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Quattro Ch. 01

By: bertt1



Readers can discover how young Michael and Cindy, a young married couple, initially expanded their sexual horizons in my story, "Menage," posted earlier. For the record, Richie is Michael's best friend and, as this story begins, has become a "friend with benefits" to the luscious Cindy. 



 Michael, Cindy and Richie were having one of their weekend "playtime" sessions. Richie and Michael were on either side of Cindy on the bed, which was a twisty-tangled disaster of oil-stained sheets. Cindy's lush body was thoroughly wrapped about Richie's body, her milky skin rubbing his. Cindy's soft lips pressed hard against Richie's mouth, her tongue entwined with his. Richie heard and felt a low moan from her throat. Cindy's belly was thrusting and grinding against Richie's thick, throbbing cock, pressed flat to his abdomen. 

 Michael was behind Cindy. He rubbed his own rock-hard dick between the cheeks of his wife's soft, plump ass. As Cindy rubbed Richie, who faced her, she wiggled back against her husband, and enjoyed the sensation of his cock on her ass. Michael stroked the backs of her thighs and thrilled at the sight of her grinding and writhing, and the sounds of her moaning and wet, breathy kissing.

 Cindy's nipples were like tiny stones against Richie's chest. The sensation of two lust-filled, male bodies enveloping her was making her insane. Richie's deep kisses, the heat of his dick against her belly, Michael's touching and his teasing of her bottom were all conspiring to make her clit pulse with hunger. If she just continued the things they were doing she could cum, even without any real contact with her soaking pussy. Suddenly, though, she wanted a mouth between her legs.

 Cindy released from her clutch with Richie. As she rolled onto her back, Michael shifted to a kneeling position beside her and Richie rolled toward her and began sucking Cindy's pink nipples.

 "Ohhhhhhh," Cindy groaned, her tongue lasciviously licking her full lips. She glanced up at Michael, who flashed her a wicked grin. He knelt by her side, his hand gripping and jacking his dick. Cindy panted breathlessly, and her hands touched both sides of Richie's head. Gently, she urged him down to her pussy. Richie bestowed gentle kisses along the length of her abdomen enroute to her sex. Richie shifted position and, lying on his stomach between Cindy's plump thighs, dipped his head and began licking her very lightly. Cindy gasped and quietly exclaimed, "Omigod!"

 When they first began playing at threesome, Richie wasn't terribly talented with his tongue. Gentle schooling in the art of cunnilingus by Cindy had born miraculous fruit. It was now a simple matter for Richie to bring Cindy to quivering, shuddering orgasms. As Richie lapped at her cunt, Cindy was getting dangerously close to cumming right now.

 Michael continued to stroke his dick and watch his wife wriggle sensuously against his friend's mouth. She moaned and lolled her head from side to side. Suddenly, she focused on her husband's masturbation, spotting a trickle of pre-cum on the head of his cock. Cindy's eyes captured those of her husband. 

 "I want to suck your cock," she whispered. 

 Michael scooted close to his wife's head and eased his manhood between her pouty lips. Cindy tasted the sticky juice and jerked immediately to the brink of an orgasm. At the same time, Richie's lips and tongue zeroed in on her clit, and that was it. Cindy's mouth clamped down on Michael's cock as her hips bucked furiously up and into Richie's wet, sticky face. She came and came and came. Her screams were muffled, but vibrated all over her husband's member. Her hands wadded the rumpled sheets within her fists. She slumped, boneless, in the bed. The two men laughed together at her seemingly lifeless form. 

 "Oh, shut up!" she spouted, and then began to laugh, too.

  The three playmates padded into the kitchen, still naked, and grabbed a trio of chilled beers from the fridge. Chatting and sipping their beers for thirty minutes was plenty of time to revitalize their energy. Neither Richie nor Michael had cum yet. Their eyes took in Cindy's charms, her round, pink-nippled breasts, her thatch of dark public hair framing a still-wet pussy, the soft swell of her creamy tummy, curvy hips, womanly legs and her perfectly shaped ass. The two men were feasting on the view, and their obvious sexual hunger filled Cindy with brand new desire. This time she wanted to be fucked thoroughly, and she initiated the action by quickly grabbing Michael and Richie around their necks and pulling them both to her.

 A man on each side of her, Cindy alternated kissing them. The man whose mouth was free licked and sucked the closest nipple, while both men's hands roamed the length of her body. The kissing and touching quickly brought Cindy back to the heat of lust. Her moaning and writhing achieved its previous level. Michael inserted a finger and teased his wife's dripping pussy. Richie ground his body against his friend's wife, who loved the feeling of the big, thick cock on her thigh. She reached down and, wrapping her small hand around the shaft, began to jack it. The stiff, rubbery heat of Richie's dick in her palm aroused her even more, and his groaning into her mouth as they kissed added to the thrill. Michael's hand and finger in and on her cunt was almost more than she could stand. Cindy needed to be fucked right now. 

 She drew away from Richie's body. Turning toward her husband, Cindy pushed Michael over onto his back and quickly straddled him. She eased her soaking pussy down onto his cock, her breasts in his face. Michael groaned and began to suck a nipple. Cindy slowly stroked Michael's manhood with her slick vagina. Turning to Richie she said, "Play with my ass." 

 Richie jumped from the bed and, with just a little searching, found a small bottle of gel-like lubricant and a larger bottle of baby oil. He returned to bed and squatted between Michael's legs and directly behind Cindy's delicious bottom. Richie drizzled a small quantity of baby oil on the creamy cheeks and, in time with Cindy's fucking motion, smeared the oil into the skin. The sensation delighted Cindy. She laid her upper body down onto Michael's, pressed her mouth to his, and rolled her tongue into and through his mouth.

 Richie began to alternate kneading oil into Cindy's ass cheeks with an arhythmic spanking. Each slap elicited a squeaky moan from Cindy. They continued this for some minutes before Richie graduated to greasing Cindy's puckered asshole with the lubricant, his fingers just teasing the opening. Cindy, in response, whimpered and wiggled back against her friend's fingers. The movement was also driving Michael nuts. Cindy's steaming pussy was stroking his dick in long, almost painful strokes. 

 Richie's forefinger penetrated Cindy's ass just a tiny bit. Cindy gasped. He slid it out. She rode back, wiggling her ass as if to ask for more and Richie obliged. As his fingertip poked ever so slightly into her ass, Cindy writhed backward and drove onto Richie's finger to the second knuckle. In time with Cindy's fucking, Richie finger-fucked her up the ass. Finally, he buried his finger completely and fucked her with long, slow strokes. Richie could feel his friend's cock through the papery, rubbery membrane separating the vaginal and anal walls. Cindy loved it.

 Suddenly Richie withdrew his finger and leapt from the bed once again. From previous experience, he knew where Cindy kept her "toys." Richie selected a dildo that happened to be just a bit more slender than his own cock, which was jutting straight in front of him. Returning to the couple fucking on the bed, Richie crouched once more between Michael's widely spread legs and began his lubricating, finger-fucking and teasing of Cindy's little, puckered bud. Palm up, Richie fucked Cindy's ass deeply and slowly, but he knew he needed to pick up the pace. Richie could tell from the sounds Michael was making and the motion of his hips that his friend wasn't going to be able to hold back his orgasm much longer.  Richie withdrew his finger and, after greasing the dildo, rubbed its head against Cindy's asshole.

 "Ohhhhhh," she moaned, nearly howling, "Omigod! That's delicious!" The dildo slid up her ass easily. Cindy rocked back and drove herself halfway down the length of the toy. Michael grunted and gripped his wife's hips to slow her down. The sensation was very nearly more than he could take. Cindy reduced her movement, but tilted her ass upward. This allowed Richie to ass fuck her in earnest with the dildo. In response, Cindy half-squealed and half-moaned in alternating high and low pitches, almost a wail. That was Richie's cue.

 His member was swollen painfully. He applied a generous amount of lubricant to it and carefully stroked its length. "Don't cum, Richie!" he told himself, but he shuddered as he maneuvered into position against Cindy's ass and thighs.

  "Oooooohhhhh!" Cindy warbled almost pitiably as she felt the bulbous, purple head of Richie's big cock pressing against her asshole. It was so hard and so greasy that it stunned Cindy to feel Richie's cockhead slip effortlessly up her ass. Cindy remained motionless. She didn't want any of them to cum just yet. This had to last at least a few moments, but it was just too good, way too good. Richie grunted quietly as he pushed more of his dick into Cindy's ass. Again there was the sensation of his friend's cock just beyond that little membrane. All three playmates stayed still for a few beats. Then, very slowly, Richie began to ass fuck Cindy, and she began to respond with a careful, slight humping motion.

 "Oh, God. Oh my God," Michael murmered. He continued to lay still. He was just feeling it all, his wife's gentle fucking motion and the feeling of his buddy's huge dick sliding slowly in and out her ass. It was painfully delicious, absolutely delicious. If Michael had wanted to cum right then all he would have had to do was buck up into his wife's pussy and thrust, but he didn't. This just had to last a tiny bit longer.

 Cindy tried not to make a noise. She actually bit down on her tongue enough to make it hurt. One false move and she would cum and, if she did, she would lose all control and begin to writhe wildly. That would make both men cum and then it would all be over. Not yet. Not yet. She fucked them very slowly, very gently. "Omigod this is totally incredible! Omigod, I feel so thoroughly stuffed with dick! I feel so thoroughly fucked, pierced, penetrated! If I died right now I would smile like an idiot! This is so fucking good!"

 It was Richie who couldn't take any more. "Fuck me, Cindy!" he blurted, "Fuck me with your ass!" His strokes became long, quicker, deeper, swift and complete. Cindy responded.

 "Oh, God yesssss!" she hissed and began to hump uncontrollably. Michael joined her, thrusting his cock deep into her and bucking his hips. He grunted and spurted up into her womb. Richie actually felt Michael's orgasm. Richie's hands squeezed Cindy's ass cheeks roughly and he released huge, hot jets of cum deep into her ass. Cindy let herself go. She wailed and sobbed as uncounted orgasms crashed through her, dozens and dozens of them. Both men were spent, but Cindy held them in her ass and pussy while she just kept spasming. She ground her hips back and forth, gritting her teeth and tasting the sweet waves of orgasm that shot through her until, slowly, they subsided. 

 Finally, she dropped onto her husband's chest. Richie's greasy dick plopped out of her ass and slapped down to his thigh. He watched as blobs of cum burbled from Cindy's stretched-out asshole and slowly, stickily dribbled down the inside of her thigh.

Cindy slept late the next morning. Her exhausting fuck session of yesterday had left her weak and wobbly. Also, there was the fact that she had to be at work that night. Cindy was a Nurse's Aide at the hospital, a job she really loved. Unfortunately, she worked straight graveyards. That, she did not like. Still, it meant better pay and, with Michael still in school, better pay was a good thing.

 After a stop in the bathroom, Cindy padded into the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. She was only wearing a pair of tiny bikini panties and a tank top. Anyone seeing her would have a view of pretty much everything. Cindy's little panties were transluscent enough to show her thatch of dark public hair and, from behind, her soft, round ass was clearly visible through the filmy material. The tank top was thin and white. Cindy's pink nipples were easily in view. She was of average height, but curvy and voluptuous. Her body was built for sex, something of which Cindy really could not get enough. Her shoulder length brunette hair framed a startlingly pretty face with big, sultry eyes and a generous, pouty mouth.

 This morning, Cindy's hair was dissheveled. She still hadn't hit the shower and, despite washing up last night, she smelled faintly of sex. Dropping into a chair at her dining room table, Cindy poured her cereal and milk. Absent-mindedly, she crunched her breakfast and allowed her mind to wander. Inevitably, it wandered back into yesterday's session of kinky sex. Cindy felt that familiar tingling between her legs.

 "God, that was fun," she thought, "I absolutely love the sensation of a cock in my ass and one between my legs. It is sooo delicious!" She remembered the feeling of straddling her husband, his dick buried in her pussy, then sliding forward onto his body to allow Richie Dean to put his big, purply cock up her ass. She began to throb as she remembered the scalding hot sensation of Richie's initial penetration. "Omigod," thought Cindy, "I am sooo horny!"

 Tossing her unfinished cereal and bowl into the sink, Cindy moved swiftly back to the bedroom. She pulled the tank top right over her tousled hair. Flopping into bed on her back, she wiggled her tiny panties right down and over her ankles. She lay, her legs spread, teasing her nipples with her fingers. She tweaked and tugged on them lightly, which caused her to moan quietly.

 Cindy ran her hands all up and down her lush, tingling body. She wiggled and moaned, and finally allowed her fingers to do what they really wanted to do, to play with her soaked and throbbing pussy. The moans became much, much louder. With one forefinger, Cindy stroked and rubbed her swollen clit, with the other she fucked herself and began to fantasize.

 Initially, she was remembering the scrumptious three-way of yesterday, but Cindy was horny and greedy, all at once. There was this nurse at work. There was something about him that made her tingle! He was big, muscular and good-looking, several years older than Cindy, and black. God, she just knew it would be fun to fuck him and watch herself in a mirror. Cindy's skin was so peachy, creamy and white. It would look so delicious to watch his big, hard, black body entwine with hers. And who knows just how big and thick that cock might be? "Mmmmmm," she murmered to herself.

 The sound of her juicy, little cunt being fucked by her own fingers even made her hot. Cindy just loved to fuck. It was that simple. She liked to fuck herself. She loved fucking Michael, and really enjoyed fucking Richie, too....especially at the same time as Michael. She'd never really do it, but she loved the idea of fucking her big, black co-worker. And now she imagined herself drawing him into a vacant hospital room some night and dragging the bottoms of his scrubs down, kneeling before him, and wrapping her lips around his deep, dark, thick meat. 

 "Oooooohhh!" Cindy squealed. She could feel the orgasms beginning to flow from her center. "Unnnnggghhh!" the grunt escaped her lips as her thighs clamped together and her hips bucked high off the bed. As the orgasms washed over her again and again, Cindy writhed from side to side, spasming and groaning loudly. She dropped back to the bed and drifted into a light sleep.



 Probably less than fifteen minutes had passed when the phone suddenly jarred Cindy awake.

 "H'llo," Cindy rasped, sleepily.

 "Oh, God," said the voice on the other end, "I'm sorry! Did I wake you up?"

 Recognizing who was on the other end of the line, Cindy sat up and ran her fingers through her thick tresses. Brightening, she said, "Oh, really that's okay. I shouldn't be sleeping anyway. God, Jillian, it's great to hear from you! How are you?"


 Jillian was Cindy's first cousin. Cindy was 23, Jillian a couple of years older, but the two had been close friends growing up. Their mothers were sisters, which meant that Cindy and Jillian had spent quite a lot of time together dating back to Cindy's birth. Although Jillian lived quite some distance from her cousin, the two did still stay in touch.

 "I'm just fine. How about you, and how's Michael?"

 "Great. Great. So, what's going on?"

 "Well, actually, I'm going to be in town next week, and I wanted to know if I could borrow a patch of your floor for sleeping purposes?"

  Cindy let out a delighted squeal, "Omigod! Omigod! I can't believe it! You're really going to be here?"

 Jillian laughed heartily on the other end of the line, "Yeah, I'm really gonna be there. I get in Thursday night, and I'll probably be there for several days. And, if everything goes well, I might actually be moving back not too long after that."

 Cindy squealed all over again, "That's great! I mean, that's really great! I can't believe it! Are you sure? Is this for real?"

 "Whoa! Easy, now," Jillian chuckled as she spoke, "I don't want us to get ahead of ourselves. What's happening is I have a job interview. It's actually with the same company I work for, but they have an opening there that's just too good to pass up. Besides, I broke up with my boyfriend..."

 Cindy interrupted, "Craig? You broke up with Craig? What happened?"

 Jillian's voice went just a little flat, "How about he's an asshole?" she paused for just a beat, "It's a long story. We'll talk about it later, okay? Is it alright if I stay with you when I'm there?"

 "Are you kidding? If you stay somewhere else I'm gonna get really pissed! Clear enough for you? So, when does your plane get in? Michael or I will pick you up at the airport."

 "Uh," Jillian was obviously checking her ticket information, "It's, uh, Flight 730, Delta, and it, it gets there at 5:15 on Thursday evening."

 "Perfect! Michael's done with school and work then, and I don't have to be to work until nine thirty, so we can at least visit a little bit."

 "Ooooh," Jillian cooed, "Sure you trust me with your husband? He is cute, you know?"

 "I trust you implicitly," Cindy fired back, "And if you try anything I will chop off your head with a dull kitchen knife."

 Jillian laughed again, "Look, I gotta go. I guess I'll see you Thursday."

 "I can't wait!" said Cindy, "See you then!"

 The two girls hung up. Cindy just sat on the bed smiling. "Jillian," she thought to herself, "Imagine that. Jillian. Maybe even living back here again!"

 Jillian was smart, just as smart as Cindy. The two had a lot in common, but they did have their differences. Cindy was a caregiver, a natural nurse, even though she was just a Nurse's Aide right now. When Michael finished school and got a real job it would be her turn to go to nursing school. Jillian, however, had never been married. In fact, she didn't seem inclined to ever go down the aisle. She was all about business. She had finished college at 21 and gone straight to work for Mariposa International. That was three years ago. Cindy had only seen Jillian twice in all that time, although the two talked by phone every couple of weeks and by e-mail every day or two. Cindy wondered why she'd never told her about the break-up with Craig. "Oh, well," she thought, and climbed out of bed.

 Still naked, Cindy took a shower, washed her hair and brushed her teeth. All the while she was thinking about her cousin. Whenever she got pensive like this, thinking about Jillian, her mind drifted back to a time when Cindy had been fourteen and Jillian was a sophomore in high school.


Quattro Ch. 01



It was summertime, and Cindy's mother had gone out of town on business. It hadn't been difficult for Mom to convince Cindy to stay with her aunt for those few days. The house in which Jillian and her mother lived was very small, so Cindy had shared her cousin's room. Aunt Cathy worked long hours and the two girls were alone a lot. Actually, Cindy was alone a lot, because her cousin was involved in sports and held down a part-time job. Even then she was business-oriented. 

 Cindy passed those days keeping house for her Aunt Cathy and reading. The evenings, however, belonged to her and Jillian. They'd had a lot of fun watching goofy movies, cooking and talking about boys.

 It was the last night before her Mom was to get back home. Aunt Cathy had to work until midnight. the two girls cleaned up the kitchen after dinner, then settled in to watch David Lynch's "Blue Velvet." It made Cindy horny. It definitely made Jillian horny, too.

 The two girls turned off the TV at about 9:30 that night, because Jillian had to get up early for practice. Cindy put on her usual pajamas and was in bed first. Jillian seemed to take forver in the bathroom and, when she came out, was only wearing a very skimpy pair of panties and a filmy lace bra.

 Jillian looked much the same today as she did at sixteen. She was a true blonde, tall and broad shouldered for a girl. She had always been athletic. Her breasts were large and full. Perhaps later in life they would sag, but there was no hint of it now. Her hips were at least as wide as her shoulders. Jillian's face was pretty, but not in a conventional sense. Her eyes were just slightly slanted, almost Oriental. Like Cindy's, Jillian's mouth was sensual and full.

 To see her like that was a jolt for Cindy. Her mouth literally gaped. Jillian smiled as she climbed into bed.

 "That movie was pretty hot," said Jillian.

 "Yeah," Cindy didn't know whast else to say.

 "I want to tell you something," said Jillian.

 "What's that?" asked Cindy.

 "I fucked a boy."

 "You what?"

 "I fucked a boy."

 "Who?" asked Cindy.

 "You wouldn't know him, but I really liked it."

 "Tell me about it."

 And Jillian proceeded to give the wet, sticky details about a clumsy sexual encounter with a very horny, albeit inexperienced boy of seventeen. Looking back, it was probably pretty bad sex, but Jillian talking about it and Cindy listening to it was making both girls very, very wet.

 "The one bad thing," said Jillian as she wrapped up her account, "was that he didn't kiss good, and that's just about my favorite part...the kissing. You know, I wonder if I kiss good?"

 "Well, I don't know," said Cindy. Underneath the covers, her hand was cupping her sex, gently rubbing her clit through the material of her pajamas. Cindy was in a quandry. She was as horny as she'd ever been in her life. Had she been in her own room she would have taken off all her clothes and masturbated. Even at fourteen, Cindy was very, very sexual. She played with herself all the time. Hell, she was horny all the time and, if it wasn't for her terror of pregnancy and disease, she would already be fucking the guys about whom she fantasized.

 A very small whimper escaped from Jillian. Cindy glanced across at her cousin. Jillian was playing with herself, too! 

 At that very moment, the two girls' eyes locked and they both knew what the other was doing. There was no need for pretending any longer. Jillian pushed the covers off her and slid her tiny panties down and off. Then she reached behind her and unclipped her bra. Cindy was completely astounded at the sight before her. Jillian's white thighs and large breasts, her light-colored, downy pubic hair, they only added to the thick sexual excitement in the room.

 Jillian laid back on top of the covers and idly began to finger her own clit, moaning softly.

 "What the hell?" thought Cindy, and she chucked her prim PJs and joined Jillian. 

 Their hands caressed their own bodies, and their fingers fucked their pussies. The wet sounds, smells and moans added to their mutual excitement. Suddenly, Jillian rolled to her side to face Cindy. Cindy turned her head to the side and looked her cousin in the eyes.

 "Kiss me," breathed Jillian.

 "What?"

 "I want to know if I'm good at kissing. Kiss me."

 Part of Cindy wanted to say no, that she only liked boys, but she was so horny, and Jillian's naked body and the sight of her writhing masturbation had taken Cindy somewhere she'd never been before. She turned to face the older girl and, wrapping her own, lush nakedness against the other, she pressed her lips to Jillian's.

 It was electric! Their tongues rolled together and, seconds later, their naked bodies were grinding against one another. Cindy's small, budding breasts rubbed against Jillian's big, soft tits. Cindy's dark, little bush was grinding against the blonde thatch of the older girl. Both were moaning and writhing uncontrollably. Their hands gripped each other's smooth, white bottoms as they held each other tightly.

 Jillian rolled Cindy onto her back and, while kissing her passionately, she finger fucked the younger girl. She was hitting just the right spot! Quickly, Cindy came. It was the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced, far more overwhelming than any she'd ever given herself and it elicited a sound that was almost a howl. When it was finally over, Jillian smiled at Cindy and chuckled softly.

 "Now," she said, "Do that for me."

 Cindy was very embarrassed, but was not about to leave Jillian unsatisfied, not after that delicious experience. Besides, Cindy was still horny. She crawled on top of the older girl, face-to-face and placed her mouth over Jillian's in yet another passionate kiss. Cindy angled her body just slightly off Jillian's and began to work the magic with her fingers. She felt her cousin begin to grind and hump against her deft, little hand. Jillian's kisses became frantic, hot, searching. Her hips, her whole body began to twist and writhe. Cindy felt the walls of Jillian's tight, hot pussy contracting and then she was out of control. Muffled against Cindy's mouth, Jillian was screaming as waves of orgasm convulsed her. She nearly bucked Cindy all the way off her.

 When it was all over Jillian gave Cindy small, tender kisses. "That was nice," she said softly as she smiled.

 "Yeah," answered Cindy, "I liked it, too." And then Jillian was asleep. Cindy masturbated again, and then fell asleep, too.



 Remembering that only served to make Cindy horny all over again, but she decided to save it for when Michael came home later. She'd tell him the good news, and then he could suck her off.

 "Mmmm," she thought, "Now that sounds nice."

Michael and Cindy spotted Jillian walking purposefully from her arrival gate.

 "Hey, girly!" shouted Cindy, waving.

 Jillian flashed a bright smile and hurried to join the couple. She hugged Michael and gave him a kiss on the cheek, but wrapped Cindy in a warm embrace, kissing the pretty brunette directly on the lips.

 "God, it's good to see you!" Cindy exclaimed.

 Jillian wrapped her arms around both Michael and Cindy, "I'm glad to see you guys, too! Let's get out of this airport, okay? I really, really need a shower!"

 Later, at Michael and Cindy's apartment, Jillian stepped from the bathroom all fresh from her shower. Michael's eyes took in the view. Jillian was wearing just a little pair of jersey shorts and a T-shirt, but no bra. To Michael, it was a delicious sight. He had always thought Jillian was hot.

 The three sat and talked until it was time for Cindy to go to work. Jillian talked about the break-up of her relationship with her boyfriend, Craig (it was Jillian's decision...the relationship was going nowhere and Jillian...in all probability...was). Michael talked about school. Jillian described the job opportunity with the local Mariposa offices.

 As Cindy prepared to head out the door, she told Jillian that Michael had volunteered to sleep on the couch. Michael nodded in agreement. The two girls kissed and hugged again, and Cindy took off to the hospital.

 Jillian stretched and yawned, begging Michael's indulgence, then disappeared into the bedroom and sleep. Michael, for his part, tossed and turned all night on the couch.

  Michael was up and gone to work by the time Cindy got home. The tell-tale signs of Michael getting ready for school and work were scattered about the bath and kitchen. The silence in the apartment told Cindy that Jillian was either up and gone or that she was still asleep. Cindy quietly opened the door to the bedroom and peeked in. Seeing her cousin sprawled across the bed, she eased quietly back out and left the door slightly ajar.

 Cindy slipped into the bathroom and shed her scrubs. Naked, she stepped into the bathtub and, pulling the shower curtain closed, she showered thoroughly. She dried off and combed out her thick brunette hair. Cindy had just finished brushing her teeth when she heard a tap at the bathroom door. She popped it open to admit Jillian, who had obviously just awakened.

 "Good morning, Sunshine!" said Cindy in a sing-song voice.

 "Hi," whispered Jillian, huskily.

 "How'd you sleep?"

 "Like I died," Jillian answered, "What time is it?"

 "About 9:30."

 "I'd better get cleaned up. I"m supposed to be downtown at 11:30."

 "Okay," said Cindy, "I'll get out of your way."

 As Cindy rooted around the bathroom looking for Michael's robe, Jillian noticed Cindy's lush, naked body. More awake now, she let her eyes roam up and down her cousin's curvy form.

 "Good thing I don't have more time," said Jillian with a smile, "I might want to get my hands and tongue on your tasty body."

 Cindy giggled, "Stop that! You're bad! What would my husband say if he heard you talking like that?"

 "He'd ask if he could watch!" and Jillian laughed heartily.

 Cindy found Michael's robe and wrapped it around her, "Okay, I'm leaving now," and she exited the bathroom.

 By the time Cindy had eaten breakfast and donned the T-shirt and terry shorts that were her favorite sleeping attire, she could hear Jillian drying her hair in the bathroom. Shortly after, the voluptuous blonde appeared in the bathroom doorway. She was naked and, as she padded through the hall to the bedroom, Cindy caught sight of her and hooted.

 "Yeah!" she said loudly, "It is a good thing you have to leave! I might be the one who wants to get their hands and tongue on something!"

 Jillian jumped behind the bedroom door. Grinning, she stuck her head out and yelled back at her cousin, "And you told me I was bad! What about you?"

 "I'm not bad, " said Cindy, chuckling, "I'm just horny. As you can see, my husband and I work pretty much opposite shifts. It sucks! I play with myself a lot."

 "Hmmm, sounds interesting," and with that Jillian disappeared into the bedroom.

 She emerged ten minutes later, briefcase in hand. She strode from the hallway to where Cindy sat at the kitchen table.

 "Well, gotta go."

 "Okay. Any idea when you'll be back?"

 "No, not really. I'm not sure just what all is going to happen today."

 "Okay, well, I'll probably sleep till 3 or 4. Maybe I'll see you after I get up."

 The two embraced warmly and, as Jillian pressed her lips to her cousin's, Cindy very lightly slipped the tip of her tongue into Jillian's mouth. Jillian's tongue teased Cindy's just a bit, then the two broke the embrace.

 Clearing her throat, Jillian said, "I really gotta go."

 Cindy smiled at her and said, "Okay. See you later."

 With that, Jillian headed out the front door and Cindy crawled into bed. If she hadn't been so tired she would have masturbated. As it was, Cindy fell asleep very quickly. Still, she had sex dreams and, as she slept, her right hand crept inside her shorts to touch her dripping little pussy.

  Michael trudged through the day exhausted. He almost fell asleep in his classes. He did have coffee with Richie Dean at 11, but had little to say. Richie asked him what was wrong, but Michael just told him he hadn't slept well. Smart-ass that he was, Richie asked if he'd fucked his wife and her cousin the night before. Michael wasn't amused by the remark and had flashed a dirty look at his friend. He had told Richie about Jillian coming to stay and had made the mistake of mentioning that his wife's cousin was pretty hot. Michael, however, did not know about Cindy and Jillian's sexual history together. Cindy had just never told him about it.

 Despite being exhausted, Michael was horny as hell when he came through the door. Deciding it was useless to stay at school, he'd left early. There had been no real work for him at his work-study job, so it was no big deal that he didn't stay for that, either. 

 The apartment was silent as he entered, so Michael knew his wife was still in bed. She rarely got up before three. He plopped down on a chair at the kitchen table and pulled off his shoes, then rose and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Quietly, Michael slid down the hall to the bedroom door. It was just slightly ajar. He eased it open just a bit and looked in on his sleeping wife.

 She had thrown off the covers and lay sprawled across the bed on her back. God, she looked delicious! Her T-shirt had crept up, exposing one of her soft, round tits. The nipple jutted out, hardened and ripe. Her bare legs were spread and one of Cindy's hands was clearly embedded in those little, blue shorts she liked to wear to bed. The terry cloth material was bunched up around her wrist and the waistband of the shorts was scrunched down a bit. Michael could see the top portion of Cindy's trimmed pubic hair. It was obvious to him that his wife, as she often did, was cupping her pussy. Michael took a pull off his beer and, leaning against the doorframe, stood and watched Cindy sleep.



 Cindy was sleeping soundly, dreaming. In her dream she watched as the handsome black nurse from work fucked Jillian. She was transfixed as his huge, chocolate-colored dick eased slowly in and out of her cousin's hot pussy. She could hear the wet sounds. She could smell the thick scent of sex. She looked slowly up and down both of their naked bodies. There was Jillian's blonde hair, tousled across the sheets. She lay on her back and moved her head from side to side. She moaned and licked her lips as her black lover knelt between her legs. Cindy looked on as Jillian squirmed and watched her cousin's heavy breasts quiver. She looked at the large nipples and then, moving her gaze downward, looked at Jillian's generous thighs spread wide for her black lover, her knees scissored and her bare feet arched and planted in the mattress.

 Cindy's attention turned to the broad-shouldered black man fucking her cousin in agonizing slow motion. She looked at his face contorted with passion, his eyes blazing. His huge hands caressed Jillian's legs as his fat, black cock eased in and out of her dripping, glistening pussy, its blonde hairs matted with juice. She looked longingly at the nurse's tight, hard ass. It clenched and unclenched as he fucked oh, so slowly. It was a steaming hot, slow, almost painful fuck. The big, dark-skinned man grunted. Jillian whimpered, squirmed and moaned. Cindy ached, enjoying every sight, sound and smell.

 In her dream, Cindy inched forward to the bed where the two people fucked, seemingly oblivious to her presence. She reached out and touched the black nurse's muscled ass. It was slightly damp with sweat. It was very, very hard as it tightened and released with each scorching stroke. She ran her hand up his back and down his arm, but there was no response. He did not sense her presence, and so she continued to touch him. She stroked his chest and abdomen. Then Cindy climbed onto the bed behind the couple and rubbed her own body against the back of the man who was fucking her cousin. She could feel her aching breasts against the hot, smooth black skin. She kissed the back of his neck and allowed her mouth to trail down the length of his back. She drank in the scent of sweat and sex, muskier as she neared the crack of his ass. Her mouth moved back up the man's spine and her tongue snaked out to lick him. She tongue-kissed around his neck as far as she could reach, all the while humping herself against his thrusting ass. She could feel her mound rubbing lasciviously against it.

 Cindy, still dreaming, crawled off the bed and knelt near her cousin's head. Her hands began to stroke Jillian's tits and belly. Cindy could feel the moisture and heat from the sex. She bent forward and kissed Jillian's breast, taking the plump nipple into her mouth and suckling. Although neither Jillian nor her black lover seemed to know she was there, Jillian moaned loudly when Cindy sucked and licked the quivering nipple. As she continued to suck, Cindy's right hand slid down Jillian's belly until it was snaking through her cousin's downy, curly blonde pubic hair. Cindy felt the slick moisture of the sex and finally could feel the hardness of the thick, black prick sliding in and out of Jillian's pussy. She opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to roll around Jillian's nipple and aureola. Her hand, meanwhile, rested on her cousin's steaming hot pussy and was wetly stroked by the sticky, rock-hard dick fucking that pussy.

  Back in reality, Cindy was still sleeping. At the same time, Michael watched her as she whimpered and finger-fucked herself. The scene was richly, deliciously erotic. Michael knew he could wake her, and that she would surely be more than willing to fuck right then and there. But watching her dreaming some mysterious, erotic dream, one powerful enough to cause her to masturbate in her sleep, was even more fun. Leaning against the door frame, Michael removed his stiffening prick from his pants and stroked his cock as he watched his sleeping wife dream and fuck herself.

  In dreamland, Cindy dipped her head to that steaming spot where Jillian and her big, black sex partner conjoined. Slowly, achingly sliding her finger back and forth on her own, soaking pussy, Cindy spread gobs of juice up and down her clit. Her lips and tongue, meanwhile, alternated between licking the turgid, black cock stroking in and out of her cousin's quim and sucking Jillian's distended clit in and out of her mouth. The taste of cock and musky pussy was intoxicating. All Cindy would have needed to do was speed up the rubbing on her own clit for a few moments and she would have had a gigantic orgasm, but what she was doing was absolutely delicious. She didn't want it to end.

 Her mouth sticky with juice, Cindy rose to kneel on the bed beside the two lovers. The big nurse fucking her cousin was also on his knees, holding Jillian's legs in his hands as he fucked her. Cindy edged closer to him and, although he was still seemingly oblivious to her presence, she placed her mouth over his and tongue-kissed him. He kissed her back, although he still acted as though she were not there. Cindy rubbed her bare tits with their taut nipples against the man's skin as she sucked on his tongue. Her one hand still toyed lightly, slowly, with her pussy. Cindy held back the tide of orgasm.

 She slid back down between the two and, once again, rubbed her mouth all over the thick, black tool and her cousin's soaking pussy. Her faced smeared with sex juice, this time Cindy lay across Jillian's upper body and pressed her mouth to that of her cousin. Like the man who fucked her, Jillian returned Cindy's juicy kiss, but seemed not to realize her actual presence.

 Then, suddenly, Cindy felt hands on her body. The big, black nurse was touching her, moving her. Without a word, his large, darkskinned hands maneuvered Cindy's body onto the bed, face down. The big male drew her ass into the air. Cindy felt the man's fiery black prick penetrate her swollen pussy and she was being fucked, thoroughly fucked. So many times Cindy had fantasized about this big, delicious, black man and now she was dreaming of him fucking her yet again. Jillian managed to ease her body in front of Cindy's, and she offered her sex to Cindy's mouth. Raising herself just a bit, Cindy planted her lips over the sweet, sex-soaked lips and clit. Jillian quivered against her face, while the big man behind Cindy began to pump his fat dick faster and faster.




Quattro Ch. 01



"Oh, God!" thought Cindy in her furtive dream, "His cock feels SO GOOD!" So many days Cindy would come home from work after being around this man for eight hours, and would fantasize about what it would be like to fuck him. She knew he was attracted to her. She had seen him looking at her tits and her ass. She really liked it when he looked at her. She even made a point of giving him good views, and sometimes made eye contact with him when she knew he'd been checking her out. He never behaved inappropriately, however. "Damn it!" Cindy would think. She really wanted him to flirt with her, but he just didn't. He only looked. But he looked at her with a palpable hunger. She really, really liked that. She really liked to think about his mouth, his hands, his big, thick black cock. She knew it was big and thick. He wasn't the only one who looked. She knew if he really wanted to, she would let him fuck her. She let him fuck her all the time in her fantasies. She would come home in the morning, strip naked, get out her oils and her dildo, lay in the bed and fantasize about what was happening in her dream right now.

 In her dream she lifted her head from sucking Jillian to look into the man's blazing eyes. Licking her full lips, she begged him to fuck her brains out. Her face dipped back down between Jillian's thighs and, moaning into her cousin's drenched pussy, she ate her with renewed abandon. 

 Jillian was the first to come. She bucked and wailed, drizzling sticky juice all over her cousin's face. Suddenly, Cindy felt the big cock in her jerk and clearly sensed giant jets of thick cum spurting deep within her. The huge orgasms before and behind her triggered Cindy's, and she began to come and come and come.

  In the real world, Cindy's hand had busily worked her little shorts down her hips, partially exposing her little pussy. Her shirt, thanks to all the squirming, had also ridden up higher. Cindy's creamy breasts were not completely exposed, but her hardened nipples were visible much of the time.

 Michael watched his wife writhe in her sleep, listened to her low, sexually-charged moaning, and noticed her fingers alternating between fast and slow masturbation. Cindy was dripping, that was for sure, the wet sounds were easier to hear than his wife's moans.

 Michael's hand stroked much more slowly. Continuing the pace he'd been maintaining would have resulted in an orgasm for certain, and Michael wanted to watch this entire show. At that time, however, Cindy began to cum. Michael threw caution aside and jacked his cock hard and fast as he watched his wife's whimpering, bucking orgasm. Semen spurted out the end of Michael's dick in big, arching jets. Gob after gob flew through the air and onto the bedroom carpet. The last bits, however, simply oozed from the tip of Michael's cock and rolled down the side of his hand. Doubled over with the strength of his orgasm, Michael tasted the last tingling sensation, his cum-covered hand gripping his cock, which now became hyper-sensitive, although still somewhat hard. Cindy was awake and watching him from their bed. 

 They smiled at each other.



Quattro Ch. 02



Cindy had to work that night. She was trying very hard to be all business, but it was more than a little difficult, as she was on shift with her big, black, male co-worker. He had always been friendly with her, but thoroughly professional. She knew he was married, and had even seen his pretty black wife a time or two. The problem was that, for the past two months or so, she had been dreamily fantasizing about fucking him. Yes, he had still been friendly but professional, but Cindy had increasingly begun giving him "looks." Those kind of "looks."

 Cindy knew that those kinds of "looks" inevitably brought a response from any male who received them, and her co-worker was no exception. He had begun looking back about a week ago. Nothing had been said, but whenever Curt...that was his name...whenever Curt gave her one of those new, smoky looks, Cindy's nipples hardened and her pussy moistened. And Cindy looked back at him, right into his eyes. Still, though, nothing had been said.

 The whole situation just made Cindy uncomfortable. She had never told Michael of her fantasies. She absolutely loved their three-way sessions with Richie, and she figured Michael had been more than generous in fulfilling Cindy's ravenous sexual appetites by providing an extra cock. So, why was she even fantasizing about this other man? She already knew the answer. She was an extremely sexual girl, almost always ready for sex, especially if it meant a new experience. God, Curt would be a deliciously new experience! He was big, broad, muscular and oh so black! She shivered. Her nipples stiffened and her pussy began to throb, and Curt wasn't even around at the moment. Then, there he was.

 Cindy was finishing up taking vitals on a very sleepy post-op patient when Curt breezed into the room with some medication. Cindy tried to smile and slip out of the room when Curt caught her gaze. The steamy look into her eyes made Cindy ache.

  It was lunchtime. The middle of the night, but still lunchtime at the hospital for her. She usually ate in the breakroom, but decided to walk downstairs to an area of the hospital that was undergoing a remodel. The work was nearly done, but the area had not been opened as yet. Frankly, Cindy was afraid to eat in the breakroom. Curt would be taking his lunch soon, too, and she just didn't trust herself not to say or do something that would take things somewhere she was not at all certain she wanted them to go. 

 She sat quietly reading a magazine in a nearly empty patient room and tried not to think about sex. Unfortunately, there were all kinds of articles about sex in the magazine. Cindy was throbbing and very, very wet. Curt walked into the room. 

 "Oh, shit!" Cindy thought, but what she said was, "Do I need to come back early?"

 Curt laughed heartily, "No, no, nothing like that. I just wondered where you went. I didn't see you in the breakroom."

 "Oh, I just decided to come down here for lunch. It's quiet." Cindy was more nervous than she could remember. She'd never been alone with Curt like this. There had always been other people around in one way or another.

 "Mind if I join you?"

 "Please, be my guest." She noticed, though, he didn't have a lunch with him.

 "So, how's school going for Michael?" Curt knew about Michael, and had even talked with him briefly a few times.

 "Fine." Cindy didn't know what to say, and she definitely didn't want to babble. She looked at Curt, but generally avoided his eyes. Still, her breathing was becoming rapid, as was her pulse.

 "Good. Good," Curt's eyes were looking up and down her frame. It was silly, though, because Cindy was wearing scrubs, and they certainly revealed nothing of her generous, feminine curves.

 This entire section of the hospital was quite silent, very different from any other section of the facility, which was...even in the night...bustling with at least some activity and noise. The silence was very stark. It was the silence that betrayed Cindy. Curt could both see and hear her rapid breathing. Then his eyes locked on hers. Cindy was no longer in control.

 "Get up," Curt commanded. Cindy obeyed, but just stood there.

 Curt moved just slightly, "Come over here."

  Cindy walked over and stood before him. He was head and shoulders above her. He put his large, ebony hands on her shoulders and moved her next to the wall. He stepped closer, his eyes still completely locked on hers. He pressed his very large, very hard body quite against hers, then bent down and kissed her. Cindy whimpered. Her arms wound round him and her tongue slid right into his mouth. She shuddered as she felt his very, very thick, large and increasingly hard dick against her mid-section.

 Curt's hands found easy access to Cindy through and into her scrubs. Quickly the drawstring on her bottoms was undone and the light material dropped to her ankles. His hands spread across her hips and her ass. He felt her legs and ran his hands up her sides, drinking in the sensation of her soft, creamy skin. His fingers, surprisingly agile, flicked open her modest bra and Curt discovered her firm breasts and rock hard nipples. Cindy moaned into his mouth.

 Curt's thumbs insinuated themselves into the waistband of her bikini pants and roughly shoved them partway down her hips. As one hand caressed her belly and breasts, the other pressed insistently against her mound. The firm, but not harsh pressure was intensely pleasurable to Cindy and she ground her pelvis against his carefully placed fingers. Curt could feel the heat and moisture there. 

 The hand that had been caressing Cindy's body now moved to undo the drawstring of Curt's bottoms and his, too, fell to his ankles. He released one of Cindy's arms from around his neck and placed her little hand on his monstrous cock. She gripped the hot shaft and began to jack the thick, black dick. Curt's hips thrust against her and she moaned into his mouth again.

 Suddenly, Curt moved both his hands and pushed on Cindy's shoulders, "Suck my dick," he said in a very commanding, but quiet voice. Cindy instantly stepped out of her panties and scrub bottoms. She wadded them into a makeshift cushion and dropped quickly to her knees before him and started to eat his cock.

 As Curt slowly fucked her mouth, Cindy used her own hands to caress herself. She squeezed her breasts, tweaked her nipples and ran her own hands all over her body until she could stand it no longer. One hand began to rub her clit while one finger of the other hand slipped into her cunt. Curt fucked her mouth. Cindy fucked her own pussy. They both rocked in a synchronized fucking motion, and both became increasingly excited.

 "You been thinkin' about this, ain't you?" Curt asked.

 Cindy, her voice muffled by the huge cock in her mouth managed "Mmm Hmm."

 "Yeah, I could tell." He hissed softly, "Suck that cock. You like it?"

 This time Cindy could only whimper.

 "Eat me, baby. You my little white cocksucker?"

 This time Cindy almost squealed, but once again managed to make a noise, "Mmm Hmm."

 Cindy squealed again when Curt placed his hands firmly on her head and urged his meat deeper into her hungry mouth. His fingers began to twine into her thick hair, and this made Cindy even hotter. She could now feel the barest beginnings of her own orgasm. Curt's cock twitched against her cheeks and he sighed.

 In the meantime, Cindy fucked herself furiously, allowing herself to draw closer to cumming, as she could tell that her black lover was getting very close himself. His thrusting hips picked up speed.

 "Eat that cock, you little whore!" he hissed and groaned, "You my little white whore?"

 This time, Cindy popped the black dick out of her mouth and, gazing directly into his eyes, she licked her lips and said, "Yes." She gripped the base of Curt's shaft hard and, licking the length of it, eased her full lips over the head and returned to sucking. Both of Cindy's hands returned to masturbating and Curt began to grunt and thrust like an animal.

 Cindy came first. It started as small ripples, but built into tsunami waves of orgasms. Multiple, increasingly gigantic breaker-waves of cumming. Her mouth full, her shrieks were muffled, but her mouth clamped hard onto the cock with which she had stuffed her mouth. She sucked, drawing harder than ever on the hot, musky, throbbing meat. 

 Curt's hands gripped hanks of her hair and he pulled Cindy's face right into his groin as the first thick jet of cum jetted against the back of her throat. No sound escaped the big, black man, but his body locked into a rigid pose, muscles in his calves, abdomen and arms rippling and flexed tight. Curt's entire being was laser-focused directly into the scalding hot, sucking mouth clamped onto his spurting, spasming dick. He poured spurt after spurt of ropy cum into Cindy's greedy, gulping mouth. She drank it all, swallowing gratefully as her hands, now free from fucking herself, gently caressed the back of Curt's thighs and lovingly touched his muscled ass. She sucked and sucked until the very last drops of her new master's semen drizzled onto her tongue. Then she stood, naked from the waist down, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply with her mouth, still sticky with his copious ejaculate.



 That same evening, after Cindy left for work, Michael was staring down the tunnel of a long, lonely night. He had no idea where Jillian might be, or if she would be there at all. On that note, he called his friend, Richie. Richie was looking at a similarly lonely night, so he agreed to come over.

 Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door. Michael opened it to the sight of his friend, a DVD in one hand and two bottles of wine in a shopping bag in the other.

 "Come on in, dude," said Michael. "I recognize the bottles, but what's the DVD?"

 "I have absolutely no imagination, so we're about to watch 'Office Space' for the umpteenth time."

 As it was one of Michael's favorite all-time films, he didn't mind. Michael got two glasses from the kitchen and the two settled in.

 The movie was half over when Jillian suddenly arrived. She didn't notice the movie, but spied the open wine bottle immediately. She picked up the bottle, from which the guys had only poured one glass each, and pronounced it more than acceptable.

 "There's another bottle in the fridge," announced Michael.

 "Great!" said Jillian, "I'll just go change and then I'll join you."

 Michael went to get a glass for Jillian and then rejoined Richie on the floor. Jillian came out of the bedroom right after and, pouring herself some wine, joined them on the floor. She, too, had seen the movie, but laughed along with the guys as they watched. All three began to drink and soon had to go retrieve the second bottle.

 The movie was almost over. Between the wine and the long day, Michael was getting sleepy. Jillian and Richie talked in low voices, which caused Michael to begin drifting off. He was soon asleep.

 Jillian poured herself and Richie yet another glass of wine, "Let's watch something else," she said.

 "Like what?" asked Richie.

 "I don't know, let's see what's here." Jillian rummaged in the drawers of the entertainment center on which the TV rested, pulling out a DVD at random. She popped out "Office Space" and replaced it with the unmarked disc. It was a porno, and Jillian giggled into her hand. Richie's eyes, meanwhile, were wide.

 "I probably shouldn't watch this," said Jillian quietly, trying not to disturb Michael, "I get really horny and slutty when I drink wine."

 "You what?" askedd Richie, his eyes even wider.

 Jillian acted as if she hadn't heard the question, "Check it out," she said, pointing at the TV. On screen, a pair of buxom porno queens were making out as one of them fucked herself with a huge dildo.

 "Shit," Richie said, and sipped a little more of his wine. Jillian, by contrast, gulped the rest of her glass and poured another.

 Nothing more was said for a time. The sex rolled across the television, Jillian drank and watched in rapt attention, Richie gazed at Jillian's lush body, and Michael slept silently.

 Jillian was pleasantly drunk. She wasn't kidding before, when she'd told Richie that wine made her horny. She was really horny right now. Jillian liked porn when she was sober. When she'd had a few glasses of wine she wanted to fuck. When she drank wine and watched porn she wanted to fuck right now. Richie was looking very good to Jillian at this moment.

 She knew he was looking at her. That's the reason why, with the hand that was not holding her wine glass, she began to lightly touch her pussy through her shorts. A sly glance to the side confirmed that Richie had noticed. A second glance told her that his cock was getting pretty hard. Good.

 Suddenly Jillian rose from the floor. "I gotta pee," she whispered. Richie just looked at her. She slipped off to the bathroom and, after taking care of the peeing business, she grabbed one of Cindy's bottles of lubricant, took off her bra and returned to the living room. As she seated herself, though, she was closer to Richie than before. Jillian wanted something, and she was quite certain she could have it.

 Another sip of wine. Her eyes fixed on the screen where there was some really hot fucking. Jillian rubbed her pussy some more as Richie watched her. She polished off the last of her wine and then rolled to the side and whispered into Richie's ear, "I want you to fuck me."

 Being as quiet as possible, Michael snoozing on the floor nearby, Jillian and Richie shed their clothes and wrapped their bodies together. They moved easily into a "69" position. Richie sucked Jillian's swollen clit as she slurped his cock in and out of her mouth. Richie thought himself very, very fortunate. Not only was he thoroughly enjoying Jillian's voracious sexuality, but he had been fucking Cindy enough lately that he was not running on a hair trigger. He would be able to take his time and thoroughly satisfy the lush, sensual Jillian.

 She pulled away at that moment and turned herself face-to-face with Richie. She kissed him hungrily and rubbed her body against his, feeling the wetness of her saliva on his cock as it rubbed against her belly.

 Licking his mouth, Jillian whispered again into Richie's ear, "I want you to play with my ass and then I want you to ass fuck me."

 It was like an electric shock to Richie. It wasn't as if he hadn't done it. In fact, he'd had his cock in Cindy's ass this past week. It was just the idea of this totally sexual woman, Cindy's cousin no less, literally asking to be fucked up the ass. Meanwhile, she was already on her knees, offering it up.

 Richie crawled up behind Jillian and ran his hands over her smooth, white ass. He gently squeezed her cheeks and then gripped them harder, which brought a moan from Jillian. Richie could hear the wet sounds of her fingers playing with her cunt as he touched and toyed with her proffered bottom. Suddenly, Jillian gasped as she felt Richie's tongue come into direct contact with her puckered asshole. Richie tongued and licked all around as his hands continued to touch, squeeze and pinch places all over Jillian's soft, white ass.

 "There's a bottle of lubricant on the table," she whispered and moaned at the very same time.

 Richie quickly snatched it and began to oil and lubricate the entirety of Jillian's generous behind. Teasingly, he anointed her anus and prodded it slightly with the tip of his finger. This brought a moan from her that Richie worried might awaken Michael. He glanced over there quickly. Nope. Still out. Good. 

 Richie began to finger-fuck Jillian's ass. She loved it. She wiggled and writhed back against Richie's finger. Jillian masturbated herself furiously and the sighs and moans from the porno kept time with the real live sex. Richie inserted a second finger, and Jillian loved it even more. A third finger brought Jillian to the point of begging.

 "Fuck me in the ass," she pleaded, "I want your cock up my ass. Please."

 Richie carefully positioned himself behind her. He rubbed the head of his cock against her thoroughly greasy entrance. Jillian was moaning a little too loudly now, but Richie didn't notice. He started to push as Jillian humped back and, just like that, his cock head disappeared into Jillian's very hot, very tight asshole. God, It felt good! Richie savored the sensation of intense heat and the gripping, squeezing pressure of the lush blonde's anal cavity massaging and pressing on the head of his dick. Richie pushed again and half the shaft of his dick slid in to join the head. Jillian writhed and humped back and, suddenly, Richie's cock was buried to the hilt and his abdomen was rubbing against the cheeks of Jillian's now bucking and fucking backside.

 Just as Richie thought, "I'm not going to be able to keep this up for as long as I thought," he realized that Michael was wide awake and watching them. 

 "Oh, shit!" Richie spouted without any thought, "Michael!"

 Jillian laughed. The sensation on Richie's cock was interesting. It didn't lessen his hard-on. "That's good," Richie thought, "But her laughing feels pretty weird," Richie thought to himself.

 A teasing tenor in her voice, Jillian smiled as she fucked, and she looked right at Michael as she said, "You like what you see?"

 Michael just stared. Finally, he nodded quite absently. Jillian laughed again and writhed against Richie's cock buried in her ass. She was still playing with her pussy. Her hips wiggled lasciviously. Jillian really liked Michael seeing her get fucked up the ass. She really, really liked it.

 "Is your dick hard, Michael?" she asked.

 He nodded again.

 "Take off all your clothes and put your dick in my mouth," Jillian smiled again and writhed against Richie's abdomen, "I want you to come in my mouth at the same time Richie shoots in my ass."

 Michael watched the fucking going on before him as he slid out of his clothes. "God, what a sight!" he thought. There, right before him, was his best friend slowly sliding his dick in and out of Jillian's plump, white ass. Jillian, voluptuous and blonde, was belly down on the floor. Her pretty face was pressed against the carpet looking toward him as he stripped. She was smiling at him, a thoroughly mischievous gleam in her eyes. Richie's dick slid up her ass to the hilt and suddenly, Jillian's gleaming eyes fluttered closed and a long, low moan escaped her full lips. With that, Michael moved, naked now, close to her head.

Jillian raised herself up to her hands and knees. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and licked the entirety of Michael's rigid cock. She engulfed it with her hungry mouth and sucked it as Richie continued to pump in and out of Jillian's deliciously fat ass. Jillian, propped now on just one arm, rubbed her clit and whimpered, her mouth full. Grinding back hard on Richie's cock and wiggling and writhing, Jillian was nearly out of her mind with lust. Michael's dick was pulsing in her mouth. She could feel him holding back his cum. Meanwhile, Richie's dick was hard as concrete. She could feel the rigidity as it eased in and out of her ass, and the sensation it created when she squirmed back and forth while Richie was deeply embedded in her was indescribable. It was more than Jillian could handle. She began to shudder and come. Jillian didn't just come, she was overwhelmed by waves and waves of orgasms. Thundering, crashing explosions of intense sensations that threatened to wash her into unconsciousness.

The clamping and spasming of Jillian's anal muscles gripped and sucked the cum right out of Richie, who had been desperately trying to hold off. Wads of thick cum shot deeply up into Jillian's ass. Michael, meanwhile, felt Jillian's orgasms via the strong sucking it inspired. Cindy's voluptuous blonde cousin clamped her entire mouth down on Michael's twitching cock as she came, and her tongue wrapped across the head and shaft as she drew deeply, almost crying as she moaned in pleasure. The potent sensation of Jillian's steaming hot mouth on Michael, coupled with the feelings her multiple orgasms were transferring to his dick, sparked his own explosive climax. Huge, ropy gobs of thick cum spurted into Jillian's greedy mouth. Jet after jet covered her tongue and filled her cheeks. She drew every drop from both men as she continued to have orgasms, lessening in intensity after some little time, but still there were increasingly smaller waves of pleasure pouring over and through her body, even as both men began to go soft in her orifices. Finally, Jillian collapsed all the way to the floor. In fact, all three fell together into a sexually satisfied pile on the floor. The sex on TV, however, just kept on.     




Quattro Ch. 02



Cindy was truly conflicted. On the one hand, she felt guilty as hell for fucking Curt behind Michael's back. She had never, ever told him about her attraction for Curt, nor her fantasies about him. She just didn't know how he would react. Now, she had sucked Curt's cock. Much more than that, she had exploded in orgasm while doing it, and had told Curt she was now his little whore! The worst thing was that she had meant it. She knew that she would allow the big, black nurse to do absolutely anything to her that he wanted, anytime he wanted.  Yes, that made her feel very, very guilty. All of this was a complete secret from Michael, from everybody. 

 On the other hand, she loved the whole idea of the secrecy. This was her own, little fantasy come true. After all the secret masturbation, the dreams, the furtive looks between Curt and herself, something had finally happened. And it was delicious! In fact, just thinking through these things had made Cindy's little pussy tingle and throb.

 It was the day after her encounter with Curt in the construction area of the hospital. Cindy did not have to work that night, and she had just awakened. Michael was at school and the apartment was silent, empty but for herself unless Jillian was in the house. If she was, she was making no noise.

 Cindy lay in bed sorting through the events of last night, but the insistent throbbing of her clit was making things very hard for her. The way Curt had commanded her. The way she had willingly dropped to her knees before him. The sensation of his bulging black prick filling her mouth with its meat. The taste and feel of it in her mouth. The way he had looked down on her and watched her finger-fuck herself. The hot gobs of cum that spurted into her mouth, thick and bitter on her tongue. The waves of orgasm triggered by the whole experience.

 As she remembered these things, Cindy stripped off her little T-shirt and, naked, sprawled across her bed. With one hand she strummed her swollen clit. With the other she plunged her forefinger in and out of her sticky pussy. Quietly whimpering, she humped and wiggled on the bed until, once again, she achieved those delicious breakers of orgasm that swept across her being.

 She lay on the bed, dreamy and satisfied....for the moment. The guilt returned then, but the thrill of the secret was still with her. She resolved to keep her mouth entirely shut, and to just see where all this went. She had probably two more days before she would work with Curt. Anticipation was already causing a few fresh tingles.

  Jillian was, at that moment, leaving a meeting with her prospective new employer. The offer that had been made was not what she really wanted. The pay was less than she'd hoped, but that wasn't the major problem with the deal. It was the job description. Jillian's present job with the same company paid her a little more than this branch was offering, but the position here required her to assume additional responsibilities for the slightly lower pay. In addition, Jillian wasn't at all certain she would like the people with whom she'd be working. That was saying a lot, since Jillian almost always got along with people. It was rare she didn't like someone. 

 This was going to be a tough decision. She really wanted to move back here to her hometown, but was it worth the price? Jillian decided to go have lunch and think it all through.

  Cindy had things to do today. She and Michael were almost out of groceries, so she got cleaned up and took off to the store. She was feeling especially sexy and so she dressed that way in tight little denim shorts that showed off her perfectly round ass, and a low-cut top that, worn with a push-up bra, displayed the creamy tops of her breasts. Cindy would enjoy being looked at today. She was really in the mood.

 Pushing her cart through the supermarket brought Cindy's mind back to the mundane, the shopping list, the business at hand. She wasn't even truly aware that chill air near the freezer cases had caused her nipples to become very erect. There were a number of men in the store, both shopping and working. They were acutely aware of the pretty, curvy brunette in shorts and a low-cut top.

 A voice from behind her caused Cindy to stop short.

 "Now, that's a beautiful sight."

 Cindy turned in response to the deep, baritone voice. There, towering over her was Curt, a broad, white smile covering his strong-jawed, black features. Her eyes wide, Cindy just didn't know what to say, and so, meekly, she simply said, "Hi."

 "Hi, yourself, beautiful," Curt responded, still smiling.

 "Are you here by yourself?" asked Cindy.

 "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am."

 "Where's your wife?"

 "Dallas, Texas," Curt answered, "She works for a pharmaceutical company and has to go different places about every six weeks or so. She'll be back on Sunday."

 "Oh," Cindy was still surprised, and now she was nervous.

 "What about you? Where's your husband?"

 "Michael?" Cindy was starting to become embarrassed. She felt like she was acting a shy fool, "Oh, he's got classes and then he has to work in the Nursing Department office."

 "Looks like we're both all alone, then," there was dancing mischief in Curt's eyes now. Cindy felt as though the man's eyes had already ripped all her clothes off, which made her even more embarrassed.

 Cindy half-turned back to her cart, "Well, it was nice to see you. I'd better finish my shopping and get these groceries in the house."

 Curt had a small carry-basket with a few, small items in one of his large hands, with the other he stretched his long arm out and gripped the handle of Cindy's cart, covering her small, white hand, "These groceries will keep just fine in my refrigerator until we finish what we started last night." With that, he took a step forward and leaned down, his large body now almost pressed against Cindy. With his breath on her neck and his mouth touching her left ear, Curt whispered, "I need my little, white whore right now."

 The sensation of his body against her, the breathy whisper in her ear sent a powerful thrill all through her. A jolt of a different kind followed. Michael. Jillian. Rapid-fire thought.

 "We have to make a stop first," Cindy said, looking right into her lover's eyes.

  This was his long day, and Michael hated it when that day corresponded to one of Cindy's days off. Richie didn't have any classes today at all, so Michael had to take the bus home after finishing up work.

 Trudging up the stairs, Michael dug in his pocket for his door key. He opened the door to his apartment and called to see if Cindy or Jillian were there. Nothing but silence.

 He made his way to the bedroom and deposited his keys and wallet on the dresser, then made for the kitchen. As he reached for a soda, Michael spotted a note attached by magnet to the refrigerator door, "Went to the grocery store and to do some other errands. I'll probably be gone quite a while. Love. Cindy."

 Michael shrugged and went back to the bedroom, stripping to just his boxers. Taking his soda, he went to the living room. He plopped onto the couch, propped his feet on the coffee table, and switched on ESPN. With a long sigh, Michael relaxed and, within five minutes, fell into a deep sleep sitting on the couch.

  Before Jillian had finished her lunch she had decided not to take the job. It just didn't make sense. The fact that she lived elsewhere didn't mean she could never visit home and, who knew, in the future things might change. Another job could open up here. This offer just wasn't the one she wanted. There was nothing really wrong with the job she had now, except it was in another, somewhat distant city. That's all. She would head back to it tomorrow, and her boss would be glad of it. The relief was instant. As she started back toward Cindy and Michael's apartment she felt lighter, better.

 Jillian was quiet as she moved up the staircase, key in hand. She could hear the television as she entered, and quickly spotted Michael, who was sound asleep on the couch. She smiled wryly as she noticed him in his boxers. As she passed through the kitchen, Jillian spied the note from Cindy, another smile.

 Jillian knew she was living dangerously, but that's the way she was. Continuing in "stealth mode," she undressed. Naked, she moved into the living room and settled on the floor directly in front of the sleeping Michael.

 Michael was slouched to one side, his legs splayed. This made the fly of his boxers gap, and his flaccid penis peeked out slightly. Jillian's soft hand touched it ever so lightly, her fingers feather light as she stroked it and drew it more completely from the material. The flesh of Michael's cock began to swell at the contact, but he continued to sleep.

 Jillian continued to use light fingertip touches to tease Michael, and he responded with ever-increasing swelling. The entire situation was making Jillian wet and, with her other hand, she began to touch herself, her breasts, her belly, her thighs and her pussy. Light touches, whispery stroking of Michael's turgid cock. It was fully erect and starting to pulse. Michael, himself, was beginning to stir and moan in his sleep.

 Jillian was busily masturbating herself now, her forefinger thrumming her clit. With her other hand she offered more specific attention to Michael's throbbing cock, focusing on the sensitive area below the head and on the head itself, which now began to ooze small amounts of pre-cum. Jillian noticed Michael gently thrusting his hips in response to her ministrations.

 She stopped stroking him, shifted up to her knees and, dipping her head, took him in her mouth. Michael was then quite awake.

 The sight of Jillian's voluptuous, naked body. Her mouth clamped around his cock. Her large breasts rubbing his thighs. Her hand fingering her pussy. It was all too delicious. The similarities between his wife and her cousin were unmistakable, but there were real differences, too. Jillian was very blonde, while Cindy had dark hair. Jillian's breasts were large, while Cindy's were not small, but more round and pert. Jillian's coloring was lighter, pale, while Cindy's skin was truly cream-colored. Jillian was taller, larger framed. Cindy had hazel eyes. Jillian's were blue, and they were gazing directly into Michael's right now.

 Michael gripped Jillian's bobbing head and stopped her. He had to do that or he would have pumped cum into her mouth at that moment. He slid off the couch and knelt facing her. Their bodies pressed together, he kissed her deeply. 

 Michael ran his hands all over Jillian's body, especially her large, smooth ass. Their tongues entwined, and Jillian moaned into Michael's mouth. He slowly lowered her back onto the floor and, kissing his way down her front, rolled his tongue over her surprisingly large, pulsing clit.

  Curt carried Cindy's groceries into his house and placed them in his refrigerator. He turned to see Cindy standing just inside the door. She looked uncertain. The big, broad-shouldered, black man walked purposefully across the room and pinned her to the wall with his body. He leaned down and kissed her. 

 The sensation of being flattened against a wall by this man made Cindy hot instantly. His mouth on hers sent shudders all through her and her hips thrust against his without a single thought on her part. This heat was chemical. Cindy wanted him to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her.

 After a few minutes of passionate kissing and groping against that wall in the kitchen, Curt took Cindy by the hand and led her to his bedroom. Still mostly clothed, they kissed and groped some more, but this time in a more prone position. Not long after, Curt whispered in Cindy's ear that he wanted her to strip for him, and this she did. It wasn't really a strip tease, her clothing came off too fast, but the entire time Cindy's eyes were locked on those of her lover. When her bra came off, Cindy squeezed her breasts and rolled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. When her panties were kicked away, Cindy's hands stroked the insides of her thighs. She then placed one knee on the bed and, before mounting to join Curt, she inserted a finger inside herself. Pulling it out, she stuck the juicy finger right into Curt's mouth for him to taste. Then she began to practically rip Curt's clothing from his body.

 Their naked bodies writhed against each other, and the contrast of skin color was dramatic. Cindy's creamy body and Curt's dark, glistening ebony. Her soft, curvy body was enveloped by his large, muscular frame. Her small, white hand couldn't quite wrap all the way around the thickness of Curt's massive prick, but she stroked it's shaft as she kissed him and rubbed her skin against his.

 Curt then rose above her on his knees. He reached to a bedside table, opened a drawer and removed a set of restraints. Cindy let him tie her hands to the bedframe, and then secure her ankles. She was spread-eagle naked on his bed, completely helpless. This situation made her hotter than any she could remember. Curt slowly smeared oil all over her body, paying particular attention to her breasts, thighs and legs. Lying between her widely spread legs, he touched and squeezed her breasts as he sucked her to a shuddering orgasm. Usually, Cindy needed a break after an orgasm like that, but she was just as excited after as she had been when they had begun.

 Still completely restrained, Cindy watched as Curt moved back to his knees, and she watched as he gripped his massive, black cock in his hand and guided it to her drenched pussy. The sensation of the huge, blue-black head of Curt's dick beginning to penetrate her sent Cindy into a frenzy, and she experienced a number of tiny orgasms even before he was fully seated within her. Then he began to stroke in and out, slowly, intensely, deeply. Cindy had never in her life felt so completely fucked as at that moment. There were more little orgasms. Then Curt really started to fuck her. Still holding back, the large, black man pumped steadily in and out of Cindy's hot, pink pussy. Her vulnerability, coupled with the sight of this man's complete enthrallment with her lush body and sex, drew Cindy into increasing heights of sexual frenzy. She began to writhe uncontrollably against the restraints securing her to the bedframe. Her twisting and moaning drew Curt along with her and, before too many more minutes passed, Curt was struggling to hold back his own orgasm, and he eased himself down on top of the undulating white girl beneath him.

 Stretched fully on her body, Curt felt the smooth, hot skin rubbing vigorously against his own. The sweat popping out on his chest just added to the excitement, and Cindy began to emit little whimpers. Curt covered her mouth with his own, but she continued the noises, muffled by their deep kisses. She bucked against him now, and Curt's fucking became harder and faster. Cindy felt as though she were pinned and thoroughly impaled by the big, black body. The orgasms rippled all through her body. Curt felt them, too. Cindy's pulsing little pussy repeatedly clenched the thick, black prick as it pumped in and out. It was too much for him, and Curt groaned deeply into Cindy's hungry mouth and came.

 It was a long, intense and powerful orgasm, matched by a flurry of Cindy's own climaxes but, finally, Curt collapsed on top of Cindy. Their mouths slowly parted. Curt's spent dick slid out of Cindy's sticky pussy, and streams of semen drizzled out onto Cindy's thighs and ass.

 Cindy chuckled at the feeling, but quickly grunted and said, "Okay, I can't breathe here. You have to get off me and, please, get me untied, okay?"

 Curt swiftly rolled to the side and leapt to the corners of the bed, removing the restraints. He rubbed Cindy's wrists and ankles, then leapt right back into bed and, sliding next to her, wrapped himself about her with a gentle kiss.

 They lay entwined in each others arms, kissing from time to time. Curt finally rolled onto his back and said, "You are an absolutely delicious fuck, you know that?"

 "Well, thank you, sir," Cindy answered with a smile, "You're pretty tasty yourself."

 "I hope you're not worried about your husband or my wife," Curt said, a bit more solemn tone here.

 "Ah, so," Cindy responded, "The dreaded topic rears its ugly head."

 "No, seriously, I want to get this out in the open," Curt rolled to his side and faced Cindy. She turned to face him, as well. "Now, this is going to sound like some line, but my wife and I really do have an open marriage. In fact, I'm sure she's fucking someone in Dallas right now."

 "Ooh, do you have competition? I, personally, think you're up to the challenge if you do."

 "It's not like that," Curt answered, "In fact, she's probably fucking a woman."

 "What?"

 "Cherise, that's my wife's name, by the way, really prefers girls. I mean, don't get me wrong, she fucks guys, too. I mean, she fucks me all the time, right? But, when she's out on the road, she really has a taste for girls. That's just how she is."

 "No kidding?"

 "No kidding. Last year I took some time off and went with her to Dallas, and she shared one of her little hotties with me in the hotel."

 "I'd like to hear more about that," said Cindy, as she slid her hand up and down Curt's broad expanse of chest. "It sounds pretty interesting," as she made that comment her hand slid further down and wended its way through his stiff, wiry pubic hair. She found that Curt's big, black cock was swelling back to hardness. Cindy looked up into his eyes and smiled, "Mmmm. Is that for me?"

 "I'll tell you about Cherise and my adventures some other time. Right now..." and his voice trailed off.

 Cindy pushed him off his elbow and onto his back. She slid out from beneath the covers and engulfed his cock in her mouth. She loved the feeling of its growing thickness, the taste of her own pussy and his cum, and really loved the way it became completely rigid as she rolled her tongue over the head and shaft.

 This time, Curt sat up and, placing his hands on her waist, rolled Cindy over onto her belly. He palmed the oil from the bedside table and began to apply it liberally to her soft, plump bottom. At the same time Curt stroked his stiff prick with an oily hand. Before he slid his cock into her, Cindy bunched a couple of pillows beneath her tummy. She wiggled her oily ass at him, and he sidled up behind her and eased his big cock up into her still-sticky pussy and slowly, very slowly, fucked her doggy-style.

 Cindy gripped the bedsheets with her fists and moaned loudly into the mattress. If possible, this fuck was even better than the first, and Cindy fought hard to keep from coming too soon. Curt's hands roamed her sides and carressed her ass. Then, a surprise. one of his fingers began to lightly massage her puckered brown hole. This sent Cindy into a complete frenzy. Her ass was one of her most potent erogenous zones, and Curt seemed to know exactly how much pressure to apply. She nearly bucked him out of her pussy.

 "Omigod! Omigod!" Cindy cried, writhing and humping at the sensation Curt created.

 "You like that?" asked Curt.

 Cindy hissed, "Oh, God, yes! It's delicious!"

 Curt added a little more oil to his hands and continued to finger her ass. Then, he dipped one finger just inside the opening. Cindy cried out pitiably. She was fighting with all her might to keep from coming. The fuck was still slow, each stroke long and deep. One finger began to fuck her ass simultaneously. Long, slow strokes of the big prick. The finger fucked her ass in the same fashion.

 Suddenly, Cindy turned her head back toward Curt, "Oh, God," she said breathlessly, "I want you to fuck me in the ass. Do it."

 "Is that what you want?" he asked.

 "Yes!" Cindy rasped, "Yes! I want your big, hard dick all the way up my ass!"




Quattro Ch. 02



"You my little white whore?"

 "Yes! Oh, God! Yes!"

 "Tell me, and I'll ass-fuck you."

 At this, Cindy wailed pitiably. She said nothing for a moment, then, "Oh, please, fuck me in the ass! I'm your little, white whore! I'll let you do anything to me that you want! Please, fuck me in the ass! Please!"

 Curt eased his dick from her pussy, but kept finger-fucking her ass. With his free hand, Curt oiled his now-sticky cock. Then, he slid his finger from her ass and began to press the rock-hard, lubricated head of his dick against the hole. Slowly, he eased just the tip inside.

 Cindy wailed, trying desperately to hold still, and not to come. The head was just inside her, stretching her hole wide. The shaft slowly, very slowly, followed. Half an inch. An inch and a half. Two. Three. In time, Curt's entire cock was buried in Cindy's ass to the hilt. He didn't move at all. Cindy could feel his thighs and belly pressed against her. She softly wailed, pitiably, wordlessly. She didn't move either, but she knew she was completely stuffed full of cock, and her ass felt stretched to the limit. Curt eased his massive prick out about half way, then slid it slowly back in. Slowly out almost to the tip. Slowly back in. If they hadn't fucked just a short time before, neither one could have held off the tide of orgasm. Even so, it was difficult.

 Curt had never enjoyed ass fucking this much, and Curt really loved performing anal on a girl. The walls of this round, fat ass gripped his prick like no other ever had. For her part, Cindy had never fucked a guy with a dick this big. Michael and Richie both had average-sized dicks, Richie's was a little slimmer, but it always got so hard. Curt's cock, though, was long, fat and unbelievably hard. Best of all, he knew so well how to use it. This slow, deep fucking was the absolute best she'd ever experienced, and she wasn't going to be able to hold off her orgasm much longer.

 Carefully controlling his motion, Curt began to stroke Cindy's ass with his cock just a little faster. Still deep and long, but the pace eased up. There was a point where Cindy's button seemed to be pushed and she went wild. She writhed, clutching handfuls of sheet. She wailed loudly. 

 "Oh, God!" Cindy howled, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

 Her ass humped up and down, back and forth. She totally lost it. Wave after gigantic wave of orgasm washed through her body. Curt felt the walls of Cindy's ass clench his prick. He was in the process of sliding the shaft out, but now sensed his own orgasm urging itself forward. With a harsh grunt, Curt pumped back into her hard, then stroked in and out roughly, pounding his body against Cindy's wildly gyrating ass and thighs. 

 Their orgasms were wild and uncontrolled. Cindy slammed back against Curt just as he pounded forward into her. Their bodies rigid, they rode their mutual coming just grinding against each other, joined hard and tight. Finally, they collapsed. Curt dropped right down on top of Cindy's back. His weight crushing her limp body into the mattress.

 "Ooof," Cindy rasped, "Okay, you're doing it again. You've gotta get off so I can breathe."

 "Sorry," Curt said, breathlessly, and rolled off onto his back beside her.

 Cindy lay there on her belly. She said nothing. Curt heard her breathing become very regular a minute or two later. He realized she had fallen asleep.

Jillian's clit was fat, swollen and pulsing in Michael's mouth. It was so large that he sucked it like it was a tiny cock, but very gently. This was driving the plump blonde on the floor before him absolutely crazy. She writhed, her head moving from side to side. She moaned loudly and clutched her hands at the side of her head. Still, Michael stayed with her and felt her hot cunt drizzle cum juice into his mouth. 

 Jillian was not finished, however. Suddenly she stopped moving , and reached down to grip Michael's head. She lifted it as she looked at him, "Let's go in the bedroom."

 They rose to their feet and embraced in a passionate kiss. The taste of her own pussy all over Michael's mouth only served to make Jillian hornier.

 They were at the bedside within a few steps. Jillian lay down and, as Michael began to climb on top of her, she moved him around into the 69 position. Michael's rock hard dick was engulfed by the blonde's wet, open mouth.



 Curt allowed Cindy to sleep for just a little while, but he knew he couldn't let her take a long rest. Her husband would surely begin to wonder why she wasn't home yet. After a time, he gently shook her awake.

 Cindy started, "What time is it?"

 "You've only been sleeping a few minutes," Curt answered.

 "I have to get home."

 "I know. Let's get dressed and I'll take you."

 Curt gathered Cindy's groceries from the refrigerator and drove her home. Quietly, he carried the bags inside the main entrance. They embraced in the deserted doorway, but no kissing. Somebody could be watching.

 "Did you have a good time?" Curt asked.

 "Yes," Cindy whispered, "Too good."

 "Mmmm. Me, too."

 Cindy looked directly into Curt's eyes, "I liked it just a little too much. I know this is something I really should not have done but, if you still want to, I know I'm going to do it again."

 "Oh, yes," Curt smiled, "You are definitely going to do this again."

 With that, he turned and left. Cindy watched him walk out, get into his car, and drive away. Once gone, the guilt of what she had just done washed over her like salty waves on the seashore.

 Cindy stood in the doorway of her building surrounded by bags of groceries. She was strangely detached from her body, as if she were watching herself from the outside. She could feel at a distance the weird, conflicting emotions and she watched herself examine them as if she were an interested observer.

 On the one hand, Cindy was feeling terrible. She was like some cheating whore, sneaking around on her husband. My God, she had just allowed herself to be spirited away from the fucking grocery store, taken off to some other man's home and fucked like some nymphomaniac right in his marriage bed! She had cum still leaking from her! She smelled like sticky sex! What kind of woman, what kind of a wife was she? It was one thing to join in Michael's little reindeer games with him right there, but to sneak off and screw some other guy?

 Then, the raw sensuality and delicious sensations of the afternoon made her shudder. Despite the fact that she couldn't count the orgasms she had experienced throughout this stolen afternoon, she was horny all over again. She thought again of Curt, his body, his hands, his mouth, his thick black cock. The way he smelled, the way he tasted, and she especially re-experienced his mind. His incisive, commanding mind. The way he firmly and gently maneuvered her into sexual frenzy. Cindy's clit was throbbing. What was she going to do?

 For one, last minute she stood in that entryway and decided she was going to keep her mouth shut, stay with Michael, whom she loved very much, and fuck Curt's brains out when the opportunity presented itself. That's just the way it was.

 She picked up the grocery bags and started up the stairway. 



 Cindy made two trips up the steps, placing the sacks near the door. She fumbled with her keys, unlocked the door, and eased it open soundlessly. She poked her head in to look around for Michael. The sounds froze her halfway into the apartment. These were the unmistakable sounds of sex.

 Cindy slid with absolute silence into the apartment, forgetting the groceries for the moment. She eased out of her shoes and crept barefoot across to the bedroom, keeping out of view of anyone who happened to be in there. There was definitely someone in there and, whoever it was, was definitely enjoying some very real sex. There were at least two people in there, male and female, and there was a lot of moaning, grunting, slurping and writhing.

 When, at last, she reached the doorway, Cindy crouched near to the floor and carefully peered into the darkened room. At first it was hard to see, but her eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light. The sight of Michael and her cousin stunned her. Cindy went numb. Michael was on top of Jillian, his cock pistoning in and out of her mouth. Jillian's ample thighs were spread wide, and Michael's dark head was buried in her crotch. No wonder the wet sucking sounds danced in and out of the moaning noises.


 Cindy's head whipped back out of the room. She eased herself into a sitting position beside the doorjam. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her face reddened. Her throat constricted. She was overwhelmed with intense feelings of jealousy. How could they do this to her? And the moaning, sucking and writhing sounds taunted her, whipping the jealousy to even higher levels. In mere seconds anger arose within her, and Cindy almost rose to her feet to confront the entwined lovers. The anger dissipated like a burst soap bubble. Dismay and sorrow replaced anger. The two people she loved most in this world never even stopped to consider her feelings. Self pity flowed across her heart like a rushing creek. 

 "What do I expect?" Cindy asked herself, tears dribbling down her soft cheeks, "Isn't this exactly what I deserve? After all, what was I doing all afternoon? What right do I have to be angry? Wasn't I planning to do it again? Didn't I decide not to say anything, and to just keep on fucking Curt? Why am I even mad?"

 It was the thought of Curt that changed everything around in Cindy's mind. Actually, beneath the conscious level of her rational mind, Cindy snatched the situation in the adjoining room as the perfect justification for her earlier decision. She was no worse than Michael, no worse than Jillian. Jillian was fucking her husband. Michael was fucking her cousin. They were certainly enjoying themselves. So what if she had enjoyed herself this afternoon? It's just fucking! 

 "I still love Michael, don't I?" Cindy asked herself. "I fucked Curt all afternoon today. I sucked him off the other night. I've been thinking about him for weeks. Did it change anything about the way I feel about Michael? No!"

 "So Michael and Jillian are in there on the bed sucking each other. They had to know I could come home any minute. I just don't believe there's some 'big affair' going on. It's not some big affair with Curt and I. We just like to fuck. And I know my cousin loves to fuck, so that's what she and Michael are doing in there. They're just fucking. They're horny just like I was today, just like I am right now!"

 And, just like that, Cindy's pussy started to get wet all over again. She listened to the sounds from the bedroom. There was less sucking now and more moaning. The bed was creaking. Michael and Jillian were changing positions. Cindy sat silently and listened. She scooted just a little from the wall and eased her hand into her waistband. Her middle finger pressed firmly onto her mound. The pressure excited her more, her hips shifted and the sensation on her clit was delicious. The noise from the bedroom told her Michael was starting to fuck Jillian. She wanted to see.

 Quietly, carefully Cindy slid over to her knees and peered around the corner. She was too low to really see. With her eyes barely around the corner, Cindy eased up the doorframe until she could see both figures on the bed. Jillian was splayed out on her belly with Michael behind. His hands gripped Jillian's fat bottom firmly. Her face was buried in the sheets, and her head was turned away from the door. Michael's hands clutched the snowy white flesh. He moved Jillian's body back and forth, literally fucking his own cock with her pussy. Because of the angle of her view, Cindy couldn't see Michael's dick going in and out of her cousin, but she could very clearly hear it. Jillian's pussy must have been sopping wet. This was hot, squishy, wet sex. Not only could Cindy hear it, she could smell it. The tangy, musky smell of Jillian's pussy was thick in the air. Cindy was really horny now.



 The way it felt to have Michael mouth her sex, his body rubbing hers, and the sensation and taste of his rigid cock literally fucking her mouth all served to drive Jillian to ecstasy. A minute or two more of this and she would explode. That's not the way she wanted it to happen. What Jillian wanted was for Michael to fuck her. So, she gripped the shaft of his dick, pulled it out of her mouth and began to roll to her side.

 Jillian wriggled out from beneath him and flipped over onto her belly. She looked at him coyly and moved her plump ass from side to side. Although she said not a word, Michael clearly got the idea and, climbing to his knees, moved behind her.

 In Michael's mind it really didn't matter whether he came in Jillian's mouth, on her tits, or anywhere else. He just wanted to cum, but he sidled up to the blonde girl's thighs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down the soaking wet lips of her pussy. Very slowly, he slid it in. Michael found he had to hold very still at first. It was too good. Jillian was unbelievably hot and wet. The walls of her vagina were squeezing and stroking his cock, drawing him dangerously close to orgasm. He wanted her to cum, too, so he hunkered down further on his knees and held himself tightly to stave off the sensation of rapidly approaching orgasm. Back in total control once again, Michael began slow, squishy strokes up into the steaming hot orifice.

 Jillian groaned loudly. In response, Michael grabbed fleshy handfuls of Jillian's ass and, gripping tightly, began to fuck himself with her body. She was so wet, the sounds of their fucking could easily be heard right along with both of their moans.



 This was what Cindy was watching. She looked at the two for a few moments, then quietly slid back around the corner and began to wiggle out of her clothing. She took great pains to do this silently, and placed her garments in a little pile on the floor next to her. Naked, Cindy eased back around the doorway on her knees. She was, for the most part, out of sight but, if either Michael or Jillian had been really looking, they would have spotted her right away. They, however, were totally lost in their fucking. Jillian was faced away from her, and Michael's eyes were largely closed.

 Cindy could see almost everything now. At this point she didn't really care if she was caught. What she wanted was to watch, and to masturbate, at least for right now. With the index finger of one hand, Cindy stroked her clit. With the other, she finger fucked herself and, when she inserted her forefinger, she felt the sticky residue of Curt's semen. It was like an electric shock, a sudden rush of memory of what she had been doing earlier that same day.

 "God, this is so bad!" thought Cindy. "I spent the whole afternoon in some guy's bed sucking and fucking, and now I'm here playing with myself watching other people fuck. It's just all so bad! It's, like, all I can think about is fucking!"

 Another jolt hit Cindy when she realized that she could see herself in the full length mirror sitting on the floor near the bed. She had no idea whether Jillian or Michael would spot her from their angle, but the mirror was tilted in just such a way that it reflected her back through the doorway. And there she was, naked, kneeling with her legs spread. She could clearly see that her pink nipples were distended, and she could see both hands busily masturbating as her hips moved lasciviously. She licked her lips at her own reflection, then turned her attention back to Michael and Jillian fucking on the bed. If she hadn't had so many orgasms earlier in the day, Cindy would have come right then and there.



 Michael was struggling against the urge to cum himself. His dick was so hard it almost hurt, and Jillian's dripping pussy was so hot! It throbbed and pulsed against the shaft of his dick. Michael slowly withdrew until he could see the head of his cock poised against the labia. He held it there momentarily, noticing strands of clear, sticky liquid stringing from the glans of his penis to the outer lips of Jillian's pussy. He remained still, waiting, controlling the urge to thrust. Jillian emitted a long, guttural moan. Michael held a bit longer. Slowly, almost painfully he eased the entire length of his meat into her, giving a small thrust at the end of the stroke. His pelvis bumped her soft, fat ass. Jillian moaned again, grinding back against him. As she wiggled, Michael could see her fingers furiously rubbing that big, swollen clit.



 Cindy couldn't stand it anymore. She eased down to her belly and literally crawled into the bedroom. Jillian's loud, long moans, almost like wailing, tickled her ears as she reached the side of the bed. As soon as Cindy's arm appeared over the edge of the mattress, Michael and Jillian froze.

 "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!" Michael hissed. He withdrew his rapidly softening prick from Jillian's wet cunt.

 Jillian began to rise, her face a mask of shock. Her eyes locked on to Cindy's. Cindy's smile was full of mischief. She looked directly at her cousin.

 "Don't stop," she said softly, "I've been enjoying the show and I just want to join in a little bit."

 Michael was slack-jawed, his face white. His wet, glistening dick became flaccid. There he knelt behind Jillian's pale, naked body with his hands still touching her wide hips. Jillian, looking into Cindy's eyes, smiled back at her. She turned the smile to Michael, who visibly relaxed a bit. 

 Jillian flipped herself around, still smiling, and said, "You should come on up here. I think I'm going to need a little help getting Michael back in the mood."

 Cindy pulled herself onto the bed and the two women drew Michael down between them. Cindy trailed kisses down his abdomen to his juice-covered dick, while Jillian sucked his tongue. 

 Cindy could taste her cousin's pussy on the head and shaft of Michael's cock. The rich taste, coupled with the fact that Michael was quickly thickening, hardening in her hot mouth, inspired Cindy to spread her legs and begin to masturbate again. She could tell that she was probably going to be sore down there tomorrow, but right now she just didn't care.

 Jillian rolled Michael fully onto his back and straddled his face. She rubbed her dripping pussy over his mouth. Michael sucked her greedily and humped the lower portion of his body up and down, fucking his wife's mouth.

 After a few minutes of this, Cindy drew her mouth off Michael's pulsing cock and eased her own, squishy pussy down onto it. She slowly fucked him as Jillian leaned forward from Michael's head. The two women kissed and fondled each others' bodies.

 "I have an idea," said Cindy.

 She directed Jillian to take get back on all fours with Michael behind her. As the two began to fuck doggy style again, Cindy wriggled beneath them and alternated between licking Michael's cock and Jillian's large, fat clit.

 Once again, Michael was fighting orgasm. He gripped two handfuls of Jillian's plump ass and used them to pull and push her back and forth on his cock. As he did, he keenly felt his wife's hot breath, lips and tongue on and around his rigid cock. As he eased the head of his dick all the way out of Jillian's cunt, Cindy engulfed the head within her sticky mouth. For a few moments, Michael fucked his wife's mouth. Then plunged it back into her cousin. Jillian wailed as she felt the faint beginnings of her orgasm. It was Cindy, though, who sent Jillian over the top.

 Cindy watched hungrily as she released Michael's rod from her sucking and it pushed back into Jillian. While Michael pumped in and out, Cindy raised her head slightly and literally sucked the whole of Jillian's swollen clit right into her mouth, sucking it just as she had Michael's dick. The simultaneous sucking and fucking were too much for Jillian to handle. Her body became rigid. She bucked wildly. She ground her ass hard against Michael's body and exploded in waves of orgasm. Her thrashing continued for some time, then she collapsed onto the bed.




Quattro Ch. 02



Neither Michael nor Cindy had come yet. Michael was on his knees with his wet cock sticking straight out from his body. Cindy lay on her side on the bed with her face covered in juice.

 She smiled at Michael and said, "Sixty nine with me."

 Michael maneuvered around into position and slid his dick right into his wife's waiting lips. Dipping his head between her legs, he began to eat her. It was then that an electric shock burst through his body. Cindy's pussy wasn't just wet, it was sticky, musky. There were definitely traces of cum. He could taste it. But there was little blood in Michael's head. It was nearly all engorging his prick and the taste, the sensation, the musk, the fucking and the expanse of soft, pliable female flesh overpowered everything. He redoubled his efforts, sucking on his wife's swollen sex, which had so obviously been recently fucked. Michael's tongue flicked over Cindy's little clit, lapped at her cum-coated labia and slid on toward her puckered anus. It was then he discovered that Cindy's pussy wasn't the only part of her that had been fucked. There was cum still oozing from Cindy's ass. There was a second electric jolt shooting through his body. In response, Michael fucked and sucked with abandon.

 Cindy had arranged this very finish to this threesome on purpose. She wanted Michael to taste Curt's cum. She wanted him to know. Michael had hesitated in his licking only for a moment, the moment he had realized that the pussy he was eating was freshly fucked. Immediately after, he had resumed sucking her and fucking her mouth with real frenzy.

 Cindy wrapped her legs about Michael's head. She whimpered and writhed. She moaned over his cock as she entwined the head and shaft lustily with her tongue. She could feel Michael's mouth drawing the sticky juice from her and, again, she realized that tomorrow she was going to pay for all this sex today. She didn't care. She fucked Michael's dick with her hungry mouth and his lips and tongue with her hot pussy.

 Jillian finally pulled herself together enough to roll over and watch the couple sixty-nining beside her. The sight and sound of the frenzy was overwhelmingly erotic. Despite having had more orgasms than she could count, Jillian knew she would almost certainly masturbate later. She was too tired to do that right now, but this picture was going to be in her head and keep her from sleeping. No doubt.

 At that moment, Cindy, her mouth stuffed with cock, emitted a muffled, high-pitched moan. She rolled side to side as she came and came and came. The drizzling, running juice pouring between Michael's lips, the powerful sucking of Cindy's mouth on his cock, the vibration of her moans, all this pushed Michael to his own orgasm. Jet after jet of thick sperm burst down his wife's throat. He grunted and tensed again and again, then flopped off to the side from his wife and Jillian.  



Quattro Ch. 03



Jillian propped her head on her left arm and hand. She looked at Michael and Cindy with bright eyes and a wistful gaze. The room absolutely reeked of musky sex. Michael was sprawled on his back, arms and legs both on and near both women. Cindy lay on her belly looking at Jillian with a look on her face quite similar to that of her cousin.

Jillian spoke, "I gave it a lot of thought. I'm not taking the job. As much as I'd like to move back home here, that job's really not right for me. Maybe it'll work out for me later on down the road, but I'm not taking just any old job so I can move back here."

"Wow, I'm really sorry that it's not going to work out. I was really looking forward to having you back, but I understand. I mean, you've got to do what you think is best for you. It is your life and it's got to be your decision. But do you think we could see a little more of you?"

There was pure mischief in her eyes as Jillian answered, "No, I really don't think so. I'm naked. There's nothing left to see."

All three burst into gales of laughter. It took some time, but it finally died off to chuckling. 

Jillian spoke again, "Anyway, I'm catching a flight out in the morning. The company expects me back at my old job whether I transfer or not. They'll be happy. Nobody was too thrilled with having me leave. I don't know if it's because I'm really good at my job, or if it was just about having to find a replacement for me."

"Oh, Jillian," Cindy said, "Where would they find anybody to replace you? You're smart, you're hot and you taste delicious. How do you find anyone who's all those things?"

"Flattery like that could land my head between your legs, little girl," Jillian answered.

"Omigod, no," Cindy said, without thinking, "I don't think my little pussy can take anymore.

Cindy and Jillian were looking at each other and, as soon as those words left Cindy's mouth, both girls' eyes became wide. Jillian's eyes were wide with quizzical surprise, while Cindy's expression was one that wished to take back the words she'd just spoken.

Michael, who had been relaxing in the midst of the two, suddenly sat up and crossed his legs. He looked intently at his wife, but her back was to him. Jillian glanced from wife to husband, and back again. Nothing was said for several moments. Jillian, watching both Michael and Cindy, waited in the silence. Cindy's face was pleading with her, and Jillian got the distinct impression that her cousin was saying, "Please don't leave me alone in here right now." Jillian watched the look on Michael's face. He was obviously deep in thought, but Jillian could not figure what might be transpiring inside his head. The silence stretched on.

Suddenly, Michael swung his legs off the bed. "It is really late," he said, "and I have a class tomorrow morning first thing. I'm going to let you ladies have full custody of the bed. So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to head out to the living room and try to get some sorely needed sleep. I'll see you in the morning before you leave won't I, Jillian?"

"Of course you will. I never just fuck and run, Michael."

He chortled in response and, much to Cindy's great relief, bent down and kissed her good night. He did the same for Jillian, then left the room, shutting the door behind him. 

Seconds later, her eyes still bright, Jillian looked Cindy right in the eyes and said one word, "Spill." Cindy did just that, complete with all of the hot, wet, sweaty details. Jillian had insisted on those.

As Cindy described the development of her relationship with Curt, the heat that was glowing between Jillian's legs became even more intense. Watching Michael and Cindy had excited her, but listening to Cindy's sexual escapades with Curt accelerated her into a whole new level of lust.

In years past, Jillian and Cindy had enjoyed each other's bodies. Thrust together in bed during family visits as girls, they had experimented with sex at first, then had gone on to become adept at pleasing each other. For her part, Jillian still fucked girls, although she generally preferred men. Cindy, however, had not been with another woman since her furtive, teenaged encounters with her cousin. 

The two women sat naked and cross-legged on the tangled sheets and blankets, the room smelling richly of sex. Cindy described her middle-of-the-night encounter with Curt in the section of the hospital that was under construction. Jillian slid closer as she listened, and stretched out one leg. The blonde's skin softly slid against Cindy's naked thigh. There was a brightness in Jillian's eyes as she listened, her focus intent. She looked deeply into Cindy's eyes, and a smile, almost like that of the Mona Lisa, played on her lips. Jillian's breathing was become more rapid. Now Cindy replayed the details of her wild, intense afternoon of sex with Curt, being tied up, being fucked up the ass. As the scenario was laid before her, Jillian inched ever closer to Cindy, who was lost in the telling of her story. Jillian's left hand stroked Cindy's leg. Jillian uncoiled her left leg and wrapped it around behind Cindy. Scooting just a little closer to Cindy, Jillian's pussy was now touching Cindy's left foot. Jillian's hand slid right up Cindy's side to her upper arm, her shoulder and entwined in her hair.

"What are you doing?" Cindy asked.

"I want us to do it, like we used to," Jillian answered huskily.

"I can't," Cindy answered, "I have a really sore pussy and, besides, I'm worried about Michael...how he's going to take this, how he's going to feel in the morning when he thinks about how his wife came home with cum dripping all over the place."

Jillian leaned back, her arms behind her now, "You don't need to worry about that at all. In the first place, when you walked through the door Michael was in here fucking me, and he knows that. In the second place, I'm going to have a little talk with your husband before I leave in the morning, and we're going to get everything straight in his head. I can guarantee that. Now, then, your pussy might be sore, but maybe you could give mine just a little attention. I'm not going to be able to sleep after you telling me all about your big, black lover."

With that, Cindy smiled at her and the two slid sideways into an embrace. Easing down onto the bed, their mouths melted together as their bodies pressed and rubbed, skin on skin. Their hands roamed as they kissed each other. Jillian moaned and rolled onto her back. Cindy laid atop, pressing her cousin's legs apart. She pressed her groin against Jillian's sex and, using her pelvic bone, applied pressure to the blonde's swollen clit. Jillian writhed and humped, kissing Cindy and whimpering into her mouth.

Cindy broke off the kiss. She raised herself up just a bit and, trailing light kisses down Jillian's neck, she sucked each of her nipples in turn. She kissed and nibbled across Jillian's abdomen until, lying on her belly between her cousin's thighs, she breathed hotly onto the dripping pussy before her face. Cindy kneaded Jillian's heavy breasts, then lightly kissed and licked her pussy. At this, Jillian grasped two handfuls of Cindy's hair and began fucking her cousin's face. Cindy expertly licked and fed on the fat, quivering clit, fingered the steaming pussy and ran the other hand all over Jillian's squirming body until the pale, lush body exploded in a crescendo of orgasms. As she came, Jillian wrapped her legs tightly around Cindy's head, making it very hard for her to breathe. Still, Cindy stayed with her, licking and sucking to intensify and increase the number of orgasms for Jillian. It worked. Jillian came and came and came, finally relaxing in tiny quivers of post-orgasmic spasms.

Cindy crawled up beside Jillian and the two kissed tenderly. Jillian tasted her own, wet pussy in Cindy's mouth, smelled it on the wet, sticky face. Wrapped in each other's arms, the two women slept. 



Michael was certain that, once he left the bedroom for the couch, he would lay there with thoughts of Cindy's obvious infidelity buzzing through his brain. It didn't happen. Michael stretched out on the couch and immediately dropped into a dead, dreamless sleep. He awoke to the sound of Jillian in the shower, which was a genuine pain in the ass, because he really needed to pee. He watched some news on the television and clutched his morning wood to ease the discomfort emanating from his full bladder. Eventually, the shower stopped running. Michael jumped up and tapped on the door. Jillian opened it wrapped in a towel.

"Sorry," Michael said, "I really gotta pee."

"Okay, I'll let you do that."

He stepped in, shutting the door behind him and relieved himself. When he opened the door back up, Jillian was using the towel on her head. This meant that the rest of her very white, very nude body was exposed to Michael's view, something that bothered him not a bit. He gazed openly at her heavy breasts with their large, stiff nipples, her soft, Rubenesque tummy, the downy thatch of blonde public hair at the cleft of her generous hips. Michael wanted to fuck her again, but he knew that wasn't going to happen. Not right now.

Jillian was pleased with Michael's stare. She knew what he was thinking, wanted him to think that. Dismissing him to his carniverous thoughts, she pushed past him into the bathroom saying, "Hey, I'm a woman. I've got to have my bathroom time, especially since I have a plane to catch, Mr. Horny." She shut the door in his face.

While Jillian hogged the bathroom, Michael made some coffee and found some clean clothes in a basket just outside the bedroom. The last thing he wanted to do was to wake his sleeping wife. They would have to have a conversation sometime soon, but now was not the time. Presently, Jillian came out fully dressed.

"There's coffee in the kitchen," Michael told her as he took her place in the bathroom. He washed up and finished dressing. When he'd finished, he found Jillian leaning against the kitchen counter sipping hot coffee. Her bags were stacked by the front door.

"Come here," she said. "I have to go in a minute, but I want to tell you something."

Michael walked over to the voluptuous blonde. She placed her hands on his shoulders and drew him against her. Her arms wrapped about him and she kissed him deeply. As he returned her kiss, she whimpered softly into his mouth. Michael's cock became rigid almost instantly.

Jillian pulled back just a bit. Looking in his eyes, she said, "Whatever Cindy did, you don't need to worry about it at all. That girl loves you more than life itself. The problem is, she's just like me. She loves to fuck. I mean, my hot little pussy gets me into trouble sometimes, and Cindy's the same. But the last thing she'd want to do is lose you. I mean, really, think about it. You really like fucking me, don't you?"

Michael nodded dumbly.

"Hmmm, " Jillian smiled, "I really like fucking you, too. But no way am I going to try to take you away from Cindy. In fact, be honest. I couldn't do that even if I tried, am I right?"

Michael shook his head dumbly.

"Right, see? It's just fucking! Fucking is just for fun unless you're in love. Then it gets really messy. Kind of like eating your wife and finding a gob of cum you didn't leave there."

Michael burst out laughing. Jillian joined him.

"That's what I want to hear," said Jillian, "Now, kiss me. I have to go."

They embraced and shared another deep kiss full of tongue and pressed-together bodies. Sexual excitement rose in both, but there was nothing to be done about it. Jillian gathered her luggage and opened the front door.

She looked back at him as she exited, "I'm going to be back here in the not-so-distant future and, when I do get back here, I'm going to fuck your brains out. So, be ready!"

The door closed.

When Cindy awoke, the apartment was empty. She looked at the clock. Jillian was probably already back home, and Michael was in the middle of his late class. Cindy, meanwhile, had about an hour and a half to get to work. She knew this was going to be a tough night. She was very, very horny. All that sex yesterday ending with that girly lovemaking session with Jillian, her coming all over Cindy's face. It had all served to leave her frustrated, but there was nothing she could do about it. Cindy's pussy was still sore. To make matters worse, she was going to be working with Curt. She thrilled at the very thought of Curt, his very assertive manner, his delicious lips, hands and big, black dick. A shudder passed through her, but there was nothing to be done. She was definitely out of commission.

Cindy showered, ate and headed off to work. Fortunately, it was a very busy night. The hospital floor was almost full of patients, and they all wanted attention right now. Cindy had no time to think, and that was a good thing. She also had no time to visit with Curt. He, too, was running his butt off. She had planned, when the time came, to eat lunch in the break room. That would have been wisdom but, when the time came, she inexplicably wandered back to the construction area, to the same room where she'd had her first sexual encounter with Curt. Why she did it., she could not have explained. Curt joined her five minutes later.

He walked through the door, tall and broad, his black skin contrasting sharply with the pale scrubs. He said nothing, but walked purposefully toward her, took her hands and raised her to her feet. He enveloped her in his long, muscled arms and kissed her passionately. Her whole body throbbing with lust, Cindy kissed him back.

She tilted her head away from him, "I can't do anything. I'm really sore down there. It's all your fault."

"Don't worry about it, baby," he said, "I just want you to know how bad I want you." With that, Curt gripped Cindy's wrist with his large hand, loosened the drawstring on his scrub bottoms, and eased her small hand onto his thick, black tool.

Cindy squeezed the quickly hardening shaft. Her tiny fingers could not wrap fully around its thickness. She kissed Curt and jacked the giant cock at the same time. She whimpered into his mouth, then laid her cheek beside his and whispered, "We really shouldn't be doing this." Her sexual hunger was almost uncontrollable.

She slid down Curt's body and knelt at his feet. She pulled the scrubs off his hard thighs and legs, carressing them. Her hands cupped the taut muscles of his ass as her soft, pouty lips sipped the deep purple head of his dick. She slurped half the meat into her mouth and sucked.

Curt placed his hands on her head and began to fuck. Her touch on his ass and thighs only served to add to his excitement. He hissed and sighed as Cindy worshipped his cock with her mouth. Glancing down, he reveled in the sight of her dark hair, her beautiful, half-closed eyes and, especially, her hungry, sexy mouth eating his pulsing cock. Her sucking and tonguing grew more and more insistent. She was drawing the cum up from his huge balls. As if to accentuate that fact, Cindy slid one carressing hand around Curt's body and began to cup and tease his heavy, swollen testicles. In response, Curt began to fuck her mouth faster. He could feel the orgasm beginning deep in his groin. It swelled up and over him and, as he began to spurt hot gobs of cum, Cindy sucked harder. She gulped and swallowed jet after jet of thick, white sperm. It filled her mouth. Curt could sense the hea of his cock bathed in his own cum. Still she sucked and ate, willing every last drop into her mouth. The cum was still oozing from the tip as she gently bathed his slowly softening tool with her lips. She licked the small globules from his cockhead, giving his entire penis one, last tonguing.

Cindy was shivering with lust when she arrived home from work that morning. She entered the apartment quietly, not wanting to disturb Michael, who was still asleep. As she got undressed, all she could think of was sliding into bed next to her husband and seducing him but, as she undressed, she slid her finger down to her throbbing pussy and found it to still be a little touchy. It was much improved, but Cindy knew that the intense sort of sex she really wanted would make it just as sore as it had been before. With the plans she had concocted in her mind, this just wouldn't do.

Michael's alarm clock would be buzzing in a short time. With this in mind, Cindy slipped into the bathroom to brush her teeth and fix herself up just a bit. Then, silently, she moved into the bedroom to wake up her sleeping husband with something much more pleasant than the alarm.

Wearing just a T-shirt and boxers, Michael was sprawled on his back. He moved only slightly as his naked wife climbed onto the bedside. Stealthily, Cindy's small hand extracted Michael's flaccid penis, which was already poking through the fly of his baggy boxer shorts. Leaning down, she gently slipped her pouty lips over it, remembering having done this very same thing to Curt just hours before. This time, however, she anticipated a happier ending for herself. Michael's cock hardened quickly, and he came right awake.

"What are you doing?" he asked, sleepily.

With a seductive lick of her tongue, Cindy replied, "What do you think I'm doing? I'm having breakfast." She returned to slurping Michael's now rigid dick. He just moaned in reply.

Suddenly, Cindy stopped, "Okay, that's enough of that. Now, get up. Brush your teeth, and then you can help me take a bath."

Michael, his cock aching for release, needed no further incentive. He jumped off the bed and darted into the bathroom. Cindy, meanwhile, luxuriated on the tangled bedclothes. She ran her hands across her curvy, naked body. She pinched the pink nipples on her round, full breasts. She stroked the inside of her soft, plump thighs. She was careful, however, not to touch her clit. Still, it was swollen, wet and pulsing with heat.

It took Michael several minutes in the bathroom. His bladder had been full, but the raging hard-on inspired by his wife's hungry mouth kept him from emptying it for some time. Still, he hurried back into the bedroom as quickly as he could.

"So, what's this about a bath?" he asked.

Cindy smiled and eased off the bed.

In the bathroom, Cindy started a tub of warm water. Michael stood behind her, a totally clueless look on his face. The only response his wife gave was a mischievous smile.

The water still running, Cindy climbed over the side of the tub and slid down into the warm water.

"Come sit here," she said, patting the edge of the tub. Michael complied.

"No, no," Cindy said, "Take off your clothes." Michael dragged the T-shirt over his head and stepped out of his boxers.

Sitting on the edge of the tub, Michael watched as Cindy turned toward him in the water. She began to stroke his thighs. She ran her hands up his abdomen, just teasing him. Although his penis had softened in the interim, it began to swell once again.

"Hmmm," Cindy purred, "He seems to be interested." She lightly touched Michael's dick. "Kiss me."

Michael leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers. Their tongues entwined. Michael felt more than heard Cindy's faint moan, but he definitely felt her hand grip his cock and begin to stroke it firmly.

"I want to ask you something," she said.

"What's that?," Michael answered somewhat breathlessly. Her jacking on his cock had brought it back to rigidity.

"How do you feel now about that cum you found dripping out of me the other day?"

"Oh, God," Michael moaned from deep in his throat. Her hand was vigorously pumping his cock. Michael tightened his stomach muscles. If he didn't, he knew he might very well just erupt all over Cindy's little fist.

He gasped just a bit, "At first, I was kind of mad, jealous. Then, ugh, oh, God, it made me horny. I mean, really horny. I guess I'm kind of a perv. Oh, shit! Oh, God, slow down! Don't make me come yet."




Quattro Ch. 03



Cindy was looking straight into Michael's face, smiling. His eyes were closed. He licked his lips. She stopped jacking him for a moment, but only long enough to fill her hand with soap lather. She returned to stroking him, but now her ministrations were slow and torturous. The sensation she produced was enough to make him mad with lust, but slow enough to prolong the agony. 

A long, low moan escaped Michael's lips as his wife masturbated him.

"You were saying?" asked Cindy. 

Michael grunted, then cleared his throat, "Uh, well, uh, yesterday morning I was kind of confused. Didn't know what to think about the whole thing. I mean, I, uh, you and me and Jillian and the cum and the whole thing, but, uh. Anyway, Jillian was telling me, you know, it's just sex and everything and...oh, shit! Uh, it just made sense, you know and I started thinking about what you maybe looked like getting fucked and all and, shit! Oh, God, I must have jacked off twenty times the last two days just thinking about it, about everything, you know?"

Cindy's soapy palm rolled over the swollen knob of Michael's cock, eliciting a hiss from him.

"Hmmm," Cindy said, "Sounds interesting. How would you like to hear what really happened?"

"Oh, shit! Oh, God! Yes! Oh, God, yes!"

With that, Cindy released Michael's dick and rolled to her back, sliding down into the water. She scooted all the way forward in the tub until the stream of warm water was pouring straight down onto her pussy. She groaned with pleasure.

"You're going to have to move if you want me to play with your cock some more."

Michael performed some maneuvers, and managed to place himself within reach of Cindy's hand. Now, however, Cindy's stroking was only half-hearted. She was dividing her attention between the faucet masturbation and the telling of her sexual escapades, which she began.

"I've been pretty bad," she said.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, but it's just been with one guy. It's not like I've been out fucking everybody and his brother."

"I didn't think that anyway. It's not like you have all that much time."

"I've actually only fucked him once, but we've played around a little, too."

"Yes?"

This was making Michael hornier. Cindy knew by the way his dick was pulsing in her hand.

"Do you remember Curt?"

"That big, black nurse you work with?"

"Yes. Him," Cindy writhed a bit, repositioning her pussy beneath the pouring water, "I started thinking about him a while ago. I guess he was doing the same about me."

Michael groaned as Cindy's hand squeezed him and pulled on him a bit.

"Anyway, one night Curt and I were alone in one of the rooms in the construction wing. He just grabbed me and kissed me. I kissed him back. He was touching me all over. We couldn't do a whole lot there at work, but I took off my bottoms and I got down on the floor in front of him. My God, Michael, his cock is so huge! All I could do was to suck on part of it. I mean, I couldn't get much more than half of it in my mouth. It made me so hot that I knelt right there and fingered my pussy while I ate his cock, and just doing that made me come. I mean, I came right there on that floor and when I did that he shot so much cum in my mouth I almost choked on it! God, it was so hot!"

Michael grabbed Cindy's hand and stopped her from stroking him any more. It was all he could do to keep from coming.

"I want to hear about how you wound up with cum dripping out of you the other day."

She looked up at him and smiled. The lust-filled look on Michael's face was so funny to see. 

"Okay," she said, then wriggled around just a bit to get a better angle on her clit from the faucet's stream, "I was just doing some shopping at the store that day when, all of a sudden, there he was. I was so embarrassed! I mean, I acted like such a little whore that night getting down on my knees and blowing this big, black guy and, then, he's right there in front of me in a grocery store! But it still made me horny all over again. Anyway, at first he was just going to give me a ride home with my groceries, but then we ended up going to his house, and he seduced me. He grabbed me again and kissed me, and he touched me, and I just turned right back into a little whore. I told him he could do anything he wanted to me, and he did."

At this, Cindy groaned and wriggled her ass. Michael was trying hard not to touch his cock, because picturing all of this sex and seduction had him on the brink. His eyes were closed, so it was like a jolt of electricity when he suddenly felt Cindy's hand clutch his swollen rod. He grabbed her hand once again, but simply held it, unmoving, on his pulsing dick. She was moaning and rocking her body back and forth under the bathtub faucet, the water and the reliving of her escapade bringing her closer to the edge, as well.

"Oh, God, Michael, he took off all my clothes, then he tied me up and spanked me. We sucked each other and then he fucked me. He asked me if I really meant that he could do anything to me, and I told him yes." Cindy was literally whining, almost a wail. Her orgasms were beginning and the voice in which she spoke was raspy, gasping, "Omigod, omigod...I let him fuck me in the ass! Oh, God, I felt so full! I felt so fucked! I was on my belly and I felt that huge, black cock pushing into....."

That was it. Cindy couldn't say anything else. All she could do was make noise as she thrashed in the tub under that stream of warm, gushing water. It splashed directly on her clit and, coupled with the memory of sex with Curt, drove her to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

Michael, for his part, watched her. He still teetered on the very edge of his own climax, but only gripped his rigid dick without motion. He just watched her.

Finally, she lay still. Her eyes closed, she seemed a beautiful, flushed, naked corpse floating in the bathtub, which was nearly overflowing. Michael stretched forward and shut off the faucet. Cindy opened her eyes and smiled.

"I've been very bad," she said in an almost little girl voice, "Do you want to spank me?"

"No," said Michael, "I want to fuck you in the mouth."

"Okay," Cindy answered.

Michael maneuvered gymnastically, positioning himself astride the bathtub. Bracing against wall, floor and bathtub rim, he lowered his body above Cindy's mouth. Performing a rather bizarre form of push-up, he fucked her soft, delicious mouth.

Grunting, Michael said, "You really were bad. Did you enjoy having a big, black dick fuck you in the ass?"

Her mouth wrapped around Michael's cock, Cindy clearly noticed that it seemed much harder than it ever had before. She looked up at him with those huge, hazel eyes, opened her lips ever so slightly and rolled her tongue visibly over the head of Michael's cock. Then she clasped her entire mouth on it, burying it deep within her mouth. Only after all this did she answer him with just a musical sort of sound, "Mmmm hmmmm."

Every muscle in Michael's body tensed as he came in his wife's hungry mouth. 

Cindy's little pussy healed quite nicely and, for days on end, she and Michael fucked each other silly. Between Cindy's days off and Curt's days off, the vagaries of hospital scheduling kept the lovers from seeing each other for almost two weeks.

One thing was clear. Both Michael and Cindy wanted their next threesome to include Curt, if possible. That thought drove Cindy to distraction. Fucking Michael helped, but the memories of being dominated by Curt seared Cindy's lust-filled mind. The mornings after she worked nights she would come home to her silent apartment, Michael having gone off to school, and she would masturbate. Taking off her scrubs as she walked through the apartment, Cindy would fall naked onto her bed and begin by running her hands all over herself. She would lick her fingers and stroke her clit with one hand, while finger-fucking herself with the other. She would fantasize about Curt. In her fantasy, he would completely dominate her. He would order her to suck his cock, to let him fuck her up the ass and all sorts of other things. He would tie her up, spank her, suck her. When Cindy had fantasized enough, however, she would imagine that Curt was right there at the foot of the bed watching her. She pictured him naked, stroking his huge, black dick and enjoying the view of Cindy fucking herself, her legs spread wide and her ass wiggling, and then she would cum. Invariably, she went right to sleep.

One night Curt was at the hospital, but he seemed distracted. Cindy asked him what was going on and he explained that his wife was back and, while the two of them fucking really didn't bother her at all, he had decided to wait until his wife's next trip for he and Cindy to be together again. Cindy asked how long that was going to be, and Curt told her that it would be a little less than two weeks.

The days crawled by, and Cindy became more feverish with each passing day. Work was especially hard on the nights Curt was there. There was no sneaking off at lunch these days, but one night Curt did just up and grab her in an empty patient room. It was extremely risky, as there were two other people working on the floor that night, and one never knew if one of them, or some other hospital personnel might just pop around a corner and see the two of them. It just added to their excitement.

Curt pushed Cindy roughly against the door. His body hard against hers, Curt dipped his head and kissed her feverishly, "I've been thinking about you, wanting you," he rasped.

Cindy's tongue thrust deeply into his mouth. She pulled back, panting, "I think about you all the time. I can't stop. I want you to fuck me."

Curt raised up and, looking down at her, smiled devilishly, "No, no, baby. You're gonna have to wait for that." He pressed against her once again, allowing her to feel his thick, hard prick against her. As he kissed her once gain, his hand reached up under her scrubs and stroked her skin, pinched her nipples through her bra. Wandering down within her bottoms, Curt's fingers sought out the waistband of Cindy's panties. He snaked his fingers inside, applying pressure to her mound. This elicited a moan into Curt's mouth.

Cindy's hand reached down and squeezed the fat shaft of Curt's cock through his scrubs. Meanwhile, Curt slid one finger expertly into Cindy's wet, steaming pussy. He kissed her deeply as he finger fucked her and, in just a matter of moments, Cindy came all over his hand.

The large, black body eased slowly away from her, but her legs were jelly and, without his help to hold her up against the door, she would have slid right down to the floor of the room.

Curt stayed there with her for a few moments as she gathered herself together. Then he smiled at her, saying, "Well, back to work!" And that was it.

The apartment was silent and empty once again that morning. Cindy stripped as she walked toward the bedroom. Digging in her drawers, she found the big, veiny dildo she rarely ever used. She grabbed a small bottle of baby oil off the dresser. She pulled a full length mirror from a corner of the room and propped it against a wall. She knelt before the mirror and looked at her naked body, the high, rounded breasts with their pink nipples, her creamy skin, the curve of her hips and belly, the trimmed, dark triangle of hair at the juncture of her plump, soft thighs.

Cindy watched herself in the mirror as she gently applied baby oil to her body. She teased her hardened nipples as she spread oil gently over her breasts. She rubbed it on the cheeks of her ass and around her front to the insides of her thighs. Using both hands, she applied a very small amount directly on her clit, which was fat, tender and swollen with lust. Cindy could not keep her finger from lingering, and she twirled and teased her clit. Her eyes were now closed and she gently thrust her hips back and forth in a slow, fucking motion. The hand not occupied with her pussy strayed up to her chest to stroke her breasts and tweak her nipples. Cindy's breath became rapid and shallow, and the thrusting of her hips became more pronounced. She was remembering Curt's mouth, body and the fingers that had brought her to such a quick, intense orgasm in the hours before.

But she had wanted his cock. These days Cindy always wanted Curt's cock. With that thought, she reached out her hand and gripped the dildo. Using both hands, she oiled the head very, very lightly. Then, rising off her haunches just a bit, Cindy planted the dildo on the base of its shaft directly beneath her. Slowly and carefully, she eased herself onto it. She teased the opening of her vagina with the massive head. She allowed just part of the head to penetrate, but the sensation inflamed her and she swiftly buried it deep within.

Cindy's eyes flashed open. She saw herself in the mirror, saw the base of the dildo planted against the floor and, as she rocked up, saw it slick with her juice, saw it fucking her. Cindy gripped her tits with both hands and began to rock up and down, back and forth, watching herself fuck, watching her hips, watching the big cock disappear repeatedly into her pussy, which was oozing musky fluid down the length of the dildo and even dampening the insides of her thighs. She moaned and writhed before the mirror, and seeing herself like that just made it better. But not as good as it would have been had she been sitting on Curt's dick.

And so, Cindy closed her eyes and pretended it was Curt. She groaned and tweaked her nipples, which were like little pebbles between her fingers.

"Fuck me, Curt," she whispered, "God, I love your cock! I love it! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me!"

One finger crept to her clit and, as soon as she touched it, she came. She came again and again and again, rocking back and forth, up and down on the long, fat dildo between her legs.

She collapsed backward onto the floor. The dildo slid out of her pussy of its own accord and Cindy actually slept naked on the carpet of her bedroom for more than half and hour. Finally, though, she became chilled and crawled up into bed and covered herself. She slept soundly until Michael came home from school that afternoon. 

The sound of the door closing woke her. She was still a little disoriented when, thirty seconds later, Michael peered into the room and saw she was awake.

"Hi, honey. You awake?"

"Yeah, sort of."

"Okay, I'll let you finish waking up. I'm gonna make some coffee."

"Okay."

Cindy slowly slid off the bed, the cobwebs beginning to clear from her head. As she grabbed her robe from its hook on the door, she spotted the baby oil and the big dildo laying on the floor. Chuckling, she picked them up and put them away. She spied herself in the mirror and decided that, right now, she was anything but sexy. Her shoulder length hair was sticking out and up all over her head and her eyes were puffy from sleep. Cindy went straight for the shower. 

Cindy did not have to work that evening. She and Michael sat in the living room after dinner, watching television. There wasn't really anything on TV, it was just something to pass the time until bed. The thing that was driving Cindy nuts was the endless commercials, the same ones over and over again. Michael sat, however, as if in a trance. Cindy decided they had watched enough television. She got up from the couch and left the room.

In the bedroom, Cindy looked through her lingerie and found a black, transluscent penoir. She took off all her clothes, sprayed just a hint of Michael's favorite perfume between her breasts, and donned the penoir.

Michael didn't see her come back to the living room. She walked around the couch and seated herself in the armchair opposite. Now he saw her, and his eyes widened. Cindy sprawled across the chair and, licking her fingers, began to play with her pussy. Her eyes were on Michael's. He immediately switched off the TV and left the couch. Kneeling before the chair, he ran his hands from her ankles, up her legs and thighs, beneath the lingerie to her belly. Cindy continued to lightly rub her clit as Michael touched her breasts. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back. Michael raised himself up and, draped over her, kissed her passionately.

"Let's go in the bedroom," Cindy whispered. And so they did.

The penoir drifted to the floor. Michael and Cindy pressed their bodies together on the bed, kissing and touching each other. His hands gripped her ass roughly as she moaned into his mouth. Michael rolled her onto her back and laid himself atop her naked body, rubbing his stiff cock against her belly as he kissed her. After a time, Cindy pushed him off and straddled his head. She pushed her pussy to his face as she gripped the headboard of their bed. Grinding against his tongue and lips, she groaned. This wasn't at all the way Cindy wanted to come, and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm deep within her loins. Suddenly, she whipped her body off him and urged him to kneel beside her and to let her suck him. Michael gladly obliged.

He fed his cock to her plump, hungry mouth. As he did, he feasted on the sight of her curvy, creamy body. She lay on her back with her knees splayed out to the side. Her eyes were closed and she was obviously focused on eating his dick. She cupped her own breasts, one in each hand. Her hands began to drift down her belly, over her thighs to her knees. Then, fingertips only, they stroked lightly back up to the dark thatch of hair between her legs. Cindy began to finger fuck herself as she slurped and ate her husband's dick.

Michael knew he would not be able to take much of that view, especially not with Cindy's expert cock sucking. He eased it from her mouth. Her eyes opened.

"I want you to fuck me."

Michael climbed between her legs and smoothly slipped his rigid dick into his wife's hot, wet pussy. She writhed beneath him, her head tossing from side to side. She moaned and bucked and, what Michael did not know, fantasized about Curt.

"You're delicious," he said.

"I want to tell you something," said Cindy, in a gutteral half-moan.

"What's that?"

"I want us to have a threesome with Curt."

"I know. So do I."

"No, I want you to think about what it would be like if we were doing it right now."

"Oh," said Michael with a grin, "Thinking bad thoughts, are we?"

"Yesss."

"And just what are you thinking right now?"

"I'm thinking about how I'd like you to be just coming thorugh the bedroom door right now and seeing Curt and I like this."

The jolt of that nearly made Michael come right then and there. He had to pull out and grip his cock tightly to stave off the orgasm. In a moment the crisis began to subside. As he sat on his haunches with his dick held tightly in his hand, Cindy flipped her body over and around.

"Fuck me like this," she said.

Back in control, Michael pressed in behind Cindy and began to fuck her doggy style. Her wiggling, squirming ass in his hands, Cindy was easing him back to the crisis point. Cautiously, Michael eased out of the steaming, hot pussy several times. His hands were slick with her juice and, as he slipped his throbbing dick back in, he planted one hand on her bottom in a position that allowed him to tease her anal opening with his thumb. It drove her almost insane.

"Omigod!" she wailed, "Omigod, yesss!"

Michael began to push his thumb past her sphincter.

"Oh, God, that's so good! That's delicious!"

He fucked her slowly, with long, deep, irregular strokes. He alternated them by fucking her ass with his thumb.

"No," she said, "Put your cock in my ass."

His dick was so hard that the head slid in with almost no effort. Cindy bucked back hard and buried Michael's cock in her ass. Her bottom pressed hard against his public area, and she ground up and down, back and forth. Michael had to grip both cheeks hard to gain control. He slid his cock nearly out of her and just held her hips still.




Quattro Ch. 03



"Fuck me. Fuck me up the ass, Michael. Fuck me hard!"

"I don't want to come yet and, if I stick my cock back in too quickly I'm going to come. I want to make it last a little longer."

"I'm close. I'm really close and if you stick it in me and fuck me hard I'll come, too."

But Michael just slid his cock in partially and held her cheeks tightly. Cindy wailed pitifully. Michael fed her shallow, irregular strokes and fought her efforts to writhe and buck.

Cindy's face was buried in the bedcovers and she moaned into the sheets. Michael was torturing her, and she loved it. She decided to torture him in return.

"I want Curt to fuck me up the ass while you watch."

Michael slammed his dick up her ass hard. He began to fuck with deep, hard thrusts and now set her hips free to hump and buck furiuously. Cindy ground back against Michael's pelvis energetically.

"I want you to fuck me in the mouth while Curt fucks me just like you're doing now."

Michael grunted as the orgasm overtook him.

Cindy wailed into the sheets, "Oh, God! Fuck my ass, Curt! Fuck me with that big, black cock!"

Michael spurted deep in Cindy's bowels, pounding against the cheeks of her ass. The juice from Cindy's pussy drizzled down her legs and onto the sheets, leaving a wet spot almost a foot in diameter.

Almost ten days later there was a knock at their apartment door. Michael opened it to find Curt, as expected. He had a bottle of wine in each hand, Merlot and White Zinfandel.

"I didn't know if you two liked red or white, so I got one of each."

Michael took the wine and ushered in their guest, "It just so happens we like both of these very much. Please, have a seat." He indicated the couch and Curt sat.

Cindy got glasses, while Michael uncorked the white wine.

They made idle chit chat, but Cindy was very, very nervous. She was quite careful in what she said, as she knew all too well that she tended to babble in stressful situations.

Michael sat in the armchair, leaving Cindy to sit beside Curt on the couch. He put his arm around her and drew her closer, but did nothing else. The three talked and sipped wine. Cindy began to gulp hers.

The talk continued. The drinking continued, although Cindy drank twice as much as the men. She was nervous. Nervous and horny. In fact, she had fought hard against the urge to masturbate earlier that day. Now, her pussy was wet and swollen, and she was definitely feeling the effects of drinking so much wine. She was tempted to rape Curt right now on this couch. Instead, her face flushed, she watched him and smiled, but she didn't hear anything he was saying. She just smiled at him and wiggled a little on the couch as she sat beside him.

There was some sort of break in the conversation. Curt sat his glass on the coffee table before him, turned, looked at Cindy, and smiled. Cindy put her hand on his chest, leaned forward and kissed him. She slid her tongue right in his mouth. His hands were on her waist. She took one of his hands in hers and pulled it up to her breast.

Cindy was wearing a flimsy, little sundress. It looked great on her, accentuated her curves and the shape of her breasts. The bra she had on was just a little nothing, and she wore a thong. No stockings. No shoes. Cindy had no intention of remaining dressed any longer than necessary. Cindy's thoughts were all about two cocks and, especially, the very large, black one.

Michael watched as Curt and his wife kissed and groped each other. He watched as long as he could stand it, then he placed his wine glass in the kitchen and joined Cindy and Curt on the couch.

Cindy's hand had lowered Curt's zipper and extricated his half-hard dick. She kissed him and jacked his cock, while he groped her through the thin material of her sun dress. Michael, meanwhile, was unzipping Cindy's dress and unhooking her flimsy, little bra. His hands snaked inside her clothing. Cindy moaned.

Michael pushed the dress off the top half of Cindy's body, which allowed Curt to suck one of her nipples while Michael nursed the other. Cindy moaned the louder as her head tilted back, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of four hands and two mouths worshipping her body.

Now Michael began to tug the dress off altogether. As it dropped to the floor, Cindy began to remove Curt's pants. They ended half off, dangling from one leg. Curt leaned against one arm of the couch as Cindy pushed her mouth over the head of Curt's stiffening dick. Michael was amazed at its size. It was very thick and very black, with a monstrous, purplish, mushroom-shaped head that Cindy could barely cover with her wide, generous mouth. Michael's dick was rigid at the sight of his wife trying greedily to force the huge, black cock into her mouth.

Cindy ate Curt's dick with loud, slurping noises. He stroked her hair as she did. Michael fondled and touched Cindy's body, naked now except for the little, red thong. Finally, Michael eased his wife off the couch onto the floor. As he did, Curt shed his pants and the rest of his clothing and, kneeling by Cindy's head, began to fuck her mouth. Michael, meanwhile, dragged the tiny thong down Cindy's creamy legs and off her feet. He eased her thighs apart and lay between them. Michael sucked her pussy as she sucked Curt's cock, and Curt fondled and squeezed Cindy's breasts. Cindy writhed and, her mouth stuffed full of black dick, whimpered pitifully.

Suddenly, Cindy jumped up, "I am not having an orgasm out here on the living room floor without being fucked! In the bedroom," she ordered, "Now!"

The men followed the naked Cindy into the bedroom, where she lay in the middle of the bed. She motioned with open arms for Curt to climb atop her. He did, and moments later, was fucking her enthusiastically.

Cindy smiled at Michael, and he climbed to kneel near her face. Her lips closed around his cock, and she began to writhe and moan again. Michael could feel the vibrations of her voice on his cock, which was very, very hard.

Cindy pulled her mouth off Michael and pushed Curt up from her body, as well. Without a word, she rearranged both of them, Michael on his back on the bed, while Curt stood at the bedside, his huge member sticking straight out from his body.

Cindy straddled Michael and lowered herself onto his dick. She looked back at Curt mischievously and said, "There's some oil right behind you on the dresser. Rub some of it on your hand, some of it on your big, beautiful dick, and some of it on my ass. I want you to finger fuck my ass some before you put that big, beautiful dick in it all the way."

Michael groaned beneath her. Hejust hoped he could last a little while. Cindy gripped the headboard and wiggled deliciously as she fucked her husband. Curt, meanwhile, knelt behind her and fucked her ass with a finger of one hand and caressed her thighs with the other hand.

Michael could feel Curt's large finger through the thin membrane inside Cindy's searing, hot pussy. She moaned and wriggled. Every time she moved she fucked herself with either Michael's hard dick or Curt's probing finger. And then the finger withdrew. Cindy felt the heat of Curt's massive dick rubbing into the crack of her ass. She felt his large hands splay it wide with a firm grip. Then she felt the tip of Curt's cock pressing insistently against her sphincter, pushing, pushing, until it began to penetrate.

"Ohhhhhh, Godddddd!" Cindy wailed pitiably.

Curt's huge dick began to force its way up her ass. The sensation for Michael was unbelievable! The sensation for Cindy was driving her insane! Curt, for his part, tried not to come, because the tightness of Cindy's ass was something he had not forgotten. It squeezed the meat of his dick even more, because of Michael's cock deep within her pussy.

Curt could not push his cock all the way into Cindy's ass, so Cindy just rocked gently back and forth, fucking both men with each motion. The wetness of her pussy, the oil all over Curt's dick and the heat of both male bodies sandwiching her was all working together to keep Cindy on the edge of sexual frenzy. She used every bit of self control to hold back the flood of orgasms that hovered on the perimeter of her consciousness. Gently, back and forth. Gently swaying. Gently humping. Curt's thick meat easing deeper into her ass with every movement toward him. Michael's iron-hard dick rubbing within her. She could feel how the two cocks squeezed and moved against the membrane in her pelvic region. It was so much cock! It was the most thorough fucking she had ever had!

That incredible sensation prodded Cindy into a more radical movement. She tilted her head lower and her ass a little higher and further back. Curt's big, black dick was pushed all the way up Cindy's ass. Cindy lost control. She bucked and writhed. She humped and screamed. She threw herself flat onto Michael, whose cock nearly popped all the way out of Cindy's pussy. Cindy humped down, then, and buried Michael deep within her. Curt nearly popped from her ass. More writhing. Curt's dick slammed up Cindy's ass to the hilt and exploded. Hot, thick jets of semen shot all the way into her bowel. The walls of Cindy's ass spasmed in response and gripped Curt's meat tightly. He had a second orgasm. Cindy's fucking became completely frenzied as she lost count of her orgasms. They were just starting to subside when Michael began shooting his load into her soaking wet pussy. He thrust up and clutched her as he came, Curt's dick still squirting its last into her ass. Cindy came yet again, her clenching draining the final drops of semen from Curt. With difficulty, Curt finally began to slide his dick from Cindy's ass. Cindy, for her part dropped bodily onto her husband. Curt collapsed beside them.

They rested before they started to fuck again.