Reform School Girls-Lesbians Behind Bars
by Unknown


FOREWORD 

In many cases today's marriage is seen as a business and/or social 
arrangement between consenting adults rather than a continuing expression of 
love. 

The results are obvious: casual, promiscuous infidelity; a lack of concern 
for the partner and the children; the breakdown of the nuclear family; and 
the use of others for thrill-seeking-- and often deviant--purposes as an end 
in itself instead of as a means of showing devotion and affection. Too often 
a loving veneer masks a core of, at best, unconcern, at worst, depravity. 

WILD HORNY HOUSEWIFE is the story of one young wife, outwardly normal, who 
discovers an eagerness to satisfy her lustful cravings in the arms of other 
men and women. A shocking story, true, but also a mirror of our times. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

"My God, you're beautiful--no wonder I married you!" Carl Jefferson drooled 
as he eyed his wife Cindy, who had just stepped from the bathroom into the 
bedroom of their hotel suite. 

Carl's appraisal was accurate--Cindy did indeed look beautiful in her 
slinky, see-through negligee. The thin, flimsy nightgown was open at the 
front, exposing the sexy twenty-four-year-old's full, round tits, her firm, 
flat stomach, and the golden triangle of her fleecy, blonde cunthair. She 
leaned against the doorframe, crossed her lovely tanned legs, and fixed her 
husband with an erotic, inviting gaze. 

"Mind if I join you in that bed, handsome?" she purred sensuously. "It looks 
like there's plenty of room for two!" 

"Oh, I think I could be persuaded to share," Carl chuckled dryly. 

He pulled back the sheets to make room for his wife, and in the process, he 
exposed his naked body from the thighs up. His stiff, fat, eight-inch cock 
was lying against his well-toned stomach, twitching with excitement and the 
expectation of what was to come. 

"Hmm, not a bad prick!" Cindy commented, inspecting her husband's cock. "And 
it looks so familiar--could I have seen it somewhere before?" - "You bet 
your sweet ass you have! You saw it exactly one year ago today in this very 
same hotel room--on our wedding night!" Carl replied with a shudder of lust. 

"Oh yes, of course!" Cindy laughed, slithering toward the bed. "As I recall, 
that was some evening!" 

"It certainly was!" Carl answered. "But what say we try and top it tonight?" 

"You got it!" Cindy hissed. 

With that, young Mrs. Jefferson leaped into the bed and practically attacked 
her husband's lips with her own. The magnetism of mutual lust quickly fused 
their mouths in a powerful bond, and their tongues melted together in a 
steamy, passionate french kiss. Low, muffled groans of animal pleasure 
filled the room as each greedily drank in the other's hot, heady breath and 
warm, oozing saliva. There had been some turbulent moments during their 
first year of marriage, but now that they were in bed together on their 
anniversary, all but the passionate desire for each other's warm, naked 
flesh was forgotten. 

While she furiously bore into Carl's mouth with her tongue, Cindy was gently 
massaging and stroking his hairy, muscular chest and tanned, taut stomach 
with her delicate right hand. She continued to work lower and lower down 
onto his midsection until finally her little finger brushed ever so lightly 
against his bulbous, purple cockhead. This slight contact warmed Carl's body 
with a lusty thrill and made him anxious to feel his wife's soft, feminine 
hand on his turgid prickshaft. 

Still pressing his lips to hers, he grabbed her wrist and led her hand down 
to the middle of his pulsating cock where Cindy's fingers instinctively 
encircled his meaty cockrod. As a reflex action, she immediately began to 
jerk her hand up and down the entire length of his swollen prick. 

"God, it's amazing how a cock can feel, so soft and so hard at the same 
time!" she panted, tearing her mouth away from his. All the while, her 
fingers continued to glide effortlessly along the silky exterior of her 
husband's throbbing prick. 

"Damn, you jot the touch, baby!" Carl groaned, shutting his eyes. He slumped 
back onto the bed and kicked the confining sheets away from his legs. Now he 
was totally naked, and the only sensation he was aware of was the methodical 
stroking of Cindy's hand on his bloated prick. 

"Want me to suck you off?" Cindy breathed seductively into his ear. 

Carl opened his eyes and dreamily focused them on his wife's angelic young 
face. Her delicately parted, ruby-red lips looked so sultry and inviting 
that Carl would have to have been crazy to refuse the opportunity to feel 
them on his cock. 

"Honey, there's nothing I would rather do right now than come in your 
mouth!" he replied, his voice ragged with lust. 

"Good!" Cindy giggled. "Because there's nothing I would rather do right now 
than give you head!" 

In preparation for the impending blow-job, Cindy changed her position on the 
bed so that she was straddling her husband's chest on her knees with her ass 
pointed toward his face. The back of her negligee hung down across her 
creamy asscheeks, giving them a ghostly, veiled appearance. But when she 
leaned forward and lowered her head between Carl's legs, the hem of her 
nightie lifted, baring her snowy, white ass to his horny eyes. In addition, 
the action of crouching down forced her ass backwards until her warm, doughy 
cheeks were pressed firmly into Carl's face. Cindy wriggled backward a 
little bit until she was sitting comfortably on her husband's face, then she 
returned her attention to his cock. 

Carl's body was still reeling from the delightful feeling of having his wife 
squatting in his face when all thoughts of Cindy's ass were superseded by an 
incredible sensation surging from his crotch to his brain. Cindy had tilted 
his cock up at an angle and had slipped the throbbing head into her 
trembling mouth. At the same time, her long, blonde hair had spilled down 
onto his lap, lightly tickling and scratching his thighs and his balls. 

It was awkward for Cindy to blow her husband while sitting on his face, as 
it required some stretching and straining, but the advantage was that she 
could get his cock right down into her throat by approaching it head-on. 
This she did eagerly, undulating her cherry-red lips down along his satiny 
prickshaft until they were pressed hard against the loose flesh of his 
crotch. She could feel his wiry pubic hair tickling her chin, and the gooey 
skin of his ball bag shifted slightly as her lips sank down into the center 
of his crotch. Carl's cockhead was now snugly embedded in her throat, but 
the face-down position of her head kept her from gagging. 

As Cindy started bobbing her head up and down on her husband's prick, her 
assflesh began to settle down onto his face like melting butter until his 
nose popped into her widely spread asscrack. Carl quickly took advantage of 
this development, stabbing his tongue out like a spear into her stretched, 
rubbery asshole. He could feel Cindy's asscheeks clenching involuntarily as 
the tip of his squirming tongue made contact with the raw, brown flesh of 
her rear hole. 

A stifled exclamation of passion rushed from her lungs, and the feeling of a 
male tongue in her ass seemed to fuel her desire for the taste of cock. She 
rapidly increased the pace of her bobbing and sucking, alternately 
disgorging and swallowing the shiny, spit-covered prickshaft as fast as she 
could. Her lips strained around the substantial girth of Carl's cock, and 
her silky, flaxen hair danced wildly to and fro across his thighs, creating 
a perfect picture of a young wife starving for her husband's prick. 

But of course Carl couldn't see this dazzlingly erotic spectacle, as his 
face was smothered by Cindy's warm, tasty ass. He couldn't believe just how 
soft her asscheeks felt, and the tough, resistant lining of her asshole 
tasted fabulous to his probing tongue. As his desire increased, he brought 
his front teeth into play, nipping lightly at the pliant flesh of her 
asscheeks where they curved downward to form her rear crack. 

This oral attack on her ass stirred up a hornets' nest of lust in Cindy's 
crotch and mind. She seemed to catch her second wind as she suddenly 
redoubled her effort to bring Carl off with her mouth. His pulsating cock 
was now completely covered with a slippery layer of spit, and this helped 
Cindy's lips to slide up and down the eight-inch prickrod that much faster. 
She furiously worked her tongue in circles on the waxy shaft, pausing 
briefly at the top of each stroke to lap up the tear-shaped drops of salty 
pre-cum which were oozing out the prickhole. 

Carl and Cindy had deliberately abstained from fucking for a couple of weeks 
before their anniversary in order to build their lust to a fever pitch, and 
as a result, Carl had little trouble reaching a climax with his wife nursing 
on his prick. Normally he would have tried to hold on as long as he could to 
preserve the glorious pre-orgasmic excitement in his crotch, but tonight he 
felt confident that his cum-bloated balls could sustain his passion for a 
long while. The jism had started to rise in his cock the moment his cockhead 
entered Cindy's mouth, and now he just settled back on the bed, withdrew his 
tongue from his wife's asshole, and waited for the inevitable explosion. 

He didn't have to wait long. Within seconds he could feel himself 
approaching the threshold of orgasm, and then the violent muscular 
contractions in his prick signaled the arrival of his climax. 

"Here I go, baby--here comes my jizz!" he roared into Cindy's asshole. 

Cindy didn't need to be told. Her bobbing head had just struck bottom when 
the first milky jet of cum spurted into her throat, overwhelming her senses 
with the heavy, masculine smell and taste. She quickly brought her head back 
up so that the grooved underside of Carl's cocktip was resting on her 
tongue, thus allowing her to better enjoy the sensation of having a cock 
erupt inside her mouth. She could feel the exterior of the ivory shaft 
expanding against her lips with each successive squirt, and she had to 
swallow rapidly in order to keep up with the deluge of jism which was 
rushing into her mouth. The potent-tasting fluid clung to her throat and 
warmed her as it settled into her stomach, causing a pleasant, randy glow to 
radiate through her body. 

"That's it--be a good little wife and swallow down all your husband's cum!" 
Carl gasped from underneath her ass. 

Cindy would have been content to drink the jism from Carl's prick forever, 
but within seconds the torrent of hot, tasty cream slowed to a trickle, and 
then it ceased altogether. She slowly plucked the slippery cock tip from her 
lips, careful not to let any of the final mouthful of cum spill out, then 
she swished the warm jizz around on her tongue a few times like mouth wash 
before swallowing it. The powerful, masculine flavor still clung heavily to 
her tongue as she lightly flicked it out to lap up any of the precious jism 
which might have run down Carl's prick. Once she was certain she had licked 
his spongy cock clean, she scrambled off his face, lay down on the bed with 
her feet facing his head, and spread her legs. 

"If it's not too much trouble, would you please eat me out?" she murmured 
coyly. 

Carl's cock began to stiffen again as his eyes were magnetically drawn to 
his wife's crotch. The glistening, red lips of her cunt were parted 
slightly, allowing him to see right up inside her delectable pussy. He could 
feel his mouth beginning to water as he crawled up between Cindy's open 
legs. "What a beautiful fucking pussy!" he said quietly, emotionally. "It 
was just made to be licked!" 

"You know it!" Cindy answered, her body quaking with excitement. "And you're 
just the guy... ahh!" Her words became an unintelligible cry of pleasure as 
Carl's tongue sliced neatly into the center of her warm, mushy cunt, causing 
it to twitch and ooze droplets of syrupy juice. 

"Oh yes, go to it!" Cindy yelped. "Don't waste any time--get me off!" 

That was precisely Carl's intention. He hooked his arms under his wife's 
firm, meaty thighs, cradling them in his elbows, and lifted them into the 
air to create a better angle of attack. Then he plowed headlong into her 
moist, runny cunt, furiously grinding his tongue into her satiny pussy-hole 
like a cork-screw. The strong odor of a raw, naked cunt filled his nostrils 
as he immersed his face in her pussy, and the heat which warmed his cheeks 
seemed to be coming from a hot-spring. All he could see was naked female 
crotch--bare, pink cuntlips, curly, blonde pubic hair, and the pure, white 
skin of Cindy's lower belly and inner thighs. 

"Oh, I love it, I love it!" Cindy squealed, mashing her cunt into Carl's 
face. "Eat me baby, eat me!" 

Carl loved to go down on his wife. It gave him a tremendous feeling of 
satisfaction and pride knowing that he could drive such a beautiful girl 
absolutely ape-shit simply by sticking his tongue into her cunt. 

"Lower, honey, lower!" Cindy gasped, grabbing a handful of Carl's dark, 
curly hair in each hand. "Go after my clit--make me crazy... make me wild!" 

It seemed to Carl that Cindy was already pretty wild, but he soon found out 
that she had just been getting warmed up when he brought his tongue into 
contact with the fleshy bud of her clit. 

Cindy shrieked and an orgasm instantly exploded inside her crotch. She began 
bucking her hips like a wild stallion, fucking Carl's mouth with her clit 
and driving his head into her crotch with her hands. Streams of hot, fishy 
cunt-cum splashed against Carl's face like waves breaking on the beach. 

"There ya go, honey--eat my juice!" Cindy wailed, thrusting her crotch 
upward as hard as she could. "Come on, baby--fuck me with your tongue!" 

Carl was trying to do just that, but it wasn't easy. The gyrating motions of 
Cindy's hips, the spasms in her cunt, and her gushing pussy-cum were all 
making it very difficult for him to keep his tongue inside her erupting 
cunt. It kept sliding out of her gaping, slimy cuntmouth and slithering down 
her inner things to her asshole. But even this light contact on the thick, 
outer lips of her climaxing pussy was driving Cindy insane with ecstasy. 

"Damn, that feels fantastic!" she cried, almost on the verge of tears. "Oh 
honey, you're the best!" 

Carl was awfully good at eating pussy, and he quickly proved it by bringing 
off a second thunderous climax in his wife's cunt. He accomplished this feat 
by pinning down Cindy's tough, fibrous clit with his tongue, then pinching 
it hard between his lips. Once he had a solid grip on the slippery, elusive 
pleasure button, he began rapidly flicking the tip of his tongue back and 
forth across the raw, sensitive end of the throbbing clit. Powerful jolts of 
pure, animal pleasure surged through Cindy's body, touching off another 
round of wild, passionate screaming and another flood of pussy oil. 

"You're the greatest... you're the greatest cunt-eater who ever lived!" the 
beautiful young blonde roared. 

As the searing climax in her cunt quickly burned out, Cindy felt all her 
muscles go limp, and she sank down into the bed like a lead weight. Her 
pussy felt numb from the devastating one-two punch her back-to-back orgasms 
had delivered, but she could still feel a delightful tingling sensation on 
her cuntlips as Carl methodically licked up all her tasty feminine 
discharge. 

"Ooo, that feels nice!" she moaned softly. "I just love the way your tongue 
feels on my pussy." 

"But you like the way my cock feels inside your pussy even better, don't 
you?" Carl replied, leering up at her. 

"Oh, you bet I do!" Cindy chirped. "Come on, darling--fuck my cunt with your 
big, beautiful cock!" 

"With pleasure!" Carl laughed. With some reluctance, he pulled his mouth 
away from his wife's dripping pussy and shimmied up on top of her warm, 
softy body. As he raised himself up onto his knees, his prick, once more 
stiff and swollen, bobbed obscenely into Cindy's view, and she gave a little 
gasp of lusty anticipation. 

"God, every time I see your cock, it's like the first time all over again," 
she whispered hoarsely. "It always makes my heart beat just a little 
faster!" 

As she spoke, Cindy grasped Carl's throbbing prick in her slim, elegant 
fingers and guided the meaty head into the slit of her cuntmouth. She 
shuddered as the fleshy knob of his prick made contact with her sensitive 
cuntmeat, and she slowly worked the spongy cock tip in circles around the 
slippery rim of her pussy before inserting it into her drooling pussy. 

"Ahh! Take off your coat and stay a while!" Cindy sighed as she felt the 
full eight inches of her husband's cock settling into her cunt. 

"Don't mind if I do!" Carl retorted. 

He lowered himself down onto his elbows, leaving his hands free to massage 
and explore his gorgeous wife's huge, heaving tits. He cupped a mound of 
quivering tit-flesh in each hand and slowly began to rub them, manipulating 
them with his fingers and tweaking the firm, brown nipples. Meanwhile he was 
gazing deeply into Cindy's soft, brown eyes, and, as if drawn by some 
outside force, his mouth swooped down onto hers in a heated, passionate 
kiss. 

Almost at once, Carl's hips churned into motion as he tasted Cindy's lush, 
red lips with his own. He could feel the wonderful, warm resistance of her 
soft, pliant pussy lining against the rigid crown of his cockhead as he 
withdrew his prick, and then the equally exhilarating sensation of 
penetration as her putty-like cuntmeat yielded to another advance of his 
rubbery prick-tip. Little prickles of delight spread across his skin like 
spider webs with the slightest movement of his cement-hard cock in his 
wife's gooey pussy. 

"Damn, you're such an absolutely perfect fit!" Cindy moaned between kisses. 
"Your cock feels as snug as a bug in a rug inside my pussy!" 

"You're telling me!" Carl gasped. 

He plucked his mouth away from Cindy's and his lips traveled downward to the 
soft, white skin on the underside of her chin and neck. Trapping loose folds 
of the creamy, edible skin between his hips, he twisted them sharply, 
creating a series of strawberry-colored hickies and eliciting cries of 
ecstatic pain from his voluptuous young wife. And all the while he was 
massaging the gorgeous twin globes of her tits and fucking her pussy--in and 
out, in and out, in and out. 

"You got a nice ass, you know that?" Cindy suddenly cried. 

She had placed her hands on Carl's asscheeks and pressed them together and 
spread them apart in time to the rhythm of his churning hips. When they were 
fully spread, she would stick the tip of her index finger, with its sharp, 
well-manicured, brightly polished nail, into the tightly stretched ring of 
his asshole and scratch him slightly. The resulting twinge of pain would 
then cause Carl to slam his cock into her jammy cunt with a little extra 
oomph. 

"Oh, shit--that's the way!" Cindy sighed contentedly. "Stab my fucking pussy 
with your prick!" 

She then began to clench her own asscheeks together and push her crotch 
upwards with each thrust of Carl's prick, increasing the cock-on-cunt 
friction to the utmost. 

"Shit, my tits feet like they're on fire!" Cindy yelped as Carl pinched her 
nipples sharply. 

For a brief instant the itchy throb in her rigid tit-tips superseded the 
wonderful burning in her cunt, and she was acutely aware of the fact that 
her tits were hot and naked, exposed to the skilled touch of her husband's 
fingers. But all thoughts of her bare nipples vanished just as quickly when 
the full length of Carl's hammering cock suddenly streaked across the 
sensitive surface of her red-hot, pulsating clit. Another orgasm was on its 
way. 

"Eah--I'm gonna come!" Cindy wheezed as her breath became shorter. 

"Hold on a little longer!" Carl pleaded. "Wait for me!" 

"I'll... try!" Cindy shuddered. She held her breath and tried to brace her 
body for the onslaught of climax, but her efforts were futile. She could 
feel the chaos of orgasm descending upon her being like a tidal wave, and 
her senses were swamped with incredible sensations of pleasure. 

"Aaahhh!" she cried as every pore in her body seemed to open up to release 
her pent-up tension. 

Carl had felt as if he still had a long way to go till orgasm, but once 
Cindy started coming he could feel his own climax barreling down on his 
senses like a speeding truck. The wildly squirming, wriggling, nude female 
body beneath him coaxed the cum from his balls up into his prick, and he 
wanted to try and quell the fire in his wife's convulsive crotch by 
squirting jism on it. 

"Please, honey--come with me!" Cindy begged. "Please, let's do it together!" 

"Okay, baby, you got it!" Carl answered huskily. "Here I go... now!" 

"Oh yeah, I feel it--I feel your cock coming inside my cunt!" Cindy 
shrieked. 

Boy, could she ever! Powerful muscular contractions rolled along the length 
of Carl's prick, forcing the jelly-like cum out his prickhole like a 
high-pressure hose. The dense, milky fluid bathed the interior of Cindy's 
cunt with a rich, warm glow, and their juices mixed together to form a 
slippery cum cocktail. Little trickles of the messy discharge seeped over 
the rim of the randy blonde's cunt and ran down into her puckered, brown 
asshole. 

"Oh, I love to fuck... I love you... I love to fuck you!" Cindy chanted 
wildly as the crushing blow of her orgasm practically knocked the wind out 
of her. Her entire body went into a convulsion as it desperately tried to 
wring every last drop of pleasure from itself. 

"Sweet pussy... sweet fucking pussy!" Carl whistled as he frantically 
discharged his load of cum into his wife's saturated cunt. 

Finally every ounce of energy was expended, and the exhausted husband and 
wife melted into a single heap of heaving flesh on the tousled sheets. The 
room was filled with the smell of musk and cum and sweat, and Cindy's slinky 
nightgown was drenched in perspiration. For a long time not a single word 
was spoken. 

At length Carl got his wind back and attempted to roll off of Cindy, but she 
wrapped her arms tightly around him, pinning his body against hers. She also 
pressed his ass down to keep his wilted prick inside her swimming cunt. 

"Please, darling!" she panted. "Stay right there! I want to stay like this 
forever, with your naked body on top of mine and your cock inside my pussy!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Their anniversary weekend proved to be pure heaven, but once Carl and Cindy 
returned home and resumed their normal routine, their marriage quickly 
slipped back into the rut it had been caught in for the past couple of 
months. 

The problem lay mainly with Carl. Eager for a promotion at the manufacturing 
plant where he worked, he had been putting in a lot of overtime lately in an 
effort to impress the bosses. While Cindy could appreciate her husband's 
desire to make a good living, she didn't believe it was necessary for him to 
half kill himself in the process. The long hours were making him 
increasingly irritable, and they were also sapping his strength to the point 
where he was practically incapable of performing in bed. Soon they were 
fucking only on weekends, and even then Carl seemed reluctant to get it up. 
He always gave Cindy the impression that he'd rather be sleeping than 
fucking. 

After several months of serving as little more than her husband's maid, 
Cindy began to grow desperate for some real loving. She found herself 
fantasizing about other men a lot, and soon she was giving serious 
consideration to the idea of having an affair. She knew she didn't have the 
guts to actually go out and look for a guy to fuck on the side, but one 
night the problem took care of itself when a willing partner unexpectedly 
showed up at the door. It was Don James, a friend of Carl's who lived just 
down the street. Cindy was also acquainted with Don, but only casually. 

"Hiya, Cindy! Is Carl home?" Don asked when the lonely, young wife answered 
the door. 

"Uh... no, he isn't. He's working late--as usual!" Cindy replied, forcing a 
laugh. 

"Jesus, it seems like all that guy ever does is work anymore!" Don snorted, 
shaking his head. 

"You're telling me!" Cindy said. 

"Yeah, I was gonna ask him out for a drink since we haven't seen each other 
in a while, but seeing as he's not here--" 

"Oh, well, if you'd like to have a drink, you can join me--it'll save me 
from drinking alone!" Cindy offered. 

She wasn't lying--she had been just about to fix a drink. She had already 
had two drinks with her dinner, and they had given her the courage to invite 
Don in. He raised an eyebrow as he accepted her proposal. 

"Well, that's very kind of you!" he chuckled as he stepped through the door. 
"Only, what will the neighbors think when they see you letting a man other 
than your husband into the house?" 

"Fuck the neighbors!" Cindy scoffed playfully. 

Don laughed heartily as he took off his jacket, but his laugh was soon 
replaced by an evil grin when an idea occurred to him. 

"Say, I just thought of something. I'm a neighbor of yours, so when you say 
'Fuck the neighbors', that includes me!" 

"Yes, I suppose it does!" Cindy answered, returning his evil grin with one 
of her own. 

"Is that a proposition?" Don pressed. "Would you really like to fuck one of 
your neighbors?" 

He was basically just kidding around, but a part of him was serious. He had 
lusted after Cindy from the moment he had first met her, and he wasn't about 
to pass up this opportunity if there was even the slightest chance of 
getting into the sack with her. He had no idea just how good his chances 
actually were. 

"Well now! I might be persuaded to do a little fooling around!" Cindy 
murmured sexily. She couldn't quite believe what she was doing, but the 
alcohol had loosened her tongue and unleashed all her pent-up desires. "It 
all depends on what you've got to offer!" 

A feeling of incredible warmth flowed over Don's body as he began to realize 
that Cindy was starting to come on to him for real. He hesitated a while 
before answering, but at last he spoke up. 

"Baby, I got a full ten inches to offer!" he drawled lewdly, cupping his 
hand over his crotch. 

"Oh, is that so?" Cindy replied. "Well I'm from Missouri, pal! You'll have 
to prove that you really have ten inches before we go any farther!" 

It was all happening so fast that Don's head was spinning with disbelief. He 
gripped the zipper of his fly between his thumb and forefinger and began to 
lower it, proceeding very slowly in the event that Cindy was only flirting 
and hadn't meant for him to take her seriously. 

She made no attempt to stop him, however, so once Don had his fly down, he 
quickly unbuckled his jeans and loosened his belt. He dropped his pants to 
his knees and was prepared to lower his undershorts as well, but he decided 
he'd better double-check to make sure that Cindy really did want to see his 
cock. 

"Okay, babe! If you sincerely want me to prove I've got ten inches all you 
have to do is say the word and I'll drop my drawers!" he panted. His prick 
was swollen into a full hard-on beneath his snug cotton briefs, and his 
whole body trembled with anticipation as he prepared to expose his prick to 
the pretty, brown eyes of the gorgeous, young blonde. 

"I'll believe you've got ten inches when I see it!" Cindy replied coyly. She 
appeared calm on the outside, but inside her body was burning with desire 
for cock--particularly if it was a ten-incher! 

"Okay, honey, you can start believing it 'cause here it is!" Don blurted. 

With that he whipped his shorts down to his knees, allowing his big, fat 
prick--it was indeed a full ten inches--to spring out into plain sight. It 
was sticking straight out from his crotch, light-purple and swollen, and it 
was throbbing slightly as still more blood pumped into it. From the base 
hung two large, bloated balls, swinging gently from side to side in a hairy, 
gooey sac. Cindy's temples were pounding furiously, and she had to suppress 
a cry of passionate ecstasy when the huge, fleshy cockrod swung free from 
Don's underwear and pointed obscenely in her direction. 

"Satisfied?" Don asked. It was obvious from the grin on his face that he 
certainly was! 

"Uh... gee, I'm not really sure," Cindy dead-panned, maintaining her cool 
appearance. "I'll have to measure it first." 

"Be my guest!" Don laughed. 

Cindy slowly walked over to where Don was standing and, holding her thumb 
and forefinger approximately one inch apart, she placed them at the very 
root of his cock, just where it disappeared into the dense forest of his 
pubic hair. 

"One, two, three, four... " she counted aloud, sliding her fingers along 
Don's firm, meaty prickshaft at one-inch intervals. 

She never made it to ten. At the halfway point, she suddenly lost all 
control of herself, dropped to her knees, and stuffed the expansive head of 
Don's cock into her mouth. 

"Shit, I don't care if it's a full ten inches or not--it's plenty big enough 
for me!" she cried as she inhaled his prickhead. 

A powerful surge of adrenalin jolted Don's body when Cindy enveloped his 
cocktip within her warm, moist mouth, and he almost came right then and 
there. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and he couldn't 
believe that, within minutes, he had gone from being a mere nodding 
acquaintance to the recipient of a blow-job. Never before had a girl so 
greedily attacked his prick. Cindy was flicking her long, slender tongue out 
like a snake, furiously laving the waxy shaft for all she was worth. 

She was caressing the sides of his prick with her lips and tongue, thus 
allowing her to feel the blood as it surged into the throbbing, veiny cock. 
A long, thin ribbon of glistening pre-cum oozed out Don's prickhole, and 
Cindy quickly gobbled it up like a baby drinking mother's milk. Then when 
she reached the end of the sticky streamer, she hungrily sucked the spongy 
cocktip back into her mouth with the force of a vacuum cleaner. 

"Whoa, take it easy!" Don commanded, staying her bouncing blonde head with 
his hands. "Can't we at least go to the bedroom first? I'd like to see you 
naked while I'm still horny enough to appreciate it!" 

"That sounds good to me," Cindy mumbled, still holding his cockhead in her 
mouth. "I'd be glad to show my bare body to a guy who'll appreciate it for a 
change!" 

After making a few more laps around Don's mouth-watering prickhead with her 
tongue, Cindy rose to her feet, took him by the hand, and led him into the 
bedroom. His pants were still down around his knees while he walked, causing 
him to waddle like a duck. Under normal circumstances this would have made 
him look ridiculous, but with his big cock swaying from side to side like a 
tree limb, he just looked lewd, crude, and extremely attractive to the 
horny, blonde wife. 

"Jesus, what a fucking whopper you've got--it really looks potent!" Cindy 
whistled admiringly as she flopped down onto the bed. "That's one thing 
about girls. Every gal I know would say that a cock is her favorite part of 
a guy's body. But it's different with men. It seems that every guy I know 
prefers a different part of a girl's body." 

While she spoke, Cindy began unbuttoning the oversized flannel shirt she was 
wearing along with a pair of faded jeans and socks. 

"Some guys seem to only want to fuck their girlfriends in the mouth," she 
continued, licking her lips suggestively as her shirt fell to the floor. 
"And of course, other fellows are dyed-in-the wool tit-men!" 

To emphasize this point, Cindy reached behind her back and unfastened her 
lacy, black bra. Seconds later it joined her shirt on the floor, leaving her 
full, luscious tits exposed to Don's gawking eyes. She paused momentarily to 
allow her new bed partner to get an eyeful of her huge, weighty tit-mounds, 
then she began to unbutton her jeans. 

"Then again, some guys are strictly leg-men!" she went on, narrating her 
strip-tease with the effectiveness of an old pro. She slowly worked her 
tight-fitting jeans down over her smooth, tanned thighs to her knees, then 
she kicked them free and assumed an erotic pose--propped up on one elbow--on 
the bed while Don drooled over her long, shapely legs. 

"And a few guys I've known in my time have even had a thing about feet!" she 
concluded, peeling off her socks. 

Cindy did have beautiful feet, too, and Don found himself unable to decide 
whether to focus his attention on her face, her tits, her legs, or her 
lovely feet. Had he been able to see her cunt, the issue would have been 
decided, but the playful, young temptress was still wearing a pair of 
lavender bikini panties. 

"So, Donny boy, what are you? A mouth-man, a tit-man, a leg-man, a 
foot-man... " Cindy asked, slipping her thumbs under the elastic waistband 
of her panties, "or perhaps you're just a good, old-fashioned cunt-man?" 

As the grand finale to her devastatingly effective strip-tease, Cindy rolled 
her panties down over her thighs millimeter by millimeter, only permitting 
her crotch to come into view a cunthair at a time. 

Don's cock ached with desire as he watched this incredibly sensuous woman 
removing her panties at a rate that was almost torturously slow. It took a 
full minute for her to bare the golden muff of her pubic hair, and then it 
was another minute after that before Don finally got to see her naked, pink 
cunt in all its glory. 

But it was well worth the wait. Don was so entranced by Cindy's sensational 
pussy that he inadvertently allowed a long stream of spit to drool out the 
corner of his mouth. 

"Well, I guess that answers my question!" Cindy giggled, lewdly twitching 
her moist, meaty pussyflaps in Don's direction. "It appears you're 
definitely a cunt-man!" 

"Uh, yeah, I guess I am at that," Don answered, bringing himself back to 
reality. "Then again, any guy would go nuts if he caught a peek at your 
beautiful pussy!" 

"Well, you can do more than just peek at it," Cindy continued, spreading her 
legs as far apart as she could and framing her hot, hairy cunt between her 
forefingers and thumbs. "You can eat it if you want!" 

"Hmm. To tell you the truth, I've never been too big on muff-diving," Don 
answered, scratching his chin. "I like to look at cunts and I like to fuck 
cunts, but I don't really like to eat 'em." 

"Oh, really?" Cindy responded disappointedly. She had hoped that Don would 
be game for something other than the usual cock-in-cunt fuck. 

"But I think I could be persuaded to take a bite out of that nice, tight ass 
of yours!" Don added, licking his lips and grinning devilishly. 

"Ah-ha, so you're an ass-man!" Cindy squealed, rolling over onto her 
stomach. "Well don't just stand there--dig in!" 

Don couldn't get his clothes off fast enough once he caught a glimpse of 
Cindy's sensational, bare, white ass. He practically jumped right out of his 
pants and he literally tore the shirt from his back, popping a few buttons 
in the process. Finally he was as naked as Cindy, and he whooped maniacally 
as he jumped onto the bed beside her and began playing with her asscheeks 
like a little boy making mud pies. 

"Jesus, what a fucking behind!" he cackled, furiously working over the 
fleshy asscheeks with his strong fingers. "It sure as hell puts my wife's to 
shame!" 

Don's reminder that each was married to another person caused Cindy to feel 
a momentary twinge of guilt, but her lonely, desperate lust for sex of any 
kind quickly got the better of her again when Don leaned over and began 
kissing the meaty, quivering cheeks of her voluptuous, naked ass. He fused 
his hot, trembling lips over the very center of her soft, round, left ass 
cheek like a tiny suction cup, inhaled a mouthful of the warm, tasty 
assflesh, and pressed down hard with his tongue, allowing it to explore the 
smooth, velvety texture of the creamy skin. Aside from the perpetually moist 
openings of the mouth and cunt, a girl's ass was probably the softest, most 
delicate part of her body, and Don soon became a drooling, growling animal 
as he attacked Cindy's lovely behind with his lips, teeth, and tongue. 

"Nothing beats a well-shaped, young woman's ass!" he snarled, nipping at the 
hot, soft cheeks with his front teeth. 

"Go to it, guy!" Cindy coaxed, arching her back and grinding her ass into 
Don's face. 

For some inexplicable reason, Cindy always got a special thrill out of 
offering her naked ass to a man's mouth. She just loved the idea of lying 
nude on her stomach and allowing a guy to do whatever he wanted to do to her 
sexy little ass. Don was more than happy to provide her with that special 
thrill, and soon he had pulled her asscheeks apart with his hand and had 
inserted his tongue into her spicy, puckered asshole. 

"Yeah, I love that!" Cindy screeched. "Ream me good--I need it! Boy, do I 
ever need it!" 

She was right. It had been more than a week since she and Carl had last 
fucked, and now that there was an equally horny young man swabbing out her 
asshole with his tongue, she could feel her cunt rapidly coming to a boil as 
a powerful orgasm welled up inside her. A large, damp stain had formed on 
the bed underneath her crotch as a steady stream of powerful-smelling pussy 
lubricant poured from her hot, cock-starved cunt. 

"Deeper, deeper!" Cindy begged. "Stick your tongue all the way up my ass!" 

Always the gentleman, Don did his best to comply with the fair, young 
maiden's request. He began shifting his chin from side to side in Cindy's 
sultry asscrack, spreading her asscheeks even farther apart and allowing his 
tongue to worm way down into the recesses of her taut, stretched rear hole. 
The strong flavor of the sexy blonde's asshole burned on his probing tongue, 
stirring his senses into a frenzy of savage, wanton lust. 

"Oh, shit--I can feel your tongue crawling right up inside me!" Cindy 
screamed. "God damn, what a fantastic ass-kisser you are!" 

As Don's tongue burrowed deeper and deeper into Cindy's asshole, the 
pressure and tension this created down in her cunt quickly increased to the 
point where it was unbearable. A deep, throaty roar exploded from Cindy's 
lungs as an orgasm burst into flames within her cunt. Don could feel the 
telltale spasms of a climaxing cunt right through the membrane separating 
Cindy's asshole from her pussy, and he frantically jammed his left hand into 
her gooey pussy to help bring her off. His skilled fingers instantly located 
the quivering button of her clit, and he gave it a vicious squeeze that 
drove the randy, young wife totally berserk with ecstasy. 

"Son of a bitch, I'm coming again!" Cindy screamed. "I don't fucking believe 
this!" 

Don was having no trouble believing it. His hand was drenched right up to 
the wrist in slimy cunt-cum as burst after burst of the feminine liquid 
doused his intruding fingers. Meanwhile, his face was being pummeled like a 
prizefighter's as the passion-crazed blonde mashed his facial cheeks with 
her asscheeks and pinched his fully extended tongue with her muscular 
asshole. 

"Don't stop, don't stop!" Cindy pleaded. "Make it last forever!" 

Don would have been perfectly willing to rape Cindy's asshole with his 
tongue for as long as he could, but the fragile blonde's delicate body just 
wasn't up to the task. As a third orgasm erupted inside her wildly twitching 
cunt, she fell face-down onto the bed and started to bite the sheets in an 
effort to control the violent tempest of wanton sexual pleasure which 
gripped her soul. 

Realizing that the randy, undersexed wife as on the verge of passing out, 
Don suddenly plucked his hand from her soupy cunt and abruptly jerked his 
tongue free from the tight confines of her meaty ass. Dizzy from sitting up 
so fast, he reeled backward on the bed and attempted to get a grip on 
himself while Cindy tried to recover from her mind-withering succession of 
explosive climaxes. 

"Wow! If you react that way when a guy eats out your asshole, it'll be 
interesting to see what happens when you get a ten-inch cock shoved up your 
cunt!" Don chuckled when he managed to catch his breath. 

Cindy didn't respond. She was still laid out facedown on the bed, panting 
and shaking. 

"Hey, come on! Maybe you got off when I reamed out your asshole, but I 
didn't!" Don prodded. "I've still got a cock full of jizz to blow yet!" He 
punctuated his remarks by slapping Cindy playfully on the ass in an effort 
to bring her around. 

That did the trick. Slowly the shapely, sweat-soaked blonde rolled over and 
smiled up wearily at her new lover. Her face was beet-red from the 
delightful ordeal she had just been through. 

"Don't worry, baby--I haven't forgotten you!" she said at last. "It's just 
that you drive a woman so crazy that it takes her a while to recover!" 

"Well you look plenty refreshed now, so what say I just slip my big, fat 
cock into your cunt and we'll crank it up again?" Don started to position 
himself between Cindy's legs as he spoke, but she stopped him. 

"I'd like to do something that I've never tried before," she explained. "How 
would you like to give me a tit-fuck with that gigantic prick of yours?" 

Don frowned at the suggestion at first, but his frown soon became a 
conspiratorial grin as he inspected Cindy's ample, buoyant tits. 

"Sure, why not?" he laughed, crawling up over Cindy's body. He quickly 
positioned himself on his hands and knees with the tip of his prick resting 
at the base of Cindy's cleavage. Meanwhile, she propped her head up with a 
pillow to afford herself a head-on view of Don's huge prick. 

"Ready?" he asked when they were both comfortably settled. 

"Ready!" Cindy agreed, and the tit-fuck commenced. 

Cindy's immediate reaction when she felt Don's smooth, sleek cock sliding 
between her two soft, squishy tits was one of disbelief--disbelief at how 
wonderful it felt, and disbelief that she had never thought to try this 
before. Two advantages of having a guy fuck her tits rather than her cunt 
soon became apparent. First of all, she could manipulate her tits with her 
hands, thus controlling the amount of friction that Don's cock received, and 
second, she could see Don's hot, stiff prick as it streaked toward her face. 

"Damn, this was a good idea!" Don sighed, settling into a steady fucking 
motion. "Your tits feel softer than some of the cunts I've fucked!" . Cindy 
didn't answer. She was too busy craning her neck forward and opening her 
mouth to see if she could suck Don's cock while he fucked her tits. The 
sheer size of his mammoth prick made it an easy task. 

"Shit, you're just full of good ideas, ain't ya?" Don exclaimed when he 
realized what was happening. 

Now, while the lower half of his pulsating prick-shaft sawed back and forth 
between Cindy's tits, the upper half was being bathed by the rich, moist 
warmth of Cindy's sexy mouth. In addition, the . awkward position she had 
assumed in order to suck Don's cock was causing her to make a lot of 
slurping, clucking, gagging sounds that added to the thrill of this novel 
fuck. 

Cindy was in heaven. What had begun as another lonely night at home had 
turned out to be a feast of decadent sexual pleasures. She realized that she 
probably wouldn't reach an orgasm by fucking Don with her tits and her 
mouth, but it was still providing her with some wonderful, subtle, sexual 
sensations just the same. She loved the way his huge, round cockhead felt 
and tasted as it plowed back and forth across her pulpy tongue, the way his 
steely prickshaft felt as it glided through the valley between her snowy, 
mountainous tits, and the way his gooey, low-hanging balls slapped against 
her tit-mounds at the conclusion of each stroke. Simply put, it just felt 
great to stimulate a man with her mouth and her tits simultaneously. 

Don was getting quite a bang out of it, too. Fucking Cindy Jefferson was a 
dream come true! He had always peeked through her bedroom window when he 
walked past her house at night in the vain hope that he might catch a 
glimpse of her when she was undressing. Now he couldn't quite believe that 
he had not only seen her naked, but was also fucking her mouth and tits. 

"God, what a gorgeous body!" he murmured appreciatively as he relentlessly 
jabbed his bulging cock between her flaccid tits and into her soft, fragrant 
mouth. "It oughta be a crime for a girl to be so beautiful and so horny at 
the same time!" 

All he heard in reply were more loud sucking noises as Cindy continued to 
engulf his prick with her mouth. 

"God, my cock feels like it's on fire!" Don continued. "Jesus, I just can't 
get over how great your tits and mouth feel on my prick!" 

The fuse in his groin was lit, and it began to burn closer and closer to the 
explosive charge of orgasm as he gradually picked up the pace of his 
tit-fucking. Back and forth his monstrous prick went, first parting the 
delicate skin of Cindy's tits, then streaking across her drooling tongue 
almost to the back of her throat. They were fucking like a well-oiled 
machine now, as Cindy had timed her rhythm to match Don's. When he thrust 
his cock forward, she would crane her neck and undulate her lips across his 
prickhead and the upper half of his cock while she squeezed the lower half 
and his dangling balls with her tits. Then she would lean backwards, 
removing all but his tasty, mushroom-shaped cockhead from her mouth. At the 
same time she would release her tits and allow the lower half of his prick 
to slide back onto her stomach. 

"Keep it up, baby. I can feel myself getting ready to come!" Don panted 
excitedly. Sweat was beginning to bead up on his forehead as his entire body 
grew warm in anticipation of his impending climax. "Just a coupla more 
thrusts oughta do it!" 

Frantically he drove his cock down hard onto Cindy's chest, through her 
tender tits and into her mouth. His prick resembled a huge, fleshy torpedo 
as it streaked back and forth across the sensuous blonde's upper torso. 

"Holy shit, I'm doing it... I'm coming!" Don roared. 

He certainly was. Two weeks' worth of pent-up cum suddenly burst from his 
soft, bulbous cockhead and flooded the back of Cindy's throat. The sheer 
volume of the thick jism overwhelmed her, and she was forced to chug-a-lug 
the hot, masculine fluid in order to keep from choking. The violent 
contractions of Don's exploding prick created a peculiar sensation in her 
tits as the pulsing, fleshy cock expanded against the soft, sensitive walls 
of her tit-mounds. The feeling was strange, but it was an exciting new kick 
to have a ten-inch cock nestled between her tits and coming in her mouth at 
the same time. 

Normally Don was a noisy comer, but tonight he purposely kept his yelling 
down to a minimum in order to hear the loud gulping sounds Cindy was making 
as she swallowed his jizz. The thought of such a beautifully built woman 
tasting his cum and feeling it slide down her throat was indeed a powerful 
stimulant, and the sound-effects really enhanced his already incredible 
feeling of orgasm. 

"Eat me, eat me, eat me!" Don whistled softly between clenched teeth as he 
drained his balls into Cindy's mouth. 

Squirt after squirt of thick, hot cream poured down Cindy's throat. It was 
easily the most jism she had ever consumed from a single cock, and she was 
about to gag on the sticky mess when Don suddenly collapsed, tearing his 
spent prick-hose from her cum-coated mouth. Cindy immediately pushed him off 
of her and began gasping for breath. She burped slightly, causing a little 
bit of Don's jizz to rise back up into her throat. 

"Well, it looks like you ended up drinking alone after all!" Don chuckled 
when he had regained his composure. 

I guess it all depends on how you look at it," Cindy panted in reply. "True, 
I was the only one drinking cum, but I wouldn't have had any cum to drink if 
you hadn't showed up!" 

"Are you sure you actually drank it? It looks more like you washed your face 
with it!" Don teased. 

He had a point. Some of his excess jism had spilled out onto Cindy's chin 
and had gotten smeared all over her face, giving it an unnatural, obscene 
sheen. 

"Oh shit! I better remember to wash that off before Carl gets home!" she 
laughed, feeling her damp face. 

"By the way, when do you expect him?" Don asked, a little worried. 

"Oh, not for another hour at least," Cindy answered. "You know, for the 
first time since we were married, I'm actually glad he's working late. And 
if I had known how much fun cheating could be, I'd have tried it months 
ago!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"So, I hear through the grapevine that you're not averse to a little 
screwing around on the side?" 

The person doing the talking was a man that Cindy barely knew. His name was 
John Peterson, and he was a guest at a party that Cindy was attending with 
Carl several weeks after her encounter with Don James. Cindy had thought her 
evening in bed with Don had been innocent enough--she hadn't seen him 
since--but now she felt extremely apprehensive when she realized that word 
of her indiscretion had apparently spread to other acquaintances of Carl's. 

"I... I don't know what you mean," she stammered, nervously fumbling with a 
cocktail napkin. 

"Oh, come on now! I've never known my friends to lie!" John chuckled 
suavely. "And I've never known a pair of eyes as lonely and flirtatious as 
yours to lie, either! It's obvious that that husband of yours hasn't been 
able to give you the kind of loving you so truly need and deserve!" 

Cindy quickly glanced around the room to make sure that Carl was out of 
earshot before she answered. 

"I didn't realize it showed," she whispered meekly. 

"Ha! You might as well wear a sandwich board that says 'Fuck me!' " John 
laughed, a little cruelly. "Here's my phone number," he continued, handing 
Cindy a slip of paper. "I'm free most evenings if you ever feel the need for 
a little, shall we say, 'male companionship.' " Cindy blankly accepted the 
piece of paper and slipped it into her purse. When she looked up, John had 
strolled away to mingle with some of the other guests. He didn't speak to 
her again the whole evening. 

* * * 

Cindy more or less forgot about her strange encounter with John Peterson 
until the following week. Then, one night after Carl phoned to say that he 
would be working late again, she found the crumpled slip of paper in her 
purse while she was searching for a handkerchief with which to dry her 
lonely, tear-stained eyes. Acting on an impulse spawned by sheer 
desperation, she dialed the number John had given her without even taking 
the time to think about what she was doing. 

"So, I take it you've decided to accept my offer!" John chuckled when Cindy 
identified herself. 

"You bet I have!" Cindy answered, trying to keep her voice on an even keel. 
"How quick can you get over here?" 

"Baby, knowing that you'll be waiting for me with open arms, I'll be there 
immediately--if not sooner!" 

As soon as she hung up the phone, Cindy hurried into the bedroom and took 
off her clothes. She was going to put on her slinkiest, sexiest 
negligee--the one that Carl adored--but then she decided she might as well 
go all the way and greet John at the door totally nude. Once she was 
undressed, she made her way to the front of the house and turned off all the 
lights so no one would be able to see her from the street when she answered 
the door naked. Her heart pounded with anticipation as she sat in the dark 
waiting for John to arrive. 

Finally she heard a car pull into the driveway, followed moments later by 
the sound of heavy, masculine footsteps on the front porch. Her cunt was 
throbbing like a toothache as she scampered to answer the door. 

"Come in," she murmured sexily, stepping back behind the door as she opened 
it. 

John's eyes were unaccustomed to the darkness as he entered the house, but 
he was able to see that Cindy was naked as a jay-bird, nevertheless. Her 
pure, white skin radiated a luminous glow. 

"Well, I can see I was right!" he exclaimed, a jolt of lusty excitement 
charging through his strong, virile body. "You are a horny little woman, 
aren't you?" 

"You're damn right!" Cindy blurted. "Kiss me, you fool!" 

She slammed the door closed with her left hand then practically jumped into 
John's arms, pressing her lips to his with a frantic, randy urgency. He was 
a little taken aback by Cindy's aggressiveness, but he quickly became caught 
up in the rising tide of passion himself as he tasted her sweet, lush lips. 

Cindy couldn't believe how carried away she was getting as she kissed John 
like she had never kissed a man before. She pressed her warm, naked thighs 
against his as hard as she could and ground her bare pussy into his crotch 
while her hands explored his board, brawny shoulders. She could tell his up- 
per torso was extremely well-developed as she felt his steely muscles right 
through his jacket and shirt. 

, John's hands encountered no such obstacles as they roamed up and down 
Cindy's smooth, bare back. His cock rapidly began to swell in his pants as 
his senses were assaulted by the incredible softness of Cindy's naked skin 
and the hot, heady fragrance of her feminine breath. His hands soon traveled 
down to her soft, quivering asscheeks, and, cupping one in each palm, he 
lifted her right off the floor and ground her cunt even harder against his 
crotch. To his utter amazement, the sultry, young blonde started coming. 

"Oh God, what a man!" Cindy squealed as a burst of syrupy pussy juice gushed 
out of her cunt, soaking John's neatly pressed slacks. "What a touch... what 
a fucking touch!" 

John had always thought he was pretty good with the ladies, but he never 
realized he was this good! He almost laughed as he continued to hoist Cindy 
up into the air, mashing her rubbery cunt-flaps against the front of his 
pants. 

"That's it, baby--come! You need it!" he growled. His fingers had sunk very 
deeply into the doughy flesh of Cindy's ass, providing him with a secure 
grip with which to maneuver her wildly pounding pussy. 

"Oh yes, take me!" Cindy yelped. "Fuck me hard!" 

It felt as if John had opened a valve in her cunt just by holding her in his 
arms. She couldn't believe how much fluid was pouring out of her pussy as 
she ground it into the rough fabric of his slacks. 

"Baby, just imagine how you're gonna feel when you actually get my big, 
stiff cock shoved up your cunt!" John growled, man-handling the petite 
blonde. He was hoisting her into the air like a rag doll, rubbing his crotch 
against hers and squeezing her asscheeks like modeling clay. 

"Oh, you're so strong and muscular!" Cindy screeched. "God, how I need a man 
like you!" 

"Well you got me!" John retorted, crushing her fragile frame against his. 

In a matter of seconds the storm in Cindy's cunt subsided and she regained 
control of herself. Feeling a little embarrassed, she withdrew from John's 
embrace and straightened her silky, golden hair. 

"I'm afraid I ruined your pants," she offered sheepishly. 

"Don't worry, honey," John assured her. "If that greeting was any 
indication, this evening will be well worth the price of a pair of slacks. 
Now why don't we go into the bedroom and take it from the top?" 

"Hmm, I like you already!" Cindy giggled. 

When they reached the bedroom, Cindy flopped down on the bed and made 
herself comfortable while John undressed. He stripped off his jacket and his 
shirt in a flash, exposing his hairy, muscular chest and bulging arms. His 
biceps and shoulders alternately flexed and relaxed as he removed his pants 
and his shoes, providing a spectacle that quickly rekindled the smoldering 
flames of desire in Cindy's cunt. 

"Wow, you got some muscles on you!" Cindy cooed, anxious to feel John's 
hairy, masculine body against her. 

"And you still haven't seen the biggest, meatiest muscle of all!" John 
replied, pointing at his crotch. His thin, cotton briefs held the promise of 
an enormous cock, as they were obviously straining to withhold the 
substantial bulk of his swollen prick. 

"Well come on--let's see it!" Cindy coaxed, licking her chops. 

John obliged happily, slipping his undershorts down to his feet in one 
smooth, fluid motion. When he straightened up, Cindy could see that his cock 
more than lived up to his promise. It was about the same length as Don's, 
but it was at least an inch or two fatter. It throbbed slightly as it 
continued to fill with blood, and a single drop of clear pre-cum glistened 
at the very tip. 

"Well, with your big, stiff cock and my hot, wet cunt, I think we're gonna 
get along just fine!" Cindy purred. 

"I'll go along with that!" John laughed, kneeling down on the bed. Then, 
fixing his gaze on Cindy's moist, twitching pussy, he added, "But your cunt 
looks so mouth-watering, I'd like to lick it a little before I fuck it!" 

"Be my guest!" Cindy responded, leaning back on the bed and spreading her 
legs to afford John plenty of head room. ""And why don't you swing your feet 
up this way so I can gnaw on that big cock of yours while you eat me out?" 

"Baby, you just read my mind!" John snickered, sliding along the bed until 
his cock was pointing directly at Cindy's young, angelic face. 

"Wow, your prick looks even bigger close up!" Cindy exclaimed, wrapping her 
slim, dainty fingers around the base of the turgid cockshaft. 

After moistening her lips with her tongue, she popped the spongy prick tip 
into her mouth and began to suck it slowly and gently, exploring the 
contoured underside and the fleshy ridge of the crown. The saliva instantly 
welled up in her mouth as the familiar flavor of a swollen cockhead and a 
salty glob of pre-cum danced enticingly across her tastebuds. 

At the same time, John buried his handsome, rugged face in Cindy's crotch 
and began eating her out, thus completing the sixty-nine position. He 
separated her glistening pussyflaps with his thumbs and inserted his tongue 
into the slimy opening of her cuntmouth, lapping up the remnants of the 
musky cum she had oozed when she creamed against his pants in the hallway. 

John had plenty of facial hair, and Cindy quickly discovered that this was a 
distinct plus. His long, wiry sideburns scratched her creamy inner thighs as 
he pressed his face down into her crotch, and his thick, woolly mustache 
tickled her sensitive cuntlips as he kissed her runny pussy. 

Egged on by the warm, prickly sensation radiating through her crotch, Cindy 
decided to try and take all of John's imposing cock into her mouth. She 
opened her jaws wide and began to worm her face down into his crotch, 
proceeding slowly and feeding his fat, flesh prickshaft into her mouth a 
little at a time. At about the halfway point she started gagging when his 
fat cockhead slipped into her throat, but she was determined to keep going 
until she had taken his entire cock into her mouth. She paused momentarily 
to allow the taut, sensitive muscles of her throat to relax somewhat, then 
she continued on her merry way, sinking more and more of John's meaty 
prickshaft into her gaping mouth. 

After several minutes of choking and straining, Cindy finally succeeded in 
cramming every last inch of John's incredible cock into her mouth. Since no 
other girl had ever done this before, John was truly amazed when he felt the 
horny blonde's undulating lips brushing against the loose, hairy skin of his 
ball bag. He pulled his mouth away from her tasty cunt and glanced down at 
his crotch in disbelief. Sure enough, Cindy had completely swallowed his 
prick! All he could see was her pretty blonde head pressed flat against his 
thighs and nuts. 

"Give that lady a cigar!" he exclaimed. "On second thought, skip the cigar. 
With my entire cock in her mouth, there can't be much room left over for 
anything else!" 

With Cindy doing such a good job sucking his cock, John felt obligated to 
give her the best muff-dive of her life in return. He took a deep breath, 
then, sticking his tongue out as hard and straight as he could, he began an 
all-out assault on Cindy's tender pussy. His rigid tongue plowed into her 
pliable cuntmeat like a hot knife cutting through butter, causing the 
cock-sucking blonde to flinch violently. High-pitched, muffled cries of 
pleasure emanated from John's crotch as Cindy whimpered from the heat of his 
oral attack was creating in her compact body. 

His long, agile tongue spun like a lathe, whipping the flow of cunt juice, 
which was streaming from the open wound of her pussy, into a hot, tasty 
lather. Her thigh muscles flexed convulsively, and her cuntlips quivered and 
quaked uncontrollably as John continued to work his tongue deeper and deeper 
into her glistening, resilient pussy sleeve. 

Down at the other end of the hot 'n nasty sixty-nine, Cindy had increased 
the pace dramatically as her temperature continued to rise. Her throat 
muscles had loosened up to the point where she would quite easily jam the 
upper third of John's spit-covered cock into her windpipe. Her head was now 
bobbing up and down like a piston, and her velvety-smooth lips glided up and 
down the entire length on John's bulging prickshaft. Her jaws ached from the 
strain of accommodating the unbelievable girth of his monstrous cock, but 
the fire down in her cunt made Cindy oblivious to the pain. All she could 
feel was a tongue skittering across the raw surface of her cunt, and a 
speeding cock plowing across her laving tongue. 

Finally John located the tiny bud of her clit with his slithering tongue, 
and Cindy's body exploded into a bone-jarring climax. A gasket blew deep 
within her molten pussy, triggering a fresh deluge of slimy cunt-cum. She 
crushed John's meaty prick with her molars and jerked him off with her 
tongue in an attempt to control the raging fury of her orgasm, but her 
efforts were futile. She writhed on the bed like a wounded animal, growling 
and roaring and drooling all over the fleshy prickshaft which was crammed so 
tightly down her throat. 

And still John continued to lick her saucy cunt. He had hit his stride now, 
and he eagerly bore even deeper into the wet, yawning opening of Cindy's 
naked pussy. He was like a boxer who has his opponent trapped on the ropes, 
continually battering Cindy's helpless, exposed clit with his skilled 
tongue. 

The strong taste of her gushing juices only increased his desire, making him 
even hungrier for the flavor and texture of a bare, climaxing, female 
crotch. His fingernails dug deeply into the meaty muscles of her thighs, and 
his thumbs kept her slippery cuntflaps securely folded back, out of the way. 

Cindy felt almost as if she was dreaming as she bobbed her head up and down 
crazily on John's stiff, unyielding cock. Her mouth felt raw from having the 
tremendous bulk of his swollen prick rubbing so hard against it, and she 
longed for the hot, slippery feeling and flavor of male cum. 

It wasn't long in coming. As a second climax erupted within her jammy cunt, 
Cindy suddenly felt John's prickshaft expand to a tremendous size within her 
already cramped mouth. For a moment she thought her jaws would break, but 
just as suddenly John's prick relaxed and a thick, hot jet of milky cum 
spurted against the chafed, aching walls of her throat. She could feel the 
warm, masculine jelly pumping up from his dangling balls and coursing 
through the cum-tube on the underside of his prick and it was a welcome 
relief when the soothing cream finally rushed full-force into her hungry, 
sucking mouth. 

John shook as if he was being electrocuted while he came. The ecstatic 
feeling of orgasm heightened his senses and made Cindy's naked pussy look 
even bigger and redder and wetter than ever before. He withdrew his tongue 
and inhaled a mouthful of her juicy cuntmeat, determined to swallow not only 
her cum, but her whole pussy, if he could. 

"Eeaahh... I love cunt!" was all he was able to scream with a mouthful of 
pussy. 

And, although she wasn't able to say so, Cindy loved cock. The timing of 
John's climax was perfect, as the powerful contractions of his spurting cock 
coincided exactly with the wild spasms in her cunt. It felt almost as if she 
was coming into her own mouth. But of course, male cum tastes different than 
female cum, and that fact was reaffirmed with each fresh squirt of jism that 
shot into her gulping mouth. The potent taste and aroma of John's milky cum 
made Cindy's head spin as it overwhelmed her senses with its presence. 

"Eat me! Blow me! Suck me off!" John chanted, still holding one of Cindy's 
squishy cuntlips between his teeth. 

He pursed his lips tightly around the ragged pussyflap and pressed down hard 
against the slimy surface with the tip of his tongue, setting off little 
fires of delight all over Cindy's quaking body. She was breathing hard 
through ,,her nose, and her warm, humid breath tickled the pliant, supple 
skin of John's nut sac. 

She's got my fucking cock right down her fucking throat! was the only 
thought in John's mind as he spat out her meaty cuntlip and lanced her 
oozing pussy dead-center with his tongue. The silky membranes of her inner 
cunt yielded easily to his advancing tongue, enveloping it in a blanket of 
pure, feminine warmth. The flow of juices from the luscious pussy seemed 
endless, as stream after stream of love sauce cascaded down into John's 
handsome face. 

And once again John's slithering tongue speared Cindy's throbbing clit with 
deadly accuracy, touching off still another explosion of orgasmic pleasure 
within her reeling mind. A deep, guttural roar rushed from her lungs, 
summing up her feelings better than mere words ever could. The flow of jism 
from John's spurting cock had finally ceased, but Cindy still held it firmly 
in her mouth, rolling the now-flaccid prick-hose on her tongue like a huge 
wad of male-flavored gum. 

After what seemed like an eternity, John finally plucked his tongue from the 
pasty interior of Cindy's rubbery cunt. The chaotic thunder of orgasm 
suddenly ended inside her brain, and she spat his wilted cock from her mouth 
and began gasping for air. Her entire body felt totally burnt-out from 
having so many intensely vivid climaxes. 

But Cindy wasn't finished yet. And neither was John. 

"Jesus, you give good head!" he panted, smiling up at her sweaty, radiant 
face. 

"So do you!" Cindy breathed. 

"Are you as good at fucking as you are at sucking cock?" John asked 
hopefully. 

"You'll soon find out!" she replied with a grin. 

It wasn't humanly possible for John to get it up so soon after such a 
devastating climax, so in the meantime he settled for a little necking with 
the sultry, voluptuous blonde. Pivoting on his hip, he swung his body around 
so that he was now lying beside Cindy's beautiful, naked form. He smiled 
warmly and placed his hand affectionately on her cheek as he gazed into the 
lush, brown pools of her eyes. 

"How do you keep yourself so goddamn beautiful?" he whispered softly. 

"Oh, the usual ways," Cindy shrugged. "I take good care of myself 'cause I 
realize men are attracted to pretty blondes like flies to honey!" 

"Damn, you really love to get fucked, don't you?" John asked with a smile. 

"Uh-huh!" Cindy giggled, nuzzling his dark, whisker-bristled neck with her 
nose. 

John leaned back and shut his eyes, sighing contentedly. While Cindy nibbled 
gently on his neck, he slid his left hand down across her right shoulder to 
her arm, then over to her huge, snowy tits. He kept his hand open as he 
pressed it to the buoyant globes of tit-flesh, kneading" them like cookie 
dough. He positioned the heel of his hand directly over her pointed right 
nipple, then he ground it down hard onto the delicate, white tit, flattening 
it out and sending shivers down Cindy's spine. At last he closed his fingers 
around the billowy tit-mound, poking and scratching it lightly with his 
nails. 

While John felt up her tits, Cindy slowly crept up over his chin with her 
searing lips until her mouth claimed his in a steamy, lust-inspired kiss. 
Her right hand brushed against his hairy, muscular thighs as she shifted her 
position on the bed, and instinctively she began groping for his cock. It 
was still soft and flexible when she took it in her slender fingers, but 
that changed in a hurry as the intensity of their kiss increased. As the 
blood rushed into John's prick and it began to stiffen, Cindy slowly began 
jerking him off, skillfully coaxing the fleshy tool into another hard-on. 

"You've got the touch, kid!" John moaned as he felt a renewed, horny 
vitality coursing through his veins. 

"You're not too shabby with your hands, either!" Cindy answered, referring 
to the thorough massage John was giving her heaving tits. 

As soon as Cindy had succeeded in getting John up again, she wanted to feel 
his huge, pulsating cock inside her perpetually randy cunt. In preparation 
for the glorious moment of entry, she flopped down onto her back and kicked 
her legs apart. 

"Are you ready to fuck the living daylights out of me?" she murmured 
sensuously. 

"Open up your cunt, 'cause I'm coming in!" John growled, grasping his 
flushed, purple cock in his hand. He wriggled over between her invitingly 
spread thighs, leaned forward, and pressed his bulbous cockhead against her 
mushy outer cuntlips. 

"Oh shit, I can't wait!" Cindy yelped the instant John's prick made contact 
with her pussy. She thrust her hips upward, stretching the meaty lips of her 
cunt far enough apart for John to slide the tip of his prick into her 
moistened pussy hole, then she relaxed and allowed him to sink the entire 
ten inches of his prick into her pussy. 

"Ahhh, that feels mighty damn good!" John sighed when his monstrous cock 
struck bottom. 

"God, it's so big!" Cindy marveled. "I can feel it stretching my pussy with 
its length and hardness!" 

John's cock had felt tingly and raw after the ravenous sucking Cindy had 
given it, but the soft, moist interior of her swampy cunt instantly soothed 
it and made it throb with lust. He shuddered as he felt her tender pussy 
lining shifting and settling around his turgid prickshaft, and then he began 
the characteristic in-and-out fucking motions that Cindy had so desperately 
craved. 

"And away we go!" John laughed, withdrawing almost the entire length of his 
prick from Cindy's soupy cunt. 

"Hot damn, that's it!" Cindy squealed. "Put it to me, lover!" 

John then did just that, ramming his cock home in the young, blonde wife's 
wet, gaping cunt with one sharp, sudden thrust of his hips. A power surge of 
lust shot through Cindy's nervous system when his spongy cockhead bore down 
into her pussy like a diver knifing into the water. 

"You love it, don't you?" John asked, breathing heavily. "You just love to 
feel my cock in your cunt!" 

"Oh, yes, yes, I do!" Cindy whimpered. "It's so big and fat and hard--I love 
it!" 

These were not the mere mindless babblings of a woman out of her mind with 
desire. Cindy really did love the way a big cock like John's felt inside her 
pussy. The methodical thrusts of his mammoth prick had a hypnotic effect on 
her, simultaneously relaxing her and stirring her senses into a frenzy. She 
glance down over her mountainous tits at her crotch and was stimulated still 
further by the sight of John's hairy, muscular frame melting against hers, 
then peeling off again as he prepared to make another surge. She was totally 
mesmerized by the way his prick looked as it pistoned in and out of her 
receptive cunt, and the way his balls looked as they bounced crazily to and 
fro. 

"What a beautiful pussy--snug and slippery, just the way I like it!" John 
murmured. "And your tits aren't half bad, either. In fact, they made a good 
set of handles!" 

To illustrate the point, John cupped a hand over each of Cindy's squishy 
tits and began to use them for support as he increased the speed of his 
thrusts while varying the angle of penetration. He squeezed her warm, fluffy 
tits as he fucked downward, then he tugged them back up again as he withdrew 
his prick, tweaking her rosy nipples as he did so. 

"In and out, in and out, in and out!" Cindy sang, narrating the slow, 
comfortable fuck. 

Her lower belly seemed to swell each time John's immense cock bore into her 
juice-slicked cunt, then her muscles relaxed as he pulled his cock out 
again. His thrusts were calm and steady, keeping his prick in constant 
motion but making the inexorable build-up toward a mutual climax a gradual, 
savory affair. 

"God, you're really built!" Cindy wheezed. 

She had her arms wrapped tightly around John's athletic body, and she could 
feel the muscles in his shoulders rippling like waves of masculinity. She 
slowly swept her hands downward across his broad back until they came to 
rest on his beefy asscheeks. A thrill of desire shuddered through her sleek, 
feline body each time the twin cheeks of his ass clenched and relaxed in 
time with his relentlessly fucking cock. 

"Soft, so soft... " John breathed, bending down his head to kiss Cindy's 
bare, delectable neck. He kept his arms folded underneath his chest, 
continually fondling her creamy, supple tits. 

Cindy's clit was hot and firm, brushing against John's cock with every 
stroke. Each thrust of his mammoth prick fanned the flames in her crotch a 
little higher, as another explosive orgasm began welling up inside her 
lovely, young body. 

"Ooo, I'm gonna come soon!" she panted. "How 'bout you?" 

"Don't worry about me, honey," John replied. 

"If you wanna come, go right ahead!" 

"I think... I just might... do that!" Cindy gasped. 

And then, sure enough, she did. She kicked her legs into the air when her 
climax struck, wrapping them tightly around John's thighs. She also started 
gyrating her hips so that his cock was spiraling into her greasy cunt. 

"Oh shit, you're so good!" she howled. "Fuck me, lover--come on, harder!" 

John made every effort to accommodate her, picking up the pace of his 
assault on her gooey cunt until his cock was just a blur as it sped in and 
out of the wet, pink opening. Cindy's pussy went into convulsions as she 
came, dousing his chugging cock with her hot, slippery juices. 

"Oh Christ, you're the best!" she wailed. "I love to be fucked by you!" 

Sweat was beading up on the sultry blonde's forehead as she thrashed around 
on the bed, squeezing every drop of pleasure from her fiery climax. Strands 
of silky blonde hair clung to her face and danced exotically on the pillow, 
filling John's soul with a deep, primitive desire. He was now looking 
directly into Cindy's eyes, thoroughly enjoying her reaction to his skillful 
fucking. 

"Feel my cock screwing into your cunt?" he growled. "I know you do, 'cause I 
can feel your tight little pussy going crazy!" 

"Oh yes, it's going crazy!" Cindy echoed. "Don't stop--keep it up!" John had 
every intention of keeping it up, as he still had a load of cum to blow into 
the hot, damp cavern of Cindy's cunt. He could feel a sensation of raw, 
masculine power surging through his muscles as he fucked onward toward his 
own climax, and he was determined to set Cindy off again at precisely the 
same moment. He slowed the pace briefly until it appeared as if her 
thunderous climax might blow over, then he fucked her cunt savagely with 
five hard, vicious strokes of his prick, triggering the dual orgasm he was 
seeking. 

"Oh God, here I go again!" Cindy screamed, raking her long, sharp nails 
across his broad back. 

"And here I go, too!" John answered. "Right... now!" 

His cock suddenly swelled to its maximum size with a load of milky cum, then 
it blew up, spewing the thick, hot liquid all over Cindy's juice-saturated 
pussy. 

"Give it to me!" Cindy yelped. "Fill my fucking cunt to the brim with your 
wonderful fucking jizz!" 

She rolled her eyes and twisted her body beneath John's, temporarily insane 
with the chaotic ecstasy of orgasm. All the needles in her mind went right 
off the scale as her pulsating clit was stimulated to the maximum by John's 
erupting prick. 

"Suck my cock with your cunt!" John bellowed, driving his prick into her 
sizzling pussy with all the strength he could muster. 

The sheer beauty of Cindy's delectable body, the warmth of her cunt, and her 
wildly enthusiastic response to his aggressive fucking lifted John to new 
heights of orgasmic delight. She was the sexiest woman he had ever fucked, 
and with the lights still on in the bedroom, he could see her lovely, nude 
body plain as day while he came. 

Burst after burst of jism sprang from John's nuts into Cindy's cunt. His big 
prick displaced a substantial portion of the milky cum as it continued to 
bore into her spastic pussy, causing some of the gooey liquid to spill over 
the rim and stream down her inner thighs. Cindy dug her fingernails into 
John's back as she came, holding on for dear life. Time seemed to stand 
still during the few brief moments it took for John to shoot his thick wad 
of jism. 

"Holy shit, you're incredible!" the desperate, cheating wife shrieked. "I 
love your cock!" 

As always, the brief, intense storm of their simultaneous climax passed all 
too quickly, and John collapsed on top of Cindy. All the strength had been 
taken out of their muscles during the explosive finale to their inspired 
fuck, paralyzing them both for several minutes. 

"So, on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate me?" John queried after 
they recovered. 

"A perfect ten--one for each inch of your cock!" Cindy answered, not without 
an effort. Her body felt tired and sore, but it was a pleasantly fatigued 
feeling. "And I'm really glad your friend Don has such a big mouth!" she 
added, referring to the fact that had been Don James' boasts to John that 
had brought the two together. 

"Yeah, I'll have to remember to thank Don the next time I see him," John 
chuckled. "For once one of his 'hot tips' paid off!" 

"You got the only hot tip I care about!" Cindy replied. She removed John's 
spent cock from her cunt and squeezed his damp, tacky prick tip for 
emphasis. 

"Well you can have my hot tip any time you want it!" John continued. "My 
offer of 'male companionship' is good indefinitely!" 

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind!" Cindy laughed. "You know, I think this 
cheating business could really get to be habit-forming!" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The word was out. Cindy Jefferson was a lonely, horny young wife who wasn't 
getting enough cock from her overworked husband and was perfectly willing to 
look elsewhere for a replacement. During the next several weeks she had 
numerous encounters with both Don James and John Peterson, sometimes in the 
evening and sometimes in the afternoon. They referred her to a few other 
guys they knew who were looking for a hot piece of ass, and it soon got to 
the point where Cindy was fucking two or three men at one time. At long 
last, she had enough cock to keep her satisfied. 

Then one afternoon something strange happened. Hearing a knock at the front 
door, Cindy rushed to answer it, fully expecting to greet one of her new 
male sex partners. Instead she was met by the sight of a tall, slender, 
dark-haired girl in her late twenties. The woman was a stranger, and Cindy 
immediately assumed she was a saleswoman or a solicitor of some sort. 

"Can I help you?" Cindy asked, smiling pleasantly. 

"Yes, I believe you can," the striking brunette answered. "You're Cindy 
Jefferson, aren't you?" 

"Yes, I am," Cindy replied, a little puzzled. "And you are?" 

"Joan Davis." She paused momentarily, sizing Cindy up with a close, 
scrutinizing stare before dropping her bombshell. "I'm John Peterson's 
girlfriend." 

Panic instantly gripped Cindy's body, causing her heart to flutter and her 
temples to pound like thunder. Had this beautiful, statuesque brunette come 
to scratch Cindy's eyes out for fucking around with her boyfriend? 

"Hey, look, I can explain," Cindy stammered, apprehensively wringing her 
hands. "I... I... don't deny that I know John, but he never mentioned that 
he had a steady girlfriend, or I never would have--" 

"Oh yes you would!" Joan laughed. "No woman can resist John if he decides he 
wants to fuck her. I mean, I couldn't, so why should I expect you to be any 
different?" 

Cindy was relieved by Joan's reassuring manner, but she was still a little 
perplexed. 

"I don't understand," she answered cautiously. "If you know all about John 
and me and you don't mind, why are you here?" 

"If you'll allow me to come in, I'll explain everything," Joan replied with 
an odd smile. 

Cindy still felt a little uneasy about the whole situation, but she invited 
Joan into her living room. Cindy sat on the couch and offered the larger, 
more comfortable chair to Joan, but to her surprise, the tall, raven-haired 
beauty chose to sit on the couch beside her. Then, to further increase 
Cindy's bewilderment, Joan loosened the top three buttons of her own dark, 
silky blouse. 

"There! Now that I'm more comfortable, I can start to explain," she began, 
curling her shapely legs up underneath her ass on the sofa. "John told me 
about you right after the first time he fucked you. He said you were just a 
lonely chick who needed a cock." 

Startled by Joan's bluntness, Cindy squirmed uncomfortably on the couch. 

"And from what Johnny's told me, you're quite the little piece of ass!" Joan 
continued. "He said you can even get his entire cock into your mouth when 
you suck him off!" 

Cindy's face flushed crimson with embarrassment. "I really don't see where 
this conversation is leading," she mumbled, avoiding the other girl's gaze. 

"Okay, I'll get to the point!" Joan laughed. "Well, I just figured that any 
girl who's as horny as you seem to be probably isn't very particular about 
when she fucks, how she fucks... or who she fucks." Joan grinned 
meaningfully as she delivered her spiel, giving Cindy her first inkling of 
what was about to come. "And it just so happens that I'm a girl who doesn't 
always restrict herself to the male sex when it comes to fucking, if you 
know what I mean!" As she concluded her pitch, Joan reached over and placed 
her hand on Cindy's, leaving no doubt as to what she was driving at. 

Cindy instantly recoiled in honor, frightened and repulsed. "Hey, look, 
lady, I don't know what you've heard, but I'm definitely not a lezzie!" she 
snarled. 

"Not yet, you mean!" Joan laughed, undaunted. She slithered along the couch 
and enveloped the smaller, weaker blonde in her long, surprisingly powerful 
arms. "You know what they say: Try it, you'll like it!" 

Despite her fear and revulsion, Cindy could feel a positive response to 
Joan's embrace deep within her body. Her pulse quickened just a little and 
her cunt began to secrete juices as the seductive, hauntingly beautiful 
stranger drew her lips close to Cindy's ear, fogging up her senses with a 
cloud of warm, fragrant breath. 

"This is insane!" Cindy protested, trying to come to terms with the strange, 
conflicting emotions which were bubbling up inside her. 

"I hate to be pushy, but it seems to be the only way to get some girls to 
allow themselves to discover just how good a lesbian fuck can be," Joan 
explained. "So all I ask is just one simple favor: Kiss me once, then let 
your feeling dictate whether or not you'd like me to go down on you!" 

Without waiting for a reply, Joan pressed her full, red, glistening lips to 
Cindy's and flicked out her tongue in an electrifying french kiss. She knew 
right away she had Cindy when the petite blonde parted her own lips to allow 
the other girl's tongue to enter her mouth. Seconds later Cindy wrapped her 
arms around Joan's body and began returning her kiss with almost as much 
passion and desire as the experienced brunette. The powerful embrace and 
steamy kiss lasted several minutes, as Cindy quickly made up her mind that 
she did indeed enjoy kissing another woman. 

"I take it that's a yes!" Joan laughed when Cindy finally paused to catch 
her breath. 

"Uh, yeah, I suppose it is," Cindy replied somewhat sheepishly. She still 
couldn't quite accept the fact that she enjoyed kissing another woman. 

"Good!" Joan answered, clapping her hands together in delight. "And if you 
liked the way I kissed your mouth, you'll just love the way I'm going to 
kiss your pussy!" 

Cindy's cuntlips twitched spasmodically at the thought of the gorgeous, 
dark-skinned older woman eating her out. 

"Pretty nice tits you got there!" Joan crooned admiringly. She then 
aggressively slipped her hand up under Cindy's casual tee shirt until she 
was feeling the large, ample mounds of tit-flesh through a snug, overstuffed 
bra. "And would you care to feel me? They're not as big as yours, but 
they've got a lovely texture!" 

With her free hand, Joan seized Cindy's right wrist and guided her small, 
dainty fingers up to the open neck of her blouse. Cindy's reflexes took over 
at that point, and she mechanically slithered her hand under the dark, 
slinky material of the pretty brunette's blouse. Joan was only wearing a 
half-cup bra, which allowed Cindy to get her hot little hand onto the 
stranger's average-sized but nicely shaped tits with a minimum of effort. 

Up to that point Joan had displayed the calm, collected attitude of an 
instructor, but her passion began to flare up as her new student quickly got 
the hang of groping another woman's tits. The elegant brunette gave a little 
cry of delight, then she leaned forward and began kissing Cindy against 
while they felt each other up. Joan soon succeeded in getting her hand 
underneath Cindy's bra, so that each was feeling the other's warm, bare 
tits. 

Cindy's mind reeled as she drank in the lush, rich sweetness of Joan's tart, 
ripe mouth. There were no harsh, abrasive whiskers to scratch her face while 
she kissed her partner, only the soft, cottony texture of fine female skin. 
The scent of Joan's dark, shiny hair, the taste of her lips, and the feel of 
her round, firm tits all made Cindy that much more aware of her own 
femininity. It was sort of like masturbating, but the presence of another 
woman added a new, exciting dimension. 

Just as Cindy was really starting to enjoy the taste of Joan's lips and the 
feeling of another woman's soft, feminine fingers on her heaving tits, the 
sexy brunette suddenly peeled her mouth away from Cindy's and withdrew her 
hand from her shirt. But Cindy's lust desire instantly made another huge 
leap when Joan bent down her head and started kissing Cindy's tightly-packed 
crotch. The randy, blonde wife was still wearing her house slacks and 
panties, but these obstructions did little to diminish the feeling of Joan's 
sweet, wet mouth on Cindy's hot, tingling cunt. 

"Oh yes, I want it!" Cindy squealed. "I want you to lick my crotch!" 

Cindy's slacks and panties were soon sopping wet from the combination of 
Joan's drooling saliva on the outside and her own seeping juices on the 
inside. Her cunt felt stifled and she longed to expose her twitching pussy 
to the open air and Joan's skilled tongue. 

"Here, just let me pull my pants down... please!" she panted, staying Joan's 
head with her hands. 

She quickly unbuckled her slacks, then, sliding her thumbs under the 
waistband of both her jeans and her panties, she tugged them down to her 
knees in one frantic motion. At last her raw, quivering cunt was naked, 
exposed to the eyes of a horny brunette who was anxious to do a little 
muff-diving. 

"Umm, nice!" Joan cooed, inspecting the fresh, red meat of Cindy's oozing 
pussy. A cloud of musky pussy scent wafted into her face as the puddles of 
cunt juice which had collected in Cindy's panties released their telltale 
fragrance. 

Stirred up by the pungent aroma, Joan combed her fingers through the fleecy, 
blonde tuft of Cindy's cunthair and prepared to eat her out. She stuck out 
her long, graceful tongue and poked the tip of it tentatively into a stream 
of glistening pussy oil which was smeared on Cindy's inner thighs. Then she 
withdrew it and smacked her lips, sampling the attractive blonde's feminine 
lubricant. 

"Tasty!" Joan announced approvingly. "I see what John means when he says 
you've got an exceptionally sweet pussy!" Joan then made a few more laps 
around Cindy's quaking thighs, licking up the excess droplets of juice but 
pointedly avoiding the tender, pink meat of her glistening cunt-hole. Cindy 
couldn't stand the suspense any longer. 

"Come on, don't be such a tease!" she pleaded. "Lick my cunt before I 
explode!" 

Joan responded not with words, but with one quick, deft movement of her 
tongue. She drew the tip of her agile tongue straight across Cindy's smooth, 
supple thighs and plunged it directly into the center of her delicately 
parted cunt. The young blonde's body immediately turned to jelly. 

"Oh fuck, that feels great!" Cindy cried, churning her hips convulsively. 
She lifted her legs into the air and frantically kicked her jeans and her 
panties all the way off, leaving her totally nude from the waist down. "Take 
it, take my fucking pussy!" She wailed, toppling over onto her side. She 
then flopped onto her back and opened her legs wide, giving Joan total 
access to her raw, naked cunt. 

All during Cindy's wild thrashing, Joan kept her mouth glued to the mushy 
opening of the passion-inflamed blonde's pussy. Then when Cindy was finally 
lying on her back with her legs all the way apart, the experienced brunette 
really pulled out all the stops. She plunged two fingers from each hand into 
Cindy's hot, wet cunt and folded back the twin flaps of her glistening 
pussy. Now the moist, cavernous interior of the blonde's anxious-to-be-eaten 
cunt was open to a full-scale oral attack. 

"Go for it--bite my clit!" Cindy implored, offering her red, yawning pussy 
to Joan's mouth. 

Joan was already prepared to do just that. She stretched Cindy's elastic 
pussy lining as far apart as she could with her slender fingers, then she 
plowed face-first into the dripping cunt, straining her neck in an effort to 
reach the quivering acorn of the blonde's clit with her front teeth. Finally 
she was able to take the fleshy nub between her lips, then she released the 
resilient cunt walls and allowed them to collapse around her drooling, 
greedy mouth. 

"That's the ticket!" Cindy bellowed. "Suck my fucking clit off--and make a 
little noise!" 

Joan immediately complied with both of Cindy's requests. She sucked inward 
as hard as she could, creating a vacuum around the gristly button of Cindy's 
clit. This sucking action also caused Cindy's cuntmeat to pucker up, 
creating a loud, raspy, slurping sound in the process. Shivers of ticklish 
delight danced all across the beautiful, naked blonde's radiant skin. 

"Suck, suck, suck!" Cindy barked, gyrating her hips wildly. She knew she 
didn't have far to go before she reached Orgasm City. 

Joan sucked on Cindy's hot, throbbing clit until her cheeks ached and her 
breath ran short. Then she squirted the slimy little clit-pit out from 
between her lips like a watermelon seed and began laving away at the goopy 
interior of Cindy's pussy with her plump, pulpy tongue. 

"Lick, lick, lick!" Cindy chanted, enjoying the licking just as much as she 
had enjoyed the sucking. 

Joan used her tongue like a scalpel as she reamed out Cindy's pussy, neatly 
separating her tattered cuntlips exactly in the middle, then pressing down 
hard against the ripe, satiny inner walls of the sultry blonde's gleaming 
cunt. Cindy's splayed pussyflaps fluttered uncontrollably each time the 
brunette changed the direction on her constantly twirling tongue. Beads of 
Cindy's salty cunt juice clung to Joan's chin, cheeks, and upper lip, giving 
her already glowing face a dazzlingly erotic sheen. 

"Ooo! Get ready--I'm gonna come in your face!" Cindy suddenly screamed. She 
grabbed Joan's bouncing brunette head in her hands and drove it down against 
the pasty, rubbery exterior of her smoldering cunt, triggering a 
mind-numbing climax. 

"Here I go--take it! Drink my cum!" Cindy wailed as the dam in her pussy 
burst, unleashing its reservoir of golden, fishy cunt-cum. "Lick me, bitch, 
lick me!" 

Nude from the waist down and with a sexy brunette head buried between her 
legs, Cindy looked truly demented as she came. Her whole body shook like a 
vibrator, causing her long, blonde hair to swirl around on the couch like a 
golden cyclone and her large, full tits to jiggle like a couple of ripe 
melons inside her clingy tee shirt. She closed her eyes and opened her 
mouth, revealing her wet, red tongue and a set of gleaming, ivory teeth. A 
few trickles of spit ran down her chin, a low moan emanated from her throat, 
and deep lines furrowed her forehead. 

"Deeper, deeper!" Cindy begged. "Rip my fucking cunt open with your 
tongue... oh, I wanna come forever!" 

Joan had gone down on numerous other women, but none of them had ever 
reacted quite like this! Cindy's cunt held far more juice than Joan would 
have believed possible, and it was beating almost like a heart as it 
climaxed wildly into her face. The dishy brunette was swirling her tongue 
around the cherry-red opening of Cindy's pussy like a kid eating an ice 
cream cone on a hot summer day, frantically trying to keep up with the 
deluge of musky, syrupy, feminine discharge. The heat and humidity were 
almost unbearable down between Cindy's warm, well-toned thighs, and Joan 
felt a little light-headed from all the excitement. 

Cindy's sweltering body was bathed in sweat as her climax rolled through it 
like a violent summer thunderstorm. She grabbed the hem of her flapping tee 
shirt and tugged it up to her tits in a desperate attempt to provide some 
relief for her overheated belly. All the while she continued writhing on the 
couch, and her creamy, exposed stomach shimmied like a snake as she churned 
her hips in an orgasmic frenzy. 

"Eat me, cunt!" she snarled. "Eat my fucking pussy for lunch!" 

Joan's ears felt hot and swollen from having Cindy's firm inner thighs 
chafing against them, and her face was a sticky mess from all the pussy-cum 
which was splashing into it. But she was determined to keep her spiraling 
tongue firmly implanted in Cindy's pliant cunt until she had licked up all 
the juice. By this time her nose was resting in the parting at the top of 
the fiery blonde's pussy-crevice, and her lips and chin were pressed deeply 
into the saucy, red opening of her cunt. The splayed, twitching pussy-folds 
massaged her face as they expanded and contracted, spewing out their slimy 
load of girly oil. 

"Oh, you're the best!" Cindy howled, collapsing onto the couch. She had a 
habit of screaming "You're the best!" every time she was eaten out because 
each new climax seemed better and more exciting than the one before. The 
orgasm brought on by Joan's experienced tongue was no exception, and as 
always, Cindy felt totally drained when it was over. 

"Jesus, that was some kiss!" she groaned, releasing her leghold on Joan's 
head. "I felt like I sprayed a gallon of juice!" 

"I think you did!" Joan agreed, wiping her wet, glistening face with her 
equally soaked hand. She plucked a few blonde, wiry cunthairs off her tongue 
and then sat back on the couch, almost as tired as Cindy. With her flushed 
cheeks, cuni-smeared face, and tousled brown hair, it seemed peculiar that 
she was still fully-clothed. 

"Shit, I'm roasting!" Cindy sighed, pulling her shirt up over her head. "You 
must be burning up inside those clothes!" 

"Yeah, I am!" Joan laughed. "My panties are drenched. You got me so 
turned-on that I almost came in my drawers!" 

"Well why don't you get undressed?" Cindy urged. 

She had her shirt off by this time and was now fumbling with her bra strap. 
The confining undergarment finally came away, leaving her completely naked. 
She flung the elastic bra away and settled back on the couch, pleasantly 
weary. Her spent cunt felt like an overworked muscle between her meaty 
thighs. 

"You're really a pretty girl," Joan purred, eying Cindy's lovely, naked 
frame. "I'm afraid my body can't compete with yours, but I'm gonna strip 
naked anyway. I'm dying to come on your sexy little face!" 

Joan then stood up and started undoing the remaining buttons on her fluffy 
black blouse. Cindy had seen girls undress plenty of times before and had 
never been aroused in the least, but there was an aura about this darkly 
beautiful, sensuous older woman that made the young blonde's pussy ache with 
desire as she watched her mentor strip. 

Her heartbeat increased dramatically when Joan removed her slinky top, 
revealing her soft, round shoulders and firm, dark-skinned belly. Her size 
34 tits were lifted nicely by a lacy, half-cup black bra, which gave them a 
well-defined, inviting cleavage. Cindy's mouth was watering by the time the 
sleek brunette unfastened her bra and peeled it away, exposing her 
delectable tits in all their glory. Each was capped by a large, pointed, 
half-dollar-sized nipple that was just begging to be sucked. 

"Jesus, I don't know why you're so modest about your body--it's gorgeous!" 
Cindy murmured reverently. 

"Why thank you!" Joan replied, genuinely flattered. 

She paused briefly to allow Cindy to drink in the beauty of her naked tits, 
then she started unzipping her tight, black slacks. The silky material clung 
to her long, slender legs like a second skin and it looked as if Joan was 
peeling a piece of luscious, ripe fruit as she worked her pants down over 
her thighs. 

Underneath her slacks Joan wore a pair of equally tight, snowy-white panties 
that perfectly set off her dark midsection and thighs. A large damp spot was 
easily visible in the V-shaped crotch of her skimpy panties, and Cindy was 
dying to see the drooling cunt which had produced the stain. 

"And now the moment you've been waiting for!" Joan announced, tucking her 
thumbs under the waistband of her soaked panties. She then rolled them down 
her thighs slowly and carefully, building up Cindy's anticipation to a fever 
pitch. 

"Damn, my mouth is really watering for the taste of that cunt!" Cindy 
slobbered. 

And no wonder. Joan's pussy was truly scrumptious-looking, with two thick, 
blood-red cuntlips topped off by the darkest, thickest, woolliest muff of 
pubic hair that Cindy had ever seen. 

"Well, what do you think?" Joan inquired when she was totally nude. She 
inched closer to where Cindy sat and turned around, giving the excited, 
blonde wife a look at her picture-perfect ass. Her legs were parted 
slightly, allowing Cindy to see her wet, dripping pussy and a few long, 
kinky cunt-hairs through her smooth, dark thighs. 

"I think this!" Cindy growled, placing her hands on the older woman's 
slender hips. She then sat up on the couch and kissed Joan's soft, buttery 
asscheeks, flicking out her tongue to bathe the rich, creamy assflesh in 
saliva. 

"Well we must think a lot alike, 'cause this is exactly what I had in mind!" 
Joan crooned encouragingly. 

Up and down Cindy went with her slithering tongue, tasting every inch of 
Joan's delicious ass. 

She even poked the tip of her tongue into the upper portion of the smoky 
brunette's asscrack and drew it all the way down to the bottom, pausing 
momentarily to give her spicy, puckered asshole a rim job. 

"Oh Christ, my knees are getting weak!" Joan whined. "Can I lie on the 
floor?" 

"Be my guest!" Cindy replied. "I'm sure you'll taste as good lying down as 
you do standing up!" 

Cindy was right, of course, as she quickly discovered when Joan lay face 
down on the floor and begged the spunky blonde to continue kissing her hot, 
naked ass. Cindy decided to go one better, however, and give the sleek 
brunette's entire body a tongue-bath. She started at the nape of Joan's neck 
and worked her way downward, kissing her smooth, supple shoulders, her 
delicately curved back, and her prominent, meaty ass before moving on to her 
tight, athletic thighs and velvety calves. Cindy even kissed the soles of 
the statuesque brunette's feet before rolling her over to work on the front 
of her sultry, nude body. 

"That's it, taste me!" Joan coaxed. "Lick me all over!" 

She felt as if she was melting under the hot mouth of the lewd, lascivious 
blonde. Each square inch of her body grew warm and tingly when Cindy blessed 
it with the Midas touch of her sweet, wet lips and swirling tongue. 

"Oh yeah, my cunt--eat my cunt next!" Joan begged as Cindy worked her way 
along the taste-tempting brunette's quaking right thigh. 

But Cindy was in control now, and she fully in tended to tease Joan the same 
way Joan had toyed with her. She played all around the smoldering opening of 
Joan's cunt, even going so far as combing her dark, wiry muff with her 
teeth. But then she left the oozing pussy-hole untouched and proceeded on to 
Joan's warm, supple stomach instead. 

"Oh, come on--give me a little blonde head!" Joan pleaded. 

"In due time!" Cindy answered, licking her tart, red lips. "I wanna taste 
the rest of you first!" 

She then set out to do just that, kissing her way across Joan's firm, flat 
stomach toward her lust-swollen tits. The dark-haired, bronze-skinned 
temptress's nipples were rigid and pointed, throbbing with desire. They felt 
rough and firm between Cindy's lips when the panting blonde inhaled them one 
at a time, alternating every few seconds. She made loud, clucking sounds as 
she nursed hungrily. 

"Well if you won't lick my pussy, the next best thing is sucking my 
nipples!" Joan wheezed, stroking Cindy's pretty, blonde head with her 
delicate, sensitive hands. 

Cindy couldn't have agreed more. Joan's erect, bite-sized nipples provided 
the perfect appetizer for the main course of her hot, soupy cunt. The 
ravenous blonde poked the rough, hard tit-tips straight down into the 
squishy globes of flesh with the tip of her tongue, causing them to flutter 
and ripple enticingly. Then she moved on to the cleavage and swirled her 
tongue around every fluffy, supple inch of bare tit. 

Still cradling Cindy's head in her hands, Joan lay back on the rug and shut 
her eyes, basking in the delightful, randy glow which was spreading through 
her nervous system like an intoxicating drug. Having another nude female 
lying on top of her raised her body temperature to a fever pitch, and she 
could feel her palpitating cunt smoldering like some unseen forest fire 
about to erupt into a full-scale inferno of passion. 

"Please, Cindy," she whispered softly, "please eat my cunt before I melt!" . 

"Well... okay, if you insist!" Cindy agreed, smiling up at her new lesbian 
lover. She brushed a strand of shiny, golden hair from her radiant face, 
then she leaned forward and kissed Joan full on the mouth before heading 
back down to the other girl's throbbing pussy. 

"Oh fuck, I can hardly wait!" Joan squealed. Her entire body was quaking 
with anticipation. "I've never wanted to be eaten out so badly in all my 
life!" She spread her legs and bent them at the knees, tilting her exotic 
pussy at the perfect angle for Cindy to lick it. 

For her part, Cindy was almost as scared as she was horny. She had never 
kissed another girl's cunt before, and she was a little worried that she 
might not deliver the kind of head-job that Joan deserved. She leaned 
forward for a closer look at her partner's oozing, twitching pussy, then 
hesitantly poked the jelly-like lips with her finger, uncertain exactly what 
to do next. 

"Well go on--lick it!" Joan urged impatiently. 

The sensuous brunette's impassioned command sent Cindy into action and she 
plunged tongue-first into Joan's spicy cunt. The shiny, red pussyflaps 
jerked convulsively, opening up to allow the novice cunt-licker's tongue to 
enter. 

"There ya go!" Joan whimpered. "That's the way to do it--lick my cunt good!" 

Once Cindy got her tongue inside Joan's wet, quivering cunt, the rest just 
came naturally. She repeatedly dredged her long, slender tongue straight 
through the center of Joan's pussy-slit as effortlessly as a cat cleaning 
its paws, drinking in the flavor of another woman's hot, naked crotch. She 
had been uncertain whether or not she would like the taste of cunt, but she 
soon discovered, to her delight, that the flavor was just like the smell-- 
rich and musky and distinctly feminine. 

"My clit, my clit--lick my clit!" Joan directed, steering Cindy's head 
toward her throbbing, distended pleasure-button - "Oh, you got it... oh, 
fuck, that feels great!" 

Cindy had easily located the puffy, unusually large nub of Joan's clit and 
was not attacking it with her tongue, shifting it around inside the randy 
brunette's tender, juicy cuntmeat. She drew the fleshy bud into her mouth 
and began undulating her lips up and down on the tough, fibrous sides, 
transmitting signals of carnal delight to Joan's burning brain. 

"You're doing just great, blondie!" she moaned, fucking Cindy in the mouth 
with her pithy clit and moist, gaping cuntlips. 

Keeping her face pressed hard against Joan's mushy pussy, Cindy reached up 
and began groping for the older woman's firm, compact tits. She located the 
erect, tingly nipples with her fingertips like a blind girl reading Braille 
and started twisting them sharply between the forefinger and thumb of each 
hand. Joan roared her lusty approval. 

"Yeah, rough me up a little!" she cried. "I like to know it when I'm getting 
fucked!" 

Cindy was now lying face-down in a puddle of wet, slimy cunt juice as Joan's 
aroused pussy poured out an incredible amount of fluid. The girly syrup 
seemed to come from nowhere, and it bathed Cindy's face in a blanket of 
rich, feminine warmth. This was a new, exciting turn-on for the horny 
blonde, and she really loved eating instead of being eaten for a change. She 
spat out Joan's pulsating clit and began gumming at the saucy brunette's 
saturated pussy like a carp, drinking in the fishy fluid as fast as she 
could. 

"Oh shit, keep it up!" Joan howled. "I'm almost ready to come!" She placed 
her hands on Cindy's and began grinding the other girl's slim fingers into 
her own doughy tits, scratching them and tweaking the throbbing nipples. 

Cindy was really wound up by this time, and she inhaled deeply through her 
nose in preparation for the stretch run. The scent of Joan's radiant pussy 
burned in her nostrils as she flicked out her tongue like a switchblade and 
burrowed deep down inside the voluptuous brunette's tangy cunt. When her 
tongue had settled comfortably inside the hot, wet recesses of Joan's 
pussy-crevice, Cindy began to spin it like a drill, whipping the tart cunt 
sauce into a congealed, tasty gel. 

"That did it--I'm gonna blow!" Joan wailed, pulling Cindy's hair. 

At that exact instant Cindy could feel the first slight tremors in the walls 
of Joan's pussy, which indicated that a climax was coming. Seconds later all 
hell broke loose. Joan's saturated pussy lining seemed to rupture, spewing 
out a torrent of spicy cunt-cum. 

"Drink it--drink my juice!" Joan screamed. She began banging her head on the 
floor in a fit of ecstasy, tugging on Cindy's hair and kicking her legs into 
the air like a baby throwing a tantrum. 

Cindy had never seen inside a climaxing cunt before, and she was truly 
amazed. Joan's pussyflaps opened and shut like the mouth of a squid, 
throwing up a fine spray of fishy, feminine gravy. It was all the befuddled 
blonde could do to keep her tongue inside the older woman's cunt. 

"Ugh... eah... ooo... fuck!" Joan spluttered, shooting her wad. Her pussy 
was gushing like Old Faithful into Cindy's wide-open mouth, giving the young 
blonde her first taste of female cum. 

"Oh fuck, I can't stand it, I can't stand it!" Joan shrieked. She had 
reached the peak of arousal and there was no place left to go but down. The 
raging firestorm in her turbulent cunt quickly burned itself out, leaving 
her physically and emotionally exhausted. She could feel a deep, relaxing 
fatigue descending upon her like a lead weight as all her muscles suddenly 
went limp, turning her into a pile of rubbery arms, legs, and tits. 

Cindy wasn't quite able to accept the fact that the fireworks had ended so 
soon. She kept her mouth glued to Joan's languid cunt for a full minute 
after the dark-skinned beauty's climax ceased, drinking and sucking and 
licking and generally mopping up the post-orgasmic mess. Finally, 
reluctantly, she removed her head from between Joan's legs and leaned 
forward into the other woman's glistening stomach, resting her chin on her 
hands. 

"I liked that!" she giggled. That was putting it mildly. Truth was, she 
loved sucking Joan off. 

"Yeah, I kinda got a bang out of it, too!" Joan laughed weakly. 

Neither spoke again for a long time. Joan shut her eyes and drifted lazily 
off toward sleep. Cindy curled up between her partner's legs and prepared to 
follow suit, using Joan's warm, soft cunt as a pillow, but just as she was 
about to doze off, she was jarred awake again by a sudden, loud knock at the 
door. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"What was that?" Joan asked, struggling into a sitting position. Her mind 
felt foggy and disoriented, and it took her a couple of seconds to remember 
where she was. 

"Someone's at the door!" Cindy answered, a touch of panic in her voice. "You 
go hide in there while I see who it is!" She pointed toward her open bedroom 
door as she spoke. 

There was another loud knock, and Cindy could hear the murmur of voices from 
out on the front porch, indicating that more than one person had come to 
call on her. 

"Just a second!" she hollered, gathering up her clothes. She put on just her 
slacks and shirt and tossed her panties and bra behind the couch. She then 
tried to wipe her cum-smeared face clean and straighten her hair as she ran 
to answer the door. 

She needn't have worried too much about her rather slutty appearance. Her 
visitors turned out to be Jeff Green and Jack Steele, two men she had met 
through Don James. She had fucked them both together a couple of times 
before, so she knew all they wanted from her was a piece of ass. 

"Oh, hi, fellas!" Cindy bubbled as she opened the door. "Uh... come in." 

Jeff and Jack entered the house and, after the obligatory exchange of 
pleasantries, they sat down on the couch and waited for Cindy to extend her 
usual invitation to join her in the bedroom. They soon noticed something 
peculiar in Cindy's manner, however. It was obvious she wasn't wearing any 
underwear, and the living room was filled with the distinctive odor of pussy 
scent. Her two visitors began to suspect that somebody else had gotten to 
the luscious blonde before them. 

"So... I hope we aren't interrupting anything," Jeff remarked with a knowing 
smile, taking a deep sniff. 

"Uh... no, of course not," Cindy replied hesitantly. 

It wouldn't have been so bad if she had had a man hiding in her bedroom, 
since it was well known that she was an easy mark. But the fact that she had 
just finished eating out another woman made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. 
She wasn't sure if Jeff and Jack would consider her kinky for fucking girls 
as well as boys, and she didn't know Joan well enough to invite her to 
participate in an orgy. 

While Cindy was pondering her dilemma, Jeff, a wiry redhead, took his prick 
out of his pants and began stroking it, building it into a hard-on. Cindy 
had planned to retreat to the bedroom to confer with Joan before starting 
anything with the two men, but now she was committed to taking some sort of 
action. 

"So, are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna suck my cock?" Jeff 
asked in a voice loud enough to carry into the bedroom. Cindy cringed with 
the realization that Joan could hear his lewd proposition. Joan probably 
thinks I'm a real slut! she thought miserably. 

Far from it. In fact, as soon as she heard the phrase "suck my cock," Joan 
decided she wanted to get into the action. Still completely nude, she opened 
the bedroom door and strode out into the living room like a proud, cocky 
cat. 

"Did I hear somebody say they wanted their cock sucked?" she purred 
sensuously. 

"Holy fuck! Who's your friend?" Jack exclaimed, drooling over Joan's 
voluptuous, naked body. 

"Oh... uh, this is my friend, Joan," Cindy explained with a nervous laugh. 
"And these are my OS friends Jeff and Jack," she continued, turning to Joan. 

"Hmm, nice cock you got there, Jeff!" Joan remarked, slinking over to the 
couch. She knelt down on the floor between his legs and took his long, 
turgid prickshaft in her soft, elegant hand. 

"Are you the one responsible for the smell in here?" Jack asked, smacking 
his lips. 

"Yeah, me and Cindy both," Joan answered nonchalantly. "We were eating each 
other out." 

"Is that a fact?" Jeff asked, turning to Cindy. 

"Uh-huh!" Cindy giggled. Her self-conscious-ness had vanished and she was 
not just plain horny. "And I must say, the woman sure can give head!" 

"As you will now see for yourself!" Joan interjected in a deep, husky voice. 

With that the horny brunette lowered her tart, ripe lips onto Jeff's 
throbbing cock and proceeded to take his entire eight-inch prickshaft into 
her mouth. He doubled over as if he had been punched in the stomach and 
draped his arms across Joan's smooth, supple back. 

"Jesus, You're a randy little cocksucker, ain't ya?" he exclaimed. 

"So am I!" Cindy chimed in. She then dove onto the floor and started 
fumbling with Jack's zipper. He was shorter and stockier than Jeff, and his 
prick, as Cindy remembered, was built the same way. It wasn't terribly long, 
but it was thick and meaty. 

"Here, let me get my pants off!" Jack growled, unbuckling his belt while 
Cindy unzipped his fly. 

As soon as his pants were sufficiently loosened, the drooling blonde tugged 
them down to his knees, exposing his beefy prick. The sight of a beautiful, 
naked brunette blowing his friend had given Jack an instant hard-on, and 
Cindy felt her pussy juices starting to flow as she took his solid, hefty 
prick in her trembling little hand. 

"Go to it, baby!" Jack slobbered. "Suck my cock the way your friend is 
sucking Jeff's!" 

But Cindy chose to take a different approach than Joan. Rather than cramming 
Jack's bloated prick into her mouth all at once, she started out slowly and 
gently, brushing her lips lightly against his swollen, fleshy cockhead. A 
droplet of sticky pre-cum oozed out of Jack's prickhole the moment her mouth 
made contact wit his cock. Cindy immediately flicked out her luscious, red 
tongue to smear the salty primer all over his meaty, purple cocktip. 

"Shit, you're a fucking tease!" he breathed, stroking Cindy's soft, shiny 
hair. 

The same couldn't be said for Joan. There was nothing at all subtle or 
gentle about the way she was sucking Jeff off. Her lustrous, dark hair 
snapped and fluttered all around the other man's lap as she bounced her head 
up and down on his rigid prick. He still had his pants on, and his fly was 
soaked from the streams of spit which were spilling out of Joan's furiously 
sucking mouth and running down the sides of his waxy cockstem. She was 
covering the entire length of his pulsating prick each time she bobbed her 
head, starting with her mouth around the fleshy, well-defined ridge of his 
cock crown, then diving downward until her lips flattened against the rough 
fabric of his jeans. 

"Damn, I can tell you've given plenty of head in your lifetime!" Jeff 
wheezed. "You're a real pro!" 

Joan merely gulped down a mouthful of tasty, cock-flavored saliva and gave a 
lusty snort through her nose in reply. 

Meanwhile, Cindy was still giving Jack's stocky prick a tongue-bath. His 
entire prick was gleaming from her spit, and she was now resting her right 
cheek on the couch between his legs, tonguing his squishy, low-hanging 
balls. Once she had matted down all the dark, fuzzy hairs on his nuts, she 
craned her neck slightly and sucked the gooey orbs into her mouth as 
casually as a baby taking a bottle. 

"Oh yeah, I love that!" Jack moaned encouragingly. "Suck my balls, but do it 
real gentle-like!" 

Cindy had planned to do just that. She slowly rolled his slimy, shifty balls 
around on her tongue, first puffing out one cheek, then the other. 

"Fuck, that tickles!" Jack said with a sort of half-laugh, half-groan. His 
body shuddered involuntarily as Cindy skillfully mouthed his nuts. She 
pressed her face upward while she ball-blew him, nuzzling the underside of 
his sturdy cockshaft just where it disappeared into the loose, tender flesh 
of his crotch. 

Although she couldn't see Jeff and Joan from her position between Jack's 
thighs, Cindy could tell that Joan was really going to down. The room was 
filled with wet, slurping sounds as the lascivious brunette slid her lips 
effortlessly up and down the length of Jeff's aching, blood-filled prick. 
Jeff was also making quite a bit of noise himself as his breathing became 
raspy and irregular from the excitement generated by Joan's inspired 
blow-job. 

"That's it, baby--don't even stop for a breather!" he panted in Joan's ear. 
"Just keep sucking till I shoot my wad right down your lovely throat!" He 
was still leaning over Joan's smooth, bare back, and he had grabbed her 
asscheeks firmly in his hands by that time. While he massaged each mound of 
fluffy assflesh with the heels of his hands, he was also reaming out her 
stretchy, gagging asshole with his right index finger. 

"You're slowing down!" he grunted, sticking his finger a little farther into 
Joan's cramped asshole. "Come on, keep that head moving!" He then gave 
Joan's sensitive rear hole one exceptionally sharp jab with his finger, and 
she immediately began bobbing her head up and down on his slim, eight-inch 
prick as fast as she could. His cock was completely covered with a layer of 
the slender brunette's warm spit, which made it even easier for her to fuck 
it with her mouth. 

"Now you're cookin'!" Jeff bellowed approvingly. "It won't be long now till 
I blow my cum in your big, beautiful mouth!" 

Jack was also getting fairly close to a climax by that time. Cindy had spat 
his balls out, given his pudgy prick a few more preliminary licks, and had 
finally taken his expansive cockhead into her sexy little mouth. She did so 
very casually, popping the big, meaty pricktip into her mouth as 
nonchalantly as a schoolgirl sucking a jawbreaker. 

"Ahh... it's about fucking time!" Jack sighed contentedly. 

From experience he knew that Cindy gave the best blow-jobs possible, and 
this time was no exception. Once she had his cockhead in her mouth, she 
became a little more aggressive, squeezing her jaws tight around the fleshy 
knob and tilting her head from side to side to side like a dog chewing a 
bone. She also brought her hands into play, wrapping the fingers of her left 
hand firmly around the base of Jack's thick meat and sifting his squishy 
ball bag through the fingers of her right hand. Eventually her left hand 
chugged into motion on his firm, erect prick, starting at the hairy base and 
streaking up toward the top to meet her passion-inflamed lips at the 
hypersensitive area just below the prick cap. Cindy worked her hand in a 
spiral pattern as she stroked Jack off, wringing his spongy meat hard 
between her well-shaped fingers. 

"That's it--squeeze the cum out of my cock!" Jack coached. "It's just like a 
fat, creamy eclair!" 

Jack's cock was about the size and shape of an eclair, but there was one 
important difference--his cock was filled with cum, not custard! 

Jeff's cock was also filled with cum, as Joan was about to discover. Egged 
on by the feeling of a finger up her ass, the fiery brunette was pistoning 
her head up and down on Jeff's pulsing cock at a dizzying rate, causing her 
lush, brown hair to fly in all directions. She wasn't even holding his prick 
steady--her hands were pressed against his thighs, and her mouth was sliding 
along the length of his fleshy prick. The bulbous head of his slim cock was 
poking the back of her throat at the conclusion of each stroke, and her lips 
were getting puffy and bruised from smacking against his fly. It was 
painful, but the sleazy brunette couldn't get enough of it. 

"Get ready cunt--here it comes!" Jeff snarled, screwing his finger all the 
way up to the second knuckle in Joan's tight, elastic asshole. "Now--that's 
it! Swallow my jizz!" 

At that exact instant a huge wad of milky cum rushed into Joan's mouth, 
thick and hot and gooey. Jeff could almost hear his molten jism splattering 
against the back of the highly fuckable brunette's throat, and he could 
definitely hear her gulping the mawkish liquid down. Joan was swallowing as 
hard as she could, but with Jeff's cockhead poking almost directly into her 
throat, it proved to be a difficult task. She just couldn't keep up with the 
deluge of cum, and some of the thick, white jizz spilled out of her mouth 
and dribbled down over her chin like melting ice cream. 

"Come on, cunt--blow me! Drink my cum!" Jeff bellowed, grabbing Joan's ears 
and driving her head so far down onto his exploding prick that she almost 
choked. Tears welled up in her eyes as some of the rich, smelly cum splashed 
up into her nose. She was stuffed to the gills with cock, and the flow of 
jism seemed endless. She felt as if she was drowning in cum. 

"Suck me off, bitch!" Jeff shouted at the top of his lungs. 

He jerked her head up and tried to shove her mouth back down onto his 
spurting prick, but the slippery hose squirted out from between her lips and 
snapped against his stomach. Joan's face streaked down the underside of his 
glistening prick and her nose came to rest on his balls. She began coughing 
and choking violently, and her hot, flushed face was smeared with fresh, 
white cum. 

Cindy couldn't see any of this but she could hear Jeff's ecstatic cries. 
They made her blood surge and her heart beat faster, and they gave her the 
little extra kick she needed to bring Jack off with her mouth. 

Of course her job was made easier by the fact that Jack could also hear 
Jeff's screams of delight. And not only that, he could see Joan's 
jizz-covered face. The sight of the bare-ass brunette's lovely, dark skin 
glistening with Jeff's thick, hot cum seemed to raise Jack's body 
temperature several degrees in a split second, and he just knew he was going 
to climax in Cindy's soft, round, tiny mouth. 

"Here comes my jizz, cock-sucker!" he yelled, shutting his eyes tight. 

His orgasm struck with great force. Thick, viscous ropes of cum rocketed out 
his prickhole at a terrific speed and disappeared straight down Cindy's 
throat. For several seconds it wasn't even necessary for her to swallow. 

"My big, fat cock is coming right in your mouth!" Jack roared. 

He had never felt such a powerful surge of pure, animal lust in all his 
life. Usually his cock spurted at a fairly steady, methodical pace, but this 
time his prick seemed to have gone haywire. The spasms in his prick were all 
coming in extremely rapid-fire succession, and the stream of cum flowing 
down Cindy's throat was fast and constant. 

"Eeaahh, what a blow-job!" he growled. "Nobody does it better!" 

There was something about Cindy's face that drove men crazy when she sucked 
them off. The way she parted her long, golden hair, the innocent look in her 
big, brown eyes, her smooth radiant skin, and especially the way her lips 
stretched tightly around the girth of a good-sized cock all looked 
unbelievably erotic. It was simply an unequaled turn-on for a man to shove 
his cock into that cute, angelic face and spurt a load of cum. 

"Keep sucking!" Jack snarled, frantically trying to keep his orgasmic fire 
burning. 

His climax was much too intense to last very long, however, and within 
seconds the torrent of cum rushing from his tightly flexed prick slowed to a 
trickle. Cindy didn't even flinch the whole time-she just kept his erupting 
cock firmly implanted in her mouth and gulped his jism as if she was sipping 
a milkshake through a big, fleshy straw. 

Jeff and Joan watched this spectacle in awed silence. Although they had just 
collaborated on quite an exciting head-job themselves, they were still 
strongly aroused by the sight of Cindy blowing Jack. There was an amazing 
contrast between the look of total ecstasy on Jack's face as he shot his wad 
and the innocent, child-like expression on Cindy's face as she swallowed it. 
Except for the slight movement of her throat muscles, you'd never know by 
looking at her that she had a climaxing cock in her mouth. 

It became obvious that she was giving head when she took Jack's cock out of 
her mouth and began to lick it, however. When his devastating climax had 
blown over, the stocky young man leaned back on the couch and began 
breathing deeply, desperately trying to regain control of himself. But Cindy 
just kept right on blowing him, licking his semi-soft prick clean. Gobs of 
congealed jism were clearly visible on her lips, tongue, and chin as she 
lapped up what was left of his huge wad. 

"Thanks, I needed that!" Jack sighed, stroking Cindy's pretty head with his 
right hand. 

"My pleasure!" Cindy giggled, licking her fingers. She had succeeded in 
lapping up every last drop of Jack's creamy cum. 

"You should take lessons from her--she's neat when she sucks a guy off!" 
Jeff interjected, poking Joan with his elbow. "Look at you--you look like 
you've been using my jizz as cold cream!" 

"Shit, I am pretty messy, aren't I?" Joan answered, patting her damp, sticky 
face. "You got something I can clean myself up with, Cindy?" 

"Uh-huh!" Cindy replied with a devious wink. 

The "something" Cindy was referring to turned out to be her own tongue. She 
crawled on her knees over to where Joan was kneeling, took the older woman's 
head in her hands, and began to suck her face. She flicked her tongue out 
slowly and lovingly as she caressed Joan's head, gently cleaning all the 
excess male cum off her dark, beautiful skin. 

"Shit, that's wild!" Jeff remarked excitedly. "I've never seen two chicks 
make it before! Kiss her, Cindy!" 

Cindy obeyed the command willingly and wordlessly, fusing her lips to Joan's 
in a tender, loving kiss. They smooched for a full minute, reveling in the 
rich, heady flavor and aroma of male cum that each could detect on the 
other's breath. 

"Eat each other out!" Jack urged. Like Jeff, he had never seen two girls 
fucking before. 

But Joan and Cindy had already gone down on each other once that day and 
were anxious to engage in some sort of activity that would involve the two 
men. A four-way orgy in the bedroom seemed to be the next logical step, as 
Cindy was quick to point out. 

"I think I've had my fill of cunt for one day," she remarked, scratching 
Joan's bare pussy. "I'd really rather get a little more cock action, if you 
guys are willing. Why don't we go into the bedroom and see what we can work 
out?" 

All parties agreed it was a good idea, and they headed off to the bedroom. 

Still totally nude, Joan lay down on the bed and started playing with her 
wet, hairy cunt while the other three took off their clothes. The sight of 
the sensuous brunette fingering her ripe, red pussy-meat kept everyone good 
and horny as they undressed. And, of course, the level of arousal continued 
to increase as more and more naked flesh became visible. 

"Damn, look at that cunt!" Jack whistled, drooling over Joan's naked pussy. 
"I'll flip you for it," he continued, turning to Jeff. "Heads I win, tails 
you lose!" 

"That's okay--you can have it!" Jeff replied. "I see something I like even 
better!" His eyes were glued to Cindy's beautiful, bare ass as he spoke. She 
had bent over to tug her pants away from her feet, giving him a perfect shot 
of her firm, round, white asscheeks. They certainly looked warm and 
inviting! 

"Well, it looks like things have worked out quite nicely, Jeff!" Jack 
laughed, removing the last of his clothes. Everyone was now naked. "You want 
Cindy's ass and I want Joan's cunt!" 

Cindy couldn't quite hear this exchange, so she was unaware that she was 
going to be fucked up the ass when she finished pulling off her pants and 
stood up. She turned around in one quick, animated motion, which caused her 
tits to bounce and jiggle like a couple of water balloons. 

"Right, who's gonna do what?" she asked, clapping her hands and smiling with 
girlish enthusiasm. 

"Well you can turn right around and bend over again, 'cause I'm gonna fuck 
your ass!" Jeff growled. 

"What are Jack and Joan gonna do?" Cindy asked. 

"We're gonna fuck like a couple of animals, what else?" Jack chuckled 
lustily. 

"Well, if we're all agreed, then we might as well get started!" Cindy 
squealed. She dropped down on all fours and thrust her big, meaty ass lewdly 
in Jeff's direction like a dog in heat. "Put it to me, Red!" 

"Okay, just let me grease up my cock!" Jeff responded. He spit in his hand 
and began rubbing it on his cock as he ambled over to where Cindy was 
kneeling on the floor. "Just relax and my prick'll slide right up your ass 
with no trouble at all!" 

Cindy was trying to relax, but it wasn't easy when she knew she was about to 
get fucked in the asshole. Her body tensed with excitement when Jeff knelt 
behind her and placed his hands on her curvaceous, womanly hips. 

"Now just take it easy," Jeff murmured, sliding his hands from her waist up 
along her ribs to her armpits. "It won't hurt a bit." 

He slowly draped his body over Cindy's and began kissing the back of her 
neck while his hands slid under her armpits to her squishy, low-hanging 
tits. The tension and anxiety gradually flowed out of her body as he gently 
massaged her tits. He was lifting them up toward her chest then releasing 
them, allowing their own bulk and gravity to make them quiver and shake. 

"Okay, I think I'm ready now!" Cindy panted. Her asshole was burning with 
anticipation. 

Jeff continued to feel up her tits with his right hand while he reached down 
to his crotch with his left hand and grabbed his stiff, swollen cock. He 
began undulating his body on top of hers, and at the same time he guided the 
meaty, helmet-shaped head of his erect prick into the puckered, brown 
opening of Cindy's asshole. After he had screwed his fleshy cocktip into the 
cramped rear passage an inch or so, he suddenly lunged forward with a mighty 
thrust, driving his eight-inch cock halfway home in Cindy's constricted 
asshole. She screamed in ecstatic agony and began bucking like a wild 
bronco, clamping her asscheeks tight around Jeff's invading prick. 

"Oh fuck, what a tight fit!" she roared. "Come on, take it out a little!" 

"No way!" Jeff snarled in reply. "In fact, I'm gonna drive it in a little 
deeper!" 

And that he did, furiously gyrating his hips and thrusting forward until his 
cock had sunk right up to the balls in Cindy's narrow, muscular asshole. She 
thought she was going to rupture, but all of a sudden something inside her 
shifted slightly, and the pain disappeared. Jeff's cock was shoved up her 
ass, and it felt hard and hot and wonderful, j "Damn, that hurt like a son 
of a bitch, but it was well worth it!" Cindy panted. 

Jack experienced no such entry problems when he slipped his prick into 
Joan's cunt. Cock in hand, he simply shimmied up between her splayed thighs, 
pressed his fat, throbbing cockhead into the gaping mouth of her swampy 
pussy, and put it to her, just like that. 

"Ahh!" he sighed when he began pumping his hips, sliding his hot, steely 
prick in and out of Joan's juice-slicked pussy sleeve. "Let Jeff have 
Cindy's asshole--I prefer a nice, soft, slippery cunt any day!" 

"Yeah, I gotta admit I'd rather take it in the pussy than in the asshole," 
Joan murmured. "This is so comfortable and relaxing--in and out, in and out, 
in and out--it's like being in a boat!" 

"Ahoy, matey--gimme a kiss!" Jack laughed. 

He took Joan's head in his hands while he fucked her and brought his mouth 
down onto hers in a sloppy, noisy french kiss. Her lush, ripe lips tasted 
just as sweet and wet as her cunt felt, and the animal in him began to take 
over as he felt his lust beginning to build. 

"Damn, you got one hell of a big cunt, you know that?" he growled, kicking 
his prick into second gear. 

Usually his fat, beefy cock fit very snugly into a woman's pussy, but it was 
a different story with Joan's cunt. Her slimy, soupy cunt shifted and 
squirmed like a blob of jelly, permitting Jack's snub-nosed prick to bore 
into her from a different angle each time. 

"Ooo, you're a fucking stud!" Joan whimpered.' "I can feel your cock 
crushing my clit--keep it up!" 

"Baby, with his cock in a pussy as soft and warm as yours, it's easy for a 
man to keep it up!" Jack growled. 

He was right, of course. Joan's lovely, nude body would give a dead man a 
hard-on. Her sheer beauty combined with the velvety softness of her 
pussy-pocket to form a devastating one-two punch. Jack could already feel 
the cum creeping from his balls up into his stubby, rock-hard prick as he 
relentlessly fucked Joan's cunt, kissed her lips, and stroked her bare, 
supple skin. 

Cindy's body had a way of turning a man on, too, especially when he was 
hammering his prick into her asshole the way Jeff was. Her tight rear 
passage had loosened up somewhat by this time, allowing Jeff to fuck her 
gorgeous ass in smooth, fluid strokes. 

"Beautiful fucking ass!" he puffed. "I love a lot of pressure on my cock 
when I fuck a girl!" 

And Cindy was certainly giving him that with her sexy, densely packed ass. 
She was flexing and relaxing her meaty asscheeks in time to his thrusts and 
retreats, alternately squeezing his satiny cockrod with her well-muscled 
tube, then launching it out again like a torpedo. She was biting her lip 
from the pain and exertion of her efforts, but she was thoroughly enjoying 
them all the same. She loved the trilling surge of tension she experienced 
when Jack's stiff, unyielding cock bore into her, followed immediately by a 
tremendous sense of relief when his cock slid back out. 

Tremors of lusty delight rolled through her crotch with each advance of his 
slender, eight-inch prick, causing her clit to throb and streamers of cunt 
juice to drip from her damp, randy cunt. 

"Squeeze my tits a little more!" she urged Jeff between sharp gasps. "It 
deadens the pain in my ass a little when you crush my nipples!" 

Jeff really didn't have to be persuaded too hard to grab Cindy's tits. He 
had stood straight up and placed his hands on her shoulders to give himself 
more leverage when the ass-fuck first started, but now that things were 
going nice and smoothly, he could bend over and fondle Cindy's tits again. 
He loved the way they felt, so soft and airy in comparison to the cramped, 
confining canal of her asshole. 

"Here, how about if I play with your tits with one hand and finger your 
sweet little pussy with the other?" he grunted. 

"Yeah, do it!" Cindy squawked. She was getting pretty close to an orgasm, 
and she knew that a finger in her cunt would help get her off that much 
faster. 

Jeff was also getting pretty close to a climax right about then. His slender 
prick was being stimulated to the maximum each time it bore into Cindy's 
snug, cozy asshole, and the feel of her warm, fluffy tits in one hand and 
her wet, rubbery cunt in the other aided the cause tremendously in his 
steady, gradual build-up to orgasm. He had peeled her pussy flaps apart with 
his index and ring fingers, which easily permitted him to slip his middle 
finger up inside her glistening cunt-tube to poke her throbbing clit. At the 
same time he was tweaking Cindy's firm, brown nipples with the fingers of 
his other hand, and all the while he was fucking her tightly stretched 
asshole again and again and again. 

Meanwhile, Jack was busy fucking Joan's cunt again and again and again. He 
was fucking her much harder and faster now, thrusting his ass up into the 
air, them slamming downward like a pile-driver, burying his cock all the way 
into the handsome brunette's yawning cunt. Each fresh assault on Joan's 
pussy sent tingling tendrils of pleasure creeping along his thighs and 
heated the cum in his balls a little closer to the boiling point. 

"Oh Christ, I love it--drill me, honey!" Joan panted. She was getting pretty 
heated up herself. The friction between Jack's pistoning cock and her pasty 
cunt made the open wound in her crotch feel as hot and steamy as a simmering 
volcano. 

"Come on, cunt! Don't just lay there--fuck me back!" Jack snapped. He slid 
his hands under Joan's shoulder blades and jerked her body upward against 
his with a loud slap. 

She got the hint. She had been so mesmerized by the in-and-out motion of 
Jack's cock in her cunt that she was simply lying back and enjoying it. But 
now that Jack had so rudely set her body in motion, she was anxious to keep 
it going. 

"Okay baby--here I go!" she hissed. 

She then started gripping his churning cock with the elastic walls of her 
pussy, clamping her rigid cuntlips hard around his pulsating prick like a 
snapping turtle. She also began bumping and grinding with her hips, spearing 
his prick head-on with the tough little button of her sensitive clit. She 
clutched his beefy asscheeks in her hands and sank her sharp fingernails 
into the pliant flesh as far as they would go, using his ass as a mechanism 
for steering his cock into her pussy. 

"Now we're rolling!" Jack cackled. He was bouncing his hairy muscular chest 
up and down on Joan's, flattening her pretty, size 34 tits. "I'm gonna fuck 
the shit out of you!" 

"Yes, do it!" Joan wailed. "Fuck me to tears!" The pressure and tension 
which was building up inside her swelling pussy was almost enough to make 
her scream. 

Then, all of a sudden, somebody did scream. But it wasn't Joan--it was Jeff. 
He was coming in Cindy's asshole. 

"Pinch my fucking cock off with your ass!" he shrieked. "Squeeze the cum 
right out of me!" 

He tucked his hands under Cindy's armpits as he blew his wad and shut his 
eyes, blocking out everything but the hot, wonderful feeling of her meaty 
ass smothering his erupting prick. His face was almost as red as his hair, 
and the cords in his neck were as taut and tense as the strings of a violin. 

"Christ, what a fucking ass!" he roared without even realizing he was 
speaking. 

Cindy thought her chances of reaching an orgasm were nil after Jeff plucked 
his hand from her swampy cunt, but she soon found out differently. The snug 
fit of the wiry redhead's slim cock in her asshole enabled her to feel each 
individual muscular contraction of his climaxing cock. And with a lot of 
thick, hot cum spurting into her narrow rear passage, it was easy for her to 
cross the threshold of orgasm. 

"Jesus, here I go, too!" she whooped. 

A puddle of pent-up cunt-cum abruptly gushed from her saturated pussy, 
dousing her lean, feminine thighs in a rich, honey glaze. This sudden 
relaxation of the tension in her crotch area also loosened her anal grip on 
Jeff's prick somewhat, allowing him to pluck his spurting cock free from her 
asshole and drive it home again in an attempt to coax every last drop of 
jizz from his dangling balls. 

"Suck my cum up your ass!" he bellowed. 

"I am, I am, I am!" Cindy shrieked in reply. 

They were quite a sight, this sinewy, red-haired man_ and petite, 
blonde-haired girl. His spewing prick was like a screw that joined his hairy 
groin and her soft, white asscheeks together. 

The total, wanton abandonment of Jeff's and Cindy's simultaneous orgasms 
proved to be contagious. Like a brush fire, the heat of her searing mutual 
climax quickly spread to Jack and Joan, causing the crotches of the two 
dark-haired partners to suddenly burst into flames. Joan's cunt went into 
convulsions at the precise instant that Jack's jizz-bloated cock blew up, 
creating a hot, sticky stew of both male and female cum. 

"Oh fuck, here we go... ugh! Take it!" Jack roared, skewering Joan's satiny 
pussy with his fleshy prick-spear. 

"Yeah, I feel it!" Joan snarled between clenched teeth. "And I'm gonna dish 
it right back out!" 

But she did even more, paying Jack's erupting cock back with interest in the 
form of a mind-numbing multiple orgasm. Wave after wave of the tingling, 
prickly heat of climax rolled through the flexible meat of her pussy, 
releasing a flood of golden cunt syrup. 

"Sweet Jesus, this is unreal!" she cried. "What a potent fucking prick!" 

Jack did indeed have a potent fucking prick. His thick, muscular cockshaft 
expanded and contracted at full throttle for several seconds, shooting its 
load of hot, white cum out through the hole in his expansive cocktip in wet, 
powerful gushes. The slit in the fleshy cap of his cock was like a pinhole 
in a balloon, a weak spot through which all his pent-up tension, lust, and 
jism could escape in one big, satisfying rush. 

"Soft, wet cunt!" he hollered in appreciation of Joan's lovely pussy. 

"Big, fat cock!" she screeched with equal gratitude. 

For a full minute the bedroom resembled a zoo, filled with grunts, groans, 
screams, and shrieks-- all manner of inhuman noises. And the sex itself was 
just as animalistic--hot, vicious, intense-- done just because it felt so 
fucking good. 

Suddenly it was all over. The room was quiet except for the sound of four 
people gasping for air. The violent storm of simultaneous orgasms had 
passed, leaving in its wake a pile of sweaty, naked bodies. No one spoke. No 
one had to. Cindy, Jeff, Jack, and Joan had let their crotches do the 
talking. 

Sprawled on the floor with a trickle of cum running out her burning asshole, 
Cindy was deliriously happy. She had just spent an entire afternoon fucking 
in just about every way possible, and the best part was that it had all been 
unplanned. People were banging her door down for the chance to fuck her. No 
more lonely hearts club for Cindy Jefferson! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Carl Jefferson never suspected that his wife was fooling around. The thought 
of Cindy fucking another guy never even occurred to him. In recent weeks, in 
fact, even the thought of Cindy fucking him never occurred to Carl. He was 
simply too involved in his work at the plant that he hardly gave any thought 
to sex any more. 

That is until one day when his boss, concerned that Carl might be burning 
himself out with so much work, gave him the afternoon off. 

Rather than going home on his unexpected afternoon off, Carl decided to 
visit the neighborhood where he had grown up in the next town. The familiar 
sights of his childhood helped him forget all his troubles, and he felt ten 
years younger when he stopped for an ice-cream soda at the drug store where 
he used to hang out as a high school punk. 

It just so happened that another old resident of the neighborhood was in 
town that day--Wendy Fry, Carl's childhood sweetheart. He spotted her 
standing at the cosmetics counter while he was sipping his soda, and he 
naturally invited her to join him. 

Wendy had been one of the prettiest girls in Carl's school. She had been an 
earlier bloomer, sporting an unusually large set of tits, a perfect ass, and 
graciously curved, womanly hips as a teenager. She also had a lovely, fresh 
face and a beautiful head of sandy-blonde hair to go with her world-class 
body. Carl had been the envy of every guy in school when he was Wendy's 
boyfriend. 

If anything, Wendy looked even better now than she had back in high school. 
Carl felt his long-dormant sex drive beginning to come to life again the 
minute he laid eyes on her, and all the old memories of making out with her 
in his dad's car quickly had him as horny as a high school senior. 

Over drinks at a nearby bar, Wendy revealed that, like Carl, she was stuck 
in a dead-end marriage. This made it easy for them to commiserate, and soon 
the combination of alcohol, the stirred-up memories of their former love, 
and their respective marital difficulties made Carl and Wendy very anxious 
to get reacquainted with each other's body. They left the bar and checked in 
at a neighboring motel as husband and wife to resume the love affair that 
had ended so long ago. 

"Shit, I can't believe we're doing this!" Carl laughed drunkenly, carrying 
Wendy over the threshold of their motel room. 

"Neither can I--but I'm glad we are!" Wendy giggled. 

She had her arms wrapped tightly around Carl's neck and was nibbling his 
ear. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, allowing her old boyfriend 
to feel her warm, smooth thighs through her nylon stockings. In addition, 
her blouse was partially unbuttoned, giving Carl a clear view of her ample 
tits straining within her white, elastic bra. 

"God, what a warm, cuddly body you have!" Carl moaned as he set Wendy on the 
bed. She kept her arms around him the whole time, and as soon as they were 
both seated, she pulled him down on top of her in a heated, passionate 
embrace. 

"Jesus, you certainly have turned into an aggressive little bitch!" Carl 
chuckled. "I remember you used to play really hard to get when we first 
started going out!" 

"Shit, that's right!" Wendy replied, smiling at the recollection. "You 
always used to try and feel my tits but I'd never let you!" 

"Oh, you did eventually!" Carl reminded her. 

no "Of course at first you only let me feel 'em through your shirt--like 
this!" He placed his hand on Wendy's chest as he spoke and began squeezing 
her tits through her blouse and bra. Despite the two layers of fabric, he 
could easily detect the outline of her firm, erect nipples. 

"Then after a few weeks, I graduated to your bra!" he breathed, gathering 
momentum. Again his actions corresponded to his words, and he slipped his 
hand into Wendy's blouse to her brassiere. "And then finally I was allowed 
to actually feel your tits!" 

A sharp, passionate cry escaped Wendy's lips as Carl's fingers wormed 
underneath her elastic bra cups to her warm, squishy tits. He used his index 
and middle fingers like a pair of tweezers to grab her taut, pointed nipples 
and pinch them, sending shivers down her spine. 

"Well, you don't have to worry now, lover!" Wendy gasped. "You can do 
anything you want to me and I won't try to stop you!" 

As Carl continued to feel up her tits, Wendy reached down between his legs 
and cupped his crotch. She could feel his stiff, erect cock straining within 
his pants, throbbing with blood and lust. It felt as if it was trying to get 
out, and Wendy was more than happy to help it. She grabbed ahold of Carl's 
zipper, pulled it down with one sharp tug, and slipped her fingers inside 
his fly. It was a struggle for her to maneuver his swollen prick through the 
narrow slit in his underwear, but at last she had his hot, bare hard-on out 
in the open and in the palm of her hand. 

"Wow, this is a treat!" Carl wheezed. "When we were dating, it took me 
forever to talk you into giving me a hand-job!" 

"I was young and foolish then," Wendy sighed. "Why else would I have refused 
an opportunity to get my hands on a prick as big and fat and hard as yours!" 

"Would you like to put your mouth on it too?" Carl pressed. In the three 
years he and Wendy had gone out, she never once sucked his cock. 

"Why, I'd be delighted!" Wendy panted. She wriggled out from underneath 
Carl's body, rolled him over onto his back, and knelt down over his crotch. 
She looked really sexy in her flesh-tone nylon stockings, black, knee-length 
skirt, and flowery, unbuttoned blouse. 

"Can I come in your mouth?" Carl asked, a blood-boiling surge of fuck-lust 
coursing through his veins. 

"Will you be able to get it up again for my cunt?" Wendy wanted to know. 

"If your pussy is as soft and sweet as I remember, then I shouldn't have any 
trouble at all staying hard!" 

"Then by all means, come in my mouth!" 

With that Wendy tossed her sandy-blonde hair back over her shoulders, bent 
down her head, and slipped Carl's pulsating, light-purple cockhead into her 
mouth. 

Wendy's soft, pink lips might as well have been a live electrical wire. Carl 
writhed on the bed and began moaning loudly the instant her warm, moist 
tongue flicked out of her mouth to caress his mushroom-shaped pricktip. As a 
teen he used to ache with desire every time he looked at Wendy's mouth and 
tried to imagine what it would feel like on his prick--now suddenly, 
unexpectedly, he had found out. 

"Oh fuck, I've wanted this for so long!" he gasped. He then placed his hand 
on Wendy's bouncing head and began running his fingers through her soft, 
dark-blonde hair. 

"I owe you this!" Wendy laughed, smiling up at her old suitor. "Christ, it's 
the least I can do after the way I treated you when we were going out! 
Imagine dating a guy for three years and never blowing him once!" 

Aside from the dynamite feeling of Wendy's lips on his prickhead, it was 
this sense of attaining the unattainable that made this particular head-job 
so special for Carl. Gazing down at his crotch, at Wendy so ravenously 
sucking and kissing and licking his cock, he found it almost impossible to 
believe that she was his old girlfriend--the one who had always refused to 
go down on him. 

"Go for it--take it all!" he urged. "I wanna see you take my prick right 
down your throat!" 

Wendy didn't answer Carl--or even look in his direction--but it was obvious 
that she had heard him, nevertheless. She skimmed the tip of her tongue from 
the base of his swollen cock--just where it disappeared into his fly--all 
the way up to the indentation on the underside of his cockcrown, then she 
retracted her tongue and engulfed his entire prickshaft in one impassioned, 
open-mouthed swan dive. 

"Beautiful!" he rasped in approval. He could feel Wendy's lips settling down 
over the lower portion of his rigid cock-stem while her tongue danced a 
frantic jig all across the most sensitive area around his throbbing 
prick-point. 

Next Wendy very slowly raised her head up from Carl's crotch, almost as if 
she didn't ever want to take his bulging cock out of her mouth. As soon as 
there was enough room, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his prick 
to hold it steady, then she began bobbing her head up and down like a yoyo, 
sucking his prick up and spitting it back out like a fish eating a worm. She 
was curling her lips inward on the downward strokes, then puffing them 
outward again on the rebound, using them like a brush to coat his ivory 
cockrod with a thin layer of lubricating spit. 

"Jesus, that feels good!" Carl moaned. 

He lay back on the bed and tried to keep perfectly still in order to more 
fully enjoy his first blow-job from Wendy Fry, but there was just too much 
tension and excitement surging through his blood. Almost against his will, 
his hips churned into motion, driving his cock upward into Wendy's 
relentlessly sucking mouth. 

"Use your tongue and your teeth a little more!" he ordered. "Let me know 
that I'm fucking a mouth, not a cunt!" 

Wendy's head came to a stop at the conclusion of the next upstroke, with 
only Carl's tender, meaty prick-cap in her mouth. She allowed her lips to 
slide back off her front teeth, bringing them into direct contact with his 
tasty cockhead. At the same time she pressed her tongue hard against the 
contoured underside of Carl's prick-hood, using it to scrape the rubbery 
ball of masculine flesh against her teeth. She also began shifting her jaws 
from side to side while she applied this oral clamp to Carl's dickhead, 
increasing the friction on his sensitive prick-peak to the maximum. 

"Eee-yeah! Gnaw my fucking prick, bitch!" he snarled. 

A sharp, burning, pleasure-tinged pain radiated through every cell in his 
body, and the cum in his balls rose up. It had been weeks since he had last 
popped his rocks, and so he was going to find it very easy to get off in 
Wendy's pretty mouth. 

Wendy was also squeezing the base of Carl's prick while she chewed his 
cockhead, trapping the blood in his prickshaft, causing it to swell like a 
sponge. His cock was hot and flushed and throbbing, and she could feel it 
pulsating within her hand and her mouth. 

Then, all of a sudden, Wendy released her strangle-hold on Carl's cock and 
plunged her mouth down over his swollen shaft like a pike engulfing a 
minnow. 

"Brace yourself, baby--here comes my jizz!" he roared, clutching Wendy's 
shoulders to steady himself. 

Wendy could already feel the initial orgasmic tremors within Carl's loins 
and taste his salty pre-cum, but that was nothing compared to the fury of 
his actual climax. An enormous load of hot, thick jism rushed into her mouth 
all at once, catching her a little off guard. The only other man she had 
ever blown was her husband, and he rarely ever had more than a two-day 
buildup of cum when he popped off. But Carl had a huge backlog of pent-up 
jism, and it was all pouring out of his spastic prick like milk from a cow's 
udder. 

"There, you finally know what my cum tastes like!" he bellowed. 

Boy, did she ever! Wendy's gag reflex activated when the deluge of bitter 
jism gushed toward the back of her throat, and she opened her lips slightly 
to allow the heavy cream to spill out of her mouth. She then began sliding 
her tongue around the slickened surface of Carl's well-greased cock, causing 
sparks of carnal delight to fly inside his brain. 

"Oh fuck, what a great little cocksucker you are!" he screamed. "Eat my 
jizz!" 

But that's where Wendy drew the line. She had learned to love the taste of a 
man's cock in her mouth, but not his cum. She would allow only a small pool 
of jism to collect in her cheek, then she would expel it from her mouth, 
using her tongue to slop it back onto Carl's erupting prick. Then, as the 
flow of cum began to subside, she took Carl's cockhead out of her mouth 
altogether and contented herself with licking it. 

At first Carl was a little annoyed that Wendy wasn't swallowing cum his cum. 
What the fuck is she trying to prove, spitting out my wad? he thought 
through the euphoric fog which had enveloped his brain. But he quickly found 
out that Wendy's refusal to eat his jizz had its advantages, too. With all 
his thick, white cum running down the sides of his cockshaft rather than 
Wendy's throat, he was able to see what it looked like smeared on her lips, 
tongue, and chin. It was quite a stimulating sight, his rapidly expanding, 
jizz-covered cock set against the background of Wendy's beautiful, young 
face. 

"Wow, that was really something!" Carl sighed when his prick had finally 
stopped spurting. Several ounces of heavy jism had settled down over his 
balls and his pubic hair. 

"Yeah, I kinda enjoyed it myself!" Wendy responded. She spoke with a bit of 
a lisp, as she was stilly trying not to swallow any of the cum that was left 
in her mouth. With her sweaty, beet-red, jizz-smeared face and wrinkled, 
open blouse, she looked exceptionally sleazy and hot to trot. 

"I hate to suck cock and run, but there's something I gotta take care of," 
she continued, leaping off the bed. She hurried into the bathroom and shut 
the door. From the bedroom, Carl could hear her rinsing out her mouth and 
spitting the remnants of his jism into the sink. When she returned, she 
looked much cleaner and fresh-faced. 

"I don't know what it is, but for some reason I've never been able to bring 
myself to swallow cum," she explained. She was casually removing her blouse 
as she spoke. 

"That's okay," Carl chuckled. "After my jizz leaves my cock, I don't much 
care where it goes!" 

"Well I hope you're planning to put a little of that jizz in my cunt!" Wendy 
returned. 

"Honey, I'm gonna squirt as much jizz into your tight little pussy as it can 
hold!" 

Carl then joined Wendy in undressing, pulling his shirt over his head first 
so he'd be able to keep an eye on her fabulous body when she removed her 
underwear. The two old lovers took off their clothes in silence, exchanging 
only lusty, wolfish glances as more and more bare flesh came into view. 

At last they were both completely naked. Wendy's body looked as sexy and 
voluptuous as Carl remembered it--even more so, in fact. Her legs were long 
and shapely, her cunthair was off-blonde and unusually curly, her pussyflaps 
were thick and well-pronounced, her stomach was firm and flat with the 
cutest little belly-button Carl had ever seen, and her tits were round and 
full, with a prominent set of large, brown nipples. With such a sensuous 
chunk of woman standing before him, Carl found it easy to get it up again. 

"My, aren't we horny today!" Wendy purred as she sauntered over to the bed 
and lay down beside Carl. She grabbed his swollen cock in her hand as she 
settled down and began to jerk him off. 

"How can I be anything but horny with a cunt like yours staring me in the 
face?" Carl asked rhetorically. He lowered his head between Wendy's legs and 
kissed her warm, moist, jelly-like pussy just once before hoisting himself 
up into a push-up position, straddling her naked body. 

"Okay, baby--it's all yours!" Carl growled, grabbing his stiff, swollen 
hard-on. "Do with it what you will!" 

"Gladly!" Wendy answered, taking his cock away from him. 

She guided his hot, spongy cocktip to the drooling mouth of her pussy and 
pressed it firmly against her mushy cuntmound, working it in circles in an 
effort to locate her beckoning pussy. Finally his marshmallowy cockhead 
broke the seal on her pussy and settled down into her wet, warm pussy. 

"Ahh! I feel like I'm finally back where I belong!" Carl sighed, basking in 
the thrilling warmth which was descending on his body as his prick became 
reacquainted with Wendy's pussy. 

"Welcome home!" Wendy giggled, caressing his rough, whiskered cheeks in the 
palms of her hands. 

She pressed her lips upward against his and dropped her hands down onto his 
shoulders where they could feel his firm, taut muscles. His hips were 
chugging into motion like an old-fashioned steam locomotive, gradually 
building up power and momentum. Wendy's pussy lubricant was coating his 
turgid cockshaft, soothing it and insulating it inside a shroud of rich, 
feminine warmth. 

"Beautiful cunt!" Carl wheezed. "It fits my prick like a glove!" 

"Yes, I think your cock and my pussy are a perfect match!" Wendy cooed. 

Their bodies did mesh like a well-oiled machine. Carl's potent prick would 
stretch Wendy's pussy lining to capacity as it burrowed deep inside her, 
then just at the point where further expansion would cause her pain, his 
prick backed off, providing her with an incredible feeling of relief. 

"Oh, my clit feels like it's on fire--it's red-hot!" Wendy panted. "Fuck me 
harder--melt my fucking pussy!" 

Carl's cockhead felt like the knob on a stick-shift as it plowed into 
Wendy's cunt, and she was doing her best to grab ahold of his bulbous 
prick-point with her pussy walls and kick it into a higher gear, her 
strategy seemed to be working, as Carl suddenly started churning his hips as 
hard as he could, pulverizing her tender cuntmeat with his pistoning prick. 

"There ya go--ream me good!" Wendy squealed. 

Carl could feel himself building toward another fiery climax as the gooey 
lining of Wendy's cunt shifted and yielded to his relentlessly advancing 
prickhead. His cock felt as if it was being smothered within the humid, 
suffocating confines of her velvety pussy. 

"God, what a cunt!" he groaned. "It oughta be against the law for anything 
to be this soft!" 

"And it oughta be against the law for anything to be so hard!" Wendy 
replied, referring to his stiff, bulging prickshaft. She felt like she was 
being raped with a baseball bat. Each time Carl thrust his hips forward, the 
base of his solid, swollen cock would grind Wendy's distended clit into a 
red-hot, throbbing pulp. 

"Oh shit, I'm in fuck-heaven!" she moaned. "And I'm gonna come... oh fuck, 
am I ever gonna come--eeaahh!" 

Wendy felt her entire body becoming hot and flushed as the tidal wave of 
orgasm crashed down on top of her. Her cunt lapsed into a seizure of 
ecstasy, releasing a torrent of golden, pussy juice. It felt like a million 
tiny feathers were tickling her all over, making her roar and writhe and 
shoot her wad. 

"Shove your cock right through me!" she shrieked, temporarily insane with 
carnal delight. "Oh, I love it, I love it--I love your cock!" She was 
digging her sharp, painted fingernails into Carl's shoulders as she came, 
ripping his flesh. 

With Wendy's raging cunt so furiously massaging and lubricating his 
pile-driving prick. Carl had little choice but to blow his cum into her 
pussy. Once she started coming, it brought the jizz in his nuts rapidly to a 
boil, and his molten cream suddenly swelled up inside his cock and squirted 
out through his piss-hole. 

"Oh Christ, I love your pussy!" he shout"d, echoing Wendy's earlier ecstatic 
cries. "I love to fill your sweet little pussy with my cum!" 

His words quickly deteriorated into an unintelligible scream. He and Wendy 
began clawing and groping one another like a couple of wrestlers, each 
hugging and squeezing the cum out of the other's crotch. Carl's 
over-stimulated cock continued to shoot its load of burning jism into the 
lovely blonde's swampy cunt. 

"Oh, why did I ever leave you?" Wendy screamed. "You've got the best cock 
I've ever fucked! 

"And you've got the world's softest pussy!" Carl responded. "God, I love to 
fuck you!" 

Carl continued to hammer his prick into Wendy's turbulent pussy until his 
balls ran dry. His hot, sticky cum flowed like lava into her receptive 
cunt-crevice, overwhelming her tough little clit with its richness and 
warmth. She nearly passed out from the excitement and the sudden release of 
tension, but she somehow managed to remain conscious throughout their 
nerve-singeing simultaneous orgasms. 

Even after their mutual climax was over, Wendy continued to hold Carl 
tightly in her arms. At that moment she sincerely loved him. She felt a 
tremendous sense of gratitude toward him for making her feel so good and 
alive and utterly feminine with his big, potent cock. 

Carl was smiling to himself as he lay with his face buried in Wendy's soft, 
supple neck. And, of course, he had good reason to be smiling. After all, he 
had rediscovered just how satisfying an extremely heated, extremely physical 
fuck could be. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Cindy never had an opportunity to rediscover how satisfying an extremely 
heated, extremely physical fuck could be because, quite simply, she had 
never forgotten. To her, sex was like an addictive drug--the more she got, 
the more she seemed to need the next time in order to achieve the same 
effect. As a result, the she kept planning bigger and better orgies every 
afternoon and evening when Carl was working late. 

The very next day after her encounter with Jeff, Jack, and Joan, Cindy 
invited them all back for an encore performance. She also telephoned Don 
James, who agreed to bring his pretty, redheaded wife, Samantha. And when 
Joan arrived accompanied by John Peterson, it brought the grand total of 
orgy participants that afternoon to seven. 

"Wow, this is really gonna be wild!" Cindy exclaimed gleefully, prancing 
around the living room naked. "C'mon, everybody, take off your clothes and 
let's get things rolling!" She bounded into the bedroom like the Pied Piper, 
with her horny guests following close behind. 

There was a great din in the bedroom as Cindy's six friends anxiously 
removed their clothes. Most of the racket was in the form of wolf whistles 
and lewd comments as the randy party-goers sized each other up, trying to 
decide who would do what to whom. 

Cindy's mouth and cunt were both drooling as she surveyed the unfolding 
panorama on bare flesh. Like a hungry kid at a picnic, she just couldn't 
make up her mind what she wanted to eat first. Finally she opted for 
Samantha's copper-haired pussy, since Don's lovely wife was the only person 
in the room she had not yet fucked. 

"How do you do, madam! I'll be your hostess this afternoon!" Cindy laughed, 
shaking Samantha's hand. She had met the sultry redhead only briefly before. 
"Now, would you like me to begin the proceedings by eating you out?" 

"Sure, why not?" Samantha giggled. "Provided that one of these fine 
gentlemen will let me suck him off at the same time!" 

"You got it, honey!" Jeff quickly volunteered. 

And so the orgy began. Samantha lay down on the big double bed with her legs 
apart and her feet hanging over the side, Cindy knelt on the floor between 
the sexy redhead's open thighs, and Jeff scrambled up onto the bed on his 
knees. Cock in hand, he crouched down with his body perpendicular to 
Samantha's and slowly lowered his throbbing pricktip to her parted, 
trembling lips. 

She moaned softly as his meaty knob of masculine flesh brushed against her 
mouth, and she opened her jaws wide to allow his slender, eight-inch 
prickshaft to slide down across her wet, slithering tongue and into her 
throat. Her breathing was slow and regular when Jeff first started to pump 
his cock in and out of her wet, juicy mouth, but all of a sudden her whole 
body tensed and she began gasping. 

Cindy had started licking Samantha's cunt. She had her hands pressed firmly 
against the other woman's inner thighs, with the tips of her forefingers and 
thumbs touching to form a frame around the glistening, pink pussylips and 
reddish-orange pubic hair. Her tongue was flicking out in long, graceful 
strokes, darting into the lower portion of Samantha's cunt-slit and 
progressing straight up the center of the carrot-topped pussy in clean, easy 
swoops. 

The raw pussymeat shimmered and shifted with each new advance of Cindy's 
tongue, secreting tiny droplets of salty lubricant. Cindy pressed her tongue 
a little deeper into Samantha's cuntmouth each time until finally she had 
peeled the two rigid pussyflaps apart, exposing the quivering button of the 
fiery redhead's clit. Cindy went after the compact little clit, furiously 
stabbing and slapping the fibrous nerve center with her scarlet tongue. 

Suddenly Cindy's attention was diverted slightly by the feeling of a couple 
of hands groping her protruding ass. Her body grew warm with the realization 
that a cock would probably be penetrating her asshole in a matter of 
moments, but her lustful anticipation quickly turned to alarm when she 
discovered it was John who was preparing to fuck her ass. 

"Now we're gonna find out just what you're made of, baby!" he cackled 
lasciviously. "Think your asshole can handle my ten-incher?" 

Oh no, not that huge motherfucker! Cindy thought wildly. That'll tear me 
apart! 

She was going to peel her mouth away from Samantha's tangy pussy and voice 
her objection, but it was too late. John had planted the huge, rubbery head 
of his spit-primed cock squarely in the center of her asscheeks and was 
preparing to ram it home. Cindy bit down hard on Samantha's clit-button and 
shut her eyes tight to brace herself for the inevitable pain, but her 
preparations did little to lessen the agony of John's anal invasion. 

He bucked his hips forward in a series of short, sharp thrusts, sinking his 
enormous prickhead into Cindy's constricted asshole a millimeter at a time. 
With her mouth still glued to Samantha's pussy, the ass-raped blonde 
screamed in pain. Her frantic cries set off a succession of little 
vibrations and tingles in the cock-sucking redhead's cunt, which in turn 
caused her to blow Jeff even harder. 

"That's it, baby--spread 'em wide and let me in!" John growled. 

His monstrous prick was still only about half buried in Cindy's tightly 
packed asshole, and he wasn't going to be satisfied until she had taken 
every last inch of his cock. He had a firm grip on Cindy's waist, and he was 
continuing to thrust his incredible cock forward, despite the heavy 
resistance he was meeting from her taut asshole. 

"Come on, keep spreading 'em, cunt!" he snarled. 

The sight of his bulky cock sinking into the tiny brown opening between 
Cindy's asscheeks filled him with savage lust. Each time her muscular ass 
buckled a little more, he could feel a fresh surge of blood and excitement 
coursing through his veiny prick. 

For Cindy's part, the pain of John's ass-fuck was excruciating. Her entire 
midsection was stretched as tight as a drum, and she was certain that 
something was going to rupture. She was also swimming in pussy, since John's 
powerful thrusts were driving her face hard against Samantha's wet, rubbery 
cunt. Her mouth was completely immersed in raw, red cunt, and she couldn't 
see anything but pussy, couldn't taste anything but pussy, couldn't smell 
anything but pussy. She was trying to scream in order to relieve some of the 
pain John's assfucking was causing her, but her cries had a muted, watery 
sound because her face was pressed so deeply into Samantha's cunt. 

Samantha, in turn, was also getting a little crazy from all the excitement. 
No one had ever eaten her cunt quite the way Cindy was doing. The voluptuous 
redhead could feel the impression of Cindy's facial features--her nose, her 
chin, her eyes, and especially her mouth--being squeezed against her 
clay-like cunt as if the petite blonde was being fitted for a mask. This 
tremendous pressure on her sensitive cuntmeat was creating a dynamite 
feeling in Samantha's crotch, but it was the more subtle, ticklish 
sensations produced by Cindy's probing tongue that were really getting her 
off. 

Cindy's tongue had wormed its way deep inside the tender recesses of Mrs. 
James' cunt, to territory that was usually reserved strictly for cocks. But 
Cindy's tongue was much more agile than a big, stiff cock, and as a result, 
it could jump from one hair-trigger pussy nerve to another with incredible 
speed, touching off fireworks of animal delight inside Samantha's brain. 
Like Cindy, Samantha wanted to blow off some of her high-pressure, 
pre-orgasmic steam by shouting, but of course she couldn't with Jeff's cock 
wedged in her mouth. 

"Fuck, I never thought I'd see the day when I'd be getting a blow-job from 
someone named Sam--and loving every minute of it, no less!" Jeff cackled, 
furiously fucking the rusty-haired beauty's mouth. 

Samantha wasn't merely wetting his prick with her lips and tongue, she was 
really sucking it, trying to swallow it right down her throat. Jeff could 
feel a terrific pressure in his dangling nuts and his pistoning prick, as if 
he was fucking a vacuum cleaner. 

John bellowed above the slurping, groaning din. He had finally buried his 
entire ten-inch rod in Cindy's poor little asshole and was now slapping her 
snowy-white asscheeks with the palm of his hand as he brutally fucked her 
gagging rear hole. 

The four-man daisy chain was now pulsating and churning like a single naked 
organism. Each person was working in harmony with the others as they strove 
toward the common goal of orgasm. But it was all very selfish, nevertheless. 
All John cared about was blowing his wad into the narrow confines of Cindy's 
warm, humid asshole. It was only by coincidence that his savage thrusts were 
driving Cindy's tongue deep into Samantha's gooey pussy, providing the 
sultry redhead with a mind-blowing thrill. And in the process of coping with 
the electric charges of pleasure that were frying her nerves, Samantha 
sucked the hell out of Jeff's cock. 

Someone else just happened to be getting the hell sucked out of his cock 
right about then, too--Jack. He was lying face-down on the floor, fucking 
Joan in the mouth while Don fucked the statuesque brunette in the pussy. 

"Lemme know when you're gonna come, okay buddy?" Jack panted, smiling down 
at Don. "Let's do it together and give this bitch a real double dose!" 

"You got it!" Don snickered in reply. 

In order not to interfere with Jack, he had his arms fully extended and his 
head raised into the air while he hammered his ten-inch prick into Joan's 
pussy. All that could be seen of Joan between the two men's hairy, muscular 
bodies was her naked, heaving tits and a few strands of dark, lustrous hair. 

. 

She could quite easily be heard, though. Her big, wet lips were making loud, 
clucking, slurping sounds as she methodically inhaled and expelled Jack's 
stout prick from her luscious mouth. And her moist, spacious cunt was making 
sloppy noises as Don drilled her with his imposing cock. 

"Damn, is her mouth as soft and wet as her cunt?" Don wondered aloud. 

Before Jack could respond, the two men's attention was diverted by a loud, 
animal roar and a flurry of movement from up on the bed. Samantha was 
coming. 

"Hot damn, Don! There goes your wife, just like clockwork!" Jack chortled, 
momentarily grinding his hips to a halt and allowing his pulsating cock to 
come to a dead stop within Joan's hungrily nursing mouth. 

Samantha was a notoriously quick, wild noisy comer, and today was no 
exception. She clamped her firm, meaty thighs tight around Cindy's pretty, 
blonde head like a Venus's-fly trap as her climax struck and began 
maniacally fucking the other girl's face, spewing out streams of hot, sticky 
cunt-cum. 

At the same time, she closed her mouth hard around the base of Jeff's cock 
and started thrashing her head from side to side like a cat toying with a 
dead mouse. A high-pitched wail of ecstasy was rushing out her nostrils like 
escaping steam, and her sexy red hair resembled a fire as it danced and 
shimmied beneath the other redhead's groin. 

And, almost as if he wanted to douse the flaming red hair that was snapping 
to and fro underneath his crotch, Jeff started coming just moments after 
Samantha did. 

"Here it comes, cock-sucker!" he roared, toppling forward and burying his 
face in the bedsheets. 

With his long, straight cock pointing directly down to Samantha's screaming 
throat, the force of gravity helped pull the jizz out of his nuts in 
rapid-fire, machinegun-like bursts. His white, stringy cum poured from his 
prick and sloshed down the frantically sucking redhead's throat in a 
whirlpool, coating her mouth with a thick, hot masculine paste. 

"Drink me off!" Jeff bellowed, furiously pounding his groin into Samantha's 
face. 

As the main link in the sweaty, panting daisy chain, Samantha was swamped by 
a wave of incredible, wanton sexual delight. Her spewing cunt was bubbling 
and boiling through a second bone-jarring orgasm, wetting Cindy's face with 
its fragrant, honey pussy-cum. And the flood of jism which was streaming 
down her throat seemed to provide her with energy, fuel for the fire in her 
blazing crotch. Her lips were wrapped tightly around the root of Jeff's 
coming prick--just below his balls--and she was ravenously sucking and 
massaging his deflating cock with her mouth and tongue, siphoning off all 
his creamy jism. 

"Holy fuck, what a mouth! What a( sweet-sucking mouth!" Jeff snarled, 
clawing the mattress. 

Although she wasn't actually climaxing herself, Cindy was painfully aware of 
just how extraordinarily powerful the orgasms of Samantha and Jeff were. It 
was very difficult for her to breath with her head being crushed between 
Samantha's well-toned thighs and her face being ground into the thrashing 
redhead's hot, musky cunt. Her eyes were watering and her lips were swollen 
and bruised from being driven to mercilessly into Samantha's gaping 
cunthole. In addition, her asshole felt numb and raw from the constant 
pounding it was receiving from John's over-sized prick. 

"That's it, baby--fuck me! Fuck me with your beautiful little asshole!" John 
growled, driving his ten-inch prick up Cindy's ass with unrelenting fury. "I 
wanna come too!" 

Despite all the pain and discomfort she was experiencing, Cindy was 
ecstatic. This was her kind of sex--hot, lurid, and steamy, a bunch of naked 
adults fucking like animals purely for the enjoyment of it. As she furiously 
swished her tongue around inside Samantha's dripping-wet pussy and impaled 
her pretty ass on John's incredible prick, she could feel her own wanton 
desire beginning to build toward the breaking point. 

She desperately wanted to join Samantha and Jeff on the other side of the 
orgasmic barrier, and in order to hasten her journey, she began a renewed, 
all-out assault on the screeching redhead's saucy cunthole. Cindy was 
drinking in Samantha's womanly fluids as fast as the gorgeous redhead could 
spew them out, and her tongue had crept as far into the other girl's slimy 
pussy as it would go. The potent aroma and flavor of Samantha's climaxing 
pussy provided Cindy with a powerful reminder of her own oozing, twitching 
cunt, which she knew was about to erupt at any second. 

But as close as Cindy was to orgasm, John was even closer. Cindy suddenly 
became aware of a tremendous increase in the size and hardness of John's 
prick, and she knew that could mean only one thing--he was about to shoot 
his jizz. 

"Oh fuck, this is gonna be great--I can't wait... ugh!" he bellowed, 
screwing his cock deep into Cindy's compact ass. 

Just as his balls slapped against her quivering asscheeks, his climax jolted 
him like a lightning bolt, causing his knees to buckle slightly. He held 
onto her waist for support and began shaking, unloading all his thick, hot 
jism up her smarting ass, "I love a nice, tight ass!" he shrieked in an 
almost inhuman voice. "I love fucking you like a dog!" 

But even a dog would have gotten better treatment than Cindy was receiving! 
Her asshole simply wasn't made to accommodate a hefty, ten-inch cock, 
especially not one that was swollen with cum. Sharp pains radiated through 
her crotch as her overloaded asshole stretched and strained to withstand the 
pressure of John's advancing prick. 

"Shit, I wouldn't wanna be in her shoes!" Jack remarked, churning his cock 
into motion again inside Joan's warm, spit-slick mouth. "Imagine getting 
John's fucking whopper of a cock shoved up your ass!" 

Believe me, Jack, I know how she feels! Joan thought as she hungrily sucked 
his fat, beefy prick. The pain is something else, but it's worth it to feel 
him shooting his wad way up inside your guts! 

Cindy was just discovering that herself. A peculiar, warm glow was spreading 
throughout her crotch area as huge globs of John's milky jism cascaded deep 
down inside her tight, resistant asshole. His hot, slippery cum helped get 
rid of some of the pressure and friction created by his intruding cockshaft, 
and it was just what Cindy needed to touch off her own orgasm. 

"Eeaahh... oh, fuck!" she snarled, slobbering into Samantha's tender, soupy 
cunt. Cindy's own cunt started twitching with a fiery vitality in time with 
Samantha's, and her asscheeks clenched tight around John's exploding prick, 
as if they had a will of their own. 

"There ya go, baby--fuck me back with your ass!" John grumbled. "You know 
you love it!" Trickles of his creamy jism spurted out of Cindy's asshole as 
he continued to slam his prick up her ass. 

Cindy's body started squirming and wriggling like a worm on a hook as her 
orgasm stampeded across her senses. She drilled the tip of her tongue deep 
into the satiny inner walls of Samantha's cunt and twirled it around, 
sending the randy redhead off on still another roller coaster ride of wanton 
delight. Her pussy was completely covered with a rich foam and Cindy was 
eating it up like cotton candy. At the same time she was clamping her 
muscular asscheeks hard around John's wilting prick and drawing it up inside 
her, as if she wanted to suck his cum right through her body and spit it out 
Samantha's cunt. 

"What a wild broad!" John roared. "She just can't get enough of my cock!" 

"Neither can this one!" Jeff replied. 

His spent cock had slipped out of Samantha's wet, cum-smeared lips, but she 
wasn't through blowing him yet, not while she was still coming herself. She 
had inhaled his dangling balls and was now rolling them around on her 
tongue. 

All at once the orgasmic tension fled from Cindy's body like the air from a 
flat tire and every one of her muscles went limp. The four-man daisy chain 
immediately disintegrated as a result, with John wrenching his melted prick 
free from the snug confines of her ass and Jeff rolling off of Samantha's 
flushed, cum-drenched, sweat-soaked face. Jism streaming from her throbbing 
asshole, Cindy crumpled down onto the floor in a heap, John staggered 
drunkenly across the room and collapsed into a chair, and Samantha spread 
her legs wide and tried to cool her smoldering pussy in the heady, 
musk-scented atmosphere of the cheating blonde wife's bedroom. 

"Wow, that was something else!" Jeff panted, acting as a spokesman for the 
four depleted fuckers. He tried to sit up on the bed to survey the aftermath 
of the lusty, inspired daisy chain, but he couldn't move. His nerves had 
been worn completely to a frazzle by Samantha's skillful blow-job. 

Cindy, John, Samantha, and Jeff may have been totally sapped, but the other 
three orgy participants--Jack, Joan, and Don--were just hitting their 
stride. Jack had his crotch positioned directly above Joan's pretty, 
upturned face, and he was sawing his cock in and out of her pulpy mouth like 
a jackhammer. Don, meanwhile, was drilling his prick into the sultry 
brunette's wet, elastic pussy as smoothly and methodically as a well-tuned 
automobile engine. He was fucking at the same pace as his friend, but their 
strokes alternated so that Jack's prick was sinking into Joan's mouth while 
Don's prick was sliding out of her cunt, and vice versa. 

That was just the way Joan wanted it. The well-coordinated efforts of Don 
and Jack ensured that there was a hot, stiff cock on the offensive of an 
opening of her body at all times. Joan had her eyes shut tight and she was 
moaning softly, swallowing down pools of salty saliva at the conclusion of 
each mouth-stroke and thrusting her hips upward at the conclusion of each 
cunt-stroke. This was her favorite way to fuck, because the presence of a 
hairy, male crotch over her head kept her face as hot and sweaty as her 
cunt. It provided her with the opportunity to taste a cock in her mouth and 
feel one in her pussy simultaneously, giving her the best of both worlds. 

"How you holding up?" Don gasped, looking up at Jack. 

"Well, I feel just great!" Jack answered. "But her cunt is so fucking soft 
that I don't think I can hold back my jizz much longer!" 

"Fuck, with her mouth on my cock, I don't want to hold back my jizz any 
longer!" Don shot back. "Let's go for it!" 

With that the two men abandoned their efforts to fuck Joan in a methodical, 
well-organized fashion and just started fucking her mouth and her cunt just 
as hard and as fast as they could. 

From his seat on the sidelines, John had a perfect view of the two-on-one 
gang-bang. It gave him a perverse sense of satisfaction to see a couple of 
his friends fucking the shit out of his girlfriend, and his big, soft prick 
began to stir again as the action picked up. 

"Go get her, guys!" he encouraged, stroking his prick in his hand. 

If ever a girl was built to take on two guys at once, it was Joan. Her long, 
lean body made it easy for the man between her legs and the man fucking her 
mouth to stay out of each other's way. In addition, both her mouth and her 
cunt were unusually large and wet, which made it easier for her to devote 
equal attention to the two cocks pistoning into her. Her lush, fat lips 
undulated as Jack's chunky prick slurped into her mouth, going with the flow 
and keeping his fleshy prick nice and moist and slippery. Her cuntlips were 
doing the same thing to Don's longer, thinner cock, massaging and soothing 
it with her girly ointment. 

"Ooo, fuck--I'm gonna come any second!" Jack wheezed, sweat streaming down 
his face. 

"Me too!" Don spluttered, fucking Joan's tattered pussy like there was no 
tomorrow. 

Me too! Joan thought from underneath the hairy, muscular piles of gyrating 
male flesh. 

Then, in an incredible display of perfect timing, the three of them shot 
their hot, sticky loads of cum all at once. Jack's climax hit just as the 
bulbous knob of his cockhead slipped down into Joan's throat and his 
squishy, hairy balls draped down over her chin. Don's orgasm erupted a 
millisecond later, just as his slender prick struck bottom in Joan's saucy 
cunt. And Joan's own climax ignited at almost the exact same instant, almost 
as if their three nervous systems were interconnected. 

"Start gulping, bitch!" Jack boomed, discharging a stream of thick, hot jism 
down Joan's throat. He could feel the muscles of her face and throat 
automatically kick on as his curdled cum filled her sucking mouth to 
capacity. 

For her part, Joan could feel the sharp spasms in Jack's dangling nuts as he 
came, and each muscular contraction was followed immediately by the taste of 
a fresh squirt of jizz in her mouth. She drank thirstily from his spewing 
prick, and his mawkish cum clung to the narrow walls of her throat when she 
swallowed, making her feel hot and randy. She could feel the same type of 
warm, wet, sticky sensation deep down in her cunt at the same time as Don 
continued to shoot his wad into her rosy-red pussy. 

"Take my cum, cunt! You need it more than I do!" he thundered, churning his 
hips like a mechanical bull. 

Joan's big, hairy cunt felt almost like a mouth around his exploding cock, 
and it seemed to be sucking the jism right out of his prickhead. The 
resistance her warm, rubbery pussy lining was creating on his sensitive 
prick-point sent tendrils of delight creeping down the backs of his tightly 
clenched, hairy thighs. 

Joan was squirming and groaning and burning up inside as her climax scorched 
her nerves. The electric current of orgasm continued to build and build 
inside her boiling brain without reaching a cut-off point. All she could 
think about was cock--how good it felt to have one crammed down her throat 
and another one shoved up her cunt, and how great it felt to have two huge 
wads of milky jism streaming in her at once. 

She was furiously licking and sucking Jack's cock as he came, scraping it 
with her teeth and feeling its spongy hardness with her full, round lips. 
The knowledge that his dense, slippery cum was sliding down her throat and 
in to her stomach filled her with an indescribable joy. 

"Keep sucking... don't stop!" Jack bellowed, writhing in ecstasy. "Drink it 
all... eeaahh!" All at once his balls ran dry and he reached the end of his 
orgasmic rope. But Joan kept right on sucking his flaccid prick, stirring 
his overstimulated nerves into a chaotic frenzy. 

Don's cock was also running out of steam by then. It ground to a halt inside 
Joan's swampy cunthole as his climax blew over, but it continued to twitch 
and seep for several seconds more, percolating like a coffee pot. 

And with her breath running short and her throat full of cum, Joan suddenly 
began to choke. She frantically pushed Jack off her face and gasped for air, 
coughing and rubbing her eyes. Her orgasm fizzled away as quickly as a 
lightning flash, and her entire body went as limp as the two men's' cocks. 
The action was over. 

"Oh fuck, I was just getting interested!" John groaned from his ringside 
seat. 

Turned-on by the sight of his girlfriend taking in two loads of jism, he had 
stroked and manipulated his massive cock into another hard-on. But he felt 
his energy level dropping again now that the erotic festivities had ended. 

"Wow, that's quite a stiff you got there, fella!" Cindy cooed, spying John's 
big, erect cock. "It seems a shame to waste it on your hand!" 

"Have you got something better to offer?" John wise-cracked. 

Cindy said nothing. Instead she simply opened her mouth, placed her curled 
fingers in front of her face, and began flicking her wrist, miming the act 
of sucking a cock. 

"It's a deal!" John cackled, a lusty shudder wracking his muscular body. 

Without a word, Cindy crawled across the floor as gracefully as a cat and 
positioned herself on her knees between John's quaking thighs. She then 
fastened her tart little mouth over his throbbing cockhead and began 
stroking his ivory prickshaft, just the way she had silently promised she 
would. 

* * * 

By a strange coincidence, Carl Jefferson's cock began to swell into a 
hard-on at almost the precise instant that his wife Cindy started going down 
on John Peterson. Carl was sitting in his office at work trying to finish an 
important report, but his heart just wasn't in it. His encounter with Wendy 
" Fry the previous afternoon had reawakened his long-dormant lust for sex, 
and all day he had been thinking about how much he wanted to get home and 
fuck his wife. Strange that it took an affair with another woman to make him 
appreciate Cindy's beautiful body again! 

Carl tried to bury his thoughts in the report, but it was no use. He just 
had to get home and get fucked. Complaining of a headache, he asked his boss 
if he could leave early, then he grabbed his coat and hurried out the door 
like a kid on the last day of school. 

Boy, just think how surprised Cindy's gonna be when I come home early for 
once! he thought as he jumped into his car. 

Cindy wasn't the only one who was in for a big surprise! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The first indication that something was wrong came when Carl arrived home 
and discovered a couple of his friends' cars in the driveway. In addition to 
arousing his suspicions, this also forced him to park in the street. 
Consequently, none of the party-goers in the bedroom heard him getting out 
of his car. 

Carl really had no idea what to expect when he entered the house. If there 
had been only one car in the driveway he may have suspected his wife of 
fooling around, but the fact that there were two cars in the driveway meant 
that she obviously had more than one visitor. What could she possibly be up 
to? 

He found out exactly what she was up to the minute he stepped through the 
bedroom door. Cindy was just lapping up the last of John Peterson's cum when 
Carl walked-into the room. Her other guests were in equal compromising 
positions. Jeff was fucking Samantha up the ass, Samantha was sucking Don's 
spent cum out of Joan's cunt, Joan was blowing Don, and Jack was lying on 
the floor between Cindy's legs, eating her out while she sucked John. It 
certainly was quite a sight for Carl to come home to! 

"What the fuck is all this?" he demanded, more shocked than angry. 

All at once the hot, wild sexual activity in the bedroom ground to a halt. 
Carl's harsh words had the same effect on Cindy and her friends as a bucket 
of ice water. There was a long, uncomfortable silence, as nobody had any 
idea what to do or say. Finally Cindy decided she'd better do some fast 
talking. 

"Well what did you expect me to do?" she lashed out at her husband. "You 
spend all your fucking time at the office, then when you finally do come 
home, you go right to sleep! We haven't fucked in weeks! Well I'm sorry, but 
I'm a normal, healthy young woman, and I can't live like a nun! Okay, maybe 
this is carrying things to the extreme, but I was desperate!" 

Cindy's angry words cut through Carl like a knife. Everything she had said 
was true, and until that moment he hadn't realized just how badly he had 
neglected her. And he couldn't very well yell at her for cheating, since he 
himself had been unfaithful just the day before. What's more, he couldn't 
really be angry with his friends, Don and John, since they had brought their 
own mates to the orgy. All in all, Carl felt like a real asshole. 

"Well, okay, maybe I was asking for something like this," he conceded in a 
barely audible whisper. "But it's still quite a shock to my system to walk 
into my own bedroom and find my wife conducting an orgy." 

With tears welling up in her eyes and John's cum dribbling down her chin, 
Cindy was a pathetic sight. Totally at a loss for words, she rushed across 
the room and into Carl's arms, sobbing. 

"Hey, look--don't be so upset! I'll get over it!" Carl offered with a forced 
chuckle. "Besides, I brought this whole mess onto myself by ignoring you! Oh 
honey, how can I ever make it up to you?" 

"You could join the orgy." 

The voice that spoke belonged not to Cindy, but to Samantha. Carl had almost 
forgotten that he and Cindy were not alone, but when he looked down at the 
floor, he suddenly became very much aware of the fact that there two other 
nude females besides his wife in the room. Samantha was resting on her 
haunches between Joan's wide spread legs, her striking red hair draped down 
across her bare, white shoulders. Her face was glistening with Joan's 
feminine lubricant, her large, round tits white shoulders. 

Her face was glistening with Joan's feminine lubricant, her large, round 
tits were sweating and heaving, and her lovely, reddish-orange muff of 
cunthair was clearly visible between her thighs. Carl had met with Samantha 
and Joan before and had been impressed by their attractiveness, and he 
couldn't quite believe that they were now both lying naked on his bedroom 
floor. 

"Hmmm. Maybe there's something to these orgies after all!" he drawled, his 
face breaking into a smile. He released Cindy from his arms and sauntered 
over to where Samantha and Joan lay to more closely inspect their beautiful, 
naked bodies. "I mean, in addition to my pretty, blonde wife, now I've got a 
gorgeous redhead and a sexy brunette at my disposal. What more could a man 
want?" 

Everyone in the room began to breathe a little easier as it became apparent 
that Carl was going to join the fun. 

"I'm glad you chose to see things our way!" Samantha purred, kneeling in 
front of Carl's crotch. His neatly pressed slacks were doing a poor job of 
concealing the massive hard-on that had swollen up inside them. "I think 
you'll find the experience quite enjoyable!" 

Joan quickly positioned herself at Samantha's side while the eye-popping 
redhead unbuckled Carl's belt and unzipped his fly. His body was trembling 
at the prospect of having his prick exposed to these two beautiful women. 

"Hmm, not bad!" Samantha cooed when his throbbing cock bobbed into view. "I 
think I'll give it a lick!" 

And that she did, flicking out her long tongue and trailing it along the 
underside of Carl's turgid cockshaft in smooth, fluid strokes. Without 
breaking stride, she opened her mouth when she reached the base of his prick 
and sucked up his fuzzy, low-hanging balls. This left his fleshy cocktip 
free for Joan to suck on, and she drew it greedily into her mouth. 

A bewildering range of emotions converged on Carl's brain as Samantha and 
Joan mouthed his cockhead and nuts. He loved the way it felt to be blown by 
two sexy women at one time, but he still felt a little uncomfortable having 
his wife present while it was happening. He turned and regarded Cindy with a 
sheepish grin, and, to his delight, she wasn't the least bit upset or 
jealous. 

"That's it, honey, enjoy yourself!" she giggled, melting into John's lap. 
"You need a good come!" 

Secure in the knowledge that he had his wife's blessing, Carl turned his 
full attention to the two slurping, sucking women who were attacking his 
cock. They worked very well together. Samantha was very softly and 
delicately kissing his squishy balls while Joan sucked his meaty prick-point 
as hard as she could. It felt as if his bloated prick was caught in a 
blizzard of velvety female lips and tongue. Cupping a beautiful head in the 
palm of each hand, Carl began rocking back and forth on the balls of his 
feet, swirling his gooey balls around on Samantha's tongue and fucking 
straight into Joan's soft, round mouth with his spongy prick-head. 

"I told you my wife gave good head!" Don laughed, settling back to enjoy the 
show. 

"You got that right!" Carl replied, running his fingers through the two 
bobbing heads of silky hair. He could feel Samantha's jaws shifting as she 
furiously licked his nuts, and he could detect the outline of his bulbous 
cockhead through Joan's puffed-out cheeks. 

"Shit, two heads definitely are better than one!" he moaned. 

Two heads also brought him to climax much faster. Within minutes Carl could 
feel the cum rising from his balls up into his cock-stem, and he tried to 
brace himself for the inevitable explosion. Samantha could tell that he was 
about to come, and in order to heighten his climax, she exhaled his nuts and 
began licking the underside of his waxy cock as rapidly as she could. 

That did the trick. A long, stringy jet of jism suddenly spurted out Carl's 
prickhead and into Joan's open mouth. She immediately spit his milky cum 
back onto his convulsive prickhead and began spreading it around with her 
tongue, allowing Samantha to share the spoils of a blow-job well done. The 
two girls joined forces to lap up Carl's squirting jizz, smearing it all 
over his cock and their faces in the process. They looked like a couple of 
kittens sharing a dish of cream as they hungrily sucked up every drop of his 
thick, white cum. 

"Ooo, I wish I was in on that!" Cindy whined from the sidelines. "I haven't 
blown Carl in so long that I can't remember what his cum tastes like!" 

"Don't worry, honey--you'll have plenty of opportunities to suck me off in 
the future!" Carl laughed. "I'm not gonna neglect you any more!" 

"Does that mean we're not gonna have any more orgies?" Cindy asked, a little 
concerned. 

"On the contrary!" Carl assured her. "I think we've finally found the right 
formula for a successful marriage: One horny wife, one open-minded husband, 
and plenty of understanding friends!" 

"I'll drink to that!" Samantha replied, swallowing the last of Carl's cum. 


THE END
