One time, when she opened her legs and changed her position slightly, thanks to where the camera was, Larry Hanger could actually see the woman's little white ass cheeks bouncing and jiggling in excited arousal as the man's tongue slurped and wetted the splayed lips of her pulsatingly wet pussy!
"I want you to do something special for me," said the woman, holding the man's blood-hard cock in her hand, out of her mouth, "I want you to-"
The sound track went dead. Everyone in the little room moaned. "What the hell is she gone a have him do?" asked Ken Atwell.
"I don't know," said Larry, "What a disappointment!"
Just then the sound track went back on again. The man was speaking in a guttural whisper, talking into her cunt. "I'll do it, baby, but first you do me!"
"Love to," she said lewdly, baring her teeth by pulling back her lips. "Eat you in every hole you got, my man!" She smiled and her little tongue darted out, heading for the slit in the end of the man's heat thickened cock. She dabbed at it, licking and wetting it several times with her splaying satin-soft silky tongue, and then she said, "I'll do you up right now, honey. Show me where you want it."
"I want it-"
Again the sound track went dead, and this time there wasn't even the accompanying sound of static. But it was clear what the man and the woman were doing. He climbed up onto his hands and knees and faced away from the girl. She got onto her hands and knees and with one hand reached under his body, from between his legs and behind him, and took hold of his hugely hard cock. With her other hand, she peeled one of his buttocks open and looked down at his anus. Then, sticking out her tongue, she started to lean forward, toward the crack of his ass.
"I'm ready, boys," said a live, female voice from the door at the side of the viewing room. Larry and Ken simultaneously looked sideways at the source of the syrupy voice that spoke to them so realistically. It was Angela Heet. She stood there dressed for the first time in hours wearing her tight white Levi's and her simple white T-shirt and no bra.
"Get a load of the real thing, why don't ya!" said Larry Hanger, giving the younger man a stiff elbow in the ribs. Then all three of them looked up at the flickering screen where the girl was lewdly pressing her tongue into the backside of the man's hairy buttocks, and then they left the little theater and traipsed out of the bar into the street.
"Ugly stuff," said Larry, secretly hiding the fact that his cock had stiffened while watching the film.
"Oh, yeah-the worst!" exclaimed Ken Atwell, wiping his brow in frustration.
"I didn't know you boys felt that way," said Angela Heet. "I kind of get off on that stuff…" She smiled prettily and let Larry Hanger escort her to the car.
Ken Atwell's apartment was luxuriously furnished with overstuffed brown pillows and down sofas, shag carpets and soft bean bag chairs. The light was mellow and the music he beamed in on his favorite radio station was conducive to love-making and seductions of the most ribald sort.
"You two sure know how to entertain a girl," said Angela after her first drink.
"Well, you know how it is," said Larry Hanger in as shy a voice as he could conjure, sweetening it with modesty, too. "After a while, you just kind of get a knack for these things. That's all. It's nothing special."
His eyes swelled and rolled as he watched Angela adjusting her position on the carpet. She had such large breasts, and such big nipples that pressed at the cottony t-shirt, that he could hardly keep from thinking about what it would be like to get hold of those breasts and press one of them between his lips. He saw himself tonguing her nipple and making her aroused in this way, actively licking and sucking her breast into excitement! The chills spread out along the slope of her lovely pendular breast, and she could hardly control. herself!
It was nice to look at her sitting there in a t-shirt and tight white jeans, because earlier, when she was wearing the pasties, he couldn't really tell how big and beautiful her nipples were. Now he could see, even through the cotton white shirt, that she had the largest brown nipples he'd ever laid eyes on. If only he'd met this girl a few weeks before. That would have made a big difference in his life. He'd have never married Cindy, and he'd have never agreed to letting Cindy get away without blowing him, and without giving him other sexual favors that he really enjoyed. He'd thought while courting his present wife that her timidity was just a question of experience, nothing more. But now, from the way she was responding in bed after being married for two months almost, it seemed like her shy behavior and her reluctance to get really passionate in bed was something more. No matter what he did with her, no matter how he used his big hard cock on her, she seemed to hold back. Maybe there was no hope. And he thought all of this while staring straight ahead at young Angela Heet's largely aroused nipples! Those breasts were inspiration to any man…! Just looking at them made his head spin!
"Something more to drink?" offered Ken Atwell who'd removed his coat and vest and tie. He stood with his hands on his hips looking down at Angela who sat on the floor alongside Larry's chair.
"No, I don't really drink all that much," she said.
"Say," suggested Ken, "would you like to try dancing for us here? Just as a kind of favor for me?"
"You mean just so you could see me naked, Ken?"
"No, really, I mean it. I've always kind of wanted to see someone like you dance in my living room. You can understand that, can't you?"
"Sure," she said, and, as if the music had cued her, she stood up and started shaking her rump and shimmying just the way she had at the bar. Only now she was wearing her t-shirt and her Levi's. It wasn't the same at all.
"You know," she said, slowing down some while looking at Larry Hanger who sat tapping his foot, "we need another girl, Larry. What do you think about calling your wife?" She didn't stop dancing while waiting for him to answer.
"I don't know," he said. "She's not real good at this kind of thing. She's so damn inhibited these days…"
"Really? That's too bad." Angela smiled. She knew full well that Cindy Hanger was inhibited. But she also knew that the young bride could be brought around, if – and this was a big if – if the men knew what they were doing. Like Cindy, Angela herself had at one time been very prudish. Now though, after a couple of years of experience, she loved sex – all kinds of sex! And if she could help another woman get aroused and interested in something new, then she would do that! She regarded it as a privilege.
"Listen, ' she said to Larry, "I was over at your house today, like I said before-" She stopped dancing and sat down next to Larry and Spoke in a concerned voice. "- I was there and I saw what you were trying to turn her on with. It's a good idea, too."
He watched her talk. Her breasts hung low in her t-shirt, shapely and large, and he could hardly wait for her to finish talking. He wanted to proposition her right then and there. It was too damn bad he'd married so prudish a woman as Cindy. If only he'd met this girl before.
"And I think," Angela continued, "we could get her to like sex. You know what I mean?"
Larry Hanger's ears perked up. "What do you mean? You think you – could get her to turn on?"
"Let's put it this way," said Angela, "I think it would be fun trying!"
"Oh, yeah," agreed Ken Atwell, sitting down alongside Angela, "now we're cookin' with gas. I think this kid's got some hot ideas, Larry." His face was a picture of lechery. His lips were curled back and in his eyes there was the gleam of a man who was envisioning all sorts of erotic entanglements with his friend's new wife – and with Angela Heet as well! "Yeah," he said, softly petting her arm down to the wrist, "I think the three of us could really get Larry's wife going, Angela."
She smiled back at Ken Atwell. "And if not, well, we'll just show her what we like to do. How's that sound, Larry? You think she might go for it? It would be like a personalized sex clinic, just ready made for your new bride!"