She almost jumped back. This was the first time she had ever touched another woman's cunt, and she was embarrassed. But Marge writhed in pleasure.
"Ooohhhhh, that feels good, Lucy. Touch me some more."
Feeling a hot surge of lust over the forbiddenness of what she was doing, Lucy began to run her fingers over as much of Marge's slippery cunt as she could reach. Then she slid one finger down the rock-hard shaft of John's pistoning cock and followed it a little way up into Marge's slick cuntal channel. Her other hand reached out blindly, pushing past Smitty's head to clamp onto one of Marge's big tits. The soft, cushiony mound, with the berry-hard nipple at the end, thrilled her, and she squeezed hard.
"No!" Marge panted, and Lucy jumped back guiltily. "No, press on my belly. I'm going to going to come."
Leaving one hand half-sunk inside Marge's cock-stuffed cunt, Lucy obediently pressed down on Marge's lower belly, right above her cunt hair, her hand trapped beneath John's lean stomach. Almost immediately she felt Marge's smooth belly buck beneath her hand.
"Oh God!" she moaned loudly. "I'm… I'm commiiiinnnggggg!"
"M-Me too!" John gasped, and Lucy could feel his cock shuddering next to her hand. A moment later she felt a hot gush of liquid pour out over her fingers as John and Marge climaxed together. Marge's belly was shuddering and it seemed to Lucy that she was going to go out of her mind. She wailed and thrashed, her neck arched back, her long dark hair fanned out around her head on the mattress.
Finally Marge wound down, and lay still under the wheezing John, a radiant smile on her face.
"Thank you one and all," she said huskily. "And now let's fuck the hell out of Lucy!"
The words stunned Lucy. She realized she was turned on, but had been so wrapped up in the lovemaking of the others that she had temporarily forgotten about her own needs. Now she realized how much she wanted to be fucked. And to be fucked the way Marge had just been fucked – with several people making sure she got the most out of it.
"Oh, yes," she said breathlessly. "I'd like that."
"Hey! What the hell's going on back then?" Paul suddenly cried. He had heard Marge cry during her orgasm and had turned around in his seat to see four bodies writhing on the floor of his van. He almost ran into a tree, but managed to get the van parked on the side of the road.
"Come on back," John told him. "We're gonna fuck Lucy."
"Jesus!" Paul exclaimed, his clothes flying everywhere as he headed to the back of the van.
Lucy was being rolled over on her back, while Smitty climbed eagerly between her legs.
"I got a tit," John cried, lying down by Lucy's side and sucking one of her nipples into his mouth.
"I got the other," Marge laughed, and began to lick and fondle Lucy from the other side.
"And I got her cunt," Smitty grunted as he slowly sank his cock as far as he could up Lucy's throbbing snatch. Lucy was too stunned to make a sound. She writhed and panted on the mattress, her cunt full of cock, her nipples sucked hotly by John and Marge.
"Hey, there's nothing left for me!" Paul cried in anguish, his cock jutting demandingly from his loins.
"Stuff your dick in her mouth, clutz," Marge told him.
"Oh… yes…" Paul said slowly, catching on.
"Mmmppphhh," Lucy choked at his big cock pushed past her lips and up into her mouth. She gagged a moment and then tried to open her mouth, as Marge had done with Mack. But it didn't work, and Paul had to be content with running the front half of his bloated prick in and out of her wet, sucking mouth. He didn't seem to mind, but leaned over her, a crazy light gleaming in his bloodshot eyes as he felt the girl's hot tongue sliding over the underside of his trapped cock.
"Oh, Jesus, she's tight!" Smitty moaned as he fucked frantically into Lucy's blonde-furred cunt. "I'm not gonna last any time at this rate."
Neither was Lucy, not with a cock stuffed up her cunt and another in her mouth. With Marge and John sucking hard on her sensitive, swollen nipples, it was only a matter of minutes before Lucy came. But she wanted Paul to come first, because she was afraid she would strangle if he shot off in her mouth while she was in the middle of her orgasm, panting for air. So she began stroking his balls while she sucked harder and harder on his quivering rod.
"Aaaaaa, SHIT!" Paul suddenly bellowed. A moment later Lucy's mouth was full of jism, and she was swallowing desperately. He tastes saltier than Tommy did, she thought. Then the dam burst in her own loins, and she bucked up hard, her cunt driving against Smitty's plunging cock. Paul's cock fell from her lips, still spouting, spraying come all over the side of her face while a long cry of pleasure broke from her throat.
"She's off!" Marge said excitedly. She and John held Lucy down, sucking on her swollen tits as hard as they could.
"Aaaaaiiiiyyyy!" Lucy shrieked. There was something about being held down that added to her excitement. She bucked and squirmed, barely aware of the people above her. She concentrated entirely on the incredible pleasure sizzling through her body. Her cunt muscles were working crazily, nipping and sucking at Smitty's cock.
"God! She's eating me alive!" the surfer cried. "Jesus! She's sucking the come right out of my balls! Ah… fuck!"
And he began to come too, jerking Lucy's writhing hips toward him, sinking his cock into her spasming cunt to its length as he pumped her pussy full of his hot jism.
Lucy was still bucking and jerking when the other four fell away from her come-soaked body one by one. She wound down slowly like a tired clock. "I think I died and went to heaven," she finally managed to pant.
"Naw. Heaven's another forty miles down the road," John said, his mocking manner firmly back in place. "This is only the right half of paradise."
"Hey, what's this on my face and in my hair?" Lucy asked, as she felt a warm stickiness on the side of her face.
"It's me," Paul said sheepishly.
"Here, let me taste," Marge said with a joyful laugh, sticking her tongue in Lucy's jism-covered ear and licking it clean. Lucy squirmed away, giggling.
"This is incredible!" she said, looking around at the circle of handsome people next to her.
"No. It's just what I call living," Marge said with a laugh.
"Living? You mean this kind of thing happens to you all the time?"
Marge bent down and kissed one of Lucy's tits.
"Relax," she said. "The day's young yet. We've hardly got started."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Jesus, I need a shower," Marge exclaimed as she and Lucy watched the van pull away. The boys had let them out downtown near the bar where they had met.
"Let's go to my place," Lucy volunteered. It was still several hours before Tom was due home, and there were many things she wanted to talk to Marge about. So they got Lucy's car and drove out to her house. On the way, Marge seemed depressed.
"Sometimes I get down right tired," she explained.
"Really?" Lucy replied, surprised. "I thought you were really into all this… this…"
"Fucking? Sure, it's nice to get laid, but sometimes it's not enough by itself. I get lonely for just plain friendship."
"I kind of wondered about that," Lucy said.
"It's different with you," Marge said. "You told me you have a husband. How do you two get along?"
Lucy looked troubled. "That's what I'm trying to figure out," she, hesitating. "That's why I'm doing this – why I'm out fucking. I caught him with another woman."
"Good for him."
"But he wasn't making love to me!" Lucy wailed.
"That's not good. But you always did have the option of making it with other men, of course."