Playmates

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The silence on the deck seemed to echo; even the night creatures fell still as the question/accusation hung between them in the air. In the waning light Vicky turned bright red and Alan went pale.

"You know?" was all Vicky could croak out.

"I stopped by the house early the day we took the kids," Lance admitted. "Silly me, I was trying to save Alan a trip. By the time I got there you were already dripping with cum; I thought you were about done, but actually, you were just beginning."

Vicky stared down at the bench, bracing herself for a verbal onslaught, but it never came. She looked up tentatively and was shocked to see Lance with his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly, teasing himself, with the unmistakably look of extreme arousal on his face.

"Yeah, Vicky sure looked like she liked fucking and being fucked by you two. I wonder if I'd like it as much?"

Regaining her composure, Vicky walked over to Alan. As soon as Lance had started speaking he turned away, ashamed and afraid. He tensed when she put her hands on his shoulders; he knew that if Lance wanted to kick his ass, there was nothing he could do, physically or morally, to stop him.

"He's got a point, Alan," Vicky said softly, bending low so that her breasts fell free of her blouse and dangled invitingly in front of him.

She saw the look of confusion replaced quickly with one of desire as they swayed sensually in the moonlight, her pale skin glowing slightly in the early evening. "You rammed that marvelous cock into me so hard I think I lost my mind; but even as sore as I was afterwards, every time I thought about it I started to drip."

A smile creased Claire's face as she realized where this was going. The stuff at their house really had been a fluke, but this, this was intentional, and it could be wild. Just thinking about the bulge in Lance's pants, about riding that stick, made her stomach flutter with nervous anticipation.

"What's fair is fair," she agreed as she stood up and crossed over to Lance, shedding her clothes silently as she did. In the cool night air her nipples stiffened, although in truth a lot of that was probably because she was so turned on. Her legs shook slightly as she straddled Lance's lap, letting his cock slip maddeningly through her legs and along her ass. She kissed him hard, covering his mouth with hers, grabbing his hands and pressing them to her body. He didn't need to be told twice; his hands explored her, massaging her back, her neck, reaching between them and finding her sex. So squealed as he worked a thick finger between her legs.

"No, not yet," she begged, sliding backwards and dropping to her knees.

She covered his long thin shaft with kisses, taking time to kiss and lick his low thick balls as well. She grew light headed as the musky smell of his crotch enveloped her face. Lance rocked slowly, enjoying the feel of Claire's lips and tongue moving along the soft pipe, taking the tip of his cock into her mouth. He was only about half as thick as Alan so she didn't have a problem, and once the head was inside she tickled it with her tongue, using one hand to hold the fleshy log steady and the other to cup and fondle his balls. He placed both hands on her head and held her still as he grew even harder, humping her face, trying to work his cock deeper into her warm, hungry mouth. She struggled to keep her mouth open and her jaw relaxed so that she could take as much as possible. By the time it was fully erect, she could not stay on her knees without risking it pulling free, so she stood/squatted to accommodate him. He was so big! Solidly 10", the thought of him fucking her both excited and terrified her. She didn't know if she'd be capable.

Over at the table, Alan had turned to watch the events unfold, half relieved, half jealous. He was still dressed, but Vicky had also stripped naked and was running her hands sensually over Alan's chest from behind as Claire and Lance got to know one another better.

"How does it feel watching her with another man?" she asked.

"It's driving me crazy watching another man touch her, but I want to see her try to ride that thing," he replied honestly.

She leaned over and kissed his neck. "I'm so wet watching that if I don't get some soon I'm going to fuck the broom."

She walked around and took a seat next to him, spread her legs and pushed a finger deep inside as she watched Claire suck her husband's cock. Her other hand, as if it had a mind of it's own, began playing absently with her nipples. Lance's face was awash with lust and desire, emotions Vicky hadn't seen since Terry was born. He was totally on fire. Climbing up on the table and sweeping everything onto the floor to make space, she resumed playing with herself. Only now, she was positioned so that her head hung over the side and she had to look at Lance and Claire upside down. It was awkward, but it was the only way she could think of that would allow her to watch them as she continued to pleasure herself. Alan, finally getting the hint, quickly got naked. Vicky felt his hands dig into the softness of her inner thigh and braced herself for the jolt she knew would come once Alan buried his face between her legs..

"Oh shit," she whispered raggedly as his hot tongue danced over the tight, wet mound.

Somewhere in the back of her mind a little voice screamed that this was crazy, that she was naked in plain view in her backyard with her friend's husband IN FRONT of her friend and HER husband, acting like a bitch in heat. But that voice didn't stand a chance, not between the alcohol and her skyrocketing level of arousal. She reached down and grabbed Alan's head, more to steady herself then to encourage him further, but that's the effect it had. Emboldened, he reached around and grabbed her ass, a cheek in each hand, and pulled her closer. He followed this by chewing on her clit making her wince even as the explosions started deep inside her. It was a lucky thing he had grabbed her, because otherwise she would have fallen off the table

Across the way, Lance drew his cock totally out of Claire's mouth and bent over, grabbing her elbow and urging her to her feet. When their faces were level he leaned forward and kissed her hard on the mouth. She returned the kiss, working her tongue between his lips so that he could taste himself. She was soaked; right now, if he'd told her to but on a collar and bark like a dog, she would. He broke the kiss and bent down, sucking a dark, pulsating nipple into his mouth, squeezing her ass roughly as he licked and teased it with her tongue. She reached down and moved one of his hands between her legs, working a finger back into her pussy.

"Oh Fuck," she sighed.

He gently coaxed her down on her knees in front of him, then pushed the chair back and joined her, manipulating her until she was on all fours. Her knees scraped the deck painfully but all she could concentrate on was the cock looming somewhere behind her. She felt his hands reach between her thighs and spread her. She moved her legs farther apart, trying to give him as much room as possible, genuinely frightened now that she knew that penetration was imminent. He pushed three muscular fingers into her pussy and worked them around, stretching her, coating them with her juice and using it to coat his cock. As soon as she felt his cock head brush her opening, she squeezed her eyes shut and braced for the invasion.

"Oh God," Claire gurgled. "Yes, yes I want you to fuck me."

On the table, Vicky finally found the strength to push Alan away. Momentarily confused, her intentions became obvious after she scurried off the table and motioned for him to take her place. When he was positioned so that he was sitting facing Claire and Lance, she stood on the bench and straddled him, letting her dripping pussy line up with wonderful cock. She reached under herself and guided it in, stopping as soon as the head was in. She still couldn't take it easily, but he was impatient. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her down onto him, and she saw flashes behind her eyes as pain/pleasure enveloped her body. The smell of sex now mixed with the smell of sweat and alcohol as she grew more aroused, aware that she probably shouldn't be doing this but too far gone to care. She felt all of the sexual frustration that she'd felt over the last few weeks and all she could think about was releasing. Her teeth chattered as she felt the base of his cock and his pelvis slam into her. She raised up, whimpering at the empty feeling, then dropped back down hard, in heaven. Alan reached from behind and pinched her nipples, causing her body to tingle all over.

Surprisingly, Lance was very gentle with Claire. He rubbed his cock head slowly along her slit, further coating it with her juice, for what seemed like forever.

"Please, please stop teasing me," she panted, seesawing between fear and desire. "I can't take it. I can't tell you how many times I've cum already!"

"Are you really sure you want me to fuck you?" he whispered in her ear, letting his cock slide along the crack of her ass and drawing out the word "fuck".

Claire felt Lance's head push asides the folds of her labia and wedge into her. It felt filling, but it didn't hurt, probably because Alan was so much thicker. Slowly, almost methodically, he moved deeper. She could feel it throb as it progressed, but Lance was taking his time. Even though Claire knew that he was barely in, she already felt like he'd soon be spilling out of her ears. As his cock buried farther, Lance was free to use his hands for other things. Placing one on each hip, he pulled Claire toward him until he'd worked about five inches in. She was panting again, mumbling under her breath about how big it was, and how she was cumming, and begging him not to stop. She'd cum when he first entered her, and continued to have short orgasms as he drilled down. He could tell when she was about to cum again whenever he felt the grip on his cock tighten like fist, holding him tightly as he pushed deeper. The action was intense enough that the sweat from his body dripped down and mixed with hers in a pool on her back.

As her next orgasm started he leaned forward, pressing more of his cock into her. Her head fell forward and she moaned deep and loud, as inch after incredible inch burrowed into what she felt was already a full and overflowing pussy. With one hand he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled, making her arch her back and press firmly against his hips.

"Huh, huh, huh, huh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned as he hit bottom. "Is it all the way in?" she whimpered.

In response, he pulled back out to about five inches and plunged in again, one hand holding her hip, the other firmly pulling her hair. She was literally being ridden like a pony, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Watching her husband made Vicky fuck Alan even harder. Under her Alan matched her enthusiasm, pumping in and out of her pussy as it continued to juice and make it easier for him to slide in and out. It would never be frictionless; he was way to big for that, but it went in as easy as could. She was starting to cramp from the incredible intensity, but that was a small price to pay for so great a pleasure. Alan's cock was so big, so thick, that it managed to brush every nerve ending, every sensitive spot, a thousand times over. She was afraid her heart might stop from the orgasm that was only seconds away. Her panting had turned to loud guttural moans. She really didn't care who heard her anymore as her orgasm started down in her toes and ran the length of her body. Almost imperceptibly she felt the cock buried in her thicken slightly, followed by a loud grunt and a hot stream splashed inside her. Mixed with her own lubrication it caused a slurping sound as Alan pumped her until his cock stopped twitching inside her. Unsteadily, she stood, Alan's cock leaving a gaping swollen cave in its wake as it slid free

Eager to play some part in her husband's orgasm, Vicky slid under Claire and began licking, alternating between Lance's cock and Claire's pussy. Still stretched from the punishment she'd just gotten, she felt Alan's cum dribble out of her swollen pussy and pool under her on the deck. Claire dropped down closer to Vicky's face so that she could tease her clit while Lance rammed his cock deep inside her. The dual sensation of hot, hungry lips and stiff, sliding cock was caused the most intense orgasm Claire had ever felt.

Trembling, she ground her pussy down on Vicky's face as Lance continued to pound into her, until her legs buckled from exhaustion. As her orgasm subsided, Lance pulled his cock out and pointed it toward his wife's face. Several streams sprayed in her face before she managed to swallow the head. The tangy-salty taste of pussy, cock and semen made her cum again as the rest of his load made it's way down her throat. Spent, Lance sat back on his haunches as surveyed the sexual carnage around him. "Shit," Alan muttered, his body splayed out across the top of the picnic table. "If the kids make any new friends, I'm going to have to start taking vitamins!"

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