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CHAPTER SEVEN

"God," Eileen said. She finished her drink. "Your tongue… Christ… it was fantastic!"

"I think you're trying too hard," Carol said, sensing Eileen's inner tension.

"Shit," Eileen said. "Not me. I'm having a ball. I just wish Hank was home so I could take him on again."

Carol giggled and polished off her drink. "He'd like that. Last night when he got home, he told me how great you were once you got over your shyness."

"How about Craig?" Eileen said, looking at Carol.

"He's like you, Eileen. He's playing at being a swinger. Neither of you is cut out for it."

It made her feel good inside hearing it, but she refused to admit it. "You're wrong." Her face was set into lines of determination. "I am a swinger."

"Okay, but don't say I didn't tell you." She reached over grabbed the phone and dialed her home number. Her face brightened. "Hank. I'm over at Eileen's. She's horny and anxious to wake it with you again." Before Hank got over his shock, Carol had hung up.

Carol turned to Eileen. "If I know Hank, he'll be here before you mix us another drink."

Eileen started to get up, but the doorbell stopped her. She giggled. "He must have run."

"Probably," Carol said. "I'll get it. Why don't you get into a sexy pose to surprise him?" Swinging her ass, Carol headed for the front door. "Maybe we'll be lucky and the two men you fucked today will be with him."

Eileen shuddered. Inside, deep in her gut, she knew Carol was right. But outwardly, as she struck an exotic pose, she was the picture of loose sexuality.

Hank, his arm around his wife's waist, came into the living room. He stopped. "Damn!"

"I told you," Carol said, but she stared too.

Eileen was straddling the arm of the couch. Her hips were dragging her cunt back and forth. A lewd, flushed expression was on her beautiful face. "Hi," she gasped. The material of the couch was scratching at her clit, sending her into spasms each time she lugged her cunt over it. "Ooooo, I'm creaming."

"She certainly seems to have changed," Hank said. He walked over, ogled her jiggling tits. "You're gorgeous."

Carol joined him, cupping one of Eileen's fleshy tits. "She's faking it," Carol said.

Hank grabbed her other tit and squeezed. "If she is, she's doing one helluva job." His cock was throbbing.

"I'm not faking it," Eileen gasped. "I'm creaming." She grabbed one of Hank's hands and pulled it down to her pussy. "Feel."

"Christ!" Hank's hand had slipped between Eileen's pussy and the arm of the couch. Cunt juice flowed over his fingers. "She's a fuckin' fountain."

Through glassy, violet eyes, Eileen stared at them both. She kept her feelings buried, allowing only her passion to bubble at the surface. "I'm always soaked."

Carol slipped her hand around and gouged in between Eileen's ass and the couch. Her fingers touched Hank's. "She is drenched. Finger her pussy, Hank. Let's give our friendly neighborhood nympho a double finger-fuck."

"I already had one," Eileen bragged. "His name was Ted." She squiggled on their fingers. "Ummmmm, feels good."

"Now you can be finger-fucked by us. We're more fun."

"I know," Eileen cooed. "So finger me."

"You heard the lady." Carol winked. "Give it to her, Hank."

Hank twisted his fingers. They slipped easily into the juicy slot of Eileen's gaping cunt.

"She's tight, Carol. Tight and wet."

"I know. I had my tongue up inside her hole." She leered at her husband. "Both holes."

Eileen was delirious. Having them talk about her and play with her was erotic, a real mind-bender. "My asshole, Carol. Finger my asshole!"

"Greedy isn't she?" Carol jabbed a finger into Eileen's asshole.

"Ahhhhh!" Eileen howled. "Oooo, God!"

She twisted on the arm of the couch. With Hank's fingers stretching her pussy and Carol's fingers stretching her ass, she was in bliss.

Hank mauled her tits with his free hand. His prick was ready to burst from his pants. He looked at his wife. "She doesn't feel like she's faking."

"She's not faking passion," Carol said. She twisted her fingers inside Eileen's asshole, making her howl. "Just misdirecting it."

"As long as it gets directed toward my cock," Hank said.

Eileen leered at Carol. "You're full of shit." Her violet eyes were on fire. She licked her lips. "I love what you two are doing."

Carol clawed her free hand over the jiggling flesh of Eileen's ass. "Shhhh. No more talk. Let's enjoy ourselves."

"Best idea yet," Eileen said drunkenly. She swayed, her holes stuffed with squiggly fingers.

"Ooooo," Eileen screeched, gouging her clit into Hank's hand. "Oooooo." She fell against Carol, getting a face full of tit.

"Chew 'em while we turn you on," Carol moaned.

Eileen chewed wetly and hungrily on Carol's tits. Leaning against Carol, she was free to use her hands. She reached for Hank's bulge and gasped as he stepped close enough for her to pull down his zipper.

"Take it out, Eileen." He mangled the flesh of her ripe tits. His eyes were fixed on Eileen's mouth as she devoured Carol's tits. "Damn!"

Eileen went insane. She jerked back against Carol's ass-jabbing fingers. She gobbled on Carol's tits, slobbering all over the creamy flesh. Her hands massaged Hank's hard-on as she humped his cunt-stabbing fingers.

"I think she's gonna cream," Carol sighed. "Christ. She's going crazy."

"I'm watching," Hank groaned. Eileen's hands were crushing his cock, making it ache. "She better do it soon, or my cock won't be worth a damn."

Eileen heard them talking. It was wild. She was truly a whore. It blew her mind.

Bucking on their invading fingers, Eileen creamed. "I'm cuming," she wailed. "I'm creaming all over!" Her words were muffled and garbled as she buried her face in Carol's tits.

Eileen bucked and twisted her hips. Her head snapped back. "Ahhhh, I'm…" She fell over, their fingers popping from her holes.

"Damn," Hank said. "She almost took my cock with her." He rubbed his sore, swollen prick.

Eileen writhed on the couch then fell to the floor, still writhing in ecstasy. Creaming like this had only heightened her lust. "I want more!" she screamed, staring up at her two neighbors. "I want more!"

Hank was pulling off his clothes. "We can't disappoint her." He winked at his naked wife. "What are good neighbors for?"

"I'm ready," Carol said as she dropped to the floor. "C'mon, Eileen. Let's share his cock for a while."

Eileen nodded and pulled her overheated body up. She stared at Hank's prick then sat on her knees. She grabbed Hank's cock. "I'll do better than I did last night." She gobbled it into her mouth.

Hank groaned as her teeth chomped hungrily on the thick, throbbing meat of his shaft. "You're biting it off."

Eileen ignored his howling protests. She had it all. His cockmeat crammed her throat, with his balls were against her chin. Cock hair tickled her nose.

"Hey!" Carol complained. "I want some of that too." She began chewing hungrily on Hank's hips. "C'mon, Eileen. Let me have a suck."

Eileen pulled her mouth off, nipping his shaft along the way. She giggled. "This is fun."

"I know it is." Carol moaned as she clamped her mouth to Hank's shaft.

Eileen's eyes sparkled. She did the same, chomping on the other side of Hank's shaft.

Hank roared as he stared down at his wife and neighbor. They were gobbling up and down the length of his long thick shaft. He felt their teeth and it was agony, but pleasurable agony. He jerked his hips, gliding his cock along their lips and over their teeth.

Eileen sucked and chewed, working her way from the base of his thick cock along the shaft to his bloated cockhead.

Carol had followed the same path up the other side of Hank's cock. When her lips touched Eileen's, they shared Hank's swollen cockhead. She hummed, her tongue active, tantalizing.

Eileen swooned. She sucked, enjoying both Hank's cock and Carol's lips. With Hank's cockhead between her lips and Carol's, she kissed the blonde, each swirling her tongue into the other's mouth and over Hank's prick.

Hank groaned. His balls were rumbling, swelling with hot, churning cum. "No more," he groaned, but no one was listening.

Eileen relinquished Hank's cockhead to Carol's eager lips. Using her anxious mouth, she twisted her head and chewed along the underside of his cock until she reached his balls. Cupping them, she soaked them in spit. She tried sucking them into her mouth but couldn't because Carol was in the way.

Hank's legs were weakening. The frantic attack of the women was taking its toll. "No more," he groaned. "Christ!" He jerked, banging the head of his cock against Carol's teeth.

Eileen moved around and began chewing on the cheeks of Hank's ass. She parted the tight cheeks and plunged her tongue into his ass. She reamed his ass, her nails clawing his ass and the back of his nut-sac.

Hank was trapped. He jabbed forward, plunging his cock into his wife's mouth. He jerked back, Eileen's tongue reamed his asshole. Back and forth his hips jerked. The attack on his cock and ass had him insane!

Carol gobbled and chewed roughly along Hank's shaft as he plowed it into her mouth. She sucked, clawing his muscled thighs. She chewed hard, whipping her tongue over his bloated cock head.

Hank reached the point of explosion and his face contorted in agony. He tried to stop, but their mouths wouldn't let him. He was at the peak and at their mercy.

Carol, her husband's cock buried in her throat, felt the erratic throbbing and knew what was going to happen. She pulled off, gasping and panting, stopping what would have been an explosive orgasm.

Eileen was too far gone to notice. She raked his ass with her nails, tonguing his asshole. Her hands scratched at his thighs and his heavy nut-sac.

Hank jerked back and moaned. "Christ! Her tongue is up my asshole." He looked down at his wife. "She's reaming me to death." He jerked forward, panting as he freed himself from Eileen's grasp.

Eileen, drunk with lust, fell forward. Sprawling out, she twisted onto her back, whimpering in agony. "Fuck me, Hank. Fuck me! I need it so bad!"

"Get on your knees," Hank said. "I had you on your back last night."

Moaning, deliriously hot, Eileen obeyed. She rolled over and scrambled up on her hands and knees. She wiggled her ass. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Hank dropped to his knees. His prick swung like a heavy pole between his legs. He fondled the cheeks of her ass, calming the churning cum in his balls. He didn't want to end it all in three strokes.

"Hurry, Hank. Christ! Stick it in." She turned her head. "Carol, watch me while Hank fucks me."

Carol crawled around and spread herself out on the floor. She leered into Eileen's flushed face. "How's this? If you get hungry you can eat me while I watch."

Eileen was delirious. She gasped. "Tell him to fuck me. I'm going crazy!"

Carol looked up at Hank. "Give it to her, Hank. Make her happy."

With his long bloated cock in his hand, Hank stroked it through the hot soupy slot of Eileen's pussy. He eased the head of his prick into the wet, steamy entrance. Hot cream coated his bloated cockhead.

"Unnnnn, God. A fuckin' oven!"

"All of it," Eileen wailed. "Stick it in me!" She shoved back, needing his prick to wipe her mind clear of her nagging doubts. "Fuck me, you bastard!"

Hank laughed and moved back, keeping Eileen from gobbling up his cock. "You'll get it," he taunted. "When I'm ready." He jabbed back the head of his cock. The scalding heat from her cunt reached into his balls.

Eileen's desperate eyes found Carol's smiling face. "Please, Carol. Make him fuck me."

"Kiss my pussy first." Carol parted the folds of her cunt, exposing the red gash. "Right there."

Like a slave, Eileen obeyed. She brought her mouth to Carol's pussy and while Hank tormented her pussy with the head of his prick, Eileen kissed and licked Carol's sopping-wet cunt.

"Oooo… mmmmm." Dreamy eyes found Carol's husband leering down at her. "Fuck her, Hank. Rip her fuckin' pussy apart."

Hank groaned. Watching Eileen obey like a slave enraged film further. His nuts felt as if they were on tire. He slammed hard into Eileen's pussy, burying his cock to the root. His groin smacked into the cheeks of her ass.

Eileen's head snapped up from Carol's pussy. "Aghhhh," she screamed, her voice filling the room. "Ahhhh, Hank! Pump! Pump!"

Hank wasn't moving. He remained buried deep, his groin flush with her ass. He felt the twitching muscles of her cunt attacking his shaft. He fought the urge to pound her.

Like an animal, Eileen gobbled up Carol's pussy. She used her teeth, torturing the blonde until she screamed out in pain.

Bringing her juice-drenched face from Carol's pussy, she turned to face Hank. "Fuck me, or I'll bite Carol's cunt until she faints."

The threat didn't mean a thing. "Go ahead." He twisted his cock inside Eileen's pussy. "I enjoy seeing Carol in pain."

"You bastard," Carol giggled. "I'll remember that." She looked at Eileen. "You like being tortured?"

Only gurgling noises came from Eileen's mouth. She rotated her hips and used the spongy muscles of her cunt to attack Hank's shaft, hoping it would get him to pound her into creaming. It didn't work. Pleading eyes found Carol.

"Please. I need it. I need to be fucked."

Eileen stared first at Carol then Hank. They were driving her mad – it was heaven! She attacked Carol's pussy, chewing it until Carol screamed out in pain. She jerked her ass back and forth, but Hank moved with her. It was useless. She was their slave and there was nothing she could do about it.

Hank pawed the soft flesh of her ass. "Relax." He eased back, fighting the muscles in her cunt until only the head was buried.

"Nooooo," Eileen cried out as her head came out of Carol's pussy. "Put it back. Fuck me!" She was delirious.

"When I'm ready." He kneaded the cheeks of her ass and followed the flare of her hips, up her slender back, and found his wife's smiling face leering up from the floor.

Carol moaned. "How long do we torture her?"

Hank parted the cheeks of Eileen's ass. He slammed back, driving Eileen forward. "Forever."

"No… no… no," Eileen shouted. She began to whimper, tier body on fire, her pussy stuffed with throbbing cockmeat. "No more torture." She rocked on her hands and knees, her huge tits hanging like weights of jiggling flesh. "Fuck me!"

Hank eased back again, feeding on Eileen's agonizing cries. He lunged forward, drilling his prick in to the root. He repeated it.

"Faster, Hank. Jesus Christ. Fuck me!"

She was thrashing on her hands and knees. Rocking back and forth, she drooled, slobber dribbling from her open mouth.

Hank picked up speed. His prick, swollen with blood, jabbed into her frothy cunt. Hard, quick lightning stabs had his balls slapping against Eileen's quivering flesh. He groaned, looking into his wife's face as he pounded Eileen's pussy.

"I'm getting close," he panted.

Lights flashed behind Eileen's eyes. Her nipples swelled. "Unnn," she moaned, reveling in each hard-driving punch of Hank's prick.

"He's fucking me," she gurgled, staring wild-eyed at Carol, "He's fucking me!"

Carol squirmed on the floor. "Cum, fuckers. Let me watch you cream. Cum! Cum! Cum!"

Eileen heard Carol's chanting voice and it echoed in her head. Her eyes popped. "Here I… cum! I'm cuming!" Her orgasm racked her body. Cum gushed from her spongy walls, soaking Hank's jabbing cock.

Hank slammed into her. His prick swelled to the point of busting. His nuts churned, erupted. "Me too!" he roared, his deep voice blending with Eileen's. "Me too!" Hank's hips became pistons, driving his prick deep with each hard fast lunge.

"He's creaming me," Eileen squealed. "He's miming!" Each load of jizz squirted into her pussy was welcomed. She felt his squirts and wallowed in them. "We're cuming, Carol! Watch!"

Carol was watching. The sight of her husband and Eileen creaming sent hot, tingling orgasms through her pussy. She humped, pretending a prick was buried in her hole.

Eileen wailed. "More, Hank. Ooooo!" She snapped her head back and saw the mask of lust on his face. She turned and saw Carol's contorted expressions. Her black hair slashed over her face and sweat broke out on her forehead. "Keep fucking me!"

Hot wads of stringy cum spurted from Hank's pisser. The shooting load greased her pussy and mixed with Eileen's hot cream. He pawed her hips and plundered her pussy with each spurting slam.

Eileen's arms buckled under the pounding barrage of Hank's driving prick. She fell forward, her face mashing into Carol's pussy. Drooling, pussy-cream drenching her face, Eileen climaxed again and again.

Hank rammed deep. With Eileen's ass cheeks parted he watched each cunt-splitting stab. "Take it, baby!" He saw his wife. "I'm still cuming."

Eileen rolled her hips. Cum gushed from her pussy and dribbled down her thighs and Hank's balls. Her whimpering squeals were muffled in Carol's cunt. She climaxed again, shuddering, then slipped into a light faint. The day had taken its toll.

Hank pounded her limp body until his cock was empty. He groaned, popped his prick from her hole and fell back, sucking air into his tired lungs.

Eileen fell over, sprawled out on her back. She blinked. Everything was fuzzy. "God."

Finally focusing, she saw Hank and Carol dressing. "Where are you going?"

"Home," Carol said. "I'm going to make him take care of me."

"Stay," Eileen said. "We'll party."

"Can't." Carol winked, latching her arm through her husband's. "Think about what I said. This isn't the life for you."

Eileen closed her eyes as they left. She clamped her hands to her ears, trying to shut out the words. But she couldn't.