That kept Jennifer busy. The salty, tangy taste of her pussy fluid made Gloria all the more aware of her own body. She felt her own fuck juices leaking around the plug of Tom's prick and trickling down the insides of her soft thighs. The tiny river of love oils tickled and turned her on in a big way.
Everything turned her on in a big way!
This was exactly what she had been needing for so long. She realized she shouldn't have dug her little hole and pulled it in after her. She should have stayed in the real world, sexually active with swingers like Tom and Jennifer. Mourning was such a silly thing, on the face of it. Sure, she had loved her husband, but no amount of crying and self-denial would ever bring him back.
Henry had been a reasonable man. He wouldn't have wanted her to become a nun and forsake all sex. He would approve of this scene with a huge prick reaming out his wife's fuck tunnel while she licked and sucked and tongued another woman's twat. Henry would have enjoyed it, participating or simply watching.
Gloria came.
Her left leg, draped around the man's waist, tightened and pulled him firmly into her fleshy ass. The feel of his hairy thighs rubbing against her naked flesh was almost as big a thrill for her as the thick prick buried all the way up her cunt.
"Fuck harder!" she cried. "Fuck me till I burn up inside!"
The man tried to do just that. He started slowly, his fucking tempo almost maddeningly slow. Building up, he twisted and corkscrewed into her needy twat until she writhing in utter arousal. But he kept adding new dimensions to the fucking. He was never content to simply allow her to feel his prick.
Reaching around her waist, he found the tiny button of her clit buried at the vee of her cunt lips. He began stroking his finger along it, circling the base and teasing all the way to the sensitive tip. Every feathery touch was electric and made her catch her breath. She felt as if huge weights were being piled up inside until she couldn't stand it any longer. She came again, this time harder than the time before. She hardly thought it possible, but she didn't come down from her sexual high. The feel of the cock, the way the man worked her clit around like a tiny marble, the taste of the other woman's pussy, all pushed her to even higher stages of arousal.
"God, give it all to me," she screamed around a mouthful of cunt. "I need it. Sweet Jesus, how I need it! Fuck meeee haaaaaard!"
The man's hand left her clit and moved forward, stroking along the smooth flesh of her belly. She came again when he found one of her dangling tits. He began milking her like he would have a cow. Strong fingers clamped around the base of one tit, then slowly moved down to the nipple.
A slight brush and she came. And came and came.
She felt like a machine gun going off. The man's prick never ceased its relentless fucking of her tight pussy, but he continued to do all the other things that made fucking with him more exciting than with any other men.
"Keep that leg wrapped around me," he commanded. The harsh order sent new chills up her spine. He could be so dominant. He knew what he wanted, he knew what she wanted, and he would do anything to give the ultimate in human pleasure to both of them.
She tensed the slender leg circling his waist. She pressed the foot down until it edged into the man's crack. Strongly muscled ass worked against her foot as he continued to drive that rock-hard cock into her juicy twat. She felt as if she could stay in this position forever.
She started ramming her hips back to meet his prick. The way he hotly surged all the way along her fuck tunnel was more than enough to keep her happy. But he added constant stimulation with his hand. He milked her tits. He stroked her clit. His hairy thighs rubbed against her bare ass. Even his hot and harsh breathing gusting across her spine turned her on.
She came again, her pussy collapsing hard on his cock. This made his prick feel twice as large. She allowed the ripples of her come to rocket the full length of her twat, messaging his cock, coaxing it, trying to milk it of his jism. She got off and he still fucked with his long, strong strokes.
"God, oh God, fuck me, fuck me gooooood!" she begged. No longer able to keep her mouth on the other woman's pussy, she concentrating solely on her own delights. And they were many. His cock. The way she was wrapped around his waist. Her tiny pussy accepting more and more cock as he speeded up the tempo of the fucking. Her clit. They all melted together in one huge orgasm.
She felt as if the top of her head had blasted off and gone into orbit. By the time she came down from the biggest come she had ever experienced, she realized his prick was no longer in her cunt. The hollowness bothered her. She still needed his cock badly, but he had other obligations. Jennifer was demanding some of the action, too. All Gloria could do was sob and sigh and try to put out the burning fires of lust, that had been ignited in her loins – and hope she didn't go crazy with desire before she controlled her rampaging emotions.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Whew," the woman said, rolling to one side and curling her legs up next to her. "I'm about worn out. God, Tom, it was as good as ever – better!"
"You're just saying that. Besides, it's been a long time since you were over. And you were in the mood."
His cock was still jutting ferociously from his groin. She watched in fascination as the prick danced erotically, bucking and throbbing with every beat of his heart. She wondered at the man's stamina. The woman wasn't kidding herself, she knew she had a tight pussy. Still, she couldn't believe Tom was still sporting his hard-on. The man was simply too much!
"Quit licking your lips like that, bitch," he said jokingly to his wife. "I know that look. And I always end up with sore balls afterwards. Christ, the last time you looked like that, we fucked all night long. I thought I would never satisfy you!"
"But you did," said Jennifer softly. "And I want to see if you can still do it. I'm horny. Shit, the feel of Gloria's mouth all over my snatch made me that way. Before, well, I was just uncomfortable and working my way up to horny. But what are you going to do about it?"
She rolled back and lifted her legs wantonly. Gloria felt her own pussy begin to churn perversely at the sight of the other woman's cunt. How she wanted to sit back and eat out Jennifer! She licked her lips and almost went to the tasty task when she realized this was a sex game between the other two. Jennifer was saying and doing, all those lewd things to get a rise out of Tom.
A rise, indeed! He already had a boner that would do any man proud. Jennifer was trying to get him to use it where it would do the most good. Gloria licked her lips again at the sight of the dark-furred rim of Jennifer's pussy. The bristly hairs were damp, both with her own saliva and the inner juices boiling out. Somehow, Jennifer managed to make her inner cunt lips poke past the puffy outer ones in a positively obscene way.
The scalloped inner cunt lips flapped a little and then pursed in a sort of kiss that made Gloria wish she had as cock of her own. She wanted to go over and fuck the other woman! Damn, but the sight of that pussy was making her horny!
"I don't know," said Tom. "I'm not really in the mood any more. Gloria's pussy wore me out. I think I'll rest awhile. Maybe later, hmmmm?"
Gloria couldn't believe the man's words. His prick was still hard and as long as ever. The idea that he was worn nut didn't match the condition of his cock. And then she realized what was happening. This was another come-on. Tom wanted what happened to him next.
"You son of a bitch!" cried Jennifer, dropping her feet to the floor and swarming up and over Tom. He was completely bowled over by her body. He grabbed hold of her tits but she still managed to pin him flat to the floor with her weight.
She gasped as he began fondling her tits.