Wild hot bride



It has been said that every person has some dark passion in his soul -- some hidden secret, desire or whim that may never surface to be seen even by the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil or sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.

In America, such passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of modem everyday life. Yet sometimes these dark passions surface, and the headlines scream of someone's antisocial behavior or, in some cases, illegal acts. In fact, hardly a day goes by without these hidden passions coming to the fore and resulting in big news.

WILD HOT BRIDE is a dramatic representation of newlyweds who dare to let their most base desires come to the surface, who dare to indulge their taboo cravings. They are the exceptions in our society -- people who are willing to accept the consequences, be it reward or punishment, for allowing themselves to become completely liberated. Their story is a startling insight into the lives of people who dare to let it all hang out.



CHAPTER ONE

Her wedding dress in a heap beside the motel room bed, the new Mrs. Scott Samuels' sighed as her handsome husband ate her pussy.

Pam's long legs were shaved and not a blemish marred her creamy skin anywhere. Her short, dark, curly hair was sculpted to perfection and she had even trimmed the dark hair between her legs into an elongated triangle.

"God, honey, that's so good," she sighed. Like his bride, Scott was tall and dark. His tongue slid along the crack of Pam's cunt in a motion that was not unfamiliar. He and Pam had been fucking for a couple of years, even if they had only been husband and wife for a couple of hours.

His hands held her thighs open and gave his face lots of room to move between them. His thumbs caressed the insides of those tender legs. Scott had quite a reputation with the ladies and, because Pam had managed to reel him in, Pam had become something of a mystical figure herself. There were many people in town who doubted that their marriage would last -- and plenty of young women ready and waiting to comfort Scott if it didn't.

But Pam was determined to make it work. She knew her husband was used to lots of excitement and she was ready to give it to him. She was sure that, if she kept him good and fucked at home, he wouldn't go looking for pussy elsewhere.

"Ohhhh! Ohhh!" she grunted.

Scott's tongue slipped up along the opened crack of her cunt and her juices rolled down his throat. His tongue was long and pointed and he used just the tip of it to keep her cunt-crack open. He sizzled it up and down from her cunt almost to her puckered little asshole.

God, how she had waited and worked to see this night come true. And now that it was really happening, it was even better than she had expected. She couldn't wait to leave for the city tomorrow. She knew that a honeymoon with a man like Scott would be just this side of heaven.

Scott flattened out his tongue and ran it around and around her cuntal area. Every inch of flesh between her legs was aflame with lust. She couldn't keep her hips from jerking up and down and she clenched and reined the cheeks of her ass involuntarily.

Scott's legs stuck far off the bed as he threw himself into the task of bringing his new wife off. He knew that the longer it took for Pam to come, the better it was for her, but he was tired of cunt-sucking. He wanted to fuck.

"Come on, baby," he mumbled, speaking right into the dark cunt-hole before him. "Make it for me. Yeah, come on, shoot it and let's fuck."

When he talked dirty to her, it pushed her right up to the edge.

"I really wanna fuck you, Pam, my wife. I wanna fuck you 'til you scream."

Pam's lower body humped up and down, bumping her cunt-mound against Scott's nose and chin. His fingers massaged her inner thighs and his tongue fluttered all around her cunt and cunt.

"You know you wanna do it, you know you wanna come for me. Do it, Pam, come!"

Pam's breathing was short but loud. Scott's tongue slid around up and back and, everywhere he touched her, she felt lust.

"Almost," she panted, unable to form any more words.

Scott burrowed forward, his tongue fucking right into her pussy-hole. He drew it out and fucked it back in very quickly, never leaving her cunt empty for long. Each time he rammed it deep inside of her he wiggled it around, bending it and touching her in places even his big cock could never reach.

Pam whimpered, feeling the sensations of orgasm forming. Scott tongued her faster and harder, his cock beneath him, thundering with need.

He sucked her clit into his mouth. Then he battered it with the end of his tongue. Pam's body jumped and he knew he as doing the right thing. He munched on her clit like crazy, working hard to bring her off as soon as possible.

"Oh honey, oh sweetheart," Pam gasped, her mind fuzzy with her near climax. "God, yes, I wanna fuck! Make me come, honey! Make me come so we can fuck!"

Her cuntal nectar poured down Scott's throat and all around his handsome, cunt-sucking face. He shook his head from side to side, fucking her with it as well as with his eagerly exploring tongue.

Her whole pussy area was slick with Scott's spit and her own oozing juices.

Did he like to eat her out or did he just do it for her sake? she wondered.

"Ahhhhh!" she moaned when his tongue hit an especially sensitive spot. "Yes, more there, oh yessss!"

Scott's own sexual parts lurched and pounded, anxious for their own relief. He shifted his hips from side to side, forcing his bent and throbbing cock into the soft bed.

Pam felt that her whole body was flushed and pink, on fire with lust. She fucked her cunt at her husband's face, helping him to drill his tongue deep up inside of her. Scott rubbed the sweaty outer lips of her cunt with his fingertips. He moved his fingers around and around in the erotic soup, listening to the sexy sounds of her pussy-hair rustling and her breathing getting louder and more urgent.

"Do it, baby, do it!" he rasped, his own breathing more measured than normal.

Pam's long slender body went stiff and her breathing stopped all together. She held her breath, waiting for the last few seconds to pass before she felt her world exploded and her orgasm hit.

"Oh my God!" she said. "Here I come!"

Scott almost laughed at her admission. How could he not know she was coming with all the jerking and panting and snorting she was doing?

But he kept his thought to himself and only did what was expected. His tongue danced across her sizzling cunt-meat and his lips kept up their sexy massage of her cunt. He could feel her coming and coming, and he tried to join in her release. But, instead of enjoying his wife's climax, he saw it only as a way to get on with their lovemaking, a threshold that had to be crossed before they could really get down to some serious fucking.

Pam, on the other hand, loved her climax. Her cunt clamped down on Scott's tongue and milked it as it might have his cock. Her only regret was that he didn't have his prick inside of her when she came. That was the only thing that might have made her first climax with them as man and wife even better.

As she came down from her come, she felt all soft and warm and squishy. She pulled Scott up her body and tried to hug him, but he already had his hands full as he grabbed his cock, jacked on it a few times and then thrust it at her.

Pam remembered her promise to do anything sexual her husband wanted. She knew it would be worth it to keep Scott happy, thereby ensuring her own happiness. So she gave up her quest for an after-climax hug and made herself ready for what she knew would be some good, hard fucking.

"You ready, baby?" Scott asked, already knowing the answer.

Women were always ready for a man like him.

"Oh yes," she said huskily. "Fuck me now, darling, really fuck me."

Scott laughed. "Man, that's what I like about you. You always want just what I want."

Pam thrilled to hear those words and then thrilled again when she felt the head of his prick nudging open the newly tightened lips of her cunt. Her climax had left her pussy almost virginally tight, and Scott had to put, plenty of weight behind his advancing cock to open her cunt back up again.

"Oh honey!" Pam sighed, feeling him penetrating her. "Our first married fuck!"

Her words didn't mean much to Scott at first. He was bent on fucking, not talking. But then he realized what she had said and it hit him. They were married now. And tomorrow they were headed to Los Angeles to visit his brother and have a honeymoon.

God, he was married! Oh well, he'd just have to get used to it, he guessed.

"Get ready, baby, cuz here it comes!"

Pam cried out almost as if he had stabbed her as his cock was suddenly thrust deep up inside of her. Her legs lifted up off the bed and curled around his body, ensuring the deep penetration they both enjoyed.

Scott grunted as all of his many inches of cock-meat were quickly surrounded by Pam's soft, moist cunt-hole. His prick surged in the tunnel of her cunt and he jerked it back out. It certainly wouldn't do for him to come so quickly on his wedding night.

Then, waiting a moment, the tip of his prick lolling around the mouth of her cunt, he thrust forward again. This time he felt in charge of their fuck, as if he could fuck all day. What a pleasant thought, he said to himself, fucking all day, every day.

Pam's legs twisted up around his back, holding him to her and giving her cunt a very sexy angle. Scott fucked down into her, her elastic cunt-muscles staying right with his slipping and sliding cock, caressing it from stem to stern. She humped with him, matching his fucking strokes just like she intended to match his entire sexual lifestyle from now until the end of time. It was her duty.

Scott loved fucking. He loved to have his cock buried in some sexy woman's cunt more than anything else in the world. Now that he was married, he knew that he had to be more considerate of Pam and that meant he had to be more discreet. There was no way he could possibly give up all the good cock-suckers and ass-fuckers that he knew around town. He would simply have to be more careful about when he got together with them. But, no matter how many other women he might fuck, he knew he would always have some left for Pam. She was great and, in his own way, he loved her very much.

"Yeah, baby!" he panted into her ear, humping deep into her. "You know that's great!"

Pam did know it and she thought it was great, too. Her climax had taken the edge off her sexual urgency and now she could just move with Scott, fucking her husband in whatever way seemed to please him most.

His fucking tempo was varied but always wonderful to Pam. Sometimes he fucked her fast and hard, other times softly, with just the tip of his prick opening up her cunt-mouth. She liked both kinds of fucking equally. They both made her feel loved and sexy, two sensations she coveted.

When he fucked her with all his might and cock, the tip of his prick beat against the end of her cunt-tunnel.

Pam shifted her hips, creating another inch or two of length and letting him fuck her cunt with more urgency and speed.

Scott bore down on her, his big body flat against hers.

"Yeah, baby, yeah!" he gasped.

His cock thrashed around inside of her. He'd gotten very horny while eating her out and now he put that sexual frenzy to good use. He fucked her with every bit of cock-meat he had.

More cunt-juices ran from the depths of Pam's cunt and mingled with the juices that flowed so freely from the gaping tip of her husband's cock. Together they created a strange and erotic perfume in the air.

Pam's cunt-mouth nipped at his fuck-knob. Both fuck-partners liked this kind of fucking, and Scott could feel the tide of his orgasm rising faster than ever when he just touched Pam's cunt-mouth with his drooling cock. The nerves in the tip of his prick were ultra-sensitive, and it was a kind of self-torture to fuck Pam so slowly this way.

"Ahhhh, God!" he sighed, feeling his balls tightening up around the base of his prick. "Baby, you really do it to me!"

Pam's love for her new husband soared when he said things like that to her. How had she gotten so lucky? How had she managed to find such a man?

"God, honey, I love you!" she said. "Love you so much!"

Scott barely heard her over the roaring in his ears. Fuck-lust was rampant in his system and he knew the only way he could release it was to come. So he fucked Pam very hard again, sending his cock slicing into her deeply. He reached up and filled each of his hands with the tender white meat of Pam's ample tits. He gave them each a squeeze.

"Ohhhh!" Pam cried out, pain and pleasure confused in her mind and body.

But then, when Scott staffed smashing and caressing her tits more nicely, she sighed with happiness.

While his hands were calmer, his cock was not. It plowed and chugged through her body, churning up her insides and making her whole body shudder. His cock seemed to draw back, and Scott tried to control it, but it was no use. His prick seemed to have a mind of its own as it poured forth a load of cum-cream deep into Pam's shuddering pussy.

Pam rolled her hips and moved with him keeping up with the jerky motions of his climax. It made her swell with pride to hear him gurgling with lust and orgasm and know that he was all hers now.

When his moment of ecstasy passed, Pam stretched out on top of him. Determined to get her cuddling this time, she held him tightly and he returned the gesture and kissed the side of her neck and the soft cloud of her hair.

"Happy wedding, Mrs. Samuels," he said softly, "happy wedding."

CHAPTER TWO

The next morning, Scott and Pam slept late and then made love again. Both of them were so hot for each other it would have been very easy for them to just spend the whole morning in bed fucking. But the plans had already been made so they grudgingly got up and loaded up the car.

Then, remembering that it was their honeymoon, they kissed again and pointed the car toward Los Angeles, where Scott's brother Russ lived.

About the time that Scott and Pam began their drive, Russ and his wife, Barb, were just waking up themselves. They had driven straight home after the wedding and now began to get ready to receive the newlyweds. Because the brothers got to see each other so seldom and because money was always tight for a young couple just starting out, Russ and Barb had prepared their guestroom for Scott and Pam for a few nights. It wasn't the romantic honeymoon they had had after their wedding just over a year ago, but it was certainly better than nothing.

As they did every morning, Russ and Barb greeted each other with a kiss. This morning's kiss lingered longer than usual while Russ ran his big hands down his young wife's naked front.

"Ummmm," Barb sighed, "do we have time before they get here?"

Russ laughed and then kissed her again. "We always have time."

"You wanna?" she said sexily, pushing his fingertips up inside her mushy cunt.

"Mmmm," Russ answered, rolling himself up on top of her. "I sure do."

Russ and Scott looked very much alike. Both were big, dark, and handsome. Like his younger brother, Russ had an eye for a pretty woman, and he was not the most faithful of husbands. But he also knew that he had a real peach in Barb and he tried not to do anything that would damage their marriage. Barb was the only woman who could hold his attention more than a night or two.

One look at Barb and it wasn't hard to imagine why she turned a stud like Russ on so much. She had a model's face and figure and long, blonde hair. Her tits were large and her ass fleshy and fine. Just the sight of her naked still made Russ' mighty prick swell and surge.

His hard-on slipped between her thighs now as he settled down on top of her. She reached down and took a portion of his slippery cockshaft in her hands and jacked on it a few times. His cock brushed right along the slit of her cunt and her juices coated it. These Barb smeared all around with her clutching, jacking fingers.

"Remember our honeymoon?" she said, looking into his handsome face while she toyed with his prick.

"Good thing we could see the water from our bed, otherwise we never would have known it was there!"

"Did you mind?" she asked, slithering around underneath him, touching his whole body with hers.

"Not a bit," Russ replied, thrusting his hips so his prick slid through her fingers and poked its head into the waiting mouth of her cunt. "It was the perfect honeymoon with the perfect new wife."

Barb giggled and wiggled downward, sinking more of his prick into her cunt. "And the fucking was good, too."

"Yes," Russ gasped, his prick completely buried in the damp warmth of her pussy. "It was good then and it's still good now!"

With that, he grabbed her legs and hauled them up.

Barb went along and bent her knees, letting her husband push her thighs back against her shoulders. Her cunt was tipped upward, her pussy-channel bent.

"Ohhh," she sighed, "your cock feels so big when you put it in me like that!"

"And your little pussy, ahhh!" he grunted. "You pussy fits around my cock just right!"

In her awkward position, Barb couldn't move too much but, for the same reason, every motion she did make seemed exaggerated and precious. Because their fucking fit was so tight, even the smallest bit of movement made them gasp with excitement and pleasure.

Russ pressed down on his wife's bent legs and leaned back. His cock came out of her cunt and he looked down at it. It seemed almost small, the pressure her cunt had put on it so extreme. Slowly, he submitted his prick for further pleasant punishment. He began to fuck Barb with a steady, strong beat.

As always, Barb loved it. She'd wanted a man who was good in bed and she'd definitely found him in Russ. His fucking never disappointed her and she never asked him where he learned the new tricks he sometimes brought home to their bed. She certainly had her suspicions, but, until it happened right in front of her face, she wanted to believe her husband was true to her.

The blonde hair between her legs was thick, but did little to hide the folds of her creamy cunt. Russ' big, dark cock plowed right through the tangled jungle and lost itself in her inner cunt. The walls of her pussy pulsated all around his prick, and when he pulled all but the rounded head of his cock out of her clasping cunt, the mouth of her pussy kissed it sweetly.

Barb wiggled her ass around as he fucked into her cunt. Her big tits pillowed out right in front of her, and when she thrust her head out, she managed to take one of her long, pointed nipples between her pink lips.

Russ almost lost his load right then. It always drove him crazy when Barb sucked her own tits. His cock pounded around inside of her, his pulse racing and his balls stewing.

Barb puckered her pretty cheeks in and pulled on her nipple. Russ couldn't tell for sure, but he imagined her running her tongue around her nipple. He knew just how long and hard his wife's nipples got when they were sucked.

He licked his lips and then leaned downward, capturing her other nip in his own mouth.

"Mmmmm!" Barb moaned.

The vibrations of her moan rumbled through her body. As her husband suspected, she was giving her tit a pretty good workout. Her brain sizzled as they sucked on her aching tits together.

Russ lapped up one side and down the other of her tit, spreading a sexy layer of spit all across her creamy tit-flesh. He felt with his lips how the skin around her large, pink areola went wild with goose flesh.

"Ohhhhh," Barb sighed, her nipples hard and pointed with arousal.

Whatever her husband did to the tit he was sucking, Barb copied and did to the tit she had in her mouth.

When Russ was wet and messy, so was she. Her tongue slithered all around the fleshy tit globe, running over the spiked nipple and then batting it all around.

Russ pulled his face away from her nip and pursed his lips. Then, before Barb had time to prepare herself, he let loose with a thin stream of cold air.

"Ahhhh!" she cried out, letting her tit go free. "Yes, do that! Yes, it's so good!"

Her hand looked even smaller than it was when she brought it up and used it to cover her one heaving, thrusting tit. The fingers fanned out and she felt her nipple butting into her palm. Her nails dug into her own flesh, but it didn't matter.

"Keep sucking, keep sucking!" she gasped.

Russ sucked madly at her big, slippery fit and also began to fuck with his hips again. His wife's wailing took on a different tone when she felt his prick moving around in her snug cunt-tunnel.

"Ohhh! Ahhhhh!" she cried out.

Methodically grinding his hips so that her clit was crushed against the bone behind it, Russ fucked her gently but thoroughly. His prick moved only slightly in her cunt-channel, but that wasn't what mattered to Barb. She liked the stimulation of her tits and of her clit. Right now, whatever happened inside her pussy was just the icing on the cake.

"I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" she said over and over again, with constantly increasing urgency and passion.

Russ could toil from the jerking motions of her body that what she said was true. To help her along, he pulled harder on her tit, puckering in his cheeks and eating all the tit-meat ho could manage. Then he exhaled her soggy titflesh and bit down on her pointed nipple, chewing it just hard enough with his front teeth.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried.

Russ rotated his hips, pressing down hard on her upthrusting clit. Sensations of extreme excitement went through Barb's sizzling body.

"Ahhh!" she cried at last. "Ahhhh!"

Russ needed total concentration to keep up with his climaxing wife. His head had to bob with her heaving tits and his hips had to keep pace with her wildly dancing lower body. But he did his best to just relax and let her set the pace. It was easier that way for him, and he knew that that was what Barb liked best.

Barb mumbled as her climax blasted through her. Her knees jerked inward, one of them banging against the side of Russ' face. Her whole body trembled and shook as she was rocked by the incredible strength of her orgasm.

Russ pulled away from her tit only when he was sure all the contractions of her orgasm were passed. Then, almost painfully, he straightened his back and aligned his prick again with the quivering tunnel of her cunt.

"Ready for more?" he asked.

"Mmmm," she replied, too climax-weary to make words.

But Russ understood and wasted no time in taking up right where they had left off with their fucking. His prick lunged forward and Barb's eyes opened wide and blue as she felt her whole body being filled with her husband's hard, thick, prick-meat.

Now it was Russ' turn to moan. His cock was held very tightly by his wife's pussy and the angle her strange position put her cunt in fit his prick-shaft to a tee. He got up on his knees and fucked her with new strength, his cock bent at a satisfying angle.

"Ahhh, now that's fuckin!" he said, throwing his hips forward. "You like that?"

He looked down and saw the weak smile and nod that Barb gave. But it told him all he needed to know. Despite her unenthusiastic response, he knew she liked this fuck just as much as he did. She was just too overcome to tell him so.

"Ummmm," she moaned, doing what she could to share her intense feelings with her studly husband.

His cock went in and out of her with very satisfying regularity. From one end to the other, her cunt-tunnel sizzled with the erotic sensations he created within it. Cunt-juices ran down the crack of her upturned ass.

Prick-meat danced through her cunt-tunnel, rubbing sexily against her padded, inner cunt walls. Friction was created and both the fuckers benefited from it. Russ could feel the tension mounting in his balls as they slapped against Barb's ass-crack. Barb could feel her insides being pushed and pulled and rearranged to accommodate her husband's prick-shaft.

Reaching down and under her lifted ass, Barb took hold of her husband's balls. She heard Russ gasp with joy and when she squeezed them and rolled them around in the palm of her hand, his gasp turned into a growl of pure sexual ecstasy.

"Oh, honey," he panted.

Slowly recovering from her incredible climax, Barb began to come back to life and take a more active role in their fucking. Now she rolled her hips and bobbed her pelvis forward and back, fucking at Russ with as much enthusiasm as her bent position would allow.

His cock was buried completely inside her. The many inches of his prick-meat followed the bend of her cunt-tunnel and lolled around inside it sexily. Russ' fuck-strokes were little more than sexy lunges but they did the job. The cum-cream was already boiling in his balls, and, when Barb started tossing and toying with them, Russ knew it was only a matter of time.

She scratched his hairy balls with her nails, then her fingers traveled down to that bridge of skin from his asshole to the roots of his balls and traced back and forth across it.

Barb showed his balls no mercy and kept up her assault of them. She knew they were the trigger to her husband's load of cum-cream and suddenly her little pussy was very thirsty for just that kind of refreshment. Her fingers and nails were everywhere, poking, scratching, gouging.

Russ rocked forward and back, his cock leading the way. He kept a tight grip of Barb's thighs, his fingers sweaty and slippery as he moved closer to coming.

When he leaned forward, his cock slithered through the tunnel of Barb's pussy.

When he drew back, just the tip and the first few inches of his prick found their way into the shuddering channel of her cunt.

Barb kept up pulsating motion on his balls. Her palms were sweaty, too, and his balls danced and slid around. Then, as if his balls were too-ripe fruit, one squeeze finally made them explode, sending their contents rushing through the complicated circuit of tubing in Russ' balls and then shooting it out the end of his prick deep inside of her.

"Arghhh!"

"Ouuhmmm!"

They cried out, their bodies seeming to melt together.

Russ' cock was eaten up by Barb's cunt and she kept him there inside of her, basking in his own juices.

Barb felt completely filled with cock-cream and it was a sensation she loved. She shivered, feeling how squishy it was inside of her cunt. Already she could feel Russ' big cum-load overflowing her jam-packed cunt and pouring down the crack of her ass.

Russ let go of Barb's legs and let her stretch them out. Then he held her tightly, feeling her heart pounding against his chest. He wanted to stay in this position forever and would have if the phone hadn't suddenly started ringing.

"Damn!" he exclaimed, startled.

"Easy, honey," Barb said, reaching for the receiver which was right beside the bed. "I'll take care of it. Hello?"

Russ could hear the voice on the other end of the line well enough to know it was Barb's younger sister, Beth. Beth was a cute kid, but she could be a real pain in the ass sometimes.

"We can't come over now, Scott and Pam will be here soon," Barb said, then listened again. "Beth -- it can't be that important."

Russ heard the chatter on the other end go an octave higher, sounding more urgent than ever.

Barb looked over at him and rolled her eyes helplessly.

"Okay, okay," she said, "we'll come over and take a look at it. I don't know if Russ can do anything, but he'll try. See you soon, bye."

She hung up and they shared a heavy sigh. "Her car again?" Russ asked. "She says it sounds like it might explode and she's afraid."

"Jesus!" Russ exclaimed, but he knew they had to go. Beth would never give them any peace unless they did. "Let's just make this fast, okay? And write..."

"I've already got it written," Barb said. "I'll leave it tacked to the front door. Come on, let's go!"

CHAPTER THREE

When Scott wheeled the car into the driveway of his brother's house, he honked the horn. He and Pam took a minute getting their things together and getting out of the car. Still neither Russ nor Barb had come out to greet them and Scott thought that strange.

"Think they're home?" Pam asked, straightening her shirt and shouldering her purse.

"They knew we'd be here, that's for sure," Scott said, slamming the car door and striding toward the front door. "Ah fuck!"

"What?" Pam called out.

"They had to go over to Barb's sister's place for a while. They suggest we go down to the bar on the corner and have a drink and wait. Some reception! Locked out of my own brother's house!"

Pam gave her new husband a hug, trying to calm him. When he didn't respond to her gentle caress, she let her hands move down the front of his body and cup his crotch.

"Maybe we should just wait for them in the car, know what I mean?"

Getting her meaning exactly, Scott balled up the note and threw it into the shrubbery. Then he took Pam into his arms and held her close. Already his big prick was swelling, pressed between their warm bodies.

"Not a bad idea," he said. "Been a while since I did it in a car."

He led Pam down off the steps and back over to the driveway.

"Front seat or back?" Pam asked, pausing before opening the appropriate door.

Scott thought over all the erotic possibilities and pros and cons.

"Front," he finally said, and Pam opened the door and slid across the big front seat into the driver's position.

Right away she reached up under her summer shirt and jerked down her panties. Then she slid the seat back as far as it would go and tilted it back.

"What are you waiting for?" she teased, tossing her wet panties into Scott's face. "Russ and Barb might be back any minute. Hurry up!"

"Okay, okay," he said, slamming the door closed behind them and then struggling out of his pants.

"Oh yeahhhhh!" Scott sighed.

Pam squeezed harder and a little pearl of cum bubbled up from his prick. It sat on the end of his slitted prick-head until she leaned down and licked it clean away with one quick swipe of her pointed tongue.

"Ummm," Scott moaned, working his fingers through her curly hair. "Take some more."

Ignoring him, Pam just licked all around his prick-tip. Her tongue went up under the head of his prick and circled around, arousing all the sensitive nerves there. Her hands held onto the shaft of his prick, keeping it standing straight up so she could work it over more easily.

Gradually her tongue began to move down the shaft of his prick. The skin on the shaft of his cock was stretched taut with arousal and Pam loved its silky texture. Her tongue slithered all around, bumping and dancing over the ruddy surface of his prick-shaft, tracing along the pounding purple veins.

Scott wiggled around on the plush seat of the car. His naked ass bounced up and down and he spread his legs.

As she took in more of his prick, Pam's face grew contorted and sexy-looking. When the head of his prick poked at one or the other of her creamy checks, her face bulged out. He put his hands on the sides of her face, feeling how she worked to bring his cock such incredible pleasure.

"That's it, baby, that's just fine," he said softly, his eyes rolling back in his head. "You sure do that good, Pam."

Pam knew she did give good head and she also knew the reason why -- because she liked it. Having a prick in her mouth was almost as good as having one in her pussy. She loved the taste and the feel of cock and now, as she ran her tongue around her husband's prick-tip, she knew she liked this particular cock best of all of them.

As she crouched on the floor of the car, her body curled up at her husband's feet, she felt her pussy heating up. Her pussy was naked under her skirt and, the harder and more heartily she sucked on Scott's prick, the more she felt it in her own cunt. She shimmied her thighs together, trying to bring herself a little peace. But, instead of calming her galloping lust, she only managed to arouse herself a little more.

Scott noticed her motions and knew what they meant. She's turning on, he thought, excited by the idea that he didn't even have to touch Pam for her to get hot. He thrust with his hips, feeding her his cock, thinking that he was doing her a favor.

And, in a way, he was, because the more cock Pam had -- whether in her mouth or in her cunt -- the better she liked it.

She sucked all around his prick, most of his cock-shaft in her mouth by now. She puckered her cheeks all around his prick-meat, caressing it with the inside of her soft mouth. Lovingly, she moaned around his cock, adding to heron and her husband's growing sexual arousal.

Her tongue circled around his prick-shaft, slithering along the ultra-sensitive underside.

Scott groaned and grunted, too, thrilled by the job her mouth was doing on his prick. He punched his hips at her, feeding her the last bit of his mighty prick-shaft.

"Mmmmm!" Pam exclaimed, her eyes flashing up a look of caution at him.

But Scott didn't care if he fed her too much cock-meat. She had started this and now he was going to finish it. Scott bore down on her harder, loving it when she started to struggle.

Pam pushed back against the edge of the seat, trying to get away. She felt like Scott's surging prick might kill her. Already it was shutting off her air and making her feel giddy. But she couldn't seem to break free of it.

His hand held her head tightly, the fingers bent in against her skull. His crotch kept bucking, making her take his prick whether she wanted to or not.

"Ahhhh!" she cried around his prick, her fists hitting the insides of his thighs.

She looked up at him, her eyes watery with anger and fear. Her pretty face was flushed bright red and her nostrils were dilated, trying desperately to compensate for the lack of air she could take in through her mouth.

Scott loved it when she looked so disheveled, so helpless, so sexy. He loved it when he knew that she realized the power of his sex and his prick. He would gladly have kept her that way forever if he hadn't been afraid she might die. Grudgingly, he pulled his prick back suddenly, leaving only the very tip between Pam's purplish, gasping lips.

"You fucker!" she panted, a more normal color returning to her face. "Divorce me if you want, but don't kill me!"

Scott delighted in her anger.

"Came on, honey," he said, taking hold of the back of her head again, "just a little more cock-sucking, okay? I didn't come yet."

"You pig!" she said, feeling weak as the blood rushed back to her brain.

"Come on, baby," Scott cooed, reaching forward and flipping up the front of her dress. His fingers massaged her hairy cunt-crack. "Please?"

Pam listened not to his words but to the pounding of her heart. She became aware of the nice way he was stroking her pussy and how good it made her feel. Like a bad dream, his previous cruelty was slowly forgotten and the pleasant sensations of his fingers on her cunt came to the fore.

"Ummmm, that's nice!" she said, bouncing with his fingers, her cunt soft and wet now. "But I don't want to do any more head right now, sweetie. Let's fuck!"

Looking up at him like a naughty little girl when she said the big word, her eyes danced, making Scott laugh.

He stabbed two of his fingers deep up into her cunt and then brought them to her face. They were slick and dripping with her fragrant pussy-juices and he rubbed them across her perky lips.

"Taste yourself," he said.

Obediently Pam did as he asked, sticking out her tongue and running it all around his creamy fingers. A strong taste filled her senses, and Scott rolled his fingers around in her mouth, making sure she got all of her essence from them. Watching her lick up her own cunt-cream got his prick harder than ever before.

"Okay, baby, that's good. Now come on up here," he said, putting his hands under her arms and hauling her forward.

Pam knelt over him, his cock homing in on her cunt-hole as if it had radar. Automatically pointing at just the right angle for penetration, his prick stood up straight as she lowered herself down onto it.

The couple sighed as their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. For Pam, all the suffering she had done before was now worth it as she once again felt the wonder of having his prick deep inside her. For Scott, it was another great fuck, he could already tell.

Flipping her flowered skirt up in back, he put his hands against the cool cheeks of her ample ass. Then, setting her ass in motion, he started fucking.

Pam rolled her hips with him, following his lead. Her eyes rolled with ecstasy and her cunt drooled with joy. There was nothing like having a big, meaty prick shoved up deep inside of her. It was all that made life worth living.

"So good," she sighed, her tits rolling underneath her light blouse. "God, that's nice."

Scott smiled at the sexy tone of her voice. Whatever he did, she loved it. He humped his hips a little, sending his prick surging forward in her cunt. Immediately her face registered even more joy and excitement.

His fingers gouged into the cheeks of her ass, their tips in a line along the crack. He could feel the sweat and fuck-juices that ran down through that sexy channel and his finger slipped around on them. One finger poked at the pucker of her ass and he felt her whole body jump.

"Scott!" she exclaimed. "Stop it!"

He laughed, knowing she considered her asshole off limits.

"Okay, okay," he said with a chuckle.

Vain lifted herself up, allowing his prick only the mouth of her cunt to fuck. She bounced up and down, taking the tip of his prick into her body over and over. The sensitive nerves all around the mouth of her cunt tightened and quivered at so much concentrated attention.

An orgasm began to swell deep inside of her, but before it had a chance to form, Scott pulled his hands away from her ass and clamped them around her waist. Then, again proving his superior strength, he crammed Pam down tight around his prick, making her take all of his cock-shaft in one sudden, savage dive.

"Oh!" she cried in surprise and disappointment.

"Yeah," Scott replied, misunderstanding her, "feels great, huh?"

But, even if it hadn't felt so good at first, even. Pam had to admit that, after a few fine fuckstrokes, it was indeed pleasant. She began to move with him again, no longer fighting him or thinking of her own selfish satisfaction. She moved as he moved, fucking forward and back at whatever tempo he set for them.

His cock was totally engulfed in her cunt tunnel. She sighed and moaned, her lost orgasm appearing again, in a more defined shape than ever. Their breathing very loud in the enclosed car, Pam fucked at him with her heart and soul.

Scott, too, panted and groaned. The weight of his wife's body forced her down onto his crotch harder than usual, making his prick fill her cunt-tunnel to the utmost. The head of his prick opened up the collapsed walls of her cunt tunnel with every forward push, and, each time he fucked into her, it was as good as it had been the very first time. Her elastic cunt-channel held his prick very tightly, making their fucking better and better.

"Mmmm, fuck me," Pam mumbled, her eyes closed and her head rolling loosely on her shoulders. "God, that feels so good, God that feels so nice!"

She let her weight fall on him, making herself extra heavy to make sure she had all the cockshaft she could take. She felt filled to the brim with cock. The head of his prick hit one pink, padded wall of her cunt and then banged against the other.

Scott liked what she was doing to and with his prick, too. He kept his fucking strokes straight and true, not letting himself be influenced by her funny little motions.

Scott's hands were still around his wife's waist, feeling and helping her move. Her blouse was still tucked neatly into the waistband of her skirt, and now those layers of fabric were soaked with sweat.

Scott still wore his shin, too, and he could feel it sticking to his back against the seat. He wiggled back against it, feeling how it stuck to his skin and made him tickle. Then, realizing how hot Pam must be, he untucked her blouse and ran his hands up to her tits.

"Ummmm," she sighed, "yesssss."

Her large tits were held captive in her heavy bra, but Scott knew how to free them. He tripped the front clasp between the big cups and her tit-flesh sprang forth, slick and sexy with sweat.

"Oh baby!" he said, one hand on either of her wet, creamy tit-mounds. "Bet that feels better."

Pam couldn't answer. Now she felt completely free, and her fucking motions reflected that freedom. She rocked back and forth crazily, fucking at Scott with new might and urgency.

Forced to keep up with her, Scott fucked faster, too. His hands held onto her chest, his fingers against her back, his thumbs stroking across her spiked nipples. His mouth hung open and he panted hotly, his mind a blur of fucking.

Having her nipples stroked was the final straw for Pam. All at once she jammed herself down on her husband's prick and her orgasm tore through her.

Shuddering waves of sensations pounded through her cunt-tunnel and their reverberations sounded all through her system.

She shuddered and jumped, her body alive with raw energy. Cunt-cream poured down around Scott's ever-fucking prick and the two of them moaned and grunted.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!" Pam mumbled, tremors causing her to twist and shout. "Ohhhh!"

Scott felt the resounding motions of her climax on the inside as well as on the outside of her body. His prick kept moving through her cunt-tunnel and her orgasm encouraged his, making it impossible to keep from coming, too.

"Baby!" he grunted, still fucking her. "This is it!"

Pam pushed down on his crotch, surrounding his prick as completely as possible in her still quivering cunt-meat. Then she heard the change in her husband's breathing and felt his prick pull back and then leap forward in the dark depths of her inner pussy-channel.

"Mmmmmmm!" Scott moaned, his lips clamped shut over his teeth. "Mmmmmmm!"

Pam rode it out with him, enjoying his climax almost as much as she enjoyed her own. She loved the way he panted and huffed, as if this might be the last thing he ever did.

Scott's climax lasted and lasted, filling her with shudders of ecstasy and great gobs of cum. She could feel them swimming around up inside her and she wiggled, liking their soft, squishy feel.

Then, as her mind cleared, she looked up out the back window of the car just in time to see Russ and Barb turn the corner and head up the street.

"They're home," she said softly, not wanting to shock her still-trembling husband.

"They are!" Scott exclaimed with surprising enthusiasm. "Let's go!"

He struggled out from under Pam, dumping her over the seat. Then he grabbed his pants and zipped them up as he jumped out of the car and hurried over to greet his brother.

Slowly, Pam pulled on her panties and followed along behind.

CHAPTER FOUR

Pam and Scott had a wonderful time visiting Los Angeles. During the day, while Russ and Barb were away at work, they slept late and had great sex. Then, in the afternoons they played tourist, going to Disneyland, Magic Mountain, and the beach at Venice. During the evenings, the two couples went out together, hitting Westwood and driving down the coast for a fancy dinner in Newport Beach.

After a few days of running here and there and seeing this and that, everyone agreed that it would be fun to have a nice dinner at home. Both Pam and Barb loved to cook so they decided to eat in and invite Barb's sister, Beth, over too.

Beth lived alone and hated to cook so she accepted the invitation gladly. She was also anxious to meet Pam and Scott, especially Scott. She'd heard that he was really something and she wanted to check him out and discover if he found marriage a completely fulfilling arrangement.

The dinner was delicious and all through the meal Beth did her best to make her wishes known to Scott. She laughed hard at all his silly jokes and brushed against him as she passed the food across the table. Then, just to make sure, she played footsie with him, taking off her little shoe and running her stockinged foot up and down his sturdy leg.

But Scott needed nowhere near so much encouragement. Although he'd been married less than a week, that old roving eye of his was at work already. He'd pegged Beth as a hot little piece of ass the first moment he'd laid eyes on her. He was only waiting for the right moment to drag her off in a corner somewhere and fuck her brains out.

In every way, Beth was the exact opposite of Pam. She was very petite, Scott guessed around five feet tall, with a little girl's face. Her figure was great but everything was in miniature because of her size. When Scott imagined how small and tight her pussy probably was, it nearly made him come right there at the table.

"Ready for dessert?" Pam chimed, bursting in on his lecherous thoughts.

Pam brought out a home-made berry cobbler. Scott and Beth gobbled theirs down, the lust smoldering for each other. Then, while the others chatted merrily, Scott watched in amazement as Beth stared right at him and let her second plate of cobbler slide purposely down the front of her pretty white dress.

"Oh no!" she exclaimed, jumping up. "I'm such a clod! Excuse me while I clean this up in the bathroom."

She looked at Scott meaningfully and he got her message.

"Here, let me help you," he said quickly. The others looked at him with mixed emotions as he stood up to follow Beth down the hall. Russ' face showed envy, Barb's suspicion, and Pam, although rather worried, said, "Thank you, darling, that's very sweet of you."

So, with his wife's blessing, he dashed toward the bathroom and Beth. When he got there, she had already taken her soiled dress off and was standing in only her white high-heels and, surprisingly, a white garterbelt and stockings.

"Whoa!" Scott exclaimed, shutting the door quietly. "What have we here?"

"God, I'm so hot for you," Beth gushed, throwing her little arms around his waist. "You're everything I'd hoped you'd be!"

Scott picked her tip in his arms and brought her mouth to his. Her tongue went wild the moment their lips met, and she wrapped her legs around his thighs and kissed him as if her life depended on it.

Scott returned her ardor. She was very soft and very nice to squeeze and so he did, running his hands up and down her back underneath the silky curtain of her long, luscious hair.

"We have to hurry," Beth said, panting softly, "we can't stay in here too long."

"Don't worry too much, honey," Scott said, running one hand up between her nearly naked legs, "I don't think anyone will come looking."

"Mmmmmm," Beth moaned, licking down the side of his neck and tasting his salty, masculine flavor. "How do you wanna do it?"

Scott looked around. There was hardly room to lay down and Beth was too short to fuck standing up. Then his eyes hit upon the closed toilet seat and he carried her over there.

"Stand on this, baby, and everything will line up just right, I think," he said, guiding her downward.

Beth stood on the white porcelain throne like a perfect Goddess on a pedestal. Her little pink tits jiggled as Scott let her down and then stepped back to look at her.

"You're lovely," he said, dropping his pants and stepping out of them and his shorts. "Pink perfection."

Naked from the waist down, he stepped up to her. His cock stood straight up. When he leaned against Beth to kiss her again, she was just a little taller than he was and his cock bobbed right against her upper thigh.

Hungrily they kissed, sucking on each other's tongue. While they frenched, Beth's hand took hold of his prick and stroked it, waxing more strengthening blood into its meaty core. Scott's hands were everywhere on her body, finally ending up on the tight, round cheeks of her ass. When Beth bent her knees and drew his cock toward her blonde, fuzzy pussy, Scott pulled her tighter to him, his hands spanning her entire ass.

She lifted one leg slightly to let his cock surge into her. Then, once it was inside, she stood straight up again, nearly strangling Scott's big prick with her small, hot pussy.

Beth's pussy immediately put a death grip on Scott's prick-shaft and it was a moment before he could even trust himself to start fucking her.

"Jesus, that's tight!" he gasped, bending his knees and pulling his cock from her pussy-grip just a bit. "Christ!"

In all the cunts he'd fucked, Scott didn't think he'd ever dipped his cock in one so incredibly small as Beth's. He was almost afraid to pull his prick out of her, for fear her pussy might tear it right off.

But Beth wouldn't let him not fuck her. While he grew accustomed to the tight fit, she grew impatient and started squatting and then straightening up, fucking herself on his wonderful prick. After a few quick-strokes, her soft pussy was slick with juices and, while still excruciatingly tight, it was more fuckable and Scott got into the act, too.

"Oh yeah," she sighed, bouncing with him as he set up his usual quick, sure, fucking tempo. "Oh yeah!"

He kept his hands on her ass and thighs, making sure she didn't fall as the fucking tempo picked up pace. Whenever he glanced up at her face, he saw that her blue eyes were closed, her forehead wrinkled with concentration and her front teeth clamped over her bottom lip with lust. Small whimpers of excitement and, Scott assumed, pleasure, came from her open mouth.

His prick jammed up into her, fucking straight up into the air. He thrust with his hips, and she bent and unbent her knees, keeping his cock moving back and forth through the tight tunnel of her young cunt.

As their rhythm got established, Scott let one hand move around her body, away from her wiggling little ass. The fingers on the hand remaining on her ass spread out, covering mast of the creamy flesh there. The freed hand came in between their humping bodies, in search of her perky tits. When he found them, his rough fingers wrapped around her nipples.

For the first time, then, he thought of Pam. Beth's tits were nothing like his wife's tits. They were little upthrusting cones, the ends swollen with sweetness. He squeezed her nipples. Then he smashed the little cones, one at a time, flat against her small chest. She felt so small and frail he felt sure he could have broken her in half had he wanted to, and that fact turned him on, stroking his macho streak and making him fuck her with new vigor.

"Ohhh!" Beth sighed, almost jumping up and down on his big prick. "God, you're a good fucker."

Beth's thin arms were wrapped around his neck, keeping their bodies close together. His fingers were trapped between their sweaty fronts, hers so soft and smooth and his with just a moderate dusting of hair. Beth twisted her torso from side to side, sliding her tits from his grip and tickling them with his dark chest pelt. She liked a man with a little hair, but she hated fucking gorillas!

His prick went very deep inside of her, so deep she felt like his cock-head might pop out of her opened mouth at any second. She felt taken over by Scott's prick and the fact that he was a married man, a newly married man, bothered her not in the least.

Her dress flopped over the edge of the sink, sopping wet. Beth had bought that dress especially for tonight but now, as Scott's prick continually trenched out her eager little cunt, she didn't even care that it had been ruined. It had served its purpose and gotten her just what she'd wanted.

She bent one knee and lifted it up, running her smooth inner thigh along the outside of one of his sturdy legs. His prick shifted slightly inside of her and both fuckers groaned. Then Beth wiggled herself into just the right position so that her little clit was caressed as Scott plowed his mighty prick in and out of her juicing, pink cunt-hole.

"Ahhhm, that's it," she moaned, feeling a new surge of excitement when her clit was brought into the fucking action. "Just keep doing that, big boy, and I'll be coming like you won't believe."

"Mmmm, all right, baby," Scott huffed. "Just keep the noise down, huh?"

Beth didn't hear his warning, she was too caught up in the desires of her own body. She fucked around quite a bit, but she knew that studs like Scott didn't come knocking at her door all that often.

She was pumping up and down on his big prick, her ass poking out and then fucking back in with every stroke. The end of his prick was thundering against the end of her cunt-tunnel and each time it touched that ultra-sensitive spot she gasped involuntarily.

And, as their fucking got more fast and furious, Scott touched her there more often and the small, tiled room raged with her lust-laden groans.

"Easy, baby, take it easy!" Scott cautioned. But he knew, too, how good their fucking was. Given a choice he too would have let loose with great grunts and howls of joy. Beth's little pussy still created a new kind of excitement in his prick, but he knew, too, that he had to be more careful than she did. After all, his wife was only a short trip down the ball, and, although he didn't expect her to come looking for him, he didn't want to make her have to, either.

Not wanting to press their luck by staying in the bathroom too much longer, Scott stepped up his frenzied fucking. He knew that Beth's clit was right in the line of fire now, and he made sure the base of his prick bumped against it good and often. Already he could feel her shuddering and shaking with the kind of internal quaking he had long ago learned to recognize as impending female orgasm.

Scott forced all of his prick up inside of her and then rolled his hips. The little blonde leaned forward against Scott, pressing his hand tightly between their chests.

With all her weight against him, Scott just managed to maneuver his fingers. The tips rolled her nipples, sliding back and forth from one to the other. He thrummed and twisted and pulled, Beth's whimpering face bent down against the top of his head.

Her little cries of passion were like music to Scott's ears, and the more she whimpered, the harder and more diligently he worked her over with his fingers and his prick.

The hand on her ass slid around too. It covered her dancing ass-checks and probed at her asshole. Unlike Pam. Beth didn't say no when he tested her little ass. Excited by her willingness, he thrust one finger up her little brownie, making her jump and squeal with accentuate lust.

Scott grinned as he fucked her from both ends. She could barely move now, she was so taken over by his fucking. But she didn't need to do anything. His cock in her cunt and his finger up her ass kept her body in motion. He tossed her from one to the other end, limp with lust, Beth did little more than moan and sigh her appreciation.

Her ass hole was tight and much drier than her cunt-hole. Briefly, Scott thought about pulling his prick out of her cunt and jamming it right up her ass. Somehow, he didn't think a hot little number like Beth would mind. But, when he tried to take his cock out of her pussy, he found that his own body wouldn't let him. He was closer to coming himself than he had thought. If he too his prick out of her now he was likely to send his load flying against the wall instead of anywhere inside of Beth.

"Oh my God, oh my God!" Beth mumbled, her clit thumping against his prick time and again. "I'm in heaven, I'm dying, oh my God, oh my God!"

Fearing her cries might blow their cover before he could blow his wad, Scott moved his band from her stiff-nippled tits up over her gaping mouth. He pressed his palm against her soft lips and Beth sank her teeth into it, nearly making him cry out.

But the pain in his hand was forgotten as Beth began climaxing with a power Scott hadn't seen in years. She snorted and snuffled against his cupping hand and her body thrashed so madly he thought they would both end up on the floor. His finger was jammed way up into her asshole and he swore he could feel the shuddering of her cunt with it.

His cock, through, took the entire fury of her orgasm, Scott thought her powerful contractions might wring his prick right off of his body.

"Mmmmm! Mmmm! Mmmmmm!" she cried, her screams loud, despite his hand.

Scott held on, humping her from beginning to end of her mind-blowing climax. Sweat rings formed under the arms of his shirt, but he didn't notice. He just closed his eyes and kept on thrusting, hoping that all his years of practice and experience would be enough to satisfy this little blonde wildcat.

She gnawed at his hand like an animal, her cunt bathing his surging prick in its slick, savory juices. Then, slowly, her dancing shudders began to ebb, slowing and losing some of their intensity.

At that point, Scott let loose. His balls bucked and a great rain of white cum-cream fell inside of Beth's pussy. To keep his own lusty moans down to a minimum, Scott bit his lip and held his mouth tightly closed. He panted through his nose, giving vent to some of his built-up fucking pressure, lest he explode. But the majority of his fucking power blasted out of his prick, showing Beth no mercy.

When, at last, they stood trembling together, his prick slithering from her pussy and dripping on the rug, they again realized the situation they had put themselves in. Beth saw her dress soaking in a pink puddle of water in the sink and it all came back to her.

"What do we do now?" she asked, watching as Scott casually hitched up his pants.

"Here," he said, tossing her a towel, "clean yourself up and put this on. We'll tell 'em we rubbed real hard, but the juice wouldn't come out."

He laughed at his own weak joke and then strode out the door, leaving Beth standing on the toilet, a rivulet of come running dawn her right inner thigh, a pink towel clutched in her hands.

CHAPTER FIVE

When Scott and Beth reappeared from the bathroom, the others greeted them with nervous laughter. Scott simply sat back down at the table and Pam brought him his coffee.

When Barb saw her sister wearing only a towel, she hurried Beth away and loaned her a pair of jeans and a T-shirt to wear home. The clothes hung on the little blonde and before too long her uncomfortable outfit and a complete lack of attention from Scott sent her home in disgust.

After Beth left, the party quickly died.

Russ seemed rather amused by his little brother's suspected antic, and Barb was terribly embarrassed her sister had done something like this. She excused herself as soon as she could and went upstairs to bed. It wasn't long before the others followed, with Scott and Pam wishing Russ goodnight and then turning into their honeymoon suite, right next door to Barb's and Russ' room.

While Russ undressed, he could tell that his wife was still fuming about her sister's behavior. Russ thought that was kind of cute. While he'd never fucked Beth himself, he knew plenty of guys who had and said she was a great one. He had to admit that if she hadn't been his own wife's sister he might have enjoyed fucking her a time or two himself.

"Don't be so hard on her," he said as he slid naked into bed. He touched his wife's thigh and discovered she was naked, too. "Beth is just a kid."

"Yeah, but Scott's a married man!" Barb said, a bit too emphatically. "He should have told her no."

"Well," Russ said, not wanting to work her up any more than she obviously already was, "maybe he did say no. How do we know for sure they did anything at all?"

Barb just looked at her husband and glared. She comes out wearing a towel and him grinning from ear to ear. "You tell me what they were up to."

"Okay, okay," Russ said, puffing back. "So they fucked each other. Don't take it out on me, it isn't my fault. Besides, it's not our business. That kind of stuff is for Scott and Pam to work out."

He pulled his wife to him and, surprisingly, she came. Then he kissed the nape of her neck and she wiggled back against him. Instantly Russ could feel his prick starting to swell as it was bumped against the soft curve of Barb's naked ass.

"I don't know how she stands it," Barb went on. "He made a fool of her tonight and she didn't even seem to care. She just pretended it wasn't happening. Pam's not a stupid woman. What does she see in a shit like Scott?"

"Whoa, now!" Russ exclaimed. "That's my brother you're insulting! Watch it!"

"I'm sorry," Barb said, turning around to face her husband, "he may be your brother, but tonight he was a number one shit!"

"Yeah, because your sister came on to him and wouldn't quit!"

That shut her up and she flipped back over again, turning her back. They were silent, each thinking up mean things to say to the other and wondering if it was a good idea. Then, there in the darkness, they began to hear sounds, sounds that made both of them squirm with embarrassment and lust.

Next door, Pam had thrown herself on her husband. Just as the others were certain he had fucked Beth, so was she and she was determined to wear him out so he would be in no condition to continue his little affair. Scott had barely gotten his clothes off before she was fucking him like crazy. Their bed creaked and the headboard banged against the wall that separated their room from Barb's and Russ'. The feuding couple heard and recognized the sounds of passion coming in from next door.

Barb closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but it was impossible. The clanging and banging from next door was just too much. Then, when Pam began to moan, the sound was like fingernails down a blackboard for Barb. Despite her anger at her husband and his asshole of a brother, she felt her insides heating up. Still, even though she was hot, her pussy moist with lust, she did nothing.

So, her nipples swelling, she remained still.

Russ listened, too, with no little interest. He could hear Pam's moans of lust and Scott's grunts of effort and he grinned. Women always liked it best when they were treated a little wrong. His prick jumped just thinking about the kind of fuck his brother was probably getting. With a big woman like Pam, a man could really let himself go, Russ thought.

His prick brushed against the cheeks of Barb's ass. Russ could also hear his wife's labored breathing. She's getting hot, toot he said to himself, happily. But he didn't touch her yet. He wanted her ripe and ready for his prick.

Barb's body got hot all over. She could feel the end of her husband's cock knocking against her wet cunt-crack and it drove her crazy. What she really wanted to do was reach behind herself and take hold of his prick. She'd yank on it a few times and then turn around and fuck it for all she was worth. They'd show those two noisy fuckers next door that, after a year of marriage, she and Russ could still make the old bedsprings rattle.

But she didn't let herself do it. It was a matter of principle.

Russ waited, listening to her turn on, getting hotter and hotter. Her breathing was very laud in the still room now, and he could feel her body trembling from time to time, shaking the mattress as a further example of her growing lust. He wanted to wait until she turned around to him, because he knew that eventually she would, but he couldn't stand it himself. His prick was hard and he wanted to fuck Barb very badly.

Wiggling forward, he cupped her back, his prick following the curve of her ass. Then he reached over her one shoulder to cup one of her quivering tits. His face nuzzled into the back of her head and along her neck, licking and kissing and nibbling.

"Doesn't sound like Pam's too mad, honey," he said, squeezing her nipple. "If she doesn't mind what her husband does, I don't think you should either. Come on, let's don't make their problems our problems. Listen! They're fucking like bunnies! How 'bout it?"

Barb wanted to say no, she really did. She wanted to tell Russ to go fuck himself. But she couldn't. She was too hot to turn down the great fuck she could always count on her husband to give her.

She said nothing, but she did open her legs and reach in between them to take hold of Russ' cock. The head was very juicy with escaping precum and she smeared it around the spongy head with her fingertips. Then she pushed his pricktip down and back, forcing it to bend just enough to find its way up inside her gaping pussy.

"Ummm, thanks, honey," Russ said, sighing as his prick was taken in by her soft, tender cunt.

Barb moaned, too, it felt so good. But her exclamation of lust was nothing compared to the great howls of fuck-lust that once again assailed her ears.

"Hear that, honey?" Russ panted, pulling back, sliding his cock out of her cunt. "Remember how much we used to fuck? God, we did it all the time, everywhere. Remember that time on the beach? God, you were just as hot for me then as Pam is for Scott now. You're a great fuck, Barb, a great fuck!"

His words and his slithering prick did plenty to loosen Barb up. She arched her back and pushed her ass out, thrusting it back toward his fucking prick. She moaned again, sucking in a deep breath that made her tits surge out.

Next door, the fucking was going fast and furious. Pam cried out, her husband's cock fucking her deep and good. Scott panted, his body working hard to keep up with his lust driven wife. He'd never seen Pam such an animal before. If his messing around with other women was going to make her fuck him like this, he'd just have to let her catch on more often!

The hotter things got with the newlyweds, the more the fucking with Barb and Russ picked up. Whenever he fucked her from the rear like this, his prick always seemed that much longer and more delightful. Barb bounced herself up and down, taking as much of his cock as she could and then rolling herself around it. Her breathing was louder than ever, her juicy cunt slithering around Russ' thrusting prick easily.

Russ' arm rested over her shoulder, pressing down over one tit and then holding onto the other. His fingers spread out over her tit mound, squeezing and pinching her meaty tit globe. He could feel her heart pounding underneath the flesh of her tit-globe and, as he fucked her with more vigor, he felt that hearty pounding increase.

His prick moved in and out of her cunt on a fine layer of fuck-lube. His cock was very wet and juicy and his wife's cunt was the same. Together their juices mingled to form a sweet mixture of lust that eased their fucking and increased their desire with its aromas and sounds. Fucking sounds were all around them. Their own bodies suctioned together and apart, their fuck-parts squishing and squashing. Next door, the fucking sounded more violent than ever.

"Oh, honey, keep fucking me, yes! Yes!" Pam cried, her voice tortured and strange. "Yessss!"

At her request, the pounding against the wall picked up it's pace. Her husband was obviously giving her what she asked for and, secretly, Russ couldn't help but be jealous. Not more than two hours ago Scott had been giving it to Beth in the bathroom and now here he was, humping his wife like he hadn't seen a woman in six months. Jesus, what stamina!

Out to prove, at least to himself, that he was still plenty studly and sexy, Russ hammered Barb, too. He rolled over on top of her, forcing her flat down on her belly and making his prick fuck into her deeper than ever before. She moaned under him, but didn't struggle back.

"Mmmmm," Barb said, finally allowing herself a few words, "that's great! Keep doing it, it feels, ahhh, great!"

Russ rolled his eyes, thinking he had to agree. He slipped his hands under her and cupped both of her tits, pulling on the nipples and crushing her meaty tit-globes against her chest.

Barb moaned louder. The more her husband played with her tits the hotter she got. It was as if a connecting wire moved sexual current from her tits down to her pussy and vice versa. The hotter her tits got, the more she felt it in her cunt. She brought her legs together, tightening her grip on Russ' prick.

Barb couldn't move too much with her husband's full weight on her back, but she did her best. She snapped and rolled her cunt-muscles all around Russ' prick, making motions he couldn't see but which she knew he could certainly feel.

"Yeahhh!" he exclaimed, humping down on her harder. "You know I like that!"

She did indeed know and she kept it up. From one end to the other the waves of cunt-muscles rippled around his prick-shaft.

Russ made strange strangling noises and fucked her harder, nearly forcing the wind right out of her.

Barb kept up her internal assault, loving the way it made her feel and knowing that it made her husband feel good, too.

The sounds the other fucking couple made were now nearly lost in their own noises. Loud grunts filled the air in the darkened bedroom and Barb wondered absently if Scott and Pam were listening to their noises just as she and her husband were listening to them. The thought that the two couples might be turning each other on made Barb fuck at Russ harder than ever. She loved the perversity of it!

"God are you hot!" Russ said, barely able to keep up with her. "Man!"

Barb arched and straightened her back, fucking like crazy. She wiggled her ass around and thrust her tits out into Russ' sweaty hands. Her nipples were long and sensitive and everything he did to them had great and sexy consequences for Barb. Her whole body was one raw nerve of fuck-lust and the sounds that continued to assail her from the room next door kept pushing her lust higher and higher.

Humping her ass just right, Barb discovered she could push her horny cunt down hard against the mattress beneath her. Her fucking motions took on a new twist, making sure that her clit was crushed just right ever single time. Then she had the best of both worlds, a cock deep inside of her and her clit manipulated just right so that she was sure to come -- and soon.

While his wife took care of her own needs, Russ took care of his. He buried his face in the silky hair and twisted her nipples as if he could turn her on like a radio. His prick thundered around inside of her, slamming from one end of her quivering cunt-tunnel to the other. When she flipped her hair to one side, he took out some of his fuck-lust on her exposed neck.

"Ougggg!" Barb squealed, his nipping teeth sending goose bumps all down one side of her squirming body. "Ohhhh!"

His teeth bit into the cords along the side of her neck and Barb thought she would go nuts. She was very sensitive there and her husband knew it. His teeth sent great waves of excitement and desire surging through her veins and made her fuck back at him with all her might.

From beyond the shuddering wall, there came a series of shrieks and cries that matched Barb's in intensity and urgency. Barb's head swam and she wondered if the sexy sounds that seemed to be everywhere were of her own making or indeed from Pam. The hotter she got, the less sure she became.

"Oh God!" she cried out, her body raging with lust. "I'm coming!"

As she cried out. The loud noises that had been coming from next door so freely suddenly seemed to stop for Barb. All she heard were her own yowls of joy. Her body shuddered and shook with the power of her orgasm. Russ was jolted around on top of her, only his superior weight keeping him from being bounced right off of his quivering wife.

Barb quaked and shuddered, her body still pressed flat on the bed by her husband's weight. Russ felt her internal contractions and fucked down into her with renewed strength, keeping her climax going. He felt his own lust sizzling down to the blasting point.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed. "Oh yeah, honey!" Great, white wads of fuck-cream stormed out of the slitted tip of his prick and exploded against the back wall of Barb's pussy. His prick kept on fucking forward and back while he came, poking in and out of the white syrup of his oozing cock-cream.

Barb took her husband's cum gladly, sliding around under him and clamping her pretty pussy down tighter around his climaxing prick. She pushed her ass up higher than usual, making sure his cock was in her as deeply as possible while it shot off.

They moaned and cried out together, returning each other's obvious lust. Their cries of satisfaction were just as loud and lascivious as their cries of passion had been. They panted and sighed and grunted and groaned, venting themselves completely of any sort of pent-up fuck-lust.

Then, like someone had tripped a switch, Barb and Russ fell silent. And, as they rested in the darkness, they realized that all around them was quiet, too. Sure now that their fucking sounds had been shared by all, they curled up together, and drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER SIX

Everyone was a bit slow getting up the following morning. By the time Russ and Barb went downstairs for breakfast, Scott had already gone out and Pam was sitting alone, absently swirling her cold coffee around in her cup. When she looked up to greet her hosts, both Russ and Barb could see that she had been crying.

"Morning," Barb said cautiously. "Ah, where's Scott?"

Pam sighed heavily. "Out with some old high school friends, he said," she replied softly. "Oh, I see," said Barb, pouring her guest a fresh cup of coffee. "Well, I'm going out shopping and then to lunch with a couple of girlfriends. Why don't you come along? I'm sure Carol and Nancy would love to meet you!"

"Yeah, that sounds great!" added Russ. "You'd have a ball."

"I don't know," Pam said slowly, "I don't feel much like going out."

It's a wonder you can even move this morning with all the fucking you got last night, thought Russ. But he said, "Okay, so stay here. I plan to watch the game, maybe work in the yard a little bit. You could just sit there and look pretty and I'll keep an eye on you."

Barb flashed him a look that told him he better not keep too close of an eye on Pam -- or else.

"Maybe you should just rest," Barb said. "Take it easy today. But if you change your mind, I plan to leave in half an hour and I'd love to take you with me."

"Thanks," Pam said weakly.

Barb took her coffee and went back upstairs. Russ drifted outside to set up the sprinklers in the backyard. Pam could see him from where she sat, her fresh coffee untouched and getting cold.

She didn't know why she felt so depressed this morning. She hoped it wasn't because of Scott's going out. She didn't want to be too suspicious and if he said he was meeting some old friends for a couple of rounds of golf, then she should believe him. And she did, at least halfway.

Still, the way he had acted with Beth the night before still left her feeling strange and unhappy. If he could be that blatant right in front of his own brother and sister-in-law, who could say what else he was capable of?

But then, Pam reminded herself as she watched Russ take the hose and douse some bushes, I knew Scott was a highly sexed guy when I married him -- that was why I married him. And now I am his wife and I have to please him and accept him for what he is. It's my job.

"Sure you don't wanna come?" Barb asked one more time as she came down the stairs all combed and ready. "I'll wait."

Pam shook her head. "I appreciate it," she said, "but I don't think I'd be much fun. Thanks anyway."

"Okay," Barb said, giving her arm a loving squeeze, "you take care and don't worry. I'm sure everything is fine."

Pam looked up and smiled weakly, wondering how much Barb knew.

"Bye, honey!" Barb called out the back door. Pam watched as Russ looked up and then threw his wife a kiss. Barb laughed and then went out the front door and drove away.

God, will Scott be throwing me kisses a year from now? Pam wondered. Then she jumped. The sound of Barb's car had hardly faded and Russ was there beside her. He wore only some cut-offs.

"More coffee?" he asked, brushing up against her as he held out the pot.

"Oh, I hardly touched this one. No, thanks, I don't think so," Pam said.

"It's bad for you anyway," Russ said, setting the pot down and popping open a beer. "Want one of these?"

Pam looked up and shook her head. They sat in silence for several moments, with Russ downing the cold brew. Finally he spoke up.

"Is my little brother giving you trouble already?" he asked.

Surprised by his pointed question, Pam shook her head.

"Well, if he does, you just remember that a little bit of what's good for the gander might also be good for the goose."

Pam got his meaning and it sent a tingle down her spine. Was he coming on to her?

"Scott's a good kid, but sometimes he thinks with his cock and not with his brain but at least he had the good sense to marry you. A man shouldn't let a good woman like you, Pam, pass him by," Russ said, moving his chair closer to hers. "No sir, they don't make many like you."

He put one arm along the back of her chair and leaned toward her. They stared at each other, with Pam mulling over her options. She was hurt enough for Russ' words to make sense. If Scott could fuck around, why couldn't she?

Russ could almost read her changing thoughts on her face. He'd fucked around himself enough to know the kinds of rationalizations that had to be met. He waited, watching her expression go through the various stages. Then, when she didn't move away from him, he leaned in and kissed her softly on the mouth.

Pam quivered like his kiss had been a blow. She was surprised she didn't feel more upset. In fact, it had felt good. So good, that when he kissed her again, she stuck her tongue into his mouth and massaged his lips with hers, showing him that she was willing.

He put one hand on her knee and ran his fingers in small circles. Pam wore only a summer shift and Russ didn't know -- although she was very aware -- that she was naked underneath it.

Slowly, as they continued to kiss, he moved his hand up her thigh. Pam sizzled with lust. Fuck Scott!

"Mmmmm," she moaned into his brother's mouth. "Mmmmmm!"

Russ' fingers brushed upward, meeting no resistance. He could feel how hot Pam was as the heat radiated out from her pussy. He wondered how she could possibly be so horny when she'd gotten so completely fucked the night before. But, whatever the reason, he considered it his good fortune as he kept kissing her mouth and stroking her thigh. Then, when his fingers touched the naked fur of her pussy, his eyes snapped to hers.

"Go ahead," she said boldly, humping her cunt at his surprised fingers. "Play with me."

Russ set his fingers in motion. He clawed and poked, touching the outer lips of Pam's dark-haired pussy and the soft pink cunt-meat inside as well. Pam was already very wet when he started fingering her and his manipulations only served to moisten her pussy all the more.

Her head spun with what she was doing. As her passion rose, so did her guilt level. But she fought it off, rolling her hips and pressing her hairy cunt into Russ' cupping, diddling hand. What he was doing to her did feel good, there was no denying that...

Two of his fingers poked deep up inside of her, drilling into her pussy. Once inside, he scissored them together and apart, doing things to her pussy that no cock ever could. Then he pulled them out of her cunt and smeared their sexy coating of fuck-cream all over her hot little clit.

"Oh!" Pam exclaimed. "That's so good!" She leaned back in her chair and spread her legs, giving him all the room he needed to satisfy her. Her pulse raced and the juices ran from her fingered pussy like rain down a gutter. Her ass bounced around, making his fingers gouge this way and that at the padded insides of her pussy.

As Russ worked her up, his own passion mounted. His prick was now bent and cramped in his shorts, yearning for release. He shifted on his chair, trying to bring himself a little relief while he brought Pam to the brink of orgasm.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!" Pam sputtered, suddenly flying into a rage of climax.

Her eyes fluttered, half open, her mouth slack. Russ felt her clasping cunt-walls sucking down around his fingers.

The instant she was finished, Russ jumped to his feet, his creamy fingers sliding from her quivering cunt. In an instant he had doffed his cut-offs and was standing in front of her naked.

Russ moved in. He pulled Pam gently off her chair and down onto the floor with him.

Pam whispered little protests, but did nothing to stop him. He landed on his back, with Pam in his arms on top of him.

"Wait! Wait!" she finally said, beginning to struggle. "Stop it! Let me go!"

Russ liked a woman with spunk. Thinking she was just playing hard to get, his arms closed around her tighter. The more she tried to get free, the harder he hugged her.

"Take it easy," he said. "It'll all be over soon and you'll feel much better."

He flipped her dress up in back and grabbed hold of the cheeks of her ass. She felt so different than Barb did, so much bigger, so much more substantial. He tugged her forward, leading her to his rigid hard-on.

Pam felt his prick against the outer lips of her pussy and she grew faint with fear. She just couldn't fuck around with Scott's brother, she just couldn't!

"No! Let me go!" she repeated, her words tearful. "Stop!"

Finally it got through to Russ that she was serious. He loosened his hold on her and looked into her eyes.

"Now what's wrong?" he demanded.

"I can't do this, I'm sorry," she said.

"The hell you can't! I get you off and you leave me like this? What am I supposed to do, go take a cold shower?"

Pam looked down at his incredible hard-on and felt his grip tighten on her again. Frantically her mind searched for a gracious way out of this.

"I'll suck you off!" she said. "I suck cock real good. How 'bout that?"

Russ let her offer hang in the air for a moment, letting her feel the heat. He loved a good blowjob.

"Well?" she asked. "I'll do it good!"

He let her go and she scrambled back until her fingers clamped onto his upstanding prick. Then, as if she were ravenous, he devoured his prick-shaft, taking it all into her mouth at once and clamping her pink lips down tight around the hairy base.

"Yeah!" Russ sighed, letting her go to work. "This might not be too bad!"

Pam's face bulged with the girth of his prick. She ran her tongue around his rigid prick-shaft, making his cock rub against the insides of her cheeks. She sucked those checks in hard, making her face pucker up and giving Russ' prick a delightful squeeze.

"Yeahhh!" he sighed.

She drew her head back, releasing his prickshaft slowly. As it emerged from her pretty face, she kept her tongue busy, working it around his heavy slab of cock-meat. His prick was very soft and pliable on the outside, but on the inside it seemed to have a core of granite.

Pam's tongue fluttered all around his mighty cock-meat, feeling its odd textures and tasting its pre-cum.

Her lips were a puckered oval as she began to thrust her head forward and back. The opening of her mouth ran up and down the rigid shaft of her brother-in-law's prick, the bumps on his cock making her lips tingle. Her head went in and out, moving from the hairy base to the spitting tip of his prick and then back again.

Gradually but steadily her face-fucking motions picked up speed until her lips seemed to be everywhere on his prick at once, turning Russ on like crazy.

Although she didn't want it to, Pam soon realized that blowing Russ was turning her on again, too. Under her dress, she could feel that her naked pussy was wet with new lust. She closed her eyes and steeled her resolve, telling herself that she would suck down his cum and that would be that.

But, as she sucked and pulled, she couldn't keep herself from moaning. As she felt her passion rising, she again remembered how badly her husband had treated her. Scott fucked around, she knew it was true, but did that give her the same right?

She plunged her face down around Russ' prick again, trying to fuck her troublesome thoughts right out of her own head. The end of his prick-shaft slithered around far inside of her mouth, begging for entrance to her throat. Pam breathed deeply through her nose and allowed his prick-shaft to move downward.

"God, a deep-throater!" Russ panted, his hips beginning to fuck back at her mouth. "Christ!"

Pam liked giving head and Russ' prick was certainly one that pleased. She shimmied her legs together as she felt his hot cum running down her throat. If his prick felt this good in her mouth, how would it feel in her pussy?

"Mmmmm!" she moaned, yelling at herself angrily. She had to stop thinking that way!

But Russ loved it. Her angry exclamation meant only further pleasure to him. He rocked his naked body up and down, lifting his ass up off of the floor and feeding her all of the cockmeat she could handle.

His balls bounced against her chin and she brought one hand up to take hold of them. They were very hairy, even hairier than Scott's nuts, she thought. She gave the precious bag of liquid a healthy squeeze and heard Russ gasp.

If he felt any qualms about fucking with his brother's wife, he didn't show them. In his own mind, Scott had already put Pam up for grabs by first fucking Beth right under their noses and then leaving his new wife alone. Even he would never have done that. A man who treated his woman so badly deserved it when she fucked around on him, and if Pam wanted to fuck around, who was he not to make good on such a golden opportunity?

His naked ass squeaked against the tile as he fucked it up and down, propelling his prick in and out of Pam's sucking mouth. Then he felt his balls snuggle up around the sweaty base of his prick and he knew that she almost had him.

"Go Pam baby!" be gasped. "Yeah!"

Spurred on by his -- and her own -- lust, Pam did her best. She had not lied when she'd told him she was a good cocksucker and she proved that to him now. She kept one hand near the base of his prick and the fingers there toyed with his balls and his asshole. She rimmed him gently, feeling his dark brownie. Then, when he was about to come, she jammed her finger up inside of him, spearing him in a very exciting way.

"Yeow!" Russ cried, his asshole feeling like it was being torn open by her probing finger. "Ohhhhh!"

Then, just as Pam had known it would, his prick began to shoot. She sealed her lips around his prick-shaft and started swallowing, always keeping her mouth fresh and ready for his next blast of cock-cream.

She gulped madly, taking it all down. It burned like fire all the way down her throat and into her belly. With the spread of his exploding prick-cream came an explosion of lust within her own body. Had she made the wrong choice? Should she have fucked Russ?

Russ simmered with orgasm, his crotch bucking up and down. Then, gradually vested of its heavy load, his prick began to die, wilting between her ever-sucking lips. Finally, he drew away from her and unsteadily stood up.

"Sorry, Pam," he said as he stepped back into his shorts and tucked his luscious prick inside. "I shouldn't have made you do that. You said no and I should have respected it. It won't happen again, I'm sorry."

Pam rolled onto her side, watching him through a fog of pounding lust. She saw him go into the living room and then she heard the sound of the television.

Battling with herself, she rested face down on the floor, her dripping pussy throbbing.

CHAPTER SEVEN

As Scott drove toward Beth's apartment, he felt a little bad about having lied to Pam. Pam was great, he even thought he did love her. But he had a lifetime ahead of him with Pam. Beth was of the here and now.

Scott counted his lucky stars and told himself how glad he was that Pam wasn't the jealous type. A suspicious woman would never have believed that story about going golfing with the guys. Yeah, he sighed as he parked his car in front of Beth's apartment, Pam was great.

He pressed the buzzer and Beth immediately rang him in. He took the stairs two at a time and when Beth opened the door, she threw her naked body right into his arms. He embraced and kissed her, finding her as pink and sugary as he remembered.

"Ohhh, I missed you," she said sexily, pulling him into the apartment and closing the door. "I'm so glad you called."

"And I'm so glad you answered," Scott said, picking her up in his arms. "Which way to the bedroom?"

Beth giggled and pointed, her small body cradled in his strong arms. He strode right into her bedroom and set her down on her big, brass bed.

"Hey, a waterbed!" he exclaimed, feeling the motion of the mattress. "These are great for fucking!"

"I know," replied Beth, unbuttoning his shirt. "That's why I have one."

Scott kicked off his shoes and took down his pants. He wore no underwear.

"I bet it is," he said, rolling back with the naked blonde. "I just bet it is."

Their kisses were lusty and wild. Beth's tongue was like a snake in his mouth, dancing and touching him everywhere. Her arms twined around his neck, pulling him down to her and letting her rub her pointed tits against his chest. She loved the feel of him, the size of him.

"Ummmmm," she moaned, her tongue stuck out long and pointed as she fucked it in and out of his mouth as if it were a little cock. "Mmmmmm!"

Scott could feel the sexual heat coursing through her body. Everywhere he touched her, she seemed to be on fire. His hands ran over her tits and down her creamy skin to her crotch. When his fingers worked their way through the tangled thatch of her blonde cunt-hair, he found that her pussy-mouth was wide open.

"Yes, yes," Beth sighed as he stuffed three of his meaty fingers up into her cunt-hole. "Fuck me anyway you want to, just fuck me!"

Scott twisted his fingers around inside of her. He jammed them in deep and he could feel the fur of her cunt-mound tickling against his palm as he probed around inside of her. The inner walls of her cunt were slick and curved and, he discovered as he moved his fingers around inside of her pussy, they created a void that was just about the same shape as his hard-on.

His fingers stroked the interior of her pussy channel. He opened and closed his fucking fingers, making her cunt expand and contract to accommodate them. Whatever he did, her elastic pussy stayed right with him, hugging his fingers and giving him a taste of what he knew his prick would soon be experiencing.

Beth rolled her hips around his fucking fingers, making them twist and gouge around inside of her cunt. She crawled up on top of Scott, her arms around his neck and her mouth working over his nipples. She wiggled her own tits against his, gasping with lust as his fingers found nerves inside her pussy she hadn't known she had.

With his fingers working around inside of her pussy, Scott felt her ass bump against his rigid prick as she danced around on top of him. His prick was ripe and ready for Beth and when she reached back behind herself and gathered it up in her little hand, he thought he'd shit.

"Christ!" he gasped, her soft fingers feeling almost harsh, his prick was so sensitive.

Beth brought his prick-tip to the slippery lips of her pussy and rolled it around there. She butted the head of his cock against the tight button of her clit and then pushed hard against it.

Both fuckers groaned with lust as their most sensitive parts were crushed together.

"Ohhhh," Scott sighed, "put it in."

But Beth wasn't ready for that just yet. She kept circling the head of his prick over and around her clit. Oily juices flowed from both their bodies and his cock-tip slithered around her ultra-sensitive clit easily. She felt her cunt opening up automatically, getting ready for the prick that was about to enter it.

"Come on!" Scott said, thrusting up with his hips. "Let's fuck, huh?"

"In a minute," Beth said breathlessly, her voice odd and strained. "You'll like it, I promise, if you just wait."

Scott wanted to believe her, but his prick was throbbing too badly. For him it was good already and now it was time to fuck. But Beth had hold of his prick so he had little choice other than to go along with her.

She rubbed hard against her clit, making her body tremble. Her legs were on either side of his body, her cunt hovering over his towering prick. She manipulated her clit around and around, hearing the squishing noises their fuck parts made and feeling the tide of her gathering lust.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she grunted.

Pre-cum drooled out of his prick and bathed her quivering clit. Around and around she swirled the sticky moisture, his hard-on pounding in her hand.

"Gaw!" she granted, pressing Scott's prick down hard against her throbbing clit. "Yeah! Gaw! Ahhhh!"

Scott tried to thrust, wanting to fuck her while she came, but she wouldn't let him. She kept hold of his prick, keeping it pressed tightly against her clit while the powerful convulsions of her climax washed over her.

As she began to calm, she turned his prick loose and started to get up. Acting quickly, afraid she wanted to get away, Scott grabbed hold of her, keeping her right where she was.

"Hey! What's the big..."

"Take it easy," Beth said, leaning forward and giving him a wet, sloppy kiss. "I want you to fuck me like a doggie, okay?"

Scott let her loose and then followed her motions with his own. She tumbled over onto her hands and knees, the soft bed rocking slightly beneath them. Scott knelt behind her little white ass, his big fingers kneading her ass-flesh.

Beth reached back between her own legs to take hold of his prick. His cock was very juicy now, a fountain of bubbling lust. She ran her thumb across his pre-cum-covered cock-head, and then she led his bobbing, aching prick right to the waiting hole of her pussy.

"Now you do it," she said, holding his fuck parts against hers. "You can fuck me now!"

She turned loose of his prick and his cock shot forward, burying itself at last in her tight cunt. Her orgasm had made her pussy smaller, and as Scott penetrated her for the first time he thought his prick might buckle from the extreme pressure.

"Oooh, man!" he grunted. "Are you tight!"

"Mmmmm," Beth moaned, her eyes rolling back into her pretty head, "and you're so big! God, I love it!"

Scott slowly drew his prick back out of Beth's clamping pussy. His fingers pushed down against her ass-cheeks and his prick came out of her cunt looking very white and strangled. But, knowing only that he had to keep fucking her, he quickly shoved it back up inside of her, seeking more of her cock-crushing tightness.

Beth felt gloriously filled with Scott's mighty prick-meat and, for the moment, that was enough. Her cunt clasping his prick very tightly, she just rested there, not moving, waiting to see what her lover would do next.

Scott took it easy his first few fuck-strokes. Then, as her pussy grew less demanding of his prick-shaft, he started fucking her for real, his body setting up an easy but erode fucking tempo. His cock slid in and out between her throbbing cunt-lips and she felt the tip of his prick beating against some ultra-sensitive point deep within it.

Biting her bottom lip, Beth began to move, too, rocking forward and back along with him.

"Yeah," Scott said, "now you got it, baby!" When he fucked forward, Beth went with him. Her cunt was always very tight around his prick and his cock didn't move much through the tunnel of her pussy because she kept her motions so in tune with his.

Scott fucked his prick all the way into her, the dark hair at the base of his prick-shaft tickling against her ass-cheeks. Now he could feel with his prick the contours of her interior that he had earlier explored with his fingers. His prick seemed to fit them perfectly.

Beth thought his cock was a perfect fit, too. She twisted her hips from side to side and then struck up a counter-fucking rhythm. Now, when Scott fucked forward, she pulled back. Then, when he drew his prick back out of her, she shoved her pussy down. Together they fucked his mighty prick from tip to root.

"Ahhhh!" Beth sighed. "I like that!"

Scott didn't need her words to tell him that, he already knew. Women always liked it when he really started fucking them with his big prick. Why would Beth be any different?

He drew back and felt her slide her pussy along his fucking prick. Then, when his prick moved in the opposite direction, so did her cunt, keeping their fucking sensations coming in a constant and very erotic stream.

Beth tightened and loosened the muscles of her inner cunt, listening for the effect her inner motions would have on Scott. Each time she clamped her pussy down on his prick-shaft she heard him grunt. Then, when she loosened herself, making it easier for him to fuck back into in, she got a different kind of noise, a sigh that told her Scott liked what she was doing for him.

And, she had to admit, she liked it, too. Fucking him this way took full advantage of his big prick, accentuating its size and making Beth get everything she could out of their fuck. Her cunt fluttered around his fucking cock, seeming to move all on its own.

Scott rested against her, reaching down to cup her hanging tits. The sweat that coated his palms and her hardened nipples acted as a sexy lubricant and allowed him to massage her tits with especially satisfying results. The little pink buds rose to the occasion, and, when he tweaked them between his thumbs and forefingers, he felt Beth jump for joy.

"Yeah, that's good for you, huh?" he panted. "You like that, don't you? My big cock feels good to you, doesn't it?"

Beth ground her cunt back at him, twisting his prick around inside of her cunt. She felt like she was completely taken over by his prick, like it might pop right out of her opened mouth at any moment. She gritted her teeth and slammed herself back, the end of his prick deep inside of her.

Cunt-juice was fucked up from her depths and splashed around their fucking union. Sweat, too, gathered in their loins, and their crotch hairs crackled as their fucking picked up speed and intensity. Beth felt the wetness clear up to her asshole and Scott's balls dripped with it.

Because he had been getting so much good pussy lately, Scott felt like he could fuck Beth forever. His prick felt good and strong and very hard. Her cunt was as tight and exciting as ever, and he threw his head back, giving himself up to the lust that ran through his veins like his very blood itself.

Beth took all of his hearty pounding and still offered her pussy up for more. Her body jumped when his cock hit an especially sensitive place, but most of the time she stayed right with him, matching him fuck-stroke for fuck-stroke.

Her earlier orgasm had taken the extreme edge off her fuck-lust and now she settled into it, ready to fuck Scott just as long as he wanted to fuck her.

His prick-shaft trenched her out from one end of her pussy-channel to the other. His fuckstrokes were straight and strong and both fuckers moved with them. Beth fucked in rhythm but in counter-rhythm, increasing the intensity of his fucking motions.

The harder he fucked her, the better Beth liked it. She panted, gasping for air each time his cock slammed into her. Still, she fucked back at him, begging for more with her constantly gripping, milking pussy-channel. Time after time his prick was completely encircled by her nibbling cunt as he fucked it all the way into her and then drew the many inches of his hard-on back out.

"Yes! Oh fuckin' yes!" Beth gasped, hardly able to speak. "Ummmm, yeah!"

Scott twisted her nipples, his prick slamming in and out of her cunt. Each time he pulled back, he stopped just a fraction of an inch from removing his prick from her quivering cunt all the way. Only his years of practice allowed him to fuck her so furiously and not lose his place in her cunt.

Beth arched and relaxed her back, fucking Scott with all her might. Her pussy-hole gaped open, his prick filling and refilling it. Her little tits were on fire from the pleasant torture Scott's hand submitted them to, and the more he did to them, the more distinctly she felt it in the pit of her pussy.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned, "yesssss!"

Savagely, Scott drew back and plowed forward. The fine rings of muscles along the insides of her cunt rippled all around his fucking prick. Sweat covered both of their bodies, coating them in an erotic, sugary glaze.

Scott leaned forward and kissed along her back. The blonde hair at the nape of her neck was wet with sweat and he nuzzled into it, liking the very feminine aroma.

His hips worked automatically now, forcing his prick in and out of her cunt. Every inch of his massive cock was alive and tuned only to fucking. For Scott and Beth, there was only fucking. Nothing else existed in the world, nothing else mattered.

Beth felt all of his prick inside of her. Again and again his prick nearly left the sweet confines of her cunt and Beth wondered at his control. She couldn't believe he could keep up such perfect fucking for such a gloriously long time.

"Yeah! Yeah!" she cheered. "It's so good!"

Scott tried to push himself up one notch further. He sped up his fucking, his ass nearly a blur as he speared her with all of his sizzling prick. But, to his horror, he found that he had overestimated his own competence. Like a bad dream come true, he felt his prick miss the end of her cunt and go sliding out into the cool air of the room.

"No!" Beth cried. "Oh no!"

Scott kept fucking, hoping his prick would find its way home again. Beth automatically grabbed for his errant cock, ready to steer it back in the right direction. But before she got the chance he had shoved it back into her body, making her cry out with a new kind of lust.

"God, that's my ass! Ohhhhh, you're fucking my asshole!"

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Ohhhh! I can't stand it!" Beth wailed, her asshole pierced by Scott's rampaging prick. "Ohhhhh! Stop it!"

But Scott had no intention of stopping anything. He never got a chance to do any assfucking at home so this was a real treat. And, he was sure that, despite her words, Beth didn't want him to stop fucking her perky little ass. Why, already she was thrusting back at him, stuffing herself with his pounding prick.

Beth felt filled to the brim by Scott's cock. She hadn't gotten her ass fucked in a long time and now, as Scott let her have it, she found it just as incredible as she remembered. It provided the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure, especially when her ass took in a prick the size of Scott's.

"Ummunnn!" she cried out. "I love it!"

So it was just as he had suspected. Once again Scott congratulated himself on bowing women so well. He could tell a happy ass-fucker when he saw one and he was with one right now.

The pressure put on his hard-on by her little asshole was tremendous. Scott gripped her lightly around the waist, pulling back hard to get enough leverage to keep his prick moving in and out of the taut ring of her ass.

Beth lowered the front of her body, putting her face down flat against the bed. Her long hair flowed out as she rested her cheek against the mattress. This position made her ass arch up, making it an even better target for Scott's relentless fucking assault.

Scott's bent knees trembled as Beth gave herself to him so completely. His cock angled down through the straining tunnel of her ass, reaching for her guts. He drew himself up to his full kneeling height and then bore down on the little blonde. His cock opened her up and then slammed against her insides.

Each time he drew back out of her asshole, Beth felt like he was taking a section of her innards with him. His cock touched places that had never known contact before and she shuddered around it. The scratchy walls of her deep, dark asshole caressed his prick, stroking it with a different kind of love than he got from her cunt.

Scott's hands reached nearly all the way around Beth's tiny body and he began to fuck with her, using her like a fuck-off doll to satisfy his mounting lust. He drew her up and down his rigid prick, slamming her tight down around the base of his ass-fucking prick and, then pushing her forward, slithering his cock back out of her gripping ass-tunnel.

Beth relaxed in his grip and let him do with her as he pleased because his pleasure brought more of her own. Her asshole felt huge, stretched completely out of size and shape by his rampaging cock. She tried to tighten the muscles there and bring it back to some kind of normalcy, but she found it impossible.

More pre-cum oozed from the tip of his prick and into the dark tunnel of Beth's ass. This lube and a strange sort of ass mucus were the only wetness the two fuckers had. Compared to the swamp of her cunt, her ass was arid and Scott had to lean against her hard to work his big cock into her.

As their fucking increased in pace and intensity, rivulets of sweat helped case their fucking, but the acidic nature of the sweat made it sting the soft interior of Beth's ass so badly that she wished it hadn't been there at all.

But, no matter what she might have preferred, their ass-fucking proceeded as nature had intended. The little pucker of her asshole was all stretched out, making her asshole into one smooth-rimmed hole. The little brown button was stretched white from the exertion of taking Scott's prick so many times.

Scott could tell that he wouldn't be able to keep up this kind of fucking for too much longer. The pressure her tight ass created in his balls was incredible and he could feel them already begging for release.

"Whoa! Easy, baby, easy," he said. "Ease back, Beth, ease on back!"

Beth barely understood his words, but she could tell from the way his hands were moving her what he wanted. He pulled her all the way back onto his prick, burying it in the strange warmth of her ass. Then, when she tried to back away from his hard-on, she found that she couldn't. He held her tightly, keeping his prick buried completely in her ass.

"Just wait a minute," he said, his voice hot. "Don't wanna come too fast now."

Scott closed his eyes and concentrated on bringing down his lust. If he came in her ass now, what would be the fun in that? He had to fuck her a little more.

Beth couldn't keep from wiggling around his prick. She felt so violated by his prick and leaving it parked in her asshole was just too much. She trembled and shook, his prick making her body feel like it might explode just to rid itself of its unwelcome visitor.

"Easy," Scott cautioned, "don't be jumping around like that, baby. You want me to shoot off right fuckin' now?"

Even to his own ears his voice was thick with the strain of holding off. The cream in his balls boiled so that he could almost taste it.

Beth could feel an intense pounding in her ass. She felt hot all over, right to the roots of her hair. His prick was like a heating element stuffed up inside of her, making her temperature rise.

"Ohhh!" she whimpered, the stain of having all of his cock inside her ass becoming too much. "Ohhhh! Go! Go!"

Feeling she just had to get rid of his prick, Beth started bucking and thrashing crazily, surprising Scott. She dove forward, forcing his prick to come out of her ass. He only came to his senses at the last moment and took a firm grip on her middle, keeping her from releasing his prick completely.

"Wait, dammit!" he barked. "You nuts or something?"

Brutally he jammed her back down on his cock, drilling it all back up inside of her once again. Beth yowled and tried to struggle away, but now he was ready for her. He kept her tight around the shaft of his prick, her little feeble motions of struggle acting upon his prick like fucking strokes.

Scott wasn't ready to take up his fucking pace again yet, but Beth left him no choice. So, as a method of self-preservation, he started fucking her again, although only slowly, his prick pulling almost painfully from the stretched ring of her ass.

"Yes, oh yes!" Beth sighed, feeling free as his prick began to move through and out her ass-tunnel. "Oh my God, yesss!"

If anything, her asshole seemed tighter than before. The skin around the solid core of his prick was clutching tightly and stroked just right by her gripping ass-tunnel.

But Beth did not feel the need for any sort of control. Once his prick started moving around inside of her again, she turned herself loose on it. She bobbed her ass up and down and twirled it around and around. His excited prick drooled more pre-cum and Beth found it easier to fuck around his big prick.

"Mmmmm," she moaned into the captured pool of water beneath them. "Fuck me!"

Scott could barely hear her words and he certainly couldn't understand them, but he didn't have to. He could tell from the way she was acting that she wanted more good, hard assfucking and he only hoped he was up to giving it to her. His prick felt slightly rested after its brief vacation in the depths of her asshole but still, he knew it wouldn't be long before the inevitable happened and he filled her ass with his creamy wads of fuck-cream.

He put both hands in the middle of her back, fanning out his fingers. Then he pushed down, making Beth move with him. Time and again, he put on the pressure and then released it, forcing her to clamp down on his prick and then release her hold as he saw fit. His prick throbbed far up inside of her ass and Beth continued to moan and sigh.

Beth closed her eyes and turned herself over to him. His hands directed and controlled her fucking motions and she didn't mind at all. She thought she would go crazy without his prick fucking into her ass, and, now that he had finally put it back in motion, she was so thankful she would have done anything he asked.

Back and forth his prick sawed through the gritty tunnel of her ass. His strokes started out short and cautious, but gradually he got caught back up in the lusty frenzy of their fucking and his strokes grew in length and intensity.

Beth gasped and sighed, feeling his prick once again touching each and every nerve along the entire length of her ass-tunnel.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she mumbled. "Ohhhhh yeahhhhh!"

When Scott looked down at what he could see the ring of her ass opening up to admit his prick -- his cock gave a second leap, this one even more earth-shattering than the first.

He had fucked her long enough so that her asshole gaped open even when it was stuffed with his prick. He realized then that even a small woman like Beth was capable of taking even more cock-meat up her ass than he could give her.

Sliding one hand back along her spine, he brought it to the crunch of her asshole. First he wallowed it around, wetting the fingers in their sexy mixture of fuck-tubes, and then he stretched one finger forward, running it along the smooth rim of Beth's stretched asshole.

Beth felt the new thing touching her ass and it took her lust-clouded mind a moment to figure out what it was. Then, just as it bit her that it was one of his fingers, Scott jammed it into her, adding its girth to the expanse of prickmeat she already had surging up her ass.

"Ough!" she exclaimed, feeling certain her asshole would tear from the additional volume. "Noooo! Take it out!"

Trying to expel him, Beth bucked and shuddered, tossing her ass all around. Her little body flexed and gyrated, nearly tossing Scott completely away from her.

"Out! Take it out! Stop!" she moaned, her words gasped out as she struggled to free herself.

But Scott would not -- could not -- let himself be removed so easily. The second she started her crazed motions, he felt his prick jump right to the verge of coming. So, instead of listening to Beth's wishes, he was forced to ignore them in the pursuit of his own sexual satisfaction.

The harder she tried to get rid of him, the better he liked it. She shimmied and shook and her ass-tunnel contorted sexily because of it. His prick was bent and stroked and smashed wonderfully in the hot confines of her suffering asshole and he loved it.

Wanting to see if he could force her even higher, he drew back with his free hand and gave her quivering ass a series of quick, hard slaps.

"Oughhhhh!" she howled, her ass on fire on the inside and on the outside now. She had to make him stop, she had to force him to let her go!

Beth twisted herself around, making his prick curve with her. His finger stayed stuffed right inside the sensitive rim of her ass, bending and tickling her with alarming results. She felt like she would go crazy if she didn't get him to step soon. Her whole body was involved in the fight for freedom for her ass, and she thrashed around madly, begging Scott for release.

"Ough! Ohhhh!" she moaned, her voice tortured.

Finally Scott couldn't stand it anymore. His balls would no longer listen to his commands to stay still and, like a volcanic eruption, his cum-cream freed itself and doused the interior of Beth's ass-tunnel with white lava.

"Baby! Baby! Oh man!" Scott grunted, once again slamming his prick to the root in her flexing ass-tunnel. "Ahhhhh!"

Beth cried out, too, her voice high and shrill. Then, to send her excitement level a notch further, she thought she heard a key turning in the latch of her front door. But, too overcome with the deluge of cock-cream Scott was turning loose of inside of her, she dismissed the noise as her imagination and belted out her lust.

"Yes! Ohhhhh, that's great. I want it all! Keep fucking me, Scott! Feed me all your cum-cream, yeahhhhh!"

His exploding cock-cream as lube, Scott kept his prick moving through the tight channel of her ass. Blobs of his white jizz bubbled up around the base of his prick once her little asshole was filled. He looked down at them, and at his cock-shaft fucking right through them, and, for once, he found the sight of his own jizz a real turn-on.

"Yeah, keep it movin', baby," he said, watching his prick fucking her ass while he gave her ass another couple of whacks. "Yeah, keep dancing!"

Beth's ass sucked in his cream and drank it down. She felt awash with it, as if it covered her everywhere.

But, if Beth was overcome by the glorious wonder of her fuck with Scott, there was now another woman in the room who was taken aback by the perversity of it. It didn't surprise her in the least to find Beth and Scott in bed together that was why she had come. But even she had never envisioned something as perverse as this.

The two fuckers faced away from her, their sexual sounds and smells assailing her the moment she let herself in the front door. Now she watched Scott's ass pucker and loosen as he fucked the last remnants of his cum-load into the depths of Beth's ass.

Beth's face was flat on the bed, turned away from her. But still the little blonde's cries and moans of extreme lust could be heard by all and they left little to the imagination. She was taking Scott's prick in her ass and loving it.

Shocked at first, but then remembering her purpose, Barb finally spoke up. She cleared her throat first to be sure her words were loud and clear and, when she did, both naked fuckers jumped as if they'd been shot.

"Well, isn't this nice?" she said sarcastically. "Pam sits at home crying and here's her new husband, fucking his brains out with some slut!"

"Barb!" Beth gasped, slithering forward on the bed and letting Scott's prick pop out of her asshole with a squishing sound. "What are you doing here?"

"You little bitch!" Barb raged at her sister.

"Couldn't you find a man who wasn't already taken? Couldn't you just leave him alone especially after last night?"

"Barb, I..."

"You whore! Get out of my sight!" Barb lunged at Beth and the little blonde bounced off the bed and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Then, her sister out of the way, Barb turned her wrath on Scott.

"And you, Mister shit-for-brains, having a nice honeymoon? Too bad you couldn't spend more of it with your wife."

"Hey, take it easy," Scott said with surprising calm.

"You make me sick! Pam loves you, God knows why, and you do this to her. I have half a mind to just tell her what a stilt you are. Maybe she can still get the marriage annulled and start over with a man who's good enough for her."

"Stop it!" Scott raged, standing up now, his limp prick dripping with cum-cream. "You leave Pam out of this!"

"Yeah? Leave her out just like you leave her out of your fucking? She deserves so much better than you! I've got to tell her!"

Barb made for the door but Scott stopped her.

"You don't need to tell her anything," he said, gathering up his clothes and beating her back to the door. "We'll just see whose story she believes, mine or yours, especially if she hears mine first!"

Barb dropped down on the couch while Scott flew naked out the door. He rushed to the stairwell and dressed there, leaving his shirt untucked and his shoes untied.

Then, like a bat out of hell, he raced to his car and drove for Pam, worded that Barb was behind him all the way.

CHAPTER NINE

For several minutes Pam lay there on the floor, listening to her heart and her pussy. Russ was in the other room, watching the baseball pre-game show. Shi could hear the voices of the announcers and Russ, as he cheered out his enthusiasm.

She licked her lips and felt the creamy cum that was still there. The taste of Russ' jizz was different from the taste of Scott's, not very different, but different enough for her to be reminded that it had not been her husband's prick she had just sucked off.

With a sigh, she rolled over onto her back. Her dress was up so that the cool air of the room touched her pussy. She moved one hand down and stroked it. Her cunt was very wet, the flesh tender and excited. She drew two fingers up along her cuntal crack a few times, liking the slick feel of it.

"Yeah, Mets, way to go!" Russ cheered in the other room.

Why shouldn't she go to him? Pam wondered, her fingers caressing her pussy. He was here and he was available, which was more than she could say for her dear husband.

Shakily, she got to her feet and walked to the doorway. From there, she could see Russ as he sat on one end of the couch, a bowl of potato chips on the table beside him, a small cooler at his feet. He tipped his handsome head back and took a long pull from a beer.

Pam ran her fingers back through her hair and straightened her dress. Then, trying to look very sexy, she entered the room and wandered over toward Russ.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked.

"Naw, sure, have a seat," he said.

Pam settled in, sifting down rather close beside him. Russ moved over to give her more space, but she scooted her ass over, too. Then, as she reached across him for a handful of chips, she let her fingers brush meaningfully across his crotch bulge.

"Say, watch it there," Russ said, trying to laugh it off, "don't start anything you can't finish."

Pam smiled. "I can finish it this time."

"Yeah, sure you can."

Pam reached up and took hold of his face. Then she stretched forward and pressed her lips against his. Her lips were soft and searching and her tongue probed into his mouth very gently.

"I can finish, I promise," she said softly, her lips just leaving his. "Try me."

"Okay, but if you leave me hangin' this time..."

"I won't. Believe me."

Together they shifted on the couch, stretching out together.

Pam could feel the bulge in his shorts growing as she wiggled against it.

They kissed again, with Russ' hand coming up to cup and massage one of her tits. She moaned into his kiss, telling him that she was serious and that what he was doing to her felt fine.

Russ felt fine, too. He liked the feel of Pam, her size and shape. He'd practically raped her before, only holding himself back because, she was his brother's wife. But now she had come onto him.

Pam's hand eased down between their warm bodies to give his cock a squeeze. Then, she worked dawn the zipper in his shorts and fished around inside for his hard-on. Tugging on it, she managed to wrestle it out into the open and stroke it lovingly.

Feeling how her hard nipples poked out against her dress made Russ want to see everything she had. She seemed to have a great body and now he wanted to get a look at it all. He liked to see his women before he fucked them so he sat up on the couch and pulled Pam with him.

"Lemme take this off of you," he said, pulling at her dress.

"Wait," said Pam, "let's go upstairs where we'll have lots of room."

Hand in hand, Russ' prick sticking out of his opened fly, they headed up to the guest bedroom where Pam and Scott were staying.

Once there, they stripped naked and stood looking at each other, each hungry for the other's magnificent body.

Then, lunging forward and grabbing her around the waist, Russ threw them both back onto the bed.

Their hands were everywhere, touching and stroking and caressing. Pam took hold of his prick again, jacking on it while he explored the creamy folds of her pussy.

She jumped when he first touched her because her cunt was so hot and sensitive. Then she began to sigh and moan as she got used to having his fingers on her very private places.

Russ' prick jumped to attention very quickly, although it had come in Pam's mouth only a few minutes before. Already they could feel the juice leaking out of its head, wetting down their bellies and Pam's hand as she toyed with his rigid fuck-meat.

Russ was a careful and tender lover and her lust soared under his caresses. His fingers worked over her cunt in just the right way, probing and stroking and teasing. Gently he smashed down her aroused clit making her whole body jump with lust.

"Ohhh, you do that so good!" she said, her fingers slick with his escaping cock-cream.

"It gets even better," Russ replied, rolling over on top of her. "See?"

Their naked fronts fit together perfectly and immediately his prick was at the mouth of her cunt. Russ reached down and directed it more exactly, and they both sighed as it slithered up inside her.

"Ummmm, I do see," Pam said, tossing her head from side to side. "That's much better."

Russ set his hips in motion.

Pam's large frame curled up, enveloping his body in her feminine softness. She threw her legs up and wrapped them around his back, ensuring that his prick penetrated her nice and deep. Her arms were around his neck, puffing herself up and rubbing her tits against his naked chest.

His cock felt fabulous inside her pussy. Pam sighed and moved with him, gently swaying to his slow and sexy fucking motions. His cock fucked into her completely, filling her with all the mighty cock-meat he had. And he moved it slowly through the wet tunnel of her pussy, making her feel every inch and bump there was there for her to enjoy.

Ruse's long prick tickled Pam's insides, and the way he fucked her so tenderly made her hotter than ever. He held back, slowly working her up. His prick stretched out along the padded walls of her cunt-tunnel, massaging and pleasing her.

Pam lost herself in his arms, giving in totally to his fucking prowess. She knew she'd picked the right man to fuck her. Russ was perfect, his prick was perfect, their fuck was perfect. She forgot all about Scott and the hurt he had caused her as she was totally satisfied by his sexy brother.

"Ahhhhh," she sighed, her head lolling back. Pam's breathing was loud enough for both of them to hear as he turned heron like crazy with his slow thrusting. She wiggled around, her back straining as she tried to get him to speed up.

But Russ held his course, knowing that she wanted more but also certain she would thank him for not letting her have it just yet.

His tines were like fire, lighting up the blood in Pam's veins. She felt his lips on her neck, but the reverberations of those simple kisses ran through her whole body.

She trembled and shook, her pussy crying out for more fucking, faster fucking, harder fucking. But Russ would not oblige her and his resistance made her nearly mad with lust.

"Hurry, fuck me!" she said, her words heavy with lust. "Russ, please... harder, ahhhhh!"

His body trembled, too, the pressure of holding back becoming too much. His prick was well-treated in her long pussy-tunnel and Russ longed to feel the muscles there tensing with the effort of some real fucking. So, bit by bit, his fuck-thrusts increased in pressure and speed, bringing both of the eager fuckers closer and closer to their boiling points.

"Yes, yes!" Pam mumbled, her words increasing in speed and intensity along with his fucking motions. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Gradually, his fucking pace really hit his stride, and Russ slammed into her again.

Pam writhed around underneath him, not just taking the fucking but taking it and making it better.

Together they rolled and rocked, their fucking parts in perfect harmony. Nectar from Pam's pussy flowed out around their fucking union and the hairy area of their crotches was soon wet with it. Sexy sloshing noises came from the wet mesh of their loins, and the two fuckers heated up from the erotic sounds.

Pam's tits were smashed almost fiat between their bodies, her nipples twisted and bruised as their fucking picked up tempo. Waves of lust sizzled down from her tits right to the point where Russ' prick lost itself in the tunnel of her cunt. She twisted her torso around a bit, increasing the satisfying friction of her tits and, so, the arousal level of her cunt.

Pam's pussy was awash with juices and very, very hot. She could feel the heat radiating outward, and Russ could certainly feel it on the inside. The combination of extreme heat and the waves of juices that rolled down around the shaft of his prick threatened to cook his cock right inside of her, bating it in its own juices.

"Mmmmm, honey," Russ said, curling back so he could take one of her tits in his mouth.

He stuck his tongue out and batted her nipple around, bending it back and letting it spring forward. The little red button of flesh was hard as a pebble.

"Oh Russ!" Pam gasped, the nerves in her tit going wild. "Ohhh, that's good!"

Russ gorged himself on her tit-meat, his prick still lounging in her quivering pussy. His thrusts were short now, just piercing the mouth of her cunt. But for Pam that was fine.

When he fucked her like that, his prick-head ran over and over the ultra-sensitive nerves that encircled her pussy-mouth. The combination of his mouth on her tits and his rigid prick-meat against her tender cunt-lips drove her to distraction.

"Oh! Ugmmmm! Oh! Oh!" she cried.

Russ slid one hand down to their fuck-parts. Then, while the tip of his prick just penetrated the ring of her cunt-lips, he turned his fingers loose on her clit.

"Yeahhhhh!" Pam screamed. "Ohhhhh! Ahhhhh!"

He barely touched her clit and her body arched up like a bridge. Automatically his prick went into her more deeply, filling her up while his fingers started to twist and pull and smash her sensitive little clit.

Russ held himself away from her, leaving her lots of room to breathe, but Pam would not have it. She fucked up at him, keeping his prick inside of her as much as she could. She pushed hard against his hand with her pelvis, crushing his fingers to her clit and then grinding them together.

Her motions were uncontrolled and frantic, and Russ' prick was mauled wonderfully because of them. Encouraging her, his fingers massaged the juicy mouth of her cunt-hole while his thumb thrust as far as it could reach up inside of her, sliding in alongside his thrusting cock.

"Oh my!" Pam panted, thrusting up wildly. "Ohhh!"

With his hand at her crotch, his prick inside her cunt, and his mouth still nibbling at her tit, Russ brought her to orgasm.

While her body shuddered and writhed, Russ kept up his sexy assault. His own lust was pounding for release, too, but for now his main concern was Pam's pleasure. He couldn't understand how she could be so hot when he knew she was getting lots of fucking from Scott. Either his brother was doing even a worse job than he had suspected or Pam was the hottest woman he had ever run across.

Convulsions made her scream and cry, her noises ungodly and strange. Russ flashed back on the night before and the odd sounds he and Barb had heard coming from Pam's and Scott's room. Now he knew what they had been. She was incredibly hot!

Pam saw swirls of light in the darkness behind her closed eyelids and then she began to come back to her senses. Slowly she remembered where she was and whose prick was still pumping in and out of her cunt. Just as it had right after her last orgasm, the urge to jump up and run away was strong. But this time she knew she couldn't do that to Russ. She'd started fucking him and she had to finish fucking him.

She pulled herself together and set her mind to making him cream. She thrust up with her hips in a more regular rhythm now and immediately she heard Russ respond to that. His panting breath grew hotter as he left her tits alone and nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck.

Now Russ was the one who was attended to. Pam's pussy still danced with little shivers of orgasm, but she didn't concentrate on them. She threw herself into fucking Russ completely, wanting to bring him the same kind of wonderful pleasure he had just brought her.

"Come for me," she panted, jamming her pussy up and around his prick. "Give me all you've got, Russ! Come in me, I want to feel it!"

Russ moaned, her words making him very hot indeed. His prick felt scalded by the interior of her pussy and he could hardly keep up with her hard, fucking motions. But he didn't have to keep up. He didn't have to do anything at all because Pam was doing it all and doing it very well.

"Christ, Pam, that's, ahhh, shit!"

Pam grinned as she felt his jizz flow into her pussy. She felt all warm and soft inside as he turned the interior of her cunt into a sticky cavern of flowing white.

Russ grimaced instead. His climax was so good it almost hurt. His prick drew back and then shot forward, spraying out its load with a force that he could feel throughout his entire body. He grunted out his pleasure and was just about to lean down and give Pam a big, wet kiss of appreciation when there was a shout from the doorway.

"Hot fuck!" Scott exclaimed, standing in the doorway, seeing his brother pumping between his wife's legs. "Am I too late? God, Pam, I'm sorry! Barb must have taken a shortcut. I wanted to get here and tell you myself, before she could, but now I see I didn't make it. What did she say? What did she tell you?" The two astonished fuckers had no idea what Scott was babbling about.

Pam was so frightened at first that her husband had caught her with another man that she wanted to jump up and run and hide. But then her terror lessened and she began to hew what Scott had to say.

"What did she tell you, honey?" he asked again, his tone pleading and hurt. "Just don't leave me, Pam, I love you. Now, what did she say?"

Pam had no idea but Russ could at least guess. "She told us everything," he said sternly. "And Pam isn't going to take it, are you?"

Going along, Pam said. "I certainly am not!"

"Oh God, oh God!" Scott moaned. "What have I done?"

"Nothing that can't be fixed," said Russ, untangling himself from Pam. "Pam, honey, why don't you go get cleaned up? I wanna talk to my little brother alone. Then, when you're ready, I think we can work all this out."

Giving her a slap on the ass, he sent the confused woman off to the bathroom and then sat back to chat with Scott.

CHAPTER TEN

"Barb walked in on you and Beth, didn't she?" Russ asked, not beating around the bush.

Scott nodded. "And then she said she was coming here to tell Pam. I thought she'd be here already!"

"Don't you think Pam already knows? She's not blind or stupid. But she is hurt and that's why we got together. A woman needs some real tenderness and if she doesn't get it from you, she's gonna get it somewhere else."

"Yeah, I know. I've been a shit, everybody tells me that," Scott said, hanging his head. "But I just don't think I can fuck only one woman, not even Pam. It's just how I am."

Russ sat back on the big bed, still naked. "I know what you mean, I'm the same way. It must be in our blood. But still, you don't have to rub her nose in your affairs. Either tell her whit you're doing or be very careful that she never finds out."

"Which do you do?" Scott asked.

Russ hesitated. "I'm careful," he finally said. Scott laughed. "You're fuckin' my wife in your house and you call that careful? Ha!"

"Barb's not here, is she? She doesn't know, does she?"

"I don't like all that sneakin' around," Scott said. "Besides, the other night, after that thing with Beth, Pam about fucked me to death. I think it turns her on for me to fuck with other women. She was crazy!"

"So tell her," Russ said. "Come clean and tell her."

"Tell me what?" Pam said, standing in the doorway. She had put her dress back on and the edges of her hair were wet from her shower.

The brothers exchanged a strained look and then Scott spoke up.

"Russ thinks I should tell you when I fuck other women. He thinks I shouldn't try to fool you or lie to you. He thinks..."

"What do you think?" Pam interrupted.

Scott hesitated. "Well, I think I love you very much, but that one woman isn't enough for me. I want to be married to you and make you happy, but that's just the way it is for me. I hope we can work it out."

"What if it's the same way for me?" Pam asked, taking her dress back off. "What if I want to fuck around, too? What if what's good for the gander is good for the goose?"

She slid over to Russ, now as gloriously naked as before. She wiggled against him, her tits crushed against his chest, and gave him a wet kiss right in front of her husband's astonished face.

"I-I-I never thought of that before," Scott said, watching his brother and his wife embrace, "but I-I-I guess it's only fair."

"So it can all be out in the open now?" Pam asked, rubbing Russ' lengthening prick. "As long as we keep our affairs casual we don't have to keep them secret?"

Scott gulped. "Yeah," he said, his voice cracking, "I guess so."

"Oh I love you!" Pam sighed, changing partners and throwing herself into her husband's arms. "What a perfect honeymoon!"

While she hugged and kissed Scott to seal their new bargain, she motioned back for Russ to join in their embrace.

Over her shoulder the two brothers exchanged a look of agreement and the three of them tumbled together across the big bed.

Together the two men licked and sucked on her wobbling tits. Pam ran her fingers through their hair, thinking how similar it was. She crushed their slurping mouths against her tit mounds, filling them with her ample tit-meat and lolling around happily beneath their double attention.

Scott reached down between her legs and fingered her juicy cunt. Her shower had washed away every trace of Russ' jizz and now her husband found her pussy as clean and delightful as ever. Scott soon found himself face to face with her pink, flowering pussy-hole.

"Ohhh," Pam sighed as she felt her husband's hot breath and then soft tongue rubbing against her cunt-hole. "Ohhhh, that's so nice!"

Scott licked and lapped around her pussy mouth, slowly turning her on. His tongue was soft and tender, touching her in all the right ways. Her cunt simmered and the muscles in her belly tensed as he tongue-fucked her.

While Scott went to work on her lower body, Russ kept his ministrations above her waist. One hand slipped back and forth between her pointed tits and his mouth covered her face with a barrage of kisses.

Pam moaned into Russ' mouth because of all the wonderful things his brother was doing on down in the furry hole of her pussy.

"I'm gonna come!" Pam cried out, turning her face away from Russ' suddenly. "Oh honey! Ohhhh!"

Both men felt her magnificent body tighten and then thrust up and outward in a series of earth-shaking convulsions. Russ covered her mouth with his and his tongue probed almost as deep inside of her as Scott's.

Scott drilled his tongue up into her pussy, wiggling it around inside of her and bringing her off with all his might. He loved her very much. Now he wanted to show her, too, and making her cum and cum and cum seemed one of the best ways possible. His hands clamped down on her inner thighs, holding her cunt open, his thumbs caressing the outer lips of her quivering pussy while his mouth kept circling her cunt.

Russ rocked with her, her torso heaving and panting. Her teeth tried to clamp down on his tongue and his hands pulled and twisted her nipples madly. They struggled together, the three of them, all straining together for Pam's benefit.

By this time, Scott's prick had had plenty of time to recover from the ass-fucking he had been giving Beth and grow into another incredible hard-on. Feeling his wife coming so good made his prick ache with need and so, while Pam was still fluttering with orgasm, he worked his way back up her body and stuffed his prick up inside of her sensitive pussy.

"Yes, sweetheart, fuck me," Pam sighed, her mind a haze of lust. "God, I love you, Scott, now fuck me!"

Scott still held himself to one side to leave room for Russ. The older brother kept up his kisses, his tongue working in and out of Pam's mouth and cutting off her words.

Scott's prick filled her with joy. She liked the way his prick felt inside of her, it was big and fat and good. But she also liked knowing that there would be no more days like this one. She was sure now that Scott would never leave her sitting at home crying, wondering who he was sticking it to instead of her. Maybe they could find another couple for parties, she thought. Then she would not only know who her husband was fucking but she could watch as well!

That idea excited her. She'd do whatever it took to make things work out. And now she had the right to fuck around, but it was definitely the best of all worlds.

Pam humped her crotch up and down, helping him to fuck her good and deep. She breathed through her nose, her mouth covered over with Russ'. Her tongue dueled with him, making her excitement grow by leaps and bounds.

She reached down Scott's body and gripped the humping cheeks of his ass. She pulled on them, forcing his prick to slam deeper into her cunt-tunnel. She rolled his ass round, twisting his prick in the confines of her eager little pussy. His prick-knob ground against the walls of her cunt, touching ultra-sensitive nerves and making her fly with lust.

"Ooooweee!" she cheered, her lips smacking off of Russ'. "This is great! It's incredible!"

"I'll say it is," came a voice from the doorway. "Fuckin' incredible!"

The angry tone made the three fuckers jump. They turned their guilty faces toward the doorway and saw Barb and Beth. Beth looked thrilled by what she saw. Barb looked ready to kill.

"Jesus Christ! Doesn't anybody believe in being faithful around here? Is everybody I know fucking around?"

She whirled around to leave, but a chorus of voices stopped her.

"Wait!" they all called. "Wait!"

"What for?" she spat. "I'm sick of this. First Scott and now my own husband. You are all disgusting!"

"Barb, wait," said Pam, pulling away from the men and taking hold of the other woman's arm. "I owe you a favor. You brought my husband back to me and now our marriage is stronger than ever. I want to thank you by..."

"Fucking my husband? That's the kind of thanks you want to give me?"

"No," Pam said, "just listen. You probably knew that Russ wasn't faithful to you, just like I knew that Scott wasn't faithful to me. I know how much that hurts, but the worst part about it is the lying. So today, when Scott came here, when you chased him here, we decided there would be no more lying. If we wanted to fuck with other people, that was okay, so long as the other one knows and the affair doesn't threaten the marriage. That way it's all equal and no one feels cheated on or stupid."

"The whole idea is stupid!" Barb exclaimed. "Not at all!" Pam said, even more emphatically. "Think about it. If Russ is gonna mess around anyway, wouldn't you like to at least know with whom? Then you aren't left in the dark, everything is out in the open. Don't you see how much better it is?"

"And if I wanted a little action on the side, he'd have to accept it, too?" Barb challenged.

"Exactly," Russ said, speaking up for the first time. "We have equal rights."

"Okay," said Barb, quickly disrobing, "I wanna fuck Scott right now!"

Russ and Pam looked at each other, but they knew there was nothing they could do as the naked Barb dove on Scott. He opened his arms and welcomed her into his embrace, his slippery hard-on spreading his wife's pussy-juices all over Barb's ass.

"Sure you won't mind?" Barb asked, looking from Pam to Russ as she slipped down to suck Scott's prick. "Hey, you're right. This is fun!"

She opened her mouth and sucked in his rigid prick. She got the taste of cunt-juice, but she didn't care. Her checks puckered inward and she moaned purposefully loud, wanting the others to be tested on their new little game. Almost surprised when no one stopped her, Barb soon forgot that she was performing for the others and started giving Scott a blowjob for her own sake. She drank down his oozing juices and ran her tongue around the helmeted head of his dripping prick.

"Yeah! Go for it!" Scott cheered. "Go Barb, go!"

Watching the blowjob, Russ and Pam soon looked up at each other. They shared the same kind of strange expression, and, when Russ held out one hand to Pam, she knew she had no choice but to take it. They rolled together, hugging away their anxiety as their spouses fucked each other like crazy. Then Russ rolled them over so that Pam was on top and she sat up, wiggling her juicing pussy-trench all along his prick.

"Put it in," she said, looking over at her husband and the ecstatic expression Barb's blowjob had put on his face. "Put it in and fuck me!"

Russ obliged and his prick was quickly sucked right into the tender meat of her cunt-hole. Both the fuckers sighed, soon all but forgetting about the orgy going on around them and losing themselves in the wonderful sensations of their own fucking.

His prick filled up her cunt and made her feel like nothing Scott could do would ever hurt her again. She knew it would take some time for her to really get used to their agreement, but with Russ fucking into her, it certainly made it easier. She lifted herself up and then pushed herself back down, making his prick fuck straight on up into her. She shifted her hips around, stirring his prick inside of her and making it touch every corner of her eager cunt.

Russ sighed and reached up to take hold of her tits. She leaned forward against his hands, filling them with her creamy tit-meat. He could feel her heart pounding behind her one soft tit and realized that its racing beat matched perfectly the pounding of his own ticker.

He thrust up, filling her cunt with his cockmeat. Her pussy clamped around his prick nicely, her juices running down the length of his prick and drooling into his cock-hairs. He closed his eyes and kept on humping, pushing his cockshaft through the glorious ring of Pam's tender pussy. Then, all of a sudden, Russ felt a strange tickling at his lips and his mouth was covered by the sweet taste and feel of cunt. His eyes snapped open and he looked up Beth's little body to her smiling face.

"I was gonna wait until I got invited, but I couldn't stand it," she said, grinding her pussy down over his mouth. "I hope you don't mind."

Russ thrust his tongue up inside her pussy, fucking her for an answer.

Then Beth looked across his splendid body to where Pam sat.

"Sorry about the other night," she said. "It was pretty selfish of me to fuck your husband on your honeymoon. I hope you can forgive me."

Pam leaned forward, changing the fucking angle of Russ' prick, and hugged the little blonde.

"No hard feelings," she said. "I know he's irresistible."

Scott looked over from his reclining position and saw Pam and Beth hugging. The sight made his prick leap in Barb's mouth. He wondered if his wife would ever go for some three-way with another woman where the two girls went after each other. It made his balls ache just to think of it. Pam with, another woman! It was too hot!

"Ohhhh!" he cried out, his balls bursting, sending out a wave of cum-juice that slammed against the back of Barb's sucking mouth. "Ohhhhh!"

Pam knew what that sound meant and she looked over at her husband to see the pained look of orgasm that crossed it. For an instant she was very jealous again. She wished that she had her lips wrapped around Scott's prick, taking down his delicious juices. She licked her lips automatically, tasting his cum-cream as if it really were there in her mouth. But then a sharp thrust of Russ' prick reminded her that she had nothing to covet. She had a cock to fuck, too, if it didn't belong to Scott.

"Yeah, fuck me, Russ!" she said, making sure her husband heard her. "Ohhhh, that feels so good!"

And it did feel good, too, she made sure of that. She twisted her ass around and plopped herself down hard around the base of Russ' upthrusting prick-shaft. His prick-tip beat against the end of her cunt-tunnel and she sighed with lust. The harder she fucked down against him, the better she liked it. Time and again she let her full weight drop down, drilling his prick as far up inside of her as was physically possible.

Russ moaned too. Pam was giving his prick a workout like it seldom enjoyed. And, with Beth's sweet, young cunt-juices rolling down his throat, he was completely taken over by women. He tried to fuck both of them, but it was difficult to coordinate the various motions. So he stuck his tongue and his prick up and let the girls do their thing to him.

Beth danced on his licking tongue, making it touch her in all the right places. She slipped her cunt up and down, his tongue licking her from clit to asshole and back. Her little body quivered and she pulled and twisted her own nipples, increasing her excitement and making herself wail with lust.

"Oh! Ohhhh!" she moaned, pitching forward and shuddering with climax. "Ohhhh!"

Russ munched and sucked on her convulsing pussy, gulping down her juices. While he got her off with his mouth, he still tried to work with Pam, keeping up with her fucking motions around his prick. Beth cried out and then, spent, tumbled off his face to watch.

Just the two of them left, Pam and Russ slammed their fuck-parts together, the end of their fuck near.

Pam reached down and clawed her clit, giving herself the kind of direct stimulation that always led to a good cum. Immediately she felt her insides leap and she looked down into Russ' glazed eyes.

"This is it! Here we go!"

Scott had to hold himself back as he saw his brother and wife coming together, Russ let his prick fly into Pam's pussy as he felt the first flutters of her orgasm. Back and forth they tossed the ball of lust, sharing its wonder and bouncing it from one set of sizzling fuck-parts to the other. Cream was swished around and passed from one body to the other, with Russ' cock bouncing in a great puddle of it inside of Pam's juicy cunt.

Pam soared and sighed, her mind and body free at last. As she came, she looked over at Scott and saw the concern on his face. She knew then that he loved her and that she, at least, would probably not have to test out her side of their agreement. He was all the man she needed, all the cock she wanted. There would be no one else for her and even if he didn't feel the same way, she knew they could work things out. It would be worth it.

"Oh honey," she sighed, weak with orgasm. "I love you."

She fell off of Russ' tender prick and embraced her husband.

Barb crawled out of the way and went to Russ, both couples holding each other lovingly.

Watching them made Beth lonely for someone of her own and she gathered up her clothes and left. There was no place for her here in this double honeymoon.

THE END

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