"Wait a minute, baby," she said to Pete, removing her lips from Rose's jug for the moment. "You can have her in just a minute."
Pete watched Cindy suck Rose's tit and had to admit it was a fascinating thing to view. Without quite realizing what he was doing, he moved to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a good-sized drink. He stood sipping on it as Cindy went from one of Rose's tits to the other, sucking them so noisily that Pete could hear the slurping sound all the way across the room. One by one the garments of the two women were dropped to the floor until both stood nude in the center of the room. Cindy was still sucking Rose's boobs and now Rose inserted her fingers up Cindy's cunt. Pete nearly choked on his drink, he was so excited at what he was viewing. Rose's finger was going in and out of Cindy's twat like a piston. Cindy was sighing and sucking and moving her butt about wantonly, as if she were about to explode.
Pete could barely stand it. He yanked off his clothing, after checking to make sure the front door was locked and the shades drawn, and joined them in the center of the room. He got his head in between their bodies and took one of Cindy's titties in his mouth, and the three of them sank to the carpet, temporarily losing their grips on the others. Immediately the fascinating routine began exactly as it had been, only with more intensity.
Pete knew one thing was missing. No, two things. His stiffened prick was not being used and neither was Rose's cunt. Before he could think about this, the position of each was changed as if by magic, and Pete found Cindy's cunt against his face, his tongue dipping deeply into the hot, wet crack. Rose, he saw, was sucking his cock passionately, which meant that Cindy was going down on Rose.
What a lovely thing it was.
How exhilarating.
Stimulating.
Beautiful.
Rose bit his cock lightly and caused him a moment of alarm, during which he pulled his face away from Cindy's box. Immediately, she sought to wrap her lovely legs about his head to force him to continue. Rose had stopped the biting, so Pete did not need to be forced to resume the cunt-lapping. He was only too willing. Cindy's gash was sweet and clean and nice. It was also wet and sticky and extremely warm.
"Go off in me, Pete," Rose muttered thickly. "Please go off in my mouth. I must have it immediately!"
Everyone seemed to come alive at this remark and there followed one of the most remarkable sex sessions Pete had ever experienced.
Everyone was coming into someone else's mouth. Pete blew in Rose's mouth with all the force of Niagara, and he kept on flowing as she sucked his dick and swallowed his juice. He, in turn, lapped Cindy's cunt with all the speed and skill he could muster, which was considerable, for shortly, she grabbed his hair and pulled it very hard, causing him no small amount of temporary pain. What Cindy was doing to Rose, Pete could not see too well, because Cindy's tits were in his range of vision. He reached up and pulled on Cindy's right boob and felt her scream, not from any pain he might have been inflicting, but because Rose had blown her cunt juice into Cindy's mouth, all of which took place fast and in a most hectic manner.
It was some minutes later that all three of them lay still. Only their fierce breathing gave any indication that any of them were alive. All three had their eyes closed and all three were perspiring freely.
Finally, Pete sat up and looked at the two nude women near him. He noted with satisfaction that the hair around their cunts was extremely wet and sticky-looking. This excited him all over again. As he was rested enough now, he mounted one of them, hardly noting which one it was. It turned out to be Rose. His prick buried deeply into her box, he sought to pull Cindy's body around in such a manner that he could go down on her twat at the same time. Cindy, apparently, didn't understand what he wanted her to do, for she kept turning up her asshole to his mouth so often that he finally contented himself by sucking it instead.
Cindy appeared to like having her asshole sucked. She purred like a kitten while at the same time, Pete noted, she rammed her fingers up his bung. Each time he thrust his cock deeply into Rose, Cindy would bury her finger up his ass.
It was all very thrilling and wonderfully exhausting to Pete and, when he finally blew off for the second time, he remained where he was on top of the woman who lived next door, his hard-on still embedded deeply within her box.
Cindy was not through, however. She rested for a few moments, and then pushed Pete off Rose's body and, taking his prick between her lips, began to suck it passionately.
Pete was much concerned.
He didn't think he would be able to come three times in a row with very little rest.
Pete Braden was completely fooled. He was much more virile than he had ever considered himself to be.
He shot off into Cindy's mouth and she gobbled up his cream as if she were a hungry kitten.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was well past midnight when Pete arrived home and stepped onto the front porch. He noticed that a light had been turned on in the front room, but he had seen none in the bedroom. Wondering if this meant that Mark was still fucking Mary, he entered the house quietly and stole across the front room to listen at the door of the bedroom. There were no sounds, not even the slight, soft sounds of breathing coming from the room. He pushed the door open carefully and spoke Mary's name softly. She did not answer, and he hesitantly turned on the light. The bed was made up and there certainly was no Mary and Mark lying on it. The pillows looked fresh and clean. Pete frowned, flicked off the light and returned to the front room where he poured himself a small drink. It was perhaps ten minutes later that he decided to call Cindy to see if Mark had returned home. She told him over the phone that she had not seen Mark and had been about to call Pete. Pete hung up after telling her that Mark and Mary might have gone somewhere, possibly even to a motel, just to see what it was like – for the kick of it. He didn't believe this for one moment, but he had to tell Cindy something.
"Pete," she said at length, "why don't you come back here? I don't like being alone for long periods of time."
"I'll wait a little while and, if I don't hear from Mark and Mary, I'll come back to your place."
"Good," she said. "Don't wait too long. I'm scared of being alone at night."
He hung up and waited for over an hour, then called Cindy again. "They haven't returned. I'm sure they must have gone to a motel for some reason. As I said before, probably for the kick of it. Do you still want me to come to your place?"
"Yes, Pete. Please come over. I hate being alone at night. I think Mark is mean for doing this and not telling anyone."
"My car is gone, so we at least know they went somewhere in the car."
A note of alarm crept into her tone as she spoke. "Do you think they might have had an accident, Pete?"
"We would have been notified by now, Cindy. I know that Mary carries plenty of identification in her purse when she goes somewhere."
"So does Mark. At least, I think he does. Maybe we'd better call the hospitals, Pete. What do you think?"
"Tell you what," he said to reassure her. "I'll call the hospitals and then call you back. Okay?"
"Okay, Pete."
They both hung up at the same time, and Pete called several hospitals, all there were in the city, but no one named Mark Alexander or Mary Braden had been involved in any accident. He called Cindy back immediately and told her this. He could hear her breathing a sigh of relief.