The young man, named Bobby, was a sophomore at the local community college. He lived with his girlfriend Marge in a brick apartment complex a few blocks from the college, which Marge, a freshman, also attended.
To Carol, Bobby was a big shy kid, an older, taller version of Fritz. Marge, although younger than Bobby, seemed older and more sophisticated. She had straight blonde hair, gray eyes, and tits as large as Carol's, although she was shorter than Carol and not nearly as well built. "Bobby, wherever did you find this gorgeous specimen?" Marge said. "The local beauty pageant?" The girl was sitting on the bed, massaging her pussy as Carol undressed in front of her. She was all eyes as Carol's tits popped into view and jiggled invitingly.
"I found her in a parking lot," Bobby said. "A real dark parking lot." He pulled off his T-shirt and jeans and tossed them on a chair in the corner of the bedroom. A long, thick hard-on jutted from his loins. Except for the thatch of hair on his groin, the rest of his body was relatively hairless.
Marge got up off the bed and moved slowly toward Carol, her eyes on Carol's eyes, a faint smile on her lips. She hadn't a stitch on her eighteen-year-old body. She'd been watching TV stark naked when Bobby and Carol arrived.
"So, you like girls, too," Marge said. She pressed herself against Carol.
"Naturally," Carol said. "Doesn't everybody?"
Their tits pressed together and they kissed. They moved against each other, rubbing bellies and pussies.
Carol sighed as Marge's wet tongue wiggled in her mouth. She stroked Marge's ass and up and down Marge's back. Marge's foot stroked up and down the back of Carol's leg. Marge broke their kiss and slid to her knees in front of Carol.
"Spread your legs," the girl said. "I want a taste of that puffed-up pussy."
As the two women made love, Bobby was busy getting ready his portable video recorder and camera. He also checked the film and flash on his Nikon.
"I hope you don't mind me taking a few pictures," he said to Carol. "I really get off on pictures."
"Sometimes I think he'd rather look at his pictures and beat himself off than stick his cock between my legs," Marge said. "But I don't mind, as long as he brings me girls like you to play with."
"Go ahead," Carol said. "Take all the pictures you want." She was turned on by the idea of being photographed and videotaped as she performed with Marge. She imagined showing the pictures to Hyatt, just to see his reaction to them.
Marge spread Carol's cuntlips. The cum of countless men oozed out of her pussy, trickling down the insides of her thighs.
"My God!" Marge said. "What have you been doing, fucking bulls or something? The jizz is pouring out of you like Niagara Falls. Excuse me for saying it, but you smell a little pissy, too."
"She got gang-banged in that dark parking lot," Bobby said. "And pissed on, too. Wish I could of caught it all on film."
"Gang-banged!" Marge said. "And pissed on, too! Some girls have all the luck! Look at all this jizz."
She plunged her face between Carol's legs and started slurping.
Carol groaned, pressing on the girl's head to make her lick deeper. Marge's hair was incredibly silky and soft, her face hot. Carol rubbed her seething pussy all over the girl's lips and nose. Jism and pussy cream drenched the girl's cheeks.
Bobby snapped several quick flash pictures, then strapped on his portable VCR and moved around the two women, catching them on videotape. He leaned close, filming the expressions on the women's faces, taping his girlfriend's tongue slurping up and down Carol's spread cunt gash. He had to pause often to squeeze and stroke his rigid cock, which looked as if it would split open with hardness. Every so often his cock would flex and a spittle-like strand of fuck-lube would drip to the floor.
Carol clung to Marge's blonde head. As the fuck-thrills rushed through her body, she became so dizzy that she almost toppled over. Marge sucked like a leech, vacuuming the jism out of Carol's cunt. She lapped up the drool that had run down Carol's legs, then slipped around behind Carol to lick her asshole.
"Looks like somebody likes to get fucked in the ass as much as I do," the girl said. She spread Carol's asscheeks wide and licked up and down Carol's ass crack. Her tongue slipped up Carol's asshole, fucking, tasting, probing deeper and deeper.
"That's marvelous!" Carol moaned. "Suck it!"
Marge sucked hungrily, vacuuming the cum out of Carol's asshole. Then she kissed Carol's asscheeks and slid up Carol's backside, nibbling the back of Carol's neck, squeezing and stroking Carol's tits.
"You're delicious!" the girl said. "Now let's lie down and you can taste me." She pushed Carol toward the bed.
The girl lay face-up on the bed, her legs spread wide, her fingers holding her cunt wide open. Carol crouched between her legs, sniffing her succulent pink fuck-hole. Bobby moved in behind Carol, photographing Carol's ass and cunt, which were shoved up high in the air.
"Lick it," Marge said. "It tastes like candy." The girl's cunt smelled musky, and it tasted more tart and salty than it did sweet, but once Carol got a taste of it, she thought she could lick it forever. She envisioned the hundreds of juicy cunts she'd drooled over earlier this evening at Zebra Bookstore, and now Marge's cunt represented them all, became a composite of all the cunts she'd hungered for a taste of this evening in the bookstore. She pressed her nose and lips deep between the girl's sizzling cunt slabs, and she slurped and sucked. She gnawed at the girl's stiff clit filing her tongue at the tip of it.
Marge arched up, grinding her cunt in Carol's face. "Ohhhhh, God!" Her pussy pulsated rhythmically, leaking hot juice as it contracted. "Suck me! I'm coming!"
Bobby focused his video camera in on his girlfriend's pleasure-contorted face, on her clutching toes as she jerked with spasms, humping her cunt against Carol's mouth.
Carol growled like a hungry animal, sucking down the girl's delicious fuck-juices. She rubbed her face all over between the girl's legs, until her face was dripping with pussy juice. When Marge slumped back, spent and exhausted, Carol kissed her way down the girl's legs to her toes, then rubbed her wet face between the girl's feet.
"This is hotter than the gang-bang in the parking lot," Bobby said. "Nothing turns me on more than seeing two women do it together. Here, do something with this." He tossed Carol's newly purchased rubber dildo onto the bed.
Marge picked up the rubber cock, squeezing it up and down as if it were a real cock. "Too bad this ain't yours, Bobby. I love 'em big."
"Eight inches is big enough for me," Bobby said. "I wouldn't want one a foot long."
"That's what they all say," Marge said.
"Fuck yourself!" Bobby said.
"Whatever you say," Marge said. "After all, you're the director." She shoved the head of the dildo against her open cunt. "Wanna help me, Carol?"
As Marge braced herself, Carol gripped the blunt end of the rubber cock and began to twist the knob between Marge's cuntlips. The dildo was easily more than a foot long, more like a foot and a half, and it was as thick as Carol's forearm. Marge's pussylips stretched so thin that Carol feared they'd rip.
"Don't let up!" Marge gasped. "Keep the pressure on! Shove it in me!"
Slowly, the enormous rubber cock entered the writhing girl. Inch by inch, it fucked up her juicy cunt hole as Carol shoved it and twisted it. A foot of it disappeared inside Marge's pussy.
"That's enough!" Marge gasped, her eyes wide. "I can't take anymore! Now fuck me with it, Carol! Oh God, fuck me with it!"
Carol began to fuck the rubber cock in and out. Marge arched up, grinding her pelvis, clawing her toes into the mattress. Pussy juice frosted the pink shaft of the dildo, some of it dripping off. Carol crouched close, watching the dildo slide in and out, licking the tart girl-cream off the cockshaft.
"Man, this is hot!" Bobby muttered, the lens of his video camera whirring as he focused in close on his girlfriend's dildo-stuffed pussy.
Carol reached over and grabbed his rigid prick. It felt almost as thick as the rubber cock she was fucking Marge with. As she pulled him toward her, he braced one knee on the bed and videotaped her sucking his cock.
"Suck it!" he whispered. "Oh, yeahhh!" Her lips slid up and down his cockshaft. She churned her tongue at the underside of his prickknob. His cock bucked in her mouth, fuck-lube oozing out of it. He kept the camera aimed at her bobbing head, her sliding lips. His cock began to quiver dangerously, and he ripped it out of her mouth at the last possible moment. A few drops of hot win shot from his cock and hit her in the face.
"Not yet," he gasped, watching his cock flex. "I like to hold it, build up as much feeling as I can before I unload."
"Not me!" Marge moaned. "I like to come – all I can!" She churned her hips, working her cunt on the sliding dildo, squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples.
Carol pistoned the dildo.
Marge arched up, groaning. "Ohhh, I'm coming!"
Carol felt vibrations in the dildo as she churned it in Marge's spuming pussy. The young girl looked so pretty, so flushed with pleasure as she came, that Marge picked up her right leg and kissed it from knee to toes.
"Darling!" Carol purred. "Gorgeous darling!"
As Marge's orgasm subsided, Carol sprawled out on top of her, kissing her, rubbing her tits against Marge's tits.
"Now I'll fuck you," Marge said. "How do you want it?"
Carol pushed away from the girl and rose to her hands and knees, showing Marge her upturned ass.
"In the back door, huh?" Marge sat up, the juice-slippery dildo in her hand. "I like it in the back door myself. Here goes!" She shoved the dildo against Carol's cunt and the cockhead slipped inside instantly.
"You're juicier than I am!" Marge said. "Never met a girl juicier than me before." She rammed the dildo in as far as it would go.
Carol jerked her head back, gasping, panting. "What's the matter? Too big for you?" Marge said.
"Fuck me!" Carol said, her teeth clenched. She wiggled her ass. "Fuck me!"
Marge yanked the dildo nearly all the way out, then rammed it back in.
"Oh, God!" Carol had never been fucked so deep.
Marge laughed. She pulled the dildo out, rammed it back.
Carol writhed.
Marge pulled out, rammed in. Out, in. Out, in. Faster. Faster. The fuck-juices gushed down Carol's legs.
"Eeeeee!" Carol squealed. "Ohhh, God!" Marge got up on her knees behind Carol, the dildo gripped tightly in her right hand, her arm jerking as she fucked the rubber cock in again and again. As she dildo-fucked Carol, she began to slap Carol's ass.
Carol gasped, jerked. Her ass stung, on fire. Her tits flapped wildly as her body was jolted by the plunging dildo and Marge's smacking hand.
"Fuck me!" Carol gibbered. "Fuck me!"
"You've got the most beautiful ass!" Marge said, and she started biting Carol's asscheeks, licking them, kissing them, slobbering on her ass.
The dildo plunged. Juice poured down Carol's legs. Marge gnawed Carol's ass, slapped and clawed Carol's ass. Carol whined, moaned, exploded.
"Jesus God, I'm coming!" Carol gasped as the spasms swept through her loins, as the fuck pleasure pulsed through her belly and tits, down her legs and up her spine.
Marge couldn't lap up Carol's fuck-juices fast enough. She lapped like a dog as she rammed the dildo in and out of Carol's spasming cunt. "Oh Carol, oh baby!"
Bobby moved from one side of the bed to the other, his video camera recording every juicy detail of the scene. At times he operated the camera with one hand so he could squeeze his rigid, itch-saturated prick.
"This is great!" he mumbled. "This is my best movie yet."
Her pleasure spent at last, Carol got off the bed and put her arm around Bobby. "Why don't you put that camera down and join us? Come on, Bobby, join the fun."
"Yeah," Marge said. "Put that silly camera down and give us some real cock."
"I wanna get just a little more of you two on tape," Bobby said.
"You've got enough tapes," Marge said, sliding off the bed. "You've already got more tapes in your closet than you'll ever be able to watch."
Bobby gave in. He put down his camera and the two women pulled him down on the bed. He lay face-up as Marge and Carol went to work on him.
They lay belly-down beside him, their tongues flicking up and down his rigid cock. He moaned as they licked, treating his prickhead as if it were a scoop of ice cream on top of a cone. As Marge went down on his cock, Carol licked his balls.
Marge's head bobbed. Carol engulfed his balls one at a time, tonguing them. He arched up, grunting, thrusting. Marge released his cock.
"Not yet, buster," Marge said. "We're just starting to have fun with it."
Bobby moaned, his cock jumping against his belly.
"Let's fuck him," Marge said.
"Just what I was thinking," Carol said. She straddled him, rubbed his prickhead between her cuntlips, sank his cock up her cunt – to the hilt.
"Aww, mannn!" Bobby tossed his head deliriously, bounced his ass against the mattress, fucking his cock in Carol's pussy.
"Skin his cock alive!" Marge said. She leaned over, chewing on Bobby's nipples, nuzzling and licking his armpits. She shoved her tongue in his mouth, down his throat. As his eyes rolled back and his body started to shake, she toppled Carol off him. "Not yet, Bobby! Not yet, damn it!"
"I'm gonna fucking explode!" He grabbed for his cock, but the women restrained him.
"Cool it," Marge said. "Relax." She let him cool off a minute before she sat on his cock, taking it up her asshole.
"I love it up your hot, fucking ass!" Bobby growled, thrusting upward and grinding his cock inside her.
As Marge ass-fucked Bobby's cock, Carol shoved the rubber dildo up her own cunt, lubing it well with her own cunt juices before she pulled it out again and offered it to Marge to lick. Marge licked the pink dildo as if it were a candy cane. When Marge had licked it clean, Carol dipped the dildo in her own cunt again. She withdrew it and rubbed it on Bobby's lips.
"Want a taste of pussy?" Carol said.
Delirious, out of his mind with excitement, the writhing young man licked Carol's fuck juices off the dildo.
"Your turn, Carol," Marge said, and she pulled up off Bobby's cock.
"Damn!" Bobby said. "Let me come!"
Facing Bobby, Carol impaled herself on Bobby's fucker, this time taking it up her asshole. His cock slipped in easily, like a buttered corn cob.
Marge worked the dildo up Carol's pussy. "Now you've got two of 'em in you, Carol."
"Wonderful!" Carol moaned. "Marvelous!" She fucked her asshole on the youth's rigid prick as Marge plunged the dildo in her cunt.
Marge plopped her ass in Bobby's face. She rubbed her asshole and crotch in his mouth, enticing him to eat her.
Bobby thrust upward, grinding his cock in Carol's ass guts. He was drunk on the scent and taste of woman. He was drowning in the flesh and juices of woman. He wanted to bury his head in Marge's steaming cunt. He wanted to fuck his entire body up Carol's asshole. His toes curled hard. He drove upward, ramming his cock at her ass.
"Ohhh yeahhhh!" he moaned, shaking from head to toes.
"Get off him!" Marge said, but it was too late. The moment his cock slipped from Carol's asshole, his jism exploded from him like fireworks.
"Ohhhhhhh! Awwwwwww!"
He thrust wildly, spurting cum two feet straight up as the women pumped his cock. Jism splashed in their faces, on their tits. Jism drenched their jerking fists. Bobby growled like an animal, sinking his teeth into Marge's cunt.
The dildo was still in Carol's cunt, the free end of it braced against the bed. As cum splashed her in the face, she brought herself off. At the same moment, Marge exploded in Bobby's mouth. The two women moaned with mutual pleasure.
Pussy juice drenched Bobby's face. Cum drenched the two women. They smeared his cum all over his belly, all over his cock and balls. They smeared his cum on each other's tits, fed each other his cum from their fingertips. As their spasms passed away, they kissed each other, licking cum off each other's lips.
"Did you ever see so much cum shoot out of one cock?" Marge said. "I've got the spunkiest guy in town, Carol."
Carol smiled. She lay down beside Bobby, relaxing. As Marge licked Bobby's cock and balls clean, Carol and Bobby kissed. His mouth tasted of pussy.
Spunkiest guy in town? Carol thought. That was certainly debatable. Maybe she should introduce Marge to Fritz or Richard, or to any of the other men Carol had fucked with these last few days. Marge might change her mind.
One thing was certain, though. Carol knew she was married to the least-spunky man in town. She thought of Hyatt, right now dreaming away as visions of currency and Kruggerands danced behind his closed eyes. Hyatt was a lost cause. It was time to give up on him. Hyatt could live his life, she would lead hers, and if ever he discovered what she was up to and didn't like it, then fuck him! She'd gladly accept her walking papers. There were men all over this town who'd appreciate her, men all over this town who deserved her more than Hyatt did.
She nuzzled Bobby's ear. "Wanna fuck some more, spunky?"