Chapter 12
Violet Montrose looked about the tastefully furnished room with an approving eye while Chuck Newman poured drinks and carried them back, handing one to her. She eyed him over the rim of the glass.
"I'm not sure we did the right thing," she murmured, "coming here to Shirley's apartment. I think we should have stayed at the house."
Chuck shook his head. "It's a lot safer this way," he insisted. "If they've been shacking up today, he'll come up here with her. I'd rather have it out here than in his own home."
He picked the glass from her hand and pulled her close against him, working his swelling cock over the pouting mound of her tender cunt. Violet slipped her arms about his waist.
"Keep that up," she whispered, "and I'll have you in the bedroom before you can unzip your pants."
He nipped the tip of her nose with white teeth. "Promises!" he chuckled. He pushed her down onto the soft sofa and cupped a breast through the thin dress as he kissed her.
Violet's hand sought the outline of his cock, squeezing and rolling the throbbing shaft, finally fumbling with his zipper and pulling it down so she could worm her hand inside. She drew the engorged phallus out of its hiding place and began stroking it, sliding the loose skin about the inner hardness.
"Damn!" Chuck groaned, his hips stirring. "I want you again, sweetheart."
His hand lifted her dress, and she moved to cooperate with his urgent tugging, releasing his prick to roll her panties down over her lush hips and shapely thigh, dropping them in a tiny ball beside the sofa. Her dress about her waist, she settled her hips and lay back, draping one slender leg over the back of the sofa, baring the moist invitation of her cunt.
Panting with desire, Chuck pushed his trousers and shorts down to his ankles and crawled on top of her, guiding his stiff tool into the welcoming lips of her eager pussy and ramming it home.
"Oh, darling!" she moaned, her ass working beneath his deep satisfying thrusts. "I can't get enough of that prick!"
They were hunching furiously when the door opened, and Dave and Shirley stepped into the room, their eyes widening at the sight of the copulating pair.
Violet choked back a startled scream, and Chuck grated an unintelligible curse, yanking his dripping cock from the spasming grip, and struggling to pull his trousers up over his naked legs.
It was Violet who gained her voice first, her tone angry and accusing. "What did you expect?" she cried, still lying on the sofa with her dress tangled about her waist and her cunt hairs glistening with the Juice of the interrupted fuck.
"You and Shirley take off to ball each other," Violet exclaimed. "Why shouldn't Chuck and I enjoy ourselves?"
Shirley's lips shaped a protest, but Dave's hand on her arm stopped her. Dave nodded his head and said, "Go on, Vi. Let's have the rest of it."
Chuck stood uncertainly beside the couch, gripping his trousers, but afraid to fasten them. His eyes went from Dave's calm face to Violet's angry eyes, drifting down to the moist crevice between her thighs.
"We figured it out," Violet said. "You two have had the hots for each other for a long time. Finally, you decided to do something about it. Well, by god! We can all play that game. If you can ball Shirley, then Chuck can screw me."
Chuck's jaw dropped as Dave's lips curved in a wide grin and he bowed toward his half-naked wife. "Nobody suggested otherwise," Dave said in a conciliatory tone. "I'm sorry we butted in like this."
He turned his mocking eyes to Chuck. "Why don't you take those clothes off, Chuck, and screw her properly?"
Violet gave a startled gasp. "David Montrose! What are you saying?" she cried.
"I'm suggesting that you two go on with what you were doing," Dave replied in a matter-of-fact voice. "We don't mind, do we, kid?"
Shirley shook her head, a slight smile hovering about her lips. She began unfastening her blouse, and Chuck's eyes popped.
"Shirley!" he protested. "What are you doing?"
"I'm joining the club," Shirley said laughingly, shrugging out of the blouse and peeling off the brassiere, waggling her big tits as she slid her skirt down, dragging the pantyhose with it.
Beside her, Dave was undressing with deliberate movements, and before either Violet or Chuck could find words, the pair were naked, and Dave was urging Shirley down onto the rug on hands and knees, climbing behind her to insert his swollen prong between her thighs and into the clutching lips of her cunt. Chuck gave a strangled cry and kicked his trousers from his legs, throwing himself atop the startled Violet and ramming his cock back into her slippery vagina.
Over Shirley's arched back, Dave grinned at the newsman's rapidly pounding hips. "Atta boy, Chuck," he called. "Get it real slick for me. We'll change partners in a few minutes."
"You're mad!" Violet groaned, her ass twisting and bucking beneath Chuck's savage thrusts. "You've all gone insane!"
Chuck gasped as Dave's hands pulled him up and shoved him toward the waiting Shirley, and he gasped again as her warm fingers steered his cock into the much warmer folds of her churning pussy. Wordlessly, he grabbed her around the waist and began fucking her with powerful thrusts.
On the sofa, a moaning Violet found her husband sliding his huge prick into the slippery sheath Chuck had just vacated.
"You're right, Vi," he grinned down into her contorted face, his cock plunging up into her belly with powerful throbs, reaching deeper than Chuck's had managed, and setting her hips to threshing in renewed passion. "We're all crazy."
Violet locked her legs about his pounding hips and clung to him with both arms as she groaned through a wrenching climax. Her eyes batted open, and she kissed him, long and hard.
"Why didn't we go crazy a long time ago?" she demanded, tightening her vagina about his stroking prick.
From the floor, where a panting Chuck still labored over the arched rear of the hunching Shirley, Dave heard his partner's voice.
"It would take a real professor to figure that out."
Dave and Shirley laughed, and Chuck and Violet wondered what was so funny about such a simple remark. Then, they stopped wondering.
They were all too busy coming.