The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, while appearing to be staid members of the establishment, are secret members of the neighborhood mate-swapping group.
Chrissy Cole is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. Brought up in a puritanical environment, she nonetheless shelters a perversity that she refuses to recognize, a lustful craving that haunts her and eventually forces her to act.
HELL OF A HOT WIFE-the story of one woman haunted by passions seething within her. Hers is a serious tale, and a reflection on the many problems facing our society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Glancing into the rear-view mirror, Chrissy Cole noticed that the cab driver was staring at her tits. Their eyes met, and he sheepishly looked away. But a few seconds later he was staring again at her deep inviting cleavage.
The guy was all heart. He'd picked her up at the funeral home, and she was dressed all in black and making little sniffing noises into her lace hanky. Clearly she'd just lost a loved one, and all this cab driver could do was try to see the front of her dress. Chrissy loved it.
It had been so long since she'd gotten any male attention, and now that she was a free woman, she was ready for it. She'd had no loving for five long, horny, miserable years, while her late husband Art was confined to a wheelchair. So it didn't bother her a bit to be ogled by the cabbie.
In fact she gave him a big tip when he dropped her off at her luxury condo. Why not? He'd made her feel like a desirable woman, and she had plenty of money to spend. She took the elevator to her apartment, humming to herself. But she stopped humming when she got off at her floor. It wasn't nice of her to sound so happy when her husband had just died.
Chrissy walked into the apartment and started to undress, throwing her clothes in every direction as she prepared for a nice hot shower. She could do anything she wanted now, throw her clothes around, have the whole place to herself. The one big thing she lacked was a man, but she didn't plan to waste much time finding one.
Just as soon as the funeral was over, she'd start looking for some young hunk to take her to bed. She shivered with arousal at the prospect. She needed some loving so badly. She could hardly recall the last time she'd been kissed and fondled and, more importantly, fucked.
Chrissy was just out of high school and trying to get into the modeling profession when she met an attractive wealthy man named Arthur Cole. Art was a whole lot older than she was, old enough to be her grandfather in fact, but she was excited by his sophistication and the glamorous life he promised her.
So she accepted his proposal of marriage, and just a few months after the wedding, he had a massive stroke and spent the next five years in a wheel chair, his mind gone. Chrissy had had just a few months of loving in her whole life. Now she was twenty-four years old and practically a virgin, so eager for sex that she could hardly contain herself.
Naked, she paused before a full-length mirror in the hall and admired herself. Her tall big-titted body was still flawless, smooth and sleek and curvy. She had naturally light blonde hair that fell in waves to her waist, an angelic-looking face and big blue eyes. Best of all, she had a breath-taking figure.
She admired her nice long legs, curvy hips, and tiny waist. She took in her small, neat, golden-blonde bush and then raised her eyes to her melon-size tits which stuck our firm and straight, the nipples large and light pink. She knew she wasn't going to have any trouble attracting lovers.
No, the only problem Chrissy would have was forcing herself to wait till after the funeral before getting laid.
She continued on to the shower, and as she bathed, she reviewed the little bit of love-making Art had given her before his stroke left him unable to move or think. She remembered their wedding night and how it had been both painful and exciting to lose her cherry.
She shivered as she thought about it, her starved pussy growing hot and moist. She remembered how big and stiff Art's cock had felt as it stuffed her untried cunt. It hadn't taken her long to get used to it and love the sensation of being fucked. She'd kept her bridegroom up till almost dawn.
In later days he'd introduced her to oral sex, and she'd adored having her pussy eaten. She got a wild kick out of going down on Art and eating his load. But her all-time favorite thing was fucking. She'd thought she could never get enough of it. She even wondered if she wasn't partly responsible for Art's stroke. She was always exhausting him in bed. Not that he complained, of course.
He'd married her to enjoy her exciting and beautiful young body, and he'd done just that till his stroke ended the fun for both of them. Chrissy was just getting really hooked on sex when suddenly she was cut off. And since she didn't believe in cheating, she'd just gone without love for five long years.
Now Art had finally died, and she was ready to make up for lost time.
As she stepped from the shower, her cunt slit was steaming with anticipation, and she had to remind herself that there was still the funeral and a decent mourning period to get through before she could take a lover. She just wondered how she was going to wait that long.
Chrissy wandered naked to her bedroom, wondering if she ought to masturbate. She was getting pretty horny as she thought about the men she was going to seduce, but she was also very bored with masturbation. After all, it had been her only source of sex for five years.
What she really wanted was a big hard cock in her cunt. But that would have to wait. She eyed herself in the dresser mirror and thought what a shame it was that that body had to go to waste. She was young, healthy, and terrifically horny, and she could hardly wait to get it on with somebody.
She had a hand down the hot silky skin of her body and over the soft puff of her golden bush. Parting her legs a little, she slipped her hand between them and caressed the moist and pulsating flesh of her gash. It felt nice. It always did. But playing with her pussy was getting to be such a bore.
Still, what choice did she have? The funeral wasn't till the day after tomorrow, and then there's be the mourning period, and till that was over, she'd have no relief for her lust except her own fingers.
Sighing with resignation, Chrissy made her index finger stiff and started rubbing it back and forth over her clit.
"Mmmmm, mmmmmm!" she murmured.
It wouldn't take her long to get off this way. God knows she had enough practice. She'd masturbated like that almost every night since Art's stroke. She had to do it to get to sleep. She'd lie there beside him thinking how terrific their love-making had been, and it would just drive her wild with lust.
She rubbed her clit faster and felt her pussy swelling with need. Hot sticky cream trickled from her famished cunt and soaked her sawing finger. The beautiful young widow would have given every penny she'd inherited for a good hard fucking. She ached to feel a thick swollen cock pounding in her cunt.
"Ohhhh, dammit, I don't think I can wait!" she moaned.
But she'd have to. Out of respect for Art, who'd left her all that money, she'd just have to behave herself awhile longer. She'd waited five years already, so what differences would a few more weeks make? She tried to reason with herself as she frantically masturbated, her horniness at the boil now.
Then the doorbell rang.
"Shit!" Chrissy moaned.
She grabbed the first garment she could lay her hands on, a see-through negligee of cream-colored lace, and raced for the door. She hadn't had time to bother with bra or panties. She opened the door, and there was Ricky, the paperboy.
He was a cute kid, a thick shock of sun-bleached blonde hair always falling over one eye. He'd been their paperboy a long time, and Chrissy was fond of him. Now his blue eyes traveled up and down her tall shapely body, as if he was lost in a trance.
That was when Chrissy realized the kid could see through her gown. He could see her big pink cone-shaped nipples and the little triangular blonde patch of her bush. Ricky had been growing up this year. He wasn't a little boy any more. He was a teenager, and right now he was acting like one.
It tickled Chrissy. She let him ogle her luscious body through the thin transparent lace and watched his face flush and his eyes get glassy with longing. He sure wasn't subtle. She could tell exactly what was going through his lust-fevered adolescent mind. Funny, but she was thinking the same thing.
"Hi, Ricky," she cooed, "did you come to collect?"
He just stared at her, glassy-eyed, for a moment till he collected his wits.
"Oh, yeah, Mrs. Cole," he said, his voice a little croaky with excitement, "yeah, I came to collect. Hey, I'm real sorry about Mr. Cole. I just heard."
"Thank you, Ricky," Chrissy said as solemnly as she could. "Step in for a moment and I'll write you a check."
He obeyed, and he didn't take his eyes off her as she hunted up her purse and got out her checkbook. She couldn't get over the way he was growing. He seemed an inch taller every time she saw him, and his was gaining muscle, n too, his body taking on the shape of an adult male.
He really was a cute kid. And he so obviously had the hots for her.
"Dated any cute girls lately, Ricky?" she teased.
"Not very cute," he sighed. "Gosh, Mrs. Cole, you're the most beautiful lady I ever met."
"Why, Ricky, how nice of you," she purred as she handed him the check.
He took it, then just stood there staring at her, and that was when Chrissy noticed the growing lump at the fly of his jeans. The kid was actually getting a hard-on just from looking at her and fantasizing about her. She loved it! And something else occurred to her, too.
She needed a hard cock so badly, and Ricky wanted her so badly, so why couldn't they help each other out? Nobody would ever have to know about it. Nobody would be hurt. It just made so much sense. She was quite a bit older than him, but so what?
"If there's anything I can do for you, Mrs. Cole, you just let me know," the boy was saying.
"Ricky, honey, there's something you can do for me right now," she said huskily.
She untied her robe, shrugged it off her shoulders, and let it fall to the rug, leaving her stark naked. She thought Ricky's eyes would pop out of his head. The bulge at his fly got enormous. She let him have a really good look at her incredible young body before she spoke.
"I feel so lonely and horny, Ricky," she said. "Maybe you could help me out. Will you come to my bedroom?"
He couldn't get a word out, but he nodded like crazy and followed her to the master bedroom. While he stared at the king-sized bed, Chrissy practically tore his clothes off. She feasted her eyes on the first young male body she'd ever seen apart from photos. He was gorgeous.
"Come on, honey," she said, practically dragging him over to the bed, "let's not waste time."
His teenaged prick was almost man-size, thick and long and stiff as a board. It was exactly what the horny young widow craved.
She pulled him onto the bed and gave him a few hot kisses before rolling onto her back. She didn't have time for foreplay. She couldn't wait that long:
"Come on, Ricky, fuck me!" she begged hoarsely.
"Oh, wow, I can't believe this is happening!" Ricky panted.
He glanced at her wet pink cunt slit and then crawled between her hot satiny thighs and let himself down on her. She knew it was his first fuck when he started jabbing around clumsily with his cock and not hitting the target. Impatiently she reached down, fisted his meat, and plugged it into the right hole.
"Now push, baby," she groaned, "give it all to me."
"Ohhhhh, yeah!" Ricky groaned, losing his cherry in one greedy shove.
"Unnnhhhh, God, yesss!" Chrissy sobbed.
For the first time in five years she had a stiff cock in her cunt. She was almost fainting with the excitement of it. Ricky followed his natural instincts and started hammering his meat to her, fucking her hard and fast, but that was exactly the way she wanted it. She wailed with delight.
"Oh, yeah, honey, fuck me good and hard!" she howled. "Fuck the living shit out of me!"
The hotly aroused teenager fucked into her like a pile-driver, and Chrissy lay there with her legs wide open, taking his pounding prick as deep as she could get it and sobbing in ecstasy. She wondered how she'd kept her sanity all these years, how she'd survived without being fucked.
"Unnnhhh, yeah, so damned good," she gurgled.
Each deep hard thrust of his cock was bliss for the love-starved blonde widow. For hundreds of nights, she masturbated and pretended her stiff finger was a cock, but it had never satisfied her like the real thing. She sobbed in ecstasy as Ricky hammered his iron-prick into her molten depths. She wished the exciting sensations could go on for hours. She had so much lost time to make up for.
"Mmmmm, it's heaven, baby," she whimpered. "Do you like it? Do you like fucking, Ricky?"
"Shit, yeah!" he groaned. "I could do this for about a million years."
"Me, too," she moaned.
She clutched his jerking, knotting ass and urged him even deeper into her greedy pussy-hole. She kept her legs spread as wide as possible, wanting his hammering cock to ream out her steaming depths. She wanted that stiff boner to rake every inch of her starved cunt.
She knew this fuck would have to hold her till after the mourning period. It had been very naughty of her to seduce the paperboy, and it wasn't very respectful of Art's memory, but the damage was done. She might as well enjoy it, now that it was happening. But she vowed to hold her lusts in check after this.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee!" she gurgled with delight, creaming furiously all over the kid's pistoning prick. "Unnnnhhh, yeah, Ricky! Fuck my cunt good!"
"Oh, wow, Mrs. Cole!" he cried hoarsely. "I don't think I can hold out much longer!"
Chrissy appreciated the warning. It gave her a chance to get off before he did. She wished it didn't have to end so soon, but both of them were on overload, too incredibly turned on to last. She began steadily tightening her hot little cunt around the kid's jackhammering cock, getting all the delicious friction she could and bringing herself quickly to the edge of orgasm.
"Unnnnhh, I'm gonna come, too, baby!" she moaned. "Just give a few seconds more!"
"You got it," he moaned adoringly.
She clutched his jerking ass and pulled him deep into her, his jerking cock cramming her completely. Her hips pumped to his rhythm and her big hot tits wobbled hard against his chest. They fucked hard at each other, glued together, their bodies moving to the same fuck-happy tempo. Nothing in the world could have stopped them now.
"Ooooooh, shit! It's so fuckin' good!"
Chrissy sobbed.
"Ahhhhh, Jesuss, unnnhhhh!" Ricky moaned.
She was creaming so hard, his whole belly was smeared with the stuff, and the molten liquid was puddling under her ass. She closed her eyes tightly and let herself rocket into orbit. It took no effort at all. She felt a gigantic orgasm exploding out of the fiery depths of her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, shit, baby! You're making me come! Ohhhhh!" she screamed. "Unnnnhhhh! Yessss! whaahhhh!"
Her cunt went into violent spasms around Ricky's hammering cock, sucking the jism right out of his overloaded balls. The boy yelled in bliss and started pumping his load into her hot little cunt. She sobbed in bliss. It had been five long years since she'd had the thrill of taking guy's load.
When he finally rolled off her, he gasped. "I still can't believe this, Mrs. Cole! It was fantastic!"
"Thanks, Ricky," she smiled, "I loved it, too. But do me a favor and pretend you just dreamed it, okay?"
"Okay," he grinned, "I get the idea."
He left, and Chrissy lay on her bed and enjoyed the well-fucked feeling in her cunt, a sensation she hadn't had in years. The boy had given her a delicious fucking, a good hard reaming that would have left most women satisfied for days. Unfortunately, though, Chrissy wasn't most women.
"Oh, darn it all," she moaned, "I want more."
CHAPTER TWO
Incredible as it seemed, she was still horny. Ricky had fucked her hard and brought her off like crazy, but she felt like that had been just an appetizer and that now she was ready for the main course.
"Chrissy," she scolded, "you're out of your mind. Just forget it."
She couldn't go around fucking everything in pants even before her husband was buried. She'd promised herself to contain her lusts and act like a lady and a proper widow. She renewed the promise now as she made another trip to the shower. She simply wouldn't think about men and sex for three more weeks.
Her conscience was satisfied by that vow, but her body wasn't. As she stood in the shower, she replayed every exciting second of her love-making with the stiff-cocked paperboy, and by the time she finished bathing, she was achingly horny again.
"Oh, shit," she moaned. "I just have to stop thinking about it."
But ignoring her fever-hot starved pussy was like ignoring a pot of water boiling over on the stove. It just couldn't be done. Chrissy made herself a little dinner, watched some TV, and tried to get her mind on anything but sex. That was impossible, she found.
Now that she'd fucked again, she didn't want to do anything else. She couldn't think about anything else. She stared blankly at the TV screen, and all she saw was a great big blue-veined cock, taunting her and tempting her. She squirmed with need, her panties moist with her uncontrollably seeping cream.
It was about seven when the doorbell rang again. This time Chrissy's visitor was Jack Emerson, Art's business partner. Jack was a fairly attractive guy in his forties, nicely built and nicely dressed. Unfortunately, he was married and had several children.
"Hi, gorgeous," he grinned, "I came to see how you're doing."
"Oh, thanks, Jack," Chrissy sighed. "I could use some company. Can you stay for a drink?"
"But of course," he said, looking her up and down. "My time is your time."
That look was a revelation to Chrissy. Jack had always been pleasant to her, but he'd been formal and perfectly behaved. She was Art's wife, Jack was married, and that was that. But now his expression was telling her something she hadn't known before. It was something he'd kept hidden all the time Art was alive.
Art's loyal business partner very obviously wanted to get into Chrissy's pants.
She shivered with excitement as she mixed two drinks. It was so exciting to be desired. She hadn't let it happen in so long. Sure, she'd promised herself to behave, and sure, Jack was married-but there was no law against fantasizing.
She joined Jack on the couch and handed him his drink, and he leered at her. There was no mistaking it, he leered.
"I'm real sorry about Art," he said. "How are you holding up, Chrissy?"
"I'll be okay, as soon as the shock is over," she said. "It's very nice of you to stop by, Jack. It's generous of your wife to spare you for an evening."
"My wife's out of town," he said. "She and the kids went to see her mother for a few days."
Chrissy creamed through her panties. She was wearing tight pants and t-shirt, a casual outfit which outlined her gorgeous tall body, and Jack was drinking in the sight. She knew everything was perfect for them to fall into bed with each other. Of course there was that promise she'd made to herself, but weren't there exceptions to every rule?
The chance just seemed too good to pass up. She was the lonely, horny widow, he was the discreet, married man willing to help her out. Jack would never tell on her. He wouldn't do anything to ruin his long-time marriage. They could fuck, and it would just be their little secret.
"So your family's away?" she asked. "You must be feeling lonely, Jack."
"Yeah, I am," he grinned. "How about you, Chrissy?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm very lonely," she cooed. That was all she had to say. Jack gulped the rest of his drink, set the glass on the coffee table, and then rolled Chrissy's t-shirt up over her huge thrusting tits. They looked ready to explode from her delicate lacy bra.
"I always envied the hell out of Art," Jack said, ogling her tits. "You got the most fantastic body. Never seemed fair that that old fart should have you all to himself."
"Well, of course nobody had me for five years, after his stroke," Chrissy observed.
"Jesus, you must be horny," Jack said, his eyes hot with anticipation.
"That's putting it mildly, honey," Chrissy cooed.
Jack groaned. She couldn't have given him a more blatant invitation. He reached around her and unhooked her bra, then drew off the bra and shirt, leaving her naked from the waist up. He got wide-eyed as he ogled her incredible tits. The size and shape of small watermelons, her tits were perfectly firm and creamy-skinned and flawless.
"Christ, yes!" he moaned, cupping her tits and squeezing them. "I been waiting years to do this."
And Chrissy had been waiting years for it to happen. She lounged back against the couch and let him play with her tits. It felt wonderful to have a man's hot firm hands on her sensitive tits again. Her nipples went stiff with arousal, and he leaned down to flick them with his tongue, driving her wild with excitement. She creamed through her jeans and panties.
"Mmmmmm, Jack, that's so nice," she gurgled.
"I can think of something even nicer," he said hoarsely. "Could we go to your bedroom?"
"Yes," she said eagerly, "let's do that."
She bounced to her feet, her big tits wobbling and swaying, and she happened to glance over Jack's shoulder to where a photo of Art stood on the wall. Art was looking stern and important in that picture, and Chrissy shot him a shit-eating grin, then turned and headed for the bedroom, Jack in hot pursuit.
Sorry, Art, honey, she thought, but I just can't help it. I'm only human, you know.
She was glad there was no picture of Art in the master bedroom. It was guilt-making enough to be dragging other men into the bed she'd shared with Art for six years, especially when she was doing it even before the funeral. But really, she just couldn't help herself.
Maybe fucking the paperboy had been a mistake. It seemed to have opened the floodgates of her stored-up lust, and now she couldn't close those gates again. Her bottled-up needs were flooding out, overwhelming her, and she had to satisfy them or go out of her mind with frustration.
She unzipped her tight pants and struggled out of them, taking her lacy bikini panties along with them. Naked, she strode over to the bed and stretched out. Jack was trying to take off his three-piece suit and watch her at the same time. He kept tripping over his own clothes and fumbling with zippers and buttons. It drove Chrissy wild. It seemed a million years before he was finally naked.
As he dropped his shorts, her big blue eyes darted hungrily to his cock. She moaned. His prick was a nice big one, long and thick and steel-hard, just the way Art's cock used to be during those few precious months of their marriage when he had his health. Chrissy creamed uncontrollably.
"Come here, Jack, hurry!" she moaned.
Leering, Jack made for the huge bed, his cock wagging stiffly and lewdly before him.
Chrissy was whimpering with need as he slid onto the bed and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth, and she moaned and rubbed her swollen mound against his throbbing boner.
"Hey, honey, you weren't kidding," he said excitedly. "You really are horny."
"Jack, I haven't been fucked in five years," she reminded him hoarsely.
She didn't bother to mention the paperboy. After all, Ricky had been only an appetizer. She squirmed with need, thrusting her mound against Jack's stiff cock, and he chuckled and slid a hand between her thighs. He gave a whistle as he explored the scorching cream-soaked flesh of her pussy.
"Yeah, good thing I came by this evening," he chuckled. "You need it bad."
No shit, Chrissy thought.
She was getting impatient. She rolled out of his embrace and onto her back, bending her lovely long legs and opening them wide. She wantonly displayed the hot pink flesh of her gash and its pretty fringe of blonde curls.
Jack gave a lusty growl, and his cock bucked and drooled.
"Come on, Jack, fuck me!" she begged hoarsely.
"Right away?" he said in surprise. "My wife always insists on about an hour of foreplay. She says I'm insensitive if I don't get her warmed up first."
"Jack, use your eyes," Chrissy moaned. "I'm warmed up already. I haven't been fucked in five years. For chrissake, man, go for it!"
Jack quit being a gentleman. He gave a lusty growl and threw himself onto her, eagerly burrowing between her satiny hot thighs. He didn't need any help finding the right hole. Un-like Ricky, he hit the target immediately. His massively swollen cock head stretched her cunt-lips wide.
"Ohhhhhh, shit! Yessss!" Chrissy groaned.
She soaked his cock as it went into her cunt. He shoved it into her mercilessly, cramming her full of the iron-hard meat, but that was just what she wanted. She creamed and creamed, unable to stop the molten gusher. She whimpered in ecstasy as his cock filled her completely.
"Unnnnnnh, fuck, yes!" she sobbed. "I need it so bad, Jack!"
Jack snorted with lust and started fucking her hard and fast, correctly sensing that she wanted it that way. He just hoped he was up to the job of satisfying this incredibly horny and sex-starved young widow. Five years was one hell of a long time to go without being fucked.
"Oh, yeah, fuck it to me, fuck me good and hard!" Chrissy wailed, her cream boiling thickly around his hammering prick.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, fantastic!" Jack groaned.
Since the very first moment he'd laid eyes on her, he'd wanted his partner's wife. He'd never forget the day Art brought his young wife to the office and showed her off. She looked like a human Barbie doll, she was so perfect, except that she had much bigger and nicer tits than any doll.
Ever since then Jack had been fantasizing about her. In his daydreams he'd made love to her in every imaginable way. But he'd never imagined he'd have a chance to make his jack-off dreams come true. It seemed incredible that he was actually fucking Art Cole's gorgeous young wife.
Not only was he fucking her, she was loving it, going wild with excitement and soaking his cock with blast after blast of hot cream. She was the hottest thing he'd ever fucked. Now she was arching her body, taking his cock as deep as she could get it and greedily rubbing her clit against his pistoning shaft.
"Ooooooh, oooooh, Jack, fuck hard! I'm gonna come!" she squealed.
Jack could hardly believe it. They'd only been fucking a few minutes, and already the young widow was panting on the brink of climax. He speeded up and fucked her very hard and fast, and her cunt went vise-tight around his meat.
"Oooooo, shit, whaaahhhhhh!" Chrissy screamed.
She was coming hard. He feit her cunt convulsing around his cock and her huge hot tits shaking against his chest. He gritted his teeth and managed not to shoot his load. He wasn't finished with her yet. He fucked her through her body-wracking orgasm, then pulled his dripping cock out of her.
"Oh, don't stop yet, honey!" she moaned. "Fuck me some more!"
"I intend to, baby," Jack chuckled, "but let's do it another way this time."
"Oh, sure!" Chrissy cried gratefully.
She rolled onto her hands and knees, and Jack shoved his thick hard boner into her from behind.
Chrissy clawed the bedspread and wailed with delight as his stiff cock crammed her full again. He started fucking her good and hard, just the way she craved it, and thick cream gushed out around his prick and flooded down her legs.
"Shit, yes, fuck me hard!" she panted. "Fuck me till I can't take any more!"
Jack intended to try, but he still wondered if one man was enough for the hot-cunted young widow. After all, she had five years of neglect to make up for, and that wasn't going to happen in just one fuck or even one night.
Well, all he could do was give it his best shot. Grinning blissfully, he pounded his throbbing boner into her deliciously tight and steaming cunt. He watched her big stiff-nippled tits swinging back and forth and listened to her hoarse cries of ecstasy as she took the steady pounding of his cock.
"Ohhhhh, fuck me, I love it!" she wailed.
Chrissy was getting the hard fucking she needed so desperately. She just wondered how much it was going to take before her incredible horniness was finally satisfied. He'd already brought her off good and hard, just a few minutes ago, and here she was about to explode into another orgasm.
"Harder," she sobbed, "faster! Ohhhhh, Jack! I need it so damned bad!"
Jack snorted with lust and gave it everything he had, fucking into her so hard that the king-sized bed creaked and bounced. His belly hit her ass loudly, and his cock made an obscene sucking noise as it reamed out her thick cream. Again he felt her little pussy tightening like a vise around his meat.
"Ooooo, shit! You're doing it to meeee!" Chrissy screamed. "I'm coming, ohhhhh!"
The only thing that kept Jack from coming right along with her was greed. He didn't want to stop fucking the incredibly horny blonde, not yet. It thrilled the hell out of him to be giving her the fucking she craved so badly after five years without sex. It was an experience he wanted to exploit completely.
So as she finished coming, he pulled out and stretched out on his back. "Sit on my cock, honey."
Chrissy didn't have to be asked twice. She whirled around and straddled him and slid down the rigid pole of his prick, wailing with bliss.
Jack could hardly believe it. This girl had barely finished one orgasm, and already she was after another, jerking her hips impatiently.
"Fuck me, Jack, honey!" she moaned. "Fuck my pussy good!"
Jack snorted lustily, grabbed her by the waist, and started hammering his meat to her. He went into high gear, knowing he wouldn't be able to hold out this time, just wanting to flood her hot little cunt with ten gallons of his jism.
Chrissy rode his pounding cock with shrieks of bliss.
"Oooooo, yeah, fuck hard! Fuck my brains out!" she wailed. Her little pussy was almost sore from the hard reaming he was giving it, but Chrissy loved every second of his fucking. She had to be fucked hard and thoroughly to appease her pent-up needs. This was no time for gentle love-making. Her head lolled back and her eyes closed tightly as she rocketed toward yet another climax.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee!" she gurgled.
"Oh, shit, baby, I'm gonna come!" Jack groaned.
Chrissy took the hint and clamped her strong young cuntal muscles tight around his hammering cock. The red-hot friction got her off almost instantly, and Jack felt her steaming fuck tunnel sucking at his prick and drawing the boiling jism right out of his balls.
"Ohhhhh, God, I'm cominnngggg!" she screamed.
"Awwwww, shit! Take my load-awwww!" Jack yelled, hammering her cunt full of thick molten jizz.
Chrissy sobbed with ecstasy as yet another powerful climax ripped through her body. She'd fucked two guys today and had lost count of the number of orgasms she'd had. Really, that should have satisfied her till after the period of mourning for Art. Any normal woman would have been exhausted.
But as Jack got dressed and kissed her goodnight, Chrissy was almost whimpering with frustration. He'd fucked her hard and for a long time, and he'd made her come again and again, but it hadn't been enough. Her lust was even more powerful than she'd dreamed.
"More," she moaned to herself, "oh, shit, I want more!"
CHAPTER THREE
After Jack left, Chrissy paced the floor and wondered just what was going on with her. Today she had more sex than in the last five years, and all she could think about was getting more. She seemed to be insatiable.
She was a brand-new widow, and she ought to behave like one, she reminded herself sternly. Art may not have been much of a husband, but he'd been very nice to her in the beginning, and he'd left her a chunk of money. The least she could do was not fuck other guys till after the funeral.
She'd given up on the mourning period. She'd asked various women friends how long she should keep dressing in black and refusing dates, and they'd told her anything from three weeks to three years. Well, she knew now that she couldn't even wait more than a few days to get laid again.
Chrissy concluded that she'd just try to get through the funeral without seducing anybody else. That was the best she could do. After that, every attractive guy in New York had better watch out!
"Okay, Chrissy," she told herself firmly, "you're gonna cool it till after Art's funeral. You're gonna act like a lady, at least till he's buried."
And then the doorbell rang.
Chrissy, dressed in a figure-flattering flowered robe, went to answer it, and there was Art's oldest friend, Larry Gage, an attractive silver-haired man in his fifties.
Chrissy gasped in surprise. She hadn't seen Larry in years.
"Chrissy, I flew out from L.A. as soon as I heard about Art," Larry said. "I want to do whatever I can."
Chrissy stifled a naughty remark and said as solemnly as she could, "Oh, Larry, thank you so much. Won't you come in?"
Though he and Art had been college roommates, they hadn't seen much of Larry because his business was on the West Coast and Art's on the East. But the few times she'd seen him, Chrissy had always been struck by his good looks and his style. She still found him terribly attractive, even though he was much older than her.
"Would you like a drink, Larry?" she asked.
"Yes, I could really use a martini," he said, plopping down on the couch. "The flight was hectic."
"Coming right up," Chrissy said.
As she mixed two martinis, she found herself plotting how to seduce her husband's best buddy. That was disgusting. She'd just finished promising herself that she'd behave till after Art's funeral, and here she was getting ideas about his friend. She'd really have to cool it.
She brought the drinks and sat beside Larry on the couch. He took a long grateful pull on his martini, then looked Chrissy over slowly and deliberately. She could tell that he found her sexy, and that didn't help cool the heat in her starved pussy. She reminded herself that Larry was married and a grandfather.
"You seem to be holding up pretty well, Chrissy," he said.
"It isn't as if I didn't expect this," she said. "Art hasn't been well since his stroke."
"Right," Larry said. "I'm just saying that you don't seem exactly heart-broken."
Chrissy glared at him and blushed.
"Well, excuse me all to pieces," she said. "What did you expect? He hasn't been the man I married for the last five years. He couldn't think, he couldn't even talk."
Larry grabbed her hand. "Chrissy, I didn't mean to criticize you. I was just trying to say how glad I am that you're not depressed or anything. I was hoping I'd find you in a good mood. Uh, there's something I want to tell you, something I couldn't say while Art was alive."
Suddenly Chrissy got it. The guy was so polite, so subtle, that she hadn't realized he wanted her. He wasn't drooling all over her like Jack. He was just holding her hand and squeezing it, but the way he was doing it made Chrissy cream right through her panties.
"I think I know what you're gonna say, Larry," she breathed.
He reddened just a little. "I ought to be ashamed. I mean, you're my best friend's wife.
But I've wanted you since the moment I met you. I hope that doesn't make you angry with me."
"Are you kidding?" she gurgled. "Larry, you're just what I need right now. If you haven't checked into a hotel yet, stay here with me. We can have a ball. Let's go to the bedroom."
She stood up, but Larry just sat there, even more red now.
"Uh, Chrissy," he said uneasily, "I just wanted to confess my real feelings about you. I didn't say I wanted to make love to you."
"Huh?" Chrissy exclaimed. "I don't get it, Larry. If you want me, then you want to get it on."
"Not exactly," he sighed. "You see, dear, I'm too old. I can't do it any more, not even with my wife."
"Well, we'll just see about that," Chrissy said.
She undid her robe and shrugged it off, standing before him in matching cream lace bra and bikini panties and high heels. She paraded before him, showing off her magnificent body, and he looked ready to groan. Good, that was just the effect she wanted to have on him.
Chrissy would consider it a real insult if she couldn't get this guy's engine running again. So he couldn't make it with his wife? Big deal. They'd been married about thirty years, and he was probably just bored with the scene. But he obviously wasn't bored with Chrissy.
His eyes were hot and attentive as the gorgeous young widow unhooked her bra and flung it carelessly away. She stuck out her chest and flaunted her magnificent big tits, showing off their firmness and their flawless creamy skin. Then she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and started inching them down slowly and tantalizingly.
Larry moved to the edge of his seat, his drink forgotten as Chrissy revealed the first golden hairs of her bush. She twirled around and popped the panties down over her ass, showing him the firm little globes. Then she faced him again and uncovered the rest of her cute little bush.
She let the panties slither down her long shapely legs, then kicked them away and stood there in her high heels and nothing else.
Larry was literally licking his chops. His eyes were as horny as a teenager's as he took in her firm curvy body.
"Now would you like to go to the bedroom, Larry?" she purred.
"Well, honey, I can't promise it'll do any good," he said, "but you've certainly captured my interest."
He got up and followed her to the master bedroom, ogling her enticing little ass. By now, Chrissy was burning with need, but she tried to keep her cool. Larry was a cool type, and he wouldn't want somebody climbing all over him. She turned to him with a smile and started taking off his clothes.
"How long have you been married, Larry?" she asked.
"Forever," he said grimly. "Oh, I love my wife, but it sure gets dull fucking the same woman year after year."
"You've never cheated before?" Chrissy asked in wonder.
"That's right," he smiled. "I guess I'm not as sophisticated as you thought, right?"
"Right," she grinned, "but that just makes my job easier."
She helped him out of his clothes, and when he was naked she went to her knees before him and fisted his long dangling cock. She gave it a few teasing pumps, then stuck out her tongue and started to lick his meat.
Larry groaned, shivered, and got an instant hard-on, his cock practically bucking its way out of her fingers.
"So you can't do it any more?" Chrissy said dryly. "Larry, you're really full of shit."
"How was I to know?" he laughed, then he drew her to her feet and guided her over to the bed. "Come on, honey, let's not waste any more time."
Suddenly meek, mild, cool Larry had turned into a tiger. He pulled Chrissy onto the bed and started molding and squeezing her big hot tits, while she rubbed her thighs together in helpless lust. She ogled his long, hard cock and creamed like crazy as she anticipated taking it in her insatiable little cunt.
She reached out and petted his violently throbbing cock while he played with her tits. She'd loved playing with Art's cock when they were first married. In fact she couldn't keep her hands off it. She was still fascinated with cocks. She saw thick cream oozing from Larry's piss hole, and she drooled at the sight of it.
Then she scooted down, knelt beside him, and dipped her head low over his stiff-standing prick. Her tits were out of his reach, and he just settled back to watch her as she darted her tongue out and began licking his engorged boner. He groaned and shivered as the hot juicy meat contacted the sensitive head of his cock.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, that feels great, honey," he sighed. "I wish my wife would do that to me."
"She doesn't give you head?" Chrissy cried in amazement. "After all these years?"
"Right," he said grimly. "In all these years June hasn't learned a single new thing. She's not interested, she won't even try. In fact she won't even let me make suggestions. It's gotten pretty damned dull, believe me."
"I can imagine, poor baby," Chrissy cooed. "But believe me, it's not gonna be dull tonight."
She whipped her hot greedy tongue all over the swollen purple head of his prick, gobbling up every drop of the hot salty cream that oozed from his piss hole. She drove the stiff tip of her tongue into the dark cleft and scooped out more delicious juice.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm," she moaned.
She was drooling uncontrollably as she gobbled Larry's prick cream. It had been far too long since she'd enjoyed that special taste. She gorged herself on it now, lapping up every drop of juice that dribbled from his cock, rolling it around in her mouth and savoring it.
Larry looked like he'd died and gone to heaven. He'd been a good husband and father, a totally faithful guy, all his adult life, and all it had gotten him was boredom in bed and a frigid wife. Now he was cutting loose, treating himself to this gorgeous horny young widow.
Chrissy could tell he wasn't feeling the least bit guilty.
"I kinda think you like this, Larry," she laughed.
"Yeah," he leered, "I'd like it even better if you sucked it."
"You got it," she grinned.
Giving this handsome older man the first decent sexual experience of his life was almost like taking a virgin. Chrissy loved it. She licked his cock clean of all that tasty juice, then opened her moist lips wide and slid them down the rigid pole of his prick.
"Ahhhhh, Jesus, yeah!" he groaned.
She took in almost all of his long throbbing prick, and she fisted and pumped the rest. Pulling in her cheeks sharply, the cock-hungry widow began to suck on his meat. She suctioned the delicious cream from his piss-hole and gobbled it, while Larry groaned in bliss.
"Ah, yeah, fantastic, don't stop!" he cried hoarsely.
Chrissy was content to go on sucking him for hours if he wanted her to. It had been five frustrating years since she'd gone down on a man, and she was starved for the taste of cock cream. She sucked loudly and greedily on his meat, her mouth scorching hot and juicy.
"Oh, shit, this is beautiful," Larry groaned. "I wanta come in your mouth."
"Umm-hmmm!" Chrissy moaned in agreement.
He felt her drooling all over his prick and he knew she meant it. She was hungry for a whole boiling mouthful of his come. He proceeded to give it to her. Wild with excitement as he got his very first blow-job, Larry spun out of control and started fucking her mouth in quick urgent jabs.
"Oh, shit, am I gonna come!" he panted.
He fucked faster and faster over her slippery tongue, and she panted and sucked, starved for the taste of his jism. She didn't have long to wait for it. A minute later, he groaned and stiffened, and she felt hot come hitting the back of her throat. Then he started fucking her mouth like crazy.
"Eat it, baby, aaaggghhhh!" he yelled.
"Mmmmmm, unnnhhhh!" Chrissy moaned.
She gobbled his come, famished for it. She swallowed the hot globs of cream as fast as she could get them. Larry howled and fed her blast after blast of the delicious cream, wild with excitement as he came in a woman's mouth for the very first time.
At last he went still, gasping for breath, but
Chrissy went right on noisily and greedily sucking his cock.
"Hey, honey, I'm finished," he told her.
She ignored him and went on sucking. He wasn't leaving her apartment without fucking her, that was for damned sure, so she went on working to give him another hard-on.
Larry stared at her, puzzled, till a few minutes later when his prick began to swell and harden.
"Well, I'll be damned," he said. "I always thought I was a one-shot guy."
"Not tonight, you aren't," Chrissy laughed as she released his steel-hard, spit-soaked boner.
She admired her work, shivering with anticipation as she ogled his rigidly standing cock. Then she threw a leg over him and straddled him, rubbing the swollen folds of her pussy over the hard head of his prick. He snorted with lust and grabbed her by the waist.
"I bet you could use a good fuck, couldn't you, honey?" he leered.
"Are you kidding?" Chrissy moaned. "I haven't been laid in five years, Larry."
Of course she wasn't going to mention Ricky the paperboy or Jack Emerson, Art's business partner. She wanted Larry to think he was the first to get to Art's sex-starved young widow, because that would have a very arousing effect on him.
It worked. Larry gave a lusty bellow and plowed his cock into her cunt, deep and hard. She threw back her head and wailed in bliss, soaking his cock with thick molten cunt juice. He might as well have been her first lover in five years, because she was that horny. Ricky and Jack had just whetted her appetite for more fucking.
"Oh, yessss!" she wailed. "Get into me, Larry! Give me every inch of that big cock, honey!"
His face contorted with lust, Larry growled and snorted as he hammered his steel-hard cock in her greedy little cunt. Chrissy sobbed with delight. This was exactly what she needed, a mercilessly hard fucking, a thorough deep reaming of her starved pussy-hole. She soaked his meat with rush after rush of sizzling juice.
"Oh, yeah, fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee!" she howled.
Dimly she remembered vowing that she wouldn't fuck another guy till after her husband's funeral. Well, that slipped her mind somehow, and now the damage was done. She certainly wasn't going to quit in mid-fuck. Maybe this session would satisfy her and she could control herself till after the funeral service.
She pushed the subject from her mind and rode Larry's jackhammering cock with blissful squeals and gurgles. Larry ogled her big swaying tits and watched his thick hard cock spearing in and out between her widely stretched pussy lips. He looked very proud of himself, and Chrissy was glad she'd made him feel like a man again.
All he'd needed, really, was a little adventure, a little variety. His face red with lust, he fucked into her faster and faster, till the bed began to creak. The harder he did it to her, the better it felt to the love-starved blonde widow. She closed her eyes and sailed into orbit, her cunt exploding with sensation.
"Unnnhhh, Larry! You did it! I'm corningwhaaahhhh!" Chrissy screamed.
"Oh, shit, yeah! Awwwwww!" Larry yelled.
Chrissy sobbed with ecstasy as she took her third boiling load of the day. She'd never fucked this much before, not even in the hot horny days of her honeymoon with Art. Something was driving her, something she couldn't control. She wondered if the urge would ever be satisfied.
"Chrissy, I can't thank you enough," Larry said when it was over. "You've done wonders for my ego."
"You've done wonders for me, too, Larry," she purred. "Can you stay the night?"
"I wish I could, honey, but it just wouldn't look right," Larry said. "I'll be back to see you tomorrow."
Chrissy ushered him out of the apartment with regret. She really could have used another fuck. In fact she felt like she could make love all night. But, she told herself firmly, she was just going to have to clean up her act till the funeral was over.
CHAPTER FOUR
Just one more day and I'm free, Chrissy thought when she woke the next morning.
Art's funeral was the following day, and after that she intended to cut loose and fuck every attractive man who came on to her. Till then, however, she resolved to behave like a grieving widow.
She showered, had a little breakfast, and got dressed. She had a lot on her mind, and it was only halfway through dressing that she realized what a sexy outfit she was putting on. She was wearing skin-tight red pants and a matching sweater top that outlined her big ripe tits.
She knew she ought to wear black, and she should definitely wear something more modest and demure. Sighing, she walked over to the closet to look for something else, but at that moment the doorbell rang. Stepping into some backless high-heeled sandals, Chrissy hurried to answer it.
Her caller was Matt Lawson, Art's attorney and she almost groaned at the sight of him. He was about thirty, six feet tall, with curly brown hair and a sexy grin and a fantastic body. He was a horny widow's sex fantasy come true. And she'd just vowed to be a good girl!
"Hi, Chrissy," he said, stepping into the apartment, "sorry to bother you so early, but we've got some papers to go over."
"No problem, Matt," Chrissy said, leading him over to the couch. "I know it's a necessary formality. Want some coffee?"
"Sure, great," he said, opening his briefcase and spreading some important-looking papers out on the coffee table. "This shouldn't take long. I just want to explain some things to you and have you sign some papers."
Chrissy gritted her teeth as she poured the coffee and brought the cups to the table. Of all the people to show up now, Matt was the most tempting by far. Even when she was married, she'd had a secret letch for him. She was really going to have to watch herself with the handsome young lawyer.
One thing would help, though. In the years he'd been Art's attorney, Matt hadn't shown the slightest interest in Chrissy. He'd never flirted with her, tried to catch her eye, or even looked appreciatively at her body. He'd been one hundred percent discreet. She hoped he stayed that way.
"As you know, Art left you everything," Matt was saying, "so it's just a matter of me explaining the estate and you signing the proper papers."
"Okay, shoot," Chrissy sighed.
She managed to pay attention and spell her name right, but that was about all. She was very conscious of that gorgeous hunk sitting inches away from her, and she couldn't forget how badly she wanted him. She had a wild urge to tear his clothes off and jump him.
To make matters worse, she'd woken up horny. It was just as she'd feared. All the loving she'd gotten yesterday had just made her hungry for more. She needed to fuck so badly, she could have screamed. And if she'd ever wanted to fuck a man, it was Matt. He turned her on like crazy.
"There, that takes care of it," he said, gathering up the papers and storing them in his briefcase. "So much for business. Now, how about you, Chrissy? How are you holding up?"
Chrissy eyed him and felt her self-control flying out the window. Hell, she'd already seduced three guys before the funeral, so what difference would one more make?
She glanced at Art's photo and gave it a sheepish little smile. Then she looked at Matt.
"Oh, Matt," she cooed, "I'm so lonely."
As she'd expected, he pulled her into a hug.
"Hey, of course you're lonely, honey," he said, patting her back, "and if there's anything I can do to help, you just tell me."
"You could stay awhile," Chrissy sniffed, burying her face against his jacket.
"Of course," he crooned, "whatever you want."
Chrissy wanted quite a lot, but for openers she put her hand on his leg and caressed the hard prominent muscles. She started inching her fingers up toward his cock. Meanwhile she slid her mouth onto his and gave him a quick but sensuous kiss, flicking her tongue between his lips lightly but suggestively.
Matt looked a little flushed and glassy-eyed after that kiss, which was just what Chrissy wanted.
"You're so nice to me, Matt," she cooed.
"Hey, honey," he said hoarsely, "it's hard not to be nice to you. You're a very attractive lady."
"You never let me know that before," she scolded with grin. "You hardly even looked at me."
"I didn't trust myself," he chuckled. "I was afraid I'd get a hard-on for you right in front of Art. But seriously, it just didn't seem right to come on to my employer's wife."
"Well, now I'm his widow, so you don't have to worry about that," Chrissy cooed as she slid her hand onto his fly.
His eyes widened as she started caressing his cock through his clothes. It only took him about a second to respond. She shivered with excitement as she felt his meat swelling under her teasing fingers. His prick grew into a big hard bulge that throbbed in her hand.
"Mmmmm, that feels so exciting," she purred.
Then she noticed that while Matt seemed very aroused, he was also looking uneasily to one side. She followed his glance to that stern-looking photo of Art hanging on the wall. Art seemed to be looking right at them.
"Excuse me a second, honey," Chrissy said, getting up and going to the photo. She lifted it down from the wall and carried it over to the buffet, where she tucked it away in a drawer. She didn't mean to be disrespectful to Art, but he was having a very dampening effect on her seduction scene. Smiling serenely, she returned to the couch and slid her hand right back onto the big hard bulge in Matt's pants.
"Now, where were we?" she purred.
"I'm not sure," Matt chuckled. "I have a feeling you're calling the shots, Mrs. Cole."
Chrissy grinned, took his hands, and slipped them up under her sweater. She went back to teasing his cock through his pants.
Matt rolled the sweater up over her big thrusting tits and ogled the nearly bursting cups of her bra.
"I always wondered if they were for real."
"Now you can find out," she leered.
He did just that, reaching behind her and unsnapping her bra. He drew it off and tossed it aside, his eyes fixed hotly on her superb big tits. He ran his hands over the hot silky melons and gave a lusty shiver.
"Yeah," he said hoarsely, "they're real, all right!"
Then he dipped his head down, stuck out his tongue, and started licking her big cone-shaped nipples.
Chrissy gurgled with excitement, and her soft tit-cones quickly grew into long rigid buds under the sexy stimulation of his lashing tongue. He coated both stiff nipples with his hot spit.
"Mmmmm, that feels so nice," Chrissy gurgled. "Would you mind if I play with your cock, Matt?"
"I think I can tough it out," he laughed.
While he licked and fondled her luscious big tits, she unzipped his pants. She grasped his pants and his shorts and tugged them down over his ass. That freed his stiff cock, which jutted out obscenely.
Chrissy shivered lustily at the sight of it and quickly wrapped her fingers around it.
"Mmmmmm, it's a beauty," she gurgled.
"I'm glad you think so," Matt said, his voice hoarse with excitement. "Listen, how about doing me a really big favor, Chrissy? For years I've been having this fantasy about you."
He hesitated, blushing a little, and Chrissy laughed and said, "Go on, tell me your fantasy. It'll turn me on."
"Well, okay," he grinned. "I'm sitting in my office, and you walk in and say you've had the hots for me for years, and you just can't keep your hands off me any longer. Then you kneel between my legs and-"
"Never mind," Chrissy leered, "I get it. Let's start over. You're sitting in your office."
She got up, crossed the room, then whirled to face him.
"Matt," she exclaimed, "I've got the hots for you, and I just can't help it. I have to have you."
Hurrying over to him, she knelt on the rug and wriggled between his thighs. She fisted his cock and started pumping it and fanning it with her hot panting breath. Matt got a great big grin on his face, and she knew she'd guessed the rest of his fantasy.
She didn't need any more coaching. Fisting the thick hairy base of his cock, she started licking the rest, lashing her hot little tongue all over the sensitive column of blue-veined meat.
Matt slumped back and groaned in bliss. He shivered lustily as he watched her juicy pink tongue whipping his meat.
"Yeah, baby, go for it," he groaned, "go down on me, Chrissy."
She wasn't just indulging his fantasy. She was really hungry for his cock. She proved it by drooling all over his meat as she coated it with her hot saliva. Thick globs of cream began oozing from his piss hole, and she speared them up with the pointed tip of her tongue and drew them into her mouth, gobbling them.
"Mmmmm, ummmmm!" she murmured.
"Oh, shit, fantastic!" Matt moaned.
It was his long-time fantasy come true-his employer's gorgeous young wife on her knees in front of him, licking his cock like it was candy. He'd jacked off to that fantasy so many times, he'd lost count. Now it was coming true, and he could hardly contain his lust.
"Suck it, Chrissy, suck my cock!" he begged.
She gave a hungry gurgle, and her blonde head dipped even lower. She opened her red-glossed lips very wide and started sliding them down around his frantically throbbing boner, and Matt almost shot off the couch.
"Oh, shit, yeah!" he yelped.
She took almost all of his cock into her mouth, drew in her cheeks, and began to suck. Her sucking was greedy and strong. She drew the hot cream out of his piss hole and gobbled it as fast as she could get it. Her light-blonde hair flew as her head bobbed up and down over his stiff boner.
"Jesus, yeah, perfect!" he groaned.
Chrissy agreed. His cock was a beauty, long and thick and rock-hard, and she adored having it throb on her tongue and leak delicious cream onto her taste buds. She could never get enough of that special flavor. She sucked harder and harder by the second, wild for his juice.
She vaguely remembered that Art's funeral was just twenty-four hours away and that she ought to be grieving, not going down on her deceased husband's attorney. But she just couldn't bring herself to stop. It was too damned much fun, and she hadn't had any fun in five years.
Surely Art would understand. He'd never meant for her to live without sex. Just the opposite. He'd married her so they could fuck like bunnies. But it just hadn't lasted very long, and she was sure he'd understand if she couldn't contain the lust he'd created in her.
Art had taught her everything she knew about sex. He'd gotten her hooked on it. He'd made her dependent on regular good fucking, and then everything had ended so abruptly. It was no wonder his hot-pants young widow couldn't control herself now that she'd finally gotten her hands on a lover.
"Mmmmm, uummmm!" she moaned as she sucked Matt's fat hard boner and gobbled his cream.
Matt was almost cross-eyed with horniness by now, and he groaned. "Baby, I'm gonna cream your mouth in about half a second."
Chrissy just sucked harder on his cock-meat, letting him know that she wanted a whole hot mouthful of his jizz. That really sent him into high gear. He spun out of control and started jabbing his cock back and forth over her slippery tongue. She firmed her grip on the base of his cock so he couldn't fuck right into her throat.
"Awwwww, yeah, eat it, awwww!" Matt yelled.
Chrissy's cheeks bulged with the sudden steaming deluge of his come. She let the delicious juice collect till she just had to swallow it.
Matt roared and pumped blast after blast of thick jism into her mouth, then fell back at last, panting and red-faced.
"Christ," he breathed, "fantastic! You give a terrific blow-job, Chrissy!"
"Thanks," she grinned. "How are you at giving head, Matt?"
"I can take a hint," he laughed. "But why don't we take off all our clothes and get comfortable?"
"Good idea," she leered.
They quickly got rid of their clothes, frankly ogling each other's fine young body.
Matt was muscular, hairy and broad-chested, a real turn-on for Chrissy. He growled with excitement as he studied her incredible figure. Then she lay down on the couch and spread her legs very wide, one leg draped up over the back, the other dangling off the edge.
Matt growled again as he ogled her luscious-looking pink slit. He crawled between her legs and lay flat on his belly, his face an inch from her cunt. She saw his tongue flash out, and she screamed in ecstasy as it made delicious hot contact with her long-neglected pussy.
"Ohhhhh, God, yessss!" she sobbed.
One of the things Art had done best, and one of the things Chrissy missed most, was pussy eating. She absolutely adored it. She'd never been able to get enough of Art's expert tonguing and sucking, and now it had been five years since a man had done it to her. She was in heaven.
Matt was good at it, too. His big hot tongue was all over her pussy, lathering it with hot spit and sizzling into every sensitive fold. She creamed helplessly, soaking his tongue and his bobbing chin. Then she felt his stiff tongue sliding up her cunt, and she howled in ecstasy.
"Yes, yes, stick it in meeee!" she screamed.
She was glad she didn't have Art's picture staring down at her now. He would have seen his lust-crazed young widow with her legs wide open, screaming blissfully as his long-time lawyer tongue-fucked her. But luckily there were no witnesses at all as Matt pistoned his tongue in her seething wet cunt.
"Ohhhh, honey, I love that!" Chrissy sobbed. "Don't stop, get me off with that big ol' tongue!"
Matt was making another fantasy come true as he pistoned his stiff tongue in the young widow's cream-spurting cunt. He'd often imagined himself doing this to her, taking her to ecstasy with his deep-spearing tongue, but he'd never dreamed it would really happen.
Her cunt was smoking hot and deliciously gripping around his hard-driving tongue, and she was going out of her mind with pleasure and creaming all over his face. He shoved his hands under her writhing little ass and held it still so he could shove his tongue into her as deep as possible.
"Ohhhh, God, ohhhhh!" Chrissy screamed as she began to come.
She came and came. She couldn't recall another orgasm like it. It was more than one climax, it was a whole long string of explosions set off by Matt's expertly pistoning tongue. She almost blacked out with the pleasure of it.
"Oooooh, honey, you're making me come so good!" she sobbed. "I love it, Mattunnnhhhh!"
As Matt tongued her through that chain of body-wracking orgasms, he realized fully how much she'd needed this. The young widow was incredibly horny, the hottest woman he'd ever made love to. But no wonder. Her husband had been an invalid for five long years, and in that time pretty Chrissy hadn't gotten any loving at all.
Of course Matt didn't know about Ricky, Jack and Larry. He thought he was the first lover Chrissy had had in years. So he decided to make it especially good for her. Still driving his tongue deep and hard in her spasming cunt, he wriggled his little finger up her ass-hole and pumped it like a hard cock, bringing her off that way, too.
It was a first for Chrissy. Art had never played with her brownie. She was astonished at how hard she came.
"Unnnhhhh! Shit! Fuck! Aaahhhh!" she screamed.
After that she just had to stop and rest. Matt rose, grinning at her, his handsome face smeared with her thick hot come-cream.
"Look what I've got for you," he leered, showing her his stiff and drooling cock.
"Oh, goody," Chrissy gurgled. "Let's go to the bedroom."
CHAPTER FIVE
Chrissy happily led the way to her bedroom. With Art's funeral scheduled for the very next morning, there didn't seem much point in trying to behave or to keep all those promises to herself. She'd tried, but her lust was a whole lot stronger than her conscience.
Her deceased husband's handsome young attorney slid onto the bed beside her, his big cock hard and ready. Chrissy eyed his cock and gurgled with anticipation. By now she'd almost lost count of how many guys she'd fucked since becoming a widow. She just knew she hadn't had enough.
Curling her fingers around Matt's thick throbbing boner, she started pumping it, and he shivered with excitement. He slid a hand between her hot thighs and massaged the scorching wet flesh of her pussy, making her squeal with delight and cream all over his fingers.
"Five whole years, huh?" he asked with a grin. "Five years without sex?"
"Me too," he leered. "Now let's see just what we can do about your problem."
He was Chrissy's kind of guy, all right. like her, he considered all that delicious oral sex as just an appetizer. It had been loads of fun going down on each other, but now they were going to get serious. While she pumped his massive hot hard-on and he stroked her helplessly creaming pussy, they were looking forward to a nice long fuck.
For Matt, it was going to be the realization of a five-year fantasy. That was how long he'd been daydreaming about Art Cole's incredibly stacked young wife and aching to get into her pants. At last it was going to happen, and he could hardly contain his excitement.
For Chrissy, it would be the first time she'd fucked a guy who was even remotely her own age. She'd made it with much older men-her husband Art, and then Jack and Larry. She'd made it with a much younger guy, Ricky, the paperboy. But for age and physical attraction, Matt was much better suited to her.
She ogled his powerfully muscled body and just about came from looking at him. He was gorgeous. He was the kind of guy she really wanted to let herself go with. She caught herself jerking her hips in a lusty fucking motion as he played with her pussy, and she knew she was ready.
"Fuck me, Matt!" she moaned. "I need it so bad!"
"Jesus, I bet you do!" he said, rolling on top of her.
She let him go on thinking that he was the first guy to fuck her in five years. It did no harm, and it really got him excited. She spread her legs wide, and as his massive boner began to cram her cunt, she howled with pleasure. She was so horny, it really did feel like she hadn't fucked in five years.
"Yes, yes, get into me, honey!" she moaned. "Give me every inch of that big thing!"
"Oh, shit, yeah!" Matt groaned.
He cunt was even nicer than in his fantasies. It was amazingly tight for a woman her age, but then it hadn't been fucked much. Her pussy was scorching hot and slippery with juice, and as he went into her, her greedy little fuck tunnel gripped and sucked at his meat. The lady was horny, all right.
"Oooooo, yeah, more!" she squealed.
Panting with excitement, Matt shoved his cock into her as far as he could, till only his balls were showing. He paused to catch his breath and savor the sensation, his meat buried to the hilt in the deliciously tight and steamy hole. But soon Chrissy started wriggling her hips with impatience.
"Come on, Matt, fuck me!" she whined. "I'll go crazy if you don't fuck me, baby!"
"Not to worry," he growled. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out, lady."
"Oh, yeah, do it!" she cried.
He shoved his hands under her hot wriggly ass, got a good grip, and started fucking her hard and deep.
Chrissy sobbed with pleasure and soaked his pistoning boner with hot floods of cream. Again she was getting the hard fucking she craved, the thorough fucking she couldn't do without.
"Yes, yes, that's it!" she panted. "Fuck me good and hard, Matt!"
Snorting with excitement, his face red and lusty, Matt hammered his cock into her and listened to her squeals and moans and gurgles of delight. She was very responsive and uninhibited, and he loved that in a girl. Fucking was no time for modesty, in his opinion.
Her words told him how much she craved his cock, and her body told him, too. She was creaming steadily and helplessly, the scorching cream overflowing her cock-crammed cunt. Her hips jerked to his rhythm, fucking back at him, and she clawed the bed and shuddered with bliss each time he plowed his prick to her womb.
"Unnnhhhh, shit, it feels so damned good!" she sobbed.
She acted like a woman who hadn't been fucked in five years-because she felt like one. Her act totally convinced Matt, and he wanted to fuck her till she glutted herself on it. He had his second wind and could go a long time. He never wanted to pull his swollen cock out of her velvety sucking pussy hole.
Now she was arching her body up against his and rubbing her swollen clit against his sawing shaft, getting delicious hot friction. Her cunt and clit were both stimulated, both giving off hot sparks of pleasure.
Matt felt her creaming even more heavily and hotly.
"Oooooh, shit! Ooooooh!" she squealed.
He thought she might come right then and there as she greedily rubbed her joy button against his sawing cock. But she wanted even more sensation. She threw her legs around his waist and locked them there, taking his hard-driving cock as deep as she could get it. As he reamed out her molten depths, she gasped and shuddered and started to come.
"Unnnnhhh, you're doing it to meeee, I'm cominnngggg!" she screamed.
Matt gasped, too, as her convulsing cunt squeezed his dick almost flat. It would have been easy for him to come right along with her as her spasming cunt tugged and squeezed and sucked around his swollen prick. But he wasn't ready to quit yet. He rode out her body-wracking climax, fucking her hard.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, unnnhhhhh!" she gurgled.
It was a delicious climax, but even as she was shivering with the aftershocks, Chrissy was ready for more. She was relieved to feel Matt's cock as hard and eager as ever in her cunt. She just hoped he could last long enough to give her all the fucking she needed.
"Fuck me another way now, honey," she gurgled.
"Sure," he laughed, "how do you want it?"
He drew back, pulling his dripping cock from her cunt, and Chrissy rolled over into the doggy position, her cute little ass sticking up in the air. With a lusty growl, Matt knelt behind her and plowed his rock-hard boner to her womb, forcing out thick floods of cream that gushed down her legs.
"Ohhhh, yeah, get into meeee!" she howled. "Fuck me good and hard, honey! Never stop!"
She grabbed fistfuls of bedspread as Matt began fucking her hard and fast. The impact of his fucking would have pushed her forward and right off the bed if she hadn't hung on to something. But she loved his rough deep fucking, and she responded with moans of pleasure and floods of steaming juice.
"Ooooooh, yeah! Fuck hard, baby! I love it!" she cried.
Matt watched his thick hard boner pistoning in and out between her widely stretched cunt-lips. He snorted with arousal and fucked into her steadily faster and harder. He knew she could take it. After five long years without sex, this gorgeous young widow was wild to be fucked.
His flat belly slapped loudly against her firm little ass, and her shapely body shuddered with the impact of his fucking, but she just kept gurgling and moaning with pleasure. She soaked his meat with countless floods of sizzling cunt cream. He watched the pearly juice overflow her crammed box and gush down her legs.
He watched her fantastic big tits swinging back and forth as he rocked her body with his hard fucking. Her stiff nipples almost grazed the bed. Her cunt seemed to be getting tighter and hotter by the second, her cries more shrill, and he realized that she was already on the brink of another orgasm.
"You gonna come again, baby?" he asked hoarsely.
"Shit, yes, real quick!" she sobbed.
Matt knew a little trick that would really send her into orbit. He kept up the pace, fucking her deep and hard and fast, and he reached around her and found the throbbing little bud of her clit. He grasped it between his fingers and gave it a long firm squeeze.
Chrissy's body shuddered violently, and he felt her sizzling come-cream drenching his meat.
"Ooooooh, shit! I'm coming! Ooooooh!" she screamed.
Once more her fantastically tight cunt started squeezing and sucking at his cock. He fucked her and massaged her clit as she came, giving her intense pleasure. It would have been easy and fun to explode his load into her, but he didn't want to quit yet. There was plenty of lust left in both of them.
"Ohhhhh, God, Matt, I gotta rest," Chrissy moaned as she finally stopped convulsing.
"Not finished already, I hope?" he chuckled.
"Hell, no," she laughed, "I just have to catch my breath."
That was understandable. She had come twice, and violently, in just a few minutes of his fucking.
Matt pulled his steel-stiff cock out of her and she collapsed, panting and gasping. He watched the pearly come-cream dripping from her blonde-fringed cuntal opening, and his cock gave a lusty jerk.
Chrissy didn't mean to make him impatient. She was just as horny as ever. But she didn't want to rush. She wanted to pause for a second and savor the deliciously bruised sensation in her famished pussy hole. It felt so great to get fucked again. How had she done without it for so long?
But soon she was wriggling lustily again, and she turned to find Matt, hard-cocked and leering, right behind her. She stared at his massive hard-on and gurgled with anticipation. This horny young guy was ready to go as long as she was, it seemed. They wanted to fuck each other into total exhaustion.
"How do you want it this time, Matt?" she grinned.
"I was just thinking about that," he leered, "and here's what I came up with."
He rolled her onto her back, knelt between her thighs, and then took her long shapely legs and draped them up over his powerful shoulders. That way he opened her juicy pink pussy completely to his stiff cock and his lusty eyes. Chrissy wasn't embarrassed, just incredibly turned on.
"Yeah," he rasped, "now I can see everything I wanta see."
Fucking her in the doggy position had been great, but it lacked one vital ingredient. He couldn't see her face. Now, in this new position, he could watch her reactions as he eased his rock-hard wrist-thick cock into her. He went in slowly, savoring the results.
"Oooooo, shit, yessss!" Chrissy hissed.
Matt had the naughty thrill of watching her pretty face twist into a lusty mask. He watched her teeth flash in a grimace of hot pleasure as he fed inch after inch of stiff cock into her long-starved cunt. By the time she'd taken all of his meat, she was sobbing with relief.
"Unnnhhh, honey! That big thing feels so good in me!" she moaned. "I can't ever get enough of your cock, Matt, not ever."
The young attorney grinned triumphantly. He loved her hot response. He'd fucked girls who acted like they were doing him a favor, even girls who acted so unalive that he wondered if he should take their pulse. Chrissy wasn't at all like that. She loved taking his cock, and she let him know it.
He started fucking her deep and hard, and she threw back her head. "Oh, yeah, baby! Fuck it to meeeee! Fuck me crazy!"
Matt snorted with excitement and gave it to her really hard, shaking her body with the impact. He watched her huge ripe tits bounce and quiver, and he watched his pile-driving cock force the thick hot cream out of her little cunt. She never protested his roughness. No, she seemed to get off on it.
"Fuck it to me! Fuck it to meee!" she howled.
Chrissy was loving each deep hard thrust of Matt's cock and still wondering how she'd survived five years without getting laid. She couldn't do it again, that was for sure. From now on she had to have regular, great sex, and she wouldn't settle for less than that.
Of course it was naughty of her to be fucking guy after guy even before Art was buried, but she didn't seem to be able to control herself. And hadn't she given Art everything she could? He'd had her cherry, and he'd taught her to love sex. Then she'd gone without sex all those years because she believed in being faithful to her husband. Wasn't that enough?
Well, it didn't matter, because she was doing it anyway. She couldn't wait for the funeral. She moaned in ecstasy as Matt fucked her faster and faster, bringing her quickly to the brink of another body-shattering climax. She couldn't seem to stop coming, but of course she wasn't knocking that.
"Mmmmm, wow! I'm gonna come again!" she moaned.
"Already?" Matt gasped. "Baby, you're the horniest lady I ever met. But no wonder."
He undraped her legs from his shoulders and let them slide down to lock around his waist. That way his pistoning cock was rubbing furiously over her clit, the most sensitive organ of her body, and giving her fantastic pleasure. He felt the thick steaming flood of her cream, then the hard shuddering of her body.
"Ohhhh, yeah! whaaahhhhh!" the young widow screamed, coming again.
Matt gritted his teeth and just barely managed to keep shooting his load into her hard-squeezing cunt. He'd come on their next round for sure. So he decided to make that last round very special. He put his naughty imagination to work and came up with something extremely kinky.
He let Chrissy catch her breath before he pulled his dripping cock from her creaming box and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. She shivered with anticipation of another hard fuck. But this time the massive head of Matt's stiff cock pressed against her ass-hole, not her cunt.
"Matt, what on earth?" she gasped.
He didn't answer, just started easing his thick prick into her shitter, proceeding slowly but steadily.
Chrissy clawed the bed and got wide-eyed as her tiny slick ass-hole received a cock for the very first time. She was astonished to find that it felt sexy and exciting.
"Oooooh, shit! Ooooooh!" she squealed.
"You like it?" Matt panted.
"Yeah," she giggled, "it feels wild."
Matt grunted and pushed till he'd filled her steamy little brownie full of throbbing cock. He fucked her ass slowly and sensuously, not wanting to hurt her.
Chrissy loved that deep probing, and she found that her shitter was just as responsive and horny as her cunt.
"Unnnnhhh, yes, baby! Fuck my ass!" she sobbed. "Get me off in my ass!"
She hadn't known you could come that way, but it was obvious from the start. She was going to climax like crazy from his ass-fucking, and it was going to be just as good as normal fucking. She creamed steadily and clawed the bed as he probed her hot shitter with his steel-hard cock.
Then she felt the massive orgasm welling up from the depths of her ass and shaking her whole body.
"You're doing it to me! I'm coming--whaahhhh!" she screamed.
"Take my load up your hot little ass, baby! Awwwww!" Matt bellowed, flooding her sucking ass-hole with blast after blast of jizz.
"Ohhhh, yeah, baby! Cream my ass! Unnnhhhh!" the horny young widow sobbed.
It sure was a first for Chrissy. Art had never done anything with her sensitive brownie. He hadn't even played with it, let alone fucked it.
She was delighted to have run across a lover as kinky and naughty as Matt. They rocked and howled together for a long delicious mutual come.
"Damn, I wish I didn't have to get back to the office," he sighed as they finally stopped coming.
"Yeah, me, too," Chrissy said wistfully. "Do you suppose you could come back tonight?"
"Sure, baby, I'd love to," he said.
It was only after he'd left that Chrissy remembered that Larry had promised to come back, too. Oh, well, she'd handle the situation somehow.
CHAPTER SIX
Meanwhile it was back to the shower. Chrissy freshened up, put on a decent and demure black dress, and sat around the apartment feeling bored as hell. She'd be so glad when the mourning period was over and she could act the way she really felt-hot and horny and ready for living.
She strolled over to the buffet and took Art's photo out of the drawer, where she'd stowed it while making love with Matt. She carried the big frame over to the couch and sat looking at her late husband. This was a photo taken to impress his business clients, showing him as dignified and stern.
Chrissy sighed and spoke to the portrait.
"Art, honey, I know I'm not behaving myself very well," she said, "but I kinda think you understand. I mean, you know how hot-blooded I am, and you know I didn't even look at another guy for five years, while you were sick. So could you forgive me?"
Art just went on looking stern. Chrissy was about to try again to explain things to him, or rather to his photo, when the doorbell rang. She set the frame down on the coffee table and went to the door. There was Art's younger brother, Bernie Cole, who lived in nearby New Jersey.
"Chrissy, honey, I'm so sorry!" Bernie exclaimed, pulling her into a bear hug. "I got here as soon as I could. You must feel awful."
While he squeezed her so tight that every inch of their bodies touched, Chrissy stared over his shoulder in wonder. Bernie had never shown her this much sympathy or interest before. In fact he'd treated her like another household appliance in his brother's condo. So how come he was being so nice all of a sudden?
"Thank you, Bernie," she said, wriggling out of his grasp. "Won't you come in?"
"Sure, sure," he said, barging past her into the apartment, "I can take an hour off work."
Bernie was a stockier, shorter version of Art, not as attractive, and he didn't have Art's smooth personality, either. Bernie was openly hungry-for money, women, and any other good thing he could grab. Now he was pacing around the living room eyeing the furniture and the decorations.
Suddenly Chrissy got the picture.
"I've seen the will, Bernie," she said, "and Art didn't leave you anything. He left it all to me."
"Shit," Bernie muttered, "and I took an hour off work to find that out." Then he managed to pull himself together, pasting a smile on his face as he turned to Chrissy. "Well, them's the breaks," he said. "Guess I'll be going. Oh, if you need anything, let me know."
As a matter-of-fact, Chrissy needed something that very moment. She'd had a fantastic love-making session with Matt, but her lust was still strong. She'd adore getting it on again. Her brother-in-law wasn't the most handsome guy she'd ever met, but he was powerfully built, and his strong hairy male body turned her on.
She knew Bernie had the hots for her. She'd always seen it in his eyes when Art wasn't looking. But he'd never have done anything to piss off his rich and successful brother, so he'd never put the make on Chrissy. Now things were different.
She walked over to Bernie and slipped her arms around his neck and rubbed her ripe young body suggestively against him.
"Oh, Bernie, it was so sweet of you to stop by," she cooed.
His eyes lit up, and he glanced down the low-cut front of her black dress and took in her big creamy tits.
"Uh, hey, no problem, honey," he said. "You want me to stay a little longer?"
"Oh, yes, I'd love that," Chrissy purred. "Would you like a drink, Bernie?"
"Sure, great, whatever you're having," he said, taking a seat on the couch.
Chrissy quickly brought the drinks, then sat down next to him, so close that their thighs rubbed. He kept gawking down the front of her dress. He obviously wasn't thinking about his fat little wife and three bratty kids. He was thinking about getting into his sister-in-law's pants.
"Gosh, Bernie, I'm so lonely since Art passed away," Chrissy said with an exaggerated coo.
"Yeah, I bet you are," he leered. "I guess it gets pretty lonely without a man in your bed, huh?"
He wasn't exactly acting cool, but he was the only male available at the moment.
"That's right, Bernie," Chrissy sighed, "I really do get lonely at night. Gosh, sometimes I toss and turn and I can hardly get to sleep."
"Horny, huh?" Bernie said eagerly.
Gosh, Bernie, you're so sophisticated, Chrissy thought. But she pasted a smile on her face and went on cooing at him, like she didn't understand what he was getting it.
"Maybe that's the reason I can't sleep," she chirped, "maybe I'm horny. Do you suppose that's it, Bernie?"
By now he was practically drooling down the front of her dress.
"I'm willing to bet that's it, honey," he said, "and I could help you out with it."
"You could?" Chrissy cooed. "How?"
"Well, we'd never mention this to my wife, of course, because she wouldn't understand," he said, "but I could give you some loving, and that'd solve your sleeping problems."
"Oh, Bernie, that's so generous of you!" Chrissy exclaimed. "Would you really do that? When?"
"How about right now?" he leered.
"Oh, wonderful!" Chrissy cried, bouncing to her feet, "Come on!"
She led the way to the bedroom, grinning wickedly. Bernie thought he'd tricked her into something, but he had another think coming.
In the bedroom, she started stripping, flinging her clothes carelessly in every direction, while he stood there and watched her, pop-eyed with lust. She watched the fly of his pants balloon into a big hard bulge.
"Bernie, aren't you gonna take off your clothes?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah, sure," he said hoarsely.
He started undressing, but he never took his eyes off his brother's fantastically built widow.
"Shit, it just wasn't fair," he sighed. "Art married a centerfold, and I married a potato. He sure got lucky."
"Well, gosh, Bernie," Chrissy taunted, "Marlene could have a nice body, too, if she just lost a little weight."
"Yeah," he sighed, "about five hundred pounds would do it."
He went on muttering, but Chrissy wasn't listening. She was watching him strip off his shorts, seeing his stiff cock snap free of its confinement and wag obscenely before him. She creamed hard, the molten juice running down her thighs.
Bernie might be an ass-hole in some ways, but his prick was big and hard, and he was ready. That was all Chrissy cared about right now. Naked, she slipped onto the bed and waited for him, and he soon joined her, his thick prick drooling big hot globs of cream that trickled down the blue-veined shaft.
"Oh, boy, I been waiting five years for this," he said, leering at her gorgeous big-titted body. "I never thought I'd get this lucky."
Chrissy smiled innocently as she spread her legs wide open and showed him the glistening rosy flesh of her pussy. He groaned, and his cock gave a lusty buck and drooled more thick cream. Then she folded back the golden fur of her bush and showed him the small hooded lump of her clit.
"Bernie, I'd just love it if you went down on me," she purred. "I love to be licked right here."
"Oh, yeah, sure," he said.
He looked disappointed, just as she'd expected. He probably had in mind a quick fuck, getting his rocks off and dashing back to the office. Chrissy understood the way her brother-in-law's mind worked. But she was going to make him earn whatever pleasure he got from her, and she wasn't going to let him rush things.
He flopped on his belly between her legs, stuck out his tongue, and started licking her cunt. He wasn't especially good at it, the way Art had been, but it was good enough.
Chrissy lay back against a stack of pillows and gurgled with delight as his hot juicy tongue stimulated her clit.
He used the stiff tip of his tongue to tease the little button, rimming and flicking it, no doubt hoping to make her so horny that she'd beg him to fuck her. Well, she was going to surprise him. He was going to have to earn that fuck. She shoved her pussy closer to his face.
"Faster, Bernie," she panted, "lick it real fast!"
He sighed impatiently and swirled his stiff tongue-tip faster around her super-sensitive clit. That felt really exciting, and she squealed with delight and creamed heavily soaking his hot tongue with the tangy liquid. She'd always adored having her clit tongued.
"Ooooooh, yeah, that's great, Bernie!" she cried.
He raised his flushed face and asked hopefully: "Wanta fuck?"
"Not now, honey," Chrissy said innocently, "This feels so good. What's your rush?"
He got the message at last. If he tried to rush her, he wasn't going to get laid. Sighing, he went back to tonguing her throbbing joy button, and she gurgled and squealed with pleasure, molten pussy cream overflowing her cunt and dribbling down over the crack of her ass.
"Mmmmmm, yessss! Terrific!" she moaned.
Bernie's juicy pointed tongue-tip raced around and around the pulsating shaft of her clit, giving her a steady buzz of pleasure and making her cream non-stop. She could have taken hours of that delicious tonguing, but she also wanted to come. In fact if she didn't get off pretty soon, she'd go nuts.
"Suck it now, Bernie," she moaned, "suck my clit and get me off."
There was a grumble or two, but he did it. He knew who was in the driver's seat. He could either do things Chrissy's way or he could forget about fucking her. He caught her throbbing joy button between his lips and started sucking it. She almost flew off the bed.
"Shit, yesssss!" she hissed. "Suck me good and hard, honey, do it till I come!"
She heard a lusty moan from Bernie as she creamed all over his face. Her obvious horniness was driving him wild. No doubt he was wishing she'd ask for his cock instead of his lips, but Chrissy just kept grooving on his sucking, her pretty face contorted with lust, her cream coming out in hot steady spurts.
"More!" she wailed. "Faster!"
Bernie started sucking her clit with lightning speed, making an obscene wet slurping noise that filled the big bedroom. It was punctuated with Chrissy's shrill cries of ecstasy as he sucked her closer and closer to orgasm. She soaked his face with her gushing cunt juice.
"Unnnnhhh, yeah! I'm almost there!" she moaned. "Keep sucking me hard!"
She arched her body and greedily shoved her clit harder against his sucking lips. She felt the hot orgasm blasting out from the base of her joy button, and her whole body began to convulse. Bernie couldn't keep his lips on target, she was writhing so hard, and he rose to his knees to watch her.
"Ohhhhh, God, I'm coming, ohhhhh!" Chrissy howled, her big tits shaking like jelly as she convulsed and rolled around.
Bernie groaned. His cock was hard as steel, so stiff that it hugged his belly. It was drooling thick rivers of cream. His balls felt ready to explode as he watched his brother's lusty young widow coming. He eyed the cream-spurting mouth of her cunt and shivered with horniness.
"Unnnnhhhh, yeah, Pm coming so good!" Chrissy sobbed.
At last she stopped convulsing and opened her eyes. She found Bernie kneeling between her legs and leering expectantly at her. His cock looked so swollen, she thought it would burst. He was obviously dying to stick it into her. Well, too bad.
"Mmmmmm, Bernie, you're a fantastic pussy-eater!" she sighed. "You know what I'd just love? I'd go crazy if you stuck your tongue in my cunt and fucked me with it. Art used to do that, and I liked it better than anything."
Bernie groaned and lay down between her thighs again. He wasn't as dense as she'd thought. He knew exactly what was going on now. There were certain things he had to do before his brother's wife would fuck him. For one thing, he had to prove himself as good a pussy-eater as his brother.
"Ohhhh, God, yesss!" Chrissy moaned as he crammed his tongue into her horny little cunt.
She bent her legs and opened them wide, taking his thick tongue as deep as she could get it. She adored being tongue-fucked. It was just about her favorite way to make love. She creamed all over his face as she took his tongue clear to the root in her steamy velvet-lined pussy.
"Yeah, do it to me, honey! Fuck me with that big ol' tongue!" she moaned.
Bernie moaned back at her as he felt the inside of her cunt with his tongue. Her pussy was deliriously tight and hot and juicy in there, the perfect sheath for his cock. But before he could get his cock into her, he had to prove his talent with his tongue. He started slamming it in and out of her creaming cunt, and she gurgled in ecstasy.
"Yes, yes, fuck it to me, Bernie! Eat me out, honey!" the horny young widow wailed.
Legs spread wantonly wide, face twisted with pleasure, Chrissy lay there and let her brother-in-law piston his long stiff tongue in her cunt. She luxuriated in the delicious sensations, she gorged herself on them. Nothing could feel this good, she was sure of it. Bernie plowed his tongue faster and faster in her seething twat, and she rocketed towards yet another climax.
"Yeah, stick it in me deep, baby! Make me come!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, Bernie! That feels so fuckin' good!"
More horny groans from Bernie. Chrissy knew she was driving him out of his mind with lust, but that was part of her plan. She never had liked his greediness or his superior way of treating her. Now he'd just have to be nice to her, patient with her, or he wouldn't get what he craved.
Since the day she married his brother, Bernie had wanted into her pants. His goal was in sight now, but he was going to have to work for it. He pistoned his throbbing wet tongue harder and harder in her cunt, and she arched up to take it to her sizzling depths.
As his tongue speared deep into the molten pulp of her pussy-hole, Chrissy felt the first hot stab of orgasm. She threw back her head and screamed in ecstasy as the delicious convulsions rocked her body. Her spurting cunt juices soaked Bernie's face, and once again he couldn't stay on target, she was writhing and bucking so hard.
"Ahhhhhh, God, yessss, ahhhhh!" she wailed.
When she finally stopped coming, she found Bernie kneeling between her legs, his cock about to explode. He couldn't contain his lust a second longer.
"Come on, baby, please let me fuck you!" he begged hoarsely.
"Oh, did you wanta fuck, Bernie?" Chrissy cooed innocently. "Sure, go ahead."
He groaned and threw himself onto her, frantically jerking his rock-hard boner around till it crammed her twat. She shoved her hips upward to take it, soaking his meat with hot blasts of cunt juice. He plowed to her womb and started fucking her like a jackhammer.
"Ahhhhhh, shit, fuck, aaahhhh!" he groaned.
"Yeah, fuck it to me, Bernie!" she moaned, clawing his shoulders. "Fuck the living shit out of me!"
He hammered it to her, fucking her harder than she'd ever been fucked in her life, and she greedily rubbed her clit against his jerking shaft. The red-hot friction on her clit and in her cunt made her start coming in seconds. Unfortunately for Bernie, he was coming, too.
"Awwwww, shit, fuck, awwwww!" he roared.
"Oooooo, unnnhhhh, ooooo!" Chrissy howled, her cunt sucking the thick hot jizz from his balls.
Poor Bernie. By the time he got to fuck her, he'd been so aroused that he'd only lasted a few seconds. He looked kind of disgusted with himself as he pulled his soaked boner from her smoking twat and slipped off the bed to find his clothes.
"Sorry to run, honey, but I gotta get back to the office," he said gruffly.
"Oh, that's okay, Bernie," Chrissy said with a big smile. "You've been a real big help. I should be able to sleep now. Will you be at the funeral tomorrow?"
Bernie sighed. "Yeah, I guess there's no getting out of it. I hate to take more time off work, but I can't miss my own brother's funeral."
"That's very big of you, Bernie," Chrissy said. "See you then."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Chrissy got out her sexiest black dress to wear that evening, because she was sure to have male company. Both Larry and Matt had promised to drop by. She just didn't know how she'd handle the situation if both of them showed up at the same time.
But that was the least of her worries. All she really cared about was having an attractive man in her bed that night, and once she got that taken care of, she could deal with anything else.
Though she'd already made it with Matt and Bernie that day, she was in desperate need of more loving.
The black dress was cut very low, showing off her big ripe tits, and it hugged her tall curvy body. She knew she looked very good in it. She made herself a drink and waited, wondering which guy would show up first and whether they could have a quickie before the other one arrived.
About seven, the doorbell rang, and when Chrissy answered it, she gasped.
"Jack!" she exclaimed. "What in the world are you doing here?"
He laughed and slipped by her into the apartment.
"You're surprised?" he asked. "Didn't you think I'd wanta be with you again, baby? Hell, I could hardly wait to get back to you."
This was something Chrissy hadn't counted on. She'd expected Larry or Matt, but not Jack Emerson.
Art's business partner was busy, married, and also very cautious. Somehow she hadn't thought he'd risk gossip by showing up at her place again. But here he was, looking her over eagerly and ready for some more fun.
Not that Chrissy was unhappy about the situation. Jack was a very attractive guy, and she remembered how much fun he'd been in bed. Her pussy swelled and heated at the sight of him, and she felt hot sticky cream seeping from her insatiable little cunt.
"Care for a drink, Jack?" she purred.
"Let's make it a quick one," he grinned.
Chrissy got the message. She and Jack ogled each other as they practically gulped their drinks, and then he pulled her into a hungry embrace. He slid his tongue into her mouth and probed around, and she creamed right through her panties. Her voluptuous body shuddered lustily.
Then Jack was unbuttoning the front of her dress. It was cut so low, there were only a few buttons. He pushed the dress off her shoulders and ogled the fully packed cups of her bra. The bra went next, deftly unhooked from behind. Jack slid the dress down to her waist and tossed her bra aside.
Chrissy slumped back against the couch and let him play with her big hot tits. Her tits were very sensitive, and they got even more so as they swelled and throbbed under Jack's expert touch. He stuck out his tongue and used it to tease her nipples into long stiff nubs.
"Mmmmmm, Jack, that feels so nice!" she gurgled.
"I been thinking about you, baby," he rasped. "I couldn't get my mind off you. I kept remembering how good it was with you, and I'd get a hard-on. My wife wanted to know what the hell was going on."
Chrissy giggled. She could just picture dignified Jack getting a cock stand as he pretended to read the evening paper.
"So what did you tell her?" she asked.
"That I wasn't getting enough," he laughed. "It was true. I wasn't getting enough of you."
"But what did she say?" Chrissy grinned.
"She said I was too old to act that way and that I oughta see a shrink," Jack chuckled. "So here I am, Dr. Chrissy."
"Hmmmmm, this sounds like a very serious case," Chrissy said solemnly. "I'm afraid there's only one cure, Mr. Emerson. I'll have to take you into the bedroom and use my special technique on you."
"I'll try to be brave," Jack leered.
Chrissy led the way to the master bedroom, her pussy on fire with lust. She'd forgotten all about the other visitors she expected that evening. She'd gotten a glimpse of Jack's fly, and it was hard and bulging. That was all she could think about. In the bedroom, she started pulling her clothes off.
Jack was quick to undress, too, and in a few moments they were naked on the bed, kissing and pawing each other. Chrissy hungrily rubbed her swelling mound against Jack's big hard cock, not ashamed to let him know how horny she was. Her pussy and her inner thighs were soaked with her uncontrollably gushing cuntal juices.
"Jesus, honey, you're still horny!" Jack exclaimed.
"You don't know the half of it," she moaned.
Although he didn't know it, she'd fucked three other men since making it with him, and it hadn't done a thing to cool her hot lust. Just the opposite, it had made her wild for more fucking. The more she had, the more she wanted. She reached down and eagerly rubbed his engorged cock, emphasizing how much she wanted it.
"Fuck me, Jack, honey!' she whimpered. "I need it so damned bad!"
"I guess you do," he said wonderingly.
He slid a hand between her thighs and felt the scorching slippery flesh of her cunt. She creamed into his palm. No question about it, Art Cole's luscious young widow was horny out of her mind. Jack's visit couldn't have come at a better time. He gave a horny growl and rolled on top of her.
"Oh, baby, get into me!" she moaned, opening her thighs wide.
Jack slid down between her legs and eased the engorged head of his prick into the tight but juicy opening of her cunt. As he started pushing his meat into her, Chrissy whimpered in bliss. She creamed helplessly, soaking his invading prick with rush after rush of scalding cream. She writhed with excitement as he crammed her full of throbbing meat.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah! Give me all of it!" she wailed. "Every inch of it!"
"You got it, baby," Jack rasped.
He shoved his hands under her firm little ass and cupped it as he began to fuck her in quick hungry jabs. Her excitement was catching. He'd intended to seduce her slowly and deliciously, taking his time and savoring each moment, but it hadn't turned out that way. They fucked at each other like a couple of rutting animals.
"Ahhhhh, yeah! Fuck it to me! Fuck it to meeeee!" Chrissy cried in a horse wail.
"Jesus, your pussy's hot!" Jack groaned.
Her hips jerked to the hard-driving rhythm of his big stiff cock, and the bed creaked to the same tempo. He was panting and groaning, she was whimpering and squealing, as he reamed deep in her molten twat with his iron-hard boner. It was plain old basic fucking, the kind Chrissy liked best.
She bent her legs and spread them as wide as she could to let his pistoning prick spear into her molten depths. She felt every inch of her gripping cunt raked by his plowing cock, and she sobbed in ecstasy. After so long without any loving at all, she craved the deep hard reaming he was giving her.
"Unnnhhh, yes, so damned good!" she howled.
"It sure the fuck is," Jack growled.
As they moaned and yelped at each other and made the bed creak loudly, they didn't hear the one quick and discreet ring of the doorbell. They just went right on fucking hungrily, unaware that they were no longer alone in the apartment.
Larry Gage, Art's old pal, had promised Chrissy he'd come back that day, but he'd made sure nobody noticed. It just wouldn't do for the young widow to be caught making love with her husband's best friend. Of course Larry was very eager to be with her again, but he was being cautious about it.
The only thing that would have given away of her mind. Jack's visit couldn't have come at a better time. He gave a horny growl and rolled on top of her.
"Oh, baby, get into me!" she moaned, opening her thighs wide.
Jack slid down between her legs and eased the engorged head of his prick into the tight but juicy opening of her cunt. As he started pushing his meat into her, Chrissy whimpered in bliss. She creamed helplessly, soaking his invading prick with rush after rush of scalding cream. She writhed with excitement as he crammed her full of throbbing meat.
"Unnnhhhh, yeah! Give me all of it!" she wailed. "Every inch of it!"
"You got it, baby," Jack rasped.
He shoved his hands under her firm little ass and cupped it as he began to fuck her in quick hungry jabs. Her excitement was catching. He'd intended to seduce her slowly and deliciously, taking his time and savoring each moment, but it hadn't turned out that way. They fucked at each other like a couple of rutting animals.
"Ahhhhh, yeah! Fuck it to me! Fuck it to meeeee!" Chrissy cried in a horse wail.
"Jesus, your pussy's hot!" Jack groaned.
Her hips jerked to the hard-driving rhythm of his big stiff cock, and the bed creaked to the same tempo. He was panting and groaning, she was whimpering and squealing, as he reamed deep in her molten twat with his iron-hard boner. It was plain old basic fucking, the kind Chrissy liked best.
She bent her legs and spread them as wide as she could to let his pistoning prick spear into her molten depths. She felt every inch of her gripping cunt raked by his plowing cock, and she sobbed in ecstasy. After so long without any loving at all, she craved the deep hard reaming he was giving her.
"Unnnhhh, yes, so damned good!" she howled.
"It sure the fuck is," Jack growled.
As they moaned and yelped at each other and made the bed creak loudly, they didn't hear the one quick and discreet ring of the doorbell. They just went right on fucking hungrily, unaware that they were no longer alone in the apartment.
Larry Gage, Art's old pal, had promised Chrissy he'd come back that day, but he'd made sure nobody noticed. It just wouldn't do for the young widow to be caught making love with her husband's best friend. Of course Larry was very eager to be with her again, but he was being cautious about it.
The only thing that would have given away his intentions was the hard-on that bulged in his expensive pants. He hadn't been able to control his cock as he thought about another evening of fun in Chrissy's bed. The girl was fantastic. She'd made a tiger out of him, and he could hardly wait for a repeat performance.
He rang the doorbell as softly as he could, so the neighbors wouldn't hear, but there was no answer. Maybe Chrissy was in another room and hadn't heard him. But since she was expecting him, Larry figured it was all right to go inside.
He entered the apartment quickly and silently.
He didn't see Chrissy, but he heard strange noises coming from the master bedroom just down the hall. He frowned as he listened to the groans and moans and squeals and howls.
What in hell was going on? Larry removed his shoes and padded silently across the thick fuck carpet.
He peered around the edge of the open bedroom door, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. Apparently Chrissy had forgotten their date, because she was in there making it with another guy.
The two of them were naked and fucking up a storm. The guy was on top, his hips jerking like crazy between Chrissy's widely parted legs.
The young blonde widow had her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy as she took the steady deep drilling of the guy's stiff cock.
"Unnnnhhh, yesss, Jack!" Fuck me! Fuck meeee!" she wailed hoarsely, her face contorted with lust.
Jack? That was the name of Art's business partner, as Larry recalled. The guy who had worked side by side with Art to build up the successful business was now in Art's bed, fucking his young widow. Some kind of partner he was! Larry reddened with anger and clenched his fists.
Then he simmered down as he remembered he was just as guilty as Jack. Even guiltier in a way, because he'd been Art's oldest and best friend, but that hadn't stopped him from hopping into bed with Chrissy at the first opportunity. No, he really had no right to be angry at this Jack character.
So what to do? A gentleman would have slipped silently from the apartment and left those two in privacy. Larry had been a gentleman all his life, but now he decided to take a vacation from it. He found he was getting off on watching the couple fuck.
He watched Jack's ass knotting and jerking as he hammered his meat into Chrissy's juicy eager cunt. He heard an obscene sucking noise and realized that it was Jack's cock reaming out her box. He heard Chrissy's shrill squeals of delight as she got fucked, and he watched her lust-twisted face.
Yes, he couldn't deny it was exciting as hell. His cock was practically tearing its way out of his pants, and he was breathing loudly and harshly. He'd never done anything like this before, and he wondered if he was some kind of repressed Peeping Tom. Whatever the explanation, Larry didn't budge
No way. You didn't get this kind of entertainment very often. He watched with rapidly mounting arousal as Jack and Chrissy fucked at each other faster and faster. His engorged dick and swollen balls felt ready to explode.
"Oooooh, Jack! You're fucking me so good, honey!" the young widow moaned. "Do it to me real hard now, baby! As hard as you can!"
Jack snorted with lust and went into high gear, hammering his cock to her so hard that the bed shook. Her body shook, too, her big full tits wobbling hard against his chest, their bellies slapping loudly together. But she never made a peep of protest about his roughness.
No, not Chrissy. As Larry recalled, she loved to be fucked hard. She was proving it now. As
Jack fucked into her like a pile driver, she screamed in ecstasy and clawed the bed, her curvy hips jerking to his horny rhythm. She threw her legs around his waist and locked them there, taking his jackhammering cock as deep as she could get it.
"Hard enough for you, baby?" he growled.
"Ohhhhh, yesss!" she hissed. "I love it, Jack! Fuck my brains out!"
Larry caught himself reaching for his fly. He was so insanely aroused, he'd been about to jack off. But he decided against it. The risk of being caught was too great and, besides, he wanted to save that hard-on. He had much more exciting plans for it.
"Oooooo, yessss, I'm almost there!" Chrissy wailed.
Her eyes tightly shut, her hips jerking like crazy, the beautiful blonde widow was aware only of the fire in her cunt as she rocketed toward orgasm. Larry watched her breathlessly, knowing just what Jack was experiencing and wishing that he was in Jack's place.
Chrissy's little cunt would be steaming hot and slick with juice. It would be sucking greedily at Jack's pistoning boner and soaking it with hot cream. And as she came, Larry recalled vividly, her tiny cunt would go tight as a vise around his cock. It must be happening now, because suddenly Jack let out a lusty yelp.
Her body started bucking and writhing, and she wailed hoarsely as the delicious spasms ripped through her. How Jack managed to ride out her climax without coming, Larry would never understand. But the guy gritted his teeth and somehow held out. Chrissy went limp after about a minute.
"Jack, you're still hard," she said wonderingly.
"I'm not finished with you, baby," he leered. "I won't get many chances to be with you, so I wanta enjoy this as long as I can."
Unfortunately Larry was in the same position, and he began to feel impatient. Tomorrow he'd have to fly back to Los Angeles and his frigid wife, and he wanted another fantastic love-making session with Chrissy before he left. But this Jack seemed to be tireless.
"Good, fuck me this way," Chrissy said, wriggling out from under him and getting into the doggy position.
Leering, Jack knelt behind her and rubbed the swollen purple head of his cock over the hot and slippery flesh of her gash. He started to slide it into her cunt, but Chrissy impulsively jerked her hips down and lodged his prick in her brownie instead.
"Hey, honey, wrong hole," Jack chuckled.
"Oh, no, it isn't," she said, turning her head and leering at him. "I want you to fuck me in the ass, Jack."
Jack's mouth fell open, and Larry almost came in his pants.
Chrissy was a very kinky lady. She wriggled her hips again and lodged Jack's big prick about an inch into her hot little shitter. She wasn't just joking with the guy. She really did want him to stick his cock up her ass-hole.
"Okay, baby, you asked for it," Jack growled.
As he started sliding his cock slowly but steadily up the tiny back hole, Larry just had to have a better view. They might be annoyed if he walked in on their party, but there wasn't much they would be able to do about it. Grinning, he strode into the room.
"Larry," Chrissy gasped, Jack's thick cock halfway up her ass, "oh, my gosh, I forgot you were coming!"
"Obviously," he grinned. "But don't worry about it, honey. I'll just watch, and then I'll have my turn." He looked at Jack. "Don't mind me. I'll explain later. Just go ahead and enjoy yourself."
"Whatever turns you on, buddy," Jack replied with a shrug.
He was too horny and excited to stop now. He went on easing his stiff fuck tool into Chrissy's tiny shitter, till only his big coarse-haired balls were showing. Then he began ass-fucking her in deep long thrusts, and she clawed the bedspread and moaned in bliss.
"Ohhhh, God, yesss!" she cried. "It feels so exciting! Fuck deep, Jack, fuck my ass!"
It was exciting, all right-too exciting for Jack. He'd managed to survive the hot sucking of her velvety little cunt as she climaxed, but fucking her in the ass was just too much for him. He heard her hoarse wails of pleasure, and his balls exploded. He pumped her ass full of come.
"Take it up your ass, baby!" Aaagghhhh!" he roared.
"Unnnhhhh, unnggghhh!" Christy gasped.
She was enjoying that boiling flood of jism up her tiny hot shitter, but Larry could see that she hadn't had time to come. That created the perfect opportunity for him. He got out of his clothes as fast as he could, and by the time Jack rolled away from her, Larry was ready to take his place.
Chrissy eyed his steel-hard cock and gurgled with delight. Jack had been too quick for her to get off, but there was another stiff and ready cock waiting for her. It was the answer to a horny widow's prayer.
"Mmmmm, Larry, I'm so glad you're here," she purred.
But as Larry grinned and started to climb into bed, Jack interrupted.
"Hey, just who the hell is this guy?" he demanded.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Oh, dear, where are my manners?" Chrissy exclaimed. "I guess I should at least introduce you guys to each other, shouldn't I? I mean, you must be wondering what's going on."
"Yeah, honey," Jack said dryly, "it is kind of an unusual situation. Maybe you could explain."
"Yes, Chrissy," Larry said, "I was sure you invited me here this evening, so I was surprised to find him in your bed."
"Oh, silly me," Chrissy exclaimed with a sheepish grin. "Yes, Larry, I did invite you, but Jack dropped by unexpectedly, and we started making out and, gosh, it just slipped my mind that somebody else was coming. I got so excited, you know."
"I can buy that," Larry laughed. He looked at Jack and said, "I'm Larry Gage, Art's oldest friend. I flew in from L.A. to see how Chrissy was doing."
"I guess you found out," Jack chuckled. "I'm Jack Emerson, Art's business partner. I came over to see how Chrissy was doing, and I found out, too. So where do we go from here? You want me to leave?"
"Not if you'd like to watch," Larry said as he slid onto the bed. "I found it quite a turn-on, personally. I mean, there's no reason for us to be jealous of each other, since we're both married."
He glanced pointedly at the gold wedding band Jack was wearing.
"What the hell," Jack laughed, "I'll try anything once."
He scooted to the far side of the huge bed and stretched out comfortably to watch.
Larry pulled Chrissy into his arms and kissed her, probing her mouth sensuously with his tongue while she gave muffled squeals of excitement and rubbed her swollen mound against his cock.
Chrissy certainly hadn't planned an evening like this, but she loved the way things were turning out. Horny as she was, she'd never even dreamed of making it with two men at the same time. Now she was getting enormously turned on by the idea. In fact it sounded like just what she needed.
One fuck, or one man, just hadn't been enough for her lately. Two men might be able to do the job. If she took one hard cock after another, maybe that would finally satisfy her horny little cunt. Maybe all that need, bottled up for five years, would be quenched. It was going to be fun finding out, anyhow.
As he kissed her, Larry reached underneath her and cupped her hot little ass. He got a good grip on it and then rolled over, taking her with him, so that he landed on his back and Chrissy was on top. His cock was poking hard against her pussy, and she creamed in hot response.
"Sit on it, honey," he leered. "Let's give Jack something exciting to watch."
Chrissy couldn't believe now that naughty suggestion turned her on. She found that she loved having an audience. She grinned at both men, then slid down the rigid thick pole of Larry's cock, not stopping till she felt his balls against her slit. Larry got flushed in the face, and he groaned with delight as her steaming velvety cunt surrounded his cock.
"Ahhhh, yeah, so nice and tight!" he sighed.
"No wonder," Jack said. "Art hardly got to use it, poor bastard."
"Yeah, the poor devil," Larry said.
"Fellows," Chrissy said impatiently, "could we please leave Art out of this?"
To distract Larry's attention from that gloomy subject, she started jerking her hips and working her slick fuck tunnel up and down the massive hard column of his cock. That got his mind off Art very fast. He leered up at her and started fucking her back, pumping his cock to her rhythm.
Jack and Larry exchanged grins. They knew they didn't have to be enemies. Art's lusty young widow would take care of both of them, with energy and lust to spare. Jack watched with mounting excitement as Chrissy rode Larry's deep-driving cock, her luscious big tits bouncing and swinging.
"Ohhhh, yeah, fuck it to me, Larry! I love it!" she moaned.
Blissed out, his teeth bared in a horny grimace, Larry fucked into her steadily while Jack lounged nearby and watched...
Chrissy couldn't have been more pleased. This was turning into a much more exciting evening than she'd planned. It was fantastic to know that as soon as she finished enjoying one big hard cock there'd be another one waiting for her. Tonight she might finally get all the fucking she wanted and needed.
She'd figured she'd be spending the evening quickly making it with one guy and getting him out of the apartment fast, before the next guy arrived. It had never occurred to her that they could all stay for one big party. They could, that is, if they got along as well as Jack and Larry. The two older men weren't the least bit jealous of each other.
"Unnnnhhh, fuck me harder now, honey!" she moaned to Larry. "Get me off!"
"Anything you want, honey," Larry grinned.
He and Jack exchanged one quick glance of amusement. It was incredible to them how horny Art's widow was. The girl could literally go all night and come endlessly. It was a good thing both of them were there to help her out, because it was a bigger job than one man could handle alone.
Larry snorted with excitement and started hammering his meat into her hard and fast, just as Jack had done a few minutes earlier.
Chrissy was as lusty as ever. As the hard fucking began, her head lolled back and her eyes closed tightly, and she wailed with bliss.
"Yeah, that's it, fuck my brains out!" she moaned, her voice hoarse with pleasure.
Jack watched Larry's furiously pistoning prick digging deep into Chrissy's cunt and reaming out her thick hot cream. Her tall body was shuddering with the impact of his fucking, but she seemed to love his rougliness, just as she'd loved Jack's. The harder he fucked her, the more insanely aroused she got.
"Ooooooh, yesssss! That's it! You big bastard! Fuck me hard!" she howled.
Her howls coincided with a quick ring of the doorbell, and so nobody heard it. They weren't aware that yet another person was entering the apartment. The three of them were totally engrossed in their little orgy.
Matt Lawson had had a long day at the office and hadn't been able to get back to Chrissy till now, but he was raring to go. He'd been thinking about the gorgeous blonde widow all day and remembering how fantastically horny she was. Now he was ready to fuck her all night if she wanted him to.
When she didn't answer the doorbell, Matt just let himself in. She'd begged him to come back, after all. She was probably in the shower. But as he closed the door behind him, he heard loud weird noises from down the hall. He paused to listen. There were grunts and groans, squeals and whimpers.
He slipped off his shoes and went quickly toward the source of the strange noises. Peering into the master bedroom, he barely kept from yelping with astonishment. He must have come on the wrong night, because Chrissy obviously wasn't expecting him. She had plenty of company already.
On the king-sized bed were Chrissy and two middle-aged guys, all of them naked. Chrissy was on top of one guy, riding his hard-driving cock, and the other guy lay nearby watching them, a big leer on his face.
Matt ducked back from the doorway, leaned against the wall, and tried to assess the situation.
When he thought it over, he was positive that Chrissy had invited him back this evening. So what was she doing in there with two other men? Matt couldn't figure it out, but one thing he was sure about-he found the scene terrifically exciting, and he wanted in on it.
If she could make it with two guys at the same time, why not three?
He began to grin wickedly. He'd known already that this evening was going to be wild, but it could turn out to be even wilder than he'd dreamed. He quickly undressed, being as quiet as he could, then peered around the doorframe again.
"Unnnnhhh, yeah! Fuck it to me good and hard, honey! Don't stop!" Chrissy wailed.
Her luscious big tits were bouncing like crazy as the attractive silver-haired guy fucked into her hard and deep. She was moaning with lust, her face contorted with it, her teeth flashing in a lusty snarl. Matt knew from experience that her cunt was red-hot and spurting thick cream.
He glanced down and watched the guy's thick boner reaming out her juice. Sure enough, thick rivers of the pearly liquid were running down her thighs. Meanwhile the other guy, a muscular sandy-haired man, was crawling closer to get a better view of the scene, and he was grinning like a maniac.
"That's it, Larry," he panted, "fuck her good, really give it to her. This little lady needs it."
"You're telling me, Jack," Larry groaned.
"Jesus, she's practically burning my dick off!"
"Hey, any time you get tired, I'll take over," Jack laughed.
"Fuck you," Larry grinned.
He went into high gear then, fucking Chrissy so hard that the enormous bed creaked and vibrated. She closed her eyes and howled in bliss. Larry shivered lustily, and Matt guessed that her steaming little cunt was tightening steadily around his meat and sucking at it as she approached orgasm.
"Unnnnhhhh, just a little more, honey!" she whimpered. "I'm almost there!"
"I sure hope so," Larry groaned, "because I'm there already."
He wasn't kidding. He had to be starting to come as he hammered his cock into her with lightning speed. But in a few seconds Chrissy was coming right along with him, her big tits shaking and swinging, her pretty face contorted with ecstasy.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, yeah! Cream me, Larry! Unnnnhhhh!" she wailed.
"Take my load, baby-awwwwwww!" Larry roared.
As Jack watched the two of them coming, his cock rose up rigid and drooling. Matt didn't blame him a bit, because he was having the same experience. His prick ballooned till it was achingly swollen, and all he could think about was cramming it into Chrissy's hot and slippery little cunt. Unfortunately, Jack seemed to have exactly the same idea.
"Oh, Jesus, I'm fucked out," Larry sighed as Chrissy pulled herself off his dripping cock. "She drained me."
"Then move aside and let me at her," Jack leered.
"Excuse me," Matt said from the doorway, "but I believe you've already had a turn, Jack."
They all gawked at him, and then Jack barked, "Who the hell are you?"
Before Matt could answer, Chrissy clapped a hand to her mouth and gasped.
Then she gave them all a sheepish grin. "Oh, gosh, I forgot that I also invited Matt to come over tonight. He's Art's attorney. Matt, this is Art's old friend Larry and Art's business partner, Jack."
The men all stared at each other and then Larry said dryly, "Honey, are you sure you didn't invite New York Jets, too?"
"Yes," Chrissy giggled, "this is all. I mean, you guys are the only ones I expect, honest."
"Well, at least we know that much," Jack said. "What do we do now, Matt, duke it out for her?"
"Oh, don't think there's any need for fighting, Jack," Matt said as he strolled into the bedroom. "I'm sure we can work something out. Chrissy's got enough for all of us, haven't you, baby?"
"Mmmmmm, I sure have," she gurgled.
She looked at Matt's big thick boner and then at Jack's stiff cock, and the sight didn't intimidate her at all. She could take those cocks and more. She could go all night and not get tired. It was just a question of where to start.
"Well, Jack, you did have a turn just before Matt got here," she reminded him.
"Yeah, you're right," Jack said good-naturedly. "You go ahead, Matt, and I'll wait."
It wasn't much of a sacrifice. He knew he'd get his turn with Chrissy, and meanwhile it was a hell of a turn-on to watch. He moved back to the side of the bed with Larry, and the two older men watched lustily as the young couple rolled into each other's arms and started kissing and pawing each other.
"I wanta do everything to you, baby," Matt said hoarsely to Chrissy. "I wanta fuck and suck you and lick you."
"Mmmmmm, that sounds wonderful, Matt," she cooed. "I'd love you to go down on me.
But I wanta go down on you, too. Who's gonna go first?"
"Let's sixty-nine," he leered, "and nobody'll have to wait."
"Sixty-nine?" Chrissy exclaimed. "What's that?"
"I'll show you," he grinned. He stretched out on his back and said, "Get on top of me. Yeah, now turn around."
Following his directions, Chrissy found herself crouched over him on her hands and knees, her mouth right above his massive hard-on. She felt his hot breath tickling her exposed pussy. She gurgled with delight as she realized all the possibilities of this arrangement.
"Matt, this is wild!" She laughed.
"Yeah, I figured you'd go for it," he chuckled.
Then Chrissy wailed with pleasure as his big hot tongue lashed over her swollen pussy. She started creaming right away, and she couldn't stop. Matt lapped up her tangy juice as fast as it seeped from her little golden-fringed cunt mouth.
"Oooooo, honey, I love that!" she gurgled. "Lick me all over."
She looked down and saw thick glistening bubbles of cream oozing from his piss hole, and she drooled at the sight. She had a job to do, too, and it was a very welcome job. Sticking out her tongue, she began to lick up all the hot salty cream from his cock cleft. Matt shivered with pleasure.
"Yeah, baby, go for it," he groaned, "eat it all."
While the two young people greedily gobbled each other's cream, Jack and Larry exchanged amused glances.
"These kids," Larry laughed, "they're really kinky."
"They sure are," Jack said, "but I wouldn't mind trying that myself."
"Now that you mention it, neither would I," Larry said.
They watched with mounting arousal as Chrissy slid her juicy red lips down around Mart's stiff-standing boner. She took almost his whole thick cock into her mouth and started sucking noisily on it.
"Shit, yes," Matt groaned, "suck my cock, Chrissy! I'm gonna eat you out!"
He made his tongue long and stiff, then crammed it up her cunt. She gave a muffled moan of ecstasy, and thick pearly cream squirted out from her cunt, soaking his face. He started to tongue-fuck her deeply, scooping out her musky cream and gobbling it. Jack and Larry watched in hot excitement.
"This is a new one on me," Larry panted.
"I can hardly wait to try it," Jack rasped.
Chrissy was aware that they were watching her every second, and that just added to her wild excitement as she and Matt sucked and tongued each other toward orgasm. Her head bobbed furiously up and down as she sucked his throbbing thick cock, and his head bobbed, too, as he pistoned his long stiff tongue deep into her smoking pussy hole.
Matt had gotten wildly aroused from spying on her and the two other men, and he knew he was going to shoot his load fast. He spun out of control, hammering his tongue over her slippery cuntal walls and pistoning his cock over her juicy tongue. Her jerking hips picked up speed as she writhed around the impalement of his tongue.
"Unnnnhhhhh, unnnnnhhhh!" she moaned, starting to come right in his face.
"Unnnnggggghh, awwwwwwww!" he bellowed, jetting his thick load down her throat.
"Jesus, will you look at that?" Jack exclaimed.
He and Larry watched in breathless lust as the two young people ate each other through a writhing, groaning mutual orgasm. Matt pounded his tongue in and out of Chrissy's squirting box, making her climax long and intense, while she sucked up and gobbled every last drop of his load.
At last they rolled apart, and while Chrissy was still catching her breath, Jack said, "Okay, now it's my turn, and I wanta do the same thing Matt did."
"Wait a minute, buddy," Larry protested, "you were here before I was. I'd like another turn, too."
"Chrissy," Matt chuckled, "I think you got a problem. You sure you can handle all this?"
Chrissy smiled angelically. "Don't worry, Matt, I'll find a solution."
CHAPTER NINE
For most of her married life, Chrissy hadn't had a prayer of getting laid, but now that she was a widow, men were fighting over her. It was a big improvement.
Jack and Larry were both looking at her with hot longing, their cocks hard as steel, and Matt definitely looked interested in more fun. So it wasn't a question of finding a man to make love to her. It was a question of choosing between them. Chrissy just wished she could take them all on at the same time.
Well, why couldn't she?
Her smile widened as she thought of various ways to enjoy more than one man at once. It was something she'd never considered before. It was an outrageous idea, of course, and certainly not something she should be thinking about the night before Art's funeral, but she couldn't control her naughty mind.
"Chrissy, honey, make up your mind," Larry begged.
"Yeah, baby, which one of us is it gonna be?" Jack demanded.
"Both of you," Chrissy said with a wicked grin.
"Both of us?" Jack sputtered. "You trying to be funny?"
"Yes, Chrissy, how can you make love to both of us at the same time?" Larry sighed impatiently.
"No problem," Chrissy leered.
Matt was grinning evilly, and she saw that he was the only one who understood what she was thinking. Well, Matt was young and much more liberated than Larry and Jack. He was a naturally kinky guy, too. He got the picture, but she'd have to explain things to the older men.
"This is gonna work great," she said eagerly. "Jack, you lie on your back, right here."
"Hey, all right," he leered, "you gonna sit on my cock?"
"What about me?" Larry demanded.
"Just be patient, fellows, and you'll both have fun, I promise," Chrissy said. "Go on, Jack."
Jack obediently stretched out on his back, and his hard and ready cock stood up rigidly, blue-veined and drooling. Chrissy pushed his legs open and crawled between them, and his eyes widened in surprise. He felt her hot breath on his prick, and he stared at her. Obviously things weren't going as he'd expected.
"Hey, what are you up to, Chrissy?" he demanded.
"Why, Jack," she purred, "don't you want me to go down on you?"
He began to leer. "Yeah, sure, go for it," he rasped.
"What about me?" Larry asked again.
"Hey, Larry," Matt chuckled, "there'll be a place for you. Just let Chrissy call the shots. She knows what she's doing."
"Oh, all right," Larry sighed.
He looked jealous and impatient as Chrissy stuck out her hot pink tongue and started licking Jack's cock. Her greedy little tongue was all over the place, lashing his meat and licking up the thick globs of cream that bubbled from his piss hole. Jack got red in the face and shivered with excitement as she coated the engorged purple head of his cock with her hot spit.
"Yeah, baby, that's great," he groaned.
When Chrissy was sure he was happy with the arrangement, she said quickly to Larry, "Okay, Larry, you get behind me and fuck me."
"Hey, that's more like it!" Larry cried eagerly.
"See, I told you there'd be a place for you," Matt laughed.
He was laughing, but he was also getting more wildly aroused by the second as he watched Chrissy carrying out her kinky plan. Matt had been around and had made it with lots of girls, but he'd never taken part in group sex before. He found it very exciting, and his cock began to stiffen.
He watched Larry kneel in place behind Chrissy. The lovely blonde widow was on her hands and knees, her cute little ass thrust up in the air, a perfect target for Larry and his rigid drooling cock. He grasped her hips and plugged the head of his prick into her juicy little cunt mouth.
"Mmmmmm, yeah, Larry, get into me!" she moaned. "Stick that big thing in my cunt!"
"Christ!" Jack groaned. "I can't believe this!"
"Neither can I," Larry panted, "but I'm gonna do it anyway."
He started easing his wrist-thick boner deeper and deeper into Chrissy's seething slippery twat.
"Ooooooh, yessss!" she hissed. "Give me all of it, Larry! Stick it in deep!"
Matt's cock mushroomed to its full dimensions, and he slid closer for a better view of the action. Larry was grinning like a maniac as he worked his stiff cock into the smoldering wet depths of Chrissy's little cunt. Jack was grinning, too, as he watched the gorgeous young widow tonguing his cock.
"Shit, and we didn't believe you," he said hoarsely. "You really can take both of us on at the same time."
"like the lady said, no problem," Matt chuckled.
He ogled Chrissy, whose big swaying tits almost grazed the bed. She was shivering with excitement as Larry slowly but steadily filled her cunt with his throbbing cock, and she was hungrily lashing her glistening tongue over every inch of Jack's stiff-standing dick.
The lusty widow was enjoying two cocks at the same time and loving it. Matt had guessed early on that it would take more than one guy to satisfy Chrissy's stored-up lust, but he'd never guessed that she'd go this far. He could see her taking one stiff cock after another, but he hadn't realized she'd take two at once.
The sight turned him on like crazy. He fisted his newly engorged cock and pumped it lightly, just to ease the swelling, as he watched Chrissy driving both the older men wild with excitement. Jack and Larry were red-faced and panting as they enjoyed her hot and juicy tongue and twat.
But they couldn't have been more turned on than Chrissy herself. At last she had all the cock she could handle, and she was loving it. She lashed Jack's tasty boner with her greedy tongue and lapped up all his cream, while behind her Larry pistoned his steel-hard prick in her smoking box.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm, fantastic!" she moaned.
As Larry's arousal mounted, he fucked into her faster and harder, and soon her heavy ripe tits were swinging furiously and her body was recoiling with the impact. His belly smacked her ass, and she groaned hoarsely with each deep lunge of his cock. His hard fucking was driving her wild.
She wasn't content any more with her playful licking of Jack's prick. She opened her moist lips and started sliding them down around his cock, and he let out a bellow of excitement. She fed almost all of his throbbing boner into the steamy wet cavern, then drew in her cheeks and started sucking on it.
"Oh, Christ, suck!" Jack yelped. "Suck my meat, baby!"
Matt snorted with excitement and beat his meat faster. He didn't intend to jack off, but he couldn't just lie there and watch without some relief from his blazing lust. He pumped his cock and watched Chrissy's hot lips zip up and down the granite column of Jack's cock.
She was sucking in perfect time to Larry's fucking. As his stiff boner lunged deep into her, she plunged her lips down Jack's cock. The three people were connected in one lusty chain. Of course Matt wished he could be a part of it, but he didn't see any room. At least he had the wild fun of watching the trio get it on. It was the most kinky thing he'd ever seen in his life.
"Mmmmmmmm, uummmmmm!" Chrissy moaned as she took Larry's hard-driving cock and sucked Jack's tasty cream.
"Oh, wow, this is fantastic!" Jack groaned.
"It sure the hell is," Larry panted. "I never thought I'd do anything like this."
"Me, either," Jack chuckled. "Little Chrissy's got some imagination, huh?"
Matt had to agree. Chrissy was a very inventive girl. She hadn't expected to be visited by three horny males tonight, but she'd managed to keep them all entertained and happy. Matt was enjoying the show while he eagerly waited for his turn with the hot-pants widow.
It looked as if he wouldn't have much longer to wait, either. Larry was going into high gear, his belly slapping loudly against Chrissy's shapely little ass, pounding his cock into her as fast and hard as he could. Chrissy responded by sucking even harder and faster on Jack's cock.
In turn, that drove Jack right to the brink. His face was red with lust, his nostrils flaring, as he watched the girl's widely spread lips pistoning up and down his stiff cock. He growled with lust and started fucking her mouth, jerking his prick back and forth over her slippery tongue.
"You're gonna get a whole mouthful of come, honey," he growled.
"Mmmmmm-hmmmmm!" Chrissy moaned eagerly.
They all speeded up and Chrissy was taking two furiously drilling cocks, one in her cunt and one in her mouth. Matt realized he was speeding up, too, pumping his prick like crazy, and he forced himself to let go of it. He wanted to save that hard-on for Chrissy's smoking pussy hole.
The three of them writhed hard together as they rocketed towards climax. Larry was the first to get off. He shoved his exploding cock deep and hard into Chrissy's box and yelled as he flooded her womb with his sizzling come. He fucked her with lightning speed as he came.
"Take my load, Chrissy-aaaagggghhhhh!" the dignified silver-haired businessman roared.
"Unnnnnhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm!" Chrissy moaned, her mouth stuffed with cock.
Her body shuddered violently, and Matt knew that Larry's jetting cock was getting her off. He was triggering a powerful orgasm in the smoking depths of her cunt, and it was thundering out to shake her whole body. In her lusty frenzy, she sucked like mad on Jack's prick, and that brought him off, too.
"Eat it, baby, unnnggghhh, awwwwwww!" he roared.
Matt shivered with kinky excitement as Chrissy's cheeks puffed out hugely. He watched her collect Jack's steaming load and savor it. She waited till her cheeks were almost bursting, then gulped down the molten cream. At the same time Larry was pumping her so full of jizz that it overflowed her crammed cunt and flooded down her thighs.
Matt would never forget the sight. The young blonde was being literally deluged with come, yet she couldn't seem to get enough of it. She gulped and sucked at Jack's jetting cock till she'd drained it dry, and she writhed around the impalement of Larry's prick till she'd taken every drop of his come.
"Holy shit, I'm done!" Larry groaned, collapsing on the far side of the bed.
"Me, too," Jack moaned as Chrissy finally released his cock. "I'm dead."
The two older men crawled out of the way, panting and exhausted after their mini-orgy with Chrissy. But just as Matt had expected, she was full of energy and ready for more fun. She looked around eagerly and spotted Matt's wrist-thick boner, and her eyes glazed over with lust.
"Mmmmmmm, Matt, honey, you've got the most gorgeous hard-on," she purred.
"I'm glad you noticed," he grinned. "I was beginning to wonder if I'd have to beat off."
"Oh, no, don't do that," Chrissy moaned. "That would be a terrible waste. You just come over here and let Chrissy take care of it."
It was an invitation Matt couldn't resist. Leering, he crawled over to her, and she pushed him onto his back. His magnificent thick cock stood up like a steel column, sleek and rigid and hard. Chrissy's eyes were hot and hungry as she ogled his prick. Then she threw a leg over him and straddled him.
"You don't mind if I sit on your cock, do you, Matt?" she cooed.
"I can probably handle it," he laughed.
She wriggled around till she'd wedged the thick purple head of his cock into her tight but juicy cuntal opening. Then, moaning with delight, she slid down his stiff boner, taking every inch of it, not stopping till only his balls showed. Matt groaned in bliss as his meat was enveloped in steaming juicy flesh.
"Oooooo, yessssss!" Chrissy squealed.
"Awwwwwww, shit, yeah! Matt groaned.
He grasped her tiny waist and started fucking her in hard lusty jabs. She rode his pistoning cock with wails of pleasure and soaked his meat with thick floods of pearly cream. The young couple were totally absorbed in fucking each other, forgetting that they had an audience.
Their audience hadn't forgotten them, however. Jack and Larry, who'd just declared themselves out for the count, found their interest in sex reviving very fast. They watched
Chrissy's luscious big tits bouncing as Matt fucked her, and they watched his thick blue-veined cock pumping in her squirting cunt, and soon both older men were panting.
They slid closer to watch. They were lustily fascinated with watching Matt's jerking cock ream out Chrissy's cream-filled box. His thick boner was making an obscene sucking noise as it drilled deep into her twat, and that sound just added to the men's wicked arousal.
"Oooooooh, yeah, Matt! Fuck my brains out!" Chrissy wailed.
"Jesus," Jack sighed, "she never seems to get enough, does she?"
"Never," Larry agreed, "but I guess after what she went through, she's gotta make up for lost time."
That was exactly it. Chrissy hadn't had a man in five years, and now it was going to take many men and many fucks to cool the hot lusts she'd stored up. She really felt like she could go all night and not be satisfied. The harder Matt fucked her, the more she loved it.
"Unnnnhhhh, yeah, you big bastard! Fuck me as hard as you can!" she howled.
Jack felt his cock go steel-hard, and he glanced over at Larry and saw that his cock was stiff, too.
Jack chuckled. "I sure wish there was some way we could get in on the fun."
"Me, too," Larry said hoarsely.
"Hey, fellows, there's room for all of us," Matt said, getting a sudden crazy idea. "She can blow one of you, and the other can fuck her in the ass. How about it, Chrissy? Could you handle that?"
"Mmmmm, I'd love it," the horny young widow gurgled.
No sooner said than done. Suddenly Larry was standing in front of her and poking his drooling cock against her lips, while Jack got behind her and started easing his cream-slick boner into her shitter. She opened her mouth and took Larry's throbbing cock deep, sucking greedily on it.
"Jesus," Matt exclaimed, "it's gonna work!"
As far as Chrissy was concerned, it was working great. A woman couldn't take more cock than this. She had thick throbbing pricks in her mouth, cunt and ass-hole. Jack and Matt's cocks were sawing side by side in her belly, and Larry's prick was dripping delicious cream onto her tongue.
"Mmmmmm, uummmmmm!" she moaned. Jack and Matt synchronized their cocks, driving into her twat and brownie at the same time, and it didn't take much of that deep hard cramming to bring Chrissy off. She started coming and couldn't stop. It was a whole chain of orgasms that went on and on. While they shook her body, she sucked like crazy on Larry's cock.
"Oh, shit, baby, you're gonna be drinking it in just a second!" he groaned.
Chrissy's only response was to suck even harder on his meat, and he yelped and started filling her mouth with boiling salty jizz. She let the stuff swell her cheeks out till they nearly burst. Then she gobbled down his load just in time to get another one.
"Unnnnnhhhhh, eat it, baby, aaaggghhh!" Larry yelled.
"Take it up your ass, honey, unnnggghhh!" Jack roared.
"Awwwwwww, shit, fuck, awwwwwww!" Matt bellowed.
Chrissy kept coming and coming as thick steaming loads of jizz filled her mouth and cunt and ass-hole. She felt like she'd finally gotten all the cock and all the love-making she needed. Maybe now she could go a few hours without feeling horny. If this kinky session didn't satisfy her, nothing would.
The men left shortly afterward, since everyone planned to get up early and attend
Art's funeral.
Chrissy fell asleep feeling deliciously satisfied, and she just hoped the feeling would last till the services were over. After all, it just wouldn't do to feel horny right in the middle of her late husband's funeral.
CHAPTER TEN
When the alarm went off the next morning, Chrissy grabbed for it and shut it off, then stretched and yawned herself awake. The first thing she thought of was the kinky four-way love-making she'd had with Jack, Larry and Matt, and she grinned as she replayed the scene in her mind.
She'd taken cock every way there was to take it. She'd done things that even Art hadn't shown her. She thought about that incredibly exciting moment when she felt pistoning pricks in her mouth, cunt and shitter, and she gurgled lustily. Then she realized that she was making herself horny.
"Knock it off, Chrissy," she moaned.
She didn't want to be horny during the funeral. She rolled out of bed and headed for the shower, hoping to cool her lusts. Then she busied herself with breakfast and with choosing a dignified black dress for the funeral. She found that she was all set to go with hours to spare.
Not only was she ready too soon, she had that nagging hot itch in her pussy which she couldn't ignore. She had to face up to the fact that she was still horny. She really wanted one more fuck before the funeral. That would take care of her till Art was properly buried.
Unfortunately, she'd asked all her lovers not to come to the apartment that morning. It didn't seem right for them to be there at such a solemn time. So Chrissy was just out of luck. She could play with herself, or she could take another cold shower, but she couldn't have a man. She sighed with lust and exasperation. She knew herself, and she realized she'd just have to get off somehow or she wouldn't be able to sit still during the funeral service.
She thought about masturbating, but the very idea bored her. She'd been masturbating every day for five years. It had been her only source of relief. But now she didn't have to settle for that any more. She could have a nice hard cock, so she wasn't content with just her own fingers.
Well, a hard cock was out of the question now. No man was available. She decided she might as well go to the funeral home early and make sure all the arrangements were the way she'd ordered them. That nice young funeral director, Mr. Peterson, would help her.
Then Chrissy began to grin. Robert Peterson was more than nice. He was sexy.
She'd only met him once before, right after Art died, and she'd been too flustered and upset to think about sex. Now sex was all she thought about, and she realized that the young mortician was a very attractive guy. She grabbed her coat and purse and headed for the door.
When she entered the funeral home, Robert Peterson was checking the floral arrangements, and he looked up in surprise as Chrissy walked in.
"Why, Mrs. Cole," he exclaimed, "you're awfully early."
"I know, Robert," Chrissy smiled, "but I just had to check the arrangements one more time. Will you show me around?"
"But of course," he said politely.
Naturally he was going to be super polite to her, because she was spending a bundle of Art's money on this funeral. Robert would give her his whole attention for the rest of the morning, and that was exactly what she wanted. They were alone together in the main room, and there was no one else in the building except a receptionist in a glass-enclosed booth.
Chrissy looked Robert over and found him even more handsome than she'd remembered. He was tall, lean, and well-built, with dark hair and nice blue eyes. She didn't see a wedding ring on his hand, but she checked to make sure.
"Are you married, Robert?" she asked.
"No," he said with a smile, "I've been so busy trying to make a go of this business, I really haven't had time to look for a girl. Besides, when they hear I'm a mortician, that usually turns them off."
"How silly of them," Chrissy purred. "You're such an attractive man."
He flushed just a little, and Chrissy saw that he was sneaking glances down the front of her dress. That was a good sign. In spite of the solemn dignity he put on for his job, he was a normal, healthy, lusty young man. She was going to have a lot of fun seducing him.
She smiled and nodded as he pointed out where everyone would be sitting, showed her the flowers, and outlined the talk the minister would give. Then he led her over to an extremely expensive silk-lined casket.
"I hope you still approve of this model, Mrs. Cole," he said. "This is the one you chose a few days ago."
"It's your most expensive casket?" she asked.
"Yes," he said.
"Good," Chrissy went on, "that's what Art would have wanted. He loved flaunting his money. May I touch it?"
"Oh, of course, Mrs. Cole," Robert said.
"Please, call me Chrissy," she purred.
She ran her hands over the sleek silky interior of the casket. The thing was luxurious and huge. It was practically like a bed. She got a wicked idea. Kicking her shoes off, she climbed into the casket and stretched out.
"Mmmmmm, very comfortable," she said.
Robert looked at her like she was a little weird, but that didn't bother her. She wanted his whole attention, and she got it as she wriggled around in the casket, her big ripe tits wobbling enticingly under her dress. Again Robert was sneaking looks at her tits.
She got another inspiration.
"Oops," she gasped, "I think I just broke a bra strap. I better check."
Before the nice young man could look away, Chrissy shrugged her dress off her shoulders and let it slip down to her waist.
Robert's eyes practically popped as he ogled the nearly-bursting cups of her see-through lace bra. She fiddled with the straps and then "accidentally" unhooked the bra. It snapped free, falling down off her arms and exposing her magnificent big tits. Robert seemed to stop breathing.
"Oh, gosh, silly me!" Chrissy giggled.
Robert was standing there paralyzed, his eyes glued to her naked melon-size tits. He ogled the creamy firm flesh and her large cone-shaped nipples. Chrissy let him stare for a moment, and then she took his hands and set them on her hot tits. The young man shivered with excitement.
"You've been wanting to do this, haven't you, honey?" she purred.
He turned scarlet. "Yes, Chrissy, I'm afraid I have. I know it's very unprofessional of me. I hope I haven't offended you."
"Offended me?" she laughed. "Honey, I'll be offended if you take your hands away. Mmmmmm, that feels so exciting."
She rubbed his hands all over her sensitive tits, then let go and thrust out her chest, pushing her heavy hot breasts into his hands.
Robert gave a helpless groan and started fondling her tits, molding and squeezing them.
Chrissy creamed right through her panties.
"Yes, Robert, I love that," she gurgled. "I need it. I don't have a husband to do it for me any more."
"I understand," he said hoarsely.
Chrissy reclined in the cushiony silk-lined casket and let the handsome undertaker play with her tits. Her pussy was hot and ready now, and there was no backing down. She wouldn't be able to stop till she'd seduced Robert completely.
It didn't look like that was going to be a problem. He was flushed with excitement, his eyes hot and horny, and he was pawing her big tits eagerly, using his thumbs to tease her nipples into rigid buds. He seemed to be having the time of his life.
Chrissy stretched her neck and peered over the side of the casket to get a look at Robert's fly. As she'd hoped, there was a big hard bulge there. He was getting a hard-on as he played with her luscious big breasts. Everything was going just as she'd hoped.
Then the door to the chapel swung open, and the receptionist said, "Mr. Peterson, is it okay if I go out for lunch now?"
Chrissy slid down into the casket so she couldn't be seen.
Robert cleared his throat. "Yes, Miss Davis, you go ahead. Take the full hour. I won't need you till then. Oh, and please lock the door as you go out. I have work to do, and I don't want to be disturbed."
"Okay, Mr. Peterson," the woman said.
They waited till they heard her key turning in the front door, then breathed again.
"Jesus, that was close," Robert sighed.
"But you were very cool," Chrissy purred, "and now we're alone."
"Yes," he leered, "now we're alone."
He started to reach for her tits again, but Chrissy said, "Why don't you take off your shoes and join me, Robert?"
"In the casket?" he snorted. "Chrissy, you're a very kinky lady. But what the hell?"
He slipped off his highly polished black shoes and climbed in beside her. There was plenty of room. In fact Art, a little guy, would be rattling around in there. But at least he'd be getting his money's worth. Chrissy was sure he would have been pleased with her choice.
Of course he wouldn't have guessed that she was going to use the casket before he was, and he wouldn't have dreamed what she was going to use it for. Robert slipped in beside her, and they started necking. They kissed, darting their tongues into each other's mouth, and they explored each other's body.
Chrissy quickly removed his tie and jacket and shirt, then ran her fingers through the thick coarse hairs of his chest. Underneath that sort of wimpy black suit, he had a very virile body. While he slipped her dress off, she removed his pants. Clothes came flying out of the casket.
She ogled the obscene bulge in his jockey shorts, then slipped her hand down inside and fisted his cock. He shivered and growled, then seized her panties and pulled them off. She tugged down his shorts and they snuggled naked in the casket, panting and pawing each other.
"This is outrageous," Robert laughed.
"It sure is," Chrissy gurgled.
She reversed her position and crouched over him, poising her greedy lips right over his stiff cock. She pushed her pussy to within an inch of his face, and Robert got the idea. She moaned in bliss when she felt his hot tongue raking her clit.
"Yeah, honey, eat me!" she moaned. "Ooooh, that feels so nice! Tell me what you like."
"Everything," he chuckled. Chrissy laughed, too, then stuck out her tongue and began methodically lathering every inch of his cock with her hot sticky saliva. Robert groaned in ecstasy, and thick streams of juice started leaking from his piss hole and running down the rigid shaft of his cock. As they reached her lapping tongue, Chrissy gobbled the tasty cream.
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm!" she moaned excitedly.
Robert was as hungry for her cream as she was for his. He whipped his tongue all over her luscious little cunt and scooped up all the salty liquid.
They went at each other ravenously and noisily. Now that his receptionist had left, they didn't have to be quiet.
When Chrissy had coated his entire thick cock with her hot spit, she tongued her way back up to the gleaming purple head. She saw the big globs of cream oozing from his piss hole, and she went for them, spearing them up on the tip of her tongue and gobbling them.
Meanwhile Robert was zeroing in on the most sensitive spot of all, her swollen throbbing joy button. He caught the tiny nub between his lips and started sucking it, and Chrissy squealed with delight and creamed all over his face.
"Ooooooh, ooooh, honey, I love that!" she cried.
She crouched there gurgling with delight as the handsome undertaker sucked her joy button. Then she started easing her lips down around his granite boner, and he groaned and shivered. She took in as much of his meat as she could without choking on it and began to suck.
"Christ, yeah, suck my cock!" Robert moaned.
His hoarse words echoed through the flower-lined chapel, but both young people had forgotten their strange surroundings. They were absorbed in eating each other. The lewd wet sounds filled the room, and the big casket rocked lightly as they went at each other, Robert sucking Chrissy's clit while she sucked his cock.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" she moaned, drinking up his salty cream as fast as she could get it.
The solemn and dignified young undertaker had a real hunger for pussy juice. He was gobbling it up as fast as he could get it. He was a naturally talented pussy-eater, and of course Chrissy appreciated that a lot. There was hardly anything she liked better than having her cunt licked and sucked. In fact there was just one thing she wanted more than that.
"Robert," she moaned, "let's fuck. I'm soooo horny!"
"Here?" he exclaimed. "In the casket?"
"Yes, honey, I can't wait," Chrissy moaned.
She reversed her position again, facing him as she straddled him. She grabbed his steel-hard cock and plugged the fat head into her smoking cunt mouth. Robert gave a horny growl as he felt his meat sliding up her velvety wet box.
"Ohhhhh, Jesus, yeah!" he cried.
"Oooooh, shit! Ooooo!" Chrissy squealed.
She sobbed with relief as his massive hard-on filled her cunt. She'd been craving that sensation for hours. He grabbed her waist and started hammering his meat into her, wildly turned on. It was just what she wanted, a good hard fucking.
"Yeah, yeah, fuck it to me, baby!" she sobbed. "Fuck my pussy good!"
"I can't believe I'm doing this!" Robert moaned, his handsome face contorted with lust.
It was pretty hard to believe, Chrissy had to admit. In just about an hour Art was going to be in that casket and this room would be filled with his mourners, including, of course, his grieving young widow. It was a very kinky place to be getting it on. Not that it bothered her.
It wasn't bothering Robert a lot, either. It was bothering him less by the second. Grimacing with lust, he pounded his cock into her harder and harder, and she threw back her head and howled in bliss, thick hot cream pouring from her cunt and gushing down her thighs. She began to tighten her cunt around his pistoning boner, loving the hot friction.
"Unnnnhh, shit, so damned good!" she moaned.
"It sure the hell is!" Robert panted.
He looked up at the gorgeous blonde riding his pile-driving cock and wondered if he'd even have another experience like this. He hadn't been at the work for long, but already horny widows had come on to him, starved for some loving. But they'd been old ladies. Chrissy was something else.
This beautiful big-titted girl belonged in a centerfold, and she was fucking his brains out. He felt her hot little pussy hole getting tighter and tighter around his prick, and he snorted with excitement and fucked into her even harder, making her wail in ecstasy.
"Unnnnhhhh, Robert, I'm gonna come!" she moaned. "I'm gonna come so damned good!"
"You and me both!" he groaned.
He spun out of control, fucking her so hard that the casket rocked. Chrissy felt a body-blasting orgasm starting in the boiling depths of her cunt. Her cunt began to convulse around
Robert's dick, sucking and squeezing it, and he bellowed and began to shoot his load.
"Ohhhhhh, honey, ohhhhhh! You're making me come!" Chrissy screamed. "Unnnnhhhh, yeah! Whaahhhhhhh!"
"Awwwwwww, fuck, awwwwwww!" Robert yelled.
The young couple forgot all about their strange surroundings as they came together in a long and deliciously hard mutual climax. Chrissy felt so well-fucked, she knew she could get through the funeral service without squirming. She climbed off his cock with a happy sigh.
"Gee, thanks a million, Robert," she said. "I really needed that. Now I guess I better make myself presentable."
"Me, too," he said, "and then I'll have to get your late husband ready for the services."
He dressed and went off to do his work, and Chrissy took a seat and waited for the rest of the mourners to arrive. Somehow she felt sure that Art would have understood everything that had happened. He'd trained her to be the horniest wife in town and, like everything else he'd done in his life, it was a big success.
