Kelly was in seventh heaven. Now that all her foolishness had been fucked out of her, she thoroughly enjoyed sharing Tom and Mr. Hartman with Tracy. To make the new pleasure last longer, she called her mother and reported that she and Tom had decided to keep Tracy with them indefinitely. Mrs. Blake was greatly relieved to know that her daughter was doing well.
They were both doing very well, as far as cock was concerned. Many a day they laughed and giggled about how things had developed in their lives. It was so exciting to fuck their men, especially since Tom didn't know Kelly was getting laid by Mr. Hartman, and Kelly pretended not to know how often Tom screwed Tracy.
Sometimes there was a threesome between Tom, Kelly and Tracy – a real hot night. And sometimes there was a threesome between Mr. Hartman, Kelly and Tracy. In each case, the girls got lots of cock and plenty of orgasms. It was too good to last.
The shit hit the fan the day Tom came home early. He found his wife and his kid sister-in-law on his bed with Sam Hartman. They were all stark-naked. Sam was flat on his back. Tracy was humping up and down on his cock. Kelly was sitting on his face, writhing her pussy on his shafting tongue.
"What the fuck?" Tom blurted.
The trio flew away from one another so fast that the girls fell off the bed. Kelly scrambled back up onto the bed and clutched a sheet to her jutting tits.
"Tom!" she gasped.
Tom's face got red with anger and he looked like he wanted to attack Sam. It was Tracy who saved the day.
She scrambled to her feet and pranced up to Tom. "Now, don't get mad," she said, rubbing his crotch with one hand.
"Mad?" Tom erupted. "What the fuck is he doing here? With my wife! And my sister-in-law!"
Sam sat up, as dignified as he could manage. "Let's discuss this rationally," he said. "Like men."
"I'll discuss it with this!" Tom howled, raising a fist in the air.
But busy little Tracy really had everything under control. She unzipped Tom's fly and brought his hot prick out. She caressed it gingerly for a moment then said, "Don't get mad, Tom. That's for squares. Look how sexy Kelly is. Do you blame him for wanting to fuck her? And me. You wanted to fuck me. Why shouldn't he? Come on, be nice. Mr. Hartman is really a very nice man."
"Sure, I am," Sam agreed.
Tracy took Tom's rigid fuck-pole into her wet mouth and sucked on it so hard that she got his undivided attention. He looked down at her pretty head and watched her sexy mouth slide wetly on his thick fucker. Her little tongue swirled.
"God damn!" Tom groaned.
Kelly took the cue. She turned to Sam and whispered, "Leave him to us."
She jumped off the bed and joined her kid sister at Tom's throbbing cock. She dropped to her knees next to Tracy and licked at Tom's cockshaft as Tracy sucked his cockhead. Then they traded places on his prick – and their mouths tormented him.
Overwhelmed by their horny mouths, Tom's anger quickly turned to lust. He fell back against the wall and thrust his cock at his wife and sister-in-law, aching for the blow-job now.
Tracy waited until she felt his hot nuts tighten up against the thick base of his cock. When he was that close to shooting his load, she stopped sucking his prick and peered up at him.
"It isn't fair that Mr. Hartman ain't getting any," she purred cutely. "Why don't you let Kelly go over and fuck him? I'll blow you good."
"I don't give a fuck!" Tom groaned. "Just suck me off!"
Kelly ran, giggling, to the bed and she attacked Sam's stiff cock. Tracy resumed her saucy blow-job, and Tom's knees quivered as her mouth pleased his prick. When he saw Sam Hartman climb onto Kelly's naked, writhing body and stick his cock into her tight cunt, he busted his nuts in Tracy's sucking, leeching young mouth.
His eyes burned into the man who was hotly fucking Kelly, and he fucked all of his prick into Tracy's mouth and shot his load. Huge wads of cockcream gushed out of his piss-hole, down her throat, and she gulped and gulped.
After he got his rocks off, Tracy stood up with him and put an arm around him and watched Kelly get screwed by Sam's massive cock.
"Isn't she beautiful when she's fucking?" Tracy purred.
Tom looked at her, then back to the fucking couple on the hot bed. "Yeah. I guess you're right."
"Of course, I'm right!" Tracy laughed. "Ain't I pretty when I fuck?"
"Let's find out," Tom chuckled and pulled her down on the floor.
Tracy giggled excitedly and stretched her pretty legs real wide for him. She gazed up at him with her baby-blue eyes and purred, "Will you eat my pussy first?"
Tom chuckled deep in his throat and went down on her with pleasure. He got on his elbows between her curvy young thighs and lashed her cunt with his horny tongue until she was whimpering for more. Then he fucked all of his tongue into her tight, wet cunt-hole and got her off a good one.
In her throes of passion, she cried out something she shouldn't have.
"Oh, Tommmmmm," she wailed. "You eat pussy so good! Ummmm, I haven't had it this good since Mrs. Hartman ate me!"
All action stopped.
"Mrs. Hartman?" Sam yelped.
Then Kelly gasped the name, then Tom. Tracy suddenly felt very foolish. Kelly and Sam came off the bed and surrounded the poor girl.
"Why did you tell?" Kelly wanted to know. "I didn't mean to!" Tracy cried. "I couldn't help myself!"
"What's this about my wife?" Sam demanded to know.
It all came out, not only about Jean Hartman eating Tracy's lovely little cunt, but how she extoned Kelly's pussy, too.
"Why that bitch!" Sam erupted. "That horny son-of-a-bitch! I wonder how long she's been doing this?"
Kelly caressed his prick. "Now, Mr. Hartman, don't you go getting mad. You're as horny as she is. So what? She's a very fine lady, and I don't think we should embarrass her in any way."
"Right!" Tracy agreed.
"Let's fuck," Tom said to Tracy.
She giggled and grabbed his cock, and drew it to her open, wet pussy. He pushed all of it into her tight cunt and fucked her brains out.
Kelly sat on Sam's big prick and got her cookies several times before he shot a load of thick jism into her pussy. Jean Hartman was forgotten during the orgy.
Afterwards, Sam turned to Tom and said, "I said I'm a nice guy. I meant it. And I've been thinking. Now that we're all friends, I don't think you should have to work in that crummy factory for peanuts any more. I'll double your salary if you'll be my chauffeur."
"What? Are you kidding me? Double? To drive that sleek Lincoln out there?"
"That's right. What do you say?"
"Oh, Tom!" Kelly shrieked. "That's wonderful!"
"I'll take it!" Tom barked, grinning from ear to ear.
"Ohhh, Mr. Hartman," Kelly bubbled over. "Thank you, thank you!" And she kissed him hotly on the mouth.
"Well, I've got something for you, too," he said. "From now on, you're my private secretary, at twice your pay."
Everybody got very excited about this turn of events. Everybody except Tracy. She looked sad.
"What about me?" she said.
Tom and Sam looked at each other and seemed to read each other's mind. They grinned like lechers, and suddenly grabbed Tracy and lifted her up and threw her on the bed. The both of them jumped her, laughing.
"You get fucked a lot!" Sam chuckled.
"Yeah!" Tom laughed.
Sam drilled his prick into her tight little cunt, and Tom shoved his prick into her sexy young mouth. With her holes filled by cock, Tracy had no time to feel sorry for herself. She was on top of the world as she came like crazy for the horny men.
A phone call interrupted the festivities for a while. It was Jean Hartman, asking about Sam. She told Kelly she was sure the bastard was there, fucking her.
"Remind him he's supposed to take me to the opera tonight," she said.
"Oh, shit," Sam muttered. "I forgot!"
"Ohh, don't go!" Tracy cried. Sam thought a minute. "Maybe I won't have to go," he said with a sly grin on his face. He reached into his pocket and produced a set of keys. He passed them to Tom and said, "You're my new chauffeur, you take the bitch to the opera for me."
Kelly went back to the phone and said, "Your chauffeur will be there promptly to pick you up."
"What chauffeur?" Jean wanted to know.
She found out just ten minutes later. When she saw Tom, her eyes gave him the once over.
"Where did Sam find you?" she asked. As he was driving her, he said, "I'm Kelly's husband."
"Oh, I see," Jean said, smiling to herself.
"No, you don't," Tom said eyeing her through the rearview mirror. "Sam didn't give me this job so he could bang my wife while I'm away. He gave it to me because I'm letting him fuck Kelly."
"You are?" Jean piped, eyebrows up.
"Why not? She digs his cock. And so does Tracy. But don't worry. I'm sure the girls will save some pussy for you."
Jean was silent a moment, just a moment. "I think you're suffering from delusions, too, young man," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"You think I'm a lesbian."
"You eat pussy," Tom said.
"So what? I eat cock, too."
"You do?"
"Stop this damned car and come back here with me," she ordered authoritatively.
Tom parked the car and got in the back seat with the refined, elegant-looking lady. She pushed him back onto the seat and unzipped his pants. He stared wide-eyed as she freed his rising hard-on and kissed it into stiffness. He groaned when she took it into her mouth and sucked it hornily for him.
She licked her way up and down his thick cockshaft and twirled her tongue around his cockhead as she whacked his prick with a tight fist. His cock reached extreme proportions for her, and by the time she was finished with him, he no longer believed she was a lesbian – just a horny old lady.
After she sucked the jism up out of his hot nuts, she had him eat her cunt. It was a well trimmed, perfumed pussy that really turned Tom on. This lady sure knew bow to take care of her cunt. It was beautiful and a joy to eat.
Once she had come, Jean returned to his prick, to Tom's complete surprise, and she got it extra-hard again. Then she had Tom fuck her wildly. It had to be a wild fuck because Jean knew how to use the muscles in her pussy to good advantage. Her cunt sacked him off like a horny mouth.
He busted his balls and shot a fiery load of jism into her pussy for her, and she loved it. She jerked and jumped on the car seat and came hotly on his spitting, gushing prick. When he was finished, she wasn't.
"Never mind the opera," she said. "Take me home. I want to show you our rumpus room." Once there, she fucked his brains out.
The Hartman home was a luxurious place, complete with a huge outdoor swimming pool. Jean showed Tom through all the rooms, then around the grounds. He was greatly impressed with the rumpus room, though.
"This room is fantastic," he said. "I'll bet you throw lots of parties in here."
"We used to have juicy parties here," Jean informed him.
"Used to?"
"Yes. Sam started cheating and ruined the whole thing. He started taking after the cute chicks in his office and leaving me out. I was left to grab a pussy whenever I could."
Tom smiled. "There's no reason for him to cheat now. I have an idea. Why don't I go home and bring all of them here for a party? Let's get it on and stop this sneaking around."
"Why, Tom, that's a marvelous idea! Do it!" Tom had all he could do to stay within the speed limits as he drove to his house. He burst in on Sam, Tracy and Kelly, who were on the living room floor in a most exciting position.
Sam was on his back. Kelly was sitting on his prick, riding up and down on it, moaning loudly and mauling her own tits, with her head thrown back in ecstasy. Tracy was in ecstasy, too, grinding her pussy into Sam's horny mouth.
Unable to speak at the moment, Tom went over and opened his pants. He pulled his growing prick out, and stuffed it into Tracy's gaping mouth. She got it real hard before she sucked it in earnest.
She played with his balls and licked his fuckrod into stiffness, then she moaned, cumming on Sam's drilling tongue, and she sucked Tom off. He arched his back, grunted like a wounded animal, and shot a big load of jism down her gulping young throat.
He came, Sam came, Tracy came, and Kelly came. The room filled with the sounds of orgiastic pleasure, men groaning and girls moaning and whimpering and laughing hotly.
Then Tom told them the good news.
"I told the horny bitch everything," he informed them. "You have quite a lady there, Sam. She told me about your old sex parties. I've never been to a sex party. Neither has Kelly, and I'm sure Tracy hasn't. Come on, what do you say? Want to open your home to us?"
"Let's go!" Sam laughed.
It was quite a special treat for Tom, Tracy, and Kelly. Rich folks like Sam and Jean had all sorts of sex – toys to lay with in their rumpus room – big dildos, sex movies on a huge screen, adult games to play, and even the billiard table was used only for fucking. Tracy looked beautiful on it when Tom fucked her there.
Later, when Tom was screwing Jean, and Sam was fucking Kelly, Tracy pranced into the big kitchen and prepared a silver tray full of snacks. She carried the tray into the rumpus room and served everybody. Jean was impressed, watching her cute naked ass wiggle around the room.
After the orgy, Jean said, "I have another idea. Kelly is now Sam's private secretary, and Tom is his chauffeur. That kind of leaves Tracy out."
"That's what I said!" Tracy bubbled.
"Well, I have something for you, kitten. You can be my personal maid. How would you like that? A live-in maid."
Tracy saw the woman's hot eyes on her furry young pussy, and she smiled. "I'd like that a lot."
It was settled then. And Tracy became the Hartman maid. The very next day, Jean had Tom drive her and Tracy into town where Jean bought her new maid a pretty little uniform, complete with white cap and cute apron.
Of course, Tracy had to model it for Jean when they got home, and that was fun. She looked cute in the outfit, with her proud tits jutting so sharply and her pretty legs naked beneath a short black skirt. In time, however, most of the uniform disappeared. Jean loved it when Tracy showed up in the morning with her breakfast tray in nothing but the little white apron. Then she had Tracy for breakfast.
From then on, there was an orgy every weekend at the Hartman house, sometimes by the pool, often in the rumpus room. And, in time, new members joined the sex parties.
There was only one rule with the fucking four. No old friends. They had to be new ones. Fresh blood. So when Jean met an elderly gentleman at a club, she brought him home. When Tom flirted with a chick on the street and was able to screw her in the back seat, he brought her to the sex parties.
When Sam finally got into the pants of Sally and Elaine at the office, they joined the growing group. It was up to Kelly to recruit Tina. That was easy enough. After a movie one night, she discovered that Tina had a penchant for pussy-licking. So they did sixty-nine, then Kelly got her to the parties.
As for Tracy, she was roller-skating one sunny afternoon in her little skating skirt, wearing no panties under it, when the two men tried to coax her into their car. She simply flirted with them and enticed them to follow her home. There, she fucked them both.
The Hartman house was again a horny house.