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Neighborhood Slut (MMF, orgy)
by Eros


Marcy Morris was looking forward to the naughty evening that she and her
handsome husband, Jim, had planned.  Marcy loved to fuck, and her husband
loved to watch her get fucked, which was very convenient.  Like Jack Spratt
and his wife, licking the platter clean, she figured.  They never had any
trouble finding guys to fuck her, because Marcy had the face of an angel, the
body of a porno queen and an insatiable sexual appetite.

She was truly spectacular...  long, dark hair, flashing eyes, and a full, red,
sensual mouth that looked just made for wrapping round a man's cock.  Her
breasts were firm and large, but somehow seemed as perfectly proportioned as
the rest of her gorgeous body.  She had long, tanned legs, a narrow waist, and
an ass most men would gladly die for.  Actually several had...  but that's
another story.

This particular evening, Jim had set it up for Marcy to get fucked by two of
his friends and, naturally, Marcy was horny as could be at the very prospect.
But she didn't want to fuck Jim or give herself a hand-job to relieve the
pressure because, with two lovers to accommodate in a few hours, she figured
it would be better for all concerned to let her cunt simmer with anticipation.
Jim felt the same way.  He had a gigantic hard-on stuffing the front of his
trousers, but he didn't want to empty his balls until after he had watched
Marcy get fucked.

Marcy was trying to watch television, but with her pussy smoldering and
juicing merrily away, she couldn't get comfortable.  Jim was squirming around
as well, the front of his pants stretched taut with an almost painful
erection.  Marcy kept throwing glances at Jim's bulging crotch. The sight of
her husband's obvious arousal made her pussy even hotter. She knew that it was
going to be difficult to resist temptation, so she decided to take a walk to
cool off.

Jim agreed it was a good idea, because he was having a hard time restraining
himself from whipping his prick out and jumping his sexy young wife on the
spot!

So, Marcy went for a stroll, with fascinating results......

Marcy was walking along the footpath through fairly heavy bushes and foliage,
the gentle afternoon breeze doing very little to cool down the fires of
passion that raged within her.  As she passed a shady glen, shielded by the
surrounding undergrowth, Marcy thought she heard a noise. She stopped and
listened.  The faint sound of voices filtered through the undergrowth.
Suddenly, her horniness was overwhelmed by curiosity. Looking around to see if
anyone was watching her, Marcy ducked into the bushes and peeked into the
clearing.

Sitting on a bench in the middle of the clearing were a couple of teenagers, a
girl and a boy.  Marcy recognised them both.  The girl was Tracy Jackson, a
pretty little sixteen-year-old who lived a couple of doors down from Marcy.
The boy was her boyfriend, Bobby Wilson.

Tracy was the classic `blue-eyed blonde', a real little stunner.  Marcy had
seen her husband staring hungrily at the girl's long, tanned legs and
surprisingly well-developed young tits several times now.  She'd jabbed Jim
viciously in the ribs and reminded him that the girl was only sixteen, to
which he'd replied, "Old enough to bleed...  old enough to breed!"  Jim could
be totally uncouth sometimes, thought Marcy as she turned her attention to
Tracy's young male companion.

Bobby was a good-looking, dark-haired, athletic boy who lived a couple of
streets away.  He didn't have car yet, so he walked over to visit Tracy every
day.  To see them sitting together somewhere was such a common sight around
the neighborhood, that Marcy was about to move off and continue her walk.

Then, just as she was about to turn away, Bobby put his arm around Tracy, and
slid his hand down inside the girl's blouse.  Marcy halted in her tracks and
grinned.  They obviously thought they were secluded enough to do some heavy
petting.

Marcy knew that she should just move on quietly and leave them to it. But her
horniness had not subsided and suddenly she had a kinky urge to spy on them.
Although Marcy was the `performer' and her husband was the `voyeur' in their
marital misbehavior, Marcy liked to peek a bit, herself.

The raven-haired beauty crept closer and stepped into the concealing shade of
a large tree, excited by the idea of watching the two youngsters involved in
their secretive sex-play.

It soon got more exciting.

Bobby opened Tracy's blouse.  She wasn't wearing a bra, and when her blouse
fell open, she shrugged it back onto her slim shoulders and arched her supple
back, thrusting her bare tits out.  Her nipples were swollen and flushed,
jutting out stiffly.  The sight actually made Marcy's mouth water.

Although she was certainly not a fully-fledged lesbian, Marcy found that she
loved variety and enjoyed fooling around with other women from time to time,
especially if there was an audience of men watching.

Sexy little Tracy was turning her on a lot!

Bobby began to feel Tracy up with both hands, massaging her firm
conical-shaped tits and pulling at the perky nipples.  Tracy squirmed and
wriggled, starting to pant.  As Bobby kissed her on the lips, Marcy watched
their tongues flashing sensuously back and forth.  Then he dropped his head
down and began to suck on her erect nipples, switching back and forth as he
sucked each swollen pink bud in turn.

Marcy's lips and tongue were working automatically, as she emulated the young
man's tit-sucking.  She envied Tracy that attentive mouth just as she envied
Bobby that succulent mouthful.

"Ohhhhh, mmmmmmmm!"  Tracy moaned.

Bobby made moist, muffled sounds on her bare young tits as he drew the stiff
nipples into his mouth, nibbling them with his lips.  The blonde girl arched
and stroked the back of his head as her boyfriend sucked her tits.  Bobby slid
his hand up Tracy's thigh and under her short skirt. Marcy wished he would
remove that skirt.  She wanted to see Tracy's pussy. But the kids were still
in a semi-public place and evidently didn't dare to get fully disrobed.  Marcy
knew that it must be very frustrating for them.  It was for her, as well.

Marcy was close enough now that she could hear every sound they made, close
enough even to catch the odour of Tracy's horny young pussy as it heated up.
Her nostrils flared.  The cool afternoon breeze was wafting the fragrance of
pussy-perfume to her as Tracy got hotter.  Marcy breathed in the pungent fumes
steaming from the girl's pussy, tantalizing herself.

Her tongue seemed to sizzle in her saliva as she inhaled that succulent, randy
aroma and imagined what it would be like to go down on a girl as young as
Tracy.  The thought of tonguing her tight little teenaged cunt was making
Marcy tremble.

Bobby was obviously finger-fucking Tracy up under her skirt now, and Marcy
couldn't see the action.  But she was willing to bet that the nubile young
nymphette had a juicy pussy, just the sort that Marcy loved to lick.

"Ohhhh, Bobby!  Keep it up!  I'm gonna cum!"  Tracy moaned.

Bobby's hand moved rhythmically between her parted thighs and he continued to
suck on her tits as he brought her to the crest of her orgasm.  Tracy seemed
to vibrate like a tuning fork as she climaxed.  Her nipples swelled between
Bobby's lips and her cunt melted on his caressing hand.

It took her a long time to finish cumming.  The sexy little sixteen-year-old
had soared rapidly the peak and she held there, panting and moaning, as the
waves of orgasm rushed across her belly and raced like high-voltage current up
her trembling thighs, the waves coming faster and higher and merging into a
tidal crest of passion.

The bouquet of her creaming cunt clung in the glen, cloying and
mouth-watering.  What a shame to waste a cunt-cum on a hand-job, Marcy
thought.  Tracy jerked, lifting her knees.  Her short skirt slid high up her
legs, and Marcy could see ribbons of creamy cunt-juice unwinding down the
sleek flesh of her inner thighs.

The bench was getting slippery under the girl's ass as her pussy spilled and
overflowed.  Her hips were moving in a fucking motion as she ground her pussy
on Bobby's hand.  Her belly pumped and her pretty face twisted from side to
side, eyes narrowed to slits, mouth slack and panting.

The hem of her skirt was up to her hips now, and Marcy sank down to her knees
on the ground, so that she could see up Tracy's skirt.  Tracy had obviously
come to the park prepared to get finger-fucked, Marcy realized-because the
naughty little minx wasn't wearing any panties!

Marcy could see just a hint of Tracy's pussy, just a shadowy glimpse in the
darkness under her skirt.  It was enough to make the woman's tongue tingle and
her mouth fill up with saliva.  Marcy was drooling almost as lavishly as Tracy
was juicing off!

Tracy gave a soft, prolonged whimper as she surged to the highest peak of her
orgasm, then she began to ebb.  Bobby finger-fucked her down through the slow
descent, working the final spasms from her creamy cunt. Drained, Tracy slumped
back, a dreamy, blissful smile on her lovely face.

"Ummmmm...  God, that was fantastic, Bobby!"  she purred.

Bobby raised his head from her tits and drew his hand out from under her
skirt.  His fingers were dripping, and his palm held a pool of pussy-cum.  It
looked as if his hand had melted in the heat of her crotch. Marcy was dizzy
with desire.  She hoped there would be more to see.

And there was...

Bobby leaned back and they cuddled cheek to cheek for a moment.

"Do me, baby," he rasped.

Tracy reached down and cupped the swollen bulge of his hard-on through his
tight jeans.  Her fingers traced the fat outline of his cock and balls through
the denim.  His stiff young erection was jerking and twitching with arousal,
threatening to burst right through the tightly-stretched crotch of his jeans.
Where his cock-head was outlined prominently, a damp, sticky patch was
spreading out, as his pre-cum seeped through the fabric.  She cupped the bulge
of his balls and fingered the flaring wedge of his cock-knob and traced her
fingertips up the outline of his cock-shaft.

"Mmmmmmmm, yeahhhh!  Take it out, babe" he urged.

The young blonde needed no coaxing.  She unbuckled his belt and unsnapped the
waistband of his jeans, then drew the zipper of his fly down slowly, inch by
teasing inch.  Marcy moaned.  Bobby wasn't wearing any underwear either!

When the front of his jeans flipped open, his cock shot out like a rocket.
Marcy gave a little gasp when she saw how well-hung the young teenager was.
Her eyes were glued to his crotch and she gazed at the boy's huge, stiff cock
with a hungry longing.  Although she had enjoyed looking at Tracy's naked
young cunt...  what little she'd seen of it... Marcy's sexual preference was
still predominantly for prick.  And handsome young Bobby sure had a big one!

Although quite athletic-looking, Bobby was of slim build, but his erect prick
looked incredibly huge, almost incongruously large for his slender young
frame.  It was quite long and very thick.  Marcy found herself comparing it to
Jim's cock, but even her well-endowed husband would have had trouble competing
with Bobby.

Marcy was breathing deeply as the gamy scent of hot male genitals drifted to
her nostrils.  Tracy had drawn her hands away and she was leaning over her
boyfriend's crotch, gazing at his hard-on, her blue eyes crossing as she
concentrated on the bulging cock-knob.  Marcy wondered if she was going to
suck him off.  She sure hoped so!  How she longed to see the young girl's
sensual mouth working on Bobby's man-sized prick.

But the kids were making out in a public park.  And evidently Tracy didn't
dare to get too involved, although from the hungry way she was staring at her
boyfriend's prick, it seemed certain that she would have relished a mouthful
of his hot cock-meat.

"Ohhhhh, come on!  Jack me off, honey!"  Bobby croaked.

Marcy sighed, realizing that she wasn't going to get to see a blow-job.
Still, she could look on the bright side...  a hand-job had its own
attractions.  If Tracy jerked him off, Marcy would get to see the boy's
ejaculation, something she wouldn't have seen if he squirted his load down
Tracy's throat.  Still kneeling, Marcy fought against the urge to play with
her own steamy pussy as she watched, fascinated, eager for the creamy
conclusion.

"Jack me off on your tits, baby," Bobby groaned.  "My fucking balls are so
damn full, they ache!"

Tracy cupped the boy's balls in the palm of her left hand, jiggling the solid
nut-sacs, lifting them slightly, as if judging the weight of his cum-load.
She folded her right hand around his cock-shaft, at the top, and skinned down,
baring his cock-head, making the fat, bloated tip flare out like the head of a
hooded cobra about to strike.

Gooey pre-cum gushed from the slit and ran down his prick.  The stuff looked
thin and watery, compared to cum, but much more slippery.  A pool of this
cock-lube welled up on the web between Tracy's thumb and forefinger.  She
skimmed up, holding his cock lightly, her palm and encircling fingers barely
brushing the thick shaft of his throbbing erection.

She pulled up and down, her hand gliding on a film of his warm, slippery
lubrication.  Bobby groaned and leaned back on the bench, hiking his ass up.
The muscles of his young thighs were taut as steel bands and his heels were
drumming on the ground as he humped his hips up, fucking his cock through
Tracy's clenched fist as she jerked him off with a slow, practised rhythm.

"Unnngghhhhhh, Jesus yeahhhh!  Milk my meat, Tracy!"  he grunted.

The willing girl tightened her grip.  As she pulled up, his foreskin sheathed
his cock-knob in a fleshy carpet.  And as she pumped back down toward his
balls, the shiny, purple head flared out, moist and glistening.

Marcy's mouth was watering at the sight and the scent of the boy's stiff
cock-meat as much as she had over the thought of tongue-fucking the young
girl.  She was sure glad that her kinky husband had fixed her up with two guys
tonight!  One m with a dozen or more guys.  Watching these two horny kids go
at it had her insatiable little twat absolutely sizzling.

Tracy leaned over her boyfriend's lap, her pert young tits bobbing saucily,
providing a target for his cum-cannon.  She began to jack his prick faster,
and Bobby heaved up and down as he fucked his prick through her fist.

"Cum, Bobby!  Shoot on my tits!"  she panted.

"I'm nearly there, honey...  any minute," he moaned huskily, his whole body
shaking with the rising spasms.

His prick hissed through her hand, the ventral vein pounding violently.  As
his prick-knob loomed up, it swelled out in a huge wedge. His cock was going
up and down like a heavy-duty shock absorber as his ass bounced rhythmically
on the park bench.

"Ooooooh, you're so hard!  Cum for me, Bobby!"  Tracy panted.

Yeah, cum on her tits, Marcy silently urged.  Like Tracy, Marcy's gaze was
glued to the head of Bobby's cock.  She was as eager to see the boy shoot his
cum as she was to see it splatter all over Tracy's gorgeous little tits.
Bobby's prick jerked mightily in the young girl's flashing fist.

"Here it comes!"  he howled, throwing his head and shoulders back as he heaved
his hips up.

"Ummm...  ummmm!"  Tracy whimpered hammering her tiny fist up and down as fast
as she could.

With a gurgling cry, Bobby's climax exploded.  The cum rushed up the core of
his cock and shot from his piss-hole in a great geyser.  Silvery sperm
splattered on Tracy's tits in abundance, soaking the slopes, seeping into the
cleft, oozing onto the nipples.

A jism-jet skimmed up her breastbone and splashed in the fluttering hollow of
her delicate throat.  Another shot of cum flew over her shoulder in a milky
blob as the virile young boy kept on squirting.  His balls seemed bottomless,
his cock a veritable fountain of sperm, his sexual vitality endless.

Bobby had pumped out a flood of jism already, yet he was still spurting,
hosing her neck and tits as she turned his cock in her hand, playing the
stream over her face.  Cum skimmed along her cheek, and a glob clung to her
tawny tresses like molasses.  Tracy was so coated with cum that she looked
like a glazed doughnut, frosted like a gingerbread cookie, and still he kept
on spraying her with cum.

"Don't stop!....  More!  More!"  she wailed crazily.

Another gusher hit her tits and cascaded down through her cleavage, like a
pearly river running through a smooth ravine.  One last spurt of jism
splattered on her chin, and Bobby began to flag at last, sprawling back along
the bench, looking happy by satisfied in the afterglow of his lengthy orgasm.

Tracy continued to jerk her fist up and down on his prick, milking out the
last gooey trickles.  The cum was no longer squirting, but it still oozed out,
clinging to the head of his cock like frosting on a cup-cake.  Thick and
creamy, the cum slid on down his cock-shaft, lubricating her pumping fingers.

Tracy squeezed and drew her fist up his prick as if getting the dregs out of a
toothpaste tube.  Bobby groaned.  With his balls drained now, it felt as if
she were dragging his asshole inside out as she tugged up his still-taut
prick.

Marcy was dizzy with desire and she gazed at the incredibly erotic sight
before her.  Bobby's prick was all coated with creamy cum.  She had never seen
so much jizz squirt out of a cock in her life...  that was saying a lot.  What
a lucky girl Tracy was to have such a virile young boyfriend like Bobby, she
figured.  But a silly girl, too.  Marcy would have never squandered such a
precious load of cum on a mere hand-job!

She was hot with desire to take Bobby's Bobby's prick in her own mouth and to
suck up his spilled spunk from Tracy's tits.  She didn't actually expect that
to happen.  But there was jism all over the place now, and cunt-cream, too,
and Marcy was thinking that even a second-hand taste would be a treat...

Bobby's cock was softening a bit now, drooping and bending, but it was still
an impressive size.  Tracy held it against her chest, rubbing the cummy tip
onto her tits and nudging it into her cleavage.  Then she worked the cum into
her tits with her hands, massaging the boy's sticky sperm into her breasts and
nipples like a body lotion.

Their heavy petting session over, the teenagers got their clothing arranged
and, hand in hand, strolled from the clearing.  Marcy ducked back behind the
tree and the starry-eyed young lovers passed without noticing her, never
guessing that they had been observed.

Marcy waited until they were out of sight down the footpath, then she moved
over to the bench.  The wooden slats were slippery with jism and pussy-juice.
The stuff was still warm.  Marcy looked around to make sure that no one
happened to be watching her, as she had watched the two teenagers...
although, in truth, she was the sort of exhibitionist who loved to be looked
at when she was being naughty and wouldn't at all have minded being spied on.

She knelt on the ground and opened her blouse and began to rub her tits on the
cum-slick bench.  She held the creamy globes in her hands, lifting and
deepening the smooth cleavage while, twisting lithely from the hips, she swung
her big tits back and forth in the spilled fuck-juices.

Then she sat back on her heels and, holding her tits up, tilted her raven head
down.  She licked her tits and nipples, then sucked on the swollen pink nubs,
tasting boy-cum and cunt-juice on her own tits.