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1Carol tried not to sob too hard while she helped Greg pack for his trip. She tried not to let him know she was afraid to be left alone.Placing his comb and brush in the suitcase on the bed, she choked back a sob. It was the first time in their six months of marriage that he was leaving on a business trip. She had known when she married him that he'd be called upon to make such trips. Greg Spencer handled several large accounts for the firm he worked for in the city. On occasion he would have to zip out of town and visit the owners of the accounts to go over certain details that could best be handled personally.Greg, in the act of putting on his undershorts, having just come from a warm shower in the attached bathroom, joshed, "Whatcha sobbing about, honey? I'll only be gone a couple of days." He stuffed his half-hard cock into his shorts and reached for his undershirt.Carol, clad only in a see-through wrapper, handed him the shirt, then threw herself into his arms. She was sobbing openly now. "Don't leave me, dear. Call your boss. Tell him you're sick. That you can't make the trip.""Aw, hon, you know I can't do that." He stroked her shoulder. He adored his pretty young wife. He regretted the need for leaving, but knew he couldn't pull any tricks. Not if he expected to succeed with the firm. He liked his job.Lifting her chin, he stared deep into the troubled eyes. Pretty, hazel eyes, glistening with teardrops. He pressed his lips to her and smiled reassuringly. "I love you, hon."She snuggled into his embrace, tried forcing a smile. "I'm afraid to be left alone, dear." She felt his cock against her stomach. 'Patting her ass-cheeks, he reassured her. "There's nothing to be afraid of, hon. Just keep the door locked at night. And we do have a few friends since we moved in here. There's Sandra, Dawn and her husband, Harry. They seem like nice people. Visit them. Have 'em visit you. You'll be okay." He slid his fingers between her cute, out-thrust ass-cheeks and touched her pussy from the rear. "How 'bout one for the road, hon? That'll hold you until I get back." Reaching down he pulled his big, throbbing cock out for her appraisal. "How 'bout if I shove this bastard up your ass?"She gazed adoringly at the cock she loved. He was sure a heavy-hung guy, and horny. It seemed like his prick was always hard, or did she imagine it? Anyway, it sure didn't take it long to get hard once he had his mind set on the idea. She felt his fingers probing around her puckered ass-hole.She wrapped warm fingers around the warm cock, and felt it throb to even greater dimensions. Gently she jerked it, while slipping from her wrapper. She stood before him, fondling his huge cock with both hands. Greg was a handsome hunk of man. He was six feet tall and aged twenty-five. He weighed one hundred and eighty pounds. He was lithe, had long mod-cut blonde hair, sideburns, and impish blue eyes. He had a college degree in business administration, and a burning desire to succeed on his job.She knew she shouldn't bug him about going off on business. But she was genuinely scared. Not that she should be. They lived in this wonderful housing project.It was a much safer place to live than the nearby city. This area was a housewife's dream. Two-and three-bedroom all-electric homes, and a shopping center within easy walking distance. The condominium-type homes were built around a recreation complex which included a large swimming pool, tennis court, badminton, basketball, ping pong and a putting green. All the conveniences of a home, plus activities of interest to the young singles and young marrieds who lived there.Carol loved her two-bedroom home. She and Greg had moved in about six weeks ago and had a wonderful time furnishing it. He had a marvelous job, made plenty of money and had a sizeable bank account. She had quit her job as secretary when she married him. She was a full-time housewife.Carol was just past nineteen. She had light brown hair, hazel eyes, and she pushed the scales at a curvy one hundred and fifteen pounds on a luscious five-foot, six-inch physique. She was a high school graduate and had won her share of beauty contests, in addition to being the head majorette of her high school band during her school days.While toying with his cock, she stripped bare and thrust her solid, firmly rounded breasts outward. "How about sucking these, dear?"He grinned, moved forward and eagerly took one, then the other breast into his mouth. Expertly he worked out on the enormous breasts.Gently she brushed his long blonde hair with her hand while she fondled his big cock with the other. She felt herself heating up. She sure loved this big lug. This boy who had married her six months ago. She had come to him practically a virgin, having been tapped only three times previously. Now, at age nineteen, and at times, still a blushing bride, she had lost count of how many times Greg had shoved his prick into her cunt. She had become quite an expert in servicing this man she loved.She let him suck tit for awhile. She wiggled her enormous melons between his bobbing, eager mouth and continued to gently jerk his cock. She eased him toward the couch in the living room, and while he was still bobbing her apples, she turned on the hi-fi set. She liked music with her loving. Mood music. The shades in the room were drawn and the large living room was bathed in soft light that filtered in from the warm day.She eased him onto the couch until he was sitting on the edge of it, still suckling happily. Impulsively, and sobbing slightly, she squeezed his head against her breasts, wrapped hands around his head and murmured, "Greg! Greg! I love you so much. Please don't leave me!"Greg, fighting for air, between her solid breasts, pushed his face upward between the mounds. He frowned. The magic moment was departing. An expression of annoyance replaced the lust. "Knock it off, hon. You know I've gotta go on this trip!" His voice was sharp and tinged with annoyance. He'd thought this argument had been settled.Carol flushed and quickly recovered. She, had overplayed her hand. He wasn't about to be deterred. Not by all the weeping, or wailing she could muster. This was business. His job. That came first. She had to recapture the magic mood of love, but quick. Nodding and smiling, she kissed him on the lips. "I know, dear. I'm sorry I nag you about it. I'll be fine. Just you don't worry."While speaking, she eased her face downward, tongue extended between the words she was uttering. She licked his chin. She kissed his hairy chest. She nipped at his man-sized nipples. She tongued them. He liked that. She shoved her tongue into his belly button impishly.She pried his legs apart with her hands and eased him to the very edge of the couch. She ran her hands along his hairy thighs and hairy ass-cheeks. He had nice mats of light-colored blonde hair covering his wonderful body.Squatting before him with legs spread wide apart to give him a wondrous view of her tiny, brown-haired little slit between her creamy thighs, she worked out on him with her hot tongue.She peered impishly tit his throbbing cock which she was now holding firmly in her grasp with both hands and with plenty of room to spare. "My what a big prick you have, sir!""The better to fuck you with, little girl!" Forgotten was his moment of irritation as she got caught up in the love game. The soft music in the background, the soft girl squatting before him, fondling his cock and the way she stared at him with such love in her eyes turned him on. His cock surged powerfully in the grasp of her small hands."Gee, I don't know if my little cunt could take such a big bastard!" She pretended shock and awe.Reaching down, he grasped her by the ears. "Try it in your mouth for size, little girl," he suggested.She backed away in pretended horror. "Me? Suck that big thing! Ugh!" She snaked her tongue out and licked the huge, bulbous head. She tasted of the drops of cum oozing from the slit. "H'mm. That tastes good! Maybe I could just see if this big bastard will fit in my mouth."Opening her mouth wide, she allowed the big dong to slide down her throat. Expertly she sucked him off as she had done hundreds of times since their marriage. In. Out. The big cock slid down between her pretty, kissable lips. She eased her fingers down to feel of the hardening base of the cock and shoved it upward.She now had his entire, enormous cock rammed deeply and happily down her throat! He let her enjoy her cocksucking activities for a few minutes. He always got such a tremendous charge out of watching his cock slide in and out of his pretty wife's mouth. The sight turned him on like crazy. Often in the past it turned him on so much that he just let it stay there until her sucking produced the desired results.A mouthful of cum in her mouth. Cum which she eagerly and happily swallowed and kept sucking for more and more. He debated the thought of letting that happen this morning. She had him on the verge of cumming. A few more sucking strokes and he'd shoot his wad. But this wasn't what he wanted as a going away present. His glance strayed to her pulsating pussy. With every stroke of his cock into her mouth, she moved her ass and legs around. This caused her pussy to twitch. He could see the small slit, the clitty button, the tiny hole, the hairy covering and he was even getting a good view of her tiny, puckered ass-hole. An item he enjoyed plugging on special occasions.The sight of the pulsating pussy decided him. Gently he disengaged her cocksucking mouth from his throbbing rod. "Enough yet, you cocksucking bitch!" He held her head, with twitching mouth inches from his throbbing cock.Licking her chops, she eagerly exclaimed, "Aw, let me finish sucking it, dear. I almost got it cumming. I want some of your cream. Please?" She tried easing her mouth forward.Shaking his head negatively, he bent down, placed firm hands around her thighs close to her ass and easily lifted her up in his strong arms. Carrying his nude wife from the living room, he went back to their bedroom. Impishly he dumped her on the unmade bed. She bounced there in a sprawled heap. Her legs spread wide, on her back, hands at her side and a puzzled look on her face. The sudden change of mood had surprised her.Her surprise was short-lived. He quickly bounced on the bed. He knelt between her legs. He aimed his huge, well-sucked, throbbing cock forward and with a tremendous shove he entered her. Roughly and firmly."Ouch! Take it easy, you bastard!" she cried instinctively."Shut up, you slut!" he chortled, shoving his cock in and out hard. He bounced up and down on her enormous tits. "You filthy, fucking whore. You bitch! You slut! You big-cunted little girl. C'mon, move it! Move it!""like this, you horny bastard!" She quickly got into the mood. He was a man of many moods and she knew most of them. They played many love games. Games of pretend. Pretending she was a slut. He was a dirty old man. A young buck. A first timer. She knew his many moods.She loved his moods as long as she managed to get his cock in her somewhere. He was a great improviser. He could dream up many ways to pleasure his wife.In. Out. He pounded his big cock into her tiny cunt with predictable results. The deluge came. Time and again he filled her cavity with hot, gooey cum. She squealed, moaned and wiggled her ass while accepting his offering."I love you, dear! I love you," she moaned, sobbed and cried while getting creamed.Finally he ran out of both steam and cum. He flopped weakly onto his side. Smiling wanly, he patted her juicy cunt. "There, I guess that'll hold you 'til I get back, hon."She hugged him and kissed him. "Let's get it up again?" she whimpered happily, wrapping fingers around his soft, gooey, now limp rod.He eased her away and staggered from the bed. "Un-unh, hon. One more like that and I wouldn't be able to drive. Save it until I get back." Bending over, he kissed the cunt he'd just fucked.He then went into the bathroom to wash away the ravages and get dressed for his trip. While he was in the bedroom bathroom, she darted into the other one and also got dressed. She was ready for him when he emerged from the house and headed for his car. Fortunately they were a two-car family. She wouldn't be without transportation while he was gone. Not that she had planned on going anywhere in particular. Her parents lived about three hundred miles away and she wasn't about to visit them now.He put his suitcases in his car and climbed in behind the wheel. A handsome young businessman going off on a trip, leaving a lovely young wife behind.Forcing a big smile, she said, "Have a nice trip, dear."He nodded reassuringly. "Sure, hon, and don't you worry. And don't do anything I wouldn't do." He slipped her a big wink and gave her another goodbye kiss. A smile of understanding passed between them. They were so much in love. It was unthinkable that either would cheat on the other.She kept the brave smile on her face while standing in the driveway waving goodbye. She stood there until he turned the corner of their street and headed down the road leading to the highway.Then, re-entering the house, she sat at the kitchen table and poured herself a cup of coffee. She suddenly felt so all alone. Her eyes were filled with sadness. The next few days would be the longest ones of her life.2While Carol was standing in the driveway, kissing Greg goodbye and trying not to break down with sobs, an entirely different type of action was taking place in the house directly across from hers. This two-bedroom house belonged to Sandra Bently, a gay divorcee. Sandra, aged twenty-seven, was a beautiful, exotic ex-dancer. She had dark eyes, dark hair, and a lush five-foot-eight-inch physique. In her prime she was known as one of the best tassel twirlers in the business and she could make her enormous, solid breasts do tricks during a bump and grind routine that was a pleasure to see. She still took on occasional spots at local clubs, though she no longer needed money.Sandra's divorce from a wealthy realtor a year ago had left her with a huge lump sum payment, plus a monthly alimony check that was more than adequate to keep the wolf from her door.At the moment she was stark naked. She was kneeling on the couch in her living room, peering out her curtained window. She had her arms propped on the back of the sofa. A grin was on her pretty face. She said, a trifle enviously, "Now isn't that a touching scene. Wifey kissing hubby goodbye while he goes off on a trip." Her voice contained a note of sarcasm.Dawn Peters, also stark naked, squatted on the sofa beside her. Un-like the exotic dark-haired beauty, Dawn was mousy. She was twenty-five. She had brown hair, brown eyes, and she was five foot two. She had a somewhat scrawny shape. Her breasts were petite. At the moment she was gently stroking Sandra's out-thrust ass-cheeks. Ever so gently she massaged Sandra's big butt and toyed with the puckered ass-hole and also with the big, hairy cunt visible to her adoring glance. With each stroke of her fingers on her friend's soft sex, her desire grew.Dawn, a young married girl, was inclined to lesbianism. It was a weakness that was quickly discovered by Sandra shortly after Dawn and her husband moved into this area. Sandra, a nympho by nature, was a girl who also loved getting her cunt licked on occasion. She took advantage of Dawn's pussy-licking inclination and as a result had the girl under her domination.Dawn gently eased two fingers into Sandra's big ass-hole and reamed. She, too, stared out at the scene of Greg departing on his trip. "I think it's rather nice, seeing two people so much in love." She sighed. She recalled how her own husband, Harry had loved her so much when they were first married five years ago. It had been wild, exhilarating and wonderful those first few years. But with the passing of time, and the getting adjusted to each other, the love light had faded and the togetherness became a hollow sham. Fortunately, they had embarked on a new way of life that had allowed them both to satisfy inner cravings and still live together as man and wife."In love? Hah!" snorted the divorced Sandra. "Love is for the birds. Give 'em another six months, or a year, and they'll be cussing each other instead of kissing." Her voice contained the bitterness of a girl who'd been in and out of love many times and had been well bruised in the process.The girls watched until their lovely new neighbor sadly trudged back into her house. From their vantage point they could see that Carol was sobbing.Dawn felt like sobbing along with her. "I know just how she feels, or rather," she amended sadly, "I used to know exactly how she feels." It had been years since she'd cut loose with sobs over Harry's comings and goings. Lately he was away more than he was at home."You've been watching too many soap operas!" Sandra quipped. She flopped down on the couch, spread her legs wide and grinned impishly. "Now that Greg's gone for a few days, we'll put my plan into action."Dawn crouched on the floor in front of Sandra's outstretched legs. Holding her elbows on Sandra's knees, she inched fingers forward and toyed with Sandra's huge mat of dark, curly cunt hair. She touched Sandra's huge, well-used cunt. She always marveled that the girl had such a big crack. Sandra had mentioned several times during their love sessions that at one time she used to give exhibitions with a stallion. From the size of her cunt, Dawn could well believe her. This cunt had been well stretched by many cocks. But she still loved it. To her a cunt was a cunt.Dawn lowered her chin to one of Sandra's thighs and stared upward appealingly. "Do we have to get them involved? Why not let them alone? They seem so happy."A frown etched Sandra's pretty face. "You said you'd help me." Lewd glints came to her eyes. "I've been looking that Greg over. What a man." She rolled her eyes ceiling-ward. "I'll bet he's got a big cock. A regular horse cock. I'll bet it's even bigger'n your Harry's!" she taunted.Dawn flushed. "Is that all you ever think of? Cocks! Ugh."Sandra humped her pussy upward suggestively. "Yes, that's all I ever think of. Getting a nice big cock shoved up here instead of your filthy tongue, you dike!"Fear swept Dawn's eyes. "Don't get mad at me, darling!" She hastily groped forward, tongue hanging out. She got within smelling distance of the big cunt. Heat waves engulfed her."Get away from me, you filthy cunt-lapping bitch!" Sandra raised a foot, held it against the crouching girl's shoulder and gave a push.Dawn tumbled backward in a heap on the carpeted floor. She rolled around a big, trying to regain her balance. She crawled back to her friend, and sat forlornly on the floor. "I'm sorry, darling," she whimpered, looking at her angered friend.Sandra bent forward, eased her hand out and slapped her sharply on the cheek. Again and again, she slapped her. Hard, stinging slaps. "You filthy bitch! You cunt-lapping queer. Get out of my sight, I don't even want to look at you. Get out!" she screamed shrilly, pointing toward the door. "You don't have to go through with my plan. I'll get someone else!"Dawn put her hands to her face and sobbed. She continued to sit on the floor, weaving around and moaning. She rather enjoyed getting slapped around. Staring upward with big, mooning eyes, she whispered, "Please forgive me, darling. I said I'm sorry. I'll do what you want me to." She crawled forward. She pulled herself up Sandra's legs. She flopped face down on Sandra's lap, her butt sticking up. "You can spank me, darling," she breathed huskily. "I've been a bad girl. Spank me."Sandra, anger and disappointment riding high in her, stared at the cute bare behind directly in front of her. She was annoyed at this girl. There were times when Dawn irked her. She didn't like being cross. She had thought up a plan to annex the new young couple to her inner circle, and the success, or failure of the venture depended almost entirely on the cooperation of Dawn. Now the girl wanted to cop out.Raising her right hand, she brought it-down with a sharp slap on the small bare behind. Again and again she slapped the cute buttocks. The pinkish-white skin turned to rosy red from the force of the blows. Savagely she spanked Dawn."Take that, you filthy bitch! And that! And that...." She vented her rage, frustration and inner turmoil on the upturned ass.Dawn squirmed, moaned and thrashed around under the ass slapping. She winced and sobbed in pain. Exquisite pain. "Stop!" she sobbed. "Stop! It hurts! Ouch!" She winced, moaned and thrashed around as she offered her butt for more and more of the exquisite slapping, and the exciting pain.Sandra continued to rain blows on the squirming ass. Her hands ached from the stinging feel of flesh meeting flesh. Her frenzy began to ebb. The lustful madness began to fade. The sight of Dawn's raw, red ass sickened her. The moment of madness receded. She pushed the girl from her lap. In route to her falling on the floor, she gave her a hard slap on the face, and gave her a prodding kick with her bare foot to send her sprawling. "You filthy bitch!"Dawn smiled happily. She landed on her sore buttocks. She held her hands behind to steady herself. She stared lovingly at her tormentor.Crawling back to the girl who'd treated her so roughly, Dawn kissed Sandra's ankles, then her calves and worked her sucking mouth upward. During the tongue-licking process she peered upward, murmuring, "I love you, darling. I love you." She stroked her fingers along Sandra's inner thighs with loving, gentle touches. Sandra was flopped far back on the sofa, legs pushed away out in front of her, and both arms resting on the back of the couch. She stared bemusedly at the lovely little bitch who was pleasuring her.Curling her lips, she humped her pussy upward."No more mutiny in the ranks?""No. No. I promise. I'll do anything you want me to." Dawn paused with her mouth over the big, wide, hairy slit. Every fiber in her small body urged her to move forward and sink her face onto the stinking cunt. A well-used cunt that she adored, simply because it was a cunt. Her mouth watered. Her big brown eyes bugged wide as she stared at the gaping gash and got a whiff of the pussy odor. She trembled and heat waves swept through her.She noticed the way Sandra impishly squirmed her cunt around. Sandra fingered her Own pussy and eased the big vaginal lips aside. She teased the cuntlapper by toying with her own pussy. She knew this type of action drove her nuts.Dawn beat back the wild impulse to dip down and suck pussy. She knew from past experience that Sandra called the shots. That she couldn't commence with the sucking until Sandra said she was ready. She'd tried rushing things a few times before and Sandra had beat her to a pulp. There were times when the older girl could be downright mean.This was one of those times. Waving her tasty cunt in front of her face, yet not allowing her to eat it. She stared humbly up at the other girl, her eyes begging.Sandra stared down teasingly. "I don't know whether I'll let you suck me off, or not. You've been a naughty girl." She humped her pussy upward enticingly, letting the queer one get a good whiff, and knowing she wouldn't dare kiss it until she gave her the word. She had her little lesbian well trained. A situation that was to her liking.Sandra was sex personified. She lived for sex. Hardly a day went by that she didn't engage in some sort of sex action.She had been very excited when Carol and Greg Spencer had moved into the house across the street. She had instantly figured Greg as being a heavy-hung bastard. He was ever so handsome, and ever so young. She had quickly become acquainted with the new arrivals. At the swimming pool she had noticed the big bulge in the front of Greg's swim trunks. This confirmed her initial evaluation of the man. From the size of the bulge, it was apparent he had a big cock.In the ensuing weeks, her efforts to find out how heavy hung the guy was met with disappointment after disappointment. Greg and his lovely little bride just weren't falling for her invitations to lust. The housing complex was noted for being a swinging place. It was inhabited mostly by young couples and singles. Very few children were in evidence. Yet, despite all this, and despite her urgings and hinting, the Spencers managed to avoid the pitfalls she held out for them.They were friendly. They gathered around in the evenings and on weekends for the social activities. They were friendly, outgoing types and enjoyed the group get-togethers. But when Sandra tried to get them in a corner, or get them to talk about swapping,, or exchanging partners, the two lovebirds backed off. At one time, Greg, sensing what she was up to, flatly told her to knock it off and to stop hounding them about mate swapping. He mentioned that he and Carol, while they considered themselves modern in all respects, were not about to commit adultery.Now this golden opportunity was here. Greg was going off on a business trip for a few days, and leaving his blushing bride at home. Sandra almost licked her chops when she'd heard the news. Her agile brain started working immediately on a plan to take advantage of Greg's absence.He was the strong one of the happily married duo. The big decision maker. The hardhead. The guy with scruples. The young man who loved his young bride. The immovable object.Carol was the weak link in the duo. The soft one. The blushing bride. The one who could be worked on. The one who could be tricked into compliance. With this thought in mind, she had enlisted the aid of her best friend, Dawn Peters.She peered down at the little girl with tongue hanging out. She pitied the poor thing, yet she detested her, too. She was such a weak-willed girl, with her stupid hang-up. Cunt-lapping. Ugh! Sandra could never quite understand how a girl could bring herself to going down on another girl. She herself, was strictly hetero. A firm believer in boy-girl love.She did love getting her pussy licked by other girls, however. The act excited her. She had once tried sucking another girl off. The sucking had nauseated her. She hadn't tried it since. She smiled thinly and pushed Dawn away from her snatch. "Get dressed."