Betsy and Lydia were in a quandary. Marylou had gone home to try to calm herself down before Henry came home and Betsy and Lydia were left facing the problem alone. Marylou hadn't been much help anyway. All she could do was to cry and say that she was sorry. Betsy was glad that she had gone home. Now she had Lydia all alone and her devious mind was working a million miles a minute, planning out her conquest of her sexy neighbor.
"I think you'd better have a nice, tall drink," Betsy suggested and handed Lydia a tall Scotch and water, double-strong. "You've really had a rotten afternoon and you deserve to get a little drunk. Why, if I were you, I wouldn't go home at all! I'd just stay right over here and let that bastard George come looking for me. Then I don't know if I'd go home with him or not!"
Lydia giggled at Betsy's fierce expression. "It sure would serve him right!" she replied, taking a long pull at her drink and grimacing. "God, Betsy. What did you put in this drink? It tastes like straight Scotch!"
"I figured you needled it," Betsy answered soothingly. "Just go ahead and get nice and relaxed. You need to forget all about everything that happened today. Here, let me freshen up that drink."
By the time Lydia had downed three of Betsy's special drinks, she was feeling no pain at all. She was pretty happy as a matter of fact. Now the whole events of the terrible afternoon seemed like a joke and she was even able to giggle about George's escapades.
"That son of a bitch is really weird, isn't he?" she asked, referring to her unfaithful husband.
"Yes, I guess he is," Betsy replied, seeing her chance. "You know, if I were you, I'd give him a taste of his own medicine!"
"You mean I should fuck someone, right in front of him?" Lydia asked faintly. "I couldn't do that! George would kill me! You saw how he treated Marylou, didn't you?"
Betsy laughed. "No, silly, I don it mean fuck someone and make sure he sees," she replied. "I mean, you should go ahead and get some satisfaction for yourself and keep it a secret! At least you'd be happy then."
"Yes, but I don't dare fuck anyone!" Lydia wailed. "I'd be too scared that George would find out. I don't dare even let him see me with another man!"
"Fine!" Betsy replied. "Don't let him see you with another man. He's not jealous of me, is he?"
"You?" Lydia questioned, gazing at Betsy in shock. "Why, no, of course not. But what do you have to do with my getting satisfaction?"
Betsy took a deep breath. Now was the time to take the plunge. "I could satisfy you as well as any man!" she declared, slipping an arm around Lydia's shoulders. "Why don't you let me try and you can make up your own mind?"
"Oh, Betsy, I couldn't! I've never done anything like that before! I mean… I wouldn't know what to do or anything!" the flustered Lydia replied.
A crimson blush spread over her pretty face at the thought of going to bed with another woman. Then she blushed even deeper when she realized that, while her mind was turned off by the prospect of making love with Betsy, her pussy certainly wasn't turned off! A gush of creamy pussy-juice flooded her cunt and Lydia felt a warm tingle radiate out from her pulsing clitty with the very thought of making it with Betsy.
Betsy could sense Lydia's indecision. She decided to press her advantage. "Well, you don't have to make up your mind now," she said soothingly. "Why don't you just forget I said anything and try to relax? I'll even give you a little backrub to relax you if you want to take off your blouse and stretch out on my bed. There's nothing more relaxing than a nice long backrub to take all the tension out of those tight muscles of yours."
"Oooooooh!" Lydia exclaimed happily. "There's nothing I'd like more than a good backrub." She let Betsy lead her into the master bedroom.
"Just strip off those clothes and slip into this housecoat," Betsy instructed. "You don't want any tight clothing on to distract from the rubdown. I'll get the lotions and give you a rubdown just like they do in the massage parlors." Betsy left the room and Lydia quickly got into the silk dressing gown she had provided. It felt good on her skin, so light and thin that it felt like she was wearing nothing at all.
Betsy came into the room carrying a vial of perfumed lotion. She couldn't suppress her smile of satisfaction when she saw that Lydia had put on the dressing gown. That was going to make her seduction so much easier! Betsy sat beside Lydia on the bed and poured out a small amount of the oil in her hands.
"This is special strawberry body oil," she told Lydia. "Now just relax, Lydia. I'm sure you'll enjoy this," she said soothingly. "I promise not to do anything you won't like. Trust me!"
Lydia relaxed as Betsy's expert fingers traveled lightly over her skin, creating waves of delicious sensation in her young, smooth body. Soon Lydia was floating on a cloud, deliciously relaxed, aware of nothing but Betsy's expertly stroking hands and fingers and the delicious sensations she was feeling.
"OOOoooh, I love it! Your fingers know exactly what they're doing. Oooooooh, Betsy!" Lydia exclaimed in a low, sexy voice, almost driving Betsy out of her skin with pleasure at being so appreciated. Betsy smiled and continued to rub and stroke Lydia's smooth, supple body. She knew that Lydia was hers for the taking!
Sam Dillon drove towards the small suburban development of Oakwood with sadness. A couple of years ago he would have loved to have gotten home early. Betsy would have been waiting for him with a martini and they would have probably ended up screwing right there on the living-room rug. Lately though, Sam wasn't getting much out of sex with Betsy. Oh, it was good, of course.
Betsy was a great lay. Sam guessed he needed variety, though, or at least something different! Nothing was exciting any more. He knew exactly what Betsy liked and could judge her response in advance to anything that he might do in bed. He loved Betsy, but fucking her had just gotten to be old hat.
Sam pulled up in front of the house, wishing that something exciting would happen, just once. Then he let himself into the house quietly, just in case Betsy should be sleeping. He didn't see her in the kitchen so he headed for the bedroom, tiptoeing quietly so as not to wake her if she was napping.
Sam quietly opened the bedroom door a crack and gasped in shock as he caught sight of his wife Betsy, massaging Lydia's body. At first Sam was too shocked to do anything except stare at the scene before his eyes in astonished fascination. The more he watched, the more he decided that he should definitely not make his presence known. This little scene was just the excitement he had been craving! He could feel his limp cock stir in his pants and grow to outrageous proportions. He didn't know exactly what Betsy and Lydia were doing, but it was certainly turning him on! He rubbed his hard, long cock quietly and stared at the scene right in front of his eyes, sweat dripping from his forehead.
Betsy rolled Lydia over on her back gently, noticing that Lydia didn't protest one bit. Lydia seemed perfectly content to let Betsy do anything she wanted to her. Betsy coated her hands with the sweet-smelling lotion and placed them on Lydia's beautiful, lush titties. Then she massaged and kneaded the delicate flesh with her palms and her fingertips. Lydia moaned in delight. Betsy's fingers felt like feathers, brushing over her hot, quivering titties with light, wonderful touches.
"Oooooooh," she moaned again softly, moving her hips instinctively.
She was lost in a dream of sensuous feeling. She wanted Betsy to go on and on, rubbing her whole body with the delicately scented cream, making her float in a delightful dream of titillating delights.
Sam could scarcely contain himself. He had never seen anything that made him so horny! The afternoon sun shimmered and glinted on Lydia's beautiful body, bathing her in a warm golden glow. She looked almost like a Goddess, she was so beautiful. Her expression was one of complete rapture. Sam longed to touch her golden body and have that delicate, peaceful expression on her pretty face turn to one of lust for him! He slipped his hand to his huge, protruding cock and silently unzipped his pants. He let his massive shaft burst free to throb and pulse in the warm, still afternoon air. He made up his mind to stay right there and not move a muscle, waiting for the girls to really get it on. If he knew Betsy, she had more in mind than just a backrub. He had heard some of those tales of that boarding school she had gone to and he knew that the girls learned a hell of a lot more than books there! He could hardly wait to see his beautiful wife in action.
Betsy ran her smoothly stroking hands down Lydia's glistening body, rubbing and stroking gently. She massaged Lydia's waist and hips with flowing skill until Lydia was quivering and shaking with delight.
"You're so beautiful!" Betsy whispered, letting her hands travel even lower. They were headed straight towards Lydia's fluffy golden beaver and Lydia caught her breath in suspense and anticipation.
Oh, no! The hands had passed by her aching pussy! Lydia trembled with suppressed frustration. She wanted Betsy's hands on her pussy, twining in and out of her golden muff, touching her most private parts with those same light, fleeting touches that she loved so well.
Betsy knew just what she was doing. She passed Lydia's waiting cunt purposefully, without touching, concentrating on every part of Lydia's body except her quivering cunt-mound. She heard Lydia gasp as her hands slid to her thighs, missing completely that one part of her body that ached for her light, provocative touch. Lydia's pussy felt like it was burning up! She could scarcely stand it. She knew now that she wanted Betsy's gentle, skillful fingers on her pretty, moist cunt, too!
Sam watched with undivided attention. He knew exactly what Betsy was doing now. He had done it many times himself, seducing women he had slept with. Betsy was purposely avoiding any real sexual caress, heightening the sensations in Lydia's throbbing cunt, making her body beg for touches on her beautiful pussy, driving Lydia out of her mind with lustful desires! He gripped his long, aching cock tightly and watched with horny eagerness.
Lydia swallowed with difficulty. She was so horny she could hardly stand it. She wanted Betsy's hands on her pussy so badly, she didn't know if she could stand it another moment without screaming in agony. Surely Betsy could read her mind and she wouldn't have to say the words that would cause her so much embarrassment!
Betsy knew what sort of quandary Lydia was going through. She wasn't about to make it easier for her horny neighbor, though. If Lydia wanted her to touch her golden beaver, she was going to have to ask for it! Betsy gave a small, secret smile of satisfaction as she continued to stroke and pet Lydia's body. She knew full well what was going on in her friend's mind and in her body. She let Lydia build up to the point of no return, waiting patiently for the words that would let her do what she wanted to do to Lydia's lovely body!
Finally Lydia reached the pinnacle of passion. She had to be touched! If Betsy didn't touch her hot, throbbing pussy, she would surely die of frustration! Her pussy demanded the same kind of attention that Betsy was giving to the rest of her quivering body. She felt her sweet cunt swell and throb, begging for release.
"Please!" she cried softly. "I've never felt like this in my whole life! Please! Touch me there, Betsy. I just can't stand it if you don't. Touch my pussy! Please!"
Lydia was completely out of her mind with the lustful feelings that Betsy had created with her well-trained hands and gentle sweeping touches.
"Please!" she shouted again, and gasped with delight as she felt Betsy's hands move up, closer and closer to her throbbing, pulsing pussy.
Moving with a sureness born of many such encounters, Betsy reached her goal and parted Lydia's moist pink cunt-lips, not hiding her gasp of delight as she saw Lydia's cunt spread out before her eager eyes! Lydia's pussy was covered with frothy white pussy-juice and the smooth, satiny pussy muscles were moving rhythmically, begging for her expert touches.
Betsy stared with fascination at Lydia's pretty pink pussy. She examined her lusty friend's cunt with her eyes only, not yet touching her horny flesh.
Lydia could feel gush after gush of creamy pussy-juice flood her tight, crimson cunt, and her whole body trembled in anticipation. Then, slowly, Betsy dipped one slim finger into Lydia's delightfully hot pussy, running it lightly around the smooth outer walls. She touched every place with swift, light touches, softer than rose petals on Lydia's hot, lusty flesh.
"Aaaaagh!" Lydia groaned. She pushed her hips upward towards Betsy's stroking fingers. "Touch me harder, Betsy! Please! Harder!" she squealed.
She certainly wasn't shy about asking for what she wanted now! She had discovered the horny wonders of hot woman-love and she was going to enjoy them to the fullest degree!
Betsy eagerly complied with Lydia's request. She touched the quivering girl harder and harder, paying particular attention to Lydia's throbbing and pulsing clitty, poking out randily before her excited eyes. She could hardly wait to lick and suck that delicious little love button into her hot, wet mouth. She knew that she could send Lydia up to the heights of passion.
Sam couldn't believe his eyes! There was his wife, touching Lydia's pretty pussy and he was afforded the chance to see every bit of it, right in a ringside seat! He felt his hard cock jerk and throb uncontrollably, begging and pleading for some kind of release. He grabbed his jerking tool and held it tightly, hoping that Betsy's head would lower and he would be allowed to see her wet, hot tongue tasting and licking Lydia's beautiful tight pussy. He held his breath as Betsy moved her head towards Lydia's throbbing and pulsing cunt.
Sam was not to be disappointed! Betsy's head came lower and lower towards Lydia's burning slit, until her warm lips and tongue were only inches away from Lydia's hot, pink gash.
"Ooooooh!" Lydia squealed, knowing exactly what Betsy was intending to do, and wanting to hasten the arrival of her hot tongue on that sensitive little bump of love flesh so eager for her attention.
"Ooooh!" Lydia moaned again, her voice low and husky. She pushed her hips upward towards Betsy's descending face. Then Betsy's eager tongue was in her wet, hot pussy! It licked the smooth walls of her hot cunt until they were clean and squeaky. Betsy licked and traveled all around Lydia's burning, not twat, slurping and savoring the taste of her excitement.
"Ooooooh! You taste so good!" Betsy murmured, rubbing her whole face in Lydia's creaming snatch.
Lydia could feel her excitement mounting higher and higher with each lick of Betsy's devouring tongue. Her whole body was sent quivering and she raised her hips up off the bed, rising towards Betsy's delightful probing tongue.
Finally, when the length of Lydia's pussy was licked dry with her hot tongue, Betsy moved her attention higher. She headed straight towards the protruding pink bud of Lydia's throbbing clit, running her tongue around in ever-widening circles, almost touching her pulsing clitty, but not quite!
Lydia moved her hips frantically, trying to capture Betsy's delightful tongue with her motions. She thrust her clitty towards Betsy's tongue, trying in vain to force Betsy to touch her in that one, heavenly, sensitive spot aching for her lovely caresses.
"Aaaaaaaagh!" Lydia squealed, her hips thrashing against the mattress. Her eyes were wide with lusty passion. "Suck me!" Lydia screamed loudly. "Pleeeeeeease! Suck meeeeeee!"
Betsy leaned back, staring hard at Lydia's expression of lusty passion. Lydia was definitely ready! She was totally out of her mind with lust! She trembled like a dandelion in a summer wind, hips thrashing and ass-cheeks scraping against the bed with wild abandon. She could hardly wait for the delightful descent of Betsy's hot, probing tongue. Betsy smiled lewdly at her beautiful neighbor, spread out before her. Lydia was totally willing to obey her every command if only she would lick and suck her throbbing little clitty. If only George could see Lydia now! Betsy bet that George had never gotten Lydia this horny!
Suddenly, Betsy's mouth came down, plunging forward. She buried her lips around Lydia's prominent clitty which was standing straight up, begging for her attention.
"Oh, God!" Lydia screamed as Betsy's tongue darted across her inflamed clitty. "Oh, God! Don't stop! Pleeeeeease!"
Lydia pushed her pretty cunt upward again into Betsy's willing face. Her legs were trembling so hard it seemed as if an earthquake were shaking her whole body. She muttered little inaudible sounds as Betsy licked and sucked at her pulsing love bud. She could feel her cunt-cream flowing freely, filling her hot, burning pussy with the creamy white fluids of her passion. She strained upward even farther, grinding her whole pussy against Betsy's face, seeking Betsy's delightful mouth and probing tongue with her burning, hard clit.
Betsy brushed Lydia's near-exploding clitty with her teeth, nipping at the sensitive bud sharply. Just a touch of her teeth brought forth another squeal of passion from Lydia and another flood of pussy-cream. Then Betsy sucked Lydia's little love bud into the furnace of her mouth, rubbing and licking it with her tongue and teeth. She squeezed down gently with her wet, hot lips and rolled it around like a pretty, little marble.
"Aaaaaagh!" Lydia squealed. "Oh, Betsy! Don't stop! Ooooooooh!"
Betsy felt Lydia begin to shudder with rhythmic contractions. Lydia's hands were in her hair, winding in and out of the long strands, pulling at it like it was a rope, forcing Betsy downward, downward into her steaming depths. Downward to almost down in the delightful-tasting cream of her steaming, burning pussy!
Suddenly Sam couldn't stand to just watch any more. His cock lunged upward with a fierce jerk and he rose desperately to his feet, groaning with passion. He didn't care about remaining hidden any longer! He didn't care about watching to see what would happen between his wife and his beautiful neighbor, Lydia! All he cared about was his hard, aching cock and being able to bury it in one or both of the beautiful pussies he saw before him! He pushed open the bedroom door and let out a bellow like a bull moose.
Lydia and Betsy stopped dead. Their heads turned. Theft mouths dropped open and expressions of surprised fear crossed their pretty faces. Then Betsy started laughing.
"Sam!" she chuckled, trying to catch her breath. "You really scared the shit out of me! I thought maybe it was George! What are you doing home so early?"
Lydia gazed at her friend in surprise. "Betsy!" she whispered. "What shall we do? Isn't he mad?"
Betsy laughed all the harder. "Come on, Lydia! He doesn't look mad, does he? The only thing Sam looks is turned on, and I can't say I blame him! How long have you been standing out there watching, Sam?"
Sam grinned. "Long enough to know I want to get in on the action!" he retorted, reaching out to pinch Betsy's nipple. "How about it, honey? Couldn't you two ladies use a little cock to spice things up? I'm sure I could contribute something to this little scene!"
Betsy took one look at the huge bulge poking out of the front of her husband's pants and gasped in delight. "Ooooooooow! Look at that cock!" she gasped, turning to Lydia with a pleased expression on her face. "Would you like it, or shall I?"
Lydia laughed merrily. "Be my guest," she replied, beginning to relax about the whole thing. "I'm still nervous about this afternoon. I don't want to take the chance of fucking anyone after what happened to Marylou!"
Sam looked at Lydia and then at Betsy. "What happened anyway?" he asked curiously.
"We'll tell you later," Betsy replied finally. "Right now I think all of us have other things on our minds!"
Sam smiled lewdly. "Well, it's all up to you two girls," he remarked. "I'll do whatever you want me to as long as I get some good, hot pussy!"
Betsy grinned at him happily. "Lydia doesn't want to make it with you right now, Sam, but I don't think she'd object if you licked her pretty pink pussy a little."
Sam grinned happily. Whatever turned the girls on was fine with him! He noticed that Betsy didn't put any sort of restrictions on her own sexual preferences for the afternoon. His hard cock jerked and throbbed as he thought of sticking his mammoth shaft in his wife's tight hot pussy and licking Lydia's cunt as well. How lucky could one man get?
Betsy got up from her position on the bed and pulled Sam down to join her. She rubbed her fingers over his completely hard cock and licked her lips eagerly.
"Come on and fuck me, honey," she invited, and unzipped his pants, setting his huge hard cock free.
Sam moaned in pleasure. He didn't need any words to understand what his hot, horny wife wanted. Before, when he had just watched Betsy and Lydia get it on, his swelling cock had almost burst with stored-up cock-cream! Now the pressure in his balls was almost unbearable. Sam grabbed Betsy's head and forced her to kneel in front of his huge erection.
"Suck my cock!" he demanded, pushing her head down lower and lower, until her head and lips were almost touching his purplish cock-head.
Betsy giggled hornily. She didn't need a second invitation to suck something as tasty as her husband's giant, rock-hard cock! She rammed her head down on his long, pulsing prick and took the whole shaft into her mouth with one hungry gulp!
Sam's eyes rolled back into his head at the first touch of her hot, wet lips on his rigid, aching barrel. Her hot, smooth tongue flicked out of her lips and licked the length of his hard shaft. It snaked around in circles, revolving around the very tip of his dick. Then her naughty little pink tongue reamed in his juicy piss-hole, lapping out the drop of cock-cream that hung suspended at the end of his shiny cock-head.
He reached out and grasped her shimmering ass in his hands and brought his hips forward even farther, ramming his hard, long cock up to the balls in her wet, burning mouth, almost gagging her with the ferocity of his thrust. He wanted to be buried up to the hilt in her smooth, sucking, hot mouth!
Betsy opened her mouth even wider and sucked harder and harder, trying to get every inch of Sam's delicious tasting, giant cock. She just couldn't get enough of the heady, salty taste of his cream. She wanted him to ram his beautiful cock all the way down her throat and then some, filling her up completely with his delicious cock!
Sam looked quickly at Lydia, who was sitting on the bed, right next to him, eagerly watching Betsy suck his long, hard prick. One frantic hand had slipped to her wet, hot pussy and she was finger-fucking herself rapidly, obviously turned on by the scene before her big, blue eyes. Sam caught his breath and tried to tell Lydia not to worry. He would take care of her, too – but Betsy recaptured his attention!
She had begun to literally devour his dick as if she were a starving baby, sucking and mouthing his hard cock with smooth pulling motions, making his throbbing nuts pulse and ache with desire. He reached down and found her pulsing cunt. He wanted to feel the warm wetness of her excitement on his fingers.
She was flooding! Pools of hot, creamy pussy-juice flowed over his roughly grasping fingers and ran down his arm in rivulets! Betsy was really ready to be fucked and Sam could hardly wait to sink his pulsing cock into her burning, flooding pussy!
"Enough!" Sam shouted as he shoved Betsy's sucking mouth away from his hard, almost exploding cock with a violent motion.
He wasn't ready to come yet. There was a lot more fucking he wanted to do! He pushed her backward to the bed, quickly positioning himself on top of her lush, quivering body. Then he plunged his hard, massive shaft into her steamy hot pussy. He felt the flood of creamy pussy-juice welcome him into her starving cunt.
He lunged away in complete bliss. He pumped and plunged into her quivering, grasping cunt. He felt her warm, trembling body shiver and shake with passion beneath him. Her beautiful smooth ass-cheeks glimmered arid quivered in the light.
Sam rolled her quickly over on top of him so that she was planted firmly right on top of his throbbing, bucking cock. He wanted her to ride him like a bucking bronco and he was ready to give her the roughest and most enjoyable ride she had ever had!
Lydia watched Betsy and Sam with horny interest. Her slim hand was buried inside her own steaming pussy, and she grasped the hard nub of her throbbing clitty, rubbing the tip lightly between her fingers. She pinched lightly and pulled gently on the sensitive love bud until she felt her cunt-juice flowing like a river. It gushed from her steaming cunt and dripped to the bed below. She was so horny she could scarcely control herself. The sight of Betsy riding ecstatically and noisily on Sam's stiff, huge cock did nothing to lessen her excitement. She wished that she were the one on top of Sam! Then she remembered Betsy telling Sam that he could lick her pussy. She felt like jumping right into the scene herself, but she was a little nervous. She decided to get Betsy's attention and let Betsy initiate the action!
Lydia watched Betsy's beautiful, bobbing titties shimmer in the light, and she had an idea. She knew the perfect way to get Betsy's attention without taking her away from the pleasures of her fuck. Her bobbing titties were just begging to be sucked and licked! Lydia would do just that!
She crawled closer to the couple entwined on the bed. Sam and Betsy were squealing and panting with passion. She reached out boldly and placed both of her hands squarely on Betsy's bouncing titties, squeezing firmly and tugging gently.
Betsy opened her eyes and saw the unmistakable look on Lydia's face.
"Come on, Lydia," she giggled. "There's always room for more! Why don't you sit on Sam's face and let him lick your pretty pussy? You can play with my boobs at the same time!"
Lydia shuddered with excitement. She had never been in a three-way thing before, but now was no time to be doubtful. She was too horny to be too concerned about proprieties. She had to find someone to bring her off and she didn't care who it was!
"You'd like to suck Lydia's pussy, wouldn't you, Sam?" Betsy asked, knowing what her horny husband's answer would be.
Sam just opened his mouth and smiled up at Lydia, sticking his tongue out teasingly and wiggling it around to show her that he was in definite favor of Betsy's suggestion. He reached out with strong arms and guided Lydia's trembling ass to his face.
Lydia trembled and quivered in passion as she squatted squarely over Sam's face. She slowly lowered her creamy pink pussy to his hot mouth and protruding tongue. Just as his long, rough tongue dove into her open, creamy cunt, she grabbed Betsy's bouncing titties again and squeezed. Betsy's hard, long nipples stood straight out and winked at her.
Betsy let out a gasp of appreciation and delight. She leaned forward slightly and gave Lydia full access to her large, firm jugs. Every time that Betsy raised and lowered herself on Sam's huge cock, Lydia's fingers twisted and pulled at her throbbing nipples, sending Betsy higher and higher in a cloud of lust and delight! Then Sam started working in earnest on Lydia's hot, pulsing cunt.
"Oooooooh!" Lydia screamed as Sam's hot, rough tongue shot out, licking all over the smooth, hot surface of her slick pussy-lips.
Sam's eager tongue traveled around and around, exploring and probing in Lydia's throbbing pussy, licking her smooth cunt-walls clean and finally discovering the ring of her tiny pussy-hole and running around the rim in lightning quick motions and flicks.
"Aaaaaagh!" Lydia squealed, hardly able to bear the delicious sensations that swept through her body.
She clamped down hard on Betsy's nipples with her fingers, pinching and tweaking them with abandon. Sam's tongue probed deeper and deeper, shoving in her tight pussy-hole as far as he could go, twisting and turning inside her tasty twat. Lydia shuddered and quivered, almost losing her balance on Sam's mouth, but his strong arms held her in place firmly, and his tongue never missed a stroke in her hot, burning slit.
Sam moved higher and higher until he came to the protruding bud of her hard, little clitty, flicking lightly across the tip and covering the whole love bud with the flat of his hot tongue. Then he applied a gentle but persistent pressure.
"Aaaaaagh!" Lydia screamed again and again as his tongue lapped and smoothed over her pulsing slit, driving her absolutely wild with stored-up desires!
Then Sam sucked Lydia's throbbing clitty all the way into his mouth, biting down sharply with his teeth in little nipping bites which drove her even further into the pool of lust.
"Aaaaaagh!" Lydia squealed incoherently, not believing that she could be experiencing such joy. "Eat meeee!" she screamed again and again. "Don't stop! Bite my clitty! Eat me all up!"
Sam rolled Lydia's stiff, little clitty around with his tongue, sucking and biting in glee. He played with her love bud the way that a cat plays with a mouse, sneaking up on it and biting when she least expected it, driving her out of her head with passion. He could feel her mounting excitement flood after flood of her creamy cunt-juice filled his mouth and rolled down his chin. The exciting sweet taste of her pussy-juice was driving him wild, and Betsy's pumping motion on his throbbing cock was giving him double pleasure! He could feel Betsy's sucking pussy grab his dick with millions of grasping little fingers, squeezing his hard, pulsing shaft, pleading with him to fill her eager cunt with his hot, juicy cock-cream.
Sam licked Lydia's hot, pulsing pussy desperately, feeling her shudder and shake with passion. She was making little grabbing noises of pleasure that excited him even further. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out. This was the most exciting fuck he had ever had!
Lydia gasped as she felt Betsy's hands reach out and grasp her firm titties, twisting and turning them, almost as if she were trying to pull them right off her chest. Betsy plucked and pinched as if she were picking cherries off a tree, sending delicious shivers of pleasure through Lydia's body.
Betsy plunged away even faster on Sam's hard cock, thrusting her hot, steaming pussy down on his hard prick with incredible force and bouncing up with the same momentum, creating sucking noises that came directly from her frothy, sucking pussy.
Lydia twisted and turned on Sam's face, feeling the forceful sucking action of his mouth and lips. The harder Betsy bounced the harder Sam sucked and Lydia was almost out of her mind with lust. It felt like Sam was frying to pull her clitty right out of her hot, steaming pussy with the suction of his mouth.
"Ooooooooow!" she screamed as Sam clamped down tightly on her hard clitty with his lips, imprisoning her little bud with his hot, firm lips. She was stuck fast to his face, firmly anchored his tightly clamped lips, at the mercy of his probing, prodding tongue.
Sam flicked Lydia's little hard love bud with his tongue, licking back and forth like a snake, feeling her clitty throb and swell in his burning mouth. Her pulsing clitty grew even longer at the intrusions of his hot, rough tongue, extending out to its full excited length, quivering and pulsing in passion.
Then Lydia felt another sensation run rampant through her shaking and shivering body. Betsy leaned forward and ran her tongue around her nipple, nipping sharply at the tip, teasing and probing with her tongue in the way Lydia loved best.
"Oooohhhh!" Lydia gasped, not believing the delicious sensations that went rippling through her excited body.
"Bite it! Please! Bite my nipple!"
Betsy bit down with relish, chewing and pinching with her lips and teeth. She worried Lydia's little knob like a dog worries a bone. This sent Lydia into the very center of a blaze of passion, twirling her away with delight. Then, suddenly, Sam released his hold on her throbbing clitty!
"Noooooo!" Lydia screamed, grinding her flooding pussy into his face. "Don't stop!" she screamed in frustrated agony. "I'm almost there! Don't stop! PLeeeeease!"
Sam had no intention of stopping! He just wanted to give the rest of Lydia's gushing pussy the same attention he had been giving her rock-hard little clit! Slowly, he ran his hard, rough tongue over the walls of Lydia's creaming pussy, feeling the excited woman tremble above him. He could hear Betsy groaning and he tried not to get carried away by the clenching and slamming of her hot little pussy on his hard, throbbing cock. He had to hold out until Lydia had a chance to come. It was a matter of honor!
Lydia felt as if her whole pussy were on fire. Sam's tongue sent little darting tongues of flame through her body, making her shudder and cry out in pleasure and torment. His long tongue was at the entrance to her pussy-hole now and she let out a scream of pure delight as he pushed inside. Then he started to turn and twist like a corkscrew, inching his way completely inside of her hole. He wiggled back and forth as much as her tight, little pussy would allow, pumping his tongue inside her twat like a miniature cock.
Lydia clamped her pussy muscles tightly around Sam's tongue, trying to keep him deep inside of ha. She loved the feeling of being possessed by such a delightfully naughty tongue! She could feel her pussy clutching and gripping him with rippling motions, imprisoning his raspy tongue in her steaming snatch.
Suddenly she felt Betsy bite down again on her nipple. Sharp little nips of pleasure jerked and rippled through her, sending her to the very peak of desire. Then she began to come, riding wave after wave of intense pleasure, taking her higher and higher and higher until she reached the pinnacle of delight. With a cry of ecstasy she was flying off the edge of pleasure and floating gently down, sending burst after burst of frothy white cunt-cream down Sam's delighted throat!
She felt Sam tense and she heard Betsy gasp in pleasure. Sam started to explode inside of Betsy's pulsing pussy, his whole body shaking beneath Lydia in the convulsions of pleasure as he groaned and screamed against her still-throbbing pussy.
Lydia watched Betsy closely. Betsy's face was a mask of complete lust! Her head was thrown back in excitement and her eyes were blind with passion. Then her whole body started to shake with the tremors of a massive orgasm. Lydia felt like she was sitting on top of an earthquake. Both Sam and Betsy were shuddering with passion as burst after burst of pleasure shook their bodies!
A few minutes later Betsy, Sam and Lydia were lying relaxed on the big king-sized bed.
"Now what was all this about a rough afternoon?" Sam asked Lydia.
"Oh… it's a really long story. I guess you'd better ask Betsy…" Lydia faltered, not knowing just how much of the story Betsy wanted her husband to know.
She listened while Betsy game Sam a quick run-down of the afternoon, leaving out nothing.
"So you see," Betsy concluded, "poor Marylou was just trying to get some satisfaction and then George had to go and ruin it all!"
"You say that Marylou is afraid to ask Henry for a piece of ass because he's such an old stick in the mud?" Sam asked, an amused expression crossing his handsome face.
"Well, you know that!" Lydia answered quickly. "Look at how old Henry never even takes a drink when we have our backyard barbecues. He's just a fuddy-duddy!"
"I'm not so sure about that," Sam answered her, grinning widely. "I'll tell you what, girls. I'll have a little talk with Henry tomorrow and see exactly how fuddy-duddy he really is. Then we can figure out something so Marylou doesn't get in this kind of a bind again. Now, what do you want to do about George?" he asked, turning to Lydia.
"Oh, I don't know!" she wailed. "I'm not really that mad, but I sure would like to teach him a lesson! I don't want him running around spanking and fucking all the wives in the neighborhood!"
"Well, let me sound out Henry tomorrow and then we'll see what we can do to teach George a lesson," Sam concluded. "Right now, I'm going down to the refrigerator to get myself a nice, cold beer. How about you girls? Want one?"
"Oh, no thanks, Sam. I really should get on home before George gets there," Lydia replied, dressing quickly.
"All right," Betsy called out as Lydia got ready to leave. "I'll be over in the morning. If you need anything tonight, just give me a call and Sam and I will come right over."
"Thanks," Lydia replied, "but I think everything'll be just fine. George got enough ass and pussy this afternoon to calm him down for a week! He'll probably come right home and sack out."