                  Fun with the Bundy's  Part 1 and 2

All at once I had been cursed and blessed on one
school project.  I had been assigned to work with one of
the stupidest people in the entire high school, but on the
plus side I had also been paired up with one of the
sexiest creatures ever to walk the halls of my esteemed
campus.  Unfortunately, the two were the same people.  
	Who is the incredibly lame and hotter than hot chick? 
Kelly Bundy, a low rent floozy from the south side of town
with long blonde hair, gobs of make up and more low cut
dresses than a downtown hooker.  Oh how she filled out
those dresses.  She gave curvy a new name.  Her tits were
large and so well formed the guys often wondered if they
were fake but from all the lockerroom talk I had heard,
Kelly's breasts were very real.  Her ass and thighs were
equally exquisite, with obvious roundness but nothing
overbearingly large.  And who can forget about that face? 
Light skin, round cherub face and blow job lips that could
get a priest's pants tight, Kelly's face certainly didn't
diminish from her outstanding form.  She knew she had a
figure that could turn a faggot but some wondered if Kelly
was truly as nympho like as the football team claimed or
if she was just too stupid to say no.
	So after our art teacher paired us up (the class was
an elective for me, but part of her core), we decided to
meet at her house after school.  The house was typical
lower class suburbia, two stories, bad lawn, worse paint
job and no charm.  Kelly answered the doorbell wearing a
black crop top that seemed to barely contain her bosom and
a skin tight leather mini that probably cleared her mound
by about an inch.  I shouldn't forget the three inch heels
either.  She invited me into her very humble abode.  The
decor was tacky to the extreme, flannel couch, yellow
carpeting, cheap paintings, huge twenty year old tv and a
mildew like smell.
	"Where do you want to work?  Here or my room," she
asked.
	"Which ever strikes your fancy."
	"All the guys that come over seem to like my room
more.  Let's go up there.  My annoying brother Bud will be
home any minute.  We can sneak down in a bit and watch him
rock his cock while watching "Gilligan's Island.'"
	Sounds like fun, I thought.  "Okay," I answered
hestitantly, not sure if she was kidding.
	I followed her pair shaped ass up to a sparklingly
feminine room.  Unlike the other rooms we passed, this one
was well decorated but overloaded with foofy pinks,
pastels and whites.  Her canopied bed reminded me more of
a little girl's room.  Kelly flopped onto the bed, draping
her body across it.  I settled into a white and blue chair
at her desk, turning to face her.  From the angle I was
sitting I could stare right down the gaping hole in her
top, getting an intimate view of her cleavage. I felt my
dick surge but ignored it, looking away.
	We discussed different ideas about the theme, after I
explained what a theme is.  I'm still not convinced she
got the notion because she kept referring to different art
errorously as though we were to copy them.  At one point
she suggested we could make a sitting guy.
	"A what?"
	"You know that sitting guy?  He's all buffed and nude
and sitting there.  He's real sexy.  It's real famous."
	"Not ringing any bells, Kelly."
	"Wait I think I've got a picture of it from a trip I
took," she said twisting around on the bed.  She leaned
over the side of the bed and began shifting through her
bureau.  I really didn't care about what she was looking
for though, because when she bent over the edge of her
bed, her skirt hiked up considerably, revealing much of
her lily white butt that was not contained in a the black
g-string she had on.  "I could have sworn it was in here,"
she mumbled and I jsut said oh, unconsciously tugging at
the bulge in my jeans.  
	Kelly slammed the drawer shut and leaned over more,
going for alower drawer and pulling the skirt up her
haunches more.  I could almost make out every inch of that
tight round ass.  It looked so smooth and inviting.  I
stood up and moved beside the bed, my aching dick
screaming to be freed and then confined once more. 
Suddenly, Kelly let out a yell of surprise and sat up,
twisting and dropping back onto the bed, covering her
rear.  "Here it is," she said clapping and handing it to
me.  I took the photo and seated myself on the bed near
her, hoping my raging hard-on was not too noticable.  Hell
as observant as she was, it wasn't.
	"Kelly this is The Thinker."
	"Right, I knew it was 'the' something," she said with
a grin.  "Can we do that?"
	"Do what?  We can't just turn in this photo."
	"Oh," she said looking dejected.  "Can we take a
picture like that?  Or maybe make a statue like that?"
	"I dunno."
	"You've got a pretty good bod, why don't you take it
off and we can take pictures of you like that?  Then we
can ask Ms. Demar if that's good enough or we can make you
into a bust."
	I realized that the school would never go for a nude
of any student, statue or picture but Kelly was a little
bit dim for that.  "Kelly, that's been done a thousand
times before.  Always with guys.  If we really want to
make a statement, maybe you should do it."
	"Oh, that would be neat.  I'd be art."
	"Right," I said, already thinking that it would not
take much to get her nude in my first hour at her home. 
"Why don't we see how it would look?"
	Kelly hopped off the bed and turned the chair from
her desk into the middle of the room.  She sat down like
The Thinker and then looked over at me, "Like this?"
	"Kind of, but there's one difference I said, holding
out the picture."
	"Wait a second," she said standing up.  Her skirt
fell, showing off her milky white hips and the black g-
string.  Her top came off next, Kelly casually tossing it
aside.  I swallowed hard at the sight of her fully breasts
and big brownish colored nipples.  She tugged down her g-
string next, revealing a narrow patch of black pubes.
	Kelly sat back down on the chair like The Thinker.  I
thought I was going to cream my jeans right there.  Her
body was perfect.  "What do you think?"
	"Perfection," I harshly stated, worried I might
betray some excitement in my voice.
	"Oh goody," she said gleefully, loosing the position
to shake her head in happiness.
	"Do you have a camera," I asked, praying she would
say yes.  She nodded and pointed to the top drawer of her
nightstand.  "Good I'll take some shots and show them to
Ms. Demar to find out if this will work for our project,"
I said as I withdrew a polaroid camera from her nightstand
noticing a multitude of photos hanging out in the drawer. 
"Get back in position," I told her.
	I took pictures of her from the traditional angle and
then I took them head on, and from a downward angle and
every other angle I could think of.  I was scooping up the
photos when Kelly suddenly stood up and took the camera
from me.  Her naked body was only inches from mine and I
was certain she had noticed my erection by then.  "Let me
take some of you too.  Maybe Ms.Demar would like to see
the opposite?"
	"Ah, sure," I started to say but then the phone rang
and Kelly bounded over to it.  With her naked back to me,
I could see the slight swell of her breasts.  "Oh Hi," she
said.  "I'm just working on a project with someone from
school.  Hold on."
	Kelly turned to face me, covering the speaker with
her hand.  "Can we finish this tomorrow?  My friend Cindy
just got one of her nipples pierced, so I want to go see
it."
	"No problem," I said and then paused, "Kelly, don't
tell anyone at all about the project.  I think other would
steal it."
	"You mean like it's Top Secret?"
	"Exactly."
	"Cool," she said picking up the phone again.  "So
Cindy does it hurt?"
	I shoved the photos into my backpack and left Kelly's
room, waving to her and closing the door behind myself.  I
couldn't wait to get home and rub the magic rod.
	I was passing by a room when I saw a woman in a pair
of skintight black leotards bent over the queen size bed. 
I paused momentarily, taking in the sight of her ass,
which was slightly wider than Kelly's but still very
exciting.  The woman had long red hair and she was busy
making the bed.  She moved around the edge and that's when
I noticed her big purple belt and tight turqouise top that
had a plunging neckline.  Her tits were huge.  They were
at least twice Kelly's size and moving quite bit. 
Suddenly I heard Kelly's door close.  
	I turned back, shocked and Kelly came out wearing
Jeans and the same crop top.  She stopped by me in the
hallway,  "Have you met my mom?"
	"Ah no," I said amazed that was her mother.
	"Com'on," she said, leading me into the room. 
Kelly's mom, Mrs. Bundy, stood up as we entered.  She was
huge everywhere.  Her hair was big and very red.  Her
features were large but sexy in an odd way.  Her chest as
I've mentioned was phenomenal and her hips were wide, but
apparently so because of her thin waist.  I can't forget
about her huge heels either.  In heels she had to have
been at least six two.   "Mom, this is Dan, my art
partner.  Dan, this is my mom."
	"Nice to meet you Dan," she said, offering me her
hand.  I concurred while shaking her delicate long finger
nailed hand.  "What is your project?"
	"Karl can tell you, I'm going to Cindy's be back late
tonight," Kelly said leaving to perfect strangers alone.
	"Well," Mrs. Bundy said as she resumed tucking in the
sheets, her big tits, swaying back and forth.
	"We're just exploring the theme of..." my mind was
going blank as I stared heavily at her boobs.  I couldn't
help myself.  I suddenly wanted to bury my face in Kelly's
mom's chest.  I wanted to suckle on the same nipple she
had as a baby.  Mrs. Bundy looked up at me as she finished
and I broke my stare as quickly as possible.
	"Dan, how old are you," she asked as she moved
around the bed.
	"Seventeen."
	She passed by me.  "I bet you find Kelly attractive. 
Do you find me attractive too?"
	"Pardon," I said, suddenly affraid that I had been
caught staring.  My backpack slipped from my fingers and
it crashed to the floor.  The top was open and I wanted to
kick myself for not closing it because as it hit the
ground the polaroids fell out.  Mrs. Bundy scooped up one
of the photos. 
	"Now I see what you've been up to," she said turning
around.  "Kelly's dad is an ex-football player and he's
very protective of his little girl," she remarked as she
shut the bedroom door.  She wheeled around and her hand
slipped behind her ass, locking the door.  "Al, Kelly's
father, my husband would tear you apart for this.  But I
want something different."
	Mrs. Bundy stepped acorss the room and placed one of
her large hands on my crotch.  "What do you say, an hour
of your time and nobody has to know."
	"Mrs. Bundy, you're married."
	"And horny," she said, squeezing hard.
	I reached up and cupped one of her large breasts,
exhaling at the heft.  "Oh my god."  I leaned forward and
kissed her large lips.  Her free hand, the one that had
held the photo suddenly grabbed my ass and pulled me to
her.  We kissed deeply, her tongue probing mine, her hand
massaging my cock and ass.  I jsut squeezed at her massive
boobs, eliciting groans.  Her hands pulled my belt open
and tugged button flys.  My jeans pooled around my ankles. 
My seven inches strained at the boxers.  Mrs. Bundy pulled
away from my mouth long enough to haul my Polo shirt over
my head.  
	She cooed louldy as she trailed her fingernails over
my shoudlers.  Her hands fingers played over my nipples
and pecs, finally dropping to my six pack.  Her lips
kissed atmy chest, leaving red lipstick on it.  Her tongue
played with my nipples as I pulled her top up her back. 
She stopped kissing my stomach long enough to haul her
turquoise top off.  
	My boxers fell and Mrs. Bundy burried her nose in my
pubes, kissing my lower abdomen.  Her long fingers curled
around my dick and she slowly pumped it.  Her other hand
rubbed my balls.  She raised them to her tongue, licking
them and then she licked the length of my shaft.  Within
in moments I was receiving a viscious blow job from
Kelly's big-lipped mother.  I wrapped my fingers up in her
big red hair, controlling the tempo some, but soon I found
myself fucking her wet and excellent mouth.  "Oh, Mrs.
Bundy, I'm gonna come in your mouth."
	She pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting
her to my cock.  She rose up some and sprawled across the
bed, undoing her belt.  I stood between her legs which
were hanging off the bed, my hand rubbing my dick to keep
it going, as I stepped out of my jeans and kicked off my
shoes.  Even lying on her back, her chest was still huge
and barely confined in her flimsy turquoise bra.  With her
belt undone, she tugged at the tight leotards, clinging to
her large but solid looking thighs.  She raised her legs
getting them over her head and I helped tugging the
material to almost her knees.  
	She placed her heels on my shoulders and tugged her
underwear aside.  With her knees over her head, her ripe
red haired pussy with it's thick swollen lips waited for
my dick.  "Give it to me, Karl," she whined as I guided my
dick into her hot dripping red box.  Mrs. Bundy began
bucking on my dick and it felt incredible.  I reached
around her hips and grabbed handfuls of her big boobs,
squeezing them through her flimsy bra.  She was amazingly
tight but from that position I was not getting a clear
shot straight into her.  I pulled away and she protested,
"Don't stop now!"
	"Roll over," I told her.  She twisted on the bed, her
knees falling to the floor, her torso resting on the bed.  
	"I haven't done like this in years," she said,
wiggling her ass.  She glanced back over her shoulder as I
fell to my knees behind her.  I yanked her white french
cut underwear down and I grasped her hips as I guided my
dick into Mrs. Bundy's cunt.  She grunted with pleasure as
I began fiercly fucking her from behind.  Her big red hair
rocked with each thrust and Mrs. Bundy began to whine as I
plunged in.  My hands slid up her milky white back,
grasping her bra straps and pulling them down her
shoulders.  I bore into her completely, feeling my balls
strike her hard clitoris.  I pushed my hands under her
arms and took a hold of her big tits, my palms cupping her
huge nipples.  I pulled her back and continued to rock at
my pelvis.  Mrs. Bundy moved her hips and ass to keep time
with me.  I squeezed at her nipples while plowing in
harder.  
	"Oh, I'm coming," she said through clenched teeth. 
As her orgasm subsided, I slowed and released her chest. 
I was still hard and my cock was half in her still.  I
withdrew completely and leaned down, dragging my tongue up
her slit.  Mrs. Bundy arched her back and grasped my hair
in her long fingers.  I licked voraciously at her come
filled twat, while still massaging my own dick.  With her
hand forcing me in deeper, I buried my nose in her wet
womanhood andlapped at her vagina.  Five minutes later,
Mrs. Bundy was coming again.  She released my head and
began grasping at the sheets, begging me not to stop.  I
didn't.  Letting go of my own rod,  I parted her ass
cheeks and dipped my tongue into her bush deeper.  Mrs.
Bundy was going nuts at this point, pulling herself away
from my mouth, but really wanting to escape the ecstasy. 
	She managed to get herself most of the way onto the
bed, with just her legs still hanging off.  I stood up
over her, my slicked fingers, travelling in and out of her
pussy.  Mrs. Bundy made it completely onto the bed, her
legs confined by the leotard trapped around her calves.  I
knelt behind her on the bed and pushed my dick back into
her.  This time she was in the almost optimum position. 
With her face and upper torso resting on the bed and her
ass in the air, I was able to slam my dick all the way
home.  With a firm grip on each of her cheeks, I fucked
the hell out of my art partner's mother.  When I finally
came the two of us were covered in sweat and exhausted.  I
collapsed beside her on the bed and Mrs. Bundy just lay on
the bed her ass still in the air, my load dripping from
her now very loosed snatch.  With a crash, she teetered
over, landing with her butt facing away from me.
	"Oh my, that was so incredible," she said, running
her hands between her legs.  
	I smiled and planted a kiss on her upper nipple. 
Mrs. Bundy groaned and said maybe she couldn't take
another time.  I answered by wrapping my lips around the
nipple and nipping at it.  Sucked on her breasts for a few
minutes before I slid back down between her legs.  I
pulled off her heels, kissing her red toenails and then I
withdrew her leotard and panties, tossing them over my
shoulder.  She parted her thighs and I brought her off
again, this time by dipping a lubed finger around her
asshole.  She complained initially but moments later, she
was coming like crazy.
	We kissed deeply, with me depositing a load of her
own juices into her mouth.  She pulled away at first, but
upon realizing what I was doing she giggled and kissed me
more deeply.  Afterward she told me that we had maybe
fifteen minutes before her husband came home.  I said
maybe I should go, but Mrs. Bundy pushed me back onto the
bed and sat up on her knees.  She tossed her bra aside and
then held my dick up, blowing on it gently. 
	It was hard in no time and her lips wrapped around it
from the side, pushing into my cock, while her hands
played with my balls.  She switched from that to deep
throating me and soon I was bucking into her bobbing head
again.  I could clearly hear the sounds of her saliva and
pre-come filled mouth sliding up and down my hardened
flesh.  I reached down and grasped her big tits again,
tweaking her huge nipples.  
	Mrs. Bundy stopped sucking me off and straddled my
legs.  She leaned forward wrapping her chest around my
cock.  When the head would appear from her immense
cleavage she would lick the tip.  She kept going even
after I warned her I was going to come.  The blast hit her
face, mostly her open mouth and huge amount fell all over
her fingers and tits, sliding down to her nipples.  A  few
stray strands hit my stomach.  Mrs. Bundy licked the come
off her fingers and my dick before kissing me opened
mouth.  I swallowed some of my own load gladly.
	She pulled away and glanced at the clock, "It's after
five, Al will be home any minute."
	Mrs. bundy climbed off the bed and tossed my clothes
at me, urging me to get dressed quickly.  I pulled on my
clothes, with her helping.  Suddenly she looked up.  "If
Bud's home he may be downstairs.  Wait here."
	She put on a robe and disappeared out the door while
I finished dressing.  A minute later she came in, happy to
tell me her son was in his room.  With her guiding I was
led to the front door and she whispered how exciting it
would be if we could meet again.
	The next day I was near the Bundy's driveway when a
woman getting out of a BMW in the driveway next door
called to me.  I turned back, shocked that she was
speaking to me.  "Yoohoo, young man.  Hello, young man. 
Yes, you.  Could please come here?"
	I looked around to be sure she was talking to me.  I
walked over to her, confused.  The little woman was about
thirty or so and had a perky, healthy look about her.  She
seemed excessively bubbly and her short curly hair had a
goofy bounce to it.
	"Aren't you the young man that was at the Bundy's
yesterday?"
	"Pardon, ma'am?"
	"Come with me," she said, walking away.  I noticed
she didn't walk all that well in heels.  I followed her
into the house and up the stairs.  I thought it odd but I
figured she wasn't exactly threatening.  How many BMW
drivers are?  Which I remarked on - that is the beamer.  
	"Oh, I'm a loan officier at a bank.  You see that's
part of it.  I work banker's hours, so I'm home from about
four on.  Get what I'm saying?  No, huh?"
	We entered her room, which was dominated by a large,
king size bed and tons of nice furniture.  She moved to
the window and hauled back the drapes with bravado.  "See
what I mean," she said, motioning for me to look out the
window.  
	I stepped up to the window and saw that from that
vantage point I could clearly see into the Bundy's
bedroom.  I couldn't remember if we had drawn the drapes
but I doubted it.  I tried to play dumb.  "What am I
supposed to see?"
	"Maybe some young buck screwing Peg Bundy from
behind," she said, patting my ass.
	I turned around and was shocked and excited to see
that she had opened her blouse and shed her coat.  Her
white slip was plainly evident.  Her body was not great
but certainly not offensive.  She just lacked the drastic
curves I found enticing in the Bundy women.  She stepped
forward and opened my shorts, her hands rummaging through
my boxers.  "Care for a repeat performance with a stand-
in?"
	"I...don't even know your name," I said with shock as
she pulled out my cock and began rubbing it with her small
girlish hands.
	"Call me Ms. Darcy," she said as she moved away from
my developing hard-on.
	"I'm Dan," I offered as she unzipped her skirt and
sgrugged it down. 
	"Great, close the drapes, I'm not giving Peggy the
same show."
	I turned around and pulled them shut and then I
stepped out of my shorts and boxers, kicking off my shoes
too.  I could not believe I was getting lucky again.  I
turned back to Ms. Darcy to see her on all fours on the
big bed, still wearing her slip, but I saw her panties
laying on the floor near the bed.  I crossed the room,
tossing my shirt aside.  Ms. Darcy, turned, waving her
little rear at me.  I could see her tuft of brown muff
peeking from between her smooth little ass cheeks.  She
looked back over her shoulder, wiggling.
	"Bring it home," she insisted.
	I licked my fingers and slid it up her pussy lips.  A
shrudder went through her body and Ms. Darcy pushed her
ass back, parting her legs more.  "Oh yes," she cooed.
	"You want my cock in here," I asked, rubbing her clit
with my middle finger, while pushing my thumb a touch into
her slit.
	"Put it in there," she said with a bit of edge behind
her voice.
	I licked my fingers again and pushed my index finger
into her cunt, slipping in up to the third knuckle rather
quickly.  I finger banged her for awhile, while I massaged
my own tool with my free hand.  Ms. Darcy was really
loving it, as she rocked in time with my thrusting digits,
letting out whines each time.  "Give me more," she
insisted.
	I added another finger and that satisfied her for a
minute before she asked for more.  "What do you want, Ms.
Darcy?"
	"I want your dick in me," she said looking back over
her shoulder again.
	"In here?" I asked, patting her twat, "Or in here," I
asked pushing my thumb against her butthole.  She breathed
in deeply and I felt the goosebumps cover her body. 
"That's what you want isn't it?  You want me to brownstick
you, Ms Darcy?"
	"Yes," she whimpered.
	"Tell me exactly what you want."
	"I want you to fuck me."
	"Where?" I said, grasping her thighs and preparing
myself for impaling her.
	"In the ass.  I want your dick in my ass," she
wailed.
	"How about your pussy instead, Ms. Darcy?  Or are you
a sick slut?"
	"Just put it in me," she said, pushing her ass toward
me.  I guided my dick into her brown haired muff, knowing
it wasn't exactly what she was after.  "Oh god, yes.  Fuck
me."
	I wrapped my fingers around her narrow hips and began
shoving my penis deep into her.  With each thrust she
voiced her pleasure telling me to go harder.  To push
deeper.  To fill her with my dick.  I did my best,
pounding into her quickly slickening pussy.  Ms. Darcy's
voiceferous exclamations became grunts as we progressed
and her head dropped, with her thin curly hair jostling
with each mighty thrust of my dick into her small body. 
She orgasmed with incredible shrudders of her body, while
issuing a high pitched keening sound.  I could feel my
orgasm approaching too but I had an awesome idea.  I could
tell this woman was all mine.  I pulled out of her and Ms.
Darcy complained, "No don't stop.  I want to feel you come
in me."
	"Roll over," I ordered, slapping her ass.  Ms. Darcy
twisted onto her rear and spread her legs, leaning back
for my reentry.  I grabbed at her thin slip and hauled it
up, pushing it against her chin.  She quickly pulled it
off her head and before it was completely off, I had
straddled her torso.  "You like it in the ass, Ms. Darcy,
so I bet you like getting titty fucked too."
	"Oh yes," she said as I leaned forward, placing my
dick on her bony chest.  Her tits were tiny - almost
nonexistent, but I rubbed my cock up and down on her
sternum, occasionally fucking her hard nipples.  Ms. Darcy
helped, trapping my dick between her hands and her chest,
urging me on as I dry fucked her chest. 
	"I'm coming," I said as my dick blasted it's first
spurt across her chest and into her chin.  
	"Come on me, baby," Ms. Darcy urged, letting my dick
be free of her body but not her hands which tugged at it,
spraying my juice onto her face.  Strands hit her upturned
lips and open mouth.  One landed on her right eye.  The
last powerful burst I had hit her forehead, leaving a
trail down her face to the tip of her chin.  I continued
to come but it only pooled at her sternum and in her
hands.  
	"You liked that, didn't you," I asked as I slid off
her body and ran my fingers over her chest, depositing the
come in her mouth.  In between licking my fingers clean
she agreed.  "You taste wonderful," she said, pushing her
own come soaked digits into my mouth.  I sucked at them
greedily and then leaned over her chest, licking off more
of my come.  Our mouths finally met and we snowballed each
other before swallowing.  
	We kissed for awhile before, I dropped back down to
her hard small breasts, covering her nipple with my mouth. 
My left hand dove between her well juiced thighs,
massaging her still stiff clit.  My cominbed tongue,
finger action brought her off five minutes later in sweaty
throes of ecstasy.  Dipping my head down, I cleaned the
perspiration from Ms. Darcy's hard flat stomach and mowed
her tiny strip of brown pubes.  Ms. Darcy lifted her right
leg and dropped it to the side allowing my fingers and
tongue easy access to her pussy which I began working
again.
	Suddenly I heard the door open and I twisted around
to see what had happened.  Standing in the doorway was a
man of no more than thirty - about five years her junior -
wearing jeans and a flannel shirt.  He was a good looking
guy and he had a nice muscular build.  
	"Wow, Marce, you started without me," he complained,
undoing his jeans.
	"I just couldn't wait to have this young buck in me,"
she said running her fingers through my hair.  "Why are
you late, Jefferson?"
	He dropped his pants and boxers freeing his huge
semihard penis and then he began undoing his shirt, "The
hair appointment ran over time.  I'm sorry Marce, can I
make it up to you?"
	"We'll see," she said with a pouty voice.  "I think
maybe Dan here can take up some of the slack."
	"Ah but does he have this," Jefferson asked, stroking
his dick.
	"No he doesn't," she replied ruefully and then she
leaned across the bed and took his dick in her small
hands.  Pulling him forward, she kissed the head of his
penis, "How's mommy's favorite toy?"
	"Excited," Jefferson answered with a grin, his eyes
falling on me.
	"Oh, by the way, Karl, this is my husband Jefferson. 
Jefferson, Karl," Ms. Darcy said before kissing her
husband's dick again.  We said hellow and before anything
else was said, she had begun to suck his lamb's leg with
loud slurping sounds accompanying.  Jefferson just rocked
in place, his fingers guiding his wife's head while he
repeated, "Oh yeah, Marcy, love my dick.  That's it, suck
it all down your throat.  Get me nice and hard so I can
fuck in front of our friend.  Keep going.  Uh, uh, don't
stop.  That's it, rub my balls, baby."
	Seeing Ms. Darcy's ass and swollen pussy lips exposed
to me, I leaned over and dragged my tongue up her slit. 
She stopped sucking her husband's dick for a second,
pausing to issue a moan of agreement.  I went to work
lapping at her cunt while she blew her husband. 
Remembering her response to the ass questions, I licked at
her bung hole and her quiver told me what I wanted.  Soon
I was rimming her and fingering her juicy box while her
husband continued to comment on the blow he was receiving.
	"Oh, Marce, turn around so I can pound that sticky
cunt," Jefferson commanded.
	Ms. Darcy pulled away from me and rolled onto her
back, parting her legs in a wide vee.  With her little
rear hanging a bit off the edge of the bed, Jefferson,
pushed his penis into her.  The eight plus inches
disappeared in no time.  He place his palms on either side
of her and began thrusting like crazy, getting every inch
of his cock into her snatch.  I jsut sat back and watched
while they went at, my hand slowly rubbing my hardening
tool.  They switched positions again, with Ms. Darcy's
legs pulled back.  Again they changed positions so that
Marcy was only on the bed with her shoulders and head,
while Jefferson, on his knees, held her thighs and fucked
her.  Still not enough they ended up with Ms. Darcy
holding her legs over her head, while he plowed into her
well worn snatch.  "Oh yeah, you're so good, baby," he
muttered.


In between grunts and whines she managed to exclaim,
"Fuck mommy's pussy harder.  That's a good boy."  He
orgasmed with a ferocious yell, yanking his dick out and
pumping the remainder of his load onto his wife's pussy
lips and asshole.
	He leaned across the bed panting, while I looked on,
my dick primed.  "Your turn," she said to me.  I easily
slid into her feeling the warm super slick confines of Ms.
Darcy.  She smiled and began matching my thrusts. 
Suddenly she pushed me back and told me, "Lie on your
back."
	I did instantly and she twisted over, dropping her
light little frame down on my stiff third leg.  As we
fucked my hands slid around her waist, clutching her boney
ass cheeks.  I could feel Jefferson's jism all over her
posterior and even on my thighs.  "Stick your finger in my
ass," she commanded, leaning forward so my cock was only
half in her swollen pussy.  I complied and it brought her
off again.  Ms. Darcy climbed off me and spun around,
sticking her tiny rear out at me.  "You know where I want
it.  Fuck me in the ass."
	I pushed my come covered rod against her loosened
asshole.  Ms. Darcy slid herself down on me while I stayed
perfectly still, marveling in how tight her bud was.  "Oh
yeah.  Hmmmm.  Now move it!  There we go.  Keep going
Karl.  Oh, oh, oh yes, Fuck me harder with your dick. 
Thrust baby, thrust.  Oh it burns, it burns so good. 
Jefferson touch my pussy."
	Her husband leaned forward and complied.  She began
thrashing wildly on my burried dick, her muscles squeezing
me for all I had.  I couldn't take anymore and I let out a
groan and flooded her bowels with my sperm but that didn't
stop her from jamming her little ass harder and harder
around my softening cock.  She continued to fuck her own
ass with every ounce of energy she had, while screaming
for more.   Finally she ended her orgasm and fell face
forward onto the bed resting between my legs, my dick just
barely out of her jism filled butthole.
	After a few minutes, she climbed out from between my
legs and turned around laying down between me and her
husband.  The three of us drifted off to sleep.



