Chapter 15

The man's well-used prick was lying limply across one thigh and he was flat on his back upon the couch when they entered the room - Eddie and Beth and Isobel. Grinning impishly, Linda was balanced upon a barstool, her lovely young legs crossed and a glow of satisfaction upon her saucy face, having accomplished her purpose in record time.

Clayton's eyes were closed, and he was in another world, since he had fucked two beautiful people within a matter of a few hectic minutes, one of them a mature and elegant woman, his wife's best friend; the other a hoydenish, wanton little girl. He had a right to be pooped, Eddie thought.

They gathered silently around him, then Eddie and his auntie backed off to give Isobel some room to operate. She sat down upon the couch, her naked hip brushing that of her husband. For some seconds, Clayton didn't open his eyes, but one hand curled around Isobel's lean, bare thigh, caressing it lightly and obviously thinking it belonged to Linda. Eddie wondered what the guy was thinking, but knew it didn't really matter.

Isobel said softly, "Clayton," and her husband's eyes popped open wide in recognition, in utter shock as he saw his own wife beside him.

"W-what - how did you recover so quickly? Now look, Isobel - don't get excited-"

"Oh, but I am excited," she purred, placing a hand upon his shrunken cock. "I've been excited ever since I saw you fucking Beth, and watching you put it to that darling little girl was icing on the cake."

Stiffly, Clayton said, "I don't understand. You watched us?"

His wife nodded. "And you surprised me, darling. I never thought you could be so horny. Don't get upset, we planned it, you know. Aren't you flattered to think that three women - and a beautiful boy - would plot to seduce you?"

For the first time, he seemed to notice that his wife was nude, and he said, "I don't know what the hell to think. You're naked, and Linda - migod! There's Beth and the kid, too!"

"Come on over to the bar and have a couple of drinks," she suggested. "You need strengthening, darling, because the night is young and so are we - younger than ever we imagined."

Clayton allowed himself to be led to the bar, his face going red because he wasn't used to moving bare-assed through a room full of equally naked people, and Eddie could almost see the guy's mind racing, trying to figure out what was going on, why his wife had given her consent for two other chicks to screw him, and openly.

Beth poured a double for Clayton and said, "It's simple, really. We needed another man, so all the strain wouldn't be on Eddie, although he's been handling it very well. And I have always been drawn to you, Clayton - though I was too stupid to admit it before. Since Eddie and his sister turned me on, I've developed a new outlook. Your lovely wife had, also; now Isobel realizes there's no need to sneak around for sex - for either of you, and I'm certain her feelings for you have been reawakened."

The man downed his drink and held out the glass for refilling. "It sounds like the script for an X-rated movie. But you're all too real."

"Take your time and catch your breath," Isobel said. "But meanwhile, I'll show you what we mean, because Eddie and I waited all through your performances, and now we're exceptionally hot to trot, as the saying goes. Or haven't you noticed how hard his prick is?"

Clayton simply gulped more whiskey, then turned his head to watch his wife lead Eddie over to the couch. Isobel said over one thin shoulder, "You really can't work up a legitimate jealousy, darling; not after screwing two women in a row, while I was supposed to be passed out upstairs. So just sit down and watch how sensual I can be, with this fantastically horny young boy."

She lay down on the couch and spread her long, tapering legs. Eddie could see the heavy dew already gathered in the black, curly hairs of her married pussy as he stood looking down upon her supine body. Isobel's dark nipples were gorged and standing erect stiffly, her rose and olive belly rolling suggestively as she felt with one hand for his prick. But she didn't take her eyes off her staring husband as she said, "Can you see it all clearly, Clayton? I don't want you to miss anything."

Eddie glanced at the man and saw him braced between Beth and Linda, sitting tensely upon a stool between the two naked women. Wordlessly, Clayton nodded an answer to his wife's question, and she tugged upon Eddie's prick, drawing him down to her waiting body. It was groovy to be climbing into the opened vee of her slender legs while her old man was watching, Eddie thought, and he made a slow, sensuous project of running his hands all over Isobel's arching frame.

Cupping her tits, he drew his fingers tenderly down the tremulous length of her body, lingering along the slim thighs and finally delving between them to caress the marvelous softness of Isobel's pubic mound, fingering lightly there and knowing that the woman's husband was watching every movement. Eddie really dug that, and he glanced often at Clayton Zachary to see how it was registering. He saw Linda patting the guy's knee, saw Beth's generous breast nudging Clayton's upper arm, and he thought the man's pecker was beginning to lengthen a bit.

"Come on, Eddie," Isobel panted, "I need to be fucked, baby. Steer that beautiful young prick up into my aching pussy; feed me your meat, darling."

Eddie cheerfully obeyed, crouching between her legs to guide his swollen cockhead down into her steaming vulva, feeling the tickle of her damp hair and the rising heat that escaped from Isobel's cunt lips. That pussy was always heavily oiled, he thought, and pushed the tip of his glans into the slippery labia, poising it there to be certain that the woman's husband saw it clearly. Then he shoved up and in, forcing the flanged head into the juicy pussy lips, sliding the rest of his stiff prick slowly inside the flowing vagina.

Isobel squirmed torridly upon his shaft as it burrowed deeply into the narrow, clinging length of her greased satin pussy, and called out to her staring husband: "Oohh, that's good! See how he's got it shoved home to the balls inside my cunt, Clayton. It feels marvelous, so hard and eager as it probes around in me. Eddie just loves my pussy, and he fucks me so well - ahh, so good - so fabulous."

Eddie looked back at Clayton as he pumped languorously back and forth into the suctioning wetness of Isobel's greedy cunt. "Your wife really has a tremendous pussy, Mr. Zachary. It's the juiciest one I ever screwed, always dripping inside, and her cunt kind of squeezes down on my cockhead whenever I shove it home like this. I dig the way she wiggles this tight ass, too; it makes her cunt circle around on my prick. She's a great fuck because she loves this hard meat so much."

Moaning, Isobel heaved against him and lifted her supple legs to twist them around the small of Eddie's back as she hiked her rolling ass. He said then, "My cock isn't long enough to reach bottom in your wife's cunt, you know. But she tries to make it touch her womb when she rolls back on her shoulders like this. Man - her legs are strong, and she's trying to pull me right down into her slippery snatch. Does she fuck you like this, too?"

"She - she used to," Clayton muttered, and now his cock was fully lifted, the head of it empurpled and gleaming. He climbed off the stool and walked jerkily toward them as they screwed on the couch. When he reached them, Clayton stared down hungrily at the way Eddie's lubricated shaft was moving in and out of his wife's boiling cunt lips; he seemed to be listening to the sloshy noises and to the wet slap of Eddie's balls into the hairy crack of Isobel's actively twisting ass.

Then Clayton put his hand on Eddie's ass, and shoved down, helping Eddie drive it farther into that gripping, surging pussy. "Fuck her, boy. Ram your young prick far up into my wife's cunt. Stick her deep and strong, boy - yeah, pound it to her and make her come. She loves your cock, Eddie - she loves to fuck, so fuck her, fuck her!"

The touch of his hand and the hoarseness of the man's voice turned Eddie on even more, and he could feel the buildup of great pressure inside his distended balls. It was freaky, to have Clayton Zachary push on his ass while he was fucking the guy's wife, while he was sledging his stiff prick into this juicy pussy that Clayton had screwed so many times.

Then Isobel cried out: "Oh lord, lord - I'm coming! Clayton - his hard prick is driving me insane, making my clit explode - I'm coming, Clayton - I'm coming on this boy's marvelous cock!"

She shivered up to him, her ass gyrating wildly and her hairy wet pelvis hammering into his crotch. Eddie fed her the meat savagely, twisting the cockhead deeply into the rippling vagina. Grunting, he said, "I'm coming, too. Oh man - my cockhead is jerking like it's going to blow off, and here comes my semen - now, now! It's spitting out of my prick and into your wife's hot pussy, Clayton. My come is jetting into your wife's beautiful wet cunt and she's wiggling it all around - oh wow - so hot and slippery - and my come is bubbling inside her, mixing with her cunt oils - ahh - ahh!"

It was one of the most tremendous orgasms Eddie had ever reached, spiced by the presence of her husband, and by talking to the man and telling him what was happening. He saw Clayton's prick throbbing above them and held his own cock deep until the first searing waves of Isobel's flaming passion began to subside. Then, as her long legs loosened around his body, Eddie moved back and snapped his cockhead from the grip of her fluid snatch, trailing a glistening path of sticky come down her thigh.

"Climb on her," Eddie said. "Get in between those limber legs and shove your own prick into your wife's pussy. Man, she's so hot, it'll blister you. Come on, Clayton - I'm getting out of the way so you can get into this cunt I just fucked. It's all slidy with my come, and you can pump into it."

The man was a robot, his arms and legs moving stiffly as he followed Eddie's directions and crawled between his wife's uplifted knees. She stared up at him, smiling lasciviously, and reached down to help her husband steer his pulsing glans into the dripping entrance to her freshly fucked pussy. Clayton trembled when his cock-head touched her frothy labia, and he suddenly slammed his prick home with a single, powerful shove.

"Here," Clayton grunted, "take my cock, you beautiful, hot- ass bitch. Ride my prick as you just rode the kid's rod. Ah, baby - you're all foamy inside - hot and slippery - uh - uh - uh!"

He pounded it to his wife, pile-driving his hard and eager shaft into the fluid depths of Isobel's shuddering cunt. She pitched wildly beneath him, stabbing her crotch up and wringing his sliding pole around inside her inflamed pussy, swiveling her sleek hips as she fucked him lasciviously, blindly, both of them caught up in the fiery heat of their renewed passions. Locking her lithe legs around the man, Isobel strained against his crotch, her belly jerking in uncontrollable spasms while he laid the meat to her, probably as he had never done before, through all their years of marriage.

She shrieked as she came, and tore at the couch with clawed fingernails, flinging her legs about as her pelvis blurred madly. Isobel was all over the man, biting at his chest and hooking her limber legs around to dig her heels into the crack of his driving ass. Then Eddie saw Clayton's sack convulse and strain upward; the man groaned and went stiff, burying his vibrating cockhead into the bubbling depths of her flexing cunt. He was pumping the hot juice into her vagina, Eddie knew, and wished that he could somehow see the ejaculation, watch the creamy leaping of the steamy fluid as it fountained into the woman's blazing snatch.

They collapsed then, folding into and around each other in a wondrous softness, an enchanted blending of flesh and fluids and minds that dissolved one into the other. Eddie thought that was probably the very best orgasm they had ever had together, Isobel just after she had been fucked by somebody else, and her husband, just after watching the screwing and hearing his erotic wife describe the feelings she got from another hard cock.

When he at last took his eyes from them, he saw that his sister and auntie had turned on to each other, aroused past waiting by the hectic screwing they had witnessed. They were balling at sixty-nine, their surging cunts jammed into each other's mouth, hunching away. Beth's ripe thighs were wrapped around Linda's brown head, and the girl's sleek legs were coiled around her aunt's golden tresses. For awhile, Eddie watched them making it and listened to them moaning, to the sounds of lapping as tongues worked happily into perfumed and soapy vaginas.