Chapter 2

Had Ron Tipton known what lay in wait for him that night at the Fosters', he probably wouldn't have shown up at all. Guilt had been nagging at him ever since he pressed his hard dick snugly against Beth's soft belly and whispered, "If you weren't Glen's wife ..." and then hadn't been able to finish his sentence. It wasn't right. He just couldn't do it to Glen. Then, to make matters worse, Beth had rubbed sensually against him and asked softly, "If I weren't Glen's wife ... what, Ron?"

That had been an invitation, and he knew it. Beth, beautiful and soft and married to his best friend, wanted him too-perhaps as much as he wanted her. He'd decided then not to ever visit their home again. But today, the very next day after his resolution, Glen had called him at work and asked him to have dinner with them that night. Hating himself for not having the will power to resist seeing Beth again, Ron had found himself accepting without hesitation.

Now, butterflies flitting in his stomach, Ron stepped up to their front door and rang the bell. He promised himself once more that no matter how inviting Beth became tonight, he wouldn't dance with her nor flirt even a little bit. He owed it to Glen to keep his hands off.

Glen was sitting in the living room, smoking nervously and trying to concentrate on the evening newspaper when the doorbell rang. It startled him. He'd been waiting for it to ring, but he still jumped when it finally did. It was such a crazy damned thing they were doing. Last night, with his throbbing prick inside Beth's moist pussy, the idea had sounded altogether different. Beth's wanting both him and Ron loving her at the same time had seemed so erotic then, so ultra-sophisticated. The same feeling had crept over him when he called Ron and invited him to dinner without mentioning the true purpose for the invitation, and again when Beth was dressing in her see-through blouse and her shortest miniskirt. Christ, she hadn't even put on a bra! And now Ron was at the door. Glen got up from the couch to let him in, wondering if he'd lost his last marble.

He was barely on his feet when Beth came hurrying from the kitchen, her high heels clicking rapidly till she entered the carpeted living room. Glen watched her move toward him, taking off her apron as she walked. She was smiling, but it was a nervous smile. He wished she'd worn a bra. The pink nipples of her swaying breasts showed clearly through the pale blue of her sheer blouse.

"Sit down, darling. I'll let him in," she said, stopping to stuff her discarded apron into his desk drawer. She closed the drawer and smoothed her shoulder-length blonde hair. "How do I look? Do I look seductive, Glen?"

He'd been hoping she might have changed her mind. God, but she was lovely! How could he go through with it? Could he stand to lie beside her in bed while she gave herself to another man? Even if the other man was Ron, his closest friend? He felt a strange sweet ache in the vicinity of his rapidly beating heart. "You look irresistible, baby," he told her, deciding to sit down again before his knees buckled under him. He watched her smile grow more assured. Then she was gliding to the door, her nylons whispering as she walked. Her butt wiggled delightfully under her miniskirt. She moved gracefully now, unhurried, her long tapered legs tensing and relaxing lazily. Trying to act nonchalant, Glen went back to his paper. With some effort, he forced it to quit dancing.

Thrusting out her breasts just enough so Ron would have to notice, Beth opened the door. She saw his face tense as he jerked his gaze from her tits and looked into her face. She smiled warmly. "Come in, Ron. Supper's almost ready. You and Glen can have a drink while I finish up."

At the word drink, he pushed a quart-size bottle (still in its brown-paper store sack) at her and mumbled, "Hi, Beth. Gee, you look nice. Am I late? I feel like a freeloader, coming two nights in a row."

"You're not a freeloader," she said, taking the bottle from his awkwardly extended and trembling hand. "You didn't have to buy this, you know. Glen keeps enough on hand."

Ron shut the door behind him as he stepped into the foyer and began taking off his coat. "It's just some table wine," he demurred.

"Oh, my dinners aren't fancy enough for you, huh?" she teased.

He protested, saying her dinners were wonderful, better than his mothers. She laughed and told him she was only joking, and thanked him for the wine as he hung up his coat. Then they walked together into the living room and she left the men to fix their own drinks while she finished dinner. The wine was already chilled. She put it in the refrigerator to keep it that way until she served the meal. Glen and Ron were the same age-twenty-three-and they could handle liquor better than she could, but she was beginning to develop a taste for it. Tonight, especially, she wanted something to drink-but not too much, just enough to give her a pleasant glow and the courage she'd need to actually go ahead and seduce Ron as she and Glen had planned. She tried to get it off her mind; it was entirely too exciting to think about so early in the evening!

Beth and Glen sat facing each other across the table, with Ron at one side. Several times during the meal she let her knee touch intimately against Ron's. At first he kept jerking his leg away, but after a while he gave up and joined her in a game of kneesies (secretly, he thought) under the table as the three of them chatted and ate and sipped the wine he'd brought. Glen and Beth exchanged knowing glances, both beginning to get in the mood for the erotic evening Beth so desired.

Glen knew his wife was rubbing knees with his best friend under the table, out of his sight. It excited him. He felt almost a part of it because Beth had told him she was going to do it. Ron looked guilty as hell. Glen felt sorry for him. He'd wanted to tell him straight-out what they had in mind, but had agreed to let Beth play at being an adulterous wife. It was all so new to her, she'd said. She'd never seduced a man before. So he'd agreed to play along and allow her to tease poor Ron until he was panting with need for her.

It was a dirty trick to play on such a good friend, but Glen had to admit it held a certain charm. More than that, it was fascinating. The way Beth was getting to Ron so early, he'd be a wild man when she was finally ready to take him to bed with them.

Beth served coffee and desert. After the wine, she didn't want any dessert, so she lit a cigarette and sat smoking and sipping coffee as the men talked and ate. They were talking about something that had happened years ago, when they were kids. She slipped her foot out of her shoe and put it on top of Ron's nearest foot. When he dropped his dessert spoon, she nearly let out a giggle. He picked up his spoon and went on eating as if nothing had happened.

She put her foot between his ankles, then slowly rubbed her sole up the inside of his leg. His knees clamped on her foot, holding it there as he shifted uneasily in his chair. He threw her a quick, pleading glance. She smiled, working her foot past his knees and up between his thighs. Her nylon-clad toes gently probed his crotch, finding and caressing an enormous erection. Ron looked like he wanted to cry but she didn't let up. He could barely keep up his end of the conversation as she moved her warm foot up and down the bulge in his trousers and tickled his balls with her wiggling toes. When his face looked like he was about to come, she relented and put her foot back into her shoe.

"You're missing the news," she said to Glen as she held up her wrist and pointed at her watch.

"Christ, why didn't you tell me it was time for it?" Glen asked, getting up at once. "Come on, Ron. Let's catch the newscast."

Panic swept over Ron's face. Beth knew why; he couldn't get up in his present state. With amusement, she also noted her husband's tented trousers before he quickly turned away so Ron couldn't see.

"I'll be with you in a minute," Ron said, scraping his saucer as if he wanted the last crumb of his dessert.

Glen left the dining area, calling over his shoulder, "Okay. Come on back to the bedroom. The set's still there from last night. We'll watch the world go by lying down."

Ignoring Ron completely, Beth collected a load of dishes and went to put them in the dishwasher. When she returned to the table, Ron was disappearing down the hall. Humming unconsciously, she cleared the table and put the rest of the dishes in the machine.

The news was just going off when she entered the bedroom. Everything was perfect. The room was dimly illuminated by the TV screen. Ron was lying on one side of the bed with Glen on the other. A space big enough for her was between them. As she kicked off her shoes and approached the bed, Ron started to get up.

"Stay put," Glen told him. "We'll watch this next program."

Ron lay back, smiling uncertainly as Beth climbed onto the bed and walked on her knees between him and Glen. She lay down on her stomach and rolled over, her hip brushing against Ron's as if by accident.

"Got enough room?" Glen asked.

She snuggled her head into the crack between the pillows. "Mmm ... yes. This is so nice and cozy, isn't it?"

Ron lit a cigarette as Glen kissed her ear and asked, "Can you see the TV all right, honey?"

"My head is a little low. You guys are hogging the pillows. No, Ron, you keep that pillow. You need it to see the screen. Each of you give me an arm and I'll be fine."

She raised her head. Glen's arm moved under it. "Ron," she said, "loan me your arm to prop up my head."

His arm crept hesitantly under her head and Beth lay back with a sigh. "That's fine."

Glen looked straight ahead at the TV, yawning, feigning sleepiness. Beth reached for Ron's cigarette, took it from his lips and brought it to her mouth. She took a drag, then put it back between his lips. "Thanks," she said, exhaling. "Isn't this a lovely way to watch TV?"

Ron nodded, pretending interest in the commercial on the screen so he wouldn't have to look at her. The program came on. Beth let her legs move apart till one of her thighs rested against her husband and the other against Ron. Ron lay stiff as a board.

Halfway through the program Beth asked Ron for a cigarette. He gave her one, tried to offer Glen one and got nervous when he saw Glen's eyes were closed and his chest was rising and falling evenly. "He's asleep," Beth commented.

"I ought to go, then."

"No, Ron. Stay. I want you to."

He lit their cigarettes. "It doesn't seem proper," he whispered. "With Glen sleeping, I mean."

"You don't need to whisper. This is getting to be a habit with Glen, falling asleep after dinner. He sleeps like a log for about an hour, then wakes up fresh as morning till bedtime."

Ron pretended interest in another commercial. Beth blew smoke straight up toward the ceiling. "Do you think I'm pretty, Ron?" "Huh?"

"Do I appeal to you? You appeal to me, you know. You do know I go for you, don't you?"

"I better get out of here fast," he said, but made no move.

"You didn't answer my question." "Beth," he moaned, "don't press it. Think of Glen." "Glen's fast asleep. I'd much rather think of you right now."

"Jesus. I ache inside for you, that's how much you appeal to me."

"Then kiss me, Ron. I ache too, honey. For you."

Listening to the wild beating of his heart, Beth turned her face toward him and offered her parted lips.

His face moved toward hers, then stopped barely an inch away. "It isn't right. Glen is my lifelong friend."

She said nothing, just put her lips to his and kissed him passionately, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth before he knew what was happening. He groaned and rolled against her, bringing his face above hers and returning the kiss, licking her darting tongue, sucking it.

"Oh, Ron," she sighed. "Darling Ron. How I've longed for that kiss. Put out our cigarettes, honey. I want to hold you with both arms."

His hand trembling, Ron took her cigarette and silently rolled to the side of the bed, mashed both of them out in the ash tray, then rolled back to her and eagerly took her in his arms. They were on their sides, arms around one another, mouth to mouth and belly to belly. Ron's hands moved down her back, flipped up her miniskirt, cupped her tender, nylon-covered ass and pulled her cunt tight against his throbbing dick.

Moaning, he let tongue probe deep in the sweetness of her willing mouth, exploring its recesses. Rubbing against him hotly and moaning in return, Beth sucked harshly on his tongue. She licked its smooth undersurface, teasing it deeper till its tip lapped deliciously at the back of her throat. Impatiently her hand went between them and fumbled at his fly. She jerkily unzipped his pants, then reached in and boldly grasped his hard prick. Squeezing his shaft hungrily, she tugged his organ from its shelter of shorts and pants, bringing his glans to her cunt and rubbing it between her moist lips till her crotchband was sticky and pressing into her cleft.

"What a nice cock you've got," she murmured, as much for her husband's alert ears as for Ron's. "Put it in me, darling. Fuck me."

"Oh, Jesus," he groaned.

"Don't you want to fuck me, honey? I want you to, so very much. Glen says I'm a terrific lay. He says I've got the tightest, hottest pussy he's ever screwed. It'll be even tighter for you, Ron, because your dick is bigger than Glen's. God, I want you! Do it, Ron. Take my panties off and give me your lovely dick."

"I can't, goddamn it," he moaned. "God knows I want to, but it wouldn't be fair to either you or Glen. Glen is my friend. I'd never forgive myself for taking his wife away from him."

"You're not going to take me away from him. I love Glen dearly and wouldn't think of leaving him. But I love you, too. Don't you love me a little bit, Ron?"

"Yes ... no ... oh, shit. I don't know. Right now I do, but. .. " "That's good enough. Love me while your cock is nice and hard. When it goes soft, well be friends again just like before. You won't owe me anything afterward, Ron. Do it, darling. Hurry!"

"Glen--what if he wakes up? Shouldn't we go to the living room?" Ron asked, already hooking his fingers under the waistband of her nylon panties and pushing them down her hips.

"Let's stay here," she insisted, unbuttoning her blouse as she lifted her hips so Ron could get her panties the rest of the way off. "Don't worry about Glen. It'll be all right. Trust me, honey."

The last ounce of Ron's resistance ebbed away. He scooted lower on the bed, slipping her panties down her legs as he went. As he dropped them silently to the floor, Beth rolled to her back and spread her legs for him. Her blouse was open now, revealing her luscious tits with their hard, strawberry-colored nipples. She held her arms out in invitation.

"Hurry, darling," she breathed. "Hurry!"

Ron glanced at Glen, who was still lying calmly on his back. Hastily, Ron unfastened his pants and kicked them off, along with his shorts. The bed bounced as he clambered between Beth's thighs.

Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. Her arms went around his back, holding him to her as he brought the head of his organ into contact with her warm, moist vulva. He kissed her, groaning into her mouth, pushing the sensitive head of his rod past her outer lips and into the tighter circle of her fiery-red inner lips. It wedged there for a second, then popped through and sped up her snug vagina as she sucked in her breath and trembled.

"Beth," he gasped. "Oh, God, baby ... you are tight! And hot."

"Tight and hot for you, honey, for your lovely fat cock. Oh, Ron ... I love it. It feels so big and masterful! My pussy is weeping with joy around it. Do you like my pussy?

Does it feel good? Here," she said, rapidly clenching the strong walls of her vagina around his shaft and making him grit his teeth at the sheer pleasure of it. "Do you like that? Glen loves it."

Ron "mmmmmed" with his lips together and buried his face in the curve of her neck.

Glen hadn't seen a thing, because his eyes were shut, but he'd heard it all. He knew they were coupled now, that his best friend had his throbbing cock stuck deep inside Beth's sensual body. The pangs of jealousy he'd expected had never come. His love for Beth was stronger than ever, and his affection for Ron hadn't diminished the least bit. They were joined in the most intimate of all possible meetings, and he loved them both as if they were one. It had been bittersweet torture to lie beside them, feigning sleep as they made love. He could stand it no longer. He wanted to join them, to be a part of their union.

The bed was jiggling and creaking now. Ron was throwing the meat to Beth and she was whimpering delightedly. Turning only his head toward them, he opened his eyes. Beth's face mirrored her bliss. He couldn't see Ron's face, which was on the far side of Beth's head. He was kissing her neck and tonguing her ear.

"Christ," Glen exclaimed loudly, "that looks like great fun. Is this a private party or can anyone join in?"

Ron sucked in his breath sharply. His ass tensed and stilled, with his cock buried deep in Beth's snatch.

Beth quickly reached over and took Glen's hand. "It's a private party, darling, but you're invited. Take off your clothes and join us."

Beth and Glen kissed as Ron asked fearfully "What the hell's going on here? Jesus, Glen, I'm sorry. We just got carried away. Listen, buddy, if you want to kick my ass, go ahead. I won't try to stop you."

Glen laughed. "Beth is a terrific piece of ass, isn't she, Ron?" He began unbuttoning his shirt.

"You're not pissed off about this?" Ron squeaked, unable to comprehend Glen's good-natured reaction to seeing his wife and best friend screwing. "You don't even mind?"

"Hell no, I don't mind," Glen assured him. "I think it's wonderful-the two people I care most about in the world enjoying each other. Go on, Ron. Don't keep my wife waiting. Fuck her good. She wants you to finish, don't you, baby?"

"Mmm, yes," Beth said softly. "He's got a nice cock, Glen. It fills me so snugly. See, Ron? I told you it would be all right."

"God, I can't believe this!" Ron muttered.

"Believe it," Glen said. "Enjoy it. This is why we asked you over again tonight. Beth wanted you to lay her. She wants us both loving her, together." Jesus!

"She's a little nut," Glen chuckled, getting out of his pants and shorts. "But I don't mind. How about you, Ron? You got any objections to sharing my wife with me?"

"Christ, no."

Glen pushed his pants and shorts off the bed and kicked off his shoes. He sat up to take off his shirt. "I hope her teasing at dinner wasn't too uncomfortable for you. She wanted to play seductress. Was she any good at it?"

Ron's ass was moving again pumping his cock within Beth's cunt. "Was she any good at it? Son of a bitch, yes! She had me ready to climb the fuckin' walls!"

"Mmmm," Beth sighed. "This is just wonderful. Two lovers. Come on, Glen. Kiss me while Ron fucks me, honey."

Wearing only his socks, Glen lay back down and rolled toward them. He put his arms over Ron's back and fondled one of Beth's tits. "Is Ron a good fuck, baby?" he asked, his face close to hers.

"Yes, darling, he's got the nicest cock! Thank you for letting me have him. You're a very considerate husband."

"I'm nutty, that's what I am,"Glen chuckled.

"You are a little nutty," Beth agreed, then grunted as Ron banged his cock into her extra hard. "But very nice."

Glen kissed his wife tenderly. She moaned in mock protest at his lukewarmness, opening her mouth to be kissed more passionately, more in keeping with her mood of the moment. Her hand enfolded his erect organ and squeezed hard. The copulating couple's heavy breathing and throaty murmurings whipped Glen's passion higher. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, enjoying her immediate and hungry suction. As Glen screwed his tongue in and out of her mouth, Ron kept right on fucking her thoroughly, plunging his twitching prick into her steaming cunt and jerking it back in a frenzy of movement.

The bed creaked under Ron's uninhibited and forceful thrusts. Glen could tell she was hotter than ever before. The constant moans and whimpers coming all muffled into his mouth told him how good Ron's cock was making her feel. She was having the time of her life, being kissed and fondled by her husband as her lover kept right on pounding her ass into the mattress.

Beth tore her mouth from Glen's and kissed Ron, thrusting her tongue in deep, licking the smooth inner surfaces of his cheeks, lapping at his teeth and tongue, tickling the back of his throat, moaning and grunting as his cock hit into her rhythmically with little wet, splatting sounds. "Oh God," she wailed,, pulling her mouth from Ron's and again kissing her husband.

"Is it good, baby?" Glen asked, knowing she was near orgasm by the glassy appearance of her slitted eyes. 'Tell me how good old Ron's pecker feels to you. Talk dirty."

Panting and whimpering between words, she shouted, "It's so fat and hot ... great, Glen ... God, honey, you depraved bastard ... Ron's got the sweetest cock! Oh, goddamn ... mother fucker! Shit, honey, I wasn't kidding ... his is bigger than yours. Fatter and longer, too. Jesus, Glen, it touches my womb! Mmm, so good . .. the way it flicks at my cervix!"

"You like that, huh?" Glen asked excitedly.

"Goddamn, yes ... I love it! Fuck me deeper, Ron. Harder!"

"Harder, Ron," Glen encouraged. "Fuck the livin' shit out of her."

Ron increased his already powerful thrusts, his ass now pumping piston-like above Beth's quivering body. She let out a shrill cry and began humping upward to meet him, making their sweaty bellies splat together lewdly.

"Yesss," she groaned. "Ohhh ... oh you wonderful stud! Slam it to meee! Ung ... uhg! Coming! I'm coming!!!"

Her vaginal muscles gripped Glen's rod with all their strength, holding to it as the walls of her cunt began dancing delightfully around Ron's plunging cock. She mashed her trembling, wet lips to her husband's willing mouth, thrusting her tongue and whimpering into his mouth as spasms racked her body. It was like none of the orgasms she'd had up to this time. They'd been highly enjoyable to her, but this one was utterly fantastic. The reality of her daydreams had come true. She had two lovers at once, and there was magic in it for her. Every nerve in her body sang out in concert this time, in a wildly vibrating crescendo. It was so erotic, so intense, so soul-satisfying!

"Jesus, baby," Glen said when she was lazing in the afterglow of her climax. "I never heard you so gushy. Was it as good as it sounded?"

"Better!" she wailed. "Ohhh ... oh, God."

"Ron," Glen said, "you big-dicked bastard. It looks like you've cut out a permanent job for yourself here. Beth is definitely going to want more of your cock."

"Much more," she sighed.

Still humping away and grinning broadly now, Ron panted, "It's fine with me. Like you said, pal, your wife's a terrific piece of ass. If it's all right with you, I'll be glad to fuck her every chance I get."

"You'll get plenty of chances," Beth breathed. "I love it. Goddamn, it gets better every time! Let's fuck all night long, till the sun comes up in the morning! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Hurry up, Ron," Glen urged. "Get your nuts off and let me have a turn with her. I'm so hot I'm getting a fuckin' stone ache."

Gritting his teeth, Ron cupped Beth's soft ass and hammered away furiously in her slippery pussy. Three times Beth and Glen thought he was about to blow his load, and three times his build-up of passion slipped away unfulfilled. Beth soon caught up with his mood, thrusting her snatch up at Ron and stroking the tensed cheeks of his laboring butt. Finally Ron let out a deep sigh and stopped all motion, resting his weight on his elbows to keep from causing Beth any discomfort.

"Did you come?" Glen asked hopefully.

"No, goddamn it, I can't make it. I just can't turn loose."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Beth offered. "Well, there is one thi--no, you wouldn't want to," Ron said.

"What is it, Ron?" Beth asked. "Tell me, honey." "It's dirty. You wouldn't want to do it, Beth." "Tell me! " she demanded. "I'll do it." "Jesus, you'll both think I'm crazy." "Nonsense," Glen said.

"Do you want me to suck you off?" Beth asked. "Is that it?"

"Would you really do that?" Ron muttered, his eyes widening.

"Of course I will, sweetheart. I'll be glad to. Is that what you want me to do?"

"Jesus, Beth, I'd love it ... but not now. What I'd really like is for you to stick your finger up my ass. You see, I'm anally ero--"

Beth's fast action stopped his words. Her hands were already on his butt when he made his request and she grinned lewdly as she quickly lubricated a forefinger in some of her own sex juice and sank it into his hot anus.

"Like that, darling?" she asked, wiggling her finger deep inside his dark tunnel. "Is this what you wanted me to do?"

"Yessss," Ron groaned. "Oh, Beth! Thank you, baby."

"Is it good, Ron? Am I doing it right?"

"Just great, honey. Now I can come. Leave your sweet finger in deep; keep wiggling it while I hump you."

Glen looked on as Ron resumed his fucking. Ron's eyes were shut, and from the blissful expression on his face, Glen could tell it wouldn't be long till he popped his nuts. Beth cooed and moaned along with Ron, keeping her finger stuck up his bouncing ass as his cock repeatedly jabbed into her honey pot with rapid-fire action. His thrusts became more rapid and shorter, and his face took on a pained expression.

"Wiggle it, baby! Wiggle it in deep!"

"Are you coming?" Beth asked, lying still now and letting Ron jerk and twitch atop her as she stirred her finger wildly inside his butt. "I feel you swelling and throbbing!"

"Yes, baby! Yes!" Ron gasped, pushing in deep and grinding his pelvis against hers.

The head of his cock was twitching against her cervix so delightfully that Beth felt another orgasm welling up inside her. "Me too, Ron! Oh, God! Me too!"

"Beth ... oh, Beth!" Ron croaked.

"Yes, darling ... yessss! I feel you! I'm coming with you! Oh, goddamn! Oh, shit! Mmmm ... SHOOT IT! SHOOT IT DEEP AND HOT!!!"

It was all Glen could do to hold back his own orgasm as Ron blew his creamy load deep into Beth's heaving belly.

Glen had to do something, and at once. With their lustful moans and cries ringing in his ears, he brought his mouth to Beth's and kissed her wetly, shutting off her heated exclamations, inhaling her gasping breath into his own chest. Her lips were cold, having given up their heat to the hairy, moist furnace between her thighs.

He'd never seen his beautiful bride so immersed in carnality, so totally lost in the throes of sexual ecstasy. Though their simultaneous orgasm lasted less than a minute, it seemed to Glen his wife and friend would go on holding each other and coming forever. His nuts were aching when Ron finally heaved a deep sigh of satisfaction and rolled off Beth's trembling body.

"Best piece of ass I ever had," Ron panted, his limber dick flopping lewdly onto his lower abdomen.

Glen looked intently at Ron's wet organ as he crawled quickly between Beth's thighs. "Goddamn, you really hosed her good," he muttered.

He shut his eyes and groaned with pleasure as he sank his throbbing prick into his wife's steaming hot cunt. She was looser than usual but still tight enough to feel snug around him. "Beth," he groaned. "What a marvelous fuck you are!"

"I'm all fuck, darling. Tonight I'm nothing but fuck. God, you feel good inside me. Get wild, Glen. I want a wild husband now. Be rough with me, honey." She grunted and squealed with delight when he began humping mercilessly. "Yessss! Oh goddamn, you lovely bastard, you! Shove it hard and deep! Mmmm! Oh, Glen! It's good, honey ... so good!"

"You're a regular little fucking machine tonight, aren't you, slut?" he asked. "Tell me you're a slut, darling. Tell me: Her arms hugged him tightly as his cock plunged frantically, the shaft sawing away at her hairy opening. She put her lips to his ear and whispered sultrily, "I'm a slut.

Your slut. Your cock-hungry little slut. I'm not only a fucking machine, I'm also a fucking machine. You know what I'm going to do, Glen?"

"What?" he panted, not bothering to open his eyes.

'I'm going to suck Ron's cock while you fuck me. I'm going to suck it up nice and hard again, so he can put it back in my pussy as soon as you come. Then I'll suck your sweet dick so you can fuck me after Ron has seconds. Jesus, I am a hot-assed little bitch, aren't I?"

"Yes," Glen panted. He opened his eyes and moved his head back to make room for Ron's penis. "Suck him a hard-on, baby. I want to see his cock in your sweet mouth."

"Ron," Beth hissed, "feed me."

This time Beth got no argument from Ron. His cock was already rearing its head when he scooted up the bed and rolled toward her waiting face.

Both men watched as Beth took Ron's slippery organ in her small hand and eagerly guided his sperm-covered glans into her mouth. Her lips nibbled around his shaft as she greedily took in more and more cock. She had over half of it in her mouth when she gagged and had to stop momentarily. She backed off less than an inch, then gobbled it in voraciously. Her lips worked fishlike around Ron's thickening shaft and her cheeks sank inward till they outlined his organ clearly. Then, maintaining her strong suction, Beth began bobbing her head back and forth and slurping loudly as she ran her tongue over the velvety head of Ron's cock again and again.

"Jesus," Ron groaned, his eyes wide as he stared at Beth's sucking lips and bobbing head.

Glen was also staring, but he was unable to speak. A guttural sound of pure lust was ripped from deep inside his throat. He dropped his face to one of Beth's hollowed cheeks and began kissing her and whimpering. His tight nuts exploded, sending a mass of hot sperm spiraling forcefully into the depths of her belly.

Beth "oohed" around the cock in her mouth. She slurped obscenely as she backed her face off it and kissed Glen with open-mouthed urgency. Both her arms encircled him, holding him to her as he shot spurt after spurt of his juice at the winking mouth of her womb. She thrust her tongue, which tasted of saliva and semen and pussy juice, deep into his whimpering mouth, moaning in concert with him as he sucked it deeper yet.

When Glen rolled weakly off his wife, she pleaded, "Now, Ron! Fuck me again, darling. Fuck me quick!"

Panting, Glen got off the bed and out of the; way. As Ron hurried to replace him atop Beth's writhing body, Glen saw the condition her sweet cunt was in. Her blonde pubic hair was lying in wet ringlets, plastered to her skin by sweat and a mixture of male and female secretions. Her clitoris stood at the top of her elliptical slit, hard and red and raw-looking from the pounding it had taken. Folding outward, more swollen than ever before, Beth's cunt lips were blood-engorged and twitching with lust. Her slick vagina couldn't harbor the two loads of sperm within it, and as she clenched her cunt muscles in anticipation of receiving Ron's dick for the second time, a mass of cum oozed from her feverish cunt and trickled down the crack of her ass.

Then Ron was between her legs, plunging his rod in to the hilt. She let out a tiny cry, throwing her legs around Ron's ass and her arms around his back. Their mouths joined in a tongue-sucking kiss as Ron began humping. Beth's ankles were locked over his butt, her heels kicking at the cheeks of his ass like spurs, driving his cock into her jerkily and rapidly as she hunched up to meet him in mid-air.

Moving one arm from Ron's back, Beth pulled her mouth from his, turned her face to the side, and beckoned Glen to come stick his half-hard organ in her mouth. She licked her puffy lips as Glen got onto the bed and into position. "God, I'm hot," she moaned. "Hurry, darling. Fuck my mouth!"

Glen pushed the slick head of his cock between her lips. She laughed crazily and began planting quick, passionate little kisses on his glans, like a mother overcome with love for her firstborn child. Her pink tongue shot out and circled his coronal ridge several times.

The bed bounced and sang as Ron screwed her hard and fast. Their pelvic mounds were slamming together so fiercely Beth was jolted about. Her head jerked up and down the pillow, and she lost contact with Glen's penis. She was grunting and mewling, trying to concentrate on both cocks but receiving so much pleasure from the one in her cunt she couldn't open her eyes to find Glen's. Her mouth open wide, she groped for his glans with ready lips, only to have the tip of his rod bump all around her mouth. It nudged her chin, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, leaving its mark each place it touched- a spot of the clear fluid seeping from the eye of Glen's dick.

Impatient with her, Glen took his wife's head in both hands and pulled her mouth over his prick. The heat surrounding his organ made him gasp. Her mouth was wet and warm and hungry. The sensual lapping of her rough tongue on the big vein running along the under surface of his cock quickly brought Glen back to full erection. Her cheeks clamped on either side of his shaft as she sucked down as if her life depended on it.

It was too good; Glen couldn't remain passive. He grabbed a handful of blonde hair on both sides of her pretty face, holding her head still. He went wild, groaning and pumping his cock erratically. In his excitement, he plunged too deep, driving the head of his rod into her throat and making her gag and choke. When he realized what he was doing to her, he backed off and let go of her hair.

Coughing and Sputtering, Beth pulled her mouth free. She gasped for breath, then smiled up at him and said, "I thought you were going to kill me, darling. Jesus, you're as hot as I am, aren't you?"

Glen dropped to his knees beside the bed, leaning over to kiss her and apologize for losing control of himself.

It's all right, honey. It's all right," she insisted, then broke into a smile as Ron asked her to stick her finger up his ass so he could come. "Give him your cock, Glen. Stick it up his ass."

Glen grinned. "I'm willing. Shit yes. How about you, Ron?"

"Jesus," he exclaimed, stopping his fucking motions. "I don't know. A finger is one thing . . . but a cock? Christ, I'm not a queer."

"You loved my finger in you, didn't you?" asked Beth.

"Goddamn right, baby! I want it again, right now."

Beth shook her head, smiling a taunting smile. "No."

"Oh, come on. You know I can't come without it!"

"Nope. No finger. You'll take Glen's dick or nothing, honey."

"Beth ..." he pleaded.

"Go on, Glen," she said. "Fuck Ron's ass. Help him come."

"I'm willing to do it, Ron," Glen said. "I've gotta put my cock in something now. Either get off Beth so I can put it in her, or stay on her and I'll screw your asshole. It's up to you, pal."

Ron made no effort to get off Beth. His indecision showed clearly on his face. Finally he said in a low voice, "All right. Try it."

Unhooking her ankles from above his ass, Beth let her legs fall to the bed. She pulled her knees between Ron's and pushed his legs apart as Glen got onto the bed and moved into position over them. The warm head of his rod gently touched Ron's anus. Ron jerked and tensed his buttocks.

"Relax, honey," Beth told him.

"It's too dry," he protested. "It's going to hurt. I know it's going to hurt."

Glen reached down to their joined genitals and scooped up some of their mixed secretions for lubrication. He wiped it over Ron's asshole, applied some of it to his cock, then nudged the resistant aperture with his glans again. "Now it'll go," he said, pushing gently but firmly into Ron's puckered brown ring.

"How does it feel, honey?" Beth asked Ron. "Jesus," he muttered. "So far, so good."

"Glen?"

"Good," he replied. "Nice and tight and hotter than hell!"

"Are you in yet?" Ron moaned.

Glen hunched, sending the head of his hard cock popping through Ron's rubbery ring. "Now I am," he sighed, sinking his cock all the way into Ron's butt as Ron squealed with a mixture of pain and delight. "Does it hurt, buddy?"

"Nngh," Ron groaned. "Yes, a little. But I think I like it. Christ, it's so much longer and fatter than a finger!"

"Fuck him, Glen! Fuck him good!" Beth urged.

Taking care not to move too roughly, Glen slowly withdrew his dick. Ron's tight quivering anus clung greedily to Glen's shaft, puckering outward and jerking along the hard column of flesh as it retreated. When only Glen's cockhead remained inside Ron's butt, he paused and asked, "Okay, Ron? Are you all right?"

"Fuck him!" Beth yelled.

Ron's voice was even more broken and excited than Beth's as he wailed, "Oh, God, am I ever all right! It's the greatest thing I've ever felt. Go ahead, Glen, fuck me!"

All three of them were moaning and shouting obscenities as Glen hunched furiously at Ron, driving his cock deep and hard. Beth, her voice shrill with lust, shouted out her orgasm, which triggered Ron's, whose gripping, winking asshole sucked the cum right up from Glen's balls and vacuumed it deep into his spasming bowels.