Chapter 10

Bill could see Susan’s ass clenching in the mirror, framed by the garter belt, her shivering curved ass cheeks started Bill’s prick pounding even harder, the pulsations matching her rocking rhythms.

He ran his fingers over the cleft of her ass, enjoying the feel of her full buttocks under his palms, touching the bud opening of her ass.

Like she had been goosed with an electric cattle prod, Susan jumped, her rhythmic rocking halted, as his finger rubbed gently at the puckered opening. He rubbed his finger in a circular motion as he felt her body loose its rigidity, then her rocking motion picked up again, at a slightly faster pace, perspiration droplets spraying from her quivering tits.

Bill felt the oily liquid swishing from Susan’s cunt, dipping a finger, transferred her cunt juice to her asshole, rubbing it into the puckering bud.

His finger dipped again and again into the oily juice of her cunt, until her asshole was dripping wet with slime from her pussy, then with one last dip into her cunt, he wet his finger to the second knuckle, pressing it against her asshole. His finger wormed inside to the second joint and Susan went mad.

Her body rocked with frenzy as she tried to grind her cunt tighter onto his prick, her cunt hair matting against his belly, while her ass poked back as she arched her back.

His wriggling finger up her ass while his cock filled her cunt started her shivering. He pressed harder, his palm flat to her bottom, his finger thrust the last inch into her ass and he rotated his hand, his finger deep in her puckered asshole.

His palm rubbed the smooth round globular cheek of her ass, his forefinger deep into her asshole, his middle finger dipping into the channel of her ass, feeling his own prick slithering up her cunt.

Her resulting orgasm was so intense that he could not only feel her cunt writhe around his cock, milking it, but her asshole also convulsed tightly around his deep sunk finger.

“Ohhhh ... Ohhh ... Ohh,” her voiced raised higher and higher as she gushed juices from her cunt, her orgasm shaking her tiny trim body.

Betty giggled, “Well, Bill may have been showing Susan his computer in the den, but that’s the sound of fucking, and I think Bill’s done showing her his computer, and now he’s showing her his prick, don’t you know.”

Lisa laughed at Betty, “If he’s showing her his prick, then she’s showing him her pussy. Too bad nobody here want’s to see mine, because for two cents, I’d show it.”

Harry’s hand drew two bright shining pennies from his pocket and tossed them on the carpet in front of the sensuous blonde housewife.

“Here’s two cents.”

“I’ll wait for Polly and Bull first, then I’ll show you.”

At the peak of Susan’s convulsions, Bill’s cock began spurting cum, squelching in her pussy, shooting jet after jet of thick creamy juice into her belly, triggering another orgasm from her tense body.

“OH OOOhhhh... , “ her voice almost screamed her satisfaction. Her body shuddered again, then collapsed over Bill. Her lips soft against his as she nestled to him as he caressed her silky back and ass.

Bull’s fingers triggered the last three buttons opening Polly’s blouse to the waist, pulling the ends of the material from her skirt, pulling the blouse off over the top of her head, her arms raising to help him rid her of the clothing.

Polly’s boobs, rose from her chest in twin peaks, encased in a beige colored brassiere, truly awesome in size. Bull lifted her upper torso slightly, fumbling in the back for the catch, his attempts to open the hidden catch were obstructed by Polly’s giggles and wriggles.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do Bull, but my bra is fastened in front,” she giggled at his thick fingers trying to find a catch in back.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” Bull said, disgustedly, finding the catch at the front of her bra, releasing the material covering her mounds.

The catch open, Polly’s huge tits sprung free from her bra, standing proudly from her rib cage, nipples the size of Bull’s thumbs peaking the soft mounds.

“Hooray,” George cried, “them’s what I call tits!”

Bull’s fingers slowly moved to caress the softly moving mounds, this thumbs moving over the crinkled skin of her nipples, drawing the skin tighter and making each erect nipple swell and grow harder with each touch, while Polly’s head moved in his lap slowly, pressing her ebony hair against his over heated groin.

After a few seconds, Polly spun over on her tummy, her weight resting on her elbows as her hands darted to his belt buckle.

“My turn now,” Polly giggled impishly, “Now I get to see what’s been poking me in the back of my head.” Her fingers flew to his buckle, drawing the leather through the metal, opening the metal catch at the top of his slacks, fumbling with the zipper, drawing it down full length.

Her hand dove into the opening, wriggling inside his shorts, grasping and pulling at his cock, pulling it free to stand in his lap.

“My gawd,” Betty’s awed voice exclaimed in her very British accent, “no wonder they call you Bull. You’re hung like a big Spanish steer. Are you sure you don’t have a little black blood in you, brother?”

Lisa giggled at Betty’s open mouthed stare. Her own hand busy caressing Harry’s male member through the material of Harry’s slacks.

“George,” Betty looked at her date, “if you had a cock like that, I’d marry you! They don’t have anything like that in London!”

Betty,” George replied, “if you’d show me your English ass, my cock would get even bigger than that.”

“Oh goody,” Lisa giggled, “show and tell time folks. You tell what part you want to see, and the person has to show.”

“In that case, if I have my choice, I’d like to see Betty’s English ass. It sure looks good, all curved up and over, with her lying there on the floor,” Harry’s voice almost shouted.

The two lovers in the bedroom, lay entwined, legs sprawled over the bed, breathing slowing after their sexual session.

“I never had anyone do that to me before,” Her muffled voice whispered into his ear, “I got off like a skyrocket. I didn’t know if I liked it or not when you started rubbing me there, but when you had your finger inside my ass and wiggled it, I started coming like a buzz saw.”

“At least I’m not mad at anyone anymore. I’m just glad I got my belly full of your hot cream ... aand I’m so relaxed now, not uptight at all. hank you, Bill. I’m going to thank Lisa too, and tell Bull I’m not mad at him anymore.”

“Hell, I’m not shy, I’m just drunk and horny,” Betty giggled, “anybody want’s to see my English ass can see my English ass anytime they ask!”

Her sleek body rose to a sitting position on the carpet, her hands to the hem of her dress, skinning it up and off her body to toss it to the side. The black beauty wasn’t wearing a bra, and only her wispy panties covered her highly arched ass.