"My God," Carl Morgan groaned, pulling himself out of Marcia's little pussy and scrambling up off the bed. "She's fainted."
Marcia watched dumbly as Carl grabbed at his wife and pulled her onto the bed. The older man's hard prick swung wildly back and forth as he made Ellen comfortable. The young girl wished that cock was still in her, pumping away at her.
"Christ, Ellen, are you okay?" Carl said into the unconscious face of his pretty wife.
"She'll be okay," Marcia said, "she just passed out, that's all."
The young girl bent over the older woman and smelled booze on her breath.
"Do you have any smelling salts?" she asked.
"Uh – no."
"Okay, let's loosen her clothing."
She watched as Carl's strong hands went at the woman's blouse, undoing all the buttons. Marcia found herself looking with great interest at the little titties which pressed through the sheer fabric of the woman's bra. She suddenly realized she was thinking of what those tithes looked like stark naked, how they would feel to the touch, how the nipples would taste.
"We should take all her clothes off," the young girl said quickly.
"Why?"
"Uh, that's what you do when somebody faints," she lied.
Carl thought about it for a moment, then quickly lifted his thin wife up and unhooked her bra. Marcia watched as her tits came into view, smiling inwardly, then quickly unhooked the older woman's pants. As she pulled the pants and panties off, she stifled a sigh of appreciation at the sight of the thick patch of red pubic hair. She longed to push her tongue into that soft mound of flesh and hair.
"She's a beautiful woman," she said to the handsome older man.
"Yes, she really is."
"I can't believe she doesn't like sex, with a body like that. She looks like she's just built for it!"
A strange light issued from Carl Morgan's steel-blue eyes. He was staring at his wife's cunt, the cunt which he probably had not been in for some time.
"I bet she loves it when you eat her out," Marcia said, watching the man.
"I never do that to her."
Carl put his hand dawn on his wife's hairy mound. He gently caressed it, almost in a friendly way, almost not in a sexual way.
"Why don't you?"
"I've tried to a couple of times, but there was no way she would let me."
"You're kidding?"
The strong, hairy man pushed his wife's trim thighs apart with his elbows and stared down into the pink meat of her little cunt gash. He did nothing but look for some time, then brought a finger up to her cunt and slowly slipped it between the moist lips.
"I bet she could really get to like sex if she would just loosen up and let somebody go down on her," Marcia said.
"You think so?"
"Sure. You'd have to get her when she was drunk or something and couldn't put up a struggle. Then you could get your face down in between her thighs and tougue-fuck the shit out of her! I'm sure she'd get to like it."
The older man pondered that for a moment, then quickly lowered his face down between his wife's splayed thighs. He shoved his nose up against her pussy hair, then flicked his tongue out. It shot deeply into her and Marcia moaned at the thought of how wonderful a tongue in her own cunt felt.
Carl continued to probe his wife's soft flesh with his tongue, lazily pushing it into her little cunt-hole and around the lips, moaning as he lapped up the juices which began to bead up on her tiny cunt.
"I bet she tastes wonderful," Marcia panted, wishing she could take a turn at eating the lovely older woman.
"God, yes!"
Marcia watched the man for a while longer, then, when she could stand it no longer, lay down next to the woman. She pressed her own full body up against the more slender one of the Morgan woman and, bending her head, caught one of the large nipples of the woman's little titties in her mouth. It tasted wonderful, salty and sexy. She wondered what Carl would say to the act of lesbianism which was occurring before his very eyes, but decided she didn't care. She just had to play with this lovely older woman's body!
From down a corridor of darkness, Ellen Morgan felt herself begin to awaken. Something strange was happening to her, something she had never before experienced. She felt a certain hot warmth beneath her legs and a strange flicker of heat pushed in and out of her pussy. She moaned and instinctively spread her thighs further apart so the soft ecstasy could get at her more easily.
Her tits felt strange, too. A pair of hands and a mouth were at them, licking and sucking, stroking and caressing. Her eyes flickered open and she looked over to see that young tramp, Marcia, the girl from the orphanage, playing with her little titties! Ellen was astounded for a moment, then felt a hot anger build up within her. What right did this girl have to do such perverted things to her?
"Wh-what, what are you…"
Her voice trailed off to nothingness. She closed her eyes and tried to think of what she could do to make this hot little bitch of a girl leave her alone. The more she thought of it, though, the more she realized that she was actually enjoying what was happening to her.
She opened her eyes again and looked down to see what was causing the marvelous sensations in her pussy. She saw her husband's head down there, his tongue shooting into her cunthole and against her wet pussy-lips.
"Carl, please," she moaned, "stop it, Carl."
He looked up at her and smiled almost insanely, but said nothing, and pushed his mouth back against her cunt. Ellen couldn't believe what was happening to her. She was actually being raped by her own husband and a girl young enough to be her daughter!
"Please, stop," she pleaded, "this is sick."
Carl's tongue was rubbing against her clitoris. She hated the feeling of ecstasy which shot through her body, hated feeling like a whore like a hooker. But still, still, the feelings in her were amazingly nice – every nerve in her body felt as if it was jumping and dancing in a wild tango of joy.
She closed her eyes again and tried to relax her muscles. She realized these two perverts were not going to stop the disgusting things they were doing to her, and if she forcibly tried to make them stop, they might actually hurt her.
The tongue in her pussy and the hands at her tits was all too much for the woman to bear. She felt an orgasm building up within her, felt a warm sensation which she had never before experienced. Sex had never been good for her. It had always consisted of Carl crawling on top of her and sticking his cock in her until he came, and he always came long before she began to enjoy it. The few times he had tried to do anything else with her – like he was doing now, eating her out – she had stupidly called him a degenerate and a pervert and had refused to let him.
She realized now the mistake she had made. The sensations were indescribable to her. It was totally unlike anything she had ever imagined.
"God, Carl, please, ohhhhhhhhh. Carl, just keep doing that to me, darling. Keep your tongue in me! Christ, I can't believe it!"
She screamed aloud as the explosion scared through bet pussy and up into her entire body. She humped and bucked on the bed as she came, pushing her cunt again and again into her husband's face. She grabbed at one of Marcia's hands and gripped it tightly as she came and came again.
"God, my God, it's so good, so good, you two, my, ohhhhhh, so fucking good!"
When the feeling in her cunt subsided she lay limp on the bed and looked at the two who had given her such a wonderful orgasm. She tried to be angry at them, but found that she could not. She looked at the young girl who smiled down at her. This was the young girl who had started an orgy in her house, who had helped to initiate her two young children to sex. She had hated this girl only a couple hours earlier. But now she found that she could not hate her.
"Would you eat my pussy this time, Marcia?" Ellen said in a little girl's voice.
"I'd love to, Mrs. Morgan," the dark haired girl replied.
"Call me Ellen, dear."
"I'd love to, Ellen," Marcia said with a giggle.
Ellen watched as Carl moved out from between her thighs and slid up beside her so he could kiss her. His tongue darted between her lips and for the first time in her life she actually enjoyed the feeling of being kissed. She had always faked it before, but in her stomach she had been grossed out by having a tongue in her mouth. But now she captured her husband's tongue between her lips and gently nibbled on it with her teeth.
The taste and smell of her pussy assailed her senses and she was surprised to find how much she enjoyed it. She found herself wondering what another girl smelled and tasted like and how it would be to eat another woman out.
"Having fun?" Carl asked.
"Am I ever!" she said.
"Are you mad at me?"
"God no? When I came just now, Christ, it was unbelievable? It was the best feeling in the world, lover. How could I be mad at you Marcia after you made me feel so good?"
Marcia's little mouth, was down on Ellen's pussy now. The older woman looked down and watched as the young girl flicked her tongue into the pussy which lay open, before her. Ellen writhed and moaned on the bed, bumping her cunt into Marcia's face.
"Mmmm, honey, eat that little pussy-hole," she moaned.
Marcia was beside the older woman on the bed so that her round hips were up by Ellen's head. Ellen looked excitedly at the trim triangle of pubic hair which seemed to beg to be kissed. She glanced over at her husband, who was casually playing with her tits. She wondered what Carl would think when he saw his formally prudish wife lapping away at Marcia's young cunt. Not caring what Carl thought, Ellen grasped the young ski's thighs and quickly pushed them apart.
"Oooooohhh, Marcia, your little pussy is so beautiful!"
Marcia giggled and said. "Why don't you kiss it for me, Ellen?"
"That is an excellent idea!"
Ellen pursed her lips and pushed her mouth against the yawning cunt. The girl's taste and smell were unbelievably good. She wanted to keep her mouth on this girl's pussy forever!
The older woman mad the young girl rolled together on the bed in a sixty-nine. Ellen's tongue pried at the shiny cunt-lips until they lay open, completely pushed back, with the soft pink insides exposed. The little cunt was so slick and warm beneath her tongue. She smacked her lips and swallowed the juices.
Marcia's own tongue was probing lazily away at Ellen's cunt. The older woman felt the young girl's rough tongue slap against her clitoris. She humped up into the girl's face and let the sensations shoot through her body.
Ellen fell back on the bed as Marcia's tongue continued to attack her clitoris. There was no way she could concentrate on eating the young girl out when such marvelous things were happening in her own pussy.
"Marcia, yes, eat that pussy, doll. Ooohhhh, eat my little cunt, honey!"
Carl was sitting up on the bed watching the provocative affair which was unfolding before his eyes. His wife's eyes were closed as if she were concentrating mightily. Her face was red with the hot blood of lust, and her entire body shook and spasmed like a fish out of water. Carl felt his prick getting stiff again.
"Marcia, yes, eat me, eat me, baby. Kiss my pussy till I cum and cum!"
Carl grabbed his wife's hand and pulled it over to his cock. When the woman realized what it was she had in her hand she gripped his prick tightly and began stroking her circle of fingers up and down it, delighting in the feel of it. She opened her eyes and looked over at the prick which thrust so handsomely into the air, then looked down at the young girl who munched at her cunt. Then she glanced up at the doorway of the bedroom when she heard a noise there and saw her two children, both totally naked, stating at her and grinning wildly.
Before thinking about what she was saying, Ellen called out: "Hi, kids! Want to come and play with us?"