Paulette Smalls - Come and get it!

Doug shook his head. "I don't know…"

"Let's show him we mean it!" Jessi urged, squirming on the sofa, her knees swaying in and out nervously. "We'll show him we're not kidding."

Walt thought for a moment. "Ya mean now?"

"Why not?"

"What about dinner?"

"Dinner can wait, darlin'," Jessi said, her face flushed hotly. For the first time Doug noticed how stiff and thick her nipples were under her tightly fitting pink sweater. "I don't think I can wait."

"Whatever you say, babe."

Doug listened very carefully to their back and forth conversation, missing the precise meaning, but understanding enough of what they were talking about to be stunned by the idea. Inside his pants, his cock ached it was so stiff. He wanted to come again.

"Why don't you come over here and join us on the sofa," Walt suggested. He patted the sofa cushion next to him, looking at his wife. "You can sit between us, Jes."

Doug's mouth opened and closed. "You want me to come over there?"

Walt grinned. "My lady's feeling in the mood again. What are we gonna do, disappoint her?"

"You mean – the both of us?"

Walt shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"

Watching in disbelief, Doug saw Jessi sliding across the sofa until she was sitting next to her husband. She was grinding her legs tightly together, the hem of her skirt inching up on her thighs. Staring at Doug, licking her tongue around her lips, she placed her hand on Walt's crotch, running her fingers up and down his cock.

"Why don't you come and sit over here next to me, darlin'?" Jessi asked. She ran her right hand up the inside of her thigh, under her skirt. Without him actually being able to see her, he knew sloe was masturbating. She grinned and drew her hand out, her fingertips wet. "I've got two hands, you know."

Doug stood up, walking stiffly across the room, his hard-on clearly outlined through his pants. He felt very light-headed and giddy, as if what was happening was not real. He sat down next to Jessi, watching her as she unzipped the fly of her husband's jeans. She pulled out his cock, a long, slender, uncircumcised shaft, wrapping her fingers around it, jerking him off. Then she turned to him and smiled.

"I think you're gonna like this," she said.

Her hand reached out, and Doug felt her fingers curling around his shaft. She pinched into it eagerly, pulling down his zipper and thrusting her hand into his fly. An instant later his cock was out, and Jessi was masturbating him as well.

"Oh my God!" she moaned, her head leaning back against the rear cushion of the sofa, her long red hair splayed out. "Two men at once! God, I'm so hot! I'm touching two cocks at the same time!"

Doug was beginning to get pretty turned on himself, especially when he watched Walt pull up his wife's sweater, exposing her breasts. While Jessi's hand stroked up and down his cock, Walt bent over and began sucking his wife's tits. Doug humped his cock up through Jessi's pulling fingers.

"Don't wait for an invitation, buddy," Walt said, looking up from his work for a second. "Just dig right in and help yourself."

Doug slid his hand under Jessi's skirt until he was touching her cunt. She was wearing panties, but he pulled them out of the way, exposing her hairy bush. He cupped her mound in his hand, masturbating her clit, and then pushed his fingers down further between her cuntal flap, until he was fucking her with them.

"Oh – fantastic!" Jessi cried, eyes closed. She just sat there like a sponge, soaking up pleasure coming to her from so many separate directions. "Oh… oh… I love it… I love it!"

She bent over and sucked her husband's cock, lips sliding down to the base of the slender shaft, then back up to the tip. Up and down her mouth moved, making a wet, slurping sound. She snapped her head up, the cock popping from her her lips. Turning around the other way, her mouth still warm from Walt's dick, she began to suck Doug's cock. He thrust two more fingers into her cunt.

"Believe me now?" Jessi asked, winking at him.

Doug moaned when he felt her lips closing over his prick again. "I'm beginning to," he grunted. He had three fingers shoved in her pussy, and she was squirting her wetness all over his hand. "I'm beginning to."

"Shhh…" Jessi cautioned. "He's still sleeping."

"Are you sure that…"

"Cybill!" Jessi said, warning her friend. She shook her head and tried to look very cross, but she was too aroused for that. "You're gonna wake him up, darlin', if you don't be quiet. Want to ruin everything?"

Cybill shook her head, accepting the criticism without protest. A small, slender woman, with short brown hair, brown eyes, and a dark complexion, she was also incredibly promiscuous, so she would do nothing to jeopardize a good thing. She ran her sweaty hands up from her slender hips until she was cupping her small, firm breasts through the loose-fitting material of her house dress. Except for her panties and slippers, the house dress was the only other thing she had on.

"Are you sure it's safe?" she asked, her voice suitably hushed. She stepped into Jessi's apartment, closing the door behind her. She hadn't even bothered to put on her make-up, so urgent and insistent had her friend's call been. Still, Jessi had shown her plenty of good times, and had turned more than one dull morning or afternoon, into an orgy of loose, frequently wild sex play with their many male and female guests. When Jessi called and said come on over, that was exactly what she did. Cybill was no fool. "I mean, I don't want to get started with him – you know, get all hot and bothered, and then find out he's upset."

Jessi shook her head and sighed. Didn't anybody trust her anymore? She said, "Have I ever steered you wrong, darlin'? Believe me, Doug is gonna love what we're going to do to him. He's a very passionate, horny man."

"And he's got a big cock?" Cybill's dark eyes glittered with anticipation. "How big?"

"More than big enough to do the job."

"Christ!" Cybill shuddered, rubbing her cunt through the folds of her house dress. She was already wet, and could feel the swollen lump of her clit all stiff and hard between her cunt lips. "Can we get started? I'm really turned on. Very much."

Jessi nodded, as eager as her younger, married friend. Although they looked nothing like each other, and their personalities were as different as two ends of a magnet, they shared something so basic it almost made them inseparable: they both lived solely for sex, and would do anything, with anyone, if they knew it would get them off. Jessi only wished that Paul, Cybill's gorgeous young husband, was similarly inclined, but he was as square and naive as any man who ever got married. He knew absolutely nothing at all about his horny wife's extra-marital sex life. He didn't even know that Cybill was a nymphomaniac.

"Okay, let's go," Jessi said. Her legs were shaking.

"Where is he?"

"In the small bedroom."

"Can I see him first?" Cybill asked, pulling up the hem of her house dress. She was wearing a pair of lacy white panties, through which her hairy pussy was visible. She thrust her fingers down into her panties and began to masturbate. "You know – just to get an idea of what he looks like."

"Okay. Come on."

Cautioning her again to be perfectly silent, Jessi led her friend to the door of the small guest bedroom. She listened at the door, put her finger to her lips, and opened the door as quietly as possible. Across the room, not very far from the open door, was the bed. Doug was sound asleep, on his back, with the covers bunched around his waist. His broad, hairy chest was bare, rising and falling slowly, and he had a hard-on in, his sleep.

"Oh – God!" Cybill hissed, jamming a finger deeply into her cunt. "He is big!"

Jessi grinned possessively. "I told you."