James Evers - Hungry wives

"What did I do?" he asked, his voice cracking.

"Robert, I'm sorry. You'll have to forgive her. She just gets overly nervous sometimes."

"I'm sorry she feels that way," he snorted, "but it's not fair to just leave a guy hanging like this."

"Oh, don't worry," she giggled. "I think I'll be able to make it up to you."

"But I thought I was too small for you!"

Marge thought for a second, and then broke out in a large grin. "I think I know a way that would be just perfect for both of us."

With this she scooted up on Louie's body, and placed his cock against the dripping lips of her cunt. Slowly she moved it back and forth, shivering as she felt the hard rod against the soft folds of her hungry hole.

"First we have to get Louie in, and then you can join the party."

She slowly lowered her body over his shaft, his cock climbing into the warm, moist cavern of her pussy. She rotated her hips, absorbing his giant staff an inch at a time until its full quivering length was parked neatly in her tight pussy, and her pubic hair was meshed with his.

She pulled her hips up and down a few times, and watched as Louie trembled with the pure delight of her hot, sucking pussy. She continued these movements until she was sure her cunt had fully accepted the massive meat, her muscles relaxing and stretching to their fullest. And now she was ready for Robert. She leaned forward so that her nipples caressed Louie's chest, and holding his cock in place with all the power of her cunt, she lifted her ass high into the air.

"NOW!" she groaned. "Put it up my ass! Put your beautiful cock up my ass, while I fuck Louie's huge meat!"

Robert got up and came around behind Marge. For a second or two he could only stare in amazement at her request. He was not at all sure it was possible without killing her, but the idea was filling him with a perverse lust that was stranger than any doubts he might possess.

Marge's beautiful twin globes were waving in open invitation, and her whole beckoned him from above her gorged cunt. His glistening cock, still soaked with Jenny's juices, twitched in anticipation of the gripping delights of her tiny chute.

"Listen, Marge," he croaked. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Given time to think, Marge might have said no, but site was lost in her hunger for new experiences, and was determined to have them at any cost. "Don't ask!" she yelled. "Just shove it in… I want to feel both of you inside me! I want to bring you both off! Give me your fucking cock!"

That was all Robert needed. He walked up and crawled between Louie's legs. He cupped the round butt-cheeks, and spreading them apart, slid his middle finger into the tight asshole. Marge shivered as she felt the digit climb her clutching channel.

Robert had intended his action to gradually accustom her body to its dual entry, but his poking finger only fanned the raging fires of her lust.

"now Goddammit! Give me your cock! I want it now!" she moaned, her ass waving seductively.

But Robert no longer needed the prodding. His balls burned with desire for this cock-hungry woman. He pressed the swollen head of his cock up to her puckering hole, and gripping her waist firmly, he pushed forward.

Marge wiggled backward, her face locked in a grimace as his cock tore at the tiny muscle, stretching it almost beyond endurance. The pain seared into her body, almost causing her to stop, until she suddenly felt his cock-head pop into her. Robert waited for a second until he felt her body start to squirm again, and then began climbing into the depths of her bowels.

"Oh God!" she cried. "It… it… it's so fucking painful… and hot… and big… and wonderful!"

"Yes!" he echoed. "It's wonderful… so hot and fucking wonderful!"

Robert was boiling in his own passion, and he began thrusting his prick in and out of her rectum. She clung to his cock, her own hips dancing in delight and riding up and down on Louie's huge meat. Robert's cock was on fire, lit by the overwhelming bliss of her ass, fed by the tightness and friction of her churning sphincter.

"Oh Christ!" Robert yelled. "Pump! Both of you pump for all you're worth!"

Robert worked frantically, craving his release, plowing into her like an enraged animal. He battered her body in harder and harder strokes, burying his cock ever deeper. It was not until he felt his pubic hair brush against the skin of her ass, and his ball sac smack against her thighs that his voice rang out to guide the chorus of groaning bodies beneath him.

"Together… everyone together… yes! Yes! That's it! Oh God, can you feel it? She's got both of us all the fucking way into her! Fuck her… ram her, Louie! Let's fuck the shit out of her!"

Both Robert and Louie began pistoning their cocks in and out of Marge in the same rhythm. Each man trembled as he felt the other's cock pressing against his own through the thin membrane that separated the two holes.

As for Marge, she was caught up in an uncontrollable ecstasy that threatened to destroy her. She thrilled as Robert's cock plunged in and out of her asshole, while Louie's prick stimulated her pussy with its wild bucking thrusts. Her own body churned frantically, fighting back the impulse of her growing orgasm, and desperately seeking to milk the men of their glorious juices.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" she screamed. "Pound me! Harder! It's coming… I want to come… all of us… together! Drive, you sons-of-bitches…!"

The three bodies now pumped violently, each striving to bring the other off. Both men lunged in blinding passion into their respective holes, their groans blurting out to guide and stimulate the other.

And then it came.

Marge's body felt like a million rockets had exploded. Her scream rang out as she felt the flood of Robert's jerking cock gush its giant load into her, at the same time Louie's huge prick burst inside her cunt. Both men jerked and heaved, their cum blowing out in gush after gush, fining her body with the hot blasts of their cocks.

Marge's voice bellowed in long piercing wails as she experienced the greatest pleasure she had ever known. Her own climax came, slamming her belly like a pile-driver as every nerve in her body seemed to explode. Her shuddering body peaked, and then subsided, leaving her more satisfied than she had ever been before.

Once finished the men quickly dressed and departed, leaving Marge to deal with the problem of Jenny. She walked over to the bathroom door… and finding it open, entered the tiny space of the bathroom.

Jenny was perched on the closed lid of the toilet, her face held abjectly in her hands. She was staring blankly at the bare wall, seemingly unaware of her friend's presence.

"Hey, Jenny, you okay?"

"Marge, I've decided I'm going home tomorrow."

"Look, honey, I'm sorry if…"

"No… it's nothing you did… I'm sure you were just trying to help me. And I can't deny that I enjoyed it – a lot! That's what scares me."

"Well maybe by tomorrow you'll…"

"NO! I'm just not as sure as you are that this is the right thing to do. I just need to think that's all, so I want to fly out tomorrow, and I'll talk to you when you get back, okay?"

"Okay."

Marge walked over to her friend, and taking Jenny's face in her hands, gave her a kiss. "In the meantime, there's still the rest of tonight… shall we spend it together?"

Jenny looked up, a spark lighting the darkness of her expression. "Yes… I think I'd like that."

Marge kissed her again, her tongue coming out to gently cares the warm cavern of her friend's willing mouth, then dropping over her quivering tits, and down to the warm, moist patch of her soft muff.

"I'll miss you," Marge whispered, her tongue parting in wrinkled folds of Jenny's pussy. "I'll miss you a lot."

"I need to think," Jenny muttered. "Tonight I just want to feel… but tomorrow, I'll need to think."