5 comments/ 68964 views/ 8 favorites Seven, Eight and Nine By: Millsy S C E N E S E V E N . . . . . . P R I V A T E L I V E S "A blonde walks into a dry cleaners and places a dirty sweater on the counter. She asks 'how much for this?' The clerk - a little hard of hearing - looks up and says 'come again?' The blonde giggles and says 'Nooooo silly, it's just mayonnaise this time.'" "Oh man, that's awful." Mark laughed as he pushed his dinner plate away from him and leaned back, sipping at his chardonnay. Dinner at Marcia's had been delightful, spoiled only, if at all, by her colleague Lewis's seemingly endless supply of dirty jokes. "Trust me," Sandra - Lewis' long suffering wife - said. "He knows much worse ones than that." "I've got a good one." Chimed in Melanie. "A man and a woman started to have sex in the middle of a dark forest. After a while the man finally gets up and says, 'Damn, I wish I had a flashlight.' The woman says, 'So do I. You've been eating grass for the past five minutes!' Everybody groaned at that one. Marcia stood up and started gathering up the dishes. "I can't take much more of these jokes. I'm gonna leave you to it for five minutes and you'd better have come up with a good one by the time I get back." She moved to the kitchen and filled up the sink with water, carefully sliding the dirty dessert dishes into the foamy tub to soak overnight as the dishwasher was already humming in the background, full with the dinner plates, cutlery, ovenwear, serving trays and dirty glasses. Must buy a larger dishwasher, she thought as she looked back upon another successful evening. As a homicide detective she didn't get the opportunity to host these get togethers often, and they usually descended into shop talk as the pair of them inevitably extended the working day by talking about their cases while their partners rolled their eyes in exasperation. Melanie, as an outsider, seemed to have kept things on an even keel, despite the fact that she was involved in the periphery of their latest case. The forensics technician had only been invited as her boyfriend Mark was a partner at the firm where Sandra worked part-time as a legal secretary. Lewis, Sandra's husband had suggested the six of them have dinner at Marcia's place because their apartment in the city was too small and while initially Marcia hadn't been too thrilled at the prospect of cooking for six, she had to admit that the extra dimension that the new additions to their circle had brought to the conversational melting pot had made the evening much more enjoyable than their normal soirees. It helped that Melanie and Mark were much closer to Marcia and Karl's ages than Sandra and Lewis. All in all, she reflected, it had been a fairly enjoyable event. As she reached over to turn the tap off she felt a pair of hands caressing her ass cheeks through her skirt and a pair of warm lips nuzzling against the back of her neck. "I've got a good one for you." her husband muttered as he ran his fingertips gently along the curve of his girlfriend's spine. "I know you do." Marcia whispered, thinking about the hardening bulge in his trousers that was pressing into the small of her back. Karl reached around her and cupped her breasts through her blouse, making her nipples harden instantly. "Horny, babe?" He murmured in her ear as he carefully pulled a lobe into his mouth with his teeth and then proceeded to curl his tongue around inside it while slowly squashing her tits against each other with his hands. "Mmmmmm. Muchly. I think it must have been all the dirty jokes. My imagination tends to run riot." She moaned softly, reaching back with her free hand to grasp his hair as she tilted her neck, offering easier access for his nuzzling. Karl slid his hand under her skirt, rubbing her damp, tender pussy slowly through the gusset of her silk panties. Marcia leaned over the sink, placing both palms on the edges as she closed her eyes and chewed on her lower lip "Stop it, Karl." she hissed softly. "One of our guests could walk in." "I know. Bit of a turn-on isn't it." He whispered as his fingers pulled the thin scrap of smooth fabric to one side and slipped inside to stroke her slit, easing between the soft petals of her pussy and splitting her moist, blood engorged labia. "Just think how much more exciting it would be if I lifted up your skirt and started fucking you from behind right now with your friends only a couple of feet away and wondering what the hell is taking us so long." "Mmmmm. I think you'd better cut that out before somebody sees us!" She mumbled, shifting her feet further apart to allow him easier access to her gushin pussy. "God, you're already dripping wet down there." He commented, sliding two stiff fingers between her cunt lips and roughly thrusting them deep inside her as he nuzzled her neck some more, forcing her to bend over the sink, her large breasts almost dipping into the soapy foam of the washing up. "Who do you think it'll be?" He asked as he began to slowly move his fingers in and out of her inflamed sex, curling the fingertips on the outstroke in a way he knew that Marcia adored. "Who would you like to come barging through the kitchen door and see you bent over the kitchen sink with your skirt rucked up around your waist, your sexy ass on display and half my hand slowly fingerfucking your dripping cunt?" "Mel." Marcia moaned in reply. "I want Melanie to see us." "Really? Why Melanie? Not that I mind," he laughed as he teased her throbbing clitoris, rolling it mercilessly between his fingertips. "She's a pretty good looking woman, and she has a fucking hot bod too. Slender frame, heart shaped ass, nice long legs and lovely blonde hair that would look extremely hot fanned out on a pillow. She also has a very small mouth, I noticed. The kind that I reckon would feel totally incredible wrapped tightly around my cock and sucking hard, teeth and tongue working overtime. Shame about the little tits, though, but I guess you can't have it all. Thats what makes you the hottest piece of ass here tonight. I love your big titties. Sandra's aren't bad, either." Karl commented as he fucked his fingers in and out of her faster, attempting to make her orgasm quickly. "So how much does Melanie turn you on?" "Oh she turns me on loads. I get wet just looking at her. I'd love to feel her long tongue licking your thick cum out of my freshly fucked cunt after you and her boyfriend have taken turns screwing me nine ways to Sunday." "You dirty fucking slut." Karl whispered in her ear. "I've never even thought about you messing around with other women." Karl said as he moved his thumb to her ass and circled the puckered hole teasingly while his fingers screwed all the way into her cunt, his palm smacking against her damp pubis. "Not since college." Marcia confessed. "It's been years and years since I had a bitch as hot as her between my legs." "Well if you can get rid of the two old farts then perhaps we could turn this civilised little sextet into a something a little sexier." Mark offered, smirking as he pushed himself away from the doorframe and walked toward them clutching an empty bottle of wine. They both jumped, startled. Karl's fingers jerked abruptly out of Marcia's cunt and she hurriedly straightened and rearranged her skirt, trying but failing to salvage some semblance of dignity from the situation. "Don't stop on my account," Mark continued as he handed the bottle to Karl. "I was quite enjoying the show. By the way, do you have another bottle of wine in the fridge? That one's run dry. Careful you don't drop it with those slippery fingers." He winked lewdly as he handed the bottle to a red faced Karl. "Oooh....oooh...I've got a great one!" Exclaimed Melanie as the trio trooped back into the lounge from the kitchen with a fresh bottle of wine, Mark grinning broadly while the married couple followed him looking decidedly sheepish. "Oh, no." Marcia groaned, her face still a little flushed from both the sexual stimulation and getting caught in the act by Melanie's boyfriend. "This guy, right, walks into a sperm donor bank wearing a ski mask and holding a gun." "Heard it" Marcia sighed. "Shit!" Melanie swore. "Shoulda figured a cop woulda heard all the hold-up jokes going. Okay, try this." She said, rolling her eyes. "A young boy and his father were in a store when they walked past a shelf full of condoms." She stared hard at Melanie. "You know this one?" "No, I don't think so." Marcia smiled. "Keep going." "Anyway, the boy asked his father, 'What are these things daddy?' His dad said, 'Those are condoms son.' The boy asked, 'Why do they come in packs of one, three and twelve?' to which his father replied, 'The packs with one are for the high school boys - one for Saturday night. The ones with three are for the college boys, one for Friday, Saturday and Sunday, and the ones with twelve in them are for the married men, one for January, one for February, one for March....' "I hear that." Lewis chortled, glancing sideways at his wife who gave him a withering look just as his mobile phone began to ring. He glared at the screen then glanced at Marcia. "Dispatch." He frowned, flipping the device open. "Lewis.....Yeah.......Dammit, I'll be right there." He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Hotel Armitage on Fourth. Yeah, I know it." He killed the connection and shrugged an apology to the others. "I've gotta go, there's been another homicide and it looks like it may be connected to a case that Marcia and I are working so they want one of us on scene. Sorry." "Do you need me?" asked Marcia. "No, no." Lewis said, motioning her back to her seat as he rose to his feet. "I'm the one on call this evening. I'll brief you in the morning." "You're the boss." She shrugged. "Sandy, love, can you get yourself a taxi home or would you like to spend the rest of the night freezing your ass off in the car while I tidy up at the crime scene?" Her husband enquired. "I'll get a cab. You go and enjoy yourself." She deadpanned as he kissed her on the cheek and disappeared out the door, waving his goodbyes without even so much as a backward glance at the others. "Things were so much nicer before he made detective." She sighed, knocking back all of the wine remaining in her glass in one go and pushing the empty toward Karl who refilled it for her. "I'll call you a taxi." Marcia offered, glancing at Mark who was whispering something to Melanie that nobody else could hear. Something that made her blush a bright red before her eyes locked with Marcia's. Marcia felt her face also heat up in an embarrassed flush of her own and retreated to the hallway to make the phone call. She had a pretty good idea what that little exchange had been all about. "An hour?" She exclaimed when the cab company told her how long it would be before they could get there. "Okay, whatever. Quick as you can, please." She acceded, shaking her head before returning to the lounge to explain to everybody that it would be at least an hour before they could get rid of Sandra and get on with the rest of the evening. This was going to be awkward. She surprised herself by being more worried that the evening would simply fizzle out with Sandra chaperoning instead of steaming up the way she had been starting to hope it might. "Hey, it's fine by me so long as the wine keeps coming." Sandra laughed, gesturing to the empty bottle as she lifted her freshly refilled glass to her lips." "I'll go uncork a fresh one." Marcia said, padding out to the kitchen. She had her head in the refrigerator, checking labels to find the cheapest, strongest white wine. She needed a glass herself to calm her nerves down. Getting caught in the act had been a hell of a shock, then watching Melanie and her boyfriend smirking about the predicament had been hugely embarrassing. She needed a strong drink to get her through the next hour and to prepare her for what might come afterward. She was just reaching into the back of the fridge for a bottle of Pinot Grigio when she felt a hand slide up inside her skirt from underneath and rest on the left cheek of her butt. Karl again, she smiled, but then she felt sharp fingernails drag provocatively on the flesh and heard a soft feminine voice ask if she needed a hand. Not Karl. But oh yes, she definitely needed a hand, perhaps a little lower and more to the right, she managed to stop herself from asking. "No, I got it." She said, straightening up and closing the refrigerator door, the hand on her ass slipping off as she turned to find a smiling Melanie right in front of her. "I don't know if I can last another hour." Melanie whispered, reaching out to gently caress Marcia's cheek with the hand that had just been pressed against her ass. "I was getting so wet down there that I had to make some lame excuse to get up or I risked staining your sofa with my juices." Marcia opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. "No need to be shy." Melanie continued brazenly. "Mark told me all about what you said when your husband had you bent over the sink with your skirt pushed halfway up your back and his fingers frigging you off. If anybody should be shy about it then it should be me, not you. I've never even kissed another woman but I've fingered myself silly fantasising about it. What does it feel like?" "What?" "Kissing another woman." "It's hard to describe," Marcia began, but before she could finish the sentence Melanie was in her face telling her to forget about describing it and instead to just demonstrate it to her, and half a second after that Melanie had pressed her full lips against Marcia's. Marcy almost dropped the bottle to the stone tiles of the kitchen floor when Melanie's tongue pushed between her lips. She just managed to shove the wine aside and onto a worktop as Mel backed her up against the refrigerator door. Marcy considered forcing the smaller woman away, but the soft, wet tongue foraging in her mouth was taking her back fifteen years to rooming at university with Wendy Halliday, a shy little redhead nymphomaniac bisexual who had given her repeated multiple orgasms almost every night for more than a year when either of them had been between boyfriends before they graduated and had to go their separate ways. Outwardly shy, she corrected herself. Between the sheets she had been an insatiable and energetic, totally dominant sexual powerhouse. And that was just with her. Marcia had lost count of the number of times she had gotten off listening to Wendy going at it with her numerous male partners, or we watching them through the partly open bedroom door that she knew Wendy left ajar expressly for that purpose. The memories came flooding back, and her fingers instinctively went up in search of Melanie's breasts, filling her hands with the blonde's firm little tits, but to caress rather than push her away in angry rejection. That perpetually horny teenager she had lived with in university had taken Marcia into her slender, freckled arms and turned her into her willing and obedient little slave with the skilful dexterity with which she wielded her tongue, fingers, vibrators and strap-on dildoes. Marcia had spent many a night since then masturbating herself to a thunderous climax dreaming of Wendy and her depraved habits, reliving their months of sucking and fucking together, and her cunt gushed wetly into her undies as she contemplated taming this clearly wanton wench into her own personal sexual plaything. What goes around comes around. Mel moaned into Marcy's mouth as her small tits were roughly felt up, their tongues entwined and sucking hungrily, almost furiously as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. Marcia felt her blouse being pulled out of her skirt and pushed upward, shivered as those sharp fingernails raking against her ribs as they sought her own breasts, felt slender fingers groping at her hardening nipples through the lacy bra that she was wearing. Wendy had used to attack her like that, she recalled. One moment they'd be chatting about some coursework that needed to be handed in, or some film that they had just watched, then without warning Wendy would be tearing her clothes off to get at what was inside. All it would take was a snogging scene in a movie and Wendy would use that as her cue to suck Marcia's face off before moving down her body. For a moment she considered submitting herself to Melanie's enthusiasm, so good did the hands on her breasts feel, but discounted that idea after a moment of contemplation. Melanie was, she had claimed, an inexperienced virgin when it came to sexual encounters between females, while Marcia felt that she had been taught everything that needed to be known on that subject by a jedi master in the art of lesbian lovemaking. Marcia had done her time as the padawan. Now it was her turn to be the master. She reached behind Melanie's back and caught a fistful of her long blonde hair in her hand and began to pull it downward firmly. Mel's lips broke contact as her neck arched in response to the mild pain and the next thing she felt was a set of lips and teeth at her throat. Marcia's free hand deftly popped the button of her jeans and eased the zipper all the way down to the stops. "Not here." Melanie moaned as Marcia's teeth nipped at her neck and her free hand began to tug at the waistband of her jeans. "Take me to..." "Shut up, bitch." Marcia commanded. "You'll have it my way or you can go home and finger fuck yourself to sleep wondering about what might have happened tonight." She told her firmly. "But what if somebody..." "You can fuck them afterward." Marcia sighed. "For now you just do as you're bloody well told, okay." "Okay." Melanie groaned as Marcia eased the blondes jeans halfway down her thighs. "Take your sweater off." Marcia told her, releasing her grip on her hair and stepping back. Melanie tugged her yellow sweater off in one smooth movement to reveal nothing but a lacy white bra underneath. "Now get rid of the bra. I want to see your tits before I decide whether you're good enough to take to my bed or only worthy of eating my pussy out right here in the kitchen before I send you home alone and take your boyfriend to bed with me for a dirty threesome with my husband. Or maybe I'll handcuff you to the table and make you watch while the pair of them spit-roast me. Show me those tits little slut so I can make my mind up what I want, them or you." Melanie reached behind her and unclasped her bra, shrugging it off her shoulders to stand in front of Marcia topless, glancing over her shoulder to the lounge doorway. "Make your nipples hard." Melanie reached up to her breasts and started touching them up, her eyes boring into Marcia's as her face reddened. Marcia lifted herself up onto one of the black granite worktops and spread her legs wide as Melanie pinched and pullen ed at her tender nipples, then she eased the wet gusset of her panties aside to give the younger woman a glimpse of her glistening pussy lips. "Does that help?" She grinned. Melanie nodded, her throat gulping, and she brought her hands down from her breasts to reveal a pair of fully hardened nipples standing proud of the small, pert breasts. "Now that's better." Marcia nodded approvingly. "Take off the rest of your clothes. I've shown you my pussy, now you show me yours." Melanie kicked off her shoes and bent over in front of Marcia to take down her jeans, her little breasts hanging down as she worked at the trousers. Marcia purred in anticipation and allowed a finger to stroke her soaking wet slit as she watched. Melanie straightened up to see the lewd sight before her and grasped hold of her panties at the hips, inching them down to reveal a shaved pussy already puffed up with arousal before she stepped out of her knickers and kicked them across the floor. Marcia licked her lips at the sight. "Mmmm. Shaved. I never ate a shaved muff before. That's definitely something to be savoured on a soft duvet." Seven, Eight and Nine "Now?" Melanie asked hopefully. "Definitely." Marcia smiled back. "If I don't get my tongue in that tight, juicy little slit in the next five minutes I'll end up fingerfucking myself until I come just looking at it." Melanie reached down for her underwear. "Did I tell you to get dressed?" Marcia snapped. "But..." Melanie objected. Marcia slipped down off the worktop and straightened her skirt and top, running her fingers through her hair to make sure that she was presentable. She grabbed the bottle of wine and popped the cork, then pushed Melanie ahead of her toward the lounge. Mel stopped at the door, looking beseechingly over her shoulder at the grinning brunette behind her. "You started this." Marcia grinned. "But the others...." Melanie stammered. "Mark and Karl know what's coming. Anyway, after I've finished with you they'll be fighting over us both. Sandra, though....well she's probably too pissed to notice by now anyway." Marcia laughed as she pushed past Melanie, opened the door, then roughly pulled the smaller woman into the living room. Karl and Mark's eyes widened as the naked woman was dragged past them on the way to the stairs. Sandra almost choked on the small amount of wine in the bottom of the glass that was upturned at her lips. "Sorry, but this dirty little slut can't wait any longer." Marcia shrugged apologetically at three people lounging in front of the fireplace. "I have to take her to bed right now. Guys, can you keep Sandra entertained until her taxi gets here?" Karl nodded, dumbstruck, while Mark said that wouldn't be a problem at all. "Is that okay with you, Sandy?" "I guess it'll have to be." She shrugged, unable to prevent herself from breaking out into a fit of giggles, drunk as she was. "Thanks. I'll leave the bedroom door open if anybody wants to come up and watch." Marcia smiled and pinched Melanie's bottom roughly, making her yelp in surprise and pain and making her jump forward as she guided her toward the stairs. "Get a move on, bitch." She commanded. "We've only got a little time to ourselves before the boys come up and join in." Melanie damn nearly ran all the way up the stairs just to get out of the lounge and away from all the eyes ogling her nudity. Marcia followed more sedately, throwing a 'goodnight, all' almost as an afterthought over her shoulder as she began to climb the stairs. "I think I need another glass of wine." Sandra laughed as she processed the confusion of the last minute or two, then thought better of it. "Or maybe I've already had too much." "Do you come easier after a drink or does it make it harder for you?" Karl deadpanned. "What do you mean?" Sandra asked, confused. "Your orgasm. Does drink enhance it or deaden it?" he persisted. "I think it enhances it." She said thoughtfully. "But I'm not sure. Been a while since I had one" Sandra admitted. "Well, how about we find out?" Mark asked. "Now down, boys." Sandra tittered, wagging a finger at them. "I'm a married woman." "We won't tell if you don't." Mark laughed, standing up and unbuttoning his shirt. "I'm going upstairs to watch the show if you'd rather finish the rest of the wine than let Karl and I entertain you properly." He continued. "I'm already getting hard just thinking about what those two horny little bitches are going to be doing to each other upstairs." Karl took the empty glass out of Sandra's fingers and refilled it from the fresh bottle that Marcia had brought in. "Me too." He confessed, "But it's the thought of those great big fat jugs of Sandy's wrapped around my cock that's given me a raging hard-on." "Guys, I'm flattered, but..." "Here, let me show you." Karl said, then without warning took Sandra's hand and pressed it against the bulge in his jeans that was running diagonally across from his groin to his hip before placing the full glass of wine back in her hand. Sandra swallowed once before wrenching her hand away and raising the glass to her lips, then downed half of the glass in one go, her eyes still locked on the solid length of uncoiled cock that she had just stroked. "And I've got another one just like that." Mark said, sliding across the sofa to sit close beside her, placing a hand high up on her stockinged thigh. "Well, maybe a little bigger." He grinned. Karl laughed, then settled into the sofa on the other side of Sandra and put his hand on her other leg, pushing her dress up to expose more of her limbs. "It's totally up to you what we do with them." He smiled as she tore her eyes off the stiff but concealed cock and turned her head to look into his eyes. "You can have them both all to yourself, or we can take our dicks upstairs for the girls to share. What d'you say?" "I think." Sandra said demurely, sweeping a lock of jet black hair away from her eyes as she leaned forward and put the half empty glass of wine down on the coffee table. "I think I'll be going to hell when I die." She smiled. S C E N E E I G H T . . . . . . U P S T A I R S Melanie sat trembling on the edge of the bed in the darkened bedroom, her slender thighs crushed together and an arm across her breasts as her pulse raced with embarrassment and a peculiarly heightened sense of arousal, waiting for Marcia to follow her up the stairs and into the bedroom. Presently the brunette became framed in the doorway, her curvaceous, voluptuous shape silhouetted by a wall light just behind her. Melanie swallowed nervously, all her confidence and sexual bravado having evaporated after the humiliation that Marcia had subjected her to in the lounge in front of the two men and the older woman. Marcia stepped lightly into the room, her hand slapping at the light switch on the wall for the benefit of anybody choosing to follow them up the stairs wanting to spectate. Melanie's already rapid heart rate quickened even further when Marcia padded deeper into the room and stood over her, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a bright red satin bra straining to hold back her full breasts, some of the tit-flesh swelling over the top of the stretched bra. "You know," Marcia breathed huskily, "That shaved box of yours has made me so horny that I could melt, and here you are, sat on my bed and trembling like a fucking teenage virgin, hiding the sexiest pussy I've ever seen in my life. Lie back and spread for me, girl." Melanie complied slowly, easing herself down onto the bed and opening her thighs for Marcia's lascivious gaze. She glanced down her belly, past her mound, to see that the brunette framed in the vee of her thighs was slipping her unbuttoned blouse from her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, all the while her lust filled eyes remaining locked on the sweat speckled pubic mound being displayed for her pleasure. "It should be made a crime to hide a pussy that pretty in knickers." Marcia murmured, her passions rising faster than a thermometer taken out of an ice box and placed in the midday sun. "Maybe I should get out my cuffs..." she smiled, then shook her head slowly, her tongue licking her lips seductively as she inspected the hairless slit and the seemingly puffed up pubic mound being offered to her. Her pussy creamed involuntarily at the arousing image. "Nah," she continued after a moment. "If I cuffed you to the bed then I wouldn't be able to watch you peel your pussy lips apart and fingerfuck yourself for me." Melanie swallowed dryly and watched enraptured as Marcia unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor at her feet, stepping out of it to reveal a skimpy pair of scarlet briefs with a large circular wet patch where her pussy was seeping the liquid evidence of her own state of arousal. Marcia noticed where Melanie was staring and looked down between her own legs at the warm dampness staining her knickers. "See how wet you've made me? Sliding your tongue in my mouth and groping my tits in the kitchen made me soaking fucking wet, but seeing that shaved pussy of yours is making me burn down there. Are you wet, too?" "Uh-huh." Melanie nodded. "Show me." Marcia commanded her. "Open your pussy lips and show me." Melanie spread her legs wider. "Not like that. Use your fucking fingers!" Marcia snapped, her hand dipping inside her panties to rub her slit as Mel's vagina winked at her, the crinkled lips of her labia glistening with girlie-goo in the harsh glow of the ceiling light above. Melanie obediently reached between her thighs and used two fingers to gently part her pussy lips, opening herself fully to Marcia, the shadow of her slit transforming into a fleshy, wetly glistening pink gash. She watched over her own knuckles as the brunette's hand worked slowly but purposefully inside the triangular scrap of her own flimsy red underwear. "Oh God that's so hot." Marcia said, stroking up and down the length of her sodden vagina, her panties bulging as her knuckles stretched the silky fabric. "You have a beautiful pussy. I just want to eat it all up." "Mmmmmm," Melanie whimpered. "I'm ready." "No, no, no," Marcia giggled as her fingers continued to massage her own snatch inside her knickers. "That's a reward that you have to earn, honey." "What do you want me to do?" Melanie asked, her voice almost a moan, her own hands mirroring Marcia's as she stroked up and down the fringes of her bubbling pussy, caressing the lips of her equally well lubricated labia as she gazed fixedly at the corresponding movements inside Marcia's stretched panties. "I want to watch you finger-fuck yourself." Marcia breathed huskily. "I want to watch your fingers going all the way to the knuckles inside that sexy bald cunt of yours." Melanie spread her thighs slightly wider in obedience and a fingertip glided over her parted slit. She shuddered at the pleasurable sensations that coursed through her as her finger played at the hole of her pussy. This was so much better than masturbating solo and alone at home, she realised, her eyes locked on the more rapid movements inside Marcia's slowly descending knickers, each inward stab exposing more of the back of her hand. She teased her pussy lips slowly, circling the bubbling hole, then slowly pushed the tip of a finger inside, pressing down firmly on her throbbing clitoris. "Oh yeah." Marcia moaned as her own fingers dug deeper into her dripping vagina. Melanie's hips came up high off the bed for several seconds, her entire body quivering uncontrollably as the finger explored inward and a mewing groan escaped her pursed lips. She wiggled her fingertip inside the fleshy depths of her cunt, her free hand closing over her left breast and squeezing it roughly, closing her eyes for just a moment. She arched her back further, her tongue licking erotically across her luscious red lips. "Fucking do it, bitch." Marcia urged as she rubbed herself faster, harder. Mel buried her finger deep inside her pussy and began to fuck her slick cunt with it, squirming on the bed in the rapture of the moment as Marcia watched with wide eyes, totally engrossed. Mel's head lolled from side to side, her body shuddering from the sensations rippling through her. She pumped her finger harder and faster, probing as far as it would go inside the spasming passage. She could feel the walls of her pussy clutching at the exploring digit, the thick, creamy moisture trapped inside beginning to leak out of her cunt and run lazily down into the crack of her ass. Her body began to tremble as she ploughed her pussy, her breath panting and coming in little gasps as tremors of passion coursed through her slender body. Her cheeks glowed hotly and her eyes looked decidedly unfocussed, her breasts heaving with each pleasurable exertion. Marcia leaned in closer, dropping to her knees on the floor as she watched the wetly glistening finger pumping in and out of Melanie's tight vagina, her own slippery hole filled with an impatient index finger. "Fuck that's hot." Marcia hissed, then ordered Melanie to stop fingering herself. When the blonde's finger slipped almost reluctantly out of her gaping pussy Marcia grabbed her hand and sucked it into her mouth, her tongue licking all along the digit until it was completely dry of Melanie's cunt juices and was instead slick only with saliva. "Mmmm lovely." Marcia whispered, allowing the finger to slip from her mouth. She pushed her own finger, slick with her own juices into Mel's pussy, and the blonde arched her back and gasped out loud at the unexpected penetration. "You like that?" "Fuck yes." Melanie groaned hoarsely. "Dirty fucking whore." Marcia grinned, then slid a second finger inside Mel's tight cunt. "Aaahhhh." The tanned blonde cried out, her back arching yet again, which only served to stab those two blunt fingers deeper inside her. She felt wet kisses being planted along the insides of her thighs, a tongue snaking up towards the sundered pussy, then slithering back down to her knees as Marcia finger fucked her brutally. She bucked her hips at the roughly jabbing fingers, gasping each time they speared into the depths of her boiling cunt. "You like that, you lesbian pervert?" Marcia snarled, a third finger tapping gently at Mel's damp anus each time the two in her pussy slammed inward. Melanie found herself unable to respond coherently. Her heart was racing inside her chest, her mind aflame with the non-stop electrifying sensations, her eyes all but glazed over. She felt weak and helpless but at the same time more alive than she had been for as long as she could remember. She could feel the bunched up duvet cover beneath her ass had grown damp with both her pussy creams and her sweat, her vagina stretched by the fingers slamming in and out with total and utter disregard for her enjoyment, more of an angry punishment than a tender lovemaking. She bit her tongue as Marcia's palm slapped wetly against her pubic mound, and at the finger tap-tap-tapping deliciously at her asshole. She wanted it in there, too. She wanted both holes filled with Marcy's expert fingers. Her cunt throbbed with a pulsating urgency, a delightful feeling of unquenchable lust and raw, naked desire. And then, suddenly, it stopped. The fingers abruptly abandoned her still spasming snatch, the lips and tongue on her thighs similarly absent. She opened her eyes and stared between her legs to see Marcia standing up with her soaking wet knickers having slunk to around her knees, her dark cuntal hairs glistening with dew drops of her own juices trapped in the fine, wiry hairs, a vivid contrast to her milky white skin. The woman was reaching behind her back, fumbling at the clasp of her own bra, then the flimsy fastening gave in to her attentions and she shrugged her impressive cleavage out of it, the red top discarded to the floor. God, those tits! Mel mused, her blue eyes wide with envy. So damn big, the nipples standing out proud from broad dark brown aerola like thimbles, making the shapely brunette look decidedly top heavy. All tits and no belly. Lucky bitch. Mel struggled up onto her elbows to get a better view as Marcy tugged her panties down and kicked them away to stand naked between her wide spread legs, then the woman was on top of her, face to face, nipples to nipples, hot wet pussies rubbing against each other, the feel of trimmed pubic hairs against her denuded vagina unbelievably erotic, the heat of the fiery cunt burning into her own burning hole. Then Marcia's lips mashed down hard on her own and their tongues began a frantic engagement, attacking and retreating from one mouth to the other. Marcia sucked hard on Melanie's tongue, drawing it forcefully into her own mouth, and bit gently down on the trapped muscle. Their bodies writhed together on the bed, hardened nipples raking roughly against hardened nipples, sharp, painted fingernails clawing at shoulders and spines, at asses and hair, and their hot, wet pussies thrusting impatiently at each other as if they wanted to both fuck and be fucked at the same time. Their wide open mouths feasted on each other torridly as a mere prelude to what they were going to be doing in a short while, practicing enthusiastically on teeth and tongues and lips before they later graduated to labia, vulva and clitoris. Marcia shifted her weight on Melanie's slender body, slithering downward, her slick pussy rubbing against Mel's upper thigh as her mouth latched onto the blonde's neck. Biting, sucking, raising a bruise that would be visible for days afterward. Mel cried out at the assault, but that only served to increase Marcia's violence. "Owww." She whimpered, but Marcia ignored her, recalling the numerous occasions when Wendy had done the same thing to her, and that while it had hurt initially it was a sensation soon lost in the torrent of much more intense, much more delightful sensations that followed soon afterward. Wendy had loved to do that to her, adored biting into her exposed throat like a dominant dog beating a lesser bitch into submission, an analogy that Wendy liked to remind her of the following morning when she was forced to dress herself with a silk scarf covering the livid, multi-coloured tell-tale mark. Marcia would give Wendy cold, wounded, hateful looks in the mornings when they sat facing each other at the breakfast table before lectures, and Wendy would just laugh them off, kiss her shoulder tenderly and tell her that if she didn't like the way she marked her territory then next time she might try pissing on her the way wolves in the wild did. Wendy had been vulgar, violent, uninhibited, shameless and insatiable, but the energetic, no holds barred sex was so, so worth the fleeting pain and the humiliation that extended no further than the walls of an apartment that echoed with their orgasmic shrieking night after night. Outside the privacy of their bedroom and the seemingly destructive intensity of their lovemaking they were the best of friends, Wendy giving no hint of the depths of depravity that underpinned their relationship to any of their mutual acquaintances. She wondered if Wendy dreamed of her as often as she still dreamed of Wendy over the years they had been apart, but knew in her heart that the dirty slut had probably found another compliant, submissive bitch to fuck the nights away almost straight after they had parted ways, taking her favourite strap-on without even asking - the one that Wendy had given to Marcia for her twentieth birthday. She doubted Wendy would even remember her now, so she took it all out on Melanie. She had never played the role of dominant lover before, but no way was she going to be submissive to a novice at the arts of lesbian sex like Melanie was. It was time to turn those hard learned lessons from her youth into practice. These were moments to savour. Her hand closed around Melanie's right breast, fingers squeezing it, thumb stroking the nub of nipple. Her tongue trailed down into the broad valley between the twin mounds, then she turned her head to the left and flicked out her tongue, coating her thumbnail and a portion of the nipple with her warm saliva. Mel shivered underneath her, then gasped as she felt teeth raking across the bud. Marcia's tongue flicked between her teeth over the tiny teat, circling it wetly, swirling around it, lapping at it, all the while squeezing it firmly with her left hand. Mel arched her back, pushing her breast up at Marcia's hungry mouth, and felt her nipple become trapped between a thumb and a forefinger, those fingers rolling the bud between them, pulling at it, stretching her breast from a flattened circle to a pointed cone. "Aaaahhh" She breathed, then cried out again louder as the fingers were replaced with teeth that maintained the eye watering tension. The hand that had been crushing the tit and pinching the nipple slid down her flanks to her hips, then glided lightly inward. Marcy's teeth released the teat, but then she crushed as much of the breast into her mouth as she could and began to suck hard on the red, swollen boob, her tongue lashing at the trapped teat. Seven, Eight and Nine While her left hand lazily traced circles on Mel's taut, flat stomach the right hand moved up to her left breast and began to treat it in the same manner as she had earlier done with the other. First she caressed it, then she began to pull upon it with her fingers while slurping, nibbling and chewing upon the nipple of the one that was still locked inside her mouth. Marcia could feel the heat and the wetness of Melanie's cunt against her hip as they both squirmed and writhed against each other. The blonde was bucking her crotch against Marcia's hip, almost humping the bone that pressed against her pubis, moaning loudly and spreading her thighs even wider, revelling in the pressure that she was feeling against her clit. She was having too much fun, Marcia understood immediately. In a swift, almost acrobatic twist of her torso she repositioned herself above Melanie, with her face over the younger woman's bald pussy and her ass pressed against the gasping woman's nose. She wriggled her hips, grinding her wet snatch against Mel's face, and placed the palm of her hand over the hairless vagina being presented to her. Marcy glanced up for a second at the empty doorway, wondering why neither of the guys hadn't come up to watch the action, feeling more than a little disappointed at that turn of events, then she closed her eyes as she felt a pair of hands grab hold of her ass cheeks and adjust her position slightly for the tongue that then snaked between the lips of her hole. Marcia moaned, the fingers pressed against Mel's pussy sliding into the slick cleft. She pushed her ass back, thrusting her vagina against Mel's mouth, grinding her hips against her face. The hands on her ass tried to push her away so that the tongue inside her had room to work, but Marcia resisted, intent on crushing Mel's nose into her ass crack while at the same time suffocating her new lover. She remembered well what that felt like and began to slide her cunt up and down Mel's face, smearing her from nose to chin with her juices. She slid a finger between Melanie's cunt lips and rubbed her clitoral hood with firm, quick, minimal movements of her fingertip. The blonde moaned into her pussy and ass as the rapid-fire vibrations against her clit thundered through her body and soul, making her shudder uncontrollably from head to toe, her slight frame racked by sheer delight. "Jeesuss!" Mel gasped, shivering in delight as Marcia furiously diddled her clit, the soaking wet pussy sliding back and fore over her face, pressing hard down on the backward stroke. "You like that?" Marcy breathed, now sliding her finger in and out of the gaping gash that opened beneath her touch like a pink flower. "You like having your sexy cunt fingered hard?" "Oh fuck," was all Mel could reply as she shuddered beneath Marcia's expert touch. "Answer me!" Marcy snapped, slapping her palm hard against Mel's bald pussy, the noise echoing around the bedroom. "Are you deaf? Answer me, bitch!" She yelled again, giving the denuded snatch another short, sharp, stinging smack. "Yesss!" Mel hissed, only to be silenced almost immediately by the gaping pussy roughly grinding against her face. Marcy grinned, focussing all her attention on the bubbling clitoral hood beneath her fingers, making Melanie shake and shudder, her legs scissoring wildly. Marcia bent her head down, her warm breath washing over the damp, sweating pussy that twitched and vibrated beneath her touch. She ceased grinding her ass against Mel's nose and chin and pressed her tongue flatly against her pubic mound, sweeping her tongue in a circle near the fingertip that maintained its relentless high speed rubbing. She was rewarded when Mel's hands again grabbed her ass cheeks, clawing at them, spreading them apart, the blonde's tongue sweeping along the full length of the juice oozing slit suspended over her face. Marcia sighed with pleasure as the tip of Melanie's tongue explored the fringes of her vagina and ceased pleasuring the woman she was sitting on and instead began to focus on her own enjoyment in the way that Wendy had often done. She straightened her back, shuffled her knees on the bed to either side of Mel's face and allowed the novice to lick and slurp enthusiastically at her slit, placing both hands on Mel's hips. "Mmmmm" She moaned. "Open me up with you fingers and tongue fuck my cunt hole, baby." Melanie immediately complied, using the fingers of both hands to peel Marcia's labia apart, to spread her pussy lips wide. Her tongue stabbed into the exposed vaginal opening and Marcy gasped aloud in pleasure. She squirmed over Mel's face as the tongue lashed her cunt, trying to hold herself steady and savour the exquisite feelings of having her pussy eaten by another woman. It wasn't so much that it was done better by a woman than a man, more that it was done slightly differently and felt dirtier as it was definitely more taboo. The fingers pulling on her labia as the tongue plunged into the cavity that they were creating were driving Marcia crazy. Mel's tongue was in an uncontrolled frenzy inside her pussy, flicking and darting at random, lapping and stabbing and lunging, wet slurping noises emanating from between Marcy's widespread thighs. The tip of Mel's tongue grazed roughly against her clitoris, teasing it and tormenting it at the same time. Marcy closed her hazel eyes and allowed one of her hands to drift back toward Mel's bald pussy, hugging her warm, wet crotch, squeezing the soft, dewy folds of flesh that lay beneath the palm of her hand. Marcy began to move her entire hand in a circular motion, smearing Mel's juices all over her palm, forcing the labia minora to twist and distort as she pressed down harder, the soft, tender flesh opening further and further with each sideways movement. She slipped two fingers inside Mel's pussy, pushed them deep inside, then started to curl her fingers in a 'come hither' kind of motion. Mel went wild beneath her, hips thrusting at the exploring fingers one moment, then retracting with an involuntary shudder the next. When a third finger forced itself in alongside the other two she was reduced to helplessness, bucking and thrashing with erotic abandon, all thoughts of tongue fucking the woman sitting on her face evaporating as she climaxed wildly. "Aiiiee" She screeched, her cunt pulsing around the three deeply embedded fingers, vaginal muscles rippling up and down the ploughing, jabbing digits. Marcia continued finger-fucking the blonde's bucking pussy with three fingers until she was sure that Mel's climax had ended, then slipped the fingers out, turned around a hundred and eighty degrees on the gasping, breathless girls face and settled down into the classic face-sitting position. She reached down with both hands, enfolded them around the back of Mel's head, and roughly grabbed her long, blonde hair, pulling her hard up into her soaking slit. "Eat me, my hot cunt sucking little fuck toy." Marcy snarled, grinding her pussy hard into Mel's face, holding her head tight against her crotch, loving the sense of power and total dominance that she held over the younger woman. Mel's response was muffled, distorted and incoherent but her tongue found the correct spot nevertheless and then it was Marcy's turn to buck and hump at the tongue snaking its way deeper and deeper inside her boiling vagina. "Oh yeah," She cooed, roughly mussing up Mel's hair as she rode the blonde's face hard. "Make me cum, you dirty dyke bitch. I want to cum all over your fucking face." Mel sucked and slurped dementedly at Marcia's liquid cunt, the older woman's hands still locked behind her head and holding her tightly in place. Marcia's thrusting at her deeply embedded tongue was staccato, uncoordinated, more involuntary reflex than rhythmic. One of the hands she abruptly ripped from behind Melanie's head and the other snatched at her fringe, Marcy tugging her hair brutally with each upward stab of the blonde's tongue. The first hand settled on Mel's belly, then in seconds was between her thighs again and searching for her pussy impatiently as she leaned backward. The bald, hairless slit was quickly found and then rudely invaded again, but not for long. Marcia was coming, and coming hard. She slammed her cunt roughly down at Mel's frantically tongueing face, her ass almost lifting off the younger woman's chest as she humped her way through an earth shattering climax that had her shouting out in joy with each mind blowing convulsion of her erupting orgasm. Cunt juice literally gushed from her pussy, bubbling around Mel's lips, nose and chin, trickling into her hungry mouth that rejoiced at the taste of the stuff. She loved to suck down Mark's semen, but this was something else entirely. She redoubled her efforts as the aftershocks of Marcia's climax rumbled through her trembling body, striving to drink the nasty bitch's leaking snatch dry. Eventually Marcia rolled off Melanie, her body still heaving with the exertions of her climax, sweat soaking her glistening skin. "Not bad," She sighed. "Not bad at all for a beginner. Now let me show you how it should be done." Melanie smiled in anticipation as she watched Marcia crawl between her legs. She felt a pair of hands grab hold of the insides of her thighs and wrench them as far apart as they could go. She trembled despite, or perhaps because of, the warm breath washing over her pussy as the woman about to eat her out studied the smooth contours of her freshly shaved fanny intently. Above her Marcia's wetly shining pussy bobbed, traces of saliva and cunt cream still visible as glistening trails running down the insides of her thighs. Her ass swayed from side to side as the brunette dipped her face between Melanie's thighs, hands sliding around to grab her ass cheeks roughly and open Mel's cunt to her mouth. Marcia swept her tongue over Melanie's clit and instantly Melanie arched her back high and gurgled dreamily. It was the first time the sexy blonde had ever had her pussy eaten out by another woman and she was loving it, the sight of the hairy pussy hovering above her face heightening the intensity of the pleasure. Marcia's tongue dipped inside her cunt hole, lashing the clitoris with side swipes and long, wet lapping that ran all the way from the hood that protected the centre of her sex to the sweaty flesh of her perineum, a fraction of an inch away from her anus. The tongue swept deftly around her entrance, delved deeply inside it, sharp fingernails on the insides of her thighs and her ass raking the soft, tender flesh roughly, mercilessly as they pulled her apart. Nipples rubbed against her belly and occasionally Marcia's pussy would descend tantalisingly within reach of her own tongue, but Mel was too lost in the rapture of having her own sex pulled apart and ravished to pay much heed to anything else. Marcy licked and sucked at the blood engorged pussy lips, chewed on them with her teeth, and all the while her fingernails closed inexorably in on Mel's dark, puckered ass ring as the helpless blonde writhed and thrashed beneath her. "Oh, God Yesss!" Mel cried as one of Marcia's fingernails found the tight hole of her bucking ass and pressed against the puckered ring firmly. "You like that, you dirty bitch?" Marcia asked, taking a short break from eating Mel's cunt to grind her wet pussy against the face of the woman underneath her. She moaned as she felt a tongue swipe over her own clit and fingers grab at her ass, then dipped her face once again to the swollen pink button of Mel's clit and sucked hungrily, flicking her tongue-tip against it with rapid movements to make Melanie scream out loud with pure, unadulterated ecstasy. The blonde wriggled and squirmed with a sudden, mind blowing climax, almost throwing Marcia off the bed, and Marcia eased off on the frantic cunnilingus, slowing things down until she was tongue fucking the gasping woman with slow, leisurely sweeps of her tongue and long, lingering kisses upon her wide open, bubbling gash. For a few minutes the older woman traced her tongue-tip around and around the fringes of Melanie's crinkled cunt-lips, teasing her mercilessly, maintaining her orgasmic condition. She dipped her fingertip into the rim of the blonde's tight asshole and Melanie cried out and thrust her pussy firmly up at Marcy's wonderful mouth, her eyes widening in utter delight, her teeth clamping down on her lower lip so hard that she almost drew blood. Mel felt faint with delight as the long, slender finger probed deeper into her sensitive back channel and wriggled around inside there. Her whole body was taut and shaking at the ongoing, seemingly endless climax, hungrily receptive to the tongue in her pussy and the finger ramming almost to the knuckles up her spasming ass. She didn't want it to ever end, wanted the tongue and the fingers to keep her right on the very limit of ecstasy all night long. She slid her own hands away from Marcia's ass, seeking and eventually finding the brunette's big, hanging tits. She closed her hands over them and squeezed them roughly, urgently as her tongue and ass were simultaneously tortured and pleasured. "Don't stop," Melanie sobbed, her voice on the verge of incoherence. She rubbed her palms feverishly over Marcia's luscious tits as the cop slurped at her cunt and held a finger deep in her anus. Marcia varied the tempo at random, unpredictably, sometimes slowly lapping at the juicy, succulent cunt, then other times rapidly diddling her clit with the tip of her tongue furiously. Sometimes she was tender and loving with the way she treated the two holes that were totally at her mercy, then seconds later she was brutal and forceful, pulling at her pussy lips with her teeth and sucking hard upon the tormented labia, two fingers fucking with sudden savagery into the blonde's straining ass, the youngster writhing beneath her as she climaxed time and time again, each orgasm blurring seamlessly into the next, each cry of joy followed by a yelp of pain and a cursing admonishment to just keep on going longer and longer, to never stop, to kill her stone dead with these seemingly never ending climaxes, the bedroom spinning madly around her. Without letting up for a moment Marcia lowered her own boiling pussy down onto Melanie's face. The blonde grabbed Marcia's hips, pulling them down and crushing her mouth urgently to the dripping, hair fringed pussy. Deliciously sticky juices gushed into her mouth and she wished that her boyfriend Mark could see what she was doing, what Marcia was doing to her, was right there watching those ruby red lips lapping at her pulsing gash and the fingernails invading her stretched asshole while he pulled on the flesh of his big, hard cock, getting ready to spray his hot cum all over both of them. She was curious as to where he was, wondering if he was downstairs with Karl and Sandra, giving the MILF a spit-roast, or maybe even a double penetration like you sometimes saw on those dirty video clips on the internet, but all such lewd thoughts quickly evaporated when Marcia insistently ground her steaming cunt against her mouth, the taste of the brunette's slippery slit powerfully arousing, the creams she was slurping down with her delving tongue both sweet and musky with sex at the same time. Marcia began sliding herself back and fore on Mel's face again, trying to move her ass onto Mel's flicking tongue. Soon the novice rug muncher got the message and she was licking alternately between Marcy's pussy and ass hole for a while until Marcia sat bolt upright on Mel's face, grabbed her own ass cheeks, spread them wide, and pushed her saliva soaked anus down onto Mel's pointed tongue. "Ahhh yeah, tongue my ass you dirty whore!" Marcia urged loudly, humping herself against Mel's face, threatening to suffocate the struggling blonde. She felt the tongue ram deep in her tight, tender asshole and begin to flick around inside the hot nasty tunnel. Marcy squealed in delight at the invasion, the hands on her ass pulling harder on those red cheeks, her soaked cunt spreading around the blonde's angular chin. "Fuck, yeah, I'm gonna cum on your fucking face!" Marcia hissed and Melanie redoubled her efforts, her tongue pushed so deep inside the brunette's moist asshole that her jaw was aching with the effort. By now Marcia was panting and madly moaning, heaving and rocking on Melanie's wildly devouring lips with wild abandon. The bed creaked beneath them, the wooden legs straining at the movements of the couple that they supported. Then the dam broke and a mind blowing climax erupted deep inside Marcia's loins like a liquid explosion, triggered by the lewd depravity of the tongue exploring her spasming, puckering asshole as she ground her clit harshly against Mel's chin. She came in a breathless shout of pleasure, her loins heaving in electrifying spasms as the tongue wedged in her ass was replaced by a finger that stabbed all the way to her bowel as Mel wrenched her mouth free from between her clenching, suffocating butt cheeks and gasped for air. "Fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" Marcia squealed, almost delirious with excitement, unable to catch her breath as she came in rapid, shuddering, almost unbearable shockwaves, and fell forward as the finger rammed violently in and out of her tight anal hole. Screaming, she collapsed onto Melanie's bald pussy, kissing it feverishly as her hips shuddered in a breathless fury until the blonde finally pulled her finger out of Marcia's ass with a wet sucking noise. For a long time neither of them spoke. Marcia kept moaning and sobbing and grinding her wet cunt against Melanie's small tits while the woman beneath her recovered her breath. When their breathless, sated panting finally diminished the sounds that the threesome downstairs were making became clearly audible. "Harder, you bastards!" She heard Lewis' wife Sandra snarl from the lounge. "Aaaahhhh Fuuuuuucck!" Marcia grinned lewdly, staggering off the bed, using the walls to support her exhausted body, her face still bright pink with post orgasmic flush. "I gotta see this." She smiled. S C E N E N I N E . . . . . . D O W N S T A I R S Sandra closed her eyes and grunted explosively as the two thick, hard cocks sawed in and out of her pussy and her ass, her nose flaring, her teeth gritted, her heavy, hanging tits flopping about above Mark's face as Karl's hips slammed hard against her fleshy butt, his curved, vein lined dick burying itself deeper in her ass with every noisy lunge. Her raven black hair flew wildly about her pleasure contorted red face as she ground her hips against Mark's, her slick, slimy cunt filled to bursting with his slab of man meat as the one in her other hole ruthlessly reamed her ass out, searing her stretched sphincter muscle deliciously with the friction. And to think that just a few hours prior she hadn't even wanted to go to this little dinner party at all, had been racking her brains the whole day in an ultimately vain effort to come up with some plausible excuse to get out of it. She absolutely hated such evenings, couldn't stand the mind numbingly boring shop talk that was an inevitability of such gatherings. But tonight Frank hadn't been in the mood to take no for an answer, had told her in no uncertain terms to get her fat butt upstairs and get dolled up in a pretty frock and enough make-up to be presentable for once and then just get that big damn ass of hers in the car. In the end it was the prospect of a free dinner and a night away from the drudgery of the kitchen and the television that got her out the front door and into the arms of two younger men while her husband slunk off to work in the late hours, obliviously leaving her alone to enjoy one of the roughest, yet also one of the best fuckings of her life. A little more stubbornness, perhaps a little less sloth, and she would have ended up missing out on what was an absolutely incredibe erotic experience. What made it so much better was that this had all been so unexpected in a number of ways, not just because she had been dreading the evening, but also because at 45 years old she'd figured that her days of wielding her sex appeal were long gone. Yet here she was with a guy ten years her junior thrusting his rock solid meat into her hungrily clutching vagina, and another one young enough to be her son -- should she ever have had one - whacking his hips hard against her fleshy ass while his rigid banana shaped pole filled her tight anus.