Lisa watched her husband sleeping and cursed softly under her breath. It was Sunday morning and he had returned home early the night before. Lisa had just finished fingering herself off when John pulled into the driveway.
After making him a big delicious meal, Lisa put on her sexiest nightgown, which even she had to admit wasn’t all that sexy, only to find John sleeping on the sofa. She woke him up and suggested they go to bed. Once there, John was snoring almost immediately.
She needed to get fucked. To Lisa, it seemed like everyone was fucking and sucking except her. Hell, she thought, even young Connie Monroe had a cock in her mouth that week, which was something Lisa had never done.
The only pleasure Lisa had known recenlty was from watching her neighbors fucking. And her husband, though he hadn’t gotten his balls off in her pussy in almost three weeks, seemed totally indifferent to her needs. Lisa crawled onto the bed and slowly, carefully pulled the blankets away from John’s body, revealing his loose-fitting pajamas.
“Oh, John,” she sighed. Her pert nipples showed through her nightgown and Lisa was amazed at how much she wanted his cock.
Gently unsnapping his pants, Lisa opened them and exposed John’s slumbering prick like she was opening a Christmas present. With her knees curled beneath her, Lisa bent forward, pressing her full, swollen tits against her legs as she raised John’s prick.
“I’m sorry, John, but I have to do this,” Lisa whispered, her beautiful young face inching toward his soft prick. “You’ve got to understand that I need something new in my life, something exciting.”
Lisa’s eyes were turned toward John’s face as she pressed her warm cheek against his thigh. She could smell the musty aroma of his cock, something she had never really smelled before, and Lisa found her mouth salivating with anticipation.
Her limpid eyes turned up toward John’s face, Lisa kissed the head of his cock, sighing softly at the first touch of her lips to the masculine flesh that had delighted her in the past. Lisa’s tongue, moist and pink, snaked out between her lips, flicking lightly over the soft knob of John’s cock.
“Mmmmmmm!” Lisa sighed at the first taste of prick flesh. Her tongue trailed around the tiny slit, running along the rim of John’s cockhead. Then down the prickshaft she licked, remembering the way she had seen young Connie Monroe sucking and licking her father’s prick.
As she licked John’s soft wrinkled cock, Lisa looked at her wedding ring. There was a time when it meant everything to her, but now she wasn’t sure. Times weren’t the same anymore. She was changing at the age of twenty-two and she didn’t know why. The only thing she was sure of was that she was get ting a moist pussy from the taste of John’s cockmeat.
Lisa felt his cock twitch under her tongue’s caresses, stretching out slowly, becoming longer and more rigid. Raising the mushroomed prickknob more, Lisa positioned her face above the cock and prepared to take his prick into her mouth. The image of absolute pleasure on the faces of Connie and Karen when they sucked cock flashed in her mind. She remembered with obscene pleasure the thrill she felt seeing Gina Bruar sucking the delivery man’s cock. Though she had been unable to really get a good look at Gina as she whipped her hot mouth over the man’s cock, Lisa’s imagination filled in the missing details, making her even hotter for the taste of John’s cock.
Her lips pursed as she kissed his cockhead, then she pushed her face down slowly. Her glimmering lips parted and Lisa had the cockhead in her mouth, pushing her tongue back. She cooed, rolling her tongue faster around the delicious prickknob as she took more of the half-hard cock in.
“Mmmmmmmmm!” Lisa moaned, gulping the entire length of John’s growing prick into her face. She rested with the cock in her mouth, sighing hungrily, savoring the incredible thrills of having a prick ovaling her lips.
After that, Lisa forgot all about being careful to not awaken her husband. She tossed her face quickly up and down the slick shaft of John’s cock, her tongue a whirlwind of action as it licked and rubbed his prickmeat. Her hair slapped against his relaxed thighs and stomach as John’s cock became fully erect, preventing her from fitting all of his prick in her mouth.
Lisa cupped John’s balls in her right hand, feeling the twin nuts that would give her the fuck-cream she lusted for. The hotly sucking young wife envisioned a Sunday afternoon filled with lovemaking. First she would suck him off, then she would wait until he was hard again and have John fuck her. After that she might even suggest he fuck her ass, like she had seen her neighbor do to Karen. And after that, Lisa thought she might even ask John to lick her pussy.
The thoughts spurred Lisa on and she sucked harder on his cock, squeezing his prickmeat tighter with her lips as her tongue whipped and caressed his cockhead.
“Huh? What?!” John exclaimed, looking down and seeing half of his cock buried in Lisa’s hot wet mouth. Instantly he was filled with the utmost disgust for his wife and he grabbed her long silky hair, snapping her head off his cock. “You filthy slut! You filthy, rotten whore!”
“But, John, please!” Lisa sobbed, grabbing his wrists to prevent him from pulling her hair any more. “You’re hurting me, John! I didn’t mean to-”
Lisa was stunned when the open-handed slap struck her cheek, snapping her head to the side. The second and third slaps sounded like gun shots as John’s palm smacked her face.
Lisa stayed on the bed, crying softly as John packed his clothes and left the house. All he said to her was that she was everything cheap a woman could be and that maybe working longer hours would make her appreciate herself and him more. When she heard the front door slamming shut, Lisa decided that maybe talking with Reverend Tim Bruar might calm her jagged nerves and raise her low selfesteem.
* * *
Walking fast, Lisa headed for the rear door of the church, hoping to catch Reverend Bruar before he started his Sunday afternoon ser mon. Just as Lisa stepped through the door, she heard the low groan of the organ and knew that she was too late. She closed the door softly as possible and stepped past the cluttered boxes of Bibles that were destined to some faraway pagan country.
When she had first moved to the neighborhood, Lisa had become active in several church functions in an attempt to make friends and blend into the community, so she was familiar with the church. She walked through a corridor, then down a narrow passageway that led to the altar. Lisa heard the deep voice of Reverend Tim as he started his sermon and she decided to wait in the back for him to finish. After his sermon he would surely be alone in the back where his office was, and then Lisa could talk with him in private.
She stood in the walkway leading to the alter, hidden from the congregation, and watched Tim shaking a Bible at his congregation as he cursed and damned them for their sins. Lisa wondered if she had really sinned, and if Tim knew about his wife’s less than absolute faith to him.
When Lisa saw movement from the podium, she wasn’t sure what it was at first. Being on the side of Reverend Bruar, Lisa had a perfect view as Gina eased out from the podium and slipped her tiny hands inside his robe.
“Uh!” Lisa gasped quietly, putting her hand to her mouth when she figured out what was about to happen. She watched as Gina pulled Tim’s long soft prick through a secret opening in his robe, then put her lips to his cock.
Lisa was stunned. It was the most erotic thing she could imagine. The Reverend Tim Bruar was going to get his cock sucked by his wife while an entire congregation of avid listeners hung on his every word.
Gina’s eyes were blazing lustily, that devilish glint back in them just as it had been when she sucked the delivery man off. She wrapped her hand around the warm root of Tim’s cock and kissed his soft cockhead.
Spreading her knees farther apart, Gina put a hand between her legs, pressing her palm hard against her bush. Her clit was already erect, extremely sensitive to any touch, making her furrowed cunt channel moist and receptive to her fingers.
She didn’t bother enticing the cock with coy, smooth licks. Instead, Gina parted her lips wide and captured the round prickknob in her mouth, her teeth sinking into the flesh just enough to make Tim squirm a little. With her mouth stuffed with cockmeat, Gina pushed her middle finger over her clit, then into her cunt. She salivated around the cockhead, sucking a couple inches of the prickshaft into her hot mouth as her finger fucked two knuckles deep into her cunt.
“She’s obscene,” Lisa murmured, leaning against a wall as she watched as Gina brought her lips along Tim’s prick. If Tim would look to the side, he would discover Lisa, and the thought of discovery sent a chill up the young woman’s spine. Her nipples were growing erect, making sharp points through her blouse and bra.
With trembling hands, Lisa cupped her tits, squeezing the large mounds of firm, feminine flesh. Her cherry nipples sent a hot flush of carnal fever through her veins, and she damned herself for wearing slacks instead of a skirt because it was impossible for her to fingerfuck herself like Gina was doing at that very second.
Tim’s gargantuan prick was as long as his cock would ever get, stretching Gina’s lips as she sucked. Though she could get less than a quarter of his prick into her mouth, Gina was giving Tim the kind of blow-job that she knew he enjoyed most. Her tongue lavished the underside of his cockhead with curling licks as her lips squeezed and kneaded the spongy prickknob.
“The sins of the flesh are fatal to the soul!” the reverend bellowed, slamming his Bible down on the podium. “They are fatal to one and all who allow themselves to swim in the warm waters of sins of the flesh!”
Gina fingered her cunt faster, rubbing her clit with her thumb at the same time. She used her other hand to whack on the long prickshaft of her husband’s cock, caressing his bulging pricktip with her lips and tongue.
Gina’s blow-job was nothing less than poetry in motion, an erotic masterpiece of lusty ability. Everything was timed, measured, the movements smooth as silk and calculated to give the utmost pleasure. She fingered her pussy, dragging her hotly sucking lips along Tim’s prick in rhythm. As she fisted his cockshaft, she twisted her hand from side to side, adding a special eroticism to the hand-job as her lips pushed over the cock to meet her fist.
Pressing her tits harder against her body, Lisa felt her pussy getting hot and her panties clinging wetly between her legs. The thought of Tim’s cock in her cunt sent bolts of fear and excitement through her supple body. His prick was twice the size of John’s and Lisa stared at his cock as Gina brought her mouth with increasing speed over the prickhead.
“Mmmmmmm!” Gina moaned softly, her blonde hair filtering back and forth over her shoulders as she sucked on Tim’s gigantic prick. She tasted the fuck-cream that seeped from the tip and her tongue moved faster, thirsty for more of the delicious cum that never failed to excite her cunt into an orgasm.
Though he appeared oblivious to the hot mouth pistoning on his long cock, Tim Bruar was fighting to keep his voice calm and steady as he spoke to his congregation. He paused briefly and looked down, seeing his wife’s face pushed down on his fleshy hose.
“Let us pray now,” he said abruptly, folding his hands and watching his flock. He was pleased when everyone bowed and murmured prayers.
Gina pounded on the cockshaft, jerking her tiny fist over the rubbery prickmeat as her lips encircled the cockhead, smooth cheeks bulging outward, conforming to the rim of Tim’s pricktip. With the bullet-shaped cockhead against the back of her throat, Gina felt the head throb and the cockshaft expand. Tim’s balls leaped in her palm, gushing out the pungent, salty load of cock-cream she so desperately wanted. The blasts of cum splattered against the back of her mouth, trickling down her throat as she swallowed feverishly, pulling her mouth back to take the next heady eruption of Tim’s wad over her tongue.
“Mmmmuuummmmffff!” she slurped, swallowing the jism in hard greedy gulps.
Lisa was panting, watching Gina’s neck expanding and contracting as she swallowed her husband’s fuck-juice. Her tits were burning hot, the nipples desperately craving a man’s hands to maul them exactly as her own hands were doing at that very instant. She hungered to have a cock spewing out cream in her mouth. The taste of John’s prick had only teased her. She knew what a cock tasted like, now the hot-blooded young voyeur needed to know what a man’s cum tasted like as it filled her mouth.
Gina kept swallowing, taking the eruptions of manly fuck-cream on her tongue and swirling them around in her mouth before drinking them down. Tim’s balls were proportional to his cock, which meant that he filled her mouth completely with cum, then jerked out more hot spunk from his shuddering prick. To drink all of Tim’s rich, creamy load, Gina had to swallow several times to keep from losing any of it.
Lisa watched as Gina released the meat from her mouth and licked circles around the cockhead. She decided that it wasn’t safe to stand there any more and took a step backward. Her shoes made a soft clicking sound on the floor and Lisa froze in her tracks, afraid that Reverend Bruar or Gina had heard her. After a minute Lisa was convinced that she hadn’t alerted their attention. She reached down and took off her shoes one at a time, then walked slowly backward, intending on walking up to the balcony in the front of the church. Karen Feinstein played the organ on Sundays and Lisa thought that sitting with her during the rest of the sermon would make her feel better, less frustrated.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lisa walked through the labyrinth of hallways in the old church, her nylon-covered feet not making a sound. She used the side stairway to get to the organ loft where she knew Karen Feinstein would be, playing the organ.
Over Tim’s booming voice, Lisa heard a strange but recognizable sound as she walked up the steps. She stopped dead in her tracks and listened carefully. Lisa heard the sounds again and recognized them-one was the slap ping of flesh on flesh, the other was the sucking sounds of a woman getting a cock fucked into her mouth. A smile curled her lips as Lisa ascended the stairway slowly, being careful to remain hidden from inquisitive eyes.
Karen’s dress was pushed up her back and her panties were wrapped around one ankle as she knelt on her hands and knees near the huge old organ. In front of her, on his knees, was Jim Edwards, fucking his hips slowly to fuck her mouth with his prick. Behind her, Richard Poole had his pants open and was screwing the curvaceous young woman doggie-style with his hard cock.
“Mmmmmmm!” Karen moaned, shaking her ass to get more friction against her clit. Richard had his hands on her full muscular hips, pushing her back and forth to meet his own fucking thrusts.
Lisa knelt on the steps, her eyes just over the landing so she could watch the fucking and sucking going on not more than ten feet away. Instantly she felt the itching sensation in her pussy, the first sign of the wanton desires that were building inside her. Damn! she thought, everybody’s getting enough sex but me!
Karen’s enormous tits rolled back and forth as her body was invaded by two hard, driving pricks. Her heavy tits sloshed in their tight-fitting bra, threatening to burst free and flop out from the top of her dress at any minute.
Reverend Bruar’s deep voice called out, “And now let’s sing hymn 348.”
Karen pushed back hard, turning her face aside to get Jim’s fat cock out of her mouth. She put her hands up, shielding her face as he tried to fuck her lips again with his prick.
“I’ve got to play,” Karen whispered, her eyes wild with fear. “Just be patient!”
Squirming to the bench, Karen hit the keys right on time and the singing began. She played the. hymn as Jim and Richard, each with a hard cock jutting out from his open pants, felt her big tits and fingered her pussy. From Lisa’s viewpoint, she could tell that Karen was having a difficult time concentrating on the song as fingers pushed into her juicy cunt.
When the song was over, Jim and Richard pulled Karen backward off the bench, dragging her along the floor so her feet were off the bench. Then, pushing Karen’s dress up to expose her juicy cunt, Richard slipped between her thighs.
“Fuck me, Richard! Fuck me!” Karen gasped, grabbing his cock and guiding his prick to her feverish, lust-inflamed cunt. As his rock-hard prick stretched the lips of her cunt and fucked deep into her pussy, Karen wrapped her arms around Richard’s neck and kissed Richard on the lips.
Karen moaned, sucking on his tongue as she squirmed her trembling body beneath his. Her tits, so large and incredibly round, were a pillow against his chest, mashing, puffing out, the cleavage tight and full at the top of her dress.
Jim knelt beside his friend, wishing Richard would stop kissing Karen so he could fuck his cock into her mouth. He stroked his spitty prick slowly, softly, keeping his cock primed for the time when he could finally shoot off his salty cum on her tongue.
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” Karen gasped, her quiet sounds being ripped from her body with each new insertion of cockmeat into her quaking cunt. With her feet flat on the floor and her knees spread wide, she provided a valley with her thighs for Richard to thrash in, fucking her hot juicy cunt from different angles with each thrust.
“You hot slut,” Richard whispered in her ear, reaching down to caress one silken thigh, fingering her lacy garter. “You’re making my prick so goddamn hard!”
“Kiss me! Kiss my hot lips!”
Richard looked down at Karen. Aside from the obvious fact that she had one of the most desirable bodies he had ever seen, she also had a beautiful face. Her eyes were black, shining like onyx. She had eyebrows she left unplucked, which gave her a rather untainted appearance. Her mouth seemed perfectly designed to kiss … or better yet, to suck a man’s prick. Her hair was black, all curls that shook whenever she got excited, the ends just grazing her shoulders.
“Kiss me, Richard!” Karen repeated, the inferno in her pussy making her body feel like she was being immersed in boiling water.
Lisa rubbed her pussy through her slacks, wishing she could finger her throbbing, juicing clit. From the angle Karen and Richard were at, Lisa could see his balls and watch his prick fucking full-length into Karen’s dark, moist cunt. The sight made her tremble, carnal desire simmering in the pit of her stomach. She needed a cock to fuck and wished she had the courage to reveal herself, then inform Jim that he needn’t wait for Richard to finish because she would gladly fuck him.
But she couldn’t do it. Even as she thought about it, Lisa knew she couldn’t do it.
Karen’s throat made soft mewling sounds as the cunt-juice gushed from her pussy. She arched her back, lifting Richard up off the floor as he reamed her pussy in long, stabbing strokes. Her cunt tightened around the driving shaft of Richard’s prick, molding perfectly to the uneven ridges and swells of his cockhead. Clear, warm pussyjuice streamed out of her quivering pussy, causing Richard’s balls to make wet, slapping sounds whenever he fucked his cock completely into her.
“Arrrggghhhhh!” Richard groaned as the cum rose from his balls, racing through his hose to gush mightily from his swollen pricktip. He fucked his prick in and out of Karen’s juicy cunt with maniacal speed, fucking his cock hard into the tightly milking pussy as his jism pumped out in creamy streams.
They held each other tightly, their lungs expanding to gulp in refreshing air. Karen smoothed Richard’s hair away from his face and kissed his cheek softly, feeling his cock begin to shrink in her cunt.
“That was fantastic,” she sighed. “I normally don’t cum when just one guy is fucking me.”
Jim moved closer, putting a hand on Richard’s shoulder. “Move aside, ol’ boy, it’s time for her to really get a fucking she’ll never forget.”
Lisa couldn’t believe that Karen could want another man-another cock-so quickly after cumming. Whenever she fucked John, she didn’t want to mess around again that evening. And, Lisa sadly admitted to herself, she seldom climaxed because of John’s urgent but rather mechanical fucking.
Karen moaned her disapproval when Richard pulled his thoroughly fucked cock from her pussy. She pushed Jim away, closing her knees as her face went blank with concentration.
“Wait a minute,” she whispered, rolling onto her knees as she moved toward the organ, “I’ve got to play soon.”
Lisa ducked, hiding herself in the stairway again. She didn’t figure the three would look around while they were fucking, but while Karen played the organ she might be discovered. Looking down between her legs, Lisa was glad that her pussyjuice-soaked panties had not made a stain on her slacks.
The church was filled with the sound of more than sixty people singing, with the low, undulating notes of the organ booming off the walls. When the hymn was over, Lisa peered into the organ balcony again and saw Karen getting off her bench to meet Jim on the floor.
“That looks a little soft,” Karen whispered, getting on her knees at a ninety-degree angle to Jim. “I think I can fix that in no time flat.”
“I’m sure you can, cocksucker!” Jim chuckled, leaning back on his elbows.
Karen laughed lightly, not at all offended by being called a cocksucker. After tugging his pants a little farther down his thighs, Karen grabbed his prick and pushed his cock to point straight up. She slapped at the reddish colored prickknob with her tongue, her warm breath flowing over the ultrasensitive cock-crown.
Lisa watched as Karen lashed at his prick with her tongue, then buried the meat deep in her mouth. She felt warm pussyjuice seeping into her panties and Lisa remembered the thrill she felt at having John’s cock stretching her lips. But then he had slapped her and had called her terrible names. He had packed his things and left for the road where, she guessed, he would be for the next week.
Torn between the needs of her body and the feelings of love she still had for John, Lisa was trapped in a world of her own making where the only pleasure she felt was in watching other people fucking and sucking as she fingered her own cunt.
“Mmmmmm!” Karen purred, dropping down on the cock until the cockhead was a couple inches into her throat and her ruby red lips were clamped tightly around the stem of Jim’s prick.
Her tongue curled around the cockhead, then flicked over the pricktip, wiping off the drop of cum that had seeped out of the tiny slit. She squeezed his balls lovingly, rolling the twin nuts between her fingers.
“Ohhhhhh! Yeah, baby!” Jim groaned, pumping his hips a little as he watched Karen bobbing on his prick. Her hot wet mouth seemed to surround his entire body, making him quiver with anticipation of a fierce, bone-jarring climax.
With her mouth crammed with cockmeat, Karen rubbed the prick with her tongue, her cheeks sucked inward to squeeze Jim’s throbbing cockshaft.
“Mmmmffff! Ummmmm!” Karen moaned lustily, twirling her tongue around the cockhead, tasting more of Jim’s salty fuckcream. She finally let his prick slip from between her lips. When she did, his cock was hard as a steel pole, pointing slightly up toward Jim’s chest.
“Hop on, bitch! Take my cock for a ride!”
Karen straddled Jim’s hips, bringing his fat cockhead to the cummy lips of her cunt. His prick fucked easily into her cum-filled hole as she lowered her hips, his cock spreading her pussylips as his prick shoved deep up her pussy.
“Ohhhhhh! Damn, your cock feels good inside me,” Karen sighed, squirming her hips down against Jim’s to feel his prick moving around inside her, stretching her cunt even more.
Jim’s fingers moved quickly to unbutton the top of Karen’s dress. He was hungry for the sight and feel of her immense tits, knowing the effect they had on him whenever he fucked her. Her forty-inch tits jiggled and swayed as Karen bounced on Jim’s prick.
“Give me those big fuckers! Let me see ’em!” he whispered, opening Karen’s dress and pulling it apart to reveal her bra-clad tits. Even through the bra, Jim could see Karen’s blunt nipples poking out, hard and erect from the excitement she felt.
“I’m so hot!” Karen gasped, her hands on Jim’s chest as she moved her ass up and down, fucking herself on his meaty cock. “Your cock is so wonderful!”
Jim found the clasp to her bra between her tits and unhooked it. The cups fell away from her tits, which then jiggled and sloshed on her chest freely. Jim groaned, squeezing Karen’s fleshy tits. With his palm over her nipple, Jim’s hand just barely covered her large, slightly oval-shaped pink areola.
Lisa rubbed her cunt harder, wishing that she had worn a dress. The sight of Karen’s tits as they jiggled made Lisa almost envious. Lisa had what many men would consider a perfectly proportioned body, but Karen’s gargantuan tits were staggering.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” Karen sighed, tossing her head back on her shoulders as Jim tweaked her nipples. The sound of her cum-filled cunt fucking up and down the towering column of cockmeat put an added dimension to Karen’s already erotic state.
“Go, bitch! Ride my prick!”
“Cum in my pussy!” Karen sobbed, twisting and turning her curvaceous ass as she descended on his prick. “I want to feel you shooting off in my cunt!”
Jim let Karen do all the work as he fondled her tits. Her pussylips jerked along his tingling cockflesh, squeezing and massaging his prickmeat as Karen moved her ass to and fro. He felt the cum begin to boil in his balls, the heat rising slowly as he gritted his teeth, waiting for the delirious moment when the jism would gush from his cockhead.
Grinding her pelvis against Jim’s, Karen felt the long, thick prick leaping and jerking between her cuntlips. She reached behind her back and grabbed his balls. That was all the added stimulation that Jim needed to shoot his wad. Karen felt his balls pull tight to his body and then felt cum gushing in her pussy. She moaned a soft, animalish sound, twisting her ass to milk every drop of jism from his balls with her pussy.
“Arrrggghhh!” Jim groaned, digging his fingers deep into her pliant moons of titflesh.
When Jim had shot off all his jism, Karen slowly brought her pussy off his cock. After pulling her panties back up her legs, tugging the material until it was tight against her cummy cunt, she dipped her face down to his cock. The aroma of cum mingled with pussyjuice and Karen saw that the only curly hair above his cock, and his balls, were matted with cum.
“Just give me a second and I’ll have you nice and clean,” she said with a sigh. Her tongue rolled around the shrinking pricks pushing through the curly hair to scoop out the jism. She tongued his balls and finally sucked them, one at a time, into her mouth. When she was done, Jim’s cock and balls glistened from her spit but were otherwise clean.
Lisa took one last look as Karen sucked on Jim’s balls, then crept slowly down the stairway again, still holding her shoes in her right hand. She was confused and knew precisely what she needed. What she didn’t know was how to get it.
CHAPTER SIX
When Lisa returned home, she stripped out of her clothes immediately, deciding to spend the rest of the day in the nude. That evening she was going hunting again, dressed in her specially made voyeur’s jumpsuit. If she didn’t find anyone fucking or sucking, Lisa was convinced she would go crazy.
Lisa fixed herself a stiff drink and sat down in an overstuffed chair, waiting for darkness to descend upon her suburb so she could hide in the shadows and watch her friends and neighbors fucking and sucking joyously.
* * *
It was nearly midnight before Lisa struck gold. She had checked Reverend Bruar’s home, only to find Gina and Tim sleeping soundly. At Karen Feinstein’s Lisa could only see her watching television. She checked the Monroe household once and found nothing exciting happening. But on her second pass through the area, Lisa saw Mrs. Monroe sitting with her two sons, Franklyn, and Benjamin.
Lisa looked at Vikki Monroe and felt no small amount of envy. Though she was in her forties and had given birth to five children, Vikki was still an absolutely gorgeous woman. She had blonde hair that, for a woman her age, she wore quite long. Her tits were high and round, still nicely shaped and firm-looking. Though she sported a couple extra pounds around her waist and hips, the added weight only gave her a desirable, womanly appearance. Her wide-set eyes, high forehead and wide mouth with the full lips made her just as attractive now as she had been twenty years earlier.
Lisa could help but hope that she would age as gracefully as Vikki Monroe had.
Franklyn, the youngest Monroe boy, was sitting on the floor watching television. He cast a glance over at his mother and smiled. She was sitting in a chair, dressed in her babydoll pajamas that were so sheer her areolas made dark circles through the light pink material. Franklyn drank in the beauty of Vikki’s long, naked legs which were crossed at the knees as she worked slowly and patiently at knitting a sweater for her husband, Orrin.
“How’s it coming, Mom?”
Vikki looked up from her knitting and smiled at Franklyn. He was a good boy, never causing trouble and always getting top marks in high school. If she had a favorite among her children, he would be the one.
“Fine. Slow, but it’s coming along,” Vikki said, her eyes lingering on Franklyn’s crotch. He wore tight-fitting jeans that emphasized the fullness and length of his young cock. Like his father Orrin, Franklyn was well hung. “Shouldn’t you two be in bed? It’s getting late.”
Franklyn got up slowly and rubbed his eyes. He walked over to Vikki’s chair, standing to the side of it, then bent down and kissed her softly on the cheek.
“Good-night, Mom.”
“You can do better than a peck on the cheek, can’t you?” Vikki said, her bottom lip stuck out in a fake pout. When Franklyn bent down again, Vikki put her arm around his head and met his mouth with slightly parted lips.
Franklyn felt the fire in his mother’s body, sensed her need as she waited hungrily for his tongue. He gave it to her, playing a little game with his tongue as he explored her mouth. Reaching down, he cupped one ripe tit in his hand, feeling the nipple harden through the babydoll nightie.
Benjamin watched his brother French-kissing with his mother and twisted on the sofa to get a better look. He and Franklyn had been fucking Vikki for several months, though Orrin didn’t know about it.
“Is dad sleeping?” Benjamin asked as he stood up, walking over to Vikki. “This might not be the best time.”
Vikki broke the kiss, her arm still around Franklyn’s neck, and said, “You’re always the cautious one. Don’t worry about it.”
“How am I ever going to get to sleep with this thing keeping me awake,” Franklyn joked, pointing at the hard-on he had trapped in his pants.
“I can handle that one,” Vikki purred, grabbing his belt and opening it. Within seconds, Franklyn and Benjamin were on either side of Vikki’s chair, their pants down to their knees, long pricks pointing at her face.
Vikki stroked both cocks, watching one then the other as she jerked the pricks into complete erections. She was a cocksucker who loved having her throat fucked by a hard prick.
“You boys have big cocks, just like your father,” Vikki sighed, running her fingers over the long, throbbing poles of prickmeat.
Lisa sighed, her face pressed against the window screen, unzipping the crotch of her jumpsuit as she stared at Vikki. It was difficult for Lisa to believe that a woman her age could still be so beautiful, so well shaped and so horny.
Vikki cooed lustily when Benjamin untied the single bow that held together the top of her nightie. Each boy grabbed one tit, rolling a hard, nubby nipple in his fingers. She whipped her head to the side, causing her hair to swirl away from her face, then Vikki kissed the red, spongy knob of Franklyn’s cock. Her tongue slipped out from between her lips almost cautiously, running tiny circles over his cockhead.
“Ohhhhhh! Go to it, Mom!” Franklyn groaned, fondling Vikki’s tit harder, more urgently. He was fully aware of the incredible pleasure Vikki’s mouth could give his cock, knew the fierce orgasms her deep-throat wonders brought to him.
Tonguing the clefted underside of Franklyn’s cockknob, Vikki turned her eyes up to his face, a sultry smile on her lips. She enjoyed his look of strained pleasure and opened her lips, sucking on just the very tip of his cockhead. Then, her mouth watering in anticipation, Vikki pushed her face toward his crotch. Her full, wide lips ovaled in a perfect ring to knead his hard, dry cockflesh. Deeper and deeper she took his prick until his fat cockknob was pressing the back of her mouth.
“Go, Mom! Deep-throat the fucker!”
Vikki paused, waiting for her throat to relax. When the muscles loosened, she pushed forward, more slowly than before, feeling the cockhead sliding past her tonsils, stretching out her throat visibly.
“Mmmmffffff!” Vikki moaned, the sound choked off from the fat cock buried in her throat. She had her lips around the base of Franklyn’s prick, her nose buried in the curly matt of hair that sprouted above his fucking prick.
Vikki kept his cock in her throat for several seconds, sort of showing off her ability to deep-throat as she stroked on Benjamin’s prick and tickled Franklyn’s balls. Then, pulling back, she made a production out of twisting and turning her face around his meaty cock, her tongue rolling and flicking over the thick prick.
Releasing his dick with a loud pop, Vikki started stroking Franklyn’s spitty cock as she turned her face toward Benjamin’s prick and pulled it to her open, hot, hungry mouth. She used her pearly white teeth to nip at the cockhead, scraping her teeth lightly, teasingly over Benjamin’s hard prick flesh.
“Ohhhhh! Mom, you do that just right,” Benjamin sighed, pushing a long strand of blonde hair away from her brown eyes to get a better look at his prick as she bit it. “Not too hard, not too soft … just right!”
Vikki bobbed on the prick, taking only half of his cock into her clutching mouth, allowing her tongue to flick and caress his delicious prickmeat as her lips squeezed tight around his cockknob. Then she pushed her lovely face at his body, gulping his long prick completely into her mouth.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!” Vikki moaned again, louder than before as the fires of desire began to burn more brightly in her cunt. The hands on her tits were working on her excited, extremely responsive nipples just the way she liked hands to do, and the effect was that pussyjuice made her cunt swollen and her panties moist.
Franklyn couldn’t resist pumping his hips to and fro as Vikki’s fingers rolled over his cock. He squeezed his mother’s tit harder, his other hand caressing her back through her nightie as she sucked on his brother’s cock.
After Vikki had sucked on Benjamin’s cock for several more seconds, she leaned back in the chair and pulled their pricks so that the tips were almost touching each other.
“What a feast,” she sighed, her tongue flicking out between their cockheads, just grazing each prickknob.
“Better hurry, Mom,” Benjamin said, casting a nervous glance toward the door, hoping like hell his father or sister wouldn’t walk through it. “You know how dad hates it when we stay up too late. He might-ohhhhhh!”
Vikki silenced her son by licking down the shaft of his cock to suck one of his balls into her mouth. She rolled the ball around from one cheek to the other, then released it and licked up his spitty prick shaft to Franklyn’s pricktip.
Back and forth she licked the cocks until they jerked about, cum rising from two big, loaded sets of balls. Opening her lips wide, Vikki was almost able to get both cockheads into her mouth at the same time. Her lips were stretched unbeleivably as Vikki pounded on the cockshafts, wanting both her sons to shoot their heavy salty load of jism into her mouth at the same time.
“I know what you want,” Franklyn said, pushing Vikki’s hand off his cock to stroke his prick himself. “Go ahead and finger yourself, I can handle this.”
Lisa thrust three fingers into her cunt as she watched Vikki fingerfuck herself. Lisa’s breath came in ragged gulps as pussyjuice trickled down into her palm. To see a woman with her lips stretched around the cockhead of not one, but two pricks was one of the lewdest things she had ever seen. The fact that Vikki was sucking off her own sons made it even more exciting for the sex-starved young wife.
“Ummmmmmffffff! Uh! Give me cum! Mmmmmmmm!” Vikki sighed, licking the two cocks as cum trickled from the pricktips. She sucked on Franklyn’s pricktip, then on Benjamin’s, then took both burgeoning cockcrowns into her mouth again. Her cheeks were stretched massively and a trickle of spit ran from the comers of her mouth, down her chin and neck.
She fingered her cunt faster, fucking one long digit deep into her wet pussy. Vikki’s breath wheezed through her nostrils as she squirmed her tongue over the two cockheads, tasting the salty fuck-fluid that leaked from the slits, knowing that soon the cum would flood her mouth to overflowing. Though Benjamin and Franklyn didn’t have the size of cock her husband had, they were younger and could therefore pump out more of the salty, delicious fuck-cream that she thirsted for.
“Ohhhhh! I’m going to cum,” Franklyn sighed, fisting his prick harder.
“Wait!” Benjamin said quickly. “Wait for me. Just give me a couple seconds.”
Vikki paid special attention to Benjamin’s prick, nibbling on the cockhead with her lips while ignoring Franklyn’s overheated prick.
She wanted them to blast her with cum at the same time. After feeling the pricktip of Benjamin’s meaty cock throb powerfully against her tongue, Vikki knew that she had him right where she wanted him.
“Okay, put your cocks in my mouth and go to it!” Vikki gasped, leaning even farther down in the chair. Fucking a finger into her cunt, she rubbed her trembling clit with her thumb as two cockheads, fat and spongy, fucked into her mouth.
She watched their expressions change as her sons jerked off. First there was the strained expression of struggling to hold the cum back, then the almost frightened look that told her they had reached the point of no return.
Each boy choked out a groan and Vikki moaned soulfully as the cum started gushing into her mouth. She tried to move her tongue, but it was jammed down from the two mushroom-shaped prickheads. Pungent fuckcream flooded her mouth from the spewing cockknobs, and, since Vikki’s mouth was already filled with prickmeat, there was no room for the cum. It rolled out of her mouth in waves, running in rivers down the side of her face, dripping off her chin to land in the jiggling valley of her tits.
Moaning passionately, finger fucking her hot pussy, Vikki felt the sticky jism trickling down her body, cooling and warming her skin at the same time. Her eyes were open but the faces she saw were only blurred images.
The sticky, white jism kept spitting from the twin cockheads, pumping out cum that spewed from Vikki’s mouth. Two streams of cum ran down the sides of her face, then mingled together between Vikki’s heaving tits, pooling in her navel before running down the side of her stomach.
“Mmmmmmmffff!” she gasped as her hot, slick pussyjuice splashed out of her cunt. She sucked on the cockheads as her own fuck oil escaped her puffy cuntlips, lavishing the pricktips with her clutching, squeezing, supple lips.
Lisa fucked three fingers into her pussy, stretching her inflamed cuntlips wider than John’s cock ever had, and trembled as cuntjuice streamed down the insides of her thighs to get soaked up in her jumpsuit.
“Ohhhhhh! That was fantastic,” Vikki sighed as her sons stepped away from her. Using both hands, she began working the milky jism into her skin, rubbing the cum into her tingling tits and over her flat stomach.
Lisa stepped away from the window and dropped to her knees. After catching her breath, she pulled the zipper back into place, feeling the cold metal pressing against her throbbing cuntlips, and headed for home.
She knew she could get to sleep now. She also knew that she was completely, totally addicted to voyeurism.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lisa Mays was distressed. It had been two days since she had fingerfucked her cunt until she climaxed, watching the horny Mrs. Monroe suck off her two sons. John hadn’t called since leaving, and he normally called every night to let her know that everything was all right.
Lisa wanted to cry, but there really didn’t seem to be any reason for it. She wasn’t overly annoyed with John for not calling. In fact, she didn’t have a thing to say to him. She was getting horny, that was all. Lisa had fingerfucked herself while watching others enjoying themselves, fucking and sucking crazily, but it wasn’t enough. She needed to feel a hard cock fucking deep into her cunt or stretching her lips. Just like she had seen Connie and Vikki Monroe, Gina Bruar and Karen Feinstein. They all enjoyed an active sex life. To Lisa, it seemed that everyone was enjoying one … except her.
Though it was only six o’clock, Lisa fixed herself a strong whisky and water. When it was finished, she made a second drink for herself, and then a third. By the time she finished with that, Lisa decided she was too drunk to stop drinking, so she continued.
Lisa was crocked by ten o’clock, which was when she put on her voyeur’s jumpsuit and exited the rear door of her house in search of couples fucking or sucking. She was hoping to catch Karen and her four lovers/rapists in the act, because the busty brunette always had more than one man and, therefore, gave Lisa more to watch.
She swayed drunkenly, keeping in the shadows. It was a dark, almost moonless night and Lisa was glad that it was so because even she was aware of her less than cautious attitude that evening.
Orrin sat in Jim Edward’s living room, smoking a cigarette as he contemplated the pleasures ahead of him. Orrin, Jim, Richard and Sam were waiting for the right moment to visit Karen Feinstein. They chatted casually about what they wanted to do to her, and which two men would be the first to fuck their cocks into her cunt.
“I think I’m going to fuck that cunt in the asshole,” Sam mused, staring blankly at the ceiling. “Karen needs to get cornholed now and then just to keep her in line.”
Orrin crushed out his cigarette and stood up. “Well, why don’t we do it instead of talking about it. I’ve got be home before one o’clock or Vikki is going to skin me alive.”
Jim-and Richard, the only two bachelors, chuckled and made obscene comments about never getting married for that very reason. Orrin countered by saying he had a foxy wife who gave the greatest head in the world, and he smiled when he saw the look of curiosity on their faces, knowing they were wondering what it would be like to sink a cock into Vikki’s mouth.
Lisa saw Karen in the kitchen, making herself a cup of tea. She squinted, trying to focus her eyes better, and then a steely hand clamped over her mouth, stopping her scream before it started. Lisa felt a hard, muscular body pressing against her back as another arm wrapped tight around her middle.
“Hey, look at this!” Richard hissed, half dragging, half carrying Lisa over to his three friends. “She was looking in Karen’s window! A fucking peeping Tom!”
Digging her fingernails into the back of Richard’s hand, Lisa thrashed about, struggling to get free. Even in her drunkenness, Lisa was vividly aware of the precarious position she was in. When Jim moved toward her, Lisa lashed out with her foot, digging her long, stiletto-shaped shoe heel into his stomach. He groaned, clutching at his injured stomach, tumbling to the grass.
Orrin was nervous. He really wasn’t the rapist type-not like his friends. Orrin liked to fuck and eat pussy or have his prick sucked just as much as the next guy, but to force a woman to do that was definitely out of the question. With Karen Feinstein, he knew that she found it exciting to have it taken from her, to have her wrists tied and be forced to suck cock. He stepped back, allowing Jim, Richard and Sam to do whatever they would with Lisa, for once content not to be the unofficial leader of the group.
“Stop fighting, bitch!” Richard whispered in Lisa’s ear, venom dripping poisonously from every word. “Stop fighting or I break your goddamn neck!”
Immediately Lisa stopped fighting, sensing the truth in Richard’s words. She held his wrist with both hands, hoping he would release her mouth so she could breathe more easily. Lisa was stricken with horror when she watched Jim get to his feet and ball his massive hand into a fist.
“Rotten cocksuckin’ bitch!” Jim hissed through gritted teeth.
Trapped, Lisa couldn’t do anything but watch as Jim stepped up to her and punched her viciously in the stomach. The wind gushed from her lungs and Lisa felt like her lungs would never again fill with air. She doubled over, despite Richard’s unyielding hand, and her knees went weak. The pain was incredible and her eyes fluttered as she passed into semi-consciousness.
“Come on, help me carry her,” Richard said. “We’ll take her over to Jim’s house and fuck her silly.”
Lisa tried desperately to clear her head, damning herself countlessly for drinking so much. She stopped fighting when Jim shook his fist at her face, threatening to break her nose. Soon Jim, Richard and Sam picked her up and, with Orrin acting as the lookout, they carried her bodily to Jim’s house.
“Fucking whore!” Jim hissed, knocking Lisa to the kitchen floor.
On her hands and knees, Lisa looked at the determined faces of the four men, trying TV figure out exactly how violent the men could get. She knew what was coming-rape! They were going to rape her, just like they had raped Karen Feinstein. And though Lisa was frightened beyond tears and felt revulsion at the thought of having these men, who were all but strangers, fucking her, Lisa was also painfully aware of the moist warmth in her pussy.
Only Orrin didn’t have an angry look on his face and Lisa turned to him, hoping to find some safe avenue of escape through the gray-bearded neighbor. Lisa brought her knees under her, placing her hands out, palms toward Orrin in a pleading gesture.
“Please, Mr. Monroe, don’t hurt me,” Lisa begged, her voice soft, wavering. “I haven’t done anything to you!”
Jim rubbed his stomach, his face twisted slightly with residue pain. “You’re going to do something to me, cocksucker. You’re going to get me off … and good. Nobody kicks me in the gut and gets away with it scot-free.” His eyes traveled up and down her lithe, curvaceous body, drinking in the full swell of her big tits and the fine, sweeping curves of her ass. “That’s a hell of a thing to wear. I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
“Yeah, cunt, why don’t you stand up and let us all see what kind of a body you’ve got,” Richard said, lighting a short, stubby cigar. “I’ve been wondering if you were a natural blonde for some time now.”
“You can’t mean that!” Lisa looked into each man’s face individually, hoping against odds to find a weakness in one of them. She saw nothing but lust and determination. “I’ll tell the police. I’ll tell the police and all of you will get arrested!”
Jim laughed heartily, grabbing his belly. “You’re out of your fucking mind, Lisa! We’re going to fuck you and after that, you’re not going to call the cops or tell your never-home husband! You’re not going to do that because it’s going to be the best fun you’ve ever had.”
Lisa argued with the men for a couple minutes before Jim finally tired of the game. He suddenly grabbed her arm and hoisted her to her feet, then slapped Lisa across the face with several stinging swipes.
“Stop it! Stop it! I’ll do what you want!” Lisa finally sobbed, her eyes filled with tears of rage and embarrassment, not of pain. She shook her head, still trying to clear and organize her thoughts. It was no good, the alcohol was still numbing her senses enough to make everything hazy, indistinct. “Just don’t slap me any more. I’ll take off my jumpsuit.”
Lisa grabbed the zipper tab just below her chin and pulled it down slowly. She heard the rasp of the metal teeth of the zipper and closed her eyes, unwilling to look at the gaping mouths and lusty stares of the four men who surrounded her.
“Fucking-A! Nice set!” Richard hissed when the zipper was tugged down to Lisa’s stomach. The material parted, showing off the full, creamy inside slopes of her tits. “Nice goddamn set of jugs!”
Lisa brought the zipper down until the top, almost straight edge, of her cunt bush showed. Then, pushing the jumpsuit off her shoulders, she revealed her tits as they burst through the opening. There was a soft hush of inhaled breath from the four men and she felt a rush of desire make her pussy even more dewy. A voyeur, Lisa found that exhibitionism was also a fetish she had but had never known about.
Pushing the clinging material off her arms, Lisa had the jumpsuit bunched around her hips, her nipples long and excited, her tits rising and falling with her quick, shallow breathing.
“Go on, Lisa, take it completely off,” Orrin said, his voice calm, even, almost compassionate.
The young wife noticed the softness in Orrin’s voice and instantly wanted him. The others didn’t matter. Lisa had at least one man who didn’t entirely disgust her. Remembering how big and perfectly shaped Orrin’s cock was sent a warm shiver of excitement racing up Lisa’s spine.
After taking off her shoes, Lisa stepped out of the jumpsuit, leaving it on the floor as she stood naked before her captors.
“Okay, cocksucker, since I’m the one you kicked, I’m the one who takes you first,” Jim said, stripping out of his shirt. “And you’d better make it good, ’cause I’ve still got a lot of mean left in me for you.”
Lisa didn’t know what to do with her hands as she stood in the kitchen, watching the four men undress. When only Orrin was looking at her, Lisa winked at him quickly and allowed herself a quick, impish smile.
“I-I’ve never been unfaithful to John,” Lisa said, her voice weak and tremulous. “I really never have been unfaithful.”
“Then you’re going to break your faith in a big way, aren’t you?” Richard pulled off his last sock and leaned against a counter, his prick hanging limply between his legs. “Go ahead, Jim, give it to her right here in the kitchen.”
Grabbing his prick and stroking it, Jim pushed Lisa backward until the firm cheeks of her ass were against the top of the dining table. She wasn’t certain what Jim was going to do. He pushed her so she leaned back on her elbows, her legs hanging over the edge of the table.
“I want to eat this sweet pussy,” Jim sighed, sinking to his knees, pushing Lisa’s thighs further apart. “Sweet cunts are just made to eat!”
“Don’t do that!” Lisa squealed, her big tits jiggling with each word she spoke. “John has never, ever done that to-ahhhhhhh!”
Lisa twitched, her nipples hard points of pleasure when she felt Jim’s tongue snaking between the fleshy petals of her cunt. The tip of his tongue scraped over her hard clit, causing Lisa to involuntarily clamp her thighs together around Jim’s ears.
Orrin stepped out of his pants, freeing the growing monster in his underwear. Looking at Lisa, a look of sheer pleasure op her face, sent blood pulsating into his cock. She was so beautiful, her body ripe and full and firm. Her flat stomach, dimpled only by her belly button, seemed to twitch. Orrin watched the muscles moving beneath her velvety skin as the young woman became lost in the unusual and erotic thrills going through her body from Jim’s tongue.
Leaning over, Orrin brought his hot lips down to Lisa’s pink, glimmering lips. He just had to kiss that face of hers.
“Mmmmmmmm!” Lisa moaned, letting her lips open slightly to receive Orrin’s tongue into her mouth.
Perhaps it was the alcohol that was releasing Lisa’s inhibitions. Or maybe it was just the fact that John had neglected her, then insulted her, then left her altogether. Either way, Lisa’s mind was spinning and she had absolutely no intention whatsoever of stopping the men. Not when her pussy was quaking and juicing with a hot, slithering tongue in it.
As Orrin kissed Lisa’s mouth and Jim licked her hot, sweet pussy, Richard and Sam began sucking on Lisa’s inflamed nipples. She moaned louder than before, squirming on the hard kitchen table, resting her thighs on Jim’s shoulders as his tongue probed and excited her moist, throbbing clit.
“Ohhhhhhhh!” Lisa sighed, finally breaking the kiss with Orrin. Her arms were outstretched and she felt her hands being guided to two hard pricks. Instinctively, almost greedily, she wrapped her fingers around the two cocks and began jerking on the warm, dry columns of cockmeat. “Yes, give me your cocks!”
“She’s a fucking nymphomaniac!” Jim grunted, his face still buried between Lisa’s firm, quivering thighs.
The sensations going through Lisa’s body were totally new. She had mouths on each nipple, greedily mouthing the tingling, rosy buds; she had a tongue and a finger fucking far into the erotic recesses of her tight, wet pussy, making her pussyjuice flow freely from her body; and she had a warm slick tongue sliding between her lips, playing with her own tongue as she stroked two rigid hoses of manly prickflesh.
“Oh! Oh, no! Noooooo!” Lisa suddenly cried, her face a mask of confusion. She squeezed her fingers tight around the two cocks and arched her back.
Grabbing Lisa’s asscheeks, her legs over his shoulders, Jim held her pussy against his mouth. She bucked on the table and he stood slightly, bent over, holding Lisa so that all her weight rested on his shoulders and her back was on the table. The clear, sweet pussyjuice flooded from her excited cunt, flowing over his lips and cheeks as he sucked and tongued avidly, hungry to drink all of her feminine fuck-fluid.
“Ouch! Goddamn it, woman, you’re gonna pull the damn thing off!” Sam howled, grabbing Lisa’s wrist to keep her from whacking on his cock so hard.
She writhed on the table, her curvaceous body convulsing as clear cunt oil spewed from her pink pussy. The world shook, tossing Lisa with the tremors, her blue eyes open and unseeing as the hardest, most fulfilling climax of her life began to slowly subside.
Breathing heavily, her fingers lax around the two cocks, Lisa felt her body itching all over, cooling after the inner heat of her climax. She looked at Jim as he slipped her knees off his shoulders, not knowing really how she should react-angry or happy? When he stood up, she saw his big cock, shaking tautly between his legs, his purple cockhead seemed to search for her pussy.
“Don’t f-fuck me,” Lisa sobbed. “I’m not ready.”
“Too fucking bad! I’m ready right now!”
Lisa watched as he guided his prick to the mouth of her cunt, his long broad cockshaft showing several thick blue veins along its surface. He had a bigger cock than John did, Lisa noticed. In fact, all four of the men were more generously endowed in the meat department than her husband. Particularly Orrin, who was in a class by himself with ten awesome inches of prickmeat all but guaranteed to send any woman to a wrenching climax that would keep her coming back for more. Looking at Orrin’s cock, Lisa could understand why his own teenage daughter couldn’t resist sucking and fucking him.
As Jim spread the lips of her cunt with his thumb and finger, Lisa kicked her ankles up to his shoulders again. Her hair spilled around her head on the table and her moist lips were parted, her breathing shallow and strained as she waited for the orgiastic feeling of having a cock fucked into her cunt.
“Move aside, guys, I want her alone now,” Jim said, pushing the knob of his cock into Lisa’s pussy. “You can have her later.”
A weak sob of joy escaped Lisa’s lips as she felt her pussylips being pried apart, felt the conical bulb of Jim’s prick fucking slowly into her cunt. Richard and Sam moved away from her, taking their cocks from her hands.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck me, Jim! Fuck meeeeee!” Lisa groaned, the words sounding foreign in her own voice.
Was she really begging for a man whom she hardly knew to fuck her? Yes! Yes, Lisa thought, that’s exactly right!
Placing his hands over her tits, mashing her full, golden tits to her chest, Jim lunged at Lisa. His cock fucked full-length, fucking deep into her receptive, clutching cunt. Lisa’s legs were pushed down, spread almost in half, her knees close to her tits as Jim mauled her firm but soft moons of titflesh.
“Yesss! Ohhhh! Your prick feels so … so good!” Lisa sobbed, rolling her head from side to side on the table. “Fuck me! Fuck me!
Fuck me!”
Standing on the edge of the table, Jim fucked his rigid prick into the warm, moist furrow of Lisa’s pussy in smooth, measured strokes. His balls, swinging freely between his legs, flopped against her ass each time he fucked his cock completely into her cunt. Jim felt the subtle contractions of Lisa’s cunt muscles milking the shaft of his prick, felt the lips of her pussy massaging his prick as his cock fucked in and out.
Grinding his hips against the backs of Lisa’s thighs, Jim fucked his prick into her cunt and worked his cock around inside, feeling the tip of his prick throbbing lustily. He was amazed at the reaction Lisa was having to his cock. Jim had seen Lisa around, but she was always so conservatively dressed, so prim and proper, that he figured she’d be what he always called a bum fuck.
“Look at those big jugs just rollin’ on her chest,” Jim said, releasing Lisa’s tits to fondle her thighs. He fucked his cock with extra force into her pussy, laughing as her hard-nippled tits jiggled and swayed. “Damn it, boys, she’s got a cunt you’ve got to fuck to believe!”
Orrin smiled, watching Lisa’s supple body sliding jerky-herky on the table as his friend fucked her. He looked at her beautiful face, her dimpled cheeks, her perfectly round tits with silver-dollar-sized areolas and the ripe nipples. He would soon add “Lisa to his list of regularly fucked women.
“Shit! Awwwwww! You bitch! You whore!” Jim spat through gritted teeth, fucking Lisa’s juicy cunt with more energy and speed than before. “I’m going to blow my wad, cocksucker! Awwwwwwwww!”
Lisa trembled, her hands opening and closing as her insides turned over and over. She felt the harsh, cruel stabs of Jim’s prick, slamming deep up her pussy, exciting her hard clit. The jets of cream that flooded her cunt made her choke out weak screams of ecstasy. The sloppy sounds of a hard prick being fucked into a soppy, cum-filled cunt echoed in Lisa’s ears. She was vaguely aware that the voice begging for more hard cock was her own.
“Ohhhhhh! That was good! Good indeed!” Jim sighed, pulling his red, spermy prick from Lisa’s sucking cunt.
“Come on, let’s take her into the den,” Richard said. “Sam, you and I can fuck her on the floor there.”
“Right-o! Maybe Lisa would like to get sandwiched, eh?”
Lisa didn’t know what was ahead of her. If she had, she would have been frightened. As it was, still groggy from the booze, she allowed herself to be willingly pulled into the den of Jim’s house.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lisa’s body was limp, almost lifeless as she felt the heaving, muscular bodies above and below hers. She had squatted on Richard’s cock, just as he had commanded her to. Bouncing on his prick, Lisa’s cunt got hot and excited, the cum in her pussy trickling onto his fat, hard cock.
Then Sam moved behind her, squeezing her tits and kissing her neck. Lisa thought that was fine, even pleasurable. But when Sam pushed her so she had her big tits mashed against Richard’s chest, then rammed his steelish, cruel cock deep up her asshole, bright lights flashed in her brain. First there was unbelievable pain. After agonizing seconds, the pain turned slowly to numbness as she floated on the edge of reason.
Now, her body wedged between two men, her cunt and ass each filled with a hard, pounding cock, Lisa felt completely violated, debased. There wasn’t great pleasure, nor was there great pain. Just the dull realization that she didn’t have a virgin fuck-hole in her body any more.
“Arrrggghhhhh!” Sam groaned, fucking Lisa’s tight asshole with his prick. He rammed his hips against her asscheeks, cornholing his captive with everything he had. Each new insertion of cockmeat into her ass was punctuated with a rich eruption of jism until finally, entirely drained, he withdrew his cock and sat on the floor, breathing heavily.
Lisa felt her cunt getting flooded for a second time that evening with cum. Moments before her asshole had been deluged with Sam’s heavy load of jism. She didn’t move, merely poising slightly above Richard’s body so he could lunge upward with his cock, fucking her with his heated prick.
When she slumped down on Richard, he pushed her to the side, sneering, cursing her as a whore and a cheap filthy slut. While she lay on her side, Richard squeezed a last milky drop of cum from his cockhead and smeared it off on Lisa’s cheek.
“Go ahead, Orrin, see if she’s still got some life left in her,” Jim chuckled, cracking open a Can of beer. “Fuck the little bitch.”
Orrin knelt beside Lisa, putting his face close to hers. “Are you okay?”
Lisa nodded weakly.
“Why don’t you go to the bathroom?” he whispered. “You can get cleaned up there. I … we won’t do anything if you can’t take it any more.”
On rubbery legs Lisa walked to the bathroom, listening to the men-with the exception of Orrin-laughing and making crude comments of how they had fucked her senseless.
A half hour later Lisa left the bathroom. She had showered, her skin pink and fresh. She was completely sober now, time and getting fucked by three men having stripped away that buffer to reality.
And she was horny. Still horny. There was one thing she had left that hadn’t been taken from her, and Lisa was determined that Orrin would be the first. A blow-job. She had sucked John’s cock briefly, but he hadn’t cum in her mouth so she didn’t consider the task finished.
Orrin was sitting in a chair, still without a stitch of clothing on. When he saw Lisa, his chin dropped open and he felt an immediate pulsating sensation in his fat, flaccid prick. She was positively gorgeous, looking as sweet and innocent as any virgin-except, of course, for the fact that she was nude. Her hair was combed and a pink glow in her cheeks made it appear that she hadn’t just recently been raped.
“If my memory serves me correctly,” Lisa purred, looking boldly, invitingly into Orrin’s eyes, “you’re next in line.”
Orrin swallowed hard, his lips moving without sound.
“With a prick like yours, I’m sure my memory is accurate.” Lisa stepped to Orrin and knelt slowly, her eyes slitted, locked on his. “You know what? I’ve never sucked a cock before. John never lets me do that, so you’re going to be the first. Does that excite you? Does that make your cock hard?”
Orrin leaned forward, putting his hands on Lisa’s face. He brought his lips to her, the touch soft, sensitive. Tentatively he allowed his tongue to slither over her lips and he felt her lips move, parting, her hot tongue flicking over his. Blood pumped into his cock.
Her fingertips gently touched Orrin’s knees as they kissed. Lisa moved her hand up slowly, tickling Orrin’s straining thighs until she had one hand wrapped around the throbbing shaft of his cock, the other cupping his hairy balls.
“Oh, Orrin, I do want to suck your cock,” Lisa whispered, her voice a husky sigh. “Give me your cum. Make me drink your cum! I’ve never tasted it before. Never before. You’ll be the first.”
“Do it! Do it now! Suck my cock!” Orrin groaned, leaning back in the chair and thrusting his hips forward.
Lisa pulled back the smooth, soft skin sheathing the inner core of quickly hardening cockmeat, stretching it tight as a drum around the fat cockhead. She gazed at the reddish prickknob, delighted by its size and shape. Stroking Orrin’s cock, Lisa felt the heat of his prickmeat going through her palm, seemingly heating her entire body.
“I want this to be good for you,” Lisa said softly, “so you might have to tell me what to do. I promise I’ll do my best.”
Bending down farther, Lisa inhaled deeply, smelling the fragrance of her own recently soaped skin and the musky, manly aroma of Orrin’s cock and balls. She wanted Orrin more than she had ever wanted John. Lisa wanted nothing more than to please the gray-bearded, stunningly handsome older man.
She kissed the dimpled tip of Orrin’s cock, making a point of smacking her lips loud enough on his rubbery cock-crown so he could hear it. Then, remembering how his daughter had sucked his cock, Lisa fluttered her tongue out, rolling it wetly, lovingly around in her ever-widening circles. Then, pushing Orrin’s now bone-hard prick against his thigh, she nibbled and tongued her way down the cockshaft.
“Mmmmmmmm!” Lisa purred, salivating heavily, delighted by the manly taste of her lover’s cock. She was finally savoring that part of a man that she had never dared to-nor had the chance to-before.
“Yesssss! Lick my balls, sweetheart. Lick my balls and get them nice and hot!”
Lisa raised Orrin’s balls, loving them with her tongue. She pushed his plump, egg-shaped balls around in her palm with her moist tongue until they glistened wetly. Then, finally no satisfied that she had done all that she was supposed to, Lisa tongued and nibbled her way back to the spongy crown of Orrin’s prick.
“Take it all the way down,” Orrin gasped.
“I can’t!” Lisa exclaimed, turning wide eyes up to Orrin. “I’ll choke! It’s too big for me!”
Orrin, in an almost paternal tone, explained that she must relax and then everything would work smoothly. Yes, he admitted, his cock was huge, but Lisa could deep-throat it if she really tried.
Skeptical, Lisa promised herself to give it her best shot. She kissed the cockhead again, her eyes still turned up to Orrin’s face. Her pink tongue slithered along the clefted underside of his cockknob, rubbing the long tube that bulged out the underside of his prick. It was through that tube, Lisa knew, that cum would race before gushing into her mouth.
“Mmmmffff!” Lisa sighed, wrapping her warm lips around his cockhead, squeezing his prickshaft firmly as her tongue slithered hungrily, anxiously. She bobbed on his cock, taking his prick deeper into her mouth, feeling the spongy knob bulging out her cheeks, pressing her tongue down tight in her mouth.
“Ohhhhhh! That’s good, now take it deeper,” Orrin instructed, trying to keep his body relaxed while her hot young mouth worked on his prick. “You can do it, Lisa. You can do it.”
Lisa’s body squirmed a little between Orrin’s spread thighs, her mind racing as she struggled to conquer the jaw-stretching column of delicious cockmeat. She poised her face above his rod, flicking at the slitted tip with her tongue. Her eyes turned to the side, Lisa saw Jim Edwards stroking a half-hard prick as he sat in a nearby chair, watching eagerly.
“Mmmmmmm!” Lisa moaned, her eyes locked on Jim’s, teasing him by being almost dramatically in love with Orrin’s cock.
Wrapping her fist around the base of the cock, Lisa descended upon the prickmeat, taking Orrin’s cock into her hotly sucking mouth. She gulped his prick in until the fat cockknob was at the back of her mouth, her supple lips still several inches from her fist.
“Go, Lisa! Take more!”
Lisa pushed down and felt her throat lurch in protest. She backed away, jerking her head up quickly to relieve the tension. Pausing, her ripe pink lips still encircling the very tip of the cock-crown, Lisa regained her composure, more determined than before.
She pushed her beautiful face down again. The throbbing cockhead struck the back of her mouth with greater force this time. Lisa stopped, her eyes closed, concentrating. Relax. Relax. She pushed down, her mind fighting to control her body, desire at war with biology.
“Do it, Lisa! You can do it!”
The encouragement was all Lisa needed. Her throat went slack and her face descended. The pricktip pushed deeper and Lisa raised her upper body, making the slight adjustment to allow a straighter line from her mouth to her throat for the pulsating prick.
“Mmmfff!” Lisa sighed, her throat expanding to accommodate the cock. She felt nothing but extreme self-confidence as her lips sucked lower and lower on the cock. Moving her hand away from the root of Orrin’s prick, she sucked more cockmeat into her mouth until her nose was pressed into the wiry hair above his prick.
“Awwwwwww!” Orrin groaned, entwining his fingers in her silky hair. “I-I knew you could do it!”
Lisa uncorked his prick from her throat almost immediately, but she deep-throated his cock a second and then a third time. By then she considered herself an expert in the field and attacked his scrumptious prickmeat with renewed energy, whipped her lips the full length of the cockshaft. Her tongue blazed over the spitty prickmeat, probing, searching, rubbing the flesh to urge out the jism.
“Move your hand up and down, too,” Orrin said, still fondling Lisa’s hair.
Lisa picked up the tempo, bobbing several times on the head and several inches of the shaft while she twisted her tiny fist around the base of Orrin’s cock. She moved her fist away from the prick and sucked the cockmeat completely into her throat.
“Ohhhh! Goddamn it, Lisa! I’m cumming! Ahhhhhhh!”
With her buttery lips wrapped around the ridge of Orrin’s cockknob, Lisa’s hungry tongue whipped the prickknot. The first heady jet of acrid jism splattered over her tongue, sending warm bolts of eroticism twitching throughout Lisa’s body.
“Mmmmm! Ummmmmm!” Lisa moaned, following Orrin’s thrashing body, refusing to let his cock out of her mouth. A thick eruption of cum splattered against the roof of her mouth and she cooed lustily, swallowing each blast down as it gushed in her mouth.
Lisa sucked and swallowed, thirsty for every salty drop of Orrin’s fuck-juice. When she felt the volcanic blasts between her lips begin to dwindle, become less violent, she deep-throated the jerking, spewing cockmeat and let the rest of his wad gush straight down her throat.
“Ohhhhhhhhh!” Orrin sighed as his-balls jerked out several weak spurts.
Mouthing his prick clean, Lisa finally released the cock from her mouth, licked her lips, and smiled triumphantly.
“How was it?” Lisa asked Orrin, knowing the answer.
When he groaned, too weak to do much more, Lisa kissed his knee and turned to the other men.
“Okay, you bastards, you’ve had your fun … and I guess I’ve had mine. Now it’s time for me to go home. Anyone tries to stop me doesn’t get any more of this,” she said pointing first to her cunt, then to her mouth.
CHAPTER NINE
Reverend Tim returned home, his face aglow with excitement. Gina knew immediately that her husband had scored an important victory and she ran up to him, already feeling the tingles of excitement in her pussy.
“What was it? Who did you get?”
“Lisa Mays,” Tim replied, shaking his camera. “I must have taken sixty or seventy shots of her fucking and sucking Orrin, Jim, Richard and Sam. They raped the cunt at first, but then she sucked Orrin off. And let me tell you, that bitch took to cocksucking like a fish to water.”
Gina’s hand cupped over Tim’s crotch and she gave his extraordinary prick a playful, fond squeeze.
“No time for that now,” Tim said, walking past his wife toward the darkroom, “I’ve got to get these pictures developed. We’ve got them now, sweetheart and we can put our plan into action whenever you’re ready.”
* * *
Connie Monroe was surprised when her mother, Vikki, said Reverend Bruar was on the telephone, wanting to talk to her. She picked up the receiver, trying to figure out what he would want with her.
“Hello, this is Connie.”
“Connie, this is Reverend Tim Bruar. Listen carefully and don’t say a word.”
Connie’s blood turned to ice.
“I know all about you and your father,” Tim said, his voice low, ominous. “I’ve got photos of you sucking his cock and fucking him. Now, if you are as smart as I think you are, you’ll go to the church tonight at seven o’clock. That’s forty-five minutes from now. I don’t care what the fuck kind of lie you come up with to tell your mother and father. Make it a Bible study program or something. Just come alone. Is that clear?”
Connie swallowed the dry lump in her throat and said, “Yes, sir, everything is clear.”
* * *
Connie entered the darkened church, noticing that only a few dim lights near the alter were lit. Her heart thudded in her chest, ripe tits rising and falling in their bra as she struggled to keep her hands from shaking.
Reverend Tim was standing before the podium, with Gina standing next to him.
“Please come in,” Tim said, his voice echoing in the nearly empty church. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
Gina added, “Both of us!”
Connie walked forward slowly, an eerie calm in the church. It wasn’t the brilliantly lit place she remembered. The church was dark, forbidding, filled with shadows, mysteries and danger.
When she was near the railing surrounding the alter, Gina motioned for Connie to kneel.
The teenage girl dropped to her knees on the padded rest. It was exactly in this position that Connie took communion once a month. Now, though, she suspected communion wasn’t on the mind of her reverend.
“What do you want with me?” she asked, her voice quivering. “Why have you asked me here?”
Tim handed Connie a manila envelope crammed with photos. As Connie opened it with nervous fingers, Gina moved so she was behind the frightened young girl. Gina lowered to one knee, behind and slightly to the side of Connie.
“Oh! Oh no!” Connie gasped, looking at the photographs of her fucking Orrin. After looking through a dozen of them, she realized that Tim had caught her on several different occasions fucking or sucking her father.
“Now, you sweet little thing,” Gina purred, “we’ll keep those photos a secret if you’re willing to show me a good time. A real good time, if you know what I mean?”
Connie looked at Gina, her insides feeling queasy. “Sure, I know what you mean. You want to make it with me, right?”
Gina laughed and casually cupped Connie’s ripe young tit, feeling the firm globe through the bra and shirt. The nipple was hard, but Gina suspected that was more from fear than sexual excitement.
“This is wrong … so wrong,” Connie sighed, turning slightly to face Gina. She had already decided that to keep the photographs out of the hands of her mother, she would have to show the reverend’s wife the greatest time in the world. Though Connie had never licked a cunt before, she knew she would soon be doing exactly that. And if she didn’t like it, then she’d just pretend she did and continue as hungrily as possible.
Connie’s stomach felt even more queasy when Gina took her face in her hands and kissed the teenager with open lips. Connie had never kissed another woman quite like that before. There were the pecks on the lips or cheeks with her mother, but Connie had never had another woman’s tongue slithering in her mouth before.
Gina grabbed Connie’s wrist and thrust her hand to her moist pussy, forcing Connie’s hand under her skirt. After that, Gina was busy opening the girl’s blouse and taking the cups away from the ripe, sweet tits:
“Wrong … this is all wrong,” Connie sighed as she was pushed onto her back on the carpeted floor of the church. She raised her ass for Gina to pull the faded, tight-fitting jeans down her legs, leaving the teenager without a stitch of clothing.
“I’m going to eat your cunt first,” Gina whispered, “and after that, I’m sure you’ll warm up to the idea of fucking another woman.”
Connie was resting on her elbows, with her feet flat on the floor, knees raised and spread wide. Her cunt, light-brown hair covering the slender pink crease, was gloriously exposed to Gina’s hungry gaze.
Licking her lips lewdly, Gina slipped onto her stomach, her head and shoulders between Connie’s legs. With her thumbs Gina gently spread the lips of Connie’s cunt, exposing more of her pink, juicy pussy. She saw the tiny coral-red clit at the top of Connie’s cunt, her clit throbbing visibly.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh! It’s positively beautiful,” Gina whispered, pausing to kiss the inside of Connie’s warm thigh before pressing her own hot lips against the young girl’s cuntlips.
Gina’s tongue slipped over the warm, velvety cuntlips, testing, probing softly before delving into the sweet, musky inner recesses of Connie’s cunt. Involuntarily twitching with excitement, Gina’s big nipples rubbed against the floor, and, even through her bra and blouse, hot electrical bolts of pleasure jerked through her veins. She had waited a long time to have her tongue fucking into the sexy teenager’s cunt, and now she was going to enjoy it for all it was worth.
Tim looked down at Connie’s sleek, slender body. The ripe young tits on her chest excited him, made blood pump to his enormous prick. The smallish areolas, nipples standing out proudly, looked just made for eating. A low, rumbling groan escaped his lips and he cursed under his breath, wishing he hadn’t promised Gina that she could have Connie all to herself … at least the first time.
Connie looked down her body, past the slightly flattened swells of her pert tits, and saw Gina hungrily moving her mouth over her cunt. Despite the intellectual revulsion she felt with having another woman’s tongue digging into her cunt, Connie admitted to herself that the physical sensations were no different than when her father ate her pussy. In fact, Gina might be better at sucking on a pussy, Connie thought.
“Mmmfffft!” Gina slurped, fucking her tongue into Connie’s cunt, then digging her tongue through the rosy petals to reach the drooling clit. She caught the tiny nub between her lips and sucked hungrily, pleased when she felt the teenager become tense with excitement.
Connie struggled to contain her emotions. She was forced by blackmail to accept Gina’s tongue into her fiery cunt, but she didn’t want Gina and Reverend Tim to know how much she was enjoying the humiliation. A choked sob of pleasure caught in her throat and Connie tried to swallow, only to find her mouth had gone dry.
As she sucked on Connie’s clit, Gina inserted her middle finger into the girl’s wet cunt. She sighed as Connie’s cunt seemed to suck her finger right in. Gina shoved her finger in completely, whipping the clit with her tongue at the same time.
Tim moved away from the altar, positioning himself behind Gina. He knew what she wanted him to do. They had been through similar situations many times in their marriage. When Gina raised her ass, he pushed up her dress and pulled her panties down over her thigh-high nylons. Gina rocked, raising one knee at a time so he could pull the skimpy lace panties completely off, then he went back to his position behind the alter.
“Mmmmmm! Ummmmmm! Your cunt is so sweet,” Gina gasped, rubbing her clit as she sucked and fingered the gorgeous teenage blonde. “I’m in love with your pussy!”
The words burned tiny holes in Connie’s conscience. She wished Gina wouldn’t say anything so she could fantasize that the tongue driving her cunt into the world of ecstasy was her father’s. Every word spoken destroyed the fantasy, but not the incredible pleasure.
Gina fingered her own hot pussy into a frothy inferno, then twisted around and straddled Connie’s face with her knees.
“Go ahead, honey, eat my pussy,” she said. “I know you’ll like it! I just know you will!”
Connie opened her eyes slowly, and the first thing she saw was the woman’s glistening pink pussy and her visibly pulsing clit.
“I can’t,” Connie whispered. She slipped her arms around Gina’s waist, pulling the dewy pussy down to her face. Connie’s fingertips caressed the warm skin of Gina’s taut asscheeks and slid down her thighs, fingering the silk nylons that sheathed long slender legs.
Tim stopped the words before they came out his mouth, but not the sardonic smile that twisted his lips. He had heard those words before. A young girl saying she couldn’t eat pussy. Of course she would. His wife never failed once she set her mind to seducing someone. Sure, the photographs helped in the initial blackmail, but Gina never failed to get young girls to become avid cuntlickers.
“I can’t,” Connie repeated, pulling the pussy down to her face. She pursed her lips and kissed the moist petals. The warmth of Gina’s cunt surprised her, and she twitched when her clit was sucked between experienced lips.
Connie continued to kiss the pussy, then allowed the very tip of her tongue to sneak out. At the first taste of musky, clear pussyjuice, she fucked her tongue into the hot cunt, hungry for more. Within seconds Connie was tonguing and chewing on the lips of Gina’s pussy with an urgency that only severe carnal fever can give.
Gina raised herself up, moaning softly as she brought her face away from Connie’s cunt. Looking down, she saw the splendor of the young girl’s tanned body. She saw everything but Connie’s face, which was buried between her legs. Pulling her dress over her head, then quickly taking off her bra, Gina stretched out over Connie again, pressing her hot tits into the teenager’s body.
“I love your cunt,” Gina gasped before jabbing her tongue into the moist cleft again. She bobbed her head, fucking her stiffened tongue into the pussy. Her cheeks were wet with Connie’s pussyjuice.
“Mmmmm!” Connie moaned, unable to deny her own pleasure any longer. She mashed her lips against the dewy petals of Gina’s cunt, aroused by the scent and salty taste of a pussy. She had tasted her own cunt before, but only secondhand from a cock that had been fucked into her pussy. Now, drinking pussyjuice from the source, she was addicted to cuntlicking.
Connie felt a tightening in her stomach. She knew what it meant, but somehow thought Gina couldn’t make it happen. The teenager’s eyes flew open. She saw only two golden asscheeks. A scream of ecstasy caught in her throat and suddenly her body began spasming, wrenched in the orgiastic convulsions of a mind-blowing orgasm. She bucked, her insides churning, writhing on the church floor in glorious agony and ecstasy. Pussyjuice burst from her body, spewing from her heated cunt in heavy waves.
“Mmmmmmm!” Gina moaned lustily, tonguing the quaking cunt feverishly to scoop up all the slick fuck-juice as it spurt out of Connie’s cunt. Gina’s face was wet from the warm liquid as she opened her lips wide and sucked hard on the cunt, drawing more pussyjuice out.
The added sensations of having an overheated pussy against her mouth sent Gina spinning crazily off into orgasm. Her body convulsed and pussyjuice spurt out.
“Ug! Uhh! Mmmmmmm!” Connie gasped, at first surprised by what had happened. Then, realizing how excited her own tongue had gotten Gina, she sucked and kissed the cunt as the hot, slick fuck oil poured over her face. She felt rivers of fuck-juice streaming down her cheeks, trickling into her ears and hair.
When Gina rolled off Connie, she had the look of a cat who had just eaten the family canary. Nothing better than eating a hot young pussy.
“You were fabulous,” Gina sighed, sitting in a pew, her body tingling in the afterglow of a wonderful climax. “I just knew you’d learn to eat cunt in no time flat. Girls like you always do.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Connie asked, grabbing her clothes in her fist. “What are you saying about me?”
“I’m not insulting you, darling. I’m merely stating that hot-blooded, horny young girls like you always get turned-on by the new and exciting.”
When Tim lowered his pants and pulled out his gargantuan prick, Connie’s body went rigid with fear. She knew her father had a big cock and she could take that into her cunt with no problem. But ten inches of cock from her father would seem like a toothpick compared to Tim’s incredible prick.
“Noooooo!” Connie screamed, taking her clothes and running bare-assed naked out of the church.
CHAPTER TEN
The following evening, Reverend Tim was chuckling as he sat at the kitchen table, eating supper with his wife.
“You know, this whole thing is going to work out better than we even dreamed,” he said happily. “With the photos we’ve got, those women are going to be mine!”
“Mine, too, remember,” Gina replied quickly, a knowing smile turning up her lips as she thought about her brief but ecstatic en counter with young Connie Monroe.
“You’re right, of course. I can’t help but think of myself, now can I, darling?”
Gina pushed her chair away from the table. “I’ll make the calls. Is an hour enough time.”
“Make it an hour and a half. There are things I want to check and double check first.” Tim smiled lustfully. “I want everything planned down to the last, most minute detail.”
* * *
Lisa was the last one to walk into the church and kneel before the altar. Her folder was at the assigned place, crammed with photographs of her sucking Orrin’s cock, and getting fucked and cornholed by Richard, Jim and Sam.
Beside her, Karen Feinstein and Connie Monroe kneeled, staring with blank expressions at the pictures Tim had taken of them fucking and sucking. The three women were too stunned to say even a single word.
“Well, dear neighbors, you see the evidence presented before you,” Tim said, his voice deep. “And, as you can well suspect, this is indeed blackmail.”
Lisa looked at the reverend, standing before her in his flowing robes, his eyes blazing with the wild lust that boiled in his loins. Blackmail. The word burned in her ears. She wanted to scream at him and defend herself, saying she was raped and, therefore, should be shown pity, not contempt. But what would the use be? Lisa looked down to the photograph of her kneeling between Orrin’s legs, stroking his cock while looking up at him with adoring eyes. There was no denying the honest warmth and affection in her eyes. There was also no denying the next photograph, which showed her red lips firmly encircling the head of Orrin’s incredible prick.
“You ladies are going to service my husband,” Gina said, her eyes glowing much like Tim’s as she looked at the three kneeling women. “We all, shall we say, have our own fetishes. My darling husband has his and I have mine.” She paused, catching the eye of each woman, her mind spinning with the egotistical thrill of knowing she had them in her power. “You, Connie Monrie, find a special thrill in incest. Isn’t that true?”
Connie’s lips moved as she struggled for words. Finally giving up, she sadly nodded her head.
Gina continued, saying, “And you, Karen Feinstein. You’re into bondage. For some perverse reason, known only to yourself if at all, you enjoy the bite of rope as it cuts into your wrists and ankles. Once properly bound, the more men gang-banging you, the more you like it.”
Lisa felt a stab of fear rip up her spine, knowing she was next in line.
“And you, Lisa Mays. You’re the voyeur who gets off on watching other people suck and fuck. To that extent, you have something in common with my husband. He likes watching, too.”
All eyes turned to Tim. With a shrug of his shoulders, his robe filtered down his body, exposing his nakedness and his long limp prick.
“Mouths, ladies,” Gina said as Tim stepped around the railing surrounding the altar. “It’s time to put your mouths to work.”
The three captives knew what was expected of them and positioned themselves around Tim without having to-be told. Connie and Lisa were in front of the reverend, with Karen standing behind him.
Lisa stared at Tim’s enormous cock, wondering what it would be like to have the fleshy monster crammed up her tight pussy. When she thought of getting cornholed by the massive spear of cockmeat, a cold shiver shook her body.
“The feet,” Tim said softly. “Start with my feet.”
Lisa and young Connie Monroe knelt, each by one foot. Trembling with excitement, Lisa kissed each of the toes softly. Her tongue flicked out, creeping between the toes briefly before Lisa started on Tim’s ankle and calf.
As Karen licked the backs of Tim’s knees, Gina stepped behind the big-titted brunette. She had hungered for those tits for quite some time, and now she would finally have her face pressed between their cushy warmth, would be sucking on the elongated nipples. Catching the zipper at the back of Karen’s neck, Gina pulled it down slowly.
“What are you doing?” Karen asked, turning slightly to look at Gina, sitting on one asscheek. She saw where Gina’s gaze was directed and a warm shiver of excitement went through her veins. “Oh, that’s what you want.”
Karen didn’t resist Gina as she took off her dress. All her life men and boys had groped for her tits, hoping to catch a quick feel.
With trembling hands, Gina unfastened Karen’s bra and pulled the cups away from the milky globes of titflesh. Her breathing stopped when she finally saw Karen’s tits in the flesh. Photographs, Gina quickly decided, didn’t do Karen Feinstein justice.
“Don’t mind me,” Gina sighed, “your job is to please my husband.”
Kissing the backs of Tim’s tensed thighs, Karen felt two tiny hands snaking around her body, cupping her tits and tugging tenderly on the aroused, erect nipples.
Lisa and Connie reached Tim’s prick at the same time. His cock was hard but still drooped down between his legs. The weight of his prick was simply too great to stand out from his body like lesser cocks.
Lisa paused to inhale, catching the musky aroma of Tim’s cock and balls. Her nipples were hard with excitement and, though she didn’t want to admit it, her cunt was getting dewy with the thought of getting fucked by the long broad pole of prickmeat that made every other cock in the world seem insignificant.
Raising his prick in her fist, Lisa stroked the cockshaft and kissed his apple-sized cockhead. Her pink tongue slithered out, rubbing the clefted underside of the prickknob briefly before making slow circles around the slit from which cum would spew. As she tongued the red cockhead, Connie was chewing lightly on the prickshaft.
“Mmmmmm!” Lisa moaned, her knees touching the teenager’s as they worked on Tim’s prick. She guided the cock to her mouth and stretched her supple lips around the fat prick-crown. Though Lisa had just the cockhead in her mouth, her juicy mouth was completely filled with prickmeat.
Lisa Mays, the hot-blooded young neglected wife, bobbed her face oven the crown of Tim’s prick, her tongue a flurry of smooth motion, frisking and whipping the cockflesh that grew even more enormous in her mouth.
As she chewed with her lips and teeth on the side of Tim’s cock, Connie turned her eyes toward Lisa. Since shoving her tongue into Gina’s cunt the night before, Connie hadn’t been able to forget the incredible thrills she felt. Initially, the thought of eating another woman’s cunt had disgusted her, but now she was hungry for more pussyjuice. She craved a cunt just as she craved a cock. Still chewing her way slowly toward the twin balls that were nestled in a wrinkled, hairy sac between Tim’s legs, Connie put her hand on Lisa’s shoulder.
“Ohhhhh! This is so big!” Connie purred, slipping her left hand between Tim’s legs to fondle the balls that more than filled her palm. She pulled the balls toward her face and kissed them, at the same time allowing her right hand to slide down Lisa’s body, almost touching the full, slightly wobbling tit encased in a bra and blouse.
Lisa’s lips were wrapped firmly around the prickshaft, just behind the cockhead. Tim smoothed her golden hair away from her face and she looked up at him, adoration glistening in her eyes. He was the one who had made the sounds she had heard, and Lisa felt a strange kinship to him. She pushed her face forward, taking two more inches of prickshaft into her mouth while his cockhead forcibly stretched her throat.
“I know you can do it, Lisa,” Tim said, his voice a husky whisper. “Take it all. Take it all down your sucking throat.”
Lisa pistoned her face smoothly, her hair flouncing over her shoulders in silky waves, taking more and more of Tim’s cock into her throat each time she dived at him. She had both hands wrapped around his prick, holding his cock like a baseball bat, twisting and turning her fist as she worked her lips and tongue over the cockhead. Connie’s hand was now over her tit, caressing her nipple and sending new flushes of erotic excitement directly to Lisa’s throbbing clit.
Lisa was still sucking on Tim’s prick when Gina came around and, from behind, undressed her. She was happy once the bra was off and hef tits were free because then the beautiful young teenager named Connie Monroe could do as she pleased with the thirty-six-inch tits that jiggled and swayed with her bobbing.
“Don’t be selfish, you’ve had that long enough,” Connie complained, pulling the slick cock from Lisa’s mouth. She bent Tim’s prick until his cock was aimed at her own ripe, lush mouth and sucked the prickknob in. Her cheeks bulged out with the vast girth of Tim’s cockhead. The young girl squeezed Tim’s balls and sucked more of his prickmeat into her warm hungry mouth, fondling Lisa’s nipple at the same time.
Karen was on her knees directly behind Tim. She put her hands on his tight asscheeks, kissing each one in turn with a light smack. She could hear Connie sucking hungrily on his cock, and her mouth salivated in anticipation of having the enormous, fleshy prick in her own cock-hungry mouth. But that would have to wait. Right then Karen had something else in mind for her mouth to do.
“Do it, Miss Feinstein,” Tim said, his voice soft but commanding. “You’re trying my patience.”
Without a second of hesitation, Karen pushed her face between the warm asscheeks, her tongue stabbing at the puckered asshole. She licked quickly, sliding her tongue through the crack of Tim’s ass planting hungry kisses on his cheeks. Her gargantuan tits rose and fell as her breathing quickened, and Karen licked the asshole with faster, more urgent swipes of her tongue.
“Ohhhhhhh! Damn it, that’s good!” Tim sighed. He watched Connie sucking on the tip of his rod while Lisa caressed one of his nuts in the wet recesses of her mouth. Behind him, Karen was tonguing his ass like nobody had ever done before. She was actually shoving her tongue right into Tim’s asshole, stabbing her slick pink tongue an inch into the hung preacher’s asshole.
Gina undressed Connie slowly, pausing to suck on the girl’s hard brown nipples as she mouthed Tim’s throbbing cock. Taking a step backward, Gina allowed herself the voyeuristic pleasure of seeing three beautiful women all wantonly servicing her husband with their months. She would eat every pussy before the evening was over, and look at each woman as they knelt between her thighs, tonguing her fiery cunt. The thought made Gina shiver, and she slipped into Tim’s arms, pressing her tits against his side as her tongue slithered into his mouth.
“Mmmmmmfffff!” Lisa slurpred, releasing one of Tim’s balls from her mouth. Connie’s fingers were setting fire to Lisa’s pulsating nipple. She bared her lips and bit the shaft of Tim’s cock, hard enough to make him squirm, but not hard enough to actually hurt him. Though she had never sucked a cock quite as large as Tim’s before, Connie was no stranger when it came to having a cock in her mouth.
Lisa rolled her tongue along the edge of Tim’s prick until she reached Connie’s face, then she proceeded to kiss the teenager’s cheek. Quivering with new-found lust for young girls, Lisa released Tim’s balls and cupped her hand over Connie’s firm ripe tit. The taut nipple was hard and warm in her hand and Lisa sighed lustily, giving the side of Connie’s neck several hungry, moist kisses. Lisa tasted the girl’s hot flesh, the musky mixture of sweat and skin, squeezing the tit harder, more urgently. She felt desire rising to a fiery pitch in her cunt, even though her throbbing clit hadn’t been touched, except briefly by Gina when she stripped Lisa.
“Mmmmmffffff!” Connie moaned, as much for Lisa’s benefit as for her own pleasure. She knew she would absolutely go crazy with lust once she was in the arms of her sensual, big-titted neighbor. Releasing the spongy, red pricktip from her mouth’s hot embrace, Connie stroked the spitty cock and turned her face to Lisa. “Kiss me.”
Lisa didn’t have to be asked twice. She flattened her curvaceous body against Connie’s lean supple frame, pressing her hot, glistening lips against the girl’s. Their tongues darted hungrily, entwining with each other’s, searching for fuck-juices.
A little annoyed at having his cock neglected, but turned-on by the erotic picture of two extremely sexy young women kissing, Tim said, “Wait a minute. Let’s not forget about my cock.”
He rubbed the cummy tip of his prick against the women’s cheeks, smearing off the opaque drop of pre-cum that had formed at the piss hole. Tim watched their mouths working, opening and closing slowly as their tongues roved freely to search and taste. Pushing the fingers of both hands through their hair, Tim held the women fairly motionless as he fucked his cock between their lips.
“Mmmmmmm!” Lisa sighed, opening her mouth wide to let the edge of the cock slide over her lips. She looked at Connie, their faces close to each other, and winked at the teenager.
It occurred to Lisa in that shining moment that she was finally enjoying the sex life that her neighbors had been enjoying all along. Lisa was finally a participant rather than just a viewer. The revelation made her cunt tingle and become even more juicy. The young wife could smell the faint aroma of her own pussyjuice and she squirmed on her knees, chewing on Tim’s prick more wantonly as he fucked his cock back and forth.
Connie stuck her tongue out as far as it would go, letting Tim run his cock over it. Reaching between Lisa’s spread thighs, the teenager pressed her palm against the soft downy bush of hair nestled there. The warm, slick pussyjuice trickled onto Connie’s hand and she cooed lustily, still sucking Tim’s prick, already fantasizing about what it would be like to have her tongue deep in Lisa’s cunt.
Tim groaned, watching the women working on his prick. Behind him, the equally erotic but entirely different sensations coming from his asshole were caused by Karen Feinstein’s frisking, fucking tongue.
“Mmmmffffft!” Karen slurped, fucking her pink slick tongue into Tim’s asshole. Though she had never licked an asshole before, Karen found that the new thrills going through her body were making her pussy hot, hungry for something to satisfy her cunt. Reaching down, she caressed her throbbing clit, keeping her face buried between the cheeks of Tim’s ass.
Gina watched Karen fingering her pussy and decided that it was definitely time to enjoy more of the erotic action and do less watching. She got down on the floor behind Karen and rolled onto her back with her head near the big-titted brunette’s ass.
“Raise up a little, sweetheart, and you can sit on my face,” Gina said calmly, as though she were asking for something altogether commonplace, rather than for something that Karen had never done with a woman before.
Feeling apprehensive, but too turned-on to do anything but comply with the woman’s wishes, Karen raised her ass and stopped licking Tim’s asshole just long enough to see blonde hair suddenly appear between her legs, starkly pale in comparison to her own black cunt bush.
“No wonder you always have that contented look on your face,” Karen said, hoping a joke might make her feel less uncomfortable about having Gina between her legs. The joke didn’t work, but as soon as Gina’s tongue fucked deep into her pussy, spreading apart the lips of her cunt to gouge out the clear pussyjuice, Karen forgot all her inhibitions and reservations.
Tim started positioning Lisa and Connie in a sixty-nine position, and, as soon as they figured out what he wanted, both women quickly assumed the positions. Connie was on her back with Lisa’s knees surrounding her face. Lisa’s luscious, adorably rounded ass was raised to just the right height for Tim to fuck his cock into her pussy doggie-style.
Lisa’s full, lushly abundant tits pressed against Connie’s stomach as the young wife took pause to look at the pink, moist cunt just inches from her face. Could she go that far? Had John’s neglect of her body driven her to the point of bi-sexuality and lesbianism? Yes, she thought, yes! That’s exactly what he’s done, and L’m thankful to him for it!
The fragrant aroma of Connie’s young cunt made Lisa’s mouth water. Using the tips of her fingers, she pried apart the lust-swollen petals of the teenager’s cunt, finding the red, gently pulsating clit at the top of the tight pussy. Lisa was just about to catch the delicious-looking nubbin of pleasure in her mouth when she felt her own cuntlips being wedged apart by Tim’s awesome cockhead. Closing her eyes, concentrating hard to stay relaxed, Lisa felt her cunt become enlarged to an extent she hadn’t thought possible.
“Ohhhhhh! Easy, lover, you’re awful fucking big,” Lisa purred softly, amazed that she didn’t feel any pain.
Tim pulled back and the crown of his prick slipped out of Lisa’s pussy. His prick dropped down, the wet knob smacking against Connie’s forehead leaving pussyjuice and spit to glimmer there on her flesh.
“Put my cock in her cunt, Connie. That’s your job when you’re down there,” Tim said. Though he tried to sound as commanding as he had earlier, lust and the pleasure he had been receiving had taken the mean edge off his temper.
Connie took her tongue away from Lisa’s clit just long enough to bring the purple head of Tim’s prick into position. Holding the enormous cockshaft in her tiny fist, Connie nodded her head and watched the hard cockmeat driving into the tight pussy.
“Awwwwww! Damn, you’re a big man,” Lisa groaned, now feeling only slight discomfort at having half of Tim’s prick in her cunt. When he pulled back, then fucked more of his cock into her juicy pussy, Lisa took his prickmeat more easily, feeling more stuffed with cock than she thought possible. Not even getting fucked in the cunt and ass at the same time had made her feel more full of prick flesh.
As soon as Lisa was completely certain that Tim’s cock, through extraordinarily large, wasn’t going to actually hurt her, she resumed her lusty cuntlicking. Her pink tongue worked like a serpent, spearing into the juicy cunt to scoop out the rich, slick fuck oils that seeped from the young girl’s pussy. Lisa found the taste altogether to her liking and wondered briefly why she hadn’t tried to seduce a woman before.
“Damn, woman, you’ve got a tight cunt,” Tim groaned, the fuck fever rising in his balls, cum bubbling, waiting to come to a boil. He fucked his hard spike of prick flesh completely into Lisa’s cunt, watching the cheeks of her ass get forced apart by the nearly four-inch girth of his cock. When he pulled back so that just the tip of his cockhead was still prying apart Lisa’s cuntlips, Tim paused to watch the beautiful teenager, Connie, licking pussy with the excitement and energy that he figured only young girls could have.
Looking over his shoulder, Tim saw his wife and Karen also facing in opposite directions, but resting on their sides. The look of sheer ecstasy on his wife’s face as she tongued the dewy crease of Karen’s cunt gave Tim a feeling of supreme happiness. He could enjoy himself more fully knowing that Gina’s needs and desires were being taken care of.
Turning his attention back to Lisa, he fucked her cock-hungry cunt with renewed energy, fucking his long rigid cock full-length into her cunt until his crotch smacked against her firm asscheeks, causing her skin to ripple in smoorth, velvety waves.
“Yeahhhhhhh! You’ve got a real fine cunt, Lisa Mays! A real fine cunt!” Tim groaned, fucking the hotly sucking pussy while Connie licked his balls. He didn’t know yet what he was going to do with his cum, but he knew it had to be something special. Something that all of them would remember for a long, long time.
Tim’s enormous balls swung loosely in their wrinkled, hairy sac. As he fucked his heated column of cockmeat into Lisa’s pussy, his balls rolled over Connie’s forehead. He fucked his thick pussyjuice-coated cock faster into Lisa’s clasping cunt, feeling the walls of her pussy contracting around the fucking length of his blood-engorged prick.
“Mmmmmmm! Ohhhhhhh!” Lisa moaned between hungry licks as she drank in the fuck oil that seeped from Connie’s cunt. Her clit was getting gloriously rubbed each time Tim’s cock pushed in or pulled out of her pussy, and Lisa could feel the muscles in her body tightening, preparing to spew out her own juices on the fucking prick and over Connie’s face.
It hit Lisa with the bone-jarring, gutwrenching ferocity that she had never known. She snapped her head up, her pussy still being fucked by the vicious length of prickmeat that had no equal, Connie’s hotly searching tongue still jabbing into the pink, juicing petals that oozed pussyjuice.
“Iiieeeeeaahhhhhh! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumminggggggggggg!” Lisa screamed, her smooth ass twitching as her cunt spasmed, slick fuck oil spewing out onto Connie’s twisting face and open mouth.
Connie tongued the gushing pussy as quickly as possible, but that still wasn’t good enough to capture all the warm, sweet fuck oil that spewed out. Pussyjuice trickled down her cheeks, mingling with her long golden hair. She gasped, lashing at the cock-filled pussy while rubbing the tip of her tongue against Tim’s balls and the underside of his fucking prick.
Tim was rubbing his monster cock around inside Lisa’s quaking cunt when he heard the sobbing cries of ecstasy coming from behind him. Pausing briefly in his fucking, he turned around in time to watch Gina’s body twitch in the convulsions of her orgasm. The vision of Karen’s almost classic good looks all smeared and glimmering with his wife’s pussyjuice made Tim’s balls tingle hotly.
“Hey, you ladies, I think it’s time you all showed my cock how much you love it,” he said, grinning as he plucked his prick from Lisa’s cunt. “Come on, lay down on the floor with your faces together. The Reverend Timothy Bruar is going to give his congregation a cum shower.”
Lisa giggled with the delicious thought of watching Tim’s jism spitting from the tip of his prick. She was absolutely certain that his fat, egg-shaped balls would generate more cum even than Orrin’s, and the thought of tasting his salty spunk made her tremble, almost like she was cumming once again.
Lisa and Karen positioned themselves so that they were shoulder to shoulder, facing the same direction. Connie positioned herself so that her feet were in the opposite direction as her friends, but her face was wedged closely in between the other two.
“This is going to be the best ever,” Tim sighed, getting down on one knee and holding his cock over Karen’s face, since her face was in the middle. “I’ve never cum on three faces that were so beautiful before.”
Tim stroked his cock, running his long, muscular fingers from stem to stern on his warm, spittty prick. He pulled the loose foreskin back and forth along the inner core of steelish cockmeat, stretching the skin tight around the cockhead.
“It’s so fucking big!” Lisa gasped, unable to believe that any one man could have the cock that had the mass of two or three normal cocks combined. The fat, perfectly round crown of Tim’s prick looked like it was ready to explode because the skin was stretched so tightly around it. Lisa couldn’t help but think that Tim’s cock had a life and conscience of its own.
“Cum on me,” Karen whimpered, knowing from experience what kind of thrill it was to feel hot, sticky, rich cum splattering on her face. Orrin had fucked her tits many times, cumming on her body, and she always found it an incredible turn-on.
“No, I want it!” Connie complained, suddenly afraid that, being the youngest and the one with the least shapely body she might be losing out on Tim’s attention.
Tim chuckled, his ego fully stroked by the urgent pleas of the three women. “Don’t you cocksuckers worry your little heads off about a thing. I’ve got enough cum in my balls to give you all a nice big drink.”
Tim looked at the women, each with her mouth open, tongue lolling out, waiting for the eruptions of fuck liquid to gush from his straining cockhead. He pounded faster on his prick, his fingers barely touching his thumb as he squeezed and kneaded his fiery fuck-stick.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Tim sighed, the cum beginning to boil now. “Get ready! Get ready! Ohhhhhhhh! You rotten cocksucking whores!
Bitches! Cocksuckers!”
Because of the gargantuan dimensions of Tim’s prickshaft, the cum didn’t jet out of his cockhead like jism does with smaller pricks. Instead, it only squirted several inches out, but the stream of white, globby cum was almost continuous.
Lisa felt like a baby bird, begging for a worm from the mother, fighting for sole attention in a nest of chicks. Tim guided his cockhead back and forth over the faces of the three women, making several white lines from Connie’s face, over Lisa’s, to Karen’s, then back over Lisa’s. When the hunger to taste more of Tim’s acrid, salty spunk got too great, the horny blonde wife pushed her face up and captured the mushroom-shaped head of Tim’s cock between her lips.
“Mmmmmmmmm!” she moaned, sucking hard, drawing several rich bolts of jism into her mouth to savor. She released the delicious cockknob now drained by her quickly slithering tongue and strong suction, and pushed the cum around in her mouth, wanting to keep the taste there forever.
“Ohhhhhhhhh! Damn, that’s good! Damn, that’s good,” Tim groaned, letting the three beautiful women all suck and stroke his prick at the same time. They made mouth-love to his cock, worshipping its size and shape, begging to get mouthfuls more of his fuck-cream.
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“You know,” Lisa said, sitting completely naked in a pew, calmly fingering the lips of her cunt, “we should do this more often.”
“Sort of a church organization?” Tim asked, a twisted smile playing with his lips as he thought of fucking the three gorgeous women on a regular basis.
Karen piped in, saying, “We could buy some things … for me. Hell, they would be tax deductible!”
“By things, I assume you mean some bondage devices, and that sort of thing,” Lisa said, staring wantonly at Karen’s forty-inch tits.
“What else?”
As they laughed, Lisa felt more alive than she had since she had married John. She had totally dismissed him from her mind. He had neglected her too often, made her feel too insignificant too many times. Now she was on her own, at least when he wasn’t home. When he was home, she would be the dutiful wife.
When he was gone, she was going to fuck and suck as many cocks as she possibly could and love every single minute of it, and relish every last drop of cum.