While fictional in nature, this book has, besides entertainment, the purpose of acquainting the reader with manners of sexual activity at times practiced within contemporary society.
--The Editor
FOREWORD
Today, more than ever before married women and men are experimenting sexually. They are eager to discover new ways to stimulate and satisfy each other. For they recognize that the act of sexual intercourse had the ability to bring them together or pull them apart.
It is also understandable that no two human beings are going to be aroused by the same things sexually. Therefore, a great degree of "tolerance" and "understanding" is necessary for that is the only way there will ever be-the blend of mind and body that makes the act of sexual intercourse a pleasure and delight for both parties.
The traditional training concerning sex has prove a handicap to happiness for many couples. Sex. to some warped minds, equates with "sin". Others rate sex as a "dirty act"-something that cannot be discussed by "decent people in polite society." No wonder so much "bar talk" is "dirty talk." The reason is very easy to understand. Men think of sex as something to joke about, or use a vocabulary consisting primarily of four letter words. That this sort of thinking is running counter to a true understanding of sexual needs, urges and desires is finally being brought to light. Sex clinics deal in the mental anguish that traditional sex thinking has created. If a woman feels she would like her husband to perform a certain sex act in a certain manner on her body, she is encouraged to reveal her innermost lustful cravings. The same is required of the man. For unless both marriage partners feel free to discuss what they desire-they will never achieve the sexual satisfaction they desire.
Our book revolves around a man who felt free to ask other women than his wife to perform a variety of sexual acts with him. Finally, he broke through the barrier and told his wife what he'd like most of all to perform. This man liked the sexual act of anal intercourse-and his wife's body appealed to him in this way. However, when he suggested it-at first- she was furious. She called him a series of bad names, but eventually she lost her sex hang-ups and found out-she enjoyed it. Then, she felt free to tell him what she'd like to do most of all-and their marriage was salvaged through free sexual expression, and maintaining an open minded attitude toward sex.
--The Publisher
Chapter 1
Melinda had been putting Steve off for too long. Now he was ravenous to have sex with her.
When Saturday night rolled around and Melinda insisted on staying up late to watch the late-night TV show, Steve did not object. However, when she finally decided to go to bed and said she was sleepy, he glared at her.
"You're not so sleepy that you can't fuck," he told her.
"You're coming on too strong, Stevie boy," she smiled at him.
Steve, who had been sitting there in his pajamas, finally indicated to her just how strong it was. He pulled out his rock-hard cock and exposed himself to her view.
"I've got nine inches of hard cock meat here, honey," he told her, "and somebody needs to take care of it. You're my wife, Melinda. You forget that."
"How can I forget that monster pecker of yours?" Melinda snapped indignantly. "You wanted me to suck it off last week. Now what do you want to do? Am I supposed to suck your balls?"
Steve was getting hotter and hotter.
"You look nice when you're angry," he told her. "As a matter of fact, it makes me want to fuck you all the more."
That did it. She was really angry at him. It seemed as if he could not keep his hands off her. He reached for her ass cheeks.
"Now don't try that," she warned him. "You're never gonna stick your dirty old dick up my asshole."
Now he was ravenous for her. He overtook her as she ran for the bed.
"I'm gonna mount your ass, baby," Steve informed her.
With one hand he held his wife. With the other he guided himself into her behind.
"Stop it," she protested as she threshed her arms and legs about. "You demon. You're not gonna fuck my butt. You're not going to."
Steve paid no attention to her. He knew what he intended to do. Stabbing his thick cock between her ass cheeks he rammed it up her butt.
"Come on, baby," he told her, "you're gonna fuck real smooth."
He was ramming into her now with deep, hard strokes.
"Fuck it for me," he told her. "Wiggle your ass on my pecker. That's how you do it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
With deep, ramming cock stabs he continued jabbing it up her asshole. It was painful as it passed her tight anal ring. Once her ass muscles had stretched to accommodate Steve's cock, it didn't feel so bad. She almost enjoyed the unusual sensation of his thick prick plunging up her tight anal channel while his hairy big balls bounced on her buttocks.
Steve was delighted that he had managed to stick it into her. He only hoped she would cooperate by wiggling her ass for him. He remembered when he was in Vietnam and how the chicks fucked there.
"Fuck it," he panted as he thrust forward, "fuck, baby, fuck."
Steve bent over. He reached for his wife's bosoms. He played with her nipples as he went on fucking.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Fuck.",
She was enjoying it now. And so was he. However, he knew that if she twisted her ass at this tempo much longer he would be cuming. He wanted to wait.
"Fuck," he told her. "Fuck."
She continued swinging her buttocks. He loved the feel of her hot, tight asshole as he stabbed her viciously.
"Higher, honey," he told her. "I'm gonna drive it deeper."
At this point his penis plunged in as far as it would go. He couldn't hold back any longer. His hot, white cum shot up her rectum.
"Now you're fucking," he told her excitedly. "Come on, baby, keep your ass moving. Maybe I can get it to go off again."
He went on jabbing it into her. He reached for her breasts. He pinched the nipples. Then he fucked furiously. It was easy now to jab his thick prick up her ass, for it was well lubricated with his own cum juice.
"Oh, I can't stand it," he panted as he thrust. "Baby, you're beautiful. Puck it off. Fuck, baby, fuck."
His hot, white juice exploded in her asshole.
He eased his penis out of her rectum. Some of his cum dripped on her bare bottom. As he rolled over she glared at him.
"You didn't have to come at me like that. You ought to be made to eat my pussy."
"Only if you let me put some honey on it," he smiled.
She went to the kitchen and got the honey. She came back and let him insert the plastic tip of the honey container into her box. He squeezed it.
"That feels funny," she giggled.
She was eager now to see if young Steve would satisfy her lusts. She straddled his face and pushed her muff to his mouth. His hands reached out to clasp her ass cheeks.
"Eat my pussy," she begged. "Go ahead, tiger, suck my snatch."
His hot tongue swung into her.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her, "I'll eat your pussy. You bet I will."
She was so excited now she was shaking.
"Fuck," he told her.
As his tongue plunged into her pussy she pushed forward. She was cooperating. His hands clasped her ass cheeks. He squeezed her buttocks as he went on furiously slamming into her.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Twist your ass. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Fuck it. Fuck, baby; fuck."
With deep, penetrating cock stabs he went on assaulting her behind. She had never known anything quite like it.
"Oh, wow," he told her, "now you're doing it. Come on, baby, fuck it."
All of the sudden she was cuming.
"Eat me," she panted passionately.
His hot tongue went on swinging inside of her. He liked licking her juices.
"Ohhh," she groaned in delight, "now you're sucking. Lick it. Lick it."
The delicious aroma of her crotch as well as the hot taste of her pussy propelled his tongue into wild action. He fingered her asshole as he finished eating her pussy.
Withdrawing his tongue from her pussy, he looked at her like a small child.
"You know, baby," he told her, "you really turn me on."
She smiled. She was delighted she could get him so aroused.
"You know I've always liked you," she whispered. "Even if you are a sex maniac."
Now he thought it would be fun to make her accommodate him.
"Baby, there's one thing I've always wanted you to do," he told her, "and you never would."
"If you expect me to go down on you, darling," Melinda objected, "the answer is no way."
"Melinda," he told her, "you wanted a vacation, didn't you?"
"You wouldn't, Steve," Melinda fumed. "You wouldn't put it to me like that."
Steve nodded. "You bet your sweet ass I would," he told her. "If you don't play ball with me, I'm not gonna give you one damn thing. Do you understand?"
"Unfortunately, I am afraid I do understand," she quipped, "and as far as I am concerned, you can go straight to hell."
He wasn't paying any attention to her. He was determined that he was going to get out of her what he wanted.
"Baby," he whispered, "all I want you to do now is push your mouth over my pecker."
She looked at his sticky cock.
"If you'll go take a shower, all right," she agreed, "I'll consider it."
That wasn't enough to prompt Steve to take a shower.
"I want you to do better than that," he told her.
"All right, damn it," she finally agreed, "I'll suck off your ridiculous cock."
It pleased him that he'd gotten her to be this agreeable.
"You'd better not call my cock ridiculous," he told her. "I'm proud of my pecker."
Steve went and took a shower. His wife joined him. She soaped him down.
"Don't you like playing with it?" he smiled as it grew larger in her hand.
"It's like a slippery snake," she told him. "That's just what you are. A snake-in-the-grass."
"Oh, no," he grinned, "I'm just a man who likes to rock his pecker up your ass. That's all."
They washed each other down and dried off and went back into the bedroom.
"You'd better not back out on that promise of a trip, either," Melinda told him.
"You can tell it to the judge," he teased.
He spread his legs and when she found it difficult to get down there between them, he changed his mind.
"I was going to let you get by with just giving me a blow job. Now I want more."
"You want what?" she demanded.
"I want you to suck my ass," he said emphatically.
"You are demented," she said. "You're demented and sick. I'll be damned if I'm gonna suck your asshole."
"Melinda," he reminded her, "remember your promise."
"Promises are made to be broken," she quipped quickly.
As she lay there turning away from him, he had an idea. He began gently caressing her bosoms.
"How would you like me to suck on your tits? Remember how you used to love it when we first got married?"
"Don't remind me," she shook her head. "It was awful. You used to nibble them. I swear that you are sick on sex."
"Isn't everybody?" he teased her.
"I certainly hope not. This world is sick enough without everyone wanting to fuck in some weirdo way."
Soon he was sucking on her bosoms. And then he patted her pussy affectionately. He let his tongue trace around her pubic hair.
"What are you trying to do?" Melinda asked evenly.
"Trying to excite you," he explained.
Then he began pushing her head down between his legs.
"You'd better not force me to go down on you," she exclaimed.
"You want to find out what it's like to suck me, don't you?" he insisted.
"I don't know whether I do or whether I don't," she told him quite frankly.
"Relax, honey," he insisted, "because you're gonna have a good time."
Now he was determined to demonstrate to her what he would do.
"I want you to pull on my cock," he suggested, "and suck my asshole. Go ahead."
That brought a howl of protest.
"I'll be damned if I'll ever eat out your ass," she said.
"You've sure chewed it enough times," he quipped. "Now, baby, it's time to lick it."
As she stroked on his long, hard cock when he wiggled his ass, she could see that he expected it.
"You say a woman did this for you in Vietnam?"
"Yes, he informed her. "A real nice Vietnamese chick. She worked in Lick Alley."
"Lick Alley?" she asked curiously.
"Yes," he told her, "that's what the servicemen dubbed it. The girls there did nothing but lick or suck. It was really an erotic adventure."
"It sounds wholesome," she said angrily. "But spare me the gory details. I'll be damned if I'll do any licking on your asshole."
"Remember the trip," he said, holding the trip out as bait to get his wife to accommodate his carnal lusts.
It was working. She was eager to discover what it would be like.
"Aren't you curious to know what it would feel like to slip your tongue in my asshole?"
Melinda shook her head. But he was convinced that she would perform for him. She was pulling on his penis in a suitable fashion. However, he felt she should improve.
"You've developed a hand rhythm, honey," he told her. "That's the way to do it. Put some movement in your hand. Pump it."
She realized what he expected. She began pumping her hand just as he told her to.
"Like this?" she asked curiously.
He nodded. "Now you're doing it, darling," he told her. "I love it. Pump good. Yes, baby, I love it. Pump faster."
As she pumped on his penis he wiggled his butt.
"All right, I'll let you just lick my ass," he told her.
That sounded better. She let her tongue slide along his bare bottom. He enjoyed the erotic sensation of her tongue slipping across his ass cheeks.
"Oh, baby," he exclaimed, "does that ever feel super. You've got a natural talent in your tongue."
It please Melinda that she was giving him some erotic kicks. Even though she despised doing it, she was glad that he could obtain some sexual arousal from her. For he had often told her she was no good at it.
"How am I doing?" she asked as she finished caressing his buttocks with her tongue.
"Not bad," he told her frankly. "As a matter of fact, you have talent in your tongue."
She was pleased to hear him say that.
"Now, honey," he suggested, "if you'd just slide your tongue to my ass crack. That's what I would enjoy."
She let her tongue slide to Steve's ass crease.
"Slip it in now," he suggested. "Don't be bashful. Keep pumping on my pecker and slip your tongue between my ass cheeks."
Reluctantly she finally eased her tongue between his buttocks. He became more aroused than ever.
"Oh, wow," he exclaimed as the passions excited him.
Now she was willing to tongue out his ass. She finally thrust her tongue right between his asshole. He loved it.
"Suck my ass out," he told her. "Go ahead, honey. Suck my butt."
Easing her tongue right up his rectum, got her going.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you're doing it just fine. Suck ass."
Melinda's talented tongue movements surprised and pleased him. For at this point she was sliding her tongue smoothly and rhythmically right up his hot, tight asshole.
"Suck my ass," he whispered enticingly. "Suck it. Oh, Melinda, baby, that's beautiful. Higher. Stiffen it."
Steve arched his buttocks so it would be easy for her to tongue him all the way. At the same time her hand never missed a beat on his penis. She was pulling hard now. He was going out of his mind with erotic delight.
"Yes, baby, yes," he begged her, "that's what I like. Suck my sweet asshole. Oh, honey, that's what I want you to do. Suck my butt."
She observed Steve was about ready to juice. She wondered what it would be like to see the sperm gush out of his cock head. Withdrawing her tongue from his asshole, she watched as she pulled on his penis. When Steve deduced that she was not going to spontaneously slip her mouth over his cock, he got uptight.
"Baby," he told her, "aren't you gonna eat me?"
Slowly she lowered her face over his penis. It was the hardest thing in the world for Melinda to mouth her husband. Nevertheless, as his cock came closer, so did visions of the trip he had mentioned She knew Steve would be mean enough not to take her on the trip unless she accommodated his carnal lusts.
"Suck my cock," he said softly.
Slowly Melinda let her mouth slip over the helmet of his penis.
"Yes, baby, yes," he begged heron, "suck. That's the way. Suck it off."
Her mouth moved up and down his slippery, shiny shaft.
"Eat me," he begged her. "That's the way. Suck it off. Now you're doing it. Come on, cock eater, suck it. Eat it."
Passionately she went on sucking on his penis tip. He got so excited that he knew at any moment he would be shooting.
"Suck it off," he whispered enticingly. "Suck. Now you're doing it. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Eat it."
At this point the hot white cum erupted in her mouth.
"Ohhh," he gasped, "that's what I like. Suck it out."
All of his hot white sperm shot into her mouth. She was grateful that he'd given her all of his juice. It was his manhood. It was posterity in his penis.
When she'd finished blowing him, she eased off his cock.
"You swallowed it," he said quietly, with a touch of amazement in his tone.
"Yes, that's what you wanted me to do, isn't it?"
"You sucked and swallowed it like a professional," her husband marveled.
"Did you think that was the first blow job I ever gave anybody?" Melinda laughed.
Chapter 2
Steve shook his head.
"Damn you," he complained, "holding out on me.
"I didn't tell you the circumstances under which I sucked cock," she explained.
"All right, tell me," he said curiously.
"There was this teacher," she explained. "A teacher who was talking to us about sex. One day I stayed after class to ask what fellatio meant. And he gave me an illustrated lecture."
"Nice," Steve nodded. "So you knew how to suck cock and you held out on me. I'm glad your teacher broke you in. But you've got a nerve to have held out on me all this time."
"Let's just say I didn't enjoy it that time," she said evenly.
"Do I taste all right?"
She nodded.
"At last you've broken every barrier," she observed. "Now I suppose you will expect everything."
His wife's words echoed in his mind the following day when he was selecting a secretary to work for him. Steve figured that he might as well see if he could get a girl who enjoyed sex. He saw no reason to be confined to one piece of ass. As the girls paraded through his office, he made his own determinations. The ones that did not appeal to him sexually he immediately rejected. But when he saw a cute redhead with green eyes and ivory skin, he wanted to get better acquainted with her.
"Miss Johnson," he observed, "I feel that you could put up a good front for our business."
Miss Johnson immediately what he was referring to.
"You can call me Joyce, boss."
"How do you know that I'm gonna be your boss?" Steve asked, getting to his feet, walking around his desk and taking a closer look at her bosoms.
"I have ESP," she smiled.
"So you have extra-sensory perception," he questioned her.
"No," she giggled. "I have an extra-sexy personality."
"Yes, you do, now that you mention it," Steve observed, "and I can see why. It has something to do with the way your bra fits."
Steve was about to laugh when Joyce unfastened her blouse.
"I couldn't confine these gorgeous hunks of flesh in a bra," she explained, "so I have let them fall free. But they don't fall far."
When Steve looked at her gorgeous knockers, he knew that she was hired.
"When can you begin work, honey?"
"Any time," she smiled as she crossed her legs.
"I think we need a conference first," Steve told her, "so we can get to know each other. I have my eccentricities."
"So do I," she said as she caressed her bosoms.
"Yes, I'm looking at two of them right now," he told her.
He picked up his phone and called his receptionist.
"Miss Forsythe," he began anxiously, "I'm going to have a conference with Miss Johnson. I'm hiring her. So please don't bother me for an hour or two."
Miss Forsythe knew what he was talking about.
"Certainly," she replied in a business-like tone.
Steve went over to the door and locked it.
"Now, honey," he told her, "I think people who play together can work together. Now why don't you take off your clothes and let me give you my evaluation."
"Certainly," she smiled.
It didn't take her long to remove her clothes. As Steve gazed at her spectacular body, he was impressed.
"You are beautiful," he observed.
"How nice of you to notice," she grinned.
"I'd have to be blind not to see the assets that you possess," he said.
Just then she took off her skirt and stepped out of her panties.
"Wow!" he told her. "You should be in pictures."
"I have been," she giggled. "When I was in college, just for fun I made a few porno flicks."
"You could star in those things," Steve told her. "You have everything. Did you give head?"
"Honey," she laughed, "that's a ridiculous question. I did everything. I sucked ass, licked dick, and let them slide it up my asshole. We finished with a traditional fuck just to prove that the pussy was still in use."
Steve laughed. "Men do have a way of being perverse about sex, don't they?"
"They certainly do," she observed, "and some women like it. For example, I am tuned in on ass fucking. Men say I have a tight ass and I know how to wiggle it."
"Turn around," Steve suggested as he slipped out of his shorts, letting his cock swing lustily between his legs.
"Yes," he told her, "you do have a lot to offer. I can see that. My, my, I sure would enjoy going to bed with you."
Caressing her ass cheeks, he pressed his thick, rigid penis between them.
"Baby, I hope you have something to put on that tool of yours before you slide it up my asshole. I'm sensitive about things like that."
"I can understand," Steve told her. "You wouldn't want to ruin such delicious equipment."
Steve went to his desk. He always kept a tube of KY handy. His last secretary had run out in a rage when he pulled out the tube of KY and held it up to her. A buddy of his in an insurance company had told him that was what he did to clue his secretary in on the fact that he wanted to slip it up her asshole. It hadn't worked with Steve's secretary. That was why he was prompted to find another one.
"What position do you like me to be in when you stick it up my ass?"
"You name it," she told her employer.
"Frankly, I like to have it as demeaning as possible," Steve explained. "I like to see a woman crawling around on the floor. And then when I overtake her I want her to bend completely over and let me slam it up her ass. How does that grab you?"
She laughed. "You men are all alike. Sordid and sick. But I love it. Stick your prick up my ass. Pity there's not a camera here. I could get paid for my performance."
"You're getting a job, aren't you?"
"I'm getting the shaft, too, honey," she reminded him, "and this ought to come under the classification of extra duties."
"For extra services rendered beyond the call of duty," Steve suggested with a happy smile, "I'll give you twenty dollars."
"Cheapskate," she exclaimed. "My last boss used to give me fifty dollars for an ass fuck. I gave him a complete sex trip and that was a hundred."
"I'm afraid I can't afford you," he told her.
"Unfortunately, he couldn't either. His wife became suspicious. When she wasn't getting her cut in the form of money to spend on ridiculous luxuries, she told him she would divorce him. So he had to pick between her and me."
"Why did he pick her?"
"Because it would cost him more to get rid of her," she laughed.
Now she was bending over. She was finding it difficult to get on the floor. But Steve wanted it that way. He pulled his belt out of his pants and whipped her bare bottom.
"Start crawling," he told her.
She got on the floor and crawled. She wasn't certain that she was dealing with a sadist who could take it easy. She had heard plenty about sadists who wanted to go too far.
Steve purposely applied the KY to his cock at this point. For he didn't want to slip it into her without lubrication. It felt better sliding in smoothly than trying to ram it in roughly.
Overtaking her he forced her to bend all the way over.
"It'll make it easy for you," he told her.
"It'll make it less painful," Joyce informed him.
With a deep, driving cock stab he got it up her behind.
"Ouch!" the secretary exclaimed as he began fucking her with vigor and delight.
"Fuck," he panted as he pumped into her. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. That's the way I like it. Now you're fucking. Fuck."
With determined cock stabs he rammed it into her. She was enjoying it.
"Yes, baby, yes," he exclaimed, "that's how I like it. Now you're doing it, darling. Fuck it."
Over and over his thick prick slammed into her behind.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Fuck it. Come on, fuck."
With determined cock stabs he continued fucking her. She was thrilling to the wild, erotic sensations.
"Play with my tits while you fuck my ass," Joyce pleaded.
Reaching around he passionately played with her bosoms. She enjoyed the feel of his fingertips on her breasts. Reaching down, Steve patted her pussy. He found her moistening.
"Hey, you really need fucking," he told her. "You're on, baby."
It was true. Joyce did require a lot of fucking. She liked to have a man stabbing her from behind. She enjoyed the erotic sensations of his hands reaching groping for her. At the same time she was thoroughly convinced that she knew plenty about sex-.
"Fuck me," she pleaded. "Fuck me, baby. That's how you do it, darling. Come on, baby, fuck. Fuck it."
With determined strokes he went on assaulting her butt.
"Screw me," she insisted. "Oh, honey, I love it. Now you're doing it, darling. Fuck it off."
When he had finished fucking her and his penis was plunged in up to the hilt, his cock exploded. The sperm blast made her tremble.
"Oh, I can't stand it," Joyce told him. "Play with me. Stick your fingers in my twat."
Reaching down between her legs he slid two fingers between her pussy. She enjoyed the sensation of his fingers sliding into her vagina. She liked the way he massaged her clitoris. She was erect now.
"You're sure horny, honey," he told her. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Just the kind of woman I like to screw. Fuck me."
She churned her hips around. She was getting screwed royally.
"Yes, darling, yes," she told him, "give it to me."
She swung her hips in time to his prick jabs.
He finished screwing her and then eased off. As he lay there she looked at him.
Steve pointed toward the bar.
"If you want anything, it's over there."
She went over to the bar and fixed herself a drink.
"I like to work for guys like you," she told him, "because you let us girls have a day off now and then because of extra duties performed."
"Naturally," she told him. "Got to keep the ma chine going."
Steve shook his head.
"You'll put me in the poor house."
"The hell I will," she told him. "You can afford it. If you can't, how dare you think you can ask a secretary to fuck or suck?"
Looking at her, Steve got the idea that it would be fun to stick his tongue in her pussy.
"How about eating your snatch?"
Joyce nodded. "I just happen to have some pussy jelly in my purse," she smiled.
"Goody for you," he told her.
At that point she went over to her purse and pulled out the pussy jelly.
"I just have the peach and lime left," she told him sadly. "Take your pick."
"Peach sounds good to me," Steve told her.
She selected the peach plastic pussy container and inserted it into her vagina. She squeezed the contents carefully.
"Hmmm, it's gonna be tongue-licking good," she told him.
He could hardly wait to lick her box now. Easing his tongue into her vagina as she stretched out on the floor and threw a leg over his shoulder, he bore down hard. His tongue stiffened and he penetrated her pussy and began licking quickly.
"Ohhh, eat me, baby," she told him. "Stick your tongue way in there."
"Come on, baby," she told him, "let's see if you're a real pussy eater or not. Slide your tongue in there farther. Now you're doing it, honey. That's just like I like it. Oh, you pussy eater, eat me."
His tongue flipped around inside of her velvety vagina. His hands gripped her ass cheeks. She loved the dominating feeling of his hands grasping her.
"Eat me," she pleaded passionately. "Slide it way in there. Now you're doing it, darling. Oh, I love that. Keep that up."
Passionately he went on tonguing her.
"Now, now," she cried. "Over there. Lick it to the left. Oh, I love that. Slide your tongue to the right. That's it. All around. Oh, honey, suck on my love button."
Steve sucked on Joyce's clit. He knew that he'd bring her around soon.
"Oh, darling," she told him, "you don't know how much this has done for me. I love it. Keep your tongue sliding. Oh, baby, you're beautiful."
To make sure that he could derive every measure of pleasure from her body, he let his finger slip up her rectum. She enjoyed the feel of his finger gliding up her asshole while his tongue continued invading the precious precincts of her pussy. The peach jelly tasted good to him. He knew he would gave to introduce the various pussy jellies to his wife. That would add some variety to his pussy eating. He was getting tired of sucking honey.
His tongue went on plunging up her hot, willing, peach-lined pussy hole while his finger continued sliding up her slickened asshole. Joyce threw herself back and forth in waves of sexual ecstasy. She knew how important it was to let men feel that she was turning them on. And so she worked diligently to bring about a tremendous response in them.
"Suck me," she panted in her most erotic voice. "Suck me. Oh, baby, you don't know what you're doing to me. Eat my pussy. Suck my snatch."
His tongue found its way in and out of her willing pussy hole. And his finger continued stabbing her asshole. All at once she was juicing. Her pussy juice mixed with the peach-flavored pussy jelly provided a delicious treat for his tongue. He lapped it up like a hungry baby eating milk from a mother's breast.
When he finally did withdraw his tongue, his eyes were glazed with lust.
"Did you like it?" she asked him anxiously.
"You bet I did," he assured her.
Now his eyes were fastening on her.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you don't know how much fun it is to ball with you. You've got everything. You've got a gorgeous pair of tits. You've got a perfect pussy. Any man would be out of his mind if he didn't want to lick your cunt."
She enjoyed having him make over her.
"Want to stick it in my pussy?"
She saw he had an erection. He nodded. She stretched out and spread for him. He gently brushed his thick prick across her fur-trimmed triangle.
"Fuck me," she smiled up at him.
Brazenly he rammed his thick prick right into her. Her hands gripped his shoulders. She let them wander down to his buttocks.
"Yes, baby, yes," she told him in a coaxing voice, "that's what I want you to do. Fuck it."
With determined cock stabs he went on ramming into her.
"You're beautiful," he told her. "Oh, sweetheart, fuck me."
The erotic sensations that he felt surging through him now kept him shoving in.
"Oh, baby, you've got the finest cunt I've ever fucked. Nobody could top you."
"Not anybody?" she laughed.
He shook his head. "Shove back to me," he told her. "That's what I want you to do. Puck. Puck it."
He continued sliding into her.
"All the way," he told her. "Get me all the way to a juicy, sticky climax. I want to feel it."
All at once his cock exploded.
"Oh, baby," he panted as he finished exploding in her, "it sure felt fantastic to shoot off in you."
Joyce's talented hand movements thrilled him. She was caressing and massaging his ass cheeks and now she parted his ass crack. Easing a finger up his tight asshole she got him more aroused than ever.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he whispered. "Any man would go ape to fuck you. How did you happen to walk into my life?"
"If you must know," she giggled, "your sordid secretary was telling me all about you at a bar. She said you were a sex beast. A real maniac for fucking. I told her I'd have to meet you. I wanted to find out for myself."
Joyce's finger continued slipping up his rectum. The prostate massage was working. He was getting another hard-on.
"Baby, you'd better quit playing with my asshole," he warned her. "That prostate gland massage has given me another erection. I won't get any work done today if I keep on screwing this way."
"Isn't it fun?"
"It isn't a matter of fun," he explained, "But it isn't the right thing to do. I have to learn some self-control."
"Now's a nice time to talk about it," Joyce giggled. "When you've finished shooting your pecker off in my face, slipping it up my asshole and driving it into my pussy, you talk about control."
Finally she withdrew her finger from his tight, twisting behind. He pulled his throbbing male member from her pussy. He went over to his desk.
"I wonder if I have any calls," he asked his receptionist as he got on the phone.
Chapter 3
When Steve got home that night his wife immediately cornered him about his secretary. For the receptionist in the outer office had made it a point to call her up and tell about the long session Steve had interviewing Joyce.
"Yes, I did hire a girl," he said as he tried to divert the subject.
"What does she look like?"
"Oh, nothing much," he shook his head. "I barely noticed."
"Could it be that she's a very erotic-looking redhead with beautiful skin and green eyes and a fantastic figure?"
"Why, darling," Steve shook his head, "do you think I would hire a girl like that? I couldn't keep my mind on my business."
"Huh, monkey business," she nodded. "I've got my spies. I know what's happening over there even when I don't go to work any more. Remember, honey, I was your secretary once."
"I try to forget that," Steve apologized. "When you were my secretary I used to get some good screws. Now that you're my wife I have to beg for it and I get nothing but a kick in the ass."
"Last night, lover," she reminded him, "you got my tongue slipping up your asshole. How does that rate with Lick Alley?"
"Now that you mention it," he laughed, "you'd make a good candidate for Lick Alley. If you could suck a guy's asshole as effectively as you did mine last night, I'm sure that you'd be in business."
"I'm not that kind of woman," Melinda shuddered. "So please don't discuss it. Incidentally, we are invited over to Kathy's place this weekend. Her brother is going to be there and she wants everyone to meet him."
"That worthless brother who's trying to involve everybody in his business deals," she shook his head. "I'm not going over there. The last time he was trying to see me some worthless real estate. I wonder what it will be this time?"
"I didn't ask her," she shook her head, "but I think it would be nice of us both to go and you not to make a fuss. Of course, I suppose that would be difficult for you. You have such a penchant for making noise."
Steve felt that he had better mind his p's and q's. Apparently he was being spied upon. He was glad that she didn't know any more. But he was certain that she would do all in her power to find out.
That weekend they did go to Kathy's place. It was a dull evening. When he got home that night he figured he ought to have a good time.
"What would you like tonight, honey?" he asked her.
"I've been shopping," she declared, "and I bought something that we can use."
She went to the closet and brought out a dildo and straps.
"Oh, no," Steve groaned, "don't tell me I married a lesbian."
"Really, dear," she quipped, "it's not that at all. I was reading this little book about fucking and sucking and it had a unique idea. It said that some men like to get a prostate gland massage while they're getting their cock sucked. The way to do it is with this dildo. I strap it on and shove it up your hot asshole and then I angle my body so that I can slip your long, hard cock in my mouth.
Steve shook his head.
"How the hell do you think you're gonna get that big plastic pecker up my small, tight ass?"
She had the answer for him.
"You make me laugh, honey," she told him. "You assaulted me up the asshole with that huge banana of yours. Now you've got a nerve to get uptight over the fact that I want to return the favor."
"You're a sadist," he said, putting his hands protectively behind his buttocks.
"Why no, darling," she quipped. "I am a sexual liberationist. I feel that if you can stick it to me, I can stick it to you."
"Damn you," he told her. "I don't mind giving the shaft, but I don't like getting it."
"It's human nature, honey," she told him. "But you'll learn to like it. Isn't that what you told me?"
"Yes, after the ass muscles have stretched," Steve told her. "At least that's the way I had it figured when I used to bang girls from behind."
She nodded and smiled.
"I've got news for you, Steve," she told him quickly. "Your ass is gonna get stretched good."
Steve shuddered at the thought of the huge plastic cock slipping up his rectum. He didn't feel it was manly. As a matter of fact, he was furious at the whole idea.
"You'll learn to love it once I shove it," she smiled.
Steve wasn't so sure. His wife began undressing.
"Let's look at the late-night movie," he told her. "Bogart's playing in The Maltese Falcon. I never did catch that."
"You're trying to give me the bird, baby," she told him, "and I want my fuck."
Steve could easily see that his wife was making life impossible. Not only was she playing her spy game at the office by checking on the women he was hiring, now she was conspiring to give him the same problems sexually that he'd been giving her. It wasn't fair. Didn't a man have any rights?"
It didn't take Melinda long to strip. It was obvious to him she could hardly wait to slip the dildo to him.
At this point he knew what he wanted. And he was determined that he was going to get it.
He wanted to get away from her.
"Honey, I forgot something at the store," he told her.
"The hell you did," she told him. "Now you come back here, Steve. Take off your fucking clothes and get on the bed."
Steve burped. He'd had too many drinks and now he wanted to sleep. The last thing he wanted was his wife toying with his rectum.
Apparently she meant business, for the moment she was stark naked she strapped the angry-looking dildo onto herself.
"Doesn't it look beautiful?" she commented proudly.
Steve could see how she might feel. Apparently she looked upon his gigantic cock and what he intended to do with it as a threat.
"Oh, yes," he observed, "it looks real nice, dear wife. Anything you want."
Now he was furious. For he recognized that she was not kidding.
"Get ready, honey," she told him, "'cause I'm gonna slide it to you."
Reluctantly Steve stripped. When he pulled off his shorts she looked at him with a smile.
"Don't worry, I'll use some Vaseline. That will take care of everything."
The very same line that he'd used on her was now being used on him. She coated the plastic cock with Vaseline. Next she ordered him to get on the bed.
"On your knees," she told him, "and I'm gonna slip it to you from behind."
Steve was being forced to follow his own example. He got in the middle of the bed on his knees and bent over.
"Now, honey," she smiled, "get set. Just relax. You know, like you told me to when you were slipping your big dingdong up my behind."
She mounted him as he bent over. She liked seeing him in this subservient position. Slowly she eased the Vaseline-coated plastic penis between his ass cheeks.
"Fuck it," she told him.
She rammed forward with a hard, deep jab.
"That's the way I want it," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
He was getting it now.
"Ohhh, I can't stand it," he told her. "Stop it."
Melinda explained what she was doing.
"I'm just getting your asshole stretched," she explained, "and then you'll have to roll over on your back. That's the way we'll get our sex kicks. I mean, I can't very well slip your pecker in my mouth unless you're positioned properly."
She did manage to drive the dildo deep up her husband's asshole. Then she pulled out. He rolled over. Reaching up, Melinda placed pillows under his buttocks.
"Now I've got it just right," she told him. "You're gonna get fucked and fucked royal."
His upturned ass and his limp cock made her smile. Usually he was horny and hard. The fear that she was injecting into him as she rammed the plastic cock up his rectum had him limp. She found that it was not so difficult to get the dildo into his asshole at this point. She had already primed him.
Reaching for his cock, she slowly stroked him back to life. At last he began enjoying it.
"Doesn't feel so bad now," he confessed.
"That's good," she smiled. "Now, baby, get a nice hard-on. I want to eat your cock."
At least Melinda wanted him. That was something. She was shoving the plastic cock up his rectum in slow, rhythmic movements. Bending over, she was trying to get her mouth even with his long, hard penis. It wasn't an easy task.
"Fuck," she told him.
He pushed forward. Then she opened her mouth and the tip of his cock slipped in.
"That feels real good," he told her. "suck me. Suck my pecker."
She was sucking his cock tip smoothly. And at the same time the plastic penis was entertaining his hot, tight, twisting asshole. It amazed Steve that he could enjoy anything like this. Nevertheless, it did feel super.
"Fuck me," he begged. "Suck me. Get the juice."
His wife continued fucking his rectum. At the same time she went on licking his penis tip. Steve couldn't hold back much longer. All at once his cock exploded in Melinda's mouth. She sucked.
When she had finished blowing him, he had to admit that he'd experienced one of the most unique sex trips he'd ever enjoyed. At this point he knew what he wanted. He wanted to lick out her snatch.
As she pulled the dildo out of his asshole he told her that he wanted to use it.
"What for, honey?" Melinda asked with the sweetest of smiles on her beautiful face.
"I'll tell you why," he told her. "I want to stick it in your ass. Then I'll be eating your pussy at the same time. It would please me much if you would play with my butt while I'm doing this for you. I'll straddle you and have my ass right over your face."
Melinda thought that would indeed be an erotic pleasure. She unstrapped the dildo and tossed it to him. He took it to the bathroom and washed it and Returning, he straddled her just as he said he would.
"Lick my ass," he told her. "Play with it. Reach over and pull on my pecker."
As Melinda's head rested on the pillow, she could see the curves of his ass cheeks. She knew what he expected. She also observed his long, dangling penis between his legs. She felt it was her duty to perform. Reaching forward, she gripped his cock and pulled on it methodically. At the same time she eased the dildo up her asshole. She enjoyed the sensation of the dildo slipping up her rectum. Then she felt her husband's tantalizing tongue movements on her box. His tongue swept back and forth. The lapping, slicing sensation of his tongue made Melinda's mound juicy.
At this point Melinda's tongue was licking and caressing his bottom. He enjoyed that erotic sensation. Now he was getting his ass licked while he was sticking the dildo in her asshole and driving his tongue in hard stabs into her hot pussy hole.
She responded by pushing back. The two of them were entertaining each other in a wild, erotic manner. He could taste her juicing. It was obvious to him just how much Melinda was enjoying having him go down on her.
His tongue flipped back and forth gingerly across her love button. His teeth bore down lightly as he nibbled her erect clitoris. She cried out in sexual ecstasy, begging for more.
"Oh, Steve," she groaned in delight, "you don't know how good that feels to me. Keep it up, love. That's what I like. Now you're doing it, darling. Oh, Steve, eat my pussy. Baby, you're on."
Indeed Steve was turned on. And his tongue continued flipping and sliding around her pussy. The erotic excitement that she felt now kept her moving. He loved the way her hands caressed his ass cheeks. But he liked it even more when she would lick and suck on his buttocks. Apparently she was a far more erotic woman than he had ever imagined. He also felt almost guilty for playing around so much at the office. After all, he calculated, when he had such a wild wife he really didn't need a secretary such as he was hiring.
Now his tongue flipped into her again. She wiggled as he licked her pussy. Harder and faster his tongue flipped around in her.
"Ohhh, baby," Melinda gasped, "I love it when you do that. Come on, tiger. Now you're doing it. Just like I like it."
The erotic frenzy that she felt gave way as she juiced in his face. Steve quickly let his tongue slide around and lick her all the way up.
When he had finished devouring her he eased his tongue from her pussy and pulled the dildo from her behind. He rolled over and looked at his adorable wife.
"I almost feel guilty," he told her.
"About what, darling?" Melinda asked him innocently.
"My new secretary," he apologized.
"What do you mean, dear?"
"I want to hire her so I can seduce her all the time."
Melinda decided she was going to tease more out of him. She felt that it would be good to use in a divorce case, too. Going to the living room for a moment, she found a tape recorder. She put it inside of a magazine and then came back. She flipped the switch on so it would record what her husband had to say.
"What are you doing with a magazine?" he asked as she came back into the bedroom.
"I was thinking of some redecorating for the bedroom, dear," she told him.
"When we're in the middle of a fuck you want to read magazines and talk about redecorating?"
She slid the magazine under the bed.
"I'm sorry," she told him. "Forgive me, dear. I don't know why I got carried away."
With the magazine underneath the bed now and lying there totally responsive to anything he said, she let him go on talking.
"I don't suppose you had sex with her already, did you?"
"I'll confess," he told her, "I did fuck her."
"Confession is good for the soul," she told him as she caressed his bare behind.
"Play with my balls, honey," Steve suggested. "I like it when your finger tips massage my nuts."
"Certainly, dear," she told him.
Immediately her hands went to his testicles. She gently caressed them as she teased more talk out of him.
"Darling," she asked him, "tell me the truth. Have you played around with other secretaries?"
"Yes," he admitted.
"I guess I can't trust you then."
"No, you can't," he confessed. .
"Would you promise," she began, "if I did let you hire this Miss Johnson, that you would be a good boy?"
"You can count on that," Steve told her.
Chapter 4
The next day when Joyce Johnson came to work, Steve regretted the fact he'd ever made such a promise to his wife.
He got as far as lunch time and then Miss Johnson sat on the edge of his desk and pulled up her skirt so he could see her knee.
"Are you trying to entice me?" he asked her boldly.
"I don't know," she smiled.
"The hell you don't know," he told her. "You're trying to get me excited. I know it."
"Forgive me, baby," she told him. "I don't mean to be difficult. But you are such a handsome man that I find you irresistible."
At that point she parted her legs, from where Steve was sitting he could just see her pussy.
"Don't you wear panties?"
"No," Joyce shook her head. "I keep them in the refrigerator."
"Why do you do that?"
"Because my pussy's so hot I'm afraid I'll burn them up," she giggled.
"You heard that from Marilyn Monroe," he laughed. "She did that in the Seven-Year Itch. Remember that picture?"
"What a dreadful name for a film," Joyce told him. "Seven-Year Itch sounds like a disease."
At that point Steve got a wild idea.
"Mentioning disease," he told her, "a person has to watch the meat they're eating these days. You know, like pink beaver."
"Oh, you nasty man," she giggled. "I suppose that means pussy examination."
"Yes," Steve grinned. "How did you guess?"
"It was easy," she smiled as she pulled up her skirt and revealed her crotch to him.
"Oh, it does look beautiful," he told her. "You sure keep your pussy nice."
"Nice and clean," she smiled as she pulled her pink pussy lips apart.
"Wow!" Steve exclaimed. "It does look delicious."
"And nutritious, too," she smiled. "I've got some strawberry pussy jelly. Wouldn't you like something now?"
Steve shook his head.
"Quit tempting me."
"You know you want it," she told him. "Let's be realistic."
"All right," he agreed.
Steve locked the door. Then Joyce took off her clothes and spread her pussy across his desk as she lay there.
"You shouldn't have done this, Joyce," he said as he was about to place his tongue in her pussy.
"Don't tell me you're getting guilty at your age," she laughed.
"I promised my wife," he explained, "that I would quit screwing my secretary."
"Don't bring your wife up," she shook her head. "I'm not a lesbian. I don't give a damn about her sex life. Now let's get on with it."
"I'm not trying to arrange a lesbian affair with you and Melinda," he assured her. "She says I should be loyal to her snatch."
"Look, sweetheart," Joyce told him, "you're a big boy now. Loyalty is for the birds."
He laughed as he let his tongue slip into her moist pussy.
"Suck it," the panted. "Suck it."
Just then the telephone rang. He was about to pull his face away from her crotch when she answered for him.
"Hello, who am I speaking to?" Melinda demanded.
"Steve's secretary," Joyce said in her most languid tone.
"Where is my husband?"
"Right now?" Joyce demanded.
"Yes," Melinda shrieked.
Placing her hand over the receiver, she looked at Steve.
"Do you want to go on licking my pussy or do you want to talk to my wife?"
"I'd better talk to her."
Steve pulled away from her pussy for a moment. He took the phone in his hand and began chatting with her.
"Hello, honey," he began.
"Hello, you bastard," his wife exclaimed. "What are you doing with that secretary in your office? I thought we made a deal last night that you were going to fire the little fucker."
"Now, now," Steve told her, "watch your blood pressure."
"I'm watching your pecker slipping into her," his wife complained. "How would you like it if I went and got balled by any man I could pick up?"
"Now, dear," he told her, "that isn't nice. A wife's place is in the home."
Melinda was so angry that she hated her marriage vows.
"Sure," she exclaimed tightly, "a wife is supposed to be a charmer in the living room, a cook in the kitchen, and a whore in the bedroom. Well, you married the wrong woman. I'm a lady."
"You don't fuck like a lady," he laughed.
She hung up the phone.
"I'm sorry she interrupted us," Joyce told him. "Now you go right ahead to what you were doing."
It didn't take him long to get down there between her legs again. He was turned on by the scent of her snatch and the delicious taste of her pussy juices.
His tongue flipped quickly back and forth across her clit. And then he licked her velvety vagina walls. She loved the erotic sensation of his tongue licking and lapping away like that.
"Eat me," she begged anxiously. "Suck me. That's what I want you to do, darling. Suck my pussy."
All at once she was cuming.
"Ohhh, I can't stand it," she panted as she locked her legs around him and shoved him hard over her pussy.
It was a great pleasure for him to accommodate her this way.
"Oh, honey," he smiled at her, "you don't know how good this feels to me. I just love licking you."
Now he was eager to demonstrate what he could do with his cock.
"Baby, I am dying to stick it up your asshole. I hope you don't mind."
"Mind?" Joyce laughed. "It's the anal age. Every man I've been going with for the last two years has asked to get into my asshole. I would be worried if' you didn't."
"I hope it isn't stretched too far," he shook his head.
"You don't have to worry about that," she told him. "I can take care of you."
She was prepared. She had a tube of KY that she used immediately to lubricate his shaft for him.
"How thoughtful of you," he smiled.
At that point she pulled gingerly up and down his long, hard penis. He loved the sensation.
"Now, baby," he told her, "you and I are gonna have a real good time."
She bent over his desk. He gripped her firm, ripe ass cheeks.
"You shove back while I shove in," he suggested.
The secretary accommodated him. She winced in pain as he plunged his long, thick prick into her tight anal channel.
"Fuck it, baby," he whispered as he pumped it into her passionately.
She loved the feeling of his long, hard cock gliding into her asshole. She swung her hips around.
"Now you're fucking," he told her eagerly. "Come on, baby, do it."
She was giving him the fuck of a lifetime. And he was becoming more and more turned on every second.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her, "that's what I want. Now you're doing it."
Grasping her ass cheeks firmly he rammed in with all of his thrusting power.
"Fuck it, baby," he told her. "Fuck. That's what I want you to do. Come on. Fuck."
Passionately he rammed it to her. She loved the erotic sensation of his huge manhood jabbing up her asshole.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Fuck. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Just like I like it. Keep fucking."
With deep, hard cock stabs he continued slamming up her ass.
"Oh, wild," he told her. "You've really got it down, baby. Swing it."
It did feel fantastic to his long, hard penis to be sucked in by her twisting asshole. She knew just how to develop a rhythm with her buttocks.
"Fuck, baby," he whispered enticingly. "Fuck."
He drove in deeply.
"That's what I want," he told her excitedly. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Fuck it off."
He continued slamming it into her ass.
"Oh, baby, I sure like being banged in my asshole," she cried out. "Your long, thick prick feels super to me. Keep shoving it."
He went on thrusting. He knew that it couldn't be much longer until his cock exploded.
Just as he was about to get his pistol off, the secretary in the other office decided she was going to come in.
"Damn her, trying to come in here," he complained.
"Don't bother me," he called out to her.
She got the point. She left him alone.
Now Steve was fully aware of how far his wife would go. She was even working on his old secretary to check on the young one.
He rammed his cock in once more. The wild, erotic sensations of his thick prick assaulting Joyce's asshole had her churning in delight.
All of the sudden his hot, white sperm spasmed up her asshole. Her ass muscles clamped on his cock. She milked him for dear life.
"I'm cuming," he exploded. "Oh, baby, milk my pecker."
Her wild ass gyrations milked his long, hard penis.
"Am I a wild fuck or not?" he asked her.
"You're really wild, lover," she assured him.
He was pleased that she enjoyed his performance. He was equally excited over the fact that she wanted more and more.
"If I was your wife," she suggested slyly, "think of the fun we would have."
"If you were my wife we probably wouldn't have any fun," he told her. "I know how you women work. Once you have me as a permanent meal ticket, that would be that."
It really bugged him that women always wanted to talk about lasting relationships. After all, he thought to himself, it was pretty damned stupid. Didn't she have all that she needed? She was happy getting what she wanted. Why should she want any more? It just didn't add up.
He got dressed and so did she.
"Do you want to join me for lunch?" he suggested.
She nodded. As he went out the door with Joyce, to lunch, he turned to his older secretary sternly.
"I don't want to be bothered when I'm tied up in a conference," he told her.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized in mockery.
When they were out having lunch, Joyce asked him how he was getting along with his wife.
"Melinda's a real nice wife," he told her, "but she expects too much."
"Little things like loyalty," she laughed. "Apparently, that is not one of your strong points."
"No, it isn't," he admitted. "I've got what you'd call a wandering eye."
"I've deal with many bosses who had that problem," she told him. "That is why I don't care to ever get seriously involved. I think it's better playing around. I pity these poor women who are stuck in the kitchen slaving away for the slobs who carry on with gorgeous chicks like me."
"You're such a generous-hearted dame," he laughed.
"I think so," Joyce told him. "I really do. I wish that all of these women were able to satisfy the men as I am. I would sort of pass it around."
"You're too much," he laughed.
When he got back to his office he was jolted. For Melinda was there confronting him.
Melinda made no bones about her feelings.
"I want to talk to you and your secretary," she said angrily.
"I think I'd better be going now," Joyce said as she started to leave.
At that point Melinda glared at her.
"No, honey," she told her. "I want you to stay and listen to what I've got to say. It's real important."
"Yes," Joyce nodded innocently, "what have you got to say, dear?"
"Don't 'dear' and 'honey' me," Melinda said grimly. "You've been playing around with my husband. He puts on a good innocent act. But he's been doing this for years. He's got the most unfaithful pecker in the world."
"That's quite a touching tribute," Joyce assured her, "considering how many men there are in the world."
"I've checked it out," she told her, "and I've checked you out, too. I did a little research on your background, Miss Johnson. And my spies tell me that you were fired from your last job for hustling office boys."
Joyce's face turned red.
"Is this the truth?" Steve asked grimly.
"There were rumors," Miss Johnson shivered, "but, of course, they were false. Rather than create a lot of fuss, I figured it was better to leave the damn job."
"That isn't the way it happened at all," Melinda told her husband. "That fucker was fired. And you'd better fire her and fast. I don't want any hanky-panky going on around here. You've got your choice. Either I walk away with half of what you've got, or you get rid of her. I think it would be cheaper to delouse yourself of her."
Joyce had never been so angry in her life.
"You're going to eat those words," she snapped in defiance.
"The hell I am," Melinda said, "and don't you try to threaten me. You've really got me uptight. Now get the hell out."
It was a battle now between Melinda and Joyce. The two of them were starting to assault each other. Steve didn't know what to do at this point.
'Girls," he exploded, "quit fighting over me."
That reached Melinda's ears as the sound of fury.
"What a damned despicable thing to say," she quipped. "You really burn me up."
There wasn't the shadow of a doubt in Melinda's mind that she had gotten rid of the other woman. Sure enough, Joyce left.
When she was alone with her husband she glared at him.
"I guess I fixed your wagon, honey,"
"Damn you for interfering in my business," he told her.
"Monkey business," she quipped. "You need a trainer. You need to have someone to trail around with you on a leash. Then perhaps you could be loyal."
"Of course, you know that it's ridiculous that I was doing anything," he insisted. "You were just feeing us both a pack of lies. I respect Miss Johnson for leaving. She had the grace to overlook your false weaknesses."
Melinda laughed. She went over to his bar and poured herself a whiskey.
"Now don't start drinking and blame me," he told her, "because the next time you get in the alcohol sanitarium I'm not gonna come and get you."
"How kind of you," she quipped. "As if I care."
She was getting slobbery drunk now. As she started to slur her words, he felt like slapping her. But hew knew better.
"Baby doll, go home," he told her.
"You have made my life pure hell," she told him, "and now I'm gonna give you some hell right back."
He sat there trying to figure out what to do.
When a business call came through he found it extremely difficult to conduct it with his wife sitting there, slurring her words and cursing him.
"Is something wrong?" his business associate asked him.
"Why no," he assured him. "Everything is all right."
He continued the conversation and when the deal was concluded on the phone, he hung up. Looking at his wife he begged her to go home.
"On one condition," she told him. "I want to play around. I want to find out what it's like to have somebody else. Maybe you're not the best man in the world. Maybe I would discover pleasure with another pecker."
"You foul-talking, good-for-nothing, double-crossing devil," he quipped. "You got me to fire a perfectly moral secretary. Now you want to play around."
"What's good for the goose is good for the gander," she laughed raucously. "I'm getting the sudden urge to find out about sex. I'm sure not gonna find out about from you. Damn you."
It was outrageous to him that she would suggest playing around.
"On one condition," he told her, "that I know who you're doing it with. I want to watch."
"You are a voyeur," she exclaimed. "I always had you figured as that. Sure, if you could get your kicks watching some man screw me, you would be satisfied."
"At least I'd know you weren't getting hurt," he told her. "Some men are sadists. Sure, they'll play around with you, but they'll hurt you, too."
"Work something out, dear," Melinda demanded, "because I'm gonna even the score. You've had other women. I've never had another man outside of you. And now I want to find out. Do you understand?"
"It's sick as hell," he admitted, "but I understand. Some way, I'll figure something out. I don't want to do it, but you're forcing my hand."
"Thank you, love," she told him. "I'll go home now and rest up. I can hardly wait for our orgy to take place."
When she left him alone he was disturbed and uptight. But he knew that his wife was right. For he had played around. And she had not enjoyed the equivalent of sexual pleasure. The past was catching up with him.
Chapter 5
At this point Steve knew what he had to do. He would go to a bar and pick up some stud. He only hoped he wouldn't get in any difficulty. Perhaps the man at the bar who he would have to talk about having sex with this nice chick would think he was pimping. That burned Steve up. His wife did have him in a very disgusting position.
"What are you thinking about, dear?" Melinda asked him as he got ready to go out.
"I'm thinking about the pitch I'm gonna make to some character who wants to get his rocks off."
"You might tell him that I'm a very beautiful woman," she suggested, "and that I have a boundless sexy appetite. You might also add that I'm game to do anything at least once."
He didn't pay any attention to what she was saying. He finished dressing and walked out and left her.
"Well, that's pretty nice," she shook her head sarcastically, "and I've tried to be so accommodating."
From the way she looked at it he was being difficult. She could never picture it in her own mind any other way. He went to the Sunshine Bar and hoped that he could locate someone who would be interested in screwing.
He stayed there an hour and had four drinks. The waitress came over and asked him if he was looking for a girl.
"No, it's the other way around," he explained.
"Get out of here," the waitress said testily.
"I don't mean that way," he told her. "I've got this oversexed nympho chick I'm dating who insists on having more than one man."
"I've read about those dizzy creatures," she told him. "They certainly are a slimy lot. It seems they can't get enough sexual satisfaction."
"Yes," he commented.
At that point she eyed a man walking into the place.
"There's Clint," she smiled knowingly, "you ought to speak to him."
"What's so wonderful about him?"
"He has the biggest cock I've ever seen," the waitress observed. "We call him Clint the Cock. He is cunt crazy. He can't get enough women. You ought to have him connect with this chick. I'm sure they would really enjoy each other."
Clint sat down a seat away from where Steve was sitting. It didn't take long for the cocktail waitress to introduce them.
"Clint," she smiled, "I want to introduce you to- what's your name?"
"That isn't my name," Steve laughed. "I'm Steve. Pleased to meet you, Clint."
Clint extended his hand.
"You're new around here, aren't you?"
"Yes, I haven't been here many times," he admitted.
At that point the cocktail waitress whispered something in Clint's ear.
"No kidding," Clint said with a happy smile. "Yes, I'd like to meet her. She sounds delicious."
He laughed as he looked at Steve.
"She's a nice girl," he admitted candidly. "Just likes to fuck around too much. No rough stuff. Just regular screwing."
Clint bent over and whispered, "Does she give a good blow job?"
"Very good," Steve acknowledged. "As a matter of fact, she sucks so long you have to tell her to stop before she sucks the damn thing off completely."
"Wild," Clint exclaimed. "Must have been my lucky night. Sure glad I came in here. Fix me a whiskey sour, honey,"
The cocktail waitress served Clint a whiskey sour.
"You ought to tip me high tonight, honey," she whispered. "After all, I've given you a pretty cozy connection."
Clint nodded and assured her he would. They talked a few more moments and then he was ready to join Steve to go to see the sex prize he'd been talking about.
Before they left the bar, Steve thought it would be a good idea to call up his wife and explain everything. She was most agreeable and said she would slip into her black lace panties and bra.
"You never did that for me in the last three years," Steve reminded his wife.
"That's different, darling," she laughed as she hung up.
Going back to Clint, Steve told him that it might be a good idea if he followed in his own car.
"Sure, tiger," he told him. "We're gonna have a good time. I don't mind if it's an orgy. I just want to have her alone for a couple of bangs. All right?"
"Sure," he agreed. "As long as I can sit on the sidelines and watch you."
"Oh, one of those guys," he chuckled. "A voyeur. I'll show you how it's done, sonny-boy."
Apparently Clint was agreeable to experiment most any way. This pleased Steve very much.
When Steve pulled up at his house, Clint's car was directly behind him. Clint got out quickly and joined him.
"I've got to hand it to you," Clint told him. "You have a lot of guts to ask a guy to screw with your girl friend. A lot of men would want to whack her silly for even suggesting such a thing."
"The world is changing," Steve reminded him. "There's no need to be so jealous. There's enough pussy there for both of us."
"Not at the same time," Clint smiled.
Going into the house was a pleasurable experience. For he had never seen Melinda more attentive or considerate.
"Good evening," she smiled at him.
"Well, honey," he laughed, "you sure have some " wild ideas."
"Do I really?" she laughed teasingly.
At this point Clint's eyes were focused on her ripe, firm bosoms.
"You've sure got a nice set of tits, honey."
"Thank you," Melinda nodded. "It's nice to be appreciated. I can see that you're an esthetic."
"Esthetic?" he laughed. "I'm horny. There is a difference."
"As far as I'm concerned," she insisted, "you are just a man who needs some attention. And I'm eager to demonstrate my affection for you."
"Thank you too much," he laughed.
It was obvious to Clint that she wanted to expose herself.
"You're the first female flasher I've met, honey," he observed as she slipped out of her bra.
Her juicy red nipples really looked appealing to Clint. It was all he could do to control himself. His crotch bulged.
"What do you think of them?" she asked as she fondled her own bosoms.
"Delectable," he smiled happily. "As a matter of fact, they need a lot of sucking. And I'm just the man to suck them."
Steve felt lost on the sidelines. He could see what a bold female his wife had become.
"You're beautiful," he told her. "You really are."
There was no doubt in Clint's mind that she was going to be agreeable to everything.
"Baby," he told her, "let's go into the bedroom."
"Stevie," his wife turned, "join us. You said you wanted to watch me with another man and see how it's done."
"Sure, I'll teach him all there is to know about sex," Clint chuckled. "I'd prefer having you all alone, but if this is the arrangement and the only way I can get your piece of ass, I guess I'd better do it this way."
When all three of them were in the bedroom, Steve was reluctant to strip. He felt bashful and angry. However, he noticed crude Clint felt no humiliation at taking off everything. He flung his shorts on a chair and gripped his huge penis and walked menacingly toward Melinda.
"You ready, honey?" he asked Melinda.
"I sure am, tiger," she told him. "I hope your balls are full of juice. I'm dying to suck them out."
"Better get your mouth set for a good suck," he told her, "because I've got a big pecker."
As she looked at Clint's huge cock, she knew that he wasn't kidding.
"How long is that thing?" she questioned.
"Long enough," he told her, "to entertain you."
When her black lace panties had been removed, she got in the middle of the bed and boldly massaged her pussy.
"Quit playing with yourself and start playing with me," Clint objected.
He got on the bed and it did not take him long to guide his thick penis into her mouth.
"Suck it, honey," he told her anxiously. "And suck it good."
It felt good to have Clint's round ass cheeks massaging her bosoms. And as he pointed his mammoth male member at her mouth, she opened up to accommodate him. Her pink tongue tip slid along the head of his cock.
"Oh, that feels so good when you tickle my dick stick," he grinned. "Now why don't you suck on it? Build up a good suction in the head of it. Grab the shaft and hold on, honey. I'm gonna flood your face with cum."
She gripped his huge penis. She mouthed to the head of it. It was amazing how stimulating and exciting this had become for her husband. He was looking at her as if he would pop his cork just watching.
"Suck me," he whispered enticingly. "Suck me, baby. That's what I want you to do. Come on, baby, suck it. Suck it off."
Her mouth moved magnificently over the head of his penis.
"Eat it," he told her enticingly. "Come on, baby, suck it out. Get the juice."
She was sucking at a steady tempo now. Steve was getting more and more excited. He couldn't help it. He cupped his balls with one hand and he reached for his cock with the other. He enjoyed pulling on his penis while he massaged his balls.
"Suck him," he called out to his wife. "Suck Clint's big, old dick. Suck it, honey."
It pleased Melinda that he wasn't jealous. She was glad that he had discovered how much pleasure he could have watching his wife give a blow job. Melinda felt that she had come of age at last. All of the past seemed as though she had been immature. Now she was growing up. She was not jealous at all. She was delighted that he'd become this excited. She went on sucking on Clint's long cock.
"Play with my ass while you're eating my prick," Clint insisted.
Reaching around, she caressed his ass cheeks. She could feel his sperm now about to unload. She enjoyed gripping and grasping his firm ass as she sucked on his long, slippery penis.
"You can taste it now," he smiled happily. "Just keep sucking. That's what I want you to do. Suck me. Suck me off."
She was sucking on his cock now at an even tempo.
"That's the way I want you to do it," he told her. "Eat it. Gobble it."
She sucked hard. She knew that it wouldn't be much longer until his hot, sweet sperm exploded in her mouth. That was the moment she was waiting for. Parting Clint's ass cheeks, she eased a finger right up his rectum. Clint enjoyed getting his prostate gland massaged while he was getting his cock sucked at the same time.
"Eat my pecker," he pleaded passionately as he went on feeding his cock to her face.
When he got so excited he couldn't hold back any longer, he rammed it roughly down her throat. But at the strategic moment of climax when his sweet sperm load would shoot in her mouth, he pulled back. He let his hot sperm spill in her mouth so she could swallow it.
As she sucked the cream out of Clint's cock, her husband was watching. It really got him excited to see how she could accommodate him. He wanted her to blow him now.
"Eat my pecker," Clint panted. "Suck the cream out of it. Oh, baby, now you're giving me a blow job. Suck. Suck it all out."
The hot, white cream tasted good to her. She gulped hungrily. She couldn't get enough of Clint's cock.
Slipping out at last she looked up at him.
"I enjoyed that."
"I did, too," Clint smiled. "Now if you'd please take your finger out of my asshole."
She'd become so carried away with his hot, sweet sperm and how good it tasted to her, that she forgot her finger was still in his rectum.
Withdrawing her finger from Clint's asshole, she laughed.
"I'm sorry," she grinned up at him.
At this point Steve walked over to her.
"Baby, I'm next. Get set for another suck."
Clint got off the bed. He waited for Steve to mount Melinda. He had no idea, however, that Steve was married to her. He had concealed everything very well.
"Now, Melinda baby," Steve smiled, "you're gonna get another mouthful."
Melinda nodded. "I hope you shoot me as much cum as Clint did. He sure gave me a good time."
Clint was proud of himself. He went over to a chair, lit a cigarette and watched. It did excite him to see Steve slipping his long, hard penis into Melinda's mouth.
Melinda gripped Steve's ass cheeks. She squeezed them as she sucked on is penis tip.
"Suck my cock," he ordered her. "Every inch of it. That's it, suck it good. Come on, baby, suck. Show me what a good cock sucker you are."
He held her head in place as he vigorously fucked her face. She liked the feel of Steve's fingers on her head as he plunged his penis rhythmically in and out of her willing mouth.
Steve was getting rather rough now. For he was plunging it down her throat. She gulped nervously as he went on sliding it to her.
"Suck it off," he begged her. "Suck. Get every drop of it."
She continued sucking. All at once his hot, white cum exploded.
"Oh, I can't stand it," he exclaimed. "Eat it, baby. Suck it out."
Passionately she mouthed him. She got every drop out of his thick, long penis.
Releasing her grip on his ass cheeks, she eased her mouth off his cock. At this point Clint was determined he was going to have some more fun.
"Baby, why don't you let me slip it to you from behind. I'm an ass man."
Glancing at Clint's quivering, long cock, she wasn't so certain that she could accommodate his carnal lust for her backside.
"Maybe you should use my pussy," she suggested.
"No way," he told her. "I want it up your ass."
"On one condition," she told him. "If you will make sure you have plenty of Vaseline on your cock, I might let you slip it into me."
"All right," he agreed.
Melinda got a jar of Vaseline from the bathroom. Coming back to the bedroom, she sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for Clint to come over and sit beside her. When he sat down beside her with his huge cock still standing up, she reached for it. She applied the slippery Vaseline to his penis.
"Hurry up," he told her. "I want to slip it to you from behind. You need it and you know it."
She agreed. Now he was prepared to give her a fuck she would not forget.
He mounted her as she got in the middle of the bed and bent over. Grasping her firm, round ass cheeks, he slowly eased his slippery cock between them.
"I'm gonna fuck you and fuck you good," he told her as he thrust forward.
At first she thought Clint's manhood would split her in two. She shuddered as his thick, long penis drove up her rectum.
"Doesn't it feel good?" Clint asked as he bent over.
"It feels dreadful," she told him. "Ohhh, brother, I'll be glad when you finish."
"I'm enjoying it," he told her.
"You would," she shuddered.
When her ass muscles were stretched so she could accommodate his thrusting penis, the pain disappeared and the pleasure commenced.
"Fuck," she begged. "Come on, baby, fuck it. That's the way I like it. Fuck it."
With determined cock stabs he went on ramming into her.
"Why don't you get underneath me, Steve?" she suggested. "You could eat my pussy while he fucks my asshole."
Even though he didn't like to share her with Clint, he figured he might as well get in on the action this way. Steve nodded and when she raised her leg, he slid underneath her. Reaching up, he gripped her bare ass cheeks. His tongue found her pussy. As he flipped his tongue into her vagina, he could feel Clint's mammoth male member driving up her asshole.
"I love having both of you screwing me," she told them. "Ohhh, I feel so rich having the two of you. Fuck my asshole. Eat my pussy. Love me."
Passionately Melinda moved her buttocks. This increased the pleasure that Clint was experiencing. He loved the sensation.
"Fuck it," he told her. "Twist your ass for me. Now you're doing it. Oh, doll, I love that."
With hard, deep thrusts, he was giving her a fuck she would not forget.
"Yes, baby, yes," he gasped as he rammed hard into her.
She knew that it wouldn't be much longer until Clint got his rocks off. She could feel his hairy, swelling balls bouncing on her ass cheeks as he thrust forcefully.
"Feel better now?" Clint asked curiously.
"It's all right," she whispered.
Feeling that he could fuck her still harder, Clint drove his penis deeper into her asshole.
"Fuck it," he whispered excitedly. "Fuck. That's the way to do it. Now you're screwing. Fuck it."
With determined cock stabs he went on ramming. All at once his gun exploded.
"I'm shooting, baby," he told her. "Grab it with your ass muscles. That's the way I like it. Fuck it off."
Her ass muscles clamped on his long, slippery penis.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her, "now you're doing it. Just like I like it. Fuck off, fuck off!"
She was excited. Even though she hated to admit it, but this painful ass fuck had been a pleasure. She enjoyed having her clit tickled with Steve's tongue. Steve's hot tongue went on twirling around inside of her pussy.
"Eat me," she panted as she pushed her muff all the way over his mouth.
She was juicing now. He sucked her and ate her.
"Eat me," she gasped in a frenzy of passion. "Suck my pussy. Yes, baby, yes."
Steve sucked her moist, hot, delicious pussy juices. When he had finished devouring her, Steve smiled in satisfaction. He now withdrew his tongue. He was determined that he was going to get her so sick of orgy-style sex that she would never make such a bizarre request again.
Steve was a bit startled however, when he noted how she seemed to take to this hot sexual activity.
"Did you enjoy it?" she asked Steve point blank.
"Sure," he said quietly.
At that point she introduced him to Clint.
"Steve is my husband," she laughed.
"What?" Clint asked angrily. "You mean you pulled me into a marriage situation? I don't dig this scene."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mention it before," Steve apologized.
"I'm getting out of here," Clint said. "I was trapped in a marriage scene once before. Some guy said I could screw his wife. Then he got jealous. Came at me with a butcher knife. Sorry, folks, this is where I came in."
It didn't take Clint long to get dressed and get out of there.
Chapter 6
When Melinda was left alone with her husband, she looked at him with a scowl.
"Now that I've experienced a man like that," she told him flatly, "I don't know how I can carry on with you."
Steve wondered if she was a sadist to be talking to him like this.
"Do you want me to treat you mean?" he asked her. "Tell me, is that what you're trying to get me to do?"
"Don't be absurd," she smiled. "You're mean without trying."
Steve was really getting angry.
"I'll fuck your ass," he told her, "and I'm not gonna use any Vaseline on my pecker either. Get on all fours, baby, and let me screw your asshole."
She could tell from the way that Steve talked that he meant business.
"Certainly, love," she agreed.
Getting on all fours in the middle of the bed, Steve mounted her.
"Fuck it," he said as he rammed it into her, "and fuck it good."
With deep, hard thrusts, he rammed his long penis up her asshole.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Fuck!"
She didn't like his mean attitude. Apparently he was serious. She decided not to make a fuss. She churned her hips as best she could. But all the time she was hoping he'd get his gun off as fast as possible.
"You're not swinging your ass the way I like it," he told her. "Rock it from side to side. That's it."
Melinda figured that he probably wanted her to participate.
"Sock it to me, honey," she urged him on.
He rammed it into her with hard, deep jabs.
"Like that?" he asked her.
"Yes, baby, yes," she told him. "I love it. Now you're fucking. Fuck."
With determined cock stabs he continued thrusting into her ass. But he wanted her to bend over farther. All he wanted to see was her upraised bottom.
"Bend over," he told her. "More."
At this point he had her in just the position he wanted her. All he could see of her were her upraised ass cheeks. With his fingers squeezing and pinching her buttocks, he continued pounding his penis up her rectum.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Now you're fucking. Come on, baby, fuck it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
As he continued thrusting into her, he became more and more excited.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's just the way I like it. Fuck."
All at once his thick penis exploded. His hot, white juices splashed up her asshole. She twisted her hips around. She wanted to squeeze all of the juice out of his penis.
"Oh, wow!" he exclaimed. "You sure have a nice tight ass. I really enjoy screwing it."
She was pleased that her husband enjoyed fucking her asshole. But she didn't like the rough, crude way he came at her. Apparently he was in a lewd mood.
When he with drew his slippery cock from her asshole, he told her that he didn't want her playing around any more.
"I'll be loyal to you in my way," she assured him.
"Yeah," he nodded, "and I know what your way is, unfortunately."
It was evident to him that she had her own ideas about loyalty. And it bothered him.
"If I catch any man here screwing you, you'll be sorry. I won't tell you what I'll do. I'll just say you'll be real sorry."
"Is that a threat?" she asked breathlessly.
"No, baby doll," Steve told Melinda, "that's a promise."
She tried to sleep that night but found it difficult. She never did like Steve's dark threats. He had a horrible temper and she didn't want to get him uptight.
The following day she got up and fixed him breakfast. She tried not to think of the previous night.
"You like orgies, don't you?" he asked her.
"Let's not talk about it," she exclaimed. "Let's enjoy ourselves now."
"Would you like it if I brought a woman home for you to fuck?" he suggested. "Maybe that would be your scene."
"Don't be obscene, darling," she told him. "How revolting can you get?"
"I've seen movies where a couple of women are balling," Steve told her, "and it appeared as though they were having a lot of fun. Maybe you'd like to try that sex trip. You're always wanting adventure. I just wanted to accommodate your lusty desires, dear."
"Don't 'dear' me," she shook her head. "You have a foul temper. I don't trust you as far as I can spit."
"The feeling is mutual, love," Steve told her, "and just remember this. I don't want you making trouble for me. I don't want any trouble of any kind."
He went to work that day and immediately fired his older secretary. He wasn't going to have anyone spying on him. When she asked why he was dismissing her, he told her the truth.
"Because you didn't know who was boss. My wife isn't. I am."
The secretary decided she would tell him a thing or two.
"I think you are a very sick man," she told him. "You insist on having sex with every secretary who'll give in to you. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. You have a lovely wife. Instead of being loyal to her, you try to put hanky-panky into your marriage. I hope she divorces you."
Saying that, she stalked out. Steve could see that he had been in a trap. Melinda was finding out everything that he'd been doing. Perhaps it had gotten her so uptight that she had slipped. Maybe something was wrong with her mind. For he was certain that she never would have asked him to go out and find a fucker for her before. He was perplexed and confused as to why she was acting this way.
He called up an employment agency to have a new series of secretaries sent to him for consideration. This was a job Steve always enjoyed.
The first girl who applied in the afternoon called herself Jan. She had beautiful shiny brown hair, which fell on her shoulders. It complemented her deep brown eyes.
"I'm new at this business," she confessed, "but I'm a fast learner."
"That's good," he told her. "I like girls who are quick. You know, girls who pick up everything fast."
"The only thing," Jan told him, "is that I have a steady boyfriend. So any boss who'd like to get serious with me just couldn't."
"I'm very happily married," he assured her.
"Nobody is that happily married," she whispered.
She came close to Steve and proudly displayed her beautiful shaped bosoms to capture his interest.
"What are you trying to prove with those big knockers in my direction?"
"I just wanted to see if you were horny," she explained. "If you responded too much I would fear working for you. So I thought I would give you my breast test."
"Did I pass?"
Glancing down at Steve's bulging crotch, she shook her head.
"I'm sorry to say you didn't," she said sadly.
"What does that mean?"
"That means I can't work for you," she explained. "It would only complicate things. You see, like I told you, I'm seriously considering marriage. I'm sorry."
At that point Steve reached out. He gently caressed her bosoms with his fingers.
"What are you doing?" She demanded angrily.
"Seeing if it's all for real," he told her. "I'd hate to get a hard-on over fake breasts."
"They're real, honey," she told him, "and I'm not gonna let you feel up them any more. I have a little personal pride."
"I hope you just have a little pride," he assured her, "because I am interested in having a good time with you."
She shook her head defiantly.
"If you think you're gonna get a free lay, honey, you're mistaken."
"I'm prepared to pay," Steve informed her quietly as he continued massaging her generous-sized bosoms.
"I'm not cheap," she told him.
"Are you referring to your character or your price?" he asked her.
"Both" she replied.
"How much?"
"I'll turn a quick trick for twenty," she told him, "but the works for fifty."
"A simple blow job is twenty?" Steve asked, so he could get everything straight.
"Yes," she told him, "but that doesn't mean I take off any of my clothes or you strip. That's only if, you unzip your fly and I drop to ray knees and suck you off. That's twenty dollars."
"I'll take the twenty-dollar blow job," Steve smiled happily.
Jan unzipped his fly. She reached for his erect male member. She pulled it out and looked at it fondly.
"That sure looks delicious," she told him. "I'm gonna suck it, baby, and suck it good."
She dropped to her knees. She pulled his long, hard cock to her mouth and started sucking slowly. He thrilled to the sensation of her mouth sliding back and forth over his long manhood.
"Eat it," he commanded her. "Suck it off, baby, that's how I want you to do it. Suck it and suck it good."
He was really getting turned on now. He thrust his long, slippery cock smoothly in and out of her mouth.
"Lick it, baby," He told her, "and lick it good"
He was pleased with her performance. Her face was red and her cheeks sucked in as she let him thrust his penis. He let the head of his shaft caress the back of her throat. For a second Jan thought she would choke on Steve's long, hard penis.
"Come on, cock eater," he urged her on. "That's what I like. Give me a wild suck. Keep it up, baby. Suck it Suck it off."
Passionately he was mouthing her. It wouldn't be much longer before his thick penis exploded. All at once the hot, white sperm shot down her throat. She gulped.
"Suck," he whispered enticingly, "suck it out."
As his penis continued spitting its sperm down her throat, she gulped hungrily.
"Oh, baby," he smiled at her, "you don't know how much fun it was to shoot my wad in your mouth."
When he pulled his penis out of her mouth, she got to her feet and held out her hand. "All right, all right, you'll get your twenty for sucking me."
He handed her a twenty-dollar bill. She took it and thanked him.
"If you need any more sexual services," she told him, "here's my card."
"Sure, baby," he told her. "I'll keep it in my file. When I need to get my rocks off I'll give you a buzz."
"I wish you would," she told him. "Of course, I'll probably have my secretarial job by then and I'll have to drop by during my lunch hour."
"And I'll feed you," he assured her.
When she came by at lunch time a few days later, Steve immediately locked his door. Then he sat on the edge of his desk and slowly unzipped his fly.
"Feeding time," he smiled.
She came over to him and clasped his long, slippery penis. She stroked it a couple of times and then she bent over and started sucking on the head of it.
"Oh, you suck so nice," he told her. "Keep doing it, baby. Just like that. I love it. Suck me."
She was mouthing him now with urgency and passion. As she continued licking his long, shiny penis, he wanted her to play with his balls, too. Fumbling in his pants he pulled out his testicles.
"Play with them while you eat my pecker," he begged her.
She gave him the erotic ball massage he sought. He thrilled to the sensation of her fingertips sliding around.
"Suck me," he begged, "suck me real good."
She was sucking smoothly now. The passionate arousal that he received hot him stimulated even more. Gripping her head he held her in place as he lewdly fucked her face.
Jan got so excited that she could hardly hold back. Wildly she let her mouth travel from the tip of his cock to the base. And all the while she thrilled his balls with her finger movements.
Chapter 7
When Steve's cock exploded in her mouth, the sucking secretary gulped hungrily.
He made it a point to hold her head in place as he shot his wad in her face. He didn't want her to spit any of it out.
Once she had finished devouring his cock juice, she slipped off his penis tip.
"Are you satisfied?" he grinned.
She nodded. "I guess I'd better be running along now. I wouldn't want to interfere with your important business work."
"I always put pleasure before business," Steve smiled.
That evening when he came home, Melinda was in a rotten mood.
"How's everything, dear?" she asked him.
"Just fine, love," he assured her.
"No hanky-panky?" she smiled with a certainty.
"No way," he assured her. "I've been a good boy. You don't have to worry about me."
"Oh, but I do, dear," she assured him. "I don't trust you one bit."
At that point Steve thought he'd had enough.
"Mentioning trusting," he said evenly, "I don't know how far I can trust you when I'm at work."
"You can save your obscenities for the four walls," Melinda informed him as she coolly left him alone.
Once Steve was alone, he realized he shouldn't have gotten so uptight. He had no idea what Melinda was up to but he was worried.
In the meantime, Melinda decided she was going to go looking for sex. If her husband could fool around with women he picked up anywhere he could, she could do the same thing, too.
She went to a cozy neighborhood bar called, Tim's Office. It was a very attractive bar with low-key lighting. She sat down on a bar stool and hoped that some young tiger would come over and put the make on her. She was disappointed, however, when a gray-haired older man sat down by her and began complimenting her on her appearance.
"Buzz off," she told him.
"You don't need to get nasty," the older man told her abruptly. "Some day you're not gonna look so super, either, honey. Your tits will sag and you will wish that you could have a man like me. I happen to be a mature, sophisticated lover. And I would know how to take care of a tart like you in bed."
"Drop dead," she shrieked.
At that point she left him. She was about to go out the door when she noticed a nice-looking Latin enter. She was attracted by his brown eyes which seemed to penetrate her.
"What's your rush?" he smiled as he looked at her.
"Oh, hi," she smiled.
"Hello," he said in a mellow voice, as he glanced at her physical adornments.
She was pleased that he had responded to her. And she was determined that he was not going to get away from her.
"You know, baby," he told her, "you and I could chat and have a good time together."
She agreed. "There's some character that's trying to put the make on me over there," she said, glancing over her shoulder. "I'd like to clear out of here, if you don't mind."
He agreed and they left together.
"There's a place down the street," he told her, "that I think you'll like. Giovanni's Bar."
"Oh, I've heard a lot about that place," she told him. "I think it would be fun to go there."
Now she was prepared to go with him. And he was equally exhilarated at the prospect of having a good time with her.
"You know, baby," he told her when they were finally seated in an intimate comer at the Giovanni Bar, "you really have sex appeal."
"Apparently you're awfully horny," she told him.
"I'm horny," he admitted, "but you are beautiful. I mean, you have an inner glow that surfaces and radiates all over you,"
"Stop it," she giggled. "Of course, it's the truth, but you shouldn't be so bold in telling me."
At that point he introduced himself.
"My name is Paul," he told her, "and what is yours?"
"Melinda," she smiled her best.
Paul's hand went to Melinda's thigh. He patted her affectionately.
"Melinda," he told her, "I hope you're a real swinger. You know the kind I mean. A woman who appreciates life and what it was meant to be."
"Of course I do," Melinda nodded quietly. "As a matter of fact, baby, there's nothing I would love more than getting together with you sexually. You really have a lot of sexual appeal."
"I think I do," he told her.
She was pleased to have him paying so much attention to her.
"Baby," he smiled at her, "how would you like it if I sucked you all over? I'm a natural tongue man."
"You sound so perverse," she replied. "You shouldn't talk that way to a lady."
He turned around and laughed.
"Where's the lady?"
That struck Melinda as very funny. Boldly she reached under the table and gripped his cock.
"I should be in the movies," she laughed. "The girl in that picture, Shampoo, wanted to suck the guy's dick off. And that's exactly what I want to do to you, darling. I want to suck your cock. I hope you don't mind."
"That's fine," Paul said quietly, "but not here. Our society is changing, but it hasn't gone that far yet."
"Where can we go, baby?" she asked hungrily. "I want to lick you and suck you and have you fuck and suck and lick me. Oh, baby, I can hardly wait."
"Quit drooling," Paul told her. "We could get in trouble if we tried anything here. I mean, we can't be too careful about it."
"You bet we can," she smiled knowingly.
At this point Paul's arms went around her. Just then the cocktail waitress came over to ask for their drink order.
"This is a bar, not a motel," she told them. "Now what do you want to drink?"
"I don't think I want anything to drink here," Paul told her flatly, "if you're gonna act that way about it. At least, you could be subtle."
"Subtle, my ass," the waitress told him. "You're always bringing chicks in here and buying beer and leaving. I don't dig that scene. You could at least have bough some hard liquor."
Paul felt she was greedy.
"If you weren't a woman," he told her, "I would-"
"You would what?" the waitress confronted him boldly. "I dare you. Just lay a finger on me. I've got a good lawyer."
Turning to Melinda, Paul asked her if she'd care to leave.
"I certainly do," she assured him. "And that waitress can get lost."
"Look hustler," the waitress quipped, "I've seen your kind before. I don't want you dirtying up our good reputation."
"Good reputation, my ass," Melinda said as she got to her feet. "I'm no hustler. I'm a married woman."
"What are you doing out with that man?" the waitress asked her. "Paul is always bringing any chick he can pick up in here. Your husband ought to know what you're doing, darling. Why should he support you when you're running around throwing your pussy at every man you meet."
Finally the bartender came over.
"Let's stop all this bickering," he said good-naturedly. "Just because Paul wants a piece of ass and you are jealous 'cause he doesn't put the make on you anymore, doesn't mean he can't sit here and drink. I'm gonna fire you, Betty, if you bother him again."
Betty walked away in a huff.
"I guess you're quite the Romeo around here," Melinda observed."
"A few girls do like me," he admitted quite candidly.
Now he was eager to discover just exactly what she had in mind. Melinda simply explained that her husband did not want to make love to her the way she wanted him to. She said she liked to love Greek style and the French way. Paul understood. She didn't have to say another word.
"So you've got ants in your pants to screw with me," he smiled.
"Baby, I'm smitten on you," she said as she patted his cock again.
The waitress picked it up. She turned to the bartender.
"You're gonna lose your liquor license," she warned him, "letting people carry on like that in a respectable bar."
The bartender said nothing. Paul went over and left him a five-dollar tip.
"Thanks for telling that worthless waitress to stop giving me lip," Paul told him as he left.
He picked out a nearby motel. It wasn't anything fancy. It had a big sing up front, "Waterbeds And Color Movies."
"Do they show fuck films here?" Melinda asked eagerly, like a small girl.
"You bet your ass they do," he told her. "And they tell it like it is. You would really enjoy the films they're showing here, honey."
He registered as man and wife while she waited outside. Going back to the motel room, Melinda looked at Paul with longing in her heart.
"This is going to be an interesting experience," she told him. "I need a sex teacher. Are you gonna teach me?"
"You bet I am," Paul told her. "I'm gonna teach you how to make love. A lot of people don't know how. They don't understand how important the mouth is."
Paul was getting a big charge out of her innocence. And he also was eager to discover just exactly what she expected. When they got inside their room she immediately jumped up and down on the waterbed.
"Take your clothes off first," he told her. "I'm not paying out all this loot so you can just jump up and down on the bed. Baby, I want to see what those tits look like naked."
It didn't take her long to expose her huge bosoms to his view. It stimulated and aroused Paul to glance at her gorgeous breasts.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "your tits are tremendous."
She was glad that he was impressed with her.
"You're beautiful," he told her, "and I'll bet you, baby, we are gonna have a good time getting acquainted."
As they both undressed, Paul gave a turn to the controls on the color television set. Immediately an erotic picture came on the screen. There was a good-looking black man lying on his back. A gorgeous white gal with flame-red hair was down around his crotch. The camera closed in on the girl's hands as she slipped them under his black buttocks. Then the camera zoomed in on her tongue slipping to the black man's tight anal opening.
"Watch that," Paul laughed. "See what she's doing with her tongue. That's what I want you to do, baby. And that's what I want to do to you."
Paul pulled back the bedspread and the blanket and top sheet of the waterbed.
"Hop aboard, baby," he told her. "Fuck time."
She looked at him and lusty desire and craving filled her heart. She had come prepared. She had her pussy jelly in her purse. She had some KY that she'd brought along in its tube that a lover could use on his penis in the event he wanted to slip it to her from behind. She lay there now, watching the television screen just as Paul told her to.
"That chick has. a lot of technique in her tongue," he informed her. "You see how she swings around his asshole. She's gonna slide deeper and deeper. She's gonna get him more and more aroused. Isn't that beautiful?"
She had to agree that it was indeed an erotic sight to see the tongue sliding into his asshole.
"Suck his ass, honey," Paul called out to the man. "Now you're doing it. Suck ass."
It got her aroused just looking at it.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told him. "Now you're doing it. That's the way. Come on."
The tongue stabbing up the rectum apparently was giving him all of the sensuous excitement he could ask for. At this point the tongue gliding up the asshole kept him entertained.
"Eat my butt just like she's eating his asshole,"
Paul lay back on the bed. He raised his ass up on pillows so she could easily slip her tongue right up his rectum.
"Eat my butt," he insisted.
She spared nothing now. Her tongue swung to his tight anal channel. Out of the corner of her eyes she watched the redhead on the television screen sucking the black man's asshole. She duplicated the tongue movements herself.
"Oh, that's sweet sucking," he told her. "Baby, you're beautiful. You're doing it just like I like it. Come on, honey, keep your tongue swinging. Now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Tongue it."
He was becoming more and more aroused. The erotic pleasure that he felt at this pitch of passion had him shaking.
"Come on, ass eater," he told Melinda, "lick it. Stick it up there."
Paul's crude ways disturbed her. Nevertheless, she tried to control herself and not object to anything he said. She had promised him that she would entertain him any way he requested. Melinda was trying to make good on her promise.
As her tongue swing up his rectum all the way, just as he wanted her to, she noticed the woman on the television screen was reaching for the black man's gigantic penis. Paul ordered her to do the same thing.
"Reach for my cock," he told her, "and pull on it."
Reaching forward for his penis, she pulled on it slowly.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Baby, you are beautiful. Pull on it. Faster. That's just like I like it. Pull on my pecker."
With methodical movements she pulled Paul's enormous penis up and down.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "does that ever feel super. A rim job and a jerk-off. Keep it up, darling."
She was pleased that she had made him so excited and so happy. She went on pulling on his penis and tonguing his hot, tight asshole.
It wasn't going to be much longer before his cock exploded.
"When she eats his pecker," Paul told her, "I want you to slide your mouth over my dick stick. And I don't want you to take it off until I've squirted my sperm in your mouth. And, baby, none of this crap about not wanting to finish. You not only suck, you swallow."
Her mouth moved up and down now as she held his ass higher at a new angle so she could penetrate further up his rectum.
Now as the girl on the television screen moved her mouth from the black man's behind to his cock, Paul ordered her to do likewise.
"Lick my pecker," he begged her.
She reached for his cock and pulled on it smoothly.
"Pull it off," he told her. "That's what I want you to do. Pull my pecker."
She stroked his huge penis.
"Beautiful," he told her. "Now you're doing it. That's like I like it. Jerk it."
Paul was getting his jerk job. He loved the sensation of her hand pumping on his penis. Melinda was determined that she was going to please Paul. She knew it wouldn't be easy as he expected plenty. However, she tried to watch the excellent demonstration of cock sucking on the television screen.
Letting her mouth travel from the base of his penis to the tip, she was giving him some great erotic satisfaction.
"Come on," he ordered her, "suck it for me. That's the way I like it. Now you're doing it. Keep it up."
Her head bobbed up and down the length of his penis shaft. When she noticed that the girl on the television screen was fingering her lover's asshole, Melinda decided she ought to do the same thing.
Letting her index finger slide up Paul's behind while she let her mouth move up and down the length of his penis, pleased him.
"Now you are sucking," he told her. "And you're doing a super job. Keep it up. Ohhh, cock eater."
Reaching out, he gripped her head and held her in place. He threw one leg over her shoulder. His hot inner thigh pressed against her cheek.
"Oh, baby," he exclaimed, "I love it when you blow me like that. Keep it up. I can't stand it. Suck me. Suck me off."
She was sucking at such a good tempo that she knew it couldn't be much longer until he got his gun off.
"I'm going to feed you a good load of cum," Paul promised.
Raising his other leg over her shoulder, he went on jabbing her mouth with his long penis. She enjoyed the sensation of his thick penis sliding down her throat. She wanted to feel his juice shooting into her. She wanted to suck it all out.
"Yes, yes," he cried out in sexual ecstasy, "I'm cuming. Swallow me."
Sure enough, Paul shot her his wad. His hot, sweet sperm juice tasted marvelous to her.
"Eat it," he ordered her. "Yes, baby, yes. Suck and swallow it."
Once she had finished servicing him, she eased her mouth off his shaft. Just then the television screen switched. There was a beautiful girl with her legs outspread and the same black man was going down on the girl. He began with her breasts and licked down to her pussy. Instantly Melinda picked up on this scene.
"Now that's the type of picture I like," she smiled. "I think it's time for you to entertain me."
Paul didn't have to be persuaded. For he was eager to demonstrate what he could do with his tongue.
Chapter 8
Immediately, Paul was on top of Melinda. Straddling her, he began with her mouth. He pressed his lips hard against hers. He licked her lips. Next he inserted his tongue in her mouth. She was sucking him. When he finished giving her a French job, he moved down to her bosoms. He massaged one breast, pinching the nipple as he licked the other. She loved the feel of his tongue sliding over her great breasts.
"Ohhh, darling," she told him, "you don't know how wonderful that feels to me. Reach down now and play with my pussy."
Steve was in her mind. But Paul was here in bed with her. She wondered what Steve would do if he knew. However, she tried to erase all thoughts of her husband.
Now Paul's finger invaded her pussy. Her pussy muscles grabbed.
"Yes, yes," she cried out ecstatically, "I love that. Oh, baby, finger me."
His finger continued gliding inside of her. And his mouth moved to her other bosom. He nibbled her nipples and he got her so excited she was starting to juice. Observing this, Paul figured it was time that he get down to her crotch. He raised up her ass cheeks. He licked her bare buttocks. She enjoyed the tantalizing excitement of his tongue licking at her ass crease. Paul spared nothing. His tongue slipped into her asshole. She enjoyed being tongue fucked.
When he had finished eating out her ass, he gently caressed her pussy slit. She liked the sensation of his tongue slipping back and forth across her vagina.
"Yes, baby, yes," she begged anxiously, "I love that. Keep doing it, darling."
Paul's persistent tongue lashes at her pussy got her more aroused. Soon she was starting to cum. His tongue reached inside her. His hands clasped her ass cheeks. He squeezed them affectionately.
"Eat my box," she told him anxiously. "Lick me.
She thrilled to the sensation of his tongue sliding in her velvety vagina. She couldn't get enough. His hands reached out and held her bosoms as he went on eating her pussy.
"Eat me," she urged him passionately. "That's what I like. Do me, darling."
He continued tonguing her vagina. And at the same time he eased his index finger into her asshole. She enjoyed the dual sensations of a finger sliding up her rectum while his tongue plunged rhythmically into her pussy.
"Oh, you pussy eater," she panted, "lick it. Love it. Make me cum. I want to cum over and over."
Paul's passionate tongue laps aroused her completely.
"Lap it up," she panted. "Oh, baby, eat my pussy. That's just the way I want it. Suck me. Do me.
The erotic sensations that he felt now kept him vibing.
"Eat me," she cried eagerly. "Suck me. Yes, baby, yes, suck my pussy. Oh, honey, you're on fire."
Paul's tongue was indeed on fire. He licked in quick, darting movements.
"Suck me," she pleaded passionately. "Suck my pussy. I love it when you do that. More, baby, more. Don't ever stop."
He kept on licking and sucking and nibbling at her crotch. It got her more and more aroused.
"Yes, baby, yes," she begged him, "that's what I want you to do. Now, darling, now."
All of the sudden she was juicing. Paul's hot tongue lapped up Melinda's pussy juices.
"Don't take your tongue out of my box, baby," she begged. "Keep it there. There's more where that came from. The well hasn't run dry."
Paul was pleased that she was this eager to give him the erotic arousal he sought. He was enjoying, every sticky moment of her delicious cuming.
When he had finished eating her, he finally pulled away. As he did so she looked down at him. She couldn't help but observe his long, shiny penis.
"Your pecker fascinates me, tiger. I want to lick it again."
"Maybe I want to stick it up your asshole," he told her. "How about that?"
She was more than willing now to give him an opportunity to fuck her ass.
"All right," he agreed, "HI do it. You don't object, do you?"
Melinda moved off the bed. She got out the tube of KY.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked her as she uncapped the tube and spread some of its slippery contents into her hands and began applying it to his firm penis.
"I'm gonna massage this into your cock so it'll slide up my asshole easy," she explained. "You'll enjoy it more, too."
It felt so good to have the slippery substance on his penis that he suggested she apply it to his balls as well.
"All right," she grinned.
She applied the lubrication to his testicles. Now he was ready.
"On your knees and bent over, baby," Paul said with a delighted smile as he prepared to screw her asshole.
Melinda got in the middle of the bed on her knees. Paul got behind her. Wasting no time, he mounted her. Grasping her right, ready buttocks, he eased his slippery shaft between them.
"Relax," he suggested grimly.
"Much easier said than done," she quipped quickly. "That's a big pecker you're gonna slip up my tight asshole."
Paul laughed as he drove forward.
"I hope it's tight," he assured her.
As he rammed forward, he felt the sexual electricity flashing through his body. It did feel fantastic to have his long, hard cock going into her.
"Fuck, baby," he told her excitedly. "Fuck it good."
He drove in regular, deep thrusts. She enjoyed the sensation of his hard cock plunging up her asshole.
"That's the way I like it," he told her excitedly. "Come on, baby, fuck it."
With determined strokes he went on stabbing into her. She was becoming more and more aroused.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
With eager cock jabs he went on screwing into her tight rectum. Her hot ass cheeks appealed to him. He liked to squeeze them as he rammed it to her.
"Yes, baby, yes," he gasped as he pumped into her, "twist it for me."
Melinda ground her hips around.
"Just like that, darling," he told her. "I love it. Now you're doing it. Come on, baby, fuck."
She was more than happy to cooperate with him.
"You don't know how good that feels to me," he told her. "Come on, baby, grind your ass around."
She accommodated him by twisting her hips.
"Yes, baby, yes," he begged her, "fuck it. That's how you do it. Puck. Fuck it."
With determined cock strokes he continued thrusting. She was so excited now she was trembling.
"Feel of my breasts while you're screwing my ass," Melinda suggested.
Bending over, he pressed his chest against her back. His hot hands gripped her bosoms. With vigor and delight he rammed it up her asshole.
"Oh, baby," he told her excitedly, "you're beautiful. I sure like screwing you. Fuck it."
All at once his cock exploded in her asshole.
"I'm aiming," he exclaimed excitedly. "Ohhh, baby, milk my joy stick."
Melinda's ass muscles tightened on his long, hard dock. She was squeezing all the juice out of his penis head.
"Fuck me," she begged him passionately. "Don't stop, Paul. Sock it to me!"
Paul was determined that he was going to provide her with all of the erotic excitement she could handle. His slippery cock was still hard. With a deep, driving cock stab he went on slamming into her ass. His hands still clasped her bare bottom now. And he was riding her. Melinda knew how to bend all the way over. In this manner, she had pleased her husband. She felt that Paul might enjoy it, too. Paul's big balls bounced against her bottom as he socked it up her ass.
"I don't know why I enjoy this so much," he admitted, "but I do. Oh, baby, you sure know how to grind it. Fuck it."
With determination he continued assaulting her asshole. She was getting more and more aroused.
"You're beautiful," he told her. "I love it. Now you're doing it. Fuck it."
He enjoyed the fact that she wanted it so badly. And he determined that he would get his cock to explode in her ass once more.
"Keep drilling it in me," she requested. "I love it. Keep it up, baby. That's the way. Now you're doing it. Just like that."
His hard cock went on slamming into her ass.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you don't know how super that feels to me. I love it. Yes, baby, yes. Fuck me.
Paul went on passionately plunging his penis into her asshole. All of the sudden he did get his gun off again.
"You're a real pistol," she panted. "Pistol whip me with your pecker. Keep it going."
Paul's persistent penis stabs pleased her so much she knew she would cum, too.
"Play with my pussy, baby. I'm almost there. Feel of me."
His hand reached for her pussy. He inserted his finger and felt her gripping pussy muscles. He fingered her for a moment or two, then easing his cock out of her cum-coated asshole he let her roll over and spread for him. Straddling her now, he prepared to get some entertainment for himself.
"Massage my ass while I eat your box," he told her.
She reached up to grip and massage his buttocks. At the same time she toyed with his testicles. He liked the feel of her hot hands clasping and playing with his ass cheeks as he ate her pussy. His tongue surged inside of her. He flipped it back and forth across her clit. She thrilled to the sensation of his tongue sliding like this.
"Ohhh, I can't stand it," he panted. "You're beautiful. Baby, kiss my ass. Lick it."
She was so worked up at this point she would do anything Paul requested. Melinda's mouth pressed on his buttocks. Alternately she kissed his ass cheeks and licked them. While she was licking on one buttock and caressing it with her tongue, she was massaging the other ass cheek. Paul enjoyed this erotic arousal. At the same time, his tongue passionately slipped into her pussy. He flipped it back and forth across her clit. She enjoyed this erotic arousal.
"Yes, yes," she panted, "keep your tongue driving in me. I'm almost there. I love this."
He was determined that he was going to bring her around.
"Yes, yes," he cried anxiously, "I love that."
It wouldn't be much longer until he was cuming. This was the point of erotic arousal he was waiting for.
"Suck my ass," he told her.
Her tongue invaded his hot, tight asshole.
"Slide it in all the way," Paul panted.
Now his tongue found its goal. He was licking her love button again. Fingering her asshole and sucking on her clit got her there. As her pussy juices flowed freely, his mouth pressed tight in suction-cup style. He was devouring her. She loved having him suck her like this. At the same time she enjoyed tonguing Paul's hot, tight asshole. She went on massaging his bare ass cheeks while she tongued his asshole.
Now he pulled out of her. His finger withdrawing from her rectum and his tongue slipping from her delicious pussy, he rolled over.
"I sure found a good one tonight," he told her.
"You were horny," she smiled.
"It's more than that," Paul assured her. "You're such a loving woman. You come on like a child, Full of excitement and wonder and delight. So many women can't appreciate a man's body. And so many men can't appreciate a woman's body. They don't realize where the pleasure lies. You've got to cut loose."
"I couldn't agree more," she assured him. "It is important that both persons go at it with all of their heart and soul."
Now she looked at him as lusty desires invaded her once more.
"Baby, is there anything more you want?"
"I've always wanted a woman to suck my feet," he told her. "Do you want to go down there and suck on my feet? Lick them. Then suck on each toe as if it were a penis. I'd love that. Especially the big toe."
Even though she had never thought of this as a point of erotic pleasure, she decided she would satisfy this bizarre carnal request made upon her by Paul.
She swung around and got down there. She gripped his foot. She licked the sole of his foot. Then she started on his small toe, licking and sucking, working up to the big toe. When she came to the big toe, she treated it just as if it was his penis. Paul loved this. She gripped his other foot as she sucked without mercy.
"You're a wild sucker," Paul assured her. "You're willing to try everything. Oh, baby, keep that up. You are driving me ape."
From the corner of her eye she could glance up and see what he was doing. Paul was jacking off now while she was sucking on his big toe.
"Try my other foot," he told her.
She moved to his other foot. She repeated the same process. She licked the sole of his foot. Then she worked her tongue around his toes. She sucked first the small toe and worked up to his big toe. Now she was licking on his big toe. Also, she sucked it. Paul got hotter and hotter. She observed his hand jerking on his throbbing male member.
"Oh, baby, I can really enjoy jacking off while a woman is debasing herself on my feet," he admitted. "I don't know why, but it excites me."
Apparently it did. For Paul had one hand cupping his big balls and his other jerking without mercy on his penis.
"Keep it up until I shoot off my rocks," he insisted.
It wasn't easy to keep sucking on his big toe. She had been doing for a couple of minutes and he still hadn't gotten his pecker to shoot its wad.
Paul went on pulling lustily.
"It won't be much longer now," he assured her. "Just keep that up. That's the way I like it. Now you're doing it. Just like that."
She went on arousing and stimulating him.
"Yes, yes," he cried anxiously, "that's what I like, darling. Now you're doing it. Keep it up."
All of the sudden his hot penis exploded. Its juices surged all over his body.
"Ohhh," he groaned, "that is fantastic. Oh, baby, you don't know how good it feels. Keep sucking my toe."
She kept sucking on Paul's toe as his cock finished shooting its load.
Melinda looked up and saw his stomach covered with his own sperm.
"Lick it off me," he begged her.
Pulling up to Paul's stomach, she licked the creamy cum off. He enjoyed the sensation of her tongue tickling as she licked his cum load.
"Oh, baby," she told him, "you're super. I enjoyed eating you."
"We're gonna have to get together again," he assured her.
"But I'm married," she told him, "and I don't know whether my husband would permit it."
"Damn it, why didn't you tell me in the first place?" he asked nervously.
"Because I didn't know how you'd take it," she explained.
"I'll tell you how," he told her. "I don't want to fuck around with you anymore. When I first heard you were married back at that bar, I thought your husband was the kind of dude who let you play around. If he doesn't I don't want to fuck around with you. I enjoy screwing and all, but I don't want to get my brains blown out for a blow job."
"You do have a point there," she nodded.
"You bet your sweet ass I do," he told her.
Chapter 9
When Melinda got home, Steve was furious.
"Where the fuck have you been?"
"You've been drinking while I was gone," she told him.
"What else could I do?" Steve slurred. "Run away and leave a hustler like that? After all I've done for you."
"Yeah," Melinda laughed, "you've played every dirty trick on me you could. So many, in fact, you'd almost think you were running for president."
"I don't find that funny," he told her.
"I found myself tonight. It was in a motel room where they showed dirty movies."
"Did you discover you were a natural-born hustler?" Steve blurted furiously. "That's what I think you are. You've been milking me for money from the day you accepted the engagement ring."
"Don't mention that worthless ring," she reminded him. "I found out it was an imitation diamond."
"Yes, but I delivered a real pecker to your pussy, didn't I?"
"You've been giving me the shaft ever since you first screwed me in the back seat at that drive-in movie," she told him, "and I have no respect for you."
"I have no respect for you, either," he told her. "Not since you told me you screwed the first time with your little brother, Teddy."
"Don't mention Teddy," Melinda glared. "You promised you would never bring him up."
"I'm breaking promises tonight," he told her. "I'm gonna clear out of here in the morning. I'm gonna chart a new course for my life."
"When you set sail from here, honey," she reminded him, "you're gonna find the cargo is half as heavy as it is today. I mean, you're gonna give me half of what you've got or else."
Steve thought grimly about it.
"Trying to threaten me?"
"Trying to counsel you, dear," she told him frankly. "I want to wise you up to reality. Apparently you've been living in a dream world."
Melinda realized that she had stopped him from getting any angrier. As Steve thought more soberly about what it might cost him to have to unload her, he was kinder.
"Let me tell you something," he told her. "I don't care who you've screwed around with, I've got a hard-on."
"So that's what I come home to," she quipped. "A husband who wants to screw me."
"I've got my fucking rights," he reminded her.
As Melinda took off her clothes and Steve caught sight of her full, round bosoms and curvaceous ass cheeks, he vowed he was going to fuck her and fuck her fast.
"You sure look nice to me," he told her. "I don't mean to be cross, darling, but I am getting hot for you."
She crawled into bed with him. No sooner had she gotten into bed than he was astride her.
"Let me slip it in your pussy," he told her.
He brushed his thick, rigid cock across her fur-trimmed triangle. Then bending over, he rammed forward. Her pussy muscles clutched at his stabbing cock.
"Fuck me," she pleaded passionately. "Fuck me."
He was ramming into her now with deep, hard strokes.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's the way I live it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
With powerful penis stabs he went on ramming into her.
"Yes," he exclaimed, "baby, you're really fucking Lock your legs around mine. Come on, let's screw."
Melinda enjoyed it. Her hands reached down to cup his round ass cheeks. She squeezed his buttocks as his penis hammered into her pussy.
"Yes, yes," she panted passionately, "I love it. Fuck me. Fuck me."
She enjoyed the sensation of his slippery, long cock gliding into her. And she liked to let her hands wander from Steve's broad shoulders down to his trim hips. She liked to clasp his ass cheeks. She enjoyed squeezing them. It gave her a sense of fulfillment as her pelvis pumped in rhythm to his thick prick stabs.
"Love me?" she smiled.
"If I can forgive you," Steve said, still not willing to give in on the fact that she'd been disloyal and accept it.
She didn't care. She brushed her big bosoms across his chest.
"How do you like that, tiger?"
"You're really igniting my dick stick," he told her, "and when my fuse gets lighted, baby, it explodes."
She was pleased with the fact that she could give him such supercharged excitement. She was eager to have his thick juices explode in her pussy. She always enjoyed his sperm eruption.
"I'm almost there," Steve told her. "Hang tight, baby. You're gonna ret it any minute."
He continued thrusting. She felt the cock exploding and she let out a cry of passionate pleasure and satisfaction. Her finger plunged up his asshole as she parted his buttocks. At the same time she joined him juicing. Her hot pussy juices flowed freely.
"Oh, baby," she told him, "keep screwing me. I want to cum again."
Apparently Steve had been horny and Melinda felt guilty. She knew what her wifely duties were. She also knew that he could get a judgment against her in court if she didn't supply him with his sexual requirements. Therefore, she considered it a part of her marital responsibilities to give him a good fuck.
Her pussy muscles continued clutching at his sliding penis.
"Fuck," he panted as he went on screwing her. "Oh, baby, do my asshole, too. I love the feel of your finger slipping up my butt."
Melinda was proud of the fact that she had learned how to slide her index finger up her husband's tight anal channel. She recognized this was giving him a healthy, wholesome, prostate massage at the same time he was driving his long penis into her.
"Baby, my balls are on fire," he panted as he went on jabbing it into her.
Melinda's breasts continued swaying back and forth across his chest.
"Screw me," she begged him. "Honey, let me feel it. I want it. Every fucking, sucking inch of your dick. Let me have it."
Passionately she cried out as he went on thrusting.
Plunging in as deep as he could, he got his gun off.
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed happily. "Screw it, sweetheart."
She was pleased to finish giving him his wild fuck he desired so much.
She withdrew her finger from her husband's asshole. Next, Steve pulled his penis from her pussy. He got to his feet and went out into the living room to get another drink. She was following close behind.
"Steve, you old drunk," she fumed, "you're not gonna have another one."
"Don't call me an old drunk," he shook his head angrily. "You are a nympho. Do you understand? Nympho!"
"What is that?" Melinda asked before she could get angry.
"You don't know what a nympho is?" Steve said snidely. "You aren't very well educated."
"No, I don't know the dirty-word vocabulary," she assured him, "and it's probably just as well."
"Nympho is short for nymphomaniac," he said tightly, "and that's what you are. A woman who can't get enough fucks. You can't satisfy her. You could stick a salami in her and she still wouldn't be satisfied."
"Well, it would depend on the size of the salami," Melinda said, keeping her cool.
"You are awful," he told her. "You're evil. Ever since you've come into my life you've been a curse."
"I think you've got me mistaken with Eve," she laughed. "You're putting me into the Garden of Eden."
"You were never in Paradise," Steve told her. "You were always a wicked woman with carnal lusts. And they have driven you crazy."
"That's not a very nice thing to say," she told him, "but I forgive you because you apparently don't know any better."
The more she talked the more outraged Steve became.
"Baby," he quipped quickly, "I'm gonna get even with you. One way or another I'm gonna cool your wagon."
Melinda paid no attention. Instead, she went to bed on the living room sofa.
"You snore," she told him, "so sleep by yourself."
The next morning she didn't even bother to get up. When he made such a big fuss, she did. She burned the toast and put in to the table anyway.
"Burned toast," he fumed. "I didn't many you to nibble on burned toast."
"Why did you marry me?" she asked him quite frankly.
"Because I wanted a wife."
"And what did the services of the wife encom-
"Cleaning, cooking, fucking."
"All right, so I'm no good in the first two categories," she admitted candidly, "but other men tell me I'm one hell of a fuck."
"Well, that's the only thing you are good at," he complained. "The problem is you're always screwing around with other men besides me. I think I ought to put a padlock on your pussy."
Steve left for work that morning and Melinda was left alone. Maybe he should put a padlock on her pussy, she thought. She couldn't help but feel those strange hot urges as she thought of other men that she would enjoy going to bed with.
That morning the TV gave out and she called the TV service repair company. They sent out a young man that afternoon and she got to talking to him.
"What do you think about the new sexual liberation movement?"
"I think it's long overdue," he told her truthfully. "It's about time men and women could enjoy their bodies as they want to."
"I couldn't agree with you more," she told him frankly. "As a matter of fact, I think it's ridiculous that people have made such a fuss about fucking. After all, if a person wants to get a good screw, why shouldn't he?"
"How true?" she agreed.
At that point she told him that she wondered just how broad minded he really was. He looked at her curiously.
"Are you trying to tell me something?"
She nodded and smiled at him.
"As a matter of fact, tiger," she grinned, "I would be interested in having sex with you. I'll bet you're a good fuck."
The TV repairman felt shy and embarrassed to have her speaking to him like this. He was a twenty-four-year-old college graduate and he couldn't find a job. So he had gone into television repair work. However, he had no idea that older women could become so bold.
"Are you afraid that you're impotent?" she asked him with a sardonic smile playing about her lips.
"You don't have to worry none about my pecker," he assured her. "I could entertain you any time I want to."
"I just wish you would, darling," she whispered, "because I've got a real hot box, if you know what I mean."
He nodded and smiled.
"I know what you're talking about," he told her, "and if you really want me to fuck you, I guess I could."
She was delighted that he seemed so eager for her to carry on with him.
"Now, baby," he smiled at her, "you just go into the bedroom and take off your clothes and stretch out on the bed and I'll stick it in you."
Melinda walked into the bedroom. Slowly she removed her clothes. When the TV repairman came into the room, she observed him unzipping his fly and pulling out his penis.
"You've got to take off all your clothes, too, honey," she told him.
He didn't want to do this.
"I don't even know your name," she laughed. "I shouldn't fuck with men whose names I don't know. It's against house rules."
He laughed. "You've broken a lot of rules, lady," he told her, "so why are you getting so fussy all of the sudden?"
"You've got a point there," she agreed.
Now he was more than ever willing to discuss his desires.
"I want to make you do everything to me," he told her. "Do you give good head jobs?"
"Only the best," Melinda said, licking her lips.
"I want you to lick my cock and suck on it," he informed her.
"I'll do that, darling," she assured him.
Now he was eager to have her carry on with him.
"Baby," he told her, "I'll give you a good fuck. You don't have to worry about that."
She wasn't worried. She could hardly wait to have him give her some erotic excitement. At this point he took off his shirt and tossed it aside. She observed his broad chest and realized he was a well-built man.
"I want to give you a good time," he told her, "and you'll get a good suck and fuck out of me."
She still didn't know his name. And it seemed against her Puritan principles to give a blow job to a man hose name she didn't know.
"Please, tell me your name," she urged as he slid out of his shorts and came at her bare ass naked.
"Just call me the anonymous Cock," he smiled.
Finally she wormed it out of him.
"My name is Kevin," he told her.
"All right, Kevin," she told him, "shove me your cock. I want it."
Kevin straddled her and pointed his penis at her mouth. But she didn't want that first. She wanted to give him some unusual erotic kicks.
"Let me lick your nuts and suck your asshole first," she suggested.
Kevins didn't stop her. He was pleased that she wanted to carry on like this. Her hands clasped his bare buttocks. Her tongue slid along Kevin's ass crease. He liked it most when her tongue stiffened and stabbed right up his rectum.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "That's the way I like it. Come on, baby, suck it."
Kevin was completely thrilled over the prospect of having a good suck job. He enjoyed her hands caressing his bare buttocks. But what he licked most of all was the magnificent way her tongue twirled about his anal opening. He wanted her to stick her tongue right up his asshole. She didn't waste any time.
"Oh, yes," he begged her anxiously, "suck my butt."
Her tongue finally eased up his tight asshole. He loved the erotic thrill of her tongue gliding up his butt.
"All the way up my asshole," Kevin demanded.
Her tongue surged up his rectum. He enjoyed the sensation immensely.
"Yes, yes," he cried anxiously, "I love it. Suck my asshole."
Passionately she let her tongue slide along his butt.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Lick it. Yes, baby, higher."
She plunged her tongue higher up his asshole. He got more and more excited.
"You'd better lick my balls now," Kevin said as he pulled off her tongue.
He swung his big, hairy, swelling balls in front of her nose. She sniffed the delicious aroma of his crotch. She let her tongue flip along his testicles. This was what she wanted. Another man. And she was getting him. Her mouth opened and she eased his balls in her mouth and sucked on them. She loved the exciting sensation of his balls in her mouth. She was sucking smoothly now.
And then she released his balls and opened her mouth to accept his slippery penis head. Guiding his rigid cock into her mouth, he thrilled to the fantastic sensation of her sucking on him.
"Suck my pecker," he told her. "Suck it. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Suck me."
He enjoyed the erotic thrills of having her tongue and teeth and mouth give his penis shank a work over. He let his cock slide in harder.
"Come on, cock eater," he begged, "give me a good suck. Baby, I want to fill you full of cum. Eat it."
All at once Kevin's cock exploded. The hot, delicious cream erupted in her mouth.
"Eat it," he exclaimed. "Suck, baby, suck."
He enjoyed the erotic satisfaction now.
"Suck it off," he told her. "Suck. That's the way to do it. Oh, sweetheart, suck it off."
He was getting hotter and hornier for her. He wanted to spill his sperm load in her mouth. He wanted to see her sucking him up.
"Ohhhh, baby," he whispered, "does that ever feel good. Keep your mouth moving. Yes, yes. I want you to do me."
All at once his hot cream erupted.
"Eat me," he cried anxiously. "Suck, baby, suck. That's how you do it. Suck it out. Get every drop of it."
His hot sperm surged into her mouth. She gulped hungrily.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Suck it. Eat me.
Kevin's passionate sperm shot into her mouth. She gulped greedily.
"Ohhh, sweetheart," the TV repairman panted as he pumped his cock down her throat, "what a super suck job."
Chapter 10
Now that Kevin had enjoyed getting his cock sucked off, he was eager to try different things with her. For she had gotten him so aroused that when she finished blowing him he pulled his penis out of her mouth and he recognized he still had a hard-on.
"You've got me too excited," he grinned as he looked at his erect male member.
"You're a horny baby," she told him. "I guess you need some more screwing."
Kevin nodded.
"Did you ever try ass fucking?"
He shook his head. "No, I never found a chick who dug that," he admitted.
"I do," she told him. "That is, if you don't get carried away. A lot of you guys get so hot to fuck that you go bananas."
"Don't worry," he told her. "I'll control myself."
She got a jar of Vaseline. She dipped her finger in and ran it back and forth across his huge shaft.
"Now fuck," he told her.
She applied the slippery lubrication to his cock until she recognized he wanted to stick it in her and could hardly wait. She got on all fours and let her ass angle up to make it easy for Kevin to slip it to her.
"Baby, you're begging for it," he told her.
She nodded and smiled. Gripping her buttocks, he eased his cock right up her asshole.
"Fuck it," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
With a determined cock stab he rammed it into her.
"That's the way I like it," he told her. "Come on, baby, twist your butt for me."
Kevin was fucking her up the asshole like an old pro. He knew exactly how to do it. He gripped her buttocks and squeezed them tightly.
"Yes, baby, yes," she whispered, "I want it. You don't know how much."
As he went on passionately plunging his slippery cock up her rectum, she became so excited her body was shaking.
"Keep screwing me," she begged him passionately. "That's how I like it. Now you're doing it. Fuck it."
He let his penis thrust up her ass without mercy. As he rode her rectum, his balls banged against her behind.
"Do you like ass fucking?" she asked Kevin.
"You bet I do, baby," he assured her. "It feels super to stick my pecker up your butt."
He continued gliding into her. And she let her hips churn around.
"Now, baby, now," he told her excitedly, "that's just like I like it. Fuck. Fuck it."
With determined cock stabs he continued thrusting.
"Yes, yes," she cried anxiously, "keep it up."
Nobody had ever fucked her like this. His young hard penis pleased her. She couldn't help thinking of Steve's tired cock. How many times there were that he couldn't give her anything. At last she was getting the carnal satisfaction she craved.
"Sock it to me," she begged. "Let me feel it. I want every fucking inch of it."
He continued driving his thick prick up her ass. Then he bent over. He reached for her breasts. With each hand cupping a breast, he squeezed. This pleased Melinda.
"Baby, you're beautiful," she told him. "I love it when you do that to me. You know how to excite me. Yes, yes."
The erotic frenzy he felt now proved to him one thing. He could enjoy this kind of sex. He determined that he would find another woman who would allow him entrance up her asshole.
"I'm almost there," Kevin informed Melinda. "Hang in, honey. Oh, baby, it's beautiful. Twist like that. Yes. Now, now!"
All at once his cock exploded. Hot, white juice spurted up her asshole.
"Ohhh, beautiful," she groaned as she felt his slippery cock sliding and exploding in her.
When Kevin pulled his thick prick from her asshole he was tired. He had given her a wild ride.
"Oh, baby," she whispered, "you know what I'd like now?"
He nodded. "I'll bet you want my tongue in your twat."
"Why not?" she smiled as she straddled him.
She wasn't going to waste any time. She pushed her muff to his mouth. Kevin's tongue slid along her slit. He enjoyed this erotic sensation.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you're beautiful. That's what I want. I love it."
The sliding tongue movements had him going. Next her hands reached out to grip his head. She locked her legs around his buttocks. Pressing her thighs to his cheeks, she squeezed him.
"Come on, pussy eater," she panted, "suck me. Suck my box, baby. Lick me. Oh, darling, just like that."
Kevin was giving her all of the erotic satisfaction she could ever desire.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "That's just like I like it. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Fuck me. Fuck me."
He was totally aroused now.
"Yes, yes," he cried out anxiously, "you have no idea how much I'm enjoying this. Oh, baby, push it to me."
She pushed her muff to his mouth still closer. His tongue licked inside of her.
"Yes, baby, yes," he urged her on, "that's what I like. Now you're doing it, darling. Suck me. Suck it."
She was sparing nothing. And he went on thrilling her every way he knew how.
"Baby," he whispered enticingly, "lick me. That's how I like it. Do me."
The erotic pleasure that he was deriving from this kind of kinky sex surprised him. For Kevin had never found a woman who was half as wild as Melinda.
"Lick my love button," she panted passionately. "Do it. Up and down. Use your tongue."
His tongue flipped around her clit. She thrilled to the erotic sensation.
"Eat me," she begged anxiously. "Suck me. Yes, yes. Lick me quick."
Passionately his tongue swept into her. He was licking and devouring her now.
"Ohhh, baby," she whispered enticingly, "you don't know how good that feels. Yes, baby, yes."
As he finished licking and sucking her pussy, he finally pulled out. She looked at him adoringly.
"No one ever ate my box like you did, baby. I needed it."
Kevin looked at his cock. It was hard again. He moved down so he could get at her pussy.
"I'm gonna have you now," he told her.
Straddling her, he let his cock gently brush across her fur-trimmed triangle. He enjoyed the sensation of his penis brushing over her vagina. But she even more enjoyed the erotic fulfillment of his penis plunging into her pussy. Melinda's pussy muscles grasped at Kevin's thick manhood.
"You've got a tight twat," he congratulated her.
"I do exercises to keep it that way," she informed him.
As he went on thrusting into her pussy, her hands glided from his shoulders down to his buttocks. She clasped his ass cheeks and squeezed them. He thrilled to the feel of her fingers around his bare behind. Parting his ass cheeks, she massaged his ass crack. And then she let her index finger slip up Kevin's tight asshole.
"Fuck me," he smiled at her. "Go ahead, honey, fuck my butt."
She kept her finger gliding up Kevin's asshole. He enjoyed this erotic sensation.
"Oh, wow!" he exclaimed. "That's what I like. Now you're doing it. Fuck it."
At this point she pulled her finger from his behind. She clasped his firm, round, flexing ass muscles. She squeezed them as she felt him driving deeper into her womanhood.
"I'm gonna make it again, baby," he informed her excitedly. "I never got so aroused before. Fuck me. Fuck me."
Seconds later his cock exploded. Melinda ground her hips around as her pussy muscles clamped on his cock.
"Yes, yes," she begged anxiously, "that's what I want. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me."
Kevin continued thrusting his huge, bold penis into her. She was shaking like a leaf now. She could hardly stand it.
"Oh, baby, you're beautiful," she groaned. "Screw it."
His thick prick exploded. Her pussy muscles clutched at his cock. She massaged all of the juice out of his long, hard penis.
She still clung to his ass cheeks as he finished screwing. Finally she released her grip on his buttocks. He pulled out of her.
"I wish I would be in your husband's shoes."
"Steve doesn't appreciate me," she said sadly.
"He ought to be horsewhipped," Kevin shook his head grimly. "A guy who has a dame like you to service him ought to be glad. What's wrong with him?"
"That's a very good question," she agreed grimly. "It's a pity that he doesn't appreciate what he has in me. I've tried to be a good wife."
"I can tell you have," Kevin winked.
He looked at the clock on the night stand and recognized that he'd better get on his route.
"I have four more stops today," he told her, "and I'll never get my work done if I don't quit fucking you."
"Promise me you'll come back," Melinda begged.
"When your TV goes whacky, lady," he laughed, "I'll come back and fix it for you."
Kevin had dressed and gone and now she was left alone. She had only her pussy muscle exerciser to use.
She got it out. She slipped it into her vagina. She pumped forward. It did feel good. She wished that she had bought the one that would fit into her asshole as well as her pussy. It seemed a shame to have all of that pleasure going to waste.
As he went on shoving it into herself, she imagined what it would be like if she was a scarlet lady. Her mother used to talk about it. And it bothered her. Her mother used to say she probably would wind up as a scarlet woman. She had. Now she was going after any man she could get. But she still wasn't charging. She wondered if she could get a man to pay for her pussy. That would be the ultimate proof that she really was worth something. She had heard plenty about men who were willing to pay for sex. She wondered how much a man would pay to stick his cock in her pussy. As she went on shoving the dildo into herself, she groaned in delight. She didn't hold back. Why should she? She had read enough psychology books about the importance of giving vent to one's emotions.
"Fuck me," she cried out, "fuck me."
Only the four walls could hear her. But unfortunately, they couldn't reply. This was what troubled her. She wished someone was there to enjoy her lusty, passionate cries.
"Fuck me," she moaned as she went on stabbing the dildo into her twisting pussy hole.
Her pussy muscles clasped the thrusting plastic penis. The brochure that came with the dildo explained that it was a marvelous way to keep the pussy tight. She was going to have a tight pussy tonight all right. That would mean Steve could get his rocks off if he wanted to. But she didn't care to bang around with him much more. He was getting to be a big bore. He couldn't keep up with her desires. After all, he said he just wanted to fuck her every week or so. It really burned her up to think that he wasn't more considerate. If he was half the man that he should be, he would get some vitamins that would build up his balls. Then he could satisfy her. It was selfish of Steve not to be more considerate of her requests. Thoughts like these whirled through her mind as she went on driving the plastic penis into herself.
She cried out in erotic delight to be fucked.
"Screw me," she begged, "screw me."
The plastic penis continued gliding into her. She was getting more aroused every moment. It felt so good to have it slamming inside.
"Fuck me," she cried anxiously, "fuck me. That's what I want you to do. Come on, baby, fuck me. Yes, yes."
The erotic thrills that flashed through her body had her on the brink of a juicy, sticky climax. What a pity all of this pleasure and no one to share it with. But she'd find someone. If she had to go out and search, she'd find someone. She knew she could and she would. She would still have time for another fuck before Steve came home.
She went on thrusting the plastic cock in her willing, twisting, tight pussy. Letting out a howl of pleasurable ecstasy, she juiced.
"I'm cuming," she cried excitedly. "Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes!"
She had made it. What a triumph. She felt like writing a letter to the manufacturer of the dildo to tell them how much she had enjoyed using their ingenious invention.
"Ohhh," she groaned as she twisted back and forth, letting the dildo slide hard into herself.
Finishing, she pulled put and went to the bathroom and washed it off. She tucked it back in the dresser drawer. She didn't want Steve to find it. He might think she was a sex maniac or something. She knew she wasn't. She knew she simply had a wholesome sexual appetite like any other normal woman. It was disturbing to her to think of herself in such a light.
She slipped into her blue lace panties. She didn't bother with her bra. As she lay there, she began thinking of who she might get to bed down with her. If the garbage disposal had gone out, she could always call a repairman. Unfortunately, it was still working. But she'd think of something, she reasoned.
Chapter 11
No sooner had she finished taking a shower than she bounded out of the house, headed for the supermarket. There was a young, good-looking box boy that she had her heart set on having. He had paid quite a bit of attention to her. She figured he must be in his late teens. At least she wasn't robbing the cradle, she rationalized.
She got a few items at the supermarket and then she asked the young boy to help her with them out to the car.
"Sure, I'll help you, lady," he told her.
When they got to the car, she had to be quick about her sexual overtures.
"I'll bet a good-looking young fellow like you has all the girls going crazy over him," she observed.
Allen nodded and smiled proudly.
"I am rather popular."
"I can see why," she said, giving him the once over and smiling.
"Do I turn you on?" Allen asked her bluntly.
"You don't turn me off," she giggled.
"All right, lady," he told her, "if you're interested in buying me I'll give you a crack at my cock. It'll cost you twenty-five dollars."
"What are you talking about?" Melinda shuddered at the thought of paying for sex.
"Look," he explained, "women used to charge. Now they have male go-go dancers and I think guys ought to charge for turning a trick. After all, it takes my prick to stick in you to give you a good time. Am I right?"
"You're crude but correct," she nodded. "Your place or mine?"
"Mom would kill me," he teased, "if she thought I was dating older women."
"Why?" she asked him. "Is she trying to save you from something?"
"Because she plays around with older men," he explained. "They like to shack up with her and pay her. Ever since dad left us for some worthless slut, mom has gone the sex-trip route."
"That's too bad," Melinda shook her head.
"Takes all kinds," Allen told her.
"How will you get away from here?" she asked him frankly.
"I'll figure out something," he told her.
Allen went back to speak with his boss. He explained that his mother had called him and had an emergency problem he had to help her with.
"I don't like you taking off," the boss told him bluntly, "but I guess you have to help her."
He left and came back to the car where Melinda was waiting.
"Wonderful," she smiled at him. "We'll have a lot of fun."
"I know we will," he assured her.
He got in her car and she drove quickly to her home.
"We want to finish before my husband can come in and catch us," she told him.
"Hey, I don't want to get in anything like that," Allen told her anxiously.
"You don't have to worry about a thing," she told him. "He always comes home late. Anyway, we have a couple of hours."
Allen became reluctant to go with her. He had been warned by his mother not to get trapped in a sexual triangle.
"Why do you want another cat besides your husband? Can't he take care of you?"
"Dear me, no," Melinda told him frankly. "He is such a dullo in bed. I need a man who can really satisfy me. I hope you can, honey."
"Haven't had any complaints," Allen assured her.
When they got to her place, he helped her with the groceries into the house. She gave a glance in both directions to see if the neighbors were watching. She didn't see anyone.
"What are you looking for?"
"Just checking to see if any of the neighbors saw us," she told him.
"We should have gone to a motel," Allen suggested.
"You have a point," she told him, "but now we're here. Let's use the time to good advantage."
When they got into her bedroom Allen became mercenary.
"I always collect first," he told her frankly.
"Certainly," she smiled at him.
She was eager to see just how big Allen's cock was. Judging from the way his pants were bulging out around his penis and his balls, she was certain she was not going to be disappointed. She wasn't. When the boy pulled off his pants and his shorts and his gigantic male member flipped into view, Melinda felt her mouth watering.
"You're well hung, honey," Melinda assured him.
Going over to him she gripped his cock and pulled on it slowly.
"Do you want to suck on my meat?" he suggested.
"Yes, darling, I do," she assured him.
Now she was eager to slip her mouth around his cock and give him a blow job. When she was totally nude, she dropped to her knees. Affectionately she let her tongue run the length of his penis. He enjoyed the erotic feeling of her tongue gliding across his cock head.
"Suck me," he told her.
Her mouth moved back and forth as she sucked on his long, hard cock.
"I love that," Allen assured her. "You sure know how to give a guy a good cock suck."
Allen reached down to grip her head and hold her in place. He fucked her face with delirious excitement.
"Eat it," he panted as he pumped it to her. "Suck the tip of it. Now you're doing it. Get the juice, sucker. Ohhhh, eat it."
He was pleased to force his thick prick down her throat.
"Now you're doing it," he whispered enticingly. "Lick it. Just like that, love. Baby, you're beautiful. Suck if off. Suck, baby, suck."
All at once his thick cock was ready to unload in her mouth.
"Eat me," he cried anxiously. "Suck it. I want you to swallow it."
The young teenager didn't have to tell Melinda to swallow his cum load. For that was the part of the sexual act of fellatio that she enjoyed most of all. It was the ultimate connection. The intimate lust for his juicy sperm. Letting his penis slip down her throat, he held her in place.
"Come on, cock eater," he panted as he pumped it to her, "now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Suck, baby, suck. Come on."
She was sucking now with magnificent mouth movements. She held onto his cock and entertained him just as he enjoyed it.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he told her.
All at once his thick penis exploded. A stream of hot cream shot down her throat. She tickled his balls and fingered his asshole as she finished gobbling his cum load.
He was pleased with the magnificent way she had sucked.
"It sure felt super to have you sucking on my pecker," he told her.
"Why thank you, love," he smiled.
Now she stretched out. She wanted to feel the young boy's lusty tongue licking her all over.
"How are you in the pussy-eating department?" she smiled as she patted her moistening mound.
She spread her legs wide so he could glance down at her. Allen bent over her. It didn't take him long to get what he wanted. Parting her pussy crack, he let his tongue slide inside of her. He gingerly flipped it around her love button.
"That's what I like," he told her. "Oh, baby, you know how it's done. Lick it."
He was providing her with every erotic thrill he knew how.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her excitedly, "that's how you do it."
His tongue swung to her clit. She thrilled to the delicious sensation of his tongue sliding up and down her love button.
"Eat me," she cried anxiously. "Suck me, baby. Now you're doing it, darling. Suck me. Suck my pussy."
He clasped her ass cheeks tightly. She enjoyed the feel of his hands caressing her bare bottom. But there was still something Allen hadn't done that she enjoyed so much.
"I'll raise my ass up, Allen," she suggested, "and I want you to lick my buttocks, too."
Allen pulled his tongue from her pussy. He flipped it to her ass crack. She enjoyed the erotic thrill of his tongue slipping along her pussy now as he worked toward her behind.
"That's the way to do it," she panted as she raised up her ass cheeks to make it easy for the young teenager to finger her asshole.
Allen's finger found her rectum. He slid it in smoothly.
"Yes, baby, yes," she begged him anxiously.
As he fingered her rectum, she twisted around and around. And then he licked her buttocks. She was waiting for him to slide his tongue right up her asshole.
"Up my butt, baby," she told him eagerly.
Stiffening his tongue, Allen finally slid into her asshole.
"Finger my pussy while you fuck my ass with your tongue."
It was becoming an educational experience for Allen. He was pleased and delighted that he had been able to get her so excited.
"Suck my asshole," she panted. "Suck it, ass eater. Go ahead, right up my butt."
Allen tongued out her tight ass. He began thinking of what a lot of fun it might be to fuck her asshole. He'd never done anything like this before. Apparently he was dealing with some kind of sex maniac. But it didn't bother the young boy. He thought he had to learn about these things sometime some way. Finally, when he observed her pussy dripping droplets of love juice, he withdrew his tongue from her rectum and gingerly slid it back and forth across her vagina.
"Ohhh, that's beautiful," she groaned. "I love it."
Her pussy tasted wonderful to him. But Melinda hoped that he would keep licking. He didn't disappoint her. His tongue flipped into her velvety vagina. He let the tip of it tickle the neck of her womb.
"Eat me, baby," she begged feverishly. "Yes, lover, yes. I like it. Now you're doing it. Oh, honey, do me."
With passionate longing, he went on entertaining her.
"Baby," she whispered enticingly, "you don't know what you do to me when you love me like that. Oh, come on, sweetheart, eat me."
The erotic frenzy that she felt now kept her aroused. She threw her entire body into the pussy-eating performance. She threw her legs over his shoulders. She pressed her hot thighs against his cheeks. Her fingers gripped his head. She ground her hips and pumped her pelvis forward.
"Eat me," she cried anxiously. "Yes, yes, that's what I want you to do. Eat me."
The passionate longing that she experienced now told her everything.
"Ohhh," she groaned, "suck my pussy. Baby, you don't know what you're doing to me. I love it when you lick me like that. That's it. Eat me."
Nibbling her clit got her gushing. With suctioning tight lips pressed adoringly against her pussy, he sucked and ate her box all the way.
The moment he pulled out he told her what he wanted to do.
"You've got me so worked up," he told her frankly, "I want to suck your ass again and fuck it."
"Yes, baby, yes. Anything you say. Anything you say."
Immediately his tongue swung to her asshole again. Stiffening it, he stabbed it right up her asshole and screwed her with his tongue as if it had been transformed into a penis. She enjoyed the erotic thrills of his tongue gliding into her asshole. But she was waiting for the magic moment when he would shove his thick prick up her rectum.
"I want to feel your dick sticking in my ass," she suggested. "I would love that. Baby, you've got to do me.
Allen spit in his hand. Applying his own spit to his penis, he brushed the tip of it against her ass crack. She didn't care. At this point she'd take him any way he wanted to ram it into her.
"Love me," she cried in a frenzy of sexual ecstasy.
"Yes, baby," the young teenager whispered in a low, husky voice.
All of his manhood was being drawn into her as he slowly eased his thick, long penis up her tight, hot, willing asshole.
She wiggled as his thick penis slid up her rectum.
"Fuck me," she begged passionately. "Fuck me. Oh, baby, that's what I want. Now you're doing it. Fuck."
With delirious excitement he went on slamming his thick penis up her asshole. She loved it.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her excitedly, "you don't know how good that feels to me. I'll fuck you. Sure."
Bending over, Allen brushed his hard chest against her soft bosoms. She loved the sensation of his chest pressing down against her breasts.
"Give me your love," she whispered enticingly. "All of it, darling. Keep it up. That's what I like. Now you're doing it. Love me. Fuck me."
Passionately he continued thrusting his long penis into her. She was twisting now on his thick prick.
"Stick it to me," she panted.
With feverish lust, the young boy went on slipping his cock up her asshole. She had never know anything quite as arousing and satisfying.
"Yes, yes," she cried.
She was giving him all of the action he could ask for. It seemed as if he couldn't get enough of it.
"Do me," he told her excitedly. "Yes, baby, yes."
All of the sudden Allen's cock exploded. The hot, white sperm juices shot up her ass.
"Ohhh, that feels so good," she groaned in delight. "Oh, baby, you don't know how much I enjoyed that."
He eased his cock out of her cum-slippery asshole. He looked at her as a small smile formed on his face.
"You got turned on with me, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did," she admitted.
"You ought to buy me a bike," he told her.
She looked at him angrily.
"I don't like you," she told him quite frankly. "You want to use me. You've got a hell of a lot of nerve."
"So have you, lady," he told her. "I'm still a minor. I guess you don't have much of any character."
"But you're fucking with me," she reminded him. "Aren't you responsible?"
"I'm too young to know what I'm doing," Allen laughed.
The young boy got dressed and left her. Half an hour later her husband Steve came home. She was still stretched out in the bed, exhausted from a day of fucking. He came into the bedroom and looked at her.
"What are you doing here naked?" he demanded.
"I enjoy being naked," she told him.
Chapter 12
Steve wanted to screw her. Just looking at her lying there got him excited. He undressed quickly. Slipping out of his shorts he stroked his cock a couple of times.
"You've got me horny," he warned her. "And you're gonna get fucked."
"I guess it's a husband's right," she said mistily.
Steve wanted to slip it to her from behind. He got some Vaseline. As he eased his slippery cock up her asshole, he got a big job. It slid too easily.
"You're loose," he told her.
"I was just getting ready for you," she told him.
"What were you doing, working out with somebody else?"
"Do you want to know the truth?"
"I'm not certain," Steve told his wife. "I can tell better after you tell me what you've been doing."
"I took on the TV repairman," she fumed.
"That's nice," he complained. "And I was hoping to look at a football game tonight."
"You've got a nerve," she said angrily. "You're more concerned over a damned football game than over who's been screwing me."
"Yeah," he admitted candidly, "I suppose that's the truth. I know the outcome of your sex game. You'll take on any cock you can get. But I don't know the outcome of the football game."
"Damn you," she exclaimed. "Have you no decency?"
"As much as you've got," he told her.
"Thanks a lot," she said as she rolled over.
As he caught sight of her ass he figured it would be fun to screw her there.
"Baby, I would like to take my revenge. I would like to stick it up your butt without the help of any lube job."
"You're a monster," she fumed.
Now that he was naked and behind her, he was determined he would mount her.
"Have a heart," she begged him.
"I'm sorry," he told her, "I don't have a heart. I've just got a hard-on and that'll have to do for now."
Gripping her firmly he plunged his long, hard shaft up her ass crack. She let out a squeal of pain and protest.
"What the fuck are you trying to do to me?" she objected.
"Screw you," he told her. "That's what. Now lie back, baby, and enjoy it."
His long, hard penis thrust up her asshole. She twisted and turned. "Stop it," she protested. "Damn you, stop it."
She hated the feel of it sliding up her. Nevertheless, she confessed she had to accept him.
"Oh, baby," he told her anxiously, "it feels so good. I like to hear you cry out in pain. That's part of my pleasure."
"You're a sex animal," she shrieked. "I hate you, I hate you!"
"More, more," he laughed. "Oh, baby, the more uptight you get the more pleasure I get."
When it was obvious to her that he was telling the truth, judging from the way he was slamming up her asshole, she figured she'd better keep quiet. However, Steve still wanted more.
"Grind your ass around," he demanded. "I want to feel it moving. That's better, baby. Now you're doing it. Just like a pro. Come on, baby, fuck it."
She thrilled to the way he went after it finally. Her ass muscles were stretched. And she was actually enjoying it.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "I sure like your butt. It feels super. Twist around."
She ground her hips around.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Just like I love it. Come on, baby, fuck me. Fuck me."
Steve was happy and excited. She was giving him just the kind of erotic excitement he felt he had coming.
"Yes, yes," Steve cried as his thick prick rammed in up to the hilt. His balls were ready to explode now. He knew it. His breath was coming fast as his heart pounded rapidly,
"I'm cuming," he exclaimed excitedly. "Oh, baby, I made it. Fuck. Puck."
The delicious excitement of what he was doing had him spinning. He was shooting his hot, white spray up her asshole.
Once he had finished giving her the fuck she wanted down deep, he pulled out. Rolling over, she looked at him.
"I've got some good news for you," she told him.
"What do you mean, good news?"
"Simply this," she smiled proudly. "I had sex with a young teenager. And he enjoyed it. Isn't that wonderful?"
Steve was frightened. He knew that his wife had gone too far.
"Do you realize what you've done?"
"Of course I do," she assured him. "I've helped educate one of our youth."
"You miserable slut," he said as he paced the floor. "You're a molester. Damn you, you could get thrown in jail. If there is anything that could get you in trouble, it's that. How would you like to be locked up and have the jailer throw away the key?"
"That would depend on the jailer, of course," she quipped.
"I don't find it funny," he told her.
"You never did have a sense of humor," she reminded him.
Steve was worried. He knew that he had to make his wife understand what a revolting thing she had done.
"Why don't you take me out for dinner tonight?" she suggested slyly.
"Reward you?" he shrieked. "For making our life a holy hell?"
"Baby," she chided him, "you're getting too uptight. You need to relax. Maybe you should have a drink."
"I should have my head examined by a shrink," he told her. "I must have been out of my mind to marry you. You're really something."
It was obvious to him that he had to teach her a lesson.
"I'm sorry, honey," she told him finally. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble."
"People who do some of the worst things don't mean to cause any trouble," he explained to her, "but you've got to wise up and look at reality. Honey, don't you understand?"
"I guess so," she told him.
"You don't understand anything," he shuddered. "You apparently have lost sight of your morality. There was a time I could trust you. But I can't anymore. You have no character."
"I think I'm quite a character," she laughed.
Steve got dressed and left her alone. He went to the neighborhood bar. The bartender called his attention to a girl who was sitting at the end of the bar.
"What do you think of her?" he asked anxiously.
"Good-looking blonde."
"She's cool," the bartender told him. "I've had her. She suck and fucks and will do everything. Even lick my asshole. She'll lick yours, if you'd want it."
He suddenly had a wild idea.
"Maybe I should hire her to teach my wife as lesson."
"Having troubles?"
"You bet your ass I am," Steve admitted. "My wife is really a problem child. She wants to play around. She says she doesn't care if I do. But I know it's just talk. I know she'd get jealous as hell if I came home with a nice chick who wanted to give me a good time. I ought to do that. Make her lie there and watch me having fun."
"All right," the bartender told him, "why don't you extend her an invitation?"
Steve laughed as he took his drink and walked to the end of the bar. The gorgeous, dazzling blonde that was sitting there was everything but the homebody type. She had breasts that popped right out of her blouse that would turn any man on.
"How are you doing, beautiful?" he asked her with a smile.
"Just fine," she cooed deliriously and knowingly.
He bought her a drink.
"I've got a problem," Steve told her.
"Doesn't every man?" she asked, glancing down between his legs.
"Yes, I've got that problem, too," he told her, "and I'm sure that you could take care of me. But the problem I'm thinking of, baby, is this. I have a wife who is so beautiful that her vanity has gotten the better of her. She needs to be brought down to earth."
"If you expect me to do any les action," the girl told him frankly, "that's not for me. I have a few principles. Not many, but that's one. I don't screw women."
"What gives?" Steve asked her. "I never mentioned you fucking with my wife. I want you to fuck with me."
"I'm sorry," she apologized, "but I had a miserable time last night. Some horrible guy takes me home to his wife and expects me to ball her. Can you imagine such a thing? Hands me a dildo and tells me to strap it on and fuck her."
"So what did you do?"
"Naturally, I fucked her," she explained. "A girl has to earn a living. But it's not my line of trade. That's a specialty number."
"You're interesting," he told her.
"Also available," she laughed. "What's your name, tiger?"
"Steve," he smiled, "and what's yours?"
"Anne," she told him.
"All right, Anne," he told her, "get your fanny off that bar stool and come home with me. You've as much as got fifty bucks in your purse."
"You sure I don't have to do any perverse things?" she asked him.
"Not anything you haven't done before," he assured her.
"All right," she agreed.
When he got home he introduced Anne to his distraught wife who was still lying on the bed bare-ass naked. Only now she was loaded. She had a drink on the night stand that she'd just finished. Looking up at Steve she slurred her words.
"What did you drag home, honey?"
"I told you," Anne reminded him, "I won't fuck your wife."
"What are you talking about, you lecherous thing?" Melinda demanded. "I wouldn't consider having sex with another woman.
"Just clearing the atmosphere, honey," Anne smiled.
At this point Steve stripped. Anne did, too.
"That's fifty in advance," she smiled quickly.
He paid her. Then they got in bed.
"Well, I like that," Melinda complained. "You've sure got a nerve to bring another woman here. After all I've meant to you."
"That's a laugh," he told her. "You've never been loyal to anyone but yourself and you know it. Now you just watch and see how a good woman fucks and sucks. Anne, you can do anything. You name it and do it."
"Have you got any honey in the house?"
"Sure," Steve told her.
He got off the bed and went into the kitchen.
When he was out of the room, Anne turned to Melinda.
"Your husband thinks the world of you," she told her. "I'm just here as a foil. I'm supposed to get you jealous. I just thought I'd clue you in. You have a good husband. Be loyal to him."
"Thanks for telling me," Melinda smiled without humor.
Returning with the honey container, Anne made no bones about what she wanted to do with it.
"On your back and up your ass," she told him.
He got on his back. With his legs upraised, she wasted no time inserting the nozzle of the plastic honey container right up his tight anal channel. She squeezed it.
"Now, baby, doll," she told him, "I'm going to lick it out. I always did enjoy a honey-coated asshole."
The beautiful blonde girl first rubbed her big bosoms over his buttocks. Then she let her tongue slip this tight ass crack. Easing her tongue right up his rectum, she was soon tongue fucking him. Anne enjoyed the taste of the honey in his behind.
"Eat me, baby," he begged anxiously. "Now you're doing it, darling. I love it."
Passionately she went on tonguing out his ass. As Melinda watched, she became more and more uptight. She thought it was so unfair of Steve to do something like this. However, she tried to exercise all the self-control she knew how. It wasn't easy.
When she had finished giving him a tongue job, she let her tongue lightly lash across his balls. He enjoyed the erotic sensation of her tongue slipping back and forth across his swelling, hairy testicles.
"Eat my pecker," he told her anxiously.
Opening her mouth, she let Steve slip his huge, thick prick into her.
"I hope you're real hungry," Steve smiled, "because my balls are loaded."
She assured him that she was when she eased her mouth off his penis tip.
"You didn't have to answer with more than a nod," Steve told her. "Don't pull away again. I enjoy it too much having your hot mouth on my big dick."
She went back to sucking on him. Steve reached down and held her in place. He threw one leg over her shoulder as he fucked her face furiously. Melinda was outraged. What an indecent thing for him to do, yet she had to admit to herself that she had done as bad. She began getting a true glimpse of herself. She could see how he could look at her. She had made a disgusting spectacle of herself. She had done something terrifying carrying on with a teenager. She wanted to tell him now. But her husband was lost in his passionate frenzy. Steve's hands gripped Anne's head. He held her in place as he wildly throat fucked her.
His big cock made it difficult for her to breathe. She tried her best.
"I'm almost there," he panted as he went on pumping. "Oh, baby, eat me. Yes. Now you're doing it. Just like that. Keep it up, keep it up."
It wasn't going to be much longer before he was cuming.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. I love it."
All of the sudden his cock exploded.
"Ohhh," he exclaimed, "I'm cuming."
Steve's hot, white juice splattered in her mouth. She gulped greedily, sucking it noisily.
"Do you have to slobber so much?" she asked Anne.
Anne did not reply. She was too busy. Anne finally did take her mouth off him and she looked at Melinda.
"If you like him so much, why are you disloyal to him?"
"To keep women like you in business," she quipped quickly.
Anne knew that wasn't the truth.
"Now, baby," Steve suggested, "how about letting me lick you? Give me that honey,"
Anne was more than willing to roll over and spread her legs. Smoothly Steve slid the plastic honey container nozzle into her pussy. And then squeezing it, he bent over. He licked the honey off her slit. Then he let his tongue slide inside and he licked her in hungry, darting tongue movements. Anne put on quite an act. She felt she was contributing to a needed service to him.
"Ohhh, keep it up," Anne begged. "I love your tongue. Tongue it."
Anne came seconds later. She was Used to responding quickly. It gave a man's ego a good lift. And after all, that was her business. The ego business via the sex trip.
When he had finished sucking on her pussy, Melinda thought she had taken all she could.
"Get out of my house," she exclaimed. "This is my sacred home. I won't have it broken up by a slut."
Anne laughed.
"You've got a gift of gab," she told Melinda, "but the truth is you're the molester. Your husband told me all about you. Wise up, honey, you could serve time for that."
Anne dressed quietly and left. Melinda looked at Steve. She was stone sober now.
"Forgive me," she asked him. "I made a big mistake. I'm really sorry."
"I'll forgive you on one condition," Steve warned her, "and listen close."
"Anything," she responded eagerly.
"I don't want to ever catch you playing around with anybody again," he told her. "Never. I promise you I won't either."
"Oh, baby," Melinda exclaimed happily, "that worthless bitch brought us together. I should send Anne a thank-you note."