I'll admit we girls were merciless teasing them and harrassing the boys from behind while they did the dishes. We were kissing them on the necks, stealing money from their pockets and otherwise being pests. Frank finally turned around and grabbed Lydia in a big bear hug and huge kiss. Carl was not to be outdone and next thing I knew I was off my feet with Carl's hand on my fanny pressing me against him and a deep deep kiss. It was making me wet and I could feel his arousal through all those clothes. I could picture him heading off to church with a big hardon, poor boy.

But I could see Carl was not looking at me and, following his eyes, I glanced over at Frank and Lydia. His hand had disappeared under her blouse! Fine thing for a Sunday morning! Lydia was really uncomfortable and I could hear her horse whisper, "Frank, not here! Frank!" He replied, "You started it!" But she was melting and not really trying to stop him. Soon they were locked in a deep kiss again as he played in her underthings.

Next thing I felt was Carl kissing my neck as he set me on the edge of the dining room table. When he reached under my skirt, my panties were soaked already. Then both boys started to take off our blouses. "You started it; you started it," seemed to be the only excuse they could think of. Lydia and I panicked simultaneously and broke free to run squealing into the living room. But by then it was a game and we girls lost as our clothes were ripped off us.

I was so hot I didn't care any more. Lydia was parked on the sofa with both feet touching the floor, her skirt pushed up over her waist, panties nowhere near and her legs wide open. She was beautiful, a natural blonde as it turned out. Frank was eating her pussy and eventually worked his way up to her nipples. She was writhing in ecstasy but had the sense to slip out of her skirt. Seeing Frank enter her was an event I had never witnessed before. Where there was almost no opening, suddenly his cock was swallowed whole in a gaping hole. With every stroke, her pussy seemed to pull in and out like a little kid eating a popsickle.

Carl and I both watched in fascination before we landed on the floor with Carl's fingers deep in my body and one of my breasts in his mouth. He is so good that way; he had found my g-spot though nobody even knew the term then. He always made me cum before he satisfied himself and we both came together next. When he put his cock on my clit I was already having spasms and it sent me over the top screaming. He didn't have much staying power that day but I needed him to cum in me and cum hard. He plunged into me and after five minutes of glorious, dangerous, naughty sex, I let out a huge moan and felt his sex explode within me.

When I opened my eyes, beautiful Frank and beautiful Lydia were standing over us watching, their full frontal nudity seeming like the perfect thing for a bright, blue Sunday morning. Wet juices were running down the inside of her leg. Church did not seem like the perfect thing and we made the appropriate excuses the next week.

The Breakfast Club, as we came to call it, met from time to time, while we were stationed together, always on Sunday morning. Scrambled eggs turned into omelets - jelly, cheese, ham, olives and so on. The fillings in our pleasure omelet were more interesting, too, as time went on.

“Why?” I asked.

She blushed and hid her face against my chest. “I have this fantasy sometimes …”

“Tell me.”

“I go to the game and then afterwards, you guys take me someplace and I get drunk and you make me strip in front of your friends …and they masturbate while they look at my breasts.”

The thought of her flashing those fabulous jugs in front of my buddies did give me kind of thrill. I knew the guys would go nuts if something like that happened. And the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on. I knew it would give her a thrill to show off her tits like that and I’d been bragging for a long time how great they were to my buddies. Hmmm.

About a week later, we had another game at the park and we won by a couple of points. Afterward, since it was Al’s birthday, we went to his house to celebrate. Joy went with us, of course and Al made a pitcher of “Zombies” for everybody. It wasn’t long before we were all feeling pretty good, especially Joy, who never drinks much. Somehow she had managed to down two of those damn things and was fairly plastered. You can always tell when my wife is drunk, she gets this “fuck me” look in her eyes that drives guys nuts.

We were still wearing our shorts and t-shirts which by now we’re pretty rank so we ditched the shirts. As the evening wore on, somebody, Al, I think wanted a picture of the team wearing just their jockstraps. He wanted to put it on his internet site. We all laughed about it, and then decided to do it. With Joy watching we dumped out shorts and stood there in jock-straps while she took our picture out by Al’s pool. After she took the pictures everybody dived into the water and we cooled off for awhile. When we went back into the house to watch ESPN, none of us wanted to put our sweaty shorts back on over our wet jocks, so we just walked around with our asses hanging out. Joy kidded us about it, but it was clear she was a little embarrassed and a little turned on.

Later, I was talking to Al and I asked him what he wanted for his birthday, since I hadn’t brought anything with me.

“Look, buddy, just between us, and no offense, but what I would like is a good look at your wife’s tits.”

We laughed, but when I looked across the room at my wife I felt a pulsing between my legs.

I took Joy into the kitchen and started making out with her. I had my hand underneath her blouse, playing with her boobs through her bra, working my thumb inside the C cups that held her twin 38’s so I could tease her nipples.

“Those guys would die if they could see these babies …see big they are, how thick your nipples are …they’d get instant hard-ons.”

She groaned at the thought I put in her head. “I’d like to see their dicks all big and hard …” she whispered. “Shake my tits in front of them so they wanna jack off.”

She arched her back and pushed her tits in my face and moaned.

“Listen, uh …Al told me what he wants for his birthday.”

She rubbed my hard cock through my jock. “What …”

“He wants to see your tits …”

Joy smiled, thinking he was joking. “Oooh, how naughty, bring him in, I’ll suck his cock.”

“No, seriously. That’s what he wants for his birthday.”

Joy stared at him, realizing he was serious. “What did you tell him?” she asked, her feline eyes heavy and filled with lust.

“I told him it was okay with me if it was okay with you.”

She gasped. “Really?”

I nodded. “We’re all friends. What the hell. You wanna?”

She groaned and buried her face against my chest. I slipped my hand around to squeeze her firm, rounded buttocks.

“Should I?” she asked, her voice muffled against my chest.

“If you want to.” I answered. She looked up at me.

“Will you hate me afterwards?”

I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”

“You’re really hard …is it turning you on …thinking about me showing my tits?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know …kind of. Yeah.”

“Ooooh, that is so hot. What would I do, strip for him, or all the guys?”

I shrugged again. “All of ‘em I guess.”

She rubbed my cock up and down with her hand. “Would they jack off while I did it?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Would you do it, too? Jack off while I showed your friends my tits and my ass?”

She was really rubbing my cock, now. My voice cracked as I said, “Maybe. Yeah. If they did it …yeah.”

“Oh, God …that is so hot …let me blow you. Right now.”

“No, babe …wait …” She pulled my jock to one side and started jacking me off. I had to stop her while she was still hot. I stuffed my cock back inside my jock. “C’mon …” I led her into the living room where the guys, still in their jockstraps, were sitting on barstools, those high ones, watching ESPN. Nobody noticed as I walked over to the stereo and punched it on, finding a jazz station, some low down stuff that was perfect for what we wanted. Lou looked at me, then.

“Hey, we’re watchin’ the game!”

They stopped watching the game when my wife I nodded and gave him a wink, gesturing to my wife. “She wants to show you something.”

Al hit the mute on the t.v. remote and all we heard was the music. Joy stood there, shy, a finger-tip between her teeth, looking at the four guys, and then over at me. I nodded.

“Go ahead.”

She started to sway with the music. I looked at Al who gaped at my wife. “Happy birthday, Al.” He looked at me and bowed, arms up, praising the gods for his good fortune.

Joy swayed gently with the music, reaching to undo the buttons on her blouse. The guys sat there, not daring to breathe for fear she would stop. I walked over and sat by Al. We all watched Joy open her blouse and show us her huge, pear shaped tits encased in her white lace bra. One of the guys gasped out loud. “Oh, jeez!”

Joy smiled, enjoying the reaction. She slid her blouse down her arms and dropped it on the floor. She ran her hands up her flat belly, cupping her breasts so that they almost spilled out over her bra. She moved closer to us, turning now to move gently to the music, her back to us. Slowly, teasingly, she lifted the hem of her short skirt, exposing the lower half of her ripe buttocks. She bent at the waist so that her ass was pushed out toward us, her skirt riding up on her hips. She wiggled her butt and Lou almost fell of his stool. “Holy shit…” he gasped.

Joy pulled her bikini panties up between her buttocks and ground her ass around and around at us. My dick was so hard I thought it would rip through my jock. I looked over at the other guys and they were having the same reaction. Joy turned around and shimmied out of her skirt, kicking it away so that she stood in front us dressed in just her bra, panties and high-heels. The guys were going nuts and she loved it. She reached behind her now and started unfastening her bra.

Everybody froze, waiting for the big moment. The bra popped open and she held it to her tits with her hands for a long few seconds. And then, with everyone not breathing, she slid the bra away, coaxing it down her arms and off. Her breasts were magnificent, big and pear shaped with those thick nipples. She stood there for a moment, her back arched, pushing them toward us, and then she shook them back and forth so that Al let out a cross between a yell and a scream. Joy smiled and began playing with her own tits, pinching her nipples, lifting the big globes so that they pressed together, letting them drop, shaking them again in time to the music. She started to peel her panties down, then and there were whistles from the guys. She stopped just as the top of her triangle of pubic hair came into view.

“Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.” she said in a throaty voice.

I couldn’t believe those words came out of her mouth. I almost came in my jock. The guys looked at each other and then Al pulled his jock aside so that his cock sprang up in front of him. It was really big …thick and long, about nine inches. Joy’s eyes were riveted on it and I read her lips …”Oh my God.” The other guys had their cocks out, now, too. Lou was stroking a mammoth piece of meat, bigger even than Al’s. I looked at Joy to see if she saw it and she had. She was open mouthed with awe and lust. Everybody watched as she resumed peeling her panties down past her pussy. The lips of her puss were folded back with her desire, slimy with her juices, some of it literally oozing down into her pubic hairs, hanging off them in a couple of thin strings. That was when I took my own cock out and started pumping.

“Play with yourself, baby.” I told her.

Joy slowly ran her finger up between the lips of her cunt and got it wet and slick. She rubbed her puss for a few seconds, grinding her hips back and forth, then turned and bent all the way over. She reached back to spread her cheeks and showed us her slick, dripping cunt and her tight little asshole.

“Who wants to smell my pussy?” she said in a voice I hardly recognized. My cock spasmed and I had to concentrate on not cumming.

Joy worked her ass in tight circles, her cheeks spread lewdly in front of us. John staggered to his feet and moved to her, his cock bobbing stiffly in front of him. He went to his knees and put his face close to her ass and pussy. She looked back over her shoulder at him, one big breast pointing to the left. “You want it on your face?”

John only groaned. Joy took half a step back and pressed her spread cheeks to his face, moving her wet pussy around on his face. She groaned suddenly and pulled away. I saw that she had almost cum. She looked at John, still on his knees, his face slick with her juices.

“Do you like it?” she asked. John closed his eyes and jacked himself off.

Joy looked at me and smiled a wicked smile before walking over to stand right in front of Al.

“Wanna play with my tits, birthday boy?”

Al looked at me, pleading for a yes. I shrugged, too turned on to go back. He reached for her greedily, filling his hands with those luscious breasts. She was breathing hard, now and I knew she was over the edge, nothing would bring her back now, but a good cum. She watched Al’s hands work her breasts over, watched him pull on her nipples. She looked over at me, at my cock still in my hand, ready to explode.

“I wanna play with his cock.” The words came out of her in a slow, heated roll. I was too turned on to even speak so all I did was blink. She pushed Al’s hands away from her tits and looked down at his huge cock, pulsing at about nipple level. She smiled as she reached for it, wrapping her long, tapered fingers around it, her nails not touching because of it’s thickness.

“Oh, yeah …this is a big cock.” She whispered as she began to stroke it for him. “Oh, yeah …oooh, look, you’re cumming.”

A big bubble of early cum formed at the tip of Al’s cock.

“Rub it on your tits …” I said, knowing she would anyway.

Joy let a moan escape from her lips as she leaned forward slightly and pressed Al’s cock to her big breasts, smearing his juice around on her nipples.

“Put it between your tits, babe, jack him off that way.”

Joy moaned again, almost a sob of desire as she put her hands on her breasts and squeezed them tight around Al’s cock. She moved them up and down his dick , her chin tilted down so she could watch the huge head thrusting just inches from her mouth.

“Faster,” groaned Al.

Joy began pumping his cock between her tits at a quicker pace, his pre-cum smearing them, making her cleavage slick and shiny.

“Do it with your hand, now.” wheezed Al. Joy let his cock escape from between her breasts and resumed jacking him off.

“You like it?” I asked.

“It’s so big.” she gasped, her eyes riveted on the heavy slab of cockmeat in her hand.

I felt a flash of resentment, then. Al’s cock was about two inches bigger than my seven incher.

“I wanna suck him,” she whispered, her voice choked with lust. I closed my eyes and blinked them open again, looking into her heavy lidded, dark orbs.

“Can I?” she pleaded.

I nodded. She drew a breath, noisily between her teeth, a noise borne of lust. We all watched as she lowered her face slowly toward Al’s thick meat. She bent it down slightly and pressed the slick cockhead to her lips, running it back and forth, then holding it under her nose and inhaling deeply.

“Oh, I love to smell cock …cock and sweat …Ummmm …”

She reveled in the meaty smell of Al’s cock and then ovaled her generous lips. She held her mouth, poised over Al’s cock for a long moment, and then plunged downward, filling her mouth with thick, warm dick. She groaned along with Al as she began to Al her head up and down, fucking her mouth on his cock. Al was in ecstasy, the others pumped their cocks in a steady beat, wondering if they might be included in this largesse. Joy slid her mouth off Al’s meat and groaned.

“I love big cocks …I like them in my mouth …shooting cum down my throat …spurting on my tits …all over my tits …on my pussy …on my ass …” She dove down again, swallowing half his cock. Al put his hand on the top of her head and guided her up and down on his meat, getting a cadence he liked. She looked up at his face while she sucked him off, watching his reactions. It turned her on to see him so helpless beneath the pleasure she gave. I had seen that look a thousand times and knew what Al was feeling.

“Oh, yeah …suck me off, Joy,” grunted Al. She turned her head slightly and Al’s cock slid across her cheek. He rubbed it around on her face, smearing his juices across her lips. She groaned as she felt the heat from his cock sliding across her face. He pressed the swollen head against her lips and she smelled cock under her nose, a meaty smell, musk mixed with sweat and cum that sent shivers of excitement down through her body to make her even wetter between her thighs.

“Oh, God, yes …put it in my mouth …let me suck it.” she groaned.

She went down and took his cock with her mouth and Al groaned so loud they all thought he was cumming.

I watched my wife suck Al’s dick and felt my own cock ache from the intense erection I had. “Blow him, you little slut. Suck his cock,” I rasped.

Joy slid her mouth off Al’s cock and looked at me, her lips swollen and puffy from sucking cock. “Make me do it, baby. Make me do it.”

I reached over and put my grabbed a handful of Joy’s hair, pulling her down to Al’s cock again. “Do it, slut.”

She sobbed in despair and passion as she let Al’s cock fill her mouth. Her big tits rested on Al’s thighs as I forced her mouth up and down on Al’s cock. Her pussy was dripping thick rivulets of juice as she tried not to gag on his big dick and then she was slipping her mouth off his cock and running her tongue around on the head, tasting his juice, running her warm tongue down the thick shaft, licking the hot flesh of Al’s thick cock.

Al looked over at me and asked, “Can I cum in her face?”

I nodded. “If she wants you to.”

Joy looked up at us and ran her tongue over her full lips. “Ooh, baby …spurt lots of hot cum on me. Do it right in my face …” She let her tongue slip from between her lips and ran it around and around the head of Al’s cock. Al spasmed and grabbed her with both hands, pushing his cock into her mouth, fucking her now, using her lovely mouth like a cunt. She groaned around the cock she was sucking and I saw everyone jacking off as we waited for Al to cum. He jerked her by the hair, pulling her mouth off his cock. She closed her eyes and turned her face up so that his cock was poised inches from her chin. She reached up and wrapped her hand around the thick slab of meat and jacked him off. It took maybe five or six strokes for Al to start spurting cum all over Joy’s face. Thick, white streams of sperm splattered across her chin and mouth, then more of it spurted across her nose and forehead.

She kept pumping his cock as another stream of cum splattered her forehead, a glob of it landing in her hair. He pulled her closer to his cock as the spurts tapered off, making her take them on her lips. She moaned and opened her eyes to look at his dick in front of her. She let him push it in her mouth and sucked cum from it before leaning back and rubbing the head around and around on her cum covered face. Al groaned and tried to stop her, but she held onto his cock and sucked the head into her mouth again, cleaning his cum off of it. I grabbed her then and pulled her over to me, pushing my own hard cock into her mouth. She began bobbing her head up and down, Al’s sperm oozing down off her chin and jawbone, hanging there in thick rivulets. I felt the cum surge up from my balls and spurt into my wife’s mouth. She choked, and pulled away, a big glob of cum spilling from her mouth and oozing down her chin. I pushed my cock back into her mouth and spurted more thick juice into her. It felt agonizingly pleasurable to spurt cum in her hot little mouth. She let me finish cumming in her mouth then when I slid my cock out from between her lips, she pushed my cum out of her mouth with her tongue. I was amazed at how much I had given her. It was so thick and plentiful that it slid down her chin and hung in one long glob down to her breasts. She gasped for air and looked up at me.

“Make me cum …” she pleaded. I looked over at the other guys who were jacking themselves off.

“Let them cum on you, first.” She gave me a slutty little smile and walked over to them, her face and tits covered in cum. There were four of them sitting there, pumping their cocks. She leaned over John’s cock so that her cum splattered tits touched his dick. She cupped her tits in her hand and spread them apart so that John’s hard cock slid between them. She jacked him off with her tits until he spurted a fountain of hot cum between them. She groaned as he came between her tits. “Ooooh, yeah …do it, do my tits …cum on them.”

She finished John and then moved over to Bill who pointed his cock at her tits and spurted almost immediately. His cum leapt from his dick and landed on her lips and then on her tits. She leaned back and spit his cum from her lips as he continued spurting on her. When Bill finished, Joy stood up and smeared all our cum around on her breasts and reveled in what it felt like.

“Oooh, I like this a lot! More. I want more cum.” She moved to Phil and knelt in front of him. “In my face, big cock. Do it right on my pretty face.”

Phil could hardly breathe as he pumped his thick cock over my wife’s face and then he was shooting it all over the place. The first jet of sperm went clear over Joy’s head but the next one splattered her left cheek. She opened her mouth, then, and Phil tilted his cock downward to spurt his cum there. She stuck her tongue out and Phil coated it with his cum. She let him fill her mouth with his sperm, then turned so that we could all see her holding it in her mouth.

Everyone groaned as if on cue and watched her swallow the thick cum. Ron was next and he was close to dying, I think. He let Joy take his cock in her hand and rub it around on her sperm slick face. She watched him as she jacked him off and licked the underside of his cock with her tongue. She leaned down a bit and sucked his balls into her mouth while she continued to jack him off. He let out a tortured cry and she released his balls to plunge her mouth down on his cock. We watched as Ron spasmed and fucked Joy’s mouth with quick, short strokes, obviously filling her mouth with his cum. Joy made hot little noises as she received his offering and then she slumped backward and let Ron’s cum ooze from between her lips and slide down her chin. She spread her legs right there on the floor and started finger-fucking herself while we watched, or cocks hanging semi-rigid beneath us. She grunted and fucked her cunt up at her hand, her tits bobbing and jiggling as she brought herself closer to an orgasm.

Finally she arched her back and let out a scream as she dug at her cunt with her fingers. I felt my cock beginning to fill with blood again and knew this wasn’t over yet.