Robert Jenkins - Loose wife

Sue went wild. She began to bounce up and down frantically. Her smooth, rounded ass-cheeks pounded against Hal's loins. His cock made a soft squishing noise ramming in and out of her juicy aunt.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" Sue grunted as her ass continued its machine-gun action.

Her tits had swollen until they were half again their normal size. Her eyes were glazed, unseeing, her mouth twisted into a grimace of wild sexual tension. Gone was the cool, in-command girl Jill had first seen straddling her husband's loins.

"Aaaaiiiyyyy!" Sue wailed. "Oh, God! My God! I'm… going to cum! Can't hold it back any… any… AAAAAHHHH!"

Sue's back arched like a bow. Her tits jabbed forward, right into Kathy's back. She seemed unable to move. Her cunt stayed glued tightly to Hal's loins, his cock completely gobbled up. Nothing moved, Sue held rigidly still, only her stomach muscles fluttering a little. But the look of agonized pleasure on Hal's face suggested there was a lot of activity up inside Sue's climaxing cunt. Hal was obviously having trouble not cumming, too.

Kathy to the rescue. "Don't you dare!" she warned Hal, then took her hand from Sue's clit and yanked on a handful of Hal's pubic hair.

"OW!" he yelped. His face cleared. His orgasmic crisis was over, at least for the moment.

By now, Sue had finished cuming. As she leaned weakly forward against Kathy, the other girl tamed and gently pushed her to the side. She toppled over like a dead tree, coming to rest on the carpet next to Hal.

"Next shift!" Kathy crowed delightedly. She pulled her cunt away from Hal's face. He licked his lips, his cheeks glistening with pussy juice. Kathy scrambled quickly from his body, as if afraid someone else might take the place Sue had vacated. She opened her plump pussy-lips with one hand, fitted Hal's cock up into her cunt-mouth, then settled slowly down.

"Oooohhh," the round young girl sighed, her eyes glowing. "I love to have my cunt eaten, but there's nothing like a hard, hot cock."

She began to fuck energetically. Jill was amazed by this incredible young women. She apparently had no inhibitions at all. "Do you know her?" she asked Ted.

"I've met her at parties," he said. "I think she works in a massage parlor. Lots of the girls here do."

A prostitute! No wonder Kathy was so matter-of-fact. She'd seen it all. But it certainly hadn't slowed down her ability to enjoy sex!

Hal was obviously not going to be able, to hold off his long-delayed orgasm much longer. He was puffing like a steam engine, biting down hard on his lower lip.

"Just hold on a little longer," Kathy begged. "I'm getting close. Tell you what… flick my clit with your thumb!"

Shakily, Hal reached out and worked his thumb into Kathy's pussy-slit, pushing aside her thick cunt-lips. His thumb met her swollen clit.

"Oh, yes! That's the way!" Kathy gasped. "Mmmmm, it feels so good! Gets me off every time!"

Hal rubbed faster and faster with his thumb. His hand blurred. "Hurry up! I… I think I'm starting to cum!" he choked out.

"Ooooohhh, yes, lover! I can feel your cock getting bigger and bigger up inside my cunt. I know it's going to shoot off soon. I can sense it. But it's all right, lover, because I'm gonna cum, too! My clit's on fire. My cunt feels so hot and fluttery! I… I…"

Kathy began to buck and jerk, "aaaahhhh!" she cried.

Hal's hoarse cry of triumph joined her lighter whimpering. Great gushes of their combined cum came bubbling back out of Kathy's cunt. Her huge tits bounced and jiggled, the big brown nipples twirling in crazy circles. Hal held onto her tightly, his ass straining up from the floor. He was sinking every spouting inch of cock he had up into her convulsing twat.

Jill was oddly pleased. Pleased that it was Kathy her husband had shot his load into instead of Sue. "Can you make me a drink?" she asked Ted, turning a calm face towards him.

"Sure thing." And he led her towards the bar.

There were quite a few people clustered there, foremost Harry. He looked up from his drink, saw Jill over the rim of his glass.

His beady eyes lit up. "Well, well," he boomed. "It's the little lady herself!"

Jill blushed as all eyes turned towards her. She suddenly felt very naked.

"This is Jill's first time at a swinging party," Harry added, to no one in particular.

A pretty blonde stood next to him, tall enough so that he was able to diddle his finger up her cunt without having to bend down. The finger didn't seem to bother the girl much. Her face stayed perfectly blank, although her hips gyrated a little. Maybe just to let Harry know she knew his finger was there. Jill could see little droplet of pussy juice trickling down into Harry's palm.

"She's new? Then let's initiate her," a balding, well-built man standing close to Harry said. He was fondling the tall blonde's tits. Her nipples were very long, jutting out about a quarter-inch.

"'Nitiate? 'Nitiate who?" Harry asked. Jill realized he was drunk. "Oh! You mean the little lady. Sure! Let's give her the treatment!"

Jill was getting nervous. "What are they talking about?" she asked Ted.

He chuckled. "Relax. It's nothing to be afraid of. In fact, it's kind of nice. They did it to me once. About ten women."

"What? Did what?"

"They spray whipped cream all over your tits, belly and cunt. Then everybody takes turns licking it off. In my case, my cock looked like a Maypole, with three women at the same time trying to cram their heads in to lick the whipped cream off."

"But I don't know if I want to," Jill protested weakly. Two of the men had taken her by the arms and were gently but forcefully leading her towards the center of the living room. "But I really don't want to…" she protested vainly.

"Come on. They won't let you alone until you do," Ted reassured her.

That helped. She trusted Ted. And deep down inside she really wanted to do it. Like nearly everyone else, Jill liked being the center of attention.

They made her lie down on the rug. Harry staggered over with an aerosol can of whipped cream. "Tits first," he guffawed.

He pointed the nozzle straight at Jill's right tit, then pushed the valve. A thick stream of whipped cream shot out, foaming over the brunette's entire tit, piling up over the nipple.

"Oh! It's cold!" Jill shrieked.

"You jus' wait, little lady. Well heat you up!" Harry chortled.

He covered her other tit, then looped big spirals of whipped cream down the cringing housewife's naked belly. He saved her aunt for last, prying open her pussy-lips with one hand while he filled her gash with white billowy whirls.

One of the watching men lunged forward. "Let me lick her tits," he panted.

Harry stopped him with one swipe of his powerful arm. "I ain't finished with the decorations yet," he said.

Glaring around him, daring anyone to move until he gave the go-ahead, Harry walked unsteadily over to the refrigerator. He took out a bottle of maraschino cherries. After a considerable struggle he fished two out of the bottle, placing them at the tip of the whipped-cream mounds capping Jill's tits. She couldn't help laughing.

"Now what about her cunt?" he mused. "Ah! Got it!"

Going back to the refrigerator, Harry got out an orange. With maddening deliberation he peeled it, pulling off two sections. They ended up embedded in the thick pod of cream covering Jill's cunt, looking wonderfully like bright-orange pussy-lips.

"Enjoy the feast, children," Harry said grandly, stepping back, crossing his arms over his hairy chest.

He looked a little silly to Jill, with his cock dangling soft and relaxed below his slight pot belly. She was a little disappointed. She'd rather have had Harry start licking away the cream. At least she knew him. She became aware of a laughing, grinning circle of people surrounding her, looking down at her naked, cream-smeared body.