Barely in time, she thought. God, she had almost been caught! What would Bill have thought of her if he found out she had been finger-fucking her cunt in the yard? Even she could recognize that their sex since they had married three weeks before wasn't the best in the world, and Brenda was positive that Bill would have taken her finger fucking and cumming all over her hands as a giant put down to what he had been doing with his cock.
Unfortunately, the Goddess like Laura Stone was still in her mind, and she couldn't help but compare herself to that. Brenda's tits were nice, firm overturned coffee cups of jiggly tit flesh. But her brown-haired neighbor, just a couple of inches taller, made Brenda look like a kid. Bill could suck half of one of Brenda's tits into his mouth, but he would have had trouble holding one of Laura Stone's tits in a single hand. And even with that size, Laura's tits were firm and shapely, with huge brown nipples.
And while Brenda's ass still had the streamlined look of youth, Laura Stone's ass flared neatly into a seductively feminine swell. Brenda hadn't been able to see the older woman's patch of pussy hair, but she was sure that had to be both darker and thicker than the golden fleece that sprinkled her own cunt. There, the yellow hair was so colorless and thin that the delicate lips of her pussy gash could easily be seen.
Brenda squirmed against the bed, trying to scratch a itch she couldn't find. One thing was for certain – it was entirely too hot for covers. Maybe some of the heat was her own, since her body felt all funny and excited, even more than it usually did when Bill's clumsy fingers tried to get her pussy turned on.
Just three weeks before, her new husband had ripped out her cherry, and during that first fucking Brenda had blasted her first-ever glorious cum. But it had seemed to go away somewhere and hide after that, since that first cum had also been her last – until she had creamed both her hands and the cement blocks. It made her both mad and somehow ashamed that she didn't enjoy their sex more, as if it were caused by something that was her fault. Bill surely couldn't be blamed, since he was as gentle and tender as he could be. So whatever was missing just had to be something for which she was to blame.
But the afternoon's experience was too powerful to let her muse for too long, and the images came rushing back in and caused all sorts of questions in her mind. Like could a cunt really take a prick as big as Jim Stone's fuck monster without being injured? And, for God's sake, what about the asshole? She still couldn't believe that, even though she saw it. Assholes were just too tiny. They were built for going out, not pushing in. Probably even her finger, much less a cock, would cause her terrible pain.
Without Brenda noticing, her hands were about to check out her thoughts. One of them drifted down to tickle fingers against her miniscule clit, while the other hand nudged under her ass cheeks. Those fingertips were searching for that puckered little bud that was the gateway to her guts. She touched her asshole, and a chill ran up her spine. Meanwhile, other fingers teased at the tiny bundle of clit nerves and she trapped it between two fingertips and squeezed.
"Oh!" she squeaked at the bolt of sensation that ran from her cunt clear up to her tits.
Worried, she glanced up at the open doorway. The sounds of football still drifted down the hall, and she knew that there were few things that would ever tear Bill away. So her attention returned to her asshole and pussy, where the sharp, sudden pressure of squeezing fingers had shocked her with a jolt of oddly pleasurable pain. If she hadn't been able to tell that it felt good, her cunt hole surely had, as it was greased by juices through and through.
Was that pain something like Laura Stone had felt when her husband had been beating her cunt hole with his big prick? Brenda knew the other woman's ache would have been much more intense – more delicious? Now where did that thought come from?
Once again her mind caught the lewd image of Laura Stone naked on her hands and knees.
Brenda could almost hear the smack of the paddle against that naked pink, punished flesh and she wanted to run her hands all over the other woman's tortured ass cheeks in the hope of wiping away the pain. Maybe if she could have gotten close enough, she could have gotten a good look at he older woman's leaking pussy and puckered shit hole. Like a camera, Brenda's mind zeroed in on the image until she could almost see Laura's pouting pussylips pouring cunt juices out onto Brenda's hands, as the younger woman massaged away the pain.
"Ooooh!" Brenda groaned, then realized that the pussy juices on her hands were her own.
She couldn't escape the memory of what she had seen, and the more she thought of it, the hotter her own pussy became. When she relived the vision once more of Jim Stone's raging prick ramming into Laura's cunt hole, Brenda's hands clawed at her own pussy as two fingers squeezed harshly again and again on her clit. Waves of soft pain flowed through her cunt, and her hand dipped to cram two of her fingers into the sheath of her juicy fuck-hole.
But that still left the asshole. And Laura Stone had taken that monstrous cock all the way up into her shitter. Brenda whimpered at the thought as the index finger of the hand under her ass touched again at her shithole. Then she remembered that Jim Stone's cock had been greased by Laura's pussy juices, so she pulled her hand out from under her ass and wet fingers down with her cunt juices. Then, the hand was back under her hips, seeking out the asshole again. Whining from the lewdness of what she was doing, she centered the finger on her asshole, then pushed. The tight mouth of her ass ring parted painfully to allow the finger in to the middle knuckle.
"Oh, noooo!" Brenda groaned as her whole lower body was gripped by aching pleasure.
The base of her spine burned and her stole seemed to clutch and suck on her finger. She drove the palm of the other hand onto her pussy, collecting the flowing juices, as she jammed three of the fingers in her cunt hole. Then suddenly, like waves crashing on shore, Brenda was swept along into a series of small cums that lifted her ass from the bed to drive her pussy and asshole even farther onto the stabbing finger…
Bill Ellis had his throbbing cock in his hand. The shaft of his prick was so hard that it hurt. All Bill wore was a pair of undershorts, and those he had pushed clear down to his ankles. As he sat back in the recliner slowly stroking his cock with his right hand, flickers of football action on the television made colored lights dance on his prick and his face. The New York quarterback lofted a pass high into the air, completing a touchdown with a diving split end. But Bill didn't care. He didn't even know the score. Even football seemed to pale now that he was jacking on a cock that was about to explode.
He knew he really should get up and go down the hall to bed, maybe taking the time there to fuck his prick up Brenda's tight little cunt. His young wife was certainly always ready and willing to lie there under him as he worked the cum up from his balls. But, even though they had been married for only three weeks, that straight missionary fucking was already getting kind of old. Not that he had much experience with sex, either. And yesterday he would have thought he had it pretty good. But now, after the wild afternoon at the office, he realized that something had been missing. It wasn't his wife's cunt he lusted after now – it was having Carla Wyman's hot mouth wrapped around his prick. And the thought of it caused pre-cum to leak out from his piss slit. When Carla had gobbled Bill's cum-load down her throat there in the office, she had awakened his balls with a roar.