Chapter 4
Martin went to work with a terrible hangover the next morning. Eva was still asleep, sprawled naked on the bed, and Martin was too disturbed by the night before to wake her.
"I'm going to fuck her so much that she won't be able to think about other men," he told himself on the way to work. But he had misgivings as the day wore on and his resolve weakened. He was completely disoriented most of the day and got chewed out by his boss for a lousy job. Actually, he was worrying about Eva going out with Harry or Brick or some other man, or even with Maggie, and he convinced himself that it all must stop completely. His own part in what had started the whole thing had diminished until he saw himself completely blameless, as being cheated by a loose, ungrateful wife.
When he got home that night, his wife again met him at the door with a pitcher of martinis. She wore a sinfully short skirt, a loose blouse open all the way down the front, and high spike heels, nothing else.
"Have a drink, honey," she said.
"Didn't you get enough last night? I had a hangover all day."
"So did I, but I feel good now. You will, too, after a couple of martinis. I've been waiting for you to get home all day."
"I'll bet. Have you been waiting alone?"
"Of course," Eva snapped.
Martin brushed her hand holding the pitcher aside and went into the next room.
Eva followed him. "What the hell is the matter with you?" she cried.
"It's not what is the matter with me that counts, dear. We have to talk before we do anything. Are you drunk again?"
"I've had a couple of drinks, but I'm sure as hell not drunk."
"I want you cold sober. We'll eat dinner first."
"Dinner isn't ready, so fuck you."
Martin turned and grabbed her wrist and slapped her across the face. "Then get it ready, goddammit, and clean up your foul language!" he snarled.
Eva pulled from his grip, her hand going to her cheek, and she started to cry. She ran to the kitchen screaming, "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" She fixed dinner, though.
After eating without speaking a word, Martin pushed back his chair and lit a cigarette. "You should be sober enough to talk now," he said.
"I wasn't drunk," Eva snapped, her lower lip going out.
"You'd been drinking, and that was enough. I want you to understand completely every word I'm going to say. We can't go on like this, Eva, it has got to stop."
"What do you mean, what has to stop?" She looked puzzled.
"This ... this wild sex orgy. I've gained my senses and I want you to do the same. Now I know you had a lot more of that stuff than I did, but you'll just have to use some willpower. It's probably illegal to use it, anyway. The Magees should be arrested."
"But honey, I'm hot all the time. I need sex."
"You don't need sex anymore than you ever did, you just think you do, and I can give you all you need. Now the first thing you'll do is to promise never to see Harry or Maggie or any of that filthy crowd again. I mean it, baby, otherwise our marriage is at an end."
"You mean you'd divorce me?" Eva gasped.
"That's exactly what I mean."
Eva was crying by this time. "I promise, darling, I promise, don't leave me," she wailed. "But I need to be loved, too. I need some lovin' now. I've been waiting for you all day. You just have to take care of me."
Martin stood up. "I'll take care of you ... at the proper time. Now clean up the kitchen while I read the paper." He took the pitcher of martinis from the counter and poured them down the sink.
"And no more drinking, either."
Eva came over to him. "Anything you say, honey, you're the boss. I'm so ashamed, now give me a kiss and make me feel wanted."
He put his hands to her cheeks and kissed her. He really did love her, but she had to act like a wife is supposed to act. She kissed back, her tongue sliding out, and before he knew what she was up to, she had him unzipped and her hand was inside his pants. His cock went hard inside her warm hand.
"Goddamn, that feels nice, Marty, and it's getting good and hard. I'll lay down and you can fuck me right here on the kitchen floor."
Martin gave her a shove, sending her reeling across the room. "Stop it, stop it, stop it!" he screamed. "From now on I'll make the advances, and no more foul language, none at all. Wives are not supposed to talk and act that way." He turned and left the room.
Eva cleaned the kitchen and then tried to get interested in TV. She found the tube boring, but Martin didn't, and he watched until after eleven. She wondered if he would ever decide it was bedtime. She was glad now that she hadn't told him about calling Harry, or about masturbating twice this afternoon. She was sure that she wouldn't be so much in need if Harry had been home.
Martin finally stretched and went to the television and snapped it off. "Let's turn in," he said with a yawn. Eva eagerly followed him to the bedroom, stripped naked, and jumped into the bed.
"You didn't brush your teeth," Martin said. "And before you get back into bed, put on a gown."
When she had done as he instructed, she got meekly into bed with him. They lay in the dark for a long while before Martin grabbed her tits. He cupped them lightly and then lifted her gown and rolled over on top of her. He was good and hard, and even though there had been such little foreplay, Eva's cunt was ready. He moved in deep with one push. She felt his cock filling her hole and abandoned herself to the coming fuck.
"Oh, my darling, fuck me hard!" she cried, lifting to get him all the way in.
Martin stroked into her maybe a dozen times and started coming. He grunted with pleasure, drained himself with a few quick jabs, and rolled off.
"Martin, not yet," Eva cried. "I didn't come. I want to come ... I need more!"
"No more, Eva," Martin said, and got up and went into the bathroom. When he returned, he got into bed and said, "I warned you about using dirty language. I came as soon as I heard you say it to teach you a lesson. I won't allow that kind of talk in my house. Now go to sleep."
Eva felt completely put down, and in her distress didn't question him. She didn't see that he came because he couldn't hold out, couldn't see that her husband was a bum fuck and was blaming her for his inadequacy. She sobbed softly and tried to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come, and when she was sure he was asleep, she slipped quietly into the bathroom. She sat on the potty and cried. When her cry was over, she thought about jerking off, but the evening had been such a downer that she was no longer in the mood. Besides, Martin wouldn't approve.
The next morning before Martin went to work, he came into the bedroom and pulled Eva from the bed, forcing her onto her knees. He pulled her head back by her hair and demanded that she promise to be an obedient wife, having sex only with him and only when he wanted it, and then only to please his whim, not for herself.
"But Martin, that's unreasonable...." Eva cried.
He held her tightly by the hair and slapped her hard across the side of her face. "That's the way it will be or it won't be at all," he screamed.
"Yes, yes," she sobbed, trying to free herself.
He held her firmly. "Remember this and remember it good," he said. "I'll beat the living shit out of you if you so much as have a dirty thought or utter an obscene word."
She screamed when he lifted her by her hair, and then he let go and hit her in the face, knocking her sprawling to the floor. He left for work without another word.
Eva lay sobbing on the floor. She didn't like it when he hit her, and yet it strangely turned her on. She was hot and she wanted to fuck. She wanted to do as he wanted, and she was now afraid of him, yet her hand lifted up her gown and crept between her legs, and within seconds, she was jerking off furiously. She was near coming when she stopped, gasped for breath, and reached up to her vanity and took a hairbrush in her hand.
Eva looked for a long time at the knobby, wooden handle of the hairbrush, and then wetting her lips with her tongue, pushed the thing deep into her pussy. In and out, in and out she moved the hairbrush handle, faster and faster, her breathing growing ragged, the deep thrill in her bowels spreading through her loins until with a shriek and a shudder she was coming-coming hard and satisfying. It was a most gratifying come, leaving her moaning with pleasure.
She wasn't sure how long she lay there with the prick-like handle in her cunt, but she finally got up and went to the kitchen and made herself coffee. She felt terribly guilty for what she had done and knew that Martin would be terribly displeased with her if he were to find out. She didn't see how he could possibly find out, but had a chilling fear that he would.
She was still drinking coffee and stewing over her plight when the telephone rang. "It's been several days since we saw you, darling, and we miss you," Maggie Magee said. "Why don't you come by after lunch? There'll be a couple of men here and we could have a most exciting afternoon."
"I can't," Eva said.
"That's a shame, honey, or do you have a man of your own there? That wouldn't be so bad ... for you, anyway."
"No, it's not that," Eva said bitterly. "Martin made me promise to never see you again."
"Why in the hell would he do a thing like that?" Maggie said. "Doesn't he want his wife enjoying a little sex now and then? Is he so insecure that he stand any competition? It sounds like the old male double standard to me."
"Martin said that he got over the horrible effects of all the love potion you gave him and thatT had to get over them, too."
Maggie roared with laughter.
"What's so funny?" Eva asked.
"Did the lying bastard really say that?" Maggie answered. "He didn't have enough to do anything but keep him hard, and that was after you were high and raring to go."
"What do you mean, after I was raring to go?"
"He didn't need any to start with. He was so hot from feeling my pussy on the dance floor that he was ready to do anything to get into my pants. Harry didn't attempt to give you a drop until Martin had okayed it and I gave him the high sign from the dance floor."
"Are you lying to me, Maggie?" Eva said coldly.
"Hell, no, I'm not lying," Maggie said. She hadn't been, but she decided to lay it on good and thick while she had Eva going. The poor kid's hubby was a bastard and deserved anything she said about him. "He wanted in my pussy so bad that he said he didn't care who fucked you. He said to tell Harry to dope you up so bad that you wouldn't know what was going on. He said that all he wanted for his anniversary was to fuck me."
"He said that?" Eva cried.
"He sure as hell did, and more. Do you want to hear?"
"No," Eva screamed, her eyes full of tears. "I'll be over after lunch, darling." She slammed the phone down hard.
Eva went to the cupboard for a bottle; a strong drink was what she needed after that, but the liquor was gone, all of it. Martin had taken it with him when he left for work. "The dirty sonofabitch," Eva screamed, "the dirty, rotten, no good mother-fucking sonofabitch." She went to the bedroom and put on her shortest skirt, her tightest blouse, and a pair of heels, and left the house. She went to a liquor store and bought a quart of vodka and then went to the park to drink her lunch. By the time she got to Maggie's two hours later, she was pleasantly drunk.
She rang the bell and heard Maggie yell for her to come on in. She was a little surprised, even after all she had been through, to see Maggie and Brick, both stark naked, fucking up a storm. She stood watching with her mouth hanging open.
"Come in, dear, and close the door," Maggie said, her head lolling off the couch. "Harder, Brick, fuck me harder!"
Eva closed the door and went to a chair. She was seated before she noticed another man standing watching Brick and Maggie fuck. He was older, about sixty or sixty-five, heavyset and almost bald.
What hair he had left was mostly white.
Brick lurched, fucking with short, rapid strokes. "I can't hold off, baby, I'm coming!" he cried, his cum spurting into Maggie's cunt.
"No, no!" Maggie wailed. "Not yet, don't come yet, honey."
Brick drew in and out with long, deliberate strokes, draining his cock, and then pulled out. "Sorry, baby, couldn't help it," he drawled, wiping the last of the leaking white cum into her thick pussy-hair.
After Brick got to his feet, Maggie lay on the couch with her thick legs flopped wide open. "Goddamit, I didn't make it. I need to come. Eva, darling, come over here and put that beautiful face of yours between my legs. Suck me off, honey, make me come big."
"I ... I," Eva stammered.
"Oh, come on, you know you like doing it. I need it so. There's some love juice in that little vial on the bar if you need it. Come suck Maggie's pussy ... please."
Eva stared at Maggie's big gash, the hair wet with Brick's cum. The butterflys in her stomach fluttered wildly. She decided she didn't need any love potion to turn her on. She was already hot and game for some action. She got to her feet and went over to the couch.
"Sit up, Maggie," she said, "and slide your ass out from the couch so I can get at you."
Maggie did as she said, sliding her ass well off the couch, her legs wide apart. Eva sat on the floor, a hand on each of Maggie's knees, and kissed lightly at the insides of Maggie's thighs, working slowly up to her cunt. The smell of sex was strong, almost overpowering. Eva wondered if all cunts smelled so strong, or if it was just because of the good workout she had just had. With her fingers, she spread open Maggie's cunt, and pressed her mouth hard against her gaping, soppy slit. Her whole body tingled with lust and excitement. Her tongue went in the hole, wriggling all the way, and then she felt Brick's thick cum and started sucking. She decided she liked the taste of pussy, especially when it was full of jism. She sucked Brick's slime from Maggie's hole, swallowing as fast as it came out.
"Oh, goddamn, Eva, you do that good," Maggie moaned, her hips writhing, her fat legs closing against Eva's cheeks. "Nip at it with your teeth, just a little, but not hard. Ooooooh, shit ... yeah, like that. Do it, baby, I'm gonna come." Maggie had her hands on Eva's head, pulling her tighter against her cunt. "Aw, fuck a duck, baby, I'm coming ... Maggie's coming! Suck me, suck me, you gorgeous broad!"
Eva kept sucking, her tongue fluttering wildly. She had her hand between her legs now, sliding two fingers back and forth in her slit. She kept going until Maggie finally went limp and sat back with a satisfied leer. She had really brought the fat broad off, and she was proud.
Maggie looked at her for several minutes before she sat up and put her fingertips to Eva's face.
"What happened to you?" she cried, lightly caressing the bruise on Eva's face.
"Martin hit me," Eva said.
"The dirty rat. He's no good, Eva, you shouldn't let him get away with that shit. I sure as hell wouldn't. I'd leave any bastard that would smack me."
"He never did it before."
"You're too beautiful to take that shit. If he did it once, he'll do it again, too."
"He better not," Eva said, feeling suddenly wronged.
Eva sat for a moment longer, and then got up. She looked around and was surprised to see the old man had opened his pants and had his long, thick cock in his hand. He had a magnificent erection, and she noted quickly that his cock was bigger than Martin's or Brick's, almost as big as Harry's. She began to suspect that she had been shortchanged, that Martin's prick was smaller than most, not bigger like he had always told her. She sat down in the chair opposite the old man, glad that she hadn't worn any underwear, and lifted her skirt. She stared at the old guy, her hand sliding down to her cunt.
Maggie jumped up from the couch. "I'll make drinks for everyone," she said, weaving across the room. She was already pretty tight. Her massive tits wobbled crazily as she lurched across the room to the bar.
Eva took the drink from Maggie's hand and put it quickly to her lips. It was strong and tasted good.
She drank slowly, her eyes fastened to the old man. He stared at her cunt, at her finger slowly sliding back and forth, his hand steadily pumping his big cock. Eva smiled at him and drained her glass.
The old man came slowly over to her, and kneeled on the floor. "Would you allow me to do that?" he asked.
Eva lifted her hand from her cunt and let her legs fall wider apart. "Be my guest," she said through alcohol thickened lips, "but only if you use your mouth."
He started kissing at her knees, moving slowly upward, his lips and tongue liberally wetting her thighs.
Eva trembled with excitement as he neared her pussy. She had no idea who he was. He had never been introduced, even, and yet he was going to suck her pussy-and she was going to let him do it. She wanted it. God, how she wanted it.
The insides of her thighs were wet from his spit when he finally reached the pouting lips of her adorable cunt. His coarse tongue moved quickly down the length of her inviting slit, a slit already white with the milk of her impassioned pussy-juice.
She leaned back in the chair and pushed her hairy crotch tight against the old man's open mouth, moaning in a euphoric daze of sexual frenzy. She teetered back and forth on the edge of orgasm, wanting to come, yet wanting to make it last. She held off, tightening her thigh muscles, holding the delightful thrill at bay.
Eva lay in the chair moaning constantly, gripping the side of his head, relaxing a moment, holding his head tight again. He had to be the best she had ever experienced, obviously a well-practiced cunt sucker. She held his bald head, her legs straight out over his shoulders, held rigid to prolong the inevitable end. She really wondered why Martin wanted her to miss all this; he had started it. He was selfish, a callous, selfish bastard.
The old man rolled his tongue deep into her hole and then drew it slowly up until it pressed against her clit, rolling the pea-like bud back and forth. He slid back and forth with pressure, raking at the swollen bud, and then went back to her cunt, tongue-fucking her hole furiously.
Eva almost swooned when he started nipping at her clit with his teeth. Her legs fell over his shoulders, her heels pounding against his back.
"I can't hold it off any longer ... I'm coming!" she screamed. "Oh, Jesus, I'm coming! It's so fucking good." Her eyes rolled back, the lids blinking wildly. "Awww, fuck, it feels so good!"
The old man raised from her crotch and waived his now half-hard cock in her face. "Now you suck me!" he cried.
Almost knocked out from her come, Eva opened her mouth and let him push his cock in. He had a heavy foreskin, but her lips rolled it back as the big thing moved in, baring the huge knob in her mouth. The taste was strong and pungent under the skin. She sucked the thing clean and took more in her mouth. She had the whole head inside when she felt the hot liquid blast into her mouth. He can't be coming so quickly, she thought, he just put it in my mouth. Yet, the hot, slippery slime drained into her mouth, or so she thought. The scalding liquid completely filled her mouth and spilled from her lips, and then she even swallowed some before she realized he was pissing in her mouth. Gagging convulsively, she screamed and pushed him roughly away. Luckily, he was almost finished, but sent one last blast full into her face.
"You horrible old bastard, how dare you do that to me?" she screamed, leaping to her feet. "I should piss all over you, too."
The old man fell to his back on the floor. "Yes, yes, do it to me. Piss on me, Eva!" he cried.
Eva picked up her drink and poured it down in one long swallow in an effort to cleanse her mouth, to erase the taste of his foul piss. She realized then that she had to urinate, her bladder full from the heavy drinking. She stepped over the old man, one foot on each side of his body, raised her skirt high, and let go with a blast of piss. It hit him on the chest, soaking his shirt. She took a step forward and the next stream caught him in the face. His mouth was open so she dropped to her knees and directed the yellow spray directly in. She peed into his mouth for a long time, and when she was finally finished, dropped down, pushing her soaking cunt onto his lips.
"Now suck my cunt, you filthy bastard, make me come again!" she screamed.
The old man sucked ravenously and had her coming within seconds. She grunted with animal pleasure, letting her full weight down onto his face, and ground against him.
Maggie sat back watching Eva's sweet, beautiful face twist with lewd pleasure, watched her grind herself against the open mouth, and felt very proud of her husband's handiwork. Harry had turned this innocent young wife into a true wanton, a cheating wife, maybe even a potential whore.
Eva rolled off the old man and lay panting on the carpet. The old man sat up.
"Get your clothes off, Eva, while I get his cock good and ready for you. He really does deserve a fuck after all the nice things he's done for you," Maggie said. She got up and pushed the old man back down and quickly straddled him, his big cock quickly disappearing into her thick bush.
Eva sat up and watched with fascination while Maggie fucked.
"Get naked, you whore!" Maggie snapped. "I don't want him to come until he's inside you."
Eva quickly peeled off her clothes, suddenly wanting the old man's cock in her bush. When she was naked, Maggie got off and helped the old man to undress. She had him get on top of Eva and with great ceremony guided his cock into her open cunt. She lay down beside the humping couple and started kissing Eva on the neck and ear.
"Does my father's prick feel good?" she whispered.
"Your, your father?" Eva gasped.
"Don't act so surprised, you must have guessed.
He made me play with his prick one day when my mother had gone shopping. I was only ten. He taught me how to jack him off properly, holding his cock tightly while his cum poured out over my little hand. It wasn't long after that before he had me sucking him. He came in my mouth the first time and then held it shut until I swallowed the whole load. He had a huge load back then. I learned to love it." Maggie was terribly excited by this time and moved up until her cunt was beside Eva's head. "Turn your head to me and kiss me," she gasped, "and I'll tell you how my fucking old man deflowered me.
"Ahhhh, that's so nice, little Eva, let your tongue out. Yeah, oooooooh, yeah. My mother had a beautiful party for me on my fourteenth birthday, and while the kids were still there, he took me upstairs to his room and raped me. He had been playing with my cunt for a long time with his big fingers so I was ready. He fucked me regularly after that. Mother caught us one day, but he didn't care. Then one day he started bringing strange men home and had them fuck both Mother and me. She finally left him and one day I tired of his domination and ran away. I liked the fucking, but I didn't need him to get that and I've let my pussy work for me ever since. I did miss his huge cock and when I met Harry I married him. He was the first man that had a bigger cock than Daddy, and he had money, too."
Maggie had one of her fat legs over Eva's head and was pushing her gash hard against her young, wet mouth. "Keep sucking, you horny little bitch ... I'm going to come," she gasped.
Eva was on the verge of coming, too. The old man had such a big one, and he knew how to use it. She could hardly breath with Maggie's big, hairy cunt surrounding her face, but she started to come, anyway. The feeling was fantastic, a wet, sloppy cunt in her face, and a huge, marvelous cock filling her pussy. A really big one felt so good, filling her so completely, and the friction in her pussy was out of this world. She wrapped her arms around fat Maggie, pulling her cunt-flesh tighter over her face, and let the fat cock rush spasm after spasm of pleasure through her twitching pussy.
Maggie fianally had enough and pulled away. She lay on her back beside Eva, her knees in the air. "God, that was good, Eva," she said. "You get better and better. It won't be long until you won't need a man anymore."
"I'll always need a man ... a man with a big prick." She lifted her ass up to meet the old man's thrusts. "Give it to me ... fuck me hard. I've already made it, but it still feels good."
"Aren't you close, Daddy?" Maggie asked.
"Yeah ... about there," the old man grunted. He pumped into her, thrusting his cock as far as it would go. "I'm coming," he gasped. "Oh, Jesus, it really feels good." He milked himself in her cunt, draining his cum deep inside her.
"You'd better think about going, Daddy, Harry will be home soon and you don't want to be here." She turned her head and looked at Eva. "Harry doesn't like Daddy, doesn't want him to see me at all, but he sneaks over sometimes when Harry is gone, and I don't mind because I still like it when he fucks me."
Eva watched the old man dress and leave without saying another word. Maggie was still lying on her back and was almost asleep. She looked over and saw Brick sitting in a chair looking at her. His cock hung over the edge of the chair, limp, but still big.
"Does Harry mind if he comes home and finds you here?" she said to Brick.
"Naw, we're old friends. Besides, Mag needs lots of prick; it keeps her off his back if I fuck her now and then."
Eva took a cigarette from the table and lit up, letting the smoke flow lazily from her half-open mouth. She could feel the sticky goo leaking from her pussy and crossed her legs. When she finished the cigarette, she went over to where Brick was sitting and sat on the rug in front of him. She reached out and took his cock in her hand, and when it didn't respond, leaned forward and slipped it into her mouth.
"You better not do that just now," Brick said.
Eva ignored him, enjoying the feel of his limp prick in her mouth. She moved up on it until she had most of it in her mouth.
"Jesus, lady, you're gonna get it now ... I can't hold it another second," Brick said.
Oh God, Eva thought, it's happening again. But she didn't jerk away this time, even though she knew he wasn't coming because his cock was too soft. She felt the hot, salty stuff squirting into her mouth. She put her hands on his hips and took more of his cock in so it wouldn't spill. He was in deep and the piss spurted into her throat. She held fast, taking all he had.
Brick finally sighed and relaxed, his cock done spurting. He was hardening when Eva backed off and let him fall free.
"That was a filthy thing to do," she said.
"I think you liked it, Eva," Brick said.
"Fuck me, Brick," she said.
"No, you fuck me, Eva," he said. His cock was standing up good and hard and he stretched out in the big chair. "Get on my lap and let your knees go down by the cushions. You can get it all the way in like that."
Eva poised herself on her knees. She took his cock in her hand and guided the thick head to her cunt. When the head was in, she let go of the shaft and let herself down on his hard rod.
"Good, good," she gasped. "Nice cock, fills me completely ... ah, Brick, darling, I like it, I really do." Her knees were sunk deep in the chair and she had his shaft buried to the hilt. She leaned against him, her arms around his neck, and started slowly raising and lowering herself with her thighs. "Urn-mmmm, honey, feels good. Can you last very long like this?"
"No, not very long," he gasped.
"Doesn't matter, I can't either," she said, moving herself faster now. The sensation increased deep in her pussy until the luscious feeling leaped in her belly. "I'm gonna come, Brick, I gonna come!" she screamed, "Come, too ... come with me!" She was jerking wildly on his lap, driving his cock in and out of her cunt as fast as she could.
"Keep fucking, hot pants, I'm almost there," Brick said.
She was back down on him hard, forcing his cock all the way in, which she heard him give a deep sigh. She fucked slower then, milking his long cock, until she could feel the hot stuff squeezing out around the base of his shaft. She had lots of cum in her now, and she slumped heavily onto his lap.
"Ahhhhhhh," she gasped, "short and sweet and hard to beat. Was good, honey, real good."
She snuggled against his lap, keeping him buried to the hilt. His cock was slowly receding, but still filled her cunt-hole completely. She liked the feeling of fullness and the warmth of his wet cock filling her after fucking. It was much nicer than just jerking out, an act that left her feeling cold and empty, an act that Martin was good at.
She finally raised up, Brick's cock slowly sliding free. When it flopped wetly onto his hairy belly, she slid from the chair and got to her feet. She felt light-headed and giddy and almost fell over.
"Shit, I am really drunk. Well-fucked and drunk!" she cried, giggling wildly. She shook her head to clear a few cobwebs and looked around the room. Maggie lay naked on the couch. "Hi, Maggie," she said, and giggled some more.
"Come over here and kiss me, sweetie," Maggie said.
Eva weaved dreamily to the couch, bent over Maggie and kissed her long and hard on the mouth.
"Now the tittie," Maggie said.
Eva dropped to her knees and took a large nipple between her lips. She sucked hard.
"That's marvelous, Eva. Suck the other one. Ooooh, yeah, baby, suck it good, kiss me and lick me ... all over. Oh, honey, work your way all the way down between my legs."
Eva was sure she should be sated, but her body tingled at the thought of going down on Maggie again. She lifted her heavy tits and kissed them wetly, sliding underneath where the salty taste of sweat was rich. She worked slowly, kissing, licking, and nipping her tits thoroughly, and then moved first to one armpit and then the other. Maggie was breathing heavily, soft moans escaping her lips as Eva let her tongue trail down across her belly.
"Oh, yeah, Eva, baby ... keep going, honey ... suck my pussy, kiss it, lick it, suck it good," Maggie gasped, her legs open, the lips of her cunt open and red in the bramble of her thick, curly pussy-hair.
Eva took her time, teasing Maggie's belly-button with her tongue, and kissing lightly all around the hairy fringe. She kissed the inside of Maggie's fleshy thighs, nipped at the hair along the fringe of her cunt, let the tip of her tongue tickle the ridge on each side of her deep slit, and then clamped her mouth hard over her gaping hole.
"Oh, my God, darling, I thought you'd never get there," Maggie sighed, lifting up to push her crotch even tighter to Eva's open mouth.
Eva rolled her tongue and pushed it into Maggie's hole. It was gooey and wet and Eva knew she was tasting Brick's slime. She sucked the stuff up while Maggie writhed in ecstasy.
She stopped abruptly and lifted her face from the soppy slit. "You're about to come, aren't you Maggie?" she said.
"Goddamn, yes, don't stop now."
"I'm going to lie down on the floor. If you want anymore you'll have to straddle me."
Eva rolled onto her back and opened her legs, two fingers gliding into her cunt. She pushed them to the knuckle and slowly finger-fucked herself while she waited for Maggie. She didn't wait long. Maggie was over her on her knees. She reached down and took Eva's head in her hand, pulling it up to her cunt.
"Now suck me off, you little tart!" she cried.
Eva started sucking, realizing it had been more comfortable the other way. She could feel a deep tingle in her belly and worked hard on Maggie's cunt.
Maggie looked down at her, her eyes glazed. She was near a climax. "I'm almost there, darling and I need to pee something fierce ... okay, honey?" she asked. She looked down and could see the yes in Eva's eyes. "Everyone else got to piss in your face," she said, and let it go at the moment her climax started. It was devastating knowing Eva was taking in the golden shower while she orgasmed.
And Eva was just as thrilled, her own come numbing her body with electric thrills. She spread her mouth open and let the piss flow in. God, it was so perverted to let someone piss in your face ... and so exciting.
"Piss ... piss ... piss," Maggie gasped, "so good to piss while you're coming. Take it all, little Eva, I have a gallon!"
Eva sucked until Maggie was through, her fingers ramming in and out of her cunt with animal ferocity. It just seemed she couldn't get enough, couldn't come enough times; she had already come three distinct times since Maggie started flowing, and she was sure she could keep it up as long as the fat broad lasted. But Maggie stopped, dropping Eva's head to the floor with a thump. Maybe it was the thump, maybe not, but Eva suddenly felt disgusted. She felt disgust for Maggie and Brick, for herself, and most of all, at the taste of her mouth. She knew she had gone too far and decided that this would be her last visit to the Magee's.
"I've got to be getting home," she said, and got to her feet.
She managed to get dressed and out of the apartment, leaving Maggie still on the floor and Brick slouched half-asleep in the chair. She leaned against the wall in the hall to keep from falling, her head reeling. "Still a little tight, gotta sober up," she muttered, shaking her head so she could see to the end of the hall.
Somehow, she got home without wrecking the car, took a cold shower, gargled four times with mouthwash, and had supper ready when Martin got home. Martin had stopped for a drink with a guy from the office and was a little tight himself, so he didn't notice that Eva was still half-drunk.
"Double standard bastard," she muttered.
He fell asleep on the couch right after dinner. She left him there and went to bed. He awakened the next morning, cold, stiff-necked, and angry. He showered, shaved and got dressed. Eva was already in the kitchen.
"What are you doing up so early?" he growled.
"I thought I'd get you some breakfast."
He stared at her, wondering what she was up to. No good, he thought, and slapped her hard across the face.
"What's that for?" Eva cried.
"For leaving me on the couch," he said. "And this is because I enjoy slapping you around now and then." He hit her again, knocking her to the floor.
Eva wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked at the red stain on her fingertips. "If you ever hit me again, I'll leave you," she said.
"What?"
"I said, I'll leave you, you sonofabitch. I'll divorce you and take everything you've got. Now get the fuck out of this house and don't come back until you've made up your mind how it's going to be."
"Eva, honey...." Martin whined. "Get out, get out!" she screamed.
Martin left meekly.
Martin came home that night with flowers and apologies. Eva acepted his apology, but refused to fuck him. Martin was no longer sure of himself and not really violent by nature enough to go ahead and beat the shit out of her. He slept on the couch again.
The next night she let him back in her bed but refused to let him touch her. She waited until the lights were out and then slid her hand down between her legs. Goddamn, that feels nice, she thought, sliding her finger back and forth in her deep gash. It delighted her that she could jerk off lying beside him without his knowing. She had an orgasm in a few short minutes and dropped off to sleep.