Chapter 6
Kim's panties were really wet now. She didn't know how much longer she could control herself. Her father had his cock out and was fondling it. His hand could barely reach around it. Kim touched her own breasts. The nipples were taut. She put one of her hands into her pants and fingered her flooded pussy. She was ready for anything.
She didn't trust herself to talk to her father. The whole scene was set and they were both ready. She figured she'd read one more story and then make a move. His hairy leg was still brushing against her back. She removed her panties and helped him take his shorts off. She lay down beside him and picked up the book.
Her breathing was rapid as she began the next story.
Cliff put down his guitar in disgust.
"Fuck it, I can't write a song."
"You've got to. You play well enough to be able to come up with a decent melody. Just put some words with it and I'll arrange an audition for you." His friend Bert was determined to make Cliff a star and cash in on him.
"Why can't I sing someone else's song?"
"I've told you a million times, you've got to have your own song."
"I'll never understand why." Bert was getting angry.
"Listen dummy, every one that's popular today writes their own songs or they have people write them for them You've got to have a vehicle. The only people that can afford to sing old stuff is the stars, and baby, you're no star, yet."
"I have trouble writing my own name, how the fuck am I gonna write a damn song?"
"Write about anything as long as it fits with the music. It doesn't even have to rhyme." Cliff picked up the pencil and paper again and began thinking. Bert got up.
"I'll leave you alone for a while. Maybe you can think better if you're by yourself." Bert left the small apartment. As soon as he was gone, Cliff picked up the phone and called his girl, Marge. He hung up the phone after a brief conversation and felt much better. She was on her way over. He put down the pencil and paper and made himself a drink. In a few minutes the doorbell rang and Marge came in.
"Hi babe, glad to see you." Marge kissed Cliff on the mouth.
"What's the matter Cliff? You sounded desperate."
"Bert just left. He's got connections in the record business and he thinks I can make it if I have my own song and he wants me to write it."
"You can do it, Cliff. You've got a great voice and you play a beautiful guitar."
"I know I can write decent music, but I can't write lyrics. That's why I called you. If I gave you a melody, do you think you could put words to it?"
"Sure baby, play away." Cliff picked up his guitar and Marge picked up the pencil and paper. In less than ten minutes she had written good lyrics for the pleasant melody. Cliff played and sang the song a few times until he had it. It sounded pretty good. He put the guitar down and made them both a drink.
"Marge, would you be bugged if I told Bert that I wrote it?"
"Of course not baby." Marge sipped her drink. Cliff put his down and put his arms around the young girl. He was very grateful. Marge put her own drink down and responded to his embraces. He opened her blouse and fondled her firm tits. She reached down and held on to the big bulge in his pants.
"Let's go into the bedroom." Cliff stood up and led the girl into his bedroom. They both stripped in silence. Marge broke it.
"Cliff, are you very grateful to me for writing the lyrics?"
"You know I am."
"Then can we do it?" Cliff knew what she meant and his face clouded.
"Honey, you know I'd do anything for you, but I don't dig that scene."
"Cliff, I wrote one fairly decent song for you in less that ten minutes; can you imagine how many more good songs I can write for you and no one would ever know. You'll be famous and also have the respect of the public for writing your own songs." Cliff thought a moment and then reluctantly agreed.
"Okay Marge, but don't be too rough. I don't like pain. That's why I never let you do this before."
"Never knock anything until you've tried it, Cliff." They were both nude now.
"Lie on your stomach." Cliff obeyed. Marge went to his closet and removed four ties and his heaviest belt. Her pussy was very wet. She began to tie one of Cliff's hands to the bed post.
"Marge, is that necessary?"
"Shut up!" Cliff was amazed by the tone of her voice. She had never spoken to him like that before. He put his head back on the pillow and let her continue. When his arms and legs were bound to the four posts, Marge picked up the belt. Cliff couldn't believe that he had a hard-on. He was very excited, but he dreaded the lash of the belt. While he was thinking of it, the belt came crashing down on his bare ass. The pain was excruciating.
"Marge, stop. You're killing me." Marge was deaf to his pleas. She continued the beating until his ass was a mass of ugly red welts. Cliff still had a hard-on. He began moaning and rubbing his hard cock against the sheets. When she started on his back he knew he was near coming. Marge knew it also. She had always suspected that Cliff was a masochist but he would never let her prove it.
She untied his hands and feet and ordered him onto his back. He turned over and his cock was roaring hard. Marge sat on his cock. Her pussy was so wet that there was no problem impaling herself right away. Cliff's eyes were closed and he was moving his hips upward to fill her pussy completely with his big cock. Marge slapped him cruelly in the face a few times. His eyes stayed closed and he moaned louder. This drove Marge crazy and she had her first orgasm. Her juices flowed out of her pussy onto his crotch. She continued slapping him and he started shooting. When she felt his liquids filling her, she had her second orgasm. She climbed off him and lay on top of the bed. His crotch was a mess with both their juices.
"Well, big boy, I thought you didn't dig pain."
"I guess I never really had pain before. That was groovy. When can we do it again?"
"Every time we go to bed. You'll be my slave. You must do everything I say, in and out of bed. Understand?"
"Yes, oh yes."
"Good, that'll make it easier. Now I have some instructions for you." Cliff's eyes were closed and he seemed to be in a different world. Marge slapped him hard across the face and he opened his eyes.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you. That's your first instruction. Now pay attention. Use Bert's connections, but don't sign any contracts with him After you've been accepted by a record company, drop him. He's only trying to use you anyway. He's not your friend. When you drop him I'll take over. I'll write all your songs and manage you.
"I can get you as many bookings as that asshole. Once you've sold one song you won't even need that many bookings. Your royalties will pay the rent and keep you in gravy for the rest of your life."
"Anything you say, Marge, but how do I get around signing a contract with Bert?"
"After he introduces you to the people who are giving you the audition, you'll be on your own. There's nothing more he can do for you. At that stage of the game, contracts shouldn't even be discussed. If he should say anything, just tell him that you'd rather wait until you find out the results of the audition. He can't bitch about that."
"Okay Marge." Marge was still hot.
"Now, eat my cunt." Cliff looked at her with innocent, dumb eyes. She slapped him across the face again and his cock began rising.
"Hurry up. Eat my cunt. I'm hot." Cliff knelt between her open legs and started lapping at her wet cunt.
"Jerk yourself off while you're eating me." Cliff took his hard cock in his hand and began jerking off. The musky odors coming from her soppy pussy were driving him crazy. She spread her legs further and he worked his tongue up her pussy and licked her clit. His own hand was working furiously on his cock. Marge picked up the belt that was lying beside her and beat him on the back. He licked harder.
She soon felt his juices shooting on her crotch and she came in his mouth. Again they lay down beside one another.
"Marge, I love you so much."
"I love you, too, Cliff, and I'll take good care of you. I'm glad you dig this scene. I was getting tired of just fucking all the time. You have a lot to learn, but we have plenty of time and I'm going to teach you everything." They lay for a while together in each other's arms.
Maxge finally got up.
"I guess I better split if Bert's coming back soon." She got dressed and left after giving Cliff a farewell kiss and a light slap. About twenty minutes later Bert came in.
"Did you write the song?"
"Yeah Bert, I hope you like it."
"Well, I won't know until I hear it, will I?" Cliff got his guitar and the paper with the lyrics. He began strumming and then broke out singing. Bert listened, amazed. When Cliff finished, Bert put his arm around his shoulders.
"Buddy, we got a hit." He went to the telephone and made a quick phone call. He returned in a few minutes wearing a big smile.
"Tomorrow afternoon at three-thirty. It's all set. I think we're really in. Now, about a contract. I'll be named as your agent and get my usual percentage as an agent. I'll have my lawyer draw them up in the morning and we can stop off on the way to the studio and sign.
"I'd rather wait until we find out the results of the audition. I don't want to get my hopes up. If I start signing documents, I'll get nervous and probably fuck up the audition." Bert was disappointed.
"Okay Cliff, but right after the audition we'll stop at my lawyer's office." Bert left and told Cliff to get a good night's rest. When he was gone Cliff called Marge.
"How'd it go?"
"Perfect, he loves the song."
"Did he say anything about a contract?" Cliff filled her in on what had transpired.
"Good for you, Cliff, you did great. Now get a good rest and call me tomorrow right after the audition." Cliff hung up. He was very excited. Not too many twenty-two year olds had this kind of an opportunity. He took a shower and went to bed. He slept well. He was awakened by the phone at noon. It was Bert reminding him, as if he had to, of their three o'clock appointment. Cliff got up and fixed himself a light breakfast and began dressing. When he was dressed he picked up his guitar and went over the song, again and again until he knew the words.
At two-thirty, Bert showed up. Cliff was ready so they left for the studio. When they got there, Bert introduced Cliff all around, he carried on like it was his son. Everyone liked Cliff right off, especially the chicks. They took him to a large recording room and gave him a stool to sit on. He was instructed as to the function of the red light above the glass panel that divided the operators from himself.
He looked at the operators; they were all wearing headsets and fooling around with dials. Suddenly he was alone in the room. The red light went on and one of the operators spoke over the mike.
"Cliff, would you mind singing a few lines of anything so we can adjust the dials to your voice and guitar." Cliff sang a few bars of some old folk song while strumming his guitar. "Cliff, pull your chair closer to the mike." Cliff pulled his chair closer and sang a few more bars.
"Perfect, any time you're ready." Cliff began the soft chords that introduced the song. He began singing and his voice was clear and the guitar complemented it. When he was finished, he stood up off the stool.
"Very good, Cliff." The voice over the mike spoke again. One of the operators walked out and shook his hand.
"Cliff, you got a winner. We all agreed that it's a sure thing. You're on your way." Bert rushed in and grabbed Cliff.
"Did you hear that Cliff? We're in." The person in charge of the studio asked to speak to Cliff. Bert spoke up.
"I'm his agent, you can speak with me."
"I said I wanted to talk to Cliff." He led Cliff out of the recording room and into his own office.
"Cliff, you've got a bright future in front on you and I can be a great help, if you know what I mean." Cliff looked dumbfounded.
"Do you want my help, Cliff?" The man locked the office door.
"Yes sir." "Then stand up." Cliff stood up.
"Drop your pants." Cliff finally caught on. The guy was a fag. He dropped his pants. He didn't give a shit. He'd been sucked off by faggots before. His long cock was exposed. The man dropped his own pants and told Cliff to turn around.
"Now bend over." Cliff bent over and leaned on the desk. He felt the man rubbing some kind of grease on his asshole.
"I'm sorry sir, I've never done that before."
"You want to be a star?"
"Yes sir."
"Then shut up." The man finished greasing the asshole and then began his entry. He worked his cock up the virgin asshole gently. After the initial pain Cliff began enjoying the warm feeling. The man began fucking a little less gently and Cliff's cock was hard and he was flying in clouds of new excitements. The man was holding Cliff's hips.
"How does that feel, kid?"
"Feels great, don't stop pumping. I'm gonna come." The man continued pumping and in a few minutes they came together. They both wiped off and pulled their pants up. Cliff was told to sit down.
"Cliff, I'll never do that again unless you want me to. It's something I do to all the singers that come through here that look like they might have some promise. It's amazing how it humbles them for future dealings. I could tell you some names that would make your teeth fall out. Now, about this guy that claims to be your agent. Drop him. He's bad news and is only out to exploit you. Did you sign anything yet?"
"No sir."
"Can the sir crap, my name is Bob. Don't sign anything with him. If you want, I'll get you an agent." Cliff explained to Bob about Marge.
"She sounds like a pretty shrewd chick. Stick with her and tell her to come and see me. I can give her some valuable advice. Give me a call tomorrow and I'll let you know about your song. I'm sure it's in, but there are more people who have to hear it first. I'm not the last word." Bob handed Cliff a card and they said goodbye.
Bert was waiting outside.
"What'd the fuck say? You sure were a long time." Cliff explained his own feelings about having Bert as an agent. Bert was furious and swung at the bigger boy. Cliff blocked the punch and got Bert in an arm lock.
"Knock it off, Bert. I'm grateful to you for this opportunity and I'll take care of you when I get some bread. I just don't want you handling me." He released Bert who stormed out muttering threats about destroying him. Cliff felt bad but was now sure that he had done the right thing. He called Marge from the studio and they made arrangements for him to come to her pad.
"How'd it go?" Marge was very excited.
"Perfect." Cliff explained the afternoon's happenings. He included the session with Bob and his scene with Bert.
"Good riddance to bad rubbish. Is your ass sore?"
"No, as a matter of fact, it felt pretty good."
"Hey, I don't want you turning queer on me."
"No sweat, baby."
"This Bob sounds like a pretty groovy cat even if he is a fag."
"I think he swings both ways so be ready for yours when you go to see him." Marge laughed.
"When am I supposed to go and see him?"
"He said for you to give him a call and he'd get together with you. He's married." They discussed getting a lawyer to draw up a contract and made plans to meet the next day and take care of it.
"Take your clothes off, Cliff. I'm pretty horny myself." Cliff disrobed and followed Marge into her bedroom. She lay on the bed and he lay beside her. They necked for a while and then she broke away. She went to her dresser drawer and came back with a large dildo. She took the belt off Cliff's pants.
"Kneel up like a dog."
"What?" The belt came crashing down cruelly on Cliff's buttocks. He knelt up like a dog. Marge wiped some grease on the dildo and crawled up behind Cliff and began inserting it.
"Baby, take it easy." And the belt came down.
"Sit up. I got a better idea." Marge went back to her dresser and picked out a two way dildo with a strap.
"A dike friend of mine gave me this. No sense in you having all the fun." She put one end of the dildo up her cunt and strapped it on. The remaining part of the dildo was about nine inches and fat. She greased Cliff's ass and mounted him from behind. She worked the dildo in and began fucking him. Cliff liked the warm feeling. His cock was hard again. Marge had her hands on his hips and every now and then she'd give him a hard slap on the ass. She pulled out the dildo from his asshole and he moaned.
"Why'd you take it out?"
"Shut up and lie on your back." Cliff lay on his back and the girl crawled between his legs and lifted them to her shoulders. She put the dildo back into his hungry asshole. His eyes were rolling with pleasure. Marge reached down and took his long cock into her mouth while she was fucking him. His hips arched upward to meet the thrust of the large dildo. Marge came and bit lightly on the big cock in her mouth. She kept pumping and felt that he was near. She pumped and sucked harder and harder and was soon rewarded by the flow of the rich white cream into her mouth.
When his orgasm was completely over, she withdrew the dildo from his ass and untied it and threw it on the floor. She'd clean it later. They lay there for a while enjoying each other's bodies.
"You hungry, baby?" Cliff said he was and Marge got up to make them some supper. While they were eating they discussed their future.
"I know this chick who's a music major. I'll have her over here in the next couple of nights for dinner and she can write out some lead sheets for you. In the meantime, let's get some more songs written. You're not going to get to the top with one song." When the dishes were done they worked on some more songs.
Cliff had an endless amount of original tunes and he played about five for Marge. In three hours they had five new songs. They were both tired and Cliff prepared to leave. He gave Marge Bob's number. She said she would call the following afternoon. Cliff said he would pick her up at ten o'clock the next morning to see about having a contract drawn up. They kissed goodnight.
The next morning they saw a lawyer and contracts were drawn up. They signed them in front of the lawyer and his secretary and then Cliff took Marge out to lunch to celebrate their new partnership. After lunch, Marge made an appointment to see Bob at two o'clock. Cliff went home to practice the new songs. They had agreed to tell Bob that Marge was writing the lyrics; what difference did it make?
Marge showed up at the studio at about five before two. She told the receptionist that she had an appointment. The receptionist made a quick call and then ushered Marge into the office. Bob stood up and walked toward the girl. He closed the door behind her.
"Forget it. You're not fucking me in the ass.
As far as I'm concerned, I only got one love hole." Bob liked the girl's balls.
"So, Cliff told you everything."
"We have no secrets. We're going to be married some day."
"Would you like a drink before we discuss business?"
"That'd be nice. I'm a little tense." Bob made two drinks and then sat behind his desk. They discussed Cliff at great length. Marge then told Bob about the lyrics. She also told him that they had written five more the night before. He was amazed.
"Are they any good?"
"I can't answer for the lyric, but the music is great and with Cliff belting them out, who'll listen to the lyrics?"
"Do you think you could write six more in the next few days?"
"No problem." Bob did some calculating on a pad.
"We could release the songs, two at a time, and when he's made a name, as I'm sure he will, we'll release the album." They talked some more and Bob advised Marge about places to go for bookings. He also said that she could use his name.
"I haven't spoken to Cliff yet, I was just about to call him when you came. His record's in. We have the A&R men working on it now. He should be able to make the master tomorrow. I want you both in here tomorrow morning at ten. We'll record the first song with an orchestra and then he can record the other five roughly with his guitar for the A&R men to work on for next week. If you kids can write that quickly, you'll really go places." Bob got up as if to say that the meeting was over.
"What about my fuck?" He looked at Marge unbelievingly. "You fuck my lover, you fuck me." Bob came around the desk and took the young girl in his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. He led her to the couch. He put his hand inside her blouse and played with her hard nipples. He unbuttoned her blouse as Marge began unbuttoning his pants.
"You got some cock, Bob." She fondled his large cock and played with the huge head. She jerked him off gently. He stopped her.
"Hold it, baby. I'm about to shoot." He stood up and began removing his pants. Marge walked to the door and locked it. She took her clothes off and lay on top of Bob who was already on the couch. She moved down on his body and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked softly for fear that he might come too soon. After a while she straddled him. She eased the big cock up her moist pussy and rode up and down on it. She leaned forward and sucked on his nipples.
"Baby, you're great." Marge climbed off the big cock and led Bob to the carpeted floor. She lay on her back and raised her legs. Bob sucked her pussy and worked his stiff tongue up her cunt. He licked her clit. Marge was going crazy.
"Fuck me, hurry up, put it in." Bob climbed on top of her and rammed his prick all the way up her hungry cunt. Marge gasped as she felt the first powerful thrust. She tightened her legs around his back and pulled him closer.
"Oh Bob, fuck me, fuck me hard. Hurt me." Bob pumped faster and harder. His cock rode in and out of the anxious pussy. Marge arched her hips and met his every thrust. She felt Bob's body tense and she started her own orgasm as he began shooting up her hole. Their juices met and they rode it out in bliss. When they had both caught their breaths, they stood and dressed.
"Don't worry about Cliff. I'll tell him what we did. He won't mind, he likes you. In fact, I think he'd like another toss with you. I don't mind that but I don't want you turning him queer."
"Don't give it a thought. The next time we have sex there'll be four of us. I know some groovy chicks who would love a foursome."
"That sounds good."
"Yeah, I had a lover once, but she got too possessive and I dropped her. I got to have cock, too."
"We're two of a kind. I prefer chicks, but I'd never turn down a good looking guy." Bob wrote something out on a piece of paper and handed it to Marge.
"Here's my home address. I'm separated from my wife and I have a big house all to myself. How about dinner Friday night about seven? Of course, I want you to bring Cliff along. I'll have my own date. Once we're in bed though, anything goes. You dig S&M?" Marge laughed and told Bob about her recent scenes with Cliff.
"Did you ever get fucked in the ass, Bob?"
"Yeah."
"You dig it?"
"I think it's a groove." That excited Marge. She was already making plans with her two way dildo.
"You dig getting tied up?"
"I told you honey, I dig everything." Bob was getting a fresh hard-on now. He came from behind the desk and kissed Marge on the lips. She grabbed his basket and squeezed it tightly. His breathing increased and she knew that she had a new disciple. She unzipped his fly while he was standing in front of her and took his hard cock out. She put the rod in her mouth and sucked furiously. Bob undid his pants and dropped them to his ankles.
Marge wet her fingers and worked them up his asshole. He was in a frenzy. When she found the lump that was his prostate gland, she massaged it and sucked harder. In seconds she felt the gland swell and Bob was coming. She sucked him dry and then released his cock. Bob pulled his pants up.
"Baby, we're gonna have us some fun Friday night."
"You can count on that." Marge kissed him a warm goodbye and promised to be there tomorrow morning with Cliff for the recording. When she got home, she called Cliff and told him to come over and to bring his guitar. She then called her music major girl friend and asked her over for dinner. The girl accepted when Marge explained why it was so important. She then took the roast beef out of the refrigerator and set it on the side. She washed some potatoes for baking. She had plenty of frozen vegetables and salad ingredients.
Cliff wouldn't be there for another half hour so she decided to shower. After she showered she felt refreshed. She dressed and set the table. She then prepared the salad and put it back in the refrigerator. She didn't want to be bothered with things while they were working. All she had to do was throw the roast in the oven later with the potatoes; the frozen vegetables would be no problem. She had just finished the salad when the doorbell rang. It was Cliff. She told him of her meeting with Bob and the fucking they did.
"Isn't he a great guy? Even though he fucked my best girl."
"Yes, he's great. I think we'll all work out very well together." Marge was thinking of her dildo.
"What time is dinner Friday?"
"He said around seven. I should have asked him what he was having so we could have brought a bottle of wine."
"I wonder who the chick is that he's gonna have there."
"Don't worry your little mind about that. Give me a kiss and go into the living room and go over those five songs. Linda is coming at seven and I don't want her to have to wait for you to have them down. Go ahead; I'll bring you a drink." Cliff kissed his girl and went into the living room with his guitar. He practiced all the songs over and over. When he thought he had them down pretty well, he called Marge from the kitchen. It was six-thirty. He played the five songs for her and she was very pleased. She went back to the kitchen and returned with fresh drinks.
"Put the guitar down and relax for a while. Linda will be here soon." Marge sat next to Cliff and gave him an affectionate kiss and squeezed his crotch.
"Hey, cut that out. We haven't got time. How'd you like your friend to come in and find us in bed?"
"Knowing Linda, she'd probably join us."
"Get it right out of your head. Linda's a sweet girl and she's engaged."
"No harm in asking." They drank their drinks and rapped and necked until the doorbell rang. Marge returned with Linda. Cliff was glad that she was engaged. She certainly was no looker. Marge introduced Linda to Cliff.
"You two get acquainted; I'm going to put the roast in." Linda and Cliff discussed music for a while. Marge returned with a drink for Linda. They got right to work. Marge gave Linda a pad and pencil.
"I won't need the paper, Marge, I brought my own music paper." Cliff played all the songs and Linda got them down on paper. She then asked to see the lyrics so that she could right them in. By eight-thirty they were finished. They all had another drink and then Marge went out to the kitchen to finish dinner.
"Soup's on." Cliff led Linda to the dining room. They had a pleasant dinner and then coffee.
"Oh my, I didn't realize it was so late. I have to get to class in the morning." Linda got and started putting her coat on.
"Would you like Cliff to drive you home?"
"I brought Ed's car. He's working nights." They all said goodnight and Linda left. Marge finished the dishes and Cliff went into the living room and turned on the stereo.
"All finished. How about a night cap?"
"I sure am. We have to have six more songs for Bob by next week and I want to start tomorrow morning. I go back to work next Monday so all we'll have is nights."
"You vacation's over already?" Cliff was disappointed.
"Yep, it's all over." They had one more drink and then Cliff left. They got together early the next morning and in a period of seven hours they had six more songs. Every one of Cliff's was perfect and Marge's lyrics fit right in. Then Marge threw Cliff out so that they could both get ready for Bob's dinner party.
"Don't forget. Pick me up at six-thirty." Marge straightened up the apartment and did some general cleaning. She showered and dressed and was ready at six-fifteen. At six-thirty Cliff showed up and they took right off for Bob's. When they arrived at his house they were duly impressed.
It was located in one of the better sections of town. Cliff rang the bell. Bob answered.
"Right on time. That's what I like, punctuality." He made them both a drink and they went into the living room. His own date, Judy, was sitting on the couch. He introduced them. Everyone sat and enjoyed the drinks.
"I figured we'd do the bedroom scene first and then we'll all have bigger appetites for dinner."
"Bob, I hope you're kidding."
"Of course I'm not kidding. What do you think I invited you here for?" Judy was in a rage. She put her drink down and got her coat.
"I think you're perverted and I'm leaving."
"Baby, you're no virgin and I can attest to that."
"I may not be a virgin, but I'm certainly no tramp." With that she barged out of the house. Bob, Cliff and Marge cracked up. Bob freshened all three drinks and they had some light conversation.
"I'd sure like to take my clothes off." Marge wasn't the shyest of girls. The two men stood up and Bob led his guests into his huge bedroom. They all stripped and hopped on the bed. The three bodies melted together naturally. After some preliminary necking, Marge took over.
"OK, on your stomachs." Both men obeyed and Marge took a belt from Bob's closet. She began beating both asses. Then men moaned and gyrated their hips, grinding their hard cocks into the sheets. She lashed ruthlessly at the white asses. Welts appeared. She grabbed her bag and took out the two way dildo and strapped it on.
She found a jar of grease on the night table and lubricated both assholes. She climbed on top of Bob and rammed the dildo up his ass. He moaned louder. She told him to kneel up. She fucked him dog fashion. Cliff got up and put some of the grease on his own cock and climbed behind Marge. He started to stick his cock up her ass.
"Hey, knock it off." Cliff slapped her hard in the ass and rammed his cock all the way in. Marge let out a loud gasp but kept pumping Bob. After a while she pulled the dildo out and pushed Cliff away from her ass. She climbed off the bed and guided Cliff's cock into Bob's asshole. She lay under Bob, on her back. Her head was under his cock and his head was above her pussy.
He sucked immediately at the damp box. She took his throbbing cock into her mouth and sucked greedily. No sooner had she the cock in her mouth when she felt his juices flowing. With a few quick thrusts, Cliff came in Bob's ass and then Marge, excited by the come in her mouth, had her orgasm. They all lay back and Bob lighted a cigarette and passed it around.
"It's pot. It'll get us horny again in no time." They all took deep drags on the grass. Bob lit another one and when they had finished it, they were ready to go again. This time, Cliff fucked Marge in the cunt while Bob fucked him in the ass. They carried on like this for two hours, changing positions. Finally, when they were all exhausted, they showered together. Bob gave them robes.
"No use in getting dressed right away. You never know what might happen after dinner." He made fresh drinks fro everyone and went into the kitchen to finish dinner. After a good meal and some after dinner drinks, Marge suggested that they go back to the bedroom. Both men were all for it.
"They had another healthy orgy and they all fell asleep in each other's arms. In the morning they made plans for another bash. They tossed in the hay one more time and then Cliff and Marge left. Bob gave them each a kiss on the lips. When they were outside Marge said: "You know what Cliff?"
"What honey?"
"We may be wanton, but we're certainly not wanting."