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CHAPTER THREE

It was true that both Sarah Lee and Ernie Roland were naughty, oversexed children, but they came by it honestly, via heredity.

Their parents were worse. Jack Roland was a satyr. Barbara Roland was a nymphomaniac. Together, like Jack Sprat and his wife, they managed to lick the platter clean.

It was, in its fashion, a good marriage. Both being oversexed, they were able to take care of each other proficiently and sufficiently.

Neither would have been well suited by a spouse with a normal sex drive, but both being oversexed, they were nicely coupled.

They also shared a liberal, free-thinking outlook on carnal affairs and thus infidelity was a part of their marriage – a part more exciting than annoying, providing a thrill without any bothersome recriminations. If jealousy arouse, it was only to the extent of providing a tingle of lust, playing the aphrodisiac rather than being a bone of contention.

They were partial to threesomes. Sometimes they took another girl to bed with them. At those times, Barbara manifested her sexual ambiguity by doing a bit of cunt sucking, which got Jack so excited that he threw a superfuck into the lucky third person.

And sometimes they took another man. That made Jack even hotter watching his beautiful wife get fucked by a stranger or gazing lovingly at her face as her mouth went up and down on a fat prick. When the cum spurted into her throat and bubbled, overflowing, from her sweet lips, he would pound his cock into Barbara with gusto.

They were in the mood for a threesome today.

But the presence of the children at home made that a touch-and-go proposition. They loved the kids and all that, but sometimes they wished that they could have the house to themselves so that they could fuck strangers whenever the opportunity arose, whenever a hot pussy or a stiff prick came upon the scene.

It was all right during the school terms, when the kids were gone all day. Jack was self-employed and could leave his office whenever he chose. It was amazing how many opportunities showed up at the door of a suburban home.

Barbara fucked and sucked gardeners, newspaper delivery boys, salesmen and plumbers. Sometimes when a likely fellow appeared, she would seduce him alone remembering all the juicy details so that she could tell her husband all about it when he got home. That never failed to inspire an enormous hard-on in the man.

And sometimes she would start the seduction, then ask the man to wait while she telephoned Jack. He would rush home to join in the fun and games, which usually made the third party a bit nervous at first. But that never lasted for long when he saw that Jack was enjoying it more than he was.

Other times, Jack might pick up a lewd lady during his lunch hour or at his office and bring her home, where both he and his wife could take turns pleasuring her.

Barbara loved to suck pussy – she loved anything and everything about sex. She loved it even more when her dear husband was watching and his big cock was starting to throb from the visual stimulation. She loved to watch that thick prick push into another woman's cunt, after her nimble tongue had made the slot juicy. She took great pleasure in licking Jack's balls while he fucked someone else, knowing that she would get plenty of fucking, in turn.

And they had discovered that most women, heterosexual or not, are more willing to eat a cunt when it is presented to them in the proper fashion.

So Jack and Barbara Roland were well suited for each other and had a happy, marriage.

Barbara looked a great deal like an older version of her daughter, the same blonde hair and big blue eyes and high cheekbones. Her tits were wide and more womanly and her ass was the same teardrop shape, larger but not too large. At thirty-eight years of age, she remained a doll.

Jack was forty, trim and fit, and his cock was a massive slab of meat. It was one of the things that had attracted Barbara to him in the first place. Jack didn't look much like their son, Ernie, but he did have that one crucial attribute – a huge cock.

The couple had met seventeen happy years ago at a gang-bang.

Jack had been one of the bangers and Barbara had been the bangee. It was during a drunken brawl at his fraternity house. One of his friends tad met Barbara somewhere and brought her back to the house where, in due course, she had put out for seven or eight of the lusty brotherhood.

Jack had been last in line. It hadn't been intended that way, and at least six more of the college boys were eagerly awaiting their turn between those shapely thighs. As soon as Barbara had gotten a look at Jack's monstrous cock, she last interest in the others. Jack fucked her once and politely moved aside for the next in line, but Barbara had hauled him back, sucked his cock up to a brand new erection, and fucked him again.

They worked so well together that they both knew they had met the right partner. Jack fucked her three times and got her telephone number before she left. When he phoned her the next day, she was surprised.

"I didn't expect you to call," she told him. "Most guys don't phone a girl after she's been gang-banged."

"Most guys are silly," he said.

He picked her up in his battered old car and they fucked and had dinner. And sucked and went to a movie. And fucked again. By the time the evening had drawn to a close, they realized that they were made for each other. A few weeks later he asked her to marry him, but Barbara had hesitated.

"I love you, Jack," she said. "But I have to be honest with you. I would never want to hurt you. And I don't think that I'd ever be happy with one man – even with a man with a wonderful prick like you."

He grinned.

"That's okay," he said.

Barbara had been amazed.

"You mean you wouldn't mind if I fucked other men after we were married?"

"Not at all," he assured her. "As long as you told me about it afterwards. It's not being unfaithful unless you deceive me."

"What a wonderful man you are."

"In fact," he said, grinning, gazing at her. "I'd love to watch you fuck other men."

"And you could fuck other girls, too," she said.

"Of course."

"Fair is fair."

"And we could share."

At that time, Barbara had never made love with another woman, but the moment he suggested it, her mouth began to water for the taste of pussy. She soon found out that it tasted every bit as delicious as she had hoped.

And so they had wed, the two children had come along and they had shared a wonderful sex life along the way. They found that they were satisfied with one another and therefore had no driving urge to bring strangers into their beds, and that worked out very nicely. They fucked other people when the situation arose, but felt no driving urge to go looking for those occasions, which made things nice and easy.

On this particular Saturday morning, however, Barbara was in a very horny mood. She had awakened before Jack. He was sleeping on his back and his cock was standing straight up, holding the sheet up like a tent. Barbara had smiled happily and slipped down to take that tasty prick into her mouth, sucking on it lazily and languidly. She expected Jack to wake up soon and fuck her.

But Jack slept on, moaning softly in his sleep.

It occurred to Barbara that she was probably causing him to enjoy a wet dream, and that thrilled her. She decided to suck him off.

She started sucking more vigorously then, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue sweeping back and forth against the underside of his swollen cockhead and thick stalk, her lips and cheeks pulling eagerly on his cock.

He cried out in his dream world.

His prick swelled so much that it filled her whole mouth, pushing her cheeks out on both sides and lodging in her gullet.

Barbara sucked away with enthusiasm, for she dearly loved a drink of jism and, soon enough, Jack's mighty cock exploded, filling her mouth with the precious juice of lust. She gulped it down joyfully and continued to work on him until she had emptied his balls and drained his cock to the bone.

Then he woke up. He was confused for a moment, and then he saw his cum smeared on her lips and, realizing that she had sucked him off as he slept, he had embraced her gratefully.

His cock, an ever-ready sort of tool, began to get hard and hot again.

But then the children had woke up and ruined the mood. Barbara was a noisy fuck, unable to do it in silence. They didn't think it would be proper to fuck up a storm while the kids were running about, able to hear the sounds of fucking coming from their parents' bedroom.

Jack promised to throw a long, lovely fuck into her as soon as they were alone.

Barbara enjoyed the pleasure of anticipating that, but she was already horny. Her lust had been greatly inspired by the cocksucking and cum drinking she had already enjoyed, and so her pleasure was modified by the urgency of her needs.

She was still horny when they went shopping. As she pushed the cart down the corridors of the supermarket, she felt as if her cunt was on fire between her legs. She could feel it glowing and hear it squish. Standing in line at the check-out counter, she brushed her lithe hip against Jack.

"I sure hope the kids have gone out," she whispered.

Jack realized how much his lovely wife needed some cock and he was still feeling loving and grateful toward her for giving him a blow job while he slept.

He said, "I'll tell you what, why don't we check into a motel for the afternoon?"

"Oh! What a good idea!"

"We can phone home and tell the brats that we got tied up somehow."

Barbara was beaming, her lovely face aglow with the joyful expectation of an afternoon of uninterrupted fucking.

They paid the bill and the girl packed the groceries into a cardboard box. A young man was waiting to carry the load out to the car. He was about eighteen years old, with sandy hair tall and slim and the bulge in the front of his tight jeans was quite apparent.

He went out ahead of them and Barbara gazed lustfully at his tight, trim ass and narrow hips. Jack noticed her interest and grinned.

"Fancy him, do you?" he asked. Barbara looked demure, lowering her eyelashes.

But she said, "He is adorable. I haven't fucked a boy that young in ages."

"Shall we?"

"Oh! Do you think we should?"

"Why not? You were so nice to me this morning, you deserve a treat."

"Oh, I'd love to. I really am so horny today. But suppose he doesn't want me?"

"Don't be absurd."

Barbara smiled. She knew full well that any man would want her. "But we can't just come right out and ask him if he'll fuck me, darling."

"Leave it to me," said her understanding husband.