Mark was thirsty, tired, hot and horny. He'd only made it halfway through his lengthy sales trip when his car's air conditioning conked out, leaving him feeling baked for three straight days as he called on clients. Now, pulling into his driveway, he could think only of the swimming pool in his neighbor's back yard and the open invitation he and his wife Joy had to use it anytime they wished. He could hear noises coming from the pool area as he neared the corner of his neighbor's house and figured Joy was already back there, sunning and swimming.
The thought brought a smile to the face of the 30-year-old minister and religious supply salesman. Joy was barely 20 years old, and Mark was grateful that Rod and Vivian -- their mid-40s neighbors -- had taken such an interest in her, always looking after her, inviting her over for swims and meals while Mark was on the road selling hymnals, choir robes and Bibles. He was home each weekend but spent most of the time working on his sermons or visiting members of the small church where he preached, so Joy frequently accompanied Rod and Vivian out to dinner or a movie. As far as Mark was concerned it was like the older couple had become Joy's surrogate parents, and he was very grateful for the way they took care of her, because his wife was so beautiful it would have given any man -- even a fine upstanding young pastor like Mark -- cause for worry. Joy was extremely petite, barely 5-feet tall and weighing perhaps 94 pounds at her heaviest, with an eye-popping 38-24-37 figure that never failed to catch eyes, her tiny frame accentuating her perfectly formed curves. She had thick, wildly curly brown hair that seemed to spill over her shoulders in all directions and a face so gorgeously young and sweetly pretty that she could only be described as angelic, with wide, soft brown eyes that could make her look so innocent she appeared much younger than her years.
He walked straight toward his neighbor's house after he got out of his car, figuring he would check on Joy before going in for his swim trunks. He could hear his wife and Rod talking as he neared the edge of his neighbor's house. He was just about to step around the corner and call out to them when Rod's words shocked him to a halt. "You hot ass little bitch, you know you want it, look at you, you were born to be a slut for big cocks."
Joy was giggling as her stunned husband peeped around the corner, further shocked by what he saw. Joy was wearing a white thong bikini that seemed two sizes too small, the top barely able to contain her big, firm tits, along with a pair of matching white heels that had to be at least four inches high. Rod, bare chested, was standing a few feet in front of her, rubbing a bulge in his damp swim trunks that Mark couldn't believe, feeling a twinge of envy at the size and girth of the older man's equipment. "I'm ready for an answer baby, you ready to slut that sexy young body for a big dicked stud of your own?"
Joy moaned softly, staring into Rod's face with a wild look in her soft brown eyes. Biting her lower lip nervously she nodded and undid her top, letting it drop carelessly to the ground. Both her tiny hands instantly started cupping and caressing her big, bare boobs, her nipples swelling and straining to hardness as her fingers brushed them with smooth, sensuous strokes. She stepped toward Rod until she was only a couple of feet away from him, still looking into his eyes, and hefted both her tits, cupping the big, firm globes from the bottom as if offering them to him. Mark couldn't believe it, amazed at how thick and hard her nipples already seemed to be as she smiled into the older man's face, their eyes still blazing lustfully into each other with a look that made the peeping husband envious, a look of pure sexual need in his curvy, petite young wife's eyes that he'd never enjoyed himself.
"So I can take that as a yes?" Rod asked huskily, his eyes finally leaving hers to stare openly at Joy's lewdly displayed tits, his hand going casually downward and again rubbing softly over the massive bulge straining inside his swim trunks, her gaze following his hand, her eyes widening at the sight of the huge outline of his cock, visibly moving down the leg of his shorts, the dampness of the thin, clinging fabric displaying it clearly. Mark felt another deep twinge of envy as he watched the slutty scene unfold.
With a smile Rod then moved to the stacked young wife, trembling slightly as she held out her big breasts in obvious offering, and his hands covered hers on the firm, smooth mounds, squeezing gently, fingers sliding between hers to caress the youthful, tender titflesh, finding her stiff nipples and flicking over them. With a soft moan Joy tilted her head back and Mark watched her receive the older man's kiss, gentle at first, lips rubbing and sucking softly at each other, then she moaned again as her lips parted, their tongues seeking each other wantonly, lewdly, lapping and licking for a long, erotic moment before Rod crushed his open mouth hard to hers. Mark watched, amazed by his wife's passion, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked their neighbor's tongue deeply, her big bare breasts mashed into his hairless chest. Rod cupped and caressed Joy's firm, curvy asscheeks as he tonguefucked her mouth wetly, demandingly, causing the petite young preacher's wife to whimper weakly, her hands slowly moving up his bare shoulders, caressing his flesh until her arms were wrapped around his neck.
Mark became aware of his growing erection for the first time as he watched Joy's arms tighten around Rod's neck, pressing his swampy, open mouth even tighter to her own, the two of them groaning lewdly amid the nasty slurping, smacking sounds of the sensuously sloppy suckkiss, streaks of saliva slowly slithering from their moaning mouths. One of Rod's hands found its way into Joy's thick, curly hair as the other remained on her ass, rubbing and squeezing firmly while he brought the long, passionate tonguekiss to an end, both of them panting deeply as they again stared meaningfully into each other's eyes, the curvaceous young wife's tiny hands gently caressing the older man's face. "I want it -- all of it, everything," Joy said softly, her fingers tracing the lines in Rod's face as she looked lovingly into his eyes. "I want to try everything we've been talking about."
Without a word Rod took her small hand in his much larger one and guided the visibly trembling young wife into the changing room, which was actually an Arabian-style tent rather than an actual building. Mark, the throbbing of his five-inch dick putting a delicious pain in his pants, scurried up to the changing room as soon as they were inside. Through the canvas tenting he could hear the two resuming the sucking and smacking sounds of another hot tonguekiss. He crept closer, easing his dick out of his pants, as Joy began to moan softly. "Oh god yes that's what I need Rod," Mark heard his wife groan as he moved the flap that served as the tent's entrance just enough to peer inside, his other hand starting to move slowly on his exposed dick, unable to do anything but admit to himself it was by far the sexiest sight he'd ever imagined.
Joy was on her knees in front of a hugely hung stud old enough to be her father, both her little hands jacking on the biggest, hardest cock Mark had ever seen in his life. He judged the gigantic joystick at roughly 10 inches, its girth as thick as his wife's wrists, topped by an even thicker uncircumcised head, glistening with cockleak, big bulging veins running up and down its length, growing fatter as Joy continued to jack it gently with both hands, staring up into the older man's face. Rod smiled down at the kneeling, panting wife as she stroked his massive fucktool reverently. "Show me you need it honey, prove it to me," he said firmly.
Joy groaned gently as she used both hands to guide the big, broad head of the magnificent cock to her mouth, her eyes slowly drooping shut as she slid the thick, sticky dickhead into her watering mouth, her moans throaty, muffled by the thick tip of manmeat. She sucked deeply, lovingly on the fat cockhead, her cheeks billowing, both hands still jacking slowly on the vein-lined shaft. Rod reached down and twisted his fingers into her thick mane of hair, guiding her as he too groaned deeply. "Yeah, that's it Joy baby, slick that big prick up good honey," the older man moaned, tugging at her hair.
Joy gurgled and gasped with a lewdness Mark would have never been able to imagine as she nursed and nuzzled on the tip of Rod's massive slab of manmeat. Her spit oozed down the fleshy column of his cock as she suckled loudly, her head steadily moving faster under her horse-hung lover's commanding hand, taking more and more of his huge hunk of cockmeat until at last she gagged, Rod allowing her to pull off his obscenely swollen fuck-pole. "Oh god, it's big, so fuckin' huge," gasped the panting, horny housewife.
