Chapter 5
Wendy kissed David lightly on the lips and dragged her fingernails across his chest and down his stomach, then giggled as she drew little circles around his bellybutton with the tip of her middle finger.
"Hmmm, outstanding cock," Wendy mused. "Does he fuck you well, Casey?"
"Oh, my yes, very well indeed. He's a perfect gentleman when we fuck. By the time he cums, I've climaxed so many times, I'm ready to lose my mind."
Casey kissed the head of David's cock, then let it slide between her full, sensuous lips and slowly swallowed the whole damn thing.
David trembled and groaned and looked at his wife.
"From your reaction, I'd say she's quite a cocksucker," Casey said.
He caressed Wendy's head and smiled dreamily. "She is a hot little bitch, isn't she? like someone else I know."
"You love it," Casey replied. "I think we'll play a little game tonight."
Wendy withdrew her mouth slowly and again kissed the tip of David's swollen, purplish knob. "Ummm, about nine or ten inches," she said, admiring the stiff rod.
"A tad over ten," Casey said. "I measured it the first time he fucked me."
"She carries a tape measure in her handbag," David said.
"I do not," Casey snapped. "We fucked in your bed and I used the tape measure you kept in your bed table to measure tit size." She turned to Wendy. "Can you really tell how long a cock is just by swallowing it?"
Wendy nodded. "I make my estimate by how far down my throat it goes."
"Have you ever had one you couldn't swallow?"
"Nope, not since I learned to relax and get my throat wide open. No matter how long a cock is, I can swallow the whole thing."
"I can swallow it, but it took me a long time to learn how and I still gag a little sometimes. Can you teach me how to open my throat?"
"I can try," Wendy said. "We certainly have a good cock to work with."
Let's go to the bedroom," Casey said, "I want to show Wendy one of our little games."
"As long as I get to fuck, I'm willing,"
Wendy said.
"Oh, you'll get to fuck, darling," Casey laughed.
As they went to the bedroom, Casey held Wendy's hand, and felt a jolt of magnetism that wasn't there before.
"Your body feels like it's charged with electricity," Casey said. "Is that because you know that you can eat my pussy, or because you know you're going to fuck my husband again?"
"Because I know that I can eat your pussy," Wendy said. "I haven't had my tongue in a pussy in such a long time. I'm really anxious to lick your clit, and I know your pussy is going to taste so sweet." She squeezed Casey's hand and snickered. "I'm not the only one who's anxious. Your hand feels like a live ember."
"David thinks I'm oversexed, but he made me that way." Casey chuckled. "Actually, what he says is that I'm hotter than a two-dollar pistol in a gang shoot-out, but I'm worth a lot more than two dollars. I like being horny all the time, as long as he's around to fill my needs." She took four brightly colored silk scarves from the bed table and said to David. "You know the drill, darling."
"Sounds like it's going to be a long night," he said. "I think I'm going to enjoy this."
"Maybe almost as much as I am," Casey said.
David got on the bed and lay on his back, vivid images of all the fabulous, uninhibited acts the two stunning, sexy girls would perform filling his mind. He and Casey had played this little game only once before, and only with each other. Having a second girl join them thrilled him. He would be the center of their attention until they fucked his cock off, then they would stimulate him by doing each other.
Casey handed Wendy two scarves. "You tie his feet and I'll tie his hands."
Casey wrapped a scarf around one wrist and tied it to the corner of the bed. Wendy caught on immediately and tied his feet down, glancing at his stiff prick as she worked.
"You two have developed an instant rapport," David said. "Are you going to eat her pussy?"
Casey giggled nervously. "Guess I'm going to find out soon, huh?"
"Darling, you don't have to do anything you don't feel comfortable with," Wendy said, then grinned naughtily. "But you must convince me you don't want to."
"You're a wicked girl, Wendy Burger," Casey laughed.
"I'll show you just how wicked I am," Wendy said softly.
She put her hands on Casey's shoulders and licked her protruding nipples, and Casey shivered. She stood on her tiptoes, and even then she couldn't reach Casey's mouth with hers. She put her hand behind Casey's head and pulled it down and kissed her passionately, with lots of flicking tongue action.
Casey trembled with passion and put her arms around Wendy and bent her knees so they were eyeball to eyeball. Their nipples met and their tits mashed together, and Casey had never felt anything so electrifying, not even David's big cock plundering her pussy.
Wendy nibbled on Casey's ear lobes, licked her neck and between her big tits, then slowly went from tit to pretty tit, tenderly licking and kissing her thick nipples, coaxing them to aching fullness.
"Sensational," David said softly.
"God, you can say that again," Casey breathed.
Wendy sank to her knees and licked Casey's taut belly and down one shapely leg, and Casey cupped her tits and ran her thumbs over her bloated nipples as she watched Wendy with rapt fascination. When the sensual brunette kissed her muff, she spread her legs and sighed. Wendy pushed her face into the blonde-furred crotch and kissed Casey's pussy tenderly, then licked her way back up Casey's body, and Casey instinctively held her tits as Wendy licked her nipples.
Wendy caressed Casey's tits and said to
David, "Your wife's skin is like fine velvet, and I adore her glorious tits. They're simply divine, so heavy and sexy, and her impudent nipples are magnificent. So nice to suck on, just the way I like them." She eased two fingers into Casey's slit, teased her clit, then stuck her fingers in Casey's cunt and wiggled the tips. "Hmmm, so tight, and hot as an oven and slick as an oil well," she murmured, her voice husky with lust. "Ohhh, I wish I had a real cock of my own, one that squirts real cum, so I could fill your cunt full of my hot juice so I could suck it out and drink it!" She kissed Casey on the lips, then stepped back. She lifted her ringers to her mouth and blatantly licked them clean. "Your clit felt so big, darling. Show it to me."
Casey spread her legs farther apart and curled her mound up and teasingly pulled the lips of her cunt open. Her huge pleasure stud and fleshy hood filled the entire upper half of her gash, and she pressed a finger on each side of it and made it stand way out of the hood in all its erotic splendor.
Wendy sucked in her breath sharply. "Oh, baby, that's a magnificent little monster," she whispered.
Casey giggled and skinned her clit back like a midget dick, an act Wendy had never seen any girl perform.
Picturing in her mind how it would feel to get her mouth in the blonde's thick-lipped cunt and rock her stupendous boy-in-the-boat with her tongue, she licked her lips and put the end of one finger lightly on the very tip of Casey's clit. "Hmmm, so sensitive," she murmured when Casey's hips jerked. "I'm going to love licking such a splendid clit, darling."
"You're making me crazy," Casey muttered, her hips swinging back and forth as Wendy fingered her clit lightly.
David watched the provocative brunette play with his wife's clit, his prick standing straight up from his loins, throbbing rigorously. "I've, never seen anything more seductive," he said softly.
"Let's play with your husband now, darling," Wendy said softly.
Casey held onto Wendy's wrist so she couldn't take her hand away and said, "Aren't you going to lick my clit?"
"Not yet, darling," Wendy replied, pulling her wrist out of Casey's grasp. "I want you to think about it, contemplate how it's going to feel when I put my tongue on it, and get all charged up with anticipation."
"You're as big a tease as David," Casey said. "I'm already so charged up, I can hardly stand it, but I'll wait if I must."
They crawled on the bed together and knelt by David. Casey motioned with her head as she straddled his thigh, and Wendy straddled his other thigh and they rubbed their wet pussies over his hairy flesh.
David groaned, twisted his hips and hunched up and down.
Casey took one of Wendy's hands and put it on the base of his big, throbbing cock, and Wendy smiled dreamily as she wrapped her petite fist around the shaft. Casey took a bottle of oil from the bed table and poured some over the head of his prick, set the bottle back on the bed table and wrapped her fist around the bare knob.
"Squeeze him off if he starts to cum," Casey said. "We don't want him squirting too soon."
Wendy held David's prick in a firm grip and watched raptly as Casey masturbated just the bare cockhead with slow, sensuous movements, twisting her fist around and around, holding the knob in her outstretched fingers and sliding them up and down, then closing her fist and sliding it up and down.
David moaned and panted and writhed and twitched. He needed to cum so badly, he could feel it all the way down to his toes. He didn't want to cum, he wanted to let the girls play as long as they wished, but need abruptly vetoed want.
"He's going to cum," Wendy said softly. She grasped his prick with her thumb on the underside of the shaft and her forefinger on top and squeezed rigorously.
Casey held her fist wrapped tightly around his knob, and when Wendy nodded, she started masturbating him again. Over and over, working in concert, the two randy tormentors brought him to the brink of orgasm, squeezed him off, then did it again, nearly driving him out of his mind.
When he thought he couldn't stand the strain any longer, Casey gave him something else to struggle against. She got two long feathers from the bed table and handed one to Wendy.
"Slow and light, darling," she said. "We want him to really experience this."
"Damn, baby, don't tickle me," David yelped. "You didn't tickle me the other time. You know I can't stand to be tickled!"
"But you have to stand it, baby, because we want to do it," Casey cooed. "You know the rules. The one who is tied down has to let the other one do whatever she wishes as long as it doesn't involve humiliation or pain."
"Getting tickled when you can stand it is painful," he growled.
The girls looked at each other and grinned like the imps they were. They stayed astraddle his thighs and rubbed their pussies along the top of his thighs as they applied the feathers to his body, touching him lightly, with just the tips, tickling his armpits, under his chin, all over his chest, each girl taking one of his hard little nipples.
David struggled and squirmed and moaned and cursed, all to no avail. From his chest, they went to his navel, then into his groin, then along the sensitive skin on the inside of his thighs, and he plunged wildly from the maddening, yet sensuous aggravation they were inflicting upon him.
They paused briefly, exchanged a meaningful glance, then applied the tips of the feathers lightly to the bare head of his pulsating cock.
"Oh, damn, no," David whooped, writhing frantically.
Casey looked at Wendy and grinned. "Would you like to watch him squirt?"
"Yeah," Wendy said with a big grin.
"I'll get even with you," David warned.
"Baby," Casey said innocently, "what are you whining about? All guys want to do is cum, and we're going to get you off, aren't we?"
"Shit," David sighed with resignation. He clenched his teeth and tightened his muscles, resolving to beat them at their own game. "Have your fun, you won't get what you're after."
Their bright eyes twinkling with devilish glee, the girls tickled his prick delicately, calculatingly, along the shaft and over the sensitive head, the feathers going up and down, around and around, focusing on the bare knob.
David's movements became nearly frantic. He wiggled and squirmed and twisted and hunched his hips up and down madly, his hot-blooded moans of frustration filling the air. Suddenly, his movements became tumultuous, his cock throbbed and quivered more conspicuously and his moans became more raucous. He knew he had lost the battle, but continued to fight nonetheless.
Wendy ran the tip of her feather around the bulging ridge at the bottom of his knob and Casey teased the top of his cockhead and occasionally pushed the tip of her feather into the slit in the end.
David wailed, his hips stopped in mid-air, and his cock launched its load, throbbing and jerking as jism spewed out, arching into the air and landing on his belly and thighs and soaking both feathers.
The girls tickled his prick until it gave up the last drop of juice, then Casey stuck the tip of her finger in one puddle of cock cream, lifted it to her mouth and licked it with gusto. Grinning with ribald excitement, Wendy leaned over and licked the head of his cock.