A Neighborhood Party

CHAPTER ONE-2

"Oooohhh," she moaned suddenly as her mind returned to reality. Harry's hand had reached her buttocks again and he had run the tips of his fingers feather-like down the full length of the soft-white crevice sending chills of sensation rippling across her skin. "Are you crazy, man? You want to be eaten alive?"

"Eaten, yes baby, but not alive," he joked, twitching his fingers again into the slightly squirming crevice. "But don't get impatient, we'll come to that."

"Well, you just stop it and get me another drink. We've got some planning to do. You've gotten me all excited over our new victims and I want to hear your bright little plan to bridge this social gap you think exists."

"Just don't you worry, my little pet, I've got it all figured. Been thinking about it since that punk gave me the old brush-off yesterday. I think we might even be able to work it so they'll be our little donation to the club. You know we're due to cough up another couple next month and we haven't even started on it yet."

"That's right," Marsha frowned. "It is our turn. Has it been three months since we brought in Sue and Charley?"

"It sure has and you know the rules, bring in a couple every three months or you're out for good. We haven't been working on it. Here, give me your glass and let me fill it while I lay out the plan for you."

"Harry Burns," Marsha chided, "I think you're out of your mind. Even if you do con her into bed with you, which I doubt, unless you rape her, I don't think you'd ever get a couple like that to go along with a group swap. They're just too young and naive. Why, I bet they haven't even been married a year."

"Right you are, baby," Harry said as he rose to mix more drinks. "But that's the kind that when they fall, they fall hard. It'll be fun trying anyway even if we don't succeed and we will. Have you ever seen old Harry fail yet, baby?"

"No, I guess not," Marsha had to admit. He just seemed to have a way with him that brought him anything he wanted. Women were always repulsed by him at first just as she had been in the beginning, but sooner or later, he worked a way to get to them. And God help them once he did, she mused.

"Make mine a double this time, lover, I think I'm going to need it to keep from crying over the fate you've got planned for this poor little girl next door."

"Poor little girl, my tail." Harry responded sarcastically from behind the bar. "Have you seen that set of boobs she carries around in front of her? Man I can't wait to get my teeth into those."

"Well, don't get overly excited and bite them off." Marsha retorted, a bored tone in her voice. "That's known as the crime of mayhem."

"Mayhem, scayhem," laughed Harry. "It just might be worth ninety days in the hoosegow to get a nibble at those. I'd be willing to risk it anyway."

"Oh, shut up and bring my drink. I hate to see you get worked up this way over some other little slut and then take it out on me all afternoon. Come on and tell me this plan of yours so I can get worked up, too. You know, I just might enjoy teaching that poor innocent young boy a thing or two. I feel most motherly every time I see him."

"You're not that old, chicken," he laughed, walking to the window again with the full glasses in his hands. "Man-o-man, look at that tight little ass almost hanging out of those shorts. There oughta be a law against that."

"Harry! Get away from that window," Marsha scolded again. "You've got all you can handle at home right now. As soon as you deliver him to me then you can have all of that you can get, but not until then. I'm a very jealous wife, remember."

"OK, OK, if you want to be a kill-joy and take away the few pleasures a man my age has left in this life, then be a b***h. I'll just have to settle for you this afternoon."

"Harry," Marsha smiled at him demurely. "Let's take these drinks to the bedroom, shall we?"

"Why, you little w***e!" Harry smiled, following behind her down the hallway. "You're about the most selfish thing alive. You always come first. You drug me away from that window for your own selfish designs, I might have known."

"I don't see you lagging far behind, my love." Marsha cooed, turning just inside the door and peeling her robe from her body seductively and dropping it to her feet. "Of course, if you'd rather not... "

"Let's not be too hasty now," Harry replied quickly, his face flushing slightly as his eyes locked on his wife's full well-tanned body. "I think we can work something out between us without too much fuss and bother."

Marsha smiled at him coyly and did a small pirouette in the center of the room before she walked softly to the huge double king sized bed and lay down full in the center of it, spreading her limbs in a wide crucifixion position. She smiled lazily up at him without a word, just a seductive smile playing across her lips. Harry's breath sucked in slightly from the sudden excitement of the pose she had taken.

Damn, he thought, There's just no one else like her. His eyes, for the millionth time in their eight years of marriage, played over full well-rounded curves and sent tiny ripples of desire running swiftly over the sensitive nerve-ends of his skin. His eyes roamed over the naked contours stretched out in anticipation before him. They stopped for a moment on the high-set round breasts that were set closely together, leaving room for the narrowest of valleys running between their magnificent firmness. He never failed to marvel at how they kept their shape at all times, in spite of their size. This possibly was the reason for her lead position in the chorus line at Vegas where he had first seen her and decided that he had to have her. Well, he had, and it had lasted a long time. He had shed his second wife with a quickie Nevada divorce and they were married a few months later. Nothing had changed since then and he still marveled at her each and every time he saw her in the nude. She was holding up pretty well for a thirty-one-year-old and if he weren't such a lecherous bastard, he mused silently to himself, he would never have had to step out of the house. She was enough for any one man. His eyes flicked lower to the enticingly rounded, ivory-sheened lips that led to the delicious sweep of long, gradually rounded thighs. Between her slightly spread legs he could see clearly through the soft pubic hair covering her loins the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit glistening wetly in the dim light seeping through the curtains.

"Well, lover, are you going to stand there all day? Hand me my drink and get naked, Marsha teased at him, fully aware of the effect the licentious position of her body was having on him. She squirmed her buttocks down into the mattress, enjoying the power she was exerting over him by the lewd exhibition of her body and watching with secret satisfaction the changing expressions flickering across his lips.

"You little prick-tease," Harry half growled, "You've gotten yourself a pile of trouble now and you just might not get out of it until tomorrow morning, if then."

He handed her the double gin and set his own on the table by the bed, pulling at the same time at his clothes. It took only a moment for them to fall quickly to the floor where he left them lying in a disorganized heap. He stood for a moment at the edge of the bed looking down at her naked form, spread waiting on the bed. His long, thick p***s stood out rigid beneath the slight paunch he was developing. Marsha had risen to one elbow to take a long sip from the tall drink and was looking directly at his hardness.

"Mmmmm," she said softly for effect, as she brought the glass down from her lips. "That didn't take long."

"No Ma'am. Old Daddy is ready, right now. Open 'em wide, honey, I'm coming in fast." He grinned down at her taking the glass from her hand.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Marsha mockingly screamed as she rolled out of the way of his leap onto the bed. "You were going to fire me up a little bit by telling me what you were going to do to that little blonde thing next door!"

"Oh, baby, come on," Harry good-naturedly pleaded. He knew it was a game and they played it often. He was ready now but knew she liked to be coaxed a little before the action began.

"Nope, no story, no nookie." She said, squirming seductively just out of arm's reach across the bed.

"OK, OK, if that's the way you want it. I'll tell you how you're going to get your share too. Is that a deal?"

"Is it a deal!" She smiled, moving over close to him and stretching the full length of her body tightly against him. "That's the best part of the deal."

"Well, it just might take you awhile to recover from what you're going to get in a second so I'll wait a few days to put it into effect."

"Don't you worry about me," His wife nuzzled against his ear. "You can bring him on this afternoon after I've taken you on if you like. You never could stay long enough to make me beg for mercy."

"We'll see about that later." he grinned over at her, taking her hand and pushing it down around the thickness of his upstanding p***s. She began to stroke and then to massage it, rubbing the skin back and forth and then slipping her hand to his balls, cradling their softness in her palm. Harry groaned and gritted his teeth at her gentle ministrations of his testicles and p***s.

"Do you want to hear that story or not?" he sputtered as she gave a gentle squeeze that sent shivers down his spine.

"Mmmmm," she answered softly, "just amusing myself in the meantime."

"Well," Harry ground his teeth again and began. "I figure the way to get her is through him. If we can get him in a position where he has to go along with it then we've got it made."

"And just how do you propose to do that?" his wife asked softly, continuing the gentle stroking of the loose foreskin up and down the full length of his rod.

"That's going to be your job. I did manage to get out of him that his wife is going to her mother's for a few days starting tomorrow and I thought we might get him out for dinner and a few drinks and let you go to work on him. I can work out an excuse to get lost so he won't suspect anything and you can take it from there. Show him the "Playpen" downstairs, that always works."

"Mmmm, I like. Gives me a chance to show my talents-and satisfy my maternal instincts all at the same time," she crooned gently. "Darling, for this you get a reward while you tell me how you think you can get him out with us if he's got the superiority bit about him."

His wife moved down the bed, trailing the soft moistness of her lips down across the soft flabbiness of his stomach. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his c**k that reached yearningly up toward the ceiling. Suddenly, she was hovering on all fours with her face poised just above it until he could feel the hot air from her breath blowing close against it.

"Go on with the story, Darling," she cooed softly, "I'm waiting."

"And," Harry swallowed deeply as his wife haunched on all fours over his loins, stroked his hardness first with one hand and then between both of them at the same time, "You'll get him in the sack with you ooooh."

He groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily as the warm moistness of her open lips closed over the throbbing, sensitive head of his c**k.

"And, ooh, he'll be throwing it to you, oooh," he moaned again, reaching down and tangling his hands tightly in her hair to guide the rhythm of her bobbing head below. He lifted his head slightly from the pillow to watch her contorted face. It made the sensation that much more exciting when he could see the thickness of his rod buried between her sucking lips.

"Go-wa on-a," she mumbled around his plunging instrument, struggling to get the words out and at the same time increase the twirling of her tongue around the moist stickiness of the blood-inflated head.

"f**k it, you can wait to hear the goddamn story," Harry growled as she began to suck a little harder. "You just suck it baby, and Daddy'll tell you all about it later."

He looked at the mirror on the wall facing the bed so he could get a good profile look at his wife's face as his hardening shaft began to saw rhythmically in and out of her ovaled mouth. The very sight of it caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face until in the mirror it looked as though he were sinking the full length of it all the way down her throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening protruding from between her lips.

Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick on the outstroke was making the head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside. He watched, hypnotized in the mirror, watching the flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the flesh of his prick as she sucked hungrily, her mind caught up in the task with all her concentration. Her breasts jerked and danced below her pumping torso, adding to the lust-inciting picture presented to him in the glass.

"Suck it, baby, suck it," he hissed, dropping his head back heavily on the pillow and pretending for the moment it were the blonde in the tight shorts next door. Goddamn, he'd like to have her like this, ramming it deep in her throat. By God, he'd shove it all the way down to her tonsils when he did get her. He'd pump his hot sperm all the way down- her throat and into that white little belly of hers until she burst.

"Come on, baby, come on," he grunted as his wife slaved below, her body beginning to glisten from the tiny droplets of sweat forming over her skin. He felt like pissing as he felt the pressure growing in his balls. He knew it wouldn't be long now. His c**k felt like it was filled with lead and ready to explode like the popping of a giant balloon that when it went would spew its insides for miles in all directions. He shoved his loins hard up against her face, hearing her protesting mumble that went unheeded in his quest for the final end of this torture that was building – building - building until all at once he felt the white hot stream begin deep in his balls and race steam-like the length of his plunging c**k. He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though being tortured by fire.

His c**k began a sudden wild staccato jerking that flooded without warning his wife's wildly sucking mouth with gust after gust of the white-hot sperm, bloating her cheeks outward with each bullet-like spurt until she swallowed to keep from choking, mewling and crooning at his thrusting loins.

"Don't stop, baby, keep sucking, keep sucking!" he gasped as his hands tangled tighter in her hair, convulsively ramming his cork farther and farther down her throat. She went on sucking wildly as he continued shooting his load deep, deep into her mouth.

With one last earth-shattering groan, he emptied the last of his sperm into her lips but she went on nibbling gently, sucking every last drop from the spurting gland.

Gradually, the satiated p***s deflated in her mouth. Harry threw his arms out to the side in exhaustion, a great sigh of relief escaping from his lips. She lay for awhile with her head on his thigh, still nibbling gently at the limp, useless p***s in front of her and then she crawled up over his belly and kissed him hard on the lips.

"What happened to my story, lover?" she teased softly, smiling down at him with a slight sparkle of triumph in her eyes.

"Why you little b***h! You had that planned all along, didn't you?" Harry half growled, half groaned. "Imagine picking on a guy ten years older than you."

"You'll have your chance to get even, dear, I'll see to that in a few minutes. Now tell me the happy ending about how you'll talk Mr. Big next door into coming out for dinner."

"Simple, love, I'll do a little shifting of my funds. We have so much money invested in stocks his boss old man Jordan'll do anything I say to get it. He can't very well turn down a dinner invitation with a client, can he?"

"My you are clever," his wife teased as she reached her hand down and felt him hardening again. "And, an insatiable old bastard too," she grinned, feeling the moisture rising between her thighs. She knew it was going to be a long, delicious night and she smiled silently to herself in anticipation.