But he suddenly seemed to relent.
"Okay then, bend forward," he growled. "I gotta stick this thing up something!"
He pushed Lucy forward, and she caught hold of the low wall in front of her, bending at the waist, her lush ass thrust back toward Harry. A moment later he was crowding in close, his finger slipping out of her cunt while his cock probed up between her thighs, searching for a way in.
"B-Be careful," Lucy begged shakily. But even though she was afraid, her body was crying to be fucked. She eagerly spread her legs wider, then guided Harry's cock up into her cunt. She heard him groan as her cool fingers closed an his heated shaft, then the tip caught at the opening to her cunt and started to push up inside.
"Oooohhhh." Lucy moaned as the big organ slid relentlessly up her hungry cunt. It seemed to keep going in forever, yard by yard, until she felt as if the tip were lodged somewhere up between her tits.
"God, you're tight!" Harry panted. In her bent-over position, Lucy's snug cunt was compressed into a tight-fitting nest that hugged Harry's cock with a death grip. Never before had the trembling blonde felt so filled. She began to wonder if Harry would be able to fuck in and out of her, then he pulled his cock back out a little way and slowly shoved it back up inside.
"Oooohhhh, good… so good!" she moaned, her knuckles whitening with strain as she desperately grabbed hold of the wall. She began to push back with her hips as Harry continued to fuck into her increasingly wet cunt. Little shudders of pleasure rippled through her cock-stuffed body.
For a few minutes Lucy was so wrapped up by Harry's big cock plowing up into her cunt that she forgot about the couple in front of her. Then she remembered that Marge had been sucking Mack's cock, and looked up in time to see something that amazed her.
Before, when she had been watching Marge slide her lips up and down the bloated shaft, with half of it still sticking out of her mouth, Lucy had been aware that the truly monstrous cock had been shoved all the way to the back of Marge's throat. Lucy couldn't imagine how it could go in any farther.
But then, as the pressure in his balls began to grow under Marge's inspired sucking Mack tangled his fingers in the brunette's thick hair and held her in place while he frantically rammed his cock all the way into her mouth. Lucy saw Marge hesitate a moment, clearly gagging as the bloated cock pressed into the back of her throat. Then she opened her throat and the last few inches of gleaming prick slipped inside until Marge was wearing Mack's pubic hair like a moustache.
"How can she take all that?" Lucy whispered in disbelief. Further surprised, she saw that Marge actually looked pleased as the saliva-wet shaft continued to pound in and out of her face as if her sucking mouth were a cunt.
An enormous wave of sexual excitement swept over the young blonde as she watched the other girl being fucked in the face. That obscene sight, coupled with the novelty of being fucked from behind out in the open, with the sun and the wind bathing her tits and thighs, served to push the panting young wife to the brink of orgasm.
"Oh God, keep fucking me! I'm going to come!" Lucy cried to Harry. As she was speaking, she saw Mack suddenly stiffen.
"Jesus! I'm off!" he roared. "Keep your motherfucking mouth on my cock!" he bellowed to Marge. "AAAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
Mack grabbed the sides of Marge's head and held his cock sunk all the way down her throat as he pumped his load into her mouth. Lucy could see the base of his cock jerking and pumping, and Marge's throat was working crazily as she tried to swallow every drop of the big man's come. It was that or be choked by the hot stream of gushing jism.
"Look at that bitch suck!" Lucy heard Harry cry excitedly from behind her, and then she felt his cock suddenly swelling to enormous proportions up inside her cunt and knew he was going to come.
"Oh, yes! Fill me with your hot jism!" she wailed. "Shoot it up my cunt!"
The tip of Harry's cock seemed to be swelling to the size of ii doorknob, pressing into the tender tissues of her cuntal channel, pushing and pulling as he frantically pumped it in and out of her. When she felt the first hot rush of his come inside her pussy, Lucy felt as if someone had lit a fuse inside her belly. She hung for a moment, trembling, gripping the wall tightly, her legs quivering with strain.
Then she came, too, a long shuddering orgasm that poured through her body like molten metal. She was vaguely aware that she was making a lot of noise, squealing and moaning. Harry's heavy panting hissed in her ear, and from the other side of the wan she could hear lewd sucking sounds from Marge as she lapped the last few drops of come from Mack's quickly shrinking cock.
"You're two hot bitches," Mack said as he stood facing Lucy, his shriveled cock still hanging out of his pants, dripping come. "You both get off like volcanoes."
Lucy was still grasping the wall, panting, wishing she could sit or lie down. Her legs were shaking from the strain of standing while she fucked. It was with relief that she felt Harry pulling out of her.
"Give me a hand," she said, taking his arm.
"Sure, baby," he grinned, one hand playing over her tits while he helped her into the house. Mack and Marge came behind, Marge still naked to the waist, carrying her blouse in one hand and Lucy's shoes in the other.
"I left your pantyhose out there," she said. "Not much of them left."
The living room was comfortable, with more couches than chairs, obviously a room set up for fucking. The two men and the girls sprawled onto the furniture.
"You girls are really hot stuff," Mack repeated. "You fuck like minks."
"Thanks for the biology lesson," Marge replied.
"No, I mean it. I like to see you go. Hey, you ever make it with other women?"
"Sometimes," Marge said cautiously.
"That kind of stuff really turns me on. How about you two girls sucking one another's cunts while we watch?" Mack asked.
"I don't perform," Marge said acidly. "I fuck."
"Look, you said you make it with other women, so why not right now? I'll pay you each fifty bucks," Mack offend.
"What the hell do you think I am?" Marge asked, outraged.
"A whore," Mack said brutally. "Now are you two broads going to make it or not? We didn't drive you all the way out here just for the ride."
Lucy listened to the conversation with growing horror. Mack's face, hard and cold enough to begin with, was suddenly the epitome of sadism.
"Hey, leave 'em alone, Mack," Harry said feebly. "She said they didn't want to. After all, we've made out all right. She gave you some good head, didn't she?"
"Shut up, Harry," the crew cut blond man snapped, and Harry grumblingly fell silent.
Mack was facing Marge, and Lucy had the distinct impression that she was watching a contest of wills between the two. It occurred to her that Marge's sharp-tongued independence might have annoyed Mack, and he was using this confrontation as an excuse to establish his dominance. Watching his brutal face, Lucy realized she was scared, and wanted to be somewhere else. It looked like she might have to pay for the good fucking Mack had given her. Suddenly sexual freedom no longer seemed so simple and uncomplicated.
"I'll tell you what," Marge said coolly. "If you two guys blow each other first, then maybe I'll think about it."
As the meaning of her words sunk in, Mack swelled with rage.
"Why, you windy slut, I'll teach you to keep your mouth shut," he said. With a quick, cat-like stride, he leaped toward Marge, and Lucy expected him to hit her new friend. But Marge had been toying with her purse, seemingly absent-mindedly, and now she reached in and pulled out a knife. It clicked open and, with amazing swiftness, Marge flicked the needle tip up underneath Mack's chin. He froze.