Chapter 1

Marcy Morris was looking forward to the naughty evening that she and her handsome husband, Jim, had planned. Marcy loved to fuck, and her husband loved to watch her get fucked, which was very convenient. Like Jack Spratt and his wife, licking the platter clean, she figured. They never had any trouble finding guys to fuck her, because Marcy had the face of an angel, the body of a porno queen and an insatiable sexual appetite.

She was truly spectacular... long, dark hair, flashing eyes, and a full, red, sensual mouth that looked just made for wrapping round a man's cock. Her breasts were firm and large, but somehow seemed as perfectly proportioned as the rest of her gorgeous body. She had long, tanned legs, a narrow waist, and an ass most men would gladly die for. Actually several had... but that's another story.

This particular evening, Jim had set it up for Marcy to get fucked by two of his friends and, naturally, Marcy was horny as could be at the very prospect. But she didn't want to fuck Jim or give herself a hand- job to relieve the pressure because, with two lovers to accommodate in a few hours, she figured it would be better for all concerned to let her cunt simmer with anticipation. Jim felt the same way. He had a gigantic hard-on stuffing the front of his trousers, but he didn't want to empty his balls until after he had watched Marcy get fucked.

Marcy was trying to watch television, but with her pussy smoldering and juicing merrily away, she couldn't get comfortable. Jim was squirming around as well, the front of his pants stretched taut with an almost painful erection. Marcy kept throwing glances at Jim's bulging crotch. The sight of her husband's obvious arousal made her pussy even hotter. She knew that it was going to be difficult to resist temptation, so she decided to take a walk to cool off.

Jim agreed it was a good idea, because he was having a hard time restraining himself from whipping his prick out and jumping his sexy young wife on the spot!

So, Marcy went for a stroll, with fascinating results...

Marcy was walking along the footpath through fairly heavy bushes and foliage, the gentle afternoon breeze doing very little to cool down the fires of passion that raged within her. As she passed a shady glen, shielded by the surrounding undergrowth, Marcy thought she heard a noise. She stopped and listened. The faint sound of voices filtered through the undergrowth. Suddenly, her horniness was overwhelmed by curiosity. Looking around to see if anyone was watching her, Marcy ducked into the bushes and peeked into the clearing.

Sitting on a bench in the middle of the clearing were a couple of teenagers, a girl and a boy. Marcy recognised them both. The girl was Tracy Jackson, a pretty little sixteen-year-old who lived a couple of doors down from Marcy. The boy was her boyfriend, Bobby Wilson.

Tracy was the classic 'blue-eyed blonde', a real little stunner. Marcy had seen her husband staring hungrily at the girl's long, tanned legs and surprisingly well-developed young tits several times now. She'd jabbed Jim viciously in the ribs and reminded him that the girl was only sixteen, to which he'd replied, "Old enough to bleed... old enough to breed!" Jim could be totally uncouth sometimes, thought Marcy as she turned her attention to Tracy's young male companion.

Bobby was a good-looking, dark-haired, athletic boy who lived a couple of streets away. He didn't have car yet, so he walked over to visit Tracy every day. To see them sitting together somewhere was such a common sight around the neighborhood, that Marcy was about to move off and continue her walk.

Then, just as she was about to turn away, Bobby put his arm around Tracy, and slid his hand down inside the girl's blouse. Marcy halted in her tracks and grinned. They obviously thought they were secluded enough to do some heavy petting.

Marcy knew that she should just move on quietly and leave them to it. But her horniness had not subsided and suddenly she had a kinky urge to spy on them. Although Marcy was the 'performer' and her husband was the 'voyeur' in their marital misbehavior, Marcy liked to peek a bit, herself.

The raven-haired beauty crept closer and stepped into the concealing shade of a large tree, excited by the idea of watching the two youngsters involved in their secretive sex-play.

It soon got more exciting.

Bobby opened Tracy's blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, and when her blouse fell open, she shrugged it back onto her slim shoulders and arched her supple back, thrusting her bare tits out. Her nipples were swollen and flushed, jutting out stiffly. The sight actually made Marcy's mouth water.

Although she was certainly not a fully-fledged lesbian, Marcy found that she loved variety and enjoyed fooling around with other women from time to time, especially if there was an audience of men watching.

Sexy little Tracy was turning her on a lot!

Bobby began to feel Tracy up with both hands, massaging her firm conical-shaped tits and pulling at the perky nipples. Tracy squirmed and wriggled, starting to pant. As Bobby kissed her on the lips, Marcy watched their tongues flashing sensuously back and forth. Then he dropped his head down and began to suck on her erect nipples, switching back and forth as he sucked each swollen pink bud in turn.

Marcy's lips and tongue were working automatically, as she emulated the young man's tit-sucking. She envied Tracy that attentive mouth just as she envied Bobby that succulent mouthful.

"Ohhhhh, mmmmmmmm!" Tracy moaned.

Bobby made moist, muffled sounds on her bare young tits as he drew the stiff nipples into his mouth, nibbling them with his lips. The blonde girl arched and stroked the back of his head as her boyfriend sucked her tits. Bobby slid his hand up Tracy's thigh and under her short skirt. Marcy wished he would remove that skirt. She wanted to see Tracy's pussy. But the kids were still in a semi-public place and evidently didn't dare to get fully disrobed. Marcy knew that it must be very frustrating for them. It was for her, as well.

Marcy was close enough now that she could hear every sound they made, close enough even to catch the odour of Tracy's horny young pussy as it heated up. Her nostrils flared. The cool afternoon breeze was wafting the fragrance of pussy-perfume to her as Tracy got hotter. Marcy breathed in the pungent fumes steaming from the girl's pussy, tantalizing herself.

Her tongue seemed to sizzle in her saliva as she inhaled that succulent, randy aroma and imagined what it would be like to go down on a girl as young as Tracy. The thought of tonguing her tight little teenaged cunt was making Marcy tremble.

Bobby was obviously finger-fucking Tracy up under her skirt now, and Marcy couldn't see the action. But she was willing to bet that the nubile young nymphette had a juicy pussy, just the sort that Marcy loved to lick.

"Ohhhh, Bobby! Keep it up! I'm gonna cum!" Tracy moaned.

Bobby's hand moved rhythmically between her parted thighs and he continued to suck on her tits as he brought her to the crest of her orgasm. Tracy seemed to vibrate like a tuning fork as she climaxed. Her nipples swelled between Bobby's lips and her cunt melted on his caressing hand.

It took her a long time to finish cumming. The sexy little sixteen- year-old had soared rapidly the peak and she held there, panting and moaning, as the waves of orgasm rushed across her belly and raced like high-voltage current up her trembling thighs, the waves coming faster and higher and merging into a tidal crest of passion.

The bouquet of her creaming cunt clung in the glen, cloying and mouth- watering. What a shame to waste a cunt-cum on a hand-job, Marcy thought. Tracy jerked, lifting her knees. Her short skirt slid high up her legs, and Marcy could see ribbons of creamy cunt-juice unwinding down the sleek flesh of her inner thighs.

The bench was getting slippery under the girl's ass as her pussy spilled and overflowed. Her hips were moving in a fucking motion as she ground her pussy on Bobby's hand. Her belly pumped and her pretty face twisted from side to side, eyes narrowed to slits, mouth slack and panting.

The hem of her skirt was up to her hips now, and Marcy sank down to her knees on the ground, so that she could see up Tracy's skirt. Tracy had obviously come to the park prepared to get finger- fucked, Marcy realized-because the naughty little minx wasn't wearing any panties!

Marcy could see just a hint of Tracy's pussy, just a shadowy glimpse in the darkness under her skirt. It was enough to make the woman's tongue tingle and her mouth fill up with saliva. Marcy was drooling almost as lavishly as Tracy was juicing off!

Tracy gave a soft, prolonged whimper as she surged to the highest peak of her orgasm, then she began to ebb. Bobby finger-fucked her down through the slow descent, working the final spasms from her creamy cunt. Drained, Tracy slumped back, a dreamy, blissful smile on her lovely face.

"Ummmmm... God, that was fantastic, Bobby!" she purred.

Bobby raised his head from her tits and drew his hand out from under her skirt. His fingers were dripping, and his palm held a pool of pussy-cum. It looked as if his hand had melted in the heat of her crotch. Marcy was dizzy with desire. She hoped there would be more to see.

And there was...

Bobby leaned back and they cuddled cheek to cheek for a moment.

"Do me, baby," he rasped.

Tracy reached down and cupped the swollen bulge of his hard-on through his tight jeans. Her fingers traced the fat outline of his cock and balls through the denim. His stiff young erection was jerking and twitching with arousal, threatening to burst right through the tightly-stretched crotch of his jeans. Where his cock-head was outlined prominently, a damp, sticky patch was spreading out, as his pre-cum seeped through the fabric. She cupped the bulge of his balls and fingered the flaring wedge of his cock-knob and traced her fingertips up the outline of his cock-shaft.

"Mmmmmmmm, yeahhhh! Take it out, babe" he urged.

The young blonde needed no coaxing. She unbuckled his belt and unsnapped the waistband of his jeans, then drew the zipper of his fly down slowly, inch by teasing inch. Marcy moaned. Bobby wasn't wearing any underwear either!

When the front of his jeans flipped open, his cock shot out like a rocket. Marcy gave a little gasp when she saw how well-hung the young teenager was. Her eyes were glued to his crotch and she gazed at the boy's huge, stiff cock with a hungry longing. Although she had enjoyed looking at Tracy's naked young cunt... what little she'd seen of it... Marcy's sexual preference was still predominantly for prick. And handsome young Bobby sure had a big one!

Although quite athletic-looking, Bobby was of slim build, but his erect prick looked incredibly huge, almost incongruously large for his slender young frame. It was quite long and very thick. Marcy found herself comparing it to Jim's cock, but even her well-endowed husband would have had trouble competing with Bobby.

Marcy was breathing deeply as the gamey scent of hot male genitals drifted to her nostrils. Tracy had drawn her hands away and she was leaning over her boyfriend's crotch, gazing at his hard-on, her blue eyes crossing as she concentrated on the bulging cock-knob. Marcy wondered if she was going to suck him off. She sure hoped so! How she longed to see the young girl's sensual mouth working on Bobby's man- sized prick.

But the kids were making out in a public park. And evidently Tracy didn't dare to get too involved, although from the hungry way she was staring at her boyfriend's prick, it seemed certain that she would have relished a mouthful of his hot cock-meat.

"Ohhhhh, come on! Jack me off, honey!" Bobby croaked.

Marcy sighed, realizing that she wasn't going to get to see a blow- job. Still, she could look on the bright side... a hand-job had its own attractions. If Tracy jerked him off, Marcy would get to see the boy's ejaculation, something she wouldn't have seen if he squirted his load down Tracy's throat. Still kneeling, Marcy fought against the urge to play with her own steamy pussy as she watched, fascinated, eager for the creamy conclusion.

"Jack me off on your tits, baby," Bobby groaned. "My fucking balls are so damn full, they ache!"

Tracy cupped the boy's balls in the palm of her left hand, jiggling the solid nut-sacs, lifting them slightly, as if judging the weight of his cum-load. She folded her right hand around his cock- shaft, at the top, and skinned down, baring his cock-head, making the fat, bloated tip flare out like the head of a hooded cobra about to strike.

Gooey pre-cum gushed from the slit and ran down his prick. The stuff looked thin and watery, compared to cum, but much more slippery. A pool of this cock-lube welled up on the web between Tracy's thumb and forefinger. She skimmed up, holding his cock lightly, her palm and encircling fingers barely brushing the thick shaft of his throbbing erection.