The hassle started a week later. It began as they were eating the supper she and Kathy had cooked, and it was triggered when Tara casually mentioned that Bill Dillon and one of his friends had stopped by that afternoon.
"The guy with him had a cock this long," she said, laughing and holding her hands about a foot apart. "And the little bastard fucked like a real artist."
Jerry laughed softly, looking down at his plate. "You've been seeing a lot of this Dillon kid, haven't you?" he said softly. "I mean, this must be at last a dozen times he's been by here while I'm at work."
Tara laughed easily, her big tits jiggling slightly under her orange blouse. "Hell, who's been counting? I don't know how many fuck parties we've had together. Maybe it has been a dozen, maybe more. You're not going to start getting uptight over some kid, are you?"
"I just don't like it, that's all," Jerry said, still looking down at his plate and surprising her with the sullen look on his face. "I don't really care who you fuck, but I don't want you to get hung up on fucking one guy either – some young stud with a cock like a mule. I think you'd better break it off with him."
She stared across the table at him, her fork tapping lightly against her plate. "Hey, what is this? I thought you and I had an agreement! Do you realize that you sound just like Wayne?"
"I don't care who I sound like," he said, almost shouting, his face red. "I just don't want you doing any more fucking with that guy and that's that!"
As Kathy got up and moved noiselessly away from the table, Tara glared at Jerry and said, "I don't remember you making any restrictions like that when you suggested that we start getting it on with other people, and I don't recall you getting pissed about me fucking that guy Roger. So what is all this crap about Bill Dillon?"
"Roger wasn't some snotty-nosed kid!" Jerry snapped and, throwing his fork down, got up and left the table.
Tara let it drop for the moment. But it remained very much on her mind and she seethed with anger throughout the night, anger which had very little to do with Bill Dillon. He might be young and energetic in his fucking, but she knew she could always find another just as good. He really had very little to do with the problem. The problem was more basic than that. She and Jerry had agreed to give one another absolute sexual freedom. If she now allowed him to place even a single restriction on the limits of her fucking, then she had no freedom at all.
Once she had clearly defined the problem she felt sure she knew the solution, so in the middle of the afternoon of the next day she called Bill Dillon and asked him to come by.
"I think you're making a mistake and I think I'd rather not be here when Jerry gets home," Kathy told her, a few minutes before Bill was due to arrive. "I've got a feeling the shit may really hit the fan."
"Go ahead and leave for a while if you want to," Tara shrugged. "But I'll make you a bet. I'll bet that when you come back, I have them in bed together, fucking me like there's no tomorrow."
Bill Dillon arrived only a few minutes after Kathy had gone. He was wearing his usual tee-shirt and jeans, and his young face took on a look of wonder when he stepped through the door and saw the outfit Tara was wearing. It was one she had bought through the mail, solely to wear while fucking, and it had arrived only two days before.
The bra did not cover her tits at all. It simply framed the large, creamy mounds of flesh with black satin, holding them high and causing them to thrust forward. The straps of a matching black garter belt clung to the curves of her shapely thighs and were attached to black mesh hose that were in beautiful contrast to her naked upper thighs. Her filmy black panties were split over her cunt and asshole, and all of this was set off by high-heeled black leather boots that ended just below her knees.
"The better to fuck you with, my young stud," she told him, stepping into his outstretched arms and pressing her tits against his chest as soon as he had closed the door. She reached for his cock and found it hard. "And if you'll hurry me into the bedroom, I'll show you just how much better fucking can be."
"If it's any better than it looks, I'll get fucked to death," he joked, running his hands wildly over her tits, her ass, her cunt. "I never thought there was any way your tits could look better, but I swear they do!"
He put one hand under each of her tits and lowered his head to suck passionately at them, and bra let him linger there until, her nipples were pounding like drums, her knees were weak, and hot juices were welling up in her cunt. Then she pulled away from him and let her ass roll saucily as she led him into the bedroom.
It took the two of them working together only a few seconds to remove his clothing. When his lean young body was naked she stood for a moment with her lips against his, her big tits mashed against his chest, and her hand sliding back and forth over the length of his long, hard cock. Then she eased him down on the bed, on his back, and knelt down over him to suck his cock.
She had one knee on each side of his slim body. Her cunt and ass were poised directly over his head. As she took his balls in one hand and his heated prick in the other, she could feel his hands on the naked flesh above her hose and could almost feel his eyes admiring her scantily dressed cunt and ass. She felt his hands begin to stroke her as she touched her tongue to the head of his cock.
She began tormenting his cock with her tongue, wanting to see if he would lift his head and eat her pussy without being asked. She could still recall the day she had talked him into eating her cunt in front of his friends, and it always excited her when he lost control and began eating her pussy so excitedly that he seemed unaware of what he was doing. Those were the times he ate her cunt best.
Forming her lips into a soft oval that covered the helmet-shaped head of his cock, she moved her tongue in a slow, deliberate circle over the tasty knob of meat. Her fingers closed around the base of his cock, squeezing hard. Her tongue circled the head of his cock once more, moving in the opposite direction. She felt his hands on the cheeks of her ass, warm through the thin nylon of her panties, and could feel his breath on her cunt.
Taking her mouth from the head of his cock and holding the long shaft off to one side, she ran her tongue lightly over the corded blue vein that ran along the underside of his prick. Then she followed that vein down to the base of his cock. From there her tongue moved to the darkly haired, wrinkled sack containing his balls. She lapped at the hot flesh. Then she took that wrinkled flesh between her lips and nibbled it softly. She felt his tongue on her thighs, so very, very close to her pussy.
"Man, you'll never know how good that feels when you're licking and nipping at my balls!" he said, his face so close to her pussy that little ripples of pleasure, caused by his hot breath, went though her cunt as he spoke. "Lick down close to my asshole, like you do sometimes when you're blowing me. Like that!"
With his balls held to one side, Tara licked the bottom of the furry sack. Her head dipped even lower between his thighs, her tongue moving into the lightly haired crack between the cheeks of his ass. She continued licking downward until her tongue touched the puckered eye of his asshole, then slowly began licking and nibbling her way back toward his prick. She felt him kiss her pussy.
It was a very light caress she felt on her cunt, just his lips pressing through the slit in her panties to touch the dewy flesh that pouted from the center of her pussy hair. But it was enough to send her into a frenzy that she acted out on the long, hard shaft of his cock.
Her mouth opened wide as she gulped down on the head of it. She slid it far between her lips with a wet sound that echoed in her ears, and when she could feel its knobbed head probing at her throat, she sucked it harder than she had ever before sucked on a cock. All of it remained in her mouth until she felt the rewards of her effort.
Pressing his face heatedly against her cunt and moving it wildly from side to side, licking them from top to bottom, sneaking between them to flay her clit. His hands were holding her ass as lightly as if he feared she might escape.
She bobbed her head rapidly up and down, his long cock sliding in and out of her mouth. With her hands she held the base of his prick and eagerly milked his balls. Her ass writhed excitedly in his hands, her pussy doing a little dance above his face. Her mouth left his prick for just an instant.
"Lick my asshole! See if you can stick your tongue in my ass!" she pleaded, shifting her hips to make it easier for him to reach the place she was begging him to lick. "Put your tongue in my ass and lick it just the way you lick my pussy!"
There was no more hesitation on his part. She felt his hands spreading the slit in her panties, baring the deep cleft between the cheeks of her voluptuous ass. She felt him lick her cunt one last time, and then his head was rising high between her parted thighs. His tongue licked wetly at the crack of her ass.
As she felt the fiery wetness moving closer and closer to her eagerly tingling asshole, Tara began sucking his cock with total abandon. Her lips flew up and down its long length, tugging and sucking at it with the relish of the devoted cocksucker. They worked at his prick as if it were an item of worship, and they clung to it more avidly than ever with his tongue found and began licking her asshole.
His face was pressed tightly to the crack of her ass, his breath hot against the sleek flesh, and the tip of his tongue was lightly circling the rubbery brown spot. Then she felt that tongue stiffen and make a stab at her asshole. His hand spread her buttocks even wider. His tongue slid into her ass like a wet little cock, and she shuddered violently as she began to come.
As if triggered by her own coming or by the trembling of the lush body that hovered above him, he also began to come. His cock was deep in her mouth when the thick stream was released, but she managed to swallow it with no choking. Her lips clung to his cock until it began to shrink and grow soft, and then she turned to hold it lovingly in her hand while she pressed her magnificent body against his and kissed him on the mouth.
"That was terrific – having you tongue my ass," she said softly, her fingers moving over his cock. "Do you remember the day we met? How I let you fuck me in the ass? Well, I want you to fuck me there again. But first there's something I want to tell you."
She lay beside him with her hand on his cock and told him about her arrangement with Jerry. She told him how it began at the suggestion of her husband. She described the night she and Jerry had traded partners with Kathy and Wayne. She told him a little – but only a little – about some of the rest of the fucking she had done. The only thing she failed to mention was her husband's irrational jealousy of him.
He listened silently, with a look of disbelief on his lean young face, and finally he turned to look into her eyes. He whistled softly and gave a shake of his head.
"Jeez! Are you telling me your old man really doesn't care about you fucking other guys?" he said. "You mean he really lets you fuck other men right in front of him?"
"I'm telling you more than that. I'm saying it turns him on to see me fucking or sucking somebody else. The best fucking I ever get from him is when he's sharing me with another man. And today I want you and him to share me. I want you and my husband fucking me at the same time."
As she had expected, he sat up then, looking frightened and ready to flee. She pulled him back down on the bed, rubbing her tits against him and holding his leg between her thighs, letting him feel her pussy through the slit at the front of her panties.
"Look, Bill, I'm telling you the truth! Would I risk letting him find me and you together like this if I was lying?" she reasoned, her hand caressing his chest and his cock. "There won't be any trouble, I promise. Don't you remember how good it was the day I fucked you and your two friends? Jerry likes the same kind of action."
Some of the tension seemed to evaporate then. "Well, if you're sure," he said hesitantly, and Tara realized that he was turned on by the idea of sharing a woman. She suspected that all men were.
"I'm absolutely sure," she said, feeling his cock growing hard in her hand. "But there's something you have to do, and don't ask for any explanations. If my husband asks, your name is Walter. Okay?"
She stifled his question by kissing him passionately on the mouth, her hand moving excitingly over his cock, and in that way she kept him occupied until she heard a sound at the front door and knew that Jerry was home.
"Don't worry about a thing," she told him in a low voice, kissing the head of his cock before climbing from the bed. "I'm going to let him know you're here and arrange a real fuck party."
Jerry was already out of his jacket and loosening his tie when she stepped into the front room, and he gave a low wolf whistle when he saw the way she was dressed. He put both hands on her ass when he kissed her, and she could feel his cock swelling and growing hard. She unzipped his pants and jacked him off a few strokes.
"I see you brought the goodies home," she said, moving her tits so he could feel them through his shirt. "That means both of us are ready for some non-stop fucking. Mmmmm! I love this prick!"
Something in her voice revealed her meaning.
His face showed his excitement as he slipped his hands down the back of her panties, feeling her ass, while her grip tightened on the hard shaft of his cock. He pressed the head of his cock against her belly and looked over her shoulder toward the bedroom.
"A party? Who with? Are you going to tell me now, or do I go in and fuck first, then introduce myself?" His laugh said that he had forgotten their quarrel.
"Just a kid I picked up. Walter something-or-other. He's scared to death, so let me handle everything." Her hands were working rapidly at his clothing, and as he began helping her, she said, "God, I've been going nuts waiting for you to get home! All I could think about was you getting here and the two of you giving me a double fucking!"
"Lead the way, baby," Jerry said, and Tara did.
Bill Dillon lay where she had left him, his long cock now soft against his leg. The doubt was once again apparent on his youthful face, but it banished when he looked up and saw Jerry naked and smiling at him. Still, the smile he managed in return seemed meek and embarrassed. He watched warily as Tara climbed on the bed and reached out to touch his limber cock.
"Don't tell me you've lost your hard-on, poor thing," she said, then bent to take several inches of his cock into her mouth and suck at it, her hand going between his thighs and rubbing his balls. She sucked his cock until she felt it grow hard inside her mouth, then lifted her head and said, "That's better. Now keep it nice and hard so you can fuck me in the ass."
Having Jerry watch as Tara sucked his cock was the final assurance that Bill needed. As she moved away from him and put her hand on Jerry's hard prick, she felt his hands sliding up the back of her leg, tinder her lacy panties, and onto the cheek of her ass. She wriggled it beneath his hand as she bent over Jerry.
He was lying on his back, his cock rigidly upright and his eyes bright with excited amusement as he turned his head to watch the utter devotion with which Bill fondled Tara's scantily clad ass. He chuckled.
"Goddamned nice stuff, isn't it, sonny," he said, putting one hand on the back of Tara's head as she bent down to tongue his cock. "You damned well better make the most of it. Not every kid your age gets a shot at a good-looking cunt like Tara."
"I'll make the most of it. You can damned well bet on that," Bill told him, his confidence back now. His hands spread the slit at the rear of Tara's panties, and she felt his tongue lapping wetly at the sensitive flesh close to the crack of her ass.
She let him lap at her ass for a moment while she knelt and sucked at Jerry's hard cock. When the tongue on her ass and the cock in her mouth had combined to make her cunt so seething hot that she could bear it no longer, she pulled away from the two of them and threw one slender leg over Jerry's hips. He reached up to caress her tits as she grasped his cock and guided it toward the slit at the front of her panties. His lips drew back in pleasure, baring his teeth, as the hair of her cunt touched the head of his cock. His hips rose from the bed as her cunt enveloped it.
"Get over and behind me and fuck me in the ass! Now!" she told Bill, leaning a bit forward as Jerry's hard cock slithered up into her cunt. She could barely stand the waiting. "Ram your cock up my ass and let me feel the two of you fucking me at once!"
Jerry put his arms around her then, his lips rising and falling to drive his cock in and out of her cunt, and he held her so that the tips of her big tits grazed lightly against his chest. As she kissed him, she felt his hands grasping her ass, holding the cheeks spread wide for the cock that was about to enter her there.
She felt Bill's hands on the small of her back then, just above Jerry's, and she felt the head of his cock settling in the crack of her ass. It touched her asshole. She tried to hold her buttocks still, but that was impossible because of the forceful way Jerry was ramming his cock upward at her cunt. A twinge of pleasurable pain flashed through her body as her asshole was parted by the head of Bill's long, slender cock.
His prick was in her. She could feel it inching quickly into the tight tunnel of her asshole. She could feel the cheeks of her ass shaking around it. She could feel it going deeper, deeper.
Then it was retreating, pausing, and once again it was plunging into her asshole like a ramrod. It was fucking her with strokes that came almost as fast as those of the cock slithering in and out of her vibrating cunt. She threw her head back.
"Oh, my God! It's like I can feel your cocks bumping together inside me!" she cried. "Can you feel them? No! Don't answer! Just fuck me! Fuck me in my cunt and in my asshole!"
They fucked her as if deliberately matching the rhythm of their cock. When Jerry raised his hips and plunged his cock deep into her cunt, Bill lurched forward and rammed his prick just as deep into her asshole. When Jerry lowered his hips to let his cock retreat, she could feel Bill's long cock slowly withdrawing from her asshole. When one prick moved faster, the other did the same. They even sounded as if they were breathing in unison, and the breath seemed to rattle in their throats as they began fucking her with frantically fast stabbings of their cocks.
"Oh, Lord, what a fucking!" she groaned, feeling herself begin to come. "What two fuckings! Harder! Fuck me a little harder!"
She was suddenly pressed between their hard bodies, held to tightly she was barely able to breathe, and she felt each cock being buried to the hilt. A wet warmth flooded her asshole. The same wet warmth filled her cunt. A delicious eternity passed before they withdrew their cocks and let her roll free.
She rested between them and she almost glowed with satisfaction. As she looked at Jerry and smiled tiredly, she knew that she would now be able to prove her point. Her argument with him was won. His anger over her fucking Bill was totally without reason, and she would show that to him as soon as Bill was gone.
But that could wait until later.
For the time being she was more interested in what could be done with the two cocks she held lovingly in her hands.