Chapter 8
"She's much too young for that," Ingrid said to Justin. "I don't mind the two of you dating, but I think it's awful that you . . . that you sleep together."
Justin snickered. "We don't sleep together, we fuck."
"Justin, don't!"
They were alone in the Paulsen living room. Ingrid had just learned about Justin and Christie and she was extremely upset. She didn't like the idea of Christie turning into a little sexpot. That was what Justin had intimated. He said Christie was passionate and always eager for sex.
"It's awful," Ingrid said.
The boy rolled his eyes at her. "Ingrid, I didn't come over here to get a lecture about Christie."
"I don't like you having sex with her."
"If she's not fucking me, she'll be fucking some other guy. You're better off if it's me. At least you know me. Anyway, maybe you're just jealous because I'm balling both of you."
"Don't be stupid."
He snickered again. He leaned back on the sofa, stretched his legs out and pointed at the bulge in the crotch of his jeans. "You said you were going to give me some head."
"Maybe I changed my mind."
"The hell you have." He rubbed his crotch with his hand. "Come on, doll, I need it. You got me thinking about it and now I'm not leaving until I get it."
He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly and pushed his jeans and shorts down to uncover his cock. His prick was hard, standing straight up towards his belly button and dripping at the tip.
Ingrid looked at the boy's dick with lust in her eyes. She did want it. She had an urge to swoop down on it to get the juice leaking out of his pisshole. But she told herself she needed to be a little more sedate with him. She was always embarrassed afterwards by the way she behaved with him. He was only a boy, after all. Not much older than her own daughter. And now she'd learned he was fucking Christie and that was disturbing.
But she went down on him. Ingrid bent her head over Justin's lap and took his pink cock in her mouth. The boy groaned as she rolled her tongue over his swollen knob. Ingrid sucked his cockhead and then dropped her mouth down to take all of his prick. She raised his balls with her fingers, pulled at his ball-bag while she sucked his stiff prick.
Finally she pulled her lips away. "I suppose you want to go off in my mouth."
Justin grinned at her. "Sure, why not?"
"You're too sure of yourself, Justin."
"Bullshit. You like it as much as I do. You like sucking cock. Tell me about my father. Do you get a big load out of him when you suck him off?"
Ingrid blushed. "You're horrible!"
"Go on, finish it. Suck me off and finish it."
She went down on him again, her fingers jacking his cockshaft and her lips pulling on his fat knob, and in a few moments his hot jism spurted out of his cock to fill her mouth and slide down her throat.
Oh God, I do love it! she thought. She loved the taste of it and the smell of it and the feel of a hot cock in her mouth.
She sucked his load and swallowed it and then after that she made him pull his pants up and go home.
Later that afternoon Christie came home and Ingrid confronted her. "We need to talk."
"About what, Mom?"
Ingrid made the girl sit down with her in the living room. They sat on the same sofa where only two hours before Ingrid had sucked off Justin. Ingrid quivered as she remembered how thick and tasty the boy's load was. He had much richer spunk than his father.
"I'd like to talk about Justin," Ingrid said.
Christie looked at her. "What about Justin?"
"About you and Justin."
"Is something wrong?"
"I know all about the two of you having sex together."
Christie made a face, a look of exasperation. "Oh Mom!"
"Darling, it's not right."
"That's ridiculous, Mother. I'm old enough to have sex and Justin is the nicest boy I know."
"He's too . . . mature for you."
"Is that what you think?"
"Yes, that's what I think."
"Well, maybe I can't blame you, because he's fucking you too and I guess you certainly think he's mature enough for that."
Ingrid gasped at the sudden revelation that Christie knew all about her affair with Justin. "Oh God!"
"We won't talk about it any more," Christie said. The blonde teenager rose up and walked out of the living room.
After dinner that evening, when Ingrid and Eric were alone, Eric started talking about his job.
"I think I may get a promotion."
Ingrid was happy for him. "Darling, that's wonderful."
"Old man Brewster called me in and said he's thinking of putting me in charge of the sales department. He said he wants to talk it over with Roy first, and if Roy gives the okay I'll get the job."
"Roy will certainly support you," Ingrid said. "I don't know."
"Darling, he likes you. He told me so himself."
"When did he say that?"
Ingrid felt the heat in her face. "Just a few days ago. I was out in front of the house and we said hello. He said things were working out for you at the company and he thought you were a great asset."
Eric beamed. "Is that what he said?"
Ingrid hated the deception. She hated the idea that she was fucking Roy behind Eric's back. But Roy had really said something like that. Not while they were standing in front of the house. Oh no, not quite. She'd been in the kitchen bent over one of the counters with Roy's cock in her ass. He's used margarine. He'd had her wailing and groaning with his cock in her ass while he talked to her about Eric's future with the company.
In any case the news that Eric might get a promotion was exciting. Ingrid thought about it all evening and then again the next morning. Shortly before noon Helen telephoned and invited Ingrid to have lunch with her at the Brewster house. Ingrid accepted. She always accepted. She always accepted when Helen invited her to do anything. But this time there was something more involved than just her willingness to do Helen's bidding. Ingrid told herself she might have a chance to put in a good word for Eric. Helen could easily push Roy to approve Eric's promotion.
So halfway through lunch, Ingrid started talking to Helen about Eric.
"He works so hard at his job," Ingrid said. "Don't you think he ought to get that promotion your father-in-law is talking about?"
Helen smiled. "I think Eric ought to get whatever he wants."
"Then you might talk to Roy about it. Roy will listen to you. Eric says if Roy approves he'll get the promotion."
"Is that what Eric said?"
Ingrid looked at Helen and she had the sudden idea that maybe Helen was toying with her. "Eric deserves a break."
"Darling, we all deserve a break. Let's finish our lunch and then we'll have a drink and get some sun. Or would you rather stay indoors?"
"I think I'd rather stay indoors today." a
"In my bedroom?"
"Yes, that would be fine." Helen smiled. "You see how accommodating I am?"
They both knew what the agenda would be. Ingrid had know it the moment she'd walked into the house and Helen had kissed her and patted her ass. She knew very well she was there for more than lunch. She thought of Eric and she told herself it was all for him. She didn't mind doing it but it was still mostly for him.
So an hour later there they were in Helen's bedroom with Helen on her back and Ingrid's face between Helen's thighs.
They were both naked. Helen kept her knees pulled back to her tits as she complimented Ingrid's active tongue. "Oh that's lovely, darling. Lick it all the way up and down like that. Up and down and around and around! Mmmmm, I love it! I do love the way you suck my box!"
Ingrid was hot. She sucked Helen's clit and cunthole and she even licked and sucked the brunette's dark little asshole. Ingrid told herself if she gave Helen a big come maybe Helen would go along with her suggestion to talk to Roy about Eric.
Helen had her big come, the hot juice gushing out of her cunt and drizzling over Ingrid's face, but there was no need for Helen to talk to Roy about Eric because when the suck-off was finished Ingrid turned and almost fainted when she saw Roy Brewster standing there in the bathroom watching them.
"Like two lovebirds," Roy said. He grinned at them. He winked at Ingrid.
"Oh God!" Ingrid said.
Helen snickered and tried to calm Ingrid down.
"He's seen me with a woman before," Helen said to Ingrid. "There's no need to be upset."
"My God, it's awful!" Ingrid said. She covered her naked body with the sheet. She'd been having an affair with each of them for months, but the idea of being with both of them at the same time was something new and frightening.
Roy started undressing. "Take it easy, Ingrid."
"I think I'd better leave," Ingrid said.
Helen smiled and patted Ingrid's hip. "Darling, you can't talk about leaving. Not now."
"I'm not ready for this," Ingrid said. Helen laughed. "Oh yes you are. I've never seen anyone more ready in my life. Now don't make a fuss or I'll get annoyed. This is no time to turn righteous on us."
Once again Ingrid thought about Eric. If she angered the Brewsters now she would ruin his chances at a promotion. She knew how vindictive Helen could be. So they wanted an orgy. Was it really that awful?
Roy had his clothes off now. He stood there near the bed with his hairy body showing its muscles and his big cock dangling like a heavy pipe over his dark hairy balls.
"We don't want to force you into anything," Roy said to Ingrid.
"That's all right."
"Are you sure?"
Ingrid stared at his cock. "Yes I'm sure."
Helen made Ingrid eat her pussy again. Then while Ingrid knelt between Helen's legs, Roy climbed on the bed behind Ingrid and started kissing her back and ass. He drove his cock up Ingrid's cunt with a single sure thrust. A whimper came out of her throat as he started fucking her, the whimper muffled by Helen's oozing snatch.
It was something new for Ingrid. She had her face buried in a cunt while she had her own cunt rammed by a cock from behind. She wasn't sure which end to focus on. She found it incredibly exciting to have something going on at both ends of her body like this. Pussy at one end and cock at the other. She did like sucking a wet cunt. There was something so earthy about Helen's gash. And Roy was so virile. He had such a strong cock. Now all that fuss about Eric getting promoted seemed unnecessary. She wanted to enjoy this because it was fun. She hoped Eric would get his promotion but the pleasure she was having now was more important.
Roy paced himself. He was in no rush. There would be plenty of fucking before he was finished. He amused himself by toying with Ingrid's little asshole. She was so prim and proper when she was dressed and standing up, but when she was naked and bent over like this she was just a horny slut with a creamy ass and a blonde cunt and a tight little asshole. Still tight enough after all the action it was seeing lately. He pushed his thumb inside Ingrid's ass and twisted it around in her shit-tube. She rolled her hips around to let him know she liked it. He watched the way her asshole sucked at his probing thumb. He kept fucking her cunt with his eyes on her sucking asshole.
Roy finally pulled his cock out of Ingrid's cunt. He pulled Ingrid away from Helen's pussy.
"Now it's Helen's turn to get fucked," he said.
Helen giggled. "How do you want me, lover?"
"Bending over," Roy said.
Helen giggled again. She rolled over, raised herself on her knees and stuck her ass out. "In my ass?"
"Sure, why not?" He smiled at Ingrid. "Lick her asshole."
Ingrid turned pale. "Oh Roy."
"Christ, you do it when you're alone with her, so what's the difference? She says you get off on rimming her. Didn't you say that, Helen?"
"Yes I did," Helen said.
"Suck her asshole," he said to Ingrid. "Get some spit in there so I can fuck it."
Ingrid knew she was lost. She knelt behind Helen and started working on the brunette's ass. She licked up and down Helen's asscrack. Then she pursed her lips over Helen's grommet, stuck her tongue inside and blew some spit up the brunette's shithole. It seemed so crazy to be getting Helen's ass ready for her husband's cock. Crazy and exciting.
When Helen's asshole was ready, Roy made Ingrid take hold of his cock and suck it.
"Get some spit on it, baby. You provide the lube-job today." He snickered at her as she sucked his cock and dribbled saliva over it.
Finally he was ready. Ingrid placed his cockhead on Helen's asshole and Roy pushed forward. Ingrid was mesmerized as she watched it. She had never seen anything like this, never been so close to it. She watched Roy's big cock slide inside his wife's elastic asshole.
Helen groaned, wiggled her hips and tossed her head as she took Roy's dick up her ass.
"Hold my balls," Roy said to Ingrid.
She was thrilled at the idea. She reached around behind him and between his thighs to get her fingers on his big nuts. She held his hairy ball-bag while he fucked Helen's ass.
Roy kept his cock moving, kept his dick fucking in and out of Helen's wide open ass. He was into it now and his intention was to dump his first load in Helen's shitter. He squeezed her hips with his hands and grunted as he slammed her ass with his belly. In a few moments he roared as he squirted his fuck-cream up Helen's shit-tube.
When Roy and Helen broke apart, Helen said she wanted Ingrid on her knees with her ass in the air. "I'm going to fuck you, darling."
Ingrid was puzzled. She had no idea what Helen was talking about. She watched the brunette leave the bed and go to the bureau across the room. Helen opened a drawer and returned with something in her hand. A dildo with straps attached to it.
"Nine inches," Helen said with a chuckle.
Ingrid's voice was weak. "Helen, you can't!"
"Sure I can. You'll see how good I am. You'll get nine inches of hard cock and the damn thing never gets soft. You can suck Roy's cock while I do it."
Roy snickered. "Christ, let me wash up first."
"Never mind the washing," Helen said. "Ingrid can wash you with her mouth. Darling Ingrid, you want that, don't you?"
So there it was. Roy stretched out on his back and Ingrid knelt over his prick and took it in her mouth. His cock was tasty, all right. He had the taste of his wife's ass all over his dick and Ingrid couldn't miss it.
Helen strapped the dildo on and came behind ns
Ingrid. She fondled Ingrid's pussy, speared her fingers inside Ingrid's cunthole, and then a moment later the brunette drove the dildo up Ingrid's cunt and started fucking her.
Ingrid went wild. Now she had a cock in her mouth and a cock in her pussy. The cock in her pussy was a dildo, but it felt just like a real cock and Helen hadn't lied about knowing how to fuck.
Roy's cock got hard again while Ingrid sucked it. She sucked him off, sucked his cock until she got some jism out of his balls.
Helen kept ramming Ingrid until Ingrid got off, and then Helen jammed three fingers up her own cunt and wagged her hand until she fucked her pussy to a finish.
Ingrid thought Helen looked so wild with that big prick dangling out of her crotch while she had her fingers in her pussy.
Eric will hang me, Ingrid thought. If he ever finds out about this, he'll hang me from a tree!