Milton Granby - Four to a bed

“Yes, Harry,” she was beginning to croon, as her hands raced up and down her statuesque body, thrilling her visibly, “I think we’re really going to get along… I’m so anxious to give you the benefit of my experience, so that you can help out little Sandy… although I’m sure a handsome guy like you can’t have much to learn… I’m really sure you know how to please a woman, a real woman, that is… don’t you… don’t you, Harry?”

A gurgled sound came by way of a response from Harry. ‘He was speechless. He was defenseless. He wanted to leave, at least he thought he did, but there was something about this woman… in another minute, all self-control would be gone and he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions! But, God! He couldn’t do this to another man’s wife, not a buddy who had trusted him to come and comfort her while he suffered all alone in a jail cell

“Oh, yes, Harry,” she continued to drone, “I really can’t wait for you to show me how good you are in bed… you would like to get between my legs and fuck me, wouldn’t you? Yes, I can tell you would…”

The lewd word was the spark that threw his resolve aside and ignited the volcano of his mounting desire and with an almost inhuman moan, he moved towards her, propelled like an automation to the object of his passion. It seemed to him that Ann was looking at him with something akin to triumph in her deep blue eyes, but he wasn’t sure, because the nearness of her maddened him as his arms reached out and clasped her palpitating naked body towards him, and his lips ground down on hers, forcing them apart, his tongue pushing eagerly into the hot cavern of her mouth. Her tongue was eager too and tripped lightly around his, whipping up a foam of warm saliva as the two organs entwined. He could feel the hardness of her erect nipples digging into his chest and she was churning her vaginal mound against his thigh with increasing fervor.

“Oh, Ann… “he murmured, his lips tracing a hot wet path over her neck, down the hollow of her throat, lower still to orally caress the soft downy tops of her opalescent breasts.

He drew in his breath suddenly as once more her hand reached insistently down and began to stroke the hot throbbing pulsation of his prick in feverish rhythm. He thought he’d go crazy from her tingling touch and clasped her even tighter to him in a bear-like embrace.

“Your cock feels good… so big and hard…” her voice was hoarse and insistent and the lewd compliment sent shivers of forbidden pleasure coursing up and down his back. Inexplicably, at that moment, a memory of the photograph he’d seen of Mrs. Green came back into his dazed brain, and he recalled how it had strangely excited him, had set his entrails churning with an unknown sensation. Now he knew what it was. Her supreme animal sensuality which he was observing and experiencing now had transmitted itself into the photograph, electrifying everyone who looked at it! What a woman! his brain exclaimed as he felt her deft fingers draw down the zipper of his pants, and then his tormented prick was free, cleaving the air like a giant python, red and angry looking. He heard Ann draw in her breath as her fingers tested the huge circumference of it, and his own flesh tingled incredibly from her cool electrifying touch. Her fingernails scraped titillatingly along the quivering skin, abrasively thrilling the heated surface, and he couldn’t suppress the moans of pleasure which issued incoherently from his lips. His balls felt heavy and bloated, writhing with the scalding weight of their precious liquid as they dangled beneath his heavily pulsating hardness.

Without being aware of it, Ann had led him over to the long low couch and now she was lying back on it, her thighs spread invitingly open, her breasts heaving, their porcelain flesh translucent in their passion. Her face was clouded with a haze of desire and her open lips offered scintillating invitation to the lust-wracked young husband. Moaning savagely, he flung himself on her as he angrily stripped away his clothes, already in disarray, and felt the first contact of his own naked flesh on hers.

“Oh Christ Ann,” he murmured hoarsely, “I want to fuck you… oh God how I want to fuck you…”

“Yes! Harry, Yes! Let me show you some things you never dreamed of… things your wife has never shown you…” Ann’s breathing was heavy and labored as she strained her body to unite with his.

SANDY! His wife’s name struck a thundercord in Harry, leaving him feeling numbed and paralyzed. God, what was he doing? What had come over him to think of making love to another woman? What would Sandy say when she found out? And she was bound to. With her quiet intuitive way, she’d know as soon as she saw him what he had been up to. He hadn’t called her, hadn’t even thought about her in the past hour! Oh God, what kind of a husband was he?

Ann sensed his hesitation, and a thin smile curved her lips. She knew what was on his mind. She had purposely mentioned his wife, knowing it would upset him. She couldn’t help it, really. it was all part of the fun of seducing a fairly innocent young man, still crazy about his wife and caught up in all kinds of moral dilemmas. Not that they stayed that way for long; she took care of that. And this one was particularly handsome, she thought, her eyes trailing appreciatively over his muscular form. Jeff sure picked a good one this time , she smiled to herself. I must remember to really thank him.

Harry’s face was an agony of indecision. He didn’t think he could hold his head up again, much less face Sandy, if he went through with this, but oh God, how could he stop himself? Ann’s body was a miasma of overwhelming passion, drawing him irrevocably into its depths, and he couldn’t escape from it! He just couldn’t! And he didn’t want to!

Ann’s fingers had tightened on his excitedly throbbing cock goading it into almost inhuman feelings, and suddenly, all discretion flew from his brain and his body became an inferno of raging fire. His hands reached down and without preamble, roughly drew apart her slender glossy thighs, forcing them brutally apart, revealing the shimmering dark triangle of her hungrily pulsating cunt. He could see the faint pinkness of it, glimmering between the thick, swollen outer lips, thinly covered with softly curling wisps of pubic hair. He could see the small, star-shaped opening pulsing gently, surmounted by the tiny bud of her eagerly throbbing clitoris, and he could barely detect the fluted edges of the tiny inner lips. He ran the tip of his tongue over his parched dry lips as his bulging eyes took in the enticing sight before him. Aware of his urgency, Ann began to draw the heated length of his pounding cock towards the waiting mouth to her quivering body, and she jerked back as the hard rubbery head touched the fragile flesh of her nakedly quivering pussy. Harry was electrified by the titillating touch of her open cunt against his blood-engorged penis, and eagerly, he rotated the heavy shaft against the softly clinging tendrils of membrane. But he was past the point of playing. The call of her heavily scented body was too strong to deny, and her waiting cuntal cavern was the most potent of lures. Dropping his hands again, he slowly drew back the swollen outer flanges of her vagina fully revealing the tender walls of her hotly trembling pussy. The smoothly rounded head of his elongated rod was poised now at the thin, vertical mouth up between her open thighs, and Harry hesitated, holding it there for a moment, savoring this final moment before his ultimate victory. Then, with a moan, strangled in his contracting throat, he rammed forward with all his pent-up strength.

“Aaaaaaaaaggghhhhhhhhh…” Ann’s voice was high-pitched and hoarse as she felt the sharp penetration of his rock-hard member as it cleaved apart the fragile outer flesh and inserted itself mercilessly in the soft vaginal sheath.