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Marsha Entertains Ch. 1

By: smithpeter



This scheme is hatched while we make love. She reclines on her bed as I kneel beside her head. My cock is in her mouth while I look down her body. She likes to hear me tell her what I am thinking while reaching between her legs. She indicates pleasure with muffled noises and cums before the end is told. I tease her later about her reaction and she says that she has continued to think about it. We are both nervous but lay plans. The next afternoon we will try to make this fantasy come true.

Marsha lives in a very small apartment. I will tell my friend Bill of Marsha's desire to rearrange some furniture that is too heavy for just her and I to lift. Marsha has offered to feed us a nice dinner if he can come over with me to help with the rearranging.

Bill is 6 feet tall and dark skinned with dark brown hair. The two of them have only met once but Marsha had remarked to me how handsome she thought he was.

Bill and I arrive at the arranged time. Marsha gives me a hug and a kiss. She shakes Bill's hand placing her free hand on his bicep. She thanks him for helping and tells him that he seems plenty strong enough to "get the job done."

It takes Bill and I little time to move the heavy things and Marsha is busy in the kitchen getting the food ready. All of a sudden she tells me that she has forgotten a couple of needed items for the dessert and asks that I go to the store to pick them up. Unfortunately she says that there is something else but she can not remember what it is. I should call when I arrive at the store in case she remembers.

It is a difficult moment for now I must leave, knowing what her next actions with Bill will be. She walks me outside the door and it makes me feel good when she tells me that this is the time to back out. She is breathing heavily, as am I. We kiss passionately and I go to my car.

She is wearing a loose sleeveless dress that ends just above her knees. I asked her to wear the tiniest black thong she had. It was a gift from me on her birthday. She is not wearing a bra. She had avoided moving in ways in front of Bill that would draw attention to her breasts but now, turning to her lone guest she has undone 2 buttons and asked him to please sit on the couch he and I had just moved. She could feel his eyes on her as she purposefully puttered about the room making tiny adjustments to plants and a lamp making sure to bend over often. She turned and asked him if he liked it. Bill said that he did like it, he liked it very much. "Are we talking about the same thing?" she teased with a slight smile. Bill was silent. He shifted uneasily on the couch as Marsha sat down next to him.

"Peter will be gone a little while. Why do you look so nervous?" she asked.

Bill shifted again and his leg brushed against her knee that she had brought up with the rest of her leg folded underneath her.

She thought it best not to tease him too much because he was not here to flirt with. She had a mission and wanted to get on with it. It was obvious that her breasts were on his mind and she knew that if she placed a hand on his body anywhere it would be the only signal that he needed that she was not merely flirting with him. The problem now was to decide the best place to touch him. She reached towards his hand that was on his lap.

"Don't say a word, let me do this, relax." she whispered.

She took his hand in hers and held it so she could touch herself with its back. First up the inside of her thigh to her stomach and then to her breasts below which pounded her heart.

Bill was fully erect below his trousers. Marsha's other hand undid his zipper so deftly that he was almost unaware. As he became more aggressive she told him to just sit still and let her do some of the work for a change. He obeyed.

His full erection now lay displayed on his lap, it twitched slightly. Marsha got to her knees on the floor between his knees and while looking him straight in the eyes gently examined it with her finger tips taking note of the tiny glistening glob of pre-cum that rolled out the tip and down the side. She stopped it with a finger and dabbed it onto her tongue.

Still looking into Bill's eyes she asked, "May I have some more?"

Bill nodded his consent and before he could take a breath she was moving her red lips down his shaft. His hands each caressed the sides of her head as she worked. Sometimes with eyes closed she moaned with satisfaction. But with every several strokes she opened her eyes wide to look deeply into his. 

The corners of her busy mouth showed a smile of pure lust and desire. She knew that the unexpectedness of her attack could bring on his gush and slowed, letting it leave her mouth despite how much she wanted to keep sucking it.

The phone rang. Bill gasped and grabbed his stiff cock and started stuffing it into his pants. Marsha laughed out loud at this and reached for the phone on the wall above the couch. She tucked it between her cheek and shoulder.

"Hello." she said in the calm and sweet way she always does. It was me.

"Oh hi Peter, yes we are doing just fine except your friend Bill is just sitting about like a bump." As she spoke she had freed Bill's dick again and massaged it gently making use of her saliva that still glistened on it. She continued talking to me pleasantly while she proceeded to move her chest close to his face. She practically buried his face with her beautiful round breasts.

"Oh honey, I can't remember what it was. Maybe Bill needs something, I'll put him on with you."

Bill shook his head violently. Marsha kept the phone in her hand for a moment and again descended on his cock with her mouth. His actions subsided as his erection returned to its full grandeur in her talented and hungry mouth. She pulled away and handed him the phone indicating that if he did not take it she would not continue with her task.

I could have taken this opportunity to tease Bill into greater embarrassment but this was all part of the plan. He could barely speak and I said that it was hard to hear and the batteries on the cell phone must be going dead. Marsha lifted her head off him and took the phone away. She pretended that the connection was lost and pushed a button on the device that made an audible beep sound. With it laying on the table in front of the couch I could now hear every noise in detail.

There was music playing. I recognized it as the Nature and Drum CD that Marsha liked to dance her striptease to. There was a soft sound I imagined was her dress falling to the floor and the familiar sound of a man stroking himself. The snap of the elastic against skin was my cue to begin the journey back to her apartment. It was hard for me to keep from driving off the road with this passion being broadcast through my cell phone.

I entered the apartment to the sight of a red faced, breathless Bill sitting on the couch watching TV and looking very uncomfortable.

Marsha greeted me with gusto pushing her whole hot body against mine filling my mouth with her tongue so I could taste Bill's salt. She said she always missed me when I was away. I remarked to them both that Bill looked a little under the weather the way he sat their so motionlessly on the couch.

"Well Peter, Bill thinks he might have strained his back moving all the heavy things. I think it best if he stay here with us tonight." she said with a twinkle.

Bill started to say that he was feeling much better and felt it best he be going home.

I interrupted him, "No friend, it's best you stay here. And besides, I bet Marsha will think of some other things we can do to help her out."

Marsha Entertains Ch. 2



Marsha served dinner. Bill lightened up slightly. I was afraid that he would bolt at any moment not knowing that I was aware of his tryst with Marsha earlier. We had not known each other for more than a month.

Below the table, Marsha's bare feet kept busy up and down both Bill's leg and mine. I was impressed at how well mannered she was above the table. But below, I was erect and cramped in my pants. She and I would look into each others eyes with want. She tried to make eye contact with Bill but he was curiously obsessed with the rolling of peas and corn about his plate. Conversation was slow and dessert was put on hold for later.

Marsha prefers to keep her small apartment smoke free. I excused myself from the table as Bill rose to use the bathroom. Marsha winked at me as I stepped outside for a cigarette, making sure the door did not latch. 

Moments later I heard the bathroom door open and close. I knew it was Marsha entering. This was my opportunity to silently reenter the apartment. I could hear them talking. Bill was telling Marsha that I would walk in and hear them and then try to kill him for messing around with her. Marsha strayed from the subject.

"Never mind him dear." she purred. "I see you are almost done pissing, let me wag off the last drops." I could hear Bill moan. She was standing behind him, reaching around with both arms. One hand lightly cradled his cock which she gently rolled in her palm, paying special attention to tickle the underside of its head. Her other hand cupped his balls. 

"Are my hands cold?" she asked. Bill did not answer. She explained how sexy she thought it was to hold a mans hard cock sticking through the fly of his pants. "I want to suck you off again right now." She was panting. Bill was too. He now faced her and the sound of moaning was louder as they kissed. I heard the familiar sound of Marsha's rhythmic gasp that meant she was thrusting her full tongue into his mouth as though it was a ravenous penis.

She related a dream to me once. She was with a woman and her tongue was a penis complete with the ability to ejaculate during orgasm. She fucked the woman with her tongue. The dream lover reciprocated with a dildo and clitoral licking. She said that she recalls this dream whenever she pumps her tongue in and out of my mouth.

Now, just beyond the thin bathroom door, she was thrusting a confused and aroused Bill as he worried and accepted her fantasy in his mouth.

Now momentary whispers. Bill almost shouted, "Peter knows?"

"This is his idea." she replied. "I want two at once, he wants me to." Bill saw the door knob twist. I peered in just as Marsha was descending to her knees.

She turned her head to look me in the eyes. She looked hot and possessed. Bill's eyes were closed tightly. I looked back at Marsha kneeling on the bathroom floor. She still had Bill's cock in one hand with her other stuffed into his underwear. Her gaze shifted to my pants and then to the object in her hand. She took the head in her mouth and pulled back while sucking. Her action caused a sort of pop noise. She looked back at me, "He likes that a lot." Bill's eyes were open and he looked directly down at her. Then I saw him look at me. I was unzipping my pants.

His eyes did not move from my crotch. It was a strange sensation I was having, as though further teasing and arousing a woman and a man at the same time.

Marsha dropped Bill's cock from her mouth. She moved towards me rapidly on her knees. I backed away out the open bathroom door. "Shit, what the fuck are you doing?" she cursed.

"I am leading you to more comfortable quarters." I said, "You and your new found stud."

Bill had not smiled since I left the apartment for needed groceries hours ago. Now he was beaming as he joined the parade of three. Me, walking backward with my engorged cock dangling. Marsha half walking on knees and crawling, cursing and laughing.

Bill, merrily removing all clothing and almost tripping while pulling off a sock as he tried to keep sight of Marsha's inviting ass disappearing around the corner of the bed.

Suddenly the atmosphere changed. We piled into the bed. All lust stopped. Each of us must have been feeling the exact opposite of the other but in a strange triangular way.

In a way I pictured Marsha as the negotiator between two warring factions. But that was clearly not the case. Or, Marsha as the pool far below the crashing cascades of two separate rivers that meet here at this spot. A spot designed by glaciers and Gods eons ago. In my sight was only Marsha's profiled face staring at the ceiling. She slowly turned her head and looked me in the eyes. She mouthed the words, "Thank you, I love you." My heart swelled. She spoke to me again, this time aloud with words the Angels will surely study for all eternity. 

"Peter? Are you thinking stupid again?" I had to laugh. This was no time for philosophizing.

She shuddered between our stretched-out bodies. My hands and Bill's moved slowly and gently along her skin and across the silky fabric of the dress that she still wore. No one spoke. The only sound was our syncopated trio of breath and harmonious hand to skin and cloth stroking. Marsha knew this was all for her. She did not need to do anything but lay there and be ravished. She rolled slightly towards Bill and placed her leg over his. Her hand reached for me as she started to kiss his neck. She felt me rolling off of the bed. Her head turned to see me removing all the rest of my clothes and quickly returned to Bill's muscled body. She drove her face into his shoulder as his hand disappeared between her legs. He inched slowly down the front of her body. His mouth fed hungrily on her breasts but did not linger for long. Marsha's stomach seemed to fascinate him. He spoke in hushed and breathless words, "Before we are done with all this I want to cum against you here." Marsha almost shrieked. Either because the thought of one of his orgasms was inspired by the feel of his cock rubbing on her stomach, or because he had just entered her vagina with two of his fingers. His other hand was firmly kneading her up raised ass cheek. I watched his progress with great excitement and interest. My own cock was solid. I did not need to stroke it but I could not resist. 

Marsha never forgot that I was there. She looked at me constantly and even once asked me to jerk myself for her while Bill expertly dined on her wetness. He would gobble her for his own pleasure, then suddenly stop and tease her inner thighs with the tip of his tongue and teeth before attacking her clit with contact that looked like he was not even touching it. Again and again he did this, torturing her till she begged him to make her cum. He pulled up and to his knees. Her thighs were each held in one of his strong hands. As he changed his grip I could see the marks he left. His biceps flexed and his chest heaved as he looked down at her. His cock was aimed and loaded. He spoke to both of us at once. Hoarsely. "I need to put my cock in there now." It was as though he was asking permission.

His hands moved away from her thighs but Marsha's legs remained in the position like he still restrained her.

It had become quite dark. The shadows from outdoor lights were cast across us three in patterns subtle and mysterious. Marsha's gaze was fixed on his. There was a want there that would be satisfied. I had not noticed in this light til now that her arms had shifted so one was underneath her body with fingers looping around and around her opening while her other hand ducked in a flirting motion through her sparse pubic hair to regions surrounding her clitoris. I was transfixed on her movements as was Bill as she was the only one moving, in this delicate territory between her thighs and in this room.

I know she did it to arouse Bill. She moved the hand that had been between and below her to the top to join the other. She dunked and swirled rapidly while her hips moved on the bed top. At one point she raised her hips, pointing her cunt directly at Bill's penis while she shoved as many fingers of both hands inside herself as she could fit. Bill reached for her thighs one more time and she did not resist but grunted as he pushed her ass back to the bed. I saw the glint of her teeth. She turned her head again towards me and reached one hand's drenched fingers at my waiting mouth. She placed the other in her own mouth and sucked it noisily. Bill brought his cock to her opening and started to move it with his hand about her opening, sometimes barely touching as though his cock had taken lessons from his tongue.

Marsha remained in that position the whole time that Bill fucked her. He massaged her breasts and teased her with his tongue for what seemed like hours before actually entering her. He dragged his erection up her stomach to her face but did not allow her to place it in her mouth. Bill wanted her to beg. Marsha begged. Dribbling with semen the whole time till he eventually began to enter her cunt. She stiffened. He felt her close and retracted with a puzzled look on his face.

"Bill, do you want to fuck me?" she asked.

"Yes, now!" he gasped.

"We want you to wear a condom."

Bill chuckled, "Jesus Christ, give me one."

Martha had been keeping close track of my arousal all the time Bill came close and watched him watch her, licking her, her tease of his erection and the times they paused exhausted. She looked at me. "Peter, get a rubber so I can get fucked by your friend, please?"

Rubber in hand I returned to the side of the bed that I had occupied while they played. Bill had a single finger in Marsha's pussy. She groaned with anticipation. Bill slowly stroked himself with his free hand. Marsha reached for the condom in my hand. She opened the wrapper as she had done for me so many times and I knew that she would now place her mouth around Bill's dick to pump it up full before stretching the latex over and down slowly to his base before guiding it with her two hands into herself. We had talked about this part of our fantasy. She loved to place the condom on my erection after sucking it. She said she liked to compare the flavor of my cock before and after and the way that my cum would spread like cake icing around the head. Only second favorite to the fantasy of tasting my cock after it plunged another woman's pussy, whom she chose.

She had him now. Her mouth was slow and sexy without forcing. He seemed to have a limitless supply of spunk, like his balls were a factory that produced without bounds. Every time she let it slip free from her mouth there were more dribbles of cum dripping out yet his stiffness only seemed to increase. I had each of her nipples pinched between my fingers. I was unable to stop staring at Bill's cock in Marsha's mouth. A question nagged at me, "Shit, what is that like?"

I saw an intriguing look in her eyes. She stopped for only enough time to ask, "Would you like to try it?"

'God no!" I was suddenly disoriented. I do not want to suck this mans cock, as attractive as he is. Though I was just as aroused as before if not more so.

Marsha let Bill fall from her mouth. She looked at me and I knew she wanted her pussy wrapped around his erection. "I want you to do something for me, baby." She kissed me and once again I got a taste of Bill's cum. She placed her mouth on my cock and grabbed my wrist. She put the condom in my hands. She stopped sucking just long enough to tell me. "I want to watch you put on his condom."



Marsha Entertains Ch. 3



It was a strange feeling in my hand. Marsha's fingers did not linger there long. She set the thing in my palm and then withdrew. Her face had retreated from Bill's cock. There was a halo of semen and saliva surrounding her mouth. Candle light enhanced that wetness and, it seemed, the silence.

I have never touched another man's penis. But I have watched this man's cock enter the mouth of the woman I love. Moments of blinking memory and fantasy flash past as I reach forth. It is a breakthrough day.

We kneeled there on Marsha's bed. Bill had eyes only for her reclining form. She caressed herself. One of her hands roamed between her nipples, down her stomach, up her side, back to her nipples, once to her mouth. She placed her other arm behind her head to prop it up. She watched both of us and stopped me as I began rolling the condom over his bulb. It twitched at my touch.

"I want you to play with it just a little." she said. Bill's cock twitched again with those words. This time more like a little leap. He placed his hand on my right arm. This was no respectful masculine athletic brush. He squeezed my bicep slightly as though he wanted to feel the muscle movement caused by my timid stroke.

My fingers wrapped around. I could feel his pulse. 

"You need lubrication," Marsha rose from her position with the bottle of massage oil she keeps on her bed stand. She took my hand and poured a generous amount onto my palm. "Now stroke it a bit." She stayed on her knees. We were positioned in a triangular configuration. Two erections pointing to the center. A woman's vagina soaked and waiting. Three pairs of eyes aimed at the only movement. The slow motion anointment of a patient man's penis.

Marsha reclined, this time with both arms folded behind her head. Bill's hand remained on my arm as I unrolled the rubber over his head and down the shaft. I attributed his sigh to the sensation of coolness, like menthol as the cool latex enveloped him.


His grip on me released. Bill's form cast an elongating shadow up Marsha's waiting body. Her length seemed to increase with her anticipation. Every muscle of her outstretched left leg flexed as his erection slowly dragged up the inner thigh starting just above her knee.

She looked at me as he arrived at her entrance. "Guide him in." she purred.

I reached between their nearing pelvises. His aim was perfect but she wanted me to be touching him there at this moment. I felt the forward movement as he began his entry. 

My hand would now be in the way so I withdrew. Marsha did not object. Her mouth was wide open and her head tipped back exposing her beautiful long neck and blue pulsing veins. Her eyes opened wider than I thought was possible . He did not lunge or thrust. In fact, only allowed his tip to enter, he paused at the threshold. I was impressed with his restraint. Marsha was in precoital hell. Her hips were rolling on the bed moving her pussy closer to his penis. She pulled her arms from below her head and grabbed at Bill's waist. He receded further. He moved his hips so the tip of his cock swung between her thighs slapping back and forth. A chase ensued over a distance of almost 8 inches. She caught him when he stopped moving and raising her ass from the bed finding the knob like her pussy could smell it and continued to creep till he was fully inside her. Bill remained motionless and stoic. She worked at him, grinding, dipping and retracting again and again. It was as though his cock was a dildo suspended and she needed to position herself just so for ultimate penetration.

She was muttering mindlessly. "GOD! I'm a slut! His cock feels good! Peter, tell me I'm a slut!"

Her hair was soaked. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She was quaking and shivering. Bill began a slow but irregular motion. He would begin to fuck her rapidly with long deep thrusts then suddenly pull out till only his head was inside her, then a single plunge followed by motionlessness. Then a quick pull and another deep stab. Marsha's words turn to pants and wheezes. It was a rolling orgasm.

Our welcome guest was now concentrating on his own pleasure. His head is tipped and his chin is almost against his chest. The only thing he wants now is to watch his cock sliding in and out of Marsha's tight pussy. 

Her mouth encircles my erection. Her whole body is being shoved and her breasts sway with Bill's motion. 

At last our fantasy is fulfilled. I look down her body and reach with my hand between her legs. Marsha drops me from her mouth. "I love you, Peter. Thank you."

The End