The Horny Wives
by Jane Fox


Chapter One 

"Come on, George. Wake up and FUCK ME!" Lydia Myers demanded. She pouted her 
luscious red lips and sighed in exasperation. Then she rolled over on her 
firm, large titties and stared at her sleeping husband. George Myers was too 
drunk to even respond. He just continued snoring deeply. He was completely 
unaware of his horny wife's request. 

Lydia reached over and jerked the covers off George's sleeping body. Her 
eyes blazed lustily. She was determined to feel his nice, hard prick in her 
burning cunt. She had been thinking about 

George's thick, long cock all day. She wasn't about to be cheated out of her 
nightly fun! 

Lydia had worked herself up into a fine, horny frenzy by the time George had 
come home from work. She had been slipping her fingers in her throbbing, 
creamy snatch all afternoon, pinching and tweaking her sensitive little clit 
and rubbing her palm against her moist cunt. She had almost come to a climax 
when she heard the car in the driveway, she had been so horny. 

Lydia was to be disappointed, though. The minute George came home he had 
headed straight for the shower. Then he had gobbled dinner without even 
noticing the gleam in his wife's eyes. Before Lydia could even suggest going 
to bed for a nice evening of fucking, he had disappeared over to Sam's 
house, leaving Lydia waiting impatiently for him to come home. Finally, at 
midnight, George had stumbled through the door. He barely made it to the 
bedroom before he passed out cold. He hadn't even noticed the sexy new 
negligee Lydia was wearing! 

Lydia was really mad! She had a good notion to get dressed and go out for a 
drink. She wasn't the kind of woman to give up so easily, though. When Lydia 
wanted to be flicked, she would go to any lengths to get the satisfaction 
she craved! She was going to force George to cooperate if it took her all 
night! She was going to get George's limp cock hard if it was the last thing 
she ever did! 

Lydia ran her hand down George's chest in a light sweeping motion. Her slim 
hand stopped at the base of his sleeping cock. 

"Wake up, sweetie," she purred, her fingers expertly manipulating the length 
of George's limp dick. "I'll bet you can't sleep through this!" she 
muttered. 

She firmly massaged George's soft prick, stroking up and down with rapid 
little jerks of her fingers. She knew George loved to have his cock played 
with. Usually by this time, he was already groaning and pushing her over so 
he could sink his rigid cock in her steaming pussy. Nothing happened though! 

Lydia continued to stroke and pull her husband's cock in the way she knew 
George loved best. She was sure that he would be awake and horny in just a 
minute. Long moments passed and Lydia sighed in frustration. George was 
sleeping peacefully on. His cock was still in the shape of a wet noodle. 

"All right, bastard!" Lydia growled, frustrated. She lowered her wet, red 
lips to her husband's soft prick. "Let's see you snore through this!" she 
challenged. 

Her face took on an expression of fierce determinations. She closed her lips 
around the tip of George's soft cock-head. Then she sucked and licked with 
her smooth, hot tongue. She started at the base of his still-soft cock, 
traveling slowly up to the velvety head. She covered every inch of his 
shaft, licking around in tiny circles. It was just the way George loved. 
Then she took his whole shaft into her hot, wet throat. She gulped and 
sucked like a starving baby with a bottle of milk. She was going to give 
George the most superb blow-job of his whole life! 

Lydia sucked in with force, feeling George's soft cock-head rub and nestle 
against the smooth, satiny surface of her mouth. She probed with her hot 
tongue, guiding and pressing his limp cock against the slick, hot roof of 
her mouth. She gobbled his shaft noisily, with great force, sucking and 
gulping. George groaned. 

"Oooooh, baby," he moaned, "what are you doing?" 

Lydia giggled. Her voice was low and lusty. George was finally coming alive. 

"God!" George gasped as she licked and sucked his cock fast and furiously. 
"You're so good, baby. You're the best cock-sucker in the whole world." 

Lydia felt George's small, soft prick begins to change in her hot, wet 
mouth. It grew with leaps and bounds. It swelled on her tongue and became 
hotter and much heavier. It started to push farther and farther into her 
hot, slick throat, nudging up against the back of her mouth. It filled her 
wet, smooth throat with its pulsing length. Her lips stretched widely, 
frying to swallow the whole swelling shaft. Lydia loved to feel George's 
cock grow in her throat. There was nothing more exciting to her than to feel 
his prick grow long and hard in her wet, hot mouth. She felt her pussy begin 
to twitch and a flood of creamy cunt-juice filled her aching snatch. 

"Take it all, baby," George muttered, shoving forward. He tried to force 
every inch of his big, long cock into her steaming throat. "Suck me off, 
baby. Make me come!" 

George's face was contorted with blissful lust. Lydia had found the perfect 
way to wake him up. There was nothing he loved more than a nice, sexy 
blow-job! 

"Oh, baby," he moaned in ecstasy. "OOOOOOH!" 

Lydia felt his cock-cream dribbling down her hot throat. He began moving his 
hips back and forth. His cock swelled to mammoth proportions. She could feel 
his rod grow hotter and hotter and bigger and bigger. It wouldn't be long 
before he shot his load of jizz right down her throat. 

Lydia jerked her head back. "FUCK ME!" she demanded. "PUT YOUR HOT, HARD 
COCK IN MY PUSSY and FUCK ME!" 

George groaned. He was fully awake now and as horny as hell. He didn't 
really want to flick, though. The blow-job had been so nice. He tried to 
force Lydia's head down again, attempting to impale her wet, hot throat on 
his rigid, pulsing shaft. 

"Come on, baby," he begged. "Blow me. I'm too tired to fuck." 

Lydia rebelled. 

"Oh, no you don't" she yelled, twisting away. "You've really got some nerve, 
George Myers! I've been horny all day and I've been lying here wanting it 
all night and then you want me to blow you! No way, George! You're going to 
fuck my wet, hungry pussy! Either that or you won't get any at all!" 

George sighed. He knew that there was no arguing with Lydia once she made up 
her mind about something. He was too horny to argue anyway. His hard cock 
jerked up and pointed straight at the ceiling. 

"Come and get it if you want it," he muttered, not moving a muscle. "You're 
gonna have to get on top." 

Then he closed his eyes and waited, a smile on his face. He knew that Lydia 
was too horny to refuse to get on top. 

Lydia sighed. She might have known that she'd have to do all the work. 
George was too lazy and too drunk to do more than just lie there with his 
long prick standing straight up. It certainly was a beautiful hard-on, 
though. She loved George's long, hard cock. It was just the right size for 
her wet, hot cunt. She moved forward eagerly and straddled his body. Then 
she positioned her wet, hungry cunt-hole right over the tip of his hard 
cock. 

"Aaaaagh!" she moaned as she moved down slowly. 

She could feel his long, hard shaft enter her twitching pussy and the 
sensations running through her were almost too wonderful to be real. Her 
steaming cunt clamped gratefully around his hard cock. She grasped him 
tightly, pulling his cock deeper and deeper into her hot, wet depths. 

"Aaaaagh!" Lydia moaned again, moving around in circles. 

It was a beautiful snug fit. George s cock filled her tight pussy 
completely. His soft cock-head nudged right up against the spongy hotness of 
her womb. She felt her pussy-juice flow, flooding her juicy cunt and 
dripping down onto his hard, throbbing nut-sac. She let out a little gasp of 
pure lust and began to pump her wet pussy up and down. Faster and faster. 
She rode him like a stallion, feeling the bed creak and groan with her 
pumping motions. This was good! 

"AAAAAGH!" she squealed in pleasure, her pussy muscles throbbing and 
twitching in delight. 

George grunted in enjoyment. He gripped the quivering globes of her 
ass-cheeks and squeezed. He could feel his balls' twitch in excitement. He 
was almost at the busting point. He was almost ready to fill Lydia's hot 
cunt with his burning blasts of cock-cream. 

Lydia shuddered. She was reaching the very edge of orgasm. Just a few 
moments more and she would come. She pumped up and down with furious 
motions. Her pussy flooded with the juices of her passion. 

"Grab my ass harder, George!" she squealed. "Make me come with that long, 
hard cock of yours!" 

George grunted. He never could hold off coming when Lydia talked like that. 
It excited him beyond belief. His huge prick quivered and pulsed and 
suddenly he was coming. Blast after blast of hot, burning cock-cream jetted 
from his hard shaft, soaking Lydia's soft, twitching cunt. 

"Ahhhh, Christ!" he whined. "UHHHHHHHH! Awwww, Jesus!" 

Lydia felt George collapse beneath her. His cock went soft and shrank 
quickly. She humped in frenzied abandon, but George was through with a soft 
plop his cock slid out of her burning cunt. Lydia groaned. She was 
frustrated like she had never been before. All that work, and then George 
hadn't even waited for her to come! 

"God damn you, George!" she muttered softly, climbing off her husband. 
George had dropped back into sleep the moment after he had come. He didn't 
even hear her muttered curses as she rolled over and got out of bed. 

"You're great, George!" she muttered angrily. "What a fucking stud I 
married!" 

Lydia knelt by the side of the bed and opened her bottom dresser drawer. She 
groped around in the dimly lit room until her hand felt a familiar object. 

"Well, at least I've still got this!" she muttered drawing out a small, hard 
plastic vibrator. 

She considered switching off the dim light by the bed and then gave a slight 
giggle. She'd be damned if she'd turn off the light! It would serve George 
right if he happened to wake up and see her playing with her own pussy. 
Maybe he'd get the idea that she needed more than a few quick thrusts of his 
cock to satisfy her lusty urges. 

Lydia thought of the way she and George used to get it on in bed. George 
used to take the time to fuck her properly, licking her pretty pink nipples 
and playing with her large, firm titties until she was really ready to be 
fucked. He used to get her so horny that she would be screaming for cock by 
the time he got ready to stick his stiff pecker in her wet pussy. Lately, 
though, George had been much more interested in getting on, getting off and 
getting to sleep than 'he had been in seeing that she got her satisfaction, 
too. Lydia liked a little more action than that. She couldn't even remember 
the last time that George had licked and sucked her perky little nipples! 

Outside Lydia's bedroom window, Betsy Dillon gasped softly. She recognized 
the object in Lydia's hand. She had one just like it at home. Then Betsy 
clamped one hand tightly to her mouth. She had to be careful not to make any 
noise. Lydia's bedroom window was open and she certainly didn't want to get 
caught prowling around in front of the window and crouching in the bushes! 

Betsy had been peeking at Lydia for several weeks now. She was fascinated by 
her lovely, sexy neighbor. At first Betsy had been horrified by her lewd 
thoughts regarding Lydia's Lush body and her sweet pussy. Those feelings had 
become so strong that she couldn't ignore them any longer, though. Alter Sam 
went to bed, Betsy had taken to walking softly across the lawn separating 
the two houses and taking up a position under George and Lydia's bedroom 
window. At first her peeping activities had been entirely an accident. 

Betsy had been up late, sewing, and had run out of cigarettes. She had 
walked over to Lydia's to see if she could borrow a pack. When she noticed 
that the house was dark, she had gone around the back, hoping that Lydia 
would still be up, perhaps reading in bed. Instead of reading, Betsy had 
seen her lovely neighbor spread-eagled on the bed, buried beneath George's 
lanky body. Betsy couldn't help herself. She had known that she should turn 
around and go straight home, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the 
object of all her daydreams. She had sunk to her knees in the soft grass 
beneath the window and watched George fuck Lydia. As Betsy had watched, her 
hand had slipped down to her own neglected pussy and grasped the hard little 
bud of her throbbing ditty. With every bounce of Lydia's creamy white 
ass-cheeks, Betsy had given her own throbbing clitty a little tweak. She 
watched the quivering mounds of Lydia's proud, firm titties jiggle and 
wiggle as George had flicked away at her sweet pink pussy. As George's 
rhythm increased, so did Betsy's until all three of them had come in 
separate but satisfying climaxes. 

The mat morning Betsy had been ashamed, hardly daring to speak to Lydia. 
Gradually, though, she had come to grips with her strange desires. Now Betsy 
sneaked out of the house almost every evening to peer in excitement and 
fascination at Lydia and George in the bedroom. Over the past few days, 
Betsy had known that Lydia wasn't getting the kind of satisfaction she 
needed from George. Perhaps after George's little flub tonight, Betsy could 
actually put some of her daydreams into practice. She knew that Lydia was 
about ripe for a little woman-love! 

Betsy watched with fascination as Lydia opened a bottle of hand lotion. 
Betsy could see the creamy pink lotion seeping down into Lydia's cunt-hole 
and running down to her tiny, puckered asshole. 

Betsy gasped in excitement. Her hand dropped to her own flooding cunt and 
spread the slick, hot pussy-lips. She let out another anguished moan as 
Lydia guided the head of the vibrator into the small, damp mouth of her 
pussy. Lydia gave a thrust that wedged the plastic cock right up inside her 
cunt, almost burying it in her steaming box. Betsy trembled, just watching 
the scene in front of her. 

Betsy worked her fingers frantically in her own hot pussy. She frigged 
herself furiously and imagined that she was right there beside Lydia, 
jamming the vibrator in her pretty, pink pussy. Betsy knew that she could 
afford Lydia more pleasure than that little plastic vibrator. She knew just 
what to do to make Lydia come. She had practiced it enough times in the 
girls' boarding school her parents had shipped her off to. Betsy knew just 
how to please a woman and she could hardly wait to please Lydia! 

Lydia threw her head back and rammed her pussy again and again. Betsy could 
see the cunt-cream boil up and froth around the edges of the slim vibrator 
as Lydia jammed it again and again into her glistening hot cunt. Betsy's 
hand moved faster in her own pussy as she sensed Lydia's excitement 
intensify. 

Lydia's head was hanging to one side and her eyes were glazed with passion. 
Her little pink tongue licked her lips eagerly and Betsy almost came right 
then, as she thought of that very same tongue licking her own sweet, pink 
cunt. Lydia was using one hand to tweak and pinch her long, pink nipples. 
The other hand was ramming the plastic vibrator into her flooding pussy. 
Betsy could see the Long plastic prick hover for a moment on the very brink 
of Lydia's cunt-hole and then surge forward as she slammed it home, again 
and again. 

Betsy was panting just as hard as Lydia was. 

Their titties heaved in perfect rhythm as they both thrilled to their 
separate delights. Betsy shuddered and her fingers moved even faster. She 
sank three fingers into her wet, hot slit and rubbed the hard little nub of 
her clit with her flat thumb. She could feel her pussy twitch and throb. She 
was aching to come, but she forced herself to wait, pacing her excitement to 
Lydia's. It was agonizing, but she wanted to climax at the exact instant 
Lydia did. She could hear Lydia groan and squeal softly. Her creamy 
pussy-juice gushed forth from her honeyed snatch. She rolled her head wildly 
from side to side as she gripped the whirring vibrator tightly in her snug, 
hot twat. 

Betsy cast a quick glance at George. He was sleeping soundly. Even the 
bouncing of Lydia's smooth white ass-cheeks on the bed hadn't bothered him. 
Betsy could understand Lydia's frustration. George was a complete and total 
dud! 

Lydia battered and assaulted her steaming pussy. Her wet, burning snatch was 
stretched open by the whirring plastic dick. Betsy knew that she could have 
shouted and thrown rocks against the window and Lydia wouldn't have even 
blinked. Lydia was completely intent on getting herself off! 

Lydia's legs tensed suddenly, and then trembled like leaves in a storm. She 
plunged the vibrator fiercely in the fiery depths of her throbbing pussy. 
She rammed it home so hard that it sank completely out of sight in her 
throbbing, grasping cunt. Spasm after spasm of pleasure shot through her 
body as the hard plastic vibrator sank out of sight in her hot, wet cunt. 

Lydia squealed shrilly and her face contorted with pleasure. The vibrator 
whirred away softly as she began to come, twisting and writhing in ecstasy. 

Betsy sank her whole hand into her pussy and felt her own climax rip through 
her tortured body. Her gasps of joy filled the warm fall air. Next time, she 
was going to be right there beside Lydia's lovely, lush body, giving her 
much more pleasure than that silly plastic vibrator ever could. She would 
show Lydia how her hot, smooth tongue could lick and slurp her-little hard 
cunt and dip into her steamy hot cunt-hole. Lydia was ready for Betsy's kind 
of woman-love. Betsy was willing to stake her life on that! 

 Chapter Two 

Lydia awoke to see George's smug face grinning down at her. She glanced at 
the bedside clock and groaned. 

"Whaddaya want?" she murmured sleepily. 

George pinched her cheerfully on the ass and climbed out of bed. He stroked 
his cock happily. 

"You're married to quite a stud, baby," he remarked proudly. "No matter how 
drunk I get, I can still give you a nice fuck." 

Lydia rolled over and buried her head under the pillows. She didn't have the 
heart to tell George that the flick he had given her, hadn't done her any 
good. She didn't even bother getting up to fix him breakfast. Let good old 
super-stud fix his own eggs and bacon. Lydia was going to go back to sleep 
and get a little rest. 

Lydia got up as soon as she heard George pull out of the driveway. She 
poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table, deep in 
thought. She could still feel the familiar tingle in her hot, steaming 
pussy. Getting off with the vibrator just wasn't enough for her any more. 
Her demanding pussy twitched and tingled. She was going to have to get some 
better kind of satisfaction from somewhere! 

Lydia lit a cigarette and fried to think of something besides fucking. 
Nothing worked, though. Her pussy twitched and throbbed insistently. All she 
could think of was COCK, COCK and more COCK! 

When Lydia and George were first married, George had been proud of his sexy 
wife. He had even used to brag to his friends about how he had married a 
little, sexy nympho. He used to claim that Lydia never could get enough of 
his long, pulsing cock. Lately, though, his attitudes seemed to have 
changed. George just wasn't that interested in sex any more. He was more 
turned on with the idea of having a beer with friends than he was in going 
to bed with Lydia. Then, when he did get around to fucking her, it was quick 
and businesslike. Lydia knew that George just wasn't as interested in her 
lush body and her sexy charms as he used to be. The novelty seemed to have 
worn off for George. Lydia knew exactly how George felt, but that didn't 
stop her aching pussy from making demands for more and more fucking. 

Lydia knew that George was in a rough position. He didn't want her to find 
herself another lover, but he couldn't keep up with the demands she placed 
on his stiff prick, either. Lydia's demands for cock were making George a 
physical wreck. Two or three times a week were enough for George, but that 
didn't even begin to satisfy Lydia. 

Lydia knew all this, hut she couldn't stop the constant hunger in her hot, 
little pussy. If George couldn't satisfy her, she would just have to find 
someone who would! 

Lydia sipped her coffee and thought of ways to get cock. A fleeting smile 
passed over her face as she thought of seducing the TV repairman, or maybe 
even the grocery boy. Then the back doorbell rang. 

"Hi there, sexy," Betsy Dillon's cheerful voice greeted her. "My! You 
certainly look fierce this morning! What happened? Get up on the wrong side 
of the bed or something?" 

"Not exactly," Lydia replied. A blush spread over her pretty face. She 
decided she might just as well level with Betsy on what was bothering her. 
Maybe Betsy had some ideas. "I was just trying to figure out a way to jazz 
up old George so he'd fuck me properly," she answered, frying her best not 
to blush. 

Betsy giggled. Then she reached over and pinched Lydia's rounded ass-cheeks. 
"I'll bet you didn't get any cock last night," she teased. "George got so 
plastered at our house that he couldn't possibly have gotten it up, right?" 

Lydia blushed even deeper. "You're kind of right," she answered, pouring a 
cup of coffee for her friend. "George got it up, but he sure didn't keep it 
for long. Just enough to get me all hot and bothered and then he fizzled out 
on me. I sure wish George would flick me like he used to!" Lydia gazed 
piercingly at Betsy. "You don't seem very contented this morning either. How 
about you? Did Sam give you any fucking last night?" 

"Shit, NO!" Betsy replied, irritation showing in her voice. "Sam got drunk, 
too. All he managed to do was to pat me on the ass and start snoring. I 
don't know what we're going to do with those husbands of ours. Sam hasn't 
been interested in any fun and games for so long that I think he's forgotten 
what a cock is for!" 

Lydia giggled. "Well, George certainly can't remember what a pussy tastes 
like,, it's been so long since he got his tongue in one," she retorted. Then 
she clamped her hand over her mouth in embarrassment. "Oh, God! I didn't 
mean to say that!" 

Betsy merely laughed. Lydia was indeed ready for her brand of loving! 

"I think we'd better plan on another way to get our satisfaction," she said, 
squeezing Lydia's hand. "It's a pity, for two hot-blooded women like us to 
go neglected." 

Just then Marylou Wilson bounced into the kitchen. Marylou always bounced 
when she walked. She was a heavyset Southern belle and her lush body 
quivered and jiggled as she moved. 

"Sorry I'm late, girls," she said. She settled her quivering bulk into a 
chair. "What's that y'all say about bein' neglected?" she asked. "Sounds 
like Sam and George haven't been doin' enough fuckin' and suckin' to suit 
y'all." 

Lydia and Betsy looked at each other and then burst into laughter. Marylou 
never ceased to shock them with her off-color remarks, even though they 
should have gotten used to her by now. It was just that Marylou looked like 
a prim and proper Southern lady and it was hard to believe that she would 
say something like "fuckin'" or "suckin'" even to her most intimate friends. 

Marylou laughed at their shocked expressions. "Y'all just goin' to have to 
get used to me," she said, grinning wickedly. "Y'all know I say whatever's 
on my little ole mind!" 

Betsy recovered first. "You're right, Marylou," she admitted. "Sam and 
George just aren't interested in us any more and we're trying to figure out 
some way of getting what we need." 

Marylou laughed raucously. "I know just what y'all mean," she replied. 
"We've got a cock shortage. Henry hasn't given me a good fuckin' for weeks! 
And Henry's so fuckin' straight that I can't even whip out my little ole 
plastic vibrator to satisfy my hungry pussy. If Henry'd loosen up a little 
bit, we could work out somethin' but y'all know Henry! Mr. Straight Guy, 
himself!" 

"We could always go out to the singles bar and pick up a couple of studs," 
Lydia suggested, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "If our husbands won't flick 
us, I'll bet there are plenty of guys that will!" 

"No way!" Betsy argued vehemently. "We might get caught and I'm not about to 
give up my nice comfortable house and marriage for one night in the sack!" 

Betsy was just thinking about bringing up the possibility of other kinds of 
satisfaction, including, naturally, her own brand of woman-love, when 
Marylou jumped up so suddenly that she almost upset the chair. 

"I've got it!" Marylou screamed happily. "I've got the answer to all our 
problems! We can have a ball and still hang on to our precious little ole 
marriages. No one will ever know how y 'all get your jollies if y'all do 
exactly as I say!" 

Betsy and Lydia leaned forward eagerly. Marylou certainly had their full 
attention. If there was some way of having their cake and eating it, too, 
Betsy and Lydia were all for it! 

"Y'all know those weird kind of underground newspapers?" Marylou asked. 
"Well, we could answer one of those ads for guys to come out and fuck us. 
It'll be strictly business. What do y'all think of that?" 

Not more than an hour passed before the three horny women were again seated 
at Lydia's kitchen table, a copy of Shaft spread open before them. All three 
women scanned the classified ads eagerly and Betsy gasped. "Listen to this!" 
she remarked and began to read aloud: "LONELY? CALL KURT AT 828-7756. 

EXPERT AT FRENCH LOVE. SATISFACTION GUARANTEED! ALL REPLIES CONFIDENTIAL!" 

"Sounds good," Lydia commented, giggling in excitement. "What's French love, 
though?" 

Marylou almost fell of the chair with laughter. "French love? Why that's 
lickin' pussy, honey," she explained. "Don't tell me y'all didn't know 
that?" 

Lydia blushed, beet-red. It was easy to tell that she hadn't known what 
French love meant. Betsy gasped in excitement. 

"That really does sound perfect!" she remarked, feeling a warm flush spread 
over her face as well. 

Marylou managed to stop laughing long enough to sputter, "How about calling 
this Kurt right now? I'm sure hankerin' for some of that good ole French 
love!" 

"You try it first and let us know how everything turns out," Betsy 
suggested, a little quaver appearing in her voice. She was already getting 
nervous about calling a strange man and inviting him to come over and lick 
her pretty pink pussy. 

"Y'all got cold feet already?" Marylou questioned, eyeing her two friends. 
Betsy and Lydia blushed. 

"I'm a little nervous, too," Lydia answered her. "How do we know we won't 
get some kind of pervert or sex maniac or something?" 

"Shit! I never even thought of that!" Betsy added, her face falling into a 
disappointed expression. "What if this Kurt tries to get rough or 
something?" 

Marylou giggled again. "So I'm the only one with the guts to do it, huh?" 
she challenged. "Me y'all tellin' me that it's all up to little ole me?" 

Betsy and Lydia exchanged glances, looking a little embarrassed about their 
lack of courage. They nodded in agreement. Then Lydia's face lit up again. 

"I know what we can do!" she exclaimed in glee. "You call up Kurt, Marylou, 
and Betsy and I will hide in the closet and watch. Then, if the guy tries 
anything funny, we'll come out and help you get rid of him." 

"That's a good idea!" Betsy agreed. "Then, if everything is all Tight, we 
can get in on the act, too. How about it, Marylou? Will you try him out if 
you know that Lydia and I will be right there to back you up?" 

"Sure!" Marylou answered, grinning. "Maybe y'all will get so hot and 
bothered watching, that you'll get it on in the closet. We could save a lot 
of money that way!" 

Betsy blushed again. "I won't be silly, Marylou!" she answered a little too 
quickly, aware that another blush was spreading over her face. Sometimes it 
seemed as if Marylou could read her mind. 

Lydia and Betsy sat quietly while Marylou went to use the phone. They 
carefully avoided each other's eyes. Both women were nervous but they were 
tremendously excited as well. Betsy could scarcely keep her hands from 
dropping under the table to feel her moist, throbbing pussy. She knew that 
Lydia was probably having the same kinds of feelings but she didn't dare say 
anything yet. She was going to wait until Lydia was all turned on by 
watching Marylou and this guy with the French love and then she'd make her 
move! 

When Marylou came back to the kitchen, she was whooping in excitement. 
"He'll do it!" she hollered. "It's time for cock, girls! He sounds really 
neat over the phone and he says he's got a tongue that never gets tired. I'd 
better hurry and get my work done. He's goin' to meet me here at two!" 

Betsy and Lydia just sat there and stared at each other after Marylou left. 
"Do you really think she'll go through with it?" Betsy finally asked, not 
believing that such a kinky adventure was actually happening to them. 

"She sure sounds like it!" Lydia replied, shaking her head in wonder. "I 
wouldn't have the nerve to do it first. She's had to put up with Henry for 
all these years, though. He's a real stick in the mud! No wonder Marylou's 
ready for kicks!" 

Betsy got up to go. "I'd better check in at home," she said, starting out 
the door. "It sounds like we're going to have one hell of an afternoon!" 

"I just don't believe it," Lydia mumbled. 

She stacked the dirty coffee cups in the dishpan. Then her slim hand 
wandered down to her still-hungry pussy and rubbed gently at the hard, 
little nub of her throbbing clitty. 

"I don't know if I'll make it until this afternoon," she murmured, tweaking 
her little protruding love button with her thumb and finger. "I'm so horny 
right now, just thinking about it, that I'm almost ready to jump out of my 
skin!" 

 Chapter Three 

"Just act natural!" Betsy instructed as Lydia's doorbell rang. It was 
precisely two o'clock and Kurt was prompt. "Remember, we'll be right in the 
closet if you need us." 

Marylou held up her hand in a sign. "Just don't pant so loud that he hears 
you," she whispered, giving the girls a chance to rush to the bedroom and 
get settled in the partially open closet before she answered the door. 

When Marylou caught a glimpse of Kurt through the window, she gasped in 
pleasure. He was the most gorgeous hunk of man she had ever seen! He looked 
like a movie star, tall and rugged-looking. "I'm glad y'all declined bein' 
first!" she murmured under her breath and opened the door. 

"Marylou?" the tall, good-looking man asked as she opened the door. "I'm 
Kurt." He took in the lush curves of Marylou's body in one bold glance. "I 
certainly hope you're Marylou!" he said, grinning. 

"You bet your sweet ass I'm Marylou!" Marylou answered. "Come right on in! 
I'm certainly glad to see you. 

Kurt chuckled. "I don't usually get such beautiful clients," he commented, 
winking at Marylou who was giggling like a schoolgirl. "My rate is twenty a 
session," he said, dispensing with business immediately. "Of course, I don't 
charge anything at all if you aren't satisfied with me." 

Marylou threw back her head and laughed wildly. "I can't imagine anyone not 
being satisfied with you!" she replied, a lewd grin spreading over her face. 
"I'll bet y'all never had to give anyone's money back." 

Kurt laughed good-naturedly. "No," he answered, "not yet. But I guess 
there's always a first time. I don't think we'll have the problem, though, 
do you?" 

Marylou shook her head. She could already feel her pussy-juice flowing 
freely, soaking her hot, aching cunt. 

"We shouldn't have any problem at all if what you said over the phone is 
true," she retorted. "You said you had a highly educated tongue. Does that 
mean you like to eat hot pussy?" 

"You bet I. do!" Kurt replied, licking his lips suggestively. "Any 
particular place you prefer, or would you like it right here on the couch?" 

"Let's go in the bedroom where we can stretch out," Marylou suggested, 
knowing that Betsy and Lydia would die of frustration if she didn't get Kurt 
into the bedroom. 

She had to suppress a giggle at the very thought of double-crossing Betsy 
and Lydia. It would serve them right for being such chickens! They would 
murder her, though, if she let Kurt eat her out on the couch instead of the 
bedroom, where they were waiting breathlessly. 

Kurt followed her into the bedroom and watched while she shucked off her 
clothes. 

"You've got a nice bod," he commented, watching her bobbing titties with an 
expression of lust on his face. "Do you want me to get undressed or would 
you prefer that I just eat you this way?" 

"Oh, please take of f your clothes!" Marylou breathed, well-aware of the 
stares from the closet. "It turns me on to see a naked man lick and suck on 
my little ole pussy." 

Marylou held her breath as Kurt removed his body shirt, revealing a 
well-muscled, golden tanned chest, richly sprinkled with black, curly hairs. 

"Ooooh! Y'all have a body like a surfer!" she squealed, barely able to 
conceal her urge to reach out and touch his golden skin. "Let's see the rest 
of you!" 

Kurt quickly removed his pants and Marylou gasped audibly. She had never 
seen anyone as well-equipped as the stud standing in front of her! He was 
shaped like an athlete in prime condition, with wide, sturdy shoulders, the 
narrow hips of a boy, and well-muscled arms and legs. His skin had a golden 
glow and looked soft to the touch, but not babyishly soft. He looked like a 
young Adonis, lean and strong. Marylou licked, her lips and growled deep in 
her throat. Then her eyes dropped to his cock and her smile grew wider. It 
was readily apparent that his huge prick was eager to begin its delightful 
work. It was already standing at attention, swelling purple head lifted high 
from its curly nest of black hair. 

"God! You're beautiful!" she gasped, her mouth open in delight. 

He was the biggest, most perfectly built man she had ever seen in her entire 
life. She felt her hot, moist pussy gush forth flood after flood of 
cunt-cream just looking at him and imagining him kneeling in front of her 
little ole pussy, his tongue extended. 

At first, Marylou thought that he was fully aroused, but as she watched, his 
cock grew even harder, the purplish head rubbing up snugly against his 
belly, stretching his total length to unbelievable proportions. His prick 
was at least eight inches long and still growing! Marylou swallowed 
nervously. She wondered if he was only interested in cunt-lapping or whether 
he would consider plunging that beautiful, mammoth cock in her steaming 
pussy. She would certainly be willing to pay more if she could feel his 
giant tool in her hot little cunt! 

"Come here," Marylou whispered hoarsely, feeling her pussy twitch and cream 
as she thought of touching his beautiful body. She didn't know how much 
longer she could stand to just lie there and watch him without reaching out 
to touch his beautiful, massive prick. 

Betsy and Lydia were in absolute agony. They had a grandstand seat of the 
whole affair and both of them were so horny they didn't know what to do. 
They watched Kurt's hands guide Marylou into position and held their breaths 
as his handsome face slowly lowered to her quivering and throbbing pussy. 
The expression on Marylou's face made them even more excited. She spread her 
legs wide, giving Kurt complete access to her creamy, pink twat. Her eyes 
closed in delicious anticipation, but not before she gave a lewd wink at the 
partially open closet door. 

Lower and lower came Kurt's head. Marylou felt Kurt's hot breath on her 
pulsing, hot pussy and shuddered in delight. Lydia and Betsy shuddered, too, 
knowing full well what exquisite sensations Marylou must be feeling. Betsy 
slipped one eager hand to her twitching cunt, barely able to quiet her 
ragged, tortured breathing. She had never been so turned on in her whole 
life! She wished that she were the one on Lydia's big queen-sized bed. She 
wanted to feel Kurt's hot breath and educated tongue come closer and closer 
to her excited, moist pussy. 

Lydia was feeling exactly the same way. She wanted to be the one lying on 
her bed, waiting for the delights she knew Marylou was about to experience. 
Both Betsy and Lydia held their breaths, waiting for the slow descent of 
Kurt's rapacious mouth. 

Kurt seemed to be taking his time about actually touching Marylou's hot 
pussy with his long, flicking tongue. Obviously knew the value of getting 
her all worked up before his probing tongue worked its wonders on her 
throbbing, burning cunt-lips. Marylou quivered and moaned in anticipation, 
her wide, shimmering hips thrashing wildly on the bed. She raised her whole 
body up, balancing on her heels, trying in vain to hurry the slow descent of 
his face to her creamy, hot cunt. 

"Hurry!" she squealed. "Please, hurry! I'm so hot I can hardly stand it!" 
Eat my pussy! LICK MY WET, HOT CUNT!" 

Betsy and Lydia held their breaths in suspense. 

Their fingers worked frantically in their hot, burning pussies, pulling and 
tweaking their own hard, pulsing titties. Just watching Marylou's tortured 
expression and hearing her cries and moans of passion, were taking both of 
them to new heights of passion. 

Marylou was in delicious agony. She was so horny she thought she would 
surely die! "PLEEEEEASE!" she screamed hoarsely. "PLEEEEEASE EAT MEEE!" 

She could feel Kurt's eyes examining her throbbing hot pussy and her whole 
body trembled like a tree in a hurricane. Then slowly, Kurt dipped one 
finger into Marylou's delightfully warm cunt, running it lightly around the 
smooth outer walls, touching every place with swift, light touches, softer 
than velvet. 

"AAAGH!" Marylou groaned, instinctively pushing her hips upward towards 
Kurt's probing finger. "Do it harder, Kurt! HARDER!" 

Kurt touched her twat with more force, paying particular attention to 
Marylou's throbbing and pulsing clitty, which was poking out from the pearly 
pink folds of her inner labes. He could hardly wait to suck and lick that 
delicious little love bud with his hot, wet mouth and send Marylou up to the 
height of passion. Usually the women he serviced were old and ugly, but 
Marylou was definitely an exception to the rule. She was pretty and had a 
lush, ripe body. He didn't have to pretend to be turned on for her! Just the 
sight of those gently rounded legs and the smooth creamy whiteness of her 
inner thighs made his cock jump and pulse in lust. 

"Oooooh, you smell good!" Kurt exclaimed, catching the heady, musk-sweet 
smell of Marylou's dripping pussy and sniffing hard in appreciation. 

He lowered his mouth to Marylou's and kissed her long and hard on the lips. 
His tongue searched hungrily in her mouth and their naked bodies pressed 
tightly against each other. Then Marylou spread her legs widely and pushed 
Kurt's face down towards her flaming pussy. 

"EAT ME!" she screamed, not able to wait another second for the caresses his 
long, rough tongue would give her aching, wet cunt. 

Betsy and Lydia could see Marylou's cunt exposed lewdly. She raised one leg 
and spread out her bright-pink pussy with both hands, inviting Kurt eagerly. 
Betsy reached out and grabbed Lydia's quivering titties as she caught sight 
of Marylou's swollen red pussy-lips, the pulsing hole of her creaming pussy 
and the tight little puckered ring of her asshole. 

Lydia thrust forward eagerly, pressing her quivering jugs into Betsy's hot 
hands, too excited and horny to object to the bold caress. She didn't even 
seem to be aware that Betsy was rubbing and pulling on her nipples, covered 
only by the thin material of her blouse. She was too horny to care who 
touched her! A soft gasp of pleasure escaped her lips as Betsy pressed and 
rubbed her stiff nipples. Her eyes were glued to the scene before her and 
her pussy ached with a fierce desire. 

"Ooooooh, yessss," Marylou sighed. "Eat me all up, lover! Push your hot 
tongue in my cunt! 

HURRY!" 

Kurt began with her throbbing clit, knowing tat that sensitive Utile shaft 
of flesh was the most responsive spot on her body. He fingered the moist, 
hot lips of her emit and pulled them quickly apart, making the tiny 
cherry-colored love button stick straight up and beg for his attentions. He 
placed his long flat tongue on it and began to lick it, firmly tickling 
until Marylou groaned and tossed in excitement. He could tell that Marylou 
liked that better than anything. When he touched her tiny hot cut with the 
tip of his hot tongue, flicking wildly and circling it rapidly, fierce 
pleasure shot through Marylou's responsive body. Her cunt flamed into life, 
creaming and flooding helplessly. Marylou was a complete slave to his 
desire, her body writhing and begging for more and more of his delicious 
licking and sucking. Marylou had forgotten all about her two horny friends 
in the closet. She could think of nothing except the powerful waves 
radiating from her throbbing hot ditty. 

"Lick my ditty!" she whined. "Yessss do it to meeee! Lick me, taste my 
pussy." 

Kurt licked away in total abandon. He loved the smell of Marylou's musky, 
sweet pussy and the taste of her gushing twat-cream that flowed from her 
pulsing cunt-hole. He stuck his whole face in her pussy and rubbed it in her 
moist snatch, smearing his face in her juice. He fastened his lips around 
Marylou's stiff twitching love button and sucked the little bud until she 
squealed and bucked with pleasure. 

"I'm goin' to COME!" she screamed as she felt the familiar waves of pleasure 
sweep through her body. 

She was almost there, almost at the point of no return, the pinnacle of 
passion, when Kurt abruptly removed his sucking lips from her hot, pulsing 
cut with an audible smack. Marylou groaned in frustration and screamed 
incoherently for Kurt to keep on, but Kurt had other ideas. He knew that she 
would appreciate her orgasm all the more if he delayed for a few moments. 

Kurt released Marylou's ditty and flicked his wet tongue lower to explore 
the rest of her moist pussy. He knew what he was doing! He ran his tongue 
naughtily around the flooding ring of her pussy-hole, teasing her, just 
circling and rimming the delicate ring of pink, throbbing flesh. Marylou 
screamed hoarsely, helpless under his strong hands. He was firmly in control 
and she knew it! 

She whined lustily and curled her fingers in his hair, forcing his face 
clown into her wet, steamy pussy. Kurt jammed his tongue up her creaming 
cunt forcefully, as far as he possibly could. He swirled it around and 
around, touching a part of her that no tongue had ever reached before. 

"Oooooooh!" Marylou groaned as she felt his rough, long tongue enter her 
hot, pulsing cunt-hole. 

His thick stiff tongue dug deep into her burning depths, sawing deliciously 
in and out, around and around. She pressed his head harder and harder into 
her hot, flooding pussy, wanting every inch of his long hot tongue buried 
inside her creaming snatch. But just as she was about to some again, Kurt 
withdrew! 

Lydia gasped, feeling all the frustration that Marylou must be feeling. Her 
hand frigged frantically in her moist, hot twat and she thrust her splendid 
titties forward, jamming them up against Betsy's hands. Shudders and thrills 
ran though her body with agonizing Intensity. Lydia had never been so horny! 

Betsy grinned, ignoring the demands of her own pussy. She could wait. Lydia 
was so horny now that she didn't even think about the fact that Betsy's 
hands were on her trembling boobs. Soon, she wouldn't be thinking about 
anything, and then Betsy could do whatever she wanted. She trembled as she 
thought of sinking her hot tongue in Lydia's sweet pink snatch. Lydia was 
almost at the point of no return, Betsy could tell. Just a few moments more 
of watching Kurt and Marylou and Lydia would let her do anything she wanted! 

Kurt took a long shuddering breath. He usually didn't get so turned on by 
his clients, but Marylou was something else! He loved to lick her sweet, hot 
pussy and feel her whole lush body tremble beneath his probing caresses. He 
moved lower still. He decided to drive Marylou wild with passion and see 
what would happen! 

Kurt's long, hot tongue traveled lower and dove between the soft, white 
globes of Marylou 's quivering ass-cheeks. He spread her legs widely and 
forced her legs upward so the little rim of her puckered bung was clearly 
visible. Then he placed the wet hot tip of his tongue on the little tight 
ring of her asshole. 

"00000GB! What are you DOING?" Marylou gasped, squealing like a rutting 
animal in excitement. "EEEEEEE!" 

Kurt began to wiggle his slick tongue-tip right into her puckered little 
shitter, forcing his way into her virgin depths. He delved deeper into her 
tight, narrow passage, probing and twisting like a corkscrew, forcing 
Marylou to relax that tight ring of muscle to let him enter. 

Lydia gasped as she watched Kurt's long rough tongue probing in Marylou's 
asshole. She was so fascinated and so excited that she didn't even notice 
when Betsy slipped her hands under her thin blouse and grabbed two handfuls 
of her quivering titties to play with. 

"Ooooooh!" Lydia breathed softly, no longer aware of what was happening. Her 
lusty body had taken over her mind and anything was fine with her as long as 
it felt good! 

Marylou relaxed her tight ass muscles and let Kurt's probing tongue slip in, 
deeper and deeper until he had slid all the way into her tight little bung. 
His tongue felt like a hot, probing snake, buried all the way in her narrow 
asshole. Her body twisted and turned with the most wicked and exciting 
sensations she had ever felt! 

"Lick me!" she squealed. "Eat my ass! Oh, God, YESSSSSS! Feels so GOOQOQOD! 
OQOGOGH!" 

Kurt probed her hot twitching butt-hole with his long slick tongue, diving 
deeper and deeper in her steamy passage. Marylou howled and writhed below 
him, and hot cream gushed from her horny pussy, soaking his face with the 
sweet musky taste he loved. Kurt waited until she was just on the verge of 
coming, and then withdrew. Marylou groaned and thrashed wildly on the big 
bed. 

"DON'T STOP! OH, PLEEEEEASE! DON'T STOP!" she screamed, feeling tremors 
sweep through her tortured body. 

She lay there flushed and panting, her pretty face contorted with lust. She 
had to have cock! She needed Kurt's long, hard shaft in her wetly creaming 
pussy or she would surely die! 

"FUCK ME!" she screamed, not caring about anything except Kurt's long, hard 
prick, jutting out towards her. "FUCK THE HELL OUT OF MEEEE! GIVE ME COCK! 
PLEEEEEEASEL" 

Kurt was more than ready for some heavy fucking. The sight of Marylou's 
flushed face and trembling body made his long cock ache with desire and his 
swelling balls burn for release. Her hot excitement had fanned his horny 
eagerness into an uncontrollable fire of lust. He knelt between her legs and 
seized his erect, long cock, aiming the knobby, swollen tip right at the 
mouth of her pussy. With a whine of lust, he sank his throbbing shaft all 
the way into the incredibly hot, silky wet folds of her cunt. 

"AAAAGH!" Marylou screamed as she felt his mammoth cock enter her steamy, 
hot cunt. 

She arched her body to meet his deep thrust. She flung her legs up around 
his heaving, sweaty back and moved her hips in perfect time to his strokes. 
His thick hard cock probed deep into her trembling cunt, barging up against 
the spongy softness of her burning womb. 

"Ooooh! Ohhhhh! OOOOOHHH!" Marylou screamed as Kurt thrust wildly, poking 
and plunging into her hot pulsing cunt, driving her wild with lust. "Harder! 
HARDER!" she screamed as Kurt lunged into her steamy depths forcefully, 
almost driving her through the mattress with the fierceness of his plunges. 

Kurt bucked and plunged, oblivious of everything except Marylou's horny, hot 
pussy as he worked his shaft blissfully in her tight, nipping cunt. Marylou, 
in the midst of her pleasure heard a noise and opened her eyes to see a 
fearsome sight! There was George, Lydia's husband, glaring down at her from 
his position beside the bed! 

"GEORGE! My God! What are you doing here?" Marylou screamed, her eyes 
opening wide with fright. 

George glared for a long moment and then he laughed. "Well, it is my house!" 
he replied. "What are you doing here?" 

Kurt took advantage of the situation as George and Marylou stared at each 
other. With lightning motions he dressed and was out the door before either 
one of them even noticed. 

"Oh, George!" Marylou cried, embarrassed and frightened. "I didn't expect 
you to come home so early. I mean.. . Lydia let me use the house so I 
could...I mean I answered this ad and... Oh, shit!" 

Marylou gave up trying to explain and began crying softly. "You don't know 
what it's like, George. Henry never gives me any fuckin' any more. Most of 
the time I'm so horny I could die! And Henry's so strict that I couldn't go 
out and play around like the other wives. Answering that newspaper ad was my 
last hope. Please don't tell Henry, George. Y'all aren't goin' to tell him, 
are you? I promise I'll never do anything like this again!" 

Marylou sat up and covered her quivering tits with her hands as well as she 
could. Her hands were just too small to cover up all of her charms, though. 
Poor flustered Marylou didn't know whether to cover up her swelling pink 
titties or her fluffy beaver. 

George swallowed noisily as his eyes traveled up and down Marylou 's creamy 
lush body. He had been wishing he could get into Marylou's hot, sweet cunt 
for months now, and this seemed like the perfect chance. 

"Where's Lydia?" George muttered, glancing quickly around the house. 

"Oh, she went over to Betsy's so I could use the bedroom," Marylou answered 
quickly, hoping that George wouldn't open the closet door for any reason. 
"I'm supposed to give her a call when I want her to come back." 

"Well..." George said slowly, his mind working quickly, trying to turn this 
interesting and horny situation to his advantage. "I'll tell you what I'll 
do. Now you know that Henry's my friend and I certainly wouldn't want to see 
him upset by any of this as long as I can be sure that you won't do it 
again." 

"Oh! I promise I won't ever do it again!" Marylou cried, frying to look as 
innocent as possible. "Believe me, George. I'll be faithful to Henry for the 
rest of my life!" 

"That's easy to say, though, isn't it, Marylou," George replied, smiling 
wickedly at her. "After all, I won't be here to watch you all the time. 
What's to prevent you from sneaking off and finding a nice stud to fuck 
while I'm at work? I1'll have to have more of a promise than that!" 

"Anything, George!" Marylou promised eagerly. "Anything to convince you that 
I'm goin' to be a good girl from now on!" 

George laughed softly. "I'll tell you what, Marylou," he said, reaching out 
to grab hold of both of her hands. "I'll just give you a little spanking to 
remind you that you shouldn't be a bad girl any more. Then I'll be convinced 
that you won't do it again!" 

Marylou glanced towards the closet door, but there was nothing she could do 
now. Lydia certainly couldn't come out and help her, or George would know 
that his wife had been a part of the whole crazy scheme. She was trapped and 
George had her as his mercy. She lay on the bed trembling, waiting for 
George's first move, her eyes as frightened as a rabbit caught in a trap! 

Betsy and Lydia stood motionless in the closet. They were helpless, too, but 
Lydia was seething with a righteous anger. She didn't know for sure what 
George was up to, but she was willing to bet that he'd figure out some way 
to sink his long, hard prick in Marylou's wet pussy before the spanking was 
over! And there wasn't a thing she could do about it, except to watch, 
horrified as her husband flopped Marylou's unresisting body over on the bed! 

Betsy pressed her hands to her mouth, silently sympathizing with her friend. 
She reached out and grabbed Lydia's hand tightly and motioned with her 
finger towards her lips. 

"Quiet!" she whispered. "Don't say a word, no matter what happens! We'll 
figure out some way to get even with George when all this is over!" 

Lydia gazed open-mouthed at her husband's face. She had never seen George 
act this way before. George had certainly never spanked her! He had always 
acted perfectly normal with her. She had never seen the expression of 
fanatical lust she saw on his face now. 

Marylou glanced up at George and a frightened expression crossed her face. 
George had never been any more than the gentle neighbor and friend of her 
husband's before. Now he looked like some soft of evil monster, snorting 
over her. Marylou wondered, fleetingly, whether George acted like this when 
he was fucking Lydia, but she didn't have much time for thought. Her body 
was still turned on by Kurt's probing tongue and plunging cock. It was true 
that she was frightened of this new side of George that she was seeing, but 
she could feel her pussy getting slick with excitement nonetheless! 

Marylou's cunt was hot and pulsing, and she secretly hoped that George would 
bury his thick prick in her steamy warmth. There was a little seed of worry, 
deep down inside her head, but she pushed it out of her consciousness. She 
figured that, somehow, she could always manage to get the upper hand with a 
man! 

George relished the little flicker of fear he had seen on Marylou's face. He 
was going to spank her until she cried out for mercy and then he was going 
to stick his long, thick prick in her hot, little cunt. 

This was just like the daydreams he had of fucking Marylou. By the time he 
was through with her, she'd never dream of telling Lydia what had happened! 
Even if she should tell Lydia, he knew that his wife would never believe he 
had spanked Marylou. In all the years Lydia and he had been married, he had 
never so much as laid a hand on her. Spanking was totally out of character 
for him, as far as Lydia was concerned. George knew better, though. Spanking 
a lovely, curvaceous woman like Marylou had been his secret dream since he 
had first started dreaming of women's hot, pink pussies! 

"You're nothing but a slut, Marylou!" George spat out, getting into the 
swing of his role. "I'll bet you'd flick anything in pants, if you thought 
you could get away with it. You're always walking around, twitching your ass 
and jiggling those big titties of yours, driving the guys wild with your 
body. This time you're gonna know what happens when you mess around on good 
old Henry! I'm gonna spank you just as hard as Henry would if he knew about 
it!" 

George loved the frightened expression that appeared on Marylou's face. His 
eyes were glazed in anger and in passion. Marylou had been swinging her ass 
around the neighborhood for too long now. It was about time that someone 
taught her some respect, and he was just the man to do it! He'd show her! He 
was acting for Henry and he was calling all the shots! He grabbed Marylou by 
the quivering mounds of her luscious titties and squeezed until she cried 
out in pain. 

"Don't, George! You're hurting me! Stop! Please.. . STOP!" 

"So you wanted to be fucked, huh?" George bellowed out cruelly, twisting 
Marylou's trembling boobs until tears came to her large blue eyes and her 
red lips trembled with pain. "All right, hot pants! I'm gonna fuck your 
brains out! Next time you'll know better than to cheat on my friend Henry!" 

Lydia hung on to Betsy's hand with quiet shock. She couldn't believe the 
words she heard coming from George's lips. He had never talked like that 
before. It was like he was a different man! 

Marylou cried out in fear as George released her quivering boobs and grabbed 
for her hands. 

"Take it easy, George! Please!" she begged. 

Then she whimpered again in fear as George twisted her hands behind her back 
and pinned her to the mattress, jerking her over on her belly at the same 
time. Her sensitive nipples rubbed against the sheet, causing them to burn 
with the friction she made frying to twist and turn to get free. For a 
second she wondered what Lydia and Betsy were thinking watching her whole 
ordeal right there within feet of the bed, but she was really too frightened 
to consider them for long. Her titties throbbed from rubbing against the bed 
and George had both of her hands firmly grasped in one of his powerful 
fists. 

"It's time someone taught you a lesson, you little Southern slut!" George 
yelled. 

He brought one hand down heavily on her ass, holding her immobile with the 
other. The sharp crack of his slap rang out through the room, followed by 
the sound of Marylou's responding whimper. 

"George! I'm sorry I cheated on Henry! I'm sorry, George! Please don't! 
GEORGE!" 

She screamed as George's heavy hand came down on the quivering globes of her 
ass again and again. Her butt was bouncing up and down with each plunge of 
his hand and her creamy white ass-cheeks were already turning deep red with 
the torture of his punishing slaps. 

"Take this, you slut!" George shouted. "And this! And this! AND THIS!" 

His words were punctuated with stinging, painful slaps, which became harder 
and harder as George's anger and excitement grew more and more out of 
control. 

Betsy and Lydia couldn't keep their eyes off Marylou's gleaming white 
buttocks. They were bouncing and joggling from the blows George was 
administering. After the first few slaps they turned a purplish-red and both 
girls could tell that Marylou must be in absolute agony from the punishment 
George was meting out. Then they saw the long red welts that were beginning 
to form on Marylou's trembling ass-cheeks. Lydia squeezed Betsy's hand 
tightly, wishing that there were something they could do to stop George from 
his dreadful abuse of Marylou. She didn't dare reveal herself, though. All 
three girls were caught in the web of their own lies. They had to suffer in 
silence, watching Marylou take the punishment for all three of them! 

George noticed the welts that were forming on Marylou's perfect round 
globes. He knew that he must be hurting her dreadfully, but he didn't care! 
He had always wanted to possess a woman in this particular way and he wasn't 
about to let his conscience ruin his fun! He could feel the heat of her ass 
under his hand. Waves of heat radiated from her red, burning ass-cheeks and 
she quivered and twitched each time his hand landed on her sore, aching 
flesh. 

"Please, George! Stop! Stop! PLEEEEASE!" 

Marylou cried out, pleading for mercy, but George just kept spanking her 
harder and harder. 

He saw the imprint of his fingers cross and criss-cross in a pattern of 
pain. He watched her hips moving convulsively against the bed and a 
malicious grin spread over his intense face. He had waited a long time to 
get a woman in this position, and he intended to take advantage of it to the 
fullest extent! 

George stopped for a moment to rest, panting heavily. His ragged spasms 
reverberated through the room. Marylou was still writhing and thrashing 
against the mattress and George assumed that it was the pain in her cherry 
red ass-cheeks that kept her moving. Her hips moved wildly, rubbing and 
grinding against the sheets. Then George gasped in shock as he realized the 
real reason why she continued to move, even though his painful blows had 
ceased. 

"God DAMN!" he blurted out. His head reeled in shock! Marylou was actually 
turned on by his cruel treatment of her! She was moving her hard little cut 
against the bed in abandon and her face had an expression of depraved 
delight. George couldn't suppress the shudder of surprise that ran through 
him. Marylou wanted more of his punishing hand! 

Marylou was so turned on she could scarcely stand it. She didn't care what 
George thought. The spanking had turned her on like nothing had ever turned 
her on before! Her ass-cheeks felt like they were on fire. At first she had 
felt nothing but pain from George's spanking slaps, but soon the fire in her 
ass-cheeks had grown and' changed, moving lower and creating a warm, 
pleasant sensation in her tingling pussy. With every slap of George's 
punishing hand, her hot little clitty had moved against the mattress and now 
it was throbbing and burning with pent-up desires. Her whole body was 
blazing with lust and her cunt was creaming and pulsing in delight! 

George jerked her over on her back with a muttered cry. "So you like to be 
spanked, you slutty whore!" he yelled. "Well, let's see if you like this!" 
He slapped her tits, hard. 

"AAAAAAAGH!" Marylou screamed as he slapped first one tit and then the 
other. 

She felt the alternating bursts of fire tear through her body, leaving her 
titties warm and tingling. Her nipples were hard pebbles, jutting out from 
their quivering white mounds. They heaved and ached for more of George's 
stinging slaps. 

"MORE! GIVE ME MORE!" she screamed as George slapped faster and faster. 

Then his hand moved down, through a blaze of pain and perverse pleasure, to 
land directly on her creaming, flooding pussy! At his first contact with her 
throbbing ditty, she felt a flood of frothy cunt-cream soak her tortured, 
fiery cunt. Again and again his hand slammed down on her pulsing cut, until 
she felt herself about to come with the burning pleasure he was giving her. 

Abruptly George stopped. He stood up quickly and shrugged out of his shirt. 
Now was the time for him to bury his long, hard cock in Marylou 's formerly 
forbidden pussy. Somehow, just knowing that Marylou had been flicking 
another man when he walked in the door had made George desire her creamy 
cunt all the more. George wasn't thinking of his friend Henry flow. He was 
no longer interested in punishing Marylou for being unfaithful to Henry. His 
thoughts centered right in the middle of his groin where his long, thick 
cock pulsed and throbbed uncontrollably! 

Betsy gasped as she saw George reveal his long, thick rod. She wanted to 
think of something to do to comfort Lydia, but she was helpless. She 
couldn't even tell Lydia how she felt without risking their discovery. Both 
she and Lydia were stuck in the confining closet until George had his way 
with Marylou and left the room so they could escape. 

When Marylou saw the huge dimensions of George's cock, she felt a scalding 
rush of cream from her moist, throbbing cunt. She thought of how good it 
would feel to have his long) hard cock pushing into her swollen, flooding 
pussy. Then she thought of Lydia and Betsy in the closet and an expression 
of distress crossed her face. Lord knows she wanted George s long, stiff 
cock buried in her hot twat, but still there was the fact that George was 
Lydia's husband and. Lydia was right there in the closet, watching every 
move she made. Then Marylou thought of George's angry face when he had been 
spanking her and she made up her mind. There was nothing to do but to let 
George have his way with her! Trying to resist any further would be idiotic 
to say the least 

"Okay, slut! I'm gonna flick you till your eyes bug out!" George yelled. 

He positioned himself between her quivering thighs, his hard hips forcing 
her creamy thighs even wider apart. Marylou felt the hot, swollen head of 

George's stiff rod poking around in the steamy folds of her dripping cunt 
and she wiggled her own hips automatically. If George was going to fuck her, 
she might as well relax and enjoy it! 

"Hold still, bitch!" George commanded. 

Marylou panted in horny eagerness. She moaned as his knobby wet glans slid 
into the slick ring of her throbbing pussy-hole, and the lust feelings his 
long, hard dick created in her hungry, wet pussy drove all thoughts of Lydia 
and Betsy out of her mind. 

"OOOOOOOOH!" Marylou shrieked. "Yes! Yes!" 

She threw her arms around George's back and dug her nails into the firm skin 
of his sweaty back. She arched her hips to receive his mammoth prick, taking 
it in as deeply as she could. She felt gush after gush of her hot cunt-cream 
boil out, flooding around his rigid cock. 

"AAAAAAGH!" George groaned loudly as he felt his swollen stiff cock encased 
in her silky wet pussy. "You've got a hot cunt, baby," he groaned. "Hotter 
than Lydia's. So much hotter." 

Lydia had all she could do to restrain herself in the closet. George had no 
right to say anything like that! Her first impulse was to barrel out of the 
closet and scratch George's eyes out. Luckily Betsy kept a firm but 
comforting arm around Lydia's shoulder. Lydia wasn't about to forget an 
insult like that, though! Her eyes glittered and flashed in anger. She would 
figure out some way to get even with George if it was the last thing she 
did! 

It was lucky that George was unaware of Lydia's presence. If he had known 
the evil thoughts that Lydia was sending his way and the elaborate plans for 
getting even with him, he wouldn't have been able to enjoy his fuck with 
Marylou at all! But 

George was unaware. And enjoy was certainly what he was doing. He was busy 
relishing the feeling of Marylou's hot pussy. Slick, hot, tight, pulsing and 
clutching it was everything a pussy should be. 

"Hang on, you hot-cunted bitch!" George yelled. "I'm gonna flick your ears 
off!" 

Marylou hung on for dear life as George jabbed his cock deep in her creaming 
cunt. He drove into her with short, hard jabs, almost brutal in nature, that 
made sweet fiery friction all the way through her whole pussy. He fucked 
like a trip-hammer, going deep and hard and bouncing her creamy white ass on 
the mattress in time to his brutal strokes. His hard, full nut-sac slapped 
sharply against her ass, bringing back exciting memories of her punishment. 
The slurping and smacking sounds of their fucking filled the air and the 
sound excited Marylou beyond belief. 

George fucked her hard, practically knocking the breath out of her lungs, 
making the bed shake and the springs groan and creak loudly. 

"Do it hard, George!" Marylou squealed in total abandon. "Bang me! Slam your 
big cock in my pussy! HARD!" 

Marylou acted as if she couldn't get enough of that long, hard, slamming 
cock. 

George slammed into her pussy with even more force and she raised up to meet 
his thrusts. Her ass-cheeks were raised right up off the bed and her thighs 
were open so wide it looked like she was in danger of splitting wide open. 

"AAAAAGH!" Marylou squealed as George's thick, big cock-head butted right up 
against her soft womb. She felt herself spinning higher and higher toward a 
massive climax, her burning pussy boiling out gush after gush of steamy 
cream. 

George was almost at the point of no return. He slipped his strong sweaty 
hands under her hot, quivering ass-cheeks and pulled her towards him. Then 
he was in the perfect position to sink his hot, hard meat deep down in her 
burning wet cunt. His balls slapped like firecrackers against her trembling 
ass, and he panted so loudly that Marylou was almost afraid he'd have a 
stroke or something from exertion. George was still going strong, though. He 
was driving like a piledriver, hard and deep. He seemed inexhaustible. 

"UHH! UHH! UHH!" Marylou gasped. 

George was fucking with such force that he knocked the breath right out of 
her with every lunge. But she wanted him to flick hard. The harder he fucked 
her, the hotter and better the friction was between his thick, stiff cock 
and her horny, poking little clitty. She felt the first tremors of orgasm 
rip through her body. 

"AAAAAAAEI!" Marylou shrieked. "YESSSSSSS! Make me come! Deep! Hard! Yes, oh 
God, yessss! OOOOOOOH! YESSSSSSSSSS!" 

George held still, letting Marylou grind her burning pussy against his 
thick, hard cock. Marylou grimaced lustily as she came. Her blue eyes rolled 
wildly and her pink tongue darted out, licking and touching everything it 
could reach. Her whole body trembled in violent spasms and her pussy 
contracted, gripping George's hard cock like a vise, squeezing and tugging 
at his rod until he was forced to let go with blast after blast of hot, 
creamy jism, soaking her hot pussy again and again. 

Both Marylou and George collapsed for a moment when everything was over, and 
finally George got up almost apologetically and dressed. 

"I'm going over to the bar to get a drink," he said, not meeting her eyes. 

The minute the door closed behind him, Lydia and Betsy rushed from the 
closet. 

"Are you all right?" Betsy asked anxiously. "Are you hurt?" Lydia 
questioned. 

Marylou answered slowly. "Look ... 

Lydia... I'm sorry about all of this. I didn't really meant to..." She 
stopped, not knowing what to say. 

Lydia put her arm around Marylou's shoulder, patting her gently. "Don't 
worry about it," she comforted. It wasn't your fault at all. George is a 
real bastard to take advantage of you like that. We should figure out some 
way of making him pay for what he did!" 

"Good idea!" Betsy agreed. "Let's all go over to my house and we'll think of 
something! Good old George is going to have a surprise coming the next lime 
he tries something like this!" 

 Chapter Four 

Betsy and Lydia were in a quandary. Marylou had gone home to try to calm 
herself down before Henry came home and Betsy and Lydia were left facing the 
problem alone. Marylou hadn't been much help anyway. All she could do was to 
cry and say that she was sorry. Betsy was glad that she had gone home. Now 
she had Lydia all alone and her devious mind was working a million miles a 
minute, planning out her conquest of her sexy neighbor. 

"I think you'd better have a nice, tall drink," Betsy suggested and handed 
Lydia a tall Scotch and water, double-strong. "You've really had a rotten 
afternoon and you deserve to get a little drunk. Why, if I were you, I 
wouldn't go home at all! I'd just stay right over here and let that bastard 
George come Looking for me. Then I don't know if 

I'd go home with him or not!" 

Lydia giggled at Betsy's fierce expression. "It sure would serve him right!" 
she replied, taking a long pull at her drink and grimacing. "God, Betsy. 
What did you put in this drink? It tastes like straight Scotch!" 

"I figured you needled it," Betsy answered soothingly. "Just go ahead and 
get nice and relaxed. You need to forget all about everything that happened 
today. Here, let me freshen up that drink." 

By the time Lydia had downed three of Betsy's special drinks, she was 
feeling no pain at all. She was pretty happy as a matter of fact. Now the 
whole events of the terrible afternoon seemed like a joke and she was even 
able to giggle about George's escapades. 

"That son of a bitch is really weird, isn't he?" she asked, referring to her 
unfaithful husband. 

"Yes, I guess he is," Betsy replied, seeing her chance. "You know, if I. 
were you, I'd give him a taste of his own medicine!" 

"You mean I should fuck someone, right in front of him?" Lydia asked 
faintly. "I couldn't do that! George would kill me! You saw how he treated 
Marylou, didn't you?" 

Betsy laughed. "No, silly, I don it mean fuck someone and make sure he 
sees,' she replied. "I mean, you should go ahead and get some satisfaction 
for yourself and keep it a secret! At least you'd be happy then." 

"Yes, but I don't dare fuck anyone!" Lydia wailed. "I'd be too scared that 
George would find out. I don't dare even let him see me with another man!" 

"Fine!" Betsy replied. "Don't let him see you with another man. He's not 
jealous of me, is he?" 

"You?" Lydia questioned, gazing at Betsy in shock. "Why, no, of course not. 
But what do you have to do with my getting satisfaction?" 

Betsy took a deep breath. Now was the time to take the plunge. "I could 
satisfy you as well as any man!" she declared, slipping an arm around 
Lydia's shoulders. 'Why don't you let me try and you can make up your own 
mind?" 

"Oh, Betsy, I couldn't! I've never done anything like that before! I mean.. 
. I wouldn't know what to do or anything!" the flustered Lydia replied. 

A crimson blush spread over her pretty face at the thought of going to bed 
with another woman. Then she blushed even deeper when she realized that, 
while her mind was turned off by the prospect of making love with Betsy, her 
pussy certainly wasn't turned off! A gush of creamy pussy-juice flooded her 
cunt and Lydia felt a warm tingle radiate out from her pulsing ditty with 
the very thought of making it with Betsy. 

Betsy could sense Lydia's indecision. She decided to press her advantage. 
"Well, you don't have to make up your mind now," she said soothingly. "Why 
don't you just forget I said anything and try to relax? I'll even give you a 
little backrub to relax you if you want to take off your blouse and stretch 
out on my bed. There's nothing more relaxing than a nice long backrub to 
take all the tension out of those tight muscles of yours." 

"Oooooooh!" Lydia exclaimed happily. "There's nothing I'd like more than a 
good backrub." She let Betsy lead her into the master bedroom. 

"Just strip off those clothes and slip into this housecoat," Betsy 
instructed. "You don't want any tight clothing on to distract from the 
rubdown. I'll get the lotions and give you a rubdown just like they do in 
the massage parlors." Betsy left the room and Lydia quickly got into the 
silk dressing gown she had provided. It felt good on her skin, so light and 
thin that it felt like she was wearing nothing at all. 

Betsy came into the room carrying a vial of perfumed lotion. She couldn't 
suppress her smile of satisfaction when she saw that Lydia had put on the 
dressing gown. That was going to make her seduction so much easier! Betsy 
sat beside Lydia on the bed and poured out a small amount of the oil in her 
hands. 

"This is special strawberry body oil," she told Lydia. "Now just relax, 
Lydia. I'm sure you'll enjoy this," she said soothingly. "I promise not to 
do anything you won't like. Trust me!" 

Lydia relaxed as Betsy's expert fingers traveled lightly over her skin, 
creating waves of delicious sensation in her young, smooth body. Soon Lydia 
was floating on a cloud, deliciously relaxed, aware of nothing but Betsy's 
expertly stroking hands and fingers and the delicious sensations she was 
feeling. 

"OOOoooh, I love it! Your fingers know exactly what they're doing. Oooooooh, 
Betsy!" Lydia exclaimed in a low, sexy voice, almost driving Betsy out of 
her skin with pleasure at being so appreciated. Betsy smiled and continued 
to rub and stroke Lydia's smooth, supple body. She knew that Lydia was hers 
for the taking! 

Sam Dillon drove towards the small suburban development of Oakwood with 
sadness. A couple of years ago he would have loved to have gotten home 
early. Betsy would have been waiting for him with a martini and they would 
have probably ended up screwing right there on the living-room rug. Lately 
though, Sam wasn't getting much out of sex with Betsy. Oh, it was good, of 
course. 

Betsy was a great lay. Sam guessed he needed variety, though, or at least 
something different! Nothing was exciting any more. He knew exactly what 
Betsy liked and could judge her response in advance to anything that he 
might do in bed. He loved Betsy, but flicking her had just gotten to be old 
hat. 

Sam pulled up in front of the house, wishing that something exciting would 
happen, just once. Then he let himself into the house quietly, just in case 
Betsy should be sleeping. He didn't see her in the kitchen so he headed for 
the bedroom, tiptoeing quietly so as not to wake her if she was napping. 

Sam quietly opened the bedroom door a crack and gasped in shock as he caught 
sight of his wife Betsy, massaging Lydia's body. At first Sam was too 
shocked to do anything except stare at the scene before his eyes in 
astonished fascination. The more he watched, the more he decided that he 
should definitely not make his presence known. This little scene was just 
the excitement he had been craving! He could feel his limp cock stir in his 
pants and grow to outrageous proportions. He didn't know exactly what Betsy 
and Lydia were doing, but it was certainly turning him on! He rubbed his 
hard, long cock quietly and stared at the scene right in front of his eyes, 
sweat dripping from his forehead. 

Betsy rolled Lydia over on her back gently, noticing that Lydia didn't 
protest one bit. Lydia seemed perfectly content to let Betsy do anything she 
wanted to her. Betsy coated her hands with the sweet-smelling lotion and 
placed them on Lydia's beautiful, lush titties. Then she massaged and 
kneaded the delicate flesh with her palms and her fingertips. Lydia moaned 
in delight. Betsy's fingers felt like feathers, brushing over her hot, 
quivering titties with light, wonderful touches. 

"Oooooooh," she moaned again softly, moving her hips instinctively. 

She was lost in a dream of sensuous feeling. She wanted Betsy to go on and 
on, rubbing her whole body with the delicately scented cream, making her 
float in a delightful dream of titillating delights. 

Sam could scarcely contain himself. He had never seen anything that made him 
so horny! The afternoon sun shimmered and glinted on Lydia's beautiful body, 
bathing her in a warm golden glow. She looked almost like a goddess, she was 
so beautiful. Her expression was one of complete rapture. Sam longed to 
touch her golden body and have that delicate, peaceful expression on her 
pretty face turn to one of lust for him! He slipped his hand to his huge, 
protruding cock and silently unzipped his pants. He let his massive shaft 
burst free to throb and pulse in the warm, still afternoon air. He made up 
his mind to stay right there and not move a muscle, waiting for the girls to 
really get it on. If he knew Betsy, she had more in mind than just a 
backrub. He had heard some of those tales of that boarding school she had 
gone to and he knew that the girls learned a hell of a lot more than books 
there! He could hardly wait to see his beautiful wife in action. 

Betsy ran her smoothly stroking hands down Lydia's glistening body, rubbing 
and stroking gently. She massaged Lydia's waist and hips with flowing skill 
until Lydia was quivering and shaking with delight. 

"You're so beautiful!" Betsy whispered, letting her hands travel even lower. 
They were headed straight towards Lydia's fluffy golden beaver and 

Lydia caught her breath in suspense and anticipation. 

Oh, no! The hands had passed by her aching pussy! Lydia trembled with 
suppressed frustration. She wanted Betsy's hands on her pussy, twining in 
and out of her golden muff, touching her most private parts with those same 
light, fleeting touches that she loved so well. 

Betsy knew just what she was doing. She passed Lydia's waiting cunt 
purposefully, without touching, concentrating on every part of Lydia's body 
except her quivering cunt-mound. She heard Lydia gasp as her hands slid to 
her thighs, missing completely that one part of her body that ached for her 
light, provocative touch. Lydia's pussy felt like it was burning up! She 
could scarcely stand it. She knew now that she wanted Betsy's gentle, 
skillful fingers on her pretty, moist cunt, too! 

Sam watched with undivided attention. He knew exactly what Betsy was doing 
now. He had done it many times himself, seducing women he had slept with. 
Betsy was purposely avoiding any real sexual caress, heightening the 
sensation8 in Lydia's throbbing cunt, making her body beg for touches on her 
beautiful pussy, driving Lydia out of her mind with lustful desires! He 
gripped his long, aching cock tightly and watched with horny eagerness. 

Lydia swallowed with difficulty. She was so horny she could hardly stand it. 
She wanted Betsy's hands on her pussy so badly, she didn't know if she could 
stand it another moment without screaming in agony. Surely Betsy could read 
her mind and she wouldn't have to say the words that would cause her so much 
embarrassment! 

Betsy knew what sort of quandary Lydia was going through. She wasn't about 
to make it easier for her horny neighbor, though. If Lydia wanted her to 
touch her golden beaver, she was going to have to ask for it! Betsy gave a 
small, secret smile of satisfaction as she continued to stroke and pet 
Lydia's body. She knew full well what was going on in her friend's mind and 
in her body. She let Lydia build up to the point of no return, waiting 
patiently for the words that would let her do what she wanted to do to 
Lydia's lovely body! 

Finally Lydia reached the pinnacle of passion. She had to be touched! If 
Betsy didn't touch her hot, throbbing pussy, she would surely die of 
frustration! Her pussy demanded the same kind of attention that Betsy was 
giving to the rest of her quivering body. She felt her sweet cunt swell and 
throb, begging for release. 

"Please!" she cried softly. "I've never felt like this in my whole life! 
Please! Touch me there, Betsy. I just can't stand it if you don't. Touch my 
pussy! PLEASE!" 

Lydia was completely out of her mind with the lustful feelings that Betsy 
had created with her well-trained hands and gentle sweeping touches. 

"PLEASE!" she shouted again, and gasped with delight as she felt Betsy's 
hands move up, closer and closer to her throbbing, pulsing pussy. 

Moving with a sureness born of many such encounters, Betsy reached her goal 
and parted Lydia's moist pink cunt-lips, not hiding her gasp of delight as 
she saw Lydia's cunt spread out before her eager eyes! Lydia's pussy was 
covered with frothy white pussy-juice and the smooth, satiny pussy muscles 
were moving rhythmically, begging for her expert touches. 

Betsy stared with fascination at Lydia's pretty pink pussy. She examined her 
lusty friend's cunt with her eyes only, not yet touching her horny flesh. 

Lydia could feel gush after gush of creamy pussy-juice flood her tight, 
crimson cunt, and her whole body trembled in anticipation. Then, slowly, 
Betsy dipped one slim finger into Lydia's delightfully hot pussy, running it 
lightly around the smooth outer walls. She touched every place with swift, 
light touches, softer than rose petals on Lydia's hot, lusty flesh. 

"AAAAAGH!" Lydia groaned. She pushed her hips upward towards Betsy's 
stroking fingers. "Touch me harder, Betsy! Please! HARDER!" she squealed. 

She certainly wasn't shy about asking for what she wanted now! She had 
discovered the horny wonders of hot woman-love and she was going to enjoy 
them to the fullest degree! 

Betsy eagerly complied with Lydia's request. She touched the quivering girl 
harder and harder, paying particular attention to Lydia's throbbing and 
pulsing ditty, poking out randily before her excited eyes. She could hardly 
wait to lick and suck that delicious little love button into her hot, wet 
mouth. She knew that she could send Lydia up to the heights of passion. 

Sam couldn't believe his eyes! There was his wife, touching Lydia's pretty 
pussy and he was afforded the chance to see every bit of it, right in a 
ringside seat! He felt his hard cock jerk and throb uncontrollably, begging 
and pleading for some kind of release. He grabbed his jerking tool and held 
it tightly, hoping that Betsy's head would lower and he would be allowed to 
see her wet, hot tongue tasting and licking Lydia's beautiful tight pussy. 
He held his breath as Betsy moved her head towards Lydia's throbbing and 
pulsing cunt. 

Sam was not to be disappointed! Betsy's head came lower and lower towards 
Lydia's burning slit, until her warm lips and tongue were only inches away 
from Lydia's hot, pink gash. 

"OOOOOOH!" Lydia squealed, knowing exactly what Betsy was intending to do, 
and wanting to hasten the arrival of her hot tongue on that sensitive little 
bump of love flesh so eager for her attention. 

"Ooooh!" Lydia moaned again, her voice low and husky. She pushed her hips 
upward towards Betsy's descending face. Then Betsy's eager tongue was in her 
wet, hot pussy! It licked the smooth walls of her hot cunt until they were 
clean and squeaky. Betsy licked and traveled all around Lydia's burning, not 
twat, slurping and savoring the taste of her excitement. 

"Ooooooh! You taste so good!" Betsy murmured, rubbing her whole face in 
Lydia's creaming snatch. 

Lydia could feel her excitement mounting higher and higher with each lick of 
Betsy's devouring tongue. Her whole body was sent quivering and she raised 
her hips up off the bed, rising towards Betsy's delightful probing tongue. 

Finally, when the length of Lydia's pussy was licked dry with her hot 
tongue, Betsy moved her attention higher. She headed straight towards the 
protruding pink bud of Lydia's throbbing clit, running her tongue around in 
ever-widening circles, almost touching her pulsing ditty, but not quite! 

Lydia moved her hips frantically, trying to capture Betsy's delightful 
tongue with her motions. She thrust her ditty towards Betsy's tongue, trying 
in vain to force Betsy to touch her in that one, heavenly, sensitive spot 
aching for her lovely caresses. 

"AAAAAAAAGH!" Lydia squealed, her hips thrashing against the mattress. Her 
eyes were wide with lusty passion. "SUCK ME!" Lydia screamed loudly. 
"PLEEEEEEEASE! SUCK MEEEEEEE!" 

Betsy leaned back, staring hard at Lydia's expression of lusty passion. 
Lydia was definitely ready! She was totally out of her mind with lust! She 
trembled like a dandelion in a summer wind, hips thrashing and ass-cheeks 
scraping against the bed with wild abandon. She could hardly wait for the 
delightful descent of Betsy's hot, probing tongue. Betsy smiled lewdly at 
her beautiful neighbor, spread out before her. Lydia was totally willing to 
obey her every command if only she would lick and suck her throbbing little 
ditty. If only George could see Lydia now! Betsy bet that George had never 
gotten Lydia this horny! 

Suddenly, Betsy's mouth came down, plunging forward. She buried her lips 
around Lydia's prominent clitty which was standing straight up, begging for 
her attention. 

"OH, GOD!" Lydia screamed as Betsy's tongue darted across her inflamed 
clitty. "OH, GOD! DON'T STOP! PLEEEEEEASE!" 

Lydia pushed her pretty cunt upward again into Betsy's willing face. Her 
legs were trembling so hard it seemed as if an earthquake were shaking her 
whole body. She muttered little inaudible sounds as Betsy licked and sucked 
at her pulsing love bud. She could feel her cunt-cream flowing freely, 
filling her hot, burning pussy with the creamy white fluids of her passion. 
She strained upward even farther, grinding her whole pussy against Betsy's 
face, seeking Betsy's delightful mouth and probing tongue with her burning, 
hard cut. 

Betsy brushed Lydia's near-exploding ditty with her teeth, nipping at the 
sensitive bud sharply. Just a touch of her teeth brought forth another 
squeal of passion from Lydia and another flood of pussy-cream. Then Betsy 
sucked Lydia's little love bud into the furnace of her mouth, rubbing and 
licking it with her tongue and teeth. She squeezed down gently with her wet, 
hot lips and rolled it around like a pretty, little marble. 

"AAAAAAGH!" Lydia squealed. "OH, BETSY! DON'T STOP! OOOOOOOOH!" 

Betsy felt Lydia begin to shudder with rhythmic contractions. Lydia's hands 
were in her hair, winding in and out of the long strands, pulling at it like 
it was a rope, forcing Betsy downward, downward into her steaming depths. 
Downward to almost down in the delightful-tasting cream of her steaming, 
burning pussy! 

Suddenly Sam couldn't stand to just watch any more. His cock lunged upward 
with a fierce jerk and he rose desperately to his feet, groaning with 
passion. He didn't care about remaining hidden any longer! He didn't care 
about watching to see what would happen between his wife and his beautiful 
neighbor, Lydia! All he cared about was his hard, aching cock and being able 
to bury it in one or both of the beautiful pussies he saw before him! He 
pushed open the bedroom door and let out a bellow like a bull moose. 

Lydia and Betsy stopped dead. Their heads turned. Theft mouths dropped open 
and expressions of surprised fear crossed their pretty faces. Then Betsy 
started laughing. 

"Sam!" she chuckled, trying to catch her breath. "You really scared the shit 
out of me! I thought maybe it was George! What are you doing home so early?" 

Lydia gazed at her friend in surprise. "Betsy!" she whispered. "What shall 
we do? Isn't he mad?" 

Betsy Laughed all the harder. "Come on, Lydia! He doesn't look mad, does he? 
The only thing Sam looks is turned on, and I can't say I blame him! How long 
have you been standing out there watching, Sam?" 

Sam grinned. "Long enough to know I want to get in on the action!" he 
retorted, reaching out to pinch Betsy's nipple. "How about it, honey? 
Couldn't you two ladies use a little cock to spice things up? I'm sure I 
could contribute something to this little scene!" 

Betsy took one look at the huge bulge poking out of the front of her 
husband's pants and gasped in delight. "00000000W Look at that COCK!" she 
gasped, turning to Lydia with a pleased expression on her face. "Would you 
like it, or shall I?" 

Lydia laughed merrily. "Be my guest," she replied, beginning to relax about 
the whole thing. "I'm still nervous about this afternoon. I don't want to 
take the chance of fucking anyone after what happened to Marylou!" 

Sam looked at Lydia and then at Betsy. "What happened anyway?" he asked 
curiously. 

"We'll tell you later," Betsy replied finally. "Right now I think all of us 
have other things on our minds!" 

Sam smiled lewdly. "Well, it's all up to you two girls," he remarked. "I'll 
do whatever you want me to as long as I get some good, hot pussy!" 

Betsy grinned at him happily. "Lydia doesn't want to make it with you right 
now, Sam, but I don't think she'd object if you licked her pretty pink pussy 
a little." 

Sam grinned happily. Whatever turned the girls on was fine with him! He 
noticed that Betsy didn't put any sort of restrictions on her own sexual 
preferences for the afternoon. His hard cock jerked and throbbed as he 
thought of sticking his mammoth shaft in his wife's tight hot pussy and 
licking Lydia's cunt as well. How lucky could one man get? 

Betsy got up from her position on the bed and pulled Sam down to join her. 
She rubbed her fingers over his completely hard cock and licked her lips 
eagerly. 

"Come on and fuck me, honey," she invited, and unzipped his pants, setting 
his huge hard cock free. 

Sam moaned in pleasure. He didn't need any words to understand what his hot, 
horny wife wanted. Before, when he had just watched Betsy and Lydia get it 
on, his swelling cock had almost burst with stored-up cock-cream! Now the 
pressure in his balls was almost unbearable. Sam grabbed Betsy's head and 
forced her to kneel in front of his huge erection. 

"SUCK MY COCK!" he demanded, pushing her head down lower and lower, until 
her head and lips were almost touching his purplish cock-head. 

Betsy giggled homily. She didn't need a second invitation to suck something 
as tasty as her husband's giant, rock-hard cock! She rammed her head down on 
his long, pulsing prick and took the whole shaft into her mouth with 'one 
hungry gulp! 

Sam's eyes rolled back into his head at the first touch of her hot, wet lips 
on his rigid, aching barrel. Her hot, smooth tongue flicked out of her lips 
and licked the length of his hard shaft. It snaked around in circles, 
revolving around the very tip of his dick. Then her naughty little pink 
tongue reamed in his juicy piss-hole, lapping out the drop of cock-cream 
that hung suspended at the end of his shiny cock-head. 

He reached out and grasped her shimmering ass in his hands and brought his 
hips forward even farther, ramming his hard, long cock up to the balls in 
her wet, burning mouth, almost gagging her with the ferocity of his thrust. 
He wanted to be buried up to the hilt in her smooth, sucking, hot mouth! 

Betsy opened her mouth even wider and sucked harder and harder, trying to 
get every inch of Sam's delicious tasting, giant cock. She just couldn't get 
enough of the heady, salty taste of his cream. She wanted him to ram his 
beautiful cock all the way down her throat and then some, filling her up 
completely with his delicious cock! 

Sam looked quickly at Lydia, who was sitting on the bed, right next to him, 
eagerly watching Betsy suck his long, hard prick. One frantic hand had 
slipped to her wet, hot pussy and she was finger-fucking herself rapidly, 
obviously turned on by the scene before her big, blue eyes. Sam caught his 
breath and tried to tell Lydia not to worry. He would take care of her, 
too-but Betsy recaptured his attention! 

She had begun to literally devour his dick as if she were a starving baby, 
sucking and mouthing his hard cock with smooth pulling motions, making his 
throbbing nuts pulse and ache with desire. He reached down and found her 
pulsing cunt. He wanted to feel the warm wetness of her excitement on his 
fingers. 

She was flooding! Pools of hot, creamy pussy-juice flowed over his roughly 
grasping fingers and ran down his arm in rivulets! Betsy was really ready to 
be flicked and Sam could hardly wait to sink his pulsing cock into her 
burning, flooding pussy! 

"ENOUGH!" Sam shouted as he shoved Betsy's sucking mouth away from his hard, 
almost exploding cock with a violent motion. 

He wasn't ready to come yet. There was a lot more fucking he wanted to do! 
He pushed her backward to the bed, quickly positioning himself on top of her 
lush, quivering body. Then he plunged his hard, massive shaft into her 
steamy hot pussy. He felt the flood of creamy pussy-juice welcome him into 
her starving cunt. 

He lunged away in complete bliss. He pumped and plunged into her quivering, 
grasping cunt. He felt her warm, trembling body shiver and shake with 
passion beneath him. Her beautiful smooth ass-cheeks glimmered arid quivered 
in the light. 

Sam rolled her quickly over on top of him so that she was planted firmly 
right on top of his throbbing, bucking cock. He wanted her to ride him like 
a bucking bronco and he was ready to give her the roughest and most 
enjoyable ride she had ever had! 

Lydia watched Betsy and Sam with horny interest. Her slim hand was buried 
inside her own steaming pussy, and she grasped the hard nub of her throbbing 
clitty, rubbing the tip lightly between her fingers. She pinched lightly and 
pulled gently on the sensitive Love bud until she felt her cunt-juice 
flowing like a river. It gushed from her steaming cunt and dripped to the 
bed below. She was so horny she could scarcely control herself. The sight of 
Betsy riding ecstatically and noisily on Sam's stiff, huge cock did nothing 
to lessen her excitement. She wished that she were the one on top of Sam! 
Then she remembered Betsy telling Sam that he could lick her pussy. She felt 
like jumping right into the scene herself, but she was a little nervous. She 
decided to get Betsy's attention and let Betsy initiate the action! 

Lydia watched Betsy's beautiful, bobbing titties shimmer in the light, and 
she had an idea. She knew the perfect way to get Betsy's attention without 
taking her away from the pleasures of her flick. Her bobbing titties were 
just begging to be sucked and licked! Lydia would do just that! 

She crawled closer to the couple entwined on the bed. Sam and Betsy were 
squealing and panting with passion. She reached out boldly and placed both 
of her hands squarely on Betsy's bouncing titties, squeezing firmly and 
tugging gently. 

Betsy opened her eyes and saw the unmistakable look on Lydia's face. 

"Come on, Lydia," she giggled. "There's always room for more! Why don't you 
sit on Sam's face and let him lick your pretty pussy? You can play with my 
boobs at the same time!" 

Lydia shuddered with excitement. She had never been in a three-way thing 
before, but now was no time to be doubtful. She was too horny to be too 
concerned about proprieties. She had to find someone to bring her off and 
she didn't care who it was! 

"You'd like to suck Lydia's pussy, wouldn't you, Sam?" Betsy asked, knowing 
what her horny husband's answer would be. 

Sam just opened his mouth and smiled up at Lydia, sticking his tongue out 
teasingly and wiggling it around to show her that he was in definite favor 
of Betsy's suggestion. He reached out with strong arms and guided Lydia's 
trembling ass to his face. 

Lydia trembled and quivered in passion as she squatted squarely over Sam's 
face. She slowly lowered her creamy pink pussy to his hot mouth and 
protruding tongue. Just as his long, rough tongue dove into her open, creamy 
cunt, she grabbed Betsy's bouncing titties again and squeezed. Betsy's hard, 
long nipples stood straight out and winked at her. 

Betsy let out a gasp of appreciation and delight. She leaned forward 
slightly and gave Lydia full access to her large, firm jugs. Every time that 
Betsy raised and lowered herself on Sam's huge cock, Lydia's fingers twisted 
and pulled at her throbbing nipples, sending Betsy higher and higher in a 
cloud of lust and delight! Then Sam started working in earnest on Lydia's 
hot, pulsing cunt. 

"OOOOOOOH!" Lydia screamed as Sam's hot, rough tongue shot out, licking all 
over the smooth, hot surface of her slick pussy-lips. 

Sam's eager tongue traveled around and around, exploring and probing in 
Lydia's throbbing pussy, licking her smooth cunt-walls clean and finally 
discovering the ring of her tiny pussy-hole and running around the rim in 
lightning quick motions and flicks. 

"AAAAAAGH!" Lydia squealed, hardly able to bear the delicious sensations 
that swept through her body. 

She clamped down hard on Betsy's nipples with her fingers, pinching and 
tweaking them with abandon. Sam's tongue probed deeper and deeper, shoving 
in her tight pussy-hole as far as he could go, twisting and turning inside 
her tasty twat. Lydia shuddered and quivered, almost losing her balance on 
Sam's mouth, but his strong arms held her in place firmly, and his tongue 
never missed a stroke in her hot, burning slit. 

Sam moved higher and higher until he came to the protruding bud of her hard, 
little clitty, flicking lightly across the tip and covering the whole love 
bud with the flat of his hot tongue. Then he applied a gentle but persistent 
pressure. 

"AAAAAAGH!" Lydia screamed again and again as his tongue lapped and smoothed 
over her pulsing slit, driving her absolutely wild with stored-up desires! 

Then Sam sucked Lydia's throbbing ditty all the way into his mouth, biting 
down sharply with his teeth in little nipping bites which drove her even 
further into the pool of lust. 

"AAAAAAGH!" Lydia squealed incoherently, not believing that she could be 
experiencing such joy. "EAT MEEEE!" she screamed again and again. "DON'T 
STOP! BITE MY CLITTY! EAT ME ALL UP!" 

Sam rolled Lydia's stiff, little ditty around with his tongue, sucking and 
biting in glee. He played with her love bud the way that a cat plays with a 
mouse, sneaking up on it and biting when she least expected it, driving her 
out of her head with passion. He could feel her mounting excitement flood 
after flood of her creamy cunt-juice filled his mouth and rolled down his 
chin. The exciting sweet taste of her pussy-juice was driving him wild, and 
Betsy's pumping motion on his throbbing cock was giving him double pleasure! 
He could feel Betsy's sucking pussy grab his dick with millions of grasping 
little fingers, squeezing his hard, pulsing shaft, pleading with him to fill 
her eager cunt with his hot, juicy cock-cream. 

Sam licked Lydia's hot, pulsing pussy desperately, feeling her shudder and 
shake with passion. She was making little grabbing noises of pleasure that 
excited him even further. He didn't know how much longer he could hold out. 
This was the most exciting fuck he had ever had! 

Lydia gasped as she felt Betsy's hands reach out and grasp her firm titties, 
twisting and turning them, almost as if she were trying to pull them right 
off her chest. Betsy plucked and pinched as if she were picking cherries off 
a tree, sending delicious shivers of pleasure through Lydia's body. 

Betsy plunged away even faster on Sam's hard cock, thrusting her hot., 
steaming pussy down on his hard prick with incredible force and bouncing up 
with the same momentum, creating sucking noises that came directly from her 
frothy, sucking pussy. 

Lydia twisted and turned on Sam's face, feeling the forceful sucking action 
of his mouth and lips. The harder Betsy bounced the harder Sam sucked and 
Lydia was almost out of her mind with lust. It felt like Sam was frying to 
pull her ditty right out of her hot, steaming pussy with the suction of his 
mouth. 

"000000W" she screamed as Sam clamped down tightly on her hard ditty with 
his lips, imprisoning her little bud with his hot, firm lips. She was stuck 
fast to his face, firmly anchored his tightly clamped lips, at the mercy of 
his probing, prodding tongue. 

Sam flicked Lydia's little hard love bud with his tongue, licking back and 
forth like a snake, feeling her ditty throb and swell in his burning mouth. 
Her pulsing ditty grew even longer at the intrusions of his hot, rough 
tongue, extending out to its full excited length, quivering and pulsing in 
passion. 

Then Lydia felt another sensation run rampant through her shaking and 
shivering body. Betsy leaned forward and ran her tongue around her nipple, 
nipping sharply at the tip, teasing and probing with her tongue in the way 
Lydia loved best. 

"OOOOHHHH!" Lydia gasped, not believing the delicious sensations that went 
rippling through her excited body. 

"BITE IT! PLEASE! BITE MY NIPPLE!" 

Betsy bit down 'with relish, chewing and pinching with her lips and teeth. 
She worried Lydia's little knob like a dog worries a bone. This sent Lydia 
into the very center of a blaze of passion, twirling her away with delight. 
Then, suddenly, Sam released his hold on her throbbing ditty! 

"NOOOOOO!" Lydia screamed, grinding her flooding pussy into his face. "DON'T 
STOP!" she screamed in frustrated agony. "I'M ALMOST THERE! DON'T STOP! 
PLEEEEEASE!" 

Sam had no intention of stopping! He just wanted to give the rest of Lydia's 
gushing pussy the same attention he had been giving her rock-hard little 
cut! Slowly, he ran his hard, rough tongue over the walls of Lydia's 
creaming pussy, feeling the excited woman tremble above him. He could hear 
Betsy groaning and he tried not to get carried away by the clenching and 
slamming of her hot little pussy on his hard, throbbing cock. He had to hold 
out until Lydia had a chance to come. It was a matter of honor! 

Lydia felt as if her whole pussy were on fire. Sam's tongue sent little 
darting tongues of flame through her body, making her shudder and cry out in 
pleasure and torment. His long tongue was at the entrance to her pussy-hole 
now and she let out a scream of pure delight as he pushed inside. Then he 
started to turn and twist like a corkscrew, inching his way completely 
inside of her hole. He wiggled back and forth as much as her tight, little 
pussy would allow, pumping his tongue inside her twat like a miniature cock. 

Lydia clamped her pussy muscles tightly around Sam's tongue, trying to keep 
him deep inside of ha. She loved the feeling of being possessed by such a 
delightfully naughty tongue! She could feel her pussy clutching and gripping 
him with rippling motions, imprisoning his raspy tongue in her steaming 
snatch. 

Suddenly she felt Betsy bite down again on her nipple. Sharp little nips of 
pleasure jerked and rippled through her, sending her to the very peak of 
desire. Then she began to come, riding wave after wave of intense pleasure, 
taking her higher and higher and higher until she reached the pinnacle of 
delight. With a cry of ecstasy she was flying off the edge of pleasure and 
floating gently down, sending burst after burst of frothy white cunt-cream 
down Sam's delighted throat! 

She felt Sam tense and she heard Betsy gasp in pleasure. Sam started to 
explode inside of Betsy's pulsing pussy, his whole body shaking beneath 
Lydia in the convulsions of pleasure as he groaned and screamed against her 
still-throbbing pussy. 

Lydia watched Betsy closely. Betsy's face was a mask of complete lust! Her 
head was thrown back in excitement and her eyes were blind with passion. 
Then her whole body started to shake with the tremors of a massive orgasm. 
Lydia felt like she was sitting on top of an earthquake. Both Sam and Betsy 
were shuddering with passion as burst after burst of pleasure shook their 
bodies! 

A few minutes later Betsy, Sam and Lydia were lying relaxed on the big 
king-sized bed. 

"Now what was all this about a rough afternoon?" Sam asked Lydia. 

"Oh . . . it's a really long story. I guess you'd better ask Betsy ..." 
Lydia faltered, not knowing just how much of the story Betsy wanted her 
husband to know. 

She listened while Betsy game Sam a quick run-down of the afternoon, leaving 
out nothing. 

"So you see," Betsy concluded, "poor Marylou was just trying to get some 
satisfaction and then 

George had to go and ruin it all!" 

"You say that Marylou is afraid to ask Henry for a piece of ass because he's 
such an old stick in the mud?" Sam asked, an amused expression crossing his 
handsome face. 

"Well, you know that!" Lydia answered quickly. "Look at how old Henry never 
even takes a drink when we have our backyard barbecues. He's just a 
fuddy-duddy!" 

"I'm not so sure about that," Sam answered her, grinning widely. "I'll tell 
you what, girls. I'll have a little talk with Henry tomorrow and see exactly 
how fuddy-duddy he really is. Then we can figure out something so Marylou 
doesn't get in this kind of a bind again. Now, what do you want to do about 
George?" he asked, turning to Lydia. 

"Oh, I don't know!" she wailed. "I'm not really that mad, but I sure would 
like to teach him a lesson! I don't want him running around spanking and 
fucking all the wives in the neighborhood!" 

"Well, let me sound out Henry tomorrow and then we'll see what we can do to 
teach George a lesson," Sam concluded. "Right now, I'm going down to the 
refrigerator to get myself a nice, cold beer. How about you girls? Want 
one?" 

"Oh, no thanks, Sam. I really should get on home before George gets there," 
Lydia replied, dressing quickly. 

 "All right," Betsy called out as Lydia got ready to leave. "I'll be over in 
the morning. If you need anything tonight, just give me a call and Sam and I 
will come right over." 

"Thanks," Lydia replied, "but I think everything'll be just fine. George got 
enough ass and pussy this afternoon to calm him down for a week! He'll 
probably come right home and sack out." 

 Chapter Five 

At nine o'clock the next morning Marylou stood at Betsy's door. She knocked 
loudly in desperation. 

"Damn it! Hurry up, Betsy! I've got to talk to you. Hurry!" 

"All right, all right! Keep your pants on! I'm coming!" Came a muffled voice 
from the inside of the house and finally Betsy opened the door. "For pete's 
sake, Marylou! It's only nine o'clock in the morning. What's the matter 
anyway?" 

"I'm just so nervous I can't stand it!" Marylou answered, pushing her way 
into the living room and flopping on the sofa. "I keep thinking about what 
will happen if Henry finds out about my little ole mistake yesterday and 
it's making me so nervous, I can't even sit still! Wall got to think of 
something to calm me down, Betsy! I'm just never goin' to make it if I can't 
relax and calm down!" 

Betsy gave Marylou a close look. She certainly did look bad! Her eyes were 
puffy from lack of sleep and her hands were shaking so badly she could 
hardly hold the cigarette she was smoking. She sat on the edge of the couch 
like she was ready to jump up and run at any second, and her whole body was 
quivering in exhaustion and fear. Marylou was really a nervous wreck! 

"My God!" Betsy choked out, gazing in shock at her friend. "You look just 
awful! We've got to figure out some way of relaxing you. You look like 
you're ready to jump fight out of your skin." 

"I called my doctor but he won't give me any more tranquilizers," Marylou 
replied. "And I don't dare drink too much booze or I'll start blabbing 
everything to Henry. I've got a mouth that won't stop running when I start 
drinking. My little ole body is a wreck! And on top of that y'all won't 
believe this I'm still horny!" 

Marylou burst into sobs. She was so nervous and frustrated that she could 
hardly stand it. She had lain in bed alongside Henry last night and thought 
about Kurt and his beautiful tanned body. Then she had thought about George 
and his delightfully hurting spanking. Then, to her complete surprise, she 
had thought about Betsy and Lydia and wished that she could have gotten in 
on the fun of their first woman fuck. Marylou had seen the looks that Betsy 
gave Lydia and had correctly assessed the longing in Betsy's deep blue eyes. 
She knew that it was only a matter of time until Betsy seduced pretty Lydia. 
After the events of yesterday afternoon, the time would certainly have been 
ripe! Poor Marylou had worked herself up into a veritable frenzy of 
frustration and there was no way that she could get relief from Henry. 
Marylou was sure that Henry would be shocked and disgusted if she asked him 
to flick her. After all, Henry was a prude. And so Marylou suffered in 
silence and spent a very sleepless night. 

"Oh, you poor thing!" Betsy said, throwing her arms around Marylou. "What 
can I do for you? I'll do anything I can to help. I sure don't like the way 
you look this morning, all run down and tired!" 

"I just have to get fucked!" Marylou cried out. "Please, Betsy! I've been 
thinking about you and Lydia all night. I need some of that woman-love, too! 
Please, Betsy do me the way you did Lydia! Please?" 

Betsy laughed. A warm throaty laugh. Then she hugged Marylou tighter. "Is 
that all?" she asked. "Of course I can do that! I thought this was really a 
problem. Why, that's no problem at all!" 

"You mean you'll do it?" Marylou gasped, not quite believing that her dream 
was coming true. "You mean you'll really do all that for me?" 

"Why not?" Betsy giggled. "It's not like I'm not getting anything out of it, 
you know. You're really pretty, Marylou, and you have such nice, enormous 
boobs. I'd really like to suck and lick on your boobs!" 

"Okay.. . if you let me suck and lick on yours," Marylou replied, giggling, 
too. "We might as well make sure both of us get something out of this!" 

Betsy felt a gush of creamy pussy-juice flood her hot cunt. This was going 
to be fun! Usually Betsy had to be the one doing the seducing and teaching. 
With Marylou it was going to be different. Marylou sounded like she was 
ready for anything Betsy was! 

Marylou reached out and slipped her hands under Betsy's sweater, lifting it 
over her head. A convulsive shudder rippled through Marylou's body at the 
sight of Betsy's titties. They were pretty, and a real contrast to her own 
large jugs. Betsy's nipples were brown and hard like little marbles while 
her own were soft and rosy, like ripe cherries. Her mind reeled in amazement 
as she realized that she was aching to touch Betsy's hard little nipples. An 
excited cry escaped her trembling lips and she reached quickly out and 
cupped Betsy's titties with both hands. Then she pulled and tugged at them, 
extending them out to their fullest length and then releasing them and 
watching them snap back in place. 

"Oh, God! This is going to be so good!" Betsy cried as Marylou pinched her 
hard, pointed nipples between her fingers. 

Marylou groaned in agreement. Then she rolled Betsy's nipples back and 
forth, pinching and twisting in abandon. 

"Marylou! Suck them for me! You suck mine and I'll suck yours!" Betsy cried, 
her head thrown back in delight. And as Marylou's mouth came into contact 
with one of her long brown nipples, she reached out to firmly grasp 
Marylou's quivering jugs. 

Marylou ran her tongue around Betsy's little nipple, tasting the sweetness 
of her skin. She ran her wet, probing tongue around and around, feeling the 
rubbery nipple brush against her teeth, scraping and bouncing. Betsy's hands 
were all over Marylou's boobs, caressing, teasing, pinching and pulling in 
awe. In vain, Betsy tried to surround Marylou's knocker with one hand and 
found she had to settle, quite happily, for rubbing only the large, rosy 
nipple of Marylou's giant jug, against her palm. 

Marylou groaned deep in her throat as Betsy's touch became more and more 
demanding. Her hands were like feathers, brushing across the expanse of her 
massive titties and darting to pinch her nipple sharply. Then Marylou 
lowered her mouth to Betsy's hard little brown nipple again and sucked her 
whole tit into her hot, wet mouth. 

"000000000W" Betsy screamed as Marylou bit down sharply on her nipple. 

She renewed her assault on Marylou's bobbing jugs. She stretched her fingers 
out fully and brought them together on both trembling tits, catching the 
rosy buds of Marylou 's nipples in her palm and twisting her hands in 
opposite directions. This stretched the soft, warm flesh in ways Marylou had 
never felt before. 

"Oh, Jesus, Betsy! I wish Henry would do that to me sometimes! Oh, God! That 
feels good! FANTASTIC! OOOOOOOH!" 

Marylou felt a familiar heat rise in her pussy. She wanted her cunt filled 
with something long and hard. She wanted to be filled up with COCK! She took 
a deep breath and decided to wait just a bit longer. She knew that the 
longer she waited the better her come would be. She would let Betsy come 
first and then she could take her time about her own pleasure. 

"Wish I'd brought my little ole vibrator!" Marylou gasped, pressing one hand 
to her pussy. "If I had a vibrator, I could show you some real tricks with 
it. Do you want me to go get it?" 

"Never mind," Betsy replied, blushing a bit in spite of herself. "I've got 
one you can use. Let's go into the bedroom and be comfortable!" 

As soon as Marylou was stretched out on the bed, Betsy reached into her 
dresser drawer and pulled out her vibrator. It was huge! It was a creamy 
white color and had two enormous rubber balls dangling on one end. You could 
tell that this vibrator was meant to be used for one thing only! Betsy 
turned it on. It made a low hum and danced and jiggled in her hands. 

"See? It's a really good one runs on batteries so you can use it anywhere. 
The first week I had it, I wore out the batteries! Sam ordered it for me 
from one of those men's magazines. He says I should call it Sam and use it 
when I get horny and he isn't around." 

Marylou gazed at the vibrator with interest. "I've never seen one quite like 
that before," she said. "Why don't y'all use it and I'll watch? Then maybe 
we can do something together." 

Betsy smiled. "All fight, if that's what turns you on," she replied. 

She stretched out on the bed and turned on the vibrator, feeling Marylou's 
eyes staring at her. She ran the vibrator over the nipple of one tit, just 
barely touching it. She heard Marylou gasp and knew that she was watching 
every movement she made. She decided to really put on a show for Marylou. 
The poor girl obviously needed something to take her mind off her bad 
afternoon with George and her fears about Henry finding out. 

Betsy ran the vibrator up and down her body, touching her titties and the 
soft flesh of her inner thighs. Finally the vibrator ended its journey right 
at the entrance to her silky, moist pussy. She reached down with one hand to 
hold her pink cunt-lips open and moved lower and lower with the whirring 
vibrator. She could hear Marylou's excited breathing and it served to make 
her all the more excited. She could feel her hard little cut straining 
upward towards the dildo, aching to be touched by its hard surface. 

Marylou was breathing heavily by now, and she leaned forward to see more 
clearly. Betsy's pussy was beautiful! It was small and dark-red, with drops 
of pearly cunt-cream emerging from its depths. Marylou brought her face even 
closer and delighted in the smell of Betsy's musky excitement. She could see 
the little shaft of Betsy's hard ditty, poking up towards the huge plastic 
dildo, and her own body rippled with excitement. Without realizing she was 
doing so, she was pulling and squeezing at her own large boobs, massaging 
them in excitement as she watched the big vibrator make its slow journey 
into Betsy's steaming cunt. 

Suddenly Betsy's body convulsed uncontrollably and Marylou could see her 
pussy muscles throbbing as the huge plastic cock met its mark. "AAAAGH!" 
Betsy screamed, and began rubbing the vibrator over her clitty with purpose, 
straining her hips upward and tossing her head back and forth in a frenzy. 
Then she ran the huge plastic cock down the length of her pulsing cunt, 
pausing at the entrance to her inner pussy. 

"OOOOOOOOOOH! she gasped as she shoved the huge vibrator into her tight, 
throbbing pussy just as far as it would go. It was buried Tight up to the 
huge, dangling balls at the very end of the shaft. Marylou could see the 
balls bang and jiggle against Betsy's ass as the vibrator whirred and jumped 
inside her pulsing cunt. 

Suddenly Marylou could stand it no longer. She had watched enough. Now was 
the time to get into a little of the action herself! She wanted to help 
Betsy come. She wanted to suck and lick her throbbing little ditty and make 
her come! 

Marylou leaned forward and pressed her own large titties to Betsy's smaller 
ones, rubbing and touching, soft flesh against soft flesh. They rolled back 
and forth on the bed and Marylou's lips found Betsy's. Her tongue brushed 
against Betsy's tongue, probing its hot, wet way into Betsy's willing mouth. 
Betsy's eyes opened wide and reflected the passion that was inflaming her 
body. Their kisses were long and deep and Betsy cried out as she felt 
Marylou's hands on her nipples. The vibrator was still whirring away in her 
hot, throbbing pussy. The she cried out again as Marylou lowered her mouth 
to nuzzle Betsy's titties. 

Then it was Betsy's turn and she nuzzled and rubbed her face and lips 
against Marylou 's soft titties. She rubbed her face in the valley between 
Marylou 's enormous jugs and licked the smooth flesh eagerly. Finally 
Marylou's protruding nipple was directly in front of Betsy's mouth and she 
sucked it in without hesitation. She sucked and licked like a baby in the 
act of taking milk from its mother. She pressed her hips tightly against 
Marylou's and felt the vibrator still whirling and jiggling, almost like a 
third pair of hands between them. She felt the answering thrust of Marylou 
's hips and knew that the bouncing balls on the end of the vibrator were 
serving as an exciting dildo for Marylou as well. 

"Oooooooh! Marylou sighed as Betsy tweaked and pulled her nipple with her 
sharp little teeth, tugging and rolling it like a child fondling a marble. 

Marylou could scarcely stand the feeling of Betsy's mouth and teeth on her 
rock-hard nipple, it was so delightful! She rolled Betsy quickly over on her 
back and moved her mouth down to Betsy's thighs, licking the smooth skin and 
smelling the warm, rich scent of her arousal. Then she reached out with both 
hands and spread Betsy's creamy pussy-lips, exposing the dark-red, slick 
surface of her inner cunt. 

Betsy's pussy was small, matching the rest of her body. The contrast turned 
Marylou on. She wove her fingers in Betsy's silky, soft cunt hairs and 
tugged gently, moving Betsy closer and closer to her hot, hungry mouth. Then 
she darted forward and buried her head in Betsy's steaming, slick pussy, 
licking the smooth walls and savoring the rich taste of her excitement. 
Finally, when the length of Betsy's small pussy had been thoroughly licked, 
she moved her attentions higher, until her tongue came to the hard mound of 
Betsy's throbbing ditty, sticking straight up and begging for some licking. 
Marylou swiped her hot tongue against the bud of Betsy's ditty and then 
giggled as the plastic vibrator shot upward like a rocket. Betsy's pussy 
muscles had contracted so much at the touch of Marylou's tongue on her 
ditty, that the huge plastic dildo had almost been expelled by their 
contraction. 

Marylou grabbed the slippery vibrator and pushed it back into place again. 
She could feel Betsy's emit muscles grab and squeeze the plastic dick as she 
pushed it into her steaming cunt. Then - Marylou placed her palm over the 
end of the plastic vibrator to prevent the same thing from happening again. 
She certainly wasn't about to give up licking Betsy's delicious, hot, little 
cunt just because the vibrator might come out! Now she didn't even have to 
worry about that any more. She would just keep one hand over the vibrator 
and the other tuned in Betsy's hot, throbbing pussy. 

"GOD!" Betsy screamed as Marylou's tongue darted across her inflamed clitty. 
"OH, GOD! EAT ME! DON'T STOP, PLEEEEEEEEASE!" 

Betsy moved her hips automatically, pressing her cunt up, up into Marylou's 
face. Her legs trembled and she muttered little unintelligible sounds. 

Marylou licked and sucked the sweet nectar from her pulsing, throbbing pussy 
and Betsy threw back her head in delight and rapture. Betsy could feel her 
pussy-juice flowing, sopping her entire little twat with cunt-cream, She 
strained upward, pushing hard with her heels on the mattress, lifting her 
hips up towards Marylou's delightful tongue. 

Then Marylou dove down again, nuzzling and drinking Betsy's sweet pussy. At 
the same time she let up the pressure on the 4hirling dildo and watched it 
gradually emerge from Betsy's dripping pussy. When it was almost all the way 
out, Marylou would plunge it back in again, much to Betsy's horny delight. 

"AAAAAGH! Feels so good when you do that! 

Oooooooh! Marylou! OOOOOOOOH! DO IT AGAIN! HARDER! SHQVE IT IN HARDER!" 

Betsy shouted, almost at the peak of her excitement. Marylou let the plastic 
cock come almost out and then shoved it home with a mighty lunge, banging 
the rubber balls against Betsy's puckered little shitter. 

''AAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAGH" Betsy screamed, feeling her whole body 
shudder and shake with exquisite pleasure as she experienced the most 
delightful orgasm of her life. 

Marylou kept her tongue and mouth at work through Betsy's climax, milking 
every drop of pussy-juice from her neighbor's twitching cunt until Betsy lay 
satisfied. Her eyelids twitched slightly and a wide satisfied smile broke 
across her face. 

"Oooooh, Marylou, that was pure heaven! Now let me do you. Roll over, you 
gorgeous creature, you! Betsy's going to eat you all up!" 

Betsy removed the vibrator from her satisfied pussy and licked it dry with 
her tongue. "I like the way I taste," she commented. "I can hardly wait to 
taste your pussy-juice, Marylou. I bet it's just as tasty as mine!" 

Betsy trailed the vibrator lightly down Marylou's body, ending at the 
entrance to her shining, silky beaver. "Would you like to get in there, huh, 
Sam?" she teased, noticing that Marylou was tensing her body slightly as the 
vibrator neared her gaping pink pussy. 

She spread Marylou's willing cunt with her fingers. Then she dove forward 
with Sam, running him down the length of Marylou's wet pussy until his big, 
bulbous head was at the inner mouth of her steaming cunt. Then Betsy pushed 
the whirling dildo down, down into Marylou's eager pussy. Soon it was out of 
sight in the slick hot depths, all except the bouncing nut-sac, its sound 
muffled by the creamy, hot pussy-flesh surrounding it. 

Marylou squealed in excitement as the cold, jiggling plastic prick entered 
her steaming cunt. She had never experienced anything like this before! This 
big plastic dildo was a lot better than her little one at home! This plastic 
cock seemed to have a life of its own. It lunged and whirled inside her 
quivering pussy. It sought out little sensitive crevices and creased and 
rubbed against each one. It felt like every tiny part of her pussy was being 
touched at the same time and the sensation was breathtaking! 

Betsy could see the ecstasy Marylou was feeling. It was written plainly on 
her pretty face. Marylou 's creamy pussy-juice seeped from her juicy 
cunt-hole and soaked Betsy's exploring fingers. Betsy lifted one finger to 
her lips and tasted. 

"God! You taste good!" Betsy exclaimed as Marylou writhed and tossed in 
pleasure. 

Just that one taste of Marylou's sweet pussy-juice left Betsy hungering for 
more. She lowered her head to Marylou's beautifully wet pussy and found the 
clitoral bud with her fingertips. It would have been hard to miss! Marylou's 
ditty was extended a full inch from her smoldering pussy and, as she 
watched, Betsy could see it buck and throb in her fingers. It looked like a 
miniature cock and Betsy quickly lowered her lips and flicked her hot tongue 
up from the base to the head of the huge love button. 

"UUUUUUUUUH!" Marylou sputtered, jamming her cunt even more strongly against 
the vibrator still held in place by Betsy's hand. "EAT ME!" she commanded. 

"LICK ME AND FUCK ME WITH THAT VIBRATOR AT THE SAME TIME!" 

Betsy gladly jammed the vibrator in Marylou's cunt to the hilt and sucked 
her hard, long ditty all the way into her hot little mouth. She sucked and 
bit like a baby with a pacifier, chewing the sensitive cut until Marylou 
almost fainted with ecstasy. 

"YES!" Marylou cried. "OH, YESSSSSS!" and she felt the twin sensations 
taking her higher and higher until she fell into a blaze of pleasure, 
weeping and crying with relief at finding pleasure at Last! 

Betsy licked and sucked until she was sure that there wasn't any more good 
pussy-cream left in Marylou's twitching pussy. Then she stopped and sat up 
with a grin. 

"Well," she said, pulling the vibrator out of Marylou's damp pussy. "How did 
you like that!" 

"Oh, Betsy!" Marylou replied. "That was great! 

I wish 1 could get Henry to do something like that to me. It's all I can do 
to get him to fuck mein a plain old missionary position. If I stuck my pussy 
in his face, he'd probably have a heart attack!" 

"You mean Henry's never even eaten you out?" Betsy asked, beginning to feel 
more and more sorry for her pretty friend. "I knew he was an old stick in 
the mud, but I didn't know that it was that bad! Doesn't he like to do 
anything in bed?" 

"Hell, no!" Marylou replied, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "Henry 
even insists that we make it in the dark! Y'all just don't know how hard I 
work to even get him to let me get on top once in a while!" 

"I've got it!" Betsy shouted, laughing at Marylou. "I know just what we can 
do to pump some life into old Henry! Sam is going to take him out and get 
him loaded tonight and talk to him about trying out some new things. After 
Henry gets a little loaded, I'll seduce him. We'll all come back here and 
you and Sam can disappear for ice or something and I'll make such a play for 
Henry that he won't be able to resist!" 

"Sounds good," Marylou giggled, "But I don't think it'll work with Henry. 
You'd have to do something pretty strong to turn him on!" 

"Don't worry," Betsy laughed devilishly. "I've got a couple of things in 
mind already. I don't think that I'll have that much trouble, especially if 
he figures that you and Sam won't be around for a while. We'll figure 
something out tonight. You and I are going to turn Henry into a regular sex 
maniac, just wait and see!" 

 Chapter Six 

Sam and Betsy were just getting ready to sit down to eat dinner when the 
phone rang. Marylou's voice rang out so loudly that even Sam could here what 
she was saying. "Henry's taking a shower," she told Betsy. "He just told me 
that we're all going out dancing tonight. What are y'all planning over there 
anyway? If I know you, there's something up your sleeve!" 

Betsy winked at Sam a lewd, lascivious wink and giggled. "Don't worry about 
a thing, Marylou," she told her friend. "Just don't be shocked when I 
disappear with Henry. Sam and I have a plan to wake Henry up tonight!" 

"Anything you do is fine with me!" Marylou assured Betsy cheerfully. 
"Nothing could make matters any worse around here. I asked Henry if he 
wanted me to soap his back and he looked so shocked I'm beginning to wonder 
if he's forgotten we're married!" 

Sam reached out and took the phone from Betsy. "If I were you, sexy, I 
wouldn't worry," he said firmly. "You'd better brush up on some of your 
erotic techniques because by the time my hot-blooded little wife gets 
through with your husband, he'll be chasing you all over the house waving 
his cock in front of him like a flag!" 

Marylou giggled again. "Okay, Sam," she replied. "I'd better go get ready. 
Super Stud is out of the shower!" 

Sam hung the phone up and gazed reflectively at his wife. "I certainly hope 
that you can get old Henry's juices flowing, honey," he said. "Have you got 
any ideas to turn him on?" 

"Just the usual," Betsy replied. "I thought I'd give him a super blow-job 
and then just climb on top until I get him loosened up." 

"Hey!" Sam shouted. "I've got a super colossal sexy idea! How about shaving 
that pretty pussy of yours! A shaved pussy really turns a guy on, you know!" 
Sam was starting to get a glazed look in his eyes just talking about bare 
pussies. Betsy laughed. 

"Listen, honey," she chided him. "I don't think you're thinking about poor 
old Henry at all. I think you're thinking about Sam Dillon and how you'd 
like a bare pussy to play with!" 

Sam let out a roaring laugh. "I guess you're right," he admitted. "I've 
always wanted to hick a bare pussy. I'll even shave it for you!" 

A half-hour later Betsy gazed at her reflection in the minor and giggled 
homily. "I look funny!" she remarked, thrusting her pelvis toward the mirror 
in an obscene gesture. "Look at all that bare skin. I look like a little 
girl again, before I grew my bushy beaver!" 

Sam made a grab for her from behind. "Come to Daddy!" he yelled hoarsely. 
"I'm going to lick all the juice off that pretty bare pussy!" 

"OOOoooh, Sam!" Betsy squealed, pulling away from him playfully. "What are 
you doing?" 

"You know what I'm doing, honey," Sam replied huskily. "I'm going to try out 
some of that bare pussy for myself before you give it away." 

Betsy knew that it excited Sam if she protested a bit. He didn't like her to 
give in too easy. "But, Sam," she protested weakly, "Henry and Marylou are 
supposed to be here in an hour and I have to dress and everything. We just 
don't have time, do we?" 

She turned and looked at him, trying to suppress the grin she knew was 
spreading over her face. She loved it when Sam took her by surprise like 
this. Catching her with Lydia the other afternoon must have really turned 
him on even more than she thought. Sam certainly was horny! She saw the 
rod-shaped length of his heavy cock thickening inside his pants. 

Betsy's cunt contracted in a burst of pleasure. Her husband had a hard-on, 
all for her! "I guess it's okay if we hurry, Sam," she continued playing 
their little game. "I mean if you want to. 

Sam came up to her and wrapped his thick, strong arms around her slender 
waist and pulled her body against his huge chest as if she were a tiny doll. 

Her firm little brown nipples mashed against his chest. His wiry chest hairs 
scratched the tender nipples with a kind of itch that really felt good. The 
housecoat she was wearing offered no protection against the scratchy mat of 
chest hair. 

Sam lifted one of his big hands and cupped the end of her tittie, squeezing 
and caressing it through the silk dressing gown she wore. He 5wept the other 
tit into the span of his grasp and then rolled both of them with the palm of 
one huge hand. 

"You've got great titties, honey," he praised her, "and an even greater 
pussy. A bare pussy-just what I've always wanted to fuck!" 

"Honey, are you sure we've got time?" Betsy asked, knowing that her 
resistance excited her horny husband all the more. "I mean, we wouldn't want 
to keep Marylou and Henry waiting, would we?" 

"Fuck Marylou and Henry," Sam breathed heavily, pulling her body against him 
again. "I've got to bury this big cock somewhere and a nice bare pussy is a 
perfect place!" Sam retorted, placing her hand on his huge hard-on. Betsy 
didn't have to look to know that his cock was hard and throbbing. She could 
feel the gant hard-on Sam had for her and her bare pussy. 

Sam's cock swelled to huge proportions as he squeezed her tits and tried to 
convince her that they had time to fuck before Marylou and Henry arrived. He 
had his hands on the quivering globes of her bouncy ass-cheeks now and he 
kneaded them firmly. 

He pulled her tightly against him, belly to belly, his huge hands completely 
covering her ass-cheeks. His cock throbbed and pulsed against her bare pussy 
and she could feel the throbs vibrate down to the full, creamy lips of her 
nude cunt. 

"Come to Papa, little girl," he called to her, laughing as he wrestled her 
gently to the bed. Betsy was panting hard and she knew that it was no use to 
fight any longer. He was aroused and ready. She didn't need to fight any 
more to get him excited! 

"All right, I give up," she conceded happily. Her robe had come open during 
their tussle and her quivering hard little nipples were poking straight out 
at Sam. 

"You're beautiful, Betsy," he told her with tenderness in his voice. "I 
don't see how old Henry is going to be able to resist you. You'll probably 
have him all charged up in ten seconds flat!" 

"I hope so," Betsy replied, smiling up at her horny husband. "Do you like my 
pussy bare, Sam?" 

"I sure do!" Sam replied, reaching out to stroke her bare cunt-mound. "Now I 
won't have to worry about all that pussy hair when I eat you out." 

Betsy giggled. "Did you like watching me with Lydia, Sam?" she asked, 
knowing that Sam had loved every minute of it. 

"God, yes!" Sam replied, licking his lips just thinking about it. "I wish 
you'd let me watch you again, Betsy." 

"All right," Betsy promised. "I'll put on a little show for you sometime." 

Sam's cock grew larger as she watched. It throbbed and pulsed in his shorts. 
Sam reached down and took off his shorts and climbed on the bed, reaching 
for her. He slipped her robe all the way open and looked at her, from the 
top of her head to the bottom of her feet. His cock stood straight up, as 
stiff and hard as she had ever seen it. 

"It's all for you, honey," he said, reaching out to squeeze her bouncing 
titties. 

She reached for his straining prick and parted her thighs. She rubbed his 
rigid cock against the silky smoothness of her bare cunt-mound, making him 
shudder and shake with passion. 

He put out his hand and touched her body. His palm smoothed up the side of 
her thigh. His fingertips lightly stroked her pussy-lips, slipped over her 
hard, little ditty, and slid up her flat belly to her hard, perky little 
nipples. 

Betsy felt her moist pussy begin to throb and twitch. A flood of pussy-cream 
soaked her swollen cunt. She felt her thighs automatically part for his 
probing finger. 

He brushed her pussy-lips, sweeping along the tender, rosy inner tissues, 
rimming her tight flack-hole. He slid his finger up her satiny pussy to her 
ditty and pressed inward gently, rolling the little love bud until it was 
hard and throbbing. 

"Aaaaagh!" Betsy squealed, and Sam grinned in satisfaction. 

"Feel good, honey?" he asked, knowing that his wife loved to have her hard 
little ditty touched. 

Betsy panted and Sam's prick throbbed. It always made him excited to know 
that he could give Betsy's pussy such a mighty thrill. His cock pulsed and 
throbbed when he saw the slick flood of creamy warm pussy-juice that slid 
from the mouth of her cunt and rolled down her gleaming ass-cheeks to her 
tiny, puckered bung. 

"Fuck me, Sam!" Betsy squealed, unable to control herself a moment longer. 
She had to have Sam's long, hard prick in her hungry cunt! She needed cock, 
and she wanted it now! 

Sam laughed and then climbed over her, panting with passion. He worked his 
heavy body between her slender parted thighs. He dipped his hips down 
towards her and made his stiff, hard cock point towards the very center of 
her bare pussy. 

Betsy's wet, hungry pussy could hardly wait for Sam's hard cock. Her 
fuck-hole snapped hungrily. Her puffy cunt-lips spread apart to welcome 
Sam's pulsing, swollen cock-head. 

Sam lowered his body to hers and made the soft mushroom of his huge 
cock-head nose into the soft folds of her wet pussy-hole. As soon as he felt 
the warm, steamy delights of her pussy, he couldn't hold back any longer. He 
had been planning on teasing Betsy a little longer, nosing in slowly until 
she begged him to sink his shaft in her hot little cunt. He couldn't hold 
back any more though. Betsy's hot little pussy was too inviting. He had to 
sink his hard, long cock in her creamy, slick cunt right now! 

With a mighty lunge, Sam plowed into Betsy's hot, creamy cunt. His thick 
prick slid up her pussy and shoved all the way to the back of her passage, 
slipping through the hot pussy-cream and soft flesh. 

"AAAAAAAGH, Christ!" he gasped, panting excitement. "You're so hot, honey! 
You've got the hottest pussy in the whole world!" 

Sam came to rest against her fully, his chest pressing tightly against 
Betsy's hard little nipples. The huge head of his soft cock-head was nudged 
right up against the soft, sponginess of Betsy's burning womb. Sam filled 
her pussy up completely! 

"Uuuuuuummmm!" Betsy moaned in delight. "Fuck me, Sam! FUCK ME HARD, LOVER! 
I LOVE YOUR COCK!" 

As soon as Sam began fucking her, Betsy began moaning one word over and 
over. Sam loved to hear Betsy moan when he drove his huge prick in her hot, 
steaming pussy. The one word that Betsy moaned drove him wild with passion 
and lust. The harder he Lucked the louder she moaned, "Cock...cock...cock... 
COCK! COCK! COCK!" Over and over Betsy moaned until her sexy chant became 
just one scream of passion and delight. 

Sam Lucked Betsy with relish, in and out, up and down, his hard cock 
impatient and unbelievably stiff. Betsy gasped and moaned and squealed in 
delight. She threw her arms around his broad back and her cunt snapped and 
twitched around his huge shaft with each lunge. 

"COCK! COCK! COCK!" Betsy squealed, moving her hips in time to Sam's 
plunging cock. 

"COCK! COCK! COCK!" 

"God!" Sam panted. "I love your pussy, honey! You've got the hottest, 
juiciest pussy in the world! I love it, honey! I love to Luck you!" 

Betsy rocked with Sam's lunging thrusts. She felt his hard cock stretch and 
pound inside her cunt and slide back and forth, nudging her soft womb, and 
then pulling back almost to the mouth of her burning twat, and then plowing 
in again. Over and over. Lunge after lunge. Thrust after thrust. 

Sam's body slammed against hers, forcing her ass-cheeks to quiver at his 
every lunge. His hands grasped her perky little nipples, rolling and 
pinching them, making her hard, little ditty throb and twinge in response. 
Sam slid his hands under her back and down to her round, quivering 
ass-cheeks, lifting her bare pussy up to his plunging, fiery cock. 

Betsy threw her legs up and wrapped them around Sam's back. "COCK! COCK! 
COCK!" she screamed, louder and louder as she felt the thrills ripple 
through her body. She opened her thighs widely, spreading her legs as wide 
as she could. She felt his hard cock banging into her steaming pussy. Her 
hands slid to his ass and she slipped one little finger into the tight ring 
of his asshole. 

"UUUUHHHHH!" Sam shouted. "UUUHHH!" 

Betsy felt Sam fuck hard and harder. She twisted her finger around in his 
tight asshole, knowing that it drove him wild with passion. She knew Sam was 
going to come soon. She braced herself for the explosion of his jism into 
her burning pussy. She made her puss3t-lips cling to his driving cock, 
squeezing and clutching at his rod like millions of tiny fingers. Her pussy 
muscles massaged his hard prick, drawing out the stored-up cum, trying to 
force Sam to let go and blast her pussy with his load of hot fuck-juice. 

Sam could feel Betsy's cunt pull him deeper and deeper, sucking all the 
juices from his hard, long cock. Sam grunted and gasped in delight. No one 
had a snapping pussy like Betsy! Her pussy clutched and gobbled his prick 
right into its red, hot depths and milked it dry. 

"OH, JESUS! GOD! I'M COMING! BETSY! I'M COMING!" Sam hollered as blast after 
blast of hot, thick cock-cream rushed out of his throbbing prick in spurts, 
blasting into her burning depths and gushing up against her womb. 

"0000HH! OOOOOOH! 000000HHH" Betsy squealed, feeling her hot pussy tremble 
and shake with passion. Then she was coming, too, her whole cunt grasping 
and contracting against Sam's jerking shaft, taking them both to heights of 
sexy pleasure! 

Her hips swiveled and bucked. Her ass rolled in Sam's big hands. Her pussy 
sucked and snapped around his jerking cock like a trained whore. Her whole 
body was burning! 

Sam's prick bucked and throbbed inside her blazing pussy. He had never felt 
Betsy this turned on. He was glad that he had talked her into shaving her 
pussy. It was like fucking a. little girl! 

Betsy clamped her arms tightly around Sam, driving her finger even farther 
in his tight, puckered asshole. Her body shuddered and pulsed with violent 
waves of throbbing orgasm. 

Her throbbing pussy sucked and milked his cock, swallowing eagerly all his 
hot cock-cream. Sam planted his huge tool deeply inside her sucking pussy 
and exploded with a mighty blast of hot, white cum 

"YAAAAAAAAGH!" he hollered, feeling her pussy clutch and squeeze the last 
drop of cum from his shaft. 

Betsy's hot clutching cunt was filled to the brim with burning, creamy jism. 
Sam's cock had spurted and hosed so much hot cam into her little pussy that 
it just couldn't hold it all. Cock-cream and. pussy-juice mingled in one 
hot, wet pool of flick-juice that ran down her warm thighs. Betsy could feel 
the wetness spread to the bed below. 

"Honey, let me get up," Betsy panted, laughing. "Look at this bed. It's a 
mess!" She sat up and glared at Sam, pretending to be angry with him but 
unable to hide the gleam of satisfaction in her sparkling eyes. 

"That's really too bad, honey," Sam replied, doing his best to look 
contrite. "Next time PU stick my hard, long prick down your sweet little 
throat and you can swallow all that. Then we won't get anything on the 
bedspread!" 

Betsy giggled, reaching out to pat Sam's soft cock. "That's fine with me, as 
long as you're mopping up all my pussy-juice with your long, hot tongue!" 
she retorted. 

"Later, you sexy little slut, you!" Sam said, giving Betsy a light slap 
across the gleaming expanse of her creamy white ass-cheeks. "Right now you'd 
better get dressed in something very sexy because Marylou and Henry are due 
here in just twenty minutes." 

 Chapter Seven 

Betsy had been concentrating on Henry all evening. She had been glancing at 
him, trying to convey sexy little messages with her eyes. She had managed to 
rub up against him when she got out of the car and she was sure that she had 
turned him on a little by the brief brush of her titties against his arm. 
Henry had been looking at her titties all evening, and every time she had 
caught him staring at her, he had looked away quickly and acted embarrassed. 
Now the dancing was starting and Betsy could really go into action! 

"How about it, Marylou?" Sam asked after 

Betsy had nudged him under the table. Marylou grinned and shot a quick 
glance at Betsy. 

"Sure," she replied, "if Betsy will take care of Henry while we're dancing. 
How about dancing with Betsy, Henry?" 

"Oh, yes," Henry replied, an expression of pleasure quickly crossing his 
face. "Would you care to dance, Betsy?" 

Betsy smiled sweetly. "Yes, thank you," she replied and led the way to the 
dance floor. 

The floor was crowded and the music was slow and mellow. Betsy snuggled up 
in Henry's arms and rubbed her hard little nipples against his chest. 

"I love to dance. Don't you, Henry?" she asked sweetly. 

"Yes! Yes, I do," Henry replied, unconsciously slipping one hand to her 
quivering, satin-clad ass-cheeks. He drew his hand away as if he were burned 
and held Betsy more conventionally. 

Betsy snuggled even closer into Henry's arms and wiggled her hips against 
his. "Ooooh, this kind of music makes me feel all sexy," she murmured in a 
low, husky voice. She put her arms all the way around Henry so that her 
hard, swelling nipples were crushed against his chest. Then she ground her 
pelvis against his, feeling his cock surge into life. Henry had a colossal 
hard-on! She could feel it. She was making him horny. Now she had to strike 
while the iron was hot! 

"Oh, goodness!" she said, swaying a little on her feet. "I guess I had a 
little too much to drink. I do believe that I'm a little drunky-pooh" Then 
she giggled wildly and pressed her body even closer to Henry's. "Could we 
sit down, Henry love? I'm ready to fall right on my behind!" 

"Here, Betsy," Henry said, taking her firmly by both arms. "I'll get you 
back to the table. Just relax, now." Henry led her carefully past the 
dancers and back to the table. "Are you feeling all right now?" he asked in 
a concerned tone of voice. 

"Ooooooh, my head hurts!" Betsy complained. "I think I'd better go home, 
Henry. I hate to be a party-pooper. Sam and Marylou are having such a good 
time. Would you mind taking me home and ten coming back?" 

"Of course not," Henry assured her. "I'll go tell Sam right away." 

Betsy giggled at Henry's retreating back. "You're going to get one hell of a 
surprise when you get me to my house, Henry!" she murmured. She could hardly 
wait to get her twitching pussy into action. By the time she was through 
with Henry, he'd know how to use a cock! 

Fifteen minutes later Henry was gently laying her body on the bed. Betsy had 
pretended to pass out in the car so that Henry was forced to carry her in 
the house. But Betsy had noticed that Henry held her a little too tightly 
for pure neighborliness. She wondered if Henry was going to try to undress 
her and put her to bed. He was a little too shy for that sort of thing, 
though. She would probably, have to help him along a bit. 

"Where am I?" she said, in a soft little voice. Henry leaned over her. 
"You're home, Betsy. You had a little too much to drink and I brought you 
home. I'll stay with you for a while if you like. Do you need anything?" 

"Yes, Henry," Betsy replied. "I need to get out of this tight dress. It's 
making me sick to my stomach. Can you unzip me?" 

She managed to get to her feet and stand in front of the closet door with 
her back to the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. 

Henry walked slowly over to her and then he swallowed noisily. He quickly 
pulled down the zipper and stared at her smooth, white back. He swallowed 
again, uncomfortably. 

Betsy turned around and pulled the top off her shoulders and uncovered her 
firm, perky nipples for just an instant before covering them up with her 
hands once again. 

"Oh, goodness!" she said. "I shouldn't be undressing like this in front of 
you. Turn your head, Henry, and don't peek!" 

Henry choked out some sort of response and obediently turned his head. Henry 
could no longer see Betsy but he could see her reflection in the large, 
full-length mirror. 

Betsy watched Henry's expression change when he saw her reflection in the 
mirror. His eyes flashed and then they went wide with pleasure. He gasped 
slightly and his breathing quickened. She could even see the way his cock 
began to grow and fill up the front of his pants. Henry was getting a real 
charge out of watching her undress. 

Henry pushed at his hard cock and tried to hide the bulge it made in his 
pants. It was useless, though. It was just too big and hard to hide! 

Betsy's titties popped up as she lowered the front of her dress again. Her 
little brown nipples pouted at the end of her full, little titties and 
winked at Henry, who was staring at her reflection as hard as he could. 

Betsy pushed the tight red dress down until it cleared her hips and 
slithered into a pile of red satin at her feet. Now she was dressed only in 
her golden pantyhose. The pantyhose fit her like a second skin. It cupped 
and caressed the quivering mounds of her creamy ass-cheeks and it swelled 
gently over her smooth pussy. Betsy saw Henry gasp in shock as he realized 
that her pussy was bare. 

Betsy's naked, bald pussy showed clearly through her thin pantyhose. Henry 
could feast his eyes on her moist pink puny-lips all sweet and soft. 

Henry's cock swelled to mammoth proportions. It throbbed. It stuck out so 
far that Henry was afraid he was going to split open his pants. He had never 
seen a nude pussy before, and the sight excited him greatly. Betsy looked 
just like a little teen-age virgin and Henry wanted to sink his hard, aching 
cock in her sweet little pussy. He took a deep breath. It just wouldn't do 
to have such lewd thoughts. After all, Betsy was Marylou's friend! And he'd 
never been unfaithful to Marylou before! 

"You can turn around now, Henry, and help me into bed," Betsy called out. 

Henry tuned around and let out a little gasp of shock. Betsy was standing 
right in front of him, completely naked. She had slipped off her pantyhose 
while he was turning around. She held out her arms to him. 

"You're going to have to help me get to bed, Henry," she said smiling at him 
innocently. "I just can't walk that far without tripping." 

Henry walked over to her and took her by the arm, intending to lead her to 
the bed. Betsy purposefully tripped so that Henry had to catch her to keep 
her from falling. 

"OOOOOH! You'd better carry me, Henry!" she said, shaking her head. "I just 
don't seem to be able to keep my balance!" 

Henry lifted her into his arms and laid her on the bed. His hands lingered 
around her and his face turned red. He straightened up suddenly. 

"I guess I'd better go now, Betsy," he stammered. He made a move towards the 
door. 

"Stop right there, Henry!" Betsy shouted in a clear voice. Her eyes held a 
sultry, sexy look and she reduced him to a stammering, red-faced boy. "You 
can't just walk out on me, Henry. If you walk out right now, you're going to 
make me feel bad. You're going to give me a complex. You wouldn't want to do 
that, would you?" 

"What? I don't know wh-what you're talking about, Betsy," he stammered, a 
slow, burning blush covering his face. He swallowed hard. 

"You're going to make me think that you don't like me!" Betsy replied. 
"You've been looking at my hard, little nipples all evening and you just got 
a big hard-on looking at me in the mirror, watching me undress. You made me 
think that you liked me. And now you want to leave! Aren't I good enough for 
you, Henry?" 

Henry turned beet-red. "Of course you're good enough for me, Betsy," he 
retorted, half choking on the words. "I want you all right, but I've never 
been unfaithful to Marylou before." 

He broke off, confused. Betsy was so beautiful and he bet that she'd be a 
really good fuck. He really wanted to fuck someone besides Marylou. He was 
tired of being good old careful, respectable Henry. He wanted to cut loose 
and do all those wild things that he'd only read about but had always wanted 
to try. He didn't think that he could ever do that with Marylou; She would 
be shocked, he was sure! Marylou expected him to be a gentleman and 
gentlemen didn't do naughty thin like lick ladies' pussies! 

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about Marylou, Henry," Betsy said, coaxing him closer 
to the bed with her words. "Marylou already told me that it was all right! 
She doesn't mind, as long as you let her fuck with Sam! How about it, Henry? 
Are you game for a little naughty fun?" 

Henry thought quickly. Somehow the idea of Marylou flicking someone else 
didn't really matter all that much to him any more. He guessed that she 
might need some variety, too. Besides, maybe Sam would teach her some new 
tricks that he could appreciate later. 

"You bet I'm game!" Henry hollered and fell on Betsy's body with a whoop. 

"Hold it, Henry!" Betsy commanded. "Now, if you want to fuck me, you have to 
do it my way! Now stand up and let me look at you." 

Henry obeyed. Whatever kind of fucking Betsy wanted, he would be happy to 
oblige. He had a feeling that Betsy would be a very good teacher! 

Betsy stood beside Henry and moved forward until her hairless cunt-mound was 
cupping Henry's hard, throbbing prick. She swayed her ass back and forth, 
making her cunt-mound rub against his hard cock. 

"Mmmmmm, that's good," Betsy sighed, leaning against his body, rubbing her 
tits and cunt all over his front. "You can hold my ass in your hands, Henry. 
Feel how nice and bouncy it is!" 

Henry's hands slid around her back slowly and hesitantly. It was almost as 
if Henry had trouble believing his good fortune. His hands moved towards her 
round ass-cheeks. He palmed them in his hands. He slid his hands up and down 
her creamy globes and then he squeezed very gently. 

"Oooooh! That's really nice, Henry!" Betsy encouraged him. "You should do 
that to Marylou sometimes. I have a feeling she'd really like that. Play 
with my ass some more, Henry. I really like that!" 

Henry didn't hesitate this time. He thrust his hands around her ass-cheeks 
and cupped her bouncy spheres tightly, kneading them, playing with them, 
running his hands all over Betsy's ass. 

Betsy moaned and pressed her hips tightly against his. She could feel the 
hard, long prick and the way it throbbed when she rubbed her pussy against 
it. 

Betsy's pussy tingled with delight. Seducing Henry was going to be a snap! 
Deep throbs shuddered through her hot, raging cunt. 

"Ooooh, that feels so good," she sighed, "Your hands are rubbing and playing 
with my smooth ass-cheeks and your big hard cock is right up against my hot 
little pussy! Oooooh! My pussy is so hot, Henry! Why don't you play with my 
hot, throbbing pussy?" 

Henry reached eagerly for Betsy's bare pussy. He gently slid his finger 
between her moist cunt-lips and felt her hot, burning snatch. 

"Oh, Betsy!" he gasped, sinking his finger even deeper into her wet hole. 
"Your pussy is so slippery and soft and hot! So hot!" 

Betsy ground her hips against him, making his cock slide in the groove of 
her thighs and cunt. She wished that he would get out of his clothes, but 
she supposed that it would take a little time to get him used to the idea of 
even looking at a nude woman. If what Marylou said was true, Henry had never 
even seen a pussy up close before. Well, she would certainly change all 
that! 

Henry pulled his ass towards him. His finger shot all the way into her 
small, tight pussy-hole. His huge cock throbbed in his pants. It pounded and 
jerked until Henry was afraid that he was going to come in his pants like a 
teenage boy. Indeed, that's how Betsy was making him feel. As horny and as 
potent as a teenage boy! 

Betsy reached out to touch Henry's huge cock. 

She couldn't suppress the gasp of shock she made as she realized that it was 
at least eight inches long! And thick, too! His cock was the size of a 
battering raw and Betsy could hardly wait to have it plunging and pounding 
inside her hungry cunt. She reached over and quickly unzipped his pants, 
pulling his shorts down at the same time. Henry's cock stood out rigidly, 
throbbing with eagerness. 

"Ooooooh! You're huge!" Betsy sighed, running her fingers up and down his 
giant shaft. "You've got a lovely, long, fat cock, Henry. God, I love it!" 

Henry couldn't conceal the expression of delight that crossed his face. "Do 
you really like it?" he asked, not believing that any woman could get so 
excited over a prick. 

Betsy grasped his firm shaft with delight. "I'll show you how much I like 
it, Henry," she retorted in a very low, sexy voice. 

Then she jerked her hand up and down, jacking him with her warm, firm 
fingers. She rubbed her hand across his swelling cock-head, wiping off the 
drops of juice that had collected there. She wiped the hot pre-cum on her 
face and lips, then opened her mouth and sucked it down over the tip of his 
wide, fat cock, gulping and moaning in ecstasy. 

"Aaaaagh!" Henry grunted, throwing his head back with bliss and shock 
combined. 

He had never felt anything like Betsy's sucking mouth and hot, probing 
tongue before! She sucked his dick like she was stoning for a taste of his 
hot creamy cum. She ran her tongue around and around the surface of his 
swelling cock-head and reamed the very tip in his ass-hole to lick up the 
drops that appeared there. She licked her lips and swallowed again and 
again. She ran her fingers all over his cock at the same time, petting it 
and exciting it. Between her hands and her mouth and tongue, Henry was going 
right out of his mind with passion! 

Then she pulled back suddenly and looked into his eyes. "Do you ever suck 
Marylou's titties, Henry?" she asked candidly. 

"Uh. . . no," Henry answered, stammering. "I don't think that Marylou'd like 
it." 

"Oh, yes she would, Henry!" Betsy said vehemently. "She told me she would. 
She's been just dying for you to suck her pretty, big titties and bite and 
chew on her big, rosy nipples. You'd like to do that, wouldn't you, Henry?" 

"Uh . . . sure, Betsy," Henry replied, "I just didn't think she'd like it, 
that's all!" 

"I'll let you practice on mine, Henry," Betsy offered. "I'll teach you what 
feels good to me and I'll bet you that Marylou would like the same things I 
do. Go ahead, Henry. Suck my titties!" 

Betsy pushed her nipples towards him. She smiled. She felt his ups and 
tongue on her naked flesh. His mouth was hot and wet. She cupped the back of 
his head and held him to her aching tit as if she were a mother nursing a 
baby. 

"Mmmmmm, I love it!" she sighed. "Suck my titties, Henry. Oooooh, don't bite 
so hard, Henry! Gently now. Just chew a little. Don't bite hard! I don't 
like to be hurt and neither will Marylou. She'll tell you if she wants it 
harder. Now roll my nipple around with your tongue. That's it! Oooohhh! 
Feels so good!" 

Henry sucked and sucked. He made wet, naughty sounds with his mouth. He 
acted like he couldn't get enough of Betsy's titties! He put his face to her 
jugs and rubbed his cheeks against the soft, silky skin. He could hardly 
wait to bury his face in Marylou's big boobies. He could nuzzle right up 
between them and almost smother to death in the fascinating, lovely feeling. 
"Oooooh, I like to suck your titties!" he groaned, licking his way all 
around one of Betsy's perky little boobs. "They're beautiful tithes! So nice 
and firm!" 

"Now play with my pussy a little more," Betsy instructed. "Play nice and 
easy, Henry. Women like to be stroked gently at first. Tease my little pussy 
with your strong fingers!" 

Betsy kept playing with Henry's cock, keeping him hot and ready. Then she 
lay back and let him part her puffy pussy-lips. 

"Oooooh, your pussy is so pretty!" Henry exclaimed, staring hard at Betsy's 
delicate pink cunt. 

Henry had never seen a pussy before and he tried to memorize every line and 
curve of Betsy's pussy so he could compare it with Marylou's later. He 
stroked Betsy's cunt-lips with gentle, light touches. He slipped one finger 
up and down her pussy, fondling her hairless cunt, gazing into it as he 
opened her labes wide and exposed the glossy, slippery pinkness of her 
depths. 

He leaned down to look a little more closely. Betsy shuddered and couldn't 
resist cupping the back of his head with her hands, forcing his face to 
touch her wet steaming pussy. 

"Ooooh! Henry! Lick my pussy! EAT ME!" she commanded. 

Henry wasn't sure if he wanted to suck and lick on Betsy's cunt. He had 
never licked a cunt before and it was totally unfamiliar to him. A lot of 
people had said that sucking cunts was nasty but Henry was intrigued by the 
sight and smell of Betsy's fascinating pussy. It certainly wouldn't hurt to 
try. He opened his mouth and thrust out his tongue, boldly, licking one 
stroke in Betsy's pussy and then tasting it. It was good! Her pussy tasted 
exciting and hot. It was musky and sweet and he wanted more! 

"Your snatch tastes so good!" he sighed and lowered his head to her 
steaming, burning cunt again. 

He fastened his mouth over her whole pussy and trembled from head to toe. 
Betsy cried out with passion and arched her back up, bringing her throbbing 
pussy up even farther into his rapidly sucking mouth. 

"Ooooh!" Betsy squealed as Henry lapped and sucked her shaved pussy. '4Don't 
stop! Fuck your tongue inside of me! Ahhhhhgh! You're a good cunt-sucker! 
Mmmmmmm!" 

Henry's lips flared out over Betsy's creaming pussy-hole. His tongue worked 
its way back and forth, fucking its probing way into her tight, hot cunt. He 
shook all over. He fucked her with his tongue and rubbed and gummed her with 
his lips. 

Betsy tossed and thrashed beneath him. She was so horny now that she was no 
longer concerned with teaching Henry anything. Henry was doing just fine all 
by himself. All he needed was a little encouragement and he really cut 
loose! Betsy couldn't keep her mind on teaching Henry anything. The only 
thing she could think about was the fierce, urgent feeling in her steaming, 
hot pussy and how Henry's tongue and lips sent little tongues of fire 
through her whole body. Her pussy flooded with gush after gush of creamy 
juice and Henry's raspy tongue was right there to lick it up. Henry acted 
like he couldn't get enough of her gushing, flooding cunt. 

"YES! Ohhhhhh! YESSSSSS!" Betsy squealed, wrapping her legs around his head. 
"I'M COMING! OOOOOOH! HERE IT COMES! OOOOOOOH, HENRY!!" 

Henry glued his mouth and lips to Betsy's wildly bucking pussy. He rode her 
twat like a jockey rides a stallion. He could feel her whole cunt contract 
and pulse with delight. He kept right on lapping her blasting box. He sucked 
the little bard button of her ditty. He shoved his tongue all the way up her 
tight fuck-hole, twisting and turning. And he didn't miss a drop of that 
wonderful cunt-cream from Betsy's exploding pussy! 

"Oooh, you're a great cunt-licker, Henry!" Betsy complimented him. "I'll bet 
Marylou will love it when you bury your steaming mouth in her wet pussy. 
Would you like to fuck me now, Henry? I can tell you're just dying to shoot 
in my hot cunt!" 

Henry trembled in passion. He could hardly wait to sink his hard cock in 
Betsy's twitching hot twat. Betsy reached forward, wrapping her fingers 
around his pulsing, rock-hard shaft. Henry pulled away reluctantly. 

"I've got to fuck you!" he groaned, hating to give up the warm caresses of 
Betsy's swift fingers. "I'm going to put my big, stiff cock in your hot 
pussy and pump it in and out until both of us blast off!" Henry shouted, all 
of his restraint gone. "Get ready, Betsy! Spread out! I'm going to fuck you 
until you beg me to stop!" 

Henry threw himself on Betsy's body. She went down under him, flinging her 
legs wide open, cupping his body with her steaming, pulsing crotch. His cock 
jerked wildly as the huge knob hovered over her spread pussy-hole. Then he 
drove downward with brutal force, lunging into her burning, wet cunt. Her 
pussy-mouth sucked his cock wildly. Millions of tiny mouths sucked his prick 
in deeper and deeper, nipping and rolling his rigid barrel with delightful 
urgency. Her pussy muscles yanked his hard cock into her depths, gluing his 
cock-head to her hot, spongy womb. 

He plowed against her, their bodies sliding and rubbing against one another. 
He plunged all the way into her pussy and made her hips tip up and toss. He 
was all the way into her now! 

"OH, GOD!" she screamed as his huge prick filled her tiny pussy completely, 
stretching it out of shape but feeling wonderful all the same. His hard cock 
stretched larger and larger with every lunge he made into her hot, wet cunt. 
His dick grew so large and fat that Betsy was almost afraid that she 
couldn't accommodate another tiny bit. Then she felt the tremors of orgasm 
tearing through her body again. 

"Aaaaaagh!" she squealed loudly. "I'm coming again! You beautiful stud! FUCK 
ME AND COME!" 

"Ooooh!" he groaned, "I'm going to come, too! Here it is! HERE! UUUUH! UUHH! 
UUUHH!" 

He muttered and groaned. He ground his hips against her wide-open pussy. He 
plunged and rammed his big, thick cock all the way up her tiny cunt and let 
the spasms sweep through him. 

His prick jerked and blasted. He filled her cunt full. It ran and spurted 
from between her naked cunt-lips and his plunging- shaft. It coated and 
dripped over their bodies. Both of them gave long shuddering sighs and were 
still. 

"YEAAAAAA!" two voices came from the doorway. Betsy and Henry glanced up, 
startled to see Sam and Marylou standing there, clapping. Marylou had a 
gazed look on her face and she gazed at Henry with new respect. 

"Wow, Henry!" she gasped. "You certainly can fuck! Why didn't you ever fuck 
me that way?" 

"I thought you'd be shocked," Henry said, starting to laugh. "I have a 
feeling that I have a lot to learn and I'm going to learn most of it 
tonight!" 

Betsy jumped up, giggling. "Let's all go in the living room and fuck on the 
floor," she suggested, winking at Sam. "I'll bet between the three of us, we 
can teach Henry plenty of new tricks!" 

 Chapter Eight 

As soon as Betsy was sure than Henry was ready to hear about Marylou's 
horrible adventure with George, she told him. Sam and Marylou listened 
quietly as Betsy gave Henry full details. At first, Henry's face turned 
white with shock and then as soon as Betsy's words registered fully in his 
mind, he turned livid with anger. 

"Oh, Marylou!" he exclaimed. "You poor darling! I've been such a fool! If 
I'd only known what I know now about sex, you never would have been forced 
to sneak someone into Lydia's house. And you never would have been caught by 
that pervert, George!" 

Marylou smiled up at Henry happily. Everything was turning out just the way 
Betsy had promised. Henry was mad at George, not at her! And Henry was 
learning that kinky sex could be fun! 

"I think George ought to be taught a lesson," Betsy suggested, nudging Henry 
quietly. "Why don't you and I batch up a plan to fix old George's little red 
wagon while Sam and Marylou retire to the bedroom?" Then Betsy leaned close 
to Henry's ear and whispered, "I'm not through with you yet, Henry. Your 
cock was so good the first time I'm going to die if I don't get seconds! How 
about it? Can Sam and Marylou fuck while we lay around in here?" 

Henry squeezed Betsy's hand. Anything she wanted was fine with him. Marylou 
deserved a little fun and he was sure that Sam would give her a good time. 
Meanwhile he and Betsy could play games in the living room. 

"Go ahead, honey," he told Marylou. "Don't be shy now. Sam's been waiting 
all night for you and I sure don't mind. Go have yourself a little fun." He 
patted her quivering ass fondly. "You never know," he continued, winking at 
her. "You might learn something new to show me!" 

Marylou giggled. "You sure are turning into a little ole swinger, honey!" 
she breathed, a happy grin spreading across her face. "I just can't believe 
that y'all are real! Everything is so perfect, I just don't know what to 
do!" 

Sam got up off the couch. "I'll show you what to do, Marylou," he offered, 
leading the way to the bedroom. Betsy and Henry could hear Marylou's giggle 
as they walked down the hail. 

"I just can't believe that Henry's turned into such a swinger," Marylou said 
again, holding tightly to Sam's hand. "This is really great!" 

Sam closed the bedroom door behind them and folded Marylou into his arms. 
"I've been wanting to do this all night," he murmured, grasping one of her 
mammoth titties in his hands and rubbing and squeezing. "You have such 
beautiful, big boobs. Nothing turns me on any faster than a big-titted 
woman!" 

Marylou met Sam's eyes. She could feel the warmth grow in her tingly pussy 
when Sam admired her large titties. "Glad you like them Sam," she replied, 
licking her lips naughtily. "How would y'all like to suck them?" Then she 
reached inside her low-cut dress and lifted both huge titties out. "My 
nipples are hard, Sam," Marylou continued. "Y'all want to play with them or 
shall I play with them myself?" 

Sam groaned. Marylou was certainly sexy! He reached out and grabbed her 
swelling titties with both hands. His eager mouth approached one of 
Marylou's ripe, rosy nipples and it winked and grew right before his eyes, 
hardening and throbbing at the descent of his hungry mouth. Then Sam popped 
the cherry nipple into his mouth and sucked greedily. 

"OOOooh!" Marylou gasped, the delighted thrills in her nipple radiating 
right down to her creamy, slick, pulsing cunt. "Oooooh!" she gasped again as 
Sam moved his mouth to the other nipple, gliding it the same treatment. 
"You're a great little ole boob-sucker, Sam!" Marylou cried in bliss. "Bite 
them! Chew on my big red nipples! Make me come, Sam!" 

Sam obliged. He chewed and sucked, sucked and chewed, until Marylou was out 
of her mind with lust. Suddenly she couldn't control her passions any 
longer. She threw herself into Sam's arms and pressed her red lips tightly 
to his, her probing tongue seeking his in a searing hiss. 

"FUCK ME, SAM!" she cried lustily, not caring who heard. "I NEED COCK!" 

Sam's arms tightened around Marylou's trembling body. He had been right. 
Marylou was really a hot one. She was hungry for cock and he was just the 
right man to give it to her. He picked her up in his arms effortlessly and 
threw her gently on the big, king-sized bed. Then Sam undressed quickly, his 
eyes on Marylou. She stayed there on the bed that Betsy and Henry had just 
vacated and stared at his body as he undressed, gasping in happiness as she 
saw the dimensions of his huge, thick cock. It was shiny, rock-hard and 
long, thicker than she had ever dreamed possible! It was a cock fit for a 
stallion and she shuddered in fear and delight as she thought of his 
gigantic tool in her creamy, slick pussy! 

Sam stood there looking at her, grinning widely at her reaction to his 
gigantic cock. Women were always amazed at the size of his huge prick. This 
was nothing new to him. Sometimes he had encountered a little difficulty in 
convincing his would-be conquests that his huge cock would fit in. their 
tight cunts. He had to really talk fast but once they had experienced the 
delights of his cock, most of them came back again and again, for more of 
that fabulously large tool. Sam had no doubts about his ability to please 
women. All the girls had assured him that he was the best fuck they had ever 
had! 

Marylou didn't look in the least frightened as she gazed at his huge prick. 
She looked as eager as hell to try it out. Sam could tell that she was 
creaming in her wispy little panties, just looking at him! 

"Come on, Marylou," Sam said, grinning at her. 

"Let's go in the shower and play a few games before we really get down to 
business. Have you ever fucked in a shower?" 

Marylou shook her head. She'd fucked plenty of men before she and Henry were 
married, but none of them had ever flicked her in a shower. It sounded like 
fun! Her pussy tingled and creamed just thinking about it! She threw off her 
clothes quickly and followed Sam to the shower, where he was adjusting the 
water temperature. 

As soon as the water was adjusted to suit Sam's taste, he motioned for 
Marylou to step into the shower. "Come on, baby," he urged. "This is going 
to be a blast!" 

Marylou stepped in, gasping a little at the sudden surge of water that 
struck her body. She wondered exactly what Sam had in mind and she wanted 
cock and she didn't care how she got it, as long as she did! She would go 
along with whatever he wanted as long as he fucked her eventually. She 
trembled a bit as the hot water splashed against her skin. This might just 
be very exciting! 

Sam climbed in the shower with her and turned on the water full-force. The 
hot jets beat down on their satiny skins, splashing over them and running 
down in streams like a hot summer rain. Sam picked up the soap and lathered 
his hands until they were covered with suds. Then he reached out for 
Marylou's back, massaging and soaping her wet, glistening body thoroughly. 
He started at her ankles, working his way up her shapely legs and thighs, 
paying particular attention to her shimmering, slippery ass-cheeks, firmly 
kneading the soft, satiny flesh of her quivering buns, not missing an inch 
of her beautiful ass! Then he worked his way up her back, rubbing out a 
little tension of the day, ending at her neck and shoulders. 

"OOOoOoooooh!" Marylou moaned. 

Sam rubbed her Deck until she was fully relaxed and then he turned her 
around and took her into his strong arms. She gasped as their bodies 
touched. She took his giant cock pressing up against her belly, rubbing and 
poking at her smooth, warm skin. His bard cock was jutting up between them 
like a pole. 

Sam's lips came down on hers, gently at first and then harder and harder as 
he felt her pussy grind against his stiffly poking cock. Her pussy moved in 
circles as his tongue probed and explored the hot depths of her open mouth. 
Her tongue met his in an attempt to match his thrusts and probes and her 
clit moved frantically against his hard cock. 

"AAAAaaagh!" Marylou moaned. She felt like she would go crazy with wanting 
his dick. All she could think about was his hard cock inside her steaming 
pussy Sam pulled away from her, holding her at arm's length and staring at 
her quivering, wet body. "God! You've got fantastic boobs!" he exclaimed, 
reaching. out to tweak her large, rosy nipples. "They stick right out like 
apples on a free!" 

Marylou stood out in front of him proudly. She knew she had a sexy body. She 
was proud of her trembling, hard nipples and swelling, glistening titties. 

Sam picked up the soap again. He lathered both hands and reached out to grab 
her round, firm boobs, squeezing and rubbing with delight as he attempted to 
hold onto the slippery mounds of delicious flesh. No matter bow hard he 
tried to hold them, they kept slipping away. Marylou twisted slightly, 
making it impossible for Sam to get a firm hold on her soapy, slippery 
titties. 

"Can't catch them, Sam!" she called out above the roar of the rushing shower 
water. "I'm too fast for you!" 

Sam stepped quickly aside and let the rushing water rinse Marylou off 
thoroughly. It beat against her sensitive jugs, caressing them with streams 
of hot water. It cascaded down to her fluffy beaver and ran down her legs to 
the tile floor. 

"Now you're not slippery any more!" Sam shouted and leaned quickly forward. 
He sucked the tip of one throbbing knocker into his hot mouth, biting and 
chewing until Marylou thought she would die of lust! Her pussy pulsed and 
throbbed, and her hard little clitty poked out and trembled with delight! 

"000000W" she squealed. "FEELS SO GOOD! OOOOOOOH! DON'T STOP! OHHHHHHH!" 

Sam moved to the other firm nipple eagerly, giving it the same measure of 
attention, making Marylou shriek and moan in delicious agony. 

"God!" she moaned. "OH, GOD! 

She had never been so turned on! She could hardly wait until Sam touched her 
throbbing little ditty. It was standing right up with its rosy little head 
extended, begging for attention. 

Sam picked up the soap again and started to caress and wash her belly, 
rubbing smoothly over the gentle curves of satiny skin until he came to the 
wet, fluffy mound of her throbbing beaver. He soaped her pussy hair, combing 
his fingers through every strand, coming nearer and nearer to her pink, 
throbbing ditty with each stroke. 

"OOOOOOH! Marylou shrieked. "Touch my pussy! Make me come! Touch my hard, 
little ditty! PLEASE!" 

Sam parted the silky cunt hairs of her bushy mound and ran his fingers over 
the delicate folds of tender flesh on her pussy-lips. 

"AAAAAGH!" Marylou screamed, unable to stand any more of his teasing, gentle 
fingers. 

She reached down and took his hand in hers, guiding it forcefully to her 
protruding ditty and jamming his fingers against her little love bud. She 
felt the delicious sensations pour through her body as his finger stroked 
and probed in her hungry pussy. She started to tremble and shake so 
violently that she almost fell and he held her with one strong arm while his 
fingers continued to explore and pet her throbbing tit, driving her out of 
her mind with desire for his hard cock! He jammed three fingers in her tight 
little fuck-hole and she groaned and moaned with pleasure as he wiggled them 
in and out other hot, steaming cunt. 

"Want a real thrill, Marylou?" Sam asked and grinned as she nodded in 
answer. Then he positioned her directly in front of the showerhead, aiming 
the stream of hot water so that it directly splattered against her pulsing 
and throbbing ditty. 

"AAAAAGH!" Marylou shrieked as the water beat down on her sensitive flesh. 

Sam adjusted the water again, varying the strength and width of the stream 
splashing against her long, protruding ditty. This sent her into such 
tremors of ecstasy that she could barely stand it! 

Marylou moaned again as the hot water splashed right down on her throbbing 
little love bud, battering and pushing her little button this way and that, 
sending waves of incredible pleasure through her whole body. She moved 
forward, until the water was hitting her little bud full-force. She tried to 
drink up all the rushing water with her hungry, demanding pussy! 

Sam raised the showerhead, directing the stream of water directly onto her 
bobbing jugs, sending her rock-hard nipples quivering in delight. Her large, 
firm titties pulsed and throbbed, feeling the needle-sharp stream of water 
pound on them like millions of sharp, delicious fingers. The water droplets 
bounced off her hard, pouting nipples and ran down her belly to her aching 
and throbbing pussy below. She groaned again in absolute agonized pleasure. 

Sam aimed the water directly on her hard little clitty again, smiling with 
approval when she positioned herself so that the water would beat full-force 
against the most sensitive spot. This time Sam was going to let her come, 
but not until he had sunk his pulsing, bursting shaft in that sweet little 
second pussy of hers! 

One of the greatest pleasures in Sam's life was ass-fucking and he was sure 
that Marylou would love it, too, as soon as he finished showing her how it 
was done. She was so horny right now that he could bury his massive cock in 
her right ear and she would probably love it! 

Marylou's eyes were closed and she was concentrating on the delicious 
sensations the rushing water was creating in her trembling body. She didn't 
see Sam move in back of her until it was too late. Sam had already soaped 
his mammoth cock completely. He had lubricated it thoroughly for an easier 
penetration. He knew that Marylou would probably resist at first, and 
getting a lot of soap on his prick would help overcome her resistance in a 
hurry. 

Sam soaped his finger and poised for an instant, right outside the entrance 
to Marylou's little asshole. Then he shoved forward with his finger, right 
up the narrow pulsing channel of her fight, virgin bung! 

"YAAAAGH!" Marylou yelled as Sam's probing finger pushed its way up her 
tight asshole. "OOOOOH! What are you doing? OOOH, SAM!" 

"Just relax, Marylou. You'll love it!" Sam answered, leaving his finger 
firmly in place and wiggling it back and forth a little. He was sure that 
Marylou would love ass-fucking as soon as she relaxed a little. 

Marylou wasn't sure that she liked the new sensation she was feeling, but 
there was nothing she could do about it. Sam was standing behind her firmly 
and she couldn't move backward against him without shoving his finger in 
even farther. If she moved forward, she would lose the stream of water' 
sending delightful sensations through her tender ditty. She didn't want to 
do that, either! She was stuck, whether she liked it or not, and she hoped 
that she could learn to like it. It really was beginning to feel rather 
pleasant in an exciting sort of way. Her little shitter was getting used to 
the sensation. 

Marylou tried relaxing her ass muscles even more. She found that the more 
she relaxed, the better Sam's finger felt. She could feel Sam's arms tighten 
around her and she gave a gasp as she realized exactly what he intended to 
do! 

"OH, NO! SAM! DON'T PUT YOUR COCK IN MY ASSHOLE!" she screamed. "SAM! IT'LL 
HURT! DON'T!" 

"Just relax, Marylou, and I'll guarantee you it won't hurt," Sam soothed the 
frightened girl. "If it hurts after a few minutes, take it back out again, 
okay?" 

Marylou shuddered in anticipation. "I... I guess so... "she finally replied. 

Sam seemed to be so sure that she would like it and she had reed that 
ass-fucking was a real trip! 

Still, she was pretty nervous... 

"OOOOH!" she screamed as his long, thick, slippery cock rammed in her narrow 
shitter, sending sharp stabs of pain through her. The pain felt like knives 
from her head all the way down to her toes! 

"AIEEEEEEE!" she hollered, and Sam pulled all the way out. 

Marylou relaxed, thinking that her ordeal was over and Sam had decided that 
ass-fucking was simply too painful for her. She was planning to thank him 
and ask him to fuck her the regular way as soon as she could catch her 
breath. 

Marylou had guessed wrong, though. Sam was only preparing himself for a 
massive thrust that would bury his hard cock right up her narrow shit-chute, 
all the way to his balls. 

Sam tensed his body and rammed his hard, slippery cock all the way in again, 
finally holding Marylou in place with his hands. She was caught firmly 
between the delicious stream of water battering against her hard, little 
ditty; and his hard, pulsing cock, buried snugly in her ass! 

"AAAAAH! GOD!" Marylou shrieked. She had never felt such a group of 
conflicting sensations. She didn't know whether it felt good or whether it 
hurt! 

Sam humped faster and faster, driving forcefully into her tight little hung. 
After the first waves of pain had diminished, Marylou realized that his 
hard, thick prick in her narrow, second pussy actually felt good! She felt 
the beginnings of a massive orgasm racking her body as Sam battered and 
plunged in her hot, narrow channel. Marylou's body began to tremble so 
intensely that she would surely have sunk to the floor if Sam hadn't been 
holding her so tightly with his hands and his impaling shaft. 

Marylou relaxed her body totally and let the dual pleasures carry her away. 
Tremor after tremor of delight quivered through her lush body. 

"I LOVE IT!" she screamed as her pussy began to explode into thousands of 
spasms of joy. 

"ASS-FUCK ME! IT'S SO GOOD! I LOVE IT!" 

Then she collapsed against Sam, moaning and screaming in blissful horny 
pleasure. 

Sam felt the tremors of his own climax beginning. He rode it out with barely 
controlled delight. The contractions her pussy muscles made were so strong 
that he began to shoot his load of jism despite his intentions. Spurt after 
spurt of creamy white cock-cream went rushing forcefully up her narrow, hot 
ass-passage. Her whole shitter was bathed in his hot, creamy prick-juice. 
Her tremors of delight milked every drop of hot cream from his shaft until 
he shuddered and collapsed, too, leaning over her and breathing hard in 
ragged hoarse gasps. 

It took both of them a long time to gain their composure. Marylou just 
couldn't believe what had happened to her. She had actually been ass-fucked! 
The delightfully naughty experience she had only read about before had 
actually happened to her. And she had loved it! Her demanding pussy was 
totally satisfied. She could hardly wait to tell Henry about it. He would 
love it, too, she was sure! 

 Chapter Nine 

Betsy and Henry had thoroughly figured out what to do about George. All they 
had to do was to wait for Sam and Marylou to come out of the bedroom so they 
could tell them their plan. Sam and Marylou had been in the bedroom for a 
half-hour already, though, and it seemed as if they'd never come out. Both 
Betsy and Henry were getting very impatient! 

"Do you want to go and peek?" Henry asked, a gleam appearing in his eyes. 
"It's really a lot of fun to peek at someone." Then he looked quite 
embarrassed at having admitted liking to peek. 

Betsy didn't seem in the least bit shocked by Henry's admission. "Yeah, 
peeking is a real trip," she agreed. "Did you ever peek at ladies undressing 
when you were a boy, Henry?" 

"Oh, yes!" Henry replied, getting a little red in the face. "I used to peek 
at Miss Mortensen, the librarian. She lived just up the street from us and I 
used to climb her elm tree so I could peek in her window when she got ready 
for bed." 

"Did you used to beat off watching her?" Betsy asked, feeling her pussy 
begin to twitch faintly. "I'll bet you did, didn't you, Henry?" 

She reached over and patted Henry's stiffening cock. 

"Look at that! You're getting all excited just remembering! Wouldn't you 
have just died if Miss Mortensen had seen you and asked you to come in?" 

"Oh!" Henry exclaimed, the very thought of Miss Mortensen inviting him in 
made his cock jerk and harden still more. "I guess if she had, I probably 
would have been scared to death!" Henry admitted, grinning at Betsy. "I wish 
it had happened, though. I'd like to know what I would have done. I sure 
wish I could go back twenty years and do it all over!" 

Betsy sat thoughtful for a moment. The she laughed and clapped her hands 
together. "Why not?" she questioned. "We can do it! We'll just pretend! If 
we both really get into it, it might be a kinky way to pass the time till 
Sam and Marylou get through. Besides, it might even turn us on. Are you 
game, Henry?" 

"You mean just pretend that I'm a boy of fourteen again?" Henry asked. 

Betsy nodded. 

"Well, it can't do any harm," Henry replied, 

"and who knows, it might be fun." 

"All right," Betsy started off. "You pretend that you're up in the tree, 
peeking at me. I'm Miss Mortensen. I've just gotten ready for bed and I've 
got a really thin nightgown on. Ready? 

"Why, HENRY WILSON!" Betsy sputtered, pretending to be the fabled Miss 
Mortensen. "I see you in that tree peeking at me! Come in here this instant 
and apologize to me!" 

"But... Miss Mortensen. I w-was only... climbing the tree! I w-wasn't 
peeking at you honest, I wasn't" Henry stuttered, acting as if he were 
fourteen years old again. "I. . . I. . . I won't do it again, honest!" 

Henry knew that there was no use m arguing. He approached Betsy, who was 
sitting on the couch in her housecoat. "I'm sorry, Miss Mortensen," he said 
quickly and turned to go. "I've got to get home now. My mother's expecting 
me!" 

"Henry Wilson, you stay right here!" Betsy said angrily. "I want to know 
just why you were staring at me! Now tell me!" 

Henry gulped in surprise. He really felt like a fourteen-year-old boy caught 
in the act of peeking at the town librarian! He looked at Betsy furtively. 
She stood in front of him and Henry could see her firm titties swelling 
beneath the transparent dressing gown she wore. He had never seen anything 
like this before! 

Henry swallowed again nervously. What could he say? He couldn't really tell 
Miss Mortensen why he had been peeking at her! He couldn't tell her about 
how his young dick got hard just watching her and how he jerked off outside 
her window! He just didn't know what to say! 

"I . . . I . . . Ii don't know, Miss Mortensen," Henry finally said in 
desperation. He knew Miss 

Mortensen would be mad at him for not telling, but he figured tat she would 
be even madder if she knew why he stared at her every evening. 

Betsy walked seductively past Henry to shut the door behind him. "Now we're 
alone, Henry," she said in a sexy voice. Betsy was playing her part to the 
hilt. She wanted to really excite Henry and get him to believe his fantasy. 

"Now you don't have to be afraid that someone will see you here with me," 
she continued in a very seductive tone of voice. "I want you to be honest 
with me and tell me why you've been peeking at me every night." 

Henry swallowed with difficulty. He blushed a bright beet-red. "I...I...I 
don't know, Miss Mortensen," he stammered again miserably. 

"Then perhaps you can tell me why you're staring at my ass now," Betsy 
calmly asked, in a perfectly normal tone of voice. 

What could poor Henry say? He just swallowed again and turned a little 
redder in the face. 

"Do you like my ass?" Betsy asked calmly, turning around quickly and 
catching Henry by surprise. She was getting a little more daring now, but 
she knew she couldn't be too bold. She didn't want to scare Henry back to 
the present! 

"Do I what?" Henry asked in a choked voice, not daring to meet her eyes. He 
blushed uncontrollably. 

"I said, do you like my ass?" Betsy repeated clearly. "I notice that you've 
been looking at it for quite a few minutes now. What do you find so 
interesting, Henry?" 

"Oh. . . I'm sorry, Miss Mortensen... " Henry stammered, completely 
flustered. "It's just tat... I've never seen anyone wear such a... I ... 
your dress is so... " He stopped, looking like he was ready to burst into 
tears at any moment. 

"Don't be silly, dear boy," Betsy replied. "Of course you're not sorry! You 
meant to look, now didn't you? We don't have to play silly little babyish 
games, do we, Henry? I know that you wanted to look at my ass, and I don't 
mind a bit! Come now dear. Admit it! You wanted to look at my ass, didn't 
you?" 

"I...I...I... Of course I did, Miss Mortensen. . . I mean you're so 
beautiful! I've never seen anyone look so beautiful! Your dress .. It's so . 
. . so.. .so... " Henry trailed off, unable to find the right word. 

"Seductive?" Betsy suggested. "You mean my gown is seductive, Henry? Sexy? 
Is that what you mean, dear?" 

"Uh.. . Uh... YES!" Henry replied, not sure what he should say. No matter 
how he answered Miss Mortensen's questions, he had the feeling that he was 
getting himself deeper and deeper in trouble. 

"You sound like you're not really sure, dear," Betsy replied. "Don't you 
like my sexy gown?" 

"Uh . . .yes . . .of course I do ... " Henry said in a weak voice. 

Miss Mortensen was making him very flustered and he hoped that she wouldn't 
notice the hard, aching bulge in the front of his pants. Every time he 
looked at her lush body his prick grew a little more, until now it was 
almost bursting out of his pants. 

Betsy smiled. She licked her lips sexily. "I'm gad you like my ass, Henry. 
My goodness! You can't even see it very well through this gown I'm wearing. 
Wouldn't you rather see it better, dear?" 

"Uh...uh...uh...yeah! I mean, sure!" 

Henry replied, not knowing exactly what Miss Mortensen had in mind but 
wanting to agree with everything she said. 

Betsy turned around and lifted her gown slowly, exposing more and more of 
her shapely legs until the gown came right to the crack of her beautiful, 
shimmering ass-cheeks. 

"Do you want to see the rest, Henry?" she asked, turning her head to look 
over her shoulder at him. 

"Yes!" Henry gasped in a strangled voice. "Oh, God!" 

Henry almost came in his pants as Betsy revealed the full globes of her 
quivering ass-cheeks for his inspection. 

"Oh, God! God! Henry moaned, putting his hands over his eyes and peeking 
through his fingers at her beautiful ass-cheeks. 

"Do you like tern?" Betsy asked, playing her part perfectly. 

"Oh, yes!" Henry answered loudly. "I can't believe it! I just can't believe 
it!" 

"Oh, it's really happening all right," Betsy replied. "Everything is very 
real. Here. . . touch my ass-cheeks and you can tell that it's not a dream!" 

"Touch you?" Henry gasped, not sure he had heard correctly. "You mean, me 
touch you?" 

"Yes," Betsy replied. "I mean reach out and touch my ass-cheeks. I want you 
to feel my ass, Henry. You should be thrilled. After all, it's not every boy 
that gets a chance to feel his librarian's ass-cheeks! Come on now, dear. 
Quickly, before I change my mind and offer this opportunity to another boy a 
little older!" 

Betsy was so excited by this strange game she and Henry were playing that 
she almost quit pretending to be Miss Mortensen and grabbed Henry right then 
and there! Her pussy tingled and throbbed between her legs. She could feel 
the sticky cunt-cream start to flow, filling her pussy and dripping down her 
legs. She was HOT! 

Then she looked at Henry. Henry had almost changed in appearance! His face 
looked twenty years younger and he had an innocent expression that Betsy had 
never seen before. Henry really believed that he was a young teenage boy 
again, being seduced by the town librarian! 

Betsy could hardly wait for Henry to actually touch her. She could sense his 
muscles tensing, preparing for the reach to touch her ass-cheeks. She longed 
to feel his quivering, uncertain hands on her. 

Henry stood there, scared to death. He couldn't believe that Miss Mortensen 
actually wanted him to touch her ass! He swallowed hard and tried to control 
the aching and pounding in his hard prick. 

"Me...are you sure?" he stammered almost inaudibly, blushing deeply and not 
daring to look Miss Mortensen in the eye. 

"Yes!" Betsy replied. "Of course I'm sure, dear. Feel my ass, dear. You'll 
love it. Don't be nervous. Just reach out and feel my smooth, silky ass, 
Henry. Hurry! HURRY! If you wait too long, I might change my mind!" Then she 
moved backward, right up against Henry's hand. 

"Ooooooh!" Henry groaned as he felt her ass-cheeks right up against his 
shaking hand. He rubbed the smooth flesh tentatively, lightly running his 
fingers over her silky globes. "Oooooh! Your ass is so smooth, Miss 
Mortensen!" he gasped, unable to bide his pleasure. 

"Do you like my ass this way, dear?" Betsy asked. Her voice was low and 
husky, full of hot lust. 

"Oh, God, yes!" Henry replied, both hands moving over the silken halves of 
her beautiful, quivering ass. 

"Run your hands up and down my legs, too," Betsy suggested. "They feel good, 
too, dear." 

Betsy could hardly stand still. Her legs were trembling with excitement. 
This was just like actually seducing a young boy. She felt like she was 
living one of her fantasies! Henry's touch was so childish, so tentative. 
Betsy loved his shyness and nervousness. She could hardly wait for him to 
actually flick her! 

Henry grunted in enjoyment. His cock was growing so hard that he didn't know 
what to do! He dropped to his knees to try to hide the large bulge in his 
trousers. He wondered if she would be mad if she saw the bulge in his pants. 
Would she chase him out of her house and tell his mother that he had been 
hiding in the tree, watching her? He didn't know. He knelt on the floor, 
hoping that his raging cock would grow soft again, even though he was still 
playing with Miss Mortensen 's exciting ass. 

"Go right in between my ass-cheeks, dear," Betsy instructed. "That's fight, 
darling! Push your fingers right in there. Do you feel how warm and soft it 
is in there, dear? Can you feel my pussy yet? Move your fingers down 
farther, dear. That's right. Yes! Now you've got it! Right through there, 
dear! Ohhhhh! That's right! Just a little farther now. There! Now if you go 
just a little farther, you can feel the soft skin on my pussy. You want to 
do that, don't you, darling? Don't you want to feel my hot pussy?" 

"Jesus Christ! Feel your pussy? God! You don't mean it, Miss Mortensen! You 
wouldn't really let me feel you pussy, would you?" Henry gasped. 

He felt as if someone had hit him in the stomach with a hard ball. He could 
hardly talk he was so excited just thinking about touching Miss Mortenson's 
pussy. And the sexy way she was talking! He just didn't know what to make of 
that! It was almost like she was giving him the come-on, but she certainly 
couldn't be doing that. Could she? 

Henry felt his fingers touch the soft, silky skin of Miss Mortensen 's moist 
pussy and his fingers stroked gently. He just couldn't believe that this was 
actually happening to him! He was actually touching the outside of Miss 
Mortensen's cunt! God! 

Betsy felt wonderful. She was getting so excited that it was hard to 
maintain her calm. She wanted Henry to sink his beautiful, hard cock right 
in her burning snatch, but she had to stay cool and play her role. She knew 
that it would be that much better if she would act exactly like Miss 
Mortensen. Betsy felt like she was going crazy. She began to move her hips 
just a bit. His touch was so tantalizing. She had to have more. She had to 
entice him into her pussy! She had to inflame him with the blaze of lust 
that enveloped her own lush body! 

"Go ahead, dear," she cajoled. "You can touch it inside, too. II want to 
show you what a hot cunt feels like. Touch a little harder, dear. That's 
right! Oooooh! Do it, dear! Do it!" 

Betsy squeezed her legs together and trapped Henry's hand between her 
thighs. Henry trembled from head to toe. He was actually touching Miss 
Mortensen's pussy! And it sounded as if she liked it! Henry had always 
thought that girls let boys touch their pussies because the boys wanted to. 
It had never occurred to him that the girls might actually invite such 
caresses. 

"Ooooh! That feels so good, dear!" Betsy sighed, squeezing Henry's band even 
harder between her silky, long legs. 

"My pussy is getting all hot and steamy! Can you feel it, dear? Does it feel 
good to you?" 

Henry was at a loss for words. He simply didn't know what to say. He gulped 
and stammered. "yes... it feels good!" Henry was beside himself. When he had 
first touched Miss Mortensen 's hot, moist pussy, he had jerked his hand 
back like he bad touched a bed of hot coals. Now he plunged his hand forward 
eagerly, petting and touching the hot, slick surface of her burning cunt. He 
wanted to tell her how much he liked it but couldn't. All he could do was to 
make meaningless grunting sounds. He whimpered in exasperation. His balls 
felt like they would burst! His rock-hard cock ached and throbbed in 
delicious agony! 

"You must like my pussy, Henry," Betsy said boldly. "I can hear you panting 
and groaning. Would you like to look at it up close?" 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Henry sputtered, barely able to control himself at the thought 
of actually being able to see Miss Mortensen's pussy up close. 

Betsy saw that Henry was whimpering with delight. She smiled with a lusty 
twinkle in her eyes. Then she unzipped her dressing gown and shook it off 
her shoulders, letting it fall in a satiny pool on the rug. 

Henry raised his eyes slowly to her titties. He gasped in shock. He had 
never seen such beautiful titties, not even in pictures! Her boobs were like 
two mounds of creamy ice cream, perfectly formed and peaked with stiff 
little brown marbles which winked and nodded at him. 

"OOOoooh." Henry moaned, unable to think of anything to say to tell her how 
beautiful she was. "Do you like my titties?" Betsy asked, holding them up 
with her hands and running her fingers lightly over the perky brown nipples. 
"I know you liked my pussy, but you haven't said anything about my titties 
yet. Do you think they're pretty, dear?" 

Henry looked up from his kneeling position. "Oh, yes, Miss Mortensen!" he 
gasped out. "They're beautiful!" 

Betsy smiled down at Henry. This was working even better than she had 
imagined. She was completely in control. Henry would do whatever she wanted, 
without the slightest hesitation. 

"Why don't you come a little closer, dear," she invited softly. "Don't be 
afraid, dear. I know just what you're feeling, right now. I felt the same 
way the first time I saw a man's cock. It's kind of scary, isn't it, Henry? 
Scary and exciting at the same time! Now, don't worry, dear. There's nothing 
to be afraid of. You won't do anything wrong. Just come a little closer and 
look at my nice, hot pussy. Come here, Henry. That's right. Just a little 
closer, dear, darling boy." 

Betsy wanted to throw herself in Henry's arms and shout for him to fuck her, 
but she knew she had to play out this strange and exciting game to the very 
end. Henry moved forward slightly and Betsy smiled warmly in encouragement. 

"Just a little closer, darling," she murmured. Her slick cunt was creaming 
hotly in response to his forward movement. 

Betsy reached down and spread the wet, pink lips of her moist pussy. She 
framed her silky beaver with the fingers of both hands, smiling all the 
while. 

"Come on, dear," she whispered eagerly. 

"Touch me right here, lover. I want you to. Touch me, dear boy!" 

Henry reached forward eagerly, and touched the silky inside of Betsy's hot, 
forbidden pussy. He shivered uncontrollably and felt a warm flush of desire 
originate in his balls and spread upward to the very tip of his throbbing 
and pulsing cock. 

"Oooooh! So warm!" he gasped as his fingers made contact with her hot 
pussy-flesh. 

Betsy covered his trembling fingers with hers and pressed his hand flat 
against her throbbing cunt. "Do you feel how hot my pussy is, darling 
Henry?" she asked softly. "It's all hot and wet for you, lover! I'll bet 
that you never thought you could make my pussy all hot and wet, did you, 
Henry?" Henry stopped trying to speak. It was no use. He was too horny to 
even talk! All he could think about was Miss Mortensen's hot, moist pussy 
and his hot, raging cock. 

"But you're just barely touching me, dear!" Betsy said, frowning slightly. 
"It must be hard for you to see in that position. I know what I'll do for 
you, you dear boy," she continued in a low, lusty voice. "I'll just sit 
clown here on the couch and you can really see my hot, pink pussy! Would you 
like that, Henry?" 

Henry could no longer speak. All he could manage was a slight nod and a 
panting gasp as Betsy sat down on the couch and spread her hot pussy open, 
just for him! 

"There!" Betsy breathed softly. "Isn't that much nicer, dear? Why don't you 
touch it? Go ahead, darling. Sink your fingers right in my hot, creaming 
pussy. Do it!" 

Betsy reached out and grabbed Henry's arm, pulling him forward. He fell 
forward slightly and lost his balance, toppling forward against her nude 
body. 

"OOOOoh!" he groaned as his face pressed right up against her smooth thighs. 
"Oooooh! Miss Mortensen! We shouldn't! OOOooh!" 

Betsy felt Henry's mouth press up against her inner thighs and she thought 
she would go crazy with lust. Her pussy was creaming and throbbing wildly. 
She felt the stirrings of orgasm deep in her slick pussy, and she fought the 
urge to press his mouth right down in her burning snatch. She began to moan 
and writhe as she forced herself to regain her calm. She mustn't blow it 
now. She had to carry on the game. This was the most exciting fantasy she 
had ever played! 

Betsy ran her fingers through Henry's hair, moaning softly despite her 
efforts to stop. She pushed him gently, slowly, closer and closer to her 
creaming pussy. She could feel his hot, panting breath against her smooth 
thighs and his face felt incredibly hot against her skin. Finally she had 
him in the right position. He was very still against her hot, pulsing cunt, 
not moving a muscle, waiting for her instructions. She could guess the wild, 
sexy thoughts that must be racing through his mind when he felt her silky 
beaver rubbing right up against his cheeks. She knew he must be almost out 
of his head with desire! She sat quietly for a moment, feeling his ragged 
breath on her pussy, letting him imagine all sorts of sexy and forbidden 
delights. Then she pushed his face away gently. 

"See, dear?" she said softly, her voice quivering in spite of her effort to 
control herself. "A pussy is fun to look at, isn't it? Most girls your age 
won't let boys look at their pussies, but I want you to, dear! Just look all 
you want, Henry. This is your chance to see a woman's hot pussy up close! 
It's pretty, isn't it, dear? And see how hot it makes me to know you're 
looking at it? See all the creamy pussy-juice soaking my hot cunt? You're 
making me hot, Henry. Very hot! See how my pussy-juice flows, Henry? You're 
making my pussy wet, darling!" 

Henry could only gulp in fascination and excitement. He couldn't stop 
staring at the beautiful wet, pink pussy spread out right before his virgin 
eyes! He began to pant in agony as he stared openly at her pink, slick cunt. 
He wanted to reach out and part her hot, wet pussy-lips but he was frozen in 
place, staring. 

Then Betsy did something that almost made him come right there in his jeans! 
She reached down and parted her crimson cunt-lips, exposing her hot, slick 
pussy completely! 

"Oh, God!" Henry gulped as he saw her wet, slick inner pussy and the hard, 
throbbing knob of her love button above the pulsing pink channel. 

He couldn't believe what Miss Mortensen was doing! She really seemed to 
enjoy having him stare at her open pushy! His rock-hard prick gave a jerk of 
excitement and Henry gasped in agony. He was almost coming! Miss Mortensen 
was making him so hot he could scarcely control himself! All the sexy 
stories about flicking he had ever read couldn't equal what was happening to 
him right now! 

Henry gasped again as Betsy's fingers grasped her little shiny clit and 
railed it between her fingers. She pinched her love button with obvious lust 
and sighed passionately. Henry gulped and stared, wanting to do something, 
but not sure what was expected of him. He groaned again as his balls 
throbbed and ached in the tight confines of his pants. 

"Ohh!" Betsy sighed. "Look, Henry! See how my little, horny clitty loves to 
be touched? It's poking right up, waiting for me to play with it. See how it 
throbs when I touch it? You don't know how good that feels. There's only one 
thing that would feel better right now! Would you help me feel good, Henry? 
Would you give me a real thrill if I showed you how?" 

"Uh.. . uh... sure! Sure I would, Miss Mortensen!" Henry gasped. "Anything! 
I'll do anything you want!" 

"I'd love it if you'd pinch my little clitty, Henry," Betsy said, looking 
directly at the flustered boy in front of her. "Do you think you could do 
just what I'm doing? It's so good, Henry! See how wet my pussy is getting 
when I play with my ditty? It would get even hotter and wetter if you'd do 
it! Touch me, darling! Touch me right there!" 

Betsy squealed when she felt Henry reach out and touch her hot little ditty 
with trembling fingers. She didn't know how much longer she could hold out 
before she came! 

"YES!" she urged. "That feels so wonderful, darling! Touch my little clit, 
dear. A little harder now! Roll it around in your fingers just the way I 
showed you! You want to make Miss Mortensen feel good, don't you, dear? Make 
me hot, darling! Make me wild! Feel it for me, darling boy! OOOOooh! That's 
wonderful! You touch me so good! Oooooh!" 

Henry did exactly what she said, pinching her little hard love button just 
the way she told him. His touch was firmer now. He was learning fast. Miss 
Mortensen was teaching him just the way she liked it. She sounded like he 
did when he played with himself. He knew she was having a good time! His 
hand was dripping with her creamy pussy-juice. She was so wet he was sure 
that she would soak the couch, but she didn't seem to care. All she cared 
about was his fingers on her throbbing and pulsing cunt! 

Then, suddenly, Betsy pushed his hand away. "Will you do something else for 
me, darling?" she asked in a breathless voice. "Will you do something that 
will make me feel even better? Would you like to do that, darling? Would you 
like to hear me squeal and cry with pleasure?" 

Henry nodded. "YES!" he cried, caught up in her excitement. "Anything you 
want, Miss Mortensen! I want to make you feel wonderful! Anything!" 

"I want you to taste my hot pussy, Henry!" Betsy whispered hoarsely. "Would 
you do that for me? Would you lick and suck my hot pussy?" 

"Lick it? You mean really?" Henry replied, shocked by her words. He had read 
stories about licking girls' pussies but he had never even come close to the 
real thing. "Oh, yes!" he shouted. "Can I? Can I really lick it, Miss 
Mortensen?" 

"Oh, yes, Henry!" Betsy replied, panting with emotion. "You really can! Just 
lick and suck it all over, darling. Here! Here's my wet, hot pussy for you 
to lick! Come on, Henry! Put your long tongue in my twat! Here!" She held 
her steaming pussy open and pulled his face towards her snatch. 

"DO IT, DARLING! LICK MY CUNT!" 

Betsy went wild as she felt Henry's hot face touch her open pussy. She 
pressed his face down until it was nestled right up against her creamy, 
musky cunt. She forced his face right down in her gaping cunt and gasped as 
she felt him rub his nose against her jerking ditty. 

Henry went wild as she pressed his face down. He buried his nose in Miss 
Mortensen 's incredibly hot twat and smelled the heady, wild musky scent of 
her burning pussy. He almost creamed his pants as he thought of what she was 
letting him do! There he was, innocent Henry Wilson, kneeling right in front 
of Miss Mortensen's hot pussy, pressing his face against her hot, wet flesh! 
He had never, in his wildest dreams, imagined such a thing could ever happen 
to him! 

"Do it, darling!" Betsy squealed. "Lick my pussy! Hurry! Make me feel good, 
darling! SUCK ME! EAT ME! HURRY!" 

Henry went wild! He did what he was told and then some! He flicked out his 
long tongue and ran it up and down the length of her burning, wet gash. The 
taste of her musky sweetness drove him even wilder and he began lapping and 
sucking with a frenzy. Her hot pussy tasted sweeter and sweeter by the 
moment! He sucked greedily, trying to drink up every bit of her pussy-cream. 
He just couldn't get enough! 

"Oooooh!" Betsy squealed. "Lick my ditty, too, darling! Taste my hot, little 
clit!" 

Henry moved quickly to her hard throbbing love button and touched it with 
the tip of his hot, thrusting tongue. Betsy almost fell off the couch with 
the electric shock his hot tongue gave her! Thrills raced through her 
quivering body and she shook uncontrollably. She felt tongues of flame 
rushing around and around inside her body, building and building in a 
crescendo of passion. Her whole body felt like it would be consumed with the 
fires of her lust! 

"Yesssss! Oh, yesss!" she shouted. "Suck it! Suck it hard, darling! Suck my 
little love bud! Bite it a little, dear! Nibble my hard, hot clitty! Oh, 

God! You're so good! You do that just right! You're the best pussy-eater 
I've ever had! Oh, Henry! Keep licking! Don't stop! Lick and nibble! Lick 
and suck! OOOooh! That's fight, darling! You're doing it just fight! More! 
Do it more, darling! Suck it harder! OOOooh! You're driving me crazy, dear! 
CRAZY!" 

Henry couldn't believe that he was making her so horny. Her squeals and 
screams of passion made him lick and suck even harder and faster. He was 
going to suck her so good that she would never need anyone else! He was 
going to be her prize number-one cunt-licker! 

He pressed his lips against her hot pussy and moved his face back and forth, 
hearing her squeals of passion. He sucked and tugged at her hot, little 
clit, feeling her jerk and writhe beneath his lips and face. He sucked in 
sharply, sucking her hard, throbbing clitty right into his mouth and then 
released it with a sudden snap. He felt her hands tug wildly at his hair as 
she jerked uncontrollably, lust consuming her whole body. He scraped his 
teeth against her little button, hearing her screams and sighs. He knew he 
was pleasing her! 

"OOOOOH! Stick your tongue all the way up my hot pussy-hole!" Betsy 
screamed, no longer able to control herself. "Fuck me with your tongue! Use 
your tongue like a stiff little cock and fuck me with it! Fuck me with your 
hot tongue! Yessss! Stick it right up there! OOOooh! That's right, darling! 
That's right! WONDERFUL! OOOOOOH!" 

Betsy threw her legs up around Henry's shoulders, holding him desperately in 
place. She wanted to keep his hard, horny tongue in ha hot cunt forever! 

Henry struggled a bit against her hot, quaking pussy. She was holding him so 
tightly, he felt like he was drowning in her flooding cunt. It was getting 
harder and harder to catch his breath, her legs were wrapped so tightly 
around him. Then, abruptly, she let him go. 

"Oooooh!" she cooed. "Oh, darling, I didn't realize! You must be all out of 
breath. It was just so marvelous I didn't ever want you to stop. But I 
should let you catch your breath, shouldn't I? You poor darling! You've been 
licking and sucking for all you're worth on my hot pussy and I haven't given 
you any thrills yet, have I? You poor dear! I think it should be your turn, 
don't you?" 

"Well... I don't know, Miss Mortensen," Henry replied, trying to catch his 
breath, not really sure what she was talking about. "My turn?" he asked, in 
a puzzled tone of voice. 

"Why certainly, dear!" Betsy replied. "After all, I've been having all the 
fun, haven't I? I'll bet your poor cock is just bursting out of your jeans, 
isn't it?" 

Henry blushed and dropped his eyes. He didn't know what to say. She was 
fight. His cock was practically breaking out of his pants with lust. 

"I. . . I. . . I don't know what you mean, Miss Mortensen," he answered, 
blushing as all sorts of exciting possibilities leaped to mind. 

"Well, darling," Betsy continued, her voice becoming calm again. "I think I 
should do something nice for that hard cock of yours now. You made my hot 
pussy feel so good. I'd like to make your hard cock feel just that good! Can 
you guess how I'd like to do that, dear? Can you guess what I'm going to 
do?" 

Betsy reached down and stroked his thigh feeling the bulge of his cock jerk 
upward towards her stroking fingers. "You've made me feel so very wonderful, 
Henry. The least I can do in to return the favor. Don't you think that would 
be 'fair, darling? Wouldn't you like to have Miss Mortensen work on your 
hard cock the seine way you worked on my hot pussy?" 

Henry gulped, his face turning bright red. "Oh, yes!" he breathed. "But.. . 
but ... you don't have to, you know! I mean . .. you can't want to!" He 
struggled for words, failing miserably. He was almost in tears, trying to 
assure her that anything she wanted was fine with him. He couldn't imagine 
any female actually wanting to suck his cock! 

"I'm not just doing it because of you, darling," Betsy replied boldly. 
"Women like to suck cocks, Henry! Didn't you know that? I'd love to suck 
your hard cock for you, dear. Wouldn't you like me to, dear? Especially if 
you knew that I really wanted to?" 

"Uh. . . yes! I sure would! Yeah! Of course I'd like it, Miss Mortensen! 
Nobody ever... I mean I never thought that... Oh, shit, Miss Mortensen! Pd 
love it!" Henry finally managed to blurt out. He dropped his eyes quickly to 
the floor and tilted uncomfortably, not daring to meet her eyes. 

Betsy sank to her knees in front of Henry, keeping her arms tightly around 
his body. "Now just stand there like a goad boy," she said, "and let me take 
care of you, Henry!" 

Betsy could see Henry starting to calm down. He drew a deep shuddering 
breath and pressed his hips tightly against her. His big, hard cock pressed 
right up against her face and he groaned as he realized that his throbbing, 
rigid dick was only a thin thickness of cloth away from her hot lips and 
luscious mouth. 

Betsy could scarcely control herself. She wanted 

Henry's hard cock in her mouth right now! She wanted to tear his clothes off 
and stuff his big, swelling cock all the way down her hot, sucking throat. 

"Oh! Your cock is so hard, Henry!" she gasped in delight. "I can feel how 
big you are right through your pants. You've really got a big one, dear! 
Just look at how hard it is!" 

She saw that Henry's eyes were closed tightly and his face wore an 
expression of absolute agony. 

"Here, darling," Betsy said, reaching for his zipper. "Just relax now, and 
let me take care of everything." 

Her hands were at the top of his zipper and she lingered there for a moment, 
letting his excitement build even higher. 

Poor Henry was beside himself with lust! He could feel her fingers at the 
top of his zipper and he could scarcely wait until she pulled it down, 
freeing his hard, pulsing cock. His balls churned and stretched between his 
legs, driving him wild with passion. He was afraid that he would shoot off 
any second, just thinking about her hands at the top of his zipper. He 
certainly didn't want to cream in his jeans! Miss Mortensen would think he 
was terribly childish if he did that! 

"Oooooh!" Henry moaned and then opened his eyes wide to stare at Miss 
Mortensen's beautiful face. "OOOoh, God!" he cried out, barely managing to 
get control over his pulsing shaft. "Oh, please don't touch me like that, 
Miss Mortensen! I'm just about ready to shoot off! Oh, please! Don't!" 

"Oh, my!" Betsy exclaimed, dropping her hands down. "Well, don't worry about 
it. If you come now, I'll just get you hard again and you can come again 
later!" 

Betsy laughed softly and tightened her arms around his legs. 

"My goodness, darling, is that all you've been worried about? Why, I'd 
consider it a real compliment if you shot off before I even touched you. 
That would mean that I'd made you very horny, wouldn't it?" 

"Oh, yes!" Henry answered, relaxing. "I almost shot off a couple of times 
before when I was licking.... your pussy!" He finally managed to say the 
forbidden word and a pleased expression crossed his handsome face. 

Betsy laughed. "You can say all the naughty words you want to, dear," she 
told him. "Naughty words make me horny! Don't they make you horny, darling?" 

"Oh, yes!" Henry answered, glad that he had said something to please her. A 
smile flashed across his face. "You mean you're not mad at me, Miss 
Mortensen? It doesn't make you mad that I peeked at you and I almost shot 
off in my pants and I said a nasty word?" 

"My goodness, no!" Betsy replied. "The only effect those things had was to 
make me horny!" She smiled at him widely. "Now unbuckle your belt, dear, and 
I'll unzip your pants. Let's see that beautiful cock of yours. I can tell 
that it's a beauty!" 

Henry managed to undo his belt buckle and he stood proudly, waiting for her 
to unzip his pants. He wasn't as nervous now. It seemed that Miss Mortensen 
understood his fears perfectly. He watched her hands fumble at the top of 
his zipper, starting to slide it slowly down. 

"Oh, Henry!" she cried. "I can hardly wait! I can tell that nice cock of 
yours is huge!" 

She tugged his zipper all the way down and gazed in fascination at the 
curly, black nest of his cock hair. She pressed her face right up to his 
crotch and sniffed the heady male scent of his arousal. Then she licked 
lightly at his wiry hair, teasing his nest with her pretty, pink tongue. 

"Oooooh! You've got a nice batch of cock hair, darling!" she exclaimed, 
running her fingers through the wiry black hair. "Will you let me take out 
your beautiful cock now, dear? Will you let me lick and suck it the way I 
want to? The way that you licked and sucked my pussy? Will you, Henry 
darling?" 

Henry groaned in delight. "YES!" he shouted, barely able to control his 
voice. He just couldn't believe that she was begging to suck his cock! He 
felt his hard shaft throb and jerk in his pants, demanding to be released. 
He could hardly wait! 

Betsy reached out and grabbed his cock, pulling it swiftly from his pants. 
She heard his groan of delight as his hard, jutting cock burst free from its 
confinement. 

Betsy stared at his cock like a drowning man stares at a lifeboat. There was 
complete rapture on her face. She stared at his jerking shaft for a long 
moment and then touched him gently with her fingers. She traced up the 
length of his huge dick and softly rubbed the huge, swelling head. She 
slipped her finger up to his piss-hole and swept up the drop of pearly juice 
that dripped from the end of his jerking prick. She held her finger up to 
her mouth and slowly opened her pink lips. 

"Oooooh! I've got to taste you!" she exclaimed and stuck her whole finger in 
her hot mouth, sucking noisily. Her eyes closed in ecstasy. "UMMMMmmm!" she 
moaned. "You taste so good, darling! Can I have more, darling? Can I suck 
your cock now?" 

Henry shuddered violently. She liked it! She liked the taste of his juice? 
He gasped out a tortured answer, hardly able to speak, he was so delighted! 

"Now, hold on, darling," Betsy said soothingly. "I know it's going to be 
terribly exciting when I stick your nice, hard cock in my mouth. I don't 
want you to come, though. I want to suck and lick your prick for a long time 
before you come. Will you promise to stop me if you feel like you have to 
come? Will you promise me that, darling? Do you think you could do that for 
horny Miss Mortensen, darling?" 

"YES!" Henry gasped, not knowing how long he could stand to hear her sexy 
talk before he came right there in front of her face. "Yes, I promise, Miss 
Mortensen!" 

Betsy opened her mouth wide and plunged it down over the head of his hot, 
pulsing cock. She pushed her head down until his soft throbbing cock-head 
touched the back of her throat. His cock tasted salty and the few drops of 
pre-cum that oozed from his tortured knob made her hot throat slippery and 
slick. She heard his low scream of delight as she started to suck and 
swallow, moving her mouth up and down on his jerking shaft. 

"AAAagh!" Henry groaned, doing his best to think about something else 
besides the delicious sensations her sucking mouth and nipping lips were 
creating in his near-bursting cock. He had never felt anything like it. 
Then, suddenly he just couldn't stand it any longer. He had to come! He had 
to! He just couldn't take one second more of the sexy, delicious agony. 

"OH! STOP!" he screamed as he felt his balls throb in agony. "STOP, MISS 
MORTENSEN! IF YOU DON'T STOP, I'LL COME IN YOUR 

MOUTH!" 

Betsy pulled her mouth away from his cock with a sudden smacking sound. 

"Oh, poor darling!" she exclaimed, seeing the tortured expression on his 
face. "That must have been terribly uncomfortable for you, but you were a 
good boy to tell me to stop. Now we're going to do something that's even 
more fun. We're going to flick, Henry! Would you like to fuck me, dear?" 

"Oh, GOD! YESSSS!" Henry shouted, almost shooting off at the very thought of 
burying his hard prick in her hot pussy. He had liked licking pussy and 
having his cock sucked so well, he knew that he was going to love fucking! 

Betsy was wild with lust. She had loved sucking Henry's cock! It had been 
just like she had hoped. Henry was as turned on as a young boy, and now she 
was going to get his cherry! Of course she knew that this was all a fantasy, 
but while it was happening, it was very real to her, and it turned her on 
wildly. 

"Quickly, dear! Quickly! Come and fuck me! I want your big, hard prick in my 
pussy. Dive it to me, dear! Don't be afraid! You'll love it! I'll help you! 
Hurry, darling! Hurry! Fuck me! I need your big cock right now!" 

Betsy's eyes were blazing with lust. Her cunt was blazing, too. She was 
trembling and shaking with the excitement her little game had given her. Now 
it was time! Henry was going to fill her hot pussy with his huge, virgin 
cock! 

Henry threw himself on top of her lush body, not really knowing what to do. 
He rooted and grabbed but he wasn't exactly sure how to go about this whole 
thing. His hard cock jerked and throbbed wildly and he tried to guide it 
into her pussy but he was just too excited to aim it properly. He felt his 
cock jerking up against his belly, oozing juice, and his balls were almost 
bursting with passion. 

"That's right," Betsy hissed eagerly. "Yes! Just lie here and I'll help 
you!" 

She wrapped her arms around his shaking body, holding him close. Then he 
reached down between Henry's legs and grabbed his jerking hard cock. It was 
pounding against her pussy-mound, trying in vain to enter her hot cunt-hole. 

"I'm going to put your hard cock in my hot pussy now, darling," she said, 
her voice trembling. "When I tell you, I want you to start pushing it inside 
me. Do you understand, darling? It'll feel just like jacking off, only 
better! Can you do that, darling? Can you flick me, Henry?" 

"YES!" Henry gasped, ready for anything she asked of him. He would try 
anything she wanted! 

Betsy grabbed tightly onto Henry's jerking cock and guided it right to the 
entrance to her tight pussy-hole. She felt her cunt-lips shivering as his 
huge cock-head pressed against them. She felt the burning heat of his hard 
cock spreading over the trembling surface of her horny pussy. She could 
hardly wait to give him his first taste of fucking. 

"Now, darling! Push it inside my pussy now! Shove it hard! Fuck me, darling! 
Fuck me hard!" 

Henry lunged forward again and again. Miss Mortensen 's pussy felt so good, 
he could hardly believe it! It was so hot and so juicy! His cock felt ready 
to explode. His mind was reeling. He felt his hard cock being sucked right 
down to the very bottom of Miss Mortensen's burning pussy. It felt like she 
was squeezing the cum right out of his bails! He could feel the heat build 
in his balls and he knew that he was about to come! He fucked faster and 
faster, grinding his hard prick into her slick, hot cunt with a violence he 
had never felt before! It was wonderful! 

"Oh, God, Henry! Your cock is getting bigger right inside of me!" Betsy 
squealed. "I can feel your cock growing bigger and bigger! It's filling me 
up, darling! It's choking my pussy! Drown me with your cum, darling! Flood 
my pussy with your hot cock-juice! Come hard, darling! HARD! Yes! Oh, 
yessss! Do it to me! SHOOT ME FULL!" Betsy screeched, digging her 
fingernails into Henry's back in ecstasy as she felt the thrills run through 
her body. 

"Oh... I'm going to come! I'm almost ready! Oh!" Henry cried, feeling the 
cum build up to the bursting point in his long, hard shaft. 

"YES!" Betsy screamed. "I'm coming, too! Fuck me hard! FUCK ME! COME, HENRY! 
COME HARD!" 

Henry plunged his cock into her hot pussy again and again, harder and 
harder, growing wilder and wilder with his every lunge. The sensations of 
tight cunt gave him were incredible! Her pussy worked against the shaft of 
his hard cock, sucking and gripping it ecstatically. His balls slammed up 
against her creamy ass-cheeks with every lunge and he felt the cum boil up 
in his hard cock. He felt her sharp fingernails scraping the skin of his 
back and suddenly all the sensations were just too delicious to take any 
more. He had to come! It was just too good to be true! He felt himself start 
to explode inside her hot, sucking pussy. His balls blasted between his legs 
and he felt suddenly weak. Then his cock jerked and shot like a burst of 
firecrackers. His hot, shooting cum blasted and blasted out of his dick, 
thrilling him beyond belief! He thought he would never stop coming. He had 
never come so hard or so long! 

Betsy screamed as she felt his cock explode into her hungry cunt. Orgasm 
tore through her body like a tornado, swirling her around and around in 
ecstasy. She seemed to come millions of times at once, her pussy muscles 
squeezing and contracting around Henry's blasting cock. She could feel his 
hot cum jet into her, filling her aching pussy with hot fuck-juice. She 
heard herself crying and moaning but she couldn't stop. She didn't want to 
stop. She wanted to come and come, forever and forever, Then she felt her 
body relax and a warm, satisfied glow spread over her hot, still-twitching 
pussy. 

She heard Henry panting softly on tap of her and she knew that it had been 
just as good for him as it had been for her. She reached up and stroked his 
hair gently. 

"How about that," she muttered softly. "Tell me that wasn't the best luck 
you ever had!" 

Henry laughed softly. "Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed, gazing at her face 
strangely. "You know I really believed that you were Miss Mortensen? God 
damn! What a blast! This fantasy stuff is dynamite!" 

 Chapter Ten 

"That's absolutely perfect!" Lydia squealed as Betsy and Marylou told her 
the scheme that had been cooked up. "George will be absolutely beside 
himself! Oh, I can hardly wait!" 

"Just come over at about eight and we'll take care of everything," Betsy 
giggled. "We're going to have a great evening!" 

"I can hardly wait to see George's face when we do it," Marylou added. "I'll 
bet we blow George's little ole mind!" 

"It's a cinch he'll never try anything behind my back again," Lydia 
retorted, a huge smile breaking out on her face. "You mean Henry really 
thought up the whale thing?" 

"You bet!" Marylou replied proudly. "Henry's turned out to be quite a 
swinger!" 

"Don't be late," Betsy cautioned. "We'll all be waiting for you to arrive." 

At precisely eight o'clock Betsy's front doorbell rang. Marylou and Henry 
stifled their amusement as Sam went to answer the door. 

"Now remember," Betsy cautioned them, "just let Sam do all the talking." 

Lydia and George entered the room. Lydia immediately went to the couch to 
enter into a conversation with Marylou and Henry, while George talked with 
Sam. 

"How about a drink, George?" Sam asked courteously. 

"Sure!" George replied, smiling. He had no idea that he was being set up for 
a totally unusual experience by his wife and his neighbors. 

A half-hour later George was a bit blurry-eyed. He hadn't realized that Sam 
was mixing his drinks double strong. He blinked rapidly, trying to keep the 
room in focus, but be couldn't seem to do it. Sam had done his work well as 
bartender. 

"Well, let's play a game," Sam said cheerfully. "I've got a new game I 
learned the other day at work. Who wants to be it?" 

"Let George be it!" Lydia offered, right on cue. "George is really good at 
games, aren't you, honey?" 

George shook his head, trying to clear it. "Well," he answered slowly, "I 
guess so... "He blinked his eyes rapidly. "Sure! I'll be it! What do I have 
to do?" 

"Just let me put this blindfold on you, George," Sam answered. "Then see if 
you can guess what's going on. It's a sort of guessing game. We're going to 
try to stump you. You have to guess what we're doing without actually seeing 
us or touching anything. Do you think that'd be too hard for you?" 

"Hell, no!" George replied. He knew that he was good at games. No one could 
put anything over on him! He wasn't born yesterday! 

"Better fix his hands so he doesn't try to touch anything!" Betsy suggested, 
trying not to giggle. 

"Good idea," Sam answered. "Here, George. Slip your hands into these 
handcuffs." 

George laughed. "Go ahead and make it as hard as you can," he taunted. "I'm 
really good at games. I bet I can win, no matter what!" 

Lydia quickly cuffed George's legs to the rungs of the chair while Sam took 
care of his hands. "Now see if you can guess what we're doing!" Lydia 
shouted gleefully, beginning to throw off all her clothes. 

George listened carefully. All he heard were the rustling of clothes and the 
unzipping of zippers. His face took on a puzzled expression. 

"Just listen a while longer, George," Sam instructed. "We haven't really 
started yet!" 

Henry reached for Lydia and sucked one large, rosy-tipped tit into his mouth 
with a slurping noise. Lydia moaned in pleasure. 

"Ooooh, Henry!" she gasped, aware of her husband's presence not more than 
two feet from where she was standing, locked in Henry's embrace. "OOOoh!" 
Lydia moaned again, louder this time. Both she and Henry turned to watch 
George. 

George had a very puzzled expression on his face. He couldn't really tell 
what was going on. That was Lydia's voice, he was sure. But what was she 
doing? He could hear slurping noises. 

Henry laughed softly and bent Lydia's body back towards the soft rug. Lydia 
giggled. Henry whispered something in her ear and she giggled even louder. 
Then she spread her pretty long legs wide and winked at Henry. Henry dove 
forward, burying his face in Lydia's pretty pink pussy. He slurped and 
licked in a frenzy. He knew that George could hear him licking and sucking 
and he wondered what could be going through George's mind! 

Lydia giggled and moaned. "Oh, Henry!" she squealed, throwing her legs up 
higher in the air and folding them around Henry's eager body. "Do you think 
George can guess what we're doing?" 

"Oh, I think so," Henry replied. "All he. has to do is to think of how 
Marylou sounded the other afternoon and he should have a pretty good hint!" 

Sam couldn't stand it any more. He laughed loudly. "Is that pretty good, 
Henry?" he asked, casting a quick glance at George, who was squirming 
uncomfortably in the chair. 

"Yeah," He replied. "Tastes as sweet and good as Marylou!" 

"Hush, honey!" Marylou chided playfully. "You don't have to say that. 
Besides, I don't believe it! Let me have a little lick to see for myself!" 

She dropped to the floor and pushed Henry's head out of the way, replacing 
it with her own. Her little pink tongue shot out and dove for Lydia's 
throbbing pink clitty. 

"Oooooh, God! That feels good!" Lydia squealed, pushing Marylou's head down 
into her steaming gash. "Oooooh! Marylou! You do it just right! Mmmmmm! I 
love it!" 

"Get this damn stuff off me!" George bellowed. "What the hell do you think 
you're doing?" He struggled ineffectually against the bonds that held him. 

Sam walked over behind George and untied the blindfold. "Here, George," he 
said calmly, "you might as well watch. That's more than Henry got to do when 
you fucked Marylou!" 

George blinked as Sam whisked the blindfold from his eyes. "JESUS CHRIST!" 
he hollered as he saw Marylou and Henry ravishing his wife's body on the 
floor. 

He sputtered and gasped in shock. Lydia seemed to be enjoying it! 

"LYDIA!" he hollered loudly. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" 

"Just having a little fun, dear," Lydia replied, twisting and moaning under 
Marylou's probing tongue and Henry's grasping hands. "Just doing what you 
were doing the other day! You get to watch me, this time! And you're going 
to see plenty. 

George gasped and turned a bright red color, He knew what Lydia was talking 
about and he didn't like it one bit! His whole little affair had backfired 
and there wasn't one damn thing he could do about it. He was held securely 
by the cuffs around his arms and legs. All he could do was watch helplessly 
while his wife writhed and moaned on the floor. 

"Oh, my God!" George cried. "LYDIA! STOP IT!" 

Lydia laughed mercilessly. "All right," she said, pushing Marylou and Henry 
away from her lush charms. "Now it's time for another lesson. Good old 
George hasn't been too nice lately about satisfying my hot, hungry pussy. 
I'm going to show him just how I feel when he gets me all excited and then 
doesn't let me come! You all can watch George sweat for a while!" 

Lydia got to her feet and walked over to George. She smiled at him sweetly. 

"Now we'll see how you like it, dear!" she said, laughing bitterly. She 
pulled down the zipper on his pants and pulled out his hard cock. "See how 
nice and hard George's cock is?" she said, holding it in her hand. "But 
George doesn't really know how it should be used to satisfy my hungry 
pussy.. He doesn't really care if I come or not. Now you'll see how he likes 
a taste of his own medicine!" 

Lydia swooped down and buried George's swelling cock in her hot mouth. She 
licked and sucked in a mad frenzy. 

"Come on and play with his balls, Betsy," Lydia invited. "The rest of you 
tell me if he looks like he's ready to shoot his load!" 

Betsy grabbed George's swelling balls and began to tickle them seductively. 
Then she rubbed and kneaded the large nut-sac until poor George's face 
turned an even brighter red. Lydia continued to work her hungry mouth and 
lips on George's stiff cock. 

"Feel good, George?" Lydia teased, running her tongue lightly up George's 
throbbing shaft. "Feel really good?" 

George groaned in agony. He could feel the hot aim boiling up in his balls. 
Betsy's titties were rubbing against his legs as she stroked and rubbed his 
balls and Lydia's mouth was sucking and nipping at his hard, aching cock. 

"Oooooh!" he groaned, almost at the bursting point. He tried to keep quiet. 
He knew that Lydia would stop the moment she thought he was ready to come! 

"Oh-oh!" Sam called out. "He looks pretty close to blasting!" 

Lydia pulled her mouth away from George's cock abruptly. Betsy immediately 
stopped playing with his balls. George let out a bellow of pure frustration. 
He had been so close! 

Lydia laughed at the expression of frustration on George's face. What's the 
matter, baby?" she taunted him. "Almost get there?" 

"Poor George!" Marylou exclaimed in a teasing voice. "Want me to play with 
his cute, little ole asshole, Lydia?" 

"Sure!" Lydia replied, making room for Marylou. "Just reach up and tickle it 
a little. George loves to have his asshole reamed, don't you, George?" 

George groaned. He knew there was no use in pleading. Lydia would do 
whatever she wanted to, no matter how he begged. Then he gasped as he felt 
Marylou's small finger tracing the ring of his puckered little bung. Marylou 
wet her lips and smiled up at George. 

"Bet you're really going to like this, George," she teased, slipping the 
very tip of her finger into his tight asshole at the very instant Lydia 
devoured his cock with her mouth again. 

"OH, GOD!" George screamed, scarcely able to stand the delightful sensations 
coursing through his body. "Oh, please, Lydia! Let me come! Please! P11 do 
anything, Lydia! Just let me come! 

PLEEEEEEASE!" 

Lydia stopped for an instant. "Anything?" she asked. "Anything, George?" 

"YES!" George replied. "Anything! Absolutely anything you want, Lydia!" 

"Well... " Lydia seemed to debate for an instant. "I might let you come if 
you promise to let me fuck Sam and Henry anytime I want! How about it, 
George? Will you let me do that?" 

"Oh ... yes! Yes, Lydia! I'll let you fuck with Sam and Henry whenever you 
want if you'll only let me come. I promise! Please, Lydia!" 

Lydia stood up. She smiled at Sam and Henry. "You heard him," she remarked 
in a pleased voice. "He promised!" 

"You bet he did," Sam agreed. 

"I heard him!" Henry added. 

"We all heard him!" Marylou squealed. "Betsy and I will testify to that, 
won't we, Betsy?" 

"Oh, yes!" Betsy exclaimed. "We all heard that promise. George said that you 
could flick Sam and Henry anytime you wanted. And I don't suppose you'd have 
any objections to Lydia playing around with Marylou and me either, would 
you, George?" 

"Oh, no!" George groaned. "Lydia can play around with you girls, too! Just 
let me come! Please! I'll die if I don't come!" 

"All right, girls," Lydia commanded, grinning widely. "Let's give him a good 
one!" 

She sucked George's throbbing cock back into her hot, slick throat, feeling 
him shudder against her. She had won! 

Betsy and Marylou followed her lead, driving poor George out of his mind 
with lust. George's whole body trembled like a leaf in the wind. He had 
never been so desperate or so horny! He looked down at the three beautiful 
women, treating his body to such delightful thrills, and he shuddered and 
shook with passion. 

"Oooooh!" he moaned. "Ooooh, God! It's so good! I'll do anything, Lydia! 
It's so good!" 

Lydia looked up at George and smiled. "It's going to be even better now," 
she commented softly. "Now we have four new friends to play with. You're 
going to love swinging, George!" 

The she swallowed his cock eagerly, feeling his hot cum shoot down her 
throat in joyful bursts. She winked at Betsy and Marylou, knowing that 
everything was just perfect! 

Get ready, George! she thought silently. Get ready for the time of your 
life! You're going to find out what swinging is all about and I'm going to 
be the one to teach you! 

Then she smiled happily as she swallowed George's hot cum. Their sex life 
was going to be a lot more enjoyable now. Good, free-thinking, sexy 
neighbors sure made the difference! 


End
