"I'll do anything, baby. Don't worry, I won't spoil your fun. I'll try to add to it."
I could have kissed her, but there wasn't time. I instead opened the door and smiled at Nora Doans. "Hello, Nora. Come in, my wife has been looking forward to seeing you."
Nora looked fine in a brown suit, the skirt of which wasn't as long as some of her outfits I had seen previously – two of them, to be exact. Her dark eyes were aflame, her dark brows perfectly even above her eyes, her teeth white and flashing. She entered the room and I introduced the two women, feeling rather odd at introducing someone I had screwed to my own wife, but this feeling passed almost immediately.
"My, but you're pretty, Mrs. Horton," Nora told Mary. "I just knew you would be pretty, but I never dreamed you would be so very pretty."
Obviously, this pleased Mary, for she already had gotten to her feet, all smiles, and now she graciously took Nora's coat and hung it up before I could offer to. "I do hope, Miss Doans, that you're as hot and bothered as Bull and I at seeing you, I mean," Mary said to her quietly. "I've heard quite a bit about your session with Jill Burns and my husband, and it thrills me just thinking about it."
Nora looked dubious but only for a moment. She obviously knew Mary was sincere because when Mary is sincere she is extremely sincere, if you know what I mean.
"I-er-feel just a trifle 'er embarrassed, Mrs. Horton. Are you sure you aren't angry at me for-having-er-intercourse with… well, you know who?"
Mary patted her cheek. "Of course not, my dear. I hope you enjoyed him." Mary coughed. "He does have such a nice one, don't you think. So hard and big and well, I'm sure you know what I mean. As for me, I could fuck or suck him every minute if it were humanly possible. Don't you feel that way about his cock, too, Miss Doans?"
"Er-yes indeed, but won't you please call me Nora. May I call you Mary?"
"Certainly. We should be on a first name basis inasmuch as both of us have sucked Bull's prick and swallowed his come." Mary laughed at this and moving away from Nora Doans, poured three quick drinks for us. She handed a glass to Nora and one to me. She lifted the third one. "A toast," she cried. "Here's to bigger and better cocks. May they grow so hard they' hurt everyone including the owners of them."
I laughed so hard I could barely swallow the contents of my glass, which I soon discovered was straight whiskey. I got it down all right and poured out three more for us, which we drank, the women trying desperately, I thought, to swallow the stuff as quickly and effortlessly as I was doing. Then we had another drink and still another and by this time I was getting high. So were the women and this was very obvious from the way they were behaving. Mary had her hand up Nora's leg and Nora was kissing Mary's titty. I simply stood there in the middle of the room, my cock hard and dripping and wanting to get into the act somehow. The next thing I knew Mary and Nora were shedding their garments as fast as possible. They both removed everything, strangely enough, but their stockings and shoes. The two of them walked from the living room into the large front room where there were no lights turned on. The only light in that room came from the living room, but I could see them well enough. They dropped to the carpeting, one facing in one direction, the other facing the opposite one. Mary was on her back and Nora lay down on her tummy-tummy. The two of them then, regardless of my presence, began tonguing each other's cunt.
They would squirm this way and that all the better to get their tongues in more deeply while their arms were flung about each other's body in a strange lovers' embrace. The way those two females went at one another was something else. I nearly blew off in my pants simply by watching their extreme passion. I felt somewhat left out of things, but the pleasure, I was obtaining from viewing the scene more than made up for any feelings of resentment I may have had, if I had any. I walked into the large room unnoticed by either Mary or Nora and removed my pants. Then I took off my under shorts and stood over the lipping, tonguing, gasping females, my cock dripping sap down onto their bodies. Neither of them paid any attention to me, as I have said, but I stood there having one small blow job after another, the come from my dick falling and striking them in the faces and breasts. Once I saw Nora remove her tongue from Mary's twat and run her hand over her face scooping up a bit of my, come. She put her fingers in her mouth quickly and cleansed them and then, still without noticing me, returned her face fiercely to Mary's crotch where she again began to tongue off my wife. Mary was having just as much of a passionate time of it as was Nora.
Mary's face was red, she was breathing very fast, little moans escaped from her throat from time to time and once I saw her use her two forefingers to separate Nora's cunt widely so she, Mary, could get her tongue in farther. It was, on the whole, a wildly exciting scene and if I hadn't known that eventually I would be included in the session I would, have felt very, bad indeed.
The first I knew one of them had seen me standing over them was when Nora grabbed me around the legs and squealing like a little piggy, drew me down on top of them. They reversed positions – I couldn't figure out why for a moment – and the next moment Nora was kissing my mouth passionately while Mary was sucking my cock. I wanted to blow off quickly, but I knew it was better to cool it, to hold back.
"Oh… baby…" I moaned, thrill after thrill passing up and down my spine.
I didn't say anything more for a very good reason. Nora had reversed her body again and her wet cunt was actually slapped against my mouth as she writhed her hips suggestively, wanting me to lip her off. I darted my tongue into her slit, enjoying it immensely while out of the corner of my eyes I saw her pull Mary's hips about until she, Nora, could reach my wife's box with her lips. Her head seemed to disappear between Mary's legs, while during all of this Mary continued to suck my dick, going all the way down on it with every "stroke" of her head.
Nora stopped lipping long enough to say something. "I've been such a fool…
I've been missing out on all the fun in life… believe me, I'm not going to miss out any longer." Immediately, she began darting her tongue into my wife's cunt, almost without dropping a beat.
While she was doing this, I was, of course, kissing her box and running my tongue over her slit, every now and then darting it up inside her far enough to cause her to stiffen and grasp my hair and pull. She pulled my hair so often and so hard during that entire session that I later wondered if the soreness would ever leave my scalp. Her cunt was sweet and wet and had a fleshy scent to it that was maddening. What made it especially nice, I supposed, was the knowledge that it had never been tampered with until I came along and did so. A virgin cunt or one that is almost a virgin, cunt, is the most delicious of all to lip and tongue. It is a physiological thing, of course, but just the same it is there-there in your mind, and you enjoy lipping and tonguing a twat you know hasn't been penetrated by another man's prick. At least, I felt this way now, and believe me, I gave her cunt a working over she wouldn't soon forget. At the same time Mary was sucking my dick with such reckless abandon I wondered how I ever stood it so long without squirting my sap into her mouth. It must have taken a super human effort of will on my part, because Mary's mouth enveloping my rigid penis felt marvelous, and "marvelous" isn't by any means a strong enough word. It was maddeningly wonderful. A three-way fest is terribly exciting, even as a four-way fest or even a five-way can be. I made up my mind that sooner or later, and hopefully sooner, I would arrange to get Jack, Jill, Mary and Nora together in one room, and along with myself we would have one hell of a daisy chain in operation.
"Oh… honey," Mary murmured. "Heavenly this is… so… " She broke off and returned to her cock-sucking chore, if it were a chore, which I doubted very much. It was a pleasure for her I could tell.