Marge could no longer contain herself. She rolled back onto the sofa, her laughter spilling freely, her hand holding onto Jenny's knee for support. "God, Jenny, when you decide to open up, you don't let anything stand in your way… I'll say that for you!"
"You should talk!" she squealed, heron face twisted in a girlish grin. "At least I didn't spend the weekend bowing to a whip!"
"It goes back to our childhood's, Jenny. You always insisted on Andy Hardy, and I couldn't get enough of Bluebeard!"
This brought on another round of gasping laughter as the girls joked and teased, buoyed by their newfound freedom. The weekend had left both of them glowing with a confidence brought on by the rediscovery of their own potent sexuality.
"Ooohh! Jenny, I'm proud of you," Marge said, her breath finally returning. "You did it! And I'll tell you… you've still got more guts than I do – you did it right here in the house!"
"Oh shit, Marge. Here… there… it's all the same. I'm proud of both of us for just getting up and doing it! And I'll tell you – by the time I get through with Tom's welcome home tonight he won't be able to even think of another woman!"
"Aaaaaaaaaamen!"
The girls raised their coffee cups in mock toast. No sooner had the mugs come together in a dull, thudding clunk, than the room was filled with the delicate sound of chiming bells.
"You think it's a heavenly omen?" Marge giggled.
"NO!" Jenny replied. "I think it's the doorbell." Jenny skipped to the door and peered through the tiny peep-hole. "Oh God, Marge it's Benjamin Stiller!"
"Oh that's perfect! Here we are discussing sex, and up walks the salesman's answer to Casanova! I'm telling you, it is an omen!"
Suddenly Jenny was bubbling with excitement. "MARGE! Why don't we have a little fun! I've always wondered…"
"Hold on, Jenny… it's too close to home for me!"
"oooooohh Bullshit! You opened things up for me, now it's my turn to open things up for you! ARISE, MARGE SOMMERS! Prepare to meet the enemy on the home front!"
Jenny's enthusiasm was too infectious, and Marge could not resist. "Okay! I hope he's ready for what's coming!"
"Great! Look – run upstairs and dig up something sexy… it looks silly with me in a nightie, and you in your traveling clothes. Find something that will drive him crazy… okay?"
"Have no fear, m'dear… I promise you, after I make my entrance he'll be helpless." Marge gave Jenny's hand a playful squeeze, and disappeared up the stairs.
Jenny quickly ran to the door and opened it. "Why Mr. Stiller! How are you?"
Benjamin Stiller stood for a moment, carefully studying the lines of her scantily clad body in the doorway.
Ben was a well-built, pleasant-looking man, with curling brown hair and a mustache. He had once been loud that he looked like Errol Flynn, and had since cultivated the image. The resemblance was fractional, but enough to earn him a certain amount of sexual consideration by his more frustrated female clients.
"Mr. Stiller."
"Ben!"
"Ben… why don't you come in? I think I may be needing some of your stuff today."
"Good! Always glad to lighten the load of the American housewife!" He strode confidently into the living room, and proceeded to seat himself on the couch, his display case spread before him on the coffee table. "Anything particular you're looking for?"
"No," she said, seating herself next to him on the sofa. "Nothing specific… What have you got?"
"Anything you could want in the way of household gadgets… lotions… cosmetics… you name it!"
"What do you have that's new? I'm in the mood for something different."
"Well… I've got a new herbal body cream," he chirped, reaching into his case and withdrawing a large plastic bottle. "Here, smell it."
"Mmmmmm! It's heavenly… may I try some?"
"Go ahead."
Ben watched as Jenny spread tile cream gently over her arm, rubbing it into her skin. His eyes wandered over her body, studying the gentle curves that peeked so provocatively through the diaphanous material of her nightie.
"Oh, it's lovely," Jenny purred. "I want to see how it feels on my body. Put some on my back, would you?" She turned around, raising the nightie, and exposing the flesh of her naked back to his hungry eyes.
He filled his palms with the rich liquid and began rubbing it uncertainly across her body, watching as her skin absorbed the soothing oil. His cock twitched desperately in his pants, straining against the taut fabric as his hands tingled with the touch of her tanned flesh.
Encouraged by Jenny's soft rocking and gentle sighs, he began working his hands around her sides, creeping in slow, inching steps toward her milky, swaying tits. But he was cut off abruptly by the sound of footsteps. Convinced it was her husband, he removed his hands with lightning speed, placing them in his lap to cover the prominent swell of his cock.
His fear turned to relief at the sight of Marge's feminine form, and then to bold amazement as the reality of her appearance dawned on his struggling consciousness. She was standing, her arm cocked on the banister, and clad only in a short towel that reached just above her nipples and barely below her crotch.
"Hello, Mr. Stiller."
"Ben…" he squeaked, his voice quivering.
Even Jenny had to stare. She took in the startling presence of Marge's luscious body, and tried to imagine the effect it was having on Ben. And suddenly she was filled with an aching desire to share this seduction with Marge, the two of them, dizzy with the power of their sexuality, propelled by their boldness, molding his desires like two master sculptors would mold a lump of clay.
"Marge, I'm glad you came down… Ben was just showing me some fantastic cream. Here, smell."
Marge walked over and stood next to Ben. She bent down to smell the fragrance still clinging to Jenny's hand, and so doing, allowed the towel to raise up behind her, exposing the rounded swell of her ass to Ben's thirsting eyes.
"My God, that's beautiful," she sighed. "How does it feel?"
"Try it."
"Okay!" Marge reached down and spread the lotion on her hands. Then she raised her inside leg up and placed it on the couch next to Ben. He gasped as the towel separated to give him an unobstructed view of her moist cunt, a thin gleam of juice trickling between the hair-lined lips of her flowering pussy.
She began rubbing the cream across her thigh, her body shivering in delight. "Oh damn, it's wonderful! Ben, would you be an angel and put some on my other leg?"
Jenny poured the liquid into his trembling hands and practically pushed him towards Marge's firmly posted thigh. He finally drew up to the column of flesh, his face even closer to the hairy bush of her twat, its aroma reaching out to scramble any semblance of thought in his mind.
Slowly he began rubbing his oiled hands up and down the tapered perfection of her thigh, his hand climbing higher with each stroke. Ben's breath grew rough and halting as his hands traced the rising spread of her leg, separating upward until his hand could feel the grazing touch of her pubic hair.
Marge was shivering in a limbo of pure sensual delight. The icy coolness of the oil was the perfect counterpoint of her burning flesh. She could feel the tiny streams of juice tickling down the soft inside of her thigh, only to be swept up in his stroking hands and held only a hair's breadth from the boiling chamber of her, cunt.
"Jenny, give me some more. This is too heavenly for words!"
Jenny poured the lotion into Marge's cupped hands, and then gasped in stunned response as Marge pulled the towel from her body and began rubbing the moist cream over her gently heaving tits and belly.
Ben's attention was captured by the falling towel, and his eyes slowly trailed upward, following her hands as they climbed her stomach and rose to trace the upward swell of her huge orbs. He could see her head cocked back, her eyes tightly shut, and her mouth open as her hands laid a glinting carpet of oil across her bobbing tits.
Jenny almost felt sorry for him. His cock throbbed painfully beneath his tight pants. The heavy drops of his gushing pre-cum had soaked their way clear through his shorts to dot the front of his trousers with dark patches of moisture.
Jenny leaned over and began working at the metallic zipper of his fly, as much from desire as pity. "It's not fair of us to use all of your lotion and not let you feel how nice it is too."
Jenny worked the zipper down, and spreading the folds of his pants, reached into his shorts to remove the mass of his surging prick. She tingled at the first electric contact of his hot cock-flesh, and thrilled as it sprang from the tight prison of his clothing like a jack-in-the-box.
Quickly she spread a helping of the lotion on her hands, and began rubbing it up and down his iron-hard rod. He jolted as the frosty liquid touched the hot, glowing flesh of his tube, but he soon succumbed, moaning in tempo with the hand that glided up and down his aching cock.
"See, Ben?" Jenny's voice whispered into his ear like the purring of a kitchen. "You should try your own products sometime. Isn't this cream nice? Doesn't it feel good?"
"Oooommmmmmm! Yes… yes, it's nice. Oh God it's nice! Soooooooooooo nice!"
By now his manipulations had been totally forgotten. He was trapped in the divine grasp of her oily hand traveling the length of his massive organ. His face pressed against the warm pillar of Marge's thigh, his fingers digging into the white flesh, holding her like a drowning man would a piece of driftwood.
Marge was oblivious to the stopping of his movements. She was still too lost in the bliss of her own greased hands rubbing and caressing her own boobs. Her fingers were gliding effortlessly over the spherical mounds in slow circling sweeps that raked divinely across her quivering nipples.
But now, suddenly, her eye was captured by the sight of something in his sample case. It was a square, cloth-covered case, about the size of a cigar box. Marge had seen it many times before, but Ben had always refused to reveal its contents. Marge and Jenny had done much theorizing as to what it contained, and now her curiosity proved even greater than the urgings of her body. She had to know what was in it.
Carefully she pushed him back on the couch, and freed herself from his passionate grasp. "I'm going to look in your case, and see what else you might have that I need. You don't mind do you?"
He was unable to speak. Jenny's hand was squeezing the flared tip of his cock, her gassy fingers skating in gentle strokes across the raw, sensitive cap of his ruddy meat.
Marge dropped to her knees and opened the cloth-bound box, her mouth dropping in delighted amazement as she removed one of the several white cylinders it contained. "Oh my God! It's a vibrator!" she blurted, turning to show the elegantly tapered, cock-like object to Jenny.
Jenny giggled lewdly. "Why Mr. Stiller!" she cried, her hand closing even tighter on the huge barrel of his cock. "What are you doing with that?"
But be was too far gone to even answer. His eyes stared blankly through his half-closed lids, his head swimming with the delight of Jenny's pistoning fingers.
Marge flicked the tiny switch at the base, and placed the vibrating plastic against her nipple. A flash of thrilling pleasure shot through her as the tiny motor quivered against her nerve-laden bud.
"How is it, Marge?"
"Not bad," she gasped, "but I think it would be better if I was just a little mire tender…" She quickly got up and kneeled next to Ben on the sofa, her tit was poised inches from his sweating face. "Ben… could I bother you fix a favor? I think I might want to buy this little toy, but I need to try it out… and I'm just not tender enough yet."
No more needed to be said. With only a grunt for an answer, Ben lunged at the perfect, globular tit so temptingly swaying before his face. His hands ante up to cup the dangling flesh, guiding it into his hot, craving mouth.
His lips locked in on the crinkled areola, his mouth nicking in the firm, erect nipple and rolling it frantically with his tongue. On and on he licked, the full flesh of her ample tit bulging out around his face, while he tried desperately to suck the end right off her tit.
"That should do it," she groaned. "Now… let's try it again!"
Marge returned the rapidly vibrating device to the raw, swollen spikes of her nipples. The blissful charge soared through her like cold air on an exposed nerve. Her body doubled over, and her muscles turned to water as she cried out in joyful agony.
"Ooooohhhhh! My God! Oh God… it's… so… so… oooooohhhh!"
Her body arched stiffly, fighting back against the burning bliss of the thin vibrating tool. For Marge, the game was over. Quickly she pushed Ben down on the couch and straddled his face, pressing the drenched, flowery folds of her cunt into his willing, hungry face.
"Ooooooohhhh God!" she cried as she pressed the vibrator again to her swelling tit, her fingers tearing at her other tit, preparing it for yet another onslaught. "Eat me… I want your tongue spearing me while I press my fucking tits! Eat me! EAT ME!"
He did not have to be begged. He buried his face in the soft muff of her cunt, his tongue knifing past the petal-like folds of her lips to rocket into her lusting hole. The hot juices of her cunt poured out, streaming down his cheeks as his mouth tore into her pink flesh like a glutton at a free meal.
Jenny too was responding only to the blaring heartbeat of her surging passion. She took full advantage of his position to pull the pants from his body. Quickly she grabbed one of the other vibrator from the cloth box, and coated it with a full helping of lotion.
She then crawled between his legs. She pushed them apart and up, exposing the tight, red ring of his asshole. She then began smearing the tool around the crinkled little hole, working it gradually past the firmly clamped muscle, and into the clasping chute of his rectum.
Ben squirmed in delight as the blunt cold plastic climbed the dark channel of his bowels. His hips began churning in firm strokes as she began moving the object in and out of his clutching ass.
Each thrust of Jenny's hand only brought another naming drive from his furiously rutting tongue. And now Jenny's lips closed firmly around the red, glowing cap of his prick. She began sucking brutally on his cock, her tongue matching his in ferocity as she attacked the raw, sensitive flesh of his cum-stick.
He was being driven crazy. With each long swallow of his meat, Jenny would withdraw the inactive plastic tube from his anus, twirling it as she buried her face into his curling crotch. Then she would raise her head again, sucking the full length of his cock, and driving the cylinder back into the hot tunnel of his ass.
He in turn channeled the frenzy of his screaming loins into Marge's dripping box. He speared his tongue brutally into her quivering hole, dragging out and up, pressing the hard bone of her pelvis, until he could chew the tiny cherry of her clit.
Margo drove her hips into his face, smothering him as he tore and chewed her quivering bud. Her hands stabbed the quivering shaft of the vibrator into her tit in suicidal ecstasy, first one nipple, then the other, charging each one with the fiery bliss of the whirring tool until she finally burst.
"God… I'm…cooommmiiinnnggg!"
Her body slammed onto the arm of the couch as giant convulsions racked her twisting torso. The vast explosion of her nerves screamed in her head like a million amplified voices. And yet his tongue would not abate. He lapped furiously, draining her of every drop of pleasure before her helpless body slumped to the floor, and freed him of his human mask.
But his turn was coming. The fierce actions of Jenny's sucking mouth and reaming hand were taking their toll. His body heaved freely now, ramming his cock deeper and deeper into the burning oven of her throat.
And now Jenny prepared her final move. She pulled out the vibrator, and shoved her face viciously down the shaft of his cock. Then, holding her head in place, she jammed the plastic tube up his ass, and hit the switch at the same time.
She held a moment, waiting as the whirring tool came to life. It rumbled in his belly, churning his entire groin. He screamed out in ecstasy as the sperm seemed to swirl in his rioting balls.
"Ooohhh Gggoddd! Yyeeeeess!"
And then she played her final card. In one slow, consuming move, she rose the length of his cock, and locked around his pulsing tip, sucking for all she was worth.
It worked.
"Ooooohhhhh Jeeeesssuuussss!"
His scalding sperm exploded into her waiting mouth like white tar shot from a cannon. It hung in long threads from the cavernous opening of her throat as she swallowed slowly, savoring the full, salty tang of his cum.
And still she kept sucking. Not until the final weak spurts had dribbled out onto her tongue did she release him from the perfect joy of her mouth. She finally rose up and collapsed against the arm of the couch, her mouth swilling the last drops of jizz like some vintage wine.
For a long time the three bodies just lay there, lost in the afterglow of their union. It was with great reluctance that Ben finally rose and dressed. Carefully he gathered his bag together, and staggered toward the door.
"Wait, Ben!" Jenny called. "You forgot the vibrators and the lotion."
Unable to talk, he dismissed the comment with a wave of his arm, and exited. Marge finally stirred, raising her head, and staring at Jenny.
"Roger ain't going to know what hit him!"
Jenny giggled loudly in agreement. "And neither will Tom!"
Suddenly Marge became aware of the fact that Jenny urns still dressed. "Hey! You still got your clothes on. Didn't you get a piece of the action?" Jenny shrugged. "Someone had to do the work."
"Well bless your heart," she said, and reached for the vibrator. "Well, it's not fair for you to be left out. You did the work… now you deserve the pay."
And so saying, she approached her friend, the vibrator whirring in her hand, its blunt tip aimed for the soft folds of her moist waiting cunt.