Polly Prudence - Sharing Lovers

Don grinned and removed his sport shirt, kicked off his loafers-naked now except for his trunks. The bulge inside them looked bigger than before.

Mari glanced at his cock lump again and unzipped her shorty shift, letting it drift to the floor. In the black, lace-trimmed bikini she knew she looked sexy, she felt sexy; she was ready for fun. Arid lots of it!

"Yeahhhhh!" Don" chuckled, his grey eyes feasting on her bod. "You look better than either one of those go-go dancers."

During an intermission at The Skipper, two shapely girls, one colored, the other white, had wiggled their asses and practically fucked each other on the well-lighted stage. The bold performance to rapid music had put a sweet, ginny ache in Mari's cunt, and Karyn had obviously enjoyed it, too. Then more close-in dancing with Don had primed her pistol good.

"Boy, that was some show!" Karyn giggled, starting the music. She swayed over beside Mari and unbuttoned her red shift, revealing her lush young figure in the red mini-bikini. The thin, stretched halter clearly limned her excited nipples; she looked as turned-on as Mari felt.

"It sure heated my pussy," Mari giggled. "But why don't the operators have a male strip once in a while?"

"I'll take you-chicks downtown one of these nights," Don smiled. "You can see anything you want to."

"Terrific!" Karyn giggled. "Why don't you show us what you've got, stud?"

"Sure, if you girls will give it a few sucks," he said, reaching for the band of his trunks.

"Over and under and all around, honey!" Karyn gurgled. She placed her arms behind her head, arched her big, bulging tits forward and twitched her ass. "If you promise to give us a good fuck apiece!"

He laughed. "That's on the program." In one swift move, he brought the trunks down from his hips, exposing his prick. The vision of his swelling cock, his hairy nuts, the circumcised knob already leaking clear wetness, then a draft of male aroma from his crotch, whirled Mari's senses. It was a good seven inches long and beautifully thick!

"Ohhhh, heavy!" Karyn breathed, staring avidly.

Mari suddenly realized that she had never practiced enough fellatio to consider herself adequate! Steve had never encouraged it. Only a few guys she had dated before meeting him had let her take more than a few kisses. Most men were too eager to ram the prick home and industriously fuck to a climax.

The first few months of her marriage. Steve had been rather good, able to get his gun off three blasts in a row, and a few times she had almost banged her fun with him. But afterward it was the same old show, waiting till he went to sleep, then going to the bathroom and having her goodies on her hand.

Well, shit on that anymore! If she couldn't come with Don, she knew she could make it good with Karyn, later. She was starting to realize that all those years of having cunt rubs with Tamra had not prepared her for enjoying prick the way she should! And good, stiff cock on a handsome man was still fascinating. She was not that much of a lesbian.

"Oh, let me play my tits on it!" Karyn gurgled, reaching for the fastener on her halter.

Don grinned, kicked the trunks away and moved to a bar stool, sitting down facing the girls. He was real cool about it, the confident bastard; he had been around. But then, who the hell wanted an amateur cocksman?

"Okay, get me up good and big, girls," he chuckled, arching his crotch forward, leaning with his back against the Up of the padded bar edge. Karyn looked at Mari, since he was supposed to be Man's date, but she smiled and loosened her own halter.

"Go ahead, honey," Mari giggled. "Maybe I'll have some fun with you while you're enjoying his prick… "

Karyn shuddered. Ever since she had first she had been hoping for a date! But Tamra was a selfish broad, even though she cared very little about men, she had used Don for-an escort, to show him off. Many of the snooty joints she loved to be seen in did not permit singles.

But Mari was just delightful, almost like she had been let out of a cage and was trying to catch up on her sex fun. And she appeared to be much more interested in sliding, squirting prick than Tamra had ever been.

She can play with me all she wants to! Karyn thought. I'm so hot I could fuck a snake! I've had a Jew all-girl threesomes with Tamra, but never a party •with another girl and a hard-pricked stud! This is going to be jar out!

She sank to her knees on the carpet between Don's muscular, opened legs, her tits swollen with her need, her cunt already drippy in the bikini panties.

She snuggled Don's cock between her tender titties and weaved her shoulders, loving the feel of his meat on her flesh. She had sucked a few pricks, but most of her men dates preferred her cunt, and she did too! Now she was going to get a fuck from that wealthy playboy. If she put out a good one he might want to date her, alone…

Don was enjoying this more than he had figured, although it took a really different kind of setup to stir his passion. He had been fucking since the age of sixteen, his family money always drawing the best-looking young cunts around, and he had tried damn near everything there was in nearly every country where the hep broads hung out-clean, nubile cunts.

Tamra had interested him because she was hard to get and so beautiful he could not understand why she liked chicks for her kicks. He couldn't buy her; she had money of her own. She was the only twat who had ever turned him down and made him come back for more. Showing up in public with her made his male friends drool with envy. On several dates she had hired a girl who would swing so he could get his prick soaked, and then he would-watch Tamra and the girl do their lesbian thing. The last one had been a young, sensual, Chinese chick.

But he had never taken a crack at Karyn Olson, Tamra's steady piece. Those big, pointy tits were really exciting. And Mari seemed even more appealing than her twin sister. She actually appeared to want a cock, not just put up with one, like Tamra. On the dance floor at The Skipper, Mari had rubbed it all over his crotch.

During an intermission in the John he had run into Carl Manders, the rising, young insurance executive, who wanted a date with Mari, thinking she was the sister, Tamra. Carl had been hot for her for a long time, but apparently she considered him too old at forty. She had snubbed him, as she did most men. Well, fuck Carl Manders; he could find his own pussy. It was all over the place, a new fresh crop growing up every year.

"You're getting it up good and hard, honey!" Mari giggled, staring at Don's wet-headed prick. Watching Karyn roll her thrusty breasts against his shaft and his nuts was deliciously exciting! This was much better than swinging with two of her chicks.

"Yeah," Don grinned. "Why don't you show me what you can do with your tits?"

Somehow his cocksure manner took something out of Mari's evening. He was a real ego character. There was a kind of blasй shallowness about him, like she and Karyn were hired for his pleasure, like he had done this before so often it was no real kick-the bored playboy consenting to let two new cunts fondle his bod and prick. Still he was smooth. She wanted to fuck him!

One man at The Skipper, dark and rugged-looking and horribly virile, she had noticed more than any other. He had spoken to Don; he had glanced at her several times as if he already knew her, and on a visit to the Johnnie she had asked a waitress who he was. His name was Carl Manders; he was in insurance, rather big, but the flashy red-head with him had cooled Mari's further interest. Now there was a man she could flip with!

One of these days I'll call him and see if he's really interested, she thought. He's not pretty, like Don, he's ALL man. Ohhhh, shit! I haven't had any real fun with a guy for so long I guess I'm seeing stiff pricks everywhere. That red-head was hanging in there real close. Probably fucks like a mink!