Chapter 2
The Henry's had an elegant dinner at a romantic little restaurant; Eva had lobster and Martin had steak. They usually didn't drink much in the middle of the week, but tonight they had martinis before and champagne after. They went for a drive afterwards to let dinner settle and then went to a bar that had live music during the week; not many did. They both loved to dance and had been to the bar before.
It was a swinging joint and unusually crowded for a Wednesday. They had to sit at the bar. Undaunted, they toasted their undying love and danced cheek to cheek. Eva ordered a whisky sour when they returned to the bar.
"That's just fruit juice, hon, you'll never get drunk on that stuff," Martin said.
"I don't want to get drunk, not tonight," Eva answered.
"I love the way you pout when I say something you don't like."
"I'm not pouting."
"Yes, you are," Martin said. He wondered what her puckered lips would look like with a cock between them-maybe Teddy's while he fucked Betty. "You look so damn sexy when you do that," he said.
"I like to look sexy ... for you," Eva said, puckering her lips. "I really wanted you before we left the house." She remembered that her mother had always told her that lustful thoughts were wicked and ugly, but she was having them now. Her pussy tingled.
"Goddamn, Eva, maybe we should go home right now. I'm getting a hard-on just looking at you."
Eva was wearing a red party dress that was cut above her knees and low on her tits. The high swell of her tits was revealed. She saw his eyes dart down the front of her red party dress. "I developed early and was always a little embarrassed that my tits were larger than most of my friends'. They always stood up, too, kind of like twin peaks." She giggled and downed her drink.
"I'm glad," Martin said.
"So am I ... now. I like it when I turn you on."
"You must like it now, baby, 'cause you're sure as hell turning me on," Martin said.
Eva was turning someone else on, too-Harry and Maggie Magee were sitting in a booth close to the bar watching the happy couple. They had seen them there before and Harry always drooled at the sight of Mrs. Henry.
"Jesus, Mag, look at the way she works her lips at him. And goddamn, she just thrusts out those sweet jugs for him to feel. If she doesn't stop I'm gonna come in my pants," Harry said.
"That's the only place you'll come, sweets. Look at the way she looks at him. She's only got eyes for him. You might as well forget it."
"Maggie, my love, you continually underestimate old Harry's charm. I think that this is the night for me to make my play."
He slid out of the booth and walked over to where Martin and Eva were sitting. He tapped Martin lightly on the shoulder and said, "I noticed you kids over here by yourselves, and thought it would be a lot more comfortable for you if you joined us. We have a booth right over there and I know how sitting at the bar can get to be a real pain. We come here all the time and have seen you kids before."
Martin turned on his seat and looked at Harry Magee. He was a medium-sized guy, fairly good-looking. His hair was already thinning on top making him look older than his thirty-five years. He had a thick, black moustache. Martin curled his lip into a smirk, ready to turn this nervy little bastard off.
"We have lots of room," Harry said. "Just me and the little wife." He turned and jerked his thumb at their booth.
Maggie Magee saw Martin look at her and smiled, giving a little wave with her hand. Maggie Magee was a very buxom young woman with huge, fat tits. Her face was round and chubby, framed with black, short hair. Her lips were full, a deep red, and she had a big dimple in each cheek. Martin could see she was extremely full-bodied-her white sweater at least two sizes too small; her protruding nipples proof that she wore no bra. She had both legs pulled up under her and her skirt was at the middle of her fat thighs.
"Well...." Martin said, "it sure as hell is uncomfortable at the bar." He turned back to Eva. "What do you think, hon?"
"Martin, it's our night," Eva said, "just ours."
"Mag and I will go and dance so we don't intrude. I just hate to see you kids stuck here at the bar." He stuck out his hand. "I'm Harry Magee," he said.
Martin shook his hand. "I'm Martin, and this is Eva."
"Hi, Eva," Harry said.
Eva turned and forced a smile, but she was pouting for real now, not putting on.
"Let's go over and join these nice people, Eva," Harry said. "They'll be dancing and so will we. We aren't going to stay much longer, anyway."
Eva looked shocked and bewildered when Martin pulled her off the bar stool. "It's our anniversary, Martin," she whimpered.
"We'll just have a drink with them and then buzz off," he whispered, pulling her across the floor. "That dress is perfect on you, honey. God, you really look sexy."
"I don't feel sexy, not anymore," she said, but felt better thinking they wouldn't stay long. "Gee, his wife is fat," she whispered.
"This is Maggie," Harry said when they got to the booth. "Mag, this is Martin and Eva."
"Hi, Martin and Eva," Maggie said. She slid her legs out, pushing her skirt even higher. She scooted over, letting her big tits slide along the tabletop. The nipple area showing faintly through her sweater. "There, that makes more room. Slide in here beside me and Harry'll order another round."
Eva saw Martin's eyes bulge out, saw how quickly he slid in beside her. "I still have most of this one," she said sullenly.
Maggie moved her hip just enough to make sure that Martin made contact with her. "This little skirt won't stay down," she giggled, reaching under the table to give it a tug, making sure her hand slid lightly over Martin's leg. She nipped at her lower lip with her teeth, pretending it was an accident, and smiled. When Maggie Magee smiled, her dimples sunk in.
I'd like to stick the tip of my cock in that dimple, Martin thought. She is kind of chubby, but, goddamn, is she ever a sexy fox.
Martin, Maggie, and Harry talked and drank. Eva sulked. She had three full drinks sitting in front of her when Maggie gave Martin a lewd look, put her hand flat on his thigh just inches from his hard cock, and said, "Will you dance with me, Martin? Harry seems glued to his seat."
Martin looked quickly at Eva, who stared icily straight ahead. His prick lurched when he felt Maggie's little finger glide over the head of his cock. "I ... I think I better dance with Eva first," he stammered.
"Go ahead, dance with the ... her," Eva spat out. "I don't want to dance."
Jesus, she is really pissed, Martin thought. I'm really gonna catch it when we get home, but it's too late now and I'm sure not gonna pass this up. "Sure, Maggie, I came to dance," he said.
Harry got up and let them out. Martin moved into the crowd on the floor without looking back at his wife. "I'm really in the doghouse now. Eva is really upset."
"Yes, I noticed," Maggie said, moving into his arms. "I knew it would make her mad, but I wanted to dance with you."
"I wanted to dance with you, too."
The music was slow for a change, perfect for lovers, or loving.
"She's really pissed off, but she'll get over it," Maggie giggled. "I love dancing with big guys."
Martin grinned. He was over six-feet-tall. And he had a big cock, too.
"I like this slow dancing. Hold me tighter, Martin, I want to feel you against me."
Martin pulled her close. Her big, soft tits flattened against his chest. With such big ones, he wondered how she could stand to go braless. She was a big woman all over, bigger than her husband. The smell of her perfume added fuel to his already giddy lust. He had poured down two doubles in quick succession just before they got up to dance, and all his inhibitions had taken wings.
Maggie snuggled close and purred, "Your wife is sure a good-looking young gal."
"Yeah, she's a fox, a real knockout," Martin said.
"Harry noticed that right off. He has an eye for pretty girls."
"He has a good eye."
"That's why he asked you kids over. A choice cunt is what he called her."
Martin stiffened and Maggie realized immediately that she shouldn't have told him that. She could sense his jealousy and decided to step up her pace. She opened her legs wide so his knee would slip in between them. Then she closed her thighs warmly against his leg.
"How old is she?" Maggie asked, lifting her face up to his, her half-open mouth almost touching his lips.
"Twenty-three," Martin gulped.
"So young," Maggie purred.
Then their lips were touching and Maggie's tongue scooted neatly into his mouth. They danced slowly, their lips clinging together, Maggie's tongue sliding in and out. She hugged his thigh between hers, riding hard against him with her cunt.
"It's our second wedding anniversary," he blurted after the kiss.
"Are you having a good time on your second wedding anniversary?" she cooed.
"God, yes," he said, "I am now."
She had both arms around his neck, her voluptuous body pressed against his. His hands slid down her back onto her ass, his fingertips moving into the deep cleft between her cheeks. My God, he thought, she must be stark naked under her dress.
"I really dig you, Martin," she said, feeling the thick head of his cock against her thigh. "I know you kids have only been married a couple of years, but do you swing yet? You know, swap?"
"I've never given it any thought," Martin lied coolly. "And besides, Eva is the one-man type."
"I suspected as much, Martin, but would you like to?"
"With you ... yes," he said. He had her skirt pushed deep in the crack of her ass while she rode hard against his cock.
"I'm sure we can arrange it, honey," she said.
"Eva would never go along, Maggie."
"Harry has some stuff that he could put in her drink that would make her a whole lot more agreeable."
"It would never work, Maggie. She was brought up pretty strict on stuff like that. She was an honest-to-goodness virgin when we got married," he said, feeling guilty that he could even consider doping her. "Besides, how would he get her to drink it? Or haven't you noticed that she hasn't touched her drinks? She is one mad chick; I think she's still on her first drink."
"Harry is good at getting girls to take a drink. For one thing, he could offer a toast to your anniversary; she couldn't turn that down." Maggie dropped one arm from around his neck and squeezed it down between their bodies. She gripped his pecker tightly through his pants. "Jesus, Martin, you really have a nice one. God, you've just got to fuck me."
"How will it affect her?"
"Kind of like booze, make her feel drunk and good, lower the hell out of her inhibitions."
Martin didn't want Harry Magee fooling around with his wife, but he had to have Maggie. His cock was raging to get into this fat, sexy broad. "Would it make her want to drink more, maybe make her so drunk she ... you know, might not be too good?"
Maggie could see his thinking immediately; the Magees had broken in several inexperienced, jealous couples. "Oh, yeah, it could knock her right out. Then poor old Harry would get cheated and you and I would have all the fun," she cooed.
"Let's give it to her," Martin said.
"You wait here and I'll go back and say you went to the restroom. After I give Harry the sign and tell him it's your anniversary. I'll excuse myself for the ladies room. I'll come back and we can dance while Harry gets the stuff in her belly."
Martin watched her go with misgivings. He felt guilty now that she wasn't rubbing his cock any longer. He wondered how he could be such a bastard and went to the bar and ordered a shot. Tossing it down, he ordered another.
When Maggie got close to the booth, she saw that good ole Harry hadn't waited for the high sign. Eva's glasses were all empty and he had his arm around her, gently cupping one of her superb titties. Eva was giggling and leaning against him. Maggie smirked and went back to the dance floor.
Harry had deftly poured a whole vial of his knockout drops into her drink and said, "Why so quiet, Eva?"
"It's our anniversary and I want my husband," she sniffled.
"Your anniversary? My gosh, why didn't someone say so? I don't blame you for one minute for being angry. If I had known, I never would have intruded. It was insensitive of me. How long have you been married?"
"Just two years," Eva said, thinking he really wasn't such a bad guy after all.
"That is just wonderful," Harry said, and picked up the drugged drink and handed it to her. "Here, let's drink a toast to your anniversary and then I'll go and get your husband. I'll dance with Maggie and you kids can have the booth to yourselves."
Eva brightened and took the drink. He really was rather nice.
"To you and Martin, and may you have many more," he said, clinking his glass against hers. "Down the hatch, Eva, and drink it all for good luck."
Eva gamely poured the whole drink down, made a sour face, and dropped the glass onto the table. "That tasted kind of funny," she said.
"It's probably been sitting too long. Let me order you a fresh one."
"Oh, no," she cried, feeling fine, even feeling the drink a little. "That would be wasteful; I still have two more right here in front of me."
Harry grinned. He had given her a pretty heavy dose, but it couldn't be working already. "Well, let's have another toast, then, and get rid of one of those stale drinks."
They clinked glasses again and she drained hers quickly. It made sense when he said they might as well get rid of the last one, too-and down the hatch it went.
"You deserve at least one good drink, Eva. Let me order us one more for luck," Harry said.
"Well ... okay, but just one more." She felt a little fuzzy already and rather enjoyed it.
"Another whiskey sour?" he asked, signaling the waitress.
"No, I feel like living dangerously. Make it bourbon on the rocks ... a double." She looked at Harry and smiled. He really was a nice man, and rather good-looking, maybe even a little sexy. A giddy, happy, excited feeling flashed through her body. It was the same feeling she got when Martin got her a little drunk and all sexed up, like when she was really in the mood for some serious fucking. She didn't understand it, but her cunt tingled hotly between her thighs, beginning to gush hot pussy-juice.
Harry slid closer and put his arm around her shoulder. She looked down at his hand creeping under her arm with misgivings, watched wide-eyed as his big hand cupped her tit. She wanted to tell him to stop; well, maybe she didn't, but she thought she should. Instead, she giggled and put her head on his shoulder.
"We really should go and find Martin," she said.
"Let's have our drink first," suggested Harry.
"Okay. I guess Martin can wait another minute. He's kept me waiting long enough," Eva said.
"He sure has. That was a pretty rotten trick he pulled on you."
"It sure was," Eva agreed. Harry was gently stroking the underside of her tit and her nipple felt hard and excited in her bra.
"I think he just wanted to get my wife alone. She's pretty wild, you know, and a man can tell. "
"Would he do that?"
"Yes, I think he would."
"The dirty bas...."
Harry tilted her face up and kissed her then, his tongue gliding into her half-open mouth. Eva knew she should stop him, but she didn't want to, not quite yet, anyway. She shivered with excitement and moved against him, her hand coming up to his neck to pull his face harder against her. The sucking urge grew strong and she drew hungrily on his tongue. His hand was boldly fondling her tit now and he could feel the hard nipple through her thin bra.
"Oh, Harry, that feels nice. You're ... you're exciting me," she murmured. "Kiss me again, Harry ... with your tongue."
Harry dropped his other hand to her knee and kissed her again. Eva made no move to remove his hand and kissed back, her tongue sliding out to meet his.
Eva had never desired anyone but Martin before, but she was desiring Harry now. She couldn't understand or explain how she felt; she had thought of resisting, knowing she should, but had quickly decided that it would be stupid to resist when it felt so good to let him have his way-because she knew that she wanted him to keep kissing her, keep feeling her tit, even wanted him to keep playing with her legs.
Harry had his hand halfway above her knee feeling between her luscious thighs and they were still kissing when the bar girl brought their drinks.
"Goddamn people don't give a fuck where they make out anymore," the bar girl said, putting their drinks on the table. As if in reply, Eva sighed, "Mmmmmmm, Harry ... darling," and let her legs fall open for his moving hand.
Harry's hand crept upwards, playing lightly against the soft, sensitive flesh between her thighs. And then he was there, his hand softly feeling the lips of her cunt through the crotch of her pantyhose.
"Oh, Harry, I'm so turned on, so ... so hot," Eva gasped, losing herself in the exquisite feeling his fingers were giving to her pussy. She felt the wetness in her hair, her juices flowing like they had never flowed before.
Harry felt the juice through her pantyhose and tried to push the crotch up between her crack, but they were too tight. He put his mouth close to her ear and whispered, "I can't really make you feel good because of these fuckin' pantyhose."
"I wish I hadn't worn them," she said.
"I wish you hadn't, too," Harry said. "Let's see if we can get them off."
Eva finally blushed. "Oh, God, Harry, not here. Someone will see us."
"No one's looking at us, Eva. Besides, it's all under the table and they can't see."
"Goddamn, honey, I don't know." She saw her drink on the table for the first time and picked it up. "I'll raise up a little and you can try and push them down. Push the fuckin' things down, Harry," she said, using a word she had always abhorred. She braced her back against the seat and raised up, putting her glass to her lips.
She drank deeply from the glass, feeling the pantyhose slip down under her ass, and then giggled into the amber liquor. He had them under her ass, tugging with both hands. It wasn't easy, and obvious to anyone who might look in spite of what he had said, but he finally got them down to her knees.
She let herself back to the seat. "Ooooo, shit, that's cold, and now I can't get my legs apart," she said.
"Reach down and take the goddamn things off," Harry said.
She put her glass on the table and pushed them down her legs. Slipping off her shoes, she bent low, her chin almost on the table, and took them off slowly. "The fucking things are off, Harry, and my legs are open again," she said, taking his hand and placing it on her bare thigh. "Kiss me some more, play with me," she sighed, leaning into him.
He pressed his mouth over hers and slid his fingers into her gooey slit, slowly rubbing back and forth across her blood-engorged clit. The tip of one finger slowly entered her cunt.
"Oh, shit, that feels heavenly. Push it in a little deeper, honey, please ... yeah, yeah, oh, goddamn, yes, oh, honey!"
"I have something for you, too, baby," Harry said, taking her hand and resting it on his open fly. "Reach inside, honey, feel what I've got for you."
The knockout drops had worked and she was beyond any control now. Her hand slipped into his pants, found the opening in his shorts, and circled his cock.
"Oh, Jesus, goddamn, Harry," she moaned. Eva had thought all cocks were the same size as Martin's, but there was no comparison to the one she now held. It felt like a ball bat in her hand.
Eva Henry had never been unfaithful to her husband before, even in her thoughts, yet infidelity didn't seem wrong now-it seemed like the only way. She had to have this man, this glorious, huge-cocked man. She drew his cock out, felt the bulbous, rubbery head, the skin halfway down, pushed the foreskin slowly off the head, felt the thick ridge, the deep cleft under it, rolled the skin back up, felt the thick veins throb against her palm. She squirmed, delicious thrills racing through her body, and realized that Harry had two fingers all the way in her cunt.
"Are you thinking of Martin?" Harry quipped.
"Old Martin can go fuck himself, Harry, darling. I want you. I never wanted a man so much in my whole life. Never." She leaned to his ear, her hand sliding up and down on his massive cock. "I want you to fuck me, Harry," she whispered.
"I plan to, Eva. I planned to the minute I saw you walk and sit at the bar. And it won't bother you if Martin fucks Maggie?"
"He can fuek anyone he wants," she said.
Harry grinned, probing steadily in and out of her cunt with his fingers. He liked the way her pussy gripped at his fingers and the way it lubed up so wetly. The potion had really come through this time. It always worked, but usually not as quickly or thoroughly as it had tonight. Of course, he had given her a heavier dose than he usually did, but he had felt it necessary because she seemed such a stubborn case. Evidently he had been wrong and bet she was a lot hotter than her husband suspected. He hoped he could keep up with her.
He had tried the potion himself at first, but quickly gave it up as a bad scene. There were too many complications for a man. It was too stimulating, keeping a guy hard and wanting to fuck long after he was fucked out. It always ended with a raw, sore cock and fatigue, far too debilitating to be worth it. Women seemed to handle it better, though he was sure many had sore pussys the next day, and prolonged use left them horny for days, even weeks. It also left a shitty taste in the mouth the next day and usually a bad hangover, but it was a great high and made fucking the sole desire.
Then, Maggie came up behind Martin standing at the bar and slid her hand between his legs, uncaring that anyone looking would see. She gripped his cock tightly through his pants. "You're soft," she said. "I like you better hard."
Martin turned and asked, "How did it go?"
"Like clockwork, honey, like clockwork. Let's dance so I can get you hard again. When you put it in me, I want it good and hard." She could feel his cock start to grow.
They stepped onto the dance floor and moved into each other's arms, Maggie quickly putting her hand at his crotch again.
"I'm naked under this dress," she said.
"I could tell that," Martin said., His hand slid down over her butt, his fingers pressing the thin dress into the deep crack.
"God, you've got a big one, Martin. I want to feel it inside my cunt so much," she said, knowing it really wasn't that big, but excited at the thought of a new cock. A new cock always thrilled her regardless of its size.
"If your husband's love juice works, you will, baby," Martin boasted, feeling like the greatest stud in the world. "I'm going to ram it so far up your cunt you'll be able to taste it."
"I love that kind of talk, Marty, and Harry's love juice always works," she said, deftly pulling down his zipper. Her hand moved into his shorts.
They danced two sets, Martin running his finger back and forth through the crack of her ass, stretching now and again to get all the way between her legs, and Maggie slowly, expertly pulling on his cock inside his pants. When the music stopped, she stepped back and brazenly zipped up his fly.
"Let's go and see how Harry is making out," she said.
Even though Martin was pretty drunk and hot for Maggie, he filled with jealousy when they approached the booth because Harry Magee was making out just fine-he was cuddled in the corner with Eva and they were necking like crazy. He didn't like the idea of another man messing around with his wife and the muscles tightened visibly in his neck. Fortunately, he couldn't see Eva's hand wrapped tightly around Harry's huge cock, or Harry's fingers deep in her cunt. Maggie slid into the booth first so Martin couldn't sit beside Eva.
Harry and Eva broke their embrace and Eva blushed a little when she looked at Martin. "Hi, honey," she said. "Harry and I were just getting to know each other a little better."
"Yeah, so I noticed," Martin said.
"I have to go and pee, and then I promised to dance with Harry. You don't mind, do you?"
"Uh, no ... go ahead, dance with him," Martin mumbled. His eyes went wide, positive that Harry was zipping up his pants under the table. It couldn't be, not with Eva.
Eva slid out and came around to where Martin was sitting and gave him a quick little peck on the cheek, and then with a drunken giggle took Harry by the hand. "Show me where the little girls room is, honey," she said.
Martin sat dumbfounded, confused and angry. In all the years he had known Eva, she had never shown any inclination for this kind of behavior. "Son of a bitch, I don't belive it," he said.
"Now don't go acting the jealous husband on me," Maggie said.
"How does he do it," Martin gasped. "I've never seen Eva act like that before."
"I told you, honey, he slips this love potion to her and when she drinks it he starts making romantic moves on her. He's more attractive to girls than you think, and with the aid of that stuff he can really make out. If she's afraid her husband might come back and catch them, he tells her that I have him in a corner necking. If that isn't enough, he adds that I never wear panties and I love to have a guy play with my cunt in a public place." She took Martin's hand and pushed it up under her skirt. "Like this," she said. Her cunt was thick with soft hair and it was overly moist. "Finger-fuck me, Martin, get me ready for your nice big cock."
When Martin didn't react the way she wanted, she diverted his attention and put a silvery drop of liquid from a tiny vial in his drink. She had to get him good an turned on and cool his jealousy since he wasn't quite the swinger he had professed to be.
When Harry and Eva returned, Martin and Maggie were wrapped in an embrace, their hands busy under the table.
"If you're through kissing my wife, Martin, I think Eva wants to dance with you," Harry said.
Martin blushed as he stuffed his cock back into his pants ands zipped up. He didn't know what had come over him. Jesus, he wanted to fuck her right there in the booth!
Eva slipped into Martin's arms, sliding her body back and forth against his. "That Harry sure is smooth, and so damn horny. He wouldn't keep his hands off me."
"And of course you tried to stop him," Martin said.
Eva faked a little slap at his cheek. "Of course, silly," she said, giggling, leaning into him. She pressed her cunt against the bulge in his pants. "Damn, Martin, you have a hard-on. Is it for me or ... or for that Maggie person?"
Martin was astounded. He had never seen her like this. He decided he would take her home now and fuck her. Still, he didn't want to pass up a crack at Maggie. "Let's go out in the car and fuck," he said.
"Okay, let's," Eva answered.
When they returned to the booth to take their leave, Harry stood up and grabbed Eva by the hand. "Let's go over to our apartment, kids, this place is too damn noisy. We can have a few drinks and dance there."
"That sounds wonderful," Eva said, slipping her arm around Harry's waist.
For an instant, Martin wanted to grab her by the hair and drag her out of there, but it didn't work out that way-he found himself with Maggie walking behind Harry and Eva. Harry had his arm around her and she was giggling ... when she wasn't leaning up to kiss at his neck and ear. It was the same in the car, Martin and Maggie in the back, Harry and Eva in the front. Eva slid right over to Harry and tilted up her face for a kiss. She got it, a long drawn-out one.
Maggie put her arms around Martin's neck and whispered, "I think little Eva has been putting you on."
"Huh?" Martin answered dumbly, watching his wife neck up a storm with a man she had just met.
"Harry told me that exactly four minutes after she drank the stuff-he always times the responses-he had his hand inside her pantyhose. That's a record, Martin, he never got his hand on a girl's pussy that quick before. And in a very short time more, she took off her pantyhose and had her hand inside Harry's pants. She has got to be a pretty hot little piece of ass to come around that quick with a total stranger."
Martin sat like a stone. Eva had never voluntarily reached into his pants, and they had been married two years. And if he'd tried to feel her up in public ... hell, she'd have killed him. He felt Maggie's hand inside his pants and realized he was so hard his cock felt like it was going to explode.
Maggie hauled out his cock, cupped her palm around the head, and slowly rubbed. "Does that feel good, Martin?" she asked. He nodded dumbly.
As Harry eased the car into the street, Eva turned her head and looked at the two in the back. Her eyes fell to Martin's lap where Maggie was slowly pulling on his prick.
"Do you like to have your cock sucked?" Maggie said loudly.
"God, yes," he gasped, staring directly into his wife's eyes.
Maggie leaned over and blew her hot breath onto his cock. "Does Eva ever suck it for you?"
"No, well, not very much," he gasped.
"Do you want Maggie to suck it?"
"Christ yes, Maggie suck it."
"I don't want you coming, yet, Martin, so don't get too excited. I want you coming in my pussy," she said, and her mouth spiraled down over the head of his cock.
Eva rested her chin on the back of the seat and watched Maggie suck her husband's cock. Hell, she thought, if Maggie can do it, so can I, and she turned in the seat and groped at Harry's fly. She got his cock out and bent over. It was hard to get her head under the wheel, so Harry slid out a little. His cock was all wet and slippery on the end, but she kissed it anyway, kissed it with her thick wet lips.
"Kiss it good, Eva," Harry said. Eva kissed it again, then pushed the foreskin down with her hand and took the knob in her mouth. It was so big it stretched her lips and filled her mouth.
"That's fine, Eva, just hold the head in there and suck. Yeah, and pump at the shaft with your hand. Yeah, like that."
Martin had his eyes closed and didn't see Eva drop from sight, but he heard Harry's shrill voice and his eyes popped open. He couldn't see his wife, but he could hear Harry Magee moaning.
"Christ, yes, Eva, suck it. Damn that feels good. Your little mouth is so wet and soft. Keep going, baby, you really know how to suck," Harry cried.
She's sucking the son-of-a-bitch's cock, Martin thought, and felt himself coming in Maggie's mouth. It made him tingle and jerk as spurt after spurt of thick cum squirted from the end of his cock. It was a good come, the best he could remember in a long time. "Keep sucking," he grunted, each spurt giving him an intense feeling.
Maggie almost gagged at his unexpected climax, but continued sucking, swallowing each gob until she had him drained. She raised her head and chided, "You almost drowned me, you bastard; you weren't supposed to come off yet."
"When I realized Eva was sucking your husband's cock, I couldn't stop" Martin confessed.
"Aw, shit, you're going soft," Maggie moaned, flipping his limp pecker back and forth with her finger.
"Yeah, I can see that," Martin said. "But I don't feel like I usually do after I come. I don't think it would take much to get me interested again."
"Do you want me to give you something that will keep you hot ... and get you hard again?"
"Fuck, yes, keep me horny," Martin said, visions of Harry's cock in his wife's mouth flashing in his head. "She would never do that to me, not really suck it, said it was dirty, would make her sick. And now she's doing it to him, and he says she really knows how. The lying little slut." He was blubbering, almost crying.
Maggie took a little capsule from her purse and pushed it into his mouth. It was the same stuff Eva had had. "Swallow it, don't bite it, it's bitter if you do." Martin swallowed. "That's a good boy. Now get hard for me again." Maggie grabbed his cock and started pulling roughly. "Get hard, you fucking little bastard. I need you hard so you'll come in my pussy," she screamed.
Eva heard the conversation and smiled. She knew what Martin was like once he shot his load. She bet that Harry wouldn't be that way. The salty pre-cum had stopped leaking from his cock and she sensed that he was getting close. It surprised her how much she was enjoying sucking him. She raised up enough to get the thick head from her mouth.
"You're close, I can tell. Do you want me to go ahead? I'll let you come in my mouth," she said.
"No. We're almost home. Sit up and let my cock cool off. I want to fuck you the first time."
Eva sat up. "God, Harry, I want to fuck so bad."
"Yes, I know," Harry said, and pulled into the garage under his apartment building. "Three flights up in the elevator and we're there."
In the elevator, Harry and Eva stood kissing, her hand inside his fly. Martin was hotter than a pistol again and had his hand under her skirt. Maggie had his cock out, pulling slowly on his rock-hard shaft. She held it tightly while they walked down the hall to their apartment.
"Let's all have a quick drink and then fuck," Harry said, unlocking the door.
"Who needs a drink?" Eva cried.
"He probably won't give her any more love potion. She's so hot already, but they'll never get to the bedroom for the first fuck. It'll be on the couch. Wanna watch?" Maggie asked.
"Yes," Martin said.
Harry clinked cubes into four glasses then covered the ice with Scotch. Eva took hers and drained it without stopping for a breath. "There, that's out of the way; let's get on to something else," she said, a lewd smirk on her lips.
Harry took a drink, put the glass down on the coffee table, and kneeled in front of Eva. He looked up into her face while he slowly lifted her skirt, her bare, hairy cunt coming slowly into view. "Hold this up, Eva; I'm going to give you a good kissing," he said.
"Oh, God," Eva moaned, bunching her skirt above her hips.
Harry gripped a cheek in each hand, pulling them apart, and pressed his face between her legs.
Eva moved her feet apart to make herself more open and squealed, "Oh, Harry ... goddamn ... my darling ... feels so good, honey. Do it some more."
Martin stood transfixed. He noticed immediately that she had removed her pantyhose somewhere along the line. He watched Harry eat out his wife, hardly noticing that Maggie had pulled down his pants and shorts and was squatting in front of him. He felt her warm mouth close around his prick and grunted, pushing on in, not taking his eyes from Eva and Harry.
Maggie hadn't intended to suck his cock again, but when it swung free, she couldn't resist. It wasn't as big as her husband's cock and fit into her mouth nicely. And it looked so appetizing, the clear drool bubbling at the hole, the head so crimson and hard. Maggie dearly loved sucking cock. She liked the spongy feel of the head and the way it hardened and the veins swelled along the shaft and the feel of the tube underneath filling with cum and especially the chalky, hot stuff spilling into her mouth.
Harry had his face pressed up tight against Eva's cunt, his tongue sliding in and out, his upper lips riding hard on her clit. Eva had dropped her skirt and was holding his head tightly. She squirmed above him, flitting on the ragged edge of an orgasm, and then he pulled away.
"Oh, darling, don't stop," Eva cried. "I was so close to coming."
"I'm going to fuck you, Eva, right here on the floor. When you come, I want your pussy wrapped around my cock." He got to his feet and slowly undid his belt buckle, and with one motion pushed his pants down his legs and kicked them off. He wasn't wearing any shorts.
Martin gaped at Harry's iron-hard cock wagging in the air. It was unbelievable. He was a much shorter man than Martin, yet his cock was much bigger, maybe twice as big. She won't be able to take it, he thought, it'll split her open. He wondered if maybe he should stop it right now. He didn't stop it, though, because subconsciously he wanted to hear her scream out in pain and beg him to save her. Besides, Maggie's mouth felt too good on his prick to stop her now.
Harry yanked Eva's skirt down her legs and pushed her roughly to the floor. "Open up, baby, Harry is coming in," he said.
Eva, naked from the waist down, spread her legs open and stretched her arms up to him. Harry came down between her legs and Eva quickly got hold of his cock and pressed it to her pussy. The huge head went into her well-oiled cunt and she lifted her ass from the carpet, her knees coming up against his hips.
"Oh, goddamn, Harry, that feels good ... push it on in, give it all to me," she cried.
Harry pushed in, his shaft sinking in inch by inch until the whole thing was buried in her gurgling pussy.
"Harry, darling!" she squealed, "It feels so good, it's wonderful. You're so big, your cock's so big."
"You like it, don't you, baby?" Harry hissed. "You like getting fucked by old stud horse Harry, right?"
"Right!" Eva squealed. "I love it, honey, love it. Oh, goddamn, shit ... fuck meeeee," the horny woman wailed. "I think ... yes, yes, I'm coming already, honey. Awwwwww, fuck, I'm coming! Fuck, fuck, fuck me hard, I'm coming!"
She never talked like that when I fucked her, Martin thought, and came in Maggie's mouth.
Maggie sucked the slime from Martin's prick, and then looked up at him in reproach. "Oh, Martin," she said, "you are incorrigible. Now you'll need another pill, and I hope it works again."
"I don't need it, but I'll have another one anyway," he said, grinning drunkenly. His cock still stood hard; he was still turned, on. "Now I wanna fuck," he said.
Martin watched his wife jerk in the throes of a violent ogasm while Maggie went to her purse for another pill. He washed it down with whiskey.
Harry pulled his cock from Eva's pussy and rose to his knees; he straddled her and moved up until his wet cock was dangling over her face. "I want you to finish me with your mouth, Eva," he said. "Suck my cock until I come."
"Oh, Harry, I don't think...." She glanced quickly at her husband, saw him watching, his cock jutting straight out from his belly, and then looked back at the gaping hole in the end of Harry's huge cock. Her mouth opened.
Harry put the tip against her lips and felt her tiny tongue probe into the leaking hole. He let her tongue taste the salty jism for a moment before pushing the head on into her mouth. He sighed when he felt her lips draw tight around the ridge, knowing she was going to give him a good sucking.
Eva sucked on the head of his cock, wet and slick from her pussy, and felt the tingles in her belly. She found it thrilling to suck another man's cock, even though she had barely sucked Martin's, and knew instantly that she would let him come in her mouth. She wanted him to come, and put her hand around the fat shaft and started sliding back and forth, sucking and licking at the head with her lips and tongue.
"Ahhhh, baby, that's good. Move your hand faster. I'm almost there," Harry cried.
Eva shook her head affirmatively, her hand flying. The big shaft hardened even more and she felt the first wad of slippery slime squirt into her mouth. A knot rolled in her belly and she almost gagged, but fought it off and swallowed, the first thick gob sliding slickly down her throat. She was surprised at how hot it was going down, and then more spewed into her mouth. Squirt, squirt, squirt it came, coating her teeth, clinging to her tongue. She was still on the ragged edge of gagging, but swallowed and kept sucking and pumping. By the time he ran dry, she was enjoying it, wondering why she had been so reluctant in the past. There wasn't much taste, and it gave such a hot sensation going down that it was thrilling, and it obviously was pleasing to the man. Maybe she would do Martin later.
Martin knew that Harry was coming and stared with disbelief. "She told me she wasn't ready for that not three hours ago," he said. His cock was throbbing with desire. He couldn't remember ever being as hard.
Maggie grabbed Martin's hand and dragged him toward the bedroom. "Come on with me before you come again, lover boy. I want to get fucked, too, you know," she said angrily.
They were both naked by the time they reached the bed, and Maggie went quickly onto her back, her legs open. Martin was surprised by the vigor of his cock as he pushed easily into the spread out Maggie. I've already come twice, he thought, those fucking pills really work. He was surprised, too, at how good Maggie felt, her cunt sucking him in inch by inch.
Maggie was a big woman, a big woman with lots of flesh, but she had a small cunt, smaller than Eva's, actually, snugger and tighter with a sucking action that was unbelievable. She was going to bring him off quick in spite of his previous climaxes.
"Aww, fuck, Maggie, I'm gonna come," he squealed.
"Just keep fucking," she cried. "You'll stay hard after all the fuck-juice you've had. I'm gonna fuck your cock clear off."
Martin squirted a dribble of cum but stayed hard. He couldn't believe that he still wanted to fuck. He pounded steadily into her until she jerked wildly, her ass coming up, her cunt engulfing him deliciously. He came again, his whole lower body tingling like a million needles pricked at him. He felt like he was paralyzed from the hips down when he came a third time, and was still jerking in and out when Maggie made it again. He rolled off, then, gasping for breath.
"You fuck pretty good with the right stimulation," Maggie said.
"Oh, shit," Martin gasped.
Martin was still breathing hard when Eva and Harry came in with a bottle. They sat on the bed and gave Maggie a drink. She took a long pull and handed it back to Harry. Harry and Eva each had a gulp. Eva was very drunk.
"Kiss my pussy and make me come, Harry," she said.
"I just did it before we came in," he answered.
"Do it again; I want to come some more. Then you should be hard again and you can fuck me. You've only fucked me once, Harry, and didn't come in my box. I want you to come in my box."
Harry pushed her knees apart and put his face between her soft, pink thighs. She sighed deeply when his tongue eased into her hole. It felt so good; she loved fucking his face. It was only fair after she sucked his cock so good. She let the luscious feeling seep through her, her hand finding her husband's cock.
"Martin, honey, you're hard," she said. "Haven't you fucked Maggie yet?"
"He sure as hell has," Maggie answered. "He made me come twice and he's shot off five times."
"He can't do that," Eva squealed.
"He did," Maggie snapped.
"Oh, my God, Harry, that's good; keep your tongue right there," Eva said, not caring what Martin did or didn't do. "Honeeee, so nice, feels so nice." She had her head thrown back and was gasping for breath, her hips bucking to press her cunt against his sucking lips. "Goddamn, gonna come again! Oh, Jesus, yeah ... I'm coming! Oh, hell, even better than last time."
Martin was watching her contorted face, listening to little squeals of pleasure. His cock throbbed against her palm, now just lying loose under his prick. He wanted to fuck her in the worst way.
"Harry, I want you to fuck me now," Eva cried. "I want you to fuck me and come."
Before Martin could protest or assert his rights, Harry was on top of her, his cock already pushing in.
"Harry, my darling, so good. Your cock is so big, give it to me, fuck me hard. I want you to come inside me."
Maggie rolled on top of Martin and pressed his cock to her hole. He was good and hard and went right in. The two couples lay side by side fucking hard, eveyrone pressing desperately for another come.
Eva came first with a throaty grunt, jerking up against her thrusting partner. "Awwww shit, Harry, I'm coming again! You're the best fucker in the whole world," she moaned. Her husband could have been miles away instead of lying directly beside her. She just didn't care-fucking and coming were all that mattered.
Maggie was sitting up on top of Martin, his cock all the way inside her. She particularly liked fucking with another couple present. Eva's cries and grunts stimulated her, especially knowing that it was her Harry giving the broad her jollies. She was sure of another good come in this position even if Martin came immediately, because he would stay hard, drugged like he was, and she wasn't about to get off.
Martin did come the moment he heard Eva squealing with pleasure. His eyes bugged out at the intensity of his orgasm, each one seeming stronger than the one before. He was sure it was going to kill him, but he didn't care and shoved up into the bouncing Maggie. It was important now that he brought her off again.
Eva and Harry were lying on their sides now, tongue-kissing, while Harry continued to fuck. Eva was moaning softly, the feeling still exquisite. "Go ahead and come, Harry, come inside me, fill me with your lovely stuff," she purred. Harry grunted in the affirmative and shot a thick wad of cum into her cunt. He kept pumping until his nuts were drained.
Maggie was coming, too, and when the feeling started to subside, rolled off. She lay on her back in happy contentment. Harry had pulled out, the evening finished for him and Maggie. It was a completely successful night of fucking and sucking.
"We better call it a night," he said. "Get dressed and I'll drive you back to your car."
When they got down to the garage, Harry said, "Why don't you kids get in the back seat. After all, it is your anniversary."
"You couldn't tell by looking," Martin growled.
"It's not anymore, it's after midnight," Eva said gaily, "but I better sit down somewhere before I fall down. Fuck, I really am drunk." She was leaning heavily on Harry.
Martin crawled in the back and Harry helped Eva in beside her husband. He smiled as he walked around the car to the driver's side. The evening had been a smashing success. Eva would feel like hell in the morning and have many regrets, but she would come around again in a few days and furnish old Harry and Maggie with a lot of thrills.
In the back seat, Eva pressed against Martin, wetly kissing his neck. She got his pants unzipped and groped inside. "Your prick feels good, honey, want me to suck it?"
"I saw you suck Harry's cock and take his load in your mouth," Martin said sullenly.
"Yes, I liked it, too," she said without shame. "If you can come again, I'll take your load in my mouth."
Martin wanted to protest, to be angry with her, but he wanted her to suck his cock worse and pushed her head down into his lap. He felt her lips close around the head of his cock and he moaned. She sucked eagerly, her tongue lolling wetly against the backside of his cock-head while her hand moved steadily up and down on the shaft. He couldn't believe it possible, but he was going to come again. He looked up, saw Harry leaning against the seat watching, and came in her mouth. There wasn't much, just enough for Eva to get a taste. She wanted more and kept sucking, but no more would come.
"Your anniversary blow-job," Harry said with a smirk. "She has a good mouth for it."
Martin wanted to punch him in the mouth, but he didn't. He got out, pulling Eva with him. "Thanks for nothing," he said, and opened his car door. His cock still poked from the front of his pants.
Eva slid close to him, her hand wandering quickly to his crotch. She gripped his cock in her hand. "Jesus, Martin, you're still hard!" she exclaimed.
Martin started the car and said, "Yeah, we were drugged."
"What do you mean, drugged?"
"Those perverts gave us an aphrodisiac, you know, a sex stimulant. My cock is already sore, but it won't go down."
"I like it hard," Eva said. "Hurry and get home, I want you to fuck me. I need a fuck so bad."
"See what I mean? We're drugged; you don't talk and act like this."
"I don't care what we are, I've never felt so good or enjoyed fucking so much before."
Martin pulled into their drive and killed the engine. "Let's do it in the car," Eva said. "No," Martin said.
They got out and Eva lifted her skirt, revealing her cunt. "I'll lean against the car and you can fuck me right here," she said.
"No," Martin said.
Once inside the house, though, Eva could not be put off. She slumped to the floor and pulled Martin down with her. "Fuck me, Martin, fuck me here on the floor." She had her skirt up over her hips and was already guiding him in.
Martin felt his cock slide into her slippery pussy and started fucking. She felt good, his cock sliding in all the way. He fucked slow, thrusting in all the way and then pulling almost out.
"Ummmm, that feels good. Keep doing it just like that, Martin. Fuck me all night long, make me come and come and come," Eva sighed, her long legs coming up over his back.
"You're not as tight as Maggie," he said.
"Your cock isn't as big as Harry's," she countered.
They continued like this for a long time, fucking steadily, until Eva finally went stiff, her ass coming up off the floor. "Oh, god-fucking-damn, I'm coming," she cried.
"Me, too," Martin said with a grunt, shoving his prick all the way in.
Martin pulled out and let his cock drip a few watery drops of cum onto her hair. "Let's go up to bed," he said.
"Okay," Eva answered, "and you can fuck me again. I want to go to sleep with your pecker in my pussy."