Jeremy Baker - The Harlot Seed

Chuck said, "He'll have to eat her cunt, too. My wife really digs doing sixty-nine. Has he ever gone down on you, Regina?"

"Yes," she said, "just once, and I had to practically force him into doing it for me then. But once he got going, Bill stopped being uptight about eating pussy and did a great job."

She fell quiet then, watching the tableau before them, seeing the attractive darkness of the other woman, the small and sexy body that was so determined to swing with her husband all night. Stella was busily kissing down Bill's belly, and he was arching his back, trembling visibly at her caresses. It wasn't until she had reached his pelvic area that she crawled around with the lower portion of her trimly rounded body and poised astraddle his head.

"There she goes," Chuck breathed. "I knew she couldn't just go down on him without getting in on the goodies herself."

There was an entirely different feel to it, Regina thought, lying there and being fucked by one man, while watching another woman kiss the shaft of her husband's cock. It was far more stimulating to see sex and to feel it at the same time, and when the watched sex was someone she loved, the sensations were heightened considerably.

She saw Stella's black-haired crotch, dripping from its fucking, lower to cover Bill's face, and a sharp stab of rapture flashed through her.

Her eyes were half-glazed, and she used them to see Stella's hungry mouth cover the head of Bill's cock. Stella's ivory cheeks dipped in as she sucked on the knob, and Bill's ass rolled against the carpet in a new ecstasy.

"They're sucking each other off," she murmured. "They fucked, and now they're eating each other." She gave a twist of her pelvis that made Chuck's slowly thrusting cock rub more violently against her sensitive clitoris.

"Beautiful," Chuck said, ramming his prick home a little harder, a little faster. "Never thought I'd get a kick out of seeing my wife's lips wrapped around another man's prick, but I do-I sure as hell do.

Look at her sucking him-look how he's eating up into her hot pussy!"

"Uh!" Regina grunted. "Oh-uh!" It was so good, so thrilling, knowing the slide of his prick in her pussy, watching his wife and her husband do a sixty-nine.

She fought to hold her eyes open, when they wanted so much to close in rapture, and she ground her pussy savagely onto Chuck's lunging cock while she pressed her tits hard into his chest, rubbing the nipples back and forth to further stimulate him, and herself.

It was wild and it was intense, and the orgasm burst madly within her vagina before she knew it was coming. Regina shuddered and heaved, snapping her cunt down on Chuck's pounding shaft as she came. It was terrific, a pinwheeling of hot flashes and a strobelight scattering of feelings both violent and tender. Her ass trembled, and she felt the gentle intrusion of Chuck's little finger, without remembering when he first started prodding softly at her asshole.

That tickled, too, and Regina bucked crazily in the throes of her climax, slammed her crotch against the pole that was fucking, fucking into her blazing cunt.

Chuck said aloud: "Oh! Oh baby-coming, coming-COMING!"

The come blew from the end of his imbedded cock, hissed hotly into the gulping of her hole, spewing its thick and creamy boiling liquid throughout her vagina. His balls jerked against the crack of her ass, and his fingertip slipped into the tight little ring itself.

Gasping, Regina dug her nails into his back and rotated her pelvis furiously against his hairy crotch. Then she sighed in completion, rocked gently with the subsiding waves of warm love that flooded her being. Her eyelids fluttered, and with an effort, she focused upon the two naked people in the other room.

She saw something different. She watched in amazement as Stella lifted her siphoning mouth from Bill's upright prick, just at the moment of ejaculation. Stella had fingers wrapped around the thick base of the cock, and was fondling it, but her mouth backed off at the very second he began to come. But she didn't lose a drop, Regina saw; she caught all the spurting white stuff as she would drink from a squirting fountain, letting it spit up into her open lips.

Her fingers played up and down his shaft, stimulating him to greater discharge, and Bill responded by gushing more hot juice into her mouth.

After the second pulsing of come, Stella lowered her mouth again, and Bill's cock all but vanished from sight.

Why, thought Regina, the other woman must have the head of that prick all the way in her throat. Stella's cheeks dipped hollowly again, and she was sucking, pulling, drawing, every single droplet of semen from the stiffly throbbing prickhead. She was good at sucking off a man, Regina saw; Stella was truly an expert, and one who obviously loved her work.

And her husband Bill-he was wiggling with happiness as she blew him, and as he worked her pussy like an orange, sucking and lapping avidly.

Stella groaned around his cock, and her trimly modeled ass heaved up and down. She was coming then, reaching a fantastic orgasm, her clit shivering and pulsating while Bill nipped it, rolled it between his teeth. Regina saw and felt it as if her husband were doing it to her, instead of to Stella Baker.

But she didn't begrudge Stella the ecstasy; she really didn't. She was thrilled that her husband could enjoy giving such pleasure to the lovely woman who had so marvelously reciprocated by sucking his prick.

They moved apart as she watched, Stella lifting, crawling aside on her hands and knees, Bill lying there relaxed and supine, his well-worked cock still stiffly erect, but drained of all semen for a while. His balls had turned out two huge loads of come in a short time; they must be working overtime now, catching up, replenishing the supply.

Stella crawled farther, came nearer, and Regina felt Chuck stiffen against her, felt his prick suddenly whip out of her snatch, and before she could do more than take a deep breath, her lover was gone, scared away by the approach of his wife. Regina came to a kneeling position, her tits jutting proudly out, Chuck's semen frothy upon her pubic hairs.

Stella stayed on all fours, her own fine tits hanging down. Through a curly tangle of black hair, her dark brown eyes peered at Regina.

"Thought I heard somebody in here. Chuck was with you?"

"Was," Regina answered. "He got frightened away."

"Tell him not to be scared," Stella breathed, coming up to her knees, staring sultry-eyed at Regina. "You're a beautiful woman; no wonder Chuck's attracted to you."

"You're lovely, too," Regina said. "Bill and Chuck both are very lucky guys."

Stella's smile was bright. "Regina-"

"In time," Regina said. "What we have to do now, is to get everybody together, and make this affair a real, swinging one. Don't you want it that way-all honest and above board, with the four of us screwing together, making love together?"

Stella nodded. "Of course, I do. I could go for that right now, but the men-" she turned her head. "Look! Bill has scooted off, too."

Regina held out a hand and the other woman took it. Together, they stood up, staring deeply into each other's eyes, possibly seeing into each other's souls. Regina said then, "It's a little late tonight, and the guys are probably pooped out. But tomorrow, if we can get rid of the kids-"

"Sure, Stella said, and stepped close, standing tiptoe so that her nipples could reach Regina's tits. A spark shot through Regina at the merest brushing of nipple to nipple, and she said huskily: I'd better go find Bill. You can talk to your husband."

"I will," Stella promised, and held up her lips to be kissed. Regina could not resist, even though she knew those same lips had just a moment ago sucked all the come from her own husband's prick. Stella's mouth was soft and knowing, filled with treasures and promises, and Regina realized only the hot whiplash of the other woman's delicate tongue before breaking away with a gasp.