Chapter 3
"Are you all right, hon?" Paul poked his head into the bathroom doorway.
Connie heard his voice above the streaming splash of the shower, and answered without parting the shower curtain: "Much better, darling. Be out in a minute!"
She heard the bathroom door close, and she released a shuddering breath of relief that she didn't have to face him just yet. The warm rushing spray of water that coursed over her body, combined with the coffee and sandwiches Paul had forced down her earlier, all had their inevitable sobering effect, and now Connie was faced with the full harsh memory of her own disgusting behavior.
How could she have done those terrible things? The way she had teased poor Harvey, showing herself to him like some kind of wicked tramp, and as if that wasn't enough, pulling up her shirt and showing off her small tits in a drunken gesture of jealousy-Connie felt the blood rush to her face with the vivid memory. And the way Paul and Irene had laughed-she had never felt so humiliated in her life. What must her neighbors think of her now? What must Paul think of his bride?
Connie shut off the shower and stepped out into the smartly decorated bathroom adjoining the master bedroom. She toweled herself dry before the full-length mirror fastened securely to the back of the door.
The towel ran down across a rippling flat tummy to brush the springy wet patch of blonde fur of her precious cunt, gently stroking the curls into life. She knew how much Paul liked her little triangle of fuzz, like to run his fingers through it and feel its sponginess against the hard base of his hungry cock as he plunged deep, deep inside her.
The thought made Connie tingle with warmth, and her cunt began to cream instantly. Suddenly she was feeling much better, though still a little abashed. It was such a wonderful new feeling to be able to excite, to prove that she was desirable. No wonder she had let herself be carried away! For the first time in her life she felt attractive, deliciously sensuous and beautiful. Was it really any wonder that she wanted to share that feeling with the whole world, wanted everyone to know how proud she had become of her own body?
Paul was standing beside the bed, pulling off his shirt before the open bedside window, as she entered. Immediately he dropped the shirt on a chair and went to her, concern filling his face, and Connie eagerly swept into the strong, gentle embrace of his arms.
"Feeling better now, darling?" he asked her.
"Yes." She gazed up at his ruggedly handsome face, had to smile at the love she saw there, and all her humiliation came spilling out. "Oh, Paul, I'm so embarrassed! I just got so carried away . . . the champagne and the house and everything was so wonderful. I didn't mean to act that way! Harvey and Irene were so nice, and then I had to make a jealous fool of myself and I don't blame you for laughing at me one bit . . . "
"Whoa, now." Grinning, Paul put his fingers over her lips, stopping the rush of words that burst forth. "To begin with, it was all my fault. If I'd been dancing with my own wife in the first place, none of it would have happened. And I won't have you thinking that we were laughing at you. It was just the situation ... all that alcohol and then Irene's halter snapping the way it did ..." He shrugged. "It was my fault, baby, not yours. I wouldn't blame you if you slapped me for the way I acted."
To prove his point, he pressed the palm of her hand to his cheek. Connie felt tears suddenly leap to her eyes. "Oh, Paul," she whispered in a choked voice, "I don't deserve it! I made such a complete fool of myself!" She couldn't bring herself to tell him the whole truth-the way she had openly displayed her gaping cunt to Harvey's feasting eyes, the way she had delighted in watching his shorts bulge ominously, the way the sight of that bulge made her cunt itch and burn. "I looked so ridiculous! How could you have helped laughing? Her boobs are so much bigger and better than ..."
"That'll be enough of that!" Paul answered sternly. "I have to admit that Irene's a damned good-looking woman, and it's not every day that I find myself staring at my next-door neighbor's bare tits, but I won't have you putting yourself down. I got more than enough of that while we were dating. Do you understand me?"
"Yes," she answered in a small voice, pleased at his commanding tone despite the fact that he didn't know the awful details.
"Besides," Paul said as he grinned suddenly, and his hands moved up from her waist to cup her boobs and knead her taut nipples, "Irene's tits might have been an entertaining sight, but I don't love them. I prefer quality, not quantity."
Connie shuddered under his touch, all humiliation suddenly forgotten. He thumbed her nipples knowingly, and she sucked in her breath at the delicious tickle of silk fabric against the hard pebbly nubs.
"Oh, Paul . . . Paul, I love you." Sudden overwhelming need erupted in her, and cunt juice surged from her itching pussy. "Paul, I want you . . . I want all of you right now! Oh, Paul, I want to feel you in my mouth, let me taste you, please."
Without hesitation-without pausing long enough to let her own inexperience make her afraid -Connie pushed him back onto the king-size bed. Taken totally by surprise, Paul let her hands force him back while Connie's small mouth trailed kisses along his matted chest. She licked and sucked at each hairy nipple just the way Paul always did hers, then slowly worked her way down his belly, while Paul's firm hands entangled in her hair and his hard muscles twitched as she ran her tongue lovingly down to dip into his navel. While her kisses worked downward, Connie's fingers nimbly unclasped his jeans and tugged them down until they were off.
By now, Paul's cock was hard and rigid, throbbing against the tender hollow of her throat. Connie caressed it and licked her way to its very base, burying her mouth in his black curls.
"Yeah," Paul whispered softly as Connie's lips first touched the root of his hard cock. "Yeah, baby, that's it . . . keep going, keep going ..."
Urged on by his hands as well as by her own devouring lust, Connie kissed and ran her tongue around his cock, then turned her attention to his balls. She cupped them in one hand, looking down at their size-they were so big! Gently, tenderly, she bent down and kissed the wrinkled sac that held them, then encircled one with her mouth and engulfed it. Paul groaned, and Connie licked and sucked each of his hairy sweating balls, until they were red and aching.
Paul writhed beneath her hungry mouth, and before she knew it, Connie found her lips working even farther down, until she realized that she was kissing the outer entrance to his puckered asshole.
"Oh, yeah, baby," he was murmuring, "do it all . . . "
Hesitantly, Connie's fingers parted the cheeks of his ass, and she could see the brownish-pink ring covered sparsely by short, tightly curled hairs. She remembered how it had felt when Paul had darted his tongue up her own ass-chute, and right now Connie wanted more than anything to give him pleasure. She leaned forward, and her little wet tongue flicked over his gaping asshole, then squirmed its way deep inside, tasting Paul's ass with a probing kiss.
He writhed delightedly, and his breath came in sharp gasps. "Yeah, baby . . . more . . . more ..."
Connie's tongue jabbed in hungrily as her juices gushed from her cunt at the image of herself- frightened, self-conscious, innocent Connie- kneeling on the floor and jamming her hot slick tongue up a man's asshole. And she liked it! The knowledge that she could give any man at all pleasure was still a fresh, wonderful feeling, and that made her cunt drool honey down her aching thighs.
And the fact that the man was Paul made it even better.
She sucked and probed until Paul could stand it no longer. Then his hands caught in her hair, and he pulled her head up to his painfully throbbing cock. "Now suck it, baby, take it all ... all . . . oh, yeah, yeah . . . oh, shit, that feels good!"
Connie's tender lips stretched to receive his big reddened prick completely. At first she was afraid to take in the full length of it, it was so huge. But slowly, pushed forward by Paul's strong but gentle hands, she relaxed and let his cock slide to the hilt down her throat. She rested like that an instant, feeling the fullness of his cock all the way inside her, then began to move her head up and down its length, sucking for the sweet white nectar within it.
Paul groaned, and his hips jerked in rhythm to her moist sucking mouth. Her head swam at the sweet, acrid taste of it, and Paul's groans heightened with the growing urgency of her pace. She wanted his cock, the cock that had been sunk deep into her cunt so many times in the past five days, the cock that had rammed through the tight walls of her virginal cunt and jolted her body into wild tearful oblivion. She wanted to taste his cum in her mouth, to taste and swallow and feel it burning down her stomach.
"Oh, Christ, I'm coming!" Paul suddenly blurted past gritted teeth, and Connie felt his hot jism shoot past her lips-load after load of it- pumping out as she drank greedily.
His ass jerked from the bed, twisting wildly, then collapsed as his cock emptied itself totally into her mouth. He lay gasping while she feverishly pumped out the last of his cum and licked it up, then kissed the sensitive reddened head of his prick and nestled her cheek against it with a sigh.
"God, Connie, you are the best," he whispered, stroking her hair.
Her hand caressed his limp cock lightly. She kissed it again and looked up at him. "Was . . . was I all right? I mean, you know I never did anything like that before."
Paul laughed at her innocent expression. "Oh, Lord, girl, if you only knew!"
She shivered with joy. Paul was pleased, and that made her glad. In a way, it paid for her awful drunken behavior earlier-which worked out quite nicely, since she had enjoyed it so much, herself.
"Come to bed, honey," Paul said. "You've had one hell of a day, and any girl of mine had better get her rest while she can."
After giving his wet slumping pecker one final brush of her lips, Connie turned out the bedroom light and quickly dove between the sheets with her husband.
Paul kissed her tenderly, and his warm body pressed against hers. Connie felt comfortable and happy at his nearness. Her cunt tingled as his limp cock pushed against her. She rubbed her hips, feeling his prickhead roll and press on her sheer nightgown, stirring the cream-tinged fur of her cunt.
"Paul," she breathed hesitantly, "I'm not really all that sleepy after all. I ... "
At that moment, he happened to turn away, yawning, then stopped abruptly. "Hey, look at that. A light just came on over at Irene's house. You can see right in her window from here."
Sadly quelling her renewed horniness, Connie followed his gaze past their bedroom window to the room directly opposite them, and a sudden thought occurred to her: "Oh, and our lights were on! Do you think she was watching us?"
Paul chuckled. "You weren't so self-conscious earlier this evening!" At her hurt silence, he hurried on: "What difference does it make if she was? She might as well get used to it, because we're going to provide some entertainment in years to come."
"I wonder why she bothers with Harvey?" Connie said speculatively. "I mean, he seems like a nice enough guy and all, but . . . "
"I know," Paul agreed. "They're about as mismatched a pair as I can imagine. But you never know. Maybe people say that about us."
"Oh, they do not!"
He laughed and turned lazily to look at the lighted window. "You know, I think that's her bedroom, right across from us. If you look just right, you can see the top of her bed . . . Jesus!"
He stopped suddenly, his breath rattling in his throat, and Connie looked out.
Standing in the window, with the light full on her, was Irene. She was completely nude, facing them with her arms spread out to feel the warm night breeze. Without her clothes for encumbrance, Irene's body was every bit as beautiful as Connie would have expected. Her tits thrust straight out, and she ran her hands over them to brush her mouth-sized nipples into erection. Connie and Paul stared, unable to tear their gaze away, as her hands continued their movement down her slim tanned belly to the fringes of black, glossy fur covering her cunt-mound. Connie had never seen so much hair on a woman's cunt before. It extended almost to her belly button in a thick luxurious triangle. That deep, lustrous fur rippled as Irene's hand drifted over it, and Connie heard Paul's breath catch.
She could see his face dimly in the darkness, and the contorted lust she saw brought all her jealousy back. But she couldn't honestly blame him. Irene was so ... so perfect, with the kind of bountiful untamed body that had probably taken many a man's breath away.
And that thick patch of cunthair only made Irene more appealing as she stretched, lifting her arms high in the air to catch the full summer-night's breeze. Her enormous jugs rose in response-and a hairy hand reached out and caught one of them.
This time it was Connie's turn to gasp as Harvey stepped before the window, also nude. Now she saw his appeal, the reason Irene bothered with him. Connie couldn't believe she was looking at such a huge cock. She'd never seen anything like it before in her life. True, she hadn't seen many-just the ones in pictures, and then Paul's, which had made the pictured ones look tiny in comparison.
But Harve's cock was something altogether different. It dangled limply below his fat hairy paunch almost halfway to his knees, a monstrous fat thing that should have belonged to a stallion. An equally huge sac containing his balls hung behind it, quivering obscenely. Irene turned to face her lover, and Harvey clutched both her jutting boobs in his big hands, grinning to show his yellowed teeth.
Balding, fat, ugly, with a cock that hung grotesquely between his legs, Harvey should have been a shocking, horrible sight. But suddenly Connie couldn't take her eyes away. She had already been turned on, and now the sight of that awful, horrendous prick swaying in the breeze held her hypnotized, while cream gushed from a pussy that grew hotter and hotter.
"Holy shit!" Paul muttered, almost to himself. "Do you see that? Now we've solved the mystery of what Irene sees in him. Damn, together they look like a couple of gland cases!"
Connie nodded, hardly hearing him. In utter fascination, she watched as Harve tweaked the nipples of Irene's magnificent tits, played and rolled them until they had to be straining out at least an inch. He said something, and Irene laughed. Then Harve smacked his lips and tilted up one of her gigantic boobs. Irene was as tall as he was, and he hardly had to lower his head as the dusky nipple popped inside his mouth and rolled around over his tongue. Connie was totally drawn in now, and she could almost feel Harvey's sucking slobbering mouth as if it clung to one of her own little tits. Irene closed her eyes and smiled, enjoying the attentions of Harve's eager mouth as he grasped both her tits, sucking first one, then the other.
Paul made a sound in his throat, and Connie glanced down to see his sheet propped by his stiff cock. A tiny part of her wanted to cry out angrily at his reaction to Irene, but that part of her was stifled as she stared out the window once again.
Now Harve was rolling his face between Irene's tits, licking and kissing them while she stroked his thinly covered head. A movement caught Connie's eye, and she looked down to see Harve's cock stirring to life. She stared helplessly as the thing awoke, like a woman caught up in an insane sexual fantasy suddenly come true.
Harve's cock began to grow, to stiffen like a huge snake lazily rousing itself. Longer and longer it grew, and as it grew it raised its fat head. His prick was a live thing, a fat, disgusting thing awakened to seek its prey in the dank, yielding cavern of Irene's pussy. How could any woman fuck a thing that big? Connie wondered, and even as she wondered, her own cunt gushed afresh with precious juice that ran between her legs and onto the new sheets.
"Look at that fucker," said Paul, aghast. "Just look at that fucker!" His hand drifted under the sheet to touch Connie, and met the wet resistance of her nightgown. Without turning his eyes away, Paul pulled the nightgown up over her hips and plunged his hand into her curls to the churning hot pit he found waiting. She gasped as his fingers brushed her clit, but like Paul, she was unable to withdraw from the scene before them.
Harve nuzzled Irene's tits until they were covered with his saliva and had become two shining orbs in the light of her bedroom.
His monstrous cock pressed its head into her abdomen, and Irene's hand rubbed up and down its length like a child's hand on a staircase banister. Without turning away, without even blinking, Connie dipped her own hand beneath the sheets and clasped Paul's rigid prick. How tiny it seemed now-compared to Harve's.
Harvey's hand suddenly dived into the thick black muff of Irene's pussy, and the newlyweds watched, enthralled, as his fingers dug into that layer of cunthair and parted it, giving them a flash of pink cuntlips before one of his big chubby fingers probed between them and writhed its way into her pussy and began to plunge in and out. Paul's own fingers followed suit, so completely was he caught up in the exhibition, and soon both Connie and Irene were churning and humping their hips to grind their clits on eager hands.
Irene bounced her quivering full ass up and down on Harve's middle finger, and he forced his way upward with a second, then a third.
Connie gasped, her own sopping cunt stretched to its limits as Paul copied his neighbors' actions, driving three fingers into her. She wriggled in mixed pain and ecstasy as his fingers and ecstasy as his fingers brought her to climax in a torrent of cream that poured onto his hand, while her own hand jerked spasmodically at Paul's prick.
Now Harve had four fingers up Irene's cunt, and she jiggled as though in some obscene ritual dance -tits jouncing wildly while her two hands encircled the monster that was Harve's cock-and he pressed his thick slobbery lips once more to her boobs.
Suddenly Irene stiffened and cried out, staring with a kind of glazed look as Harve laughed and pumped out the surge of juice that literally covered his hand. At the same moment, Connie felt herself coming again, and she bit her lip violently to avert a similar cry.
Irene twisted wildly on Harve's hand, then slumped against his cock, her unnaturally perfect tits heaving. Harve said something else with a big grin, then withdrew his fingers, grabbed Irene roughly by the hair with his free hand, and plunged his wet sticky fingers straight into her mouth!
Connie gasped as she clutched Paul's own probing fingers and suddenly withdrew them. Only vaguely aware of what she was doing, Connie pulled at Paul's soaked hand, and he was too surprised to resist. Somehow, Connie knew, the two of them had become totally caught up in the lewd current of their neighbors' lovemaking, and the sheer fantastic abandon of it held them inexorably. Connie couldn't help herself as she raised Paul's wet fingers to her mouth and, unable to break the spell, found herself lapping at her own hot pussy-juice.
Yet even as she did, she was watching her neighbors. Harve still held a handful of Irene's hair, and now he pulled her down to her knees before him, and only the upper half of her boobs showed. Harve released her hair then, took the full unbelievable length of his gigantic cock in his fists and pushed it between her tits. Gasping, Irene pressed her big jugs together. Harve moved in the tight cleavage. The huge head of his prick pointed up at Irene's face, and as he shifted forward, it slid up practically to touch her lips. Harve began to rock back and forth, and his monster cock surged up and down in the crevice of her slick heaving boobs.
"Goddamn!" Paul whispered.
And Connie heard herself speak, as though in a trance: "Anything they can do . . . can't we do just as well, darling?"
Paul was breathing heavily as he answered. "Yeah. Yeah, babe, we sure as hell can." And with that he leaned down, licked the space between Connie's small tits and crouched over her in the dark.
Eagerly, knowing the crazy situation they were caught in but unable-and unwilling-to stop it, Connie shoved her little tits together to encompass Paul's cock. He bent over her, moving in and out between them just as Harvey was, and Connie moaned in a new rush of excitement. Here, in the dark and with her eyes fastened on Irene's bedroom window, she could almost imagine that she was Irene, with titties that ballooned out aching, yearning, needing.
And Paul, Paul ... oh, that thing, that huge, ugly thing! His cock . . . Paul's . .. Harve's . . . his cock, monstrous and ugly and hot and throbbing, slid between her boobs, expanded them, forced them apart with the way it would her tight little cunt, spread them with its hugeness, overwhelming, in and out and in and out . . .
Harve came suddenly, and he stabbed the head of his big prick into Irene's mouth with utter glee as her jaws were forced apart to receive his hot explosions of jism.
Instantly Paul came as well, and for the second time that night, the second time in her life, Connie tasted his cum while her hand pumped its spurting load into her throat. He collapsed then, drained, as they watched Harve use his hand to squeeze out the last vestige of his thick white load. Then, laughing, he pulled Irene up and kissed her. And all at once Irene was writhing all over him uncontrollably, pushing her thick-furred cunt against his super-cock, rubbing it between her legs and bringing it slowly back to life.
"Oh, shit!" Paul said, astounded. "I can't believe this."
Harve's prick lifted its majestic head once more, and Irene bent down to kiss and lick it dry. Then she guided Harve-by his big cock-over to the bed. Harve just stood there, grinning, as she pushed its sensitive head into her scratchy mat of fur, bringing it to full rigidity.
Connie couldn't stop herself; the magic still held her spellbound, and her cunt was gushing at the magnificent ugliness of that thick long cock. She touched Paul's smaller version, felt it give a slight weak stir, and knew that he was still captive, as well. It was as if they no longer controlled their own bodies. Paul could see Irene's hands guiding that cock toward her hungry cunt, and Connie knew dimly that he saw himself standing there, letting himself be teased and taunted by that beautiful cunt.
Connie couldn't take her eyes from Harve's cock as it leaped between Irene's legs, blindly seeking the moist shelter she offered. Paul's prick hardened at the sight, and his body twitched toward Connie.
That was when Irene said something to Harve that made him laugh, then she turned her back to him and placed her knees on the edge of the bed, bending forward. Still laughing, Harve reached down and slid his fingers up her sopping pink slit, then rubbed them to the pink, winking hole of her shitter.
At first, Connie didn't understand. She watched as Harve placed his grotesque cockhead to Irene's ass, saw him push, saw it sink slowly into her, saw Irene shudder and heard her cry out.
Then Connie knew. "Oh, no," she pleaded, more to herself than to Paul. "Oh, please, God, no!"
Unconsciously, her hand pumped furiously at Paul's prick, making him groan: "Baby ..."
It was all too much for Connie. She stared at that giant cock penetrating poor Irene's tight asshole, heard her gasping sobs, felt her own unstoppable creaming at the sight, and rolled away, still clutching Paul's cock.
Paul released a long breath, his hips still jerking in rhythm to her hand. "It's all right, honey. I understand ..."
With one motion, Connie swept back the covers and lifted herself onto her knees, raising her taut ass into the air and pulling Paul to her by the grip she had on his cock.
"Oh, please!" she cried out. "Please, oh, God, hurry!"
Paul didn't pause to question her. Instantly he was on his knees behind her, and his hand felt her sweet cunt to find it gaping and its juices flowing more thickly than ever. Following Harve's lead, he ran his fingers over the open slit of her cunt and moistened the pink hollow of Connie's ass. Then, gripping her hips tightly, he pushed forward.
Connie felt her asshole give slowly, and she buried her face in her pillow to keep from crying out. But even so, she forced her eyes around to watch Harvey and Irene. Harve rammed his cock into Irene, almost halfway into her ass by now, and Irene's face shone with tears. Connie felt the tearing inside her-the terrible pain of Paul's cock-and heard her own unexpected cry. He withdrew a bit, then heaved forward again, and again Connie cried out. But this time her muscles loosened, the tension eased, and Paul slid completely into her.
Slowly he jammed his cock in to the hilt and began to rock back and forth. Tears leaped to Connie's eyes, but she found that she could stand the pain. She even began to feel the mashing of Paul's balls against her clit with each forward motion, and a totally new feeling began to penetrate. She was being fucked in the ass and was beginning to like it! Her hips were starting to respond to his pounding movements.
She was enjoying it!
Irene screamed then, and the two newlyweds, without pausing in their own screwing, saw Harvey cram his huge prick almost completely into her ass as he jerked forward. They saw his white sticky cum leak from Irene's asshole and dribble down her thighs. They watched as she turned tearfully to him and licked his cock and balls clean with sobbing gratitude.
Then Paul was really slamming it to her. Connie's hands dug into the sheets, tore at them wildly, and in sudden spasms she felt herself coming again and again, heard Paul grunt and clutch her, felt his steamy jism shoot up into her ass like burning acid.
And this time when she cried out, she knew Irene's joy in a series of explosive climaxes that made her weep and sob until she and Paul collapsed together, totally drained.
Then, after she had dutifully licked his shrunken cock and withered balls clean of white cum, they fell asleep entwined in each other's arms, exhausted.