Jillian propped her head on her left arm and hand. She looked at Michael and Cindy with bright eyes and a wistful gaze. The room absolutely reeked of musky sex. Michael was sprawled on his back, arms and legs both on and near both women. Cindy lay on her belly looking at Jillian with a look on her face quite similar to that of her cousin.
Jillian spoke, “I gave it a lot of thought. I’m not taking the job. As much as I’d like to move back home here, that job’s really not right for me. Maybe it’ll work out for me later on down the road, but I’m not taking just any old job so I can move back here.”
“Wow, I’m really sorry that it’s not going to work out. I was really looking forward to having you back, but I understand. I mean, you’ve got to do what you think is best for you. It is your life and it’s got to be your decision. But do you think we could see a little more of you?”
There was pure mischief in her eyes as Jillian answered, “No, I really don’t think so. I’m naked. There’s nothing left to see.”
All three burst into gales of laughter. It took some time, but it finally died off to chuckling.
Jillian spoke again, “Anyway, I’m catching a flight out in the morning. The company expects me back at my old job whether I transfer or not. They’ll be happy. Nobody was too thrilled with having me leave. I don’t know if it’s because I’m really good at my job, or if it was just about having to find a replacement for me.”
“Oh, Jillian,” Cindy said, “Where would they find anybody to replace you? You’re smart, you’re hot and you taste delicious. How do you find anyone who’s all those things?”
“Flattery like that could land my head between your legs, little girl,” Jillian answered.
“Omigod, no,” Cindy said, without thinking, “I don’t think my little pussy can take anymore.
Cindy and Jillian were looking at each other and, as soon as those words left Cindy’s mouth, both girls’ eyes became wide. Jillian’s eyes were wide with quizzical surprise, while Cindy’s expression was one that wished to take back the words she’d just spoken.
Michael, who had been relaxing in the midst of the two, suddenly sat up and crossed his legs. He looked intently at his wife, but her back was to him. Jillian glanced from wife to husband, and back again. Nothing was said for several moments. Jillian, watching both Michael and Cindy, waited in the silence. Cindy’s face was pleading with her, and Jillian got the distinct impression that her cousin was saying, “Please don’t leave me alone in here right now.” Jillian watched the look on Michael’s face. He was obviously deep in thought, but Jillian could not figure what might be transpiring inside his head. The silence stretched on.
Suddenly, Michael swung his legs off the bed. “It is really late,” he said, “and I have a class tomorrow morning first thing. I’m going to let you ladies have full custody of the bed. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to head out to the living room and try to get some sorely needed sleep. I’ll see you in the morning before you leave won’t I, Jillian?”
“Of course you will. I never just fuck and run, Michael.”
He chortled in response and, much to Cindy’s great relief, bent down and kissed her good night. He did the same for Jillian, then left the room, shutting the door behind him.
Seconds later, her eyes still bright, Jillian looked Cindy right in the eyes and said one word, “Spill.” Cindy did just that, complete with all of the hot, wet, sweaty details. Jillian had insisted on those.
As Cindy described the development of her relationship with Curt, the heat that was glowing between Jillian’s legs became even more intense. Watching Michael and Cindy had excited her, but listening to Cindy’s sexual escapades with Curt accelerated her into a whole new level of lust.
In years past, Jillian and Cindy had enjoyed each other’s bodies. Thrust together in bed during family visits as girls, they had experimented with sex at first, then had gone on to become adept at pleasing each other. For her part, Jillian still fucked girls, although she generally preferred men. Cindy, however, had not been with another woman since her furtive, teenaged encounters with her cousin.
The two women sat naked and cross-legged on the tangled sheets and blankets, the room smelling richly of sex. Cindy described her middle-of-the-night encounter with Curt in the section of the hospital that was under construction. Jillian slid closer as she listened, and stretched out one leg. The blonde’s skin softly slid against Cindy’s naked thigh. There was a brightness in Jillian’s eyes as she listened, her focus intent. She looked deeply into Cindy’s eyes, and a smile, almost like that of the Mona Lisa, played on her lips. Jillian’s breathing was become more rapid. Now Cindy replayed the details of her wild, intense afternoon of sex with Curt, being tied up, being fucked up the ass. As the scenario was laid before her, Jillian inched ever closer to Cindy, who was lost in the telling of her story. Jillian’s left hand stroked Cindy’s leg. Jillian uncoiled her left leg and wrapped it around behind Cindy. Scooting just a little closer to Cindy, Jillian’s pussy was now touching Cindy’s left foot. Jillian’s hand slid right up Cindy’s side to her upper arm, her shoulder and entwined in her hair.
“What are you doing?” Cindy asked.
“I want us to do it, like we used to,” Jillian answered huskily.
“I can’t,” Cindy answered, “I have a really sore pussy and, besides, I’m worried about Michael.how he’s going to take this, how he’s going to feel in the morning when he thinks about how his wife came home with cum dripping all over the place.”
Jillian leaned back, her arms behind her now, “You don’t need to worry about that at all. In the first place, when you walked through the door Michael was in here fucking me, and he knows that. In the second place, I’m going to have a little talk with your husband before I leave in the morning, and we’re going to get everything straight in his head. I can guarantee that. Now, then, your pussy might be sore, but maybe you could give mine just a little attention. I’m not going to be able to sleep after you telling me all about your big, black lover.”
With that, Cindy smiled at her and the two slid sideways into an embrace. Easing down onto the bed, their mouths melted together as their bodies pressed and rubbed, skin on skin. Their hands roamed as they kissed each other. Jillian moaned and rolled onto her back. Cindy laid atop, pressing her cousin’s legs apart. She pressed her groin against Jillian’s sex and, using her pelvic bone, applied pressure to the blonde’s swollen clit. Jillian writhed and humped, kissing Cindy and whimpering into her mouth.
Cindy broke off the kiss. She raised herself up just a bit and, trailing light kisses down Jillian’s neck, she sucked each of her nipples in turn. She kissed and nibbled across Jillian’s abdomen until, lying on her belly between her cousin’s thighs, she breathed hotly onto the dripping pussy before her face. Cindy kneaded Jillian’s heavy breasts, then lightly kissed and licked her pussy. At this, Jillian grasped two handfuls of Cindy’s hair and began fucking her cousin’s face. Cindy expertly licked and fed on the fat, quivering clit, fingered the steaming pussy and ran the other hand all over Jillian’s squirming body until the pale, lush body exploded in a crescendo of orgasms. As she came, Jillian wrapped her legs tightly around Cindy’s head, making it very hard for her to breathe. Still, Cindy stayed with her, licking and sucking to intensify and increase the number of orgasms for Jillian. It worked. Jillian came and came and came, finally relaxing in tiny quivers of post-orgasmic spasms.
Cindy crawled up beside Jillian and the two kissed tenderly. Jillian tasted her own, wet pussy in Cindy’s mouth, smelled it on the wet, sticky face. Wrapped in each other’s arms, the two women slept.
Michael was certain that, once he left the bedroom for the couch, he would lay there with thoughts of Cindy’s obvious infidelity buzzing through his brain. It didn’t happen. Michael stretched out on the couch and immediately dropped into a dead, dreamless sleep. He awoke to the sound of Jillian in the shower, which was a genuine pain in the ass, because he really needed to pee. He watched some news on the television and clutched his morning wood to ease the discomfort emanating from his full bladder. Eventually, the shower stopped running. Michael jumped up and tapped on the door. Jillian opened it wrapped in a towel.
“Sorry,” Michael said, “I really gotta pee.”
“Okay, I’ll let you do that.”
He stepped in, shutting the door behind him and relieved himself. When he opened the door back up, Jillian was using the towel on her head. This meant that the rest of her very white, very nude body was exposed to Michael’s view, something that bothered him not a bit. He gazed openly at her heavy breasts with their large, stiff nipples, her soft, Rubenesque tummy, the downy thatch of blonde public hair at the cleft of her generous hips. Michael wanted to fuck her again, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Not right now.
Jillian was pleased with Michael’s stare. She knew what he was thinking, wanted him to think that. Dismissing him to his carniverous thoughts, she pushed past him into the bathroom saying, “Hey, I’m a woman. I’ve got to have my bathroom time, especially since I have a plane to catch, Mr. Horny.” She shut the door in his face.
While Jillian hogged the bathroom, Michael made some coffee and found some clean clothes in a basket just outside the bedroom. The last thing he wanted to do was to wake his sleeping wife. They would have to have a conversation sometime soon, but now was not the time. Presently, Jillian came out fully dressed.
“There’s coffee in the kitchen,” Michael told her as he took her place in the bathroom. He washed up and finished dressing. When he’d finished, he found Jillian leaning against the kitchen counter sipping hot coffee. Her bags were stacked by the front door.
“Come here,” she said. “I have to go in a minute, but I want to tell you something.”
Michael walked over to the voluptuous blonde. She placed her hands on his shoulders and drew him against her. Her arms wrapped about him and she kissed him deeply. As he returned her kiss, she whimpered softly into his mouth. Michael’s cock became rigid almost instantly.
Jillian pulled back just a bit. Looking in his eyes, she said, “Whatever Cindy did, you don’t need to worry about it at all. That girl loves you more than life itself. The problem is, she’s just like me. She loves to fuck. I mean, my hot little pussy gets me into trouble sometimes, and Cindy’s the same. But the last thing she’d want to do is lose you. I mean, really, think about it. You really like fucking me, don’t you?”
Michael nodded dumbly.
“Hmmm, ” Jillian smiled, “I really like fucking you, too. But no way am I going to try to take you away from Cindy. In fact, be honest. I couldn’t do that even if I tried, am I right?”
Michael shook his head dumbly.
“Right, see? It’s just fucking! Fucking is just for fun unless you’re in love. Then it gets really messy. Kind of like eating your wife and finding a gob of cum you didn’t leave there.”
Michael burst out laughing. Jillian joined him.
“That’s what I want to hear,” said Jillian, “Now, kiss me. I have to go.”
They embraced and shared another deep kiss full of tongue and pressed-together bodies. Sexual excitement rose in both, but there was nothing to be done about it. Jillian gathered her luggage and opened the front door.
She looked back at him as she exited, “I’m going to be back here in the not-so-distant future and, when I do get back here, I’m going to fuck your brains out. So, be ready!”
The door closed.
When Cindy awoke, the apartment was empty. She looked at the clock. Jillian was probably already back home, and Michael was in the middle of his late class. Cindy, meanwhile, had about an hour and a half to get to work. She knew this was going to be a tough night. She was very, very horny. All that sex yesterday ending with that girly lovemaking session with Jillian, her coming all over Cindy’s face. It had all served to leave her frustrated, but there was nothing she could do about it. Cindy’s pussy was still sore. To make matters worse, she was going to be working with Curt. She thrilled at the very thought of Curt, his very assertive manner, his delicious lips, hands and big, black dick. A shudder passed through her, but there was nothing to be done. She was definitely out of commission.
Cindy showered, ate and headed off to work. Fortunately, it was a very busy night. The hospital floor was almost full of patients, and they all wanted attention right now. Cindy had no time to think, and that was a good thing. She also had no time to visit with Curt. He, too, was running his butt off. She had planned, when the time came, to eat lunch in the break room. That would have been wisdom but, when the time came, she inexplicably wandered back to the construction area, to the same room where she’d had her first sexual encounter with Curt. Why she did it., she could not have explained. Curt joined her five minutes later.
He walked through the door, tall and broad, his black skin contrasting sharply with the pale scrubs. He said nothing, but walked purposefully toward her, took her hands and raised her to her feet. He enveloped her in his long, muscled arms and kissed her passionately. Her whole body throbbing with lust, Cindy kissed him back.
She tilted her head away from him, “I can’t do anything. I’m really sore down there. It’s all your fault.”
“Don’t worry about it, baby,” he said, “I just want you to know how bad I want you.” With that, Curt gripped Cindy’s wrist with his large hand, loosened the drawstring on his scrub bottoms, and eased her small hand onto his thick, black tool.
Cindy squeezed the quickly hardening shaft. Her tiny fingers could not wrap fully around its thickness. She kissed Curt and jacked the giant cock at the same time. She whimpered into his mouth, then laid her cheek beside his and whispered, “We really shouldn’t be doing this.” Her sexual hunger was almost uncontrollable.
She slid down Curt’s body and knelt at his feet. She pulled the scrubs off his hard thighs and legs, carressing them. Her hands cupped the taut muscles of his ass as her soft, pouty lips sipped the deep purple head of his dick. She slurped half the meat into her mouth and sucked.
Curt placed his hands on her head and began to fuck. Her touch on his ass and thighs only served to add to his excitement. He hissed and sighed as Cindy worshipped his cock with her mouth. Glancing down, he reveled in the sight of her dark hair, her beautiful, half-closed eyes and, especially, her hungry, sexy mouth eating his pulsing cock. Her sucking and tonguing grew more and more insistent. She was drawing the cum up from his huge balls. As if to accentuate that fact, Cindy slid one carressing hand around Curt’s body and began to cup and tease his heavy, swollen testicles. In response, Curt began to fuck her mouth faster. He could feel the orgasm beginning deep in his groin. It swelled up and over him and, as he began to spurt hot gobs of cum, Cindy sucked harder. She gulped and swallowed jet after jet of thick, white sperm. It filled her mouth. Curt could sense the hea of his cock bathed in his own cum. Still she sucked and ate, willing every last drop into her mouth. The cum was still oozing from the tip as she gently bathed his slowly softening tool with her lips. She licked the small globules from his cockhead, giving his entire penis one, last tonguing.
Cindy was shivering with lust when she arrived home from work that morning. She entered the apartment quietly, not wanting to disturb Michael, who was still asleep. As she got undressed, all she could think of was sliding into bed next to her husband and seducing him but, as she undressed, she slid her finger down to her throbbing pussy and found it to still be a little touchy. It was much improved, but Cindy knew that the intense sort of sex she really wanted would make it just as sore as it had been before. With the plans she had concocted in her mind, this just wouldn’t do.
Michael’s alarm clock would be buzzing in a short time. With this in mind, Cindy slipped into the bathroom to brush her teeth and fix herself up just a bit. Then, silently, she moved into the bedroom to wake up her sleeping husband with something much more pleasant than the alarm.
Wearing just a T-shirt and boxers, Michael was sprawled on his back. He moved only slightly as his naked wife climbed onto the bedside. Stealthily, Cindy’s small hand extracted Michael’s flaccid penis, which was already poking through the fly of his baggy boxer shorts. Leaning down, she gently slipped her pouty lips over it, remembering having done this very same thing to Curt just hours before. This time, however, she anticipated a happier ending for herself. Michael’s cock hardened quickly, and he came right awake.
“What are you doing?” he asked, sleepily.
With a seductive lick of her tongue, Cindy replied, “What do you think I’m doing? I’m having breakfast.” She returned to slurping Michael’s now rigid dick. He just moaned in reply.
Suddenly, Cindy stopped, “Okay, that’s enough of that. Now, get up. Brush your teeth, and then you can help me take a bath.”
Michael, his cock aching for release, needed no further incentive. He jumped off the bed and darted into the bathroom. Cindy, meanwhile, luxuriated on the tangled bedclothes. She ran her hands across her curvy, naked body. She pinched the pink nipples on her round, full breasts. She stroked the inside of her soft, plump thighs. She was careful, however, not to touch her clit. Still, it was swollen, wet and pulsing with heat.
It took Michael several minutes in the bathroom. His bladder had been full, but the raging hard-on inspired by his wife’s hungry mouth kept him from emptying it for some time. Still, he hurried back into the bedroom as quickly as he could.
“So, what’s this about a bath?” he asked.
Cindy smiled and eased off the bed.
In the bathroom, Cindy started a tub of warm water. Michael stood behind her, a totally clueless look on his face. The only response his wife gave was a mischievous smile.
The water still running, Cindy climbed over the side of the tub and slid down into the warm water.
“Come sit here,” she said, patting the edge of the tub. Michael complied.
“No, no,” Cindy said, “Take off your clothes.” Michael dragged the T-shirt over his head and stepped out of his boxers.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, Michael watched as Cindy turned toward him in the water. She began to stroke his thighs. She ran her hands up his abdomen, just teasing him. Although his penis had softened in the interim, it began to swell once again.
“Hmmm,” Cindy purred, “He seems to be interested.” She lightly touched Michael’s dick. “Kiss me.”
Michael leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers. Their tongues entwined. Michael felt more than heard Cindy’s faint moan, but he definitely felt her hand grip his cock and begin to stroke it firmly.
“I want to ask you something,” she said.
“What’s that?,” Michael answered somewhat breathlessly. Her jacking on his cock had brought it back to rigidity.
“How do you feel now about that cum you found dripping out of me the other day?”
“Oh, God,” Michael moaned from deep in his throat. Her hand was vigorously pumping his cock. Michael tightened his stomach muscles. If he didn’t, he knew he might very well just erupt all over Cindy’s little fist.
He gasped just a bit, “At first, I was kind of mad, jealous. Then, ugh, oh, God, it made me horny. I mean, really horny. I guess I’m kind of a perv. Oh, shit! Oh, God, slow down! Don’t make me come yet.”
Cindy was looking straight into Michael’s face, smiling. His eyes were closed. He licked his lips. She stopped jacking him for a moment, but only long enough to fill her hand with soap lather. She returned to stroking him, but now her ministrations were slow and torturous. The sensation she produced was enough to make him mad with lust, but slow enough to prolong the agony.
A long, low moan escaped Michael’s lips as his wife masturbated him.
“You were saying?” asked Cindy.
Michael grunted, then cleared his throat, “Uh, well, uh, yesterday morning I was kind of confused. Didn’t know what to think about the whole thing. I mean, I, uh, you and me and Jillian and the cum and the whole thing, but, uh. Anyway, Jillian was telling me, you know, it’s just sex and everything and.oh, shit! Uh, it just made sense, you know and I started thinking about what you maybe looked like getting fucked and all and, shit! Oh, God, I must have jacked off twenty times the last two days just thinking about it, about everything, you know?”
Cindy’s soapy palm rolled over the swollen knob of Michael’s cock, eliciting a hiss from him.
“Hmmm,” Cindy said, “Sounds interesting. How would you like to hear what really happened?”
“Oh, shit! Oh, God! Yes! Oh, God, yes!”
With that, Cindy released Michael’s dick and rolled to her back, sliding down into the water. She scooted all the way forward in the tub until the stream of warm water was pouring straight down onto her pussy. She groaned with pleasure.
“You’re going to have to move if you want me to play with your cock some more.”
Michael performed some maneuvers, and managed to place himself within reach of Cindy’s hand. Now, however, Cindy’s stroking was only half-hearted. She was dividing her attention between the faucet masturbation and the telling of her sexual escapades, which she began.
“I’ve been pretty bad,” she said.
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, but it’s just been with one guy. It’s not like I’ve been out fucking everybody and his brother.”
“I didn’t think that anyway. It’s not like you have all that much time.”
“I’ve actually only fucked him once, but we’ve played around a little, too.”
“Yes?”
This was making Michael hornier. Cindy knew by the way his dick was pulsing in her hand.
“Do you remember Curt?”
“That big, black nurse you work with?”
“Yes. Him,” Cindy writhed a bit, repositioning her pussy beneath the pouring water, “I started thinking about him a while ago. I guess he was doing the same about me.”
Michael groaned as Cindy’s hand squeezed him and pulled on him a bit.
“Anyway, one night Curt and I were alone in one of the rooms in the construction wing. He just grabbed me and kissed me. I kissed him back. He was touching me all over. We couldn’t do a whole lot there at work, but I took off my bottoms and I got down on the floor in front of him. My God, Michael, his cock is so huge! All I could do was to suck on part of it. I mean, I couldn’t get much more than half of it in my mouth. It made me so hot that I knelt right there and fingered my pussy while I ate his cock, and just doing that made me come. I mean, I came right there on that floor and when I did that he shot so much cum in my mouth I almost choked on it! God, it was so hot!”
Michael grabbed Cindy’s hand and stopped her from stroking him any more. It was all he could do to keep from coming.
“I want to hear about how you wound up with cum dripping out of you the other day.”
She looked up at him and smiled. The lust-filled look on Michael’s face was so funny to see.
“Okay,” she said, then wriggled around just a bit to get a better angle on her clit from the faucet’s stream, “I was just doing some shopping at the store that day when, all of a sudden, there he was. I was so embarrassed! I mean, I acted like such a little whore that night getting down on my knees and blowing this big, black guy and, then, he’s right there in front of me in a grocery store! But it still made me horny all over again. Anyway, at first he was just going to give me a ride home with my groceries, but then we ended up going to his house, and he seduced me. He grabbed me again and kissed me, and he touched me, and I just turned right back into a little whore. I told him he could do anything he wanted to me, and he did.”
At this, Cindy groaned and wriggled her ass. Michael was trying hard not to touch his cock, because picturing all of this sex and seduction had him on the brink. His eyes were closed, so it was like a jolt of electricity when he suddenly felt Cindy’s hand clutch his swollen rod. He grabbed her hand once again, but simply held it, unmoving, on his pulsing dick. She was moaning and rocking her body back and forth under the bathtub faucet, the water and the reliving of her escapade bringing her closer to the edge, as well.
“Oh, God, Michael, he took off all my clothes, then he tied me up and spanked me. We sucked each other and then he fucked me. He asked me if I really meant that he could do anything to me, and I told him yes.” Cindy was literally whining, almost a wail. Her orgasms were beginning and the voice in which she spoke was raspy, gasping, “Omigod, omigod.I let him fuck me in the ass! Oh, God, I felt so full! I felt so fucked! I was on my belly and I felt that huge, black cock pushing into.”
That was it. Cindy couldn’t say anything else. All she could do was make noise as she thrashed in the tub under that stream of warm, gushing water. It splashed directly on her clit and, coupled with the memory of sex with Curt, drove her to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.
Michael, for his part, watched her. He still teetered on the very edge of his own climax, but only gripped his rigid dick without motion. He just watched her.
Finally, she lay still. Her eyes closed, she seemed a beautiful, flushed, naked corpse floating in the bathtub, which was nearly overflowing. Michael stretched forward and shut off the faucet. Cindy opened her eyes and smiled.
“I’ve been very bad,” she said in an almost little girl voice, “Do you want to spank me?”
“No,” said Michael, “I want to fuck you in the mouth.”
“Okay,” Cindy answered.
Michael maneuvered gymnastically, positioning himself astride the bathtub. Bracing against wall, floor and bathtub rim, he lowered his body above Cindy’s mouth. Performing a rather bizarre form of push-up, he fucked her soft, delicious mouth.
Grunting, Michael said, “You really were bad. Did you enjoy having a big, black dick fuck you in the ass?”
Her mouth wrapped around Michael’s cock, Cindy clearly noticed that it seemed much harder than it ever had before. She looked up at him with those huge, hazel eyes, opened her lips ever so slightly and rolled her tongue visibly over the head of Michael’s cock. Then she clasped her entire mouth on it, burying it deep within her mouth. Only after all this did she answer him with just a musical sort of sound, “Mmmm hmmmm.”
Every muscle in Michael’s body tensed as he came in his wife’s hungry mouth.
Cindy’s little pussy healed quite nicely and, for days on end, she and Michael fucked each other silly. Between Cindy’s days off and Curt’s days off, the vagaries of hospital scheduling kept the lovers from seeing each other for almost two weeks.
One thing was clear. Both Michael and Cindy wanted their next threesome to include Curt, if possible. That thought drove Cindy to distraction. Fucking Michael helped, but the memories of being dominated by Curt seared Cindy’s lust-filled mind. The mornings after she worked nights she would come home to her silent apartment, Michael having gone off to school, and she would masturbate. Taking off her scrubs as she walked through the apartment, Cindy would fall naked onto her bed and begin by running her hands all over herself. She would lick her fingers and stroke her clit with one hand, while finger-fucking herself with the other. She would fantasize about Curt. In her fantasy, he would completely dominate her. He would order her to suck his cock, to let him fuck her up the ass and all sorts of other things. He would tie her up, spank her, suck her. When Cindy had fantasized enough, however, she would imagine that Curt was right there at the foot of the bed watching her. She pictured him naked, stroking his huge, black dick and enjoying the view of Cindy fucking herself, her legs spread wide and her ass wiggling, and then she would cum. Invariably, she went right to sleep.
One night Curt was at the hospital, but he seemed distracted. Cindy asked him what was going on and he explained that his wife was back and, while the two of them fucking really didn’t bother her at all, he had decided to wait until his wife’s next trip for he and Cindy to be together again. Cindy asked how long that was going to be, and Curt told her that it would be a little less than two weeks.
The days crawled by, and Cindy became more feverish with each passing day. Work was especially hard on the nights Curt was there. There was no sneaking off at lunch these days, but one night Curt did just up and grab her in an empty patient room. It was extremely risky, as there were two other people working on the floor that night, and one never knew if one of them, or some other hospital personnel might just pop around a corner and see the two of them. It just added to their excitement.
Curt pushed Cindy roughly against the door. His body hard against hers, Curt dipped his head and kissed her feverishly, “I’ve been thinking about you, wanting you,” he rasped.
Cindy’s tongue thrust deeply into his mouth. She pulled back, panting, “I think about you all the time. I can’t stop. I want you to fuck me.”
Curt raised up and, looking down at her, smiled devilishly, “No, no, baby. You’re gonna have to wait for that.” He pressed against her once again, allowing her to feel his thick, hard prick against her. As he kissed her once gain, his hand reached up under her scrubs and stroked her skin, pinched her nipples through her bra. Wandering down within her bottoms, Curt’s fingers sought out the waistband of Cindy’s panties. He snaked his fingers inside, applying pressure to her mound. This elicited a moan into Curt’s mouth.
Cindy’s hand reached down and squeezed the fat shaft of Curt’s cock through his scrubs. Meanwhile, Curt slid one finger expertly into Cindy’s wet, steaming pussy. He kissed her deeply as he finger fucked her and, in just a matter of moments, Cindy came all over his hand.
The large, black body eased slowly away from her, but her legs were jelly and, without his help to hold her up against the door, she would have slid right down to the floor of the room.
Curt stayed there with her for a few moments as she gathered herself together. Then he smiled at her, saying, “Well, back to work!” And that was it.
The apartment was silent and empty once again that morning. Cindy stripped as she walked toward the bedroom. Digging in her drawers, she found the big, veiny dildo she rarely ever used. She grabbed a small bottle of baby oil off the dresser. She pulled a full length mirror from a corner of the room and propped it against a wall. She knelt before the mirror and looked at her naked body, the high, rounded breasts with their pink nipples, her creamy skin, the curve of her hips and belly, the trimmed, dark triangle of hair at the juncture of her plump, soft thighs.
Cindy watched herself in the mirror as she gently applied baby oil to her body. She teased her hardened nipples as she spread oil gently over her breasts. She rubbed it on the cheeks of her ass and around her front to the insides of her thighs. Using both hands, she applied a very small amount directly on her clit, which was fat, tender and swollen with lust. Cindy could not keep her finger from lingering, and she twirled and teased her clit. Her eyes were now closed and she gently thrust her hips back and forth in a slow, fucking motion. The hand not occupied with her pussy strayed up to her chest to stroke her breasts and tweak her nipples. Cindy’s breath became rapid and shallow, and the thrusting of her hips became more pronounced. She was remembering Curt’s mouth, body and the fingers that had brought her to such a quick, intense orgasm in the hours before.
But she had wanted his cock. These days Cindy always wanted Curt’s cock. With that thought, she reached out her hand and gripped the dildo. Using both hands, she oiled the head very, very lightly. Then, rising off her haunches just a bit, Cindy planted the dildo on the base of its shaft directly beneath her. Slowly and carefully, she eased herself onto it. She teased the opening of her vagina with the massive head. She allowed just part of the head to penetrate, but the sensation inflamed her and she swiftly buried it deep within.
Cindy’s eyes flashed open. She saw herself in the mirror, saw the base of the dildo planted against the floor and, as she rocked up, saw it slick with her juice, saw it fucking her. Cindy gripped her tits with both hands and began to rock up and down, back and forth, watching herself fuck, watching her hips, watching the big cock disappear repeatedly into her pussy, which was oozing musky fluid down the length of the dildo and even dampening the insides of her thighs. She moaned and writhed before the mirror, and seeing herself like that just made it better. But not as good as it would have been had she been sitting on Curt’s dick.
And so, Cindy closed her eyes and pretended it was Curt. She groaned and tweaked her nipples, which were like little pebbles between her fingers.
“Fuck me, Curt,” she whispered, “God, I love your cock! I love it! Fuck me, lover! Fuck me!”
One finger crept to her clit and, as soon as she touched it, she came. She came again and again and again, rocking back and forth, up and down on the long, fat dildo between her legs.
She collapsed backward onto the floor. The dildo slid out of her pussy of its own accord and Cindy actually slept naked on the carpet of her bedroom for more than half and hour. Finally, though, she became chilled and crawled up into bed and covered herself. She slept soundly until Michael came home from school that afternoon.
The sound of the door closing woke her. She was still a little disoriented when, thirty seconds later, Michael peered into the room and saw she was awake.
“Hi, honey. You awake?”
“Yeah, sort of.”
“Okay, I’ll let you finish waking up. I’m gonna make some coffee.”
“Okay.”
Cindy slowly slid off the bed, the cobwebs beginning to clear from her head. As she grabbed her robe from its hook on the door, she spotted the baby oil and the big dildo laying on the floor. Chuckling, she picked them up and put them away. She spied herself in the mirror and decided that, right now, she was anything but sexy. Her shoulder length hair was sticking out and up all over her head and her eyes were puffy from sleep. Cindy went straight for the shower.
Cindy did not have to work that evening. She and Michael sat in the living room after dinner, watching television. There wasn’t really anything on TV, it was just something to pass the time until bed. The thing that was driving Cindy nuts was the endless commercials, the same ones over and over again. Michael sat, however, as if in a trance. Cindy decided they had watched enough television. She got up from the couch and left the room.
In the bedroom, Cindy looked through her lingerie and found a black, transluscent penoir. She took off all her clothes, sprayed just a hint of Michael’s favorite perfume between her breasts, and donned the penoir.
Michael didn’t see her come back to the living room. She walked around the couch and seated herself in the armchair opposite. Now he saw her, and his eyes widened. Cindy sprawled across the chair and, licking her fingers, began to play with her pussy. Her eyes were on Michael’s. He immediately switched off the TV and left the couch. Kneeling before the chair, he ran his hands from her ankles, up her legs and thighs, beneath the lingerie to her belly. Cindy continued to lightly rub her clit as Michael touched her breasts. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back. Michael raised himself up and, draped over her, kissed her passionately.
“Let’s go in the bedroom,” Cindy whispered. And so they did.
The penoir drifted to the floor. Michael and Cindy pressed their bodies together on the bed, kissing and touching each other. His hands gripped her ass roughly as she moaned into his mouth. Michael rolled her onto her back and laid himself atop her naked body, rubbing his stiff cock against her belly as he kissed her. After a time, Cindy pushed him off and straddled his head. She pushed her pussy to his face as she gripped the headboard of their bed. Grinding against his tongue and lips, she groaned. This wasn’t at all the way Cindy wanted to come, and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm deep within her loins. Suddenly, she whipped her body off him and urged him to kneel beside her and to let her suck him. Michael gladly obliged.
He fed his cock to her plump, hungry mouth. As he did, he feasted on the sight of her curvy, creamy body. She lay on her back with her knees splayed out to the side. Her eyes were closed and she was obviously focused on eating his dick. She cupped her own breasts, one in each hand. Her hands began to drift down her belly, over her thighs to her knees. Then, fingertips only, they stroked lightly back up to the dark thatch of hair between her legs. Cindy began to finger fuck herself as she slurped and ate her husband’s dick.
Michael knew he would not be able to take much of that view, especially not with Cindy’s expert cock sucking. He eased it from her mouth. Her eyes opened.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Michael climbed between her legs and smoothly slipped his rigid dick into his wife’s hot, wet pussy. She writhed beneath him, her head tossing from side to side. She moaned and bucked and, what Michael did not know, fantasized about Curt.
“You’re delicious,” he said.
“I want to tell you something,” said Cindy, in a gutteral half-moan.
“What’s that?”
“I want us to have a threesome with Curt.”
“I know. So do I.”
“No, I want you to think about what it would be like if we were doing it right now.”
“Oh,” said Michael with a grin, “Thinking bad thoughts, are we?”
“Yesss.”
“And just what are you thinking right now?”
“I’m thinking about how I’d like you to be just coming thorugh the bedroom door right now and seeing Curt and I like this.”
The jolt of that nearly made Michael come right then and there. He had to pull out and grip his cock tightly to stave off the orgasm. In a moment the crisis began to subside. As he sat on his haunches with his dick held tightly in his hand, Cindy flipped her body over and around.
“Fuck me like this,” she said.
Back in control, Michael pressed in behind Cindy and began to fuck her doggy style. Her wiggling, squirming ass in his hands, Cindy was easing him back to the crisis point. Cautiously, Michael eased out of the steaming, hot pussy several times. His hands were slick with her juice and, as he slipped his throbbing dick back in, he planted one hand on her bottom in a position that allowed him to tease her anal opening with his thumb. It drove her almost insane.
“Omigod!” she wailed, “Omigod, yesss!”
Michael began to push his thumb past her sphincter.
“Oh, God, that’s so good! That’s delicious!”
He fucked her slowly, with long, deep, irregular strokes. He alternated them by fucking her ass with his thumb.
“No,” she said, “Put your cock in my ass.”
His dick was so hard that the head slid in with almost no effort. Cindy bucked back hard and buried Michael’s cock in her ass. Her bottom pressed hard against his public area, and she ground up and down, back and forth. Michael had to grip both cheeks hard to gain control. He slid his cock nearly out of her and just held her hips still.
“Fuck me. Fuck me up the ass, Michael. Fuck me hard!”
“I don’t want to come yet and, if I stick my cock back in too quickly I’m going to come. I want to make it last a little longer.”
“I’m close. I’m really close and if you stick it in me and fuck me hard I’ll come, too.”
But Michael just slid his cock in partially and held her cheeks tightly. Cindy wailed pitifully. Michael fed her shallow, irregular strokes and fought her efforts to writhe and buck.
Cindy’s face was buried in the bedcovers and she moaned into the sheets. Michael was torturing her, and she loved it. She decided to torture him in return.
“I want Curt to fuck me up the ass while you watch.”
Michael slammed his dick up her ass hard. He began to fuck with deep, hard thrusts and now set her hips free to hump and buck furiuously. Cindy ground back against Michael’s pelvis energetically.
“I want you to fuck me in the mouth while Curt fucks me just like you’re doing now.”
Michael grunted as the orgasm overtook him.
Cindy wailed into the sheets, “Oh, God! Fuck my ass, Curt! Fuck me with that big, black cock!”
Michael spurted deep in Cindy’s bowels, pounding against the cheeks of her ass. The juice from Cindy’s pussy drizzled down her legs and onto the sheets, leaving a wet spot almost a foot in diameter.
Almost ten days later there was a knock at their apartment door. Michael opened it to find Curt, as expected. He had a bottle of wine in each hand, Merlot and White Zinfandel.
“I didn’t know if you two liked red or white, so I got one of each.”
Michael took the wine and ushered in their guest, “It just so happens we like both of these very much. Please, have a seat.” He indicated the couch and Curt sat.
Cindy got glasses, while Michael uncorked the white wine.
They made idle chit chat, but Cindy was very, very nervous. She was quite careful in what she said, as she knew all too well that she tended to babble in stressful situations.
Michael sat in the armchair, leaving Cindy to sit beside Curt on the couch. He put his arm around her and drew her closer, but did nothing else. The three talked and sipped wine. Cindy began to gulp hers.
The talk continued. The drinking continued, although Cindy drank twice as much as the men. She was nervous. Nervous and horny. In fact, she had fought hard against the urge to masturbate earlier that day. Now, her pussy was wet and swollen, and she was definitely feeling the effects of drinking so much wine. She was tempted to rape Curt right now on this couch. Instead, her face flushed, she watched him and smiled, but she didn’t hear anything he was saying. She just smiled at him and wiggled a little on the couch as she sat beside him.
There was some sort of break in the conversation. Curt sat his glass on the coffee table before him, turned, looked at Cindy, and smiled. Cindy put her hand on his chest, leaned forward and kissed him. She slid her tongue right in his mouth. His hands were on her waist. She took one of his hands in hers and pulled it up to her breast.
Cindy was wearing a flimsy, little sundress. It looked great on her, accentuated her curves and the shape of her breasts. The bra she had on was just a little nothing, and she wore a thong. No stockings. No shoes. Cindy had no intention of remaining dressed any longer than necessary. Cindy’s thoughts were all about two cocks and, especially, the very large, black one.
Michael watched as Curt and his wife kissed and groped each other. He watched as long as he could stand it, then he placed his wine glass in the kitchen and joined Cindy and Curt on the couch.
Cindy’s hand had lowered Curt’s zipper and extricated his half-hard dick. She kissed him and jacked his cock, while he groped her through the thin material of her sun dress. Michael, meanwhile, was unzipping Cindy’s dress and unhooking her flimsy, little bra. His hands snaked inside her clothing. Cindy moaned.
Michael pushed the dress off the top half of Cindy’s body, which allowed Curt to suck one of her nipples while Michael nursed the other. Cindy moaned the louder as her head tilted back, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of four hands and two mouths worshipping her body.
Now Michael began to tug the dress off altogether. As it dropped to the floor, Cindy began to remove Curt’s pants. They ended half off, dangling from one leg. Curt leaned against one arm of the couch as Cindy pushed her mouth over the head of Curt’s stiffening dick. Michael was amazed at its size. It was very thick and very black, with a monstrous, purplish, mushroom-shaped head that Cindy could barely cover with her wide, generous mouth. Michael’s dick was rigid at the sight of his wife trying greedily to force the huge, black cock into her mouth.
Cindy ate Curt’s dick with loud, slurping noises. He stroked her hair as she did. Michael fondled and touched Cindy’s body, naked now except for the little, red thong. Finally, Michael eased his wife off the couch onto the floor. As he did, Curt shed his pants and the rest of his clothing and, kneeling by Cindy’s head, began to fuck her mouth. Michael, meanwhile, dragged the tiny thong down Cindy’s creamy legs and off her feet. He eased her thighs apart and lay between them. Michael sucked her pussy as she sucked Curt’s cock, and Curt fondled and squeezed Cindy’s breasts. Cindy writhed and, her mouth stuffed full of black dick, whimpered pitifully.
Suddenly, Cindy jumped up, “I am not having an orgasm out here on the living room floor without being fucked! In the bedroom,” she ordered, “Now!”
The men followed the naked Cindy into the bedroom, where she lay in the middle of the bed. She motioned with open arms for Curt to climb atop her. He did, and moments later, was fucking her enthusiastically.
Cindy smiled at Michael, and he climbed to kneel near her face. Her lips closed around his cock, and she began to writhe and moan again. Michael could feel the vibrations of her voice on his cock, which was very, very hard.
Cindy pulled her mouth off Michael and pushed Curt up from her body, as well. Without a word, she rearranged both of them, Michael on his back on the bed, while Curt stood at the bedside, his huge member sticking straight out from his body.
Cindy straddled Michael and lowered herself onto his dick. She looked back at Curt mischievously and said, “There’s some oil right behind you on the dresser. Rub some of it on your hand, some of it on your big, beautiful dick, and some of it on my ass. I want you to finger fuck my ass some before you put that big, beautiful dick in it all the way.”
Michael groaned beneath her. Hejust hoped he could last a little while. Cindy gripped the headboard and wiggled deliciously as she fucked her husband. Curt, meanwhile, knelt behind her and fucked her ass with a finger of one hand and caressed her thighs with the other hand.
Michael could feel Curt’s large finger through the thin membrane inside Cindy’s searing, hot pussy. She moaned and wriggled. Every time she moved she fucked herself with either Michael’s hard dick or Curt’s probing finger. And then the finger withdrew. Cindy felt the heat of Curt’s massive dick rubbing into the crack of her ass. She felt his large hands splay it wide with a firm grip. Then she felt the tip of Curt’s cock pressing insistently against her sphincter, pushing, pushing, until it began to penetrate.
“Ohhhhhh, Godddddd!” Cindy wailed pitiably.
Curt’s huge dick began to force its way up her ass. The sensation for Michael was unbelievable! The sensation for Cindy was driving her insane! Curt, for his part, tried not to come, because the tightness of Cindy’s ass was something he had not forgotten. It squeezed the meat of his dick even more, because of Michael’s cock deep within her pussy.
Curt could not push his cock all the way into Cindy’s ass, so Cindy just rocked gently back and forth, fucking both men with each motion. The wetness of her pussy, the oil all over Curt’s dick and the heat of both male bodies sandwiching her was all working together to keep Cindy on the edge of sexual frenzy. She used every bit of self control to hold back the flood of orgasms that hovered on the perimeter of her consciousness. Gently, back and forth. Gently swaying. Gently humping. Curt’s thick meat easing deeper into her ass with every movement toward him. Michael’s iron-hard dick rubbing within her. She could feel how the two cocks squeezed and moved against the membrane in her pelvic region. It was so much cock! It was the most thorough fucking she had ever had!
That incredible sensation prodded Cindy into a more radical movement. She tilted her head lower and her ass a little higher and further back. Curt’s big, black dick was pushed all the way up Cindy’s ass. Cindy lost control. She bucked and writhed. She humped and screamed. She threw herself flat onto Michael, whose cock nearly popped all the way out of Cindy’s pussy. Cindy humped down, then, and buried Michael deep within her. Curt nearly popped from her ass. More writhing. Curt’s dick slammed up Cindy’s ass to the hilt and exploded. Hot, thick jets of semen shot all the way into her bowel. The walls of Cindy’s ass spasmed in response and gripped Curt’s meat tightly. He had a second orgasm. Cindy’s fucking became completely frenzied as she lost count of her orgasms. They were just starting to subside when Michael began shooting his load into her soaking wet pussy. He thrust up and clutched her as he came, Curt’s dick still squirting its last into her ass. Cindy came yet again, her clenching draining the final drops of semen from Curt. With difficulty, Curt finally began to slide his dick from Cindy’s ass. Cindy, for her part dropped bodily onto her husband. Curt collapsed beside them.
They rested before they started to fuck again.