Storiesonline.net ------- Wedding by rlfj Copyright© 2001 by rlfj ------- Description: All sorts of sexual shenanigans take place surrounding the wedding of a young couple. Codes: MF inc in-law bi het wife group exhib voy oral anal ------- ------- Chapter 1 "I can't believe you saved your wedding dress!", said Frank Jellicoe. Amanda Jellicoe rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time at her husband's comment, then hugged his arm. They were standing to the side as their daughter Melisande, 'Melly' for short, and her new husband posed for photos with the rest of the wedding party on the steps of the church. "It's like I told you, honey. It didn't cost all that much to have it cleaned and stored, and we might have had a daughter who would like it." In truth, Melly had jumped at the chance, especially after she saw it. Frank delighted in it as well, since it would be one less thing he had to pay for. The dress had lasted 23 years in pristine condition, and Frank thought his daughter looked as gorgeous in it as his wife had on their wedding day. It was silk, a white which neither Amanda nor Melly had deserved, heavily brocaded across the tight white top and shimmering down through the detachable train. It was off-the-shoulder and low cut, though not so deep as to be vulgar, and it had showed off Amanda's ample bosom very nicely. Now it did the same for her equally buxom daughter. "Would you believe I could still fit into it?", she asked her husband smugly. "I tried it on." Frank's eyes lit up at the idea. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, "You should have brought it out every once in a while. We could have fooled around, you in your gown and me in my tux." Amanda playfully elbowed him in the ribs. "Give me a break. You don't have a tux, and besides, who fools around in their wedding gown, anyway?" Frank surreptitiously licked his wife's ear. She had changed over the years, maturing only slightly, and looked at least 10 years younger than her age. Now her long brown hair was cut and curled around her face, frosted slightly to hide the gray she hated. She still had the large bust, narrow waist and pleasantly ample rear that had originally attracted her husband's eye. Today she wore a slim and form-fitting pink dress, cut sufficiently low enough to highlight her spectacular breasts without detracting from Melly's beauty, and high enough above her knees to show off a pair of great looking legs. Sheer hosiery and three inch heels completed the look. Amanda shivered at the touch of her husband's tongue. "Frank...", she whimpered, her body reacting involuntarily to his touch. "Besides, you know somebody who fooled around in a wedding gown once, don't you?", Frank asked. He slipped behind his wife and pressed against her soft ass, his erection grinding against her. Amanda shivered in delight as Frank pressed against her from behind. She whispered back, "Yes..." ------- If there was one thing that Frank Jellicoe was sure about, it was that Amanda Bentley looked damned fine in her wedding dress. Amanda Jellicoe now, he reminded himself. They had been married all of 56 minutes, by his watch, and he wanted to do nothing more than consummate their marriage, and to hell with everyone else. Frank wasn't at all sure how the marriage would work out, about jobs, or grad school, or kids, or any damn thing at all. Frank was very sure that his new wife had the best set of tits he had ever seen, and the best pair of legs to ever wrap around his waist. Now it was time to leave the front steps of the church and head over to the reception. The wedding had taken place at four o'clock on a Friday afternoon, and the reception was at six, and they had blown almost an hour taking photos. Now it was time to stuff everyone into various cars and head over to the banquet hall. Frank led Amanda down the stairs, and helped her into the car, with the bridesmaids helping with the train, then he went around and got in the other side. Frank grinned at Amanda as he settled in next to her and she grinned and laughed back. Jerry Bentley had spared practically no expense for his only daughter's wedding, and had even given the newlyweds a Bermuda cruise for the honeymoon. However, he had a completely blind eye towards transportation, and rather than get a few limousines, had decided that his car was as good as any limo. Detailing Amanda's oldest brother to drive it, everybody else had to make do with their own cars. As far as Frank was concerned, his father-in-law drove something only one step removed from a pimpmobile. It was a white Chrysler, the one with the 'rich Corinthian leather' and had a sunroof, blackened windows, wire wheels, whitewalls, and a ludicrous 'Winged Valkyrie' as the hood ornament. Amanda had dutifully defended her father, but secretly agreed with Frank. "Let's go!", cried out Jerry Junior as he pulled away from the church amid a blare of car horns. It would be a good thirty minutes or more to get to the reception hall. Frank smiled at his wife and leaned over and kissed her. "Congratulations, Mrs. Jellicoe." Amanda blushed and grinned. "Congratulations, Mr. Jellicoe." She leaned forward and returned the kiss, and Frank wrapped his arms around her. "Hey, hey, none of that mushy stuff now!", yelled Amanda's brother from the front seat, eyeing the pair in the back seat. He was grinning maniacally at them. "Mind your own business.", replied his sister. "You need a girl of your own.", added Frank. Laughing, he placed his hands on Amanda's waist and lifted her up and pulled her into his lap. Amanda laughed at this, then leaned forward over the front seat and turned the rear view mirror to the side. "Mind your own business for awhile!", she ordered. Giggling, she settled back into Frank's arms and began kissing her new husband eagerly. Jerry Junior readjusted the mirror and Frank saw him wink, then turn his attention back to the road. With Amanda blocking the view, he ducked his head down, away from her lips, and planted a kiss in the valley of her breasts. Amanda squirmed and pulled back, worried that her brother would see something, but Jerry Junior seemed oblivious and Frank ignored her silent protest. He pulled her back and kissed her lips again. Amanda had settled in for a very pleasant, if somewhat sterile, necking session when she felt Frank's hands moving. The one behind her back held her against him tightly, but the one around her waist moved down to her legs. Moments later she felt Frank's hand move under her dress and slide up her leg. Amanda tried to pull away, but Frank kept her held against him. Pulling her face away from his, she worriedly whispered, "Not now, Frank!" "Why not?", he answered with a smile. He kept his hand moving northward until it reached the top of her thighs, and then he began pushing her legs apart gently. His fingertips began brushing against her pussy, protected though it was by the layers of pantyhose and panties. Amanda whimpered as her body began responding to Frank's assault. It had never been difficult for Frank to bring her to orgasm. A good fingerfuck was all it took, and now was no different. Her body began responding, her legs slipping slightly apart to allow him easier access. "We can't...", she protested weakly. "Why not?" "Jerry, he'll hear us.", she whispered back, biting her lip to remain quiet. Frank had pushed his hand up higher, so that his fingers had begun to pull her pantyhose and panties down far enough to finger her bare pussy. "Then you'd better come quietly.", Frank replied with a grin. Twisting his hand slightly, his middle finger entered her pussy and made contact with Amanda's clit. Amanda was a very loud fuck, a real moaner, well known around the frat house. Frank had been screwing her since his junior year, three years ago, and on more than one occasion was the butt of jokes the next morning as his frat brothers would start moaning and yelling out, "Oh Frank! Oh Frank!" Amanda gasped, shuddering at the touch, and buried her face in Frank's shoulder. She whimpered as he began fingering her clit slowly. "You bastard!", she said. She began to kiss him fiercely and her moans were swallowed up in his mouth. By the time the pair arrived at the reception, Amanda was in a pitiful state, teased and excited beyond endurance, and the first thing she did once they got out of the car was to scurry off to the bathroom and finger herself to orgasm. Frank had simply grinned and laughed at her desperate need, then teased her the rest of the evening about it. "That's the last time you will ever touch me!", she had hissed at him at one point during the night, at which Frank had laughed uproariously. The first argument of their married life concerned when they were going to leave the reception. Frank had wanted to leave about an hour before the end, while Amanda wanted to stay. Frank had won the argument, and they had changed into normal clothes in the bathrooms. Both had packed bags and left them in the trunk of Frank's Toyota, which his mother had driven to the reception. They were met by their parents in the lobby as they were about to leave, and Amanda was eternally annoyed to hear her father say, "I was wondering when you two were going to leave! Now we can have some real fun!" Frank and the others had laughed, even as Amanda looked daggers at her father, then everyone kissed and hugged and Frank bundled his bride out to the car. Most of the cans fell off the bumper within the first five miles. They had told everyone that they were staying the night in a motel near the Chicago airport, but Frank had other ideas. Reaching across, he unbuckled Amanda's seat belt and patted the bench seat next to him. Amanda smiled and slid next to him, and he draped his arm around her shoulder. Amanda snuggled against him and sighed contentedly. Frank looked at his wife in the dying sunlight and liked what he saw. Amanda had changed into a simple sundress and high-heeled sandals, and looked gorgeous. She was busty and leggy and he would never be able to wait three hours to reach Chicago and fuck her. Pulling his arm back from around her to make an adjustment to the radio, he slipped his hand down and began rubbing her leg. "Mmmmm.", murmured Amanda, forgetting her earlier anger at her new husband. She relaxed, leaning back against the seat and spread her legs to allow Frank easier access. Taking this for the permission it was, Frank began moving his fingers more boldly, slipping them under the hem of the dress and rubbing her thigh through the pantyhose. Within minutes he was stroking her pussy though the tight fabric of pantyhose and panties, and Amanda was squirming wildly on the seat. "Lose the pantyhose.", ordered Frank, pulling his hand away from her pussy. Amanda took a few seconds to come down from her excited state. "Wh ... what?", she panted out. Frank grinned at her in the near darkness. "Take off your pantyhose and panties, I said. I want to finger your pussy, and those damn things are just in the way!" Amanda looked wildly around at the traffic. "Are you nuts?", she asked. "Come on, who's going to know?!", he answered. "Please?" "Oh, hell, okay.", agreed Amanda, smiling at him. She could always pull her dress down, and besides, they were married now. They were allowed to fool around now, and even fuck, and nobody could say a damn thing! She kicked off the sandals, then after looking around, lifted off the seat slightly and reached under her dress. She pushed the pantyhose and panties down her legs and slipped them off, then smoothed her dress out decorously. "Put your sandals back on.", ordered Frank. "What?!" "Well, come on, honey, what were you going to do? Get dressed in the parking lot? Nobody will know!" Amanda shrugged and bent down to slip the shoes back on. She actually felt extraordinarily wicked and horny, sitting in the car without any panties on. Even though nobody could possibly see, she felt as if every other driver knew what she was up to. Frank's hand rubbing her back brought her out of her reverie. She heard him say something, and looked up as she slipped the second sandal on. "What was that, honey?" "I said, 'Take off your bra, too.'", he answered. Before she could protest, he begged, "Please?" "Oh hell, why not.", she replied. "Just remember, if I have to go inside someplace, I'm getting dressed first!" "Yeah, sure, whatever." Frank's eyes were practically bugging out as he tried to keep them both on the road and on Amanda. Now he could see her naked and it wasn't wrong or immoral. Amanda managed the task of removing the bra by loosening the top and pulling her arms inside. They reappeared a few moments later with her bra. She tossed it to the floorboard alongside her underwear, then snuggled up against her husband. Frank tossed his arm around her shoulder but lowered his fingers down her front, to dip inside the top of the sundress and caress her naked flesh. Amanda whimpered at his touch, her nipples responding, puffing up and stiffening against the fingertips flicking across them. Next, he pulled his arm back and reached down between her legs. Amanda spread her legs wide, pulling her dress to her waist, and Frank dove in, fingering her clit as she moaned in orgasm. Finally, unable to stand the strain any further, Frank saw an exit that promised a few motels. He pulled off and drove to the first one he found. "Stay here.", he ordered, "And don't put anything back on." Amanda pulled the dress back down and tried to compose herself. Frank came back out a few minutes later and pulled the car around to the side. He grabbed a suitcase from the trunk, then unlocked the room door and ushered Amanda inside. Once inside, he looked around briefly, flipped on the light switch, and tossed the case aside. Taking his bride's hand, he led her to the bed and kissed her. Amanda felt his fingers moving behind her, unzipping the dress, then Frank stepped away and pushed the dress down her naked body. Her breasts were heaving and her pussy lips were pouting in anticipation. He pushed her gently down onto the bed and crawled alongside her. Quickly undoing his pants, he pushed them low enough for his painfully stiff cock to come into view, then crawled between her outstretched legs... ------- "You know, it's not nice for the mother of the bride to look sexier than the bride herself.", whispered Frank into Amanda's ear. His stiff cock was poking her ass and Amanda was becoming seriously turned on. "God, you're awful!", she replied quietly. 'Why not?', she thought to herself! If she considered herself to have any serious weakness, it was for hanky-panky with Frank. She and Frank were done with their photos. She pushed herself out of Frank's encircling arms and turned to face him. Speaking lowly, so that only he could hear, she said, "I need to go to the bathroom. Join me in two minutes." She left and went inside the church and went down the side hallway. Frank tried to keep from grinning too broadly. He couldn't believe his wife at times. Ever since that first trip after their wedding, when she had stripped down to a dress and her heels, she had become something of a closet exhibitionist with her husband. Eager to please the man she loved, Amanda had quickly learned the type of lingerie that really turned him on. Frank wasn't completely sure what she was wearing under her dress, but was almost positive that her hose were stockings; she didn't own any pantyhose! Frank slipped back into the church and went down the side hallway to the women's bath and gingerly knocked on the door. Not getting any response, he stuck his head inside and whispered, "Amanda?", then stepped in and looked around wildly. He had never really been in a ladies room before and wasn't completely sure what to expect, other than the probable lack of urinals. The room was empty. Confused, he stepped back out into the hallway. "In here, silly!", whispered Amanda loudly. She had heard her husband fumbling around in the hall and peeked out the men's room door. Frank laughed and slipped inside with her and watched her latch the door. "We are probably going to go to hell for this, you horny bastard!", she told him as she pulled her dress up around her waist. Frank licked his lips at the sight and began fumbling his pants open. Amanda was wearing thigh top stockings, held in place with garters attached to some form of body brief. His wife spread her legs wide and reached down between them, and Frank heard a quiet 'SNAP' as she undid the crotch. He loved seeing her shaved pussy. Frank pulled his stiff cock out through the fly of his pants and stepped closer. Grasping his wife firmly by the waist, he turned her away from him, so that she was leaning forward over the bathroom sink, facing the mirror. Tugging the dress higher, he stepped between her widespread legs and stuffed his cock into her cunt. Amanda groaned as he began to fuck her. "Mmmm, baby, you are so tight and juicy!", he whispered as he bucked against her. Frank quickly unzipped her dress and pulled it down far enough that he could see the rest of her lingerie. The body briefer was black and strapless, and so sheer that her erect nipples were plainly visible through the fabric. He reached around and tugged it low and her big D cup tits popped into view. Amanda gasped as Frank plowed her from the rear. "Oh, baby, you are such a good fuck!" It only took Frank a few minutes before Amanda's spasming pussy drove him over the edge. He pumped what felt like a gusher into her twitching cunt, sending her over the edge as well, and she was forced to stuff a knuckle into her mouth to stifle her orgasmic cry. Drained, Frank promptly stepped back and stuffed himself back into his pants. Amanda took a paper towel and wiped her cunt dry, then rearranged her clothing. "I'm surprised lightning didn't come down through the roof." "God saves that for the priests screwing the nuns." "For that remark you probably will get hit by lightning!", she replied. ------- Chapter 2 The uniformed driver held the door open stiffly, nodding with a restrained smile at the bride and groom as he ushered them into the back of the limousine. Frank Jellicoe had a considerably more refined sense of propriety vis a vis automobiles than his father-in-law, and had hired first rate limos and drivers for the wedding. The driver tried to hide his grimace with a thin smile as he realized that the bride was half smashed as she climbed into the back of the limo. "Go slow!", Melly cried out as the driver began closing the door. "I plan on necking with my new husband!" She broke out into raucous laughter, along with the rest of the bridal party waving them off. It seemed as if each of them had smuggled a bottle of champagne to the wedding, and had opened them all during the photo session afterwards. The driver fixed his face into a semi-smile at this. If anybody tossed their cookies in the back, there was a hefty surcharge for cleaning, but that simply meant he would be the one cleaning it up. He settled into his seat and endured the inevitable playing as the crocked bride ran the electric partition up and down a few times, then raised it completely. Melly drank some more champagne, then gave the bottle to her new husband with a smile. Dave was nowhere near as drunk as his wife, who had an astonishing capacity for booze. She didn't drink excessively very often, but when she did, she could really put it away! He rolled his eyes at her statement, then sipped some from the bottle and set it in a bottle holder in the door. "Baby, you are too much.", he told her softly, leaning over to kiss her. "Mrs. Talbot, I love you." Melly wrapped her arms around the groom's neck and returned the kiss passionately. "I love you, Mister Talbot." She moaned at the touch of his lips. Pulling back, she grinned and said, "Melly Talbot. I like the sound of that." "Me too." Melly crawled up onto Dave's lap and straddled his waist, an action which took considerable energy considering the length of her wedding dress. "You know that bit about 'Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue?' Want to see?" She flipped the hem of her dress lightly. "Huh?" "Melly? You mean... ? Jesus! Here?!" "Huh? Huh?" She continued teasing Dave with glimpses of her stockings, tormenting him with her wanton sexuality. Dave sighed silently, knowing that he had absolutely no intestinal fortitude when it came to his wife's sexual behavior. He knew that he would go along with whatever wacky idea she came up with, no matter what, or when, or where. His new wife had an innate ability to control him by controlling his dick. He loved her dearly, and knew that she loved him as well, but it went back to their first date. They had met at a college frat party and after he had bought her a drink, he had begun to chat her up, hoping to get lucky. Realistically, he knew that the odds were decidedly against him, since any woman that stone cold foxy would have at least one or two other guys somewhere on the hook. Besides which, the odds of scoring the first time out were ridiculous; the best he was hoping for was a phone number and a chance for a future date. Dave was pleasantly surprised to discover that Melly had only recently broken up with another guy. He was pleasantly shocked when, after a second round, she had leaned against him in the crowded room and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Do you have some condoms in your room?", she asked conversationally. Dave was too astounded to do more than nod 'Yes' vigorously. Melly continued, by saying, "Good! You simply drive me wild. You are making me so horny that my pussy juice is running down my legs and you are just going to have to lick me clean!" Dave grabbed her by the hand and pulled her behind him up the stairs, to kick his roommate out and screw her ragged. Without question, Melly was the most sexually aggressive woman he had ever met. She would do anything he had ever heard of, and it was a general question of who wore whom out. What had started out as mindless lust soon grew to intense love. They had been a couple ever since that party. Once again, Dave rolled his eyes at Melly's proposal and asked, "Are you nuts? Here?" "Dave, we're married now. We are allowed to do stuff. I read all about it in a book! It said that married people got to look at each other naked and do all sorts of things! Want to see?" She teased him by pulling her dress hem far enough north so that he could see she was wearing stockings and not pantyhose. As always, Dave gave in, even as he cursed himself amusedly for lack of willpower. "See what?" "Well, do you like my stockings? They're new." Dave studied Melly's thighs avidly. Her white stockings were very sheer and long; they went well up her very shapely legs. "Very nice." She inched her dress higher. "And the garters? They're old. Remember, I wore them this summer, with the stockings and heels and nothing else?" "Oh yeah, very nice.", he said with a grin. That had been a very memorable weekend! "And what about the borrowed and blue?", he asked. Melly pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist, exposing her panties to Dave. They were pale blue and crotchless, gaping open to expose her freshly shaved cunt to his avid eyes. "I borrowed these from my mother." "Your mother!", he exclaimed. "She's got stuff like that? How the hell did you ask her... Jesus!?" Melly reached forward and began to unzip her husband's pants, brushing aside his feeble efforts to stop her. "She's got all sorts of shit like this. She's a real wild woman; you should hear her when she and Daddy go at it. They think I don't hear them, but she's a fucking screamer, just like me! I've even watched them a couple of times, down in the family room when they thought I was asleep! Your cock is even bigger than his!" "What?! Jesus Christ, Melly! I've married a genetically insatiable boy toy!", commented Dave wryly as Melly fished his cock out. "Just a boy toy for you, sweetie! Besides, she doesn't know I borrowed them." "You stole your mother's crotchless panties?!" "I'm sure she'd have let me if I asked. She wants me to be happy." By now she had exposed Dave's stiff cock, which was throbbing in her hand. "And getting well fucked makes me very happy!" So saying, Melly scooted forward and impaled herself on Dave's prick. "Oh, Dave.", she moaned, "Promise me that you will fuck me every day and make me come every day and eat my pussy every day... oh, oh, oh... fuck me, fuck me... promise me!" Melly's pussy was grabbing at the cock buried deeply inside and Dave groaned in delight. Gasping, he replied, "Only if you promise to suck my cock every day and swallow and take it up the ass and wear short skirts and high heels and halter tops and stockings and never pantyhose and no bras or panties..." "I promise, I promise!", she gasped as she plunged wildly down onto Dave's straining cock, sending him over the edge. His jism surged up his throbbing shaft to splash into her overheated cunt, sending Melly into an extended orgasm of her own. "I promise..." Several people commented on the glow in the bride's cheeks as they greeted people in the reception line. ------- Chapter 3 "Frank, I got to say, you throw one hell of a party!", said George Talbot. The father of the groom was more than a little impressed with the reception that the Jellicoes had put on. Months ago he had quietly offered to help them foot the bill, and had been politely refused. The Jellicoes were not as wealthy as their new in-laws, but were definitely comfortable, and Frank and Amanda had pulled out all the stops. A lavish buffet, an unlimited open bar, enough champagne to float a battleship, and a live band, not a DJ and CDs. "Really, this is marvelous!", gushed Jill Talbot. "You really should have let us help out." Frank smiled and waved off the offer. Melly was his only child and he had wanted to do things right by her. "It's not a problem. Of course Amanda is going to have to start turning tricks..." His wife hauled off and socked him for that, with a loud, "You bastard!", while the others laughed. "Of course, if they ever get divorced, I'm suing him and shooting her!", he finished. Everyone agreed that the odds of that were negligible. The newlyweds had known each other almost four years. They had met in college, when Dave Talbot, a junior, had met Melly Jellicoe, a sophomore, at a party. After graduating, Dave had proposed, and Melly had spent her senior year both studying and preparing for a September wedding. The Talbots and the Jellicoes had become fast friends, though neither family had met before the summer. The Jellicoes lived in western Massachusetts and the Talbots lived outside of Chicago, while their children had met at college in Pittsburgh. As a means to meet the new relatives before the wedding, Frank and Amanda had invited George and Jill, Dave, and Dave's younger brother Charlie to spend a long weekend at their camp in the Berkshires. Jill and Amanda had several long telephone conversations and had gotten along well enough so that the long weekend was extended to a week, and everyone planned a long vacation. The weekend had not started precisely as planned. The flight from Chicago to Albany had been delayed for several hours, then bad weather had diverted it to Boston. It was very late before a somewhat bedraggled Talbot family pulled into the camp. 'Camp' consisted of an old but well maintained A-frame home on the side of a small lake in the woods, and the Talbots were quickly settled in to their rooms and introductions were to be made in the morning. It was Frank who nudged his wife awake that evening. Amanda had drifted into slumber as soon as she had gone to bed, but Frank became aroused by the sounds he heard. George and Jill's guest bedroom was next to theirs, and it soon became apparent that they were a vocal couple as well. Specifically, it was George who was vocal and Jill was the quiet one, like Frank and Amanda, only reversed. Frank's eyes widened in the dark, and he nudged his wife awake, as the faint but distinct sounds came through the wall. "Oh yeah... that's it... yeah... more, more... just like that... don't stop, keep going... oh God, oh God!..." Frank snuggled up behind Amanda and pushed her short and thin night shirt up around her waist. Amanda lifted her leg and reached down to stroke the stiff cock that slipped between her thighs, then stuffed the head into her pussy and sighed in contentment as Frank buried it slowly inside her cunt. The pair began a slow motion screw as they listened to Frank and Jill. "What do you think they're doing?", she whispered over her shoulder. Frank pulled her back against him and reached around to began tweaking his wife's nipples. "I think George is getting the hummer to end all hummers!" "... don't stop... more, more... take it, take it!... yeah, swallow it, suck it down... don't stop..." "I think you're right.", said Amanda. She rolled away from Frank so that she was face down on the bed, and Frank rolled with her, to begin vigorously stroking into her from above and behind. Amanda buried her face in her pillow to quiet her own screams of pleasure. The next morning the entire household had awoken late, and everyone seemed in a much better mood after the disastrous trip. Amanda suspected that was because practically the entire household had gotten well and truly laid during the night. She had heard George and Jill in an encore performance towards morning, and the satiated look her own daughter sported suggested that Dave had not spent the night in the room he was supposedly sharing with his little brother. After a lengthy brunch, Melly had taken Dave and Charlie into town to pick up some groceries and show them around, leaving the elder Talbots with her parents. Things had been slightly awkward at first, since George and Jill Talbot were somewhat different than Frank and Amanda Jellicoe. For one thing, they were of different ages, both younger and older. Frank and Amanda were in their mid-forties; George was in his fifties and Jill was mid-thirties. Frank tried doing the math in his head, but there was no way that Jill was the mother to either Dave or Charlie. In appearance they differed as well. Frank was a solid and stocky man of an average height who looked his age, with a full head of dark hair and graying temples and mustache. Amanda was shorter, though still in the average range for a woman, a nicely bosomed brunette with frosted highlights in her hair. George, on the other hand, was so slim as to be almost skinny, taller than his host, and completely bald, lacking even a fringe of hair around his head. His wife, aside from being so much younger than her husband, was a tall and slender blonde with a spectacular set of tits and impossibly long legs, who reminded the Jellicoes of a lingerie model. In many ways Amanda thought George Talbot was quite possibly the sexiest man she had ever seen. There was simply something about his lean and tall frame, the baldness, and his easy lopsided grin and twinkle in his eyes that made her pussy tingle. Their eldest son Dave, while handsome, didn't have it. Charlie, still a teen, did! She had no doubts that he was a legend in his high school. After brunch, Frank loaded George aboard their bass boat and headed out onto the lake with a cooler of beer, leaving the wives a chance to get to know each other. The difference in George's and Jill's ages was so striking that when they were alone, Amanda asked Jill about it. Jill got up and opened another round of beers, then led Amanda out onto the deck. "Well, I didn't meet George until right before his wife died..." "Excuse me?", asked a shocked and confused Amanda. "I'm his second wife. I thought you knew!", replied Jill. "No. So is either of the boys your son?" Suddenly Amanda thought about what she was saying. "Excuse me! It's not my business..." Jill laughed and waved her hands. "Don't worry!" The pair were laying out on the deck to the camp, overlooking the lake shore, dressed in swimsuits and sunning themselves. Amanda had worn a one-piece suit, rather than her normal skimpy bikini, though Jill had chosen a conservative two-piece suit. "Listen, would you mind if I took my top off? I normally sunbathe topless - George doesn't like bikini strap marks." She giggled at this like a schoolgirl. In response, Amanda grinned and pulled the top of her own suit down and off her shoulders. However, she continued on, lifting her rump off the reclining lawn chair and peeling the suit off completely. Jill gaped as she saw that her hostess didn't have any tan lines of her own, and that her pussy was shaved as bare as a baby's. "Neither does Frank!" Jill stripped bare as well, revealing her evenly bronzed skin and bald cunt. "Do you get your tan out here?", she asked. "Back in Chicago I have to go to a tanning salon." "Right here. Melly does, too, which usually drives her father crazy. He would always be coming through and I would hear a bellow of 'This is all your fault, Amanda!' It really doesn't happen all that much any more, not since she went off to school and really moved out. Now it's just the two of us. When we retire, we'll probably move up here." Jill nodded in understanding. It was certainly pretty enough and quiet enough, though it would probably drive her and George nuts from boredom. To each their own. "Anyway, like I was saying, neither of the boys is actually mine." "Really? I noticed that Dave calls you by your first name occasionally but that Charlie always calls you Mom.", replied Amanda questioningly. Jill nodded. "I was still in college myself when I met George and Charlotte, my senior year. Dave would have been about six and she was pregnant with Charlie. I was going to help with my tuition by working as a nanny. Well, anyway, everything was going just fine, right up until George loaded his wife and son into the car to drive them home. As they pulled out of the hospital, they were blindsided by an ambulance! Charlotte was killed instantly, though George and Charlie were just fine. All of a sudden I found myself not just as a nanny but almost as a second mother!" "Oh my God!", cried a shocked Amanda. "So what happened next?" Jill shrugged her shoulders and reached for a tube of sunblock. "Well, nothing, really. I stayed as the nanny full time and tried to go to school, but raising two kids took up too much time. Every time I would complain and beg to cut back, George would counter-beg and up my pay, and finally I gave in. I quit school, figuring I could work for a year, at least until the boys were older, then go back without needing a job." Amanda nodded as she followed the reasoning, then asked, "Okay, but how did you go from nanny to mommy?" Jill gave her a wicked grin. She lowered her voice and answered conspiratorially. "Well, one night, after a long, long day of taking care of the boys, I had finally gotten them to bed and was feeling very wired. George offered me a glass of wine, and I accepted. Well, then there was a second glass, and he offered to give me a backrub, and Jesus, but he is sexy! Before I knew it, we were screwing our brains out on the living room carpet! I mean, it was like all night long!" "Wow!", said Amanda jealously. "No shit! So, the next day neither of us says a thing, like it didn't happen. I mean, what was there to say, that we had gone fucking nuts!? But the next night, after I got the boys to sleep, I was curled up in the den reading a book and George comes in. He simply says good night, then reaches out to touch my hair, and it was like, deja vu all over again! We spent the night on the floor of the den screwing our brains out!" "And you decided to make it more permanent?" Jill nodded. "Yeah, I figured the next night, why fool around. After the boys fell asleep, I took a quick shower, put on a night gown, and just crawled into bed with George. We got married a year to the day after the funeral." "Did you ever finish school?" Jill waved the question off as she settled back to sunbathe. "Ages ago!" "So how did the boys react? I'm guessing that Charlie really didn't know." Jill nodded agreement. "How could he? His mother died within 24 hours of his birth. I really am his mother to him. Oh, he knows, intellectually at least, what happened, but it isn't real to him, you know? Dave was a bit more of a problem. He was about six going on sixty, and he was a bit put off by the whole thing. Not antagonistic exactly, but very distant." "But it worked out, right, I mean, I know he calls you by your name, but he seems to act like a son, I suppose.", remarked Amanda, her brow knitted in confusion. "It took a few years though. Actually, it was all rather sweet, when it happened, I mean." Amanda gave her a look to continue, and Jill went on. "We were watching this idiotic TV movie one night and it was sort of like my own story, but with a twist, the husband dies later. Since the mom was the step-mom, she wasn't the legal parent to the children, and there were a whole bunch of them, and the evil judge shuffled the kids off to various relatives all over the country. She ended up spending years adopting them back, blah, blah, blah." "Weird." "Very. So anyway, Dave asks if this can really happen. Charlie is very confused, saying they would stay with Mom, meaning me, but Dave ignores him, and George and I sort of look at each other and shrug our shoulders and go, 'I guess.' So Dave says, 'Then you'd better adopt us 'cause I don't want to have to live with Aunt Vicky!'" "Oh, no!", replied Amanda, laughing. "And that's how you came to adopt them, so they wouldn't have to live with Aunt Vicky!? That is just too precious!" "It was so sweet. Dave couldn't understand why I started crying and hugging him and kissing him. He hated all that mushy stuff.", said Jill with a smile. "He got over that.", commented the mother of the bride-to-be wryly. She lay back to sun herself. Amanda followed suit, lying back to take in the low lying sun. Both women fell asleep and were awakened by the sound of male voices. "Yes, I can see what you mean about the benefits of country life.", said George. Amanda's eyes snapped open as she heard her husband exclaim, "Yeah, I told you that a man could have every comfort up here!" Amanda and Jill whirled around grabbing towels to cover themselves as they saw their husbands, pleasantly lubricated if not quite drunk, grinning as they took in the sights. "Bastards!" cried Jill as she tossed an empty beer can at the men, then ran inside and up the stairs. Amanda followed hurriedly, fighting a losing battle to cover her nudity with a towel. Both husbands grinned at each other and followed their wives upstairs. George Talbot slipped into his room laughing, and Jill threw her towel at him. "Bastard!", she hissed, laughing as she exposed herself again. George moved across the room purposefully and took her hands in his. He leaned down and kissed his wife sensuously. "Mmmm, seeing you all greasy like that, it gives me ideas, you know!" Pulling her too him, he reached down and cupped her asscheeks, tenderly kneading the greasy and pliant flesh. He pulled her into him, grinding his rock hard cock into her groin, delighting in the moist warmth of her crotch. He began probing her asshole with his fingers. Jill whimpered piteously as her husband began to ravish her. She knew from many years of experience that he would not be satisfied with a single orgasm, but would demand at least a second, and she moaned as her body responded to his needs. She would end up coming non-stop, being left a limp dishrag of incredibly satisfied womanhood. She offered no resistance, but instead eagerly complied as George moved her towards the bed. Turning around, she knelt on the edge of the bed, raising her ass and lowering her face to the bedspread. Behind her, George smiled. Stripping naked himself, he took the tube of suntan oil and applied a generous dollop to his wife's asshole, then lubed his cock up. Jill moaned in contentment as her husband pulled her buttcheeks apart and slipped his cockhead into her asshole. He slowly pushed forward, allowing her to accommodate the oversized intruder, and inch by inch slipped inside until he bottomed out. "Oh, baby, this is so fucking good!", he whispered. He began pumping in and out of Jill as she whimpered in pleasure. "I am going to fuck your ass and fuck your ass and fuck your ass some more, then I am going to come in your ass! Then as soon as I get stiff again, I am going to fuck your ass again!" "Fuck me, George, fuck my ass!", she cried out quietly. She was bucking her ass backwards to meet her husband's thrusts, and had already come once. "Fuck my ass, George!" On the other side of the thin wall separating the two upstairs bedrooms, Frank grinned at his wife. He had followed Amanda into their room and simply undressed as she watched him. She began to finger her pussy as she watched her husband get undressed, then crawled onto the bed with him. "Just how long were you two watching us?", she asked as she reached out and began stroking his erection. Frank smiled contentedly as he pushed his wife's face towards his stiff cock. "Long enough to get nice and horny. She's very nice to watch, and I think George liked watching you, as well." Amanda swung her legs up and around and straddled her husband's face. He began to greedily lap up the juices which had begun to flow freely from her shaved pussy. "It seems as if we both like bald pussy." "Mmmm.", Amanda replied, as she luxuriated in the feel of Frank's tongue licking her juicy slit. She pulled back from sucking his cockhead, though she continued to pump the shaft with both hands, and said, "She told me that he doesn't like to get hair in his teeth!" Then, as Frank began to suck her clit, she dove back to her work, and took his cock deep into her mouth. It promised to be a wonderfully lengthy afternoon. The rest of the week turned out to be surprisingly erotic for everyone in the house, both the owners and the visitors. Frank and Amanda had always had a very sexual marriage, and their time alone at the cabin simply gave Frank more rooms to fuck his wife in and more time alone to do it. They were both surprised to discover that George and Jill were easily their match, sneaking off to their room most afternoons and retiring early and sleeping late, not that there seemed to be much sleep at all. Melly and Dave also managed to spend more than sufficient time by themselves, whether Melly was 'visiting' with her fiancée or taking walks in the woods to 'show him around.' One night, Frank and Amanda were looking out their bedroom window overlooking the lake when they saw Melly pulling Dave's arm as she led him down the dock. The two young adults quickly stripped their clothing off and went skinny-dipping, then Melly laid Dave down on the dock and climbed on top for a nice long fuck under the moonlight. Her parents screwed doggy style, standing up and watching them from their bedroom window. Frank was intensely excited by the sight of his naked daughter in the bright moonlight; Amanda was equally aroused by the sight of Dave's immense erection standing proudly upright before her daughter impaled herself on it. The surprise stud proved to be Charlie. The teen rapidly became friends with a pair of sisters from the cabin up the road, and spent considerable time in their company, often coming in very late at night and once even in the early morning. Each time the long and lanky boy with the unruly mop of dark and curly hair would have a look of satiation and exhaustion about him, and would smell like a whorehouse after the fleet hit port. He would sleep late and then stock up on food, as if he were replenishing his energy, before going back out to meet the girls again. "He's been like that for years.", commented Jill one night to the other adults. "He's actually a very nice boy, but once he figured out that boys and girls were different, and that Mister Happy was useful for more than watering the flowers, he's been incorrigible! He has this genetic drive to copulate with every female on the planet." Amanda smiled while her husband shook her head in disbelief. "That's crazy.", he said. "Don't get me wrong, but he looks like a geek!" "Frank! I think he's very cute!", responded Amanda. "Cute?", he said incredulously. "Cute and sexy!" George and Jill looked at each other with knowing smiles. They had both heard this conversation before, as their son worked his way through half the females in Chicago. Jill was of the opinion that it was genetic, since she thought her own husband was the sexiest man alive, a view held in common with most of the women in Chicago. It was a fact that if either fellow walked down the street, women would practically trail after them, tossing their panties to them with their phone numbers written on them. For whatever reason, Dave lacked this extraordinary ability to excite women, and seemed more than content with Melly. "You are nuts, lady!", finished Frank, to the laughter of the others. ------- Chapter 4 "Your sister seems to be having a good time.", commented Frank. Out on the dance floor Amanda's younger sister, Jessie, was practically draped across the front of her date, a dark Latino almost half her age. "Is she actually wearing anything other than that dress and those shoes?!", he asked incredulously. The reception was going well. Everybody was drinking and dancing, the ushers and bridesmaids had organized a 'dollar dance' for the happy couple, and Frank was relaxing at the parent's table with the other three parents. Amanda sat next to him and held his hand fondly; across from them Jill was sitting sideways on her husband's lap as they watched the proceedings with amusement. "She can certainly wear it.", commented Jill. "I'm not sure I'd be brave enough to try it." "You'd look superb in it, honey.", replied George. He smiled at his wife on his lap. Jill had worn an interesting two piece outfit to the wedding and the reception, a long, ankle-length dress and a matching calf length over-jacket, both in a light silk, white with a light pink rose print. It wasn't until the reception that she had taken off the jacket, to reveal that the dress was backless and halter-topped, and that the skirt was slit practically to the waist up each leg. Beneath the dress she wore nothing but extremely sheer stockings and three inch heels; panties would have shown a line. Amanda smiled and gazed across the dance floor. Jessie had worn a perfectly nice white linen dress to the wedding, then while photos were being taken, had gone back to her home to change for the reception. This dress was more than a bit extreme, and she suspected that her husband was right; all Jessie wore was the dress and her heels. This dress was a skin-tight micro-mini-dress of some puckery white crepe fabric. It was cut astonishingly low and was so short as to barely cover her ass. As soon as Amanda had seen her come in the door, she had gone up to her. Laughing, she had said, "There is no way I am going to let you jump after the bouquet in that thing! You are damn near showing everything to begin with, and if by Christ you caught it, there'd be a riot when they tried to put the garter on you!" Jessie had laughed and promised to stand towards the back. Frank smiled and glanced at George and Jill, then turned back to his wife only to almost do a double take at what he thought he had seen George up to. He sipped his champagne and swung his eyes back covertly, and watched as George's fingers moved inside the slit up his wife's dress, so that he was fondling her pussy right there at the table while she sat in his lap. He glanced at Jill's face to see her eyes half closed and her breathing labored as George fingerfucked her to orgasm. Looking up, he gave a small start as George looked him in the eye and smiled. Grinning, Frank smiled back. "Esteban seems to like it.", Amanda commented, referring to the dress. Jessie's latest love interest was a Latino, Esteban Ramirez, who defined the definition of 'Latin Lover.' Tall and slim, with a wiry build, dark and flowing locks that swept down to his shoulders, blindingly white teeth, and a complexion that looked like an exotic tan, Amanda considered that her sister had done very well for herself. Jessie was a devastatingly beautiful woman in her late thirties, a younger version of her sister, with a slim waist, saucy rear, and wonderfully top-heavy bustline. She could definitely wear the outfit she had selected. Never married, she disdained the concept of spinster-hood and had managed a succession of young and virile lovers over the years. She smiled as she considered just how virile Esteban actually was... ------- "I think we'd better get out of here.", said a laughing Amanda to her sister. Melly's bachelorette party was going full bore and high speed and looked to be on the verge of getting completely out of control. There had been a lot of drinking, and it seemed as if every one of the women had brought some form of sex toy or nightie as a gift for the bride to be. The party was being held in a rented hall that one of the bridesmaids had a connection with, and the doors were locked and the music was loud. Suddenly, a good looking young cop barged into the group and demanded that the music volume be lowered. "Hey, you can't do that!", protested one of the girls. "It's her party.", she said, pointing at Melly. "Oh, really! We'll just see about that!" With those words he strode up to Melly and roughly pulled her upright. The girl was too surprised to protest when he twisted her arms behind her and cuffed them together, and then was surprised some more when he pushed her back down into her chair. Suddenly the music got a whole lot louder, and the cop began dancing around in front of the surprised young woman. "Oh my God!!!", she cried as the cop began shedding his uniform. "Take it off, take it off!" All of the women began to scream as the stripper began to doff his clothes to the pounding beat of the music, egging him on as they tormented the cuffed bride-to-be. By the end of the second song, he was down to a g-string and a couple of bridesmaids were dancing alongside him, running their hands over his body and probing into his underwear. He began fondling them openly as they peeled off his remaining clothes, exposing a stiff erection. The women began screaming as one of the women began to stroke his stiff cock while he began stripping his helpers. "It's just starting to get good!", protested Jessie, her eyes on the stiff cock thrusting through the bridesmaid's fist. "Come on, leave a mother a few illusions about her daughter!" "You are such a party-pooper!", said her laughing sister as she stood. Amanda went over and kissed Melly's cheek, then the two older women snuck out the back. Jessie had picked up Amanda in her car, so they headed back to her car in the parking lot. By the time they got to Jessie's car, it was apparent that Jessie was in no condition to drive. Snagging her sister's keys, Amanda loaded Jessie in the car and went around to drive. She began driving back home, when a sudden urge to urinate came over her. "Shit, I should of peed while I had the chance.", she groused. Jessie giggled and said, "Pull over; there's nobody around." "I am not going to pee on the side of the road!", Amanda protested with a laugh. Suddenly, Jessie sat upright and pointed at a road coming up. "Turn down there! I'm serious, turn there!" Shrugging, Amanda turned down the new road and glanced curiously at her sister. "About another mile... yeah, turn in here.", ordered Jessie. Amanda pulled into the parking lot of a modern garden apartment complex. It was late but the side road and parking areas were well lit, and she easily followed her sister's directions to an apartment building around the back of the complex. Jessie began fishing through her purse as Amanda stared and protested, then pulled out a large key triumphantly, and crawled out of the car. She staggered towards the building, Amanda following, and used the key to let herself in. She gave a very theatrical "Sshhh!" when Amanda asked what was going on, then explained, "Esteban lives here." "Who?" "Esteban. My boyfriend." "And you have a key?" "Sure, we'll let ourselves in and you can go pee." She cracked the door and pulled her sister in behind her. "And what if he wakes up and shoots us?!", whispered Amanda nervously. Jessie cupped her substantial tits and jiggled them through her T-shirt. "I'll distract him while you go pee." Just then, a light came on down the hallway, and a tall young man dressed in sweatpants and an open bathrobe shambled out of a bedroom. He looked very young and very handsome, with a wiry frame and a hairless chest, and looked like he had just left a woman satisfied in bed, and would be able to take on a few more. "Cara mia?", he asked sleepily. "Quien esta?" He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, then looked at his late night visitors closely. He spoke with a slight lilt of an accent, and said, "Jessie, what in the world are you doing here? Hello, who are you?", he asked Amanda pleasantly. "I'm Amanda Jellicoe, Jessie's sister." "Esteban, Rafael Cardones Ramirez y Ramon, at your service, senorita.", he said with a flourish, bending over her hand and kissing it sensuously. "Mi casa es su casa." 'Oohh, he's cute!", exclaimed Amanda to Jessie, giggling at the attention. "Esteban, we only dropped by so Amanda could take a leak.", laughed her sister, pointing Amanda down the hallway. Esteban looked very curiously at the two women when Amanda told her sister to distract him until she got back. Both women began laughing uproariously. Amanda giggled as she walked down the hallway and entered the bath. The apartment was a two bedroom, one bath layout, and the bath had doors both to the hall and to the larger bedroom. As she closed the door to the bedroom, she noticed that Esteban had the largest bed she had ever seen, a real party model. Closing the door, she swiftly peeled down her jeans and panties, then sat and relieved herself. Amanda took her time in cleaning up and leaving the bathroom. An inveterate snoop, she quickly opened the medicine cabinet and peered inside, only to be disappointed by the lack of anything interesting. Touching up her hair, she opened the doors and went back to the hallway by way of Esteban's bedroom, taking a quick look around as well. It was the quintessential bachelor pad, done in dark leather and polished chrome, with a satin sheets and several marital aids discretely laying on a nightstand. Amanda's eyes widened as she noticed their placement, and she crept back down the hall before anybody missed her. She needn't have worried. Jessie had indeed distracted her lover. They were standing in the kitchen, facing each other, and Jessie was pressed against Esteban kissing him. He was returning her kisses fiercely, and had pulled her T-shirt up, cupping and fondling one large breast. He had already undone her front clasp bra and she moaned as he tweaked her large nipples, while his other hand had already unzipped her jeans and was probing her drenched pussy. Amanda stared as she saw what Jessie was doing; she had tugged his sweatpants down to mid-thigh and she was furiously stroking an impressively large cock. Amazed, Amanda watched silently from the doorway as the pair masturbated each other, even noting the fact that both her sister and Esteban shaved their crotches. Amanda was astonished, not by Jessie's barren pussy, since Amanda did the same to herself. No, Amanda had never seen a man with shaved balls, but they looked delicious, and wondered if Jessie shaved her lover. Esteban was the first to notice Amanda staring at them. Smiling subtly, he let go of the breast he was fondling and extended his arm. He waved his fingers in a lazy, 'come here' sort of gesture at Amanda, giving her a tranquil smile. Amanda froze, then very slowly began to move closer. Jessie's eyes opened as her boyfriend pulled his lips away and she felt the absence of his fingers on her tits. Looking up, she noticed that he was summoning her sister to their side, and she let go of her grip on his cock in surprise. In response, Esteban began to relentlessly paw at her dripping cunt, and whispered, "Don't stop." Surprised and aroused, Jessie began fisting him again. Then, he turned back towards Amanda, and said, "Join us. Come here. Now." His voice had an insistence to it that Amanda found impossible to ignore. Stepping within arms-length of him, she was not at all surprised when she felt his free hand caressing her tits through her blouse. She stood and shivered as he began to unbutton her blouse and then he reached inside to caress her own tits. Uncaring, she began undoing her clothing. "Let us go into the bedroom.", he suggested. Amanda nodded mutely, and Jessie said, "You're going to fuck her, aren't you. You're going to fuck my sister and make me watch. You're going to make her come, aren't you." She refused to let go of his cock and the threesome moved awkwardly down the hallway continuing to grope each other. "You want me to, eh, puta? You want to eat her pussy with my come in it, eh, puta?" Eseban taunted Jessie as he pulled the women into his bedroom. A trail of clothing littered the hallway leading back to the kitchen. He lay down on the bed and pulled the sisters along with him. "Now, satisfy me.", he ordered, pushing both faces towards his rampant manhood. It was almost as if Amanda was watching another woman in a dirty movie, but it really was herself. She and Jessie began fighting for Esteban's cock, slobbering over it, jacking his shaft, rubbing his hairless balls and sucking his cockhead. He moaned in contentment as he felt himself getting closer, then moaned loudly as Jessie drove her face down on him, taking his cock to the back of her throat, and he unloaded his jism into her mouth and throat. Amanda pumped Esteban's cockshaft as he filled her sister's mouth with come. This wasn't the first time she had 'cheated' on Frank, or was it? They had friends in Iowa who, during a visit years ago, had intimated that they were into the swinging scene, and Frank and Amanda had been drunk enough to play along with the idea. Before they had realized what was happening, they were the center of attention, as the O'Connors undressed them and swapped off. Afterwards, both Frank and Amanda had admitted that they had actually enjoyed it immensely, and their own sex lives had been given a very interesting spark. Still, even though every few years they got together for a short vacation in the heartland, they didn't do it often, and Amanda, at least, had never been with a man when her husband wasn't present. She didn't think Frank had done anything without her being around either, once she had a moment to consider it. Esteban drove any thoughts but lust from her mind as he bent down and lowered his face to her hot snatch. She gasped as his talented tongue snaked out and flicked across her agonizingly sensitive bud, and Jessie began massaging her tits as she began thrashing atop the silk sheets. She was practically crying as he pulled her onto her side and entered her from behind, lifting a leg and propping her open with his knee as he thrust his cock into her. "Come' tu, putita.", he ordered Jessie in Spanish. "Eat your sister as I fuck her!" "No, no... oh my god!", shrieked Amanda as Jessie began licking her pussy as Esteban drove into her from behind. Jessie didn't stop even after Esteban exploded into her, filling her pussy to overflowing; she stayed in place licking the thick white froth formed at their joined crotches. Afterwards, as Esteban sleepily drowsed on his bed, a ghostly smile on his face, Amanda stared at her sister as if she didn't know her any more. "I need to go home.", she said quietly. "I am taking your car." Jessie snuggled against the side of Esteban and nodded happily. "Something a little different, huh? Now you should go home and lie to Frank and maybe get some more from him, hmmm?" "Jesus!", whispered Amanda in disbelief. She dressed hurriedly and grabbed the car keys and took off. Surprisingly, that was precisely what happened. After sneaking into the house well after midnight, she had crept into the bathroom to wash Jessie's lover's come from her body, only to be greeted by her very horny husband as she left the shower. "Coming back late, huh? Spent the night watching male strippers? Maybe you need something extra now?", he had asked with a leering grin. Again she had a sense of watching someone else, this time herself making love to her husband, roughly and heatedly. The next morning, glowing as only a well and truly fucked woman can glow, she greeted her sister and Esteban when he drove her over to pick up her car. Frank noted curiously that the two women spent a lot of time giggling and whispering to each other, and didn't have a clue how to react to the young Mexican boyfriend of his sister-in-law ------- "I think Esteban is good for her. You don't look at me like that!", protested Amanda. "Fine, go and put on a dress like that and I'll look at you like that!", responded Frank amicably. He took the sting out of his words by leaning over to kiss his bride warmly. ------- Chapter 5 "This joint is about five minutes from a public orgy!", whispered Frank to his wife, nervously. Amanda snickered and replied, "It's not that bad. Everybody's just having fun, honey." Frank snorted in derision. "Yeah, fun groping each other! Where'd the ring-bearer go? He off screwing the flower girl in the coat closet?!" Amanda laughed lightly. She pointed towards the corner of the ballroom, where her second cousin, the five year old flower girl, was curled up in her mother's lap, sound asleep. The ring-bearer, the flower girl's six-year-old brother was busy jostling for position to catch the garter. He was trying to stay in front of Charlie, who was teasing him by trying to keep in front of the boy. When the groom turned his back to toss the garter, Charlie solved any problems by picking up the young man and lifting him into position. The ring-bearer squealed with laughter as he grabbed the garter in mid-air, then tore off to show his laughing parents. An equally noisy fight ensued over the bride's bouquet, as the single women fought for the symbolic chance to be the next to wed. Frank's niece Gloria Castlebaum, a recently divorced thirty-something from Pittsburgh, snagged the flowers, then waved them triumphantly as Melly hugged her. A chair was brought to the middle of the dance floor, and she sat down in it as the ring-bearer was brought forward. "No way!!!", he yelled, utterly grossed out by the idea of sliding the garter up Gloria's leg. "Hey, buddy, you got to! That's the rule!", laughed Charlie as he pushed the boy forward. The entire room was exploding in laughter. "Gross!", he replied. "You do it!" With that he thrust the garter at a surprised Charlie and tore away. Gloria pulled her long gown to knee level and winked lewdly at Charlie, who immediately gave a theatrical "Gross!" The place exploded in laughter again as Charlie allowed himself to be 'forced' forward to where Gloria was waiting, legs crossed and making a 'come along' gesture with a hooked forefinger. The band began a loud burlesque number as the singer exhorted Charlie to put the garter as far up Gloria's leg as possible, promising more good luck for the newlyweds the higher Charlie moved the garter. He camped it up, slowly moving the elastic band northwards, traveling above her knee to where Gloria held her dress. Her eyes widened and it became her turn to protest as Charlie continued to push the garter higher, forcing her to keep inching her gown higher. The crowd gathered around them stared as Charlie teased the garter higher, staring at Gloria's very shapely leg, as she struggled to maintain a semblance of decorum, and the room roared. Face reddening fiercely, Gloria stopped pulling her dress up at a point where it was obvious that she was wearing pantyhose and not stockings, but Charlie continued pushing the garter northward. The place exploded in laughter as Charlie's wandering fingers elicited a gasp and a slap to the face, but Charlie responded by leaning in and using one hand to pull her head forward, and pressed his lips to hers for a very friendly kiss. Relenting, he pulled back and stood, clasping his hands over his head in a prize fighter's victory stance, as Gloria gasped, dazed and confused by the moment. Frank and Amanda watched, astonished by the youth's bravado, as he grabbed himself another beer. They watched in awe, as Melly's maid of honor, her college roommate, who had been spending a considerable amount of time with Charlie before the garter ceremony, despite her own impending nuptials, came over jealously. They were soon joined by Gloria, who seemed to feel she had a claim on the youth as well. Charlie solved the problem by leading them both out onto the dance floor, saying, "Ladies, there is more than enough Charlie for both of you!" The two older women gave a visible start at this, then looked at each other and gave an amused shrug of acceptance. "You don't think... ?", asked Frank to his equally amazed wife. "He wouldn't..." "Oh, I think he would.", commented Jill, who had come up behind the others and witnessed the entire scene. "You know that age when boys and girls start to play doctor? Charlie decided to go into gynecology." "Just as long as he doesn't branch out into obstetrics.", wryly answered Frank, half in awe and half in envy. "You really do throw quite the party, Frank.", said George, coming up behind his wife and wrapping his arms around her possessively. He gave her a gentle fondle as well, pressing his erect cock into her from behind, smiling at his hosts. "More like quite the orgy.", Frank responded. "I knew the country club had a number of alcoves and niches, but I figured they would be good for the photos. I swear to God, there's a steady stream of twosomes heading out to those little alcoves and gazebos and coming back in ten minutes later, looking, well, looking like they've been very busy!" "I know! It's great!", answered George with the biggest shit-eating grin possible. Amanda started laughing as Jill blushed and Frank sputtered. "You ought to give it a shot, buddy!" It was then that the newlyweds came up. More accurately, Melly staggered up, dragging her bemused husband behind her. "Mom and Dad, Mom and Dad,", she started off, looking at the two sets of parents. "I think we're going to be going. Dave is very horny!", she announced loudly. Dave rolled his eyes at this as her father blushed. Melly was well and truly sloshed. "I mean, I took care of him once already, in the limo, but he really wants some more!" "Okay, dear, I think you should kiss everybody good night now.", said Dave with a tolerant smile. He was still quite sober, and began directing his bride in saying good-bye to the others. The parents quickly wished the newlyweds a nice honeymoon; they were flying to Miami and then taking a seven day Caribbean cruise. True to form, Melly replied that she was sure that they would have a good time, since she was leaving all her underwear behind. Dave hustled her out, as their parents shook their heads in amused disbelief. "I hope like hell she has a hangover tomorrow.", announced Frank ruefully. "A bad one!", agreed his chagrined wife. ------- "I think we should take Gloria's car over to the Marriott. She and I both have rooms there and we can bring you back for your car in the morning.", said Charlie. The teen had one arm around Gloria's waist and the other around Karen Swenson's, the maid of honor. "I can't believe I'm doing this.", Karen muttered to no one in particular. Gloria nodded agreement in a half- amused, half-amazed state. Charlie gave them both an easy grin and leaned in to nuzzle their necks, one after the other. Ever since he had slid the garter up Gloria's leg and Karen and confronted them afterwards, he had been working wholeheartedly at setting the rest of the evening up. In fifteen minutes, maybe less, he would have succeeded. Charlie Talbot had an appreciation of all things carnal that went far beyond his years. In particular, he enjoyed partaking of the pleasures of the flesh with beautiful women who were older, but as he had eagerly discovered, not necessarily more experienced than he. He suspected that it all stemmed from his first fuck, when the horny mother of his best friend had come on to him when he was just a tall and gangly twelve, and he had allowed himself to be used in the pool house. Mrs. Cooper had been very instructional that summer. He also had a taste for threesomes, which he attributed to the Johnson twins, when he was fifteen and they were sixteen. He had been dating and screwing Becky for several weeks when she had invited him down to the family room in the basement one afternoon. After laying a comforter on the carpet, she had stripped them both and then laid Charlie on his back and climbed on top. Afterwards, she had kissed him and scampered off to the bathroom across the room. A few minutes later she had returned, and immediately began kissing him and fondling his stiffening cock, then mounted him a second time. Afterwards, sensing something amiss, he had examined the wrist bracelet, to see a large 'V' on it. "Vicky?", he had asked in amazement, to which she had nervously giggled and summoned Becky from the bathroom. She was still naked and explained how she had been bragging to her sister about him and Vicky had demanded a shot at him. They had set up everything and watched the other screw him. They had nervously asked if he was angry, to which he had simply smiled and pulled them both down beside him. Tonight, Charlie had been working on both women nonstop since announcing that there was more than enough of him to go around. Taking both Gloria and Karen out to the dance floor, he had pulled them against him and the three had awkwardly moved around together. Constantly rubbing against them, running his hands along their backs and sides, he would whisper lewdly to each what he wanted to do to them. "Mmmm, I want to feel your nipples. Why don't you remove your bra?", he had told Karen. To her astonishment, she had gone to the ladies room and taken it off, stuffing it into her bag. "I bet that pussy I was rubbing is very, very tasty!", he whispered. "You are out of your mind!", replied a scandalized Gloria, shivering as his fingers ran up her back. "Go take off your panties, so I won't have to wait to find out!", he replied with his easy smile and a wink. Her pussy juice was practically flowing as she protested weakly then scampered off to strip off her panties and hose. By the time he had retrieved a pair of champagne bottles and begun leading the two women to the parking lot, the only clothing either was wearing was their dresses and their heels. He eagerly climbed into the back seat of the Taurus and Gloria and Karen settled in up front. Karen spoke first, as Gloria started the car. "This is crazy!" Charlie grinned and moved forward between the bucket seats. Reaching around awkwardly, he pulled her face towards his and began kissing her fiercely, even as he began fondling her breasts through her dress. After she began moaning, he had relented, then turned towards Gloria, driving and watching them from the corner of her eye. He reached down and cupped a breast through her dress and leaned in to begin licking her neck and ear. Gloria's nipple stiffened abruptly as she began responding, and he let up to keep from getting in an accident. For the rest of the brief drive he alternately nuzzled and licked and fondled the women, to the point where they were practically orgasming in their seats by the time Gloria parked. Charlie led the two women, both practically dazed with sexual anticipation, to his room and led them in. He ostentatiously popped the cork on the first bottle of champagne, then poured it into the plastic cups available. Grinning, he led them in a silent toast, then as they stood before him, he had set his cup down and tossed his jacket and bow tie aside. Moving behind Karen, he had pressed his erection into her ass, eliciting a low moan, then reached around her to Gloria, to pull her thins straps down off her shoulders to the sides of her arms. He smiled as her cleavage deepened and her breathing became shallower, then unzipped Karen's dress and pulled it off her. He stepped away and the dress slid down her slim form to pool at her feet, then he moved to Gloria and repeated the process. The teen stepped back between the two and picked up his cup. Refilling the cups, he sipped as he anticipated the evening's entertainment and looked the older women over frankly. They stared at each other as well, sizing up the opposition as it were, and Charlie considered them an even match. Karen was younger, a blonde with short hair cut in a page boy style, slim, with pert breasts, 'landing strip' muff, and a 'bubble butt.' Gloria, on the other hand, was almost as tall as he, a fleshier brunette with larger, fuller tits and a deep belly button. Her hips were wider and her dark bush was neatly trimmed in a classic bikini triangle. Karen and Gloria smiled at each other and moved towards Charlie. They began rubbing their hands across his chest and trousers, and began to unbutton his shirt. He shifted as needed to allow the two to strip him, then stepped back as the final snap on his pants came loose and they slid down his thighs. Grinning, Karen and Gloria drained the last of the champagne straight from the bottle, then knelt and pulled his boxer shorts down. "Oh, my God!", exclaimed Karen as she saw for the first time what had been pressing against her all evening. "Charlie, it's gorgeous!", agreed Gloria. It wasn't the first time Charlie had heard such words. The first time had been with Mrs. Cooper in the pool house as she had pulled his swim trunks down. Smiling proudly, Charlie twitched his loins and caused his erect cock to jiggle pleasantly. First Gloria, then Karen reached out to began stroking his cock and rubbing their fingers across his nuts. As far as the two women were concerned, Charlie Talbot had the most perfect penis either one had ever seen! Fully eight inches long and three inches in diameter, it curved upwards pleasantly from a pair of large and elongated balls to a large and perfectly shaped dark purple cockhead. Anatomy textbooks could use his cock for a model, except for the fact that every male reading it would feel small and imperfect afterwards. As the two pumped his shaft, a small bead of precum formed. "Let's take this somewhere horizontal, ladies.", he suggested, breaking the mood slightly. Giggling like giddy schoolgirls, Karen and Gloria took him by the hands and began leading him to the king size bed. Charlie kicked off his pants and shoes, then sat down on the edge of the bed and peeled off his socks. The women kicked off their high heels, then dragged him back to lay in the center of the bed, with them on either side. Charlie began kissing the two, focusing now on fondling their tits and pussies. He kept one hand on each as they moaned and moved against him, pumping his stiff cock and filling their fingers with precum. "Swing around.", he asked. "I want to taste you.", he said to no one in particular. Grinning at each other, both Karen and Gloria swung around on the bed so that their pussies were level with Charlie's eager lips, then they dove down to engulf his cock. Charlie began fondling and licking their dripping cunts as he felt their lips and tongues running the length of his cock, sucking down the precum drooling in an endless flow. Suddenly, as he began nibbling on Gloria's tasty clit and fingering Karen's asshole, Karen moaned and began pumping his shaft furiously. Gasping, Charlie began bucking his hips upwards as his come fountained into the air to land on the two women's faces. As Gloria and Karen began licking Charlie's come off his belly and their faces, they gazed wondrously at his limp cock. Magically it stiffened again, to stand proudly before their faces, and both women looked up his torso at him eagerly. "Well, ladies, who gets the first ride on the 'Charlie Express?'", he asked pleasantly. ------- Chapter 6 "Where's your keys, George?", asked Frank conversationally. The last guests had just left and it was just the four of them still at the country club. "In my pocket.", replied the father of the groom, confused by the question. "You sure? Let me see them." George shrugged and reached into his pocket, pulling them out and jingling them in Dave's face. "You're right.", remarked Frank, reaching out and snagging them. He thrust them into his pocket. "You won't be needing them tonight." "What!?!?", roared George Talbot. "What the hell?!" He moved towards Frank menacingly, only to stumble against a table and stop. "You are in no condition to drive. You can have these back tomorrow." As Amanda and Jill watched, George lurched towards Frank a second time, swearing he was sober as a judge, and Frank simply backed away. After he stumbled against a second table, though, he stopped and straightened up. Shaking the cobwebs from his head, he took a deep breath. "You're right. I can't drive. I apologize." Taking another deep breath, he said, "Actually, I'm not drunk, just not sober enough to drive." "Should we call a cab?", asked Jill, slipping an arm around her husband's waist. "Oh hell, stay at our place. You'll never catch a cab at this time of night, not for a drive all the way to the other side of town.", answered Amanda. "We can drive you back in the morning. Besides, it's not like we don't have a spare room now, is it?" The others snickered at this comment and George shrugged his shoulders in acquiescence. "Goody!", answered Jill. She grabbed Amanda's hand and pulled her towards the bar. "Hey, you've paid for this already, so let's not leave any behind." She pulled Amanda behind the bar, where the bartender was starting to clean up. Pointing to an ice filled chest on the floor with several bottles of champagne, she snagged two and handed them to her hostess. Taking another two for herself, she said, "Waste not, want not!" Frank and George smiled and escorted the two women to Frank's Buick. "You'll never fit in the back.", Jill told her husband. "You two sit up front and Amanda and I will sit back here." George gave an amiable "Okay.", and climbed into the passenger side after shutting the rear door on the two women. He smiled ruefully at Frank, knowing his wife was right. He was too tall for almost any back seat. It was only a fifteen minute drive from the country club to the Jellicoe's, as opposed to over forty-five to the hotel on the other side of the city where George and Jill were staying. Along the way, the men up front were mystified by the peals of laughter echoing from the rear. These had started after Jill had opened one of the bottles of champagne, causing the cork to rebound around the interior, much to Frank's dismay. "Hey, keep that down. I don't need to be pulled over by a cop!" Jill and Amanda laughed at this, then Amanda stared as Jill mimed giving the foaming bottle a hand job. She whooped in laughter, then mimed giving one of her bottles a blow job, causing Jill to burst into laughter. The two women practically drained the bottle between them, making the crudest of sexual mimicry to each other, and were quite drunk by the time their husbands got them out of the car. George took the bottle and drank from it, then passed it to Frank, who drained it. "Another dead soldier.", he quipped. Jill held up the second bottle she was carrying. "Reinforcements!" "Christ!" Frank let them inside the house, at which point both his wife and Jill announced that they needed the bathroom. Frank simply shook his head in rueful disgust and took the bottles away from Amanda. Jill held on to hers as she followed Amanda upstairs, oohing as she was shown around. Frank led George into the living room and settled onto the couch. Looking around, George spotted the wet bar and moved behind it, pulling four flutes out and setting them on the bar. He opened the bottle of champagne much more decorously than his wife, and poured some for Frank and himself. "You didn't really, you know, in the garden... ?", asked Frank skeptically as he accepted his flute. George grinned maniacally. "Damn straight! I noticed what was going on and told Jill. It was her idea." "You're shitting me!" "Like hell! We went out back and watched through the bushes as some girl gave a hummer to one of the ushers. It turned her on so much that she led me to a gazebo way out back and gave me one. Topless, too!" "Shit!", said Frank with a laugh. "Yeah, later on, when you saw me diddling Jill, that was sort of a thank you, you know?" George laughed. "Come on, don't tell me you didn't want to nail Amanda? She was looking way too good for you not to want some of that!" It was Frank's turn to waggle his eyebrows lasciviously. "Not there, but earlier, at the church, in the men's room..." ------- "... bent over, taking it from the rear. It was great!", commented Amanda to Jill. "He had my skirt around my waist and my top open and pulled down and he was just banging away. Anybody could have come in!" The two women had found their way to the master bath, where they had unselfconsciously relieved themselves on the toilet and were now gabbing to each other as they worked on the second bottle of champagne. "Oh, that sounds so hot!", exclaimed Jill. "I hope I get some more tonight from George! I am so horny I could just go bust! I mean, I gave him a titty fuck and a BJ out in the gazebo, and he fingerfucked me later, but I am still just incredibly horny!" Amanda grinned at this. "Listen, go take a cold shower and leave your dress here. I'll let you have one of my robes. I know I need a bath." "So go ahead." Jill left the bathroom and went back into the master bedroom, leaving the door open. Through the door she watched as Amanda stripped off her dress, then peeled her underwear and stockings off. Pussy juice was practically running down her own legs as she watched her curvaceous hostess through the glass door of the shower. She hurriedly stripped off her own clothing, then padded softly back into the bath. Pulling open the door, she stepped inside, laughing at the shock Amanda showed on her face. "I couldn't wait!" "Uhhh..." "Turn around, I'll do your back.", said Jill as she luxuriated under the hot water. Dumbfounded, Amanda turned away, then shivered at Jill's touch as the tall blonde began running the soap across her back. In short order, Jill was providing a very sensual massage as part of the cleaning process. Amanda gave an involuntary groan as Jill ran her fingers along the crack of her ass. "Do you and Frank ever play on the side?", asked Jill softly. She ran a pair of soapy hands around to Amanda's navel and raised them up under her tits, cupping them gently before withdrawing. "Ever do any swinging or swapping?" Startled, Amanda turned slowly to face Jill. Jill kept her hands at the same height, so that when they were facing each other, she was fondling Amanda's large and puffy nipples. Amanda gave a quiet squeal of pleasure, then nodded mutely. "Good, cause George and I have this little thing we like to do." Jill lowered one hand to Amanda's slickly nude crotch and began running a finger through her pussy lips. "See, George has a tendency to fool around on me. I caught him once when I flew out to meet him on a business trip when he wasn't expecting me and I walked in on him and a secretary on the bed. What happened was that I didn't get pissed, I got horny. I made the girl do me as well as George. I discovered I was bi." This was said almost in a whisper, as she leaned forward against a quivering Amanda, leaning in to lick her ear and neck. Amanda gasped as her body took over, shaking as she pulsed through a shattering orgasm. Jill continued fondling Amanda until the shorter brunette pulled away, gasping for breath. "Oh God, I've never..." "Did you like that?", asked Jill with a smile. "Jesus, yes!" "Then do it to me. Later, we can go down and do the guys together. Would you like that?", she asked with a grin. Amanda shyly nodded, blushing as she did. "I don't know... I've never done this before..." Jill smiled and took Amanda's hands, pulling them to her own substantial tits. "Touch me like you want to be touched..." ------- "Getting settled in, dear?", asked George of his wife curiously. She and Amanda had just come down the stairs to the living room dressed in nothing more than very short bathrobes. It was obvious that both women had showered and freshened up, but it was also obvious that Amanda and Jill were not precisely the same size. Specifically, Jill was several inches taller than Amanda, and the rather short silk robe rose alarmingly high on her legs, high enough so that if she did not move carefully her ass and pussy would be on display. "Uh, champagne, honey?", asked Frank of his wife. He was eyeing Amanda closely also. Her robe was in the proper size, but quite sheer. Her magnificent tits were highlighted by the practically transparent fabric, and only the layering below the waist where the robe wrapped kept her pussy from showing. Both women were barefoot and quite obviously naked beneath the robes. "Please darling.", she answered sweetly. Frank stood quickly and scurried to the bar to bring back another pair of flutes, and turned around to find that Jill was curled up comfortably on her husband's lap. This action caused her robe to gape open at the bottom and show her cunt to the rest of the room. She smiled at him and spread her legs slightly. His eyes were drawn like steel to a magnet at the sight. Feeling his wife's amused stare, Frank came back to his armchair and sat down after handing both women their champagne. Smiling demurely, Amanda settled back onto his lap, and her robe untied in the process. Now, exposed completely as the flimsy fabric wafted away from her lushness, it was George's turn to stare appreciatively. "Uh, Amanda, what is going on?", asked Frank. "Well, Frank, you know how we sometimes get together with Bob and Carol? Well, Jill and I got to talking about it and she was curious about it." Jill nodded at her wide-eyed husband. "Uh, huh! I mean, we've only done threesomes and I wanted to try something a little different. I already turned Amanda on to girls!" Amanda blushed at this as Frank's head whipped around to her, but she grinned and nodded agreement. "So, we are going to swap off and fuck you guys. I mean, if you don't mind?" She stood up and let her robe fall from her shoulders then stood by George. Jill stood up and stripped her robe and went to Frank with a smile. "Jesus Christ!", exclaimed Frank lowly. He glanced at his guest, who gave him a smile and stood to remove his own clothing. Frank hopped up and began stripping his clothes off, with enthusiastic help from Jill. In moments the four were standing naked, grinning as they contemplated each other, and Frank's and George's erections were competing for the title of biggest and horniest. George broke the spell by dropping to the carpet, shoving clothes away and stretching out. Pulling a throw pillow under his head, he lazed back, his cock swinging upright, and said, "Man, oh man! I want to watch!" Frank laughed and agreed, sinking down and assuming a place a few feet to the side of his friend. "Come on ladies, it is time for the show!" Smiling, Amanda and Jill decided to warm up for the main event by warming each other up. Kneeling in front of their desperately horny husbands, they allowed their fingers and lips free rein over their bodies, first their own, and then as they became bolder, each other's. Amanda began by gently running her fingertips across Jill's nipples, eliciting a pleasant moan from Jill, who responded by thrusting one hand between her own legs and the other between Jill's. Both cunts were hot and slickly wet, and Frank stared in amazement as Jill brought her glistening fingers out of her cunt and lifted them to his wife's lips. Amanda licked off Jill's come, then twisted around. Throwing a leg over George's waist, she lowered herself onto the cock he aimed at her pussy. Jill impaled herself on Frank and the foursome began fucking in earnest. There was little love in this coupling, the passion was a raw sexuality that needed an immediate and urgent release. Amanda and Jill began moaning in orgasm almost from the moment they began riding their partner's massive cocks, and both men began pinching and fondling the women's stiff nipples and heaving breasts as soon as they could grab them. Amanda and Jill fucked the two men like women possessed by demons, sex demons, thrusting their fingers into their groins to rub their clits and scratch and paw at the cocks thrusting up into them. Within minutes, first Frank, then George groaned in relief, as back arching and hips thrusting, each man spewed an evening's come into the other's wife. "Sweet Jesus!", panted George quietly, looking across at his wife slowly disentangling herself from Frank. A noticeable sheen of perspiration covered the pair, a sheen he thought wryly, was more than matched by the sweat that he and Amanda had generated. She clambered upright, and George raised himself on his elbows. "That was... was..." He was at a loss for words erotic enough to describe the scene. "No shit.", agreed Frank as he lifted himself up and sank down onto the couch. Frank dragged himself upright and sat down next to him, staring as the two women, invigorated by the encounter, planned the next round. Jill opened the final bottle of champagne and poured out another round, which was gratefully consumed by everyone. "Amanda", she asked, "you swallow, right?" "Sure.", replied the happy hostess. She wasn't precisely sure where this was going, but she decided to play along a bit further. "And you've given Frank a blowjob after fucking him, right?" "Occasionally.", Amanda agreed. She glanced at Frank and he seemed as clueless as she was. "Well, you know how good his come tastes mixed with yours?" Amanda nodded in agreement, grasping the direction of the discussion. "Well, it tastes even better when there's a whole load mixed in with a load of pussy juice." She pointed lewdly at her sopping cunt, where come and juice was leaking out of her pussy lips onto her thighs. She sat down between the two men and spread her legs wide. "Clean me up while I warm the boys up!" She grabbed Frank's and George's cocks, one in each hand, and began stroking them alive. Amanda laughed, and to her husband's amazement, knelt between Jill long and outstretched legs, and lowered her face to Jill's steaming snatch. During their occasional swaps with their friends, it had simply been wife swapping, no bisexuality or lesbianism involved! Jill gasped as Amanda's tongue snaked out to begin licking the come and pussy juice leaking from her. Her grip on the two cocks tightened, then she resumed pumping the stiffening shafts as Amanda's lips and tongue went into a decadently wonderful rhythm on her cunt. Amanda's first cunt licking session proved she was a natural, better than either of the men, since she knew precisely how she wanted to be eaten and proceeded to do the same to Jill. Above her, Jill moaned and thrashed about in an endless low key orgasm as, Frank's come long since devoured, she poured out a fresh batch of her own juice to Amanda's questing lips. By now, both men were thoroughly revived, and their cocks were stiff and in need of relief. Frank started things off by standing, and as he looked down on his wife's glazed and ecstatic face, said, "Hey, man, feed her some cock, while I fuck Amanda some more!" So saying, he moved around behind Amanda, still eating out Jill. Amanda happily shifted her legs, spreading them wide to allow George an easy fuck, then looked up to watch as her husband knelt on the couch. Jill opened her mouth wide and Frank moved in, feeding her his cock. Then Amanda moaned with another orgasm as Frank pushed into her slowly, a single, non-stop entry that bottomed out in her come filled pussy. Come dribbled down the inside of her thighs as the massive piston pumped the excess out, and she lowered her face greedily to Jill's hot pussy. Jill sucked noisily as she pumped the shaft that Frank was thrusting into her mouth. He had a large cock, but one that was roughly the same size as her husband, and she had sucked him off so often that she easily handled Frank's eager face fucking. Out of the corner of her eye she could see George slamming into Amanda doggy style, and when he bottomed out, he was shoving her face into his wife's cunt. Jill was coming as much as any of the others when she felt Frank's cock expand and begin pumping a hot load of jism into her mouth. She allowed it to dribble out, running down her lips and chin onto her tits; when George pulled his limp dick from Amanda, she leaned forward and sucked Frank's come off Jill. Frank and George drained the last dregs from the champagne bottle, shaking their heads in disbelief at how the night had turned out. Frank set the bottle down, then stood up. "Listen, why don't we move this upstairs to the bedroom. We've got a fair sized bed, and I've got maybe one good fuck left in me tonight before I die, and I would like it to be on a nice comfortable bed. Pardon me ladies, but I am getting way too old to be doing gymastics!" Jill and Amanda laughed, especially when George stood and helped them to their feet, saying, "Great idea. I'm even older, and I am going to need some hardcore incentives. Specifically, you two are going to have to get into some serious sixty-nine, and then give a really, really good blow job before I am stiff again." Frank and Amanda led the way up the stairs and down the hallway to the oversized bed in their room. "Listen, once we do get up again, I want to try something I have always wanted to try." "Frank?", asked Amanda curiously, as she and Jill began moving into position on their sides. "I want to make one of you two a sandwich.", he said with a grin. George seemed stunned by the idea, though Amanda and Jill both warmed to the idea. "You mean, like girl-boy-girl, front to back, pussy and ass?", asked Jill. "That is so cool! Me first!" "Okay, but I'm next!", replied their hostess. "Hey, you guys need to come out to Chicago sometime soon for a visit!", said Jill, as she began stroking Amanda's come filled cunt. "We'll get rid of Charlie somehow and party down!" Amanda shuddered and lowered her face to Jill's snatch. "Deal!" ------- The End ------- Posted: 2001-12-07 Last Modified: 2011-08-31 / 10:45:12 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------