Chapter 8
Lou grunted and groaned as he continued to empty his nuts into Paula's thrilling vulva. When he had shot his hot wad, his cock went limp and the slippery sperm covered dick slid out of Paula's hole, followed by a small stream of sperm which ran out of her. She climbed off Lou's lower body. Although he had just frigged Paula, he realized that it was Marcie that he really wanted. Her nude lush body, hands resting lightly on her breasts after Rudy had risen from the couch after he had come inside her body, made her seem more desirable than ever to Lou. Her pink jutting nipples, still erect seemed to beckon to Lou from between her fingers. Lou had the perverted desire to fuck Marcie immediately, to sink his shaft into her cunt which was filled with Rudy's come juices. He wanted his prick to smear with Rudy's semen and to add his own to mix with Rudy's sperm inside Marcie. He had no idea of the homosexual connotations of this desire and if he had, he wouldn't care.
Marcie stirred uneasily, in a fog from the liquor. She was aware of Rudy's prick emptying his hot juices inside her cunny, having had her in another deeply satisfying love session, and now she was very tired. Where were they?
Rudy was standing there stark-naked. She looked past him at Lou and Paula, they were naked, also. She looked at herself. And she let out a cry.
Rudy laughed. "Everything's all right. Here."
As she tried to cover herself with her hands, she said. "I want my clothes."
Rudy laughed again, but there was a sharpness to his eyes which didn't go with the sound. "You're among friends, honey. Have another drink."
She sat up, holding her knees together and one hand at her lap to cover her exposed pussy. With her other forearm she was trying vainly to shield her big bubbies. "I don't want another drink," she said, dizziness assailing her. "I want my clothes."
"Why?" Rudy snapped back. "The evening's young yet. You don't see anyone else getting dressed, do you?"
She looked from Rudy to Lou and Paula. They were standing there mother naked, peering at her curiously. Lou had his arm around the blonde girl's waist, his pecker aroused at the sight of her exposure. Lou was passionately excited, his cock jutting toward her in invitiation, his balls completely in the open as the curving prick stood out from his body.
"No." Marcie cried and attempted to stand up. She fell back against the sofa cushion.
Rudy sat on the couch beside her. He placed the drink on an end table and turned his attention to Marcie. He took her in his arms.
"How could you?" she murmured. "How could you?"
He cut off any further objections or arguments by kissing her lips with his. His tongue commenced branding hers with a touch of liquid fire.
Again, in spite of herself, Marcie started to respond.
Rudy's hand was sliding up between her thighs. Not much pressure was required. He read her body like a blind man using braille.
His lips slid wetly to her ear. "Now how about that drink?" "Oh, Rudy...."
"Come on. It'll make you feel lots better."
Marcie's eyes were closed once more as she leaned against the back of the couch. The world was spinning, and she had decided not to try to stop it.
She felt a hand on her -moving along her leg. Yes. That was what she wanted. More of Rudy. She needed his hot loving cock humping her.
His fingertips were exciting her wet cunt now, touching, searching, driving her wild with want.
She felt lips. Lips and darting tongue. Yes. Oh....yes-'
This was delicious, to lie here this way, and to have the man she loved caress and kiss her sexual parts. She twisted against his amorous explorations of her vagina, as the fingers rubbed the tubular hot, slick interior of her vagina, the entry lips, the stiff clitoris...
Now he was urging her to lie down. She felt his hands and the pressure of his body. She yielded, and the couch was against her back.
His mouth was at her hot, yielding tits, lips capturing an upthrust nipple as his hands held and molded the breast. This forced the nipple to his kiss. He kissed her lingeringly, with warm and tender passion.
He went to the other knocker and made love to that nipple in the same way. Marcie's nipples throbbed. She wanted Rudy to slip his big tool into her stimulated on-fire cunt again.
She reached and took hold of his pulsating gleaming organ. No. Her eyes popped open and she saw that the man who was leaning over, kissing her breasts, was not Rudy
"What's the matter?" he demanded blinking at her. "Don't you like my kind of loving. Man, I sure like you. You are the wildest "
It was with horror that Marcie realized another man, not Rudy was making love to her and that Rudy was watching as the strange prick was about to enter her cunt and hump her, a strange prick was going to eject his hot, wet sperm into her intimacy. She turned her head to find him and received her second shock in quick succession. Rudy was with the skinny blonde. They were on the rug in the middle of the floor. He was lying back looking at the girl.
"Rudy " Marcie cried. "Help me "
Her anguished entreaty brought a laugh from the center of the room, where Rudy was well occupied by the naked blonde. Now Phillips was moving to Marcie...touching her vagina.
The first thrill blasted to the man's liquorfuzzed brain like a lightning bolt, giving sudden sensual illumination. The pleasure was pure and very sweet. Propped on his arms, he looked at that which he now knew, the beauty of face and form, the clarity of skin, the excitement which was mirrored in her features.
In spite of her horror over the fact that the man was about to put his organ inside her was not Rudy, and that Rudy was about to lay another woman in her presence, Marcie would not help but respond sensually now that this other man was working his fingers in and out of her aroused pussy. The closeness of him caused a surge of passionate response on her part, and this was quite separate from anything she might think with her conscious mind. This was elemental, founded in biological instinct, and she could do nothing but respond as he hovered over her naked middle, placing his peter to her vulval lips, he plunged the knob of his prick between them. She felt the hot hardness of his head working into her cunt.
Lou was busily engaged in proving his ability as a lover. The thrill of fucking this lovely piece of ass, of watching her facial muscles contort in sweet anguish and watching her breasts quiver all over was greater than any thrill he'd had in a long time.
He had drunk too much to derive the most benefit though. He realized this even as he slithered his organ in her warm wetness and struggled on the bumpy path to his finish. He wished that his mind were clearer, that his senses were more sharp.
He would have to have another chance with her, he vowed.
Now he pressed his buried prick deep inside her hot passage, so that they were touching from shoulders to legs. He humped his throbbing organ deeper inside her burning twat until his balls were pressing up against the pubic mound surrounding her completely filled pussy lips.
He felt her nearing the moment of satisfaction. She began to shudder and rise against him, her back arching for his own ejaculation. He pumped as swiftly and as powerfully as he could. He knew the precise moment when she broke free from the ordinary limits of the human nervous system and went soaring into blissful escape. He continued to struggle. Her buoyancy had not freed him unto orgasm.
He worked harder, moving at her with wild urgency. Marcie whimpered wanting him to stop. From somewhere close by, a coarse cheer arose from Rudy Nichols' throat and a derisive laugh from Paula as they watched Lou fucking busily.
Lou's eyes rolled back, his whole body tightened. He was almost there...almost... almost...
The magic trigger was tripped, his lust convulsed, and he cried out in triumph. He tensed, shuddering all over, as the hot pleasure spurts burst from him to gush and flow into her throbbing cunt, his sperm mixing with Rudy's hot wetness -just as he had wanted. Then he fell forward, clasping the sleek, perspiration-filmed body.
Marcie wavered at the doorway of unconsciousness, trying to hold on yet wanting to slip away. She gave in to the effects of the liquor and her extreme emotional exertion. She fainted.
When she awoke, she was in bed.
Then she remembered.
She sat up with a start, her head seeming to bound like an inflated ball. She held her self upright, eyes closed, until her equilibrium was restored. Then she looked down at the man beside her.
At that moment she saw him as she had never seen him before.
She thought, What am I going to do?
Rudy was supposed to be her lover. He was supposed to be planning to marry her. And yet he had practically invited another man to actually fuck her while he had humped away to the other man's girl. This was not the way a man in love should act. This was certainly not the way a husband-to-be should act, to allow another man to ejaculate his sperm inside the intimate cunt of his own intended. Marcie could not marry a man who would let his fiancee be treated in that manner.
She sat and studied his face in sleep. His mouth was partially open; a beard was sprouting on his cheeks.
He was handsome, even at that moment. And in spite of everything, Marcie felt a tug at her heart as she looked at him. He had been very drunk, she thought. He hadn't realized what he was doing.
For herself, Marcie experienced soulsearching shame. She hadn't liked the glib, good-looking real estate salesman, but she remembered his nakedness against her breasts and hips. And then she had found herself enjoying the male lust of his rhythmic humping, her buttocks and belly had swayed and met his surging prick inside her. Marcie knew she had thrilled deeply as she had felt the jolting surge of his peak ecstasy. She also knew that before she had passed out, her inmost womanhood had churned into twitching, uncontrollable pleasure along with Lou's, and she urgently desired for him to ejaculate his hot, thrilling sperm in her, to fill her cunny walls with his torrid white come-juice.