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Odyssey III - Amoral Adventures
Her bush was as thick and black as I
remembered and she pushed down her panties to reveal it in all its hairy
abundance. "If you like bald pussies like the ones on little girls I could
shave it, Ted. Just like your little slut did. Maybe I'll get someone to shave
it tonight, if my real lover likes hairless ones." She spread her legs
apart and arched her hips forward and once again she zoomed in on her body.
"Now, my dear, cheating husband... it's
time for you to see what you've been missing over all the years. And here's the
man who taught me." With that, Irene stepped aside so that the camera was
focused on only me. Then she shut off the floodlights and the camera and,
picking her dress up from the floor, she covered her nakedness and sat down
beside me.
"Oh Joe... oh God... hanh," she
sobbed and she buried her face against my shoulder. "I don't know if I can
carry through with it?" Then her word dissolved into sobs and she clung to
me like I was a safety rope.
I should have felt sorry for her and I guess
I did but... sorriness was overwhelmed by a different
emotion, lust. Irene had been the classic 'nice girl'. Until
I fucked her. She wasn't the only 'nice girl who had responded that way
but Irene had managed to be uninhibited while being shy and guilt-ridden all at
the same time. Having sex with her was like having her for the first time over
and over again except that she became more and more skillful. She didn't have
tits like I went for but, even though she was no longer young,
the thought of having her again was overwhelmingly appealing.
"It's OK darling... you don't have to do
anything you don't want to." I took her chin in my hand, tilted her face
up to mine and kissed her wet cheeks before settling my mouth over her soft,
sweet lips.
"Hanh... anh... Joe... you're so
wonderful. Maybe we can just pretend? I'll do everything... video and all...
but... mmmmm."
I knew she was as horny as I and as I
caressed her nakedness and she hugged me I wondered how long I was going to
last when I got in her. But Irene wasn't exactly naïve. Her hands were working
their way under my sweats and... well, that's the next
chapter.
I think that tears may have still been
flowing from Irene's eyes but I know that saliva was flowing in her mouth. We
were in the tongue-tangling midst of a very wet kiss and her hand had made its
way under my sweats and was warmly grasping my rigid manhood.
"Oh God Joe... I've wanted you... tell
me you wanted me, too... even if it's not true."
"Yes Irene... oohhh yesss... sometimes
I've pretended it was you I was with... but it was never the same." And I
was being somewhat truthful.
"I want him to know... to be sure... I
want us to be on film, Joe. It's you. You make me... like... when you made love
to me the first time... you make me want to be wicked... a slut." And then
she was turning on the camera again, letting her dress drop to the floor and
handing the small videocam and still camera. "You take the pictures, Joe. Just a moment." She got up and went to the big camera,
aiming it, adjusting it and getting it the way she wanted.
Irene tugged down my sweat pants and my
throbbingly erect penis jutted up like s blunt steeple. "Use the videocam,
darling," she said in a husky voice as she knelt before me and used her
naked shoulders to spread my knees. I know I groaned with pleasure when she
scrunched down and, careful to ensure that her face was visible to the
videocam, she stuck out her pink, finely pebbled tongue and licked my pulsating
prick from its hairy base to its wetly dripping tip.
"See what you missed, Ted?" she
said with a strange smile as she raised her head. "I never made Joe wear a
condom and if you'd done it for me, I'd have done this for you."
Her hands were caressing my thighs and slipping
under me to my ass and then they moved around to cup my swollen, aching balls,
gently squeezing and kneading them as her head lowered again towards my cock. I
wasn't sure how much I was getting in the video but, looking behind her I could
see her lush, still shapely naked ass as she knelt in front of me so that
camera was, at least, getting some image.
Irene's mouth finished its journey downwards
again and engulfed my hard cock. The sensation was even better than I
remembered - hot and wet as it always was, yes, but the suction she applied
seemed to draw the blood from everywhere else in my body and engorge my cock
even further. My God! She must have been doing this with someone or, maybe, it
had been this good before? It was a long time ago. Her eyes were looking
directly into the camera lens and I felt the clinging softness of her lips
awaken every nerve on my shaft as she slowly raised and lowered her head. My
cock slid in and out of her mouth and every little pebble on her tongue
prickled me with friction, inducing even more heat in me.
"You're wonderful Irene," I
murmured, "but you have to stop... I can't hold back much longer. Too good."
She gazed up at me and the spying camera as
she took me deep into her mouth. The sound of her slurping and mmmmming as she sucked me was magnified for the videocam by
the proximity of her sucking mouth to the microphone and, in replay,
the loudness added an obscene flavor to her performance.
"Cum Joe... I want you to cum in my
mouth," she murmured as she backed away for a moment. "Watch closely,
Ted. He's going to go off in my mouth... he'll shoot his hot sperm and I'll
swallow it."
Irene licked her full, shiny lips
provocatively and she caressed my balls and that sensitive area further back,
driving me to a plateau of ecstasy I had never felt before. Her soft lips
engulfed me again and I began moving my hips in rhythm with the smooth
movements of her head, gently making love to her mouth. The mirrored sight of
her nicely-curved hips and her taut ass sticking up into the air as she knelt
to suck me was fantastic, and I reached down to cup her breasts in my hands,
lightly squeezing and kneading her fat, swollen nipples. I moaned as her head
bobbed up and down my shaft, and watched with delight as she took it out of her
mouth again and licked all over it, her agile tongue flicking back and forth
over the more sensitive spots while she stroked it with her hand. She rubbed it
against her face and neck, apparently enjoying the feel of my fat cock against
her flesh.
"Oh God Irene. Oh God. Suck me baby... I'm in pain... want to feel... to see you sexy lips wrapped around my
cock... want to see my cock disappear into your pretty face."
"Oh yes, Joe darling... tell me... tell
me that I'm a good cocksucker... tell me again like you did when I first did
this." Then she took me back into her mouth again and she sucked with a
vengeance. Moving my hips again, she took me even deeper, until I felt my
cocktip bump against the entrance to her throat. I eased off, not wanting to
gag her, but she grabbed my ass and forced me in deeper.
The sensation was exquisite,
her tongue working up and down my throbbing vein as she plunged me deeper and
deeper into her mouth and that finally drove me over the edge.
"Yes Irene... suck
it baby... I'm cumming," I groaned and I held her head as she just kept
sucking for all she was worth. Every thrust into her mouth brought me the
tiniest bit closer, until finally the heady sensation of vertigo overtook me
right before I exploded into her mouth.
"Mmmggllannhh,"
sounded from wetly when the first jet of gism spurted into Irene's mouth. I
don't think I'd ever come so hard in all my life, perhaps because even in the
ecstasy of orgasm I was thinking of that bastard Ted seeing his wife suck me
off. It seemed as if she couldn't swallow it as fast as I could pump it out,
and she pulled my cock out of her mouth, her hand squeezing the pulsing shaft
as more gism flowed out. My cum leaked out of her mouth and down her chin and
she took me back into her mouth then, swallowing the last few gobs that came
out.
"See what you've missed, Ted? Do you
think your fat child-whore will be as good?" Irene's voice was loaded with
venom as she looked up at the camera while she fondled my shrinking tool.
"Your turn, darling... you sit here and
let me service you," I said softly as I put down the hand-held videocam
and pulled her naked body across my lap before sliding out from under her to
kneel in front of her as she had knelt for me.
"Joe... Oohhh Joe... are
you going to? To kiss me? There?" I knelt between
her legs and spread them apart so that could see right into the area between
them. I could see all her black-haired pussy and down into the crack between
the globes of her buttocks. Her little brown rosette nestled there between those
cheeks. With my hands I spread the fat, outer lips of her pussy further apart,
revealing the pink-fleshed inner labia and down near the bottom of the slit I
could just see the opening into her cuntal cavity. The whole area was wet and
coated in a slippery fluid. I ran my finger up and down the crease, feeling the
wetness and slipperiness. I put one finger into the cavity and slowly pushed it
in to past the knuckle and as I did Irene pointed the videocam down between her
legs where I was exploring her sex-site.
I looked up at the camera, wondering how I
could look sexy like Irene had when she was about to suck me. I pushed my
finger the rest of the way into her juicy vagina so that it was totally
inserted into her. The soft passage was slick, just like the outside, and warm
and as I pushed my finger in and out, the walls seemed to cling to my finger,
as though they wanted to take it captive. Her skillful mouth had taken the edge
off my lust but her acquiescence to my intimate explorations and the idea of having
our action recorded on tape aroused my libido.
I bent in closer and looked at the shiny,
little nubbin that peeked out from under the monk's hood. "Mmmm... you have a big clit, Irene... just like I remember," and I lapped slowly with my tongue from the
base of her cuntal crease up over the sensitive trigger.
"Joe... Oohhh God
Joe!" Irene cried out loudly when I nipped her clit between my
lips and thrummed it with my tongue. "Darling... I love it... it's so
good," and I felt her fingers tangling in the hair of my head as she
arched forward and pulled me closer.
'See Ted... see how it's done? That's how he
got my virginity. When he kissed me there I couldn't stop him from anything he
wanted to do."
I stroked my tongue up and down her hairy
vulva. I ran my lips up one side, caressing the swollen pussy lip. Then I went
down the other side, suckling and licking. I extended my tongue as far as it
would go and bored it into the cavity down below. I made love to her with my
tongue just as I had more than twenty years ago, pushing in and out, twisting
my head from side to side. Slowly, I pulled my tongue out of the soaking hole
and pressing it so it was broad and fat ran it up and down, right in the middle
of her crease. I covered the area all around her vaginal opening, alternating
pressure and light, fluttering strokes.
I lifted Irene's legs and put them over my
shoulders so I could have completely uninhibited access to the center of her
sex. I reached up and caressed her breasts, rubbing my thumbs lightly over and
around the large, thick nipples. Irene was moaning almost constantly, a low
crooning sound of pure pleasure. With her legs draped down my back, she pulled
me in even closer. Her thighs squeezed and loosened against the sides of my
head, in perfect harmony with the actions of my mouth and tongue.
I lifted Irene up higher and eased a hand
under her bottom, placing a finger near her little brown star. It was coated
with her secretions, just like my face and all the area of her sexual center. I
rubbed my fingertip lightly over the wrinkled surface.
"Oh, God, Joe! Uuuuhhh... darrlinnngg..." Irene moaned, wrapping her legs
completely around my neck and squeezing. I pushed my finger into the center,
twisting it around and around, I worked a space for it to finally enter. Irene
kept squeezing my head with her fleshy thighs and softly crooning as I paid
homage to her little nether spot.
Using my tongue like I would soon use my cock
inside her, I made it as long and slender as possible and pushed it into her
and out, using a slow twisting motion. At the same time, I was lightly rubbing
her anal opening in small circles. Her hips seemed to have a mind of their own,
undulating up and down as I ministered to their center.
To now I had just briefly touched her
clitoris. I was trying to prolong this phase of our lovemaking to give me more
chance to recover from her marvelous mouth-job and to impress whomever got to see the video we were making. Irene was not
to be denied, though. She moved her hips so that the nubbin was right under my
tongue and I had to pay attention to it.
At the same time, I moved my fingers back to
her vaginal opening. I inserted two fingers into the hole and stroked them in
and out. I sucked her clit up between my lips and ran the tip of my tongue over
it. I could feel where the little sheath had pulled back and the
ultra-sensitive head protruded. I concentrated on this area, using the lightest
strokes I could manage. Irene started trembling all over, her legs pulling
around my neck in spasms. She moved her hands down to my head, stroking my
hair, making love to me with her hands. Her moan continued, soft and whispery,
and then she started chanting, very softly.
"Yes Joe... yes lover... yes Joe... yes
lover," sounded huskily over and over as she writhed against my face. The
thick bush tickled my nose and my mouth was filled with the wet, pulpy softness
of her large, fat pussy. The picture wouldn't be that great, I thought. Only the top of my head. But in fact, the video from the big
camera was great. It showed how Irene's legs and hands held my head, showed her
excited writhings and especially it showed her face
as it twisted in the passion of her orgasm.
Suddenly, Irene clamped her legs around my
neck, arched her back, and strained against my mouth. I could feel her pussy
pulsating against my fingers inside, and then it clamped down on them, holding
them in a vise grip. Irene moaned, "Oh, God, I'm coming, I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmminnnnnggggg."
Small convulsions wracked her abdomen, and
her stomach, buttocks, and thighs shuddered. They seemed to go on and on as her
orgasm continued in wave after wave. The leg-clamp she had on my head relaxed
little by little, and I moved my tongue through her crease and over her
clitoris very slowly and lightly, matching pace with her orgasm's slide down
from peak. Gradually, her legs relaxed and she unwrapped
them from around my neck and let them fall back down on my back. I took them
from my shoulders and gently put them back on the sofa. Irene lay there totally
spent, absolutely still, savoring the slowly ebbing after-shocks of her orgasm.
From between her legs I gazed up at her. The
small videocam was lying beside her where she'd dropped it at some point during
this session. I felt good. Irene's mouth hung open and she was still trying to
catch her breath after her climax.
"Did you like it," I asked, knowing
what the answer would be but wanting to hear it anyway.
She didn't reply right away, not until her
tremors had stopped and she lay completely still with her legs still draped
over my shoulders. Her eyelids fluttered open and she smiled weakly at me.
"Oh, God, Joe, I can't even begin to tell you how that felt. I thought I
had to be in heaven. Nobody else has ever made me feel that way." Then she
dropped her legs from my shoulders and sat up. "If you'd ever done that
for me, Ted, then I might have sucked you cock like I did Joe's."
I got up then and Irene shut off the big
videocam. My cock was erect but not steel-hard as it had been before she sucked
me off. The idea of being filmed (or video'd) was a
huge turn-on, especially when I thought of Irene's husband seeing his wife act
as sluttishly as I was sure she would.
"Do you... like... still want to?"
Irene asked hesitantly as I sat beside her on the sofa. "Can you... again?"
"What do you think," I said lightly
as I guided her hand to my prick. "You didn't totally drain it, you
know... but you came close." I kissed her soft, slack-lipped mouth and I
could tell that she was maybe a bit depressed despite her energetic and gratifying
response to my oral efforts. "And I have something to help."
"Oh God, Joe. I want you. I want you inside me!" and she rose
up to kneel astride my hips.
"Wait, Irene. I have to do something
first. And we have to keep the camera in mind. Let's plan how we do it for the
camera... if you still want the camera. Do you?"
"Hah. I'm sick or a pervert, darling but
I do. I want to show that bastard and his secrewhore
what a stud you are and how much you like me. You do, don't you? I mean, like
me... like fucking me?"
"I can't wait to show you how much I
like you, darling. Now we can plan what we're going to do for the next three
hours. I'm turning a pumpkin into a carriage, sort of, a carriage that you can
ride. But it will only be a carriage for three hours so we have to plan how
you're going to ride it during that time.
"I have no idea what you're talking
about, Joe. Get me another drink and explain."