Most of us lead two lives, real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of someday having wealth and power. And then there are sexual fantasies, wild dreams that we seldom expect to come true.
Is it best to repress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out into the open and act upon them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
In SHE DID IT DOOR TO DOOR, a young wife decides not to repress her desires and fantasies, and finds that she must suffer the consequences, while discovering ultimate happiness.
This story deals with a sexual dilemma that confronts all of us, in one form or another. We cannot pass judgment on an individual's solutions. We can only look at them with an open mind, seeing how some members of our society face the problem.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
When the alarm went off, Arlene started awake and immediately shut off the noisy clock. Turning over, she smiled sleepily at her husband, who was equally reluctant to be roused. She slid her hand down his hairy chest, under the covers, until she found his flaccid cock. While she stroked it, she looked into his dark brown eyes, waiting for him to get interested.
"We don't have time for a fuck," Jason muttered, correctly interpreting her actions. "I've gotta get to the airport."
"I know," she replied softly. "That's why I set the alarm to go off early. So we would have time."
He blinked, then grinned as his prick began to swell. He let her work on his cock until it was at its full size and throbbing. Then, like a huge cat, he rose over her.
"Well, since you went to so much trouble," he mused wickedly, "and since I'll be gone a couple of days, I guess we should fuck."
"No should to it," she scolded with a smile. "I want your balls drained before you go, so I won't have to worry about you going after every pretty girl you see."
"There's no girl as pretty as you, honey," he swore. "Here, Let me prove it to you."
His big cockhead found her moist slit, moving unerringly to her pussy-hole. As his large prick began to sink into her, she moaned, arching her back to make him hurry and fill her cunt. Jason liked to tease her with his cock, especially right before he left on a trip. He wanted her to miss him and the way he would fuck her, and she always did.
Once his prick was in her to the balls, he leaned down and kissed her, his hands working on her tits to get her really hot to fuck. As was usual when they fucked so early, things seemed to be moving in slow motion, an edge of sleep masking their urgent need.
"You always get so wet and hot in the morning," Jason said. "Damn, your pussy feels good."
"So does your cock," she replied. "Come on, lover. Really fuck me. Two days without you is going to be hell on my cunt."
Grunting, he draped her legs over his shoulders. Arlene moaned, her green eyes glinting brightly. This was one of her favorite positions, and the only one that allowed her husband to fuck the shit out of her the way she loved it.
"Oooooh, yes!" she begged. "Ram me, honey! Make me feel that gorgeous cock!"
She gasped as he obeyed, flailing her head until her red hair was fanned out over the pillow.
The first few strokes always left her breathless. And horny. Of course, her husband knew what to do about that.
Bending his head, he licked and sucked her white tits, pulling at the nipples until they were pink and swollen. His prick wasn't still for an instant, pounding into her upturned cunt relentlessly as she leaked more and more juice. The lustful girl ran her hands into her husband's dark brown hair, tangling her fingers in it. She was really turned on now, ready to fuck and be fucked until they were both spent.
Their bodies were starting to steam, sweltering with the passionate fuck. As always, the plunging cock was creating a slurping noise as it invaded her pussy. His cockhead jarred her with each stroke, making her tits quiver excitedly. The smell of sex was heavy in the air, a musky odor that made their lovemaking deliciously vulgar.
"Harder!" she gasped. "Oh, Jason! More! Make me cum!"
He grinned down at her, his eyes half closed and dark with lust. Grabbing onto her thighs, he ground his hips forward, forcing his cock even deeper.
The grimace on the girl's face told him how much she was enjoying his prick. Her pale, creamy skin was beginning to bead with sweat as he continued to ram her.
Tiny grunts bubbled from her milky throat. Little gasps of excitement were fucked right out of her. Her pussy was sloppy with her juice, she was so eager. Nothing was so thrilling as having her cunt filled with her husband's cock, Once he had shown her how wonderful it could be to be screwed until she was limp and exhausted, she couldn't get enough.
"Your finger," she mewled faintly. "Now, lover. Put it in me."
While he kept plunging his cock into her, he obeyed. Reaching around her quivering ass cheeks, he found her tiny asshole. He stabbed his finger inside, causing her to lurch and squeal. Her actions became more abandoned as he finger fucked her shitter while he screwed her. The strange feeling in her ass made her hotter, brought her climax that much closer. And then she came.
"Unnnnhhhhh!" she groaned, clutching at Jason.
"Oh, babe," he gasped. "Feel it? Feel me cumming in you?"
He kept rocking her with his prick while it spewed his jizz up her cunthole. The girl shivered in ecstasy, looking up at her husband with a yearning for more. Although Jason would fuck her at every opportunity, somehow it just wasn't quite enough.
"Damn, now I'm ready for a nap," he joked.
"But I'd miss my flight, so I'll have to wait."
She watched him get up, saw his shrunken cock dangling, glistening with her cream. Smiling sadly, she got up, too, remembering that she had something important to get done, also.
The large briefcase lay on the bureau, where she had set it the day before. She opened it and took out one of the bright pink samples. Since she would be selling the Tahitian Cove products, she decided that she should advertise them in every way she could.
When she unwrapped the small bar of soap, its warm nutty fragrance assailed her. Sniffing at the soap, she carried it into the bathroom.
Jason was in the shower, his strong naked body visible through the frosted glass door. She watched him bathe, his large hands sudsing himself all over. When he washed his prick, her cunt tingled.
Too soon, he came out, grabbing a towel and briskly drying himself. He noticed her whimsical smile and grinned.
"Horny?" he asked with a wink.
"Here," she said, holding the soap out to him. "Smell this and tell me what you think."
He took a sniff, a puzzled look coming into his eyes. Then he sniffed again.
"Holy shit," he muttered. "Is that the stuff you're gonna be selling?"
She nodded, then asked, "Do you like it?"
"It's sexy as hell," he replied. "You aren't gonna use it, are you?"
"Why not?" she asked.
"You'd smell too good," he grumbled.
"Oh, Jason," she sighed, going into the shower stall. "My customers will probably all be women. And besides, men don't buy things in sexy pink wrappers unless they like other men."
"Or the saleslady," he suggested wryly.
She closed the shower door and turned on the water. To hell with what he thought. Selling door to door for Tahitian Cove would be a cinch.
Jason was already dressed when she left the bathroom. As she opened drawers, looking for just the right under things to wear j he came up behind her, caught her tits in his hands, and kissed her neck.
"Shit, you taste good, too," he muttered. "Honey, what is that?"
"Soap," she replied, waving at the case of samples. "Bubble bath, lotion, cologne, and convenient towelettes. All with Tahitian Cove's own blend of spices and emollients to keep your skin soft and supple."
"I didn't ask for a sales pitch," he complained, tweaking her nipples. "I gotta go, babe. Turn around and kiss me."
As she did as he asked, she could tell he was turned on. His tongue slid into her mouth, while his hands kneaded her ass. She moved against him, rubbing her cuntal mound against his crotch. If he wanted to fuck, she was certainly ready for it.
"Hot little bitch," he mumbled. "If I had ten more minutes, I'd cool you down. Only, I don't. Good luck with your job, honey. Just save your pussy for me."
He kissed her once more, urgently and deeply, then he tore himself away and strode out.
Arlene sighed regretfully. She didn't like to be alone, even for a day. Which was why she had looked into a job that would let her set her own hours. That way, when Jason was home, she could be home, too. With his hard cock pounding away at her greedy pussy.
She went back to picking out her clothes, wanting to forget how lonely she already was. The scent of the soap reached her, taunted her. Jason was right. It was sexy. And it made her want to dress sexy.
First, she put on a pair of bikini undies that she normally didn't wear except at home, and then only to interest Jason in satisfying her pussy. Next came a short wrap around skirt. Finally, a blouse that hinted at showing her naked tits, but actually didn't. With a pair of comfortable flats to complete her outfit, she felt ready to face her customers.
As she started to close the samples' case, the tiny plastic vials of cologne caught her eye. She thought about it for a moment, then took one out. Why not? she decided as she dabbed the heady cologne behind her ears and in the bend of her elbows. Anything she could do to make a sale had to be all right.
Assured that she was finally prepared, she gathered up the case and her purse and left, too excited to eat.
CHAPTER TWO
By early afternoon, she had made three small sales, and had left her card with four women who said they might call if the samples she had left with them didn't break them out. Tired, she stopped by a cafe and had lunch, wondering when she would start seeing the big sales that the representative had told her would surely come.
The case felt heavier with each block she covered. Many people weren't home during the day, she found. That put a limit on her probable sales in the worst way. In order for her to reach enough potential customers, would she have to make the rounds in the evenings, or on weekends? She hoped not. It would cut too drastically into her time with Jason.
At one house, she noticed that a car was in the drive, and her spirits perked up. With a brisk step, she went to the front door and rang the bell. When there was no answer, she knocked, knowing that someone should be there.
In a moment, a man came to the door, looking rumpled and half asleep. He seemed ready to snarl at her, and abruptly changed his mind.
"I work nights," he muttered. "Guess I should put up a sign or something. What do you want?"
"Oh, um, I didn't mean to bother you," she apologized. "I'm, a salesperson for Tahitian Cove products. If you'd like, I could leave you my card and some samples, then if you'd want to buy anything, just give me a call."
"Tahitian Cove, huh?" he asked, opening the door wider. "Aw, hell. Come on in. At least you aren't selling encyclopedias."
She walked in cautiously, smiling, looking at the man with some awe. He stood well over six feet and was broad. Clad only in jeans, his muscular chest looked like a furry barrel, yet she could tell there wasn't any fat on him.
"Show me what you've got," he said, startling her.
"What?" she gasped.
"What you're selling," he replied. "Sit down on the couch and show me something."
"Oh," she said meekly. "Um, it's my first day. I haven't got the feel of it, uh, for it yet."
The man was handsome, ruggedly so. She tried to not stare at him, his blonde hair, his deep brown eyes, but couldn't help herself. After she fumbled with the latches on the case for a few seconds, he sat next to her and opened it for her.
"Pretty stuff," he said. "Isn't it for women?"
"Well, not really," she tried to explain, taking out a sample of soap and tearing off the wrapper. "See? It has an unusual odor, but not feminine."
He sniffed it, then looked her in the eye. "So that's what you're wearing. I smelled it when I came to the door." He leaned close. "Don't take this wrong, honey, but when it hit my nose, I got an instant hard-on."
She felt her face heat up. "Oh. Um, it is, rather exotic, I suppose."
His hand slid across her shoulder, his fingers gently massaging her neck. She looked into his eyes, too enraptured to break the sultry stare. Soon, he moved nearer, his head bending toward hers. Then his lips met hers, hesitantly at first, and then, when she didn't push him away, with silent desire.
Arlene was shivering as the man took her solidly against him. Yet even as she felt bewildered by what was going on, her hands were seeking out his muscular bulk, feeling the rippling muscles in his arms, touching him along his shoulders and neck. Her pussy was heating up, responding to his kiss. Brazenly, she slid her tongue into his mouth, which made him grow even more passionate.
"I've gotta fuck you," he muttered, kissing her hair. "Tell me it's all right, baby. Say you want me."
"Yes," she replied, amazed at herself. "Fuck me. Please." Snarling, he got up and lifted her into his arms. He carried her into the bedroom and laid her down, quickly stripping her, and then himself. It was only once they were both naked that he slowed his almost headlong attack and fondled her leisurely.
"Your cock is big," she stated once she could speak.
"Not too big," he murmured. "Just big enough."
His lips traveled from hers down to her tits, stroking her silken skin. He lingered there, sucking at her nipples. After a while, he licked his way down her body to her pussy. At his gentle urging, she opened her legs for him.
Teasingly, he lapped at her clit. Sucking in her breath, she reached out and clutched at his head, holding him pressed to her pussy. His tongue trailed wet, tingling lines up and down her swollen cuntlips, making her clit throb for more.
Her ass undulated as his skillful tongue got her hornier. She marveled at his willingness to eat her pussy without rushing through it.
When he took her clit between his lips and sucked it as he had her nipples, she almost screamed. Her fingers tightened even more on his hair while she strained to push her cunt more securely into the man's face. Now wouldn't be the time to let him get away. She needed more of his tongue, his lips. She needed for him to make her cum with his wonderful mouth.
She felt his fingers slide into her cunthole, boring into her like a cock. Her asscheeks rolled, flexed, while her cuntal muscles grabbed at the man's fingers. Her pussy was oozing cream, juicing so much, it was dripping down her crack.
Then the man's lips squeezed her clit and the tip of his tongue began to lightly stab at it. Gritting her teeth, she arched her back in ecstasy. Yes. That was it. That would make her cum.
"Eeeaaahhh!" she wailed, tossing her head.
The man kept up his tormenting assault until her tremors ceased. Then he looked at her, a lewd grin on his face.
"I still want to fuck," he said huskily. "Do you?"
"Yes," she whispered, smiling shyly. "Come fuck me, you wonderful stud."
As he crawled up over her, she noticed again his massive build, and his large cock. She couldn't help licking her lips in anticipation of having that big prick inside her, reaching areas that Jason's cock never had.
She stroked his shoulders as he settled himself over her, thrusting up her hips to hasten the first electrifying contact with that fat cockhead. When it touched her pussylips, she groaned and tried even harder to make the big prick enter her and fill her up.
"Easy, baby," the man muttered. "We have plenty of time. Unless you have to hurry home to hubby."
"He's out of town," she said. "How did you know?"
"Your ring," he replied simply. "He's out of town, huh? Good. See, tonight, I'm off. We can fuck until we're worn out."
"Mmmmmm, nice," she sighed. "But, please. Put it in me. I want to feel your cock in my pussy."
"Sure, babe," he agreed. "Whatever you want."
The large cockhead stretched her ever so well, sliding into her welcoming cunt as though it belonged there. It bored relentlessly into her moist fuck-hole, sending tingles of delight throughout her anxious body. By the time his hairy balls touched her squirming ass, she was ready to be fucked to a cum.
"You're in me so deep," she murmured, gazing up at him. "Ooooh, what a huge cock you have! I don't want to wait any longer, lover! Fuck me with it now!"
His eyes glowed as he complied, watching her intently as he began fucking her. Arlene couldn't believe how good his prick felt, how far inside her it could go. She writhed under him, her pussy milking his cock every time he pulled back.
He wasn't pounding her with his cock; he didn't need to. The sheer length and bulk of it was sweet pleasure enough for her. While the large prick merely moved in and out, it sent heightened vibrations through her. For some reason, her cunt adored that prick, couldn't stop grabbing at it.
When he leaned down to kiss her, she pushed at him to keep him away. But he was determined, and the way he was fucking her made her become weak. With a moan of resignation, she let him put his mouth to hers, something she had never let Jason do after licking her pussy. She had always been afraid to taste her own juice, since the odor of it was so overpowering.
To her surprise, she found it not to be distasteful at all. In fact, the flavor was enticing, challenging her to become more aroused. Holding the man's head still, she ran her tongue along his lips, over his chin, inhaling the odor of her cream as she lapped it from his face.
He kept fucking her while she licked him clean. She could feel her heart pounding, thudding with the excitement flowing through her. She felt so evil, so free. It was as though she had only been playing at sex, and now was enjoying it the way she had always wanted.
Once she had licked her juice from his face, she nibbled at his lips, teasing him with her tongue. He was being too reserved, wasn't giving her a really raunchy fuck. Well, she would heat him up, one way or another. Then she would find out just how good he could be with that huge cock of his.
Suddenly, her lover growled deeply and trapped her mouth under his. Then, as though being unchained, he began to pile drive his mighty prick into her fuck-hole.
She almost fainted with joy. That plunging cock was tearing into her so beautifully she wanted to cry. Hungrily, she sucked on his tongue while her pussy began to spasm uncontrollably.
"Unnnnhhhhh!" she cried into his mouth as she came.
He kept bulldozing his cockmeat into her while she climaxed, urging her to continue. Yet, as usual, it was over before she was ready. Now satisfied, she kissed him sensuously, her hands stroking his shoulders, his hair, waiting for him to cum.
But he didn't. His prick slowed to a more leisurely pace, while he took full advantage of her willing lips. As though able to wait forever, he kept fucking her without shooting off.
The girl was enthralled with his stamina, never having suspected that a man could hold back so long. With Jason, she always had to hurry, or he couldn't wait for her. It was intriguing to be fucked by a man who exhibited such control.
He drew back, smiling down at her. His huge cock became still, relaxing in her swampy cunt.
"Hey," he said quietly. "What's your name?"
"Arlene," she answered, feeling peculiar.
"Hi, Arlene. I'm Tony."
"Mmmmmm, fuck me, Tony!" she pleaded. "You do it so well!"
As he resumed fucking her, his hands began to roam over her body. The lovely way he caressed her tits made her again at ease.
Squirming, she tried to force more contact between her clit and his cock. The way the meaty prick rubbed her clit was driving her insane. With a whimper, she rotated her asscheeks, fucking up at Tony with renewed passion. If any man could give her what she wanted, he could.
"More?" he asked thickly.
"Oh, please!" she quickly agreed. "Screw me like you were before, hard and deep! Make me cum!"
"I will," he promised. "As much as you want."
When he again attacked her cunt with savage strokes, she shrieked, awed by the power behind the pummeling prong. The man knew how to fuck, there was no doubt about it. And with the cock he had, he could really do it right. Each stroke sent her pussy into quivers of delight, small earthquakes of lust that wouldn't quit until they intensified enough to split her in two.
"Oh, God," she moaned, flailing her head. "Lover, you're driving me crazy with that cock!"
"Then cum," he urged huskily. "Do it, baby. Cum for me."
As she began to cum, he closed his mouth over hers, their cries of rapture blending into one. She could feel his prick spewing, the hot spunk coating her cuntal sheath. And it made her cum again.
Soon they lay quietly, softly kissing. Tony's prick was shrunken, lying peacefully in her sloppy fuck-hole. Arlene found the sensation to be quite pleasing.
"How long will your husband be gone?" the man asked abruptly.
"Until day after tomorrow," she said. "Why?"
"I'd like to see you again," he told her. "Would you want to come by and fuck again?"
"Of course," she said with a smile. "Um, if you were to order some of the Tahitian Cove things, I could have a real excuse for stopping by. But even if you don't, I'll come by, anyway."
"You know, it wouldn't be a bad idea to have some of the soap on hand," he mused. "After a hot fuck, you could clean up with it and nobody could guess you'd been fucking."
"Meaning my husband," she stated pointedly.
"Well, yeah," he said. "But other people, too. You want to smell fresh for your customers, not freshly fucked. It would make the housewives worried."
"I suppose," she agreed softly. "Tony?"
"Yeah?"
"Um, you said you'll be off tonight, didn't you?"
"That's right, baby."
"Would you, do you have any plans?" she asked cautiously. "A date or, anything?"
He began to grin. "No. Nothing's going on. Unless you've got an idea."
Blushing, she bit her hp. "I, uh, like how you fuck," she explained. "So if you wouldn't mind, I could come back later, after a few more tries door to door, and we could have some more fun."
"Sounds good to me," he mumbled. "What time?"
"Nine or so," she replied. "I'll have to work hard to get clients at first."
"Honey, you didn't have to work much to get me to try your stuff," he assured her. "In fact, I was probably your easiest sale all day."
"And the horniest," she said with a laugh. "But I couldn't expect to find more guys like you." She frowned. "That is, well, I didn't fuck you to make you buy something."
"I know," the man responded. "You needed it, just like I did."
He kissed her gently, then got up, pulling her along with him. Silently, he led her to the bathroom.
"Stay here," he ordered. "I'll go find that soap."
He was back in a minute, handing her the small bar while he grinned lewdly.
"It still smells too damned sexy," he told her. "If you come back tonight, we might try a bath together, and get really hot."
"If?" she repeated. "Why wouldn't I come back?"
Instead of answering, he gave her a sensuous kiss, then left her alone to think about it. While she cleaned up, using the special soap, she tried to reason out Tony's remark. For a while, it remained a total puzzle. And then she caught sight of herself in the mirror over the sink.
Her face was flushed, her eyes glowing with excitement. Her red hair was tangled, in disarray. The smell of the soap permeated the air. Damn, she felt sexy as hell, and looked it, too. She was ready to fuck any guy who asked her, and might even fuck him if he didn't.
She hurried up and finished, then went to find her clothes. Tony was dressed already and sitting on the bed, her things neatly laid out and waiting for her.
"I will be back tonight," she swore, smiling at him. "Whether it's nine or midnight."
"Okay," he grunted. "I'll be here."
Once she was dressed, he walked with her back into the living room. When she began to gather up her things, he stopped her.
"I'd like to place my order now," he said.
"You don't have to," she replied. "I could leave an order blank and some samples, and give you more time to decide."
"Now," he insisted. "We'll be too busy later."
Her cunt tingled as she nodded. "All right. If you're sure."
"I am, baby."
In a few minutes, she had his order and was again ready to go. She left several samples of each product on the coffee table, so that he, and she, could use them later. When she got to the door, she found she didn't want to leave. Turning hastily, she pressed herself against Tony and kissed him deeply. Then, without another word, she left.
CHAPTER THREE
There was a new suburb near Tony's neighborhood, only five minutes away by highway. Arlene decided to try her luck there, since she didn't want to get stuck across town in traffic and maybe miss a half hour with Tony.
It was early evening when she came to a house where two young men were carrying boxes inside. She walked up to them and smiled.
"Hi," she greeted. "Are the owners around?"
The men looked at each other, then at her. Then they grinned.
"Nope," the dark haired man replied. "They're supposed to be here tomorrow, though."
"Oh," she said, glancing from one to the other. "I guess I'll have to come back some other time."
"Hey, you don't have to run off," the other man said. His hair was light brown and wavy. "You selling something?"
"Um, yes, as a matter-of-fact," she replied nervously. "Soap and things. I don't suppose either of you would be interested."
The two men grinned even more, chuckling. God, her cunt was itching bad. They were both good looking, muscular and sexy. Her date with Tony was all but forgotten for the moment.
"Sure, why not?" the first man said. "I'm Ross, and this is Chris, my new stepbrother."
"Our parents are gonna live here," Chris told her. "Together." He laughed. "Ross and I played Cupid, and it worked. Come on inside. You're selling soap, huh?"
"And other things," she answered. "Um, and I'm Arlene."
Ross and Chris almost looked like brothers, she decided, especially since both had deep blue eyes. If she had come upon either of them by himself, there was no doubt in her mind that she would have wound up in bed with him. But since they were together, she knew it couldn't possibly happen.
She stayed standing as she opened the case, and the two men moved in close beside her. She could smell them, the acrid aroma of sweat mixed with that unmistakable odor of a male.
"I don't know why they wrap it in pink," she said, undoing a bar of soap. "It's more spicy than sweet, and very pleasing."
She let each of them get a whiff of it, saying nothing else. Instead, she waited, hoping one of them would become aroused enough to make a play for her. As wet and anxious as her pussy was, she didn't care which of them wanted to fuck her. She just hoped that one of them would.
"Shit!" Ross exclaimed. "So that's why you smell so good."
"Yeah, but it's not why she looks so good," Chris muttered. "Hey, babe. Do you know what that does to a man?"
"What?" she asked, feigning innocence. "The soap, you mean?"
"Yeah," he answered. "And the way you look."
"No," she said quietly. "Tell me."
He pulled her to him and she let the small bar fall from her hand. His lips worked against hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Had Ross not been there, she would have done more than just return his urgent kiss. But the presence of the other man was too much of a distraction and kept her from really responding.
"My turn," Ross snarled.
She was turned around and treated to another lustful kiss. Her knees were about to buckle from the strain of holding back. Dammit, she needed to fuck. The only problem was, how to get rid of one of them?
"You kiss like you'd want something more," Ross said huskily. "Do you? Maybe a fat cock?"
"If we were alone," she replied hopefully.
"We are alone,' he told her. "There's just the three of us. And, baby, we can really have a good time."
"Um, you mean, you and me, then him and me?" she wanted to know.
Chris chuckled and came up behind her, trapping her between them.
"He means the three of us together," Chris explained. "Can't you feel how much we'd like to fuck you?"
Indeed she could. The two men each had a hard cock, pressing at her front and back. She squirmed, feeling the stiff pricks rub against her cuntal mound and asscheeks. All that cockmeat made her so horny she was trembling.
"Okay," she agreed only somewhat reluctantly. "You win. I've got to have a cock in me!"
Ross drew her tightly to him and this time she didn't hold back. She ground her cunt against his straining prick and wrapped her arms around his neck. If he didn't fuck her soon, she would burst from having to wait.
"Let's take her to bed, Ross," Chris suggested. "Shit, I can't wait much longer."
The two men almost carried her to the bedroom. To her surprise, she saw that the bed was made and ready to be slept in. Or fucked on.
Once they had her down, she wasn't allowed to think of anything but the men. They were all over her, stripping her, kissing her, somehow shedding their own clothing while they bared her. Arlene squirmed with impatience even though things were moving almost too quickly. Her pussy was so hot for a cock, she was certain she was on fire.
"Oh, damn," Chris muttered as he slid toward her cunt. "You're so sweet, baby. I've gotta lick your pussy."
She opened her legs to him, while Ross leaned over her and kissed her. At the first contact of Chris's tongue to her bloated pussylips, she lurched and groaned, kissing Ross with abandon. It seemed like weeks since her cunt had been licked, instead of only hours.
"Want to suck my cock while you're getting your cunt eaten?" Ross asked sexily.
"I, I've never done that," she said hesitantly. "But right now, I'd probably try anything."
When the man moved to straddle her head, she looked up at his huge prick. It was so big, so fat and long. If Chris hadn't been making her pussy tingle so wonderfully, she might not have wanted to try sucking a cock. As it was, she was too hot not to.
Slowly, she drew the silken knob to her lips. She met it with the tip of her tongue, tasting it experimentally. The flavor of the man's prick was pleasing, not as strong as that of her pussy, but arousing just the same. With a moan, she opened her mouth and let him ease the large fuck-pole inside.
While Chris continued to leave her cunt-meat with scintillating licks, the girl gave the other man's cock a languid sucking. The feel of a prick between her lips was a new kind of thrill, one that tempted her senses with erotic possibilities.
"Damn, are you sure you never gave head before?" Ross groaned. "Hell, baby, you gotta be the best beginner I ever met."
The compliment pleased her almost as much as his cock did. But maybe not as much as the other man's snaking tongue. Only a plunging cock could compare with that, and yet she wouldn't dream of asking for it until she had cum.
She let the length of the man's cock slide deeper down into her throat, feeling it almost gag her. Something about sucking the prick made her pussy drool even more. Chris didn't seem to want to miss a drop of her juice; he kept licking her fuck-hole, poking his tongue inside. While his technique differed from Tony's, she couldn't deny that he knew what he was doing.
Twisting about, she rotated her ass, shoving her needy cunt up at the man's face. It wouldn't be long now, not with so much luscious action going on. She was going to have to cum or explode.
"Nnnnnnhhhh!" she wailed around the big prick.
Thrashing under the expert tonguing, Arlene swallowed the cock in her mouth until her nose touched the man's wiry crotch hair. Now she needed to get fucked, hard, so she could cum some more. As if knowing of her desperation, Chris stopped licking her cunt and knelt between her splayed legs.
"Hey, move beside her," he told Ross. "I want to watch her suck you off while I fuck her."
Ross grunted and did as his friend asked, though Arlene wouldn't let go of his prick. She kept it buried in her mouth, following the man as he moved. Once he was settled, she moaned and resumed sucking his fat cock.
"Oh, shit," Chris said. "That's great. Keep it up, honey. Give me a good show."
She felt his ready cock slip inside her cunt hole, burrowing far into her clinching pussy in one long, sturdy drive. His prick was easily as large as Tony's, which let her know she would be in for some fine fucking before he shot off.
"Unnnhhh," she sighed as the man pulled back.
"She's hot for your cock," Ross told his friend.
"I think she likes yours, too," Chris replied. "Hell, look at her. White skin. Pink nipples. You should've tasted her cunt. Best damned pussy I've ever had my tongue in."
Before she had a chance to complain about the delay, the man began to fuck her. Soundly. Roughly. Making her gasp and arch her back at every forward stroke. She moved her body to meet his, meanwhile remembering to suck on the prick lodged in her mouth.
While Chris rammed her relentlessly with his sturdy cock, Ross fucked her mouth with his own able prick. She reached to stroke the one man's balls, and the other's muscular arm. The men were rocking her with their plunging cocks, hurrying her toward another orgasm.
When it struck, she swallowed the cock in her mouth again, writhing desperately while she uttered strangled cries. Chris bulldozed his cockmeat into her spasming pussy, while she gave the other man's prick an ardent sucking.
"Oh, hell," Ross growled. "You're too good, babe. Just too fucking good."
As his thick spunk shot into her mouth, she gulped it down without thinking. Her cunt was still tingling from the way Chris had made her cum. Not much could get through to her but the glorious twinges from her pussy.
"Let me lick her pussy," Ross said. "You come have her suck you off."
Although she whimpered when the two deserted her, she began to purr happily when Chris sank his big cock between her lips. And when Ross ran his tongue along her cuntal groove, she drifted back into a lustful haze that made everything around her seem that much better.
The man knew what to do with a hot, wet pussy, all right. His tongue probed every fold, finding each spot that could make her squirm. He paid special attention to her bobbing clit, making sure it wasn't neglected for longer than a minute between licks or sucks. Ross was doing everything to her cunt that he could and she adored every second of it.
Just like she loved sucking a cock. Chris had a nice meaty prick, one that filled her mouth as well as it had filled her pussy. Covered as it was with her own cream, it excited her all the more to have it in her mouth.
"Yeah," Chris encouraged. "Suck me good, baby. Shit, I wish yen could give me head all night."
Her eager groan echoed his sentiments. She wouldn't mind giving him head for hours, so long as a snaking tongue would be tormenting her slit. The two sexy acts seemed to go together somehow, forming a completed delight that was beyond anything she had ever imagined.
Arlene writhed under the expert cunt lapping that Ross was giving her. She stretched down a hand and fondled his head, urging him on with her undulating ass. Meanwhile, she kept sucking the other man's cock, caressing his balls gently with her free hand.
Chris was caressing her face, keeping her head turned so that he could thrust his prick fully into her mouth. Ross was bringing her toward orgasm rapidly, his tongue flitting quickly in and out of her fuck-hole, then attacking her quivering clit. If the men didn't change their tactics, they were going to cause her to have one hell of a cum.
As if realizing how turned on she was, her two lovers continued to assail her writhing body. Ross was licking up and down along her pussy lips, stopping only to taunt her clit or savor her leaking fuck-hole. And Chris was holding her head more securely, forcing her to swallow his cock.
When she came, she bucked up, squealing around the prick that she swallowed to the balls. She was panting, lurching about, hardly able to remember to keep a grip on the turgid cock down her throat. Ross kept on licking her pussy, especially her clit, making her cum even more.
"Dammit," Chris growled. "Aw, hell. I didn't want to shoot yet."
Arlene felt the pelting globs of jizz, tasted the musky juice. And she swallowed it even more eagerly than she had the other man's cum.
After Chris pulled back, she pushed at Ross to make him leave her tender cuntlips alone.
"Enough," she moaned tiredly. "I can't take anymore right now."
"How about later?" Chris asked. "Our parents aren't due until tomorrow evening."
"Hell, she can't stay," Ross grumbled. "She's got on a damned wedding ring. The last thing we need is a jealous husband after our asses."
"He's out of town," Arlene revealed hesitantly. "But I do have an appointment later. So even though I would like to stay, I can't."
"Could you come back afterwards?" Ross asked.
She looked at the two handsome studs, trying to make a decision. She wanted more than anything to stay, but she wanted to be with Tony, too. Sitting up, she shook her head sadly.
"No, it would be too late," she said. "Um, but maybe I could stop by in the morning. About nine or so. Or will you be too busy?"
"Shit, we're never too busy to fuck," Chris replied with a grin. "And to make the visit legitimate, we could order some of your soap, or something."
"Yeah," Ross agreed. "Do you deliver it in person?"
"Yes," she said. "Um, if you don't live out of state or something."
Ross laughed. "Hell, babe. We've got an apartment not ten minutes from here." He winked suggestively. "And we could get to be very steady customers."
The prospect of being able to see the two studs again made her quiver all over. She leaned toward Ross and gave him a tongue fucking kiss, then did the same with Chris.
"I'll leave it up to you whether you want to buy something or not," she murmured sweetly. "Although, it would be a perfect excuse to get together again. And again. That is, if you like what I can do for your gorgeous cocks."
"Hey, everybody needs soap," Chris teased. "And almost everybody needs a good fuck. Which means you've got yourself two horny customers, honey."
The two men were ogling her pink tipped tits and her coppery cunt. She could tell that if she stayed any longer, they would become aroused again and want to fuck her. As weak as she was when it came to a hard cock, she wouldn't be able to resist satisfying them in whatever way they wanted.
"I really have to be going," she said regretfully. "But I will be back tomorrow. And that's a promise."
As she dressed, the two men sat quietly on the bed and watched. Only once she was fully clothed did they get up to put on their jeans. Though they both seemed resigned to the fact that she was leaving, neither appeared anxious to see her gone. The three walked silently back into the dining room. Arlene took several samples from her case and laid them on the table. Then she left an order form and her card next to the samples.
"Don't lose the card," she told them. "Any time you want to order or see me, give me a call."
"And if your husband answers?" Ross questioned.
"Tell him your lover smells great in Tahitian Cove," she replied, smiling. "I do, don't I?"
"Fantastic," he muttered thickly.
"All right, then," she said. "Say you need to talk to me about another order. He won't get suspicious. I'll make sure of that."
"I bet you can," Chris responded. "If you get his cock in your mouth, he won't be able to think at all."
Smiling, she gave each man a lingering kiss, then she briskly walked out the door to find her car. Tony was waiting. It wouldn't do to keep him waiting too long.
CHAPTER FOUR
On her way to Tony's house, Arlene stopped off and got a hamburger and fries, with a malt. She felt that the meal would give her energy level a boost. Chris and Ross had almost fucked her too well. Licked, she corrected herself. The fucking part hadn't lasted nearly long enough. Well, Tony would take care of that, she was certain.
When she pulled up in front of the blondee's home, she could tell he was as anxious to take her to bed as she was to go with him. He was standing in the doorway before she could kill the engine, and was down the steps before she was out of the car.
"I was beginning to think you wouldn't come back," he said, taking her hand.
"Am I late?" she asked.
"No. I'm just horny."
He proved it once they were inside. Once he shut the door, he backed her into it, taking her samples' case from her and dropping it to the floor even as he began kissing her. His mouth was demanding, as were his hands. While he explored her mouth with his tongue, he began stripping her, removing her clothes so quickly that she wasn't able to assist him.
Suddenly, he paused and stared into her green eyes. He stepped back, looking at her naked body, an odd expression on his face.
"What is it, Tony?" she asked nervously.
"I just wanted to see if you were as pretty as I remembered," he explained. "And, dammit, I think you might be even prettier."
He drew her against him, his big cock pulsating to be free of his jeans. For a moment, he simply held her, kissing her face, her neck. Then he picked her up in his arms.
"I promised you a bath," he reminded her. "Things are almost set up. All I need to add are water, you, and me."
He didn't put her down until they were in the bathroom. When he began to strip, she watched in fascination, noting how his muscles rippled as he moved. Tony was a brawny hunk of male animal, with a satisfying cock that she couldn't wait to have inside her.
"Couldn't we fuck first?" she asked breathlessly. "I don't know if I can wait until after a bath."
"Honey, you won't have to," he said softly. "We're gonna fuck in the tub, in some of that bubble bath you're selling."
"Oh," she gasped, blushing with excitement. "Will it work? I mean, how can we fuck in there?"
"You'll see," he said.
She watched him adjust the water and add the bubble bath. He used two of the sample packets instead of just one, and the foam began to build at an alarming rate. The nutty scent was strong in the room, and she sniffed it hungrily. It did make her think of sex, and cocks, and getting off. It was the most arousing odor she had ever smelled, one that made her hot to fuck with just one whiff.
"Now, Tony!" she pleaded. "I need you now!"
"Yeah, I know," he agreed. "Damn, whatever it is they make this stuff with, it sure does things to you. Mix it with a gorgeous girl, and it's pure dynamite."
Once he shut off the water, he got into the tub. Arlene kept her eyes on his jutting prick until it disappeared into the mass of bubbles.
She eased herself into the tub, more than ready to have him fuck her again. His hands caught her around the waist as she began to sit down, leading her unerringly toward his waiting prick.
The large cockhead met her cunt right on target. Moaning, she let Tony lower her carefully onto his fuck-pole, until it was firmly in bedded in her syrupy slot. He took handfuls of the bubbles and rubbed them on her full tits, while she began to move around on the man's large cock.
"Lean back," he muttered. "Turn your face toward me. I want to kiss you, babe."
She did as he asked, opening her mouth to his seeking tongue. As he kissed her deeply, she kept squirming on that beautiful prick, squeezing it with her cuntal muscles. Reaching up, she clasped his head to hers, returning his kiss passionately.
Growling, Tony began flexing his hips, driving his cockmeat deeper into her pussy. His hands massaged her pert tits, his fingers pulling on her erect nipples. The warm, fragrant water that surrounded them only served to make their lust grow and expand.
"Play with my clit," she begged. "Ohhhh, I need to cum so bad!"
His hand groped downward, easily finding her clit. He rolled it between his fingers, treating it almost as harshly as he had her nipples. But it didn't hurt. In fact, it turned her on even more. Writhing under the dual assault of his huge cock and tormenting fingers, the redhead surrendered her lips to him with a groan of desire.
Her asscheeks were churning, stirring up the water in a wild response to the ardent fucking he was giving her. Her clit was throbbing madly, eager for whatever the man wanted to do to it. Tony's mouth swallowed her high pitched cries, his tongue moving against hers as though it were a second cock.
Arlene couldn't keep still. She couldn't think. Her pussy was being fucked, her clit was being rubbed, and her mouth was being possessed. She grabbed onto the side of the tub and. tried to move more strongly up and down on that gouging prick. She needed to have it pounding into her, fucking the shit out of her cunt.
"Why don't you turn around and face me?" Tony suggested. "Here. I'll help you."
He kept her from slipping as she worked to turn toward him. Having to give up that fuck-pole for even a second was too much. But once she got it back in her creaming cunt, she forgot that it had been gone.
"Slide your legs down," the man directed. "Lie flat on me. Yeah. Now fuck me, baby! Do it to me good!"
Looking deeply into his brown eyes, she began to fuck him. His hands reached to knead her asscheeks, helping to push her down more solidly each time she took his cock all the way in. He watched her as intently as she gazed at him, lust alive in their expressions.
Then she felt his fingers glide to her crack and trace a path to her asshole. Her breath hissed between her teeth as the man gently rubbed the tight ring of her butt.
"Finger fuck my ass!" she begged, her voice raspy. "Oh, God, please! Stick your finger up my butt!"
He smiled wickedly as he did her bidding, working his finger as far up her shitter as he could. She grimaced and flung her head, her tits jiggling invitingly.
"Oh, yes!" she mewled. "Oh, I love it!" She pressed her lips to his while she fucked him as hard as she could in the tight confines of the tub. Her tongue sought his, and she kissed him voraciously. Rubbing her tits on his strong chest, she rode his prick and finger, becoming more turned on the longer she fucked him.
Then, he put a second finger up her asshole. Shrieking at the added pressure, she teased, breaking off the kiss. But before she could speak, her orgasm burst within her, and all she could do was scream. "Eeeeaaahhh!" she cried in rapture. Tony came with her, his cock spewing its load into her cunthole while the girl writhed in ecstatic release.
Once they were spent, he took his fingers from her burning asshole and held her tightly against him. She laid her head on his shoulder, feeling his heart pounding, hearing her own rapid pulse in her ears. Though tired, she was by no means ready to go home.
"Can I stay awhile longer?" she asked once she could talk.
"Hey, who's saying you gotta go?" he responded. "I was hoping you'd stay all night.
Unless you'd rather not."
"I want to," she murmured, smiling. "I was just waiting to be invited."
"Okay," he grunted. "Let's get out of this tub and dry off. Then I'm gonna take you to bed."
They left the tub and quickly wiped off the bubbles ana water. Then Tony led her to the bed and sat her down. He went to turn off all the lights except the one in the living room, which cast an amber glow into the bedroom and across the bed. When he came back and laid her down, her pussy was again needing attention.
"What are you going to do to me?" she murmured huskily. "Maybe something with your fingers? Or with your hot tongue?"
"Both," he answered. "And you're gonna love it."
He began kissing her ripe tits, licking each succulent globe until both were wet with his spit. Then he sucked each nipple until it was stiff. For a few minutes, he gave her tits blissful attention, getting her to a state of fascination with no trouble at all. Then he licked and kissed his way to her belly button, swirling his tongue into it as a promise of more delights to come.
As she knew he would, he licked even lower, taunting her cuntal mound with the tip of his tongue. She rotated her ass, trying to get him to hurry and suck her pussy, but he wouldn't be rushed. He wasn't horny anymore; his cock was limp and satiated. He was going to captivate her at his own speed, and there was nothing she could do to change it.
He put the heel of his hand against her steaming pussy and just held it there while his tongue snaked around in her furry patch of cunt hair. She was writhing with need, fucking at his hand, whining to show her frustration at his easygoing manner. But he was in charge now, and he was proving that no matter what she did, he was going to enjoy her body the way he wanted to.
Almost imperceptibly, his hand began to move, gently caressing and massaging her wet cuntlips. The girl gasped when she felt what he was doing, and trembled in expectation. Lying as still as she could she waited breathlessly for him to do more. She didn't have to wait long.
Tony's hand dug into her sweltering cunt, rubbing against her clit in a lovely way. Groaning, she splayed her legs as far apart as she could, wanting him to have all the room necessary in which to entice her.
It felt like he was fucking her with his hand, the heel pressing into her pussy-hole as though trying to get inside. Just like a cock would do. The man was still licking her, too, tracing the outline of his hand with his tongue. The effect made her dizzy, had her ready to beg for more.
That squirming tongue was sneaking between his hand and her cunt, teasing her clit by lightly prodding it. She grabbed at the sheet as if anchoring herself for the next stage of the game. Because once the man got his tongue where his hand was, all hell was going to break loose in the best possible way.
It happened more quickly than she had anticipated. The blonde yanked his hand away and attacked her with his arousing mouth, startling her with his abrupt act.
"Oh!" she yelped. "God, lover! Easy!"
She might as well have said nothing. Tony ravaged her cunt with his lips and tongue, tickling every part of her wide open cunt. Although she twisted and jerked, she wouldn't have asked him to leave her alone for anything.
Without warning, he stopped. "Turn over," he commanded. "I'm gonna eat you out real good."
Trembling, she obeyed. He had her so hot she wouldn't dream of arguing. Though she didn't know how he could eat her cunt from that angle, she felt he knew what he was doing.
"Raise your ass," he ordered.
When she did, he shoved a doubled up pillow under her hips. Now having an idea of how it would work, she spread her legs and drew them up, so that she was crouching over the pillow and her pussy was gaping open.
"Hey, that's great," he muttered. "Now I've got an even better target."
His tongue darted into her cunt again, while his hands powerfully kneaded her asscheeks. He fucked at her cunthole for a while, then concentrated his efforts on her clit. He wanted her to cum, and he was going to make sure she did.
Arlene needed to climax. She was vibrating inside each time the man touched her over stimulated clit. If he didn't bring her off soon, she didn't know what she would do.
While he worked her clit over with his mouth, he poked his thumb into her cunthole and fucked her with it. She clamped down on his finger with her cuntal muscles, inviting him to do more to her. If his cock was up, he could quit licking and start fucking. Just so long as she came.
When he pulled his thumb out, she whimpered. That extra added pleasure was something she didn't want to give up.
But then his thumb found her tiny asshole and began pressing against it, pushing in, until it forced her taut sphincter to let it inside.
"Ooooh!" she gasped. "Oh, Tony!"
She squirmed against the pressure even as she felt her orgasm start. Arching her back, she let the awesome sensation sweep over her in all its glory.
"Aaarrrgghhh!" she screamed wildly. Before she could calm down, the man took his thumb from her asshole and licked his way from her still quivering clit to her shitter. Without a pause, he plunged his tongue inside, while he simultaneously caught hold of her clit between his fingers and stroked it to keep her climaxing.
"Tony!" she shrieked. "Oh, God, no! Tony, don't! No! Nnnnaahhh!"
She came again, a scorching orgasm that had her thrashing around. She had never felt anything like it, that invading tongue, actually licking into her asshole. It thrilled her in a way that nothing had before. Realizing that, she immediately climaxed once more.
"Aaaiiiieeeee!" she screeched. "Oh, lover! I can't take anymore! Dammit, it's too good!"
He moved around, taking his tongue from her ass and poking two fingers inside. But he still kept a hold on her clit.
"Too good, huh?" he muttered. "Does that mean you like it?"
"You know it does," she panted. "Please, let me rest. Just until your cock gets hard."
"It already is," he told her.
"Then fuck me," she pleaded. "I need a stiff prick right now."
"You'll get it," he promised. "In a couple of minutes."
When he forced a third finger into her stretched asshole, she bucked, crying out at the stinging pain.
"Tony, don't!" she begged. "It hurts!"
"Relax, baby," he soothed. "I'm just loosening you up. I can't fuck your ass if it's too tight."
"What?" she gasped in fright. "You can't do that! Please, say you're joking!"
"I'm very serious," he replied. "You seem to like something up your ass. So I'm gonna let you see what it's like to have a cock in it."
"No!" she squealed. "I won't let you!"
He caught her around the waist as she tried to lurch away. Since he was so strong, he held her in place quite easily.
"Honey, I'm ready," he said deeply. "Just relax, and it'll be okay."
"Oh, Tony, no!" she yelped.
His cockhead slipped into her moist slot and she tensed. When he drove his prick up her cunt hole, she sagged with relief. He had changed his mind. He wasn't going to fuck her ass after all.
After a couple of strokes, though, he pulled out. Before she could comprehend what he had in mind, he shoved his large cockhead into her shitter, nearly tearing her sphincter with the force of his entry.
"Nooooo!" she yelled in pain. "Take it out! Oh, God, take it out!"
"Easy," he murmured. "Don't fight it, baby. I know it's rough, especially the first time. But you'll get used to it."
While she frantically jerked her hips side to side, the blonde forced more and more of his thick prick up her asshole. With each additional inch, Arlene wailed, tears soon flowing from her eyes. She was in pain, maybe ripped open. Yet the man didn't seem to care. He had his cock buried up her ass, and that was all he wanted.
"Okay," he said at last. "The worst is over. Calm down, honey. Feel my cock in your ass. Man, it's so nice. Hot. Tight. Just let your asshole go slack, baby. Then you'll get to enjoy it."
"It hurts, damn you!" she shrieked. "I'll never enjoy it! How can you be so mean to me?"
"Aw, baby," he muttered. "Don't say that. Come on. Let me get you settled down."
He reached under her and found her sensitive clit. When he touched it, she jerked, sucking in her breath. Gently, he rolled it between his fingers, pulling on it in such a way that she couldn't help getting hot.
"All right," she gasped. "You can fuck my ass. If you promise to be careful. And, if you'll keep, doing that to my clit."
"Of course, honey," he murmured. "Whatever you say."
The first few long, slow strokes were agonizing, even with Tony fondling her clit. But soon the burning pain lessened, vanishing somehow, leaving nothing but a packed sensation in her shitter. Flexing her asscheeks, she cautiously began fucking with him, wanting more but afraid that the pain might return.
"You're ready for some real action, aren't you?" he accused lustfully. "Just say when, babe, and I'll ream you out so good, you'll cum all over the place."
"God, yes," she mewled impatiently. "If it won't hurt like it did, please, fuck my ass real good."
With a grunt, he thrust his cock hard up her shitter. Repeatedly, he plunged forward and back, rocking her with his potent fucking. His fingers kept busy on her clit, adding much to her enjoyment of the scorching fuck. Her mouth hung open, her eyes were squeezed shut.
The girl moved with her lover, urging him to continue. Her asscheeks snapped left to right, increasing her pleasure. Twisting, uttering garbled sounds of passion, she fucked with the man with all her might.
"Oh, more," she groaned. "Can you fuck me harder? Please try. My ass needs it!"
"I'd have to leave your clit alone," he told her. "But you could frig yourself, if you really want me to fuck you that way."
"I do," she panted. "Please, lover. Give my ass everything you've got."
She reached back to her pussy as Tony got a firm hold on her hips. For a moment, he paused, then he bulldozed his cockmeat so far into her shitter she screamed.
"Yeah," he grunted. "That's what I can do. Still want it?"
"More than ever!" she moaned. "Fuck my ass until you cum, Tony! Don't stop before then!"
His rampaging prick shook her with its strength. Her breath hissed between her clenched teeth, while she fingered her cunt desperately. The bed creaked each time he drove his cockmeat up her asshole, the springs protesting the rough treatment.
But the redhead wasn't complaining. Her slit was dripping with her cream, she was so horny. Shudders raced through her each time her lover's balls smacked against her fingers, signaling another full stroke into her stretched shitter. Her hand was wet with her juice, making it all the easier to frig her bloated cunt.
She began to cum, her pussy-hole letting out even more cream. Whimpering loudly, she let the cloud of ecstasy envelop her, allowing it to rip at her trembling body. It was an orgasm such as she had never had before, centering not in her clit but in her asshole, and it sliced at her so powerfully that she felt faint.
The cock in her asshole twitched. The man muttered a low growl as he shot his load of spunk inside her. He lay over her back, leaving his prick jammed into her shitter until it finally shrank down to its limp state.
"Oh, hell, that was fine," he muttered. "Let's go clean up, babe. Then we can take a short nap."
"Nap?" she questioned dazedly. "God, I need at least ten hours."
He chuckled and got up, helping her to stand. He caught her face between his hands, grinning at her with open amusement.
"I work nights, remember?" he said softly. "And if you're gonna stay with me tonight, you'd better be prepared to get fucked until dawn."
Blinking at him, she managed a slight smile and a nod. Laughing, he led her back to the bathroom, then picked her up and sat her in the tubful of fragrant water.
"Hey, it's cold!" she shrieked.
"Well, at least it woke you up," he responded. "Wash off, and get out. Then it'll be my turn."
She hurried to clean off, then got out, shivering. Gratefully, she let him wrap a towel around her before he got into the water.
"It's not that cold," he chided. "Or maybe your hot little body warmed it up."
Although she wanted to reply in kind, she was too busy watching him to speak. Tony was built, so muscular she couldn't help licking her lips at the thought of their next encounter. With a man like him to give her some fucking on the side, she wouldn't need to worry about not getting enough with Jason.
"I'm sure glad the Tahitian Cove made you horny," she told him. "You're too good to be true."
As he got out of the tub, he frowned. He didn't say anything while he dried off, but when he did reply, he startled her.
"My cock got hard the second I saw you," he said. "I only used the smell of the soap as an excuse."
"You mean, I gave you a hard-on?" she asked in amazement.
"You better believe it." He winked lewdly. "Of course, the soap and things will help you with your sales. Or haven't you found that out already?"
"I'd like to see you often, Tony. Not just to sell you things, either. Think you'd like that?"
"I'm usually home by eight in the morning," he said. "Come by before nine, or after three. Does your husband go out of town much?"
"I thought so before I met you," she told him softly. "But it's about once a month, for two or three days."
"You could let me know next time, and I'll change my night off with another guy, if I need to."
"But don't you have a girlfriend or something?" she asked. "I wouldn't want to cause any trouble."
"Hell, I've got weekends for other girls," he grumbled. "You're special. I'll make time to be with you."
His lips crushed hers, showing her that no matter what, he would be willing to fuck her whenever she needed it. After she found out what he could do for her, she knew she would be visiting him often.
CHAPTER FIVE
It seemed she had just fallen asleep when she felt someone at her pussy, tickling it so teasingly with a well educated tongue that she began to squirm before she remembered where she was and who she was with.
"Oh, Tony!" she sighed. "Mmmmm, lick me, lover! It gets me so hot!"
He chuckled at that, but didn't take his mouth from her pussy. He had her spread open and sloppy already, as though he had been eating her cunt for a while before she woke up to find out what wonderful thing was going on.
"Is your cock hard?" she asked.
"Yeah," he paused to reply.
"Then why don't you fuck me?"
"Because you've got a sweet pussy," he said. "Don't you like to get licked?"
"Yes, but you're getting left out." An idea came to her. "Do you think I could suck you off while you eat my pussy? Would you like that?"
"Oh, shit, would I ever," he agreed. "Let me lie down, and you climb up over me."
As she positioned herself over him, he took hold of her asscheeks and pulled her down until his tongue came into scintillating contact with her cunt.
Groaning, she leaned down and found his stiff fuck-pole. It bobbed at her touch, its heat and musky aroma assailing her as she took the large knob between her lips. She sucked in as much of his cock as she could comfortably handle, and reached to find how much was left.
Only a couple of inches, she discovered. His hairy balls were almost under her nose, the heavy sac taut under her gentle caress. Something about the feel of his balls made her want to run her tongue along them, taste them.
Releasing his cock, she licked along its length, making it jerk impatiently. She knew what he was feeling, as his tongue was causing her to quiver and twitch in much the same way. It seemed so natural to be using her mouth on his cock, just as it felt so right to have his mouth on her pussy.
Once she reached his balls, she slid her tongue over them, feeling the wiry hairs glide beneath her wet kiss. The man groaned, shifting beneath her, signaling his approval of her technique in such a way that she understood him perfectly. So she licked his balls again, and again. His cock lurched, bumping her throat. His tongue plowed into her cunthole so far that his teeth were pressed into her pussylips. She was exciting him, and she loved it.
"Suck my balls," he pleaded. "Not too hard. Just take them in your mouth."
She gladly obeyed. Circling first one, then the other, with her lips, the girl gently pulled on them, licking them with her tongue. Tony was moaning with yearning while he continued to lap, somewhat distractedly, at her leaking pussy. She had him trembling with her exploration.
Once again she licked his big balls, carefully moving them so she could get at the underside. As she covered him with wet kisses, she urged him to move his legs apart. He wasn't licking her anymore; he was waiting.
When she began licking lower, the man drew his knees up, helping her have a better target for her searching tongue. Then she found it, the tiny rim of his asshole, and she poked it experimentally with the tip of her tongue.
"Oh, shit!" he groaned. "Yeah, baby! Lick my ass! Damn, that's good!"
He was stroking her asscheeks with his hands, breathing heavily up into her cunt. She was getting to him, all right. Maybe too well. She was beginning to feel awfully neglected, the way he was ignoring her pussy.
Yet she was having a lot of fun. His shitter tasted salty, sweaty, and like a male. Stiffening her tongue into a point, she stabbed at his tight sphincter, forcing it to open up to her. As she began to tongue fuck his asshole, her own ass was treated to a hot tongue that was just as bold and determined.
They writhed and twisted as each kept pleasing the other's ass. They both moaned with desire at the lewd kissing, both wanting more, both giving more. Her cunt was oozing, the cream dripping onto his neck. His cock was throbbing, pulsating between her plump tits. They were both excited and aroused, and ready to cum.
As if a silent message had been exchanged between them, they moved. She took his cock in her mouth, while the man found her clit with his tongue. When Tony stuck a finger into her stimulated asshole, she did the same to his shitter. Fucking at each other, they used their lips and tongues and fingers to extract every bit of enjoyment they could from the sizzling sixty nine session.
The flavor of her lover's big fuck-pole inflamed her senses, had her trying to swallow it all. As well, his tongue was slithering into every fold of her cunt, attacking it with an expertise that had her blood pounding.
Another finger entered her shitter. She quaked as he began to stretch her asshole.
"Let me cum before you fuck my ass," she panted.
"I wasn't gonna fuck your ass," he muttered. "Wait a minute, and you'll see."
She heard him open a drawer and fumble around. Soon he grunted, and the noises stopped. Then something pushed against her snug asshole, and forced its way inside.
"Oh, God, what is that?" she cried in fright.
"A dildo," he explained. "Don't get scared, honey. It's smaller than my cock. Around, at least. I bought it as a gag for a girl I knew, only she didn't think it was so funny. What do you think about it, babe?"
"It's, it's strange," she gasped. "Oooh, it's stretching me so."
"Does it hurt?" he wanted to know.
"No," she moaned. "Oh, not a bit. It's, nice. Mmmmmm, real nice."
"Then let's get back to it, honey," he urged.
Knowing exactly what he meant, she took his prick between her lips and treated it to a sultry suck. His tongue found her gaping cunt and enticed her clit with a swirling series of licks. Meanwhile he eased the dildo deeper into her clinching asshole, filling her so wonderfully that she couldn't keep her asscheeks from wagging gratefully.
She pushed her finger farther into his asshole, wanting to stick another finger in, but not wanting to hurt him. As she probed deeper, he became more active, his flexing asscheeks urging her to stroke his anal sheath. She knew how he felt. Her own asshole was alive with the pleasure of getting reamed out, her body gyrating wildly.
He began fucking her shitter with the dildo. Carefully at first, then more strongly as the fake cock began to slide more easily, he screwed her asshole. That probing dildo and teasing tongue were too much for her. She had to cum.
"Nnnnnhhhhh!" she cried, shuddering.
Nearly burying the man under her spasming cunt, she took his cockmeat all the way into her mouth. She stabbed her finger as far as it would go up his ass, while she worked her lips and throat on his big prick. He bucked up, his fuck-pole beginning to jerk madly. The prick erupted in her mouth, sending globs of jism into her mouth, nearly drowning her.
She sucked on his cockmeat until it shriveled, then let it go. Slowly, she pulled her finger from his asshole, panting from her violent orgasm. But her lover was still licking her, still moving the dildo in her asshole, as though unaware that she had cum.
"Okay," she murmured. "You can quit now."
"Quit, hell," he muttered. "I'll stop when I'm damned good and ready, babe, and not before. You just get comfortable and let me have your pussy to lick. I'll let you know when I'm through with you."
"Please, Tony," she said piteously. "I need to go back to sleep."
"Later," he growled.
Since he seemed to be getting angry, she gave up. Besides, his tongue did feel good on her cunt. And the dildo up her ass was nice, too. Sighing, she laid her head next to his flaccid cock and let the pleasing sensations flow through her.
Soon, though, it wasn't just pleasing. What the man was doing got her aroused, made her want to fuck. The only problem was that his cock wasn't up. There had to be some way to remedy that, she decided. Maybe a little sucking would do the trick.
She began by licking the soft cock, rolling her tongue over and around it. Once she had it wet, she carefully sucked it into her mouth, pulling on it gently to encourage it to stiffen. As she kept working on him without getting any results, she began to fear that he was done for the night.
But his tongue certainly wasn't. He was lapping her pussy so avidly that he seemed to be tireless. And the dildo in her ass felt so wonderful, made her hot to have Tony's cock fucking her shitter. If she could make him get a hard-on, she would beg to have him ass fuck her again.
For a while, it looked like she would have to settle for the dildo. Then, with her cunt short seconds away from another climax, the large fuck-pole began to expand.
"Wait," she stopped to plead. "Let me get you hard, so you can fuck my asshole. I don't want to cum until your cock's up my ass."
He quit licking her, but kept sliding the dildo in her shithole. The anxious girl sucked on his prick until it was at its full size and bobbing. Eagerly, she wet it down with her tongue, wanting it to slip into her shitter with as little discomfort as possible.
"All right," she said at last. "I think we're both ready. I want your cock up my ass so bad I can't stand it, lover."
"Me, too," he agreed thickly.
He drew the dildo out of her asshole, then he pulled her down beside him. She tried to get up on her hands and knees, but he pushed her onto her back.
Intrigued, she let him fold her legs up and back, then he settled them over his shoulders. He found her shitter with his fingers, then pointed his cockhead at it. With a hard shove, he impaled her with the fat knob, stretching her sphincter open.
"Oh, God!" she wailed.
"Easy," he soothed. "Relax. Just relax."
He rubbed her clit with his thumb as he forced his cockmeat into her asshole. The girl groaned and writhed, the combination of torture and titillation making her confused. Although she tried to keep her anal muscles lax, the entry of that big cock still caused her pain.
"Now," he grunted. "We're ready. I'm gonna show you what ass fucking is all about."
The way he was massaging her clit was the only thing keeping her from protesting. Despite the pain in her shitter, she was close to an orgasm. She hoped the stinging would lessen before she came; she wanted her climax to be beautiful.
But she couldn't hold back. She had been too hot before, and Tony was making her hotter. All she could do was surrender to her lust.
"Eeeaaahhhh!" she cried, lurching under him.
For some reason, the pain in her asshole vanished. Though she still felt stretched and full, the stinging was gone. And the man kept playing with her clit, giving her every reason to stay aroused.
Her cunt juice was running onto his cock, wetting it down. That made it glide into her upturned shitter even easier, helping to prevent the harsh pushing and pulling. The wetter his prick got, the better she could take it, and the more she wanted him to keep fucking her ass.
And still he mauled her clit, rolling it under his thumb, pressing down on it. He had it throbbing and standing up, eager for his rough attention. She tried to help him fuck her asshole, but he had her in such a position that all she could manage was to wriggle her asscheeks, and that not as much as she wanted to.
She ran her hands along his thickly muscled arms, adoring the strength he exhibited. Moaning lustfully, she placed her hand over his on her cunt, feeling his fingers working on her juicing slot.
"Want to frig yourself?" he asked.
"No," she replied with a grunt. "I want to feel you touching me."
"Then, I'm doing it right?"
"Yes," she groaned. "Oh, yes. Perfectly."
Her fingers slid over his, touching her cunt here and there, picking up droplets of her cream. She reached farther, until she felt his cock. Lightly, she stroked the thick fuck-pole as it reamed her shitter, feeling its heat, its power. Then she let her fingers trace the spread rim of her asshole, feeling of the tender skin that seemed stretched to the point of splitting.
"Aaaaaaiieee!" she screamed as she came again.
She plunged three fingers into her cunthole, and her ass did a jiggling dance of fulfillment. What she needed was a cock, she realized. One for both fuck-holes, ripping into her at the same time. That would be something to really get excited about.
The man's cock was twitching, and he made several quick, rapid fire thrusts into her shitter before he shoved it in and let it coat her shithole with his spunk.
Once they both quit twisting and lurching, he let her legs down, then crawled to lie beside her.
"You're a hot bitch, know that?" he muttered.
"I'm beginning to find that out," she murmured, now satiated. "With your help, that is."
He pulled her to him, nestling her head against his shoulder. His arms held her trapped there, as though he thought she might try to run away.
"Do you really like getting ass fucked?" he wanted to know.
"Once it quit hurting," she admitted.
"And the dildo. What did you think about it?"
"It got me hot for your cock," she said quietly. "What's with all the questions, Tony?"
He sighed into her hair. "I guess I just want to make sure you'll come back again," he revealed, sounding uncertain.
"Oh, I'll be back," she promised honestly. "Maybe only once a week, until I get my customers lined up. And whenever Jason's out of town, I can spend the night. If you want me to."
"Great," he mumbled. "That's just the answer I was hoping to get. Now let's get some sleep."
Even though she was tired, Arlene only dozed between then and dawn, somehow aware that the man next to her wasn't sleeping much, either. His arousing body stayed pressed to hers, the heat of him so intense that she needed no covers. Whenever she tried to turn over, his arms tightened around her like steel bands. Her tits brushed his chest with each breath, keeping her nipples erect and throbbing. She had never experienced such a turn on before, and for so long, without things accelerating into a fuck.
As it began to get light out, Tony got up and went into the bathroom. When he returned, she could see his cock was ready for her, fat and long like a tasty sausage. Silently, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs, reaching out to him as he joined her on the bed.
When he got between her legs, he sank his prick into her leaking cunt, pushing it in by inches until it was all inside her. Wordlessly, looking down into her eyes, he fucked her, moving in an ever increasing tempo that soon had him pile driving his large prick into her pussy-hole.
She pulled him down and kissed him while he rammed her with his prick. Her orgasm was already beginning, the tinglings bursting into flares of heat. Arching her back, she came, her keening wail lost in his throat.
Still he kept fucking her. He was purposeful, grinding his cock into her sloppy cunt as though trying to force his balls into her, too. As hot as she was, she felt she could take them, that it would only make her cum even more.
His hands glided over her tits, rubbing them, squeezing them, getting her so worked up that she began nipping at his lips. She dug her nails into his flesh, scratching him without meaning to. He responded to her lustful frenzy by bending her legs back over her and bulldozing his cockmeat even more strongly into her cunt.
She screamed at the increased force and pressure, flailing her head in ecstatic delight. He had her climaxing with each stroke of his powerful cock, her cries of release a continual sound that ebbed and flowed with every orgasm she experienced.
Then he stiffened, his cock spewing out its thick juice. Shuddering, the girl came again. Though she wasn't ready to stop, she knew that Tony was finished for the moment.
"What time is it?" she panted.
"About seven," he answered, grinning. "Oh, yeah. You're gonna go see those two guys. I wish them luck, babe. But I don't think they'll be able to calm you down for long."
"You're a bastard, Tony," she pouted. "I can't help it if I like to fuck, can I?"
"I guess not," he agreed. "Go get yourself cleaned up. I'll fix us some breakfast."
"Not for me, thanks," she pleaded. "I, um, I'm not hungry right now."
He gave her a knowing look, then got up. With a deep laugh, he turned to get some clothes and then began to dress. She decided to ignore his teasing attitude and went to the bathroom to piss and then freshen up. The sample bar of soap was still on the sink, so she used it to cleanse away the traces of her erotic night with Tony.
That unique fragrance made her inhale deeply, stimulating her senses. No matter what Tony thought, she felt that the Tahitian Cove scent was a definite plus toward her sexuality. No only did it make her smell sexy, it also made her feel sexy. Which made men turn on to her in very satisfying ways.
She soaped her pussy carefully, not wanting to get too hot before she was with Ross and Chris. What she had in mind to do with them was going to be fantastic.
"Your things are on the bed," Tony said from the doorway. "Even your case. I, uh, hope you're not too upset with me for what I said about you."
"Why should I be?" she answered. "It's the truth, isn't it?"
"Well, you seemed, I don't know. Distant."
"Distracted," she corrected with a smile. "If your cock had been hard, I would've shown you how upset I was."
She finished rinsing off and patted herself dry with a towel. The blonde was still standing there, looking at her as though he wanted to say something else. She walked up to him, looking him squarely in the eye.
"Okay, Tony," she murmured. "What is it? I can tell something's bothering you."
"Yeah," he sighed. "I'm wondering about this sales thing, about how many other guys are gonna want you, gonna fuck you. Where will I fit in, if you've got twenty guys all aching to screw you?"
"Lover, don't worry," she whispered. "I'll always have time to drop by and take care of you."
To prove her statement, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her lush body against him while she kissed him sensuously. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she would forget him. Especially since he knew so many ways to bring her off.
When he broke the kiss, he was grinning. He reached to stroke her nipples, making them firm under his stimulating fingers.
"Okay, I believe you," he said. "But if I need to see you, what can I do?"
"Call me," she replied simply. "If my husband answers, tell him you want to place an order. He doesn't have to know what for."
She kissed him again, then went to dress. Tony watched, an amused look on his face.
When she took out a sample of cologne and dabbed it on, he chuckled lewdly.
"Yeah, you know how to sell a product, all right," he told her. "Go easy on those two guys, honey. You'll have their balls in traction if you don't."
Laughing with him, she gathered up her samples' case and purse. As she went past him, she kissed his cheek, then headed out the front door without a backwards glance.
CHAPTER SIX
Arlene thought about stopping for breakfast once she was driving, but decided against it. First, a good fuck with the two men, then she could eat. Her cunt just happened to be hungrier than her stomach for once.
The house looked quiet when she pulled up. But as she neared the door, it opened slightly and Ross peeked out.
"You're early," he stated. "Come on in. We're still eating. Want to join us?"
As she stepped inside, he shut the door. She could see why he hadn't simply come out to meet her. All he wore was a pair of briefs. Chris, seated at the dining table, was dressed the same way.
"I guess I'll have some coffee," she agreed.
She couldn't help but look around. The clutter from the evening before was almost gone. Everything was shaping up quite well, beginning to have the appearance of a home.
"We've got biscuits and peach preserves, too," Ross told her. "Sit down and have some. You're gonna need your strength."
"Oh, okay," she relented.
As she sat down, both men looked her over. She smiled, her cunt itching. She had a feeling that she wouldn't get to eat much before being dragged off to the bedroom. Which would suit her just fine.
"Who'd you stay with last night?" Chris asked suddenly.
Startled, she almost choked on her coffee. Oh, God. Not again. Weren't women supposed to be the curious ones?
"Um, why do you ask?" she evaded nervously.
"Your clothes," he said, nodding at her. "They're the same ones you wore yesterday. So what gives, babe?"
Briefly, she told them about Tony, describing in general detail what they had done together. By the time she was finished, both men looked intrigued.
"Guess you can't be blamed for not wanting to stay with us when you had a stud like that waiting," Ross commented. "Sure you aren't too fucked out to have some fun with us this morning?"
"Why don't we find out?" she questioned, standing.
Slowly, she began to strip, dropping her garments one by one until she was naked before them. To tease them into action, the girl cupped her tits in her hands, swaying provocatively from side to side. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, bending her head to lick at each one. With a seductive stare at each man, she slid one hand down to her pussy and frigged herself for a few seconds. Then she brought her hand up to her mouth and languidly licked the cunt juice from her fingers.
Chris made the first move toward her, nearly knocking his chair over in his haste. But instead of leading her to the bedroom as she had expected, he set her down in the chair.
"Spread your legs, honey," he encouraged. "I'm still hungry. And I think your cunt might taste great with some peach preserves on it."
He reached into the jar and scooped out some of the preserves. With a playful grin, he wiped the sticky stuff on her cuntlips. She shivered at the coldness, not knowing how to take the odd turn of events. This wasn't at all how she had imagined things would go. But when Chris squatted down and put his face between her legs, his tongue going to work on her cunt, she decided that it was definitely going to be a good morning, even in spite of the change in plans.
"How would you like to lick some preserves off my cock?" Ross asked.
He was standing beside her, his briefs gone. His large prick stood out, bobbing toward her mouth. Moaning, she reached for him, thrilling to the feel of his proud prick.
"I'll take it just like it is," she murmured. "Come a little closer, so I can really give you a nice suck."
As he stepped up, she took his cockhead between her lips. It was only then that she noticed he had washed with the soap she had left. Eagerly, she took him in to her throat, excited by both his odor and that of the Tahitian Cove. It looked as though she was going to have two more steady customers, as well as two more willing studs.
Chris was giving her pussy a superb licking. He was quickly cleaning off all the preserves, getting down to the silken cunt-meat. Using his thumbs to hold her outer pussylips aside, he was lapping up and down her slit as though thirsty for cunt juice.
Her ass moved at his every touch. Meanwhile she gave Ross head as vigorously as Chris was eating her snatch. The plan she had would have to wait until later, or another day. What was going on now was too exciting to interrupt.
"That's it, baby," Ross encouraged. "Yeah. Swallow it. Shit, you do that just right."
"Mmmmmmm," she purred in response. There was nothing quite like sucking a cock while her cunt was getting licked, especially when she was being treated to such a splendid tonguing. She scooted forward until her ass was at the edge of the chair.
Ross held her head to him with one hand, while he fondled her tits with the other. His cock felt large, hot. She rolled her tongue around the knob, treating it much the same way as Chris was treating her clit.
As she began getting more turned on, she took the man's balls in her hand and carefully caressed them. Ross trembled, leaning closer. He tweaked and pinched her nipples, moaning softly. When she reached farther, seeking out his asshole, he spread his legs in a silent invitation. She rubbed his snug opening for a moment, then pushed her finger inside.
"Oh, hell," Ross gasped. "Do it, baby. Frig my ass."
Chris paused for a moment to see what was going on, then resumed lapping her cunt with renewed zest. His eager licking made the girl give Ross head with more enthusiasm. Slurping on the man's large prick, she finger fucked his shitter until he was breathing heavily. When he caught hold of her head and forced his cockmeat down her throat, she knew what was going to happen, and was ready for it.
"Drink my cum, baby," he groaned. "Take it all."
She did, not hesitating to gulp down his spunk. As she drew the last of his juice from his balls, she, too, climaxed, lurching fitfully as Chris tongue fucked her cunthole.
The two men changed places. Chris stripping off his briefs in one quick movement. His blue eyes were glittering, he was so ready.
"Give me everything you gave Ross," he commanded. "I want to feel the same things he did."
When he shoved his cockhead into her mouth, she groped for his asshole. But the time his cock was in her throat, her finger was prodding at his asshole. A moment later, she shoved it inside, getting a certain thrill from the way he was reacting. A drop of pre cum fell to her tongue, showing how near he was to getting off.
The way Ross was tonguing her cunt had her ready for another orgasm, too. She didn't know why she was becoming so hot, and she really didn't care. As long as she had a prick in her mouth and a tongue in her pussy, she didn't give a damn about anything else.
Ross was eating her out as if he knew how much she needed his sturdy tongue. He licked and tickled her entire cunt, ravenously lapping up her cream. Chris had gotten her horny, now Ross was getting her inflamed, so hot she thought she was going to burst into flames.
And then she felt his finger at her shitter. She squirmed forward, offering her asshole to him. To her delight, her plunged his finger up her ass, following it almost immediately with a second one.
"Nnnnnnhhh!" she screamed, cumming again.
"Oh, shit," Chris moaned. "Me, too, babe."
His cum spurted into her mouth, helping her to keep her climax alive. She rocked back and forth against the tongue in her cunt while she gulped down the thick jism. All too soon, it was over. Both men moved back, staring at her.
"You're something else," Ross said. "How much can you take?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, not knowing how to answer him.
"How many times can you cum before you give out?" he stressed. "Once more? Twice?"
"Oh." She smiled, blushing. "Um, I guess it depends on how interested you guys are in keeping me hot. With the right incentive, who knows? Maybe I could cum all day."
The two men grinned. Ross signaled to Chris and both took her by the hand.
"We'll find out for ourselves," Chris told her. "Let's go to the bedroom, where we'll be more comfortable."
She went along willingly, wondering what the two had in mind. Whatever it was, she didn't care. So long as they kept her pussy tingling and juicing.
They lifted her and laid her crossways on the bed, her asscheeks at the edge. Her cunt began to throb, anticipating what was to follow. Chris knelt by the bed and buried his tongue in her cunt. Then Ross straddled her head, his ass in her face.
"Use your imagination, honey," he coaxed. "Get me hard while I watch my friend eat your cunt."
Closing her eyes, she stuck out her tongue and pulled him down until she could reach a part of him. She let her tongue tell her what she was licking. It was his balls, the hairy sac no longer bloated or taut. Lazily, she sucked them into her mouth, gently pulling on them. Ross groaned and took hold of her tits, squeezing them almost painfully. What she was doing was getting to him, as was seeing Chris lick her cunt. That was doing things for her, too. Wonderful things.
She let go of his balls and found his asshole. When she poked it with her tongue, Ross trembled. Teasing him, she licked his shitter, making the man grab even more strongly at her tits.
"She's got her tongue on my asshole," he told Chris. "Damn, it feels good. Why don't you do the same for her?"
Chris grunted, then slid his tongue to her shithole. After only a preliminary prodding, he thrust it past her ass ring, causing her to lurch. She swirled her tongue around Ross's ass, shuddering with excitement.
"What's he doing to you, babe?" Ross wanted to know. "Show me."
Holding him around the hips, she complied, shoving her tongue up his asshole as far as she could. He jerked, then tried to force her tongue even farther up his ass. While she fucked him with her tongue, he was massaging her tits, kneading them, keeping her nipples erect.
And Chris kept stabbing his tongue into her shitter. He was frigging her cunt, too, heating her up even more. She was writhing, panting. Turned on. Mindlessly, she reached for Ross's cock and worked on it with her hand, striving to get him hard. She was going to get fucked before she left them, and get it the way she wanted.
Her idea sparked her next orgasm, and she groaned out her pleasure while her asscheeks undulated spasmodically. She felt Ross quiver, his cock begin to expand. Then she pushed him away.
"Swtich places," she pleaded. "I want both of you to fuck me next, one in my pussy and one in my ass. And I don't give a damn which one gets what."
"Hey, that's a better idea than what we had in mind," Chris agreed. "I'm for it, Ross. How about you?"
"Hell, it sounds like fun," Ross replied. "Sure. We can try it."
The two men changed places, and Arlene didn't hesitate to shove her tongue up Chris's asshole. A moment later, Ross was doing the same thing to her asshole, his thumb on her clit, insistently trying to make her climax again.
She reached to fondle Chris's cockmeat and found that he was already fairly stiff. Gently, she stroked his fat cock, then left it alone. She wanted him ready to fuck, not shoot off, when he got it in her. It was an experience she would want to savor for a while, not just do it and have it over with.
Ross had her squirming under his persistent attack. He was much more aggressive than Chris, and maybe more knowledgeable about how to get a girl hot. The dark haired man was certainly making her pussy ooze, and had her clit pushing back at his thumb. Suddenly, she knew she wanted him fucking her asshole, realizing that he would give her shitter a screwing she wouldn't forget.
Arching her back, she came, crying out as Ross manipulated her clit even more harshly. Yes. He would definitely be the right man to fuck her ass.
Once she quit cumming, she pushed Chris off of her. Ross was still tonguing her asshole, still frigging her cunt. It almost hurt her to have to push him away, but she wanted his complete attention when she told them her idea. "I changed my mind about my earlier plan," she told them. "Dammit, you can't," Chris argued. "Look at me. My cock's gonna bust if it doesn't get in you."
"Mine, too," Ross grumbled. "You can't tease us like that, Arlene. It isn't fair."
"Oh, I still want to fuck both of you at the same time," she hurried to explain. "Only, I want to say who gets my asshole. You, Ross. I want your prick up my ass. Do either of you have any gripes about that arrangement?"
"Not me," Ross said, grinning.
"Shit, I remember how good and hot your cunt was," Chris added. "I'd love to fuck it again."
The two men crawled into place beside her. They turned her on her side, facing Chris. Both of them helped her raise her leg so that her two fuck-holes were more readily available.
"I have a question," Ross paused to say. "Why do you want me to ass fuck you, and not Chris?"
"Because I think you'll fuck my ass without being afraid you'll hurt me," she replied softly. "And that's how I want it."
He grunted. "Okay, babe. Chris, let me slick down my cock in her pussy first, then we'll get started."
When she felt his big cock enter her pussy, she quivered. After one deep stroke, he pulled out, then put his knob at her asshole.
"You get in her cunt, then hold her steady, Ross instructed. "She's gonna squeal when I start in."
Chris followed his friend's orders, filling the girl's pussy-hole with cockmeat. She clutched at his shoulders, holding her breath, waiting for the first searing contact of the man's prick against her shitter.
Then Ross shoved. Half his cock bored up her asshole with his initial stroke. Gasping in pain, she tensed, shrieking at the agony.
"Easy!" she cried. "Go slower! I can't take it that fast!"
"Sure you can," Ross growled. "And you want it rough. You as much as said so. Hang on to her, Chris. I'm gonna push in the rest of my cock."
He lunged and she yelped again, now trying to drag herself from between the two men, regretting the suggestion she had made to them. But they had her in a hold she couldn't escape, and neither seemed to want to let her go.
The man behind her began moving his cock, out, in, loosening her taut sphincter. She cried and struggled, feeling so full she was afraid she would rip apart. The two cocks were huge inside her, especially the one in her ass. Why hadn't she let Chris fuck her shitter instead of Ross? He wouldn't have been so brutal with her.
"Come on, baby," Ross mumbled into her ear. "Fuck. Move your ass. Didn't that guy last night teach you how to do it right? Move, babe. Get with it."
Chris was starting to fuck her, too, moving his prick back and forth in her swampy cunt. He wiped at her tears, softly kissed her.
"Work with us, honey," he pleaded. "Fuck, baby. Your pussy's so nice and wet. And hot. Think about having two cock in you. Doesn't that make you feel like fucking?"
It did. Or the way she was getting fucked did. The stinging pain subsided, leaving a full, stretched feeling behind. Moaning, she put her mouth to Chris's and kissed him, her tongue squirming against his.
"Yeah," Ross encouraged thickly. "That's it. You suggested this fuck, baby, so you should enjoy it. But I'd like a kiss, too. See if you can turn enough to give me one."
She twisted around, finding his lips with no trouble. As she shared a tongue tempting kiss with him, Chris began to suck her tits. She arched her back to thrust them into his face, letting him know she wanted him to continue playing with them.
Meanwhile, she gave Ross her tongue to suck on, as her asscheeks undulated and rotated to accommodate the men's plunging cocks.
The hot fuck was turning out to be better than she had thought it would be. Her pussy drooled at each forceful stroke, both of her fuck-holes milking the rampaging cocks without conscious effort. Ross was exploring the inside of her mouth with his tongue, holding her captive while he possessed her lips. Chris was doing much the same to her tits, biting and pulling on her nipples between long, deep sucks. And they kept fucking her, irritating her so wonderfully that she had to cum.
"Aaaiiieeee!" she shrieked, shuddering fitfully.
She grabbed Chris by the hair and pressed him closer to her tits. Lustfully, she pulled Ross to her and fed him her hungry tongue. The men held her leg higher, fucked her pussy and shitter more soundly. They were trying to satisfy her craving, to give her exactly what she wanted, if not more. They were succeeding so well that they made her climax again.
The girl cried out, and writhed all the more desperately between her two lovers. They had her hot, boiling over. She could feel steam rising from her sweltering cunt.
She kept kissing Ross, kept holding Chris to her tits, and kept her cunt and asshole busy on their bulldozing pricks. Gasping and whimpering, the horny girl thrashed fitfully between the men. It seemed that the more she came, the hotter she got. The raunchy fuck wasn't calming her down one bit; it was making her need more. She could tell that her aroused state made her lovers more eager to please her. Their bodies and mouths became ravenous, demanding, an urgency behind their movements that made her want to surrender to them.
"Hot bitch," Ross growled, biting at her lips. "Yeah, you like to fuck, dont you? Damn, your asshole's giving my cock a workout. Your cum is all over my balls. Shit, baby, I could fuck your ass until you were too sore to walk."
"Then do it!" she begged. "I need it, lover! Mmmmmm, it's so good! Chris? Do you like fucking my cunt?"
"It's great, honey," he told her. "Tight. Wet. Hell, you'd better let us have your fuck-holes a lot, so we don't have to jack off while thinking about you."
"I will," she swore passionately. "For now, fuck me, you two gorgeous studs. Keep me cumming!"
Chris slammed his cock into her pussy as he boldly pressed his mouth to hers. Ross shoved his prick up her shitter, and snaked his tongue into her ear. The men were crushing her between them, forcing her to feel their masculine bodies while they fucked the shit out of her. She didn't know how much more she could take without exploding, but she knew that however much it was, she would love every long, luscious second of it.
She clutched at Chris, striving to fuck both men with total abandon. It was difficult to do, since they were all on their sides. Yet she couldn't think of asking them to quit even long enough to get into better positions. In fact, she could barely think at all, save for thinking about the hot action that the three were sharing.
"Dammit, I need to get in deeper," Ross complained, voicing her own desire.
"Yeah," Chris grunted. "Me, too. But how?"
"Well, not here, that's for sure." He was quiet a moment, then said, "The shower."
"A big shower stall," he corrected. "Come on. Let's try it."
The two yanked away from her, causing her to groan. But before she could truly comprehend the situation, the men picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, laughing as she struggled to get down.
"Let's really get her wet," Ross said wickedly. "Turn on the water. Then we'll fuck her some more. Standing up."
Bewildered, still in a haze of sensual gluttony, the redhead watched curiously as the men made their preparations. Chris got a warm spray going, adjusting the shower head so that the water hit all three of them. Once he was satisfied with the spray, he made her face him, a lustful gleam in his eyes. "Okay, baby," he muttered. "Spread 'em. We're gonna fuck some more."
Willingly, she moved her feet apart. As Chris bent and sank his cock up her cunthole, Ross rammed his prick up her shitter. She screamed at the brief pain, shuddering. But once it disappeared, she was as ready to fuck as they were.
"We've got a problem," Ross grumbled. "I still can't get in deep enough."
"Me, either," Chris agreed. "So what can we do?"
"Honey, we're gonna have to pick you up some," Ross told her. "Chris, help me. She'll have to put her legs around your ass."
"You can't be serious!" she cried in shock.
In a moment, she found out they were indeed serious. Together, her lovers lifted her from the floor. Desperately, she wrapped her arms and legs around Chris, clinging to him, afraid she was going to fall.
"Good," Ross grunted. "Let's try it now."
The two horny studs held onto her, Chris around her waist, Ross clutching her asscheeks, and began to fuck her with all their strength. Their pricks plunged into her fuck-holes, going farther than they had before. She shrieked, arching her back.
"Yes!" she cried ecstatically. "Fuck me! God, you're in me so deep!"
She was cumming again, writhing between her lovers, taking the harsh fucking they were giving her and wanting more of it. She couldn't move with them, and she didn't need to. They were bouncing her up and down on their cocks as they fucked her, making sure she got every inch of cockmeat they had to offer.
Her asshole throbbed from the brutal pounding Ross was giving it. Her pussy leaked cream all over Chris's prick while her cuntal muscles tightened spasmodically. She wished that both the studs had larger pricks, so that she could really be packed with cockmeat. Yet she was getting enough; her cunt was proving that. It was gushing excitedly from the dual fuck, as though not having had so much enjoyment in months.
Almost at the same moment, both men began to cum. They pressed her tightly between them, their lurching pricks giving her enough titillation to make her climax once more. Panting, grunting, the trio embraced for a while, then the men's cocks slid from her cunt and shitter, and they gently stood her on her feet.
"Well?" Ross asked. "Did you get what you wanted?"
"And then some!" she admitted dreamily. "Oh, guys! Can you two ever please a horny girl!"
"Does that mean if we make an order, you'll deliver it personally?" Chris wanted to know. "With maybe a hot, wet bonus for us?"
"Guaranteed," she promised, smiling at them. "But, um, I do need to get going. I have to try to build up my business, you know."
"Do we ever," Ross said, chuckling. "And with the way you advertise, you'll be a success in no time."
"Hey, I don't intend to fuck every man I meet," she argued, blushing. "I just got carried away with you two."
"And Tony?" Chris mused. "Isn't that his name?"
"Stop making fun of me," she pouted. "All right. So I met three men who turned me on. I haven't heard one of you complaining. Until now."
Ross and Chris were washing off their cocks, both of them grinning at her. They took the soap and started washing her, too, concentrating on her pussy and asshole. Although she was somewhat pissed off with them, she opened her legs to let them suds her down.
"We aren't complaining," Chris swore. "We're amazed. So much hot bitch in such a pretty package. You're too good to be true, honey."
"Yeah," Ross agreed. "Mainly, we don't want you to forget us. We're getting used to fucking your sweet body, and want to do it again."
"Oh," she sighed, licking her lips. "I, see."
Damn, they were getting her aroused again. Gently, she pushed their hands away from her fuck-holes, smiling weakly.
"I think I'm clean enough," she murmured.
"Oh, well," Chris sighed heavily. "We tried."
She let the spray rinse her off, then she stepped out of the shower. As she grabbed a towel, the two men followed, Ross shutting off the water as he came out. They both looked smug and satisfied with themselves, as though they had won a bet.
"What are you two so pleased about?" she finally asked. "It's something to do with me, isn't it?"
"Sure," Ross replied. "It isn't every day that a guy can find a girl who gets hot and stays hot. Admit it, Arlene. If we had kept fingering you, you'd have cum again, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," she admitted, somewhat embarrassed. "But I can control it. I made you stop, didn't I?"
"If our cocks had been hard, would you have done the same thing?" Chris wanted to know.
"Probably not," she mumbled, fidgeting.
"Aw, we're not making fun of you, baby," Ross murmured. "We like you the way you are. Tony does, too, doesn't he?"
"I think so." She shrugged. "He acts like he does."
"Sure," Chris said with a soft smile. "And it's because he likes how sexy you are. Just like Ross and I do. Hell, baby, you're a man's fantasy. You even look like a fairytale princess."
The men were staring at her admiringly, reaching to caress her naked body. Their hands soon had her nipples erect and her cunt drooling, making her so horny she could have fucked them on the spot.
"Okay, okay," she panted. "I believe you. Damn, do you two ever know how to explain things."
Her lovers laughed, each one hugging her. She had to giggle, too, realizing how easily she could be made to turn on.
Still in a good mood, they went back to the dining room to find their clothes. The men pulled on their briefs then went to put on their jeans. When they returned, she was dressed, her damp hair the only visible hint that something peculiar had gone on inside the house.
Ross reached across the table. "Here's our order," he said. "And a map to our place. Phone number, too."
She scanned the order briefly, then the map, studying it for any sign that it was anything other than an ordinary drawing. But her lovers had been careful. Only the street names, their address and phone number was on the paper. She slipped the pages into her purse.
"I'll give you a call when your order's in," she promised, "if not before. You never know when a craving for a good fuck will strike."
CHAPTER SEVEN
The first stop she made was by her own home. She felt she needed a change of clothes and a more thorough bath, before resuming her door to door venture. It seemed as though she reeked of sex, her body inundated with the smell of passion.
She put some of the Tahitian Cove bubble bath into the tub as the water ran. Its beckoning aroma had her settling into the caressing foam even before the tub was filled. After a couple of minutes, she turned off the water and lay back, her hands soothing the bubbles over her tits, her fingers massaging the froth into her wiry bush. She wanted to press that fragrance into her skin, to imbed it into her pores. She wanted to smell sexy, look sexy, be sexy. And she was starting to feel very, very sexy already. If she soaked long enough in the bubble bath, she would be horny and ready for a man, or men, whether she knew his name before or after a hot fuck.
Of course, she decided as her wanton thoughts swam in her brain. There was indeed a culprit, something insidious to blame for her loss of control. That damned Tahitian Cove. It played on her senses, urging her to want to fuck and be fucked. To hell with what Tony had said.
She knew exactly what was causing her perverse actions, and she was bathing in it.
Closing her eyes, she let her hands turn her on. It would be safer to frig herself off right there at home than to go out horny. And anyway, she was too hot now to do anything but satisfy her aching cunt.
The feel of her own silken, wet skin tantalized her. Her nipples firmed under her soft caress, the hard nubs kissing her fingers. As she touched her clit, it pulsated, bobbing in and out of its protective sheath. She teased it with her fingernail, shuddering at the slight pain. Yet her ass began to squirm, and her clit peeked out again for more attention, no matter what kind it got.
Writhing, the horny girl thrust three fingers into her pussy-hole and ground the heel of her hand against her clit. Groaning, she arched her back, trying to finger fuck herself even more deeply, imitating as well as she could a penetrating cock.
With her other hand, she reached around under her squirming asscheeks, seeking out her dainty asshole. She poked one finger into the taut hole, then two, and finally a third. Sucking in her breath, she grimaced, biting her lip. The pain was exquisite, enticing. The added pressure increased her pleasure, and she began frigging both fuck-holes in an urgent manner.
While it wasn't equal to the screwing that Chris and Ross had given her, it would do quite well.
The water sloshed around her wriggling body, splashing against the sides of the tub, sending droplets of fragrance sprinkling her here and there. Her needful gyrations stirred up the aroma of the bubble bath, making the odor that much more potent. In turn, her frigging markedly increased, causing some of the water to splash out of the tub.
She was panting, her pink tipped white tits jiggling as she finger fucked herself. Putting more pressure on her clit, she bounced up and down in the tub. She was wet all over, bubbles dotting her nakedness and adding to the alluring picture she made. Her red hair was wet, stuck to her head and neck, stringing across her shoulders, adding color to her pale figure.
"Ohhhh," she moaned deeply. "Oh, God. God!"
She was almost there, nearing that lovely pinnacle of rapture with each stroke of her knowledgeable fingers. Her body was responding to her frigging as though she were getting fucked. Her pussy was slimy with her juice, and she could smell her excitement over the odor of the bubble bath.
Working her palm even more harshly against her clit, the girl began to shudder in orgasmic release. Another stroke, two, and then she came.
"Unhnnnnn!" she growled in fulfillment.
It was a short climax, but a nice one. She kept her fingers and palm moving until it was through, then sighed and resumed her bath.
She let the fragrant water out of the tub. While it drained, she attached the short shower hose to the faucet, the one she used when she wanted to wash her hair. She turned the water on, adjusting it to a lukewarm spray, and began rinsing herself of the bubble bath, intending to flush the Tahitian Cove scent from her skin before it could do its evil work again.
The spray was doing what she wanted; the aroma was quickly fading. She got on her hands and knees, rinsing her cunt and ass, the water like a million little needles against her tender fuck-holes. Her asscheeks flexed, rolling of their own free will. As she let the water shoot against her tender cunt and asshole, she realized that she would have to cum once more before she could be safe from the Tahitian Cove mystique.
Balancing herself on her knees and one hand, she sprayed her eager cuntlips and asshole with the scintillating water. Some of the water was shooting up inside her fuck-holes, tormenting her further. But it was the torment that she craved, what she needed more than anything else.
She wanted to have the water more directly on her pussy, so she quickly changed positions.
Once more lying on her back, she put her legs up on either side of the tub. She spread her cuntlips apart, exposing her anxious clit and held the hose so that its spray bore down on her tender pussy.
Her body began to vibrate, her clit cringing under the brazen assault. Her shitter and cunthole winked, opening and closing as though trying to trap the tingling streams of water. She flailed her head, her asscheeks undulating jerkily. She was being rushed headlong into an orgasm, and she forced herself to hurry toward it.
"Eeeaaahhhh!" she screamed, lunging.
Keeping the water aimed at her spasming cunt, the girl began rubbing her clit, exciting her pussy all the more. The stabbing spray hit her wherever her fingers left her cunt exposed, blending with her purposeful frigging to heighten her ecstasy. She was determined not to quit until her voracious hunger was well fed.
She came again and again, her cries filling the small room. Writhing and twisting, she treated herself to all the pleasure she could stand, in a sense becoming a slave to her masterful manipulations. The water stung her, the feel of it contrasting perfectly with the softness of her stroking fingers. Sometimes she would hide her clit from the forceful spray, and at others she would spread her cuntlips wide so that the stream would nearly bruise her. And when the pleasure threatened to turn to agony, she tossed away the hose and lay there, wet, satiated, and trembling.
Slowly, she sat up and turned off the faucets. After she squeezed the excess water from her hair, she got out of the tub and began drying herself.
Maybe it wasn't the Tahitian Cove fragrance, after all, she thought, dazed by what she had done to herself. Maybe she was simply a horny girl by nature, and the aroma of Tahitian Cove made it impossible for her to ignore her desires. Whatever it was, she would have to be extremely careful in the future, lest her hormones run amok again.
Once she had dried her hair with the dryer, she went to pick out something to wear. A conservative outfit this time, something not likely to spark a man's sexual interest. And no cologne. That had gotten her into too much trouble already. Enjoyable trouble, yes. But if she kept meeting men she wanted to go to bed with, and did go to bed with them, she wouldn't have time for anything but fucking.
She dressed then stood before the mirror. The outfit created just the impression she wanted to make. Sedate, not pushy. Understated. With an underlying aura of soft femininity. Very proper, Very businesslike. Even a nun wouldn't be able to fault her appearance.
After a quick meal, she was on her way once more. This time, she decided to try her luck on the other side of the city. She chose an older neighborhood, soon glad she had decided to wear something practical. The residents she met were more mature, some already retired. She made a few sales, and felt like she had made some friends, as well.
Later, she dropped by a cafe for lunch. While she ate, she assessed her sales. So far, she was doing rather well. With a little more effort, she could easily build up a clientele.
If only she didn't have to walk so much to do it. Her feet ached already, and she had hours left to go before dark. But she couldn't hope to sell Tahitian Cove over the phone. It had to be experienced to be sold.
Once she was on the road again, she decided to try her luck in a more fashionable area, and headed for a newer neighborhood, one that drew residents who could easily hire maids and gardeners. After all, she thought, rich people had to smell good, too.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As Arlene drove through the neighborhood, she began to feel gloomy. Many of the homes were for sale, no one living in them. Others looked formidable, as though daring her to knock and disturb the occupants. The few places she did stop, nobody came to the door, yet she was certain that not everyone could be away.
Just when she was about to give it up, she saw one home with two cars in the drive, neither of them appearing to be expensive or imagine. Shrugging, she decided, what the hell? They could only tell her to get lost.
She walked up to the door and rang the bell, silently preparing her smile and sales pitch. She wanted to cross her fingers, but didn't want to get caught at doing something so immature. She had to seem confident, alert, and above all, polite.
The door was yanked open and a man glowered out at her. Almost instantly, his expression changed, softening.
"Well, hello," he said in a deep voice. "What can I do for you?"
She stood there like a schoolgirl, stupidly staring up at him, her knees about to buckle. He was drop dead good looking, with black hair and steel gray eyes. Her traitorous cunt began to throb.
"Are you, ah, selling something?" he prompted.
"I, uh, yes," she stammered, realizing what a fool she was making of herself. "Um, Tahitian Cove products. Soaps and, things like that."
"Soap, huh?" He stepped back. "Come in. I've never met anyone selling soap door to door."
She walked inside, her heart thudding so hard and fast she felt she was vibrating with every beat. The man smiled at her, beckoning for her to follow him into the living room. She didn't realize that anyone else was around until he introduced them.
"I'm Kyle," he told her. "That's Boyd, and he's Marvin. Why don't you tell us about your soap and things?"
She glanced at the other two men, and saw that they were ogling her intently. Neither of them was hard to look at, either. Boyd was blonde, with hazel eyes. Marvin was a redhead, like herself, only with freckles and brown eyes.
"If you're sure I'm not interrupting anything," she hedged.
"Honey, you'll never be a successful salesperson like that," Kyle scolded. "We were having a meeting, but we can take a break. So show us your stuff. And what's your name?"
"Arlene," she murmured.
She set the case on the coffee table and opened it up. Haltingly, she explained what she was selling and passed samples to the men. As they sniffed the soap, she licked her lips. God, three men. Each one enough to make her want to strip on the spot. If she could hold herself together for just a couple more minutes, she could be out the door and gone. She hoped that none of them wanted to order anything. She wanted to leave before she made a fool of herself.
Kyle reached into her case for a sample of the cologne. Before she realized what he was up to, he had it open and began rubbing it on her neck and throat. His fingertips caressed her tenderly, weakening her resolve to the danger point.
"You need to learn to advertise, honey," he said thickly. "With something like this to sell, you should let your prospective customers smell it in action."
"Don't," she moaned, shuddering.
He paused, then took hold of her left hand. Looking into her eyes, he fingered her wedding ring.
"Why?" he asked. "Because of this?"
"No," she replied weakly. "You don't, you couldn't understand. I'm not even sure that I do."
Grunting, he took her face in his hands. Gently, he kissed her, sending her into a near faint. She groped at him, pressing herself to him, unable to do anything except respond. It didn't matter that two other men were watching. It didn't matter that she was once more losing control. She wanted Kyle, needed him, and if he asked her to fuck him, she would. Right then, right there.
"Oh, I think I understand," he muttered after a long assault on her lips. "You're hot. Aren't you?"
"Yes," she admitted breathlessly.
"And you want to fuck, don't you?" he demanded.
"Oh, God, yes," she replied.
His hands were kneading her asscheeks, making her squirm against his crotch. His cock felt huge, like a log, gouging into her belly. Her cunt itched horribly, her desire was so great.
"It wouldn't be right to leave my two friends out of the fun," he stressed. "You'll have to fuck all three of us, or none at all."
"All right," she panted, nodding. "Just, please, don't make me wait any longer!"
"One more question," he said quietly. "What if we don't buy any of your merchandise?"
"I don't give a damn!" she cried. "So long as you fuck me!"
"Then, you're really horny?" he inquired patiently.
In response, she took his hand and thrust it up under her skirt. His fingers reached under her panties, sliding against her yearning pussy. When he poked two fingers into her hot fuck-hole, she whimpered and squeezed her cuntal muscles around them.
"Holy shit," he muttered. "You are ready to fuck. When was the last time you got a cock?"
"This morning," she groaned. "Hours ago. Dammit, can't you just take me to bed and ask questions later?"
"You're right," he agreed. "Boyd, Marvin. Come on. Our break is gonna be extended. And, I would say, very interesting."
Kyle lifted her into his arms, carrying her upstairs to the bedroom. The other two men followed close behind, not wanting to miss anything. When she was set down, Kyle backed away, out of her immediate reach.
"Why don't you kiss my friends, honey?" he encouraged. "So they won't think you're just doing me a favor."
She turned to Marvin first, putting her lips to his and rubbing her crotch against his. He was ready, too, his prick up and throbbing. After a few moments, she gave Boyd a similar kiss, grinding her cuntal mound eagerly against his hard-on. Then she decided it was time to put the greeting aside and get on with the fucking.
Dropping to her knees in front of Boyd, she opened his slacks and reached inside his briefs to find his prick. She pulled it out and into her mouth almost in one movement. The blonde moaned, clutching at her head. Deliberately, she sucked him down her throat, her hands busily pushing his slacks and underwear out of her way.
Someone was stripping her, taking her clothes off while she gave Boyd head. It was both Kyle and Marvin, she realized, helping them as much as she could without letting go of the blondee's prick. Soon she was totally naked, every inch of her creamy skin exposed.
"Damn, not one freckle," Marvin said. "Come here, baby. I need my cock sucked, too."
She was pulled away from Boyd and another cock was shoved in her mouth. Eagerly, she sucked on it, as much to show Kyle that she would do anything to his friends that they wanted as to entertain herself.
Once more she was forced to switch around, only this time she found herself on eye level with what appeared to be a salami. Gasping, she reached out to touch it, and was shocked to find it really was Kyle's prick.
"My God," she moaned. "You're huge!"
"I know," he said matter-of-factly. "Are you gonna suck it or not?"
"I'll try," she replied in awe. "I'll try very hard."
And try was all she could do, she found to her dismay. That long, fat cock defied her every effort to take it in her mouth even halfway. Her pussy began to itch like mad. She needed that big cock in her.
"Fuck me, Kyle," she pleaded. "Maybe my mouth can't swallow your cock, but my cunt can probably take it."
"And what about my friends?" he objected. "They wouldn't enjoy your pussy once I had stretched it open."
She stood up, smiling bashfully at the now naked men. Her face became bright pink, which caused the three to look at her oddly.
"Is something wrong?" Marvin wanted to know.
"Um, no," she replied cautiously. "I just well, if Kyle is fucking my cunt, maybe you two would want to, uh, fuck, my asshole."
"Hell, do you mean it?" Boyd demanded.
"Yes," she said, still blushing. "Or I could suck you off. It's up to you."
"Damn, what a choice," grumbled Marvin.
"While you're deciding," Kyle intervened, "I'll let her get used to my cock. Ready, baby?"
"Definitely," she purred.
"Then lie down and spread your legs," he instructed.
"But what if they want to ass fuck me, "
"Honey, just do as you're told," Kyle cut in. "We can get into a position to let them fuck you once I've got you ready."
She got on the bed, opening her cunt to him. As he positioned himself between her legs, she could see just how massive his cock was. She had thought that it had been her close view that had made his prick look so awesome. But the truth was that he had a very large prick.
Marvin and Boyd stood by, watching as Kyle began to sink his prick into her fuck-hole. She quivered as the large knob tunneled into her cunt, burrowing deeper, spreading her cuntal sheath farther than ever before. And that fat cockhead went deeper, inching into her slimy pussy, sending sparks of white hot desire throughout her clinging cunt. When it seemed that he could go no farther without causing her pain, she pushed at him.
"Wait," she pleaded, tensing. "Please. You can't, my pussy can't, "
"Yes, you can," he grunted.
He drew back, then thrust forward, impaling her on his meaty prick. Her eyes went wide, fear in their green depths, and then she screamed.
"Aaarrrgghhhh!" came her cry of ecstasy. "Oh, God! Oh, lover!"
"Damn, I've never had that happen before," Kyle muttered. "Did you really cum?"
"Shut up and fuck me!" she wailed. "Ohhh, I love your cock! Do it Kyle! Fuck me!"
"Okay, you horny bitch," the dark haired man said. "You're gonna be fucked like you never have been before."
He pulled all but the bulbous head of his cock from her clenching cunthole, then thrust it back in until his balls slapped her ass. She shrieked in joy at the powerful stroke, becoming dizzy at the realization that they had only begun to fuck.
The next few strokes were just as potent, leaving the girl whimpering while she tried to fuck back at him. Soon the sounds of a prick fucking a wet pussy could be heard, and that was when Kyle withdrew.
"No!" she shrieked. "Don't stop now!"
Grinning, he lay beside her, his stiff cock glistening with her abundant cream. He pulled her toward him, dragging her across his furry chest.
"Get on top of me, baby," he muttered. "Let my friends at your asshole, if they want it."
"Shit, I sure do," Boyd said eagerly. "But I'll need to slick my cock down in her pussy first."
"I, I don't know if I can take it," she told him. "Kyle's cock is so big."
The dark haired man hauled her over him, forcing her to straddle his hips. By his expression, she could tell she shouldn't argue with his decisions.
"Put your cock in her cunt and get it ready," Kyle said, watching her. "Marvin, are you going to want her asshole, too?"
"No," the third man mumbled. "I want her to suck me off."
"Well, looks like this is your lucky day, honey," Kyle stated. "You're going to have all three holes filled with cock. Think that'll make you happy?"
Boyd was behind her, his prick slipping into her pussy. But her cunt was stretched too much for her to really get anything out of it.
"I'd be happier if you acted like you wanted to fuck me, like your friends are doing," she admitted. "Honest, Kyle. I'm not expecting you to buy anything from me. I just need to get fucked. And your cock can do it so well."
He stared up at her while Boyd began fingering her shitter. One, two, then three fingers poked into her asshole, causing her to wince and shudder. Yet she kept her eyes on Kyle's, wanting some kind of response from him. If he didn't say or do something to indicate that he was going to become lustfully involved with her, the fucking wouldn't please her as much.
The man drew her down, his lips meeting hers sweetly, somewhat anxiously. When his tongue pried at her lips, she let him have access to her mouth, while she licked and tickled his tongue with her own. Oh, yes. That was better. The way he was kissing her sent tingles all the way to her toes.
"She's ready for my prick," Boyd said. "Get your cock in her pussy, Kyle, then I'll ream out her asshole."
Although she didn't want to end the sensuous kiss, she was eager to be fucked some more. She raised up, giving Kyle room to reach between them and settle the head of his huge cock into her dripping cunt. Moaning, she sat down on the bulky prick, tossing her head in lust for more and more.
When she had the giant cock firmly imbedded up her pussy-hole, Boyd pressed his cockhead against her shitter and pushed, entering her so forcefully that she reacted in panic to the tearing pain.
"Easy, please!" she shrieked. "Take it slower!"
"I thought you were used to getting ass fucked," the blonde said.
"My ass was broken in just last night," she whimpered. "God, your cock is fat. Please, Boyd, don't hurt me too much."
"Okay," he promised. "Lie on Kyle's chest and let me work my cock into your ass."
Obeying, she was pleased to find that Kyle wasn't reluctant to put his arms around her and hold her close. She cuddled up to his hairy chest, enjoying the warmth and strength of his body. Meanwhile, Boyd was pushing in more of his prick, stinging her so awfully she couldn't keep from shedding tears.
Kyle made her look at him. He touched the wet streaks on her face, frowning thoughtfully.
"I'll make him quit, if you want," he offered.
"No, don't," she objected. "I'm all right. Really."
To prove it, she kissed him, snaking her tongue between his parted lips. His hands began to explore her nakedness, his ass fucking up slightly. Moaning, she squirmed, moving her own asscheeks.
"Yeah, baby," Boyd encouraged. "That's it. Help me get in your ass."
The blonde's meaty cock was torturing her shitter, but it didn't matter. She finally had Kyle's attention, had him acting like he wanted her. She could well imagine him asking her to come by again, to spend a couple of hours alone with him. That idea so appealed to her that she came, a tempting climax that could only mean she would have others, and they would be even better.
"Nnnhhh," she moaned, shuddering. Kyle broke the hot kiss and stared at her. "Did you cum again?"
"Only a little" she confessed. "Damn," he moaned. "What the hell will you do when we really start fucking?"
"We're about to find out," Boyd said. "Marvin, have her start sucking you. I think her asshole's able to take a good reaming now."
"Oooooh, it is," she sighed. "Come a little closer, Marvin. I need your cock in my mouth, and I mean all the way to your balls."
"Me, too, honey," the redhead muttered.
As Boyd started to fuck her shitter, she opened her mouth and licked and nibbled at Marvin's cockhead. Her asshole was throbbing, but it was less painful than before, which allowed her to concentrate on giving head to Marvin.
She could feel Kyle watching, so she strived to show him everything she could do with a prick. Her tongue laved the sturdy fuck-pole with long, tickling licks. She held his cock up and licked his balls, sucking them until the redhead groaned. Then she took his cock fully into her mouth until her nose was buried in his wiry hair.
Kyle wasn't saying anything, but his prick was jerking excitedly inside her pussy. He was enjoying the performance, probably imagining how her mouth would be on his own prick. Well, she would give him a firsthand feel of it later. Right now, she was getting too steamed up to want to do anything but fuck and suck.
Three cocks, she suddenly realized. She was taking on three cocks. She trembled, entranced by the idea. Three damned cocks, one of them a giant. It was almost too much to be believed.
But she had to believe it. One prick was pumping into her willing mouth. A second was thrust up her cunthole and lying nearly motionless, a log of flesh that had her pussylips spread to almost splitting. The third was pile driving into her shitter, making her asscheeks snap and wriggle, causing her tits to bounce wildly.
"Nnnnnnn!" she screamed around Marvin's cock.
Her climax prompted Kyle to begin fucking her. He caught hold of her jiggling tits and drove his cock repeatedly into her pussy. His deep fucking kept her orgasm alive, kept it bursting. Firecracker swift explosions made her squirm helplessly between the three men. Her cries were lost in her own throat, blocked by Marvin's knob. But the men knew what was happening, and they gave her encouragement.
"Cum, baby," Kyle muttered. "Don't quit now. Your cunt's squeezing my cock almost in half."
"Eat my cock!" Marvin groaned. "Suck me, bitch! I want to drain my balls in your sweet mouth!"
"Damn, your asshole's something else," Boyd commented huskily. "It's unreal how it pulls on my cock. Baby, you've got the best ass I've ever screwed."
"Hhhhnnnnn!" she shrieked, climaxing again.
Sweat began to appear on her face. Her body was steaming hot, made hotter by the pricks fucking her all over. She forgot to keep trying to please them and started pleasing herself, going after the three cocks with a hunger that was almost savage.
Swallowing Marvin's cockmeat, she thrust her ass back at Boyd as she clenched her cuntal muscles around Kyle's huge prick.
Her body moved with lustful grace, an inner fury of passion igniting her actions. Cockmeat. Up her asshole. In her pussy. Down her throat. She could feel it, taste it. Smell it.
Fucking with all her strength, she forced Boyd and Kyle to feed her fuck-holes every inch of prick they had to offer, while her mouth devoured Marvin's cock as though she would gulp it down to her stomach. She had to have a rampaging, tearing cum, or she would die.
The men fucked her harder, jarring her as their three cocks sank to the balls into her welcoming body. Faster and stronger their strokes became, answering her burning need. They fueled her growing fire, grunting with the effort, trying to ram her as much as she was demanding of them. A swirling tornado seemed to exist within her, spurring her on, driving her to reap all the pleasure she could from the scorching fuck.
She was wild, a demon possessing her. The fucking had her growling, torturing her body on the three invading cocks. There were six hands on her, exploring her silken curves, grabbing her quaking tits. She wished there were twelve. A hundred. And more hot cockmeat. Dammit, more of everything!
"Oh, shit, I can't take anymore of this!" Boyd growled.
"Yeah!" Marvin snarled. "Me, either!"
Their two pricks began to twitch, signaling their need to shoot. The girl pulled her mouth from Marvin's cock, holding the fat prick so he could shoot off and let all three men see his cum spurt onto her lips and tongue. As the first globs landed in her open mouth, Boyd began to cum. She ground her ass back against him, thrilling to the feel of his juice coating her shitter.
When Marvin quite shooting, she licked her lips clean, swallowing his cream. Then she licked the head of his prick, lewdly cleaning him until he backed away. Boyd withdrew, also, leaving her alone to fuck Kyle. Which was just fine with her, since he had a prick that a stallion would be proud of.
Bracing herself, she looked down at him and began moving. She increased the speed, the depth of the strokes, pounding herself up and down on hs big prick. Then she slowed, arching her back, thrusting her tits out temptingly. She was going to give him a fuck that he would never forget.
She played with his cockmeat, exciting herself as she worked her pussy along his fuck-pole. Flinging her red hair from her face, she rode him with a vengeance. The pressure built, expanded, radiating outward until the only thing she could do was cum.
"Eeeeeeeaahhhh!" she screamed, nearly fainting.
Her asscheeks undulated as she climaxed, her tits swaying, their pink nipples so stiff they ached. It was exactly what she had been needing, and she was ecstatic that she had gotten it.
Then she felt his cock lurch. Without a word to him, she yanked herself off his prick and moved to thrust his knob into her mouth. Moaning, she drank his juice, sucking his cockhead until she could get no more out of him.
"Stop, honey," he pleaded, groaning. "Don't, dammit. Let go of my cock."
She did, only to run her tongue along its shrinking bulk, licking her own cream from him. He squirmed, pushed at her, but she wasn't going to obey. Teasingly, she tongued his balls, lifting them in her hand. Some of Boyd's cum was on them, and she quickly lapped it up, adding to her own enjoyment, making herself turn on even more. She wanted Kyle to fuck her again, and she wouldn't quit mouthing him until he got a hard-on.
"I think she likes your cock," Boyd said with a chuckle.
"Likes, hell," Marvin scoffed. "She loves it. Ever had a girl take to an oversized cock like that before, Kyle?"
"No," he gaped. "Arlene, please. You've had enough fucking for now."
There was only one way to make him shut up, and she knew it. Scooting around, she straddled his head, lowering her cunt to his face. At first he tried to push her off of him, but when she licked down toward his asshole and ran her tongue over his taut anal ring, he surrendered.
She quivered when his tongue drove into her cunt, swirling around her sensitive clit. Whimpering, she licked more avidly at his asshole, going so far as to poke it with the tip of her tongue. If he thought she had had enough cock, she would soon set him straight.
When she pointed her tongue and stabbed it into his asshole, he jerked, his teeth scraping her cuntlips. Moaning at the added pleasure, she drove her tongue deeper, fucking at his shitter, causing the man to groan thickly.
"Damn, would you look at that?" Boyd muttered.
"Yeah," Marvin grunted. "I'm looking, all right. And if I keep looking, my cock's gonna get hard again."
"Mine, too," the blonde agreed. "But I'll bet she'll take care of us again, if we ask her real nice."
"I sure will," she paused to assure them. "Just let me know when you're ready."
"Get your tongue back in my ass, bitch," Kyle grumbled. "You started something, and you're gonna finish it."
"I know," she purred happily.
She stuck her tongue back into his asshole, trembling at the way his mouth was devouring her cunt. He had a style of cunt lapping that was absolutely beautiful. Evidently he was taken with her style, too, since he no longer seemed to want her to stop arousing him. So she settled down for a nice long session, quite willing to eat out his ass until his cock got stiff enough to fuck her.
Kyle was seemingly playing the same game with her, licking her pussy but only occasionally touching her clit. It was almost as though they were having some sort of contest, to see who could get the other one the hottest the soonest. And as the minutes went by, no clear cut winner could be detected. They were both getting turned on, and all four of them knew it.
"Sorry to interrupt you two," Marvin said, "but I'm ready to fuck now."
"Ohhh, good," she sighed. "And I have the perfect idea. Why don't you fuck my asshole, while Kyle keeps eating my cunt?" She looked over her shoulder, speaking toward Kyle even though she couldn't see him. "How about it, lover? Would you like to watch him fuck me in the ass, really close up?"
"Hell, yeah," Kyle agreed. "But let's move down, so he'll have room."
They worked down a bit, then Marvin got on the bed. He stuck his cock in her swampy cunt for a few strokes, while his fingers worked to stretch her ass ring. She whined and twisted, yet kept licking Kyle's asshole. It excited her just to think that the dark haired man would soon be watching her shitter getting fucked. That alone should give him the necessary incentive to want to fuck her pussy again.
As Marvin took his fingers from her shithole and slid his cockhead to her cringing ass, she paused, waiting to feel him boring into her. When the bulbous knob popped inside, she gasped, immediately beginning to snap her asscheeks around. Deeper and deeper his large prick went, making her writhe in agony.
Then she felt Kyle's tongue, nudging her clit, and she quaked spasmodically.
"Oh, yes," she pleaded. "Lick my clit. It makes me forget all about the pain."
Kyle continued to toy with her clit while her shitter. Then, he simply quit.
"Kyle!" she cried plaintively. "What are you doing?"
"I can't see very much from here," he told her. "I need to move. Don't worry, honey. I'll take care of that hot cunt."
He scooted out from under her hips, then she felt his lingers stroking her pussy-meat. It might not have been as good as a tickling tongue, but it wasn't bad, either. Contentedly, she went back to licking his asshole, enjoying the cock that now fucked her own shitter with potent lunges.
"Damn, that does look great," Kyle muttered. "Too bad my cock's so big, or I'd try it."
"Yeah, you'd kill her if you tried ass fucking her," Boyd agreed. "I want her ass when you finish, Marvin. Shit, isn't she ever gonna quit eating your asshole, Kyle?"
"I hope not," he sighed. "She can suck my ass as long as she wants."
She gently squeezed his balls in gratitude. That was what she had been hoping to hear, something that indicated he would want her to fuck him again, and not just one more time. He had a prick that she couldn't dream of leaving alone.
Marvin was punishing her shitter with his prick, fucking her as though trying to rip her asshole open. But with Kyle's fingers frigging her oozing cunt, it was beautiful. She fucked with the redhead, trying to hurry him on. Then she would let Boyd have her ass. And finally, Kyle would get her pussy.
"Dammit," Marvin snapped, growling. "First asshole I've ever fucked, and I can't hold back."
"The first one always does you that way," Boyd confided. "Although, this girl knows some tricks. It's like she's sucking you and fucking you, all at the same time."
Once Marvin's cock was through squirting, he pulled out and Boyd moved to take his place. He didn't bother to moisten his cock, as Arlene's asshole was dripping with the other man's cum. With one hard shove, he filled her shitter with his cockmeat, stinging her with his haste.
"Boyd!" she shrieked. "Damn you, be careful with my ass!"
"Sorry, baby," the blonde apologized. "I got too anxious. Are you okay?"
"I guess so," she whimpered. "Next time, please don't rush it."
"Next time?" he mused. "Kyle, are you gonna let me fuck her ass some other time?"
"It depends on a few things," Kyle muttered. "Go on and fuck her ass. I'm getting a hard-on, watching her get reamed."
She had been about to interrupt their conversation when she realized that the big cock was indeed expanding. Taking her mouth from Kyle's asshole, she began to lick and suck his balls, urging him to really get stiff. His fingers slid to her cunthole, probing up inside her in a silent promise of fucking to come. And she could hardly wait.
Boyd was giving her shitter a rough screwing, ramming her with an intensity that had her grunting with each stroke. She moved as she had with Marvin, meeting his thrusts, trying to hurry him along. Kyle's prick was almost at its full size, throbbing with the need to get in her cunt. Eagerly, she ran her tongue along the proud cock, sucking on the giant knob, urging him in every way she could to be ready for her pussy.
The man was reciprocating, frigging her pussy-meat as intensely as she was sucking his cockhead. His fingers poked and tickled, creating extreme pleasure without making an effort to bring her off.
"You gonna be much longer?" Kyle asked Boyd, his voice raspy. "I need to fuck her cunt bad."
"Just a couple more minutes," the blonde grunted.
To her relief, the blonde groaned, his rapid fire strokes ceasing. The fat cock jerked, spilling its juice into her snug shitter. After a few moments, he pulled out.
They got untangled and she positioned herself to accept his heavy duty prick. She felt someone wiping the leaking jizz from her asshole and she gasped in shock.
"Take it easy, baby," Kyle soothed. "I just want to make sure that any cream that gets on me is from your pussy. I'm gonna find out how much I can make you juice, and I have a feeling it might be a lot."
Once he was satisfied that there wouldn't be anymore spunk oozing from her asshole, he knelt behind her and placed his cock knob at her cunthole. Grabbing onto her hips, he gave a mighty shove, burying his monstrous prick in her pussy-hole with one stroke.
Stunned by the wonderfully brutal entry, the girl froze, her mouth hanging open. She shivered, arching her back, and then she came.
"Aaaiiieeeeee!" she wailed in rapture. "Fuck me, lover! Pound the hell out of my cunt!"
He drew back, then lunged. Again she climaxed, screaming in ecstasy. He pulled back, then slammed wildly forward. She collapsed, shrieking, the man holding her ass high for his burrowing prick.
Out. In. Scream. The pattern was repeated so often that she lost count. Her voice became hoarse, she was yelling so much. Her cunt was on fire, even though she was juicing enough to douse any flame. Somehow, the man was making her cum each time he forced his cock all the way inside her. It felt like he was hitting some fantastic place at the end of her cuntal sheath, and when he bumped it, she couldn't do anything but climax.
Her screams eventually changed to squeals, then to guttural moans. Her head was spinning, she was getting so fucked out. Although she was wearing down from the way Kyle was bulldozing his giant cock into her pussy-hole, the man seemed to not be tiring at all. If anything, he was more powerful now than before, more sure of his ability.
"No more," she groaned, grimacing. "Oh, please, Kyle. Stop. I can't take it."
"You're gonna take it," he grumbled. "I'm not leaving your cunt alone until it's full of my juice."
"But I can't, stop, cumming!" she cried weakly.
"Good," he told her. "That's what I want you to do. I want you to know what my cock can do for you so you'll want to fuck me again."
"I will!" she wailed. "But, please, I've had enough! I'm, gonna, pass out if you, don't quit!"
"Fine," he snarled. "I'm still gonna fuck you until I've shot off. So just be quiet and take my prick."
Hiding her face in her hands, she began to cry. It was too exquisite and too agonizing to be fucked like that. Kyle was staking claim to her in some strange way, showing her and his friends that he could make her do whatever he wanted. And with a cock like he had, he could make her do just about anything.
The orgasm continued, one long, exploding climax that kept her quaking. She grabbed at the covers, clawing the sheets as she alternately sobbed and cried out. If she could have done it, she would have fucked the man lustfully, made him cum. But she couldn't. She had already fucked too much. She had to simply stay there, the man holding her hips at the best angle for his penetrating cock, and let him fuck her half to death.
"Kyle, you're killing her," Marvin complained.
"No, I'm not," he grunted. "Can't you smell her pussy? Or hear the wet sucking noises? She's tired, yeah. And maybe she will pass out. But I'm fucking her until I decide to pull out."
Neither of the onlookers said anything else, and the girl was too weak to protest. Again and again Kyle rammed her cunt. Again and again she came. Her hair was stuck to her face and neck, she was sweating so. Yet the man gave no indication that he was anywhere near being through with her.
She found herself going in and out of consciousness, reality blinking on and off. Each time she became aware that she was still getting fucked, she found that she was still cumming, and then things would go dark again. She was sure he was fucking her for days; it couldn't have been any less time than that.
"Wake up, honey," Kyle said loudly, rousing her one more time. "I'm ready to shoot. I want you to feel it, bitch. Really feel it."
And she did. The large globs of spunk struck her cuntal walls, dazing her, making her climax strongly. Squealing in ecstasy, the exhausted girl passed out completely.
CHAPTER NINE
When she finally woke up, dusk was near. The sunlight was fading, soon to be gone.
"You were out for almost four hours," Kyle said from close by. "It's no wonder, if you had as busy a day yesterday, and morning today, as I assume you did."
Arlene turned to look at him. He was sitting in a chair, wearing only a pair of jeans. As worn out as she was, her cunt tingled at the sight of him.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Your orders," he replied. "One from Tony, one from Chris and Ross. Did you fuck them?"
"So what if I did?" she retorted, blushing.
He shook his head. "No. Don't get upset. Just answer me. Did you go to bed with them?"
Sighing, she admitted, "Yes."
"I see."
He got out of the chair, turned on a small lamp, then sat next to her on the bed. Pulling her up, he stared into her troubled green eyes.
"You like to fuck, don't you?" he asked at last.
"Unfortunately, yes," she agreed. "Why unfortunately?" he wanted to know. She looked away. "Jason," she muttered. "My husband. It isn't right."
"Oh? Are you neglecting him?"
"No," she said carefully. "In fact, he's gone right now. He left yesterday morning, and won't be back until tomorrow."
"Then, one of your three lovers broke in your asshole last night."
"Tony," she whispered. "I spent the night with him." She dared to meet his steel gray eyes. "And I loved it."
He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. For a moment, she couldn't read his expression. Then he smiled gently.
"I can live with that," he murmured. "Only, I don't want you taking on any more guys, or you won't have time for me."
Her temper surfaced. "I didn't plan to fuck any of you!" she cried, "It just happened! I, I lost control of myself!"
"Shhh," he said, putting his fingers to her lips. "I understand. Let me finish. My friends and I own a total of seventeen motels across the state. We're merging, for the benefit of all concerned. We were trying to decide on a central theme, something to lock the motels together in people's minds. While you were resting, we decided that we're going to rename our motels, each to be a Paradise Inn. And we're going to let you sell us soap to put in the rooms."
When he took his hand away, she couldn't speak. Gaping at him, she tried to imagine if she had heard him right. Supply seventeen motels with soap? She wouldn't heed to go door to door again.
"Arelene?" he asked, grinning. "Are you really that surprised?"
"I'm, I'm stunned!" she breathed. "Kyle, are you sure? I mean, you don't have to do that. I'd fuck you regardless of whether or not, "
"I know," he interrupted. "But I feel that I'm getting a bargain. A tax write off and a sexy lover. Who will have more time for me, since she won't need to take on anymore male customers."
"Um, what about Tony and the other two?" she asked hesitantly. "I did promise I'd see them again. And, um, I want to."
"Then do it," Kyle encouraged. "I know you won't stop coming to me, babe. Not the way you like my cock and what it can do for you."
His hands were caressing her luscious tits, sending a warm glow throughout her eager body. Dammit, she was turning on, her cunt itching like it hadn't been fucked in weeks.
Timidly she reached for his crotch. Her fingers grazed his cock lightly, and it throbbed at her touch. With a moan, Kyle drew her to him, kissing her with undisguised desire. He laid her down, pressing himself on top of her, their tongues meeting in a sensuous tangle.
She managed to unzip his jeans and began pushing them down, giving his huge prick freedom in which to seek out her pussy. Kyle growled, turning to yank the jeans all the way off, throwing them across the room. Then, with a passionate gleam in his eyes, he resumed the feverish kiss.
His legs pushed at hers, opening a pathway to her trembling pussy. His cockhead bored toward her cuntlips, seeking her hot fuck-hole with unerring precision. The giant knob parted the wet folds, entering her straining body, sinking deeper into her enveloping cunt as though it belonged there.
With their mouths still pressed together, they began to fuck. The girl moved under him, longing in everything she did. He was right; she did crave his big cock. With his monstrous prick impaling her so well, she knew she would have tried to do anything he asked.
She came, moaning into her lover's mouth, enjoying the sweetness of her orgasm. The man kept pumping his cock in and out of her fuck-hole, his tongue licking her mouth as though to savor her cry. Writhing desperately, she drew her legs up, doing all she could to force his cockhead farther up her pussy-hole.
Without warning, her lover quit fucking her. Smiling evilly, he gazed down at her blinking eyes.
"Stay all night with me, honey," he said in a demanding manner. "I would, but Jason's due back tomorrow."
"What time?"
"Oh, early, I guess," she answered. "It's always before noon."
"Before noon," he repeated. "Don't you find that odd?"
She frowned in confusion. "Should I?"
"Does he fuck you as soon as he gets home?"
The question made her gasp. "Kyle, really!"
"Does he, baby?" the man insisted.
"Well, usually, he's tired."
"Uh huh." His chuckle was one of cold humor. "With a hot bitch like you ready to screw his balls off, how the hell could he not want to throw you down and fuck you?"
"Oh, Kyle," she groaned sadly. "You can't mean he, he's been, "
"Fucking around," he finished for her. "Why not? He gives you cock pretty regularly, doesn't he? Just about whenever you ask for it?"
"Yes," she replied softly. "But, why would he fuck anyone else, if I was giving him all the cunt he could handle?"
"I don't know," her lover said. "Maybe you should ask him, the next time he says he's too tired."
Her face was fiery red. "I couldn't!"
"Well, it's your decision," he sighed. "About tonight. We could set the clock, have you back home by breakfast." His expression grew bold. "I really want you to stay, Arlene. Think of it. A whole night, my cock in your pussy, just like it is now. Or maybe a sixty nine session, with you licking my ass again while I give your cunt a tonguing like you've never had."
"Okay," she groaned, surrendering. "But I will" have to leave early."
"Don't worry," he murmured. "I'll take care of everything you need."
To prove it, he began fucking her once more. His potent prick was as pleasing as before, causing her contented pussy to juice all over him. A whole night, alone with a gorgeous stud. The idea positively made her sizzle.
"Eeeeaahh!" she screamed suddenly, dimming delightfully.
"Yeah, baby," he coached. "Cum. Keep cumming. All damned night long."
As he had done the previous times he had fucked her, the lustful man proved what a stud he could be. Her pussy began to ache from the pounding it was taking. She could feel the bed getting wet from her creaming slit. And he just kept on fucking.
The feel of his giant prick ramming her creaming pussy was unimaginable. It fed her desires, gave her reason to want more. The cries she uttered seemed to fill the room, shoot through her, and she kept screaming. She kissed him, fucked him, stroked his strong body with her hands. And still he fucked her, locking her to him in the most secure way possible.
Only after she groaned and let her body go limp did her lover proceed to fill her cunt with his spunk. That sparked another wrenching climax, yet she was almost too worn out to care.
"What a fuck!" he muttered. "Baby, you're great!"
Smiling tiredly, she mumbled, "So are you. Can we take a nap now?"
"You nap," he grunted. "I'm gonna just lie next to you and look at you."
Nodding, she closed her eyes. But when he got off of her and stretched out, it wasn't long before his fingers were sliding over her tits, arousing her nipples. She lay quietly, hoping he would think she was asleep and would soon leave her alone. But then his mouth accosted her tits, licking the milk white globes, sucking gently on her nipples.
"Oh, God, Kyle," she groaned. "Not now. I'm tired."
"Hush," he growled. "I'm not gonna fuck you. I'm just having a good time."
Sighing, she decided to let him do what he wanted. He wouldn't listen, anyway. She knew that much about him already. So she lay there and offered him no encouragement whatsoever.
He didn't need any. His lust was providing all the incentive necessary. Ravenously, he mouthed her lovely tits, squeezing and pulling on them, at times becoming almost harsh.
Before she realized what he was up to, his hand had slid down to her cunt, his fingers gliding onto her sloppy pussy-meat. As she started to protest, his mouth silenced her, his tongue effectively putting an end to her complaint.
With his lips covering hers, he frigged her cunt, deliberately trying to turn her on. She wriggled, wanting to scoot out of his reach, but he wouldn't let her. He put his free arm around her and held her to him, showing her that he would only release her once he tired of playing with her.
The way he tickled her cunt wasn't any way to play games. In fact, it was as though her lover was actually trying to bring her off. Startled by that thought, she broke the hot kiss.
"You don't mean to make me cum, do you?" she asked him pitifully.
"That's right," he told her. "I think you're still a little horny."
"No, I'm not," she protested. "I'm really exhausted."
"We'll see," he muttered.
'Kyle, please ! "
His mouth had a way of silencing her that was too endearing to be awful. She accepted his kiss, and returned it with a mounting vigor. Her hips began to rotate, her asscheeks responding to her growing desire. Once Kyle felt her passion, he drew back, his fingers digging deeper into her cunt-meat.
"Cum, baby," he encouraged. "Look at me and cum. I want to see you when you get off, see your pretty face while you juice."
The request embarrassed her, but his squirming fingers made it easier to comply with his wishes. And he was so handsome, so arousing just to gaze upon.
Her ass was moving as though she were fucking him. Licking her lips, her breathing becoming more rapid, she memorized every part of his face. Especially his eyes, those steel gray eyes that could pierce into her so very well.
"Do it," he urged, leaning closer. "Cum. You want to, baby. I can tell. So cut loose and do it."
"Ah, ah, eeaaahhhh! Yes!" she screamed, lurching.
He kept frigging her, staring into her eyes as she spasmed in rapture. Then, once she calmed, he kissed her so tenderly that he made her horny all over again.
But he wasn't ready to fuck. Instead, he cuddled her to his chest, burying his face in her hair.
"Now you can take a nap," he muttered.
"Kyle?" she asked. "Why did you do that? Bring me off and make me look at you, I mean."
"Because I wanted to," he replied simply. "Go to sleep. You'll need it."
But there something else was bothering her. Recalling what Boyd had asked of Kyle earlier, she found she wouldn't be able to sleep until she knew what was going on.
"Why did Boyd ask you if you would let him fuck my ass again?" she whispered.
He grunted, hugging her. "That's easy enough to answer, honey. He could see how much I wanted you. And how you wanted me. So he figured I wouldn't like it if he didn't check with me first."
"Oh." She nuzzled closer. "Um, are you going to let him ass fuck me again? And Marvin?"
"Do you want them to?"
"Well, it is fun, being with more than one man," she hedged softly. "Although, it's fun with just one, too."
His quiet laugh tickled her ear. "Maybe I'll invite them to join us once in a while," he teased. "When you get too hot for me to handle alone."
"That won't be often," she told him. "You're right," he agreed sexily. "It won't."
Sighing, she settled down at last, wondering what special treats Kyle had in mind for their long night together. Whatever they would be, she knew she would love them.
CHAPTER TEN
Something wet and cool was moving against her cuntlips. The smell of Tahitian Cove was heavy in the air. Forcing her eyes open, she saw Kyle washing her pussy with a towelette.
"We're gonna sixty nine," he said huskily. "I'm getting you ready for it."
Arlene watched him take a washcloth and wipe her cunt-meat, and the way he was doing it sent chills down her spine.
"You're getting me turned on, and you know it," the girl accused, smiling. "Why not put the rag down and do something about it? But let me on top. I can suck you better that way."
"Sure, honey," he agreed. "Come on. Let's suck."
When he lay down, she was over him in moments. As he pulled her asscheeks down to get her pussy close, she took his giant fuck-pole in her hand and put her lips around the fat head.
Time ceased to exist as her hazy brain dimly recorded what happened after that. She could remember later that she had tried to swallow his cock and kept gagging, and that he had liked her asshole as well as her cunt. She came and came, and sucked him off, though she had to use her hands to help make him cum. Then he laid her on her back and kept after her pussy with his voracious mouth and fingers while she alternately dozed and cried out in ecstasy.
At dawn, he fucked her, growling and ramming her mercilessly. As if not having been fucked in a long while, the girl responded to him, still enraptured by his expertise and the size of his prick. When he shot off, she climaxed, hugging him to her as tears streamed down her cheeks. The night was over; now she would have to go home.
"Hey, nobody's making you leave," Kyle murmured, somehow knowing the dilemma she was facing. "If you want to stay, I wouldn't mind."
"I know." She wiped at her eyes. "I just had too good of a time with you, that's all."
"I'm glad. Now you'll come back."
They got up and went into the bathroom.
"You could always say you were out selling," the man suggested. "He wouldn't know."
"Kyle, don't pressure me," she pleaded. "I said I'll be back."
"Tomorrow?" he asked quietly.
"That sounds good," she agreed as softly. "Tomorrow. Any particular time?"
"Early. As soon as Jason leaves for work."
"All right."
They cleaned up silently, each glancing at the other, making mental notes of each other's naked body. It was unfair that she had to divide up her time between the men. Why couldn't women be allowed to have male harems? With Jason and her four lovers all under one roof, she could really get her fill of cockmeat, in twos, threes, and, of course, one on one.
They went back to the bedroom and dressed. Arlene was torn between rushing to leave and taking her time. Then she looked at the clock next to the bed and frowned. Almost eight. She had to get home and get a couple of things ready for her husband.
Arms around each other, he walked her downstairs. Her samples' case was shut, her purse on top of it. As she gathered up her things, he stopped her.
"We made out our order and put it with the others," he said. "Shouldn't you look at it?"
"Why?" she asked. "You didn't write anything nasty on it, did you?"
"Just my name and other necessary information," he replied. "And how many bars we want. But, ah, the amount may surprise you."
"I'll live with it," she murmured. "Whether it's one bar or a thousand. Okay?"
"Okay," he mused. "But I'll give you a hint. It's big. Like my cock."
"It can't be," she retorted, grinning. "There's not enough room on the order blank for that many zeroes."
He grinned, too. "How does twelve hundred grab you?"
The number made her blink. "God, Kyle," she muttered. "I don't know if I can haul that much by myself."
"So have your husband load it for you," he suggested. "And I want it delivered here. I don't need to tell you why."
"No," she whispered. "You don't."
He walked her to the front door, his hand resting suggestively on her ass. She knew what he was trying to do, and he was almost succeeding. The only thing keeping her from throwing herself into his arms was Jason. She had an obligation to him. And, probably, to herself.
"Tomorrow, Kyle," she murmured, kissing him briefly. "I promise."
Then she went out, hurrying to her car before she could change her mind.
On her trip home, she tried to put her recent wanton behavior into perspective. After what had happened when she met Kyle, she really couldn't put the entire blame on the Tahitian Cove scent. She had been losing control before he opened the cologne sample, even before she opened her samples' case.
When she got home, she already had a plan in mind to surprise Jason. And to get him hot, if he wasn't too fucked-up to get a hard-on. If he was, he would have some explaining to do.
Once she had eaten, she took a warm bubble bath, using plenty of the Tahitian Cove. The aroma was so strong it was almost stifling. She washed every lovely inch of her creamy white skin, paying special attention to her cunt and asshole. Her goal was to be so well saturated with the scent that Jason would get horny just smelling of her.
Of course, there was more to her idea than that. After her bath, she dug through her lingerie drawer, looking for that sexy lace bra and panties set that she had never dared to wear before. Jason had bought the set for her, but he hadn't been able to convince her to wear it. Today, it was going to be a different story.
Once she found the bits of lime green material, she hastily put them on. The brief outfit felt like a second skin, clinging to her as though caressing her. Since the set felt so erotic, she wondered if it looked appealing. Almost afraid to see herself, she turned toward the full length mirror on the closet door.
The mirror showed her a startling, gorgeous image, one she couldn't believe was of herself. The bra and panties accented her pale skin nicely, showing off her trim figure better than any bikini ever had.
She reached up and touched her nipples. As there were holes in the bra, the pink nubs poked through, asking to be stroked. There was a slit in the panties, as well, allowing access to her pussy without having to take them off. Yes, Jason was going to be very surprised. Pleasantly so.
She got out two samples of cologne, and used both on her pulse points. Once she was satisfied with the strength of her scent, she crawled into bed. Lying on her back, she put her hands under her head and waited.
Only a few minutes passed before she heard Jason's car drive up. Grinning, she spread her legs and began to slowly frig her cunt. With her other hand, she reached under her asscheeks and found her asshole. She had one finger up her shitter before Jason entered the house, two by the time she heard him walk into the bedroom.
She had her eyes closed and was moaning softly. Her ass was turned toward her husband, so he could get a good look at her stroking fingers. She had trouble keeping a straight face, yet she managed not to give any indication that she knew he was there.
Writhing, she licked her lips, shoving a third finger up her asshole. Jason was being very quiet, making the slightest rustling noises. What the hell was he doing? He should be saying something by now, at least letting her know he was there.
But maybe the show she was putting on for him was too much. Carefully, she opened her eyes to see what effect she was having on him.
"Hi," he said with a grin. "You want this?"
She gasped, then giggled. Jason was naked, his cock so stiff it looked bigger than ever.
"Maybe," she purred. "Where will you put it?"
"I'm not sure." His brown eyes glowed. "How would you like it up your ass?"
Again she was startled. Although she had been hoping to lead him into asking to fuck her ass, she was surprised that he would jump at the chance to suggest it.
"In my ass?" she questioned meekly.
"You should be stretched enough," he commented. "Well? Pussy or ass? Which will it be?"
"Um, I don't know," she mused thoughtfully. "Come a little closer while I take a minute to decide."
When he stepped to the edge of the bed, she sat up and took his cock into her mouth. She felt him tremble, then his hands were pulling her more tightly to his crotch. God, his prick was so fat.
"Oh, shit, honey," he groaned. "Where the hell did you learn to do that?"
Moving back, she said, "I just missed you, lover. Why don't you he down and let me lick you some more?"
"Later," he muttered. "I want to fuck your ass, sweetheart. How about it?? '
"Oh," she grunted. "Uh, I don't know, Jason. Your cock looks too big."
"No, it's not," he argued. "Come on. Get on your hands and knees. I'll go easy on you."
"But, honey, what if I won't like it?" she protested as a girl with a supposed cherry asshole should do.
"You liked your fingers up there, didn't you? Well, you'll like my cock better."
Eying his prick suspiciously, she got into position. Her husband wasted no time in getting on the bed behind her. Once he rolled her panties down, he peeled her asscheeks apart.
"Jason, please don't hurt me," she begged.
"Don't worry, baby," he soothed. "I'll wet down my cock in your cunt juice, then I'll ram your ass."
"Jason!" she cried.
"Sorry, honey," he muttered. "I meant, I'll put it in your ass."
She tingled sweetly as he sank his prick into her sopping pussy. His prick did feel bulkier, though not nearly as large as Kyle's. When he removed his cockmeat from her slit and pressed the knob solidly against her taut ass ring, she squealed.
"Lover, be careful!" she cried as she knew she should. "Don't tense up," he warned. "It'll be all right."
With a quick shove, he drove his cockhead past her straining ass ring. This time, her shriek of fear was real.
"Oh, God, Jason!" she screamed. "You're too big! You're gonna tear me!"
"No, I'm not," he mumbled. "Damn, you're so tight. I never had, I always wanted to fuck your pretty ass. With those panties on, you're irresistible."
His slip of the tongue let her know that Kyle had been right. And it made her realize that if she wanted her husband to give his cock to her instead of some other girl, she would have to let him fuck her ass not only this time, but also in the future.
"O okay," she whimpered. "It's, better now. I, think I can take a little more."
"You'll take it all before we're through," her husband warned. "Relax your asshole, baby. It'll make it easier for both of us."
Moaning, she hung her head. Her asshole was as relaxed as she could get it. It was his prick that was too damned fat for her shitter. Couldn't he tell?
It was evident that he couldn't. He was relentlessly working his huge fuck-pole up her ass, pausing each time she shrieked. The girl was in pain, but wouldn't ask her husband to stop. Because once the pain subsided, the pleasure would be exquisite.
"Only a little more to go," he grunted. "There. How's that?"
"Oh, Jason," she groaned. "It's too much. I don't know if I want to be ass fucked."
"Sure, you do," he coaxed huskily. "You knew I was watching, didn't you? Admit it, Arlene. You had it all planned."
"How did you know?" she stammered, amazed at his perception.
"I'm your husband," he murmured. "I know how you act when you want my cock. And seeing you finger fucking your asshole like you were, let me know where you wanted it. So, baby, I'm giving it to you."
He began to screw her tortured asshole, slowly for a few aching strokes, then faster. She twisted madly, working her ass, trying to force her shitter to open up to his fat prick. The pain slackened off gradually, until there remained only the throbbing ache of being too well stretched.
That special heated flow began to spread within her, signaling to her that she was turning on and her pussy needed attention. Despite the fact that Jason's cockmeat was so large in her shitter, stinging her with each stroke, she was getting hot.
"Frig my cunt," she mewled, shuddering. "Help me cum while you're fucking my ass."
"Sure, honey," he agreed, his voice thick with need. "I'll do anything to make you feel as good about this as I do."
As soon as his fingers touched her clit, she began to climax. Wailing, she writhed in ecstasy, trying to rub her cunt-meat more fully against her husband's hand.
"Hey, you do like it," Jason commented. "Great. I'll want to fuck your ass again, baby. So you'd better learn to like the feel of it."
"Oh, lover," she gasped, quaking without pause. "I won't mind. Not if you'll finger my pussy, too."
"Won't mind," he scoffed. "The way you're acting, I'd say you love it. Don't you, sweetheart?"
"Yes!" she cried, cumming once more. "Keep fucking my ass! It's wonderful!"
He chuckled only for a moment, then began to really give her asshole a reaming. His prick was merciless, ramming her shitter almost angrily. But his caressing, probing fingers on her slit told another story, one of passion unleashed and desire finally met. He was enjoying the lewd act, and showing her how much in every way he could.
Her body was responding in kind. Cream flowed from her cunt, slicking his fingers with pungent liquid. Her asshole clenched and milked his impaling prick, increasing her own pleasure.
Fucking back at him, the girl trembled with need. Her orgasms were sharp and piercing, cutting into her soul, making her hungry for the next ones. The cries she gave were as much from getting what she wanted as a craving for more. She was straining to get everything she could from the lustful fuck before Jason shot off. She was afraid that if she didn't work to get herself satiated, her husband would shoot off and leave her still horny.
"Calm down, honey," he urged. "Damn, I've never seen you like this."
"Gotta cum!" she screeched. "I don't want to miss anything!"
"You won't," he promised, grunting. "I could fuck your sweet ass for an hour."
Over and over, her husband shoved his cockmeat up her ass. Over and over, she came. She could hear Jason's fingers sliding around in her gushing pussy. She could hear his labored breathing as he sought to satisfy himself in her shitter. Most of all, she could feel. His tickling fingers. His plunging cock. The strain in her asshole. The electric tingles in her clit.
"Eeeeeaahhh!" she shrieked. "Ohhhh, more! Fuck my asshole more! God, lover, don't cum yet!"
"I won't," Jason muttered. "I'm gonna really fuck your ass, honey. So you just go ahead and cum all you want."
This couldn't be Jason, she thought with what conscious effort she could muster. But what the hell. He was doing wonderful things to her with his cock and fingers. She could figure out who this imposter was once she had gotten her fill of him.
Her tits were shaking with the force of his thrusts and her own rampant movement. She could see the pink nipples, standing firm, as she looked down between her tits to watch him ass fuck her. His hairy thighs flexed powerfully on each inward lunge. His large hand all but hid her creaming cunt. Watching what he was doing to her had her climaxing again, her back arching as she bucked in delight.
Her arms could hold her up no longer. Weakly, she sank down to rest on her elbows, hissing as the different angle let the man's cock plunge even deeper into her shitter. She continued to look back at him, still getting turned on by the added thrill of watching her body being tantalizingly attacked.
She was still cumming, still so hot she swore she could hear herself sizzling. All she had to do to keep climaxing was he there and let Jason fuck her and frig her.
Her slimy juice ran down her thighs. She could see the wet trails the drops made. She watched with great interest as Jason's hand worked in her cunt, stroking her pussylips, teasing her clit. She wished she could see him fucking her ass, too. Anything that felt so wonderful shouldn't be hidden from her eyes. The thought of seeing him ram her asshole put her over the edge once more.
And still he kept fucking her. Again and again he filled her shitter with cockmeat. Rocking the bed with his pile driving strokes, he seemed almost to be a live machine.
She gasped, then shrieked, "Aaaiiieeee!"
"Yeah, baby," he encouraged. "Cum. Shit, you should feel your asshole work when you get off. It does things to my cock that your pussy can't."
"Fuck me," she panted. "Fuck me."
"I am, honey," he told her. "But maybe not for too much longer. I think you did it, that time."
In moments, his cock expelled its jizz into her abused asshole. He frigged her harder, making her cum with him. Her cries blended with his mumbled grunts. Both of them twisted in blissful release. Then, she sank down flat on the bed, and he all but fell on top of her, his cock still in her ass.
"Oh, baby," he muttered. "Tell me you enjoyed it. I've gotta know."
"It was beautiful!" she gasped. "I want you to fuck my ass again! Whenever you want! Better mine than someone else's!"
He got off of her, his limp cock slipping from her aching shitter with no effort at all. When he stretched out beside her, he took her in his arms.
"You, uh, caught that, huh?" he asked cautiously. "I didn't mean to fuck around, honey. But I was afraid you wouldn't go for being ass fucked. You're so delicate."
"I took your cock all right, didn't I?" she countered, smiling gently to reassure him. "That proves I'm not as delicate as you thought."
"Yeah," he said. "What got you so hot you decided to try a cock up your ass, baby?"
"That Tahitian Cove scent," she lied. "You know, I was wrong about men not wanting to buy the products. Why, they like it as much as the women do. And I had one sale for the soap to a man who owns several motels. Can you believe he wants to put it in the rooms?"
"Sure, I can," her husband countered, laughing. "Only, he'll have to keep replacing the bars. They'll be disappearing faster than the towels." He became quiet, somewhat pensive. "Arlene? Do the men tell you why they want the products you're selling? I mean, they aren't making passes, are they?"
"Oh, Jason," she scolded lightly, blushing at his remark. "Of course not. They simply liked the things so well, they wanted to buy some for their lovers."
As she gave her husband a sexy, tongue fucking kiss, she smiled to herself. Yes, she was sure she was right about why the men, even Kyle, had bought the Tahitian Cove products, and it was for exactly the reason she had given Jason. They wanted their lover to smell wonderful. And to prevent the redheaded salesperson's husband from finding out what would keep them coming back for more.
