"You realize Wayne Graw's gonna break our damned heads if he finds out we've been fucking his wife, don't you?" the smallest of the three young boys said, laughing uneasily, as one of his companions, the tallest and oldest of the three, rang the doorbell of the small house. "From what I hear he can be one mean motherfucker when he gets mad."
"You think I'm going to waste a hard-on like this just because her old man gets mad, Kenny?" Bill Dillon said, still holding his finger on the doorbell but reaching down with his other hand to put the swollen cock that could be seen at the front of his jeans. "And besides, from what I hear, if her old man tried to kick the ass of every man who ever fucked Kathy, he wouldn't have time to fuck her himself. Anyhow, she invited me and my friends over for a fuck, didn't she? So who's to blame? What about you, Murphy? Is the fear of an ass-kicking going to keep you from getting some of that good cunt?"
The boy named Murphy, who was slim and blond like Kenny and who had been hanging back a bit, grinned. "I don't believe in turning down pussy, especially when it's supposed to be some of the best fucking around." But he glanced uneasily up and down the darkened street, and gave a start when he heard the door being opened.
The three boys stepped back almost as one, staling with disbelief at the woman who stood framed in the light pouring through the open door. She was by far the most beautiful sight any of them had ever seen – tall and slim, with thick auburn hair cascading down in a frame around her lovely face and onto her bare shoulders, and wearing a short nightie made of some sort of net that ended halfway down her rounded hips and clinging to every curve of her statuesque body.
"Were you looking for something I might help you with?" A teasing little smile played over her lush lips as she stood there with her hips cocked just a bit, turning slightly and allowing them a better look at her large, barely concealed tits.
"I – we were looking for Kathy Graw," Bill Dillon stammered at last, unable to tear his eyes away from the shadow that he now realized was her cunt. She was naked under that netlike garment, and the sight of her made his throat dry as he said, reluctantly, "I guess we got the wrong house."
Tara laughed then, her tits jiggling just a bit. "Kathy isn't here, but you've got the right house, okay. You wouldn't mind me taking Kathy's place at your little fuck-fest, would you?"
She laughed aloud at the look on their faces then, a look that might have been seen there had each of them been hit between the eyes with a brick, and she was still laughing when the three of them finally stepped inside, the last using his foot to kick the door shut.
"Kathy isn't the only one who enjoys a good fuck, you know," she told them then, just as bluntly as she had planned to say it when she asked Kathy to arrange this. She turned and walked to the center of the living room, actually feeling their eyes on the nakedness of her lower ass that was exposed below the bottom hem of the netlike nightie, and she said, "And you did come here expecting to fuck, didn't you?"
As if suddenly awakening from a trance, the tallest of the three, a dark-haired youngster who was obviously looked upon as a leader and whose hard cock was evident at the front of his jeans, swaggered over to her and put one hand on the curve of her waist, then eased that hand up until it was cupping her tit.
"Fucking is exactly what we came here for, baby," he said, boisterous now, playing a role in front of his friends, but his nervousness was betrayed by the slight tremble Tara could feel in the hand that now flexed over her tit. He slipped his other hand high between her naked thighs, eased it upward until it was cradling the thick bush of her cunt, and said, "If it's fucking you want, fucking is what Bill Dillon is gonna give you. A real fine fucking! I got firsts!"
This last he threw over his shoulder to his friends, who stood watching with awed expressions, and now one of them called, in a voice that cracked, "I got seconds!"
"Shit!" said the third boy, who like the youngster standing beside him had blond hair, worn long in the current style. "I guess that means old Murphy gets to fuck last! Again! As usual!"
"Nobody fucks first, nobody fucks second, nobody fucks third," Tara said softly, but with a tone in her voice that made her words seem to ring loud in the room. She closed her thighs to momentarily grasp the hand that was caressing her pussy, then whirled away from Bill Dillon and said, "I can handle all three of your cocks at once. Think the three of you have enough to handle me?"
"I got all the cock you can handle, and maybe a little bit more," the boy named Kenny bragged, now full of bravado, arid with quick movements of his hands he tugged out a cock that, while not the longest Tara had ever seen, was among the thickest.
"Do you think you could suck all that?"
Tara looked directly into his eyes as she stepped close to him, kissed him quickly and lightly on the lips, and put her hand on the thick, hard shaft of his prick.
"Honey, I'll suck it until your asshole turns inside out," she promised him, stroking his prick with her fingers. "Since you were first to ask, you're the first one I blow. Now bring that hard tool on in the bedroom. If I have to wait any longer for some cock from you three, I swear I'll end up on the floor, fucking myself with my fingers."
Her legs were trembling and her beautifully curved ass rolling enticingly as she turned and led the way into the tiny bedroom, where she had left a single lamp burning on a table beside the bed. Its light made even more arousing the youthful bodies of the three boys as they began to shed the almost identical tee-shirts, jackets and jeans that they wore like uniforms. Tara watched from the bed.
She watched, leaning back against the headboard of the bed, with one knee lifted so that the already revealing nightie slid back on her smooth thigh and revealed her naked ass and cunt and she grew hotter and hotter at the sight of their virile young bodies, bodies so smoothly muscled that they might be classic Greek statues come to life. They represented to her all the fucking she should have enjoyed – but had never had – before her marriage, and so eager was she for that fucking that she felt dizzy as she reached out to grasp the cock of Kenny, the first to reach her side.
"You wanted your cock sucked, little darling, so let's see how this peter tastes," she told him, her fingers closing around the hard gristle of his prick and holding it lightly as she rolled to her side and prepared to tongue the head of it. She felt him grow tense as she swirled her tongue over the helmet-shaped tip of his cock, and she took that head between her lips and sucked hard on it before smiling up at him and saying, "It tastes sweet and young, like I knew it would – and do these taste the same?"
She moved about on the bed then, leaning out to take the cock of Bill Dillon – a cock longer and thinner than the one she had just released – deep into her throat; and, releasing that with a chuckle that came from deep within her, to suck for a moment at the short but thick prick of the boy named Murphy. Then she fell back on the bed and gave her judgment.
"They're all three good-tasting cocks," she said. "Now let's see how well they fuck."
All Dillon was first on the bed, his hard cock bouncing as he knelt between her long, widespread legs and grabbed the lower hem of her netlike nightie, pushing it upward until it was bunched under her armpits. His dark hair had fallen across his forehead and his dark, deep-set eyes looked feverish.
"You'll see how well I fuck, sure enough!" he said, wetting his lips with his tongue as he stared down at her naked loveliness. "But I want to see those tits! My God – they're the biggest pair of jugs I've ever seen, but they don't even sag! Not a fucking bit!"
Tara, lifting her legs just a bit and rubbing her soft inner thighs provocatively against his legs as she put her hands against the sides of her tits and mashed them together, said, "Don't tell me you get off just by looking? Wouldn't you like to suck them?"
The boy needed no further invitation. He threw himself down over her lush body, his hands grasping eagerly at her tits and pushing her own hands aside, and his lips immediately found one puckered nipple and began sucking it eagerly. After a moment his lips moved to her other tit, and Tara, lifting her ass and grinding her hot, moist pussy against the hard maleness of his body, reached out to draw the other boys closer.
Kenny was kneeling on her right, Murphy on her left, and both, though their pricks were hard as steel, were waiting uncertainly. Tara ridded them of their uncertainty by taking one of their pricks in each hand and letting her fists churn up and down each hot, hard stalk. After a moment she released Kenny's prick and put that hand on the back of Bill Dillon's head, urging him to move lower.
"Put your head between my legs and you'll find something even tastier to suck," she told him when, lifting his head from the tit he had been sucking, he gave her an inquiring look. "Go ahead! Go on down there and eat my pussy! All men eat pussy. Or didn't you know?"
Still clinging with his hands to the creamy domes of her large tits, and first glancing up somewhat uneasily at his two friends, he slid lower on the bed, kissing her flat belly when he reached it and stopping when his head was between her thighs, his breath hot on her pussy. Tara reached down and drew his face against her cunt.
"Go ahead and eat it. You'll love the taste of pussy," she told him, bending one knee over his shoulder as she felt the first light, tentative touch of his lips on her pussy. "All men like the taste of pussy. Mmm! Yes! I see you're liking it, too!"
His hands left her tits, quickly moving down to hold and lift her ass, as his tongue found its way between the lips of her pussy, and Tara squirmed with delight as she felt the wondrous thrill caused by his licking. It was a moment before she was able to regain her senses and turn her attentions to the two young cocks that waited above her.
Raising herself up slightly and putting one arm around each of the boys, she tugged their hips inward until the heads of their hard pricks were almost touching above her face. Her tongue darted out and licked fleetingly over the underside and then the head of one prick, then the other.
The fiery lapping of her tongue across his prick caused Kenny to turn his hips in excitement, his hands grasping the back of her head and his thick cock driving straight at her mouth. She opened her lips wide to accept it, and she felt herself coming as he held her there and fucked her in the mouth.
The thick shaft of his prick slipped in and out of her mouth with a rhythm that matched almost exactly that of the tongue she could feel darting in and out of her cunt – and she allowed Kenny to continue the plunging of his cock until she heard Murphy begin to protest, and then she withdrew her lips in a slow, sucking retreat.
"I haven't forgotten this cock, not by any means," she said, just before her lips closed softly around the head of it and slid in a loving circle down the shaft of it. She took all of it into her mouth and held it there for a moment before slowly easing her lips back to encircle its head.
By grasping his hips as she did while working her head back and forth, Tara was able to work the entire length of his prick in and out of her mouth, and she did this until a shaking in his hips warned her he was about to come. Then she turned her head to return to the sucking of Kenny's cock.
"Lady, you sure give terrific head! You sure are an expert at the fine art of sucking cock!" He was holding his prick for her, and as she eagerly gulped at its thick shaft, she felt his fingers move over it, jacking it off just a bit, and heard him command, "Keep your mouth on it while I come! Swallow my come!"
Tara was doing just that as he barked the order, greedily gulping at the thick gravy that spurted from his prick, filled her mouth, and slid warmly down her throat. Only when she was sure it was exhausted did she release his cock and turn her head to meet the prick that Murphy was driving into her.
Perhaps it was because he was unbearably excited by seeing and hearing her suck the come from the cock of his friend, or perhaps it was simply because of his youth, but Murphy began to come even before his prick was in her mouth, the silvery stream jetting out to spatter warmly against the side of her face. Then she had his warm meat in her mouth and was capturing his subsequent spurts, feeling, even as she swallowed the hot juices, Bill Dillon lifting his face from her cunt.
"I need some fucking I've never in my life had such a hard dick!" he said, his lips, wet with the juices from her cunt, leaving a dewy trail as he kissed his way back over her body, across her tits, toward her lips. "I swear to Christ, my cock feels like it's ready to bust wide open!"
Tara could feel it probing at the lips of her pussy – hard as a steel rod – and she teased him by rolling her hips a bit and keeping her cunt just beyond his reach.
"What you need is a good piece of ass," she said into his ear, putting her arms around his back and crushing him against her soft tits as Kenny and Murphy, their needs momentarily filled, moved away.
"That's what I said," he howled, his cock still seeking her suddenly elusive cunt.
"No, you didn't. You were talking about pussy. You just got offered a piece of ass."
"You're saying you want me to fuck you in the ass?"
She laughed at the disbelieving, look on his face.
"Does a porno starlet suck cocks?"
"Roll over," he said, and moved away so she could do just that.
Tara lay with the side of her face pressed to the sheet, almost prone but with her ass slightly lifted and ready, and she shivered with anticipation as he moved between her legs, his hand sliding over her sleek buttock. She reached back to grip and part the cheeks of her ass, her hands brushing Kenny who lay on his back on her left and Murphy who lay on her right, and she lightly bit her lower lip as she waited for his cock to find her asshole.
Her eyes closed as his hand brushed hers, his fingertip exploring the puckered, rubbery entrance to her ass, and she took and held a deep breath as his linger moved away and was replaced by the head of his prick. His hand went under her, holding her cunt and lifting her ass a little higher, and she exhaled loudly as she felt his cock pressing hard against her asshole.
Her asshole parted as his cock slid in with a flash of pain that was every bit as pleasurable as she had expected it to be, and Tara searched blindly with her hands until the fingers of each found and grasped a young, hotly moist prick that was regaining its hardness. The long, thin hard prick made a deeper stab into her asshole.
"Damn! That son of a bitch is tight! Tight and good!" With the weight of his body pressing her cunt deliciously against the rocking bed, Bill reached around end under to grasp one of her naked tits, holding it almost brutally tight as his long cock moved faster and faster through her tightly clinging asshole. He forced the full length of it inside her and held it there for a long moment as he gasped, "I don't think I've ever felt anything so good around my cock!"
Tara, her ass writhing slowly, its innermost depths burning delightfully, felt herself coming as she cried, "And I've certainly never felt anything like it in my ass! Fuck me, damn you! Fuck me long, fuck me fast, fuck me deep!"
Her fists moved frantically up and down the rigid cocks they grasped, clutching the hard shafts as if she intended never to let them go, and she was dimly aware, as she felt the long cock begin moving swiftly and steadily through the tight tunnel of her asshole, that Kenny and Murphy were panting loudly and pumping their hips, their cocks moving to meet the fists with which she jacked them off.
"Do that again with your ass! Do it again!" Bill cried heatedly against the back of her neck, his voice high and frantic, as she clenched her buttock muscles in a way that caused her asshole to flex around his prick. "It's like having a million fingers playing with my prick! It's…"
Hot come filled her asshole, its hydraulic action pushing his cock free, and Tara, whimpering softly, began once more to come.
Her hands continued to move and on first one fist and then the other she felt the liquid warmth of come that rose and flowed back down over her fingers and mists. As Bill moved away, she took her hands from the cocks of the two boys, rolling onto her back with come leaking from her asshole and puddling warmly under her rump, and she smiled as she licked the come from her fingers.
"What a fuck party!" she laughed. "Is anybody here sorry Kathy couldn't make it?"
All three boys shook their heads, and Tara closed her eyes with a sigh of contentment. She had been fucked exactly as she dreamed of being fucked when she and Kathy had their little talk and made the arrangements for this night, and now she wondered if Kathy was finding the fulfillment of her own dream equally enjoyable.
Tara certainly hoped so.