Jennifer Foley was restless. She had taken the demanding pressure off her loins by masturbating, but a hand job was not the same as the real thing, and she still felt a nagging urge simmering in her crotch. She couldn’t concentrate on doing the housework and there was noting on television but soap operas. She always got horny watching soap operas because of the snide sexual content. She decided to call on Carol Davis. She combed her hair, applied some make-up and put on a light cotton dress. She had no idea why she should trouble to make herself look good to call on a neighbor, but she did, anyhow. She went out the back door and crossed the yard. Carol came out onto the sun-deck and waved. “Just in time for coffee,” she said. Carol was a slender woman with short, curly hair. She wore a tee shirt and jeans. Her breasts were not overly large, but they were firm, thrusting spheres. She was not wearing a bra, and her nipples pressed out in twin points against the shirt. Her jeans fit like a second skin, drawn into a vee at the crotch and molded to her shapely bottom. She stood with her loins sort of tucked in and her ass thrusting out. Jennifer thought she was sexy. She wondered about the details of her sex life.
They sat on the sun-deck drinking coffee. Carol said, “Morgan brought me coffee in bed this morning, but he had ulterior motives.” She smiled “Figured if he could pour some coffee into me he could get some pecker up me. Like a male nympho, he is. A satyr, I guess it’s called.”
“Lucky girl,” said Jennifer.
Carol shrugged.
“Not lucky?” Jennifer asked.
“Well, time are limits. I mean… I’m a woman who likes to be romanced. Oh, I like to screw as much as the next girl, but I like some preliminaries first. You know? But Morgan gets a hard-on and just wants to stick it up my cunt and bang away, as soon as it gets stiff. Like this morning. I was still asleep. If he’d started stroking me little, you know I might have woke up ready for it. But he just bangs the coffee down and sticks his prick in my face. Ugh! I mean, he’s got an adorable cock and all, but first thing in the morning my mouth is dry. The last thing I want is a dick is my mouth. Even if I’d had the coffee first, maybe… but he didn’t have time to wait for me to wake up.” Jennifer looked impish as she said, “You should have sent him around to see me.” Carol raised her eyebrows. “I had an even worse experience,” Jennifer said. She was glad that her friend had started talking about sex because she felt like telling someone about how her own sex life was faltering. She said, “I was just joking, of cause. I wouldn’t like to fuck your husband. But I’m about ready to fuck someone. The milkman, the mailman, Christ… anybody. I’m just like Morgan, always horny.”
This sounds interesting. “Carol said, leaning closer. Her plump little tits jiggled in her tee shirt, the stiff tips poking out in points. “Oh, it’s just that Fred has been working too hard.” Jennifer said. “Our sex life has fallen off drastically. But this morning… well, I woke up really hot” She smiled. “Fred was still asleep. But he had a hard-on. It looked so good that I simply had to give it a lick. And a lick led to a suck. And before I knew it I was giving him head like a wild woman, a cannibal, you know? So he came in my mouth. Well, that was nice. But then he woke up and we were going to fuck when the damn alarm clock went off…” She shrugged. “No time for it. He had to dash. So there I am, all worked up with a bellyful of cum and he goes to work.”
“How awful!”
Jennifer grinned.
“I had to give myself a hand-job in the shower,” she confessed, coloring faintly.
Carol looked intrigued.
“Isn’t that terrible?” Jennifer said.
“Oh, I don’t know. I’m always rubbing myself off,” Carol told her. “Isn’t that ironic? I have a husband with a cock that’s always hard, but I wind up doing it myself. I did it this morning, too, in fact. It’s just that I wasn’t ready for it when he woke me up, then after he left I got to thinking about his big pecker and I finger fucked myself.” The girls grinned at each other, sharing their erotic secrets. Jennifer said, “Maybe we should take lovers.”
“Romantic lovers,” Carol said.
“Oh, I don’t want any romance. Nothing in which I might get emotionally involved. Just some prick.”
“Yeah, but from same guy who knows what foreplay is, huh?” said Caro1. “That would suit me, too.”
Suddenly, impulsively, Jennifer said, “Why don’t we?”
“Axe you serious?”
“I don’t know. I think so.”
“I wouldn’t mind.”
“Maybe the next time the boys go bowling or have a poker game, you and I could go to town. You think?”
Carol looked interested, but doubtful.
“Where would we go?” she asked.
“Somewhere we are not likely to run into anyone we know, that’s for sure,” said Jennifer.
“Somewhere that if we do happen to be seen by anyone, we’ll be damn sure they won’t want it know that they frequent such places either.”
“That’s exactly what I had in mind,” said Jennifer.
“But where?”
“Oh, I don’t know for sure, but there are lots of likely looking bars downtown.”
“You mean like the Moon glow?” said Carol. “It’s right around the corner from the boys’ office. I was waiting in the car for Morgan one day and saw a lot of guys going in and out.”
“Yes, that’s the kind of place. We’d have no trouble picking up men there,” said Jennifer. “If we had a place of our own… an apartment in town… someplace we could entertain,” Carol speculated. “Meeting men is easy. But I wouldn’t want to go to a hotel with a strange man… or back to his place. I’d want to be in charge, you know, so that if it, didn’t work out I could ask him to leave.”
“Yeah, I see that,” Jennifer agreed.
They were both silent for a few moments. They were both thinking about the advantages of having their own apartment in town.
Them Carol said, “Colleen Harrison!”
Jennifer said, “She won’t be interested in coming with us. She’s only been married a few weeks. I’ll bet she gets all the dick she wants.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Carol said. Colleen still has her apartment in town. She was telling me the other day. She’s trying to sell the lease. The place she used to live in before she got married. Bob is only working part time so I know she’ll be glad of some extra money. I’ll bet Colleen would let us rent her apartment if we were really serious.
“Oh, wow. You think? What would we tell her?”
“The truth. She’s no prude.”
“Let’s do it!” Jennifer said impulsively.
And Carol said, “I’m game.”
The two women looked at each other, sharing the thrill of erotic sensations and expectation. .
“If only Colleen is willing…” said Jennifer.
They had no idea how willing Colleen would be. Unlike Jennifer and Carol, whose problems were of a sexual nature, Colleen had no trouble on that score. Her problems were of a financial nature. The benefits of having a husband who stayed home until noon were, for Colleen, outweighed by the reason why he could stay home until noon. Bob Harrison only worked part time. Colleen and Bob had fallen in love and had married without regard for the future. Colleens’s parents had given them the house in the suburbs as a wedding present, but Bob did not earn enough to maintain it and they were in tight financial straits. Bob Harrison was not an ambitious man. He was quite happy to lie in bed with his bride, fucking all morning. But Colleen was more practical. She hoped that she would soon be able to sell the lease on her apartment in town and put some money in the empty coffers. That was why she was reading the apartment wanted ads in the paper as they lay in bed that morning. The real-estate brokers had not, so far, found a buyer, and Colleen was hoping that she could make a private deal.
Colleen was a honey blonde with blue eyes and a sensual mouth. Her lower lip stuck out in a perpetual pout that Bob thought was very erotic. Even when she was reading the paper she was erotic, he thought, as he gazed sideways at her face and moved his hand up her thigh. He began to run his fingers up and down the in side of her creamy thighs and then moved his hand up to stroke between her legs and over her curly mound. His gaze dropped from Colleen’s face, his eyes sweeping down over her lush curves. As his eyes moved down, his cock moved up, stirring towards a booming hard-on. She arched her back, pushing her tits out. They were large and firm, thrusting proudly out from her narrow torso, capped by large, stiffening nipples. Her waist was tiny, her hips nicely curved into a cradle of love, her legs long and shapely. Her cunt was a prominent mound, thatched by a curly thicket of pubic hair and bisected by a juicy pink slit. She had a lovely ass, too, although her husband could not see it at the moment, since she was ling on it. Those fine contours were engraved on his memory, however. He knew what those firm cheeks felt like when he cupped them in his hands, lifting her loins into a platform of lust… and what they felt like against his lean belly when he fed it to her doggy style.
Penniless or not, he was glad he had married her. He began to finger her pussy. The newspaper rustled in her hands. Bob was naked and his big, newlywed dong was standing up in a rampant readiness. He slowly pushed his middle finger up her hole and twisted it about. Her pussy sucked at his digit but, although she began to squirm about a little, she continued to read the paper. “Am I bothering you?” he asked, a trifle piqued at her failure to attend to his wants or properly return his caress. “Ummm? Of course not, silly. That feels nice, But I’m looking at the ads for people who want to find an apartment.” He scowled. “Go ahead and play with my cunt, honey, she said “Well it’s not much fun if you aren’t interested.” She grinned. “You sound like a petulant child,” she said. She looked down at his swollen prick. “Gonna take your bat and go home?” Bob had to chuckle at that. For one thing, he was home… the only place he could take his bat was into the bathroom, where he could beat it off. He wasn’t about to waste his tool on his own hand. He slipped a second finger up her gash. Colleen purred.
She said, “Honey, we really must try to sell the apartment we need the money bad…”
“Ummm,” he agreed. “Not as bad as I need some pussy.”
“You always need pussy!” she said, not at all unhappy about the state of affairs.
“Wait until the honeymoon is over,” he said. “We’ll fuck once a week then.”
“Don’t bet on it, you horny bastard,” she said.
She was pleased that she had married such a potent man, for she was a randy young lady. Despite her concern with the newspaper, his fingers were having a predictable effect on her juicy snatch. She reached down and absent-mindedly wrapped her fist around the thick root of his cock. Already hard, that big weapon flared lustily in her hand. Bob sighed with pleasure. Cohen, still reading the newspaper, began to slowly pump his dick up and down. Bob began to use three fingers to probe up her slick slot, steadily pushing them in to the knuckles and then turning and twisting them about inside the soft sheath. She began to get interested. She tossed the newspaper aside and opened her lush thighs wide and, looking down the nubile arch of her torso, watched his hand push in ad out of her cunt. Her whole crotch had turned creamy by then time. Silvery cunt juice trickled down her thighs and into the crack of her ass. She began to squirm with excitement as she matched her body react to his hand. As his fingers pushed up her hole, her cunt made moist, squelching sounds and her clit trembled and started to stiffen. Bob flicked his thumb over her tingling love-bud as he pushed his fingers in and out of her gash.
She tugged at his cock. “Put it in me, honey,” she sighed. Bob, never averse to trading a fist for a twat, rolled over and rose on his knees. He knelt between her thighs. His big dick throbbed over her belly and then, dipping down, he nudged his cock head into her juicy crotch. Colleen, sill holding his cock at the roots, began to rub his knob around in her slot, dipping the tip into her hole and massaging her love-bud. Bob made no attempt to push into her, content to let her rub his pecker head over her cunt. He began to massage her tits, squeezing the firm mounds and rolling the taut nipples in his fingers. Colleen arched her back, lifting her crotch and ass off the bed. Bob’s hands slid down her flanks and around to her ass, cupping the firm cheeks and holding her up. Colleen released his cock. Bob pushed the full length up her box with one long, rippling stroke, his ass dipping as he corkscrewed in. He held the first full penetration jammed in to the roots in her juicy slot, his cock buried in warm pussy and his bloated balls pressed against her uplifted ass. Her cunt pulled and dragged at his hot meat as Colleen thrilled to the sensation of being chock full of dick.
She began to rotate her hips. Her cunt twisted from side to side on his big prick while her cunt muscles began to work in sequence so that her pussy was rippling up his dick from tip to root in a series of clutching contractions. Bob began fuck her. He started moving in and out slowly, pulling back so that only the knob remained in her slot, and then pushing the whole big rod up her. His ass screwed and humped. Colleen met him with eager compliance, meeting him thrust for thrust, so that she was pushing her crotch down over his prick as he lunged in and wriggling back as he withdrew. Bob began to screw faster, fairly pouring the pork to her. His balls swung in, slapping against her ass. His cock felt like a heated crowbar as it forged up her snatch. Colleen’s pneumatic loins responded with equal vigor as he fed the pork to her. Her pussy started to cream. Bob slid easily through the slippery passage with her pussy gripping and clutching at every inch of his stalk and knob. Her thighs clamped around his flanks, squeezing, as if she sought to force the spunk from him with the pressure. “Oh, “she cried and then, “Ooooh,” drawing the wail of Joy out in a long, quivering note.
Her cunt sucked on his dick. Bob groaned as he felt the pressure build up in his balls; He whacked his dong in savagely, gritting his teeth. His whole body began to tingle and his toes curled as the rising ecstasy filled him with joy. His hands were still cupping her ass. He lifted her higher, angling her crotch at his stroke and sending his dick speeding over her clit. His balls exploded. He felt the thick sap rush up his rod and she felt that rod expand potently in her gash. “Come!” she cried; already coming herself and wanting his hot cream to pour into her as she shuddered with the thrill. Even as she spoke the word, as if obedient to her command, the head of his dick blossomed with a spurt of love juice as he ran it all the way up her hole. Colleen felt the burning jism pour into her womb and her own orgasm increased. Long thrills crashed around in her belly and ran up her thighs. Her cunt sucked at him and he shot a second heavy wad up her hole, filling her love-box with so much spunk that it came bubbling out as his plunger pushed in, He blew a third: cascade of cum into her bole, then stiffened and held his body rigid while his horny young wife writhed away under him, working off the final spasms of her own orgasm.
After awhile she stopped moving and smiled dreamily and contentedly. There was a lot to be said for married life. But there was little to be said for being broke and, after the contentment of her orgasm had ebbed away, Colleen picked up the paper and began to study the ads again. Maybe the estate agents would phone today, she thought. She went downstairs and made Bob’s lunch while he was getting dressed. She hadn’t bothered to put any clothing on and when he walked into the kitchen he grinned and licked his lips. “Is that my lunch?” he asked.
“Tuna sandwich, I’m afraid,” she said.
“Now, fuck the sandwich,” he said. “I’ll have some more of that juicy cunt, honey.” Colleen, not displeased, raised her eyes.
“Fuck the sandwich,” she said. “Instead.” And, to her amazement, the amusing fellow whipped his dick out, lifted the top slice of bread, and lay his pecker into the tuna fish. He gave the deflowered sandwich a few strokes.
“Not as tight as your pussy,” he complained.
Colleen was convulsed with laughter at this absurd sight.
“Don’t you dare come in that sandwich,” she said.
“Is there an alternative?”
Colleen sighed, still chuckling. Pussy was all Bob thought about and she knew that if she refused him, he would simply not go to work. It was no hardship. She lifted the top slice of bread off the sandwich. His big cock indented the tuna fish. Lifting his pecker by the hilt, she bent down and licked the mayonnaise and tuna flakes off his knob and stalk, her nimble tongue curling around his meat. His cock jumped up like an uncoiling spring. He put the sandwich on the table and put his dick in her mouth. She sucked merrily away until it was humming like a tuning fork. Then she slid her lips away from the glowing knob and sat on the edge of the table, thighs spread and pelvis tilted upwards. “Lunch,” she said. Bob sank to his knees and buried his face in her quim He sucked with gusto and Colleen began to vibrate all over. Rising to his feet, fully dressed but with his cock sticking out of his fly, he pushed his cock up her cunt. Colleen wriggled on his spike. The table creaked as Bob began to put the prong to her with vigor. He groaned, trembling. Then he filled that sexy lunchbox with a hot lunch, a creamy confection that poured out and thrilled her to the core, and her cunt turned to foam in response. He pulled his dick out of her. Cum and cunt juice ran down her crotch and onto the table. “Now will you go to work?” she asked.
“Yep. But keep that pussy hot for me, baby… I’ll want some more when I get home.” Bob departed. He had forgotten his sandwich. There was nothing else to eat in the house and Colleen figured she might as well have it for her own lunch. She took a bite. It was rather dry. She had used the last of the mayonnaise. Maybe I should have let him shoot into the sandwich, she thought. It would certainly taste juicier! And then she thought, it’s a hell of a situation when a girl has to use cum to moisten bread! How in hell will we ever get any money when all Bob wants to do is lie in bed and fuck and suck? There was no coffee left. Colleen figured she would get dressed and stop by Carol’s… At least she would get a free cup of coffee.