Chapter 4
Harry grinned broadly. He felt his heart pound and the sun at his back and the slight breeze brush coolingly over his damp forehead. It was one of those times when he knew he'd done it right, the instant the ball clicked off the putter and began the long, sweeping curve over the green toward the cup.
The whole game couldn't have been done better. He'd let old'man Brewster win by one stroke, and yet he'd pushed hard enough so that the old boy knew he'd been in a game.
At the same time, he'd beaten Jess Kingman again, just the way he knew he was eventually going to beat the bastard out of the position Brewster was making them compete for.
By God, he was going to beat Kingman! Despite the handicap Cassie made for him.
"Stunning! Beautiful putt, there, Martin!" Brewster blurted as the ball rattled into the cup. "Gad, Kingman ...did you see that?"
"Yes, sir, I sure did," Jess responded, forcing a grin.
"Well done, my boy-well done!" Brewster went on, mopping at his sun-red forehead. He came over and clapped Harry on the back. "You pressed me all the way, Martin-made me really stay on my toes. Now, that's the kind of drive I like in my key men at Brewster and Company, eh, Kingman? Isn't that right?"
"Yes, sir," Jess said darkly, shouldering his clubs. He started to turn away and then thought better of it.
Harry knew that Brewster might put on like a muddle-headed old fart but that he was definitely not. He didn't miss the fleeting sore-loser attitude Jess had just displayed. Harry damn near gloated.
The three men walked up the slope toward the clubhouse, Brewster having offered to buy them drinks. He chatted on about the game, walking between them, complimenting Jess on some of his shots, trying to split his praise between them. But Harry knew the afternoon had been his, not Kingman's.
Felix Wade was waiting inside the bar. He and Brewster met halfway, which was something Felix could get away with since Brewster had turned over most of the authority to his top man.
Harry and Jess found a table and sat while the two men talked. Harry couldn't help wondering what the huddle was about. Felix's preference would be a strong influence with Brewster, and Harry had no idea where he stood with Felix. He wondered whether anyone in the world, besides Thornton Brewster, knew where they stood with Felix. He glanced at Jess and saw the black eyes held a faintly amused expression ...as if Jess knew where he stood with Felix.
"Well done, Harry," Jess said quietly, his tone half mocking the compliment Brewster had given him. "You made points today, old buddy."
His grin was a little too fixed. Harry began feeling uneasy. The bastard was up to something. "Thanks," he said.
"Enjoy it, old buddy. While it lasts. The place where it's really going to count is the place where you haven't got a fucking chance. You know what I mean, Harry?" The grin grew broader and colder.
Harry swallowed. He knew. Goddamn, if he didn't know.
"Sheila and Cassie, Harry. That's what's going to rip it for you. Impressions, boy. I've known Brewster a hell of a lot longer than you have. I know how much that old-fashioned bullshit means to him." He leaned forward on his elbows, his grin suddenly overpowering, his voice little more than an icy whisper. "Why don't you just give up, Harry?"
Harry's jaw clenched. He felt his stomach grind, like a chicken gizzard full of rocks. He felt a powerful urge to bash Jess Kingman's face and plaster that sharp nose all over it. Or to poke swizzle sticks into the black eyes. Or to set his waxy black hair ablaze and put it out in a fresh pie of cowshit.
Damn her! Now she's got me thinking like a hillbilly!
Brewster appeared suddenly, startling Harry from his dark thoughts. "Well, I'm afraid I've got to leave you buys by yourselves," he said boistrously. "Felix just learned that Al Stevens is going to pull a surprise on us Monday, and I've got to get-back and go to work on it with him."
Harry glanced up. Brewster had the glint of battle in his eyes. He and Stevens were two foxy old bulls who had locked homs forty years ago and were still trying to throw each other. While Stevens was still alive, Brewster would never retire fully. It would be like giving up.
"That old rascal is going to be a real handful for one of you boys, I can promise you that," he grinned, his sharp eyes taking them in by turn. "Come around to my office on Monday, both of you. I want to hear your suggestions on his latest ploy."
Jess and Harry agreed and looked at each other, knowing that Brewster didn't want their suggestions at all but would be testing them.
"Well, hello, Mr. Brewster! How nice to see you again!"
The voice was polished and beautiful and feminine, exuding charm and grace. Harry turned his head and saw Sheila Kingman extending her hand and her beauty and charm toward Brewster, and he began feeling uneasy again ...as well as envious. If Cassie looked and acted half as poised as Sheila, Harry would have it made.
"Ah, yes ...Mrs. Kingman!" Brewster bubbled, taking her hand, patting it between his like an old lecher ...but a most proper old lecher. "What a lovely surprise, seeing you. Blast it, Kingman, you've got to quit keeping your lovely wife in hiding," he grinned hugely, his whole face alight.
There was another woman with Sheila. Brewster watched her movement around the table toward Harry just as intently as Harry did. She was willowy and dark-haired, with full, sensual lips and jutting tits she covered just enough to keep from looking vulgar.
Her eyes were dark and large, with a liquid quality that smacked of something molten behind them. Her hips and tight ass swayed as she came straight for Harry and slipped her slender arms around his neck and pressed her tits against him and kissed him fully. Her lips were soft. They spread over his. The tip of her tongue darted silkily between his lips and left him tingling when she drew back.
"Harry, darling, I'm so glad we caught you and Jess still here," she said, her voice low and sultry. Harry's mouth fell open. He gaped at her. He'd never seen her before in his life. Words stuck in his throat. She paid him no attention, turning to Brewster to give the old man a brilliant smile.
"Ah, Mrs. Martin, I presume! How lovely-enchanting! Harry, shame on you. Why didn't you tell me your wife was so stunning! God, man, why haven't I met her before this?"
Harry half stood. "But I... but she's ..." he choked.
Harry looked at her again. She pursed her soft lips as if kissing him again. Harry swallowed and looked at Sheila. Her pretty face told him nothing. His gaze shifted to Felix. Felix's face was like stone, observing all, telling nothing. He knew damn well the woman was not Cassie, because he'd seen Cassie with Harry one time when their cars had been side by side at a stop light. He stared at Harry now with eyes like painted nails.
Harry felt hammered to the floor. He tried to think fast, but his mind was an absolute blank. He knew he had her lipstick smeared all over his mouth.
If he denied the woman was his wife, then Brewster would come to a terribly wrong conclusion about Harry's fitness to be one of his key men. On the other hand, he didn't dare try to pass her off as Cassie. If he said nothing, then Felix probably would while he and Brewster were on the way to the office.
He lifted his hand, his finger raised. His mouth worked, but nothing came out of it. Brewster wasn't watching him anyway.
"Well, I certainly wish I could stay amidst such charming company, but work comes first at Brewster and Company, ladies. We'll all have dinner together very soon. I'm delighted to have finally met you, Mrs. Martin," he bubbled, giving the woman's hand another shake.
He turned away, ending the moment for explanation, if it had ever been there. Felix gave Harry a final look and went after Brewster.
Harry shivered. He felt something warm along his inner thigh. He had the terrible urge to look down to see if he were wetting his pants, but he didn't really want to know. Things were bad enough.
"Sit down, Harry, and close your mouth. You make me want to slip my hot tit into it for a good sucking."
She was right beside him. In spite of himself, her voice was thrilling. He looked into her mocking eyes, at her full, sensual mouth, at the points of her tits lunging from her chest. He glanced down farther and saw the source of the warm feeling along his thigh. It was her slim hand.
He sat immediately, hiding what she was doing with the table top. Her chair was right next to his. She leaned close and slid her hand higher, until her fingers crawled into his crotch and found his prick and gave it a gentle pull and squeeze.
"My God!" he gasped finally.
"Don't you like what my little hand's doing, Harry?" she asked.
"Who the hell are you!"
"Karen," she smiled sweetly.
Harry turned his head and looked at Sheila and Jess, huddled together and both on the point of laughter.
"You bastard!" he nearly shouted at Jess, the fact that it was all a setup finally dawning on him.
"Easy, Harry," Jess grinned. "You wouldn't want to be ejected from Brewster's club for being loud and disorderly, would you?"
"You rotten bastard," Harry amplified. He reached down for Karen's hand to push it from his crotch. Her fingers tightened around his balls instantly ...enough to make him gasp with the sweeping pain shooting through his belly. He took his hand away immediately, and her pressure eased. "That's a good boy, Harry," she said in her low, sultry voice. She fondled him gently, feeling all over his prick and balls, hiding the action with the table and their bodies. "Mmmmm, what a bunch," she said. "Sheila, darling, you didn't tell me Harry had such a big prick?"
"I didn't know, Karen," Sheila smiled. "Harry, honey, you mustn't be angry with Jess and Sheila. It was all my fault. I've heard so much about you from them that I just had to meet you. I hope I didn't cause you any trouble just now with that funny old man. I'm sure we can straighten everything out." She laughed softly in the back of her throat and gave his prick another erotic pull.
"Yeah, look at it this way, old buddy," Jess said. "You just got a boost in Brewster's eyes. He was impressed as hell with Karen. The way I see it, you can try to keep Cassie hidden for the next ten years, or you can use Karen here to cinch the appointment," he grinned.
"You son of a bitch," Harry said quietly.
"You could try to explain to Brewster why you were so intimate with Karen and didn't say anything when he assumed she was Cassie, but that might get a little sticky. You'd be accusing me of a frame-up, then. He fires people for back-stabbing faithful old employees like me."
"I'm going to get you for this, Kingman. By God, I will."
"Hell, Harry, finish your drink and quit worrying about it. It's done. You might as well enjoy yourself and get something out of it. Karen looks willing enough ...aren't you, babe?"
In spite of his quiet rage, Harry turned his head to look at her. Her simmering gaze went over him in totally frank appraisal.
"More than willing," she said, talking straight to him. "I want." She gave a little shiver that made her tit jiggle against his arm. "You should know something about me, Harry. I'm absolutely shameless. That much is the truth. My pussy's squirming terribly right now. If we don't get out of here, I'm going to leave a puddle of juice in this chair. Some men do that to me, Harry. I didn't know you were going to be one of them. Right now, I want nothing more than to fuck my hot, wet pussy down around your big prick and come all over it!"
Harry watched her lips swell and part, her nostrils dilate, her tits harden at the nipples. He looked into her eyes. The molten thing had turned to bubbling.
In spite of himself, his pulse pounded. His prick stretched into her rolling, pulling, fondling fingers. As Jess said, he might as well get something out of it. And he was ready as hell anyway. He hadn't even tried to fuck Cassie for two weeks, at least.
"Then let's go," he said shakily, his voice suddenly husky and low.
"God, I'm ready," Sheila joined in, watching them, her greenish eyes turning hot. "I love big pricks. Harry, why haven't you told me before this?"
Harry sucked in his breath and held it. He stared at her. Her tongue tip came from between her lips and licked slowly around them, telling him just what she liked doing with big pricks. Her silky, auburn hair made a soft frame for her pretty face.
He looked at Jess immediately. Jess shrugged and grinned, seeming completely at ease with what his wife had just said.
"What the hell kind of trick is this now?" Harry growled suspiciously.
"No trick, old buddy. Sheila likes variety. It's our dark secret. If Brewster ever found out, I'd be finished. I guess that makes us even again, huh?"
"Only if I could prove it," Harry said.
Jess grinned. "That's a point, Harry. You can't. You won't. But why don't you and I bury the hatchet tonight, huh? I smell two pussies that need fucking ...real bad."
"God," Karen gasped, nearly jacking his cock now, her hand wrapped fully around it. "Let's quit all this talking and do it!"
She stood up. Sheila stood up. Jess and Harry looked at each other. Jess cracked first.
"You twat's have to wait a minute, for God's sake," he laughed. "You jacked us up, and now we've got to go down, right, Harry?"
Harry's pulse throbbed again. Now that he thought back, Sheila's hand had been under the table too! The girls giggled and went toward the powder room, leaving the men with stiff pricks.
"Truce?" Jess asked.
Harry shrugged. "It better not be another trick, Kingman."
"My word on it, Harry. You're in for the hottest, wildest fucking of your life, and I don't care what you've done before."
The thought didn't help his prick deflate. Neither did the sight of the two women as they came back toward the table, switching their tight asses and jiggling tits. And Sheila was licking her lips again.
They went to Karen's apartment. Harry had a thought to call Cassie and tell her that he was still tied up with Brewster, but when Karen slipped her arms around his neck and kissed Mm fully again, doing that thing with the tip of her tongue between his lips, Cassie fled from his mind.
"Oh, God," Sheila moaned, pushing her body up against Jess. "Hurry and fuck me!" She shuddered when Jess clamped his hands around the cheeks of her tight ass and pulled her pussy up against his rising cock. She turned her head, her eyes hooded. "Want to watch? Ohhhh, I love being watched!"
Harry nearly creamed his pants. Jess ran the zipper down his wife's back and slipped the upper part of her dress from her shoulders. Her tits spilled into view, firm and tipped at the ends. He cupped one and dipped his head and sucked it into his mouth, while Sheila gasped and pushed her dress down over her hips.
She pulled Jess toward the couch, her eye on Harry. She slipped her panties off her ass and hips and bared her aubum-haired pussy. She spread her. legs and passed her hand over it while Jess shoved his pants down quickly.
His cock sprang upward, stiff and ready. He held it and looked at Harry and Karen. "Where's all that drive Brewster was crowing about, old buddy? You gonna stand there all night?"
Harry's senses reeled. He watched Jess lay his wife on the couch. Sheila went down readily, her lips slack, her eyes hot and heavy. She cupped her tits with her hands and rolled them.
She spread her legs wide, opening her pussy, one leg over the back of the couch, her other foot on the floor. Her pelvis rocked up and down, and her cunt mouth shone with her juices, red and silky and hungry for a cock.
She looked at Harry for a lingering moment and licked her lips again. "Watch me, Harry ...watch me get fucked! Then I'll suck your big prick off!"
"I think he's bashful, Sheila," Karen said. She cupped Harry's cock and balls. "Ohhhh, God!" she moaned. "You can watch her get fucked later, big boy. I want that prick up my pussy right now!"
She stripped out of her dress with what seemed like one swift motion. Harry stared. Her tits pointed from her chest, full and firm, the nipples stretching from the ends.
When his eyes swept down her slim body to her pinched waist and flaring hips, he gasped again. Her pussy was shaved bald!
"Ohhhh, God..." he groaned, his prick straining and throbbing terribly in his pants.
"You come with me, bashful boy," she said, wrapping her hand around his cock, tugging him toward the bedroom. "I think I want you in private for the first one."
He watched the jiggle of her firm, tight asscheeks and the sway of her hips as she led him. He heard Sheila moan raggedly and turned his head in time to see Jess fuck his prick all the way into her widespread hole.
In the bedroom, Karen let go of him and rolled onto her back on the bed. She lifted her hips and rotated them. Her thighs were spread. He looked at the puffy, naked pussy lips and began yanking at his clothes.
"Ohhhh, hurry, Harry!" she moaned, cupping a tit with her hand, sliding her other hand over the bald mound and bloated cunt lips, lightly pinching them between her fingers.
He was stricken with her beauty. Her dark hair fanned over the pillow. Her pointed tits thrust into the air. Her tummy was flat and firm, her body incredibly graceful and supple.
Everything about her was different from Cassie. She was long and slim; Cassie was short and dainty. Karen was sultry, while Cassie had a giggly, bouncy, country-fresh way about her that he'd thought was terrific when he'd married her. But it didn't fit into his life or his plans any more.
Harry shoved his pants down. His big prick lunged from his loins, throbbing and ready. He couldn't stop the thought that went through his mind, the feeling of envy between the wife he had and the wife he could have.
If he could switch wives, then he could shed himself of that rural taint and really move into his new role as Mr. Executive ...maybe even replacing Felix Wade as top man.
"Ohhhh, quit taking so long, Harry!" Karen moaned, writhing and twisting flexibly on the bed.
She lifted her knees, opening them wide. She spread the lips of her shaven pussy with the tips of her fingers. She made her cunt hole suck and pulse right at him.
Her clit strained from the top of her hairless cleft. She moaned again and let the tip of her middle finger swirl over it. And then her hand began jiggling faster and faster as she masturbated right in front of him.
"Hey..." Harry croaked.
"Ohhhh, I'm so hot! Just looking at your big prick makes me so hot I can't wait!"
Her pelvis rocked. She stared at his cock and licked her tongue tip out around her soft, sensual lips. She masturbated freely, slipping her finger up and down her red, wet gap, drilling it into her pussy hole.
"That's enough ..." Harry gasped, grabbing his cock, moving quickly toward the bed.
She reached up with her free hand. "Hurry! Hurry!"
He got between her thighs. She moaned and shook. She grabbed his prick from his hand and aimed it toward her shuddering, wet pussy hole.
Just as she pulled the meaty glans into her silken, soaked cunt, she lifted her hips high and nearly yelled.
"Ahhhh, I'm coming! Fuck! Shove it in, Harry! Hurry! Ohhh, God ...cram that cock up my cunt!"
Her hands clamped around his naked ass and pulled. He settled down at the same time, nearly falling against her, pressing his chest against her hard, pointed, hot-nippled tits.
His prick shot up her cunt, ramming all the way to the silken depths. He felt her hips toss as she clutched at him. He felt her big pussy muscle go into spasms of contractions around his bloated, rigid shaft, and a flood of cunt honey poured from her vaginal walls and soaked him.
"Yaaaaah!" she bawled again, shuddering hard. "God ...oh, God!" Harry gasped, scooping his hands under her tight, shaking ass. "I'm coming too! Already! Me too! Yaaaagh!"
He felt it rush through his prick and spurt into her greedy, sucking cunt. The whole two week's worth. It felt as if his ass were melting and hosing out through the tube of his prick.
In the other room, he was dimly aware of Sheila's cry of orgasm and Jess's coughing grunts. His prick throbbed and pulsed. It seemed that he would never stop coming.
"Ohhhh, a big load!" Karen gasped, grinning up at him. "Cassie must not take very good care of you, Harry."
He looked at her, panting still, feeling funny at the mention of her name. A wild thought came to his mind. "Christ, do you know her?"
"No," Karen laughed, making her pussy mouth pinch around his root. "Why would you ask that?"
Harry shook his head, as if to clear the fog from it. "I don't know. Everything's just so damn crazy lately. After that trick you and Jess pulled with
Brewster, I'm thinking any thing's possible."
She pulled his head down with her hand. Her lips parted softly. She kissed him fully on the mouth, slipping her tongue between his lips and searching for his.
It was erotic as hell. Harry felt as if he were going to lose his breath. While she did that, she arched her spine and made the points of her tits stab into his chest.
He fairly floated on the firm pillows. It was much different from lying against Cassie's tight little mounds. She made her pussy suck and pull at his hard prick in a way Cassie never had, too, and he felt his cock stretching more deeply into her silky, drenched hole, as if it had just awakened or something.
"Ohhhh, my God," he gasped, feeling a little dizzy when she stopped kissing him.
"Sweet Harry," she said. "Harry Martin. Is that really your name, Harry?"
"Yep, that's me," he grinned, making his prick jerk inside her.
"Mmmm, you feel like a steel rod inside my cunt, Harry. You feel like you want to fuck me again."
"You'd better believe it," he said huskily.
"Believe what, Harry?" she asked, looking very innocent.
"That I want to fuck you again."
"My pussy's so wet! God, you shot a big load into me."
"I've got another one."
"Just one?"
He grinned. "For you, Karen, I've got at least ten more."
"Ohhhh!" she squealed, shivering. "I want them all!" She pumped her hips up at him, slowly and sensually, making her pussy mouth slide silkily along his jerking rod.
"How does that feel, .honey?"
"Ohhh, God ...good!" he groaned.
"Better than Cassie's pussy? Can I fuck better than Cassie?"
"God ..." he gasped, feeling as if the top of his head would come off when his prick exploded again.
She stopped. She let her pussy go slack. "You've got to answer me, Harry, or ... " She didn't finish. She looked at him oddly.
He swallowed. It was a screwy kind of extortion. But maybe she had an ego problem and had to know she was the best before she could really let herself go.
If the fucking he'd just had was an example ...just a hint ...of the wildness she was capable of, then ...
"Yes!" he croaked, his prick throbbing with anticipation. "Ohhhh, God, yes ...you fuck better than Cassie!"
Karen nearly purred. She twined her arms about his neck and began silky, circular movements against his belly again. Her tit tips slid along his chest. Her tummy brushed against his. She lifted her legs high and wrapped them around his ass, digging her heel into the crack of his ass so that it pressured his shaking asshole.
"That's what I like to hear, Harry," she moaned. "Now ...tell me you love me! Ohhhh, God ...tell me! I feel all hot again! I want to fuck and fuck, but you've got to tell me-first..." she gasped.
"Yes!" Harry choked, his prick jerking and swelling inside her heated cunt. Her legs flexed, and her heel made his prick thrust straight in and out of her grasping, slippery, silken cunt.
"Tell me!" she cried.
"Yes! Ohhh, yes ...I love you, Karen! I love you! Fuck ...ohhhh, fuck! What are you making your pussy do to my prick! It's so hard!"
"Big and hard!" she gasped, moving and circling, humping up and down, flexing her thighs, rocking and fucking as he'd never been fucked before.
"Your pussy's wonderful! So wet and soft and squeezing! Your tits are so big and swollen! Ahhhh, God ...I love all of you!" he cried, willing to let her hear anything she wanted to hear now.
"Ahhhh, I've missed your cock!" she cried, arching against him. "It's been so long ...so long..."
She was nearly chewing his ear off as she talked, running the tip of her velvety tongue into it, kissing the side of his neck, clutching him tightly to her slim, supple, firm body.
He didn't know why she'd said that. It didn't make any sense. For a moment, he felt deflated, thinking maybe she was imagining him to be another guy, but then he didn't care any more.
Her pussy went wild around his prick. It sucked and pulsed. The juice foamed from it. Her bald pussy lips felt super-erotic against his hairy root, and he could feel his balls tightening and drawing up for another explosion as they tapped against her sweet, hairless, silky crotch.
He swept his hands under her tight ass and lifted her open pussy up around his prick. He drove into her depths all the way, feeling the pressure of her heel against his pulsing asshole help his deep ... incredibly deep ...penetration.
"Ahhhh!" he gasped thickly. "Your pussy's milking my prick! It's like a hand pulling and swirling all over my cock!"
"Are you going to come again, Harry? Are you?" she gasped, looking at him, watching his heat build in a terribly thrilling way.
"Ohhhh, yes!" he gasped. "God, I've never been so hot in my life!"
"Not even with Cassie? Not even with Cassie, Harry?"
"Not ever!" he cried freely, plunging into her pussy with stroke after wet, silken stroke, appalled with the things she could make her cunt do around his cock.
"Ohhhh, come in me again, Harry!" she moaned, still watching him, making him feel exposed and naked and shivery all over. "Hose that big prick into my cunt and make my pussy slosh with your hot sperm again! Ohhhh, Hove your big, hard prick!"
He couldn't hold out. He felt like an uncontrolled teenager again. But there was no way he could keep from coming.
"Now!" he cried. "God, I'm coming! I'm going to blast your hot pussy full!"
"Say you love me! Quick! Say it!"
"I love you!" he shouted. "Karen, I. . . yaaaagh!"
He gripped her ass with his hands. He pulled up. He felt her wet, soft cunt lips suck up around his root, nearly surrounding his balls with their warm, wet kiss as well.
His prick throbbed and jerked and stretched all the way to the back of her oiled, gripping, milking cunt. He heard her moan and felt the arch of her spine and the way her pussy shuddered as she began to come with him.
His sperm ripped from his dancing prickhead, spurting and jetting into her hole, filling the silky passage until he felt the stuff spurt from between her pussy lips and run down his balls.
"Ahhhh, Harry! I love you too!" she cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Never stop fucking me! Never let me go! Never again, Harry! I want you, I want you! I want -you forever! Ohhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, and don't stop fucking me!".
They shook and rolled together. When it was finished, he'd never felt so thoroughly drained in his life. And yet his cock still tingled and burned, as if it wanted more and more.
"Ohhhh, that was beautiful! Thrilling! God, Karen ...I hope you left his prick in one big piece so that I can suck it!"
Harry gasped. He lifted his head and looked back at the doorway quickly, his heart pounding heavily for a moment with guilt. He saw Sheila standing there, naked and beautiful, her lips slack, her eyes hooded.
Her tits were tipped and hard, the nipples fully extended. Her legs were braced apart. She leaned against the doorjamb with both hands at her crotch.
She held the lips of her aubum-haired pussy apart with two fingers while she stroked her slit with her other hand. She half waddled into the room, masturbating as she came.
Karen uncoiled from around Harry. His prick slipped from her bald pussy with a wet suck, unplugging the damned-up hole. Sperm and hot, slippery pussy juice poured from her twat. She put her hand over her crotch and spread it around, exciting herself with the slippery fluid.
Sheila stopped at the edge of the bed, holding her cunt lips apart and her thighs open, letting him see everything as she kept masturbating openly.
Her eyes went wide as she stared at his wet cock. The tingling, blazing rod was as stiff as if he hadn't fucked at all.
"Ohhhh, Karen-it's huge!" she gasped. "What a prick! Ohhhh, I wish I'd known sooner, Harry!"
Harry grinned self-consciously. Karen sloshed her hand over her shaved pussy and moaned. Sheila slipped her fingers up and down her pink gap and shivered, arching her pelvis forward. He couldn't believe this was really happening to him. They were both as gorgeous as he could ever hope for, and they were both hot and eyeing his prick, wanting to fuck and suck him limp.
His gaze shifted toward the door nervously. "Where's-"
"It's all right, Harry," Sheila said quickly, cutting him off. "He's in there building up another load. After he shoots it, his cock goes limp. Not like your big, beautiful prick! Ohhhh, it's all wet! Karen, your cunt must be steaming!"
"Look what he left in me," Karen said in her sultry way. She opened her thighs and pulled her pussy lips apart, and Harry and Sheila both looked.
Her red, slick vaginal mouth continued to drain juice. When the little pocket at the bottom of her pussy was ready to overflow, she swept it up with her fingers and smeared it all over her shaved cunt, the bloated lips, the bottom of her crotch, her slick mound.
"Ohhhh, I hope you left some in his balls for me, Karen," Sheila gasped, jiggling her hand faster over her pussy. "I'm thirsty! I want to drink his cum!"
Harry gasped. He didn't have a chance to ask what Jerry was going to think or say about this.
Sheila fell onto the bed between his legs, grabbing his stiff, slick root and opening her mouth and plunging down over his shaft immediately.
"Ahhhh, God!" Harry croaked, feeling her tongue swirl around the underside of his blazing prick.
"Does it feel good, Harry?" Karen asked breathlessly, lifting up. Her tits jutted from her chest. She hovered over him, then gently pushed him onto his back, her eyes hot and molten. "Does her mouth feel good sucking up and down your big prick?"
"Ahhhh, Christ yes!" Harry moaned.
He couldn't help the way his hips lifted. He felt Sheila's lips compress around his blazing prick and suck upward, her tongue flipping at Ms swollen glans at the same time.
She slid her hand between his thighs and cupped his balls, rolling them gently, pushing his prick upward into her warm, drawing mouth again and again.
Her ass thrust out behind her. Her tits brushed against his leg. He clenched his fingers and then reached with a groan for her, wanting her to turn around so that he could eat her furry cunt while she sucked on his prick.
"Ohhhh, Harry-you look so hot!" Karen moaned beside him. "Are you going to come already?"
"I want ...to suck ..." he gasped.
"Ohhhh, then suck my tit! Here! Wrap your lips around it and suck it hard! Ohhhh, it's so exciting to watch her suck your cock! You can come in her mouth, Harry! Remember that-don't hold back, darling! Ohhhh, suck!"
Harry's head spun. His prick throbbed and stretched for the back of Sheila's throat. Cassie had sucked on his prick before, but she didn't have the courage to suck him all the way off and drink down his boiling cum.
He opened his mouth and felt it immediately stuffed with Karen's pointed, firm tit. The nipple was hard and stiff. It was bigger than Cassie's, longer. He felt the rubbery nub against his tongue, and he flipped it over and over, loving the feel of it. He pursed his lips around it and sucked it as if it were a tiny prick growing from the tip of her tit.
"Ohhhh, wonderful!" Karen moaned. "Beautiful! God, you can suck my tit better than anybody ever did, Harry! Ahhhh, I've got to feel your mouth on my pussy ...my wet, bald pussy!"
She sucked her tit end from his mouth. He gasped and watched her lift her leg to straddle his chest. Her pussy tissues gleamed. She settled her tight asscheeks on his chest and slid forward, opening her cunt all the way to his sight.
His prick throbbed and jerked in Sheila's softly sucking mouth. He stared right at the sleek, hairless mound, the bloated pussy lips puffed so wide apart. He looked at the red folds of her muscular vaginal mouth, and his mouth began to water.
"Ahhhh, suck my cunt while she's sucking your prick, Harry!" Karen cried.
She slid forward the last inch. He inhaled the heady aroma wafting from her wet hole. He hesitated, seeing the gleaming sheen of pussy juice and sperm she'd coated her crotch with, like some kind of exotic lotion.
But then she slipped her hand under the back of his head and lifted his face into her wet crotch, and it didn't matter any more what she'd rubbed over it.
"Ahhhh, God!" she cried. "Ohhhh, Harry-your lips! Kiss my hot cunt lips with your lips! Like that! Yes! Ohhh, yes! God, lick my hot pussy! Wallow in all that sperm and cunt honey and lick my crotch clean!"
Harry's head spun. His hips lifted up and down. With each order Karen gave, Sheila sucked harder, making a flaming shaft of cherry-red iron of his prick.
He thrust his tongue out. It sank into incredibly silky folds of pussy flesh. The flavor was strong at first, and then it became sweet and delicious as her vagina gushed forth fresh juice.
He licked and lapped at her hairless twat. There was something unbelievably stimulating and erotic about it. Her wet pussy lips slipped and slid under his tongue and between his lips.
The petals were bloated and puffy and just right to nibble on with his lips. Once he started on them, he didn't want to stop. He ate and ate at her cunt, and she groaned and shivered all the while, her cunt hole spasming constantly.
"Ohhhh, fuck your tongue into my pussy, Harry! Suck your lips around my hot clit! Make me come! Shoot your sperm into her mouth and make me come at the same time, darling!"
Harry thrust his tongue into the oiled silk of her pussy hole and let his prick jerk and buck in Sheila's mouth while he swallowed down the flow from Karen's watering cunt. Then he nearly crapped on the bed when he heard Jess' voice from the doorway.
"Who wants a stiff prick?"