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Beth Ann Darrow took a very deep breath and pushed the doorbell. She still wasn't sure why she'd come to the Robertson house. Her body still tingled with the orgasms she'd had fucking Don Robertson in her own home, an hour and a half ago. The things she'd done! Her face reddened under her tan as she thought of how she'd responded!

She'd done things with Mr Robertson that she had never done with her own husband. She'd squeezed her tits together around his cock and let him fuck through them, straight into her open mouth. She'd licked the tip of his cock as it rammed toward her face, swallowed it on alternate thrusts. The meaty male taste of his cock, still coated with the overlay of juices he'd picked up while fucking her orgasmic pussy, had driven her mad.

She'd seized his prick, stuffed it into her mouth, and gobbled him until -until -oh, God, she was so ashamed of herself! -until he'd fired a thick hot stew of jism straight down her throat!

No one had ever done that to her before, not even her own husband. And she'd swallowed him dry, her hungry lips glued to Don's cock as it gushed and gushed and gushed. She could still taste his cum in her mouth, she still ached from the orgasms he'd fucked out of her.

But she couldn't conceal the truth. Don's wife had fucked Beth Ann's husband, and Beth Ann had to stand up for herself. She had to confront Sabra Robertson and tell the tall, elegant, rich bitch exactly what she thought of her!

She pressed the bell again. An electronic voice purred from a speaker above the door. Beth Ann looked up, blinking, startled at the sound.

"Yes?" the dulcet tones inquired. That voice could belong to no one but the elegant blonde Sabra.

"It's Beth Ann Darrow," she said, "and I have to talk to you, Mrs Robertson."

There was a little crackle on the intercom. "Come around the side of the house, through the door in the fence, darling. I'm out back, by the pool. You'll find me easily."

Beth Ann took a very deep breath and she started around the edge of the house.

She pushed the gate open and entered the patio. The gate, closing, made a noise, and a head peered around the edge of a big recliner. It was Sabra Robertson, blonde, sunglassed, and she smiled.

"Hello, darling," she told Beth Ann. "I'm over here."

Beth Ann went toward the chair, but as she took a step to her right, she could not keep from gasping aloud.

Mrs Robertson was stretched out totally naked in the afternoon sun, her body even more glorious and shapely nude than it was clothed. Her legs were thrown open, and between them lay a man, who was busily eating Sabra's pussy.

Beth Ann flushed, and she looked away, shocked that she was going to have to berate Sabra in front of Don. And then she looked back. The man scarfing Sabra's snatch was not Don Robertson.

"Hello," he said, looking up from Sabra's pussy. He picked a hair off his tongue and he smiled at Beth Ann. "You must be Mrs Darrow," he added. "I'm Milt Sherman." And he extended his hand.

Beth Ann tried to overlook the fact that he was also naked, and that his hard cock was sticking out, a long slim lance of prickmeat. She took a step back.

Milt Sherman -she knew the name. God, he was one of the city commissioners! And Sabra was fucking him as well as Paul? Oh, Jesus, poor Don! Did he know about this, too? It would kill him to find out!

"I-I--" Beth Ann stammered, wondering why she should be so embarrassed. At least she had her clothes on! She wasn't being adulterously eaten by one of Elmwood's dignitaries!

Milt Sherman shrugged, moved his face back into Sabra's cunt. He opened her pussy and worked his tongue up and down the exposed pink cleft as she began to sigh and purr in response.

"What can I do for you?" she asked, looking at Beth Ann and lifting her sunglasses. Her brown eyes sparkled provocatively, almost lewdly. Beth Ann shivered, realizing how it was that her husband might have forgotten himself and fallen under this woman's spell.

She was absolutely gorgeous, and soooo charged with sexuality! _If I were a man, I could go for her_, Beth Ann thought. And the idea gave her such a weird, crazy feeling, deep inside!

"You're being so selfish, Milt," Sabra smiled. "Why don't you offer our new friend Beth Ann some of that hard cock of yours? I'll bet she'd like to suck on it. Wouldn't you, darling?"

Beth Ann gasped, loudly. "No!" she said, a highpitched fluty whisper. "No no no!!!"

She knew she must go now, forget this crazy idea of bearding Sabra on her own turf, but she couldn't make her feet go into reverse. She just kept staring at Milt, who had interrupted his eating of Sabra's pussy once again, and at Sabra, who lay like a tanned goddess on the recliner.

"Why not?" Sabra asked. "My husband Don said you blew him like a dream, over at your house a little while ago. He loved your sucking so much he says he's not even going to wipe your lipstick off his cock, just so he can remember how delicious your mouth felt around him."

Beth Ann almost died on the spot. She turned, scarlet with shame. She knew she shouldn't have come over here, that it was a foolish idea, and now she had the proof.

Don had told Sabra everything! Damn him! She knew now in her very bones that Sabra had been aware of his visit -the bitch had probably planned the whole thing!

Beth Ann began to whimper like a beaten puppy. Her life was turning into shit even while it ticked away from her.

Hands touched her shoulders, and she looked up at the tall, naked Sabra. "It's all right," Sabra said gently. "It's all part of the game plan." And with that, she leaned down and kissed Beth Ann on the lips.

Beth Ann started, panicked, trying to break free, but either Sabra was unbelievably strong, or Beth Ann was unbelievably weak. The hands gripped on her shoulders and she couldn't move. The warm wet mouth pressed down upon hers, and she felt her lips opening to the licking caress of a slippery, provocative tongue.

"Oh," she said, as the tongue entered her mouth, and as it did, she knew it was all over for her.

Milt was behind her, his hands on her waist. She leaned back against him as Sabra continued to kiss her. Someone's hands cupped her tits, squeezing insistently, as if they meant to compress the life out of her.

She couldn't breathe, but the musky, fragrant scent of Sabra's mouth filled her own, seemed to envigorate her, almost like sucking on oxygen.

She felt her clothes being removed. She couldn't stop the process. Her shirt slid off, so did her jeans. The hands stroked soft cupcake tits whose nipples were hard against the lace of her camisole.

Another hand stroked through her crotch, rubbing static electricity into her cunt. She squirmed, aware that her cunt was beginning to leak juice, that the crotchpiece of her panties was growing moist, her pussy itching with a new and almost thrilling sensation of lustful arousal.

This isn't me, she said to herself, this isn't really happening to Beth Ann Darrow!

A finger pushed the crotch of her panties aside and came in to tickle at the puffy, bunlike mound of her cunt, and she knew that it was Sabra's long delicate finger and that yes, it was happening to her, to Beth Ann Darrow!

"So sweet," Sabra purred into Beth Ann's open mouth. "So fucking sweet. I knew you would be. Mmmm, I think I wanted to get my hands on you almost as much as I did that stud-hunk husband of yours..."

"No," Beth Ann whispered, "please don't," but Milt was easing down the straps of her camisole, loosening the laces, and her small round hard titties came thrusting out of the gapped garment. His hands covered them. They felt moist, warm. Steam seemed to arise from the surface of her tits.

She looked around. Thank God for the redwood fence that encircled the Robertson's backyard! She'd die if anyone should see her like this. It was at that moment that Sabra's finger inserted itself into Beth Ann's pussy. Her eyes enlarged, and she said, "Oh, God!"

"Indeed," whispered Sabra, "it's so tight, so hot, so juicy -Oh, God, what a pussy you have down there, Beth Ann! I wanna fuck it sooo bad!"

Her finger pushed deeper, and Beth Ann could feel the interior of her cunt growing moister, hotter. Sabra looked her in the eyes and she started moving her finger in and out of Beth Ann.

Behind her she could feel the stiff shaft of Milt Sherman's cock. It prodded her back, reminded her that he was aroused and hard. I'll have to fuck him, she thought, but the idea didn't seem as scary as it had a few minutes ago. Not with Sabra's finger already violating Beth Ann's pussy.

What would it hurt? she wondered. She'd fucked a stranger, little more than an hour ago. Now she was being attacked by two more strangers. A pattern seemed to be developing.

Milt took her hand, put it on his cock. She looked back over her shoulder at him. He wasn't at all the kind of man she'd ever been attracted to. He was old, for one thing -fifty, at least, though he was in pretty good shape for his age.

He was not at all handsome, but there was a gleam of erotic intrigue in his gray eyes that she found exciting and scary at the same time. And the long thin cock that she held in her fist throbbed and pulsated with heated energy.

He wasn't nearly as thick as Paul, let alone Sabra's huge-dicked husband, but she was sure she'd never had her hands on a harder cock in her life, and as she masturbated him, Beth Ann began to warm to the idea of what was so suddenly happening to her.

Sabra kissed her again. Beth Ann raised her other arm and put it around Sabra's neck, pulling the taller woman's face down closer. The finger continued to work in and out of her pussy, corkscrewing gently, coaxing more and more juicy moisture out of Beth Ann's cuntal walls.

"I feel soooo weird," the little brunette whispered into the mouth that dominated hers. "But it feels kinda good, too," and she giggled.

They led her to the recliner, where the last vestiges of her decency were taken away. Sabra stripped away her panties, left Beth Ann only in her slippers. Sabra eased the smaller woman onto the recliner and lay down beside her. They were both slim, there was plenty of room.

Sabra cupped one of her brown-nippled tits, eyed it appraisingly, then stuck out her tongue and lapped it across the nipple's point. "How about you?" she asked, offering the tit to Beth Ann. "Would you like a taste, too?"

Beth Ann had never ever done anything like this before, but the sight of little bubbles of Sabra's drool, clinging to the peaked brown point, excited her tremendously. She took hold of both tits, looked up at Sabra for reassurance. Her fingers melted into the doughy softness of the tits.

It was like holding a fleshy cloud. She jiggled them, and then she couldn't resist another second. She leaned in and let her own tongue glide where Sabra's had already gone.

The nipple was hot. She tasted it, and then she had to do more. She took it into her mouth and she began to suck on it, doing everything to Sabra's tit that she loved to have done to her own.

She felt the nipple harden in her mouth, stiffening even further, and she kept on sucking, until Sabra gently took hold of her head and pulled her over to the other breast. She looked at it, then she licked at it, and then she started to suck at it as well.

Sabra's own hands were on Beth Ann's small hard tits, and the little brunette could feel them growing hotter and harder the more they were fondled and stimulated.

She knew it was Milt's tongue that began to lick at her own pussy, and God, he had a master's touch! He aroused her clit, working his fingers up and down her crack, slipping them in for the most exciting quick penetrating plunges, and she writhed happily, thrusting her cunt back at him. Juice was oozing out of her crack, and his tongue lapped at the flow.

She could feel his cock, still rigid and exciting, brushing against her foot as he sucked her pussy. She slipped off her shoe and let her sole glide along the stiffened shaft, feeling his hot pulsating lifeforce.

Sabra worked her tits free, and she kissed Beth Ann again. Her mouth worked down the younger woman's body, straight toward the baby-pink nipple points. Beth Ann watched in awe as Sabra's tongue went to work on her titties.

"Oh, yes, suck me!" she moaned, as her tit vanished into Sabra's suddenly enormous mouth.

She felt the bite of teeth, the soothing caress of tongue, the suction of aroused jaws. Milt's finger was buried in her cunt, and his lips were glued to her clit. She was gonna fucking come!!!

"Switchies," Sabra giggled, tapping Milt on the bald spot at the crown of his head. He raised his face from Beth Ann's cunt. His mouth and Sabra's came together, a hot, tongue-swilling kiss, while Beth Ann watched in envy.

Then Sabra passed downward, her mouth replacing Milt's on Beth Ann's pussy. It was the first time she'd ever been licked by a woman, and it was soooo much different from having a man do it to her!

Sabra seemed to know instinctively every erogenous spot in Beth Ann's twat, and she moved her tongue from one to another without mercy. It was, Beth Ann realized, exactly the kind of licking she'd have given herself if she could only have doubled up in a knot and gotten her face into her own snatch. The orgasm was an imminent thing now, not just a possibility. She was definitely gonna fucking come!!!

Milt came up to the other end of the chair, and he leaned forward, his cock protruding about eight or nine inches from his crotch. The tip was small but blood-red, glistening with pre-cum. It pointed almost accusingly at Beth Ann, as if to ask, "What are you gonna do about me, baby?"

She looked at the winking, ooze-dripping slit, and without a second thought she took him in hand again and she leaned toward the point of his cock. Beth Ann closed her eyes dreamily and she began to lick him.

His prick throbbed to her touch, and she heard him moan at the gliding sweeps of her tongue. She licked every inch of his cock, using all the lessons she had absorbed an hour ago with Sabra's husband.

I must be really good at this, she told herself, and I had never suspected I even knew how!

Wouldn't Paul be surprised when she got him into bed tonight? She'd take that cock of his in her mouth and she'd suck the big hard fucker dry, by God! And then she'd mount him and swallow his prick with her pussy and she'd fuck the skin right off his dick!

Her pussy ached with anticipation, and she told herself, He'll never want to look at another woman again. He'll never need to look at another woman again.

But Sabra's tongue was doing cartwheels up and down Beth Ann's pussy, and her clit hammered like an anvil, and she asked herself if it was possible that _she_ might perhaps occasionally feel the need to look at another woman.

Sweet Jesus, the way Sabra ate pussy! I could get hooked on that tongue of hers, Beth Ann decided, opening her mouth and taking Milt's cock inside for the first time.

She tightened her lips around him once he was in, and she sucked up and down the shaft as it moved softly in and out of her orality. He didn't try to jam all of his prick down her throat, just gave it to her slowly, carefully, respecting her novice status.

It was Beth Ann who increased the depth of her suction, who began to feel a ravening hunger and a need to have more and more of this thin, hard rod inside her mouth. She gulped and swallowed a little more of Milt's prick, and she felt a burning thirst, a desire to know the hot excitement of his cum gushing into her gulping throat.

She couldn't begin to suck down all of his tool, so she did the next best thing. She fisted his cock base and started to work her hand up and down while she sucked at everything that she could swallow, and she grew so excited that she kept hitting herself in the lips with her shucking hand.

So who cared? Lips were for bruising, weren't they? Let Paul wonder where the black and blue marks had come from! She'd show him!

Sabra lapped at the pink bud of Beth Ann's clit. The little button throbbed and hummed excitedly, and it seemed to leap toward the blonde woman's mouth. She had two or three fingers working in and out of the sopping wet pussy.

From time to time she'd pull them out, lick the juices off, and thrust her tongue up the cunt to get another taste of Beth Ann's honeycum. The little brunette's body jerked and wriggled in delirium, and it was only a matter of seconds till she came.

"Do it," she gurgled around Milt's thrusting cock, "oh, do it to me, Sabra darling!"

Sabra lifted Beth Ann's hips from the recliner and nibbled at the cheeks of her ass. Beth Ann moaned around the cock in her mouth. Sabra pulled the cheeks apart and started to lick at the asshole itself.

God, that was so nasty! Beth Ann thought, giggling with the naughtiness of it. But it felt soooo fuckin' good, too! No one had ever stuck a tongue up her butt before. Not even Paul. She'd have slapped anyone who'd tried anything like that.

But all that was in another country, and besides, that wench was dead. It was a brand new Beth Ann Darrow who was sucking cock while she gleefully accepted the hot feminine licking of her pussy and her itchy asshole. When Sabra took the plunge and wriggled the tip of her tongue into Beth Ann's anus, the brunette sighed and moaned and almost swallowed all of Milt's cock, his balls, and her own fist where it was locked around the base of the older man's prick.

"Cute little asshole," Sabra whispered, butterflying it with her tongue. "Mmmmm, I bet Maggie's gonna cream her panties when she gets a look at this little rosebud shitter!"

Who was Maggie? Beth Ann wondered. Why would she get so excited about an asshole? Who fucking cared? She wanted that tongue back inside her rear opening, and she groaned soulfully, hoping to give Sabra the idea.

Sabra instead began to work the opening with her fingers, all wet and juicy from being buried in Beth Ann's cunny. They were slippery, slick, hot with lust.

Beth Ann hardly squirmed as they spread her anal opening, but her eyes rolled over in their sockets as one of the fingers popped her shitter and thrust wetly into the gap. "Oh, shit," she wailed, but it came out "Oh thit," thanks to the hard hot cock that anchored down her tongue. She was astonished to note that she had more than half of Milt's long tool inside her mouth. The tip was almost inside her throat!

She gulped in some air and attempted to take the rest of him, certain now that she could do it.

As it was, it was all for the best that she didn't try, because the middle finger that reamed her virgin ass was doing hot wild nasty things to her mind, and it got worse, by far, when Sabra brought her lips back to Beth Ann's clit.

She seized the little pink bud and started to suck it like a marrow bone, and Beth Ann just screamed and gushed, her cream oozing from the twitching mouth of her pussy.

Her throat opened as she screamed, and Milt's cock plunged into it, but then she clenched, and Milt got his cock out of her mouth just in time to keep it from being bitten in two.

"Oh, Jeeeeeeeeesus!" Beth Ann squealed, rocking on the recliner while Sabra doubleteamed her bottom holes.

She continued to work her fist on Milt's hard cock, but to her regret, in retrospect, she was hardly aware of the moment when his jism began to squirt from the tip of his prick, splattering her face and tits with the creamy excess of his orgasm. She was too wrapped up in the intensity of her own climax, bursting into Sabra Robertson's hungry face.

"I love you," she whined, as Sabra came crawling back up her body. The older blonde paid no attention. She held the sides of Beth Ann's face and her tongue began to lick up the spillage of jizz that Milt had poured onto Beth Ann's flesh. The tingling touch of Sabra's tongue almost rocked Beth Ann into another climax on the spot.

She held the other woman tightly, guiding Sabra's face to the splatters of cum that coated her face, her tits. Sabra siphoned up the sticky mess.

"God, I could live on cum," she said, at last, raising her head and looking into Beth Ann's pale blue eyes. "You wanna taste?" and she stuck out her tongue. It was thick with the white scum.

Beth Ann giggled, feeling very slutty, and she allowed Sabra to stick that tongue into her mouth and she sucked the excess sperm from it. She felt as if the sticky juice was glueing her lips to Sabra's, but then Milt's cock intruded itself into their kiss, and the meaty male taste opened her eyes widely.

She and Sabra shared the cock. It was little more than half-hard now, depleted by the force of the orgasm it had squirted onto Beth Ann's body, but as the two women nursed it, easing it back and forth from one mouth to the other, Beth Ann could taste the stiffness returning to Milt's flesh. She fed him into her mouth, eating the entirety of his semi-limp rod, and the growing hardness forced him deeper, deeper, into her orality.

"Mmmm, that's better," Sabra said, taking the cock from Beth Ann and feeding herself on it. Beth Ann watched in awe as Sabra swallowed the erect rod to the balls, working her face around and around at the base of Milt's pride.

She came up gasping, but she had proven her point. Beth Ann took the cock back and willed herself to do the same thing.

She gagged first, but no matter. Sabra could teach her how to do it. Right now, Milt was stiff, and that was what counted!

"I think I wanna get fucked," Beth Ann said. "Is that okay with everybody?"

"Why not?" Sabra asked. "You fucked my husband. You might as well fuck my friend, too. C'mon, Milt, give her a bite of that dick where she really needs it. Let me see you put it in her tight pink pussy."

He mounted Beth Ann, and she opened to him eagerly. He wasn't fast enough for her. She reached down and put his cock in her twat, and she screamed as he thrust hard and deep up her hole.

The tip of his long rod found the bottom of her cuntal tube and they ground together, each absorbing the hot excited feel of the other. She folded her arms and legs around his body and they began to fuck, humping like rabbits.

His cock slicked in and out. She was juicy with arousal, and although there was a natural friction from the snugness of her relatively unused cunt, it was a deliciously pleasant feeling.

The slight resistance of her pussy made his strokes all the more exciting and satisfying. He'd blasted out a big load, and he could fuck for an hour, now. That's what he told her, and Beth Ann was determined to hold him to his promise.

As it was, she came before he did. God, where were these fucking orgasms coming from? She didn't have them all that often, in the past, but today they were as common as lunatics at a Jerry Falwell rally.

Her pussy exploded, and she sucked Milt's rod up her hot, churning hole, riding beneath him until her body ached and she had to say, "Stop, please, lemme catch my breath..."

And with that, Sabra was waiting. First she bent down and sucked Milt's rod, where it glistened with the juices that had coated him while he fucked Beth Ann's oozing wet cunt. Beth Ann moaned as she watched her new friend go to town on Milt's hard dick.

She couldn't keep from reaching down to stroke and pet the raw-fucked labes of her cunt, the nubby button of her clit. Jesus, gimme a break! her clit seemed to whimper as she pinched it, but she showed no mercy whatever.

Sabra went onto her belly and Milt mounted her. He rubbed her with his cock, and Beth Ann leaned close, on tenterhooks of excitement. She'd never watched anyone else getting fucked in real life, though she'd seen some of this on the X-rated videos Paul sometimes brought home. They were nothing, next to the real thing.

She watched as Milt's cock slid through the crack of Sabra's cunt, gasped as it parted the slick wet labes, moaned as it sank into Sabra's hole, feeling the echoes of that thrust inside her own cunt. She had three fingers up her pussy now, reaming them in and out as she watched the fuck take place before her staring eyes.

Milt Sherman fucked hard, banging the crap out of Sabra. The hot blonde bitch was on a short leash at best, Beth Ann could tell.

Sabra was excited, too! Milt had fucked her for barely three or four minutes before she began to flop and jerk and moan under him, her body erupting into the same kind of orgasm she'd delivered on the home-made porno tape Don Robertson had screened for Beth Ann only this afternoon. There was no question of fakery. Beth Ann groaned, sharing the intensity of Sabra's come. Almost as if it were her own pussy exploding!

But Milt wasn't finished. He drew his cock out of Sabra's pussy, and he looked at Beth Ann with a wink. "Watch this," he said, and he guided his pussy-wet tool to the crack of Sabra's asshole.

While she continued to writhe and jerk, he struggled a moment, then slid his prick into the blonde's tiny, tight anus! Beth Ann screamed, clutching at her own ass. God, she could feel it, as if it were happening to her right now!

And in a sense it was. Her fingertip found her crack, toyed with it ruminatively as she watched, and then almost without knowing it she began to work the finger into her hole. She hadn't sealed up from the fingerplay Sabra had given her a few minutes ago, and there was a tummyclenching moment of resistance, but only a moment, and then Beth Ann felt her finger slide inside.

She jerked, almost tipped the recliner over, but she caught herself, and she moaned with excitement, doing the same thing to herself that Milt was doing to Sabra.

"I wanna try it," she said, grabbing his shoulder with her other hand. "I wanna feel your cock in my asshole!"

He looked down at her with gleaming, lustful eyes. "I was hoping you'd say that, Beth Ann," he told the excited young wife. "I was really hoping you'd say that ... "