Chapter 2
HE STOOD ABOVE HER AND TOOK OFF HIS clothes, wanting her to watch him. And she did.
She let herself forget Andy and Eloise now. They were going to screw, so let them. She would get hers and, oh, how she needed it! She wanted this exciting man's big prick so strongly that she could taste it!
She was going to see it in just a moment. As he struggled with his tie and shirt, she gazed at the hump in the front of his trousers, where his prick was restrained by two thicknesses of close-fitting cloth.
Unconsciously, as she gazed at that hump, her hand slid down over her belly, which was tightly sheathed in thin nylon panties. Beneath the panties, she felt the band of her garter belt. Now, below that, there was nothing between the sheer nylon and her flesh. She stroked farther, into her pubic area. Her thighs yawned wider ...
Tom gazed down at her in abject lust. Jesus, what a cunt! he thought as he visually licked at the puffy lips which were clearly delineated through the sheer silken panty-crotch. Where the fabric was moist all the way through, it stuck to her cunt and was almost transparent. Her profuse black hairs curled away from the split and formed a rich tuft above.
Her hand slid into her crotch and, as he watched, stroked it, pressing the nylon against the cunt lips. Liz's eyes continued to stare at his pants-front; she hadn't once looked at his face; she wasn't even thinking of the fact that he was watching her caress herself.
A fingertip sought out her throbbing clitoris and stimulated the little erection shamelessly, causing her cunt to open more. Rich rosiness gleamed through her pale pants.
Tom undressed more rapidly, bending now and tossing off first one shoe, then the other.
Andy was having a field day with Eloise's tits. His curling, swabbing tongue stimulated the nipples to a state of tingling tight congestion which made them feel as if they might explode. At the same time, his hands rubbed her titties this way and that, up and down, and around in lazy circles, sometimes causing a nipple to slide out of his mouth, then back in again.
Eloise, her eyes nearly closed as she floated on a cloud of erotic-alcoholic euphoria, stroked Andy's cock ... slowly, not gripping it too hard now. Occasionally she would let her hand glide all the way into his pants and shorts, and she would fondle his hair-covered balls.
He suctioned up a nipple and nibbled at it with the edges of his teeth.
"Oh, God ... oh, shit ... " she whined, and writhed on the carpet.
She didn't need pillows when she screwed on the floor. She liked that firm surface under her bounding ass-a surface as hard underneath the carpet as a man's cock was hard under the soft skin that covered it.
Andy's cock had more skin on it than Tom's. He was circumcised. Eloise rather liked a man with foreskin; there was more for her to play with.
Now Tom pulled his jockey shorts away, and his big meat sprang out and slightly upward. It quivered as more blood rushed into it, swelling the huge bulbous head and making it a deep reddish-purple.
Oh, God! Liz thought. It's bigger than Andy's! It was the biggest one she had ever seen, or at least that was the way it appeared to her at the moment.
"Hurry ... hurry..." she moaned.
Tom dropped to his knees on the rug beside her. As he did so, he cast a final glance at Andy and Eloise, to satisfy himself that they were indeed going all the way.
The way his hot wife was pumping the young man's prick left little doubt of the outcome of their dalliance. No man could zip up his pants and go home after that-at least, not when there was eager cunt available in front of him.
Tom took hold of the top of Liz's panties and slowly drew them down, baring the band of her garter belt, then her creamy belly, now her black pubes and the luscious flesh-pudding in her crotch. He pulled her panties inside out along her thighs, and off over her feet, removing her shoes at the same time.
Liz's legs immediately yawned, her knees flexed.
Tom growled his pleasure at the sight of her drooling rosy cunt, which bisected her black curly forest of pubic hair. He placed his palms against the inner surfaces of her thighs, just above her stocking tops. He rubbed the firm satiny flesh. His fingers curled around the tops of her thighs and squeezed them as he pressed her legs farther open. He had them now as open as they could get, and he dived.
His mouth landed just above the top of her right nylon. He licked and nibbled. Liz moaned.
He turned to her opposite thigh, lightly kissed it above her stocking, and began slowly to lick upward on the satiny flesh. The scent of her was exhilarating in the extreme--a wild, stimulating mixture of perfume and fresh cunt-juice. He raised his face slightly and gazed at her gash at close range. His mouth watered and his nostrils dilated as he watched the glistening pearls of moisture roll along the rosy lips. Her inner slit was open, flaring as much as it could by itself. How easily his prick would slide in there! How she wanted it!
Liz couldn't think. Her mind was a raging inferno of lust. She couldn't remember when she had ever been so hot.
She squirmed against the pillow which supported her ass.
Tom bent his head again and nibbled some more at an inner thigh. His mouth slid with agonizing slowness toward her throbbing twat.
God, make him suck it! she mentally implored. Make him stick his tongue way inside! Make him lick my love-tip!
If the prayer got through to God, He most-likely wasn't shocked. Such prayers were not uncommon when women were in heat, just as countless men had prayed for a sucking female mouth around their peckers.
However, God did not answer Liz's prayer. Not immediately, that is. Before Tom's mouth reached her pussy, he lifted his head.
He told her huskily, "Let's get your bra off. I want to suck your titties."
She moaned in acquiescence and rolled onto her side, giving him access to her bra hooks. She wanted to have her titties sucked, though she dearly wanted her cunt sucked even more.
Tom opened her bra and peeled it away. She slopped onto her back as he drew the cups off her bulging boobs, and they floated back and forth atop hor rib cage, quivering, their nipples full and rigidly erect. Those tips were rosy with desire.
He drove his face against one of the mounds, and it felt like an air pillow as he mashed his open mouth to it. The air pillow's inflation stem was in his mouth, stabbing at his tongue. He fastened his lips around it and lapped with his tongue as he sucked, seeking to draw air out of the pillow instead of blowing it in. But there was no air in Liz's tit. His drawing at the nipple produced nothing but erotic enjoyment ... and that was only great!
He let the first titty go and slid his mouth onto her other one. They were marvelously firm. He worked the first one in his hand, kneading and rubbing it as he sucked on the other nipple.
"Uuh!" Liz moaned. "God! Oh, I love it!"
She reached blindly for his cock, caught the swaying monster, and slid her hand down along it until she reached his bunched-up balls. She plucked at them and pulled at the hairs as he sucked one of her nipples and twiddled the other jutting stem with his fingertips.
Andy had slid Eloise's pants off by now and was confronted by as hairless a cunt as he had ever seen in his life. He didn't know how she had accomplished this, but she had somehow managed to shave every little tendril. And it was such a close, smooth job that he really couldn't tell what her natural hair color was.
"You minx," he growled. "You like to keep secrets, don't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your pussy's so smooth, I can't tell if you're a redhead, a blonde, or what."
"You'll never know," she told him, her green eyes glowing like washed emeralds.
She slid her hands down to her crotch and manipulated the soft flesh at her groin. This drew the large lips of her pussy farther open. He could see everything in the trough of flesh-her clit, her pisser, her cock-slit which gaped.
"Wanta kiss it?" she asked.
"Maybe later," he said huskily.
He did kiss pussies sometimes. He had kissed Liz'sperhaps not as often as she would have liked, but every once in a while. And he had kissed a few others. But screwing was his way to go-straight humping, in the cunt, hard and steady until he came.
He was ready for Eloise now.
He shifted position until he was crouching between her legs. She touched his up-thrust cock again and gazed at it. It was not quite as large as Tom's (when Tom's was in good working order) but it certainly seemed an efficient tool.
"Give me a lot," she told Andy. "I need all a man has to give.'. '
"I'll make you cry uncle," he boasted and tilted his rod down to her soft hairless hole.
He thrilled as her pussy lips claimed the tip of it. He pressed, and the thrill became intense as he slid slowly into her ... inch after throbbing inch. She absorbed his entire cock, until his balls rested against her crotch. Her vagina was slick around him, though not as snug as Liz's.
He worked his hands underneath her butt, gripped her rubbery ass cheeks, and squeezed them together, which narrowed her channel and enhanced his stimulation. The elevator in the top of his skull was on a dizzying climb.
Sprawled atop his friend's wife, he gazed across the room to where Tom was kneeling beside Liz, sucking at her titties while she caressed his monstrous cock. Christ, but the man was hung!
Andy didn't feel inferior, though. There wasn't all that much difference between the length of their cocks-maybe an inch at the most. And Andy's certainly wasn't smaller than average. He'd seen enough guys in the buff-in locker rooms and army barracks-to know that. He also knew that the length of a man's pecker was one of the least important things about it, except perhaps in a psychological sense. A small dick could screw as well as a large one-better, in fact, if the women had a shallow cunt. Stiffness and thickness were more important. And more important than either of those factors was the way a man used his rod. Even one that wasn't too stiff could perform a marvelous screw if the man applied it with concentrated, steady pressure against his lady's clitoris as he stroked.
So Andy felt no sense of apprehension as he went to work with Eloise. What he felt was a strange mingling of shock and arousal over the circumstances which paired him with Eloise in the same room where Tom was paired with Liz. He had an almost blinding lust to screw the bald-cunted broad beneath him until she screamed for mercy.
He began with a slow plunging of his prick in and out of her lathered pussy as ho forced her butt cheeks together with his hands.
"Ah!" she said, and writhed, rising and falling with his strokes.
He glanced again at Liz and Tom...
The big man was kissing downward along her body ... nibbling and licking ... His hands stroked the satiny flesh, making it shimmy erotically. He stroked across her garter belt, over the slight, soft curve of her belly and into the top of her black, curly fluff.
"Tom...! " she breathed. Her stockinged legs, steepled, swayed this way and that.
He still refrained from stroking her pussy.
"Roll over," he said and touched her on the hip.
She rolled, presenting her pretty ass to him. The mounds were plump yet tautly rounded, the skin smooth as it could be. Her ass was delectably white, in contrast to her thighs and belly which were regularly exposed to the suri when she wore a bikini.
He stroked her ass lovingly, his long hand spanning most of both cheeks at first, then curving around one and the other separately. He rubbed the cheeks in gentle rotation, then impudently and with suave deftness pinched them apart and looked at her ass-hole.
He let them snap back and gave them a pat, enjoying the way the taut mounds shivered.
He got his face down near them and kissed just below the waistband of her garter belt, licking the lower portion of her spine. She whimpered and writhed. He stroked a buttock gently, then slid his open mouth down onto it, grazing the rubbery globe with his teeth.
She panted heavily, and her ass lifted a little, its cheeks splitting apart.
He slid his parted lips to the other buttock and kissed that one. He licked it and nibbled. She writhed again.
He knew what it would take to really set her on fire, and he wanted to do that. So he pinched her buttocks apart once again and burrowed with his mouth into the crack. His flickering tongue touched her ass-hole quickly several times.
Liz was about to come. She'd never had a man make love to her this way before. Now she was tight as a drawn bow, ready to release its arrow.
But the arrow didn't fly as yet, because Tom quit kissing her ass. He licked down the back of a thigh until he reached her stocking rim, then slid his tongue under the top of the stocking and ran it around her thigh that way until he was stopped by a garter. He gripped the garter strap in his teeth and snapped it lightly against her flesh.
She whimpered.
He straightened up and rolled her onto her back once more. She slid off two of the pillows, and he paused to replace them underneath her ass and her back. Now he moved her thighs widely apart.
God, but she was drooling!
He leaned very close, breathed in the fragrance of her cunt, then touched its opposing lips with his thumbs. He gently drew those moist lips apart. He gazed into her spasming little hole.
The muscles of her vaginal mouth were jumping wildly.
Tom bent and stabbed into the open channel with his tongue-once, twice, three times-then he scrambled forward atop her and sank his huge, thick cock as deeply into her cunt as it would go.
"AaAH!" she exclaimed, coming as he began to move.
He stroked fast and hard, and her orgasm was one of the sharpest and fullest she had ever known. The rolling waves of pleasure kept coming, rocking her deeply. Her pussy grabbed at his pistoning cock again and again, stimulating him intensely. He worked harder.
Now he came, groaning and spurting into her, grinding his hot cock deep...
Andy prolonged his screw of Eloise, wanting to derive every bit of excitement he possibly could. Up on his arms, above her, he stroked as he watched Tom finish with Liz-digging deep, compressing his buttocks, and shaking as his geyser erupted in her cunt. Liz had been climaxing for quite a while, going off like a string of firecrackers-bang, bang, bang.
Eloise had finished, also, but her climax was rather soft. She had drunk too much to experience an intense one, he surmised. Groaning, she had slacked off after the orgasm, and he was forced to move along after that. She did ... harder and faster.
Now he strove to the finish, his dick pumping in and out of her cunt like a racing piston. He kept a hand on one of her tits, and squeezed it viciously as he gave her his final rapid strokes. He made a strangling sound of exultation as his pecker jerked and spewed forth the load from his balls.
It was over.
Andy pushed himself up again and glanced at Tom and Liz. They were both sitting on the pillows, looking his way.
"She's not a bad screw, is she?" Tom grinned, referring to his own wife. Andy said, "No, she's not." He looked at Liz.
She gazed back at him unsmiling, her eyes a little glassy. Her hair was mussed. Her expression contained a touch of defiance, but overshadowing that was what he interpreted as wonderment.
It was understandable. What had just happened in the Bairds' suburban living room was something to wonder at.
Andy pushed himself off Eloise. Strangely, perhaps, he wasn't embarrassed. He hadn't done anything with Tom's wife that Tom hadn't done with his, and they had all done it in the same room, with equal nudity all the way around. So, why should any of them feel ashamed?
But it was a hell of a situation.
Andy got up and stepped to the coffee table to get a cigarette.
Tom joined him. "Want to make a night of it?" he asked quietly as he reached for a smoke. Andy glanced at him. The older man grinned. "Okay," Andy said. "Why not?" "Why don't we all go into the master bedroom?
There's a big bed. The four of us can get on it at the same time."
"All right." Why should Andy draw the line at any thing now? Tom carried a cigarette to Liz.
Eloise was still lying on the floor, but she had pushed herself up on an elbow.
"Want one?" Andy asked her, holding the cigarette humidor.
"Mmmmm," she said.
He took one to her, lit it in his mouth and placed it between her lips.
"What I really need is another drink," she said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
He walked nude to the bar to get her one. On his way back, he caught Liz' eye again. Tom was seated beside her, talking quietly, but she was looking at Andy. In the exchange of looks which passed between them, there seemed to be a mutual admission that their marital relationship had entered on a new plane.
After a few minutes, both couples went into the bedroom. Tom drew back the bedspread and covers on the large bed.
"Well, folks," he proposed, "let's make ourselves comfortable."
He drew Liz down onto the bed with him. "Shall we?" Andy asked Eloise. "Sure," she said.
They embraced loosely and sank to the bed together. Andy found himself between Eloise and Liz, with Tom half above Liz, at her other side.
What followed was stranger and further out than what had occurred in the other room, but it seemed to come naturally to everyone, as the fun in the other room had come naturally.
They began to kiss and pet, at first just Eloise with Andy and Tom with Liz. Tom took off Liz's stockings, peeling them slowly down her lovely legs. His kissing mouth followed his hands. Finally, he removed her garter belt, making her nudity complete. Tom continued to browse low on her body, kissing all around.
Andy and Eloise rolled from one position to another, fondling each other freely. Their legs and arms frequently bumped the other couple and, at one point, became entangled with their limbs. Andy's cock gradually regained its strength.
He couldn't help watching his wife and Tom. He managed to do this even as he kissed Eloise and caressed her, accepting her caresses as well. His hand was in her soft crotch, his fingers manipulating the rubbery slick lips of her vulva, and he watched Tom holding Liz by the ass while he sucked lengthily at her titties. She writhed and moaned, her arm striking Andy across the chest.
Andy noticed that Tom's cock was still soft. Huge, but too soft to do its thing. Liz's hands had made a few swipes at it, but Tom had kept twisting around, and she was too drunk with alcohol and passion to pursue him consistently. Also, being female, she naturally expected to receive more than she gave in the lovemaking department.
Andy noted that Tom began gradually working his way lower on Liz's body. Andy and Eloise just rolled and tossed, stroking more or less at random, sometimes grabbing ... kissing and licking, their mouths remaining in the region of each other's upper body. Andy wanted it that way. He didn't really care to go down on the woman-not this woman, not now. He had no idea whether she would go down on him, but he didn't care to press the matter.
Tom was working his way into Liz's brush patch, as he had done before.
Eloise noted that Andy was watching, from his position at the lower edge of the pillow, as Tom snuggled into the vee of Liz's thighs.
"Oh, Tom! Oh, God!" Liz said.
"like to watch?" Eloise murmured to Andy as she kissed him moistly on the face, and he pulled at one of her loose, squidgy breasts.
"Yeah," he growled.
"Let's slide down there."
They slid, curling up in a ball midway between the head and foot of the bed. They were snuggled close to Tom's side, and they could smell Liz's strong arousal-mingled, as it was, with Tom's earlier spendings in her loins.
He hadn't really placed his mouth on her pussy yet. He was nibbling at her hairs, licking through them, and teasing the white, soft flesh of her groin. Now he gripped her lush thighs from underneath and boosted them onto his shoulders. One of Liz's legs struck Andy on the forehead.
Tom turned and grinned. "Sorry, old buddy," he said.
Andy told him, "Think nothing of it."
Eloise giggled and gave Andy's prick a yank.
She kept her hand there now and watched her husband zero in on the woman's cunt. Andy watched with equal fascination. Liz began thrashing wildly.
Tom had her body bent into a bow, her ass curved upward. She locked her legs in back of his head, and his hands slid to her buttocks, grasping them with his thumb j in the crack. He opened that crack as widely as he couid, which also tended to pull her cunt wider open. It was fiery and wet, but there were flecks of white come on it, as well as her own thick juice.
Growling hungrily, Tom dug right in.
Andy pushed down farther on the bed, so as to get a better view. Now he was sighting into his wife's split crotch from under her elevated thigh. He watched Tom's tongue lap over her soft pussy flesh, just the lips of the cunt-up and down. Then Tom licked lower, gobbling up the juices that had dribbled from her quim. He licked to her ass-hole and didn't stop, but proceeded to worm his tongue at the tight little aperture.
Eloise giggled again. Andy became very hot.
Growling once more, Tom gripped Liz's pliant flesh harder and licked up into her cunt, this time lapping deeply. Liz began to toss and twist, bumping into Andy and Eloise with her thigh and hip.
Tom took his tongue out of her vagina and licked up across her clitoris. He tongued that clitty for quite a while, then caught it between his lips to roll it and suck on it.
By now, Liz was beside herself with lust. Suddenly, Tom stopped kissing her and lifted his head.
"Your turn," he said simply. "Suck me off."
"No. Screw me," she begged.
Andy watched and listened in utter fascination.
"Take my prick in your month first," Tom insisted.
She let out a little cry, and, as he stretched out on his back, she scrambled around to bend over his loins. Her hot eyes caught Andy's steady gaze for a moment during this process, but she immediately looked away and concentrated on what she was about to do.
Andy continued to stare as she stroked Tom's sizable prick, which still wasn't bone-hard. Her black hair fell against his loins, and her lips came down moistly around the tip of his dong. It jerked a little.
Now that she had gotten the scent and taste and had decided it wasn't bad-was exciting, even-she slid her mouth the rest of the way down around the knob of his' peter.
"Watch her ... watch her..." Eloise whispered avidly as she pulled at Andy's prick and stroked it.
He was treated to the strangely stimulating but also troubling spectacle of his wife expertly and eagerly sucking the cock of another man. She had sucked Andy's cock a few times when she became very passionate. (He could almost count those occasions on the fingers of one hand.) Here she was sucking a strange man's cock the first time out ... and with Andy watching.
Her head bobbed, her black hair rippling and dancing erotically against Tom's skin. The muscles in her throat were working. Tom groaned and turned his head on the pillow. His eyes were closed.
After watching for a few seconds, Eloise scrambled atop Andy. Her hand fitted his prick to her hot little hole, and the cunt came down slickly around it. The fit wasn't as snug as he would have liked.
He continued to watch Liz suck Tom's cock, as Eloise gyrated atop him, gradually pumping up his passion balloon.
Finally, Liz raised her head with a cry. "Screw me now!" she demanded loudly.
"Get on," Tom groaned.
"No! I wanta be on my back. Take me from on top. Hurry!"
He did as she wished, letting her lie down, then rolling atop her, into the saddle of her splayed thighs. His dick was hard enough now to give her a delightful ride, and it dived right into her steaming cunt. The shaft sank itself all the way to the hairy bunched-up balls at its base.
Tom started to grind and stroke, grunting, his head at the opposite side of Liz's. Eloise kept moving atop Andy, who turned his head on the pillow and gazed into his wife's smoky eyes.
It was weird. In a way, it was good. In another way, he didn't like it. But he was marvelously stimulated ... as were Liz and the Bairds.
The two pumping couples made the bed rock.