Gale Grayson - Door-to-door sex-girl

"My friend's name is Phyllis," Annabelle told him. "Phyllis Hartman!"

Leon nodded mutely toward Phyllis, on the bed, as the introduction was made.

"But, I don't get it! Why…? Why me?"

Her robe off, now, Annabelle walked nakedly toward the bed, and Leon couldn't keep his eyes off of her sensually rippling buttocks and long, smooth, tapering legs. "There's only one thing we have to know for sure!" she told him.

"What's that?"

"Are you Leon Brooks… and is your wife's name Virginia?"

"Yes, on both counts!" he answered, then asked, "What's that got to do with it?"

"We just wanted to make sure!" Phyllis told him, asking a final question: "And your wife, Virginia – does she sell Eko-Klean?"

"Yes, she does." Leon was completely mystified. Jesus Christ! Just what in hell is going on here?

The two women exchanged glances knowingly, and Annabelle said brightly, "Okay! That's good enough for us!"

The service station owner watched as she lay down on the bed beside Phyllis Hartman, one of her tiny white hands reaching out to caress the black-haired beauty's ripe, firm breasts. He came to the foot of the bed; looking down at them, he asked, "Aren't you going to tell me what this is all about? What does my wife have to do with it? Or what does Eko-Klean have to do with you two… and her?"

"We'll explain it all later!" Mrs. Foxx said. "Meanwhile, maybe all of us can have some fun… if you're interested…"

"I thought you wanted me to watch?"

"Oh, we do, but if you get any ideas… well… feel free… you know?"

He was getting ideas all right! Below, his rapidly thickening cock was throbbing to full erection. The two voluptuous, naked women were facing each other now, lying on their sides, their full firm breasts pressed close together, and below, he saw their smoothly rounded loins straining against each other, Annabelle's golden-haired triangle rubbing in eager little circles against the darker, curling hair of Mrs. Hartman's loins, whose sleekly curving thighs were slightly spread, allowing the blonde's softly tapered thigh to slide up between them. Damn! It was really giving him ideas! Maybe they're both horny… both of them working together… getting their excitement that way – or maybe the lesbian act is just a way of making sure I'm interested! But Jesus! Two at a time? He was a little dubious. Of course, I could be wrong! Maybe they just get their kicks having somebody watching them…

The two women's mouths melted together in a deep, tongue-jousting kiss. Both women, he noted, had closed their eyes, while their hands were roaming caressingly over the naked contours of each other's body. He could only watch for another moment before he knew that he would have to be a part of it, had to join them there on the bed. Forgotten was Virginia, his wife, and vows of fidelity. This was heady stuff, and who was he to turn and run away from a pulchritudinous feast like this, especially when it seemed to be laid just for him?

Still standing at the foot of the bed watching the two nakedly writhing women, Leon began to divest himself of his clothing. It didn't take very long until he stood there with his clothes strewn around him, the rock-hard shaft of his pulsating cock standing up at an acute angle. Then he crawled up on the bed, his itching hands reaching out to begin a caressing exploration of each of the women's satin-smooth, warmly vibrant bodies.

Their kiss was broken momentarily as Phyllis looked up at him through smoke-gray eyes and murmured, "So you are interested?"

"You're damned right I am! Would you expect me not to be?"

"Not really!" Annabelle said.

"Does the name Hugo Foxx mean anything to you?" It was Phyllis asking it, as she stretched out a hand toward him.

He pressed up close to her, and she began fondling his now painfully pulsating cock, her fingers moving along its thick length appreciatively. "No. Should it?" he asked.

"He's the Area Supervisor for Eko-Klean… and Annabelle's husband!" Phyllis said.

Leon swiveled his eyes to focus on the platinum blonde's face and she smiled her affirmation, adding, "And Phyllis' husband is your wife's sponsor!"

"Arthur! Arthur Hartman!" he grunted. "So what's the deal, getting me here, in bed with you, making me think I could fuck you both? Is this some kind of trick?"

"No, no tricks!" Annabelle grinned. "You'll have your fun… and so will we!"

"But your husbands?"

"No problem!" Phyllis assured him. "They don't know about this!"

The young gas station owner was wary, now. He didn't understand these two women at all, couldn't divine their motives, but he was so heatedly aroused now that it would have been almost impossible for him to walk out on them. Phyllis' hand was caressing him to even greater hardness. "Relax, Leon darling!" she murmured.

Then Annabelle was moving. She was up on her knees and reversing her naked body, forcing Leon to move aside, as she threw one leg over Phyllis' head to straddle her in the classic sixty-nine position; then, spreading her firm satiny thighs, she lowered her pink pussy down over the black-haired woman's face. Instantly, as he watched avidly, feeling the quickening of his own breath and the surging pound of his racing blood, he saw Phyllis' pink little tongue snake out sinuously from between her lips and lick up toward the coral-pinkness of the moistly hovering cunt above her head. "Christ!" he breathed, as his wildly throbbing cock jerked involuntarily. "Chee-rist!" God! He would have loved to be doing that himself!

Phyllis' faintly quivering thighs were spread wide, and Annabelle's head slowly lowered down between them. Leon shifted his gaze to watch. He saw her tongue lash out to bury itself in the wetly glistening vaginal opening. Phyllis shivered with a lewd delight, and Leon was aware of the mewling humming sounds coming from their throats as well as the obscene sucking noises as each hungrily tongue-fucked the other. Hell! They were literally all wrapped up in each other, and there was nothing he could do except caress their sensually writhing bodies. He did that.

His hand went out between the two soft warm bodies, first to the kneeling Annabelle's, where he fondled her ripely dangling breasts and dug his fingers into the smooth, pliant flesh, cupping them up and rolling the hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Then he saw that he could use both hands. He slid his other hand up over Phyllis' tautly rippling belly to her chest to knead and caress the quivering softness of her full-mounding breasts. He was getting so hotly aroused that he was beginning to wonder whether he could last through it. Of course, never in his life had he thought he would ever have the chance to fuck two such sensually attractive women at the same time. He thought about that. No! It's impossible! Fucking them one after the other is what it really is! That means I've got to hold back until the second one's ready to cum! He just hoped to hell he could do it!

Now Phyllis and Annabelle were wildly grinding their wetly glistening pussies into each other's faces, and their breathing was raspy in their throats. Christ! They're both turned on… and so far gone they might start cumming any minute! Apparently they seemed to realize it too, for Phyllis was struggling to push Annabelle's savagely writhing cunt up away from her mouth and making strangling noises in her throat.

Finally, Annabelle raised her head from the other woman's visibly pulsating pussy, her lips glistening moistly from the perfumed lubricant flowing from the black-haired woman's hotly seething cunt.

"Oh, God!" Annabelle muttered. "I almost forgot! It was so good I just wanted it to go on and on!" She scrambled up from her position over Phyllis and said throatily to Leon, "But, I do want to finish up by being fucked half to death by that big hard prick of yours!" Her eyes were riveted now on his massively throbbing penis as she straightened herself around on the bed and lay back nakedly supine, her thighs spreading wide in an obscene invitation to be fucked. "Come on, lover! Stick that beautiful prick in me, now!"