Robocop: Coming With Me

“Everything you ever wanted, Alex,” Marie said as she drew him down beside her on the couch.

“You’re not alone, Alex. Not anymore,” Flo said, sitting down on the other couch. It was set up in an L shape with the first.

“For all these years, you’ve dreamed of getting back what you had. You can have it, Alex. You can have it all,” Ellen said, sitting down with Flo. They would have all the room they needed there, and still be close enough to Murphy to see everything he did with Marie.

It was a lie.

He would fight it.

In a moment.

Murphy slipped an arm around Marie’s waist. “I’ve gone too long without giving you the appreciation such a beautiful creature deserves.”

Marie all but purred at his warm tone. “Let’s relax. No need to rush. There’s plenty of time here. Much to do. Much to see. Don’t you think Ellen and Flo make a cute couple?”

Murphy’s right hand cupped one of her breasts and squeezed it roughly. “Let them worry about each other. I want to feel these beauties. Taste them. I hope you like it.”

“I like it all,” Marie assured him, her eyes on Ellen and Flo as they moved together, lips joining in a wet kiss.

Flo pushed up the hem of Ellen’s dress, revealing luscious thighs lovingly held by nylons, black suspenders delicately cutting their way across smooth white gams. Then the women turned a little, showing Ellen’s ass, her tiny thong joking about trying to hide it.

“And it’s exciting you?” Murphy asked, his left hand undoing the buttons in front of Marie’s dress. He opened the garment and inhaled sharply as he saw her lovely breasts, nestled in the low-cut cups of her black bra.

“Oh yes. I know how thrilling it is to fuck another woman, but now I see how good it is to watch too. Do you like seeing your wife being fucked by a woman?”

“That I do. But they’re not fucking yet.”

“I think they’re about to, though.”

There wasn’t much chance of her being proven wrong. Flo and Ellen were clearly eager to go beyond foreplay, stripping each other naked. Flo was already bared to the waist and unhooking Flo’s bra. She licked her lips, raw lust in her eyes as she exposed Ellen’s chest.

“Oh, they’re so beautiful,” Marie whispered to Murphy as he worked her breasts out of her bra and fondled one lovingly. “I’d love to get a feel of those.”

“You will, darling, and I’ll watch. Just like I’ll watch her finger your pussy and play with your ass. Anything goes tonight.”

“Hers look about the same size as mine,” Marie said. “I’m a thirty-eight-C. What about her?”

“Forty-D. But either of you are big enough for anyone. Just perfect for me, too. And for Flo. Look at her get after them. Look how much Ellen likes it,” Murphy said, his right hand moving down Marie’s body. She lifted a leg to let him get into her panties, touching her bareness where it was wet and warm and opening to suck him inside.

Flo and Ellen were truly aroused now, needing each other’s lowered dresses out of the way of their lust. Their panties were stripped away next, leaving them both in nothing but garters and nylons. They writhed together in their nudity and shared another passionate kiss.

Their bodies kept twisting around until Ellen was on top of Flo, her luscious ass arched high, clenching into maddened quivering while she seemed to devour Flo’s lips. Her knees were wide apart, showing Murphy and Marie the wetness flowering in her cunt.

“She has such a beautiful pussy,” Marie said, her expression flickering as waves of heat crashed over her, all of them centering on Murphy’s hand down at her crotch. His fingers delighting her pulsing sex through her clinging panties. “So pink… so tender… no hair at all! And Ellen’s! I love that little triangle above her cunt, leaving her pussy bare and everything else too. You can suck her without anything in the way, whether it’s from the front or the back. I like it both ways.”

Marie’s eyes were locked to the other couch, watching Ellen’s thick ass swaying up in the air. Now Ellen’s mouth was on Flo’s cunt, kissing it as passionately as she had her lips, and Flo lay back, moaning with the ecstasy she would’ve expressed earlier if her mouth were free. She panted with excitement for the orgasm that was building rapidly, hurrying along with every lap of Ellen’s skill tongue inside her cunt.

She was in the middle of her climax almost before she knew it was upon her and still Ellen sucked at her, hands greedily clutching her madly bouncing ass.

“Someone’s having a good time,” Marie purred, now feeling the wetness in her panties with every touch of Murphy’s that went through them to her mound.

“Yes. And now it’s our turn. Are you ready?” Murphy’s caress of her pussy, slick as the sidewalk after a hard rain, told her he knew the question was academic. But he liked asking and she liked answering.

“Oh God yes, Alex. Let’s get out of these clothes. Let’s get you into me.”

“Just sit tight. I’ll go first, then I’ll handle you.”

“A man who enjoys his work,” Ellen moaned, watching Murphy get up and get undressed. “Let me do that for you. I wouldn’t want you to strain anything.”

Marie knew well the joy of having someone undress her. She got to her feet, a wide smile showing how much she looked forward to Ellen’s attention. It didn’t take long to receive it. Then she was boiling with excitement as Ellen’s gentle hands made her clothes melt away.

There was an art to being stripped by someone else, pliant and yet delighting in the appeal of your own naked body being displayed. They matched each other’s talent, Ellen taking Marie’s bra off, then replacing it with her hands, cupping and caressing tits as if to tantalize Murphy with what he was about to do.

Letting go of Marie’s breasts, Ellen lowered herself to her knees. One hand traced over the curve of Marie’s ass. The other felt the warmth of her crotch, petting along the strip of wet nylon that ran between her legs. The touch of her hand made Marie’s panties even wetter, even warmer.

“Should I leave you two alone?” Murphy asked playfully, and Marie smiled at the hard-on she saw him sporting, stiff and throbbing and seemingly big enough to impale all three of them.

“Yes, my love,” Ellen said, holding Marie’s panties down as the woman stepped out of them. “Just let me have a taste first. And remember to wear a condom. We want to taste your cum tonight, but not in Marie’s pussy. That’s delicious enough on his own.”

Murphy felt a little disappointed, but also turned on some by the seediness of the fantasy, the nastiness that seemed all too human in these paradoxically perfect bodies, these women who were paradisaically gorgeous and willing. A little touch of reality in a moment that might otherwise take place in Heaven.

He picked up his jacket off the floor, reached into its breast pocket, and took out a condom, which he unwrapped and fit over his throbbing erection. Marie, Ellen, Flo, they all stopped to watch in fascination.

“It looks bigger in that thing,” Flo observed.

“A little inhuman,” Ellen remarked. “Like a weapon.”

“Or a monster,” Marie said. “A girl always wonders what it would be like with a monster.”

But his cock couldn’t hold Ellen’s attention, not when she knew there were two other women who might receive it, but here she’d uncovered a warm, wet pussy that was all hers. She stared into Marie’s pinkness, barely breathing, wondering both at the taste of Marie’s womanhood and how it would feel for Murphy when it was wrapped around his manhood. Like every woman here, the sight of nudity promised passion and sweet fulfillment—infinite varieties of sugar and spice.

“Wrap it up, darling,” Murphy said, his right hand at his throbbing cock. “I already have.”

“Do you think you’re throbbing anymore than I am?” Ellen asked. Then she looked up at Marie with a horny grin. “Open a little wider for me, doll. There, yes, hold it like that, lemme have a taste before that tender little pussy is all his.”

She bent her neck and then her world was soft, warm womanhood. Ellen made it more than a kiss, her tongue tripping inside like Murphy’s cock was about to, licking around, delighting in all the lubrication her husband was going to put to good use.

Then Murphy pulled at her hair, getting her out of the way, and she reluctantly allowed herself to be manhandled, turning Marie over to his lust. Her own horniness showed with how Ellen touched herself, giving her body a quick nip of pleasure before she went to the other couch where Flo could barely stop from playing with herself too. But she just had to keep her body open for Ellen’s to fit to, limbs encircling each other, lips meeting with tongues like keys in locks.