“Well, there’s three of us and only two of them,” Ruthie said, surrendering to superior thinking. “What if each of them has just one bullet in the chamber?”
“I’ll bet Vernon has at least one friend upstairs who’d agree to give up a Saturday night circle jerk to come down here and nail one or two of us,” Candy said. “Let’s ask him.”
Vernon hustled upstairs in response to the question. He soon returned with three theater buddies — Alan, Tom and Chas. They found Wendy and Candy naked, Ruthie clad only in panties and Dale wearing only a T-shirt while Wendy sucked his dick. The other four men soon had their clothes off.
Candy lay on one bed between Alan and Chas, a cock in each of her hands as they ran their fingers over her tits, her belly, her thighs and pussy. Ruthie sat on the edge of another bed, with Tom beside her. She stroked his cock. He felt up her boobs. Vernon knelt between her legs, pulled down her panties and licked her cunt.
X X X
Harold awoke to an empty bed on Hilda’s side and suspicious, familiar noises coming from the living room. He threw back the sheet and blankets, leaped to his feet and stormed out of the bedroom. In the living room, backlit by a roaring fire, he saw his wife on her hands and knees on the sofa bed, rocking back and forth between Frank’s cock in her pussy and Gary’s in her mouth.
“Hilda Hill, just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?” he shouted.
Hilda pulled Gary’s dick out of her mouth and held it in her hand. “Harold,” she said, “why do you insist on asking the obvious? Clearly, I am at this moment fucking these two young men.”
“Yes, yes. Of course I can see that. But I thought you agreed after your blowbang with the football team to fuck only me, my brothers, the dean and the neighbor on our left, not the one on our right,” Harold said.
“Plus that cute gardener and the husky left tackle on the football team with that long, thick dong,” she said.
“Okay, okay, them too,” Harold said. “But that was it. Nothing was said about including a couple of strangers.”
“No, but I agreed to limit myself to fucking those mentioned on a regular basis, under normal circumstances,” his wife said. “These are not normal circumstances. We had a wicked storm blow through here today, and these poor, lonely boys are stranded without a place to call their own. They are guests in our home, and I mean to give them some care and comfort.”
“Well, yes, you’ve always been a gracious host, Hilda. I’ll grant you that. But don’t you think that taking these two boys’ cocks into you at the same time right in our living room with me asleep in the next room is just a little beyond the pale?”
“Not at all, obviously, since that’s what I’m doing,” she said. “And I think you’re not upset so much that I’m fucking them as that I’m not fucking you. So, come on over here, get your cock out and join the fun. I got plenty of hands and holes for all of you.”
Harold did as instructed and stood naked by the side of the sofa bed, his dick at attention. “Well, Jesus, Hilda,” he said, “where the hell am I supposed to be?” She had turned around, lay on her back and now had Gary’s dick in her cunt and Frank’s gliding between her lips. She reached out a hand, found Harold’s cock, squeezed it and began stroking it.
X X X
Gail was hardly a virgin when she arrived at Curtiss two years before, but she had been faithful to Quincy since they started dating the previous spring. She also had not yet had the obligatory college girl’s experiment with lesbianism. So as she lay next to her boyfriend and watched Angela suck his cock, she figured now was a good time to try out for the other team. She wouldn’t risk running into Angela on campus if things got awkward. Quincy would be the only witness, and, considering the haste with which he’d agreed to the threesome, he’d likely very much enjoy the show.
She swung around on the bed and squirmed beneath Angela, who was on her hands and knees. She kissed, licked and sucked her nipples, then wiggled down farther until she was staring up at a shaved pussy. Gail had, of course, tasted her own cunt juice, either on her fingers or a recently withdrawn cock. She liked the flavor and hoped that Angela’s nectar would be as savory.
Gail started by running her fingers around and into Angela’s pussy. Angela’s moan of pleasure was muffled by Quincy’s cock in her mouth. Gail kept one hand low to fondle Angela’s jiggling tits. She felt Quincy squeeze a finger into her cunt and decided that was the sign she needed. She pulled Angela’s crotch down to her face and jammed her tongue into the other woman’s snatch. She felt a thrill of adventure, of breaking boundaries crash through her. She lapped up and gulped down Angela’s delicious offering.
Angela abandoned Quincy’s dick and replaced his fingers with her tongue on Gail’s cunt. The women ate each other with unbridled joy. Quincy did, indeed, feel his cock harden even more, beyond belief. He wedged his hands between them and toyed with their tits. The women groaned and squealed in delight.
Quincy moved around behind Angela, his stiff dick hovering above Gail’s face, inches from Angela’s snatch. Gail laid her head back on the bed, reached up and guided her boyfriend’s cock into Angela’s cunt. She licked his balls as he pounded into their hostess, who continued to lick Gail’s pussy with enthusiasm.
Gail lapped up the cum that oozed out of Angela’s twat around Quincy’s cock and onto his balls. When his dick sprung free of Angela’s pussy, she wrapped her lips around it and sucked him deep into her mouth. She knew from experience that he would be hard again soon and ready for another round.
His next load, though, would be exclusively for her. And she began to plot how to position the three so that he came in her pussy while she enjoyed her new extracurricular activity: licking pussy.
X X X
Candy knelt beside the bed where Alan and Chas sat with their legs hanging down. She alternated sucking and stroking their hard cocks. She had bragged to high school classmates that her perfect-pitch contralto was tied directly to the number of dicks she sucked, the amount of cum she swallowed. No one had truly believed her, of course, but that didn’t stop them from following her advice to improve their singing. The boys in her school appreciated her mentorship.
She looked up at the men whose cocks she was sucking and laughed, “Imagine. If not for the storm, I’d be using my throat on something else this evening. I love singing, but I love sucking dicks even more.”
“I’m just going to assume you’re a great singer,” Alan said, holding her head between his hands, “but I know for a fact that you’re a fantastic cock-sucker.” She took his rod deep into her mouth in reward for the rave review.
Wendy lay on her back on a bed, her knees raised and Dale driving his cock into her pussy. Tom had moved from a nearby bed to kneel next to Wendy and stick his dick in her mouth. Of the four women, Wendy had the best — or worst, depending on your interpretation — reputation. She was known to fly from frat to frat, bed to bed with the greatest of ease. She modified the song lyrics to be “if you fuck after supper you’ll stay for breakfast.” She could write thorough reviews of the breakfast offerings at every fraternity house and men’s dorm at Curtiss. And quite a few of the off-campus apartments as well.
Vernon had climbed on the bed with Ruthie, and they were locked in a frenetic sixty-nine. While Ruthie initially had been reluctant to have even one man in their room, she was no less sexually inclined than her vocal mates. And she figured that any man who performed cunnilingus as well as Vernon was at that moment was worthy of a warm spot in any woman’s bed at any time.
Candy dropped to her hands and knees on the floor. Chas quickly jumped down and wedged between her legs. She reached back and guided his cock into her pussy. Vernon swung out from under Ruthie and crawled around behind her. She flipped over onto her back and he rammed his dick into her cunt. Alan moved from the bed where Candy had been sucking his dick and stood beside Ruthie’s head. She stretched her neck and took the tip of his cock between her lips. Wendy rose up, told Dale to lie down and climbed on top to fuck him cowgirl style.
X X X
Harold nudged Gary aside and took what he considered to his rightful place, his dick in his wife’s cunt. Gary lay down next to Frank, and Hilda took turns sucking their cocks while Harold slammed into her from behind.
The blowbang with the football team had, indeed, been memorable. Hilda had never before sucked so many cocks in one night. In fact, that one session’s meat in her mouth challenged the quantity of dick she’d sucked before she married Harold. She lost track after most of the first team offense and much of the defense had had a shot at her tonsils and special teams members were taking the field. Some impatient players jammed their dicks into her pussy, unable to wait for her lips to part for them, though the theme for the night was blowjob after blowjob after blowjob.
She had swallowed buckets of cum, all with Harold watching and slowly stroking his cock. He was the only person allowed to record the event, and he snapped many still pictures and produced an edited video that was a hit at gatherings of like-minded faculty and friends. The highlight was a bukkake binge; eleven of the players splattered cum all over her face.
Hilda often had Harold reverse and replay that finale.
She really had intended to limit herself to fucking the men she and Harold had agreed on afterward. And she did … for a month. There was, for instance, this tuba player whose lips blew a tune on her snatch that rocketed to number one on her clit parade. After that, it was hit and miss. Mostly miss. And a lot of explaining to do when Harold found out. A blowjob or two usually calmed the storm. Also, if she let him watch and fuck her too — even sloppy seconds or thirds — Harold normally had no complaints.
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