Chapter 4
As Clay and Angie entered the house he patted Angle's bottom, then they went to the living room where he knew Bette was waiting, though he didn't know how she would be dressed. Both he and Angie gasped at the sight of her.
Bette stood smiling hotly, clad in a short mink jacket which was wide open to display her boldly jutting breasts, and a pair of high heeled shoes. She had lip stick painted her nipples and navel and was a stunning sight. Her husband took her in his arms to kiss and came away with lipstick marks on the front of his shirt.
Smiling, Bette came to Angie, took her in her arms and gave her a kiss which made her tremble. That being kissed by a woman could do that to her, told Angie that she was going to do a lot more than just kiss and would enjoy it.
Bette had drinks prepared for them and she poured a round. While they sipped, Clay had Angie tell what he had done to tease her in his office and they shared a laugh over it.
"Only a real sadist would do that to a horny girl," Bette said, her eyes shining with excitement. "Having just the head of his cock in you, then having him take it out without fucking you must have been torture."
"So you're calling me names again are you," Clay said with a frown which the women knew was pretended.
"Oh, I'm sorry, dear," Bette replied, her face looking serious.
"It's too late to be sorry now, darling. Your ass is going to pay the penalty for your loose tongue."
He began undressing and did not stop until he was naked, his rampant pecker thrusting, his heavy, hairy sac dangling and looking very full. When he told his wife to take her jacket off, she pouted and asked him to give her another chance. As Clay coldly rejected her plea, Angie knew they were playing a game and that it was for her benefit, so she decided to enjoy it.
Clay sat, then his wife was sobbing as she lay across her thighs, displaying a luscious behind, the skin flawless and white, the curves so exciting that Angie wanted to reach for them, to fondle them and even to kiss them, she admitted to herself with surprise but without any degree of shock.
While Clay scolded his wife, he fondled her nether cheeks lovingly and parted them to view her little pink hole and to show it to Angie, who stared hotly, passion taking complete control of her.
"It's been a long time since I've shoved my prick up your arsehole, hasn't it, darling, I'm afraid that one of these days I'm going to have to give you a ass shot to remind you to mind your manners. For this time though, I'll settle for a spanking. I'm saving my cock for Angie's hot little cunt. Ready now, here we go."
He spanked hard and Angie wondered how the woman could take it without crying and wondered too what it was going to be like when her time came to lie bottom up over his lap or Bette's. And then Bette was crying as the slapping hand painted pink roses all over those lovely buttocks and the woman squirmed and kicked, but was never able to move her target area out of reach of the spanking hand.
As Clay's big, open hand continued to rise and fall on the twitching buttocks of his wife, she cried more and more loudly and Angie sensed it was real, not make believe as it had been earlier. Skin that had been turned pink, made the transition to red as each slap of Clay's hand sounded like a pistol shot and Angie felt the effects in her hot crotch which seemed to throb with each slap on Bette's quivering, twitching buttocks as her lovely legs kicked and one shoe flew off.
There, I think that will do for now," Clay said after a particularly hard spank on each cheek. "Come feel how hot a well spanked ass can be," he said to Angie and she hurried to take advantage of the offer.
The silken skin of Bette's ass cheeks was so hot that Angie found it hard to believe that Bette had actually enjoyed the spanking.
"Ooh, darling," Bette said between sobs, "what a yummy spanking thaf was. My ass is still on fire and the tingle is delicious. Please do kiss kiss for me, while the fires are burning."
Helping her to her feet, Clay led his wife to the couch where she lay on her tummy, sighing and making wet, sniffling sounds.
"Let me, Clay," Angie said impulsively as the man bent over his wife, gave her a loving kiss on each hot cheek, then got up and gestured to Angie to help herself. Her heart pounding, Angie held the woman by the hips with both hands and began kissing and licking the hot, silken skin.
After she had kissed both rounds for a long time, the deep crack of the woman exerted a magnetic effect on Angie and she found herself drawing the tingling globes apart so that her tongue could lick deeply in the warm valley. When her tongue found the little pink ring of anus, she played with it and caused Bette to groan and sigh more loudly as her behind began to sway.
"Anyone who can lick an butt like that will be one sweet little cunt lapper," Clay told Angie as he pushed the hem of her dress up and played with her lush bottom, through and around her skimpy little panties.
Pulling Angie away from his wife's bottom, he had her stand and take her dress off. Bette sat up at once and seemed to forget about the tingling needles in her behind as she ate Angie up with her eyes.
"Jesus, Clay," his wife said huskily, "she's just too beautiful to be true."
"She is, isn't she. Now let's see some more of her," he added as he put his arms around Angie and easily unhooked her bra, slipping it off and stepping back.
"Christ, what a set of tits," Bette panted. "She needs a bra about as much as I need a jock strap. Let me feel those beauties, you angel you," she went on as she reached for the stunning breasts and fondled them lovingly while Angie sighed. Her boyfriend's hands had never been nearly so exciting.
"Ooh, Bette," Angie sighed, almost crying with desire, "your hands feel so good. I've never had my tits fondled like this."
"Then come to the couch, angel and you'll have them sucked like they've never been sucked before."
"Better still, darling," Clay broke in, "let's go to our bedroom where there's more room. We can work on her together, one tit each. That should show Angie what heaven is all about."
Amazing Angie with his strength, the man picked her up easily and played with her bottom as he carried her out of the room. As they passed through the hall, Angie emitted a little gasp at the sight of a maid at work there.
"Don't worry about that, dear," Clay told her as she saw the maid looking her over, "this is a very informal sort of household and she's a very special maid.
As he carried her up the stairs, Angie looked back to see the very special maid hurry a hand into her crotch to rub there and since she was not wearing panties, there was nothing to protect her clitoris from her stroking finger.
The bedroom door was open and Clay went right to the oversized bed where he deposited Angie gently on her back, the lay atop her, tucked his strong penis between nylon sheathed thighs and kissed her passionately on the mouth. He got up then and his wife replaced him, kissing Angie with equal passion and making their breasts mash warmly.
It was obvious to Angie that she was not the first woman they had worked on together as one crouched on each side of her and each claimed a breast which they fondled with such erotic intensity that she thought she was going to climax.
And then the thrill was magnified as husband and wife each sucked a breast into their mouths and began to suck. The thrill of having both her breasts sucked at the same time drove Angie wild and her groans and sighs further warmed the quiet room, the only sound to be heard. In addition to the sucking they gave her, they fondled her as well and there seemed to be a hundred hands moving over her thighs and the crotch and front of her panties.
The couple stopped sucking only when Angie groaned that her nipples felt raw and that she couldn't stand more. Kneeling above her, they examined the result of their handiwork and fondled the firm, silken gourds in unison until Clay announced it was time to take Angie's panties off and move on to the next stage of seduction.
"You know, darling," Bette told her as her husband moved down on the bed to strip Angie's panties down her legs, "we're both going to suck your cunt. Does it matter to you who does it first?"
"No, just so long as you both do it."
"Then it will be ladies first, angel. I'm dying to lose my face in that sweet crotch of yours. I'll make you very juicy and I'll suck up all the cunt flavored juice I can find and give you a lapping you'll never forget."
The panties were gone then and Angie threw her legs wide open, but she wasn't to get it in that position she learned as Bette told her to sit up. She did, then Clay lay on his back and licked his lips.
Seconds later, Angie was lying on her back on top of the man, the bottom slopes of her buttocks touching his chin. Bette guided the girl so that her crotch moved closer to his mouth, then she felt his tongue licking in her crotch, close to the bottom of her slit.
"That's just perfect, darling," Bette told her. "This way if any juice trickles out of your crotch, Clay can drink it up. He loves to drink the juice of cunt lapping. So do I, for that matter. Ready now Angel, I'm all set to go down on you," she said and hurried into position.
Angie trembled and sighed as the woman's hand patted her vulva lightly, then it was gone. She felt a smooth cheek brush an inner thigh, felt warm breath in her hot crotch, then two lips touched her core in what began as a light kiss and soon became deliciously intense. From a kiss, it became sucking and then a knowing tongue was licking the surface of her lips and after that it moved right into her slit and began snaking around, driving Angie delightfully out of her mind.
While Bette's tongue went about its erotic business in her vagina, Angie felt another tongue licking in her crotch. That it was possible for two tongues to lick in her crotch at the same time amazed her and with amazement came delight the like of which she had never known, never even dreamed of.
From time to time, Angie felt the woman pausing in her lapping to pour more saliva into her vagina. Each time it more then filled her slit and much of it ran under her, his tongue never still even for a moment.
And then Angie felt her body tensing as it built toward the peak of excitement which it would not be able to sustain and could end only in erotic explosion, one which she sensed was going to establish a new record.
With each extension of tension, Angie gasped and guessed that the next one would do the trick, but time after time, her body managed one more degree as every nerve and muscle in her body went taut, and then came the explosion.
Strong hands captured her breasts and squeezed as her body jerked and threshed madly, her wet crotch rubbing Clay's wet chin. Just as it had taken Angie's body a long time to build up to the orgasm, so did it take a lovely long time to come back down from the peak as tremors raced through her entire being for what felt like hours and the entire world was blotted out completely, leaving her and her orgasm the only two things in the world.
But it did pass eventually and she opened shining eyes to see Bette kneeling up with a hand in her own crotch, fingering herself, her lush breasts bobbing. Tiredly, she dismounted Clay and Watched him licking his lips, a smile of satisfaction on his face.
"How did you like your double licking, angel?" he asked her, but all she could manage by way of reply was a shuddering moan. "Kneel astride my face, Angie," he went on. "I'll admire your ass and tits and crotch until you're ready to be lapped again. When you are, just deliver your tender pussy to my mouth and I'll take it from there. I love to have a beautiful woman sit on my face. Too bad your ass hasn't been warmed yet, but we can get around to that later."
Angie knelt with her crotch directly above his face and he used both hands to fondle her while he raved over her exciting beauty and Angie knew she wouldn't be able to wait long before experiencing the thrill of sitting on his face to have her wet crotch mouthed and tongued again and to experience another shatteringly strong orgasm.
"I'm ready now if you are," she told him as she looked down into his face.
"Bring-it to me angel, but do it slowly. Tease me and make me pant for a face full of the most beautiful crotch in the world."
Behind her, Angie heard Bette panting and grunting as she climaxed and she began to spread her knees and lower her crotch toward the waiting mouth. She did it very slowly, pausing once to tease him by rubbing one hand on her juicy vulva, taunting him with the slowness of her approach, thrilling to the sound of his low, broken groans of desire for her.
His hands reached for her hips to pull her down faster, but she had the advantage of having her knees braced firmly on the bed and was able to resist his efforts, to taunt him with the closeness of her crotch without giving it to him.
When Clay couldn't achieve what he wanted with strength, he used a clever ruse instead, slapping her hard on the left buttock with his right hand. She let out a little yelp of surprise and at the same moment he tugged at her hips and pulled her crotch down onto his face and began sucking.
The moment she felt his mouth on her cunt, Angie forgot about teasing and resisting, wanting only to have the man sucking her like that forever. After a little more sucking, he snaked his tongue into her slit and found that his wife had left Angie more than a little bit juicy as he lapped up all his tongue could reach and felt her body manufacturing more and more liquid refreshment for him.
As her passion mounted, Angie began to move and to ride his face gently, adding to the thrill for both of them. She rode with exactly the same phythm Bette used, he noted, giving enough rubbing motion to make it thrilling, yet not taking her sensitive clitoris away from his eagerly lapping tongue.
Angie became aware when Bette was kneeling close behind her, her arms around her, soft hands fondling her breasts as she whispered warmly, huskily, urging Angie on in her crotch ride of the mans face.
"You're doing it beautifully, darling," a little hiss in Bette's whisper. "When you come, give his face a real rubbing, massage it with your cunt juice, he loves it that way. Any man who--likes a woman to sit on his face loves a hot crotch massage when the woman comes. Keep it up just like that baby, you're doing great."
But Angie was doing even greater than Bette knew as she felt the first grabbing fingers of approaching orgasm beginning to claw within her tummy. They grew in intensity and she began to rub a little harder on Clay's face, then, without warning this time, orgasm swept over her, tearing harsh cries from her throat.
"Rub, baby, rub," Bette hissed. "Smear that hot cunt juice all over his face and make him sticky with it. That's it, baby, that's the way to massage his face with your juicy crotch."
Through the course of her orgasm she gave his face a wet rubbing, then, even after it passed, she went on rubbing, using longer, slower strokes, massaging his face not just with her crotch but with her buttocks as well, smearing them with warm fluid, sharing it with his face.
"Jesus, Angie, you're great, you're a natural. How about letting me ride your face now? You were going to lap me anyway, weren't you?" Bette asked, hopefully while she fondled Angie's breasts, keeping her nipples long and excitingly hard.
"Sure, Bette. It felt so good doing it to Clay. I'm just dying to have you ride my face."
"Then lie down, baby, lie down and let me feed you a face full of steaming hot crotch. That one come I gave myself just put me in the mood for more, a whole lot more."
Hurriedly, Angie dismounted the man and lay beside him, her buttocks feeling sticky on the sheet. She lay trembling with anticipation as Bette came to her, swung a leg over her, then paused to rub the crotch which was posed excitingly above Angie's waiting face.
As the tips of Bette's fingers parted the wet lips of her vulva, Angie stared into her slit and saw a red, wet interior, the place where her tongue would soon be busily lapping, saw the crotch which would cover her face, trapping it and making it warm and sweaty.
Bette's hand was still in her crotch as she began to lower it while Angie licked her lips in anticipation. She told herself that she should be nervous and perhaps even afraid at the prospect of sucking a woman's cunt for the first time, but she experienced nothing but joy and excitement and anticipation as the warm looking crotch of the woman came down. The hand moved out of sight and there was only the thrilling slash of cunt and the thick, moist lips coming down, closer ... closer ... so close....
And then it was on Angie's mouth and she was sucking greedily, rubbing hips and plump, firm buttocks while the hot, wet organ rubbed softly back on her face. Much of Bette's rubbing stopped when Angie's tongue slipped into her slit and she barely moved as Angie licked all around her vagina, moving from the bottom of the slit, deep into the interior, then up to the top where it found her highly sensitized bud and licked it teasingly for a few seconds before setting out on another erotic tour of exploration and bringing more juice into her mouth as her partner groaned and pressed urgently on her face.
"Come back to my clit, baby, come back," Bette panted. "I want it, Angie, I want it bad. Lick it and give me the come I want."
Angie sent her tongue back to Bette's clitoris and it licked thrillingly, slowly until she felt the woman tense, telling her Bette was approaching the edge. She gave her a few fast licks then felt the hot crotch bouncing on her face and rubbing the way she had rubbed Clay's face. All the excitement in the world became distilled into that oh so thrilling experience as Angie gulped air when she could as the crotch and silken buttocks of the woman held her in erotic captivity, rubbing and pressing, smearing sticky fluid all over her face, from her chin to her forehead as the groans and grunts of the climaxing woman added to Angie's ecstasy.
"Rise and shine, sweetie," Clay told his wife, patting her bottom as she continued to rub slowly over Angie's face, long after orgasm has passed. "I've got a bone to bury in that hot little cunt of Angie's."
Bette gave a few more slow rubs with her wet crotch, then got up, reluctantly, her breasts bouncing, and sat on the wide bed, watching as her husband went to the naked beauty, his big penis throbbing stiffily in his right hand.
"Ready for a nice hard cock in your jewel of a cunt?" he asked Angie.
"Readier than I've ever been or ever will be. Christ, how exciting it's going to be to have you fuck me while your wife watches."
"I know how you feel, Angie," he assured her as he knelt between her legs and let her admire his twitching organ. "Think how thrilling it is for me to sit on the bed and watch another man feeding his prick up my wife's cunt, listening to her groaning with ecstasy while he fucks her. It's the same for Bette. She'll go wild while she watches me fucking you."
"You can believe that, angel," Bette assured her. "In fact, I'll bet I come before you do. Raise those beautiful legs right back over your body so I can lie close to your ass and watch Clay feeding that lovely big prick to you. I want to see your little cunt stretch and watch your squirm. When he pumps his hot cream into you, I want to watch it trickle between the cheeks of your butt. There's nothing more thrilling that that."
Angie brought her legs up over her body, presenting her wide open crotch invitingly. Clay paused to stare, then moved closer and came down slowly onto her lush, naked body which shone with perspiration and was just a little slippery as he lay atop her.
Not wanting to hurry, he teased Angie by playing around her crotch with his velvet headed monster, then it rubbed back and forth on the lips of her vulva for a while before he paused, found the slit and, just as he had done earlier in the office, he slowly pushed the head into her.
"Oh how that sweet, tight little cunt is being stretched," Bette commented, her face close to Angie's left buttock.
"Ooohhh, yes," Angie sighed, then her partner fed her another inch of stiff cock and she sighed again as her arms tightened around him and her body jerked with hunger, wanting more and more of what was invading her churning cunt.
Clay gave her more, a little at a time until she had it all and he felt her strong vaginal walls closing around it, strangling it, sucking on his cock as she alternately tensed and relaxed. He knew Angie could actually suck him off if he just lay there and allowed her to do it, but that was a novelty he chose to postpone for another time as he began to stroke then, slowly, savoring each thrilling motion of his throbbing joint in the tight sheath of Angie's almost virginal cunt, delighting in the way she trembled and sighed, panting with delight and urging him on.
Angie surprised herself by recalling the two times Chuck had done it to her and decided it wasn't the same act at all. The first one had brought her only pain while the second time, he had merely used her. Clay, on the other hand, was obviously a master lover and as his big penis stroked slowly in her, stretching and more than filling her, it was poetry and ballet and every possible form of classic art; heaven, hell and purgatory melded into the most exquisite sensation she had ever known.
"Oh Clay," she panted, "I'm going to come. I'm going to come while your big cock is fucking. Oh yes, lover, keep doing it and make me come. I'm ... oh ... uh ... now ... uh ... NOWWWWWWWW . . uh ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... " she gasped, her body jerking and trembling in hot orgasm.
Clay paused, his tool buried in her, waited until she passed the peak of her climax, then he changed his style and began giving her a fast ride, his strong rod pistoning fast, his heavy body crushing and thrilling her as he pounded in her crotch until he tensed, held for a moment, then ground down hard on her, ramming his cock all the way home, twitching and jerking in her hot crotch, grunting and gasping for air as her tight organ took all he had to give her, then sucked for more, making him weak so that, in self defence, he had to pull the wreckage of his erection out of her cunt before she made him faint.
As he rolled off her, Bette moved fast and held Angie's thighs up and open. She saw the juice trickling toward the valley of the girl's buttocks and moved fast to catch it with her tongue before it could escape.
After she had licked it all up, she fitted her mouth to the course, sent her tongue inside to lap up more and went on doing it until Angie climaxed yet again.