Bridget's plan certainly had worked like a charm, she reflected happily. Roy was screwing Donna's sister day and night, and when he got around to feeding his cock to his wife their fuck sessions were better than ever before. Bridget had been right – Roy did need a little sinfulness to turn him on.
And the best part was that Roy could hardly object to her adultery. As she left the house and walked down the pathway, Donna squinting at the dilapidated car waiting for her at the curb. Her pussy moistened as she imagined the horny stud at the wheel.
All she knew was that their names were Frank and Carry, that they were two highschool football players who loved to fuck. Bridget had been visiting for a week now, and she'd been more than willing to introduce Donna to some of her schoolmates while she humped her brains out with Roy.
Donna had fucked all of them, but this was the first time she'd ever gone out with two eager young males at the same time. Her pussy was tingling with expectation. She was beginning to think she had a fetish for spreading her legs for willing teenage boys.
"Hi!" Donna said, when she reached the sidewalk. "Are you guys Bridget's friends?"
"That's us," a voice replied from the interior of the car. "Come on in, it's open."
Donna opened the car door and climbed into the back. The interior light flashed on, long enough to show her two tall, muscular teenage boys, one with black hair in the front seat and the other a blonde waiting for her in the back. Both were grinning eagerly. Donna wondered if she'd ruin her panties with the wetness seeping from her cunt.
"Which of you is which?" Donna asked, wiggling her ass on the seat.
"Frank," the one behind the wheel grunted.
"I'm Carry," the blonde said. He moved close enough so that she could see his smile even in the dark. "You're Donna?"
"No one else but. Now, you guys are going to take me to a movie, right?"
At once the two boys fidgeted nervously, and Donna had to suppress a giggle. She asked the question out of pure mischievousness. The chances were Bridget had only told them that she had a big-titted twenty-one-year-old sister who loved to fuck.
"Well, uh, we can take you to a movie," Carry replied, thinking quickly. "There're lots of good modes playing in town. But, uh, there's something we have to check out first. If you don't mind."
"What's that?" Donna asked.
"Well, the water pump on this thing's going bad," Carry explained. "We just wanted to pick up a good one. There's a place where we can get one for free."
"Oh? You mean there's really a place where they give away free auto parts?"
"Yeah. The Refuse Disposal Center."
Frank started the car and pulled away. Donna almost laughed out loud. The "Refuse Disposal Center" was a comical euphemism for the town dump, where wrecked cars and garbage rotted together in an enormous lot under the freeway. For years the dump had been famous as a lovers lane for horny teenagers in a car. No one went there to do anything but fuck.
But that was exactly what Donna wanted to do, so she said nothing as Frank pulled onto Greenman Boulevard, the main drag. Carry pulled closer to bet and took a flask out of the pocket of vanity football jacket.
"Hey, Donna, do you like to get smashed? This is really good stuff. Don't worry about drinking it all. We got more behind the seat."
"I'll leave reality any way I can," Donna replied sociably.
Carry chuckled and handed her the flask with his left hand. His right dropped to the soft, supple flesh of her thigh, and moved slowly up her leg under the dress.
They reached the dump fifteen minutes later, and Frank guided the sputtering car safely behind a towering wall of junk at the far end of the lot. There was no longer any need for pretense. For the past five minutes Donna and.
Carry had been necking passionately, thrusting their tongues together while the horny young stud dry-humped her leg.
The booze in the flask was almost straight alcohol, and Donna was totally drunk. Her dress was unbuttoned to her waist, and her bra had been ripped open. Carry was eagerly squeezing and kneading her naked tit, occasionally bending down to bite and suck her stiff, red nipples.
He'd thrust his hand under her dress so many times that the hem had slid under her ass to her waist, exposing the juice-drenched crotch of her panties and, through it, the dark, hairy patch of her aching cunt. Carry stretched her panty crotch and started finger-fucking her pussy, rapidly pumping his fingers through the clasping wetness of her slit.
Frank shut off the engine and stared at them in the rear-view mirror. Donna had heard him pull down his zipper, and she could see his elbow and right arm moving rapidly. He was beating his meat.
"Ungghhh!" Donna shuddered as Carry's fingers invaded her hairy pussy. She kissed him more passionately and bucked her ass, thrusting her cunt onto his hand. "That's right, Carry! Oh my pussy's hot, ohhhh! You're making me cream!"
Suddenly Carry released her and sat bolt upright on the seat. His expression was selfish and cruel. Obviously as far as he was concerned she was just another horny cunt.
"Give me a blow job." He rubbed his rockhard prick through his jeans and looked at her demandingly. "Come on, Donna go down on my cock!"
"Oh, Carry, it looks so stiff!" Donna purred. "Anything you say!"
She panted like a bitch in heat as she fumbled with his zipper and belt buckle. Finally she managed to pull his pants and cum stained shorts down his legs. His hard-on bobbed out, swollen and throbbing. As she stared at it the rosy, heart-shaped knob twitched and oozed jism onto his shirt.
Donna gasped. Carry had the biggest dick she'd ever seen. The iron-stiff shaft jutting out of his cock hairs had to be least nine inches long, as thick around as a salami, with a huge pair of balls. Donna salivated at the mere thought of eating such an enormous prick, as instinctively as a Pavlovian dog.
Leaning over his lap, she wrapped both hands tightly around the veined shaft of his cock. She jerked him off for awhile, staring intently at the knob as translucent cum oozed from the slit. Then she bent her head and licked the tip of his dick like a little girl with a lollipop.
"Suck on it," Carry gasped. He thrust his hand behind her neck and tugged her long, brown hair. "Please, Donna, my meat's so hot it's burning. Suck out my cum."
Groaning hornily, Donna opened her mouth wide and let the hot stiffness of his cock bore down her throat. Her lips stretched to the bursting point as she struggled to accommodate his thick prick, and the fat knob almost made her choke. But Donna was too much in love with his dick not to give it a good sucking.
Her breathing steadied as she learned to flare her nostrils for air. Donna's small hand gripped the thick base of his cock to hold the shaft upright. Then she started sucking his dick, wetly and very hard.
"Unhhh! Oh fuck, that's good!" Carry shuddered as the horny housewife went to work on his gigantic cock. "That's right, bitch!" He jerked his hips off the car seat, thrusting more of his prick down her throat. "You're doing good. Suck it, as hard as you can!"
Donna sucked feverishly, like she was starved for the spurts of his cum. The slurping, smacking sounds she made were almost loud enough to drown out the roar of the freeway overhead. Clasping the base of his dick, she jerked him off as her tongue rolled all over the spongy knob.
"Hurry up and come, God damn it!" Frank grunted from the front seat. "If I don't get some of that pussy I'm gonna go out of my fucking mind!"
Donna forced her lips further apart, until she had nearly half of his over-endowed cock stuffed down her throat. Her head began to bob up and down over his lap. Shamelessly, she fucked her face with his cum-bursting prick.
His dick was so long and thick and hard, and the jism oozing from his blob was some of the best she'd ever tasted. Donna wanted to prolong the sucking, but she was impatient for the real explosion of his cream.