Chapter 7
Both Eddie and Clover jumped a foot. Clover had been urging him on with the thrill of discovery, both from people out in the street and from Michael and Rebecca inside. She hadn't noticed what had really been happening. The raven-haired woman had been too busy enjoying the feel of his cock reaming out her pussy.
To find out two people had seen them was horrifying. And exciting!
Clover looked over Eddie's shoulder and saw her husband peering out the open bedroom window. With him was a blue-eyed blonde, very cute, very pretty. This was Eddie's wife Rebecca.
Clover silently had to admit Michael had done a good job fucking Rebecca. She just wished he'd use some of that expertise on her. And Clover's mind wandered from her obvious dilemma to Rebecca. Was she any good in bed? Had Michael really enjoyed balling her more than he had his own wife over the past five years?
From the way Rebecca looked, she could have any stud hot and hard in seconds flat. Clover wondered why she'd never seen Becky look this sexy before. But then, she had never seen her after she'd just finished fucking Michael, either.
"Are you taking notes, Michael?" Clover said boldly, taking the initiative. "Want to come home for some nookie, now? Or are you content to keep balling our neighbor?" The beautiful girl looked up at Rebecca, who blushed furiously. Oddly, this turned on Clover even more. Rebecca was embarrassed! And there she was standing in plain sight framed by the window-bare-ass naked.
"Don't be crude, Clover. Besides, you're conveniently forgetting who it was who started all this. It was you and him." Michael looked down at Eddie, but it wasn't with hate. It was something approaching awe-and jealousy.
Jealousy? Clover could hardly believe Michael would be jealous. And yet none of their emotions fit right. There wasn't the hatred she'd expected when Michael had found her fucking Eddie. There was ... lust. It wasn't out in the open but she felt it in the air just like the electricity charging the atmosphere before an invigorating summer thundershower.
Something big was building up between the four of them and it wasn't the ugly hatred she'd half-feared would develop.
"Hey, cool it, you two," said Eddie. He moved and pulled down Clover's skirt in a move that should have been chaste. It wasn't. His fingers lightly dragged over the black-haired woman's naked butt and turned her on all over again. She had to have more cock!
She moved closer, her ass rubbing seductively into his crotch. For a second, he couldn't take his eyes off the woman. The dark-haired girl was a beauty, but his wife was watching. If he hadn't had his cock exhausted so marvelously by Clover's wanton cunt, he'd sure have made a try for his own wife! Eddie couldn't remember being hotter for her than he was now. Something about knowing she and Michael had been fucking made him go wild.
Eddie's and Rebecca's eyes met and silent communication passed between them. She seemed to be telling him she preferred him to Michael. Eddie was pleased but he had his hands full with a virtual nymphomaniac in Clover.
Eddie sighed, then looked up at Michael. He said, "I guess we can settle this among ourselves in some sort of civilized manner. It doesn't have to be a big thing."
"I want a big thing," said Clover, her hand straying to the man's limp prick.
"And I want a big thing, too," said Rebecca. "From both you men. And you, too, Clover. Hell, get inside before someone sees you like that and calls the cops. Like you said, Eddie, we can settle this in a way we'll all like."
"I'm surprised," said Clover. "Your wife's got brains as well as beauty."
"That's one reason why I married her."
"The other is that she's dynamite in the sack," spoke up Michael. He swallowed, wondering if he'd destroyed the calm that had been settling among them. But he hadn't. If anything, it provided a release of what tension remained.
"Thank you, kind sir," Rebecca said. "And you're not so bad yourself."
Clover watched the byplay in fascination. She realized that Becky was getting a sexual thrill out of all this. And so was she!
They all went in and sat down in the front room, in various stages of undress. Somehow, that didn't matter. If anything, Clover was the one who was most over-dressed for the occasion. Neither Rebecca nor Michael seemed to want to put on clothes. And Eddie was still naked from the waist down.
"Should I even bother being so formal?" she asked. Seeing the answer, Clover laughed in delight and skinned out of her filmy dress again. This day had turned out better than she'd had any reason to expect.
"Were you really screwing outside under the bedroom window?" asked Rebecca, her blue eyes wide. "Really and truly?"
"Sure, doll," said Eddie to his wife. "We were spying on you and your stud and we got hot to trot. So, hell, sure, we were fucking our brains out."
Clover watched what was going down. It was Eddie.
He went down on Rebecca, his tongue flashing out. Clover wasn't going to simply sit there. She had to be a part of this action. Her cunt was almost painfully empty now. And she wanted hard, fucking cock inside her again.
"Join us, Michael darling," she called to her husband as she slid to the floor.
"Nope, I'll sit this one out. I'm dead," he said, looking at his prick dangling weakly between his legs. "Besides, watching is going to be something really different for me. This is just like being the director of a porno movie!"
"So direct us, Michael," called out Eddie. "I've almost got my hands full as it is!"
"Okay, gang," said Michael. "You, Clover, curl up spoon-fashion and get your leg over his. He can get into your sweet little cunt from behind that way. And you, Becky, your lips are just too lovely for words. Lick his balls. And I bet Clover'd love to have them all over her pussy lips, too, right?"
"Oh, yes!"
The blonde seemed to thrill to the idea of licking Eddie's prick as it fucked in and out of Clover's pussy.
A flurry of activity occurred and they were all in position. Becky knelt by the side of the sofa so she could lean forward. Eddie sprawled on his back, Clover twining around his body so he could enter her easily from underneath. Both crotches were exposed to the blonde's licking tongue.
Clover felt the surge of prick as it entered her juicy cunt. No foreplay, no build-up this time. They were all too turned-on for that to be necessary. They were all exploring new and wonderously sinful territory in group sex now to need prolonged fondling and kissing.
She was already damp in the cunt. And when she felt the other girl's tongue working avidly against her pussy lips, she got really wet in a hurry.
She was caught between two of the sexiest events. A hard, thick cock was slowly, carefully, methodically fucking her from behind. And another girl's tongue was swirling around and lapping up all the cunt juices oozing from her twat.
The sensations rocketing into the raven-haired woman's body were too intense for her. She came hard.
The shrieks of joy filled the entire living room, echoed down the hall and then died away.
Eddie panted hard from the exertion of his deliberate fucking. The wet tongue applied by his blonde wife all over his balls robbed him of his control faster than he would have thought possible. Sure, the tight pussy was nice, but together with a woman's tongue working on his balls, he was going to come too fast.
Eddie managed to croak out, "For Christ's sake, Clover, try not to make so damned much noise. You'll have all the other neighbors here in a hurry!"
"Good," said Michael, his hand slowly working on a half-erect prick. "I want lots of action for this, my very first porn movie. Go on. Action, dammit, show me some action!" His hand worked faster on his stiffening cock.
"Shush, both of you," said Rebecca. "I'm just getting to enjoy this."
"I can't believe you two," moaned out Eddie. "So let's get on with it, you greedy, sex-starved bitches!"
"A good title for this epic," said Michael, his hand flashing up and down his now fully erect boner. "Sex-Starved Bitches from the Suburbs. Go, Clover, go, Rebecca!"
Clover enjoyed the change in her husband's attitude almost as much as she enjoyed being caught in the center.
She relaxed, leaning back against her neighbor's rock-hard body. She couldn't think of a better way to screw. He was reaching around her body and playing with her ample jugs. Somehow, he contrived to get both hands on her knockers. Squeezing down hard, he manhandled her tits expertly.
His fingers closed hard on her nipples. He pulled down and managed to flatten her boobs. The flesh seemed to flow under his hands. He tried to rearrange the shape of those satiny smooth cones of titflesh. The flesh oozed between his fingers and left him with the tiny nubbin of nipple. He couldn't reshape those tits. There was no use trying, even if it was so much fun!
Eddie was finally getting into the rhythm of fucking Clover. His cock couldn't penetrate her very deeply in this position, but it didn't matter. The head of his prick was fully inside her and that was all that mattered. He felt her ass pressing back into his crotch.
The smooth flow of her cushiony buttocks alone was enough to make him come.
As the raven-haired woman stretched and lifted her slender leg over his left one, she left herself wide open. He could easily penetrate her, fuck her with rhythmic strokes. No real power, but the way those pussy lips worked on his cock, it hardly seemed to matter.
In addition, Eddie had his wife's mouth all over his balls. His nuts had been hanging in a loosely-skinned pouch before her tongue found them. Now he was tightening up. He even felt her rough, pink tongue pressing firmly against the balls trapped in their hairy little sac.
Rebecca was an expert with her tongue. The blonde woman knew just how far to go, how much stimulation to give him before moving on. Her tongue followed his cock all around its base, played with his balls, then stroked along his entire length as he rocked in and out of the beautiful girl's cunt. As the rough, wet tongue pressed into his prick, he felt the added pressure from the pussy lips.
"Good stuff. It's a wrap! Print it!" cried Michael from across the room. He was panting loudly, his hand a blur as he worked himself to a fever pitch. None of the others even noticed him.
If her husband was getting off on watching, Clover was really strung out sexually being an active participant. She'd already gotten off once. It had been quick, fast, short-lived. But she hadn't realized how truly exciting it was having another woman's mouth on her cunt.
The cock surging in and out of her pussy failed to scratch the deeply buried sex itch she felt. She had to get relief from other sources. His hands on her tits sent lightning bolts of sheer delight into her chest. And when he played with her nipples, it was enough to shove the beautiful girl up the pinnacle toward climax.
But the most potent thing-beside the cock fucking into her pussy-was the other girl's probing tongue. She wasn't content to simply lick and stroke along the cock. The blonde worked back and forth along her pussy until it glistened with her saliva.
Not a single drop of cunt juice escaped her avid tongue. But the area wasn't wanting for lubrication, not as long as she left a heavy streak of spit behind.
When the blonde reached the front vee of the pussy lips, Clover's body was seized in the ice and iron grip of orgasm. The raven-haired woman felt her clit being expertly tongued.
Starting at the base of the erectile tissue, the blonde woman spiraled up until she reached the pointy tip. There, she sucked in the end and tormented it with her tongue. She lightly flicked it back and forth.
Carnal electricity volted along the beautiful girl's spine and exploded like lightning in her brain. The come was super. A cock reaming her cunt, another woman's tongue hungrily working on her clit. What more could she ask for?
Even Rebecca wasn't feeling neglected. She'd have loved to have that lovely, long, thick prick ramming in and out of her own needy cunt. But this was almost as much fun. Her mouth clamped down on the roundness of the cock and she sucked and licked along its entire cunt-juice-drenched length. Where it entered the other woman's pussy was a spot of feverish activity.
Not only were the pussy lips folding in and out as the cock fucked the raven-haired woman, an avid tongue was added to the game. She sucked up all the cunt oils oozing forth from the well-fucked interior. That was enough to spur the blonde woman on.
Her tongue parted the cuntlips the entire length of the sex slit, not merely in the vicinity of the cunt hole. She found the clit and worked it over with her tongue. She brought Clover off. That made her feel good. But Becky was greedy, too. She wanted more, to give more to both the others.
Working her mouth around the cock, she hastily licked at the man's balls again. It excited her the way the jism locked up inside was boiling. She'd found a fleshy pressure cooker about ready to explode. Working fast before he came, the blonde dived in back of his cock and found the raven-haired woman's asshole.
She wormed her tongue into the steamy shitter. The ultra-tight muscle refused to give entry at first. A little licking across the asshole, some coaxing with deft strokes of her tongue and then Rebecca was inside Clover's rear passage.
She felt the man's cock driving into Clover's cunt through the thin inner walls of the black-haired woman's guts. She began working her tongue in and out of Clover's asshole as fast as possible.
"Fucking A!" cried Michael. "This is more like it. I never thought I'd get off watching my own wife balled and eaten out at the same time. But, hell, I am!"
The others still ignored Michael. They were too wrapped up in their own sexual paradise to notice outsiders.
Clover was well-fucked by a cock up her pussy and now she felt weak and watery inside when Becky's tongue fucked up her asshole. Clover was being driven insane by her body's insane desires.
She came. Again. And again.
She felt like a machine gun going off. No matter where these two touched her, she came. Tits, her clit, her asshole, her pussy, all were fair game for them.
The beautiful girl felt her body slowly draining emotionally. She was taking all the sex she could get. And that was something Clover had never believed possible before.
Then she heard Eddie's voice in her ear. "I'm slipping. Can't hang on much longer. That damned, virgin-tight cunt of yours is making me feel like I've fucked into a milking machine."
She struggled to get up. Hands clamped firmly on her tits preventing her movement. A hard thrust of Eddie's hips sent his cock sailing farther up her cunt than ever before. And an eager tongue all over her snatch made sure she was too weak to protest.
"More," cried Michael. "This is great. Fucking great! Fuck her! Faster! Harder! Really make that dark-haired slut's cunt burn with your cock, Eddie, old buddy!"
Eddie didn't need any urging. His prick was getting a real workout. He was trying to bury his cock all the way up Clover's pussy. He wasn't in any position to get enough leverage to sink much deeper than halfway. But one bonus he hadn't counted on was Rebecca's tongue crammed all the way up into Clover's asshole.
He actually felt her tongue through Clover's delicate inner cunt walls. Every time he fucked into her pussy, he felt not only Clover's clinging hot pussy walls but a rough tongue firmly pressing against the top side of his prick.
When Eddie pulled out, it was especially great. Clover's tight cunt trapped the very rim of his prick and stimulated him to the point of explosion.
He couldn't hold back his jizz when his wife started tonguing his balls again. The boiler ruptured and he gushed out his come into Clover's yearning cunt.
All the while Eddie, was pumping fiercely into Clover's cunt, Becky was lapping up the cunt juices leaking out.
When he was exhausted, depleted, milked dry, he felt Rebecca's rough tongue laving away the last traces of his own cum and the raven-haired woman's cunt juices. To be given a cat bath by such a sexy blonde threatened to make him iron-hard again. But he just couldn't summon up the strength. His come had been too powerful, his fucking too good. All he could do was enjoy the sensations filtering into his crotch.
But the blonde wasn't satisfied with just cleaning off his cock and balls. She immediately went for the beautiful girl's cunt. Her lips pursed firmly against Clover's cuntlips, Becky sucked hard. Like a vacuum cleaner, she pulled out all the jism Eddie'd just planted in the tiny cunt.
Her tongue stabbed out and into the still-convulsing pussy. Swirling around like a hurricane, she cleaned off the walls, found the lingering beads of jism and swallowed all of them with gusto.
Then Rebecca started working down the insides of Clover's thigh. The blonde seemed insatiable. She wanted to eat out a temptingly presented pussy!
"Stop, oh, nice," sobbed Clover, "but stop! I can't go on. Not yet. Not for a few minutes. Let me rest, dammit, get that tongue out of my pussy and let me rest!"
"Ho-ho," laughed Michael. "I never thought I'd hear my loving wife say those words. But she has. You two are witnesses."
They all collapsed in a heap on the floor, Michael joining the sweaty, panting trio. Becky reached over and fondled his hard cock, muttering, "I want some of that action again. You're the only one who's not a spoilsport around here, Michael."
He laughed. And then Clover joined in. Within seconds all of them were clutching at one another, laughing and just enjoying the feeling of being a group.
Clover hadn't had any idea that this would come about when she'd first seduced Eddie. But it had. And she was happy. She'd gotten-almost-all the cock she wanted. And an added bonus was the avid sucking mouth of a woman she'd thought staid and even boring.
She'd been boring, all right, but it was with her tongue and the boring had been all the way up into a frothy, seething hot cunt!
"What now?" asked Clover, knowing the answer as she looked from one contented, excited face to another.