Then, without warning, her head dropped to his lap and her mouth closed over the bulb-shaped head of his prick, sucking from the dilated cum-slit the slight drop of moisture that glistened there. She sucked and lapped eagerly at his fuck-stick, running her tongue around and around its mushroom head and then closing her mouth over it once more and sliding her lips all the way down his cock-shaft until Frank felt sure the tip of his tool must be grazing her tonsils.
"Jeez!" the big man groaned through gritted teeth, his hands gripping the white leather of the chair as he resisted the almost overwhelming urge to come, to shoot his load of sticky white sperm right down this sexy brunette's greedy little throat.
Frank fought the urge, determined to save his hard-on for Sally's tight-looking pussy. He watched with seasoned lust as her ass writhed provocatively behind her while she sucked his dick, her whole being obviously turning on to her wanton activities – first her sexy strip-tease and now her hungry need to suck his cock.
"Oh, baby, you're really turning me on! Jesus Christ, I've never met anybody who could suck cock like you do!"
Sally was totally preoccupied with lust. She could feel her pussy-juice seeping moistly onto her naked thighs as she sucked hungrily at the lovely thick cock that stood up so hard and firm and ready to fuck her. She loved the slick filling feel of his rod in her mouth, but there was something she knew she'd love better. She wanted to feel the big tool jammed up inside her waiting cunt.
She looked longingly at the prick that glistened lewdly with her own saliva as she raised her head from Frank's lap.
"God, I've got to have your cock in me now!" she told her companion, her whole face a writhing picture of need as she crawled up onto the chair, straddling the man's hips and poising her wet, ready cunt directly over his upthrust prick.
***Angie had felt the need to be alone this evening. Much as she loved being with Sally and Saxon, she thought it would be fun for a change to treat herself to a good meal somewhere and then see a movie. Just to reacquaint herself with herself. The last few weeks had been one long, hectic bout of sensuality, involving just the three of them, and it had undoubtedly been the most beautiful, totally fulfilling experience of Angie's life. But except for trips to and from work, she hadn't been alone once. And tonight was to be the night.
But once she'd relaxed with a delicious bottle of wine and a filling meal, Angie began to feel the old familiar sensations down in her belly. She was turned on.
The hell with a movie, she thought. I think I'll go home and see what Sally and Saxon are up to.
She felt a happy glow inside as she drove home. The pretty blonde had never before in her life known what it was to have a real loving home to "go home" to. It was a fine feeling, one she hadn't the slightest intention of jeopardizing. As far as she was concerned, it would be just her and Sally and Saxon living happily ever after.
Sure beats lonely nights in front of the TV, finger-fucking and dating assholes, Angie told herself with a smug grin as she pulled up in front of the house.
She saw the lights burning behind the drapes in the living room and felt immediately comforted by the assurance that Sally was home. She felt sure, though, that she could hear a dog barking somewhere not too far away, and she was positive it was Saxon. That was strange. Why wouldn't Saxon be with Sally?
Feeling suddenly apprehensive, Angie decided to go around to the back door and sneak into the living room. That way, if there was any trouble, she'd know about it before whoever was in the living room knew she was home. And if everything was all right, it would be a nice surprise for Sally.
Angie let herself quietly through the back door. She was sure now that Saxon was locked in the garage, and she could feel her heart thumping with fear as she tiptoed to the living room.
She froze in her tracks as sight and sound greeted her simultaneously.
"Oooohhh!" Sally moaned wantonly, throwing back her head and closing her eyes as she lowered her throbbing cunt down onto Frank's upthrust cock. Just the pressure of the swollen knob at her quaking cunt-mouth was enough to drive her mad with excitement. Already her twat was so wet and open that it wasn't difficult for her to take the first few inches of dick right up inside. Then she reveled in the delicious feeling of fulfillment as she lowered her cunt down all the way onto his hard cock-shaft, her pussy-walls dilating to receive Frank's entire long prick. She groaned in pleasure as she stuffed herself with cock.
"Oh, Frank! Oh, you've got a beautiful dick, honey. It feels so good up inside my pussy!"
Keeping her eyes closed in order to better appreciate the fantastic feelings in her cunt, Sally braced herself against Frank's chest and began to hump her hips up and down over the big man's swollen dong.
Angie had to stuff her fist into her mouth to keep herself from crying aloud. How could Sally do such a thing to her? They were lovers, still practically on their honeymoon, and she'd brought home this pick-up and was fucking him right on the chair in the living room!
Angie's anger and hurt only increased as she drank in the obvious relish with which Sally was fucking, as though she hadn't come in a month of Sundays.
I'm not enough for her. I didn't satisfy her, Angie thought, beset by confused emotions of guilt and shame and anger. She's nothing but a whore! She's incapable of fidelity!
Disgusted as she was by the scene of animal lust before her, Angie could not tear herself away from the titillating spectacle. There was her girlfriend, dressed only in garters, stockings and high heels, pumping her cunt hungrily up and down over the thick, glistening shaft of the blond stranger's prick. Angie couldn't suppress a little surge of vicarious excitement as she watched Sally's beautiful face contort with cock-hungry lust.
Sure didn't take her long, Angie thought bitterly. I turn my back for a couple of hours and she's humping away with some perfect stranger right in our house.
"Ooooohhh, Frankie baby! You've got such a beautiful prick, honey! My cunt feels like it's on fire!"
Sally's words came out a little unevenly, for she was short of breath from her vigorous humping over the big man's cock. She could feel the first signs of explosion lurking in the pit of her belly, and she began a continuous wail as she fucked her cunt more and more furiously on the hard prick.
"Oh, keep fucking like that, Sally honey!" Frank groaned, his head sunk back against the smooth leather of the chair, his hips thrusting up against the undulating cunt pulsating so demandingly over him. He'd never experienced a fuck like this in his entire life!
All thought was swept from the big man's mind as he felt Sally's hips step up their taunting pace over his juice-slickened cock. Frank realized the sexy bitch was right on the brink of a come. A moment later, she told him so.
"Oh, God, Frank! I'm coming! Coommiinngg!!"
Sally thrust her ass furiously up and down over that filling cock-shaft for several moments before finally collapsing forward on his chest like a spent rag doll. She felt him shooting his sperm far up into her welcoming cunt, but she hadn't another iota of energy left to move with him. He grabbed her shoulders hard and pumped up into her snatch like a riveting machine gone wild, and then he was still.
"Christ, you're unbelievable, doll!" Frank groaned as he worked out the last drops of his load. "It's going to take me a few minutes…"
"Well, if this isn't the sweetest fucking display I've seen in my lifetime, I don't know what is," Angie interrupted, venom dripping from her voice.
Sally found a reserve of energy she didn't know was in her and leapt to her feet in front of her obscenely sprawled lover.
"Angie! What… how… Angie, please don't be angry, honey! This doesn't mean I don't love…" Hot tears sprang to the lovely brunette's eyes.