Chapter 8
Jessie Irwin thought she had never been so mortified in her life, pinned helplessly face down on her bed with Wayne's long cock protruding from between her sweat-glistening buttocks, whose pristine milky sheen Norm Blanchard was admiring as he speedily undressed. "Irene!" Jessie gasped as Wayne's prick throbbed inside her lubricious cunt. "Take Norm -out of here! Please!" She addressed herself immediately to the owner of the blue-veined cock three-quarters immersed between her plump white hind cheeks. "Wayne! Pull out, Wayne! This-this is awful!"
"The hell with that, Wayne," Norm spoke up breezily. "I'll have Irene on the bed alongside Jessie in a minute and we'll see who can last the longest."
"Irene!" Jessie wailed despairingly.
The redhead knew she wasn't going to talk Norm out of anything he wanted to do, and that in his present mood discretion was by far the better part of valor. Her pulse was still beating a little faster, stirred by the erotically indecorous tableau on the bed. She didn't think she approved of what she instinctively knew Norm proposed to do, but there was excitement in the bedroom air. Sexual excitement she could feel right in the pit of her stomach.
Norm approached her, naked except for his socks, his half-aroused penis swinging freely in front of him. "Out of those clothes!" he said briskly to Irene, who had been lagging in her divestiture. Her ex-husband quickly peeled Irene to her stockings, picked her up bodily, and carried her to the bed. He stretched her out belly down beside the still protesting Jessie, then moved in between her extended legs until he paralleled Wayne's position on Jessie except for the prick-insertion.
For an instant Wayne and Norm stared down at the nubile girlish bare backsides upturned before them. Irene's skin, seen in direct comparison, was whiter than Jessie's creamier skin-tone. Jessie's full-laden, amply fleshy behind was larger than Irene's, which was more delicately shaped. "Isn't that a pair?" Norm said quietly to Wayne as both inspected the downy-haired sleek hemispheres shrinkingly presented to their mutual gaze. Both girls had clenched their buttock muscles involuntarily as they sensed the double-viewing that was taking place.
"Oooooh, Norm!" Irene murmured throatily as she felt her ex-husband raise her slightly by the hips. Wayne watched and even Jessie turned her head to see Norm insert his rampant cock between the red-haired girl's velvety nude seat-cushions. "Norm!" Irene cried out as she felt the familiar large prickhead nudging her sex-slot. She wriggled her bottom, half in shame, half in desire as the lusty penis penetrated her vaginal hole and slid inexorably upward into the depths of her febrile-feeling cunt. "Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned softly.
Norm looked across at Wayne, still prick-lodged in Jessie's pink-lipped sex-bower. "Ready?" he asked. "Then ride 'em, cowboy!"
In unison both men plunged their hips forward, compressing the soft buttocks beneath their hard bellies as their joysticks slammed to the hilt in the twin cunts. The white bottoms rebounded resiliently as Norm and Wayne withdrew for another stroke. Wayne fucked Jessie as zestfully as Norm was slotting Irene. Wayne had already come once with Jessie in the missionary position, and this had dulled his edge to the point where he was in no danger of coming immediately although he felt strong.
"Ooooh!" Jessie whispered as Wayne's renewed poking of her aroused her previous excitement. She turned her head on the bed until she was staring into Irene's face a foot away. Without a word being said they inched closer together until they could kiss. The soft mouths and fevered tongues fused in a melange of sexual gratification as, with all thoughts of shame dissipated, both girls thrust up their bottoms to help in deeper penetration of their twitching, prick-filled pussies.
"God, look at that!" Wayne gasped to Norm, awed, gazing down upon the mouth-locked Irene and Jessie.
Norm grunted unintelligibly as he plowed Irene's pasture. His prick felt as though it was bursting from the double stimulation of imprisonment within his ex-wife's warm quiver and the sight of Wayne's furious assault upon Jessie's moistened crypt. The double sound of male bellies spanking female bottoms echoed in the bedroom.
Jessie shivered suddenly and dug with her knees frantically at the bedsheet. She wrenched her mouth away from Irene's as a quick series of lightning bolts exploded in her interior. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" she cried out in ecstasy. Pure delight bubbled in her veins. "Oooooh, I'm-it feels so-ahhhhhh!-'m-coming! Ooooooh, I'm-coining!"
Beside her Irene's eyes had acquired a sexual glaze. She heard the first part of her friend's pronouncement but not the last. A devilishly titillating tremor in her own female flesh was immediate consolation for the loss of Jessie's hot, clinging lips and mouth. A skyrocket went off in her womb, quaking every millimeter of her flesh. "Eeeeeeeeeee!" Irene shrilled as her cunt-walls grabbed convulsively at the intruder prick in their depths. "Owoooooo!" Her behind humped up and down. "Love-ly!" she panted hoarsely. "OHHHHHHHHHhhhh, there it-is!" Her hips flurried madly as orgasm overtook her. "AHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh!" she sighed, drained.
Norm and Wayne looked down at the hard-breathing females beneath them. "Let's swap!" Wayne said impulsively.
"Like you're faded, man," Norm returned immediately.
Both men pulled out their unexpended lances, shining with girlish spend. Awkwardly they changed places, inserting their knees between the parted white female legs. Norm separated Jessie's heavy hind cheeks and aimed his thunderbolt at her oozing, reddened recess while Wayne did the same with Irene. Within seconds of each other they were once more laboring in the vineyard with mighty thrusts of twin cocks into twin cunts.
Norm succumbed first. He lowered himself along Jessie's perspiration-shiny back as his hips skittered out of control. "Jesus!" he shouted as quick spurts of sperm were ripped from him involuntarily. "Oh, Jesus, what a fuck!" His hairy ass plunged rabbitlike in quick jabs as he deluged Jessie's quim. "Aggrrrrh!" he groaned mightily as he rested on Jessie and felt his draining prick begin to shrivel inside her.
Wayne dropped down similarly upon Irene's sweat-dampened body. His thighs jerked savagely from the energy he was pouring into the prick-strokes he propelled into the redhead's willing twat. His own orgasm overtook him before he was mentally ready for it. "Ahhhhh!" he mewed in a braying sound that was half zealous endeavor and half protest at the too-quickly-arrived-at climax. The bedsprings creaked from the assault of his plunging knees. Irene's body quivered from the force of his attack upon it. "Ahhh!" he gasped again as his straining balls propelled his come through his fleshy tube. "Damn, damn, DAMN, that's- good!" '
The tip of his prick stung from the violence of his semen-expulsion, and he collapsed on Irene's back as he felt its quivering cessation. Wayne breathed through his nose as his parched throat refused to supply enough air. He raised his head after a moment and looked at Norm who, in a similar position, was grinning at him. "Wow!" Wayne said fervently.
"Yeah," Norm agreed more laconically. "This is quite a team of fillies."
"Will you please get off us?" Jessie said spiritedly but in a muffled tone. "You don't feel like a pound of feathers, you know."
"Why didn't you complain before?" Norm retorted, but he raised himself and drew back out of Jessie's slot, which made a squishy sound as it gave up its limp prisoner. Wayne did the same with Irene with a similar result. Both men looked down again, in the instant before the girls simultaneously rolled onto their sides, at the pinkened behinds lightly colored by friction.
Jessie and Irene, their previously heated blood cooling rapidly, refused to look at each other. Norm noticed at once. "None of that this time!" he said sharply. He seized Jessie and rolled her onto her back. "Grab Irene an' switch ends so's you can drop her mouth on Jessie's cunt," he directed Wayne. He held Jessie's kicking legs up in the air while Wayne did as directed. Norm pushed Irene's middle down upon Jessie's face. "Now whack ass if they don't get into each other," he told Wayne, emphasizing his point by a sharp slap upon Jessie's upheld bottom.
Irene found herself with her face pressed down between Jessie's warm thighs and an apricot-colored, musty-smelling wet cunt under her mouth. Tentatively she dipped her tongue into it, then shivered when she felt a tongue at her own widened slit as Jessie worked at the dripping cunt above her face. Once each was satisfied she wasn't the spectacle, they scoured out each other's pussies with fiery-probing diligence.
Wayne and Norm watched fascinatedly the female sixty-nining. "That really gets to me," Wayne confided to Norm in a low voice. "Seeing them suck on each other like that." His previously drooping prick with its mucously-shining purplish head was rising in a steady arc. He crouched to watch closely as Irene's hips writhed slowly from the stimulation of Jessie's quick-darting tongue in her quim.
Norm was still holding Jessie's legs up in the air so Irene wouldn't have to bow her neck too much to get at her friend's frankly displayed mossy fissure. "They sure like to chew on each other," Norm agreed. He looked at Wayne speculatively. "Did you ever ream Jessie's asshole?"
"Her asshole?" Wayne repeated, startled. "N-no."
"You ought to try it," Norm advised. "There's nothin' like it when you're crammed into a female dogberry." He was silent until the furious lapping and sucking on both ends of the female coupling had died out to an occasional languid tongue-extension into a moist crevice. He motioned to Wayne, who lifted Irene off Jessie's belly. Norm watched while the girls gravitated into each other's arms and exchanged kisses which quickly turned into tongue-licking removals of lip-moisture. "Okay," he said with satisfaction at this sign of peace in the family. "I got an errand to run, girls, but Wayne's got an idea to keep the party goin'." He began to dress.
"Yes," Wayne said boldly. "I'm going to fuck your asshole, Jessie. And you're going to help me do it, Irene."
"Oh, Wayne!" Jessie said, but with no real protest in her tone. She was still feeling flushed from her sexual activity and for the first time in an aftermath she didn't feel acutely ashamed. Her glance at Irene was challenging. The embarrassment would undoubtedly come later, she realized, after the carnal excitement had worn off.
Dressed and at the bedroom door, Norm lingered a moment as Wayne and Irene took Jessie and disposed her so that her lush rump was sprawled openly over a pillow placed at the end of the bed. Wayne and Irene consulted quietly together while Wayne parted Jessie's nascent hind cheeks and exposed her tiny pink rosebud. "I'll get the vaseline," Irene said clearly.
Norm hesitated.
Should he stay and participate in what promised to be a most delightful frolic?
But he reminded himself that he had other fish to fry.
Reluctantly, he left the apartment and descended to the street. He knew that in their present frame of mind he wouldn't be missed by those he left behind.
Norm Blanchard drove rapidly across town in his car, formulating a plan as the miles dropped away behind him. By the time he reached his goal, a street of pretentious residences, he was sure he was ready. He fixed his salesman's smile confidently upon his face as he turned into Milton King's crushed stone driveway and parked under the archway before the front entrance.
He rang the bell and waited impatiently. He was eager now to get on with this program he had conceived after listening grimly to Irene's relation of how Milton King had punked her in the ass. The oldest story in the world was that what was sauce for the goose was sauce for the gander, Norm thought to himself as he waited for the door to open. Unless he got a really bad break, there should be an ass right inside this house to punk.
Dolly King opened the door.
She had obviously been taking a nap. Her eyes were still muzzy and her usually carefully arranged blonde hair was flying artlessly all over her head yet somehow contrived to appear youthfully attractive. "How do you do, Mrs. King?" Norm said, taking the initiative at once. "I'm a photographer who is taking some shots of the personnel at the bank, and your husband thought it was time he had a current semi-formal portrait of you."
"Why-why," Dolly stammered, "but I'm a mess! He should have called me! My hair-" Her voice trailed off as a hand went to her head, automatically trying to fluff her hair into some semblance of order.
"Nonsense!" Norm said cheerfully. "We'll just run a comb through it and set it to rights in no time." He glanced at his watch meaningfully. "I have to be back at the bank soon."
Dolly slipped the chain latch from the door. "Couldn't I make an appointment for-for tomorrow?" she was still protesting when Norm walked past her into the ornate interior of the front hall.
"I'll be miles away tomorrow," Norm said briskly. "Your husband wanted you to take advantage of this opportunity."
"Well-" Dolly sighed. She closed the door. "What on earth shall I wear? Did you say a semiformal portrait?" She led the way into the somewhat austere-looking downstairs sitting room with its sterile groupings of interior decorator-arranged objets d'art. The enormous room didn't look lived in, Norm thought.
"A cocktail dress?" Dolly continued, facing Norm again. Her negligee covered without concealing the double swell of bosom and buttocks above and below her small waist. Norm had heard Irene say that Dolly had a drinking problem, but except for the slightest puffiness under her eyes there was no indication of it in the baby doll beauty of her almost flawless features. Studying her, Norm felt a quick surge of excitement. There was nothing that turned him on sexually more than womanly amplitudes, and Dolly King had womanly amplitudes in abundance. "Do you think a cocktail dress?" Dolly repeated.
"You have beautiful skin, Mrs. King," Norm said earnestly. "To do justice to it we'd really have to pose you in the baby style of the '90s. You know, nude and bottom-up over a cushion."
Dolly giggled at the image recalled, then set her soft mouth primly. "You're becoming a bit familiar, Mr.-Mr.-" She paused when she realized she didn't know Norm's name. In the next instant she realized something else. "Your- your camera!" she faltered. "You don't-did you leave your camera in your car?" she finished hopefully.
Norm edged closer to her in case she panicked when she realized her situation, alone in her home with a strange man. "There's no camera, Dolly," he said easily. "I'm here for another reason."
"But-but I don't understand! You said-" "Did you ever hear the name Irene Blanchard, Dolly?"
The chubby blonde with the puzzled expression blinked. "Irene-isn't she the friend of Jessie Irwin?"
"Exactly," Norm said. "And my wife." He ignored Irene's acquired-in-haste divorce as he smiled serenely at Dolly. "Whom your husband, Milton, took advantage of recently and fucked in her asshole."
"Ohh!" Dolly exclaimed, startled at the language no less than at the thought.
"So I'm going to fuck your asshole, Dolly," Norm continued.
Dolly King swallowed visibly as one hand went protectively to her rear. "You're-you're joking!" She tried to firm up her quavering voice. "And in the worst possible taste!"
Deliberately Norm unzipped himself and took out his prick, which was undergoing a lazy resurrection. Dolly gave a muted squeak as she glimpsed his sexual machinery, and her eyes widened as she estimated its dimensions. Norm took her by the arm. "What are you afraid of, Dolly?" he asked softly. "Milton fucks you in the asshole, doesn't he?"
"But that's-that's different!" Dolly was getting into a panic. "You're-I don't even know -you can't do this!"
Norm waved his prick at her, and Dolly gulped. "Up your ass, Dolly," he assured her. "Way up. All the way up. Can't you feel it now?" She tried to pull away from his arm grip, but Norm held on. "First we have to make a phone call, though."
Dolly stopped struggling. "A-a phone call?"
"To your husband."
"I don't-I don't understand," Dolly said helplessly.
With his free hand Norm pushed Dolly's negligee from her shoulders. It descended to her arms, which Norm held low as her bright-straw-berry-nippled large white breasts sprang into view. Dolly gave another stifled sound of protest but didn't struggle. Norm bent his head and licked with the tip of his tongue at a bouncingly portly bubby. "You're going to call your husband and tell him a man forced his way into the house under false pretenses and is threatening to fuck your asshole," he said when he straightened up. He tugged on Dolly's arm and drew her toward the telephone.
The well-fleshed blonde moved like a sleepwalker. Norm had to dial for her. "Mr. King, please," he said when he had the connection, then handed the phone to Dolly. "Say it," he demanded.
He could hear Milton King's impatient, "What is it?"
"Milton," Dolly whispered in a choked voice, "there's-there's a strange man in the house who says-who says he's going to-to-" She cut her eyes sideways at Norm and surprisingly blushed, "-fuck my asshole."
"What did you say?" Milton roared. "Have you been at the bottle again?"
Norm took the phone from Dolly's unresisting hand. He deepened his voice and made it as menacing as he could. "You think you're the only one who can fuck an asshole, King?" he said heavily. He gave a short, satiric laugh, then broke the connection. "That will fetch husband Milton on the dead run," he said satisfiedly to Dolly.
"But you-you don't really mean to do it?" she pleaded.
"The hell I don't," he said flatly. "I wouldn't miss the chance for a farm. Get yourself out've that negligee, y'hear?"
He had to move her arms like a mechanical doll's to accomplish his purpose. Beneath the negligee Dolly had on only gossamer-thin black lace panties. Norm felt a renewed fire in his loins at the sight of her deeply curved belly dipping down into her thighs. He turned her around and stripped the panties from her, leaving her attired only in pale gentian-colored pomponned slippers. With one hand he patted and stroked and fondled the chubby blonde's dazzling white, pliantly silky wide buttocks while Dolly stirred uneasily. "Oooooh!" she murmured as the amorous touch of the male hand on her bare behind titillated and aroused her. "Please-don't!"
Norm bent her over, plumping out her generous spheres. He parted them and fingered her puckered brown anus. "Target of opportunity, Dolly," he said jubilantly, then glanced at his watch. It would take Milton twenty minutes to drive home even if he exceeded the speed limit.
"But first-"
He led Dolly to a chaise longue with an unused look. He placed Dolly on it on her back, then took hold of her legs and spread them, staring down at the exposed silken-fleeced blonde wisps adorning a plump-lipped pink sex-gash. "First," he repeated, "let's rip off a quick one."
He discarded his clothing hurriedly and returned to Dolly, who had made no move to escape. "Your husband knows you can't help yourself, so you can do anything you like, can't you?" Norm remarked.
Dolly's eyes were enormous pools of reflected light. "Yes," she whispered.
"So what would you like to do?"
Dolly's round belly heaved from the quick breath she drew. "Put it in me!" she said with her wide-staring eyes on Norm's rocklike erection. "Put it in my cunt!"
"Strange," Norm said genially, "I had the same idea. For the first course."
He knelt between the blonde's wide-parted legs, lanced her sex-flesh, and for ten minutes fucked her steadily while Dolly King whistled and burbled and squealed and whimpered and moaned in a frenzy of sexual gratification. Norm stayed in her until she came twice, then withdrew. "Now we've got to set the scene," he assured the glazed-eyed blonde who didn't even hear him.
He left the couch and pulled a low-backed chair into the room's center. He confiscated one of the chaise cushions and placed it on the chair-back. Finally he took Dolly by the hand, lifted her from the chaise, and led her to the chair where he bent her over the cushion. He slapped her tautly projecting hind cheeks lightly, then settled his unexpended rod in between them. For minutes he rubbed his unyielding prick all over Dolly's tender bottom-flesh and in between while she wriggled uneasily on the cushion. "What are you waiting for?" she whispered finally.
"For the sound of a key in the front door lock," Norm replied. He parted Dolly's capacious globes experimentally and applied his slippery cockhead to her anus. Dolly flinched at the touch.
Norm maintained his erection until he heard the awaited sound. Immediately he lined up his cock again and thrust mightily at Dolly's quivering asshole. He gained a foothold as she moaned, then shoved, and shoved again. Dolly shrieked as she felt her tender rosebud ravaged by the gristly invader, and her shriek soared as Norm shoved again and Dolly's flesh was riven. He pushed deeply into her warm-feeling, buttery rectum.
Milton King dashed into the room and skidded to a stop on the Oriental rug at the tableau before him. "What the hell!" he shouted hoarsely, and sprinted toward Norm and Dolly. He aimed a blow at Norm which the latter skillfully diverted. Milton swung around again, his face ablaze with rage.
"Want to rip your wife's asshole right out?" Norm inquired.
Milton paused. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded.
"Irene Blanchard's husband."
"Irene-oh." Milton looked and sounded deflated. He looked at Norm's stout prong inserted between his wife's buttocks, then looked away. "What-what do you want?"
"I'm getting it," Norm replied. He saw Milton take another quick look at his penetration of Dolly's rectum, and he moved his hips. The pause before had allowed Dolly to accommodate her sudden distention, and at Norm's movement upon her she released a sighing "Ooooooooooh!" of simple, unalloyed pleasure. "How'd you enjoy Irene's asshole?" Norm asked Milton.
Milton looked away again, but not before Norm saw a feral gleam of excitement in his eyes. "Fine," he said. "You-you do it to her, too?"
"Correct," Norm said. "There's nothing better."
"Agreed," Milton said fervently. His glance couldn't seem to settle down on any one spot. "Listen," he said, then paused.
"Yes?" Norm said.
Dolly King looked around inquiringly. She had expected Milton to be furious; instead he was now engaged in this curious, low-pitched, intense conversation. And the man whose big cock was firmly inserted in her rear aperture had stopped moving in her, to her half-ashamed disappointment.
"Ever make a sandwich?" Milton asked.
"Once." Norm smacked his lips at the memory. "Tremendous."
Milton jerked his thumb at the quiescent Dolly. "Well?"
"You mean-?"
"Share and share alike, of course."
"We sandwich your wife and-"
"At the first opportunity we sandwich yours," Milton said.
Deep within Dolly's compacted rectal area Norm felt the tip of his prick throbbing at the fascinating proposal. "You've got a deal!" he declared, excitement causing his voice to rise.
"Let's get her upstairs," Milton said immediately.
Dolly felt Norm's hands on her hips as he pried her off his turgid, blood-red linchpin. The finger-snapping sound of his emergence crackled in the air. Milton took Dolly's left arm and Norm took her right, and together they led her across the room and up the flight of winding stairs. Dolly hadn't caught up with their clipped conversation, but she knew instinctively that the alliance had only her incidental best interests at heart.
Midway in the stair climb Milton paused. He caressed all of Dolly's silken-skinned excrescences on his side, and Norm at once matched his action on the other. Their hands met between Dolly's odalisque-sized buttocks and probed her wet cunt. "Ohh!" Dolly exclaimed, torn between fear and desire.
They stopped playing with her and half-led, half-carried her up the remainder of the stairs to the master bedroom. Milton stripped the bed with a single clawing sweep of his arm. He took off his clothes hastily as Norm seated the nude Dolly on the bed. "What are you going to do, Milton?" she asked fearfully as her husband joined them, his lengthy pole stiffeningly red-eyed.
He didn't answer her. He spread her legs, pushed her onto her back, and in a quick movement born of long practice slotted his spear in her quiver. It glided unmolested into her already well-lubricated hideaway. Milton gave Dolly three slow plunges as her mouth pursed from the sensation of the familiar prick deep in her cunt, but then he took her in his arms and rolled over suddenly, bringing her on top of him.
Immediately Norm was behind her, and Dolly tried to look around. She felt frightened, but Norm's mouth was on her back, kissing it, and his hands massaged the curving mounds of her soft, malleable buttocks. He took her by the hips and raised her up and down on Milton's shaft, and Dolly gasped. When Dolly relaxed, Norm spread the beautifully ample white hemispheres and once again applied the tip of his prick to Dolly's exposed, red-looking anus.
Dolly tried to wriggle her bottom out of the way, but Norm skillfully pursued his puckered target until the head of his cock penetrated the soft, rubbery tissue. When Dolly squealed at the pain as Norm surged into her asshole again, he reached around and took hold of her large breasts, rubbing the nipples between his fingers.
Once more Dolly relaxed.
The pain started up again as Norm pushed harder. Dolly didn't think she could stand it, but Milton pulled her head down and covered her mouth with his own, shoving his tongue inside and french-kissing her to fresh excitement. Milton jogged up and down with his hips beneath her, and his steely shaft rode in and out of her clutching pussy. Even the large prick impaling her tender rosebud no longer hurt as formerly.
Dolly gasped as Norm grunted behind her, and for the second time slammed his hard cock into the rubbery walls of her rectum. He held tightly to her titties to keep her from getting away from him. Another quick flare of pain evaporated as Norm began to bottom-fuck her in earnest. He pressed against her back and applied his lips to the nape of her neck, kissing it and nibbling at it. Cold chills and hot flashes pirouetted through Dolly's flesh.
The two men quickly fell into a rhythmic pattern, both with their hands on Dolly's waist, elevating her to rise and fall on the prick in her cunt while the cock in her rectum slid in and out. She could feel the heads of their cocks seeming to meet together and press against each other with only a thin tissue of her own softly pink flesh separating them. A rising tide of sexual shamelessness urged her onward.
She speared herself upon Milton and at the same time ground herself into Norm. She rose up and down and was pulled up and down until she felt her insides expanding. She exploded all at once, the hot wetness spreading over Milton's plunging prick. "Ohhhhhh, it was too- quick!" she groaned as her vibrating sheath-walls tried to relax. The buffeting she was receiving fore and aft prevented it, however. Dolly went limp between the two male cocks which continued to fuck her orifices.
An animal cry escaped Norm as his orgasm was triggered by Dolly's tight-clutching asshole and buttery-warm interior. He shot load after load into her straining rectum as Milton lunged up into her from underneath with grunted effort that reflected his own imminent spend. Dolly rode out the storm while the prick below inundated the uppermost reaches of her vaginal wound while the other flooded her bowels.
The frenzied activity came to a stop, and they rested, Milton still under her and Norm solidly embedded in her sperm-filled rectum. Then she felt their gradual softening, then the slow, popping withdrawal of Norm following which she crawled off Milton, whose soft spear slipped out of her. She stretched out on her side on the bed, breathing deeply but calmly. She couldn't remember when she had felt so satisfied or so spent.
Above her prostrate figure Milton looked at Norm. "Change off?" he suggested.
"You bet," Norm replied.
"She'll suck us up," Milton promised.
Dolly thought she had never felt so totally female as when she alternately sucked the two pricks which had just ravished her. She took pride in the fact she was able to make them rise quickly, and her eyes were soft, and limpid-looking when Norm went down on his back and Milton seated her on Norm's renewed erection before Milton moved in behind her and applied his husbandly spear to her semen-weeping hind parts. Her tongue tested her own lips lightly as she tasted her own shit from Norm's prong, but then she gave herself up to the tremendous surge of emotion from deep within her as once again she was stabbed fore and aft by the lusty cocks.
Twenty minutes later Milton and Norm, both naked, strolled down the staircase to the sitting room where Norm had left his clothes. He dressed silently while Milton poured them each a brandy and offered Norm a cigar from a glass humidor. Norm broke the comfortable silence. "There's Jessie," he said. "And Wayne."
Milton raised an eyebrow. "Wayne?"
"He's had both Jessie and Irene," Norm explained.
"And probably Dolly," Milton said wryly. "It seems I've been underestimating the caliber of the help in the bank." He looked down into the amber depths of his brandy pony for an instant. "The circle touches at all points," he said softly. "Perhaps-"
"Yes," Norm agreed. "You could put it together. You've got the apartment in town an'-"
"And the inclination," Milton finished for him. He ushered Norm to the door, and neither man found it odd that Milton was still naked. "You'll be hearing from me shortly," he promised.
Norm looked back at the fieldstone house once with a satisfied smile as he drove out onto the street.