Jeremy Baker - The Harlot Seed

Stella welcomed them effusively, as if they hadn't been around for months, wearing a pale grey gown touched with a vivid splash of red that set off her olive skin perfectly. It also called attention to the fact that she had a very shapely ass and tits that stood high without benefit of bra.

Putting her lips close to Regina's ear, Stella whispered, "Oh, I'm so excited. Do I look okay? Do you think he'll notice me?"

Regina said, "If he doesn't, he's blind. Hit him with a couple of doubles and you'll be on your way, darling. And good screwing."

"Oh!" Stella gasped, and skipped away, her cute little ass swinging.

Glancing suddenly at her husband, Regina saw his eyes following the motions. Good, she thought; Bill was interested, and they'd see to it he was more so as the evening wore on.

Chuck was a bit too proper, somewhat awkward around her, until Regina got an opportunity to whisper: "I'll fake an emergency with the lights at my place. You know how helpless Bill is with electricity, so that'll give us a chance to be together over there. I'm hot for you, darling."

They danced and drank, and danced some more. From the corner of her eye, Regina saw that Stella was really rubbing it into Bill, that he was trying to hold off, that his face was flushed and sweaty. She kept Chuck busy so he didn't notice.

When she pulled her lights-out routine and asked Chuck to come help, her own husband protested weakly, but she could tell he wasn't at all interested in going with them to "fix" things. He was too intrigued by the sudden attention Stella Baker was paying him, and Regina thought that Bill was also somehow hoping for a miracle that would carry her allure farther. Bill probably wasn't really believing that himself, but he was in for a severe shock, because his little hot dream would very soon be coming true.

Going across the back yard, she felt his hand cup one cheek of her ass, and Chuck said at her ear: "How'd you manage this? I know Stella is high, but what about Bill?"

"Let's not worry about him, darling," she said, letting them into the kitchen, but not turning on the light. She turned to him instead, pressing the length of her body against his and feeling the immediate rising of his prick between them.

"There's time," he said softly, fondling her tits, then dropping his hands to her buttocks so he could yank her hard to him while he ground his staff into her belly. "There's time, if we hurry."

She smiled in the darkness, kissed him and fed him her tongue, then pulled back to say: "Have you ever fucked a woman on her own kitchen table?"

"Damn," he whispered in awe. "You are something else, baby."

His strong hands caught her around her slim waist, and Regina was lifted to the table top, her legs going wide. She hiked her dress high, got it crumpled up past her hips and exposed the hairy mound of her pussy for his caressing hand.

In the dark, in the spicy, exciting dark, she kissed him savagely, biting at his lips and running her tongue all the way back to his throat. She thought of what must be already going on next door, of her husband and his wife in each other's arms. It was so thrilling, just the concept, the sneaky-inciting feeling of everybody taking something, of everyone receiving something, too.

Her cunt blazed, softened and turned juicy. She bucked it up against the heel of his hand, and his thumb rode along her labia, up to her pelvis. "Oh Chuck! Fuck me. Please hurry and fuck me, before I go right out of my mind."

"Yeah," he panted, "we have to hurry, in case they get suspicious over there. I'll just drop my pants and get my cock out of my shorts-ahh, Regina-your pussy is soft and warm. Your cunt hairs are tickling the head of my prick. Feel it there, darling-feel it?"

"Oh yes, yes. Shove it on in, Chuck-ease it up into my pussy. Oh yes-yes, that's it, baby! Yes, fine, fine-ahhh-"

She knew the glorious sensation of his entering knob, the spongy-hard pressure that separated her labia and forced the way for his shaft.

Regina lifted to the challenge, drew up her knees and brought her feet into contact with his back, then to the crack of his ass.

Digging in her heels, she drove him deeper into the wet grasping of her pussy. Chuck burrowed in until his balls came to rest against her slit, and immediately he began to stroke, to thrust back and forth into her vagina, stimulating her clitoris with every sensuous movement.

"Beautiful hard prick," she gasped. "Wonderful stiff cock. Feed it to me, Chuck. Screw me hard and mean; fuck me, oh-fuck me!"

He answered by stepping up his pace, by cramming his hard prick almost brutally home into her suctioning cunt. Pounding it deep, pulling back for another savage stroke, Chuck had his hands on her waist to keep her from sliding off the table as he fucked her.

Regina held to him by the shoulders, kissed him, tongued him, panted into his open mouth. Her heels helped him to rock in into her smoothly, kept him from backing his shaft too far out of her snatch. She rode the driving cock blissfully, twisted and turned upon the impaling length of it, took it far up into her vaginal cup and knew the bumping of its head against her womb.

It was good for her, highlighted by the stray thoughts that perhaps her husband was slamming his own hard prick into Chuck's lovely wife, just as she was coming on Chuck's cock. She hunched and shuddered, and was coming in ecstasy, moaning and clawing at his back while his prick continued to slam into her oily hot pussy.

Chuck came a few strokes later, and she wrapped her legs around the small of his back as he did, reveling in the hot gushing of his semen, in the splatter of the near-blistering come that inundated the walls of her vagina. Oh, how she loved to fuck this man, how she adored every small wiggle of his cock within her pussy, how she loved each quiver of his ass.

Slowly, her legs eased down, slipped off his hips and hung over the edge of her kitchen table. Incongruously she thought that breakfast here would never be the same again, that she would always remember the fucking that had happened on the table. How could corn flakes compare with that?

Chuck pulled his cock from the reluctant lips of her cunt, and some slippery liquids followed it outside to puddle in the crack of her ass.

He said, "That was great, darling-but we'd better hurry back to my house, before our spouses get all upset at us being gone so long. And by the way, what light was I supposed to have fixed?"

She climbed down from the table and made smoothing motions across her dress, wondering if any leaking semen would spot through, but then deciding that she didn't really give a damn. She wanted to wear the wet stain of his come as a badge of joy, as a proud sign of her happiness.

"You fixed the kitchen light," she said, "the one over the sink. But you know what? I don't think anyone is going to ask about lights. I have a pretty good idea that our loving spouses are doing just what we've been doing-loving."

Chuck stopped dead in his tracks. "What do you mean? You think that Stella-Stella-"

In the dark, she turned to him and found his face with both hands, found his stiff body with her own pliant one. "I know Stella is making it. If Bill isn't too chicken to let her seduce him, that is. I'm betting he isn't that scared, not with your wife pushing that gorgeous little body up to him the way she was doing, even before we left the party."

"Wait a minute," Chuck said. "My wife-"

"And Bill's wife," she reminded him. "Or would you rather give me up?"

"I didn't say-but I can't believe that Stella would make it with Bill-I mean, she's so withdrawn, so wrapped up in her kids-I-oh hell; I don't know what the hell I think!"

She took him by the hand, led him gently back out through the kitchen door. "Don't think, then-just react, darling. I don't know about you, but I know that I'm turned on by the idea. They'll make a lovely couple, fucking."