David Brown: The suck wives

Shifting her position, Karen spread the blonde's thighs and buried her face in the juicy blonde snatch. Diane moaned huskily and gyrated her hips deliciously. The brunette's tongue snaked into the juicy, pink crack and tasted the sweet honey welling hotly inside. Taking Diane's long, swollen clit between her thumb and forefinger, the hungry brunette squeezed it and pulled it and sent the squirming blonde to oblivion.

Diane's cunt exploded. Breathing heavily, she pulled Karen's thighs over her and immediately began to nibble the brunette's inflamed clit. Her gash grew hot and sticky. Diane stuck her thumb up the creamy hole and pumped it in and out until the smaller girl began writhing and jerking over her.

Karen continued sucking Diane's swollen cunt. Her juice flooded her pussy. She lapped it up with her tongue, licked the hot pussylips, nibbled the twitching clit, and stuck two fingers up Diane's creamy asshole.

The blonde jerked frantically, rolling all over the bed. Hungry, she covered Karen's dark gash and sucked it eagerly, until her mouth and tongue were sticky with cunt juice. She then stuck two fingers into the tiny, juicy hole and pumped them eagerly.

The girls sucked each other for the next ten minutes. Diane sprinkled cunt juice all over Karen's face, while Karen's cunt exploded thickly several times. Afterward, they rolled off one another and lay on their backs, panting.

"Ya know what?" asked Karen.

"What, darling?"

"We shouldn'ta done that, baby. I'm so fuckin' horny right now, could fuck a Goddam broomstick!"

"Let's get outa here," replied Diane, getting up. "We can go home, clean up, have some supper, and then go lookin' for another pickup tonight."

"That sounds okay with me."

Traffic was very light. It was five in the morning. Most of the traffic consisted of large trucks which were headed in the wrong direction. One trucker stopped in the middle of the highway and told the girls that he was headed east, but would pick them up anyway. When Karen told him to get fucked, he angrily got his truck back into gear and tore out of sight.

They continued walking. Twenty minutes later, it began to look like morning, and the girls could then see where they were going.

"My fuckin' feet," complained Karen, who had taken off her high heels, having decided to walk in her bare feet.

"How much farther is it?" asked Diane in despair.

"I dunno. It took those bastards half an hour to drive to the motel. We could be twenty miles from home."

"A perfect ending to a perfect day," commented Diane angrily.

A few minutes later, a car slowed down about twenty yards behind them and crawled to a stop. The driver stuck his head out of the window and said, "You girls look like you need a lift."

"You're gorgeous," replied Karen, laughing and heading for his car.

Diane eagerly followed her friend to the car. The driver reached over and opened the door for them and they slid into the front seat beside him. He smiled at them and got the car moving again.

Diane and Karen noticed that the driver was a young, good-looking guy no more than thirty. Thin and deeply tanned, he was wearing a business suit. He had unfastened his tie and had pulled the knot halfway down his chest. He looked like a salesman, or an insurance agent. The girls liked him immediately.

"Where ya headed?" he asked, glancing at them.

When Karen told him, he laughed and said, "I'm headed there myself. Live there. You live in town?"

"A few miles outside," replied Diane. "But our car is still parked on Main Street, near the Leaning Tower."

"Oh? How did you get way out here?"

The girls laughed. "It's a long story," replied Karen, lighting a cigarette.

He nodded knowingly. "I see," he replied. "By the way," he added, "I haven't seen you girls before. Just moved in?"

"About six weeks ago," replied Diane. "Our husbands got transferred over here."

A pang of disappointment showed in his face when he heard the word "husbands".

"They're at a convention right now," Karen shot back quickly. "They won't be back until Saturday."

He smiled. "By the way, my name's Paul Matthews."

The girls told him their names.

"Want some excitement?" he asked eagerly.

"Whaddya have in mind?" asked Karen.

"A party. My place. Tonight."

"What kind of party?" asked Diane.

He snickered. "Wildest party you'll ever see in your entire life."

"We'll go!" they said together.

He laughed. "Beautiful," he replied, excited. "I live just down the street from the courthouse. Third house on your left, if you're heading west. The three-storey, red brick house. Come at eight."

"How many guys will be there?" asked Karen.

"Oh… about six or seven couples. A few stags. But everybody's a swinger, so there'll be plenty for everybody. Anyway, my parties always have had sort of a reputation, so you can count on a helluva lot of guys being there than what's expected."

"Fantastic!" exclaimed Karen, giggling. "We'll be there!"

"Great," he replied. "But don't dress too well. At these parties, you always end up taking your clothes off anyway!"

The girls returned to the apartment at six o'clock that morning. Paul had taken them straight to the club, where their car was parked. After thanking him, and promising him that they would be at his place that night, they drove home, threw off their clothing, and headed straight for the bathroom. They stood in the shower for a solid fifteen minutes before they stepped out, dried themselves off, and collapsed in bed.

"I can't wait 'til tonight," sighed Karen, smiling at the thought, "We'll prob'ly really get a lotta cock at the party!"

"I just hope he's not bullshittin' us, baby," remarked Diane. "We might get there and discover that there's fifty girls for every guy!"

"Naw… somethin' tells me Paul was tellin' the truth. He seems like an outa-sight guy."

"I hope so," replied Diane. "I really and truly hope so. What my cunt needs is a good goin' over!"

Karen sat up and smiled at her friend. "We can do somethin' about that right now, darling," she said, getting up and heading for the dresser. Opening the bottom drawer, she fumbled for something inside. "We can't have you all stiff and dry," she said as though she were talking to herself. "We gotta get you hot and juicy for the party!" Closing the drawer, she turned and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Excited, Diane eyed the two-foot-long, double ended dildo as though she were in a trance. Shivering, she spread her legs wide and sighed deeply. "Stick it in, baby!" she whispered huskily, licking her lips. "Stick it all the way inside my cunt until I burst!"

Her pussylips were already soggy with juice. Karen rubbed the thick head of the rubber cock against her tight crack until the blonde wailed and jerked beneath her. Karen bent down and kissed the pink hole. Diane wriggled her hips and waited.

Karen then forced the head of the prick tightly into the waiting cunt. Carefully, the brunette pushed the rubber prick slowly, an inch at a time, until the head had completely disappeared. Diane, moaning softly, gyrated her hips and lifted her pink ass a few inches from the mattress. Karen pushed the thick rubber cock another inch up the creamy crack. The blonde picked up the pillow from the bed and covered her face so that the neighbors would not hear her screams.

When she was certain Diane was wet enough, Karen began to move the huge cock in and out of Diane's cunt slowly and carefully, until she felt the blonde's pussy muscles puffing it farther in. Without warning she let another two inches penetrate Diane's sizzling cunt. The blonde went berserk, kicking and bouncing on the bed. Her screams were loud, even though she still had her face buried in the pillow.