Chapter 4
Because all they'd done since they were married was screw when they weren't working, Johnny and Karen kept their TV in their bedroom, facing the bed. Unknown to Johnny, his passionate blonde wife often got hot when she watched the Six-Million Dollar Man, wondering if his cock was electronic too, and whether it might cost a cool million.
At the precise same moment when Whittaker walked in on his wife and daughter at his house, Karen walked into her bedroom where Johnny lay back on the bed in his shorts, watching three sexy women on TV who were laughingly referred to as Angels. If angels looked like that, he once remarked to his partner Al, God would be walking around with a hell of a hardon.
Karen had just finished the dinner dishes and she was ready for her usual two uninterrupted hours of teasing, caressing, getting hotter than a firecracker, sucking, fucking and then repeating the entire routine, between popcorn, snatches of TV shows, conversation, cigarettes and other trivia.
Once they got in bed, they were there for one reason only, and the rest was just diversion. It was a lifestyle of screwing both she and Johnny liked, which was why they kept both the TV and stereo in the bedroom.
Karen had just finished stripping when the phone rang. She answered it and with an irritated look handed it to Johnny.
"No service calls tonight," she snapped.
Johnny's Lightning TV Service featured twenty-four hour service, a feature that had made the business immensely popular in the county. He and Al had originally instituted it just to build up business. With the intention of dropping the around-the-clock service once they were established. But for one reason or another they'd never dropped it. For one thing, it was extremely lucrative. They charged whopping service fees after hours to discourage night and weekend calls.
For another, Johnny got a lot of his action that way from horny single girls who didn't have dates and who'd heard other satisfied customers talk about him. He and Al alternated the night and weekend calls and tonight it was Johnny's turn.
If he didn't feel like going out, he'd either tell the customer to wait until the next day when the rates were cheaper, or he'd ask Al to take the call. From the fees they charged, they could usually persuade the customer to wait until morning. But this one was a female, and she sounded both a little drunk and a little high.
"The goddamn thing just went blooey!" she giggled. "I've got all these dumb voices and no picture."
"Maybe a picture tube," Johnny said. "You'll save a lot of money if you wait til morning, Miss."
"I don't give a shit about the cost," she slurred. "John Wayne is on the late movie and he always gets me off. How soon can you be over?"
He hestitated, watching Karen seethe, his mind coming to a decision. First, he wasn't sure he was up to a strenuous fucking episode tonight, not with his insatiable wife anyway, not after the Police Chief's wife had worked his dick over. Second, he could use the money. He and Karen were going to buy a house soon.
And third, he had a strong hunch the voice on the phone wanted more than her TV serviced, and if Johnny Edmonds had one fatal weakness, it was curiosity. As wild as Karen was, she was a familiar groove by now, same old luscious tits, same gorgeous swinging ass, same frenzied hot pussy and madly sucking mouth. Young female voice on the phone like this one brought out the reckless gambler in him. How did he know she wasn't a knockout? How did he know she wasn't a fantastically luscious piece of ass? Hadn't his call to the Police Chief's house turned up an incredible fuck?
It was the mystery, the excitement of not knowing, the anticipation that hooked him every time.
"Okay," he said with fake weariness. "Let me have the address."
"Goddamn!" Karen hissed furiously as he scribbled it down. She wasn't quite as angry as she sounded since she'd already been serviced once herself today, but she too had a hunch it might be a pussy-service call as well as a TV-service summons.
It was, Johnny noted, the same addresss where he'd serviced an eager young redhead the other day, a singles' apartment complex.
He hastily put his clothes on, listening to Karen bitch. She added anxiously. "You will hurry back, won't you, Johnny? I'm hot tonight!"
"You're hot every night," he pointed out dryly. "Maybe you'd better get some sleep in case I'm back late, honey."
Meaning in case he doesn't have any left for me, she thought angrily. The truth was, Karen enjoyed the idea of his screwing other girls and fervently wished she could watch sometime. The idea of joining in didn't switch her lust on that much, but just watching her handsome, hung husband plowing a pretty naked girl and hearing her moans of happiness and surprise as Johnny rammed his huge rod home, would make the excited blonde come all over herself. It was, she realized, the sheer pride of possession, but she didn't mind sharing her good luck.
Christ only knew she shared herself with enough men, behind her husband's back.
Johnny kissed his disappointed nympho-wife goodbye, slapped her playfully on her hot, bare ass and went out to the van, his cock already tingling with anticipation. Maybe the girl was a referral from the redhead in the same building, and possibly she'd gone into the back of her set and loosened a tube for an excuse to call, like the redhead. Hell, he didn't care. They paid a minimum fee anyway whether he serviced the set or their throbbing pussies.
The apartment was on the third floor of the complex. The girl who opened the door wore a robe, with a plump cleavage showing. She was petite and generously rounded, small but juicy looking tits, short blonde hair, turned-up nose and a cute figure. She'd be a run-of-the-mill secretary or nurse, Johnny decided.
And she'd fuck like a mink. For some strange reason, girls with her kind of small body always did. They were the bubbling cheerleader types in school, always smiling and laughing, always ready to pump away with athletic zeal. A sort of mindless, energetic lay-hot, fast, and perspiring like a workout in the school gym.
Her eyes sparkled with either alcohol or grass as she let him in. She giggled, and he decided she was very high. There was a half empty gallon bottle of wine on the living room coffee table.
And two glasses, both half full.
"Hi, Johnny Lightning!" she grinned. "Heard all about you from Marge, about how cleverly you fixed her, uh, TV set. My, you are a big one, aren't you?"
She stared boldly at the bulge in his pants. He wasn't fooled by her cuteness. She had an air of smoldering sexiness that hinted she could fuck all night without a breather. And he was definitely primed for her, after tall, leggy Sally, the Chief's wife. It was variety that made the world go round for Johnny and when she turned to pick up her glass of wine, her small but very ripe ass bounced in her robe, prodding his hardon to almost its full length.
"I'm a big one and you're a small one," he grinned.
She gulped half her wine down, her eyes gleaming hotly on him. "Small and very tight," she murmured. "There isn't a goddamn thing wrong with the TV set, stud. As you undoubtedly know. Marge said you were a bull. Is it true what they say about redheads, that they scream at the top of their lungs when they're coming?"
Well, at least she didn't beat around the bush, he thought.
"No louder than any other girl. I prefer blondes myself," he added. "You know I have to charge you for the service call, Amy. I don't want to, but hell, business is business. Besides, my wife knows I'm here."
"I don't mind," Amy smiled, slopping a little wine down her chin. She rubbed it with the back of her hand, her eyes running hungrily up and down his powerful frame. "I'll bet your wife is a honey, too, huh, Johnny? For your information," she added slowly, setting her wine glass down and casually slipping off her robe to stand before him naked, "I can pick up the phone and get at least five guys up here shooting off all over themselves for the privilege of humping me. How do you like it?"
She put her hands on her hips and he nodded, his prick leaped furiously in his pants. Small but very sensuously rounded, the kind of tits and ass that promised a wildly hot pussy. She had a thick curly bush, which was moist now.
"Hell, I like it," he grinned.
"So why don't I pick up the phone and call one of those jerks over here now? Or all five of them?" she asked, refilling her wine glass. She handed it to him, though, and he gulped it down for energy. She spoke as she refilled both glasses to the brim. Johnny had a hunch the other one belonged to Marge, the hot-blooded redhead who lived downstairs.
"I'll tell you why," she said, nodding solemly. "Because I don't get my rocks off with them, Johnny. I need a long comer, because I'm a long comer too. Dig it?"
"I can handle you," he said tersely. He tossed off his second glass of wine, put the glass aside and calmly stripped. He knew before he ever got on top of her that it was going to be one of those contests of stamina, that they were going to sweat like horses and screw like savages.
"All right" she muttered, her eyes blazing on his long, bristling rod. "Ooooh, that's a humdinger! That's the first time Marge ever told me the truth in her life."
She stepped up to him, grabbed his throbbing prick in her greedy fingers and hefted it, moaning as she brushed his crimson knob against her pussy-lips. He clutched her succulent tits in his hands and gently squeezed, watching the rosy nipples rise fast.
"Ahhh, this is gonna be good," Amy muttered, wrapping both her small hands around the length of his gorged meat and slowly, lewdly stroking it, aiming it at her soaked crotch like a battering ram.;
"Let's go to the bedroom," she whispered. She held onto his thick rod with one hand as she led him to her bedroom. He stroked her plump velvety ass, knowing he'd have to ram her there. Her ass wasn't that beautiful, but it was extremely sexy, generous mounds that radiated heat like a furnace.
She left the lamp on the bedside table glowing as she climbed onto the mattress. The small blonde drew up her knees and spread her thighs, beginning to undulate her ass impatiently. Her tight pink cunt glistened with honey, sucking hotly.
No frills, no buildup, no foreplay, no lascivious blowing, just raw, hot and steady sex was all the petite, wild-eyed friend of the redhead wanted, Johnny realized. And that was what he wanted too, after his exhausting encounter with the Police Chief's wife earlier that day. Her dazzling sex-tricks had practically worn him out and he was weary of surprises.
He climbed on top of her and she quickly grabbed his pounding rod. She made a low hissing sound as she slipped his burning knob inside her slippery cunt. For a minute, she moaned and simply hugged the head of his dick in her pussy-lips, squeezing it fiercely. Then with a sharp upward jerk, Amy impaled herself savagely.
"Unnnnngh!" she gasped. "Slow and easy, big boy! Gotta get used to this monster! Mmmmmm, what a whopper, ahhhhh, shit, I'm going to go crazy over this one! Oooooh!"
She locked her legs around his waist as Johnny began fucking her to a leisurely rhythm, a relentless but easy tempo. Her pussy was a fiery, juicy slot beneath his huge rod, throbbing and clasping in hot spasms of excitement.
"Nice," he groaned, resisting the urge to tear deep into her narrow slit. He couldn't possibly force his entire prick in without ripping her in two, but the urge was there because she was so excitingly tight and wet. "Nice-unnnnf! Pussy, Amy, mmmm, you're a wild little fuck!"
"So I've been-aaagh! Told, stud!" she moaned, swinging her ass in wide circles to feel his boiling meat press lewdly in her walls. She'd told the truth when she said she was a long comer. It frequently took the passionate nurse twenty or thirty minutes of straight, strenuous fucking to climax, which was why she was in such a state of torment. Everyone she dated seemed to come in five minutes flat, leaving her seething with frustration.
As a nurse, she had enough medical knowledge to know there wasn't a damn thing she could do about her condition. Except masturbate-and swing with Marge.
"Don't come on me!" she wailed when she felt his prick grow in size and heat in her hotly sucking pussy.
"No sweat," Johnny reassured her. "It always gets bigger inside. Mmmmmmmf, Jesus, you're good, honey!"
He realized as he plunged to a powerful slow rhythm, feeling her burning small tits writhe against his chest, that the term "no sweat" was something of a joke. They'd only been screwing for five minutes and already their naked bodies were covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. But he liked the feel of her sweating hot tits rubbing against his chest, her slippery belly grinding to his. She was raking her nails across his hard ass-cheeks now, just lightly, her moans growing deeper and longer, her cunt becoming more slippery as her juices began to flow freely.
Amy's breathing became deep and hoarse as she hugged and squirmed her tingling pussy on his massive rod. This was different than swinging with Marge, much more satisfying than the immense dildo the redhead used on her. The two girls fucked each other periodically with a spiked artificial cock which was strapped on, but they did it for one reason only-to get their rocks off, not because they enjoyed swinging with the same sex.
It was a matter of sheer desperation for both passionate girls, a temporary solution to both their problems. Amy was a slow comer. Marge simply loved to fuck as frequently as possible. Both sex-problems had a mechanical basis, and the lustful girls solved it by mechanical means. Neither the blonde nor the insatiable redhead went down on each other, although they sucked on each other's tits while using the colossal cock, just to fire their excitement.
But as far as the nurse was concerned, there was absolutely no substitute for the real thing, for a massive throbbing prick lunging inside her like Johnny's. You could fool your pussy for a while when you were aching furiously for a wild climax, but you couldn't fool your mind.
And Amy knew the arrangement she had with Marge wasn't that unusual among single girls. Not all of them used elaborate dildos like the huge red artificial prick-which had some bizarre and thrilling features on it-but a great many girls who used each other to trigger orgasms, would screw each other with vibrators. It was always more fun when someone else did it to you.
Now Amy's velvety flesh was dripping with perspiration as she swung her plump ass faster, snaking her tongue in Johnny's mouth. She could feel her tremendous orgasm building up in her boiling loins and the lust-driven nurse knew it was going to be a terrific, blistering release. His blazing knob was battering her eager cunt ruthlessly now, gorging her tight slit to the utmost and she began fucking with feverish abandon.
"Ah, God, you're a bull!" she wailed, jerking her crammed pussy in rapid spasms of excitement. "Oh, Johnny, you big fucker, oooooh! Oh, yes, faster! Mmmmmm, love it!"
He stayed with her, gritting his teeth with exertion. No wonder she was so hot and frustrated-most girls would have started coming with loud screams long before this. The workout was beginning to fatigue him, but he pounded deep and brutally in her juicy slit, determined to make her come before he did. The hissing, groaning, eagerly pumping blonde would have to marry an electric fucking machine to stay happy, he thought with desperation. His own nympho-wife would have gotten her rocks off a dozen times by now.
"Think-unnngh-think I'm gonna come soon," she moaned. "Let's change positions!"
Grateful for the breather, Johnny slipped his fleshy rod out. Panting, Amy told him to lie on his back, that she'd do the work from now on. He lay back on the mattress and the trembling naked nurse straddled his hips facing him. She slid her dripping cunt down on his upright cock with a loud cry of excitement. She gripped his hips firmly in her hands for support and rode his immense dick like a saddle of ecstasy, in complete control of her own thrills for now.
"Mmmmmmm, you know how to fix a girl, stud!" she hissed, rearing back her head and arching her back as she slammed his thick meat in to the very hilt in her aching pussy. She whipped her soaked cunt up and down on his prick faster and faster, as her elusive orgasm began to fire up in her churning loins.
Johnny clutched her panting, sweating tits in his hands, and rubbed their silken flesh in his fingertips, watching her fat little nipples swell bigger and hotter. He wondered how many men she'd worn out this way with pure physical exertion, how many stiff cocks she had to go through before she could find one that would spark her hot climax. Now that she was doing all the work, swinging her naked, sweating ass in furious gyrations, he knew he could keep erect for another hour if he wanted. The urge to get his rocks off, mainly to rest, had faded.
He was simply a stiff rod lying there while she fucked him feverishly.
He was simply a stiff rod lying there while she fucked him feverishly.
That's the moment he spotted Marge. His eyes bulged and his mouth popped open as his glance strayed to the closet door. The door was open six inches and he clearly saw the redhead, stark naked, peering at them intently. Then her eyes locked on his and they watched each other silently for a few seconds.
"Sonofabitch!" Johnny finally muttered.
Amy didn't respond because she didn't even hear him. She was deliriously aroused now as she pumped her throbbing cunt in a frenzy on his erection, oblivious to everything but the delicious feel of her own gorged slit. She knew Marge was there, of course, and they'd gulped wine up to the last minute when Johnny showed up.
Marge had told the nurse what a terrific piece of action the TV repairman was, and Amy agreed to call him and let Marge watch-but not interfere with her own wild pleasure.
After his first rush of anger-Johnny hated the feeling of being spied on-he suddenly realized he had two naked, madly horny girls in the same room. He beckoned to Marge with his finger and she stepped out of the closet with a look of relief on her face.
The lush redhead was a stark contrast to the small blonde, with massively firm tits and hips which, although they'd turn to sagging fat someday, were now designed by nature to arouse a fast hardon in any man. She was big all over, a fact that intimidated a lot of men, fearing that she was too much woman for them. Which was part of Marge's sex-problem, in addition to having screw frequently.
Her copper-colored pussy-hairs were soaked with her honey, Johnny saw. She'd probably been fingerfucking herself in the closet while she'd watched him and Amy in action.
Without hesitation, the huge-breasted redhead climbed onto the mattress behind the moaning blonde. She knelt between Johnny's spread legs and clutched Amy in a lewd embrace from behind, seizing her panting tits in her fingers and rubbing her wet pussy eagerly to Amy's naked ass.
"Damn you!" Amy cried, startled. But she didn't miss a stroke of her lunging cunt on Johnny's rigid cock and after the initial reaction of surprise, the nurse grew even hotter from the feel of Marge's drenched pussy rubbing her naked ass-flesh and her greedy fingers on her sensitive tits.
Then Marge slid one hand down over Amy's sweating belly and quickly found her pink clitoris. She started stroking the fat little button furiously with her fingertip, and the blonde began screaming softly and shuddering with fierce spasms of lust.
"Ah, yes, Marge! Oooooooh, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna get my-eeeeeeee-rocks off! Unnngh! Ahhhh, shit! Hoooo, I'm, Lord, I'm commmm-iing! Yesssss, fuck me!"
And now Amy whipped her exploding pussy in a frenzy on Johnny's massive looming dick, sobbing and screaming as Marge fingerfucked her while she battered her pussy savagely on the throbbing rod inside her.
Johnny deliberately didn't come. He knew why Marge was helping to get Amy off so quickly-she wanted him for herself next, the sooner the better. And as long as he could just lie here and let two desperately horny girls rape him, hell, he was agreeable.
Clawing his bare hips with her fingernails, Amy wailed and thrashed on his thick rod, gushing her cunt-juice in a flood of wanton ecstasy, coming furiously while Marge thrilled her clit-bud in feverish strokes. The feel of the redhead's burning big tits in her soft back and her moist pussy grinding to her ass continued firing her lust, until with a deep shaking sigh, Amy's fierce climax subsided and she rolled off Johnny, collapsing beside him on the bed.
Now the redhead moved swiftly. She immediately grabbed Johnny's burning meat in her fingers and straddled his hips, taking Amy's place. It had been terrifically exciting to watch the rugged, hung TV man screw the small frantic blonde and she'd gotten so fascinated and aroused she hadn't even masturbated. She knew Amy would run out of steam eventually, and now it was her turn, by God.
She slipped her madly sucking pussy down on his erection with a sharp cry of excitement. She reached behind her with one hand to clutch his hard, swollen balls and she began jiggling and hefting them in her fingers, gently, while she slid up and down on his thrilling prick.
"Ah, Johnny!" she moaned, cramming her slit with greed, "Ooooooh, honey, how I missed this! Mmmmmmm, fuck me! Fuck me, stud, aaaah, your big hot dick, oooh!"
Johnny reached up and squeezed her huge bouncing white tits in his fingers, his cock pounding with raw lust now, able to meet any challenge now that he'd found his second wind. He'd always had what they called a second wind, a reserve of powerful sex-stamina that enabled him to screw for hours, but it was his fiercely hot wife who'd developed it for him. She'd fucked him so much in the first few months they'd been together that he had to get a second wind or end up in a hospital.
"Yeah, Marge, work it!" he groaned, rubbing her creamy tits together, hoisting the slippery mounds like hot melons. "Fuck away, honey! Mmmmmmm, good pussy, ah, work it!"
Beside him, Amy began to stir once more, having caught her breath after her shattering climax. She was once more getting madly aroused as she watched her best friend swing her huge curved hips in bliss, watched her pink sucking pussy obscenely swallow his crimson prick, leaving it shining with her juices each time she slid up.
With low sobs of excitement, Amy sat up and pushed Johnny's fingers away from Marge's swollen fleshy tits. She grasped one enormous, panting tit in her mouth and sucked frantically, bringing a cry of lewd happiness from the redhead's throat. She bit the nipple and tongued it, growing feverishly hot again. While she sucked on the velvety huge tit, she groped for Johnny's hand and found it. She brought it down to her dripping crack and made urgent fucking motions, and he quickly understood.
Now Johnny began to fingerfuck the nurse while she ravenously sucked on the redhead's heaving tits. He could barely get two fingers in her tight, frenzied cunt and Amy began jerking wildly on his stiff fingers, at the same time cramming her eager mouth with Marge's juicy tit.
A small burning fountain of cunt-juice poured onto Johnny's fingers from Amy's furiously sucking pussy, while Marge began gushing her honey onto his now-battered prick. The bedroom was becoming a din of moans and sobs and grunts and the mattress heaved furiously beneath the two thrashing naked girls and Johnny.
Still Johnny didn't come. He was solidly into his second wind now and his prick stayed massively hard with a will all its own, in spite of Marge's wildly sucking pussy throbbing and coming all over him, in spite of her lustful fingers coaxing his balls. Both girls were climaxing now, Amy squirming her succulent slit in a mad dance on his stroking fingers and issuing wild moans as she sucked on a delicious hot tit, Marge gasping and raving as she erupted her boiling honey.
"Ooooooh, crazy fuck, Johnny! Ahhh, want your loving prick forever! Ooooooh! Unnnng! Hot meat, mmm!"
The redhead wasn't nearly as tight as the nurse, but she made up for it in sheer frantic sex-power, hugging and squeezing his immense rod in violently thrilling spasms.
Panting furiously, Amy slipped her mouth away from Marge's creamy bouncing tit and tugged at her shoulders.
"My turn!" she sobbed. "Get off, dammit, it's my turn!"
"I'm-ooooh-not done yet, dammn you!"
"You're done, you greedy bitch!" Amy cried, desperately wanting to shove Johnny's thick cock up her eager pussy once more.
"No!" Marge shouted. "I want his rod up my ass! He's gotta fuck me in the ass, Amy! I'm not done, dammit!"
Johnny watched the two feverish girls fight over him, shaking his head. He knew he'd have to get his rocks off soon or the orgy would turn into a wild brawl, but once his second wind took hold, his huge prick felt like a rock and it took some exceptional thrills to trigger his ejaculation. And his sexy, furiously horny young wife was waiting for him at home too.
He knew then what he was going to do-the first time he'd do it in his life.
It was the lust redhead who won the argument over possession of his massive hardon, using blunt determination. She raised her hot ass up to release his cock and, grasping it firmly in one hand, guided his knob against her puckered asshole. For a minute she moaned, feeling it throb with obscene power against her tiny anus.
Then she slammed down on it, with a squeal of pain-bliss.
"Uhnnnf! Ooooh! Kee-rist, Johnny!" she wailed, trying to catch her breath as the mass of fiery rod pounded deep in her impaled ass. She wriggled her asshole lustfully on it and after a minute the intense pain gave way to furious passion.
Then she began lunging on his hard dick with sharp cries of excitement, her steaming bowels writhing and churning on his hot erection, her swollen tits bouncing with her efforts.
Beside Johnny, the blonde watched with seething anger. Goddamn selfish cow! That's what she got, Amy told herself bitterly, for letting the bitch watch. She leaned over to Johnny and whispered huskily in his ear:
"Hey, stud, how about eating my pussy at the same time? Give a girl a break, huh, honey?"
Johnny shook his head firmly. "Sorry, baby, but I've already had dinner. My wife is going to be dessert."
"Ooooh, it's so good up my ass!" wailed Marge, feverishly stroking her own tits in a display of obscene delight. "Mmmm, big and hot, unnnng! Shoot it in me now, Johnny, now!"
"Bitch," muttered Amy furiously. Her eyes blazed with a sudden idea. She clambered off the bed and went to her closet, poking around inside for a minute.
It took a savage effort of will not to shoot in the redhead's luscious, boiling asshole, but Johnny gritted his teeth and hung on, while Marge bounced and jerked and thrashed her huge, sweating ass on his hardon. She was beginning to climax again from the mass of meat stinging her bowels, the fierce burning sensation almost ramming to the pit of her belly and sparking wild explosions in her loins. She was a big, healthy girl, a secretary, and she needed a big healthy prick to keep her happy.
But she was so eager to screw that men simply took advantage of her, putting her down on their list for emergencies. They figured Marge would spring any time so they hunted juicier pastures, keeping her on the string until they were desperate. In retaliation, the passionate redhead refused to let a man come around for seconds unless he gave her forty-eight hours notice. The result was something of an impasse, which left the frustrated secretary, a pushover in her own words, clinging to her dignity but hotter than hell.
She was desperately trying to make Johnny shoot in her tingling ass now, hugging her anal muscles on his thick rod feverishly, swinging her generous mounds to a frantic tempo while she came in blissful spasms of her cunt.
Finally Marge, covered with dripping perspiration, climbed off Johnny and collapsed beside him with an exhausted moan. "Don't go home tonight," she implored, stroking his brick-hard cock in her fingers greedily. "You can sleep with me and Amy, stud."
"I could also put my prick in a meat grinder," Johnny pointed out dryly. "Now I know this sounds silly, but I'm saving myself for marriage. I'm keeping my hardon for my own wife, for the first time. Both you girls got off, so you shouldn't have any complaints."
"Well, you sure are hell of a nice guy," Marge said, touched with emotion. "Here you are, screwing half the girls in town, I'll bet, and you're thinking of your own wife! I'll bet she never even looks at another guy."
Johnny got off the bed, stretching his powerful frame. His cock hovered out like a red blazing banner. "Of course not," he grinned. "She's got enough right here to keep her busy day and night."
He would remember those smug words later on and they'd burn like acid in his brain. His sexy, madly passionate blonde wife was playing his own game a hell of a lot better than he was....
Suddenly Amy came out of the closet and Johnny blinked his eyes in disbelief. She looked curiously bizarre with a gigantic red dildo strapped onto her hips in a harness. The curved monster had scores of tiny mounds covering it enormous length, and poised in front of her like a crimson cudgel it looked twice as large because of Amy's petite nakedness.
"Jesus!" muttered Johnny. "What in the hell is that?"
"That's Romeo," said Amy, her eyes gleaming on Marge's eager pink pussy. "Marge can't seem to get enough cock tonight so I thought I'd fix her once and for all."
Johnny dressed but he didn't leave just yet, fascinated by the two naked girls. The moment Marge saw the giant prick, she began to tremble eagerly. She spread her fleshy thighs wide and drew up her knees high, weaving her ass in invitation. Johnny knew something violent was bound to happen, because Amy had been seething with fury earlier.
The nurse knelt between the redhead's spread thighs, casually explaining the dildo to Johnny while she dipped two fingers into Marge's steaming pussy and spread her juices over the monstrous cock for ease of penetration.
"It's battery-operated like a vibrator, see, but the little spikes on it drive a girl out of her mind. That, and the red button beneath the base. It triggers a tiny electric shock, see? And when you're getting your rocks off and that jolt of current hits your pussy, you explode like a rocket to the moon. Isn't that right, Marge?"
"Ooooh, absolutely!" squealed the redhead, licking her lips and shivering with anticipation. For the first time, it occurred to Johnny that Marge wasn't very bright. Amy was reeking with vengeance, and Marge would have to be incredibly dumb to let her near her with that obscene baseball bat strapped on.
"Gimme the jolly red giant!" Marge cried impatiently, digging her heels firmly into the mattress, her massive tits heaving with excitement. "Go to it, honey!"
"Remember, darling, you asked for it," Amy murmured. She lay on top of the shuddering redhead's slippery, naked flesh and switched the dildo on. It hummed and quivered as the blonde slipped the head of it inside Marge's dripping slit. Abruptly Marge was screaming and panting with furious lust as her cunt eagerly swallowed as much of the monstrous cock as it could manage.
Above her, Amy sucked on the redhead's fat hot tits as she stroked deeper and deeper, her anger fusing with fierce excitement. Neither of them was tempted to eat each other's pussies, but both of them eagerly enjoyed sucking on each other's tits and being on the receiving end of the electrified prick. But right now Amy was ecstatic to be on the giving end of the monster, feeling a weird sense of power and cruelty for what she was going to do to her best friend. She'd teach the greedy bitch to steal sex from her!
Suddenly Amy pressed the red button beneath the dildo and Marge's hot sweating ass rose high off the bed and quivered madly for a few seconds.
"Aaaaaagh! Oooooh too much! Coming, honey, eeee!"
And just as suddenly Amy switched it off, resuming her savage fucking strokes. Marge was sweating profusely and sobbing and squirming in a fever of excitement beneath her now, getting ready for her hottest orgasm.
Johnny tensed, knowing what was coming. Poor dumb Marge!
It came a few seconds later. Amy suddenly jerked back, withdrawing the honey-covered dildo completely from her lust-crazed cunt.
"No!" Marge screamed, clawing at Amy's naked plump ass with tortured fingers. "Gonna get my rocks off! Don't stop, don't tease me, dammit I-ungh? Oooooh? Aaaagh!"
Vengeance contorting her smooth face, Amy quickly found the redhead's tender asshole with the tip of the spiked cock. In one vicious thrust she impaled Marge's huge ass, leaving her partner stunned with agony, trying desperately to catch her breath, jolts of white-hot torment ripping deep in her boiling bowels.
"So you like it up the ass, huh, Marge?" Amy taunted with triumph and mad power. "Can't wait to get a big prick up your fat butt, huh, you greedy bitch? Well, this will teach you to steal my sex, honey!"
And Amy switched on the red button to deliver ten blood-curdling volts of terror up the redhead's lush ass. She held the button for almost thirty seconds, feeling Marge's soft flesh quiver insanely beneath her, hearing her whimpers for mercy with lewd delight.
Suddenly Marge's face took on a look of crazed ecstasy. "Yes!" she cried, stroking Amy's tawny ass feverishly in her fingers. "Yes! I like it! Oooooh, it hurts! Hurts wild! But I LIKE it! Gonna come, honey, gonna shoot, unnnng!"
The blonde nurse stared down at her victim in total disbelief. Sonofabitch! Marge was so horny she was getting off on the pain! And she wasn't faking it, her thick lips were moving soundlessly with a silent scream of lust now, her eyes were glazed with depraved joy, her naked flesh was shuddering deliriously, her soaked cunt was grinding with a fierce orgasm to Amy's hot pussy.
Johnny shook his head as he watched the obscene spectacle, and a broad grin crossed his face. Amy's plan of vengeance had backfired and now she was madder than hell, ramming the giant dildo furiously up Marge's fat, luscious ass while the redhead thrashed in bliss on the sweat-soaked mattress.
"I'll send you a bill tomorrow," Johnny called to the savagely fucking nurse. She didn't even glance at him as he left. Outside the singles' complex, he took a deep breath of the cool night air.
"Crazy broads," he muttered aloud as he swung his van away from the curb and headed home. Thank Christ, his wife wasn't like those two. Madly passionate, yes, deeply grateful for getting his huge rod up her gorgeous ass, yes, hardly ever able to get enough of his big dick, true, but never crazy like those two sex-obsessed swingers.
He was proud of himself for saving his load for Karen, and he told himself it had worked out very nicely. The nurse would get hit for a night service-charge, he'd gotten to screw both horny girls, had watched their bizarre act long enough to get even more excited and now he was ready for his beautiful faithful young wife.
He remembered Marge's remark about Karen and he had to laugh aloud. Why the mere idea of his sweet, innocent wife screwing around behind his back like a common tramp or a nympho was downright ridiculous!
Even at twenty-six with scores of eager hot girls behind him, even with a reputation as the town stud with both lusty singles and frustrated housewives, even with his rugged good looks and huge rod, Johnny Lightning had a great deal to learn about women....
And he would, with a shock he'd never forget.