1 comments/ 33606 views/ 2 favorites Playmates Ch. 1 By: Bob Peale Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Additional stories can be found at www.literotica.com. Just go to the Stories section, select Indexed By Author, and look for Bob Peale. While you're at it, check out some of the other great stories posted by other authors! Please address all feedback, inquiries, marriage proposals, etc. to the author at mischief1@bigfoot.com. I've established a newsletter to send out notifications when I've submitted new stories to the site. If you'd like to be notified, go to http://bob_peale.listbot.com/ and sign up. Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product. ******* Vicky had seen the woman and her children at the playground off and on for about six months. Physically, the children were unremarkable; olive skinned, possibly Italian or Greek, with jet-black curls, soft features, and slightly skinny. At first glance, Vicky thought the girls might be twins, but over time it was apparent that one of them was definitely older than the other. The noteworthy thing about them was their demeanor; they were truly, genuinely happy. Every time Vicky saw them, they were laughing and running with abandon, the sound of their merriment serving as both a guide and a basis for the other children. Inevitably, Vicky's son Terry befriended the bubbly sprites. After that, whenever the he saw the girls at the playground, he made a beeline for them. Vicky soon learned that the girls were named Tanya and Angela, and thus in the lexicon of the playground, the other woman was dubbed "Tanya and Angela's Mommy". One morning near lunchtime Vicky looked up from her book to check on her son and was greeted by the waif-like eyes of Terry, Tanya, and Angela. "Mom, can Tanya and Angela come back to our house for lunch?" he asked hopefully, as only a child with none of the social restrictions imposed on grownups can ask. He was at that age where he didn't understand what was and was not appropriate to talk about in front of other people. This required Vicky to finesse her way out of more uncomfortable situations than she would ever have imagined. "Well, sweetheart, I don't know," Vicky answered thoughtfully. "Is it alright with Tanya and Angela's Mommy?" The children all nodded enthusiastically. "Have you asked her?" she asked suspiciously. Suddenly the ants at their feet required the careful examination of all three children. They cast their eyes downward and studied the ground while Vicky let a small smile spill across her lips. Her victory was short lived. "Mommy, why don't you ask her," Terry insisted, grabbing Vicky's hand and pulling her to her feet. She allowed herself to be led over to the girls' mother. The woman smiled sympathetically. "Go ahead Mommy, ask her," Terry demanded, pushing Vicky forward. Vicky pulled her hand free and extended it toward the woman. "Hi, I'm Vicky Montgomery," she said pleasantly. "Nice to meet you, Vicky. I'm Claire Rossa," the woman said, taking the proffered hand. "Mommy, ask her!" Terry pleaded. Vicky scowled. "Claire, apparently, the children have decided that it would be an absolutely 'marvelous' idea to lunch at our house today." Claire laughed; it was as infectious as her daughters', and Vicky found herself joining in despite her discomfort. She guessed that Claire was in her mid to late thirties, well preserved but with the normal lines and wrinkles that come with parenthood. Vicky looked at the three children. Their faces were alight with anticipation; this wasn't going to be a bloodless battle. "I'm thinking that if we veto it, we'll both probably have a long day ahead of us," she offered. "Well then, it looks like lunch is at your house today," Claire winked. Despite the impetus, Vicky really enjoyed the lunch. She learned that Tanya was the same age as Terry (four), and that Angela was just over two. Claire's husband Alan owned a gas station, and the Roccas had moved into the neighborhood just after Angela was born. At one time, Claire had been a bookkeeper for a local furniture chain, but she'd stopped working after the birth of her second child. "I never got used to the thought of being one of those pampered little suburban women that you always saw on television. It's taken some getting used to." Vicky laughed a little self-consciously. Her father was a suit, the Executive Vice President and Chief Operating Officer for a large regional bank. Vicky had grown up thinking that all women stayed home, spending their days at the club, or lunch, or something else light and noncommittal. Despite having a college degree, she'd never really expected to work for the rest of her life, and her parents SURELY did not intend for her to do so. As soon as she'd shown real interest in her husband Lance her father hired him, making him a manager and personally shepherding him up the corporate ladder until he'd joined the ranks of Assistant Vice President at the bank, an event that suspiciously coincided almost exactly to the announcement that Vicky was pregnant. "Oh, I'm so sorry," Claire said. "I have a habit of speaking sometimes before I think." "Please, don't worry about it," Vicky said graciously. At the end of the meal the two women exchanged telephone numbers and addresses, promising to keep in touch. Over the next two months they spent several days a week together, taking the children on outings, making play dates, running errands. As the weather got nicer, they began alternating packing a picnic lunch so that the kids could play together as long as they liked before naptime. "Hey Vicky," Claire said one day as they were packing up and getting ready to leave the playground. "Why don't we get together at my house tomorrow? Alan brought home a little wading pool for the kids this weekend, and it might be a nice alternative to sweating our buns off out here." "That sounds like fun. What time should we come over?" "Whenever you get up and get yourself together. We'll make a morning out of it" The next day, the Montgomerys pulled into the Roccas' driveway at 9:30am. Terry was so excited that Vicky was sure he would have jumped out of the van while it was still moving if the child locks hadn't been engaged. He loved the bathtub, and had a ball whenever they went down to the shore, so the combination of swimming and going to his best friends' house had him in an absolute frenzy. He hadn't even let her put a shirt on him, insisting that it would just waste time. The Roccas lived in the newest section of the community, where the houses were about ten years younger but they were also quite a bit smaller. For instance, this house was a split-level model with a one-car garage, where the Montgomerys' house was a colonial model with four bedrooms and a two-car garage. Claire met them at the door wrapped in a big fluffy robe. "Hey there," she greeted them, bending over to tousle Terry's white blonde hair. "Are you ready to get all nice and wet?" she asked playfully. This was actually the first time they'd been to the house, so of course Vicky gave it a quick once over as they made their way through. As they passed the kitchen and went down into the family room, she noticed that the carpet was a little threadbare and the furniture was well worn. It wasn't decrepit, but the Rossas weren't living the high life either. "Your home is lovely," she felt compelled to say as they walked through the sliding glass doors out into the backyard. A path about fifteen feet long led to a detached raised wooden platform. Off on the far side was a large inflatable pool, eight feet long, four feet wide, and two feet high with a hose draped over the side slowly dribbling water into it. At the opposite end were two comfortable looking nylon strung lounge chairs with a small table between them and a frosted picture of something that looked like lemonade. "Take a seat and make yourself comfortable while I get the girls," Claire said, gesturing toward the chairs. Vicky dropped her bag next to one and plopped down, motioning Terry over to her. Amidst his strident protests she covered him with an appropriate amount of waterproof sunscreen to keep him from frying. As she was finishing up the girls came bounding out of the house. "Let's go Terry!" they called and rushed the pool. In a matter of minutes, they were a collection of flailing arms and splashes. Claire chuckled. "So much for restraint. Make yourself comfortable." Vicky stood up and removed her top and shorts. She'd unconsciously put on a green one piece that accented her eyes perfectly. To say that she was striking was an understatement, even in the guise of a frumpy housewife. Tall with blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, Vicky had been blessed with a chest that made most men drool and most women envious. A "D" cup since she was fourteen, the older she got, the fuller her tits grew, until they looked like oversized softballs screwed onto her slim frame. Her stomach was flat but not muscled, more the result of genetics than hard work, and her legs were long and supple. As she sat down and stretched out she looked more like a pin-up girl from the 50's then a suburban mom. Claire smiled approvingly and opened her robe, and Vicky stared at her, shocked. Claire's two-piece (piece being seriously open to interpretation) was a shimmering blue that set off her tan wonderfully. The bottom part was a thong, composed of a pouch that strained to cover only the briefest portion of her crotch, with straps no thicker than a shoelace. Clearly she'd had to shave her pubic area, because otherwise pubic hair would have overpowered the tiny little piece of fabric. The top looked a lot like the bottom, the two small pouches covering her nipples approximately the same size as the one between her legs, and just as tightly stretched. Claire was a small woman, both in height as well as girth, with an ass that would neatly fit in the palms of an average sized man, a waist that tapered severely above her hips, and small, plum sized breasts. However, if the police picked her up at this very moment, there would be no reason to frisk her, because there was nowhere that she could possibly hide anything. "I figured since we were out back, I might as well be comfortable," she said, meeting Vicky's gaze. "I didn't think Terry was old enough for the suit to be a problem; I hope that's alright." In truth, Vicky doubted that Terry was even aware. She still took a bath with him, and she wasn't yet at the point where she covered up around him. Her reaction stemmed more from the raw sexuality that Claire exuded. Where Vicky looked like a poster model, Claire looked like a porn star. Vicky filled the glasses on the table from the pitcher and handed one to Claire. "Mmmmm, that feels great," Claire sighed, rubbing the glass down her neck and over her breastbone. Vicky's mouth dropped open. Claire blushed. "Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that I'm so hot." Vicky snickered at the double entendre, sitting back and closing her eyes. To Be Continued... Playmates Ch. 2 Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Additional stories can be found at www.literotica.com. Just go to the Stories section, select Indexed By Author, and look for Bob Peale. While you're at it, check out some of the other great stories posted by other authors! Please address all feedback, inquiries, marriage proposals, etc. to the author at mischief1@bigfoot.com. I've established a newsletter to send out notifications when I've submitted new stories to the site. If you'd like to be notified, go to http://bob_peale.listbot.com/ and sign up. Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product. ******* "Vicky, can I ask you something personal?" Claire asked after a few moments of silence. "Sure," Vicky murmured sleepily. "Do you and Lance still have sex a lot?" The question surprised her. She hadn't talked about sex with another woman since college. "No, not really," she said honestly. Claire sighed, relieved. "So it's not just us." "Lance is getting more and more wrapped up in his career. He's determined to prove to my father that he's 'worthy'," Vicky said wistfully. "Alan and I used to do it all the time, anywhere," Claire said frankly. "Then, I was sick for a few weeks, and somehow the medicine I was taking neutralized the pill, and out popped Angela. Now, the only time I get laid is when he's absolutely positive that I can't get pregnant. Which isn't very often." Vicky thought back to what it used to be like. Lance had a great cock, a real long one. When they first started having sex, she'd cum before he was all the way in. Even if he'd been a total asshole, which he wasn't, she'd have married him just to be able to fuck him regularly. The memory made her a little moist. She opened her eyes and looked for her glass. Claire was looking at her, a grin on her face. "What?" she asked sheepishly. "You were smiling. What were you thinking about?" "Nothing," she said reddening. "Yes you were. You were thinking about sex!" "Keep your voice down!" she whispered, looking over at the pool. "They'll hear you." Claire laughed and sat back. "I hate the heat sometimes, especially when I'm horny. I start to sweat, and it tickles my chest. Then my legs get slick and I start to get a little wet. The heat makes it worse, and soon it's all I can do to keep from touching myself." Vicky's eyes widened at her friends confession. "Oh, come on now! You 'help things out' sometimes, don't you?" Vicky's face turned redder. "I don't know what you mean." "What do you use, a vibrator? Or a plain old dildo? Or just your finger?" Claire seemed intensely interested. "Oh God Claire, this is so embarrassing!" "Oh come on, it's just us!" "I could never use anything. Most times, I just rub myself until I relax." "Do you cum?" Claire asked eagerly. "Sometimes," Vicky said quietly. "But not often. It still feels good." "That sucks. I hate being horny." The two women lay back in their chairs, alone with their thoughts as they sipped their drinks. Vicky's mind was wandered, thoughts of sex and Lance and his cock pushing everything else out of her head. She felt a tiny itch, more like a buzz between her legs, a sure sign that she was excited, and cursed Claire for starting this train of thought. At 11:30, Claire stood up and walked over to the pool, bending over to play with the children. She spread her legs as she leaned over, and Vicky could see the material of the thong bite into the puffiness of her labia, a few short black hairs spilling out on each side. A warm flush ran through her body as she stared at the other woman's sex, the material stretching provocatively between her legs, the dampness apparent. Maybe it was the heat, but her breath caught in her throat as watched the erotic display in front of her. Breaking the trance, she stood and walked over to the pool, helping Terry out and toweling him off. Inside, the children struggled to stay awake between bites, until Claire finally insisted that they all go up to Tanya's room and take a nap. "Oh, we couldn't," Vicky began. "Nonsense," Claire interrupted. "There are two beds in there and the girls usually sleep in the same bed anyway. If you try to take him home, he'll probably fall asleep in the car and wake up when you get home, and you will have missed your opportunity." Vicky offered up a few more halfhearted protests, but she knew Claire was right. After the kids were upstairs and in bed, Claire went over to the fridge and pulled out some sandwiches and a couple of beers and started toward the family room. "Come on, we can eat our lunch on the deck; we have a monitor out there." Back on the lounges, the two women ate and talked some more. The conversation was a little stilted, as both women tried to avoid the topic of sex. Suddenly, Claire stood up. "Hang out a sec," She said, dashing into the house. She returned holding a towel. "I've been reading this book on relaxation, and it has a few chapters on massage. Let me put this under you and we'll try it out." Vicky stood up so that Claire could spread the towel out on the chair, and then lay down on her stomach. Straddling Vicky's back, Claire began kneading and squeezing her neck, working out the tension and the tightness. A soft moan let her know she was doing a good job. "Pull your suit down to your waist. I can work the kinks out better." Vicky did and Claire made her way down to her back, poking and prodding her shoulder blades until she purred with contentment. With an expert touch she glided over Vicky's waist, her crotch rubbing warmly against the back of her thighs. Grabbing an ass cheek with each hand, Claire squeezed tightly, running her fingers along the seam in the crack of her ass. Vicky stiffened momentarily then relaxed again, but said nothing. Claire continued down Vicky's leg until she reached her ankles, where she gently massaged the curve of her instep, causing another soft moan to bubble out. Vicky's head was spinning. She could tell Claire was aroused, could smell it as sure as she could smell her self, and she wanted to be repulsed but couldn't manage the emotion. Claire wasn't coming on to her, at least not overtly, and Vicky was not the kind of woman who went after other girls, but she couldn't deny that she was dripping wet either. Her nipples scraped painfully against the rough cotton of the towel and she shifted slightly, trying to relieve some of the pressure. "How do you feel?" Claire asked thickly. "It feels great. That's a really good technique." "Then you'll really like part two. Turn over." Vicky flipped onto her back but kept her eyes closed. She was embarrassed being exposed in front of this woman, but her nipples also jutted out, swollen and angry, giving away just how turned on she was. Claire straddled her waist again, letting her wet crotch rest on Vicky's stomach. The heat and the moistness startled her, and Vicky inhaled sharply. She arched her back as the light breeze played havoc with her inflamed tips. Teasingly, Claire traced circles with both hands, starting at the nipple, and increasing the circumference with each revolution. Vicky's chest rose and fell rapidly as she got more excited, and her nipples grew darker and thicker. She was shaking slightly, and sweating hard as Claire slid down her legs, letting her crotch rub against Vicky's. This time, Vicky actually squealed as Claire grabbed her hips, using his thumbs to manipulate the muscles. Shifting her attention to Vicky's thighs, she gradually worked her hands between her legs, taking care to avoid her crotch. Vicky tried to press against Claire's hands, but was unable to make contact. The crotch of Vicky's swimsuit was stained dark green from leaking, and she was licking her lips very fast, like she couldn't get them moist enough. Claire was pretty wet herself, and her nipples poked angrily through the skimpy material of her bathing suit. She continued to move down Vicky's legs, reaching her feet and taking the time to massage each toe. When she started on the middle toe of the second foot, Vicky bucked violently and let out a sharp cry, balling up her fists and pounding the chair; she was actually cumming without being sucked or fucked. Amazing! Claire stood and waited for Vicky to settle down. When it was over, Vicky lay there spent, arms dangling at her side, breast heaving from exhaustion. She opened her eyes tentatively and looked up at Claire. What had just happened? She could barely catch her breath, and just thinking about what happened made her nipples throb longingly. Without saying a word, Claire walked back into the house. When she returned, she was wearing a large sloppy T-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts. Vicky quickly pulled up her top and covered her breasts. She smelled like a whore. "Are the kids up?" she asked lamely, grasping for a safe subject, trying to avoid talking about what just happened. "I think I heard them stir. It's almost 4:00." Vicky bolted up. "I have to get home and start dinner." She scooped her stuff up and ran into the house calling out a quick goodbye. She barely got cleaned up and dinner ready before Lance got home. She was still on fire from the afternoon, and tried desperately to relieve it when they climbed into bed. As usual, Lance waved her off, claiming an early meeting. Frustrated, she got out of bed and went downstairs to the family room, looking for something on television to help her calm down. As luck would have it she stumbled across a softcore movie, one that happened to show two women embracing. Her mind drifted back to earlier that afternoon and unconsciously her hand moved between her legs. She rubbed herself through her panties until she couldn't stand it anymore and pulled them off. She pushed back the hood covering her clit as the action on the screen heated up. She imagined that the women on screen were her and Claire and she felt her clit stiffen, allowing her to catch it between her fingers. She pulled on it, sending spikes of pleasure shooting through her groin, as she spread her legs apart wide and inserted a finger. She fucked her own finger, jamming it in while she teased her clit, the television flashing images of simulated sex between the two women. She reached climax at the same time the actresses did, her body shaking as she came for the second time that day. She held her jaw clenched to keep from screaming, afraid of waking Lance and Terry, as every nerve in her body ignited. When it was all over she lay on the floor in front of the sofa, an infomercial now playing in place of the movie. She made her way upstairs and crawled into bed, more relaxed than she'd been in year. The next morning she never even heard Lance get up or kiss her on his way out. In fact, it was Terry tugging on her arm because he was hungry that finally roused her. To Be Continued... Playmates Ch. 3 Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Additional stories can be found at www.literotica.com. Just go to the Stories section, select Indexed By Author, and look for Bob Peale. While you're at it, check out some of the other great stories posted by other authors! Please address all feedback, inquiries, marriage proposals, etc. to the author at mischief1@bigfoot.com. I've established a newsletter to send out notifications when I've submitted new stories to the site. If you'd like to be notified, go to http://bob_peale.listbot.com/ and sign up. Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product. ******* It was almost two weeks before Vicky saw the Rossas again. Her calls went unreturned, and they didn't show up at the playground. Memories of the day in the backyard came more frequently, until Vicky was masturbating a couple of times a day, in the shower, in the middle of night, anywhere that she could sneak a feel. She worried that Claire was avoiding her after the incident, embarrassed about the line that they had crossed (although technically, nothing happened) and she found herself sinking into a funk. The "massage" aside, she liked Claire's company, and hoped that their relationship hadn't been irreparably damaged by a few hours of highly charged, but ultimately harmless, fun. Even Lance, who was typically oblivious to her moods, noticed the change. Not that she got any more action from him; that would be asking WAY too much. But at least he offered to take Terry on Saturday so that she could have some time to herself to "recharge". One Thursday morning the telephone rang as they were leaving to go to the playground. On an impulse she answered it instead of letting the machine get it. She was rewarded with the sound of Claire's voice at the other end. "Where have you been?" Vicky admonished. "Oh, we had to fly west to see Alan's parents. His dad had surgery and his mom was a wreck. As the oldest, he was expected to be at his parents' side to help weather the storm." Claire said. "We were just on our way to the playground," Vicky offered after a moment of awkward silence, trying to sound nonchalant. Claire agreed to meet them there and the two women hung up. It was all Vicky could do to keep from speeding. She was finally going to see Claire! At the playground, the two women embraced like long lost sisters. As the children played, they got caught up on each other's lives. Vicky confided that she'd been irritable lately, but avoided discussing the reason why. "Lance finally got so worried that he offered to take Terry this weekend to give me some time off." "That sounds great! I know; why don't we make it a ladies' day? You know, make the men take the kids while we go to the movies, get our hair done, maybe eat somewhere that doesn't have a kiddie menus." "Hmm, that sounds like fun," Vicky admitted, secretly thrilled at the thought of Claire joining here. "Hang on," Claire said, pulling a cel phone from her purse and punching a series of numbers. "Honey, it's me. I'm sitting here with Vicky Montgomery, and we've decided that we deserve a break." She paused. "Bullshit, let's talk about California; they weren't MY parents. Lance has offered to take Terry; you two need to talk tonight and work out the details, maybe split duties; somebody entertains them, the other one feeds them." She listened again. "Look, I don't want to get in the middle of organizing my day off. He'll call you tonight." Pause. "Thank you sweetheart," she said syrupy sweet and disconnected. "All set!" she smiled triumphantly. "They'll kiss our feet after a day with the monsters," she said giggling. That evening, Lance and Alan worked out the specifics, and the date was set. Alan would come by at 9:00am Saturday and pick up Terry. He'd drop all three children off at Vicky's parents house at 4:00pm, where Lance would pick them up after he finished a round of golf with Vicky's father, take them to dinner, and have the Rossa children home in time for bed. Saturday the doorbell rang promptly at 9:00am. Alan Rossa was about the same height as Claire, 5'4" or 5'5", with sandy brown hair, dark brown eyes, and very fair skin still showing evidence of a pretty bad sunburn. His hands were thick and stubby, with the dirty fingernails that plague most men that work with their hands for a living. He looked uncomfortable in the polo shirt and slacks that Vicky was sure Claire had insisted he wear. She felt his eyes crawl over her, mentally groping, both flattering and embarrassing her at the same time. She stood 5'8" in her bare feet or flats, but dressed today for a day out she had on low heels that put her closer to 5'10". Her waist wasn't as thin as Claire's, but with her hips poured into the snug mini skirt and her breasts full and peeking out of the top of her blouse, even a blind man would have stared. Of course, it only helped matters that he was eye level with her cleavage. "So nice to finally meet you, Alan. Won't you come in?" she asked graciously. "Um, just for a second; the kids are in the car," he muttered, tearing his gaze away from her chest. Her husband met them in the foyer with his arm extended and Terry trailing behind him. "Ah, my partner in coercion. How're you doing? I'm Lance." "Al Rossa," he returned, shaking Lance's hand briskly. At 6'1", 185 pounds, Lance towered over Alan. He was as blonde as his wife with the classic rugged features people usually associate with premier bloodlines, even though Lance had grown up very much on the wrong side of the tracks. A local boy, when Vicky had first met him he was bouncing at nights to pay for classes at the local state college. As a matter of pride he'd maintained his build 15 years later, and most men his age felt slightly inadequate around him, even dressed as he was in jeans and a t-shirt. Alan was no exception. "Well, here's my little man," Lance said, scooting Terry forward. "I'll see you guys later." Without waiting for a response, he turned and went back to the family room. Vicky bent down to straighten Terry's shirt and Alan got a generous view of her of the tops of her breasts. "Now Terry, I want you to mind Mr. Rossa like he was me or Daddy. If I hear that you've been any trouble, you'll be on punishment for a week." "OK Mommy," the boy sang, stepping up on his tiptoes to kiss her on the cheek, then ran out the door toward the Rossas' minivan. "Thanks again Alan," Vicky said standing. "Claire and I really need this." "Any time," he called back as he followed Terry out. When Claire arrived twenty minutes later Vicky was upstairs, so Lance had to answer the door. Like his wife, Claire had decided to wear a mini skirt that ended just below her hips. She wasn't wearing stockings, and her legs glistened, already coated in a thin sheen of moisture from the early morning heat. Her legs were much shorter and thinner than Vicky's, but the heels she wore made them bulge muscularly even when she just stood still. Her curly black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she had on dark glasses that made her look even more exotic than normal. Clearly not as well endowed as Vicky, Claire had done the best with what she had. To accent her black mini skirt she'd chosen a silvery tank blouse that looked solid when she stood still but was totally see-through when she was in motion and the light hit her just right. With no bra, her dark brown nipples burned through the material, drawing all attention to the small round points. She looked up at him and smiled. He backed up to let her enter. As she passed, she couldn't help noticing the lump forming along the leg of his jeans. So he wasn't dead after all, just hibernating. "Wow Claire, you look great." Vicky complimented as she came down the stairs and brushed past Lance without even so much as a goodbye. In town, they started off with a facial and a manicure at a spa Vicky hadn't even known was there, and then decided at the last minute to forego the matinee for an early lunch at little place with exotic sounding food and a menu written on a chalkboard. They split a bottle of wine between them and tried not to notice the appreciative glances they were getting. After lunch, Claire suggested they go back to the house and watch videos rather than deal with the hassles of the movie theatre. At the Rossas', Vicky ducked in the bathroom while Claire rummaged around for a few videotapes and another bottle of wine. Alcohol made her very sensitive, and her pantyhose were driving her crazy. She dropped them, along with her shoes, in a pile in the corner and took a seat on the sofa in the family room in front of the big screen television. Claire popped a tape in the VCR and joined her. "I couldn't find any clean glasses, but we can drink out of the bottle if that's ok." "Fine with me," Vicky giggled. They watched a rerun of a popular drama that Vicky had already seen but enjoyed nonetheless. As their buzz got stronger, they started making fun of the characters, and then started making up bizarre sexual pairings and situations that they'd like to see acted out. They continued to sip on the wine as they laughed, a perfect end to a perfect day. Vicky knew she'd probably have one helluva hangover tomorrow, but it was well worth it. As the credits rolled, Vicky picked up the remote to stop the tape, but Claire put a restraining hand on her arm. The screen filled briefly with static, and was then filled with a tan background. Vicky's eyes widened as she realized that it was Claire's thigh, a fact that became evident as the small wispy patch of black pubic hair came into view. "We put it on the same tape as something normal to keep someone from 'accidentally' stumbling across it," Claire said simply. The camera continued to move back until Claire's entire body was displayed across the screen. One of her hands was rubbing feverishly between her legs while the other held on to a thick pale cock belonging to someone standing just out of range of the camera. "Al and I made this tape earlier this week. I thought you might get a rush out of them, especially since you played such a big part." "Me?" Vicky asked, swallowing hard. "Yes, you. I told him about the massage and he couldn't keep his hands off of me. I thought he was going to cum before I could even finish telling the story." Vicky stared transfixed at the screen. No wonder Alan leered at her this morning. He was trying to imagine her naked and sprawled on his lounge chair! She'd never seen ANYONE she knew having sex before, and she was surprised to find out how much of a turn on it was. Claire was very vocal; Vicky was dripping just listening to her as the action unfolded. She could tell that Claire was excited also. Their smells mixed in the air like simmering pots, the aroma of one melding with the other to create a new, even better scent. Her clothes felt restrictive, uncomfortable. She wanted them off, to allow better access to her body so that she could feel as good as the Claire and Alan looked like they felt on the tape. Reading her mind, Claire reached over and placed her hand on Vicky's pussy, slowly her outer lips through her panties. "Oh Shit," she groaned, and in a maelstrom of snaps and zippers and buttons they were both naked. As Claire reached her first orgasm on tape, Alan's cock stuck inside her, she buried her head between Vicky's legs. Her breath was hot as her mouth covered Vicky's pussy and probed with her tongue. Vicky's eyes rolled up in her head and she shivered "Unngghhh! Oh God, Claire, no!" she moaned. "We can't do this; this isn't right." To Be Continued... Playmates Ch. 4 Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Additional stories can be found at www.literotica.com. Just go to the Stories section, select Indexed By Author, and look for Bob Peale. While you're at it, check out some of the other great stories posted by other authors! Please address all feedback, inquiries, marriage proposals, etc. to the author at mischief1@bigfoot.com. I've established a newsletter to send out notifications when I've submitted new stories to the site. If you'd like to be notified, go to http://bob_peale.listbot.com/ and sign up. Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product. ******* Claire pushed her tongue in deeper, licking relentlessly. Excitement coursed through Vicky's body, in her head, in her chest, everywhere. Flattening her tongue, Claire ran it quickly along Vicky's slit, tickling her lips and making her even wetter, alternating between jamming her tongue into the folds of Vicky's pussy and fishing around for her clit. Vicky bucked her hips forcefully against Claire's face, trying to work her tongue in further. In real life, Claire had a hand between her legs and was fingering herself furiously; on screen, Alan's bludgeoning penis split her slim hips and thighs apart screen. Vicky was in sensory overload, watching the video yet feeling that same woman's tongue dance over her inflamed mound. Claire's cries were muffled, cut off by Vicky's attempts to stuff her whole head in her pussy. Vicky couldn't stop shaking, a series of small orgasms wracking her body, and she could feel a big one on the horizon. She wasn't sure when she zoned out, in fact didn't even realize that she had, until Alan's voice cut through the wet carnal sounds that filled the room. "Oh Goddamn!" he bellowed, snapping off the television. Startled, Vicky tried to push Claire away but Claire held her firmly, too engrossed in the act to be distracted. Vicky watched in lust-tinged horror as Alan stripped off his clothes and came over to the couch. "Claire said you were a hot little bitch, and I thought I had a pretty good idea how hot you were, but I was way off," he said, climbing up on the sofa and offering her his thickening cock. Until now, Vicky had not been with another man since she married Lance. Truth be told, she had no reason to; he had one of the longest cocks she'd ever seen. But this was different. Alan was thicker, as big around as her wrist, and dangling invitingly in front of her lips. Without further prompting she reached out and guided it to her lips. "That's a good girl," he cooed. Claire nuzzled Vicky's rock hard clit, causing her to open her mouth as wide as it would go at the same time that Alan placed a hand behind Vicky's head and pressed firmly, forcing the enormous head of his cock past her teeth. He felt her tongue gently tickle it. "Oh shit Claire, she's going to make me cum in her mouth," he hissed Claire added a finger to Vicky's pussy, sliding it in and out as she sucked and nibbled on her clit and crammed 3 fingers into her own cunt. Vicky sucked hard on Alan's cock, gobbling hungrily while she pulled and massaged his balls, humming low to cause vibrations and make his cock strum. Claire and Alan came at exactly the same time, Claire screaming between Vicky's legs as Alan emptied his cock down her throat. Vicky tried to swallow every drop but several streams spilled out as Claire's convulsions shook her body. Outside, Lance pulled up in front of the Rossas' house; he'd finished his round early and thought he would save Alan the forty-five minute drive out to hiss. He walked around back, taking a chance that the kids might be playing in the yard. Reaching the sliding glass door, his hand froze in mid air as he reached for the handle, stunned at the scene before him. His back to the glass doors, Alan was helping Vicky onto her back on the floor with her pussy facing him (and therefore Lance). She was pulling and grabbing at her tits, her orgasm so close, and whimpering. Taking his still stiff cock in his hand, Alan placed the head very gently against the opening of her pussy. "That's right, play with those beautiful tits," he coaxed, draping her legs over his shoulders. "Let me see those nipples twist." Obediently Vicky rolled her jagged nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, tugging and twisting, eyes closed, trying to wriggle onto this cock. "Bet your husband never made you this hot, did he?" Alan snarled. "Answer me!" "Oh God no," she wailed. "Please, please don't tease me!" A self-satisfied smile on his lips he leaned forward, forcing what felt like a baseball sized cock head into her swollen pussy. The suddenness of the motion made Vicky scream so loud that Lance heard it outside. Panting, Vicky grabbed Alan's hips to try to control his motion, to slow him down so that she could adjust to his cock, but she was unable to restrain him. He continued to apply his weight until he was buried deep in her. Reflexively her legs wrapped around his thighs and held him close, liquid from her pussy spilling out to provide greater lubrication. She screwed him hard and he responded by slamming into her with the force of a jackhammer. The look of conquest on Alan's face, the wet sound of him sliding in and out of Vicky, the smell of sex and sweat all mingled together, finally took its toll on Claire. She climbed atop Vicky's face and screwed her pussy down over her mouth. Vicky's hands flew from Alan to Claire, lifting her slightly, repositioning her so that she could breathe. Claire spread her legs farther apart to give Vicky better access to her warm hole and her swollen clit. Vicky's tongue moved inside her, teasing her inner walls with short, firm strokes and showering Claire with hot, hard, wet licks. Claire reached out to brace herself against her husband as a new orgasm began building. "Eat her good, Vicky. Make my baby happy!" Alan grunted, ramming his cock into her harder. Claire tensed as her eyes focused in back of her husband, on the patio doors, and saw Lance Montgomery standing outside. Their eyes met, and then Claire let her gaze drop to his crotch. Son of a Bitch! Even in his jeans she could see that this guy swung a big pipe! The bulge ran all the way down his left pant leg, stopping about three inches above his knee. And it was clear that watching the three of them turned him on! The knowledge that she was the only one who knew that they had been discovered sent a shiver down her spine. She grabbed her own tits roughly, offering them to him, playing for his benefit as she ground her pussy into his wife's face. Then she reached down and squeezed Vicky's nipples, making her moan and fuck Alan even faster. Suddenly, Vicky began bucking and screaming under them as she finally reached climax. Alan pulled out of her twitching pussy and shot a huge stream of cum on the two women, jerking his own cock hard as he pumped string after string of hot gooey liquid over their bellies, some striking Vicky's face and the inside of Claire's thighs. Claire leaned forward and took Alan's softening cock in her mouth as she also started to cum. By the time it was all over, Lance was gone. Vicky cleaned up before Lance and Terry got home, erasing any evidence of the afternoon's activities. Lance was in a weird mood, alternately very friendly and very distant, but she chalked it up to him having had a rough time at dinner. However, that night they had sex for the first time in months. Despite his impressive size, Lance usually came pretty quick; this time, he was a man possessed, taking her roughly and staying hard close to an hour. Vicky, still tender from the pounding she'd gotten from Alan earlier, was much more vocal than she probably would have been even under normal circumstances, spurring him on until they both dropped from exhaustion, their bed a wet sticky mass of bodies and bed sheets. At breakfast the next morning, Lance was all sunshine and happiness; Vicky, on the other hand, could barely walk without wincing. "You know Vicky, we should really get to know the Rossas better. I was thinking maybe we could invite them over for dinner and drinks." "Really?" Vicky looked up from her coffee, a quizzical look on her face. Lance wasn't known for his sociability. "Yes, really. In fact, I think we should try to do it next Friday. We could hire a sitter, leave all of the kids over there, and have a night just for the adults." The coming Friday was bad, but next one after that was fine. Over the ensuing two weeks, Vicky and Jeff had sex everyday, and a few times even had it twice in the same day. His behavior was a little unsettling, but his performance was amazing. And it wasn't all limited to the bed; sometimes he'd slip in the shower, other times he'd grab her after they put Terry down. She even stopped wearing underwear so she'd always be ready, and pretty much stopped thinking about the Rossas at all. When the day finally came, Vicky dropped Terry off at Claire's while Lance stayed home and got the steaks started. Back home, she put several bottles in the freezer to chill and finished up a few last minutes tasks in the kitchen as they waited for their guests to arrive. She'd been in a daring mood when she got dressed that evening, and had chosen a summer weight skirt that stopped mid thigh and a very low cut short-sleeved blouse. As usual, she wasn't wearing any panties, and had also elected not to wear a bra, so when she leaned over, her tits practically spilled out. Lance showed his approval by quickly fingering her to orgasm in the kitchen while she was trying to pull together a quick salad. She heard the doorbell ring, and a few minutes later Lance led Claire and Alan through the kitchen and out onto the deck. Lance was dressed comfortably in a baggy pair of cotton pants and an impossibly tight t-shirt, one that accented every ripple and muscle on his very impressive frame. Like Vicky he was barefoot, and gave off an air of athletic casualness. Claire was dressed in a matching shorts and tank top outfit the color of the night sky. Her hair hung loosely around her face, framing it, and her eyes had a strange heaviness, almost like she was trying to fight off sleep. Alan had tried to dress to impress a little more by wearing a tank top and athletic shorts, but next to Lance he just looked scrawny. "I thought we could eat outside since it's so nice," Lance announced. Everyone agreed it was a great idea. Vicky served the first bottle of wine while they waited for the food to cook, a sweet white that normally went better with dessert but was nice on the warm summer evening. With dinner they went through two bottles of strong red, and by the time they got around to coffee and cake, everyone was feeling no pain. "I have a question, Alan," Lance said lazily from a deck chair as the conversation drifted into a comfortable silence. Something in his tone of his voice made Vicky perk up. Despite his best efforts there was an edge, one she associated with him verbally dominating a weaker, unwitting opponent. "Lance," she warned. "No, no, honey, it's a simple question, really," he cut her off. "I just wanted to know when I get to fuck his wife, since they both had such a good time with you?" To Be Continued... Playmates Ch. 5 Author's Note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive or posting. Additional stories can be found at www.literotica.com. Just go to the Stories section, select Indexed By Author, and look for Bob Peale. While you're at it, check out some of the other great stories posted by other authors! Please address all feedback, inquiries, marriage proposals, etc. to the author at mischief1@bigfoot.com. I've established a newsletter to send out notifications when I've submitted new stories to the site. If you'd like to be notified, go to http://bob_peale.listbot.com/ and sign up. Disclaimer: This story is a work fiction. None of the characters or events herein are based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any further! By reading further, you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that, to your knowledge, this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this product. ******* The silence on the deck seemed to echo; even the night creatures fell still as the question/accusation hung between them in the air. In the waning light Vicky turned bright red and Alan went pale. "You know?" was all Vicky could croak out. "I stopped by the house early the day we took the kids," Lance admitted. "Silly me, I was trying to save Alan a trip. By the time I got there you were already dripping with cum; I thought you were about done, but actually, you were just beginning." Vicky stared down at the bench, bracing herself for a verbal onslaught, but it never came. She looked up tentatively and was shocked to see Lance with his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, teasing himself, with the unmistakably look of extreme arousal on his face. "Yeah, Vicky sure looked like she liked fucking and being fucked by you two. I wonder if I'd like it as much?" Regaining her composure, Vicky walked over to Alan. As soon as Lance had started speaking he turned away, ashamed and afraid. He tensed when she put her hands on his shoulders; he knew that if Lance wanted to kick his ass, there was nothing he could do, physically or morally, to stop him. "He's got a point, Alan," Vicky said softly, bending low so that her breasts fell free of her blouse and dangled invitingly in front of him. She saw the look of confusion replaced quickly with one of desire as they swayed sensually in the moonlight, her pale skin glowing slightly in the early evening. "You rammed that marvelous cock into me so hard I think I lost my mind; but even as sore as I was afterwards, every time I thought about it I started to drip." A smile creased Claire's face as she realized where this was going. The stuff at their house really had been a fluke, but this, this was intentional, and it could be wild. Just thinking about the bulge in Lance's pants, about riding that stick, made her stomach flutter with nervous anticipation. "What's fair is fair," she agreed as she stood up and crossed over to Lance, shedding her clothes silently as she did. In the cool night air her nipples stiffened, although in truth a lot of that was probably because she was so turned on. Her legs shook slightly as she straddled Lance's lap, letting his cock slip maddeningly through her legs and along her ass. She kissed him hard, covering his mouth with hers, grabbing his hands and pressing them to her body. He didn't need to be told twice; his hands explored her, massaging her back, her neck, reaching between them and finding her sex. So squealed as he worked a thick finger between her legs. "No, not yet," she begged, sliding backwards and dropping to her knees. She covered his long thin shaft with kisses, taking time to kiss and lick his low thick balls as well. She grew light headed as the musky smell of his crotch enveloped her face. Lance rocked slowly, enjoying the feel of Claire's lips and tongue moving along the soft pipe, taking the tip of his cock into her mouth. He was only about half as thick as Alan so she didn't have a problem, and once the head was inside she tickled it with her tongue, using one hand to hold the fleshy log steady and the other to cup and fondle his balls. He placed both hands on her head and held her still as he grew even harder, humping her face, trying to work his cock deeper into her warm, hungry mouth. She struggled to keep her mouth open and her jaw relaxed so that she could take as much as possible. By the time it was fully erect, she could not stay on her knees without risking it pulling free, so she stood/squatted to accommodate him. He was so big! Solidly 10", the thought of him fucking her both excited and terrified her. She didn't know if she'd be capable. Over at the table, Alan had turned to watch the events unfold, half relieved, half jealous. He was still dressed, but Vicky had also stripped naked and was running her hands sensually over Alan's chest from behind as Claire and Lance got to know one another better. "How does it feel watching her with another man?" she asked. "It's driving me crazy watching another man touch her, but I want to see her try to ride that thing," he replied honestly. She leaned over and kissed his neck. "I'm so wet watching that if I don't get some soon I'm going to fuck the broom." She walked around and took a seat next to him, spread her legs and pushed a finger deep inside as she watched Claire suck her husband's cock. Her other hand, as if it had a mind of it's own, began playing absently with her nipples. Lance's face was awash with lust and desire, emotions Vicky hadn't seen since Terry was born. He was totally on fire. Climbing up on the table and sweeping everything onto the floor to make space, she resumed playing with herself. Only now, she was positioned so that her head hung over the side and she had to look at Lance and Claire upside down. It was awkward, but it was the only way she could think of that would allow her to watch them as she continued to pleasure herself. Alan, finally getting the hint, quickly got naked. Vicky felt his hands dig into the softness of her inner thigh and braced herself for the jolt she knew would come once Alan buried his face between her legs.. "Oh shit," she whispered raggedly as his hot tongue danced over the tight, wet mound. Somewhere in the back of her mind a little voice screamed that this was crazy, that she was naked in plain view in her backyard with her friend's husband IN FRONT of her friend and HER husband, acting like a bitch in heat. But that voice didn't stand a chance, not between the alcohol and her skyrocketing level of arousal. She reached down and grabbed Alan's head, more to steady herself then to encourage him further, but that's the effect it had. Emboldened, he reached around and grabbed her ass, a cheek in each hand, and pulled her closer. He followed this by chewing on her clit making her wince even as the explosions started deep inside her. It was a lucky thing he had grabbed her, because otherwise she would have fallen off the table Across the way, Lance drew his cock totally out of Claire's mouth and bent over, grabbing her elbow and urging her to her feet. When their faces were level he leaned forward and kissed her hard on the mouth. She returned the kiss, working her tongue between his lips so that he could taste himself. She was soaked; right now, if he'd told her to but on a collar and bark like a dog, she would. He broke the kiss and bent down, sucking a dark, pulsating nipple into his mouth, squeezing her ass roughly as he licked and teased it with her tongue. She reached down and moved one of his hands between her legs, working a finger back into her pussy. "Oh Fuck," she sighed. He gently coaxed her down on her knees in front of him, then pushed the chair back and joined her, manipulating her until she was on all fours. Her knees scraped the deck painfully but all she could concentrate on was the cock looming somewhere behind her. She felt his hands reach between her thighs and spread her. She moved her legs farther apart, trying to give him as much room as possible, genuinely frightened now that she knew that penetration was imminent. He pushed three muscular fingers into her pussy and worked them around, stretching her, coating them with her juice and using it to coat his cock. As soon as she felt his cock head brush her opening, she squeezed her eyes shut and braced for the invasion. "Oh God," Claire gurgled. "Yes, yes I want you to fuck me." On the table, Vicky finally found the strength to push Alan away. Momentarily confused, her intentions became obvious after she scurried off the table and motioned for him to take her place. When he was positioned so that he was sitting facing Claire and Lance, she stood on the bench and straddled him, letting her dripping pussy line up with wonderful cock. She reached under herself and guided it in, stopping as soon as the head was in. She still couldn't take it easily, but he was impatient. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her down onto him, and she saw flashes behind her eyes as pain/pleasure enveloped her body. The smell of sex now mixed with the smell of sweat and alcohol as she grew more aroused, aware that she probably shouldn't be doing this but too far gone to care. She felt all of the sexual frustration that she'd felt over the last few weeks and all she could think about was releasing. Her teeth chattered as she felt the base of his cock and his pelvis slam into her. She raised up, whimpering at the empty feeling, then dropped back down hard, in heaven. Alan reached from behind and pinched her nipples, causing her body to tingle all over. Surprisingly, Lance was very gentle with Claire. He rubbed his cock head slowly along her slit, further coating it with her juice, for what seemed like forever. "Please, please stop teasing me," she panted, seesawing between fear and desire. "I can't take it. I can't tell you how many times I've cum already!" "Are you really sure you want me to fuck you?" he whispered in her ear, letting his cock slide along the crack of her ass and drawing out the word "fuck". Claire felt Lance's head push asides the folds of her labia and wedge into her. It felt filling, but it didn't hurt, probably because Alan was so much thicker. Slowly, almost methodically, he moved deeper. She could feel it throb as it progressed, but Lance was taking his time. Even though Claire knew that he was barely in, she already felt like he'd soon be spilling out of her ears. As his cock buried farther, Lance was free to use his hands for other things. Placing one on each hip, he pulled Claire toward him until he'd worked about five inches in. She was panting again, mumbling under her breath about how big it was, and how she was cumming, and begging him not to stop. She'd cum when he first entered her, and continued to have short orgasms as he drilled down. He could tell when she was about to cum again whenever he felt the grip on his cock tighten like fist, holding him tightly as he pushed deeper. The action was intense enough that the sweat from his body dripped down and mixed with hers in a pool on her back. As her next orgasm started he leaned forward, pressing more of his cock into her. Her head fell forward and she moaned deep and loud, as inch after incredible inch burrowed into what she felt was already a full and overflowing pussy. With one hand he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled, making her arch her back and press firmly against his hips. "Huh, huh, huh, huh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned as he hit bottom. "Is it all the way in?" she whimpered. In response, he pulled back out to about five inches and plunged in again, one hand holding her hip, the other firmly pulling her hair. She was literally being ridden like a pony, and there was nothing she could do about it. Watching her husband made Vicky fuck Alan even harder. Under her Alan matched her enthusiasm, pumping in and out of her pussy as it continued to juice and make it easier for him to slide in and out. It would never be frictionless; he was way to big for that, but it went in as easy as could. She was starting to cramp from the incredible intensity, but that was a small price to pay for so great a pleasure. Alan's cock was so big, so thick, that it managed to brush every nerve ending, every sensitive spot, a thousand times over. She was afraid her heart might stop from the orgasm that was only seconds away. Her panting had turned to loud guttural moans. She really didn't care who heard her anymore as her orgasm started down in her toes and ran the length of her body. Almost imperceptibly she felt the cock buried in her thicken slightly, followed by a loud grunt and a hot stream splashed inside her. Mixed with her own lubrication it caused a slurping sound as Alan pumped her until his cock stopped twitching inside her. Unsteadily, she stood, Alan's cock leaving a gaping swollen cave in its wake as it slid free Eager to play some part in her husband's orgasm, Vicky slid under Claire and began licking, alternating between Lance's cock and Claire's pussy. Still stretched from the punishment she'd just gotten, she felt Alan's cum dribble out of her swollen pussy and pool under her on the deck. Claire dropped down closer to Vicky's face so that she could tease her clit while Lance rammed his cock deep inside her. The dual sensation of hot, hungry lips and stiff, sliding cock was caused the most intense orgasm Claire had ever felt. Trembling, she ground her pussy down on Vicky's face as Lance continued to pound into her, until her legs buckled from exhaustion. As her orgasm subsided, Lance pulled his cock out and pointed it toward his wife's face. Several streams sprayed in her face before she managed to swallow the head. The tangy-salty taste of pussy, cock and semen made her cum again as the rest of his load made it's way down her throat. Spent, Lance sat back on his haunches as surveyed the sexual carnage around him. "Shit," Alan muttered, his body splayed out across the top of the picnic table. "If the kids make any new friends, I'm going to have to start taking vitamins!" - The End -