Chapter 3
"You're doing very well with your lessons, Marci," Carl Holt said. He stood behind her. She sat on the piano bench in front of the old upright, and his nearness made her shiver, as usual.
"Oh, I'm glad, Mr. Holt!" she gushed nervously.
She had worn very tight pants and a snug jersey, and her tits poked away out. He could hardly keep his eyes off them!
"Call me, Carl, please," he murmured, leaning down so his lips were not too far from her left ear. The big house was very quiet; usually the sounds of pianos, violins or guitars could be heard. Monday, was a slow day, evidently.
"Well, if you want me to," Marci said. Her pussy was wet, her clit ached!
"What would you say if I gave you a little kiss, Marci?" he whispered right in her ear.
"Oh!" she gasped. "I--I'd love it!"
"Don't tell anyone," he murmured. "You know how this town is."
"I sure do!" she breathed.
"Would you meet me sometime, away from Seaside?" he said, his hands now resting on her shoulders. His touches sent stings of excitement up and down her body!
"Yes!" she breathed.
"I'll set it up and call you," he said.
She remembered how snoopy and inquisitive Helen was. "Let me call you, Carl."
"Good," he sale. He sat beside her on the piano bench and his left arm slid around her waist. Ohhhh! As he aimed his mouth at hers, she shuddered and opened her eager lips. He claimed her mouth, his tongue stroked boldly inward and she whined with joy!
It was just as exciting as she had anticipated, only more so! His mouth burrowed into hers, his right hand lifted to her breasts. He cupped her right tit cone, and stings of arousal chased from her mouth and breast down to her cunt.
Her arms shot around his neck, she arched her tits toward him. He lifted her jersey and began molding her tender breast cones, her hardening nipples. Ohhhh, she was wild with passion! She had dreamed of something like this so many times that the lush reality was almost more than she could bear!
She moaned as his tongue stroked in her mouth. He fondled her breasts with more purpose, he squeezed them and pressed them until she was shaking with lust. Suddenly she knew she was going to come! It was happening! He knew it! He mashed his mouth against hers, he shot his right hand down to her crotch. She opened her thighs. Just as she went off he shaped her cunt mound with his knowing fingers. She broke her mouth free and cried out!
Her hips jiggled against his hand, she panted and trembled as the goodies raged in her cunt and clit!
"Hey, you sweet thing, you!" he murmured, holding her tightly. "You've been needing this, haven't you, Marci?"
She panted in her aftermath and nodded. "Yes, I sure have. Carl! Ohhhh, I hate to leave now!"
"You call me soon, sweetie," he said. Not far away a door opened and voices intruded. He let go of her and moved from the piano bench. Marti adjusted her jersey, still quaking, and stood. Carl winked at her. She blushed and moved quickly out of the studio.
Walking home, the rub of her thighs together, the motion of her hips, brought twinges of sexual excitement. She was still in her after-come! Once in the house she rushed up to her room. Helen's car was gone, so surely she was too.
Marci locked her bedroom door, yanked her jersey over her head, dropped her pants and spread herself out on the bed. Her cunt was still tingly, her breasts were coned and tender. She left her panties on. When she was really excited she sometimes nicked her tender labia with a fingernail!
Gripping her achy cunt in her right hand, she began shaping her breasts with her left hand. Ohhhhh! It was so rich and good she whined with pleasure.
He kissed me, played with my tits, he wants me! she thought, shivering. I went off! My God! It happened so fast! He's a tiger, all right. I never climaxed that way before! Ohhhhh!
I have a day off next Monday, but I can't wait that long. We can go out at night. I'll call him tomorrow! I wish I'd reached down and touched his crotch! I'm nuts about him! I want him to drill me clear full of jism! I'm on the pill and he can fuck me till the cows come home!
She started rubbing her tingling cunt and playing with her tits. Her breasts were taut with need, her nipples longer than she'd ever seen them. Her clit was like a hot blade between her upper labia. Each touch on it sent sugary thrills through her pelvis.
Carefully she began to build her passion toward her next crest of sensation. She imagined they were on a blanket, out in the woods, and he was kissing her mouth and playing with her heated body. Her hips curled toward her toying fingers. Just a few more hand wiggles . . . a few more tit squeezes . . . and ohhhhhh, it was coming!
She yelled! If Helen was hiding somewhere, let her hear it! The nuances of delight were fantastic! Pang after heavenly pang leaped from the tip of her clit! Her inner vagina ached for deep virile penetration! Her breasts jiggled as the quirts of sexual expression exploded in her loins and tits.
How wonderful it would be when he did this . . .
Carl stretched on his back and tensed his prick, watching his blonde wife Dotty prepare for a little fun time. She didn't need cock too often, but when she got the hots it was a delightful experience.
It was Tuesday evening. The previous afternoon with Marci had been interesting. A few kisses and some tit play, and wham! That girl was ready, man. At the bank she acted prim and businesslike, and the fine points of her figure were hardly visible. But when she came for a piano lesson she 'let it all hang out.
What a pair of knockers! Firm as ripe melons, peaked into alluring cones, surmounted by long, thick nipples. Fine long legs, a beautiful ass. A bit on the plump side, but some good steady fucking would trim her right down. But he wouldn't be the stud to satisfy all of her needs. He'd take a shot at her, and maybe pluck some cherry fruit, and that would be that.
Dotty, wearing only a thin, black wrapper, bounced on the bed and crawled above him, bedding her big ripe tits against his chest, her naked cunt mashed to his cockroot.
"That girl text door sure wants to fuck you, Carl," Dotty giggled. "Are you going to give her a little?"
"How did you know about that?" he said, flexing his cock.
"Oh, I peeked yesterday afternoon. Shame on you! Making her come and then sending her home!"
He laughed. "I take it you wouldn't care."
"Darling, how could I?" she purred, rolling her cunt against his meat. "We made an agreement. Just be careful, or something like fucking Marci could spoil our whole setup."
He cupped her ass cheeks, and she trembled. Her ripe, thick lips settled on his mouth, her tongue danced and stroked. He felt the hunching muscles bunch in her butt. She was twenty-six, but she looked much less. She went to an exercise class down town, she kept in shape. She thought she was an excellent top-rider, but Freddi had them all beat. That leggy brunette really had it.
Satisfied with mouth kissing, Dotty . backed away and crouched on hands and knees so she could suck his prick. Oddly, she didn't care to be eaten. She liked to have her clit played with, and her cunt, but no tongues in there. Ella, the dainty redhead, adored being eaten. No two cunts were alike, which made it more interesting. He intended to eat Marci.
Dotty kissed the head of his prick, and a bubble of slickum oozed out. She giggled, sipping it into her lips. She took more cock into her mouth, pumping her head slowly up and down.
"Yeahhhh," he grinned. "That's damn good, baby."
She whined, pausing. Her tits were firming, her nipples erecting. A fainty sex flush showed on her cheeks and throat. Her smooth light blonde's complexion let her emotions be clearly displayed.
"Mmmmmm!" she moaned, her tongue coiling around below the head of his dong. She knew that the rough top- of her tongue was not the place for his tender cockhead.
"Going to roll your tits on it?" he murmured.
She nodded, his cock came out of her mouth with a little soft, wet 'plop,' and she leaned forward, bringing her fine, rounded breasts against his cockshaft. He liked this drill almost as much as having his meat mouth-sucked. She tit-played his cock with joyful enthusiasm.
Finally she swung her body around so he could reach her cunt. As the tit-cock play continued, he fingered and fondled her twat. She was puffed and slick, her clit as stiff as her pink, long nipples. In and out went his best finger.
"Ohhh, I love it!" she breathed.
"Aren't you ready for cock up in there?" he chuckled.
"Uhhhh, yessss!" she gasped. She wheeled her body and crawled into her mounting pose. She fastened her tender cunt to his knob with practiced ease. She shook wildly as his cock eased up into silky hot cunt.
"Uhhhh, ohhhhh!" she whispered, stroking down swiftly.
His cockhead struck pay dirt. She gasped and hunched and her little fun gun began shooting. She whimpered, hunching swiftly, her tits rolling in his hands, her face a mask of lust.
"Uhhh, ohhhh, damn!" she cried. "I need this, honey! OHHH!"
Her vivid strokes as her orgasm trembled her body were surely better than usual! His knob was hitting deep and hard. She yelped as the fun continued. Her pussy twitched lightly at the finish. She fell forward, mashing her tits into his chest.
He squeezed her ass and tensed his prick. He was a long way from squirting, he would join her when she had completed her fun trip. She was warm and cuddly, breathing evenly now, tasting the relief after a good, big climax . . .
Dotty wished she wasn't so completely 'hooked' on Carl. Should any proper wife let her husband have other girls without a word of protest? Yes, but she wasn't exactly 'proper' and he wasn't the ordinary husband! He had taken her out of a sordid setup in San Francisco and had given her a career.
But the best part of it all was his sensual nature, his charisma and his huge ten-inch cock! He would get pussy on the side regardless of what she said or did; he was that kind of stud. She loved teaching music, the keyboard. Carl had spotted her in a lowly country rock group playing electric piano.
She had helped recruit Freddi and .Ella. The 'man' image projected by Freddi was not difficult. Sometimes at a distance anyone had trouble deciding the sex of certain individuals. In this quiet straight town no one would ever have to know.
She giggled and hunched at Carl's big, lovely cock.
"I wish I could turn good and hot oftener!"
"Hey, it's real terrific when you do get it on," he said, squeezing her ass. "Come on now, get another biggie."
She cooed and mashed her tits at his chest, and began her top-fuck drill. The cloying grip of her flesh around his pick, the jab of his big knob in her tender cuntal, deeps, sent sugary stings of pleasure all through her body. No one had ever thrilled her this way. Her brief affairs in the world of country rock seemed like crappola, now.
She stroked faster. Her cunt juices were leaking down on his groin, the connection was nice and slick. Stroke, hunch, fuck! Ohhhh, it was so totally delicious! Why hadn't anyone shown her how to fuck? Well, in her early teens someone had given her a neat thrill . . . another girl. She and the girl had decided to see what whiskey would do for them.
It had done plenty! Dotty had been so startled and ashamed she'd never let herself be placed in that kind of situation again. Now she found herself looking at other young women with certain naughty thoughts in mind.
One such girl was Marci Evans and the other one was Freddi.
She knew of course that lots of girl-girl fucking was going on. She'd been approached several times while with the country rock group. Good looking pussies, too. Her uniform in the band had been slightly 'mannish,' which may have accounted for it. She'd been invited to join in a threesome with a 'name' country vocalist, and she'd told them both, his girl and the guy, to shove it. Now, the idea did not seem all that offbeat.
Would Carl go for a party with herself and Freddi?
She shelved the plan for the moment. She was coming offfff!
"Ohhhh, Carl!" she cried. "Ohhhh, damn, ohhhhh, fuuuuck!"
"Pour it to me, baby!" he encouraged. "Pop your little hot cunt around my prick!"
"Uhhhh!" she whined. "Ohhhh, it's coming big!"
She stroked furiously as the twinges of rapture claimed her loins, her tits and her jiggling ass! Her cunt twitched around his cock! Ohhhh! It was just heavenly . . .
Carl grinned as his lively blonde young wife had her goodies. She went off with such gusto! He wished she could get herself turned on oftener. Girls were all different, of course. He took them as they came, developing what he could.
She finished and sagged down on him, breathing heavily.
"Honey, why didn't you squirt me?" she giggled.
"Hey, you're good for several more climaxes," he chuckled. "You know I'll shoot when you're just about finished."
She sighed, kissing his throat. "I don't know what I'd do without you, stud!" she snuggled. "Did you ever consider bringing in another . . . chick?"
He was perfectly still for several seconds, then he chuckled. "I'll be damned! Sure, I've thought about it--Anybody in that sneaky little mind of yours?"
She laughed softly. "Marci Evans."
His prick tensed. Yeahhh, man. "I haven't made her yet myself, Dotty baby. When did you dream this up?"
"Oh, it just popped into my head!" she purred. "I want to please you, Carl! I know some guys love to take on two girls--"
"Well, I have a date with Marci soon, and I'll bring it up as soon as possible. Hell of an idea! Anybody else 'pop' into you mind?"
"Uh, don't think I'm weird, or something. What about Freddi?"
He studied this a moment. Had Dotty and Freddi been fucking? He doubted it. The idea was extremely appealing! Threesomes right here at home. How exciting! He'd tried it several times, of course. Always fascinating. It took two girls who grooved.
"You ask her, Dotty," he said, diplomatically.
"Well, I will!" Dotty gurgled. "And in case you're wondering, I haven't been screwing any girls--not since I was real young."
"I was sure I'd be the first to know," he chuckled.
"You horny devil, you!" she purred. "I suppose some wives could keep it a secret, like guys chasing stuff on the side, but I haven't, honest!"
"Okay," he chuckled, extremely pleased with her. "Now, what about that last big go-off? I'm going to dump a big load away up your nice hot little cunt!"
"Ohhh!" she breathed, beginning to hunch. "Yes, that's what I need, Carl! Uhhhhhh! I just hate to stop-!"
"Make it last a long time," he said. "I'll hold till you're ready to get your fun."
"Nnnnnn!" she breathed, bracing herself for the onslaught. He held her well-firmed tits in his hands and flexed his meat. Her face showed strain as she hunched and paused, stroked and rested. The threesome plan obviously stirred her, and it certainly would add a new dimension here at Seaside.
What about Ella, the imagine young redhead? The next time he horned her and ate her gash he would try to break her in to the idea. Hell, maybe she'd been there before. She was rather secretive about her earlier years. He suspected she was a runaway from, perhaps, a wealthy family.
She played terrific violin. She was pretty and sexy and popular with her students. She was planning a recital later on, for her best students.
And she was beautiful fucking.
Dotty's fierce cry of culmination drew him back to what was going on. Her cunt was twitching as she stroked and whimpered.
"Ohhh, ohhhh!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, come up in me, Carl!"
He shuddered, his prick tensed, and his nuts pulled up. Yeahhhh. It was time to blow her a wad, man. He gripped her jiggling tits with more purpose, he up-fucked as she down-fucked, and the achy, searing nuances of his gun fun gripped his loins.
"Ughhhh!" he blurted. "Uhhhh, fuuuuck!"
The hard throb of his cock in the blonde's coming cunt was his reward for treating her right. She was whining and shaking and coming. She was having another orgasm! Well! That hadn't happened since they'd first started fucking.
"Go, Dotty, go!" he urged, his prick still tingling after his wad shot. She bounced and lunged and her face showed her intense delight. Watching a hot girl come off was one of life's brighter moments.
She finished with swift hunches and sagged forward again, gasping for air. Her cunt fluttered. She rolled her tits at his chest, whispering her pleasure.
"God, it gets better every time lately," she breathed.
"All you need is practice," he chortled.
"You animal!" she giggled. "I should know how to give you a good fuck after two whole years!"
"It's good, it's good!" he said, fondling her quivering ass cheeks.
"I haven't had a multiple in ages!" she gurgled.
"You're thinking about a trio deal," he said.
She hugged him and hunched again. Of course she wanted it.