Chapter 7
As Nancy's eyes became accustomed to the darkness, she began to make out the huddled forms of couples on couches in front and to the side of Johnny Kelly and herself. The darkness had emboldened them, and she could see some of the reclining figures embracing. In front of her, a man had wedged his hand in the cleavage of a toothsome blonde's fully ripened breasts. Nancy could see the man's fingers massaging the girl's nipples beneath the clinging material of her sweater. Then, she felt Johnny's hand on her own thigh, his fingers coursing teasingly up and down the length of exposed flesh between her knee and the hem of her skirt. The young mother reached down to pull his hand away, but her attention was suddenly deflected by a dim light appearing on the stage. Then, the curtain rose over the platform, and the footlights on the stage grew brighter, finally shining strong enough to disclose a bedroom setting. On a large bed on center stage a figure was moving.
Gradually, Nancy distinguished the form of a young girl really not much more than a well-developed child dressed in a transparent negligee barely covering the large uplifting orbs of her breasts ... She couldn't have been a day over eighteen, Nancy thought; her hair was braided in pink ribbons and her face, reflected in a wall length mirror beside the bed, was glowing in the full flush of youth. A glass was pressed into Nancy's hand by her handsome young escort, and again she felt his hand touch her thigh. This time, with more certainty, she pulled away from him, and she felt his fingers slip to her knee, then flutter away. His arm brushed her shoulder and his forearm drew her closer to his chest. Again, the young mother's eyes were caught by the child on the stage. She had slipped to the side of the large bed and was cupping her face in her hands.
Soft sobs came from the girl as she leaned sadly down on the edge of the mattress, her eyes welling with tears, and Nancy in her near-drunken state suddenly identified with the girl's loneliness. She felt tears straining her cheeks and realized a sympathetic chord was being struck by this child who seemed a reflection of a hidden part of herself.
Slowly, the girl rose from the bed and began unbraiding her hair. She stood sideways in front of the full-length mirror admiring her voluptuous profile for a moment, then began combing out her long blonde hair, turning slightly to the side to obtain a full view of her smoothly curving body. From the right-hand section of the stage, the door to the girl's bedroom opened. A woman about Nancy's age with a short pixie haircut entered quietly and slipped onto the bed behind the girl. The woman was more slightly built, with applesized high-set breasts which would be seen in sharp outline as she sprawled across the bed. Her face seemed caught in rapt attention as she swept her eyes over the curvaceous profile of the teenager who, absorbed in combing her hair, still had not noticed the intruder.
The young blonde began to undress, slipping the long gown slowly upward, exposing the gently tapered calves, then the full well-rounded thighs. Nancy could hear the sounds of delight coming from the males in the room as the pegnoir snaked its way over the girl's head and her budding young body emerged. The top of the gown fell to the floor and her lushly ripened breasts swung resiliently into freedom. They uplifted gently from her body in all their youthful firmness, and their erect little nipples stood out on the large white mounds like roses about to blossom. They swayed in the overhead light from the stage and cast a suggestive shadow on the carpeted floor.
Nancy's grey eyes focused on the older woman on the bed. The girl seemed unaware of her presence, and the woman took advantage of this and began to disrobe. She was quickly out of her micro-mini, beneath which she wore nothing but a pair of flimsy transparent pink panties. The slender, almost boyish lines of her mature body contrasted with the youthful curves of the blonde, but it retained a lithe sensuality that was emphasized by her high-set breasts and her tight little buttocks. Nancy heard a lewd moan of hunger from some of the men around her as she drew her panties obscenely from her loins, squirming her buttocks as she slipped them down over her thighs and kicked them carelessly to the foot of the bed. She touched the nipple of her right breast with one finger while she stroked her moistly glistening vaginal slit with the other. Her burning eyes flickered obscenely up and down the girl's body; yet the teenager continued to admire her reflection in the mirror, still completely ignorant of the alien presence. Nancy tightened her hands into small fists and drew in a deep breath. Even the strip show she'd just witnessed was nothing like this. Both girls were totally naked, and the older woman on the bed was openly fingering her pussy while she fondled her breasts. Through the intoxicating haze of alcohol, the drama going on before them became as real as anything the young mother had ever witnessed ... with the possible exception of the antics of her daughter-in-law and the fat man earlier that afternoon. She found herself waiting suspensefully on the edge of the couch for the moment when the girl would notice the woman watching her. She could feel her own body twitch in sympathy with the woman who was finger-fucking herself, and she pressed her thighs tightly together to cut off the slight tingle that had started in her breasts and worked its way slowly down to the sensuously throbbing point up between her legs.
The little young blonde turned to the bed and let out a high-pitched cry when she saw the woman lewdly pistoning her finger in and out of her vaginal slit. The older female gestured for her to approach but the girl cringed away in fear. Then the woman rose from the bed and violently slapped the blonde on her nakedly rounded buttocks. The girl screamed. Again the woman smacked the flat of her hand against the girl's backside, this time letting her hand linger there for a teasing moment. The girl shuddered under her touch but did not make an effort to get away. She turned her head and looked at the naked older woman beside her. Her eyes rose from the boyish shape of the woman's waist to her smallish breasts. It all seemed so real.
Nancy wondered how two women could play such parts unless they really felt like it. Never in her life had she felt a passion for another woman, but the strength of the scene evoked a strange kindling of lust inside her which she struggled against now. She nervously squirmed her buttocks and felt the edge of the cushion brush electrically against the soft swelling of her vaginal lips. She jumped at the unexpected sensual contact it brought as her breath quickened.
Johnny Kelly pressed a freshened glass of Pernod into her now-trembling hand. For a moment he faced her, and then shifted his concentration to the stage. Nancy drained the glass almost to the bottom, trying to cool some of the warmth the women's passion transmitted to her own love-starved body. But the potent liquid had the opposite effect. The warmth and stimulation crackling through the room was beginning to excite her hotly against her will. She slid down slightly against the cushion again, feeling the side of the cushion press her skirt and panties into her moistly throbbing cuntal crevice. She squirmed almost imperceptibly against it, working the corner of the cushion between the sensitive lips of her vagina, rocking her body back and forth as she watched the woman on stage slide her hand from the girl's softly rounded buttocks to the golden Vee between her legs.
The girl mumbled something, then instantly arched her hips and began undulating them gently back and forth against the caressing fingers which were now slowly insinuating themselves into the narrow hair-lined pussy slit. Without moving her hand from the soft blonde pubic mound, the woman moved slowly backwards across the stage. The girl's mouth emitted soft mewls of pleasure as she followed the woman in a hypnotic trance until they stood at the edge of the bed. The large spotlight encircled the two figures, and the color of the lighting turned from yellow to brilliant gold. The two naked women faced each other like lovers. The older woman slowly lowered her head and planted a gentle kiss on each of the girl's ripely trembling breasts, and increased the speed of her finger circling obscenely against the tiny bud of her own clitoris.
Nancy could feel the warm wetness spreading between her thighs, and she opened them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. The roughness brushed soothingly against her erect little clitoris through her sheer panties. Out of the corner of her eye she looked guiltily across the table at the man with the big-busted blonde. They were so engrossed that they hadn't noticed her odd behavior. She saw the man rummaging his hands beneath the blonde's sweater, massaging the full sensuous mounds in the gently squeezing palms of his hands, and this drove Nancy into an even more intense state of lustful arousal. The blonde's face was pressed lightly against the man's as she kissed his cheek, darting out her tongue salaciously to touch his mouth.
Stretching out backwards against the rear cushions, yet careful not to break contact with the edge of the ridged cushion pressed between her warmly tingling thighs, Nancy let herself rest against Kelly's arm behind her; it felt strong and solid, and somehow reassuring. When his hand touched her breast, it, too, was welcome and went unnoticed for a moment. For a fleeting second it touched the bodice of her tight dress, then went away, and then returned again. I can at least let him do this, she thought. It won't hurt anything as long as I don't let him go farther ... even though it is a little like sitting here with Bob.
A loud moan came from the stage, and Nancy's eyes switched back through the darkness to the brightly illuminated setting. The two women were lying sideways on the bed facing each other. All signs of struggle from the teenaged blonde had vanished, and her fingers were now sensuously stroking the narrow glistening opening of the older woman's vagina. The woman reciprocated with her own hand thrusting lewdly against the girl's eagerly undulating cunt, her head was down between the child's fully ripened breasts where she sucked on one nipple and then the other, changing positions at intervals as though she couldn't decide which quivering mound was more delicious than the other.
Suddenly, the teenaged blonde shifted her weight and brought one knee up to the woman's thighs. She thrust it forward, pressing it against the woman's obscenely gyrating pubic mound. An agonized moan of lust rumbled from the older woman's chest. She splayed her legs and let the girl's knee rest against the wetly throbbing flanges of her pussy, and then both women were writhing wildly back and forth over each other. They tumbled down to the base of the bed, their nakedly entwined bodies squeezed tightly together. Suddenly they pulled apart and, with one hand affixed momentarily to the girl's frantically quivering breast, the boyishly built older woman slowly inched down the young girl's naked body until her face was pressed in the golden triangle of sparse pubic hair. Slowly, the trembling ivory columns of the girl's legs opened and the woman's face pushed downward, her tongue flicking out and into the nakedly exposed pussy. Nancy gasped in disbelief when the girl plunged her hand into the woman's short dark hair and pushed her hungry young cunt up against the tormenting tongue, then drew herself forward as the suspense continued to mount. She was aware of Johnny's hand making persistent contact with her breasts now, and as she pulled forward he squeezed them even tighter. His breath grew heavier and heavier and came faster and she was forced to look at him then, but as she turned her head, another low murmur from the spectators drew her eyes back to the stage.
The door to the bedroom was flung open, and an angry middle-aged man dressed in a business suit entered. He threw a quick glance at the women so lewdly engaged in oral intercourse, and immediately unclasped his belt and drew it from his pants. His face took on an expression of fury as he gazed at the blonde girl wantonly writhing in front of him. Suddenly, the blonde gave a start and screamed in terror. Was she his daughter? Nancy wondered. Was the woman beside the girl supposed to be her mother?
The woman, sensing the girl's alarm, loosened her grip on the teenager's undulating buttocks and lifted her wetly glistening face from the naked young pussy. She turned just as the man approached the bed. The belt slashed out like a whip, snapping in the air above the bed. An incoherent oath sputtered from the angry man's lips, and again the leather sliced smartly within a fraction of an inch from the blonde's fearfully cringing buttocks. Nancy knew she had to leave now to keep from going to pieces. But somehow the idea of the two girls caught making love, and the sight of the man standing sadistically over them fascinated her. She couldn't look away. She reached for her glass and found it empty. Johnny Kelly handed her his own glass, and she drank the liquid thankfully. His hand was pressing provocatively against the nipple on her left breast now, and she could feel pinpricks of delicious sensation racing through the tips of them as he rolled the tiny hardening bud through the flimsy cloth of her dress with his thumb and forefinger. The heat of his breath rushed against her ear, and then before she realized what was happening, he had locked his lips wetly against hers. She struggled to turn her face, but the pressure of his mouth was too much for her in her present state. I must stop now, she admonished herself. If it goes much further, I won't have any choice in the matter.
It was Johnny who pulled away first, his attention riveted back onto the stage by a piercing groan. This time the man had struck the woman with his belt. The two nakedly cowering females looked fearfully at him as he unfastened his slacks and kicked them onto the floor. His shorts slipped off quickly, and his giant rigid cock immediately jutted out in the air. The blonde let out a gasp of fright and cowered behind the boyish-looking older woman, struggling to conceal her exposed secret parts from the man's hungering gaze.
He sprang animal-like across the room, and in one swift movement hurled himself on the bed. Instantly, he was straddling the teenaged blonde girl's full swaying breasts and had thrust the head of his turgid cock against her parted lips. The woman fell to the side, and then drew closer to the man and the struggling young girl again. She had raised her fist, about to strike him, when he seized her wrist and pulled her down beside the girl. She fought vainly against him for a moment, her face grimaced in pain, then lay still. Still holding the woman's arm in one clenched fist, he swiveled his hips, pressing the obscenely pulsating head of his huge male organ against the lips of the blonde's mouth. Again he thrust! His hand released the woman's arm and slipped to the groaning girl's throat. Pushing her neck up so that her mouth was directly in front of his hardness, he flicked his hips once more, and the girl's wetly parted lips gave some more. Although she was no longer restrained, the woman beside them lay silent. Her gleaming eyes stared across the girl's splayed out torso to the huge bloated rod of flesh extending lewdly from the man's hairy loins.
Nancy's thighs began to tremble. She felt the warm moistness up between her legs pulsating eagerly in anticipation of the impending ravishment of the helpless young girl's mouth. She squirmed downward again, the cushion edge forcing the tight elastic leg band of her panties deeper into the split of her cunt. Johnny Kelly's hand had somehow parted the front of her bodice, and now his fingers played over the soft fullness of her breasts, prodding and tugging at the tight covering of her dress until his entire hand was cupping her aroused naked flesh. Almost immediately his thumb and forefinger came into warm contact with the sensitively throbbing nipple of her right breast, and he tweaked and twirled the erect little bud in a maddening circle. Below, she could feel tiny throbs of pleasure pulsing in the nerve center of her clitoris, and she bit her lower lip tightly to hold back the forbidden sensations that were flickering obscenely up between her thighs.
Back on the stage the man had lunged forward again, pushing the huge blood-filled cockhead inside the girl's wetly parted lips. Nancy gasped at the obscene sight of the thick fleshy shaft stuck so lewdly just inside the girl's mouth. She watched the woman lying next to the defenseless young girl and the man and felt a twinge of strange sympathy for her because she was fingering herself forlornly as she watched the man tangle his hands in the girl's hair and force her to begin a gentle sucking motion on his cock. God, so that's what it's like, Nancy's mind reeled. I didn't know your cheeks hollowed and expanded like that!
Now, the slender older woman reached up and with one hand cradled the man's sperm heavy swaying balls in her kneading fingers, while the other hand moved to the erect nipple of the naked young girl's left breast beneath the man's straining thighs. Tiny ridges of soft pink flesh could be seen pulling from between the girl's tightly ovaled lips as he drew his penis back; they disappeared back inside her mouth when he thrust his hips obscenely forward, driving his lust-thickened prick into her warm wet cavern again. He began a rhythmic sawing motion, never quite drawing it outside all the way but leaving the tip just inside the warm moistness of her mouth. The girl slowly warmed to the task as her glance fell on the older woman holding the man's testicles. In sympathy, the young blonde's hand dropped to caress her friend's small firm breasts.
Like a surrealistic dream, the figures on the stage were reaching a crescendo of obscene excitement. The man had increased the speed of his thrusts into the girl's hotly sucking mouth. The woman lying beside them was pulling up and kneeling above the tangled blonde hair so that the man could run his tongue against her wetly glistening vaginal lips at the same time as he obscenely sawed his cock into the young woman's mouth. The girl stared vacandy into the widespread crevice of the older woman's legs while she continued sucking eagerly on the thick massively hardened penis. With each thrust he made, a wet sluicing sound erupted from the stage, for the man's tongue was snaking into the hair-lined pussy lips in front of his face in a rhythmic counterpoint to the lewd smack of his loins against the young girl's face.
Nancy's head reeled in confusion; her breath was coming in tight gasps, and the burning sensation bubbling in her belly grew in maddening intensity with each moment she watched the girl being ravished. Her alcohol-stimulated body was beginning to perspire in the hot closeness of the room, and her dress felt moist from the sweat trickling down her abdomen. She felt Johnny Kelly's hand squeeze tighter against her nakedly quivering breast, slipping his fingers from one erect little nipple to the other as if they were his private playthings.
This has just got to stop! the young mother's heart pounded. I'm not a whore like Judy! She wanted to stand up and scream, but she knew it would be ridiculous to throw a scene in front of everyone. She bit down hard on her lower lip to keep back the frustration that was building in her chest, building in her belly.
The three fondling bodies were bouncing lewdly back and forth on the mattress in an insane fury. The kneeling woman's pelvis gyrated hard into the man's face in blind sacrifice to his rapidly licking tongue, while he continued battering his long hard cock deep into the girl's throat. The woman's tight girlish buttocks were churning smoothly in the air as she greedily pressed the naked mound of her cunt against the man's tongue. She gazed down from time to time to glance at the teenaged girl sucking hungrily beneath her. A tiny rivulet of saliva, mixed with seminal fluid, trickled down the side of the blonde's mouth when she hollowed her cheeks, attempting to swallow the entire length of his madly throbbing cock into her throat.
Now, she thrust her neck hard against the mattress, as though the wildly plundering penis had forced it back against her will. The man's hand reached up and seized the older woman's tightly clenched buttocks. His tongue swiped up from the opening of her vaginal passage to lick tantalizingly at her clitoris while his hand pressed in through the fleshy ass cheeks, seeking the tiny puckered orifice of her anus. After another prolonged moment of oral fucking at her enflamed squirming pussy, he thrust his outstretched middle finger into the woman's defensively cringed anus. Her slim, boyish body stiffened, her face contorted painfully ... and then, her features softened into an expression of pleasure.
The small ivory spheres of her buttocks quickened their movement, and began rotating furiously back and forth and up and down in front of the man's head while below, the girl began drawing her lips with greater suction around the long thick shaft. She sucked at the still lengthening cock with a fury that seemed inhuman to the almost mesmerized Nancy.
The teenage blonde's eyes rolled in her head and her cheeks expanded over-sized on the instroke as though the enormous blood-filled cock was lodged hotly against the inner walls of her cheeks and was pushing them outward. One of the young blondes little hands swept up from her sides to cradle the man's ballooning balls and knead them sensually in her fingers, while her other hand sought her own blonde-haired vaginal mound and began thrusting her fingers madly into her insufferably heated cunt. Her hips raised blindly off the mattress and rotated in tight ovals in rhythmic time to the thick pistoning cock fucking into her mouth.
Nancy squirmed down hard against the seat as Johnny Kelly dropped his other hand to her bared knee and slipped it up toward the fullness of her thigh. She had frozen momentarily at the unexpected contact crawling insect like over her sensitive flesh. She felt his hand sliding for a second over her nylon stockings, then it was tugging and pushing at the hem of her skirt. His fingers darted halfway up to her panties before she had a chance to drop her hand to stop him. They fought a silent, one-sided battle up there beneath her dress as she seized the young M. C.'s wrist, attempting to keep his fingers where they were on her naked upper thigh, but his greater strength gradually forced her fingers apart and upward. She should scream now, she thought, but it would do no good. Johnny's hand was dangerously close to the thin silk of her panties, and it felt deliciously good playing erotically against the nakedly warm flesh above her hosiery. It rested, not moving, and she became barely conscious of its pressure. Her eyes drifted back to the salacious coupling on the stage. She pressed harder against the cushion, knowing Johnny would think she was trying to escape his fingers and did not suspect that secretly she was pressing the ridge of the cushion into her hotly throbbing cuntal fissure.
Her cuntal juices seeped hotly from the hole up between her legs now, and she wondered if he, too, sensed it. It felt warm and tingling sliding down the crevice between the soft cheeks of her buttocks as she pressed down harder and felt the almost unbearable pleasure building there. Again the tantalizing fingers moved upward, and then once more. She gripped him reluctantly around the wrist. Only a few scant inches separated his fingertips from the saturated cloth of her panties ... and then her hand loosened its grip on his wrist!
Suddenly, she gasped in surprise. Johnny was touching her just below the nylon that was wet from her vaginal secretions, and a lascivious tingle of wantonness feathered softly through her enflamed seeping pussy and down across her quivering thighs. This has got to stop! Oh God, I've got to stop him before I lose control of myself! But, God forgive me ... it feels so good!
The three figures were writhing crazily now, building towards their inevitable release. The teenage blonde sucked shamelessly on the man's thick wetly glistening penis while the older woman punched her pussy with increased fury against the man's licking tongue. Suddenly, the woman arched her pelvis, moaned, and began thrusting herself furiously against the man's working mouth. And, nearly simultaneously, a low coarse groan came from the man's throat. His torso stiffened as he shoved the entire length of his wildly jerking cock into the young girl's sucking mouth.
The lights dimmed and Nancy heard a murmur of expectancy rush through the crowd. The couple to the other side of her appeared in a state of wild arousal. She could make out a woman kneeling over the reclining form of a man with her head bobbing lewdly up and down over his cock which appeared and disappeared between her tightly ovaled lips. Suddenly, there was a deep gasp from the other side of her and Nancy shifted her eyes to the man with the big-busted blonde to her right. The girl's breath was coming at short intervals, and she had lifted her hips up off the couch to afford the man access to her steadily rocking pussy. She could see the girl's fingers holding something long and crimson. The inebriated young mother jerked when she recognized the turgid head of the man's penis throbbing between the girl's tightly grasping fingers ... the girl was massaging his foreskin back and forth while he wormed his fingers obscenely up into her widespread vagina!
On stage, the two women and the man had reached the point of total release, and a powerful choking spasm shook the young blonde's body as the man's face contorted brutally, and he rammed his massive penis in even further into her wetly ovaled lips. As she voraciously sucked on the lust-inflated penis, the young blonde girl twirled her hand in a wildly erotic movement over her own vagina, sliding fingers over the hair-lined wet fissure to plunge desperately into the glistening hole of her pussy, then slipping upward to stroke the miniature erection of her clitoris again. The older woman kneeling above the girl thrust the slimness of her hips closer to the man's face as though to bury her pubic mound, drenched with vaginal secretions, inside the man's obscenely licking mouth.
Nancy could see the small white-skinned breasts of the older woman jiggling lewdly, the taut little nipples more erect than ever as he licked his tongue down the swollen flanges of her cunt to probe into her vaginal opening. The man was tonguing into her wildly pumping cunt in obscene time to the rhythm of the blonde's lewd ministrations at the rubbery hardness of his cock. Then, suddenly, the three lewdly coupled bodies froze, captured by the glare of the spotlight and the scores of eyes focused on them as they collapsed with a loud mutual groan.
Nancy could see the base of the man's cock, massive and pulsating, just below the pinkness of the blonde girl's tightly compressed lips, lewdly jutting like a pile-driver into her mouth and pushing the inner pinkness of her lips open. His sperm-bloated balls lay momentarily against her small moist chin, and even as Nancy stared in stunned disbelief, she saw the white-hot cum bubbling from the girl's lips around the penis gurgling out to drip across her chin and run in a silver rivulet down across her neck to her proud young breasts. Both females were writhing in what obviously was the throes of sexual ecstasy as they orgasmed along with the naked man.
The young mother, in a state of near shock at what she had just seen on the stage, fell back against Johnny Kelly's shoulder. She watched as the man on the stage sent the last scalding bursts of his erupted semen into the blonde teenager's mouth, and then she turned slowly to her handsome young escort in utter awe. In the distance, she could hear the two women uttering their last shrill cries of climax.
Around the room, sounds of couples engaged in lovemaking formed a lascivious backdrop to the lewd performance on the stage. Nancy no longer had the will or inclination to struggle against Johnny's fingers working so pleasurably beneath her panties. She saw the curtain close slowly, leaving the depraved scene the three nakedly exhausted figures layered on top of one another still undulating in the afterglow of orgasm imprinted deeply on the minds of the breathless crowd. The room was filled with the warm air of excited breathing that had accompanied the passion inciting exhibition.
Everyone present had felt the sensations of lust emanating from the three at that final climax including the wantonly aroused Nancy Greenwell. It was with relief and regret that she felt Kelly's outstretched finger slip from her hotly pulsing vagina and his hand slide from beneath her. She was so close to her own orgasm that within a few more moments when would have been just as helpless a victim of lust as the young girl subjugated to the depraved will of the lesbian and the man on the stage.
In spite of her confusion, Nancy managed to arrange her clothing and comb back her hair to produce the impression at least momentarily that nothing had gone wrong. She felt the warm wetness beneath her trembling thighs as she lifted herself off the seat and smoothed her dress beneath her buttocks. She faced away from Johnny Kelly as he straightened his tie and brushed out the crease in his jacket. She couldn't look at him after the lewd thing he had done to her a few moments before. She had never felt so humiliated and ashamed in her life and could not understand how that big-breasted blonde could stand there so calmly after letting that man do the things he did to her while the lights were down. Then, remembering her own uncontrollable lust as Johnny's fingers played over her erotically quivering thighs, she realized that anything was possible. In fact, Nancy felt, it was a much worse thing for her to have done than the blonde since, for one thing, she was nearly old enough to be Johnny's mother, even if she didn't look it!
"Looks like you could use a little cooling off," Kelly said, turning toward her. "Why don't we go back to my place and have a drink? ... Jim and Cherry will be dropping by later for a nightcap; we can make a real foursome out of it."
Nancy looked at the young M. C. incredulously, then found herself returning his enthusiastically infectious smile with one of her own. "Sure," she shrugged, "why not?" Closing the distance that separated them in three long strides, Bob Greenwell took his pregnant young wife in his arms and crushed her tightly against him. "Who was that on the phone, darling?" she protested teasingly. "Mom," he returned. "She said she was downtown looking things over and thought she'd take in a movie."
"That's all?"
"That's all, baby." Judy breathed a small sigh of relief as Bob kissed her passionately, hotly, his tongue probing deeply between her succulent peach-glossed lips. So far, so good, she thought. For a minute there I thought Nancy was going to spill her sexy guts before I had a chance to wield my wiles!
"I'm glad Mom called," Bob breathed hotly into the shell of Judy's ear as he broke their kiss. "It'll give me a chance to make up for the other night."
Judy, still fresh from her shower, snuggled still closer so that Bob could feel the spiked out points of her well-sucked nipples through the whisper-thin material of her pegnoir. "Bob," she sighed, "darling ... I'm the one who has the making up to do."
"You! ... hey c'mon, Judy, I was the one who couldn't "
"I'm not talking about the other night, darling," she cooed, interrupting. "What, then?"
"Fix us a drink and I'll tell you, darling ... And bring them to the bedroom."
When Bob returned to the bedroom with a pair of Rusty Nails he'd whipped up hurriedly in the tiny kitchen, he found Judy sitting on the edge of the bed with her pegnoir off, the light of the bedside lamp playing across her gently uplifted breasts beneath her matching transparent brassiere. Fuck, what a pair, he mused as he pressed her drink into her tiny trembling hand, and all his, too!
His eyes lowered to the enticingly rounded, ivory sheened hips that led to the delicious sweep of her thighs. Up between her outstretched legs he could see, through the soft pubic hair covering her pussy, the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly. God, even pregnant she was the sexiest broad in Oakland! Still, it was obvious that something was bothering her; she was shaking like a leaf and her deep blue eyes were full and glassy ... as if she'd been crying.
He sat down beside her then, his muscular young arm encircling her narrow shoulders protectively. "What's wrong, baby," he soothed, placing a finger beneath her chin and turning her face towards him. "Is it the job? Listen, I got a lead on a warehouseman's job at a winery in Mendocino; thought I'd run out there tomorrow and see about it ... Sounds good?"
"Oh, Bob," Judy sobbed expertly. "I'm so ashamed!"
"About what?" Bob tightened his grip. "I-I didn't have a doctor's appointment today, Bob ... I went out and got myself laid!"
"You what?" Bob stammered incredulously. "I went out and got fucked, Bob ... And I loved every minute of it!" She was almost defiant now in her desperate need to "come clean" about her infidelity. "I'm sick, Bob ... I need help ... All a guy has to do is pull his penis out of his pants and I'll do anything he asks me to!"
"Sweet fucking Jesus," the young husband choked, "you really mean it, don't you, Judy!"
"Oh, Bob ... C-Can you ever forgive me?"
Bob felt the bile rise in his throat and he chased it down quickly with half a Rusty Nail. Good Christ, what a predicament this is! he reflected in tortured silence. And yet, oddly, the mixture of her near nakedness and her blatant confession caused his prick to jerk traitorously in his slacks. "Who, Judy?" he managed at length. "W-Who'd you do it with?"
Judy Greenwell, ever the expert young actress, turned again to her husband and buried her face against his shoulder, more to hide the beginnings of a small smile than a gesture of sincere remorse. "It was ... It was Gerald Dearing," she sobbed. "Oh darling, I'm so sorry____" Inexplicably, the thought of his beautiful pregnant bride riding the long fat cock of her lecherous former employer caused the young husband to come to full erection. "D-Did you like it?" he stammered.
"I loved it," she sobbed. "Oh God, he's hung like a gorse and he made me get down on my hands and knees so he could fuck me dog-style and ... and, forgive me, darling, it was wonderful!"
"I-I guess you couldn't help yourself, Judy," Bob offered generously. He supposed he should be angry maybe even go down to The Silver Goose and punch Gerald Dearing's fat face in but he couldn't ... not yet ... Sweet Jesus, the whole bizarre situation was turning him on like nothing had before! "T-Tell me about it, Judy," he encouraged her, tossing down the rest of his drink. "Tell me milling!"
Judy's small smile broadened into an open grin against her husband's shirt collar as, casually, she let her long-fingered right hand drop to the prominent bulge in his trousers. "Oh, darling," she gushed in mock surprise, "you have an erection! ... D-Did I turn you on?"
Suddenly, Bob raised her face to his again, kissing her hard as he forced her back on the bed. Instantly, his fingers were probing the still-creamy depths of her well-fucked cunt as he found himself whispering hotly, "You little slut, you knew damn well you'd turn me on with a story like that, didn't you!"
"Yes," she cooed, "but it's not a story; I really did screw Gerald, and I really loved it, too ... But then, I knew you'd understand, 'cause your feet are made of clay, too ... And that's why I love you."
"What do you mean, my 'feet are made of clay'?" Bob queried playfully as he reached for Judy's bra straps.
"I'm talking about your mother, dummy," Judy parried. "I saw the way you were looking at her chest at the dinner table last night."
"Hey, c'mon, Judy!" Bob protested, his cheeks flushing hotly. "I was just admiring her sweater."
"She wasn't wearing a sweater, and you know it, you awful horny-person ... Your eyes never got past her cleavage!"
It took only a moment for Bob to sit up and pull off his clothes. He dropped his shirt, trousers, and shorts in a heap on the floor and then lay back down on the bed beside her. Judy raised herself up on one elbow and looked down at his massively pulsating penis standing out in rigid erection over his flat belly.
"MMMmmm!" she piped, lowering her eyes down its long thick length. "It looks bigger tonight, for some reason stiffer and thicker, too! Why I think I'm going to kiss it ... or suck it!"
Her burning gaze swept from the throbbing cock-head down to his cum-filled balls cradled between his muscular thighs. Suddenly, she leaned forward and wrapped her fingers tightly around the rigid shaft of hot male flesh. Bob groaned, heaving his weight toward her.
Laughing, Judy released her hold on her husband's cock and rolled nakedly to one side of the bed. "Do you want to suck it, or not, Judy!" he spat impatiently. "Let me hear what you'd like to do to your mother first!" she teased, wrinkling her pert little nose at him. "Jesus!" he blustered. "You get me all heated up and ready to fuck you in the mouth, and look at yourself ... You're just a goddamn cock-teaser!"
"If you'd really like to fuck her, maybe I can help," she said, squirming seductively just out of arm's reach across the bed. "After all, I am a woman."
"Good Christ, Judy, Mom's not like that!"
"You wanna bet?" Judy countered, seductively rolling back to grasp his ceiling-pointed cock. "With boobs like hers, and that 'little-boy' ass ... don't make me laugh!" She scooted closer then, brushing a wandering strand of sunburst hair from her mischievous blue eyes as she bent down to give the leaking purple head of his cock a preliminary kiss. "I'll bet you a buck she's not at the movies right now, either ... I'll bet she went out and got herself picked up by some handsome young stud with a huge cock!"
"You really are a bitch, aren't you?" Bob squirmed beneath Judy's lathing tongue. "Alright, I'll tell you what I'd like to do to that cow-titted mother of mine ... First, I'd like to screw her between those big white breasts of hers, then maybe make her get down on her hands and knees and...."