Marge was glowing, her spirits soaring as she relived every moment of the previous night's sex. She had virtually attacked Roger. She had poured every bit of new knowledge and awareness, every morsel of the weekend's experience into pleasing him. And he had loved it.
She had succeeded in not only getting him to fuck her earnestly, but had gotten him so worked up he took her a second time.
And now all she could do was lie in bed, her heart singing, and stare at the early afternoon light as it filtered through the open window. Not even the ringing phone could jar her from her reverie.
"Hello."
"Hi, honey… whatcha doing?"
"Oooh… just thinking. What's on your mind?"
"Aaaawwww… nothing… I just called to tell you I wouldn't be getting home till late."
"Okay…" Suddenly her husband's words sunk in. "You what!"
"I'm… but we've got to wine and dine a couple of buyers tonight. I don't know how late it will be, but probably it'll drag out… so don't wait up, okay?"
Marge was boiling, desperate to control the anger perched so delicately near the surface. "Yeah! Fine! I won't wait up… enjoy yourself."
"Fat chance! I'll see you tomorrow."
No sooner had Marge hung up the phone than the doorbell rang. She raced downstairs, opened the door, not the least bit surprised to see Jenny's fuming face.
"They're mother-fuckers… both of them!" Jenny stormed into the room, and Marge slammed the door behind her.
Jenny paced for a few minutes, too angry to talk. She roamed the floor like a caged lion, her claws poised and ready, starving for something to lash out at. "I know what I'm going to do," she finally growled. "I'm going to screw everything in pants… I'm just going to have to do my shopping somewhere else."
"Noooooo… I don't think that's the answer," Marge said pensively. "We're going to have to wake them up. If I'm going to do something… I want it to slap them right in the face."
"Any bright ideas?"
"Just one, and it's going to require all the luck we can possibly get." Marge picked up the phone and dialed. "Keep your fingers crossed, Jenny."
"Marge, what the hell are you doing?"
"The way I figure it… if they're entertaining buyers, that means girls… And if there's going to be girls, why not us?"
Jenny's face brightened, her voice breaking into a giggle. Marge frantically waved her quiet as the voice came on the end of the line.
"International Landscape, may I help you?"
"Mr. Sommers' private secretary please."
Marge waited nervously for the phone to stop buzzing. "Mr. Sommers' office… Miss Lovis here… may I help you?"
Marge spoke, her voice thinly disguised. "Yes, I understand you need some girls this evening." There was a pause on the other end, only a second or two, but it seemed like an hour to Marge.
"I'm sorry," came the voice, "I don't mean to appear stunned, but how did you know? I haven't even had a chance to call out yet."
Marge struggled for an answer. "I… I think after… I think Mr. Sommers called earlier."
"That's strange… he usually refused to handle it himself."
"Yeah… look… do you need the girls or not?"
"Yes! Yes, we do… we need four girls." Marge took down all the information regarding time and place. Her hands shook with the delight of her soon-to-be-had revenge. "Okay… I've got it all down."
"Good! Oh, and please! Screen your girls a little more carefully this time. One of the last girls you sent behaved rather boorishly. Remember, these are businessmen, not perverts!"
Marge could not resist the opening. "I promise you… they won't know these girls from their wives."
Marge hung up, and let out a scream of sheer delight. She clutched the paper with the information tightly to her breast, almost as if she were afraid it would disappear.
"Marge, you're a genius. Well… what do we do between now and then?"
"Go shopping… we owe these bastards the show of their lives, and we're going to give it to them."
The two women approached the hotel suite door quietly, their minds seriously challenging the sanity of their actions.
"Well… this is it!" Marge blurted. "Let me have a final look at you, Jenny."
Jenny stepped back and twirled model fashion. Marge hardly recognized her. Her hair was teased and curled into a giant afro, and her face was made up to the hilt. She wore a thigh-length wrap-around skirt, and on top, a wide knit shawl that, when opened, revealed a blouse of transparent material that completely exposed her firm, braless tits.
"Jenny… you're perfect! I may take you right here in the hall myself!"
"You don't look so bad yourself, kid!"
Marge was next to show herself off. She was dressed in a floor-length, jet-black gown that was split clear up the side, the front and back held together only by thin black laces. The long split clearly revealed the lack of any kind of underwear, and the deep dip in the front displayed to its best advantage the dark cleavage of her full breasts.
"I'm telling you, Marge… in that outfit, you could raise the cock on a corpse."
"Bless you, fellow hooker… bless you!"
They giggled for a few seconds, and then fell into contemplative silence as they stared at the door.
"Well, Marge…"
"YEP! I guess it's time."
Marge pressed the doorbell, preparing herself for whatever should come. To her relief a strange face answered the door. He was a brawny man with thin wisps of puffy red hair covering the obvious baldness of his skull. His ruddy face seemed to glow even redder with the smiling cheerfulness of his greeting.
"Heeeeey! You must be the ladies we've been waiting for! Come on in! I'm Sam McCord." The girls filed past them, and into the specious suite. "This here's Mike… he's my associate."
The other man rose from his chair and greeted Marge and Jenny politely. He was a young man of twenty-nine, with a firm, muscled body, and an air of total confidence. Unlike the other man, he looked at them as women, not hookers.
"Hello," he beamed, "what are your names?"
A smile broke out across Marge's face, and she gave Jenny a quick wink before answering. "My name is Viva… and my friend's name is Candy."
"Glad to meet you," came his reply.
And now McCord chirped in, "Hey! Where's the other two girls? I thought this was a party of four."
"Where's the other two men?"
"Oh, they went out to freshen up the ice bucket. They'll be back in a few minutes."
"Good! I can't wait!" Marge walked up to McCord, her fingers traveling seductively over his open-shirted chest. "I'M afraid the other two girls couldn't make it. But I promise you, we'll work twice as hard to make it up to you. Shall we start now, or wait for the others to arrive?"
The sweat was beading on McCord's brow as he stared down the front of Marge's dress. "The way I see it, now's as good a time as any!"
Mike's voice sounded from the other side of the room. "Excuse me, Candy… may I take your shawl?"
Jenny flashed a quick look to Marge, who only gave one firm nod of encouragement. "Why not!"
Jenny dropped the shawl, and handed it over to Mike. She could not help feeling a wave of pride as the attention of the room shifted to the swaying of her pointed tits.
Mike was mesmerized. "Beautiful," he whispered. "Absolutely beautiful." Dropping the shawl to the floor, he walked over to Jenny, and began opening the blouse, his lips coming down to nibble at the soft curve of her neck. Marge and McCord watched as he slid the garment from her body, and his hands climbed up to cradle the mounds of flesh.
Jenny's eyes drooped shut at the touch of his warm hands on her tits. Her hands began weaving through his dark locks as his head lowered to the waiting spikes of her trembling nipples. And then he kissed them, his lips closing on the hard posts, his teeth nipping lightly.
Her passions began surging, increasing in force until it shattered the shaky walls of her sanity. Her body arched with the joy of his swirling tongue, her crotch heaving forward to press against the firm column of his leg.
Jenny's groans began spilling out in tiny whimpers of delight as his tongue played across her aching nipple. Her hands came out of their own volition to begin tearing at the buttons of his shirt, freeing them, wrenching the garment from his upper torso to reveal the smooth, rippling muscles of his sleek body. Her fingers traveled gleefully through the curling mat of his chest as his lips jumped from one tit to the next, devouring the sweet buds of flesh in his hungry sucking mouth.
Marge's own passions were lit by the blissful sight of the two entwined lovers. Her hips pressed back against the burly body behind her, her breath catching as she felt the hard knob of his crotch grind into her pillowy ass.
"Shall we join them?" came the growling voice. "No," Marge sighed. "Let's watch for a few minutes. It's turning me on… a lot!"
"Okay, baby!"
He signaled his acceptance by running his hands into the slim side openings of her dress, and raising them to the two swollen melons of her tits. He grasped the giant orbs firmly, his fingers kneading them in rhythmic contractions while he twirled the steely, erect buds of her nipples.
Meanwhile Jenny was too lost in delight to care about having an audience. She was consumed with only one thought – COCK! She wanted it – needed it – hungered for the feel of this man's hard muscled body surging into her open snatch.
It was to this end that she now devoted all her energies. With one flick of her fingers she sprang the catch of her dress, wiggling it to the floor with her hips, and kicking it into the corner of the room. With equal quickness she dropped to her knees, and worked the zipper of his pants. It fell easily before her conquering fingers, and hooking her thumbs into his shorts, she stripped him of pants and underwear in one fell swoop, tossing them onto the heaped fabric of her dress.
And now, suddenly, there it was. Jenny's pupils dilated in lust as she stared at the massive muscle of his cock, stretching like a marbled monument from his bushy groin. Her tongue circled the rim of her bright-red lips as she drew ever nearer to the beckoning cap of his pulsing prick.
Jenny's mouth slacked open, her lips spread wide, and surrounded the dribbling tip of his cock. Mike waited for the thrilling contact of her mouth, but it did not come. She continued forward, taking his organ into the gaping cavity of her mouth, and finally coming to a halt about one third of the way down his throbbing cock.
Mike quivered as his cock stood poised in the center of her mouth, her breath blowing hotly over his teeming flesh. He twitched his cock, gurgling slightly as the rock-hard tube bounced off the ridge of her teeth, but still no contact.
And then she moved. Gradually, like the plodding frames of a slow-motion film, she began closing her mouth, her hand rising to hold his giant prick dead in the center, avoiding all contact until the last possible moment. And then, with only a fraction of a centimeter remaining, Jenny clamped down, her mouth grabbing and sucking with all its might on the burning head of his cock.
"Goooddddd!"
Marge's own gasp echoed Mike's full-throated yell. Her body jolted almost as if the blistering touch of Jenny's mouth had been an her own body. Marge watched her friend's sudden explosion of movement with all the passionate attention of a sinner at a miracle. It was not until her view was cut off that she even realized that her dress was being carefully lifted over her head.
She lifted her arms willingly, hastening to return to the sight of Jenny's furiously bobbing head on Mike's cock. Glancing briefly she realized that McCord's clothes were spread around her feet, and one tiny backward step was all it took to confirm the nakedness of his warm, husky body.
But he did not remain there. She felt his lips on her back, his hot kisses working slowly down the curving arch of her spine, until they were lodged in the deep valley of her ass-cheeks. Slowly the soft cushions parted, and her stomach jumped as his tongue flashed into her anus.
Her body foil forward, her hands coming to rest on her knees, her body twisting to impale itself on the hard, naming organ. His searing tongue climbed the inner channel of her bowels, filling her with torrents of erotic bliss as she watched the violent thrusts of Mike's cock disappearing into Jenny's prick-hungry mouth.
But the show was nearing an end. Marge was finding it harder and harder to focus her eyes on the cocksucking tableau across the room. She was succumbing to the constant thrill of his raging tongue. Finally the curtain fell on her watching eyes as she felt the sudden, jarring blast of three fingers pounding into her flooding cunt.
It was more than her quivering body could take. Her knees buckled instantly, sending her crashing to the soft mat of the carpet, her body fleeing the overwhelming jolts of his manipulations.
But no sooner had she hit the floor than she felt space of an instant, her legs were thrown open, and his blissful, delving tongue was now burrowing into the warm nest of her pussy.
"Ooooohhhhh! Yeeeeesss!"
The cry was driven from her throat by the piston-like lunges of McCord's tongue. His slick lapper was beating into her body, driving her into a frenzy of passion – a passion that might have been complete had she not suddenly been aware of the crashing bag, and the chilling bite of ice cubes as they tumbled against her hot, sweating body.
Marge could vaguely identify the stunned, angry tones of a familiar male voice. "What the fuck is going on here? Marge! How the Hell? Marge! You're you're…"
This piercing cry was joined by another. "Oh Jenny! Jesus Christ…you can't be… you wouldn't… oh good GOD! JENNY, SWEET… JENNY!"
Marge could barely make out the blurred outlines of their husbands' bodies standing in the entranceway. She struggled desperately to remember everything that she mid Jenny had planned to my, but nothing would come.
She turned to where she had last seen Jenny, hoping for her friend's support, hoping Jenny still had the presence of mind to put their carefully laid plans into effect. But it was hopeless. Jenny and Mike had fallen to the floor, and were now locked in a frenzied sixty-nine. They were so wrapped up in their mutual sucking that Jenny could not even look up to acknowledge her husband's presence.
Marge was on her own. She turned to thee the two men, her mouth gaping open in a vain attempt at speech. But her words were cut off by the renewed surge of McCord's cunt-bathing tongue. And now she surrendered, allowing the sight of her writhing body to say all the things she had wanted to convey.
She flopped back onto the floor, giving herself entirely to the joy of McCord's rutting tongue. She threw her hips freely into each thrust of his soul-destroying mouth. Her hands flew out to grab the jerking red locks of his hair, and guide his spearing face, crushing it into the blossoming folds of her screaming twat.
Her hips were flying in jerking lunges that enveloped her in a cloud of agonizing bliss. On and on she battered, trying to swallow the entire mass of his devouring face into the hot, running chamber of her pussy. But suddenly her, attention was once again diverted by the inhuman sound of a low, muffled scream from across the room.
She turned her face and found Jenny and Mike just where she had seen them before. Jenny was pressed over Mike's cock, her face nuzzling the strands of his pubic hairs and his cock lost deep in her throat. Mike's face was obliterated by her grinding hips, wearing her cunt like a mask.
But now she could see the third body, and the reason for Jenny's scream became apparent. Tom's body was perched behind her, his pants around his knees, and his cock buried to the hilt in her squirming asshole. He was like a man possessed, driving his hulking prick with savage abandon into the hot clutching muscle of her anus.
But that was the last view she had. Her vision was suddenly cut off by the appearance of Roger's hairy thigh straddling her face. She turned to look up, and was greeted with the sight of his huge prick dripping passionately onto her soft cheek. From around the shaft she could barely perceive his lust-twisted face, his eyes glowing in an incandescent fire of pure burning want.
And now the whole experience ganged up on her, forcing words from her mouth that totally lacked the guidance of her brain. "Ooooohhh God! Give me your cock! Oooohh, Roger… I love you… love your cock! I loooooovvveee yooooooouuuu! Giiiiive meeeee your coooccckkk!"
No sooner had the wards come out than Roger had thrust the blunt prong into her open screaming mouth, his body quaking as her soft lips closed desperately over the hot slab of meat. She sucked with a fury that defied human tolerance. Her tongue scraped feverishly over the flaming red tip, swallowing every drop of pre-cum that squeezed from his aching balls.
She sucked with a vengeance, as if by swallowing him she could convince him of all the love she held. Her scorching lips branded the mark of her devotion onto his throbbing shaft as she climbed the length of his fuck-pole, and smashed her face into the hard bone of his crotch.
And all the while McCord's tongue was still digging at the pink petals of her flowering taint, his teeth tearing in blinding delight at the pearly bud of her clit. The three of them rocked and shook with the rhythms of their dancing bodies, and were soon joined by the orgasmic accompaniment of climax.
To Marge it was just so many voices from the other side of the room. Unable to see, she just listened.
Mike was first. Marge listened to the violent thrashings of his blasting body as he blew the juices of his cock into Jenny's hungry mouth. And then it was Jenny's voice that joined the chorus.
"uuuggghhh… Uuggghhhh… uuuunnggg!"
Words were impossible with his bursting cock spewing into her mouth. But her voice droned on as her cunt exploded, her full moans marking each wrenching spasm of her squirting twat. And then it was Tom. In a piercing voice, he blared out the final movement of this lusting symphony. "Oh fuck yes… yes! Yyeeeesssss! Take it! Take my cock! Suck it into your sweet ass and never give it back! Take it! Take it! Aaahhhhh!"
Marge could feel it coming. The battering abuse of McCord's tongue was wearing her down. She could feel the burning swell of her orgasm climbing the long avenue of her spine, and preparing to flood her brain.
The actions of her mouth took on frantic desperation. She was desperate for the feel of Roger's huge cock spilling in abundance into her mouth, before the consuming heat of her orgasm could strike. And then it came.
Her prayers were answered by the sudden jerking of his surging meat. His body doubled up, and exploded in spastic convulsions into her open throat. His hot cum spat in wave after bursting wave of scalding delight, throwing her helplessly, head first into her own shattering climax.