"You're really giving me a ride," he groaned. "You're really giving me a fucking ride!"
He took his cock out of her pussy and let her legs fall flat. Then he climbed on top of her again. He felt her spread her thighs wide as he slammed his cock back between her legs. She still felt tight as he fucked her. Her pussy sucked at him like a suction pump.
He put his hands underneath her ass and cupped the big asscheeks again. A second time he found the entrance to her tiny asshole and he wiggled a finger inside. He felt her responding by humping up to meet his thrusting prick a little faster.
"Ummm," she moaned. "What are you doing back there? What are you doing to me?"
"Doesn't this make you hot as hell?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she answered him.
He wiggled his finger in and out of her asshole with the same rhythm he slammed his big prick into her. He loved the way she jerked beneath him. He had never felt so much power over a woman before. He lifted his head so that he could look into her beautiful, lustful face. Her lips were open and he could see the tip of her pink tongue. He had never looked at a woman who aroused him so much. He remembered all of the times he had gotten a hard-on just looking at her. He would never again have to imagine what her cunt felt like.
Suddenly he knew what he wanted to do more than shooting his cum in heir sweet pussy! He started pulling out his cock once again. He felt her grabbing for his hips, trying to make him put his cock back into her aching snatch.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I've never fucked tits before," he said. "And I've always wanted to."
He moved up her body so that his prick was between her big tits. He held them together over his cock so that they formed a perfect little pocket. The feel of her flesh against his aroused prick was exciting.
"Yeah," he groaned. "I like this!"
He started to move back and forth between her tits. There was a delicious tightness around his cock. He could see his prickhead appearing at the top of her tits, close to her face.
"Put your head down," he said. "Look at it. I want you to be looking at it when I come."
For the second time that evening a man wanted to cum in Lynn's face. Lynn shrugged her shoulders. If it was what he wanted, then she would give it to him. She stared at the reddened cockhead that kept shoving up at the top of her tits. She could see the cum smeared around the head.
"Here you are, bitch!" Pete screamed. "Here you are! Take a face full of my cum!"
He watched his jism spurt into her face. He saw his milky-white cream running in gobs down her cheeks. He had never seen anything so exciting. For a few minutes this woman belonged to him. He could make her do anything.
He moved up her body and stabbed his prick against her lips. She didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth and let him stuff his cum covered meat into her mouth. He stuffed his meat into her throat as far as he could. He felt her sucking his leaking jism.
"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "You sweet cocksucking bitch! You're the best I've ever had."
They were suddenly both aware that someone else was in the room.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I'm a little surprised at both of you," Trish said. "I didn't think you had this in you."
Lynn was startled as she looked up into the amused face of her best friend. They had been so busy they hadn't heard Trish coming in. Lynn wondered how long she had been standing there watching.
"I saw a nice show," Trish said, as if reading her mind. "A private performance. And it was very good!"
Lynn didn't bother trying to hide. She knew what she looked like. She looked wild and her face was covered with Pete's cum. There was no sense in trying to hide anything. Trish had seen everything there was to see.
Pete was a different matter. He was frantically trying to pull on his shorts. He looked almost comical pulling them up his hairy legs in such a hurry. He looked a little pale, also. Lynn felt a little sorry for but. He wasn't so sure of himself anymore.
"I wondered what happened to you," Trish said.
"I never imagined I'd find this."
"I can explain," Pete said.
"There's nothing to explain," Trish said. "I've got eyes. I know what's been going on. Lynn's husband left her so every man in the neighborhood's been hitting on her. Poor child. I don't think she was ready for all this popularity."
Lynn was looking at her friend with shock. Lynn hadn't expected Trish to behave so cool about this. Trish had always seemed to be a little prudish. But here she was looking like they were sitting in the kitchen over a cup of coffee.
"Even my husband, the bastard," Trish said. "He couldn't wait to get your panties down."
"I'm sorry, Trish," Lynn said. "I didn't mean to mess with your husband. Honest."
"Don't worry about it," Trish said. "The bastard's been after anything in panties for as long as I can remember. I don't mind. I wouldn't have married him if he had been a namby-pamby type. I like men with a little gusto."
She grinned. Lynn couldn't help feeling that there was something wrong. She had never known Trish to act like this. But perhaps she had never really known Trish. They had been friends, but not the kind of friends that shared bedroom secrets. Lynn started to realize that she had been the one who was prudish. She had just never thought to ask Trish about her love habits.
"Are you going to tell my wife?" Pete asked.
"Don't be an idiot," Trish said. "I'm not going to tell anybody. And you don't have to put your pants back on either. Not unless you really want too!"
"What do you mean?" Pete asked. "I don't have to put my pants back on?"
"I mean that I enjoyed the show. It made me feel a little randy. I thought I might join the party."
Pete's mouth dropped open. It was one thing to fuck a woman like Lynn. She had been abandoned by her husband. But this was different. It was quite another thing to think of fucking a woman like Trish.
Trish was probably the most beautiful woman in the neighborhood. She was the kind of woman that every man thought about fucking. Trish was cool and cultured. She could make a man hard just looking at her.
And she had a husband who could break logs with his bare hands.
Pete was scared. He wanted no part of this. A man could get killed messing with a woman like Trish. Yet, he found his legs wouldn't move. He could feel tension in his balls. Just the thought of making it with two beautiful women made him break out in a sweat.
"Do you mind if I join the party?" Trish asked.
Lynn was the first to speak. "You're not serious?"
"Why not?"
"You mean all of us," Pete blurted out. "You mean, you want all of us…"
"You're both acting like you're shy," Trish said.
"I would have never believed it. You weren't acting very shy when I came into the room."
"I just can't believe you're serious," Lynn said.
"I'll show you how serious I am," Trish said. "I'll show you proof in living color!"
Trish had a suggestive smile on her face. She bent over and grabbed the hem of her knit skirt. Slowly she pulled it up her body. Pete saw her long, tanned legs and then her creamy thighs. There was no longer any sense in even trying to put on his shorts. His cock had grown as hard as rock.
"Ummm," Trish said. "I can see that you're interested so far!"
Lynn couldn't believe this was happening. She watched as Trish finished peeling off the knit skirt. She fluffed her blonde hair out as she pulled the skirt over her head. She had nothing on but those sheer black panties. Lynn could almost count every blonde pussy hair through those flimsy black panties.
"My God!" she said.
"Do you like?" Trish asked.
She did a turn for them. Pete could feel his heart pounding as he ogled her creamy flesh. She was so damned gorgeous. His palms itched to take hold of her. It suddenly didn't matter if she had a husband who could kill him. Nothing mattered except getting his eyes and hands full of her hot flesh.