three girls looking up as his cum towered over their heads.

His jism rose higher, suspended for a moment, then came splattering down on their faces. Jennifer and Carol gulped his cum out of the air.

Colleen gasped and got her lips over the cap of his dick just in time to have his first geyser spray her tonsils. She gulped it down and moved aside.

Carol slipped her lips around his crown and took his second hose in her throat.

Jennifer whipped her face up, pushing Carol aside, and sucked the third jet from his cock-head with glee.

Joe Henry slumped.

The three girls gaily licked his cock and balls, gathering up every succulent drop, quite pleased at the way things had worked out. There was no reason to be jealous or envious, for they had each received an equal share of the nourishing spunk.

They sat back on their heels, admiring Joe's still-rampant pleasure stick.

"I should try to squeeze it up my cunt," Carol said.

"Yes, go ahead," Jennifer said, "It's lovely once you get it in."

Carol threw one leg across Joe, straddling him.

Joe Henry held her by the hipbones and guided her crotch to his smoking cock-band.

Bending her knees, Carol slowly lowered her pelvis. Joe braced his legs and hiked his ass up. His cock glanced off Carol's thigh and bumped against her slot, the huge knob sticking at the entrance.

Carol sank lower. The bloated dick-head lodged in her crack, only the tip penetrating her. Joe gripped her hips and grunting, shoved his dick up, but the effort served only to bend his dick.

Jennifer and Colleen tried to help; Colleen spreading Carol's cunt lips wide, while Jennifer gripped Joe's pecker at the root, holding it straight and steady.

"Try it now," said Colleen.

Carol wriggled her ass and shifted her hips, trying vainly to impale her loins on Joe's rod.

"Damn it!" she wailed. "It won't fit."

"You're too tight," said Colleen.

"Keep trying," said Jennifer, reluctant to accept the fact that her cunt was slacker than Carol's.

Joe, by this time, was feeling more and more like he was a dildo, and although he had no objections to being a plaything for the three horny housewives, his masculine pride was slightly piqued.

He said, "You wanna get fucked, girl… I'll fuck you!"

Keeping a firm grip on her hips and his cock-head tightly imbedded between her cunt lips, he pushed Carol back and down to the floor. Kneeling between her outspread thighs, firmly braced, he began to pull Carol by the handles of her hipbones back onto his prick.

Carol squealed.

Joe thrust his prick at her with all the power in his thighs and ass, while he hauled her to him.

Very slowly his dick went up her.

Carol gasped and Joe Henry groaned.

Jennifer and Colleen looked on, content just to watch this time.

His knob vanished, buried in her slot. The shaft followed, inch by inch.

Carol's pink cunt lips parted at the great head of his cock followed by the thick shaft glided up her hole. It hurt for a moment so that she felt like a virgin again, but the pain was soon overwhelmed by the thrill.

Joe gritted his teeth and with a mighty effort shoved his whole length up her hole.

Carol cried out as she thrilled to the sensation of having her cunt stuffed absolutely brimful of hard, throbbing cock. Joe held the full penetration for a long, lingering moment while he savored the thrill of having his cock tightly encased in tight flesh.

Then he began to fuck her.

He withdrew from Carol's tightly clutching pussy until only the tip remained in her, paused for a split-second, then fed the full length to her again. His dick moved up her more easily this time as Carol's cunt began to accustom itself to the massive bulk. She responded, jamming her hips up to meet his thrust and then twisting her pelvis from side to side when he was buried in her, adding friction to his strokes.

They began to move fluidly together, in counterpoint, Carol shoving down as Joe shoveled his dick up her. Her hands clutched at his ass, his flanks. He cupped her taut ass in his hands, lifting her loins higher. Her thighs compressed around him, and, reaching down, she cupped his swollen balls in her hand, gently squeezing, as if to pump the jism from him.

Colleen and Jennifer sat side by side on the floor, watching Joe's cock slide in and out of Carol's slot. The shaft was coated with cunt juice now and cream was pouring down into the crack of Carol's ass. As they watched, they finger fucked each other, keeping in tempo with Joe's thrusts.

They were banging together violently now, Joe's balls slapping into Carol's upturned ass as they joined to the hilt.

Joe felt his climax approach.

He slowed his strokes, not wanting to come too quickly. Carol, realizing why he had slowed the tempo, dared her hips faster than ever, pumping and grinding.

She gasped, "I'm… I'm coming, too."

Joe pulled her up higher, angling his dick across her burning clit as he rammed furiously into her steaming pussy once again, banging hard and fast. Her cunt clutched at him as if her loins were possessed of a magical inner hand which she was using to jerk him off.

Carol and Jennifer, seeing his balls expand, knew that Joe was coming. Their fingers raced in and out of each other's juicy slots as they, too, began to climax.

Carol threw her legs higher, drumming at Joe's back.

"I'm coming… God, I'm coming!" she cried.

Joe felt her pussy melt around his cock as his hot juices released themselves. His big cock slammed up her creamy hole and his hard body went rigid as he hovered at the crest of completion. Then, moaning, he shot his load into her pussy. His balls seemed to explode, forcing the hot sap up his stalk and from his cleft knob.

Carol felt her cunt fill up with his cream and she squirmed about in ecstasy, as her own prolonged orgasm gushed through her, hex cunt juice flooding out to mingle with Joe's love juice in the depths of her belly.

Joe shot a second load and then a third, each burst as powerful as the one before, hosing her womb with his thick spunk.

Then, drained, he sank down upon her.

Carol continued to move for a few seconds, lazily working off the final spasm of her orgasm, then she sighed and smiled contentedly. Her body softened and her thighs released their grip. Jot withdrew from her. His cock had diminished somewhat but it was still semi-hard and inordinately large. As he withdrew the knob, her slot flooded with a rich, creamy nectar of cunt juice and spunk and a glistening ribbon ran down her perineum into the crack of her ass.

Joe rolled off and lay on his back beside her. With gurgles of joy and whimpers of greed, Colleen and Jennifer took turns at slurping up the rich mixture flowing from Carol's snatch.

Joe regarded the three naked women appreciatively and when Colleen and Jennifer had finished their snack, he said, "I was thinking… how would you girls like it if I were to move in here? You know, a kind of live-in lover."

The three girls looked at each other.

"That's not a bad idea," said Carol. "Any time we wanted some dick, we wouldn't have to go out looking for men and risk being seen. What do you think, girls?"

Colleen grinned. "Suit yourself," she said. "I'm really only here for the pussy."

"Jennifer?" Carol asked.

Jennifer looked doubtful. She said, "I don't know. It would be nice to have him on call, but I was hoping to get a crack at more than one cock."

"No problem," said Joe, "I can get some guys and bring them back here for you whenever you want."

"That would be ideal," said Jennifer. "Do you really think you could?"

"Why, sure," said Joe, with more confidence than he was feeling.

"Okay," said Jennifer. "Why don't you do just that? Now, while we are all here."

Thus did Joe Henry, to his amazement, find himself agreeing to go out to pick up men.

After he had departed, Carol, Colleen and Jennifer sat around, naked, talking about what a treat it had been to share such a wondrous dick and speculating on the kind of guys Joe would return with.

Then, to pass the time while they waited for him to return, they sucked each other off.

They all agreed that their adventure was starting out to be an enormous success.

Joe Henry went back to the Moonglow.

He had no idea where to start his search for likely men, but he was determined to try his damnedest. Three horny women and an apartment to live in didn't come along every day.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Fred, Morgan and Bob sat around in Fred's office. The other two had been sounding Bob out in a subtle fashion.

Bob was agreeable.

"We weren't sure, you having a brand-new bride and all," Morgan said, but Bob shrugged it off.

He said, "What she don't know won't hurt her."

"She'll never find out," Fred assured him. "Okay, fellas, let's do it," Bob said. And the three husbands left the office and walked to the Moonglow, all excited at the prospect before them, all hoping that they would find some amenable girls – kinky girls.

And they didn't even feel as if they were cheating on their wives, for they were looking for things that they could never hope to get at home.

Joe Henry sat at the bar at the Moonglow, sipping a drink. A man in working clothes sat at one end of the bar and at the other end a girl was talking to the bartender. They seemed to be arguing.

Joe Henry listened.

"Aw, Jack, gimmee a drink, for chrissake," said the girl.

"Get outta here, Ruby," said the bartender. "You've had enough already."

"Huh, that's not what you say when I'm sucking your rotten dick, is it?"

The bartender growled something inaudible. Joe finished his drink. He was obviously wasting his time at the Moonglow, for there were no suitable guys there. He was about to leave when three very respectable-looking men walked into the bar. They looked around.

It was, of course, Fred, Morgan and Bob.

Joe sat down at the bar again. They were just the kind of guys he was looking for. One of the men nudged the other two and pointed to the girl sitting at the bar. They went over to her.

The girl turned, lurching drunkenly, as the men approached. She greeted them with delight. "Well, hi! You're just in time to buy me a drink."

"Ruby," the bartender snarled, "I've told you before, no bumming…"

Morgan cut him short, "That's okay, Jack," he said. "We came to see Ruby anyway."

Jack grunted.

Joe Henry edged closer.

Morgan ordered a round of drinks.

"So, you came back?" said Ruby. She looked down to Morgan's crotch, which was bulging as usual. "Guess you want your dick sucked again, huh?"

Joe Henry's eyebrows shot up under his Stetson.

Morgan looked abashed. He said, "Er… hem, well, yes… that is, my friends and I were hoping maybe…"

"They want me to blow them, too?"

"Hush, not so loud," said Fred, looking around uncomfortably.

Bob seemed to be stunned into silence.

Morgan said, "Well, er… not exactly. You see, I told them what a great girl you were and we thought maybe, if you had a couple of girl friends we could all have some fun together, if you know what I mean?"

Ruby looked at Fred and Bob, she said, "He told you I was great, did he?"

"The greatest," said Fred.

"Fantastic," said Bob.

Ruby flushed happily. She pushed her glass across the bar for a refill. She said, "I'd like to help you guys out, but thing is, I don't have any girl friends. Every time I make a friend my old man fucks her, and that's that."

The three looked disappointed.

Joe Henry's eyes gleamed.

"That's a shame," said Morgan.

Ruby was a goodhearted girl. She said, "Gee, I'm sorry, guys, nice fellas like you didn't ought to be running around with hard cocks." She took a slug from her drink and went on, "Tell you what. If you like, I'll be glad to blow all of you in the back room."

Bob, Fred and Morgan were silent for a moment, then Fred said, "I see no cogent reason why we should not take the lady up on her kind offer."

"Me neither," said Bob.

"All right," said Morgan. He placed a twenty-dollar bill on the bar and beckoned to the bartender. "Jack, we're going to the storeroom with Ruby for awhile, okay?" he said.

Jack eyed the money and Morgan winked.

"I guess so," said Jack. "But you know the rules."

"Rules?" Bob asked.

"Don't go shooting spunk all over the beer crates," said Jack.

"Certainly not," said Bob.

"The idea!" said Fred.

"Don't worry, Jack, I'll swallow it all," said Ruby.

Joe Henry watched as Bob, Fred and Morgan, with Ruby weaving between them, walked up the bar. He ordered another drink, lit a cheroot and settled down to wait.

In the storeroom it was decided that Ruby would first suck two cocks together and afterwards the other. Fred, having only a short while ago fucked his secretary, graciously offered to wait his turn.

Bob and Morgan sat on a row of beer crates, their pants around their ankles. Both their cocks were erect and the men attached to them looked at Ruby expectantly.

Ruby hitched up her tight skirt, exposing a large expanse of white thigh, and crouched before them. She cupped a hand under both sets of hairy balls, squeezing gently. Then she closed her fist over both stalks. The cocks responded immediately, growing fatter and longer and harder. Always eager for a mouthful of cock-meat, Ruby gazed from dick to dick, her tongue slipping along her lower lip and her face contorted, eyes narrowing with invaginate urges.

Bob's cock was thick and gnarled, capped by a triangular knob. Morgan's cock was not as fat, but it was long and tapered.

Ruby was perfectly randy now, inspired by her double handful of pecker. She gazed rapturously at the two big pricks right in front of her and out of the corner of her eye she could see Fred, swinging his dick around. Fred's organ was every bit as big as either of the two in her hands – perhaps not quite as fat as Bob's and a fraction shorter than Morgan's, but still a formidable tool.

Ruby's tongue glided to and fro and it was evident that her mouth was watering for dick. She was ready to begin, but was having trouble deciding which cock to sample first.

"Gee, this dick is fatter and this dick is longer… I don't know where to start," she said.

Fred was becoming impatient, "C'mon, get on with it," he said. "I want my turn."

"All right, all right," said Ruby.

Her tongue was already hanging out. She leaned closer and ran her hot tongue all the way up Bob's tackle, from balls to knob, with one long, moist slurp. Bob moaned and thrust his hips forward; his thighs trembled. Ruby was pleased at the reaction her tongue had brought from him.

Leaning to the other side, she repeated the lingual caress on Morgan's stalk. Morgan trembled and jerked and his breath wheezed out as if his throat had become as vibrant as his pecker.

Ruby licked Bob again and then Morgan. She was aware that Fred had moved closer, but she was far too interested in what she was doing to worry about him at the moment.

She rose up slightly, fitted her lips over the head of Bob's dick and, slowly and snugly, fed the full length into her mouth. She sucked on it. Her cheeks hollowed inward as she sucked, then pushed out as his flaring knob filled them both with expanding cock-meat. She withdrew inch by inch, sucking adoringly all the way up the stalk, paused to lave the knob with her tongue, and then drew her lips away and switched to Morgan's quivering quill.

She repeated the process, taking his prick as far back into her mouth as she could. When his knob was firmly lodged in her throat, there was still a length of tasty stalk between her lips and his balls, like a rivet that was bolting her face to his loins. The exposed shaft was steaming. Her cheeks hollowed then bulged slightly, making her look like a chipmunk with a mouthful of nuts.

She withdrew from Morgan's dick.

"Which one tastes the best?" said Bob.

"It's hard to decide," said Ruby.

"I'll bet you ten bucks, Bob, that mine's the best," said Morgan.

"You're on," said Bob.

"They both taste the same," said Ruby, "There's only one way to decide." She waited for a moment, teasing them then she said, "Whoever gives me the most spunk is the winner." She licked her lips at the prospect.

Bob and Morgan rolled their eyes toward each other.

"Done!" said Morgan and Bob nodded agreement.

Ruby gazed up at them. Their cocks thundered in her hands. She ran Bob's pecker into her mouth and then drew away, her lips pulling like a tight boot being dragged off and her nimble tongue crisscrossing back and forth on the underside of his stalk. Moving laterally she did the same to Morgan. She began alternating between them, feeding first one and then the other of the succulent wands into her mouth. The men groaned. There was a point of honor involved here; not knowing that she would choose to switch back and forth and they both sought to shoot first as a point of potency.

Fred could not bear being uninvolved any longer. Kneeling behind Ruby, he quickly exposed her back-thrust haunches and found himself confronted with her asshole. He wrapped his fist around the root of his organ and fitted the knob to her tight anal bud. He pushed against her.

Ruby wiggled. She knew what he intended but made no attempt to avoid him for, although she was faithful to her old man as far as fucking was concerned she figured that her asshole was hers to do what she wanted with. In fact, she rather liked the idea of getting buggered while she sucked the other two men off. She pushed her ass back, arching her back and allowing him an unhindered approach.

Fred pushed his dick into her asshole.

There was a momentary resistance, but then her anal bud yielded and the head of his cock slipped up her shitter. Her sphincter closed behind him, encasing his cock-head in her moist track like a Venus flytrap closing its petals around an unwary insect. Although he was no longer shoving the pork to her, her ass seemed to be dragging him in. The snug hole hugged him with a concentric caress, working up his shaft in a series of tightening rings. Fred whimpered with the feeling. Her ass hiked higher. He began to fuck into her ass with spasmodic thrusts and then, steadily, he fed his cock to her, his balls slapping against her crotch and his belly banging on her up-thrust buttocks.

Never missing a stroke, Ruby was still moving her face back and forth between Bob and Morgan.

Suddenly Bob reached dawn and grabbed her by the hair with both hands, holding her firmly before him he began to fuck into her mouth with a frenzied passion.

"Hey! No fair!" Morgan howled.

But his protest came too late.

With a cry of ecstasy, Bob blew his creamy load into Ruby's mouth and throat. The slippery spunk skimmed over the arched tongue, whitewashing her tonsils and pouring down her throat. Gulping and whimpering, the cock-crazed girl swallowed it down just in time to make room for his second spurt as it filled her mouth.

She sucked vigorously, to make sure she'd milked out every precious drop, then slid away and dipped her head down upon Morgan's neglected and rampaging dick. Her face rose and fell as if she were ducking for apples. Morgan was glaring at Bob, but then his expression changed to one of joy as his jism surged up his stalk and blasted into her mouth.

Fred was gripping Ruby by the hipbones, pulling her asshole onto his dick like a sleeve and, with a moan of bliss, he sent a powerful geyser of cum boiling into her belly.

Fred sat on the floor, looking stunned. Bob and Morgan got up from the beer crates and wobbled about. They had forgotten all about their bet.

Ruby smiled and looked from one to the other. She said, "I could sure use a drink now, to wash down all that slime."

Back at the bar, Joe Henry waited until they had ordered drinks and then he strolled over to the husbands and Ruby.

He tipped his hat and said, "Good evening, gents."

The three nodded.

"I couldn't help overhearing your conversation, earlier," said Joe.

The three men looked sheepish. "We were just horsing around," said Fred. "In that case, excuse me," said Joe. "Had you been serious, I know of three very desirable women that might have interested you."

He began to walk back to his seat.

"Hey, wait a minute, we weren't fooling about that," said Fred. "What are these girls like?"

Joe described Carol, Jennifer and Colleen. "Sounds like our wives," said Morgan. "Jesus, I hope it isn't," said Bob.

They all laughed.

"My friends and I are looking for some girls who might… put on a show for us," said Fred.

"What had you in mind?" said Joe. "You know," said Fred.

"Can't say as I do," said Joe.

"Eating each other out," said Morgan.

Hiding his excitement, Joe took his cheroot from his teeth and inspected it. These three guys were just what the girls wanted!

The errant husbands watched Joe, eagerly awaiting his reply.

"I think you're in luck, fellas," said Joe. "Because these girls will do anything."

"Great!" said Morgan. "But, what's your interest in this?"

"Tell you the truth you'll be doing me a favor," said Joe. "You see, these girls are my mistresses and, while I can keep them satisfied most of the time, now and then it gets too much for me and I need a break from fucking them."

"You poor thing," said Morgan. "It must be hell," said Fred.

"Do you have to call the girls?" said Bob. "That's not necessary," said Joe, "I keep them all in the same apartment and they never go out without me."

The three were impressed. They looked at Joe enviously.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" said Morgan.

At the apartment Carol was busy choreographing a tableau.

"Boy, will Joe and whomever he brings back get a surprise when they see this," she said.

She took the lock off the door so it wouldn't be necessary for one of them to open it and she arranged the cushions from the couch on the floor where anyone opening the door would see them right away.

Then she added the flesh to this background.

She had Colleen and Jennifer stretch out side by side on the cushions. Then she positioned herself above them, as if she were sixty-nining with a girl with two heads and two cunts.

"Let's see if it works," she said.

She dipped her head into Colleen's crotch and tongued it. She switched over and laved Jennifer's crotch. It worked. Then she lowered her pussy into Colleen's face, left it there while Colleen gave it a brief tonguing, and then switched her hips across and slapped the wet muff into Jennifer's face.

"Right," said Carol. "This will give them a shock when they open that door."

And then, while they waited, the horny women practiced that nimble cunt sucking with gusto.

Joe and the three eager husbands picked up Fred's car at his office building and they hurried off to cavort with strange, kinky women. Bob hadn't taken note of the address but when they pulled up in front of the apartment block he said, "Oh, wow! What a coincidence! Colleen used to live in this building."

Morgan said, "hell, you don't suppose you'll be recognized, do you?"

"Naw. We never met any of the neighbors. I just wonder which apartment it is. I can't remember seeing any lewd tenants here at all."

"We haven't been here long," said Joe.

They went in.

Joe led the way.

When they were at the proper door, he raised his hand to knock.

Bob said, "There's something very, very strange here, fellas…"

But, eager to get at the women, neither Fred nor Morgan paid any attention to their young companion.

Joe knocked.

"Forgot my key," he said.

A sexy female voice called out, "C'mon in, fellas. The door is open."

The three husbands and Joe walked in. The three women were sucking cunt with relish.

It was very, very strange.

Content

David Crane
Three horny wives

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN