Harry Welby made two trips with Joan's three bags and his own suitcase into the Carter home. Upon the first one Alice Carter led him upstairs and pointed out the guest bedroom to him. He had never seen one exactly like it; the room appeared to be almost octagonal in shape, with paneled walls. He set the second set of bags down near the bed and hurried back out into the corridor, not waiting to unpack.
"Why don't we join the others?" he suggested with a smile he tried make unconcerned.
"Fine," Alice agreed, "if you'll give me just a moment to change. I find this suit too warm for this weather. Why don't you have a drink downstairs while you're waiting for me?"
"Well, all right," Harry said reluctantly, unable to think of a reasonable excuse for not complying with his hostess's request. He descended the stairs and walked to the ornate bar in a corner of the thirty-foot living room where he poured himself a stiff brandy. If that bastard Carter was harassing Joan again ... perhaps they should make an excuse and leave right away, not even staying the night? A sudden illness, possibly. Harry tossed down the brandy in a gulp, shaking his head morosely. Tom Carter wasn't-likely to let him off the hook that easily.
Upstairs, Alice Carter went into the master bedroom. She removed the pants-suit and hung it carefully in her closet. Then she took off her heavy net brassiere and unzipped her girdle, peeling its clinging closeness from her body. She stood in front of her boudoir mirror rubbing gently at the bra and girdle marks on her enticing soft white bountiful flesh. She turned and examined her wide-flaring nude hips in the glass, admiring the graceful elegance of their extravagantly roomy snow-white dimensions, and she smiled to herself. So many men were entranced by a truly luscious female bottom. She would soon learn if Harry Welby were among their number. He was really a handsome man. Alice's blood had stirred and her pulse quickened at his proximity to her on the stairs when he had brought in the bags.
She went to her closet again and selected an above-the-knee cocktail dress with a deceptively low-cut bosom. Unhurriedly she returned to the bureau and from a drawer chose a see-through bra of fine black lace that set off her wide-breasted, charming embonpoint perfectly, plus a pair of black lace panties. Before she wriggled her bottom into the panties which fit her like a second skin, Alice stared appraisingly into the mirror for an instant at the apex of her smoothly rounded belly where the jet black curls of her pubic hair clustered thickly and in stark contrast to her gleaming flesh. She smiled again.
Harry Welby paced the living room floor impatiently, glancing at his watch from time to time. Alice Carter had already taken ten minutes to change. Should he walk out to the cabin without her? It seemed impolite, but he was worried about Joan. Worried about Tom Carter, actually. Abruptly he made up his mind and started for the front door. He had told Joan he would try to manage as few moments of separation as possible.
He paused when he heard Alice's step on the stairs. He looked upward in relief, then stared. In the pants-suit he had looked at her without really seeing her, but this sophisticated-looking, beautiful woman in low-cut cocktail dress with figure-fitting lines was nothing to be taken for granted. "Why, you're-that's a lovely dress," he stammered.
"Thank you," Alice said demurely. She slipped her arm through his as he opened the door. Harry found himself listening distractedly to her small talk as they walked along the winding path with Alice's capacious breast brushing against him lightly. He could see into her deep cleavage merely by turning his head slightly, and he couldn't fail to note the light restraint afforded Alice's jiggling teat by the gossamer black lace of her bra through which he could see her delicate white flesh. He drew a quick breath. This was a damned handsome woman.
Alice led the way directly to the cabin and put her hand on the doorknob. "Why, it's locked!" she exclaimed in a surprised tone. Harry's partly allayed suspicions immediately revived. He took hold of the doorknob and shook the door. There was no rattle or squeak, and he could see that the cabin was so solidly constructed that it must be almost soundproof. "Perhaps they went on deeper into the woods," Alice continued. "Although I believe we can take a quick look inside through one of the portholes."
She led the way to one at the side of the" cabin. Harry was a step behind her. The portholes, apparently opaque from the inside but see-through from the outside, were a recent addition by Tom Carter. As Alice stooped to peer into the cabin, Harry heard very faintly a long, ululating moan that froze his blood and turned his face white, then angry red. He had heard Joan make that spund in the deepest throes of passion.
"Oh!" Alice gave voice almost in a squeal. She turned at once to Harry, apparently flustered. "Let's-perhaps we should-should try to find them at the house. They might have circled-"
Her voice died out as Harry shouldered her aside. Crouching, he looked into the cabin, and his breath caught in his throat. Joan, naked, was on a bed under a bright light with her legs in the air and most of her regally plump bare backside showing as with parted legs and closed eyes she continued to emit passionate sighs and groans while Tom Carter, between her thighs, busily licked, nibbled, and sucked Joan's cunt.
Harry sensed rather than felt Alice's face at the window beside his own, and he whirled upon her angrily. "Give me your key to this-this passion-pit!" he snarled at her.
"I don't have one," she said simply. She placed a hand on his arm. "It's a terrible thing to see, I know. But even if I had a key, I wouldn't dare use it." She contrived to sound wistful. "I'm-I'm afraid of my husband, you see."
Harry struggled for both breath and words, both of which failed him. As though drawn inexorably, Alice again put her face to the porthole and peered inside. After an instant Harry joined her again and they watched together. His blood threatened to bubble in his veins he was so furious. Then he caught a glimpse of Joan's face, vivid in its totally abandoned sensuality, and he grew even more angry if that were possible. Damn it all, Joan was enjoying it!
He groaned aloud as Tom Carter stopped frenching Harry's wife and moved upward on her round white belly. Harry stared unbelievingly as Joan's hand snaked down between their bodies and seized the big head of Carter's monstrous prick which she expertly introduced into her vagina. His lungs burned as Carter's great cock inched its way steadily into Joan's gaping channel. The bastard was fucking Harry's wife! And she was helping! She was luxuriating in it!
"Isn't it dreadful!" Alice whispered from beside Harry. "It's terrible to look but I feel soso excited." Her large breast brushed against the back of Harry's hand, its bouncy, warm resilience sending a quick little shock through him. "Ohh!" Alice's breath hissed through her teeth. "Look at his big cock go in and out of her!" She moved still closer to Harry. "Oh, God, I'm getting so h-hot!" she exclaimed, never taking her eyes off the pair on the bed in the cabin.
Harry stared incredulously as Tom Carter's huge rod pumped furiously into Joan's up-thrust pink-lipped pussy. What a fucking she was getting! And what a fuck she was giving him! He could hear her mewling little cries as the fleshy, rigid prong stabbed his wife's slavering cunt, and the picture before him was so obscenely passionate that he could feel his own penis hardening inside his shorts.
"What a screwing!" Alice murmured from beside him, almost in dismay. Of all the times she had been a witness to Tom's fucking his women, she had never seen one matching every thrust of his big battering ram as the blonde girl inside was doing. She turned suddenly to Harry. "Ohhhh, I'm-I'm-I think I'm going to faint!" she said feverishly. "That prick gliding in and out of her slippery quim-isn't it just awful?" She seized Harry's hand and rubbed it against her breast, then forced it inside her low-cut dress and clasped his hand around her lace-caged bubby whose stiffened nipple burned his palm. "I-don't-know-what's-the-matter-with-me!" Alice panted.
Without conscious thought Harry found his other hand up under Alice's skirt, playing with her pleasingly full thighs and then fingering the puckered wrinkle of her sex through her thin panties. Alice's hand came down and gripped the bulge at his trouser crotch. Her face swam into view hazily and her wet mouth, fused tightly upon Harry's. Their tongues locked and darted and twisted until Harry's penis began throbbing.
"Let's go back to the house!" he gasped when his lips were free. If Tom Carter could fuck Harry's wife, then by God Harry could fuck Tom Carter's wife! From Alice's glazed-eyed reaction to his feeling her up he knew he was in if he could just find some place to put her on her back.
Alice looked through the porthole again, and after an instant Harry followed suit. His lips tightened. Joan's beautifully rounded bottom which had been meeting every thrust of Carter's huge pole into her quiver now rested on the bed slackly. The felicitous expression of delightful well-being on her face told Harry that she had come while Carter continued to fuck her cunt in a tremendously frantic barrage of ass-plunging.
Harry felt both hurt and angry. Had Joan ever had that satisfied look on her face when he fucked her? Her appearance of composure startled him. How could she sprawl there with her legs doubled back upon her breasts to afford Carter every quarter-inch of possible penetration with a look of almost primly prudish contentment upon her features while that riotous prick savaged her brimful delectable cunt?
"He's coming!" Alice whispered tensely, eyes glued upon the pair on the bed. "He's coming!"
Before she said it the second time, Joan's facial expression changed. It seemed to come alive, and her behind did, too. Harry watched with mounting jealousy as his wife wrapped her legs fiercely around Tom Carter's back and pumped and pumped with her ass as Carter shot load after load of hot gism into her burning cavern and she inundated his spurting prick with her own spend.
The sonofabitch brought her off twice, Harry thought sourly. Did she ever do that with me? From the look of her she'd really had her ashes hauled. Would she ever think well of Harry's efforts in bed again?
Alice Carter tugged at Harry's arm. He was surprised to find his hand still up under her dress twiddling her moist pantie-juncture. Her ample thighs clamped down upon his wrist holding his hand in place. "I've-got to have it!" she said in a strangled tone. "Got-to have it!" Her breath blew noisily from her lips. "I'm so hot-soooooo hot!"
Harry was more than ready himself. "Let's go," he said brusquely. He pulled his hand free from her damp-pantied thighs, faced her about, and started for the house. Alice had to trot along beside him to keep up with his long strides. Her face was pink and her lips were compressed. He urged her through the door and up the stairs. He would have passed the guest room, but Alice walked into it.
Harry wasted no time. He undressed her quickly, eyeing with approval the abundance of her soft flesh as it came into view. He kissed her bare breasts lightly and tongue-flirted with her purple-graped nipples while she shivered, then stroked and fondled her heavy hind cheeks when he had bared her bottom. Standing in front of her, he brought his hand upward between her thighs and curved a finger into her cunt-hole which he found to be already swimming in its own juices. He finger-frigged her for a moment while she widened her leg stance to permit him more access and her breathing sounded loudly in the guest room.
He sat her down on the bed while he threw off his clothes. She went down on her back easily from his hand pressure upon her smooth shoulders, and he gazed curiously upon her pouting slit almost hidden in its mossy bush as her legs came up and parted widely. But he only looked for a moment. He didn't--want to look at that agreeably lusty cranberry-red cunt; he wanted to fuck it.
He lowered himself upon the resiliently substantial platform of her deliriously portly belly and felt his erection poke at her groove. His prick ached from distention; seldom had he felt so large. The sight of the awe-inspiring, tremendous fuck visited upon his wife had excited him immeasurably. Now he would return the compliment upon his boss's wife.
"Put it in!" he ordered.
Alice took his rigidity in her hand and applied the purple head to her cranny-hole. Harry shoved once and lodged it, then drove forward in a series of lunges with an occasional pause to joggle his hips from side to side until he had sunk into his boss's wife's cunt till their body hairs entwined and Alice was making small, muted bubbling noises as Harry's prick distended her fiery prick-channel.
Then he began to fuck her in earnest.
Joan Welby pulled up her panties quickly and reached for her bra, averting her eyes from the tousled bed with the damp patch in its center marking the overflow that trickled from her pussy after its recent subjugation. Her legs felt weak and there was a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her panties clung stickily to her wet-lipped, soundly-fucked cunt, and she plucked them away with a feeling of distaste from her oozing fissure only to have the thin material once more plaster itself tightly to her flesh, outlining strongly the soft bump of her sex.
She walked spraddle-legged to her dress hanging from the nail and slipped into it, avoiding the sardonic gaze of Tom Carter who, fully dressed, was watching her clothe herself. "When are you going to admit you love it?" he demanded. "Instead of trying to act so over modestly priggish with a prick in your cunt?"
"Don't talk like that," Joan said.
"I'll talk any damn way I please," he answered irritatedly. "Are you saying you can take a prick in your mouth, cunt, or ass-hole but you can't talk about it?"
"Please," Joan said nervously. "Let's go back to the house. I don't want Harry to-to worry."
"Worry?" Tom snorted. "He's probably got Alice upside-down, playing her kettledrum."
"Not my husband," Joan said. She unlocked the cabin door. "Please come back with me so, so things will look normal."
"Sure," Tom grinned. "I'm always for the proprieties." He followed Joan from the cabin and fell in step at her side. "Go ahead and tell me you didn't love having my prick in you," Tom challenged her.
"You know I can't," Joan said in a low tone. "But do you h-have to keep th-throwing it up to me that I'm an animal?" Her voice trembled though she tried to keep it steady.
"A lovely animal," he said promptly. "And your cute cunt is a savory, fragrant, palatable, cozy nook for my cock to wallow in."
Joan blushed a bright scarlet as Tom opened the door for her. His use of words forbidden in polite conversation always roused her, and she tried to hide the fact as she glanced around the large living room. "Where is everyone?" she asked in an attempt to change the subject.
"I rather thought we might find them upstairs," Tom said meaningfully.
"You mean--? Oh, no," Joan said loyally. "Not Harry."
"There's one way of finding out," Tom returned airily, and led the way upstairs. Joan followed, feeling unsure of herself. This weekend hadn't started out at all as she and Harry had planned it. Tom's bulk ahead of her blocked Joan's view as they reached the second floor hallway. Then he stepped aside, and Joan found herself looking through the open doorway into the octagonal-shaped guest room.
She caught her breath.
A naked couple were fucking on the bed!
Joan's first instinct was to turn her back, to retreat hurriedly downstairs. Then she recognized the woman underneath the man whose smoothly pistoning prick was tobogganing steeply into a black-haired cunt below while the glistening half moons of a large, shapely bottom surged upward to assist in the fullest penetration of the cock-filled twat. It was Alice Carter being fucked by a man whose head was pillowed on her fabulous dark-nippled breasts while she crooned encouragement to the metronomic plunger siphoning her sex-juice so that Joan could see sparkling patches of wetness around the prick-distended, swollen-looking cunt!
Joan's eyes were nearly starting from her head.
It couldn't be! she thought desperately.
If it was Alice Carter getting so beautifully fucked, then it must be-
Joan refused to permit her mind to shape the thought as she watched the man's hairy balls slapping lightly against the woman's pearly-white big buttocks, the sound blending with the impact of the two bare bellies colliding forcefully on each downstroke. The grossly indecent scene from which she couldn't force her eyes was stirring a slow tickling desire in her own vaginal walls which Tom Carter's big prick had so recently ransacked.
"Not bad," Tom said critically from behind Joan. "I didn't think your boy had that much zing in him, Joan."
At the same instant Joan caught sight from a corner of her eye-somehow she just couldn't look away from the indelicate bawdy coupling on the bed!-of Harry's sport coat thrown carelessly on the floor, the coat Joan had so carefully selected for him. It was Harry-her Harry!-fucking Alice Carter on the bed in this strange-looking room!
A wave of jealous bile seared the back of Joan's throat. With a strangled cry she darted toward the oblivious couple on the bed. With clenched fists she beat on Harry's bare back and shoulders frantically. "You-get-off-of-her!" Joan panted. "You're married-to me!"
So immersed was her husband in his obscenely offensive performance that he didn't even notice her pummeling of him, but Alice slowed the movement of her incontinently heaving ass. Thrown off stride by the change in rhythm, Harry raised his head from its cushion on Alice's delightfully fleshy breasts, saw her looking over his shoulder, and half-turned himself. He stopped in mid-plunge upon Alice's genially receptive cunt as he became startledly aware of Joan's angry, red face staring down at him.
Tom Carter moved to the bed and seized Joan's elbow with fingers of steel. "I'm sorry your wife doesn't have better manners than to interrupt a couple before climax," he apologized to Harry, "but you've only yourself to blame for not disciplining her better."
Harry was speechless. He had lost half his erection; after all, it was his boss's wife in whose cunt he was immersed! But Alice's clinging sheath-walls nipped lightly at the tip of his prick, begging for more of the same.
Joan tried to wrench free from Tom's iron grip. "You-let-me-go!" she cried out. With her free hand she tried to push Harry off Alice's belly.
It was his turn to become angry. "What the hell were you doing just a few minutes ago while we were watching?" he demanded of his wife between deep breaths.
"W-watching?" she stammered. "You say--? "
"We saw you getting fucked and wallowing in it!" he snapped.
"Ohh-h!" Joan faltered. "But-but I couldn't help it! You know that!"
"I know what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander," Harry retorted.
"Correct," Tom said smoothly. "And now I think it's time we taught your wife there are certain social occasions which don't bear interruption, Harry."
Tom sat down on the side of the bed and pulled the surprised Joan over his lap. Before she realized fully what he was up to he had raised her dress, pulled her panties down to the backs of her knees, baring her desirable, full-fleshed bottom, and clamped her ankles between his own.
"What d'you think-you're doing?" Joan blurted, struggling ineffectually to release herself from the clever tactical waist-and-ankle pinioning which rendered her immobile.
"I'm going to teach your bare behind better manners," Tom said. There was a gleeful note in his voice as he stared down at Joan's squirming nude buttocks, the only part of her she could move. "But first-"
He leaned forward slightly, fumbled along the underside of the bed, and pressed something. There was a slight whirring noise and the octagonal wall panels slid slowly aside into hidden slots, revealing angled-forward floor-to-ceiling mirrors previously concealed behind each panel which afforded a multi-dimensional view of the guest room. Joan, across Tom's knees, stared in horror straight ahead of her as the four mirrors on that side of the room reflected from the four behind her every detail of her plumped-out bare behind right down to a tiny blonde tuft of damp-looking body hair peeping from between her tightly-clenched thighs. The four mirrors reflected four views of her childishly-presented nudity to her mortified gaze. "You let me up!" she cried shrilly to her tormentor.
On the bed Harry's attention had been attracted by movement over his head. Ceiling panels had moved aside to disclose a large double-swiveled mirror which reflected two views of his own hairy buttocks atop his boss's wife's belly while her pretty face stared serenely upward. Two of the side-view mirrors showed his prick immersed in her cunt! In the overhead mirror the underside of Alice's round white thighs in their doubled-back position and the lower slopes of her soft-looking buttocks could also be seen.
"This is something I've been wanting to do for a long time," Tom Carter said with satisfaction. He spat coarsely on his palm, then rubbed the palm over Joan's shrinking, malleable bottom, working the saliva into her flesh and into his palm. He repeated the performance twice more. "Take a good look now," he invited Joan who was staring horror-stricken at the mirror-eye view of his saliva-moistening of the four bare behinds appearing before her. "I wouldn't want you to miss anything going on behind you." He raised his right hand and brought his palm down with a pistol-like report upon Joan's taut, naked rear.
"Ohh!" she cried out as a hot flame gripped her spanked buttock. "Stop it! That-hurts!."
"Correct," Tom repeated, and delivered a resounding spank to the other buttock which quivered, flattened, and rebounded with the imprint of Tom's palm appearing upon it. "Owww!" Joan wailed.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Owww! Ohhh! Stop-it! Owwww! Oooooh! Stop-itttttt!" Joan shrieked as the merciless hard palm blistered her saliva-dampened nether rotundities. The angle mirrors faithfully portrayed four bare behinds writhing frantically and pinkening rapidly as the crackling spanks upon bare flesh resounded throughout the guest room. Joan had never dreamed that a hard spanking could be so painful, despite girlish experience.
On the bed Harry had raised himself slightly to see better. He felt an odd mixture of sympathy and satisfaction as he watched his wife's immolation. So she enjoyed getting fucked by his boss? Then let her enjoy this, too. Beneath him, Alice watched in the mirrors the familiar wild dance of Joan's naked rump as Tom's hard palm rebounded stingingly from it, and she felt a hot stirring in her own depths. Her cunt grabbed spasmodically at Harry's penis which had begun to swell again at the lewd sight of his wife's frenziedly plunging crimsoning hind end. Surprised, Harry looked down at the silent plea in Alice's eyes, and began to fuck in and out of her again in slow strokes while he continued to watch the spanking.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
"O h h h h h h h h!" Joan shrieked. "Owww! OWWW! pl-please! Owww! N-no-oooooooh!-more! Owww! My-bottom! My-ohhhhh!-b-bottom!" Through tear-filled eyes she could see in the mirrors the reddened behind squirming so furiously that occasional flashing glimpses of pink-lipped pussy encased in blonde curls was visible. Her flaming behind hurt so much she broke down completely and sobbed like a child while the relentless rain of spanks cascaded upon her blazing, tender flesh.
"There!" Tom announced with satisfaction after another dozen harrowing spanks that convulsed Joan's suffering backside. He stopped spanking and watched both first hand and in the mirrors as Joan's luridly-inflamed, twitchingly red-fleshed gluteal region galloped madly all over his lap.
When he turned his head, Tom saw that he had lost his audience. He grinned ironically as he saw Harry once more pumping in and out of Alice's wet cunt while she whimpered her satisfaction. Tom saw Alice's plump thighs raise up and grab at Harry's waist while his prick-movements upon her quickened and she gasped hoarsely. "Oh, ohh, ohhhhh, I'm-coming!" Alice vocalized in a rising threnody. Harry rose up on his knees and groaned heavily as his prick shot a huge load of sticky liquid up into Alice's gaping maw. "Ohhhhh!" Alice moaned as Harry collapsed upon her perspiring belly.
Tom returned his attention to the spanked bare behind on his lap. Joan's wild gyrations had slowed to an uneasy rotating movement as the hot burn in her soft hind cheeks seemed to permeate her entire body. She was still crying helplessly but was unable to avoid seeing in the mirrors the multiplied version of her glowingly-rubicund spacious haunches.
Harry rolled off Alice's belly, his diminished cock emerging with a sucking sound, and
Alice looked at Tom for instructions. "Stay put," he instructed her. "We'll put this little darling to work for a while." He put his hands under Joan's stomach, quivering from her sobs, and lifted her bodily. Tom faced the bed and lowered Joan upon Alice's still-prostrate body but with Joan's head at Alice's middle and Joan's middle above Alice's face. "Spread your legs!" he ordered the well-spanked Joan who complied weakly, and Tom settled her knees on either side of Alice's head. Tom put a hand behind Joan's blonde head and pushed her face down into Alice's greasy twat. "Clean out your husband's leavings!" Tom rapped at Joan.
Hesitantly, but forcefully reminded by the still-burning smart in her upraised crimson behind that obedience was the better part of attempted resistance, Joan inched her mouth down Alice's warm belly through her soft, thick, black, curly pubic-tresses to the oozing cunt-lips presented fully by Alice's doubled-up legs. Tentatively Joan licked at the friction-reddened sex-slit that was inundated with Alice and Harry's combined spend. She tongued the pouting outer lips steadily while her tears dripped upon Alice's exposed crotch.
At the other end of the line Alice stared upward into the lower edge of Joan's deep cleft and the shadowy embrasure contained within it, a scant two inches above Alice's mouth. Writhing slowly at the delicious feel of Joan's quick tongue licking at her own satisfied cunt, Alice raised both hands and pressed downward upon Joan's bare behind, still warm to the touch from Tom's hard spanking, and maneuvered Joan's cunt onto Alice's mouth. Alice darted a questing tongue along the pink fissure she had so recently seen accepting her husband's big prick, tasting Joan's and Tom's combined spend.
Harry sat on the bed and Tom stood beside it, both men watching curiously as the two women tongued each other. Ripples of movement agitated the soft female flesh of both Joan and Alice as Joan craned her neck downward and plunged her tongue inside Alice's cunt-hole, twirling it all around, while Alice replied in kind. Tiny shuddering tremors vibrated through Joan's elevated soft hind cheeks, pink now rather than scarlet. Harry, watching, let out a sigh, and looked down at his rising reerection.
"Yes," Tom said softly. His own penis was bunched in his shorts as it swelled from the stimulation of watching Joan and Alice lavish wet, clinging tongue-caresses upon each other's quiveringly-palpitated moss-lined exposed cunts. Alice's hands petted and cuddled Joan's spanked posterior above Alice's head, her own large unblemished fundament sympathetically in tune from shiveringly well-remembered spankings delivered by Tom.
Tom ripped off his clothes and stood naked by the bed with his jutting prick emergent from his lower belly in a slightly larger version of Harry's newly aroused fleshy expansion. "God, what a picture!" Harry said huskily as the fully endowed female bodies blended in fantastically easeful sexual harmony while the busy female tongues courted each other's swimming pussies. He looked at Tom. "Let's reverse them. I want to see Alice's ass on top."
"Good idea," Tom said. They both moved closer and together lifted Joan from Alice's plump stomach. The two mouths parted from the hairy-lipped female slits in squishy-sounding synchronization amidst muffled murmurs of protest from both Joan and Alice. Harry and Tom placed Joan on her back, then picked up Alice and put her face down on Joan's stomach. The same tongues located the same hot cunts, and Alice's uplifted bare bottom, more plump even than Joan's spherically-brimful globes, waggled gently as Alice's neck muscles jerked from her vigorous tonguing of Joan's slippery hot-box. Tom's hand descended upon his wife's trembling hind cheeks in a series of reassuring pats, and sensing that it was her husband's approving palm on her bare seat, Alice redoubled her efforts.
Harry glanced at Tom, all facets of employer-employee relationship forgotten. It was strictly man-to-man. "Ever wish you had two pricks so you could fuck two at once?" he said to Tom.
"When you get a pair like this, it's really something," Tom agreed, watching Joan draw
Alice's loins down more upon her mouth so she could penetrate Alice's love-incision more deeply. "Of course there's a way as good. Maybe better." Harry raised an i n q u i r i n g eyebrow while he played lightly with an exposed quadrant of Joan's upraised dusty-pink bottom-cheeks. "We'll give them another couple of minutes and then I'll show you," Tom continued.
Both men fell silent again as the sweetly felicitous double-tonguing by Joan and Alice continued. Joan's tears had long since dried on her cheeks which were now enfolded warmly by Alice's inner thighs. It had almost become a contest. Both were determined to show their men that they were best at this arousing form of sexual stimulation, and each worked mightily at giving as good as she received.
It was Tom who finally called a halt.
"I'm going to squirt if I watch them kissing each other's cracks any longer," he said, indicating the throbbing tip of his big cock. "Help me lift Alice off Joan."
Harry eagerly lent a hand.
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