Chapter 12
Even before Walt and Mary pushed the buzzer on the front door of Sara and Jim's comfortable suburban home, they could hear the festive noise from inside.
"I told you we'd be late," Mary sniffed. "I don't know why you thought you had to work an hour later tonight of all nights."
Walt shrugged. "Sorry about that, honey, but I'm sure the party hasn't really got underway yet."
At that precise moment they heard something that sounded like a crashing lamp, followed by a wild peal of laughter.
"Hasn't got started, huh," Mary hissed, stabbing at the door buzzer again, "it sounds to me like it's well underway!"
After a few more seconds of stubbornly pressing both their thumbs at the buzzer, the door swung open and their hostess appeared-almost naked. Sara was wearing what looked like a costume for one of those cheap movies about the Arabian nights-puffed, see-through satin bloomers and a veil draped casually around her large tits. The veil did no more to hide the thrust of her erect nipples than the bloomers did to conceal the shag of her pubic hair.
"My God, Sara," Mary gulped, taking in the almost nude and grinning figure of her friend, "you didn't tell us to come in costume!"
Sara grinned again and waved them inside. "This isn't a costume, you dummy. It's the latest thing on the west coast. I paid so much for this that if Jim ever finds out, he'll kick my ass all the way to Reno!"
Walt was staring down at her ass as she talked, and he looked back up with a faint flush of lust in his cheeks. "Say, Sara, before old Jim kicks it to Reno, how about letting me soften it up a little."
Sara gave him a slurred look of appreciation. "Honey, you can soften me up all night, any night!"
"Anything wrong with tonight?" he grinned.
She grinned back, winking. "Can't you make it a little sooner-say in two seconds in the middle of the living room floor!"
Mary had caught sight of what looked like an orgy in the half-dark living room, and she found her voice just in time to gulp, "Looks like you two might have to find another place to get acquainted. Lordy, who all is in that pile?"
Sara chuckled. "Joan and Greg and some guy who works at that same health spa where Greg works. That's his ass you see pumping up and down!"
"You mean you invited people here besides... uh... "
"Besides us Wranglers and our men? You oughta know, honey, since your own cute hubby here invited one of the choicest young... "
"Sara," Walt snapped, "can't you keep that fucking mouth of yours shut about anything?"
Sara looked momentarily blank, then glanced from Walt to Mary and back again. "Oh, I get it. Mary here doesn't know anything about it yet."
"Know anything about what?" Mary echoed.
Sara grinned. "Don't worry, sweetie. You'll find out soon enough. And I gotta say that you've got one swell man here in Walt. Not many men would spend all afternoon setting up a nice surprise for his wife, like he has."
Mary glanced at Walt, and felt a new throb of affection for the handsome lout. "Why didn't you tell me that's why you were late for dinner. And why we were late getting here."
"Hell, I wanted it to be a surprise," Walt muttered, smiling.
"No point in keeping her in suspense any longer," Sara smirked. "Go on upstairs to the bedroom on the left, Mary. I think you might like what's waiting for you, 'cause I sure as hell did!"
"You... you mean there's a man up there?"
Sara grinned slackly. "All I can say, honey, is that if it ain't a man up there, then I got fucked at four o'clock this afternoon by the goddamnedest stud ghost in town!"
Walt chuckled and gave Mary a soft pat on her buttocks. "Go on up, sweetheart, and have fun. I'll see you later in the party."
"Much later," Sara husked, reaching one hand inside Walt's belt and starting to drag him toward the darkened living room. Then she turned back to Mary with an afterthought. "Oh, be sure it's the first bedroom on your left, dearie. Cause the one on the right is currently being demolished by Bill and Priss. The last time I peeked in on them they were still going at it like rabbits."
Mary watched Walt being pulled off by Sara. A small smile traced her lips as she saw Walt dig one of his large hands into Sara's spicy buttocks. It was obvious that they wanted to play the rabbit game too-and soon. Taking a deep breath, Mary walked the few necessary steps through the shadowy living room to the stairs. As she climbed each step, her heart thumped like crazy. She didn't know whether she was scared or just plain horny at the prospect of being "surprised" by somebody in that bedroom.
But she had little time to ponder all the possibilities of the matter. She was at the top of the stairs almost instantly. She found herself tapping on the bedroom door as timidly as a nun knocking on the door of a men's bathroom.
"Come on in," a voice called from inside.
There was something faintly familiar about the sound of the male voice. But it wasn't until she pushed the door open that the rush of warmth filled her blood.
"Willy!" she trilled. "What are you doing here!?"
Walt's younger brother was sprawled on the bed, still in his army shorts and dog tag-but spectacularly naked otherwise. His coat was draped over the back of a chair, along with the rest of his clothes. His long, hairy strong legs were crossed at the ankles-but not crossed enough to hide the huge bulge in his white shorts. The bulge had been generated by what he was reading: an old copy of Playboy.
"Hi'ya, sister-in-law," he said, grinning up at her and showing those white teeth that used to drive her wild. "Hey, you haven't changed a bit. Walt said you were still as tempting to look at as ever." He patted the bed beside him. "Come on over and sass out of those clothes. We can get it all together-like old times!"
Mary could scarcely believe her eyes. But she had no trouble in believing the sudden and greedy itch that she was feeling between her legs. That old purr of her pussy that she used to feel for Willy Bates was coming back to her with a wicked vengeance!
"W... when did you get back from Vietnam," she managed as she took the few steps over to the bed.
He grinned and reached down to scratch his flat, muscled stomach. "I got back last night. I wrote Walt I'd be coming in. But he told me this afternoon he thought it'd be a cute surprise for you to do it this way. So Sara and Jim have been putting me up all afternoon."
Mary smiled as she began unbuttoning her dress. "Yes. Sara told me how friendly you and she got this afternoon."
"We had a lot of catching up to do, too. Old Sara and I used to have a lot of fun back in high school."
"She told me about that, too, you big bastard."
"Hey," he chuckled, "you got the size right. I'll bet you remember all about this big, evil bastard, eh?"
He indicated what he meant by moving his hand on down to rub the growing hard-on that was tenting up his shorts.
"I'm not sure," she teased. "How about letting me see it?"
Without the faintest trace of modesty, Willy unsnapped his shorts and lifted his hips to strip out of them. His large cock flapped out against his leg, and then started a steady climb up into the vertical position. Just the sight of that horse-sized prick made the hairs surrounding Mary's cunt begin to tingle. It had been entirely too long since Willy had made her moan with that prodder, had made her throw her legs apart and come over and over and over. But the last time he had fucked her-that time in her wedding dress only hours before the ceremony-was still something that made her blush.
"Does Walt... uh... know very much about what we used to do together?" she breathed, softly.
Willy had his hand around his jumbo cock, stroking it gently into a ramrod of hard meat. "You mean about all that screwing we used to do? Hell, yes. He knew about it at the time. He even knew I fucked that hot little cunt of yours right before the wedding."
The news came to her shocked ears like explosions.
"He... he knew about that?"
Willy grinned from ear to ear. She could tell by the way his king-sized cock was throbbing that he somehow enjoyed making her feel slightly degraded. "Baby, old Walt knew about it first-hand. Hell, he was hiding in the closet that day when I did it to you. We had a small bet on. I bet him that I could fuck you in your wedding dress, and he bet me I couldn't. I won, as you damn well remember."
"And he married me anyway!"
"Christ, gal, that big dumb brother of mine loves you. I just love that hole between your legs-and still do. C'mon, strip off your panties and let's fuck our heads off!"
She really knew now that she had married the right guy; and that the right guy had the right kind of brother! With a little whimper of need, Mary got naked in record time and crawled into bed with Willy. Her nippled tits were already swelling even before he touched them. But the second his strong fingers began to stroke and squeeze those quivering bowls of flesh, she purred like a tigress.
"Yeah," he whispered, staring at her boobs and pressing them together until the nipples were touching, "I've thought about sucking on these hot babies lots of times!"
Willy pulled her forward and began to vigorously suck and chew the pink nipples. They popped out large and wet under the attention of his tongue, and she felt down blindly with one hand to grab his prick.
His cock felt even larger and harder than she remembered. It was as if his cock had grown a couple of inches since she screwed him last. It made her wonder how many tight, yellow slits that shameless prick had milked of their honey. She could barely get her fingers around his prick, and the size of it was exciting her to fever pitch. She didn't want to wait another second before feeling it between her legs, before getting fucked again by such a handsome young stud.
"Fuck me, Willy," she whispered, hoarsely, bending her mouth down to lick his knuckles that still held her tits. "Please, Willy, please fuck me, now! Now!"
With a growl of lust, he forced her over on her back and dug his knees high up under her buttocks. She gladly opened her legs. Her cunt spread apart like a wet, scarlet mouth, ready to receive every stiffened inch of his mighty cock. He held his tool at the root and rubbed only the bursting head of it iii a slow, teasing circle over the pouting lips of her pussy. The pleasure was so intense for her that she threw her head back and opened her mouth wide, yawning with quickening lust. At that same moment, he shot his own mouth down over hers and drove his strong tongue deep into her throat.
Mary sucked blindly at him with her own tongue, mixing their saliva with a greed that even animals would have found hard to match. With such kissing going on, their twin natures demanded a sharper pleasure-and that could only come in savage and constant fucking. To accomplish it, Willy rammed his overgrown cock deep into the mouth of her seething cunt. Her cuntlips parted; then the stubble of hair circling her pussy was matted against his balls. She made moaning noises in her throat, and Willy's tongue seemed to be sucking them into his own mouth. He began fucking her with quick, brutal thrusts of his hard buttocks. Each plunge drove the bulge of his prickhead flush up against her boiling cunt.
She let him fuck her for a few minutes with her legs sprawled open. But as the pleasurable friction of his hard cock began to turn her cunt into a foaming slit, she wrapped her legs greedily over his pumping ass and aided his thrusts with her own. The bed rattled and creaked as they fucked for dear life.
To make him hornier, to turn him into a stud bull with balls throbbing to be emptied, she used her fingers to tease every inch of his naked body. She played with his flat nipples until they were hard as nail heads. Then she tweaked and teased the hair whiskering his armpits. Her brazen fingers tickled his ribs, stroked his ears, played with the hair at the nape of his neck-and all the time he continued to fuck her with such punishing strokes that her cunt trickled a constant stream of salty juice.
She came twice before he did Each spasming gush made her so wild with lust that he had to hold her against the bed with his arms. She thrashed like a wild mare with her pussy nipping and squeezing his huge prick for a full minute after each orgasm. But finally Willy, too, had to feed his lusts into her. And when the torrents of his pent-up passion came spurting into her boiling cunt, he twisted her mouth sideways and tongue-fucked her into a coma of joy.
Their mouths were still crushed together long after the final drops of his sperm had oozed out somewhere deep in the meaty folds of her twat. But his cock was still the same large and swollen pole of meat that it had always been; she knew that he would fuck her again... and again...
He rolled off of her, but dragged her clinging body with him.
Mary reached her trembling fingertips down and felt the plump, pinkish swollen lips of her pussy. The root of the stiff column that was still solidly buried in her.
"I'm going to want more of this," she whispered, huskily. "As long as Walt doesn't get all hot and bothered about it, I want to be fucked by you as much and as often as possible."
His handsome, cunning face was only inches from hers when he grinned and winked back at her. "Don't worry, baby, I plan to keep your cunt happy a lot. I'm moving into the same apartment you and Walt are in. I'm going to work on the construction gang Walt runs. It was his idea, too."
Mary thought about the brazen young secretary who lived in that building-and how she would probably go after a well-hung young stud like Willy the way a bee goes after honey.
"You watch all that strange pussy," she warned, half-jokingly and half-seriously.
He grinned back at her. She felt his giant cock throb lustily against the hot walls of her cunt.
"You mean like that blonde dish across the hall. What's her name, Priss?"
Mary's eyes slitted with jealousy. "Yes, damnit, and that goes for Joan and Sara, too. I've got enough between my legs to keep you satisfied anytime you want it."
"Hey," he breathed, "I thought Sara told me you four gals were pals, that you call yourselves The Wranglers, or some damn thing."
She smiled, and began to move her thighs in a slow, rhythm, gently fucking the big prick buried between her hot legs.
"That was when we were kids," she confided, sneakily. "I'm a big girl, now."
"Yeah, baby," he agreed, closing his eyes and letting her pump all by herself, "yeah, you're a big girl now... yeah, yeah!"