It was nearly midnight when Carter arrived home, but Melinda was still up watching the late movie. She greeted her husband with a short kiss. "Where have you been?" she queried.
"What do you mean?" Carter challenged. "I told you I was going out for a few beers."
"I don't smell any on you breath," Melinda observed.
"Okay, Mrs. Sherlock Holmes, if you must know, I had an orgy with your mother and two sisters," Carter said casually. "What the hell difference does it make?"
"Oh, no, Carter!" she exclaimed. "Not again!"
"I thought you said you didn't care just as long as I gave you a chance to compete with them," Carter said.
"I did," Melinda confessed, "but I didn't know Samantha was in on it, too. Besides, I can't compete with all three of them at once."
"If you were there with them, you could," Carter suggested.
"What do you mean?" Melinda asked naively.
"I mean why don't you join us next time?"
"Do you mean you want Mom and Samantha and Cathy and me to get in bed with you all at the same time?" Melinda asked in astonishment.
"Sure, why not?"
"Carter, I love you," the young woman declared. "You know I'll do anything for you, but please don't ask me to do that. That's more than I can take."
"Have it your way," Carter said, "but I've got a good thing going. Don't expect me to give it up."
Small tears formed in Melinda's eyes and trickled down her soft cheeks. "Okay," she consented, "I'll think about it."
"I don't want you to just think about it," Carter demanded. "I want you to do it. Come on. Say you'll do it."
"Okay," Melinda whimpered. "I'll do it."
"Don't be so sad," Carter said. "You said you could out fuck 'em all. Here's your chance to prove it."
Melinda wiped her tears dry, and her face brightened with new-found confidence. "You're right," she asserted. "I can out fuck all of them, and, by God, I'm going to do it. Right now, though, I've got you all to myself, and I want you to fuck me, Carter. Do anything you want to do to me."
Melinda stood in front of Carter and smiled at him sultrily. The black lace negligee that she wore betrayed just a hint of her fine figure, and Carter fixed his eyes on the triangle of cunt hair and the two dunes of protruding flesh which were faintly visible beneath the thin material of the garment. However, Carter's tired cock could not immediately respond to the sexy female specimen before him.
"Why don't you fuck yourself, Melinda," Carter suggested, "and I'll just watch."
"If that's what you want," Melinda agreed readily. "What do you want me to do it with, my finger?"
Carter thought a moment. "No, a pop bottle," he said. He walked to a kitchen closet, found a 16-ounce Coke bottle, brought it back, and handed it to his wife.
"Here, use this," he instructed.
Carter had a seat on the couch as Melinda slipped out of her flimsy negligee and let it drop to the floor. Still standing, Melinda spread her legs, reached between her parted thighs, and began finger-fucking herself to start her cunt juices flowing. Her in-and-out movements became more rhythmic, and she closed her eyes and moaned as she held the bottle firmly in her other hand.
When her juices were gushing steadily, she pulled her finger out and inserted just the head of the bottle into her spread cunt.
"It's not as good as your warm dick, Carter," she commented, "but it's not bad."
Melinda moved the bottle in and out, gradually achieving deeper penetration until the neck of the bottle was enveloped easily by her enlarging cunt.
With each stroke she emitted a groan.
"Oh, un, un, uh, un!" she grunted.
Carter watched intently and felt his dick start to swell. It wasn't so tired after all. Melinda dropped to the floor on her naked ass and hiked her legs in the air. She fucked herself with increasing determination. Carter watched her close her eyes and shut him out of her self-induced ecstasy. She rocked back and forth on her round ass as she pounded the large part of the bottle against the lips of her ant. Gradually she spread her legs wider apart and shoved the bottle in farther.
"Oh, shit!" she cried in pain.
Melinda's expanding cunt accommodated the large part of the Coke bottle, and a new flood of juices alleviated the temporary pain. She resumed the rhythmic in-and-out motion, deepening the plunges into her desperate cunt.
"Oh, yes!" she sighed as the pain turned to pleasure. "Oh, my God, yes!"
As Melinda hunched back and forth on the floor, lost in the ecstasy of her masturbation, Carter quietly rose and undressed. His cock flopped out hard and long. Carter reached down and grasped the pop bottle, but his efforts to take it from his wife met resistance. Melinda clutched the treasured bottle tightly and held it deep inside her cunt, reluctant to surrender the pleasure producing tool.
Finally Carter jerked the bottle from his wife's pussy with a determined effort and jarred Melinda from her sexual trance. Upon seeing the hardened state of Carter's huge dick, she sighed loudly.
"Oh, Carter, fuck me," she swooned. "Ran it in deep like that bottle was!"
Carter eased himself down on top of Melinda, flattening her out on the living room carpet. He began caressing her primed body with his sure hands. He slid his hands up her sweaty legs and waist and grasped her bulging tits. Strongly, he massaged the soft, resilient flesh, and Melinda's nipples stood up erect and hard.
He slid one hand underneath himself and across her flat belly. He forced the hand on down through his wife's stiff brown fleece and between her parted legs. Melinda opened her thighs expectantly, and Carter rammed his hand into her hot pussy. He began finger-fucking her with two fingers and then three.
Melinda's cunt spread easily and Carter pushed all five fingers into the large wet hole. His knuckles beat against the lips of her cunt like a machine.
"Oh, yes!" Melinda moaned. "Now give me your dick, honey! All of it!"
Carter pulled his hand out of Melinda's cunt and positioned his dick for entry into his wife's hungry pussy. He shoved it in, and the large shaft fit her big wet pussy snugly.
"Oh, Carter!" Melinda praised. "You have such a big, hard dick! I love every inch of it!"
She bucked up viciously at her strong husband, and he thrust her back down violently against the hard floor. Her soft round ass cushioned the blows, but she cried in sweet pain. "Oh, my God, Carter, I love it!" she moaned. "I love for you to fuck me!"
"Keep on fucking!" Carter shouted as he rammed home powerful thrusts into Melinda's deep pussy.
Surges of orgasm rushed through her body as Melinda spread her legs wider and collapsed in exhaustion under the strain of Carter's hard fucking. Carter continued to pound away at his wife's gutted pussy with his own climax nowhere in sight. Melinda lay helplessly beneath him and moaned in pleasure.
"Oh, no, Carter!" she gasped. "I can't take any more! You're fucking me to death!"
"Keep on fucking!" Carter repeated.
Sweat popped out in beads all over his body as he kept up his desperate pace. A new supply of juices oiled Melinda's cunt, and she began once again to respond to the violent thrusts of her husband.
"That's the way," Carter urged. "That's my girl!"
Melinda's reserve of energy spurred her on anew. She resumed her upward bucking to meet her husband's colossal cock. "You must be a superman, honey," she praised. "I never knew anyone could fuck so long."
"It's because you turn me on so much," Carter exaggerated.
Melinda smiled broadly, not entirely believing the lie, but flattered by it nonetheless. She churned her pussy eagerly, determined to bring her husband to climax and milk every last drop of semen from him.
Finally Carter felt another load preparing itself for discharge. He accelerated his flailing thrusts, and Melinda, sensing his approaching climax, hunched him hysterically. A load of warm cum exploded into Melinda's exhausted cunt.
"Oh, Goddamn!" Carter swore in ecstatic release.
Melinda felt the warm substance enter her, and another burst of orgasm quaked through her body. She clamped her legs tightly around Carter's waist and held him inside her. Her muscular legs quivered as she held him.
"Oh, Goddamn, Carter!" she screamed. "Oh, Goddamn! Oh, yes, honey! Oh, my God, yes! I love it! I love it! I love it!"
Melinda fell back in total fatigue, and Carter rolled off her. Within minutes Carter and his satiated wife were asleep on the living room floor.