Shifting on the bed, he straddled her head and eased himself forward, until he was lying on her soaked body. He smiled when he felt her eager hands rubbing his cock and pulling it toward her, gaping lips. Suddenly the hot feeling of her mouth enveloped his swollen dick, and he gasped thickly.
He then found her cunt and worked it frantically in an effort to make her climax again and again. Her pussylips were hot and sticky. He licked the sweet, hot juice as he pumped her cunt and asshole. The pink, swollen clit was throbbing against his chin. He took it in his mouth and sucked it, pulling it deeper and deeper into his mouth. Karen squirmed beneath him. He could feel her heart racing frantically.
She had been sucking her husband's stiff, swollen cock. It tasted delicious! she thought. She pulled it deeply into her mouth until the huge, round head was lodged against her throat. She wanted to swallow it completely, gag on it, choke on it, and force it down her throat. She wanted it to grow and grow, until it rammed its way down her throat and into her stomach. She wanted to feel its throbbing inside her.
George began raising and lowering himself on her. The action caused his prick to pump her mouth. She tightened her mouth muscles around the thick pole as it went in, and tried sucking it back in as it went out. George increased his pace, grunting and swelling in her mouth. His balls whacked her in the nose with every thrust. She reached up, caught them, and squeezed. George wailed and twisted his body. His hot breath saturated her cunt.
Then she felt his lips on her cunt again.
His tongue roamed along the curves of her pussylips, across the smooth skin of her inner thighs, over the swell of her pubic bone. He sucked her clit, rammed her cunt with three fingers shoved his thumb into her creamy asshole, blew on her, kissed her, rubbed the damp forest of chestnut-colored pubic hair with his nose, vibrated his lips on her sticky pussylips. Shuddering, the brunette quivered beneath him.
Then he was off her and guiding his trembling cock deeply inside her soaked snatch. Groping for him, Karen wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him lightly against her. Her ankles pressed against the cheeks of his ass and slammed him toward her viciously, so that his cock would jump an extra inch or two.
He fucked her quickly, his cock jumping in and out of her. She poured pussy cream all over his prick and balls, wriggling her hips and tightening her snatch around his cock.
The shapely brunette was soon squirming and groaning heavily on the bed. His prick and balls were soaked with cunt juice. He could feel it sloshing around inside her as he fucked her. He rammed his cock all the way inside her, squeezed her titties, rubbed them, and felt the storms rock them both.
Soon he was shooting his thick wad into her. It gushed from his cock like lava from a volcano, in six angry bursts. The jolts slammed into her, making her quiver and writhe beneath him. Her cunt jerked out two short loads before they both went limp and lay in each other's arms.
The next morning, Rick and George got up early, dressed, and went to play golf at the country club.
Karen was the first to awaken, at ten-thirty. Turning on her side, she stared at the empty half of the bed for nearly a minute before it dawned on her that George was gone. Sitting up, she put on her bathrobe and went dawn the hall. Knocking lightly on Diane's bedroom door, she waited for twenty seconds. When there was no answer, she went into the kitchen, found that George was not there, shrugged, and began to make coffee.
Dressed in a transparent negligee, Diane walked into the room. Her head lowered, she was yawning and trying to read the note she held in both hands.
"What's that?" asked Karen, sensing bad news. It took the sleepy blonde nearly thirty seconds to read the note, interpret it, scowl, and look up angrily. "It's from Rick," she said sharply, gritting her teeth. "D'ya know where those cocksuckers are, right now? At the fuckin' club, playin' eighteen fuckin' holes of golf!"
"Those fuckin' assholes!" whispered Karen angrily. "They no more than get home, dump their wads once, and then they're off and runnin' again, like fuckin' race horses!"
"Calm down, honey," said Diane, sitting down and lighting a cigarette. "They might've left real early. We don't know. They might even be back before lunch."
"Bulishit!" snapped the angry brunette. "D'ya know how fuckin' long it takes to play eighteen holes?" She groaned. "Practically the whole fuckin' day!"
"I know, I know," conceded Diane. "I was lust tryin' to make things look better."
"Those cocksuckers," Karen muttered angrily.
A few minutes later, the coffee was ready.
Rick and George returned late that afternoon. Laughing, they shoved their golf bags into the cupboard in the foyer.
Karen and Diane were sitting in the living room, watching television. Entering the room, the boys went over, bent down, and kissed their wives.
Rick sat down on the arm of the scab and said, "You'll never guess what happened on the golf course!"
The girls looked bored.
Rick continued. "We saw this guy we used to room with in college!"
The girls said nothing.
George broke in by saying, "Yeah. This guy used to be the world's worst student!" Both men laughed in delight. "He used to be in trouble week after week!" continued George.
Rick added, "Well, naturally we got to talkin', and when we mentioned we were married, this guy just went hysterical. You see, five years ago, when we graduated, we made a bet with this guy that he would marry before we would, and…"
"Well?" snapped Karen angrily. "Why didn't you invite him here for a drink or two?"
"We did," replied Rick. "He's out puttin' his clubs in his car."
"Does he know which apartment were in?" asked Diane.
"Dammit!" shouted George, slapping himself. "We were so occupied with old times that we forgot all about it!" He jumped up and ran out the door.
Rick smiled and added, "Before he comes up here, I should warn you about this guy. You see, he's a bullshit artist. Used to have the best line with girls." He chuckled. "Only a few minutes ago he was tellin' us all about the two gorgeous chicks he picked up drivin' home. Not only did he fuck em to death, but he took 'em to an o…"
The girls were no longer listening. They were now gazing at the door, where George was standing, beaming from ear to ear.
Beside him was standing their college friend. It was… Paul!