"Goddamn it, Jenny!" Marge's raspy voice carried to rattle the hotel room walls. "It was all okay an hour ago, why change your mind now?"
Marge was seething in her own frustration. She had spent the entire trip up, and most of the day, trying to convince Jenny of the need for them to fuck other men, and she thought she had finally succeeded. She had gotten Jenny to go out with her that evening, and they had managed to get picked up. But now, seconds before the men were to arrive at their door, she was getting cold feet.
"I'm sorry, Marge, I just don't think I can go through with it. I wish you'd have told me before we came. I thought it was just going to be the two of us. If I'd have known you were planning an orgy, I'd have stayed at home!"
"Jenny, please! Try it! I promise you, you won't regret it!"
"Shit! I mean, look at the way we're dressed. Low-cut dress and no underwear… I feel like a tramp in these clothes!"
"JENNY! We're seducing a couple of I.B.M. executives, not putting on a fashion show! They're going to low it! Besides we shouldn't be wearing anything long enough to care anyway."
"Marge…"
"Jenny! You've got to do this! It's too late now to back out… I promise it'll be alright."
"Okay… I don't seem to have any choice."
"Jenny, I love you!"
And giving her a swift kiss on the cheek, Marge raced to the door. She paused to give herself one nervous check before opening the door, and letting in the two men. Greetings were exchanged quickly, with all the familiarity of total strangers.
The two middle-aged businessmen sauntered into the room, with only a forced joviality to reveal their own nervousness. They placed the portable bar equipment, so willingly retrieved from their lower-floor suite, onto the dresser, and while Louie played bartender, Robert went to join Jenny on her bed.
Robert Marchamp was the perfect match for Jenny. He was the shyer of the two men, and possessed a kind of mature handsomeness, that held up as well in the fuller light of the room, as it had in the dimly lit hotel bar. He was polite and reserved, and his thin frame next to Jenny's made the two of them look like bookends.
Louie Perrelli on the other hand, was Marge's match. Boisterous, open and aggressive, it was he and Marge that had really made the evening a reality. Louie was a slightly balding man, with salt-and-pepper hair and a charm that more than compensated for his careless appearance.
And now he was skipping around the room, handing out drinks of his own creation, pausing with each person to brag and joke about the effects this particular drink would have. Finally, his show completed and duly rewarded with laughter, he grabbed his own glass, and joined Marge on her bed.
The two couples sat facing each other, and for an hour the conversation plodded along in circles, touching anything and everything but the issue at baud. It was not until they were into their third round of drinks that the atmosphere began to loosen.
"So anyway," Louie said, the last of his drink having disappeared down his throat, "there's Jimmy and Pete standing there, their tongues hanging out, and the hooker says shell take the one with the biggest cock. Well, I'm telling you, you never saw two pair of pants come down so fast in your life. And here's this broad, pulling a ruler out of her purse, and holding a cock contest right there in the conference room… unbelievable!"
Everyone in the room was laughing, their faces flushed with the glow of the alcohol. That is everyone except Marge. The gears in her brain were churning, plotting, unwilling to let this opportunity for action slip by.
"Why do men worry so much about the size of their cock?" she chimed.
Louie paused a moment before answering. "I don't know. Big cocks are better, aren't they?"
"Not necessarily! If you've got a small hole they're hell. And if you've got a big hole, a small cock is useless. For example, I'm bigger than Jenny is, I would need a bigger cock."
"But how can you tell beforehand?" Robert said, his interest suddenly sparked by the conversation.
"Yeah!" Louie added. "I mean… say the four of us were going to fuck, how would you know which guy to pair up with?"
Marge did not know the answer herself, but she was too far into it not to bluff. "Oh, a girl can just sense it. It's kind of intuition women have. For example, I know your cock is bigger than Robert's."
"Maybe," he said, his eyes beginning to glow. "But how would you know for sure?"
"Why could always have a cock contest!" Marge watched as the two men stared at one another, their eyes registering the disbelief of her bold statements. "How about it, guys? You willing to prove me wrong?"
Marge could feel Jenny's eyes boring into her but preferred to ignore it and watched the two men drop their pants instead. The last thing she needed right now was to doubt, even for a second, what she was doing.
And now the two men stood exposed, their cocks arching as the excitement of baring themselves to two strange ladies began pulsing into their brains. Marge too was experiencing this same excitement, hem cunt twitching in response to her wanton boldness.
"Of course you'll have to trust my judgment," she chirped, walking over and kneeling before the two waving pricks. "I don't have a ruler with me, so I'll just have to gauge it by hand. And to be truly fair about this you'll both have to have erections."
She quickly grasped the two cocks. With one in each hand, and began rubbing gently up and down. A short gasp slipped from each man's throat, forming a duet of passion that sent a tingling shiver up Marge's spine.
Her hands kept traveling, caressing the cocks, working them up slowly, until they stood out proudly in full, prominent erection. Now it was Marge's turn to gasp. Each cock strained outward from its dark, curly crotch, beckoning her with promises of pure pleasure.
It was with great difficulty that she returned to the original point of her manipulations. "Okay… they both look ready to me. Now let's measure."
With this she placed her flattened hand on the top of Louie's cock, and slid it back until the edge was pressed against the bone at the base of his huge prick. She then put her other hand next to it, measuring out in fingers towards the tip.
"Let's see… four fingers… twelve and three is fifteen. Okay, Robert, now you!"
She repeated the same process, managing to get twelve fingers down, and only a piece of the lip of his cock left uncovered.
"See, I was right… Robert is only twelve and a half fingers. Not only that, he's a little slimmer… I could probably swallow his beautiful cock without too much trouble. For my kind of body, it's a great sucking cock."
To prove her point, she ran her tongue along the shaft of his throbbing cock, coating it in long strokes, until it was glistening with her saliva. She then licked at the tip, prodding it with her tongue before locking her lips tightly around its passionately vibrating head.
Robert was numbed. His hips jerked as a warm bliss radiated from her hot, wet mouth, and filled his body with its raw, lusting power. Her perfect oval mouth began running towards his crotch, her tongue carefully working the soft underbelly of his giant tool.
Her cheeks collapsed with the pressure of her sucking mouth, inhaling his cock like some massive strand of spaghetti into the hot confines of her gripping throat. Every eye in the room was glued on Marge as she floated effortlessly down the bulbous shaft, gasping in unison as they watched it disappear into the cavern of her lovely face. It was Robert who finally broke the tempo of this vocal concerto, his loud groan coursing out from the contact of her nose against the soft mat of his pubic hair.
"Ooooooooohhhhhh! She's got it… I don't fucking believe it! She's got the whole fucking thing in her mouth! Fuck, fuck… FUCK!"
Marge could feel his body trembling with the delight of her sucking. She would have been content to stay right there, eating his delicious cock until it exploded; but she remembered her purpose, and withdrew slowly from his skewering cock, pausing only to lick and swallow the small dots of cum that rewarded her efforts.
"Oh God," she gasped, her voice barely able to veil the rasping passion his prick had placed then. "It's a beautiful cock, Robert… I think I could suck it all night, and never get tired. But I think Jenny could do better with it. Why don't you go see?"
She quickly helped him free his legs from the confines of his trousers, while he shed the clothing from his upper body. Once naked he was sent off with one final lick of Marge's tongue to by his fortunes in Jenny's bed.
She now stared at Louie. His face was beet red, his anticipation radiating like the soft glow of a neon light. She took a deep breath, cooling the flames of her passion before the inevitable surrender to pure impulse.
She then leaned over and began hugging his hot cock against her cheek, her tongue coming out intermittently to tickle the sides of his pulsing meat. "Now your cock is entirely different. It's too big to swallow like that, I'd have to take an entirely different approach with you."
So saying she pulled the clothing from his body, and pushed him down on her bed. She quickly removed her dress, pausing only to fondle her own smooth flesh, taunting him with the sight of her naked perfection, before finally taking up her position between his wildly spread legs.
Her body worked like a battery to charge the dormant powers of his lust. Sweat broke out across his brow as he watched her snow-white body crawl towards his aching cock, her firm tits slapping together, her body wiggling in girlish delight at the sight before her.
"Yes," she whispered, her tongue circling her moist, open lips. "We're going to have to treat this beauty a very special way."
She lowered her face until it was hovering just above the tiny hole at the tip of his cock. Reaching down with her hand, she grabbed the turgid base, and held his prick firmly in place before her mouth. She paused a second, allowing her hot breath to tinge the sensitive flesh, before dropping her tongue and spearing it into the hole in his cock-head.
Louie's hips jerked in agonized bliss. Her hot lapper nailed him like a smoldering stake, boring into his cock. Harder and harder she pushed, her own aching lust pulsing out to fill the long, quaking prick.
"Oh! Shit!" Louie screamed. "Yes, yes, push! Fill my Goddamn cock… ram your tongue down until you can tickle my balls from the de… gcgggodddddaaaaaammmmmmmm!"
But Marge had other ideas. Where she had just given she now wanted to receive. Moving quickly she removed her tongue and pursed her lips into an opening no bigger than a whistle. She then returned, placing the air hole of his throbbing channel, and sucked for everything she was worth.
His body stiffened like an electric shock had ripped through him. His cock, so stuffed and packed a second ago, was suddenly being sucked and emptied – emptied of every drop of pre-cum his balls could produce. Her suction pulled the liquid frantically up the long tube of his cock with a force that was almost orgasmic.
"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrggggggggghh! Ggggodddddd! God it's… it's… it's so… ggggggoooooooooooodddddddd!"
Marge sucked fiercely, making sure he was drained of every drop before she opened her lips and began lowering her head over his trembling prick. She then began pumping, her mouth contorted in a grotesque grin as his cock barreled into her face, bulging first one cheek, and then the other.
On and on she rode, her lusting mouth devouring the tightly erect cylinder. Her head bounced furiously over the hard direct lunges of his hips as he drove his cock brutally into her open throat. Her eyes were closed, her concentration rooted in the divine bliss of his raging prick, until suddenly her attention was captured by Jenny's screaming voice.
"Please! Pleeeeeaaasseeeeee! Harder! Harder! Ramme harder! Hhaaaaarrddddeeerrrrr!"
Robert was thrusting his prick rhythmically in and out of Jenny's sucking pussy. Marge could see the rich flow of juices pouring from her tautly stretched cunt as his glistening cock surged in deep, full lunges into the warm depths of her cunt.
Her mouth hung open, her breath gasping out with each forceful entrance of his reaming tool.
Jenny's hips arched frantically, sweeping up to drive her cunt over the full length of the joy-giving organ, her muscles contracting in quick, grasping spasms to milk the last ounce of pleasure from his swollen cock.
"Oh Goddammit! I'm… I'm coming! I can't believe it… I'm coming! Coooommmmmiiiiiiinnnggggg!"
Robert was a little amazed at the quickness of her climax, but drove in desperate fury to bring her off with the maximum of erotic delight. He churned upward with his hips, bringing his cock into contact with her sensitive clit, and pushing her into the consuming grasp of her orgasm. His face beamed with pride, and with one final hump he felt her body stiffen, and then collapse into total chaos.
A groan, almost inhuman in sound, erupted from Jenny's throat. Her body twisted like some mechanical device whose wires were crossed and shorted. Her orgasm rolled over her in one huge burst that left her helpless and gasping, with Robert staring expectantly, his own release hopefully mirrored in hers.
But it was not to be. As soon as her consciousness returned, Jenny became like a frightened girl, pounding the body of some imposing rapist. She pushed and twisted until Robert rolled over, freeing her to run crying into the bathroom. All action stopped in the room and she slammed and locked the door, her wailing voice echoing off the cold tiles.
"What did I do?" he asked, his voice cracking.
"Robert, I'm sorry. You'll have to forgive her. She just gets overly nervous sometimes."
"I'm sorry she feels that way," he snorted, "but it's not fair to just leave a guy hanging like this."
"Oh, don't worry," she giggled. "I think I'll be able to make it up to you."
"But I thought I was too small for you!"
Marge thought for a second, and then broke out in a large grin. "I think I know a way that would be just perfect for both of us."
With this she scooted up on Louie's body, and placed his cock against the dripping lips of her cunt. Slowly she moved it back and forth, shivering as she felt the hard rod against the soft folds of her hungry hole.
"First we have to get Louie in, and then you can join the party."
She slowly lowered her body over his shaft, his cock climbing into the warm, moist cavern of her pussy. She rotated her hips, absorbing his giant staff an inch at a time until its full quivering length was parked neatly in her tight pussy, and her pubic hair was meshed with his.
She pulled her hips up and down a few times, and watched as Louie trembled with the pure delight of her hot, sucking pussy. She continued these movements until she was sure her cunt had fully accepted the massive meat, her muscles relaxing and stretching to their fullest. And now she was ready for Robert. She leaned forward so that her nipples caressed Louie's chest, and holding his cock in place with all the power of her cunt, she lifted her ass high into the air.
"NOW!" she groaned. "Put it up my ass! Put your beautiful cock up my ass, while I fuck Louie's huge meat!"
Robert got up and came around behind Marge. For a second or two he could only stare in amazement at her request. He was not at all sure it was possible without killing her, but the idea was filling him with a perverse lust that was stranger than any doubts he might possess.
Marge's beautiful twin globes were waving in open invitation, and her whole beckoned him from above her gorged cunt. His glistening cock, still soaked with Jenny's juices, twitched in anticipation of the gripping delights of her tiny chute.
"Listen, Marge," he croaked. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
Given time to think, Marge might have said no, but site was lost in her hunger for new experiences, and was determined to have them at any cost. "Don't ask!" she yelled. "Just shove it in… I want to feel both of you inside me! I want to bring you both off! Give me your fucking cock!"
That was all Robert needed. He walked up and crawled between Louie's legs. He cupped the round butt-cheeks, and spreading them apart, slid his middle finger into the tight asshole. Marge shivered as she felt the digit climb her clutching channel.
Robert had intended his action to gradually accustom her body to its dual entry, but his poking finger only fanned the raging fires of her lust.
"now Goddammit! Give me your cock! I want it now!" she moaned, her ass waving seductively.
But Robert no longer needed the prodding. His balls burned with desire for this cock-hungry woman. He pressed the swollen head of his cock up to her puckering hole, and gripping her waist firmly, he pushed forward.
Marge wiggled backward, her face locked in a grimace as his cock tore at the tiny muscle, stretching it almost beyond endurance. The pain seared into her body, almost causing her to stop, until she suddenly felt his cock-head pop into her. Robert waited for a second until he felt her body start to squirm again, and then began climbing into the depths of her bowels.
"Oh God!" she cried. "It… it… it's so fucking painful… and hot… and big… and wonderful!"
"Yes!" he echoed. "It's wonderful… so hot and fucking wonderful!"
Robert was boiling in his own passion, and he began thrusting his prick in and out of her rectum. She clung to his cock, her own hips dancing in delight and riding up and down on Louie's huge meat. Robert's cock was on fire, lit by the overwhelming bliss of her ass, fed by the tightness and friction of her churning sphincter.
"Oh Christ!" Robert yelled. "Pump! Both of you pump for all you're worth!"
Robert worked frantically, craving his release, plowing into her like an enraged animal. He battered her body in harder and harder strokes, burying his cock ever deeper. It was not until he felt his pubic hair brush against the skin of her ass, and his ball sac smack against her thighs that his voice rang out to guide the chorus of groaning bodies beneath him.
"Together… everyone together… yes! Yes! That's it! Oh God, can you feel it? She's got both of us all the fucking way into her! Fuck her… ram her, Louie! Let's fuck the shit out of her!"
Both Robert and Louie began pistoning their cocks in and out of Marge in the same rhythm. Each man trembled as he felt the other's cock pressing against his own through the thin membrane that separated the two holes.
As for Marge, she was caught up in an uncontrollable ecstasy that threatened to destroy her. She thrilled as Robert's cock plunged in and out of her asshole, while Louie's prick stimulated her pussy with its wild bucking thrusts. Her own body churned frantically, fighting back the impulse of her growing orgasm, and desperately seeking to milk the men of their glorious juices.
"Oh fuck! Fuck!" she screamed. "Pound me! Harder! It's coming… I want to come… all of us… together! Drive, you sons-of-bitches…!"
The three bodies now pumped violently, each striving to bring the other off. Both men lunged in blinding passion into their respective holes, their groans blurting out to guide and stimulate the other.
And then it came.
Marge's body felt like a million rockets had exploded. Her scream rang out as she felt the flood of Robert's jerking cock gush its giant load into her, at the same time Louie's huge prick burst inside her cunt. Both men jerked and heaved, their cum blowing out in gush after gush, fining her body with the hot blasts of their cocks.
Marge's voice bellowed in long piercing wails as she experienced the greatest pleasure she had ever known. Her own climax came, slamming her belly like a pile-driver as every nerve in her body seemed to explode. Her shuddering body peaked, and then subsided, leaving her more satisfied than she had ever been before.
Once finished the men quickly dressed and departed, leaving Marge to deal with the problem of Jenny. She walked over to the bathroom door… and finding it open, entered the tiny space of the bathroom.
Jenny was perched on the closed lid of the toilet, her face held abjectly in her hands. She was staring blankly at the bare wall, seemingly unaware of her friend's presence.
"Hey, Jenny, you okay?"
"Marge, I've decided I'm going home tomorrow."
"Look, honey, I'm sorry if…"
"No… it's nothing you did… I'm sure you were just trying to help me. And I can't deny that I enjoyed it – a lot! That's what scares me."
"Well maybe by tomorrow you'll…"
"NO! I'm just not as sure as you are that this is the right thing to do. I just need to think that's all, so I want to fly out tomorrow, and I'll talk to you when you get back, okay?"
"Okay."
Marge walked over to her friend, and taking Jenny's face in her hands, gave her a kiss. "In the meantime, there's still the rest of tonight… shall we spend it together?"
Jenny looked up, a spark lighting the darkness of her expression. "Yes… I think I'd like that."
Marge kissed her again, her tongue coming out to gently cares the warm cavern of her friend's willing mouth, then dropping over her quivering tits, and down to the warm, moist patch of her soft muff.
"I'll miss you," Marge whispered, her tongue parting in wrinkled folds of Jenny's pussy. "I'll miss you a lot."
"I need to think," Jenny muttered. "Tonight I just want to feel… but tomorrow, I'll need to think."