Kathy felt serene, lost in a dreamy fog, free at last from the nagging voice of guilt that scolded her for fucking another man. She had cum how many times? Five or six. After that she'd lost count.
George had worked his patient cock so skillfully, coaxing her along, driving to reach nerves she'd never been aware of, lifting her to dizzying heights of passion she'd never dreamed possible.
George lay beside her on the fleecy rug, his lean body relaxed, his long cock soft but not yet completely satisfied. He'd grown weary of his role as teacher. As exciting as it was to feel her lithe young body finally tense and strain, and then explode into the screaming joy of orgasm, his restless prick yearned to be set free – to fuck hard and long with no need to hold back his natural desire.
Don sprawled limp with Ellen close beside him. Her warm hand rested softly at the root of his swollen cock, teasing it lightly up and down. "It'll be hard at first," she said in a tone oddly like a warning.
He moaned a throaty sound and said, "It's getting hard already."
"I mean going back – seeing Kathy, your wife."
"Oooh, God!" A sudden feeling of sickness chilled him to the bone. The stroke of her sensuous hand felt all at once outrageously obscene. "I can't face her!"
"Of course you can. And you will. She needs you now more than ever."
"But…" Don's voice trailed off. His chest felt crushed by the burden of guilt. "… but she must have heard us. She knows we didn't spend all this time looking at the furniture or checking the damn floor plan of your condominium."
"She knows," Ellen agreed in a voice as cool and soothing as a mountain stream. "And you know too. You heard her moan and scream and beg for more. You can't think she and George were just sitting there sipping champagne…"
"And that makes it even worse!" Don said, a troubled look spreading darkly across his handsome face. "I heard how worked up she was. What if she doesn't want me now?"
"She'll want you more than ever," Ellen assured him. "She'll be more open and honest about her desires too. And so will you."
Her dark eyes settled on the rigid swelling of Don's big cock, and a knowing smile curved her full red lips. "Why don't you go in there right now and give that beautiful little blonde what she's been wanting for so long?"
Don blushed red, embarrassed and ashamed of his naked body, self-conscious of the long prick lanced up sharply in anxious desire.
"No!" he said flatly. "I can't… not like this. Not with George there."
"He's seen hot cocks before," Ellen said with a hint of brittle impatience crackling in her voice. In fact, next to ramming his own big cock into a soft, sweet cunt, one of the things George enjoyed most was watching a thick, long prick grind into his wife's eager pussy. But of course they both knew that Don, being so anxious and inexperienced, wasn't ready for anything nearly as wild as that. At least not yet.
Ellen smiled forgivingly and rose to her feet. "I'll go first. Give me one minute… after that, George will be too damn busy to look at, or even think about you."
"All right," he said uncertainly, watching entranced as Ellen slipped back into her misty, white robe. She left the robe open in front, clearly showing her dense thatch of gleaming, black cunt hair and the shadowed canyon between her proud tits. At the door, she paused and swept her long raven hair over one shoulder, tossing it to spill softly, mingling and contrasting sharply with the delicate, feathery trim of the robe.
"I'm only wearing this because George gets so hot while he rips it off." Then she turned and started down the hall, saying, "I'll see you in a minute."
Don found to his surprise that he couldn't wait half that long. He followed close behind, eyes locked on the seductive sway of Ellen's shapely ass. At the living room door he held back, his eyes burning with curiosity, his cock swelling harder with each step she took.
Kathy felt a stabbing chill the instant Ellen stepped into the room. Her head spun toward the door, swirling her silky, golden hair.
Ellen seemed not to notice that Kathy was even in the room. She walked straight toward George, one hand reached out, curved invitingly. The other teased a rich, wide collar of cunt hair that gleamed with the shimmering luster of mink.
George rose quickly, arms reaching out. Fresh, hot pulses of desire surged into his sagging cock. Kathy gaped in awe as his long prick swelled hard, his thick cockhead gleaming with raw lust. Only minutes before, the teasing magic of his prick had been in her quaking pussy. Numb with shock, Kathy realized the source of the chill she felt stabbing into her now – it was envy, pure and simple!
Ellen could have been her mother. She was about the right age, but there was nothing at all motherly about the way she looked right now. Her lush, ripe body seemed to glow with the warmth of sexual desire.
"Oooh, God!" Kathy moaned in despair. Minutes before, Don had been with Ellen – his eager young cock sunk deep in Ellen's luscious cunt, his firm hands clawing excitedly at her full, thick-nippled tits that seemed alive with seething desire. Will he ever want me again? she wondered nervously, suddenly feeling thin and stiff, as unappealing as a fence picket.
Ellen seemed to melt in her husband's arms, her body flowing warmly, molding itself eagerly to his. Her outstretched hand curved around his neck.
Fingers damp and warm with sleek, strong scented cunt oil embraced the root of his cock, stroking furiously as their two bodies pressed together, both pliant with raging need as they ground and twisted and fused themselves into one.
Kathy could only gawk, her jaw hanging limp. Ellen's full red lips parted willingly, searching for his, her tongue flicking and darting expectantly. George thrust his mouth hungrily on hers, grasping with his hands, searching fingers spreading to contain her heaving tits and berry-ripe nipples.
Ellen gasped a moan of heated joy and sank to her knees as though her husband's tongue-sucking kiss had drained every muscle of its strength. Their lips parted reluctantly, hers still quaking with unfilled need.
"Aaaagh!" Kathy gasped when she saw what the raven-haired temptress was about to do. She had both hands on her husband's long cock – one hand coiled around his prick's thick root, the other steady near his glowing cock knob… guiding his red prickhead to her searching lips.
"Uuunnngh," Kathy groaned. So often Don had wanted… begged, coaxed and pleaded for her to do the same thing. She never could. Even the thought of having a hot, foul-smelling cock rammed down her throat made Kathy shiver with chilling waves of revulsion.
"I could never do that," Kathy murmured as she watched Ellen's eager lips grasp and seal themselves wetly on the bulged head of George's cock.
"Aaahhhhh!" George cried in shrill delight, a sound more wild and intense than any Kathy had heard when he was sucking or fucking her. She could only imagine the stinging depth and strength of what he must feel. And with an even deeper chill, Kathy realized that Ellen must have already done the same thing with Don.
She obviously got some savage thrill from sucking cock. Her head and upper body swayed with the grace of a long-necked swan as her lips ran back and forth, up and dawn the straining, vein rippled shaft of George's prick.
"I can do it!" Kathy said in a strong whisper of determination. Not only can, but must! she thought. I have to show Don I'm as much a woman as that middle-aged prick-licking bitch! "Oooh, Don… where are you? I need you! I want you! I want to suck your big cock!"
If the sun had failed to rise that morning, Don Burgess could not have been more stunned and shocked. He stood in the hall by the door, both hands pumping fiercely on his hardened cock, trying vainly to match the silken magic of wet and eager lips.
It was his wife Kathy's voice he heard, but not words he would have expected to burst so excitedly from her lips. "I want to suck your big fucking dick!" she wailed again.
Don winced because in their thin-walled apartment, the sound would have been heard three units away. Half the men in the building would have been flogging their cocks while their lewd imaginations blazed.
Ellen's gleaming black hair flashed in the flickering light of the artificial fire as her head bobbed excitedly up and down the thick prick between her lips.
Kathy could hardly believe Ellen could swallow all that cock, that she could reach out and grind her lips in the thick curls of her husband's abundant cock hair. She gulped, and a slow ripple ran down her slender neck. She felt a burning desire to do the same… or more.
"I'll gulp down your cock and both balls too!" Kathy cried.
Don came forward, stumbling with excitement. "Kathy!" he howled. "Do it, baby… oh, I've been wanting it for so long. Suck my cock. Eat it all, you little blonde bitch!"
Kathy rose to her knees, but found herself unable to match Ellen's subtle grace. She parted her lips with a roar and lunged at Don's cock the way a hungry leopard would spring at a slab of raw meat.
"Gggruuungh!" she grunted. In the frenzy of newly awakened desire, Kathy did not think to watch the way Ellen padded her gnashing teeth with the soft folds of her lips. She bit down hard in the fury that only raging jealousy can excite.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" Don cried, bent almost double by the shock. A short time before, he could not have stood the violence of her savage hunger but Ellen's lips, her cunt, and her ass had tempered his hot cock the way a blacksmith hardens steel – by beating it unmercifully. After a tense moment of numbing shock, Don felt his jangled nerves relax. He snaked his hands into the flowing strands of soft blonde hair and clutched hard with all his demanding strength.
"Hhhuuummm," Kathy moaned, her, mouth already stuffed full, her slender throat trembling in fearful expectation.
He tugged fiercely on her tangled hair and thrust back with his hips until she felt herself gag on the red knob of his eager prick.
"Hhhuuuggghhh… uuungh!" She couldn't breathe!
He'll cum any second, Kathy thought, her desperate, oxygen-starved brain wildly seeking some kind of relief. I'll make him cum… his gagging cock will shrink, and I'll be able to get air again.
Ellen made soft, slurping sounds next to her and Kathy thought she must be choking too. She glanced sideways, her eyes wide and gazed with choking fear. Bui she saw that Ellen was breathing, rasping in gulps of air each time he dragged back her clinging lips. The strangled sounds came from deeper in her throat, from the pulsing motions of slurping thick cum.
George tensed, still for a split second of searing joy as pressure swelled in his swaying ball sac. "Uuuungh!" he grunted, teeth clenched as his muscles flexed to force out heated spurts of cum.
Kathy watched through dazzled eyes, her vision blurred by the way Don yanked her head back and forth, plunging his hard, unyielding cock ever deeper in the tight confines of her throat.
"Aaagh," Kathy cried, the sound twisted by the wrenching speed of his insane desire. Kathy's throat felt tight and searing hot.
Don's eyes were clamped shut as he thrust with his hips, pulling at her hair. At the same time, he rammed mouth and cock root together in grinding collisions of joyous force.
His young wife wasn't yet as skilled as Ellen. The wavering motions of her throat were wild, more intense… less sleek and practiced. Ellen had thrilled him with grinding precision… Kathy thrilled him even more with her frantic desire.
It was the need far air that made her jerking moves so wild. Don drove his cock so hard and fast that she could barely catch half a breath before having her throat rammed full again.
"Uummmph!" she groaned, delirious from the fearsome drumming of his hairy loins on her pleading lips.
Kathy's sideward glances saw Ellen's frantic gulping as she swallowed spurts of cum, happily slurping and smacking her lips after each one. The spread of silver cream shined on the shaft of her husband's cock, and some of his gushing flow dribbled thick and warm from the upturned corners of her mouth.
Don will be doing the same thing any second, Kathy thought. His cock will twitch and spit slick jism. I'll feel it splatter the back of my mouth, ooze down the bent tube of my throat, overflow and run down my face like it is on Ellen's now!
"Oooh," Kathy moaned, trying to prepare herself for the thrilling horror of sucking cum.
But Don's raging passion had not yet reached the level of explosive force. He loved the frantic, clinging gasps that came from Kathy's lips. He liked even more the grinding rasp of her wet throat. Ellen knew how to bend her neck and ease the passage of a rigid cock. Kathy bucked and fought against his driving prick, wet muscles clawing at his cockshaft each time he thumped his prick in.
He pressed forward, feeling the strength that comes with commanding cock control. Kathy swayed backwards, arms reaching out, pawing the rug to retain her balance.
"Down on your back, you little bitch!" The raw force of fuck hunger demanded that he get on top of her, in position to drive even harder.
Don kept pushing, mindless of bet protests. Kathy had to swivel her legs around to keep him from breaking them as he rammed her back beyond all hope of balance.
Kathy felt herself pitching backward. Don's long cock slipped out from between her pulsing lips. "Yyyaaahhh!" she howled, then gulped in precious air. She sprawled on the fleecy rug, writhing with delight at its sensuous touch.
Don towered over her, his stiff cock shining in the flickering glow. He stroked his prick fondly with his hand and leered down at his trembling wife. Then slowly, very slowly, he turned himself around to face her feet as he straddled her.
What was he going to do? Why was he lowering himself on her upside down? In that position the rigid angle of his cock would rip and grind on the floor of her mouth, forcing its way into her throat exactly opposite of the way it had been as she knelt humbly before him.
He was almost upon her. His gleaming, thick knobbed cock swayed just above her lips. His balls dragged across the bridge of her button nose.
"Why?" she questioned fearfully.
He bent at the waist, chuckling deep in his throat, slowly dropping toward her cunt.
"Oh, God!" Kathy cried. "You're going to do it – you're going to suck my cunt!"
"Not just suck it, sweetheart. I'm going to eat it! I'm going to grind your little clit and rape your fuck hole with my tongue!"
"Aaagghhh!" she wailed. The roughness of his language excited her even more. The words came hard and hot, as hard and hot as his cock that came closer and closer to her quivering lips.
"Grungh!" Kathy moaned, feeling the first touch of his lips in her downy spread of golden cunt hair. Her tongue lashed out to tease the knob of his cock.
"Huunnngh," Don groaned, lowering his hardened prick nearer to her lips as he probed and danced with his tongue, lapping at the puffed lips of her cunt. The scent of her sleek fuck oils burned in his throat, enraging his desire. He dropped on her, grinding with his teeth, shooting out his tongue to glide between soft mounds shielding her clit.
"Aaagh!" Kathy bucked, gasping as she craned her neck back, her wet mouth open and reaching for the head of his cock. At the same time, her legs spread wide, her cunt wet and simmering as he stirred roughly with his tongue.
Don found her clit and circled it with tight, thrusting strokes of his tongue. He felt her tense and heard her high pitched wail, a shrill cry of animal joy. It seemed insane to him that the two of them had never done this before – locked themselves in the classic sixty-nine position of mutual delight.
But memories of prudish, fumbling, guilt-ridden sex now seemed distant. Sucking his wife's blonde cunt seemed as natural as breathing. He gasped, grumbling deep in his throat and snaked his tongue around her nubby clit, amazed by the way it swelled and strained beneath his grinding teeth.
"SHIT!" she roared. "Don't bite it off!" Urgent gasps flowed around the head of his cock while it hovered above her gaping mouth. She nipped and snapped at him and finally wrenched her neck back far enough to get his gleaming cock head between her lips.
"Aaaahhhhh!" she purred, jetting a hot rasp of air into his cum slit.
"Hhhunnn! Aaagghh! Bitch… what are you trying to do, blow my brains out?" Her clinging lips formed an air-tight seal, sucking furiously one second and blasting hot breath into his prick the next.
He speared her little clit with angry stabs of his tongue, then he clamped his lips on the juicy nub and sucked, drawing her clit from its sheath, sending jolts of cruel delight sparking through her.
Neither Don nor Kathy noticed when George's passionate and explosive grunts settled into deep and steady breathing. Ellen's excited gulps stilled themselves into humming calm and she nodded blissfully, bobbing her head with slow tongue strokes that licked his prick clean.
"Hhhmmmm," Ellen murmured, downing his last delicious drop. "Look at them!"
"I am," George said with a wink, wiggling his finger into his wife's cunt while he watched young Don trying to devour Kathy's tight little blonde fringed pussy.
Ellen watched intently, wondering when the limber and writhing little blonde would be hers. Next to sucking cock, Ellen liked nothing better than the taste of sweet young cunt. She stroked her gleaming black hair, dark eyes narrowing to dagger points, and she anxiously wet her lips with her flicking tongue.