"Aw, come on, spoil-sport," Candy chided Charlie. "I want to go. Tonight."
"I told you that I'm too tired. What's got into you, anyway? You usually don't mind sitting around and watching TV or reading. Christ, sometimes I think that's all you ever want to do," Charlie said, looking at the woman he thought was his wife.
Candy sat on the edge of his chair, her fingers running through his hair in the most enticing way possible. "Come on, let's go to that new disco."
"You don't know how to disco."
"So show me. I want to learn."
Candy knew how to dance. She did it well. The feel of her body moving in the sinuous, snake-like dances turned her on sexually. And seeing all the men that danced turned her on, too. Some of them were real studs.
"I never thought I'd see the day I wanted to stay home and you didn't. But okay, lady, you got it. And I'm going to dance your little feet off. You're going to be sorry you disturbed the old man's sleep."
"No, I'm not," she said, stroking the bulge in his trousers as she rose to dress. She felt her heart beating strongly at the idea of going out with Charlie. Candy didn't think he was as handsome as Stan, but there was an animal magnetism to Charlie that appealed to her. She wanted to see how he danced, how he moved.
Candy bet herself that he moved as well on the dance floor as he would in bed.
The disco was filled to capacity. Hot bodies pressed into equally hot bodies, some of the individuals finding a partner and going out onto the dance floor – or leaving for more enjoyable pursuits.
"Damn, this place isn't fit for man or beast," Charlie said. "It's too crowded. Let's go."
"There's a table in the corner," Candy said, pulling the man along behind her like a captive animal. She had to elbow a couple to reach the table first, but she didn't care.
The entire disco was afire with emotion. The music sent electric-like shocks up and down her spine. She didn't know if it was the music and the crow exciting her or the idea she was with her sister's husband.
"They don't intend for you to put much more than a drink on these tables, do they?" said Charlie, putting his elbows on the small circular table.
"That's all right, Charlie," she said. Then, in a voice just loud enough for him to hear over the music, Candy told him, "I'm wearing crotchless panties. Why don't you do something about that?"
Charlie did a double take. He looked at her, smiled, started to turn his head and then his attention riveted fully on the green-eyed blonde. He saw instantly she wasn't kidding him. The wicked little smile dancing at the corners of her mouth told the entire story.
For the first time in his life, Charlie was unsure of what to do. This was so unlike his wife that he suspected some sort of trap. She had always complained every time he wanted to feel her up in public. And now she had dragged him to the most crowded club in town and openly propositioned him. He didn't understand her, but he wasn't going to wait far her to change her mind, either.
"How's this?" he asked, both hands still resting on the table.
Candy almost came when she felt the man's big toe prodding between the lacy halves of her crotchless panties. He had run his foot up the inside of her thigh, pushing aside the thin dress she wore, and then rammed his toe into her hot, wet cunt hole. She was sobbing when the waitress brought their drinks.
"You okay?" asked the waitress. "You look like you're… well, you don't look so hot…"
"I… I'm all right. Really. Thanks," Candy managed to get out. She felt her lust mounting higher and higher as she talked.
Charlie's toe never left her pussy. He wiggled it back and forth so that she could get the full impact. The idea that the waitress might figure out what was going on drove her passions to the breaking point.
Just as the waitress turned to another table, Candy came. She came hard, her entire body shaking. She almost spilled her drink. Steadying the glass with both hands, she lifted it to her trembling lips.
"Easy does it," cautioned Charlie. "You don't want to choke."
"I won't," she solemnly assured him. The heat in her belly raged, growing into a fire. She was so hot to fuck that she was almost out of her mind with lust. It was great feeling his big toe slithering up and down her well-lubricated cunt lips, but she wanted his prick. She wanted a piece of the meat that Mandy complained about all the time. She wanted to fuck her sister's husband!
"Come on, let's dance," Charlie said. "We can work our way out onto the floor now."
The crowd had thinned a little and she saw that he was right. At first, she wanted to protest, then an idea came to her. She nodded her head, a tuft of blonde hair tumbling into her eyes. Pushing it back, she stood. The emptiness in her cunt made her moan like a trapped animal.
"It'll get better," he promised her.
"It's got to get closer," she said, rubbing her thigh against his crotch. She could feel his hard prick trying to turn cartwheels in his pants. She moved with the liquid grace of a lioness as she moved out onto the floor.
The lights whirled around her as she abandoned herself to the primitive beat of the music. All she knew was movement. And she moved spectacularly well. The girl felt her excitement mount when Charlie loosened up a little and began to dance with her. His own movements were as good as hers.
His pelvis thrust out in a blatantly sexual way that caused her to move closer, to him. Their crotches touched and their bodies shook as they danced. Together, apart, it didn't matter. Everything they did was intended only for them, every move packed with sexual meaning.
Soon, others watched, cheered and applauded. Candy was oblivious to all that. She wanted Charlie. She wanted Charlie's prick thrusting firm and hard and fast up her twat. Nothing less would satisfy her now.
Foreplay didn't have to be touching. It could be dancing. And she had had enough foreplay to get hot in the crotch.
"Gotta go to the little boy's room for a second," Charlie said, stopping to catch his breath.
"I have a better idea," she told him, whispering passionately in his ear. She took the time to lightly nibble at his earlobe and stroke around the rim with the flickering tip of her tongue. "Let's both go into the women's john."
"Both?"
"Sure. We can see what happens after that." She grabbed his wrist and pulled her hand up to the front of her dress. She was hot to fuck, and nothing but cock would sate her driving desires now.
"God, Mandy, you're so different tonight! Did you find a recipe for aphrodisiac?"
The woman smiled wickedly at the man. He was so unlike Stan. She could imagine Charlie's prick already throbbing with need. And it was a need that only she could satisfy. She would make sure that she was the only one who would satisfy it!
"I'm horny for you!" she hotly whispered. "And let's not talk about it. Let's do it!"
She pulled him toward the women's john. For a moment, he resisted her, then padded along behind like a dog on a leash. She knew that he didn't think she meant what she had said. She meant it. Her pussy wouldn't accept anything less right now than a hard, hot prick reaming her out.
"Wait!" he cried as she pushed open the door. Her hand hadn't released his, and her intention of actually getting him into the women's restroom was obvious now. "We can't… I mean, I can't go in there. I'd be arrested if anyone found me in the women's can!"
"That's all right. I'll be with you. Mamma'll write a note to the principal if you get caught out of school. Now, cut the chatter and let's get it on!"
The door slammed shut behind the man. He glanced around nervously. The layout wasn't much different from the men's john, but there wasn't a urinal on the wall and the stalls seemed larger.
Charlie knew that another woman would come in any second and find him. Then it would be all over for the both of them.
"What's wrong?" she panted. "Aren't I good enough for you?"
Her hands slowly lifted the hem of her skirt. He gulped twice when he saw her crotchless panties. They were made of frilly black lace. The sexy woman's hot, drooling pussy lips poked through the flaps. They visibly throbbed with lust.
The woman's legs parted and she stood with hot desire in front of him. His cock was jerking fiercely now. He had to get it out and ram it deep into that seething cunt.
He forgot all about the fact that he was in the women's restroom and at any second might be caught fucking this wanton woman. All that mattered to him now was getting his rocks off.
"I want you bad," he moaned. "I got to fuck you!"
"Here?" she taunted. "In the women's john?"
Her tits rose and fell as she talked, teasing him. She had always had fantasies of something like this happening to her. Some man would follow her into the restroom and then fuck her before anyone could discover what was happening.
Candy knew that her husband would never do a thing like that, even to please her, to allow her to fulfill her innermost desires. But she could make Charlie do it. The man was as oversexed as she was. He would do anything for a good fuck.
And she intended to make this the best fuck of his life. Screwing didn't have to be measured by quantity. Quality counted. She was hot because of the switch of husbands with her sister, but she was also ready to fuck because of the dancing and the music and the toe-fucking. Now, she was living out her fantasy of fucking in the john. She'd make damned sure he got off on this!
She almost raped him when his prick was free of his pants. When she saw the purplish head throbbing wildly, she leaped on it. Her legs spread wide apart, she rammed her snatch down so that the cockhead rocketed all the way up into her cunt.
"Aiieeeee!" she screamed. She felt the insistent throbbing of his cock against her tender, wet cunt walls. She was already at the point of coming it wouldn't take much fucking to push her over the edge. The woman began bouncing up and down, her hips bucking to fill her pussy with inch after inch of that hard, virile cock.
"Shit! Quiet down!" he warned, "You'll have every cop in the place down on us!"
"Isn't that a shame?" she said playfully, her tongue finding the hollow of his ear. She thrust her tongue in and out in the same motion her hips used to fuck her cunt over his prick. She thrilled to the feelings. She was coming alive like she had never come before.
The idea of fucking in the women's bathroom made it all the kinkier for her. The threat of discovery made her entire body sing a new sexual song that caused her cunt to throb even more. Her cunt lips tried to clamp down on the thick root of cock slipping in and out of her well-oiled twat, but the huge fuck stick managed to escape her strong cunt muscles each time. She didn't care about that. The friction mounting inside of her made her weak in the knees.
She propped herself up against the wall of one of the stalls and pushed her legs out straight on either side of the man's body. She hung on only by his prick.
This let the cock drive deeper into her cunt than any had ever done before. She had fucked some men with longer pricks, but she had never felt a hard cock pound through to the very end of her cunt. Her pussy was entirely filled, and she loved every single inch of it.
"Fuck me good," she groaned. "Give it all to me. I need it. I'm burning up inside. You've got to fuck me now. Fuck me hard. Haaaaard!"
His hands slid down under her firm asscheeks. He gripped the meaty mounds of flesh and pulled her upward. This made his cock pull out of her cunt. There sounded a lewd, wet slurping noise as his cock slid from her cunt. An equally obscene noise echoed through the john as he lowered her body and reinserted his cock.
The slow fucking wasn't good enough for the woman. She had to have it fast and hard.
"Faster, harder! Oh, sweet Jesus, fuck me as good as you can, you great big stud! I need your swollen prick fucking me. Fucking meeee!"
Her entire body trembled in response to his increased motion. He began lifting and dropping her body with more authority. It was as if he had finally gotten over his fright of fucking a woman in the restroom. He was beginning to need her cunt wrapped around his prick as much as she needed his cock shoved all the way up her pussy.
"Rip me apart with that fucking cock!" she cried. Her fingers clawed at his shirt. Her shoulders were shoved hard against the wall of the stall, causing it to bend and sag. She hardly noticed. Her entire world was centered between her legs. She tightened her thighs around the man's waist to pull her cunt down over his prick with even more force.
She wanted it rough. She wanted to feel his body grinding against her, bruising her cunt lips, making her come totally alive. She wanted to feel like a well-fucked woman when this was done.
"You son of a bitch, give it all to me! All of it!" She bounced up and down on his prick now. His body surged up to meet her every downward thrust. She was totally filled with his swollen cock. She tensed and relaxed her cunt walls to get the full impact of his cock on her velvety pussy. She sobbed out loud now, not caring if she attracted all the attention in the world. She was getting what she wanted, in the very place where it would turn her on the most – a public restroom.
Then, she came.
Her entire body was wracked with long, wrenching shudders. She cried out, tears racing down her cheeks to drip onto her blouse. The tears soaked into the fabric and made her tits stand out in even bolder relief. The nipples throbbed against the thin fabric and made her all the more aware of her orgasm.
It had never been this good with her husband. She was glad that she had swapped with her twin sister. Candy hoped that Mandy was getting as little fucking as she wanted. Candy knew that things couldn't be better for her.
The friction of the swift fucking in and out of her cunt warmed her pussy. It spread slowly throughout her belly. She heaved and hunched and twisted around on the thick spike of his prick. It penetrated all the way up into her cunt. She loved it. She had to have more.
The rattle of someone trying to get into the john startled her. She was panting from the fucking and couldn't answer. Charlie looked back over his shoulder, guilt etched on his face.
She grabbed him by the ears and pulled his face around to meet hers. "Don pay any attention. Just fuck me!"
"Goddamn, this is too much for me!"
"Fuck me, and hurry! I'm still hungry for your cock. Fuck me, stud, fuck me like you never have before! Make believe this is the first time you ever stroked that prick of yours into my hot cunt. But for God's sake, fuck me as hard as you can!"
She was out of her mind with lust now. Sounds came from her lips, but made little sense. Her overpowering desires devoured her. The thrusting prick was her only hope for total release.
"Goddamn, what's going on in there?" came a harsh voice from outside. "I gotta piss and I'm not gonna do it out here!"
"In a second!" cried Candy. Her voice was cracking under the strain of the fucking. She didn't really care about the woman. She was having the time of her life.
"Well, dammit, hurry! I don't wanna pee on my own leg!"
"Maybe we had better go," said Charlie, his face straining. Sweat poured off of his forehead and ran into his eyes.
It took only a quick look at the man for Candy to realize he was almost ready to get his rocks off. He might not even know what he was saying. "Fuck me harder and forget that bitch. She's not getting what I'm getting. She must be jealous!"
The words had the desired effect on the man. He began fucking her so hard that the partition pressing into her shoulders gave way. She fell backwards, supported only by his prick.
The man never missed a stroke. He rammed harder and deeper into her cunt, picking up the tempo until she was positive he was going to burn her to a cinder. The heated friction in her cunt made her explode like a stick of dynamite.
Just as she was coasting down the slopes from her sexual high, she felt the sweet, hot rush of his jism filling her pussy. He erupted like a volcano. She got off again as his come whitewashed her cunt.
His prick went limp with surprising speed. She tucked it back into his pants after licking off the last of his come. Then she stood and rearranged her dress so that she was halfway presentable to the outside world.
Unlatching the door, she strolled past the irate woman who was still waiting to get in. The woman's mouth dropped open when Charlie came out, right behind Candy.
"Damnation! I wonder if there's another one in there for me!" the other woman exclaimed.
Candy laughed all the way out of the disco. This was a night to remember. Never had she been so excited sexually, or so fulfilled.