Share The Lust

CHAPTER ONE Tonight everyone was drinking more than they should. Tom's wife, red-haired Eloise, was almost reeling. Andy had sunk into a quiet, fuzzy euphoria. Tom was the complete host-charming, witty, putting everyone at their ease. "Hey, you're so quiet!" Eloise exclaimed thickly as she approached Andy's chair. She wore a dress that was cut low on her breasts. Those t**s were no match for Liz's-not as big nor as fully rounded, and undoubtedly not as firm. But then, Eloise was six or seven years older than Andy's wife, who was twenty-five. Andy was twenty-eight. "I'm enjoying myself, don't worry," he grinned up at his hostess. He had an easy-going charm. His face was longish, his eyes blue, his hair sand-colored. "Well, you don't look like it," Eloise chirped, and abruptly plumped herself down across his thighs. Without warning, he found himself staring close up at the quivering white flesh of her titty tops. "Hey..."he growled sexily. "Don't tell me I'm too heavy," she purred. "Don't be silly. You're light as a feather." She smiled and a lock of her flame-tinted hair fell close to his face. But he looked past it, into the valley of her breasts. So they weren't the best breasts in the world. They weren't the worst, either. And every man liked to have a change of playthings now and then. He glanced quickly at Tom and Liz. They were standing next to the bar, laughing and chatting. His arm remained around her waist, and he had drawn her a little closer to him so that their hips touched. Andy slid his arm casually around Eloise. "I like you, y'know that?" she breathed warmly. Their faces were very close now. Her green eyes were a little glassy from booze. "I like you, too, El." "Ever since you came t'work in Tom's office an' I first met you, I said t'myself ... tha's a real handsome guy ... I like 'im." Andy let himself say, "I like what I'm seeing right now." His eyes probed boldly into tittyville, caressing, silently expressing the wish that those titties were bare so he could pet and suck them. "Ha..." Eloise laughed throatily, and the loose flesh quivered. "Are you one'a those guys with a bosom fetish?" "I like bosoms," he admitted. "I knew that when I saw Liz for the firs' time." Eloise leaned closer and lowered the tone of her voice, but it remained very thick. "What'a beautiful set'a jugs she's got!" "Your jugs look very good to me," he said, and lifted his free hand to her throat where it lightly traced her flesh, moving suggestively toward her titties. "Oh," she breathed softly. He looked past her at Tom and Liz. They were facing each other now. Liz was drunker than Andy had thought. Her hair was a little loose; she was laughing too much and kind of leaning forward. Tom had a hand on her hip, almost as if to steady her. His eyes twinkled as they looked into hers. He was talking smoothly and at low volume-telling her a dirty story, Andy speculated. Tom loved dirty stories-the filthier, the better-and Andy had heard him spring some pretty raw ones in mixed company. The important thing to Andy, right now, was that neither Liz nor Tom was paying any attention to Eloise and himself. He let his fingertips glide down the slope of her breasts and lightly stroke across their soft tops. She writhed on his lap, her bottom springy, wide and warm. Andy's prick awakened. "Tom..." Liz said. "Oh, that set me on fire!" "You know, we're gonna have to cut this out," he said. "No. Please pet me some more." Her eyes were closed. She tilted her head back and arched herself like a pussycat wanting to be stroked. God, she was smashed! Andy thought. They didn't dare go any farther with Tom and Liz there. But he made a mental note to pursue the invitation later, under more discreet circumstances. He slid his hand from her waist to her rounded hip and gave it a pat. She wore no girdle. "Come on ... get up" he said. Her eyes flashed. "So you are tellin' me I'm too heavy!" "Unh-uh, honey," he murmured. "But hubby's right over there and so is my wife. Let's not be dumb." "Dumb ... slimumb. They don't care about us. Look." She turned to face them, and Andy realized with a shock that this whole thing had been pre-arranged between Eloise and Tom. A look passed between them, and Tom slid his hand from Liz' hip to her bottom. He petted the quivery, plump globes through her thin dress and thinner undies. She apparently didn't realize they were being observed. Or could it be that she was too drunk to care? Anyway, she moved closer to Tom, her eyelashes lowered, her face tilted up to his. He bent his head and turned it. Their mouths came together. They kissed long and, Andy suspected, deeply. "F'christ's sake..." he muttered aloud. "Y'see?" Eloise hissed softly, leaning down within kissing range. "They don't give a damn. Why should we?" Her orange-pink lips parted moistly ... succulently ... and her eyes were nearly closed. He felt her breath. Impulsively he tightened his grip around her back. Their mouths came together. Her tongue slid into his mouth, and her hand fell on top of his. She lifted that hand to her breasts. Andy's head began to swim. His c**k fattened up against her warm seat. He gripped a titty and squeezed it through her light bodice. s**t, he could scoop it out easily! Over by the bar, Tom drew his mouth from Liz and sighed appreciatively. "What a sweet, hot kiss!" he murmured in a husky voice. "Tom..." Liz said. "Oh, that set me on fire!" "I want to stoke that fire and turn it into a roaring inferno," he said, nuzzling her neck as their bodies ground together. He thrilled to the pressure of her firm, full t**s. Tom was tall and had retained his collegiate figure, though he was thirty-nine. His dark hair was touched with gray. His complexion was tanned. His eyes were brown and warm. He had marvelous hands, Liz discovered. On her ass-as one of them was right now-his touch set her to tingling and yearning wildly. It had been nearly . year since she had screwed anyone but Andy, and she was dying for a strange c**k. Tom had told her that his wife was going to flirt with Andy, and she had watched them surreptitiously, when Andy wasn't looking her way. Andy certainly seemed to be doing nothing to discourage Eloise's advances. Tom had also whispered that he might arrange it so that she and he could have some fun together, if the idea appealed to her. She hadn't agreed, but she hadn't slapped his face and stormed off; she had let him kiss her and feel her ass. Now he was kissing her again, his tongue giving her mouth a veritable screwing. She clung to him hungrily, her lips and teeth sucking at that tongue as her own tongue slid moistly against it. His hand was rubbing her ass cheeks up and down now, gently rolling and squeezing them. Oh, God, that was making her hot! What was she going to do...? As he pushed her body snugly against his, she could make out the configuration of his huge banana-c**k. It wasn't up, but it was thick and long and partially hard. Her p***y moistened in her fine nylon panties. It felt hot and it itched. But the whole thing was so insane-to think of screwing Tom and letting Andy screw Eloise! No! Jesus, no! They couldn't behave like that! But try to tell the Bairds. Right now, Eloise was writhing against Andy's hand which surrounded her clothed left breast. She murmured next to his ear, "Take it out ... oh, please take it out ... I want you t'play with it ... ! " He looked past her head to see Liz and Tom kissing. The old bastard was really rubbing up her butt now! All right, goddammit! Andy thought. If she was going to let another play with her that way, old Andy would have some fun, too! It wasn't as if they had never cheated on each other. Both had and both knew it. They just had never done anything like this together before. And after he had caught Liz with a man, almost a year ago, they had agreed that they would never screw around again. But look at her! Now Andy wondered if perhaps she had failed to keep her promise during the intervening period, as he. had failed to keep his. With his c**k straining hard against Eloise's bottom and their lips locked once more, tongues twisting, he deftly dug his hand inside the bodice of her dress, along her satiny soft titty-flesh. His fingertips crawled over a crinkly n****e and trapped the erect stud between them; he squeezed and felt her quake as her tongue went wild in his mouth. He pushed her dress down with the back of his hand and let her over-ripe titty pop out. They went on kissing avidly, breathing in irregular bursts through their noses, while he coddled the smooth bare tit in his palm, jiggling it gently, stroking it, rolling and pressing it, tickling the jutting n****e with his fingernails. Now Tom had both hands full of the springy cheeks of Liz's ass. It was so much firmer than his wife's, but wonderfully plump and pliant, too. His c**k stiffened more as he played with Liz through her clothes. It was straining against her belly now. His tongue was stroking so deeply into her mouth that it nearly entered her throat. She kept sucking and nibbling at it impulsively. Tom knew what that meant-she had a subconscious desire to suck his prick! Any woman who sucked a man's tongue persistently during a kiss wanted to take his c**k in her mouth and treat it the same way; he had read that somewhere a long time ago, and it had proved out. There were other cocksuckers who didn't give themselves away, however. Take Eloise, for instance. She enjoyed a big juicy d**k in her face, and she didn't much care whose d**k it was, especially when she was as smashed as she was tonight. Tom looked over Liz's shoulder at his wife and Andy. He was very pleased with what he saw-Andy had taken one of Ellie's t**s out and was kneading it as they kissed. It wouldn't be long before he would have the dress off her and she would be inside his pants. Then ... orgy! There would be no way to stop it. When that happened, he wanted it to be as much Andy's doing as his ... if possible, more so. So Tom held back, content for the moment to merely kiss Liz deeply and pet her bottom through her clothes. She was fighting against the wish to let him do what he wanted with her. She felt she should stop him. She had to stop him. But every nerve and fiber of her body responded positively to his caresses; she couldn't get one of them to obey her conscious will. She couldn't see Andy and Eloise now; Tom's head was in the way. But she'd heard no outcry of rage from her husband at the bold fondling which Tom was giving her ass. Was he so anxious to get into Eloise's pants that he would let his wife and Tom do anything together? It was a disquieting line of thought-almost as disquieting, in its way, as Tom's hand on her fanny or his tongue in her mouth. Liz didn't pursue the mental tangent very far, however. She couldn't think in a coherent, extended way right now. What was more, she didn't want to. She returned Tom's kissing more avidly than ever. The silken crotch of her panties grew damper. She felt the little lips of her p***y filling with blood, trying to flare out. They wanted a rod. Oh, how they wanted a big, stiff rod! "Take the other one out!" Eloise croaked at Andy's ear as she twisted on his lap, causing his hand to rub from her unclothed breast to her clothed one. "Play with 'em! Suck 'em!" He looked down at the one that was bare. It didn't have a hell of a lot of shape-not like Liz's which stuck out, big and full, even when unbrassiered. But it was voluptuously white and soft and had a nice little n****e which was more reddish than brown. Perhaps the florid coloration was mainly due to the fact that Andy had been pinching and twirling it for the last few minutes. It really stood out ... though it, also, was not as large as Liz's. "Come on, baby..." Eloise begged after casting a quick glance at Tom and Andy's wife. "Take out my other tit." Liz and Tom were kissing it up, hot and heavy. s**t! Andy thought. He grasped the right-hand side of Eloise's dress-top and jerked it down. Both her t**s stood bare and quivering before him. He pawed at the right one, then took it entirely in his hand like a fruit and gave it a twist, as if he were trying to pick the fruit from a bough. "Oooh," she smoldered. He ended the twisting motion by drawing his fingertips along the squidgy soft titty-flesh to the n****e, and he gave that little jigger a hard twist, pinching the half-erect shaft. He let the tit go and it bounced. The n****e was as hard as the other one now, but not yet as rosy. "Wanta take my dress off?" she murmured. Her lower lip pouted. Her eyes were half closed. "What about your husband?" Andy asked. "Screw him," she said. "He doesn't care what we do." Tom was watching the other pair as he continued to snuggle Liz and roll her gently against him. He watched Andy unzip Eloise's dress at the back and draw it away from her body. This is it, he thought ecstatically, and a lump formed in his throat. His c**k throbbed higher. He deftly whipped Liz's short skirt and shorter mini-slip up to the small of her back, and he wrapped his eager hands around the thinly-sheathed globes of her bottom. Liz's pants clung to them and were as sheer as a stocking. He caressed her ass all over and manipulated the plump mounds. "Oh, oh ... God! ... oh," she panted, writhing against his bristling belly and firm chest. Shooting a glance past Eloise as she helped him draw her dress away, Andy thrilled strangely at the sight of his wife's pantied bottom in Tom's squeezing hands. Liz's pants were a light, delicate pink and practically transparent. The crack of her ass was shockingly evident. White garter straps traveled down from underneath her panties to support her light-brown, short-welted hose. Between the stockings and the pants, her thighs were full and creamy smooth, without a trace of flab to them. Eloise didn't boast thighs like that, Andy would have bet. Hers were probably as squidgy as her t**s. He was about to confirm his expectation, for he was drawing her dress away as she lifted herself off his lap and twisted. She wore no slip. Her briefs were black and opaque, with black garters attached to them. Her stockings were dusky. Between the briefs and hose, her thighs were paler than Liz, not quite as ripe, and ... yes, they were a little flabby. But they weren't bad. Shit, they looked good to him right now, just as her t**s looked good, and just as her p***y would look good when he got to it. He wondered fleetingly if she had red hair on her cunt, then decided it was a foolish notion. The hair on her head was an obvious dye job. His hand fell to her hot crotch and she spread her thighs widely. He stroked her p***y through her satiny briefs. It was warm and, after a few moments, he felt moisture. What he didn't feel was a blanket of hair. Unless he missed his guess, her cunt was completely shaved! He had to see. Hooking two fingers around a leg band of her briefs, he pulled the crotch of the garment aside. Christ, there it was-pink and wet and pulsating with desire, the little lips flared open. And it was as hairless as a split peach. "You like it?" she purred thickly, still stroking his prick through his clothes. "I haven't seen a shaved one in a long time," he husked. "Tom-likes it that way. He doesn't like hairs in his teeth." She laughed and rocked forward, crushing Andy's head into her sweet-scented neck. He slid his face down to capture a thrusting crest of titty and, at the same time, slid his middle finger into her slick, open slit. "Oh, yes," she hissed. "Frig me! Frig me!" She clawed at his fly, caught the tab of his zipper, and worked it down. Her hand delved inside, gripped his stiff c**k and brought it out. In order to accomplish this, she had to slide to the very edge of his lap and spread her legs as much to the front as to the side. In avidly kissing Liz around the neck and throat, Tom had moved his head to the other side of hers, and she was able to glance Eloise's way. She gazed in shock at the woman's open cunt and Andy's pistoning finger at work at it. He was going to go all the way with her, Liz realized now. He wouldn't be able to stop. He was going to screw her right there! Well, if he was going to do that, Liz was going to let Tom screw her! She wanted it to happen. Why should she hold back? Feeling deliciously wanton, she ground her moist loins even harder against his bristling pants-front. He took the cue quickly and, as he continued to lick and nibble at her scented neck, slid a hand underneath the waist-elastic of her panties and down inside them on her satiny, plump butt-cheeks. His middle finger grooved itself between the warm mounds. It sought her little ass-hole, found it, and teased the delectable pucker. Liz gave out a low, anguished wail, then sobbed at his ear, "Take me! Oh, take me!" He let her go and her dress fell back. He moved quickly to his side, snatched three large pillows from a nearby sofa, and dropped them onto the floor. He turned to her as she stood wavering, her eyes closed, her head tilted back, her glossy black hair flowing like a mane. He found the zipper and pulled it all the way down. He worked the top of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms. The bodice came away from her lacy, peach-colored brassiere which was packed to the bursting point with her ripe, full t**s, and he pulled the dress all the way down her body. He dragged her half-slip with it, stripping her to pants, bra and stockings. Her curly black pubic hairs showed plainly through the front of the peach briefs, which clung to the plushy curve of her cunt. As Tom squatted in front of her to take the dress and slip off her legs-and as she stepped out of the garments-he noted the sopped condition of the crotch of her pants. The delightful scent of her arousal drifted to his nostrils, fresh and exhilarating to a cunt-loving male. He tossed her dress and slip aside. He straightened up. "Get down on the pillows," he husked. She took one final questioning look at Andy and Eloise, and what she saw resolved any smidgeon of doubt in her mind: Eloise was already on her back on the rug; Andy was poised above her on his knees, his prick standing out through the front of his clothes. He bent and began to kiss her stiff-nippled titties, and gripped his c**k hard, rolling back the foreskin off the plump, rosy head. God, have mercy on us! Liz silently implored as she sank to the floor, onto the pillows which Tom had provided ... .