m-m-m-m cummmmmmiinnngg! I'm cumming! Now! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuggghhh!'
Watching it happen, his eyes glued to the two writhing women on the bed, Gene's cock leaped inside his pants. It took all of his will power to force himself to watch only. God! Cheryl's vocal affirmation of her complete satisfaction made him want to be a part of it. He wanted to slam his cock into her right then and bring her to a second roaring orgasm; however, some sixth sense told him that now was not the time. Wait! Damn it! Wait until it's over for both of them…! Then, by God, I'll get in on it!
Above her, Charlotte's cunt ground down against her face, and as from a great distance Cheryl heard Charlotte's plaintive cry, 'Oh, God, Cheryl! Keep on licking me…! Just a little more! I'm almost… ready to cum!'
As she was drifting off in a euphoria of sensual satisfaction, Cheryl realized dimly her woman-lover's plight. Ooooh! I can't let her not cum! Not now… after what she did for me! Her tongue lashed out to the other woman's throbbing clitoris to lick with renewed vigor even as her own gradually subsiding orgasm washed over and through her shimmeringly. She was sure at that moment that she had never experienced a more delightfully profound climax, brought on by what only a few minutes before she had denounced as dirty and obscene, wrong in every moral sense. Now she was not sure; she only knew that it had brought her pleasure beyond measure.
Then Charlotte was convulsing above her, her mouth opening wide, as she cried out her ecstasy. 'Oh! Ooooohhh! Ooohhh! It's almost here! I'm… almost… ready… to cum! Noooowww! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa uuuuuggghhhhh!'
Jim Harding's wife collapsed in a heap and rolled from her topmost position, instantly reversing herself to stretch out beside Cheryl. Reaching out, she clasped the young wife to her and kissed her gratefully. 'Oh, that was just lovely, Cheryl, darling! Just absolutely wild!'
Chokingly, her emotions still uncontrolled, Cheryl could only gasp in reply, 'I can't believe it! It… was completely out of this world!'
… Then, from the corner of her eye, Frank Paynter's wife caught sight of Gene Barber. He was undressing, already down to his shorts. As he stood up naked then, she saw the massively hardened erection lancing out from the hairiness of his loins, his balls swinging free beneath it and above his paunch hung down over his abdomen almost obscenely.
'Gene!' she gasped. 'What are you… doing here…?'
The rotund lawyer smiled amiably down at them, as Charlotte, too, turned to look at him. 'Watching you two get at it!' he told them. 'Wow! What a performance!' He came to the edge of the bed and eased his bulk onto it.
Charlotte knew his intention, the meaning of his presence, instantly, 'And, now you want to join the party, right?'
'Right!' he grinned. 'Any objection?'
Jim Harding's wife's eyes swept over him, and turning to her back, saw that he was watching Cheryl's horrified face. She found him not too repulsive. All he needs to do is take off about thirty pounds! Underneath the flab on his frame she recognized what was once an excellent body. He was just out of condition from sitting behind a desk, eating too many high-calorie foods and getting little or no exercise.
'I've no objection,' the black-haired beauty told him, smiling a little lewd smile. 'In face, I think it'd be kind of fun!' Her hand drifted over and went between his legs to grip the thick hard length of his wildly throbbing cock.
'But… I–I don't want to…' Cheryl began, objecting.
'Hush, darling,' Charlotte said. 'You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, but maybe you'd like to watch? Have you ever watched anybody fucking…?'
'N-No… no, I haven't…'
Gene's avid, brown eyes were devouring Cheryl; it was her he wanted… her he wanted to plunge his pulsing cock into and fuck half silly, but it was Charlotte who was offering herself… was ready and willing now. Cheryl's refusal stung him, and in view of his earlier actions with her, he didn't blame her. At least, now, he was trying to understand.
'Damn it, Cheryl, it's you I want to fuck!' he blurted. 'And, I can't blame you… for not wanting to… after what happened, but maybe you'll change your mind… later…'
'You've got me…' Charlotte reminded him. 'I'm still all hot and bothered, and I could cum, again… in just a little while…' She spread her thighs, her naked loins undulating up at him invitingly. 'So why don't you take me, first?'
'I won't change my mind!' Cheryl said adamantly, as she sat up and moved to the opposite edge of the bed.
She became a watcher then as Jim Harding's wife held her arms to the lawyer, and he came in between her willing thighs, the lance of his massive cock pressing lewdly into the still moist slit of her pussy to lie log-like hard against her still swollen clitoris.
He was kissing her then. Cheryl saw their mouths weld together in a moist open kiss, and she imagined the erotic things their tongues were doing deep inside. Gene's hands were caressing Charlotte's body, cupping the voluptuous fullness of a breast, his fingers rolling the pink nipple to spiky hardness while the areola puckered into a crinkle around its base.
Cheryl felt embarrassed, being there so close to them and watching every move they made. She remembered how she had felt the one time she had consented to go to a pornographic motion picture with Frank. She was embarrassed almost to tears with the display of nakedness and unbridled sex; although, she had known in advance that it would be like that. Her husband had refused to let her walk out, and she had sat through it, not really looking at the images on the screen. Ugh! It was just horrible!
But now there was a difference… a huge difference! Her body, so highly aroused just moments before, as she had soared to the stars with such delight, in an orgasm induced by Charlotte's tongue, was still on a high level of arousal, and as she watched the two naked bodies, writhing on the bed, she became aware that her own body was reacting: there was that beautifully delightful warmth glowing in her loins and the moisture that bedewed the petals of her inner lips told her that whether she wanted it or not, her body was preparing her for another sexual encounter. Oh, no! I–I really… don't want that!
She could have left the room. All she had to do was get up off the bed, throw on her clothing and leave… but she didn't! Almost hypnotically, she watched as Gene Barber began to slither down over Charlotte's body, his mouth kissing and sucking her soft, full breasts, one by one; then, he was moving on down, farther, until his mouth was on the other woman's heaving belly. Charlotte adjusted her thighs, spraying them obscenely wide and pulling them back hard against her chest to allow the lawyer full access to the feast of her vibrantly throbbing pussy.
Then, his mouth was there, his tongue shooting out to lick at the black-haired beauty's hardened clitoris. As Charlotte gasped convulsively with the erotic contact of tongue and clitoris, Cheryl, knowing now what the other woman was feeling, how delightful it was, felt a little left out. The needful throb of her own newly aroused pussy was like a forlorn cry in the darkness for help. Hardly knowing what she was doing, Cheryl reached her hand out to Charlotte's breast. Suddenly, she was kissing the other woman's breasts, sucking the still moist nipples, wetted by Gene's mouth, and she was moaning deep in her throat, attempting to stifle a passion within her that would not be contained. Then Charlotte's arms were around her, smoothing and caressing her, and she heard her murmur hoarsely into her ear, 'Honey… I know you're all hot, again! If you want too… you can come on up here… where I can get at you… and I'll lick your cunt for you… okay?'
Cheryl raised her head from the other woman's breast and looked up at her gratefully… 'At the same time as he's…?'
'Of course, darling! Come on! All you have to do is straddle my face… with your head towards the head of the bed!'
'… B-But… how about when Gene'll want to…?'
'Fuck me?' Charlotte finished for her. 'No problem!'
Hearing the moist, sucking and licking sounds of Gene's mouth on Charlotte's wetly flaring cunt and seeing the passion in the black-haired woman's face, Cheryl couldn't wait to be a part of it. God! How she wanted that blissful feeling again, the wonderful sensations charging like high-voltage electricity through her body to bring her to that exalted summit of sexual release. What's happening to me? I feel like I can't get enough of it! With nubile agility, she positioned herself expectantly over Charlotte's face. Then, as her hips gyrated down toward Jim's wife's sensuous lips, she looked down to see that pink, tongue snake out and up. 'OOOooooh!' she breathed, her gasp a long, drawn out ode to sensuality. 'That's good! It feels so good, Charlotte, darling! Do it! Lick me, good! Lick my…
