The last rays of fading sunlight shown off the weather-beaten red brick. Outlined in the greyness of dusk, the Skyline Motel stood waiting. A brightly burning neon sign announced its presence to the passing stream of automobiles, yet few unfamiliar vehicles entered the parking lot.
With darkness, the Skyline Motel became alive with activity. The cool, night air refreshed the surrounding Nevada clay, baked dry by the burning desert sun. The spinning wheels of a long, black Oldsmobile kicked gravel into the air as its headlights flashed beams of brilliant light across the nondescript exterior. The rumbling sounds of the car's powerful engine echoed in the half-filled parking lot Joan Nichols hesitated before switching off the ignition of her car. As she sat in the semidarkness, her long, manicured fingers locked around the steering wheel, she felt familiar pangs of guilt mounting within her. She hated the urging passions that brought her to the motel She hated her desperate search for satisfaction, the lusting needs directing her every move.
With a smooth, sudden movement, Joan pulled the key from the ignition switch, pushed forward on the door handle, and stepped from the air-conditioned comfort of her expensive car.
As she walked to the entrance of the Skyline Motel's lounge, the hem of her ultra-short skirt rose high on her thrillingly smooth thighs. She could feel a cool breeze caressing the marvelously burning skin of her legs.
Pushing through the heavy glass doors, Joan's high heels clicked loudly against the highly polished, tile floor. As usual, the woman's presence in the dimly lit bar caused more than a few turned heads. Curling a warm smile on her lips, the thirty-year-old housewife made for her favorite stool.
"Nice to see you again," Charlie Brooks said, setting down a thick, cardboard coaster on the bar before her.
Joan smiled at the ruggedly handsome bartender as her fingers played with the brightly colored disk. The sexy wife could see the man's penetrating eyes taking in the softness of her full, firm breasts. Joan knew he could see the outlines of her hard nipples pressing against the thin, taut material of her sexy micro-mini dress.
"What'll you have?" Charlie inquired, moving his gaze up from the excitement of her huge tits.
"The usual, dear," Joan replied, her voice deep and sexy, softly exciting in the shadowy lounge.
Joan Nichols was a member of a strange breed of women that Charlie Brooks had come to know while tending bar at the Skyline. She was a suburban wife with beauty, money, and a husband more interested in his business than in her. Joan, like so many other bored women, always ended up in the same place. Her fingers wrapped around a tall scotch and soda, waiting to be picked up by some handsome, generous stranger.
Some women whored for the money, but Joan Nichols was in it for kicks. There was nothing as wonderfully exciting as a man paying to touch and feel a body caught in hungry passions. She needed that demonstration of desire. She needed to be paid for the sharing of her body.
"Hello, Joan darling. How are you?"
The beautiful woman felt a warm, softly feminine hand resting against her arm. Quickly turning her head to the side, Joan's eyes took in the exciting loveliness of Stella Bogen, owner-manager of the Skyline motel. The older woman's lips were turned up into a smile, sexy and inviting.
"Don't tell me that husband of yours is out of town again?" Stella asked, her fingertips just barely touching the naked skin of Joan's arm.
"How did you guess?" Joan snapped back sarcastically, lifting the glass to her full lips and taking a deep swallow of the burning liquid. "I'm sorry," she apologized, resting her glass black down on the shiny wooden bar. "I didn't mean to snap at you. It's certainly not your fault that I married the man I did."
"Don't worry about it, darling. I know just what's the matter. It's not good for a beautiful lady to drink alone. You need a little company. And I have just what the doctor ordered."
Stella hurried off into the shadows as Joan's eyes rested on the rounded perfection of the woman's exciting ass cheeks. The motel owner was dressed in a pair of wild hot pants, cut to show off the fullness of her sexy ass. Her long, graceful legs were encased in smoky nylon, and high heels showed her legs off to their best advantage.
Joan could feel adrenalin pumping into her blood stream. Stella knew she needed a man, and could supply one at a moments notice. The lovely housewife felt her heart pounding as she waited to see the man who would own her for the rest of the night.
She caught her breath when she looked up into the hard-featured handsomeness of Dave Dennings face. Stella's arm was wrapped in his as she showed off the magnificent hunk of man to the discriminating prostitute.
"I'm so glad you dropped by, Joan dear," Stella told her. "I know you and Dave are going to get along just fine."
Stella smiled at the housewife as she watched Joan turn towards the stud who she was standing beside. Her eyes drifted down to the younger woman's exposed legs. Squirming around on the bar stool, Joan's tight dress hiked up around her smooth-skinned thighs, exposing the girl's exciting flesh.
"It's very nice to meet you, Dave," Joan said, reaching out to take the man's strong hand in her own.
While she smiled as warmly and invitingly as she could, Joan pulled Dave's hand towards her, letting it rest on her nylon-clad knee. She let the tip of her pointed shoe press against his leg.
Stella Bogen was pleased with herself. Whenever she was able to fix up a little "date" for one of the local housewives, it meant a nice cut of the action for herself. More and more of the motel owner's income was coming from these kinds of deal.
Joan enjoyed the softly massaging fingers of the man she was going to take to bed with her that night. Bending slightly forward, the sexy woman allowed Dave to look down the front of her dress. She wanted him to get the idea of what a great body she had. A triumphant smile crossed her lips as she saw how burning and intense the man's expression was as he looked down between the huge, twin mounds of her thrilling breasts.
"Why don't we sit over there, where it's a little more private?" Dave asked, motioning to a booth in a darkened corner of the lounge.
"Sounds like a great idea," Joan replied, slipping off of the high stool.
Wiggling her hips as hotly as she could, the part-time whore led the way to the shadowy booth. She didn't have to look over her shoulder to see where Dave's eager eyes were focused. She could almost feel the heat of his stare through the thin material stretched taut over the rounded half spheres of her buttocks.
Stella was pleased to see how well Joan and Dave were getting along. She watched them chatting happily for a little while, then turned back to her other duties. Running a motel was a big job, especially when it was as busy as the Skyline was.
Sitting at the end of the bar, Stella had Charlie pour her a tall gin and tonic. As she sipped the drink, the beautiful, forty-eight-year-old woman recalled all the things that had occurred over the past year. She laughed at the irony of life as the ice tinkled happily in her glass.
Stella remembered when the new highway was opened, cutting down on the cars that traveled past her motel. She remembered how frightened she was over losing the business. But then, like all things in life, fate took a hand. Stella was sitting in that very same spot, a year before when everything started to break her way.
"The bartender said you were in charge around here," a short, balding man said, his voice meek and easily forgettable.
Stella looked over the rim of her glass at the stranger. She hoped he wasn't going to make any more trouble for her than she already had. With the new road only open a few days, her business had already dropped off by more than half. Some guy looking for trouble was all she needed to make the day complete.
"Yes, I am," she replied, trying to wear a cheerful smile across her sexy face. "What can I do for you?"
"Is there someplace where we can talk, in private?" he asked, looking around at some of the other patrons standing at the bar.
"Sure," Stella said, hopping off of her bar stool. "Just follow me."
Stella didn't like not knowing what was going on, but she decided to play it through, and see what happened. As she walked, she knew that the man behind her could hear the soft hissing sound of her nylons rubbing together. She made an extra effort to walk sexy, sure that the stranger's eyes were taking in the perfection of her ass.
In her private office, Stella talked with the man for the better part of the hour. His proposition was interesting. It seemed he represented a group of businessmen looking for a place to hold their annual sales meeting. The big hotels in Reno were a little too rich for their blood, and he wanted to know if the Skyline could supply his group with everything they might need.
And his biggest need was women. The man was willing to pay Stella a very nice fee for finding about a dozen sexy chicks for his meeting. And she had two weeks to set everything up. At first, she was a little hesitant, but the more she thought about the deal, the more she liked it On any given night, Stella saw lots of sexy women making pickups in the lounge. Why shouldn't she get in on some of the fast money, she thought. Before she really knew what had happened, the price was set, and the man left a sizable deposit with her.
Getting things together was even easier than Stella had thought it would be. The girls she spoke to were more than eager to pick up a little bread whoring for a convention of tired businessmen. By the time the two weeks went by, everything was set.
Stella closed off the lounge for the night, and tables were set up in the smallish room. The women used the kitchen to get ready while the dreary sales meeting went on. But when it was over, Stella led the girls into the room. There wasn't a man in the place who didn't come to attention when he saw the procession of women filling the room.
Each hot bitch was dressed more excitingly then the next. Some of the stunningly sexy women wore mini-dresses cut just enough to cover their naked cunts. Others wore hot pants that left little to the imagination. And they all wore dark nylons and high heels, showing off their marvelous legs to the very best advantage.
Charlie Brooks was behind the bar, pouring drinks just as fast as he could, while Stella watched the cash register ring up dollar after dollar. Before the night was through, the shrewd businesswoman had made more money than she had the previous week.
And that was the start of new life at the Skyline. The convention couldn't have been more successful, and after that, many girls asked Stella if she could fix them up with a well-paying "date." Stella was happy to oblige, for a twenty percent cut off the top.
Sipping her drink, Stella looked back into the darkened booth containing Joan and Dave. The older woman was amazed at how many wives picked up spare money working on their backs. Joan was one of those housewives. And a beautiful one at that!
Joan was eager to get Dave up to her room. She could tell his strong, athletic body would feel wonderful ramming the hardened length of his cock into her hungry belly. As she sipped at her drink, Joan boldly lowered her hand to the hardening bulge between his powerful-looking legs. She enjoyed the look of shock on his face as her fingers wantonly thrilled the throbbing lump of his cock.
Dave was really getting turned on. He rarely made it with hookers, but the Skyline had the reputation of having the wildest-looking girls in the state. As he stared at the fullness of Joan's tits, and felt her hand doing wonderfully erotic things to his covered prick, he knew the Skyline would live up to all the stories he had heard.
Joan slipped her foot out of her shoe, and began rubbing her toes against Dave's leg. She slipped the very tip of her foot inside the leg of his pants, thrilling the hard muscle of his calf. She watched her man's lower lips tremble to the feel of her nylon-clad skin on his flesh.
"Why don't we go up to my room?" Joan said, leaning close enough for the man to smell the perfumed loveliness of her swollen tits.
Smiling into his eyes, Joan watched the stud pull a thick roll of bills from his wallet, and drop a five onto the table. Not only was Dave Dennings handsome, he was generous too. As she slipped her dainty foot back into her shoe, she pushed her way out of the booth. All thoughts of guilt were gone as she wiggle towards the door to the main building.
Stella happily watched Joan leading her customer out of the lounge. Dave was good for at least fifty bucks, and the Skyline's share of that would be a fast ten. And the night had hardly begun. As she continued sipping her drink, the beautiful businesswoman saw other familiar faces coming into the bar. Both men and women.
Stella slid off of her stool, and began to drift around the darkened room. She greeted all her old friends personally, checking out which guys were looking for some action, and which chicks were up for grabs. Before she was done, several other "dates" had been set up, and Stella could almost hear the register filling with money.
But there were many things to check up on, and Stella attended to each one herself. After all, the Skyline Motel had a mighty big reputation to live up to!
CHAPTER TWO
Dave Dennings followed Joan out of the darkened lounge through the swinging doors leading to the motel lobby. He congratulated himself on the exquisite woman who would be his for the rest of the night. Walking a step or two behind her, Dave allowed his eyes to travel up and down the full length of Joan's stunningly sexy body.
Joan knew just the right way to walk to turn her man on. Her perfectly shaped ass wiggled provocatively as she stepped up to the front desk. The young housewife knew how beautiful she was, an enjoyed the feeling of power her wild body gave her. She knew Dave would do anything she asked, as long as he got a taste of her thrilling flesh.
Chris Hendricks sat behind the desk, looking over some delivery invoices. As usual, she was dressed in a tight-fitting sweater and a pair of blue jeans. Her nineteen-year-old body was matured well beyond her years. Joan saw Dave looking at the swollen outline of the girl's massive, braless tits. The beautiful wife-whore couldn't help but feel jealous. Chris' body was ripe and exciting, like only a well-developed teenager could be. For a moment, Joan Nichols felt the full weight of her thirty years resting heavily on her shoulders.
"May I have my room key, please?" Joan asked, trying hard not to feel threatened by the young girl's wonderful young body.
Chris looked up from the papers in her hand, and smiled back into Joan's pretty face. The young girl had seen the beautiful woman many times before, and knew just what she was doing. After glancing over Dave's athletic body, she turned to a peg board behind her, and reached to a high row of keys.
As she stretched for Joan's key, Dave's eyes strayed to the fullness of her sexy ass. The faded jeans she wore molded her body like a second skin, and the handsome man could just about see the deep crack of her ass.
Joan was getting impatient. She didn't like all the attention Dave was giving the young woman. When Chris handed her the key, the sexy housewife slipped her arm into his, and steered him away from the desk, and the sexy little body of Chris Hendricks.
As they walked away from the desk towards the elevators, the young girl really gave Joan's body the once over with her eyes. Chris knew a beautiful woman when she saw one, and was impressed with her exciting curves.
Chris had been working at the Skyline Motel for two years, ever since she came to live with her beautiful aunt, Stella Bogen. And in that time, the young vixen had learned all the joys of love between two women. Stella had been sure to teach her that.
As she stepped into the elevator, Joan Nichols quickly forgot about the sexy little tramp at the front desk. Dave Dennings was the only thing in her mind as the metal door slid closed behind them. Snuggling against the man's muscular body, she made sure he had nothing on his mind except her.
On the fifth floor, the elevator came to a stop, and Joan guided her man down the wide hallway. Whenever she had one of her little "dates," Joan made sure to get the same room. It was one of the less expensive ones in the motel, and featured the biggest bed she had ever seen before. The marvelous bed couldn't have been built better, for what she had in mind.
The moment Joan locked the door behind them, she wrapped her arms around Dave's strong neck, and pulled herself against his rock-hard chest. The excited tips of her sexy breasts could feel the strength of the man's body as she brought her lips up to his. Closing her eyes, she forced her tongue into the moist heat of her clients' mouth. As the wild kiss continued, the incredible woman ground her hips against Dave's, firing the flames of lust between his legs.
The man's strong hands reached around to cup the wonderful cheeks of Joan's ass. His fingers thrilled to the feel of firm flesh yielding to the strength of his touch. Dave hungrily swallowed the sweetness of the woman's saliva as he enjoyed the eagerness of her full, rich-lipped mouth working against his own.
Joan didn't pull away from the man's embrace until she was sure he had gotten a good feel of her great ass. And as she ground her cunt against his groin, she could feel the hard lump of his ever-hardening cock coming alive to her attentions.
Walking across the room, Joan turned off the bright, glaring light in the center of the ceiling, and switched on the more subtle, shaded light of a small lamp sitting on top of a table beside the bed. Then she sat down into a deep-cushioned armchair, crossing her legs just as sexily as she possibly could.
Stella Bogen kept a small, well-stocked bar in the room, for the convenience of her guests, and Joan suggested Dave pour them something to drink. As he did so, they discussed the financial arrangements of their evening together. In a little while, the price was set. Seventy-five dollars until morning. Joan was pleased with the agreed upon payment.
Dave sauntered back across the room, holding Joan's drink out in front of him. As he stood before her, Joan's fingers wrapped around the tall glass of scotch, while she grinned at the large lump of cock meat pressing against the fine material of his tight pants. Her face held a lewd, obscene expression as she licked her lips in anticipation.
She was eager to get a look at his cock. From the looks of it, Dave's tool was beautifully big. After a quick sip from the tall glass, Joan bent over and pressed her slightly trembling lips to the hardness between the man's legs. Even through the thin material of his expensively tailored pants, the hot-bitched housewife could feel the throbbing heat of his swollen cock.
Dave had yet to take off one piece of clothing, and he already felt ready for a good fucking. As Joan's bent face covered his cock with soft kisses, the handsome businessman pushed his crotch against her lips, increasing the delightful pressure.
When Joan lifted her exquisitely featured face, a lewd, obscene smile curled up the edges of her sexy lips. A delicate hand brushed strands of her long hair from her eyes as she stood up. And as she rose, the woman made sure her fat tits rubbed against the full length of Dave's strong body.
"Why don't you relax, baby?" Joan said, leading Dave into the comfortable armchair.
Sipping on his potent drink, the young man watched Joan roll her hips across the room to the record player against one of the walls. When she bent over to find a particular record, her dress rose up enough for Dave to get a nice peek at the fullness of her wild ass, hidden only by the almost transparent black mesh of her nylon pantyhose.
Knowing she had the man's attention, Joan Nichols looked over her shoulder, a warm, inviting smile on her full lips. Of course, she made no move to cover the erotically displayed flesh of her thrilling ass.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked, placing the disk she was looking for on the turntable.
The look on Dave's excited face was all the answer she needed. In another moment, the room was filled with the wild sounds of a popular rock and roll group. Still sipping her drink, Joan strolled back into the center of the room, her thrilling hips shaking to the pounding rhythms of the music.
As Dave's eyes caressed the entire length of her wonderful body, Joan began to dance more and more abandonedly. The huge mounds of her massive tits bounced against the front of her dress, thrusting towards the deeply slashed neckline of the garment. With a sudden jerk of her shoulders, one of the fat melons popped out of her dress.
"Dear me," she laughed, cupping the wonderfully firm hunk of flesh between her long, graceful fingers, "how careless."
Moving with deliberate slowness, Joan stuffed the ripe globe of hot lust back into the top of her dress. As she did so, her sharp-nailed fingers caressed the hardened tip of her wonderful boob. She could see the heat rising in Dave's wide eyes as she toyed with the dark brown nipple.
Joan's wild dance continued. Spinning before him, Dave was able to catch flashes of exciting skin as her dress flew up around her waist. He could see how wet and steaming her boiling pussy was through the darkness of her nylon undergarments.
When Joan was finished with her drink, she simply dropped the empty glass to the floor, kicking it out of the way. With both hands now free, she reached behind her back, to the hidden zipper of her sexy minidress. Tugging at the tiny metal tab, Joan's garment slumped forward, the darkened tips of her thrilling tits peeking over the top edge of the loose fabric.
Dave's mouth was already watering for a taste of her delicious-looking body. He wanted to wrap his lips around the throbbing nub of brown flesh, and suck it into the steaming heat of his drooling mouth. He wanted to feel his rough tongue lashing against the erect bud, sending waves of passion racing through the woman's marvelous body.
But Joan knew the value of a good striptease. Before letting the man have his way with her wonderful body, the experienced whore wanted him good and hot. As the limp garment slipped down her body, Joan quickly turned, hiding the sight of her wonderful tits from his gaze.
Joan's dress made a soft puddle around her slender ankles, and Dave watched the her step away from the fabric primly. He couldn't see the obscene grin on the woman's face as she bent to retrieve the dress from the floor. He was too busy looking into the deep crevice of her ass, covered in taut nylon, pulled tight by her deliberate movements.
Still hiding the sights she knew Dave hungered to see, Joan placed the wrinkled garment on the back of a nearby chair. Even as she moved, her body kept time with the pounding music flooding the room. The cool air being pumped into the room titillated her sensitive skin, making it tingle delightfully.
Bending slightly, Joan's fingers moved to the elastic waistband of her pantyhose. As she listened to the labored breathing of her attentive audience of one, she began to slowly roll the black nylon down her smooth hips. She could feel the cool air caressing her fat ass cheeks.
Dave's thick cock throbbed as he watched the obscene show Joan was putting on for his benefit. He could see the top of her ass crack as the whorish woman slowly stripped the black nylon from her luscious flesh. His eyes devoured the creamy beauty of her velvet skin as she continued to dance wantonly before him.
Joan was getting hotter and hotter by the minute. She could feel the juices in her cunt begin to boil as she imagined the incredible strength of Dave's cock slamming in and out of her dripping pussy. With sudden determination, Joan quickly pulled the remaining black nylon from her protruding ass, sliding it down her graceful legs and tossing it into the corner of the room.
Dave Denning was more than turned on when he saw Joan's lovely fingers digging into the marvelous globes of her ass cheeks. Before his eyes, the perverted woman pulled those heavy mounds of flesh apart, exposing the puckered pink hole of her anus to his gaze. His mouth watered at the sight of the obviously well-fucked ass-hole Joan was displaying to him.
Joan had already decided to put on a really good show for the guy. As her hips swayed to the music, the young wife's fingertips stole into the deep crevice between her ass cheeks. She knew Dave could see everything she was doing as her sharp nails toyed with the tight entrance to her anus.
Joan pressed a sharp-edged finger into the hole, sending shudders of pain and excitement racing through her now sweaty body. With the lusting need of a sex-crazed woman, the wild housewife began to finger-fuck her ass-hole.
And Dave didn't miss a thing. Keeping his eyes focused on the obscene show, his finger tore at the cloth restraining his ever-growing shaft of meat. Clawing at his belt buckle, and the fly of his pants, he soon had his cock fully exposed.
Looking over her shoulders while her hands still worked away at her ass, Joan was thrilled by the bloated, blood-filled head of the man's prick shining bright red from between his legs. As the hot dick poked through his white underwear, the horny woman could see the patch of almost black pubic hair at its base.
Standing up erect, the woman knew the teasing part of the evening was over with. Her own cunt was too hot to continue their little game. Joan needed to feel the full force of that magnificent tool plunging into the churning heat of her horny belly. She needed to feel the man's swollen cock pistoning in and out of her sopping wet cunt hole.
Joan brought her hands up to the huge, ripe melons of her tits. She cupped each of the mammoth globes between her fingers as she turned around. Standing before the man that bought her for the night, her legs spread apart, Joan Nichols displayed the full majesty of her naked form to his lust-filled eyes.
Dave felt every muscle in his body tense as he took in the full impact of Joan's thrillingly nude figure. His cock stood proudly erect as it imagined the satiny smooth walls of her cunt sucking the boiling scum from his aching balls.
Joan began to slowly walk to her man, while the tips of her fingers excited the dark brown nipples of her tits. Her exquisitely featured face was twisted up into the most obscene mask Dave Dennings had ever seen. Her eyes glowed with burning lust as the flames of passion consumed her.
"You have a beautiful cock," the whore said, dropping to her knees before the still-seated man.
Dave felt the heaviness of Joan's tits as she brushed them against the insides of his legs. He remained speechless as her long, manicured fingers wrapped around the pulsing shaft of his cock. Tremors of excitement crashed through his body as he watched Joan's long tongue slip from between her lips and lick the edges of her lewdly grinning mouth. As she lowered her face into the burning heat of his crotch, the sweet scent of her beautiful hair filled Dave's nostrils.
Joan's thrilling tongue lashed against the swollen head of Dave's cock. She pressed the pointy tip of the wet length of flesh to the tiny pee slit at the end of his dick. Carefully licking around the hole, Joan could taste the bitterness of a drop of Dave's scum.
Dave felt her tongue running up and down the length of his prick as her fingers massaged the burning flesh of his shaft. Joan covered the man's tool with her sweet saliva before spreading her lips just as far as they could go. Closing her eyes and holding her breath, she plunged the thick meat into the steaming heat of her drooling mouth.
Dave's hips shot forward as he felt his cock engulfed in the burning wetness of the woman's face. He felt her full, rich lips straining to fit around the massive shaft. And as he felt the muscles in his powerful legs jerk spastically the swollen head of his prick slammed into the back of Joan's throat.
Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she began to suck the scum from his prick. Her fingers moved down the length cock until they reached his hair-covered balls. Very carefully, her hands weighed the sensitive spheres of Bill's passions.
Joan began pumping her face up and down the thick shaft of her stud's cock. She gently scraped her sharp-edged teeth over the burning flesh as she sucked Bill's prick just as well as she knew how. The young housewife could feel the beautiful cock swelling to even greater proportions as she continued to work her slavering mouth over the searing rod.
Bill's claw-like fingers dug into the soft, upholstered arms of the chair he was sitting in as he thrust his jutting prick up towards her mouth. He could feel the muscles in his legs and thighs tremble with anticipated excitement as his orgasm drew closer.
Joan's lips strained to fit around the thick shaft of Bill's throbbing manhood. Her jaws ached as she continued to suck away on the erect pole. But Joan had a lot more wild things to do than just suck the man's prick off.
Pulling her face out of the heat of Bill's crotch, Joan smiled down at the thickly throbbing prick, glistening with a thin coating of her sweet saliva. She could almost see the jets of boiling scum about ready to burst from the swollen, blood-filled head. And the frustrated eagerness in his rugged face pleased the love-starved woman no end.
Pushing her hands against Bill's knees, the beautiful slut climbed back onto her feet. When standing, her succulent breasts jutting from the rest of her body, Joan reached out and pulled Bill to his feet. Wrapping her arms around the rugged bastard's neck, she pulled her naked figure into the heat of his athletic form. Her lips crushed against his, sucking the lust from inside his quivering, moist mouth.
As their bodied ground together, Bill could feel the soft, fleece-covered mound of Joan's thrilling cunt rubbing against the swollen length of his rigid prick. He thrust his hips forward, enjoying the wetness of the her sopping pussy.
Joan could feel Bill's prick poking into the dampness of her cunt, and she enjoyed the exploring shaft. Moving her legs apart, the wife-whore made it easier for the searing cockhead to thrill her hungry twat and clitoris.
Squirming out of Bill's strong arms, Joan Nichols threw herself down onto the bed. She enjoyed the hot gaze of her client's eyes licking at her luscious body. Smiling wantonly, she rolled over onto her stomach, stuffing a pillow underneath her belly to give her ass more height. Then her hands reached back to the swollen half spheres of her thrilling cheeks, and she spread them apart.
"You seemed to like to look at my ass-hole before, baby," Joan teased, pushing her fingertips back into the steaming crevice. "Why don't you see if that cock of yours-likes the way my ass-hole feels?"
Bill didn't need another invitation. Staring at the exquisite woman playing with the tight ring of her anus, he tore at his clothing, tossing them into every corner of the room. In his eagerness, the traveling businessman ripped two buttons off of the front of his shirt, but he couldn't have cared less. At that moment, the only thing that mattered was plunging his throbbing shaft of cock into that steaming hole on display before him.
The sight of Bill's excitement thrilled Joan even more. She became less and less a whore, and more a lust-crazed woman, needing a good fuck. All thoughts of her impotent husband had vanished from her mind as the brilliantly naked form of this rugged stud came towards the huge bed.
Bill wasn't in any mood to be gentle with Joan's body.. She had turned him on past that point. The only thing he could think about was cramming his swelling prick into the searing heat of her tight ass-hole.
As Bill climbed onto the bed, Joan felt his hands replace hers on the rounded mounds of her perfect ass cheeks. But the man's fingers weren't as gentle as hers had been. With an almost brutal viciousness, the he yanked the half spheres apart roughly, exposing the puckered pink ring of her anus. Dropping down, Bill buried his face into the dark crevice, his tongue immediately beginning to suck the heat of Joan's well-fucked hole.
And Joan's body responded to the experienced tongue of her handsome client She ground her ass up off the bed, closer to the wonderfully expert mouth of her lover. She felt the thick length of his slippery tongue stretching the muscles of her ass as it forced its way into the steaming cavern.
Joan's mind soared to the very heights of ecstasy as her sweat dampened the bed beneath her. Her crushed tits pushed against the yielding mattress as Bill's mouth left the thrilling hole of her anus. The woman could feel the heat of his saliva covering the entrance-way into her deepest canal.
Bill's mouth had gotten the woman ready for a good, hard, ass fucking. He saw his spit glistening from deep in the dark crevice between her ass cheeks as he fitted the bloated head of his cock to the puckered hole. Bill could feel the heat of Joan's magnificent body kissing the very tip of his prick. The hot wetness of her ass-hole made his cock throb even more.
Bracing herself, Joan felt the rampaging prick assault her tightly ringed ass. She felt the strong muscles in her anus strain painfully to accept the full force of the man's thick shaft. The beautiful housewife groaned beneath the trembling weight of Bill's engorged manhood. Tears of pain sprang to her eyes and her sharp nails dug into the damp bed sheets.
Joan's thrilling ass-hole was like no other the man had ever felt before. Muscles hidden deep within her anus captured his prick, and began milking it hotly. The harder he thrust his cock into the whore's ass-hole, the harder those muscles clamped around the throbbing shaft of his cock.
Joan's body was beginning to get accustomed to the hardness of Bill's prick as she met each assault with a counterattack of her own. Even the pain was beginning to diminish as erotic lust flooded her swirling mind.
Bill dropped his body down against Joan's back, reaching around to her tits with his clawing fingers. The obliging woman lifted her chest off the bed, making it easier for him to get a good feel of her succulent boobs.
Bill's strong fingers found the hardened nubs of Joan's dark brown nipples. Digging his sharp nails into the sensitive flesh, the ass-fucking stud twisted and pulled on the yielding buds. The grunting moans of his labored breathing filled the room.
The feel of Bill's rough hands brutally handling her nipples drove the excited woman mad with lust. She ground her ass up against the delving pole just as hard as she could. A thin stream of saliva slid from the corner of her mouth as her lips silently mouthed words of praise for the hot stud pounding at the softness of her horny body.
Bill's cock couldn't hold out one moment more. The urging force of his speeding sperm pushed its way through the long shaft of his dick, rushing towards the tiny opening at the tip. With a trembling excitement, Bill's cockhead burst deep within Joan's ass-hole, shooting jets of boiling sperm into the tight hole.
Joan could feel the power of his orgasm within her. She could feel his searing scum coating the sensitive walls of her anus. She could feel the burning heat of Bill's prick accelerate, until it was pumping in and out with the speed of a pile driver gone mad. And the force of his orgasm was enough to start her own juices to overflow.
And after it was all over, and Joan lay in the pleasant warmth of her first fucking of the long night, thoughts of her bastard husband began to drift back into her mind. Thoughts of his inattention and insensitivity flooded her brain. And with those thoughts came hate. Hate for the man who wasn't man enough to satisfy her cravings. Hate for the man who drove her into the beds of strangers, in strange motels.
But Bill's gently massaging fingers on the small of her back interrupted her thoughts. His loving touch thrilled her, filling the her with love for this man who paid for the use of her body.
To thank the man for his wonderful ass-fucking, Joan's fingers dropped down to his now limp cock. Wrapping her delicate hand around the shaft of soft flesh, she began to slowly pump new life into his member. Smiling warmly while her hand played between his hairy legs, Joan brought her lips to his. This time, their kiss was one of satisfaction, not of need. Their lips were soft and gentle as they thanked each other for the wonderful sensations of their crashing orgasms.
Joan's fingers began to feel new life coming into Bill's limp cock. She began to feel the tremors of strength flowing into the long length of meat as it began to harden. Her finger began to work more firmly as she felt the renewed lust in his body begin to fire the flames of passion within herself.
Bill rolled from his side over onto his back as Joan's body crawled over him. He loved the feel of her heavy tits being dragged over his sweaty skin.
Positioning herself carefully, Joan pressed the hairy mound of her cunt to Bill's lips as her mouth sought out the strength between his powerful legs. Once again, her lips stretched to accept the massive tool jutting out from the rugged stud's lower belly. Joan let her fingers run through the soft pubic hair at the base of his manhood, while her mouth gobbled up the swollen beauty of his blood-filled cockhead.
Bill hungrily pressed his face into the dampness between Joan's legs. He loved sucking the cunts of sexy bitches almost as much as he enjoyed having them swallow up his thick pole. The good-looking stud let his long tongue lash out against the moist heat of Joan's pussy. He scooped up great tastes of her boiling secretions. He could also make out the taste of his own scum, which had overflowed her ass-hole and dripped into the folds of her softly pink cunt.
Joan Nichols was beside herself with joy as she felt Bill's tongue working into the innermost recesses of her throbbing cunt. She could feel him wrapping his lips and teeth around her excited clit, gently chewing and sucking the tiny finger of flesh.
Bill's prick was soon back up to full strength as Joan gobbled it down her hungry throat. She didn't know whether it would be better to have the bastard shoot off in her mouth, or in the heat of her throbbing cunt. She decided she wanted to feel her client's second orgasm crashing through her trembling cunt.
Rolling off Bill's wonderfully strong body, Joan couldn't help but feel sorry that his mouth wasn't sucking away at her horny cunt any more. But moving just as fast as she could, the exquisitely bodied womanwas soon lying on her back, with her beautiful legs held high and spread wide.
"Fell like doing a lady a favor?" Joan joked, reaching between her legs to play with her clit for a moment.
"I don't see a lady anywhere," Bill joked back, climbing between her long legs.
Joan's fingers immediately rushed to encircle the throbbing heat of Bill's shaft. Holding the rod tightly, she brought its swollen head to the gash of her pussy. While he stood poised over her body, Joan rubbed the smooth foreskin against her throbbing clit, sending exciting chills throughout her body.
Bill liked what Joan was doing with his prick. He liked the way she held it and rubbed it against the hardened flesh of her hot clitoris. He liked the wetness of the her secretions coating his long staff.
Having her fill of teasing games, Joan fitted the swollen head of the man's cock to her pussy slit. Then reaching to pry the lips of her cunt nice and wide, the woman slammed up against the hard tool, lifting her entire ass of the bed. The force of the woman's thrust sunk Bill's shaft into her quivering belly just as far as it would go, until she could feel their pubic hairs tangling together.
Bill was unprepared for the exciting feel of Joan's cunt. The velvet smoothness of her sensitive cunt walls swallowed up his swollen tool, capturing it by the strength of her incredible pussy lips. Thrusting into Joan's cunt hole was like pushing your cock into a burning hot oven. The flames of her lust licked at the trunk-like length of pulsing cock.
But Bill soon got over his surprise, and began pumping his prick in and out of the steaming hole. His powerful hips moved with the strength of a jackhammer as he drove his cock to the very depths of Joan's wonderful, trembling belly.
And Joan was with him all the way. Even as she felt his cock explode deep within her stomach, shooting out spurts of steaming scum, she was right with him. The drowning waves of lust engulfed the woman, dragging her into the swirling world of sexual satisfaction. For the second time that night, Joan felt her body thrill to the most wonderful sensation possible, her orgasm!
CHAPTER THREE
Stella Bogen was awake before the annoying sound of her alarm clock rang out in the stillness of the room. Stretching across the still-sleeping form of her young niece, the forty-eight-year-old owner-manager of the Skyline Motel put a stop to the dissonant buzzing. The already hardening tips of her massive breasts brushed against the smooth, warm skin of her niece's shoulder.
"It's time to get up, honey," Stella whispered, pressing her lips close to Chris' ear.
Chris Hendricks' eyes fluttered open, squinting to the brilliant Nevada sun streaming in through the window next to the bed. A faint smile curled the corners of her mouth as she pulled her arms out from under the sheets.
Stella watched the covers slide down the front of her niece's magnificent body. The fresh, sweet mounds of Chris' tits made her aunt's cunt tremble slightly. Bathed in the morning sunlight, her breasts glowed against the whiteness of the sheets. Love radiated from her wide eyes as she looked into the smiling face of her Aunt Stella.
The older woman tore her gaze from the swollen beauty of her niece's tits. Opening her arms, Stella thrilled to the feel of Chris snuggling against her. Their hard nipples pressed against each other as Stella's lips sought out the moist heat of her niece's mouth.
Her eyes drifting closed, Chris' entire body tensed to the probing tip of her aunt's tongue. The young woman could feel the burning hardness of Stella's nipples sear the flesh of her breasts as her aunt licked the honeyed saliva from her mouth.
Stella's arms trembled as she wrapped them around Chris' body. Excitement surged through her body as she felt her niece's teeth gently munching the soft wet flesh of her delving tongue. Stella's arms drew Chris against her even more firmly as the girl's body began to squirm sensuously.
She rolled over onto her back, pulling the young girl over with her. Chris forced her hands between their bodies, sinking the sharp tips of her manicured fingers into the soft flesh of her aunt's marvelously full boobs.
Beneath her, Chris felt Stella spreading her legs. In a moment their cunts were rubbing against each other, the soft curls of brown pubic hair entwining. As their passionate kiss continued, shivers of lusting heat raced up and down their spines.
Positioning her niece's body carefully, Stella was able to push the hardening flesh of her clit into the velvet folds of Chris' steaming pussy. The hot secretions of her throbbing cunt coated her aunt's clitoris.
"Oh, baby," Stella moaned, pulling her mouth off Chris'. "That feels out of this world!"
Chris knew how much her aunt was enjoying the feel of their cunts grinding together, but her mouth hungered for the taste of the older woman's tits. Pushing herself down along Stella's body, Chris wrapped her full lips around the dark nub of her aunt's right nipple. Her fingers still milked the swollen melons beneath her as she sucked on the hard, brown tip of flesh.
Her mouth hanging open, Stella curled her long, graceful fingers into 'the tangle of Chris' cascading blonde hair. While she pushed the girl's hungry mouth harder and harder against the yielding flesh, Stella felt beads of sweat forming on her brow. Though the air-conditioner in the window filled the room with cool air, both women's bodies burned in the inferno of lust.
Stella's eyes flashed open as she felt her niece's body move from atop her sweating flesh. Chris was lying on her side, next to her aunt, while her mouth still sucked at the aching hardness of Stella's right nipple. Her huge tits lay heavily against her aunt's arm.
"Touch me, Stella," Chris begged., "Please touch me between my legs. I need to feel your fingers on my cunt."
Stella could still feel the wetness of her niece's mouth on her tit as she looked into her pleading eyes. Chris had lifted one of her beautiful legs, exposing the richness of her deep, youthful cunt hole.
The sex-hungry woman couldn't think of anything she would rather do than satisfy the wishes of her beautiful niece's demanding body. Her mouth watered at the lovely sight of Chris' exposed pussy. Stella reached out and placed her fingers against the hot, moist slit of the girl's cunt.
A deep, husky moan escaped Chris' throat as she felt the tips of her aunt's fingers begin to massage the wet lips of her quivering cunt. She thrust her hips against the firm touch of Stella's hand working between her legs. Chris gasped as she felt one of her aunt's fingers slipping into the sopping wet gash of her pussy.
Chris' mind swirled in erotic ecstasy as she clamped her mouth back onto the tip of Stella's right breast. Moans of pleasure escaped her lips as the young girl sucked wildly.
Stella could feel muscles hidden deep within Chris' pussy chew on her delving finger. She could feel the girl's thighs locking tightly around her hand as she slipped a second finger into the wet, fleshy folds of burning flesh.
Stella's own body demanded the firmly soft touch of the girl's fingers, yet she was happy at the look of complete rapture on her niece's angelic face. She was willing to forgo her own satisfaction for the sake of her niece.
As her orgasm began to tremble throughout her shaking body, Chris let her lips slip from the hardness of her aunt's erect nipple. The young woman rolled over onto her back, enabling Stella to gain easier access to her quivering cunt.
Stella loved the sounds of her niece's tortured breathing. She doubled her efforts as Chris lay panting, the smooth columns of her pink-skinned legs spread as wide as possible. Now it was Stella's turn to enjoy the hard sweetness of a woman's nipple between her lips.
"Does that feel nice?" Stella asked, lashing the erect nipple with the rough flatness of her tongue.
In answer to her aunt's question, Chris arched her back off the bed, pressing her breasts into Stella's face even more. The young woman wanted to feel the tip of her swollen tit swallowed up into the hot wetness of her aunt's wonderful mouth.
Stella knew what her niece wanted, but she was intent on teasing the girl for a little while longer. She wanted Chris really hot and. ready. Showering her nipples with wet, full kisses, Stella's hand began to slowly dig deeper and deeper into the young woman's pussy. When she felt her niece's hips begin to grind and hump against her fingers more excitedly, Stella's mouth gobbled up the hard, dark brown tip of her boob.
No man or woman could suck her tits as well as her aunt, Chris thought, as her marvelous orgasm began surging through every inch of her sweating body. No lips felt as wonderfully warm and soft as her aunt's lips. No finger knew how to please her cunt as well as her aunt's experienced fingers.
When Stella saw her niece's face begin to twist into a mask of lusting pleasure, she quickly pulled her mouth off Chris' nipple, and pushed it between her legs. While her fingers thrilled the sensitive cunt walls, her mouth and tongue sought out the throbbing hardness of the girl's clit A thin, piercing shriek poured forth from Chris' throat as she felt the lips on her twat. Stella's tongue lashed out against the trembling nub of lust. Again and again, the older woman whipped her niece's clitoris, sending shivers of excited passion racing through the young woman's body.
Suddenly, Chris wrapped her legs around Stella's neck, holding her head in place, as she mashed her cunt up against the beautiful features of her aunt's exquisite face. The full force of her thrilling climax was now crashing through her body, and she had no intention of releasing her aunt's head until the very last tremors of lust passed.
The eagerness of Chris' body thrilled Stella even more. Her entire body responded to the strength of her legs. The smooth, burning flesh of the girl's inner thighs scorched the taut skin of Stella's high-boned cheeks.
The sweet secretions of Chris' cunt coated her aunt's lips. Stella hungrily swallowed the delicious cunt cream, enjoying the taste of the thick juices.
The bed sheets became damp with sweat as Chris thrashed beneath the experienced mouth of her aunt Her arms flew in every direction and her legs tightened around the captured head sucking her climaxing cunt hole.
And then, Chris' moans and shrieks of raptured joy changed into the soft purring of contented sighs. The young girl's legs slackened and finally fell from her aunt's sweaty shoulders. Stella carefully pulled her fingers from the depths of her niece's cunt as she lifted her mouth from the gentle curls of pubic hair covering Chris' sopping wet pussy.
Every muscle in Chris' body was relaxed as she lay limply enjoying the echoing throbs of her fading climax. Vaguely aware of the movements of her aunt's body, Chris remained motionless, her eyes softly closed, her mouth hanging slack. The wet fleece covering her cunt still glistened with Stella's saliva and her own thick juices as the girl's breathing returned to normal.
"Was it good, darling?" Stella asked, her warm breath caressing the girl's exhausted cheek.
"It was just wonderful, Stella," Chris finally replied, her eyes fluttering open.
The still hard tips of Stella's breasts pressed against the hot, tired skin of her niece's chest as she covered Chris' lips with her own. Their soft, loving kiss soon heated with passion as the young girl pushed her tongue into her aunt's mouth.
And as they kissed, Chris brought her fingers up to the swollen hardness of Stella's nipples. She wanted to share the wonderful thrill of her orgasm with her aunt. In the restful moments after her marvelous climax, the strength had returned to the girl's body and she was ready to bring the joys of fulfilling, wonderful sex to her aunt's hungry flesh.
Sucking her niece's cunt had brought Stella to the edge of her own ecstasy. And as Chris toyed with the tips of her breasts, a warm smile spread across her face.
But Stella didn't want her orgasm to come too quickly. She wanted to relax, and let her fulfillment wash over her like great waves from a sea of lust With the taste of her niece's cunt juices still in her mouth, Stella rolled over onto her stomach, out of Chris' reach.
At that moment, there was no need for words to be spoken. Chris knew what her aunt wanted, knew what her aunt loved. Her hands moving silently through the still air, she touched the velvety smooth skin of Stella's rounded'ass cheeks.
Smiling broadly, Stella let her eyes drift closed as Chris' fingers began to gently massage her seductively exciting ass. She moaned softly as the girl's fingertips crept into the deep crack of her sexy bottom. Her moan became slightly louder as Chris found the hidden entrance to her tight, ringed anus.
Chris knew her aunt's ass was still a little tender from the last time a man had pushed his swollen cock into the tiny channel. She was very careful not to hurt Stella as she pressed her sharp-nailed finger against the, hot hole.
After playing with her aunt's anus for a little while, Chris pulled her fingers out of the deep crack. Still holding the full cheeks in her strong hands, she cautiously pulled the heavy mounds of meat apart. The sight of her aunt's beautiful, pink hole made her mouth water.
Stella could feel her niece's hair cascading down onto the cool skin of her buttocks. She could hear Chris' breath quicken as she lowered her face into the steaming crack.
"Oh yeah," Stella groaned, feeling her tongue licking the tight ring of her ass-hole.
Stella's body squirmed underneath the hands and mouth of her lovely niece. She pushed her ass up against the beautifully efficient tongue making its way through the tight, pink ring of her anus. Her stomach rubbed against the damp sheets as new flames of passion consumed her erotic mind.
Chris' tongue left a wet trail of saliva in the deep crevice as one of her hands slipped down to Stella's cunt. She could feel the already oozing pussy wet her fingers with hot secretions. Her young hand played with the thick mat of hair covering her lover's cunt.
While one hand worked on her throbbing pussy, Stella felt Chris' other hand slip into the deep, wet crevice of her ass. Relaxing her muscles, the older woman allowed her niece's finger to push its way into the steaming, tight hole.
"Easy, baby," Stella moaned, feeling the sharp edge of her manicured fingernail scraping against the sensitive walls of her wonderful ass-hole.
"I'm sorry, dear," Chris answered, planting a warm kiss on one of her aunt's juicy ass cheeks.
But in a little while, Stella's anus had become accustomed to the feel of Chris' probing finger. The wetness of her tongue made it easy for the girl to push her finger all the way into the older woman's bowels.
As Chris' finger delved deeper and deeper, her other hand really started to go to work on Stella's cunt and clit. The young girl knew her aunt liked the sharp feel of her fingernails digging into the sensitive hardness of her throbbing clit. And the obedient niece was only too pleased to give her aunt what she wanted.
Stella didn't know how to move her body. If she pressed her cunt against one of Chris' hands, her ass felt cheated. If she lifted herself off the bed and rammed her ass towards the girl's other hand, her clit didn't like it.
Chris could see the confusion in her aunt's trembling body, and knew just what to do. The young woman shoved two fingers up into Stella's quivering cunt Only a thin membrane separated Chris' fingers as she dug Into her body from both directions.
At the unbelievable touch of her skilled hands, Stella went insane. Her body bucked first one way and then the other, lunging and shoving in all directions at once. Crashing waves of orgasmic ecstasy flooded her mind. No words could describe the heights to which her lust-filled mind was driven. Only the screams of tortured pleasure that filled the room could tell of the utter happiness in Stella's body.
Chris climbed into her aunt's arms, and it was long time before either woman moved. Their arms entwined, smiles of contentment on their faces, Stella and Chris enjoyed the warmth of each other's flesh. The frenzed activity had left both aunt and niece happily exhausted.
As they relaxed, the two women heard a gentle knocking at the front door. Neither of them wanted to move, but Stella knew the door had to be answered. Owning a large motel was a responsibility which couldn't be taken lightly. Especially when one of the little features of the Skyline Motel was SEX FOR SALE!
"Darling," Stella said, I'm afraid you're going to have to see who that is."
Chris didn't like having to get out of the warm bed any more than Stella wanted her to, but the door had to be answered. Swinging her perfect legs over the side of the bed, she enjoyed the feel of the thick pile carpet between her toes.
As her niece sauntered out of the room, Stella's eyes caressed the sexy wiggle of her wonderfully pert ass. As she watched the erotic up and down motions of Chris' rounded ass cheeks, the beautiful woman remembered how exciting the girl's tongue felt in her own anus.
Chris hadn't bothered to put anything on when she went to answer the door. Peering through the peephole, the very tips of her naked breasts excited by the cold smoothness of the wooden door, she saw the face of Charles Brooks. Seeing him waiting in the hall made her blood quicken.
Charles waited patiently for someone to answer the door. It was Friday morning, and payday. The bartender knew Stella was an early riser, so he wasn't worried about waking her up.
Chris quickly unlocked the door and pulled it open. The man's athletic body really turned her on, and she knew the sight of her naked tits would do the same for him.
Chris Hendricks could not have been more correct. Suddenly confronted by the thrillingly naked body of the young woman, Charles felt a pleasant stirring between his legs. Framed by the doorway, Chris looked gloriously beautiful. Her massive breasts thrust forward with the strength of youth. Her uncovered nipples, dark brown and hard, stood away from the firm whiteness of her fat tits, a silent invitation to be sucked.
His eyes slowly traveled down the front of Chris' body. His gaze caressed the flatness of her stomach. His eyes licked the still-wet mound of her young cunt. Charles took in the beauty of the naked girl's thighs, and the graceful curves of her long, shapely legs.
"You'd better come in," the girl giggled, "before I catch a cold."
The bartender followed Chris into the apartment, his gaze focusing on the deep crack of her ass. As he turned to lock the door, Charles felt the tips of Chris's fingers softly touching the back of his strong neck. When he turned back to face her, a lewd grin played across her full lips.
"Good morning, darling," Chris said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself up against his hard chest.
Through the lightweight shirt he was wearing, Charles could feel her hard nipples pressing against him. In another moment, Chris' tongue was pushing its way through his lips, sucking at the sweet saliva in his mouth.
As Chris ground her body against his, Charles reached around to the firm half spheres of her magnificent ass. He cupped one globe of pink flesh in each hand as her tongue licked his teeth and the walls of his steaming mouth.
Chris could feel the tall man's cock hardening against her belly, and it added lust to her kiss. The little vixen squirmed her body against the growing tool, making it throb and ache for the moist shelter of her wonderful cunt.
"Good morning, Charles," Stella called out, watching her naked niece and her bartender exploring each other's mouths.
The two people parted, and Stella enjoyed the sight of him licking her niece's spit from his lips. Chris and her aunt both smiled at the outline of his erect cock pressing against the thin material of his pants.
Wiggling her ass as she moved, Chris crossed the room and curled up in an overstuffed armchair. Copying the seductive walk of her niece, Stella moved into the room, her feet carrying her closer to the hunk of man staring at her pendulous boobs. As she approached, Stella could see Charles' eyes following the gentle sway of her huge tits.
"I came by to pick up my check," Charles said, feeling the words catch in his dry throat.
"Shit," Stella said softly. "And I thought you came by just to see little old me."
Stella watched the heat building up in his eyes as she moved close enough for the tips of her massive breasts to brush against the man's strong body.
Already turned on by the sight of Chris' naked flesh, Charles was ready to take on the stunning body of his horny-looking employer. But, as he reached out to touch Stella's warm skin, the sexed up woman scampered out of his reach.
"First," Stella said, crossing to a small table by the sofa, "Let me give you your check."
Chris was enjoying her aunt's teasing game. She knew Stella was as hot for Charles' marvelously masculine body as he was for her. But the woman wanted to make sure he was good and ready when she opened her gorgeous legs for him.
Turning back to Charles, Stella watched him glance at the check, fold the small piece of blue paper, and shove it into the breast pocket of his shirt. As he moved, the motel owner realized how pleased she was with his work. Not only was Charles a fine bartender, the man had a magnificent body too. And he knew just how to use his god given gifts to the very fullest.
"You're a good worker, honey," Stella told the man, cunt juice dripping from every word. "How about a little relaxation. I do hope it's not to early in the morning for you."
Stella didn't have to wait for a reply. The hot look of lust in his eager face told her that he was all ready to go. Flashing him a warm, inviting smile, the woman turned and walked into the bedroom. Wasting little time, Charles hurried after her.
Stella loved to show off her body. Few women her age had as fantastic a body as she did. Her tits sagged the slightest little bit, but that only added to the luscious, full appearance of the marvelous globes of sweet flesh. Her waist was still small, and no woman had more exciting looking legs and thighs. Putting makeup on took a little more time than it used to, and she had to be more careful with it, but even her face looked a lot younger than forty-eight.
Climbing onto the bed, she propped her back against the tall pile of pillows, still damp from the frenzied lovemaking earlier in the still young day. Stella allowed her legs to drift apart, revealing the satiny smoothness of her delicious cunt lips.
"Why don't you get undressed and hop into bed, lover?" Stella asked, enjoying the obvious desire in her employee's face.
Charles Brooks didn't need another invitation. Tearing at his clothing, the turned on stud was soon as naked as his boss and her wild-assed niece. Just looking at the two women's beautiful bodies was enough to make his cock stand on end. As he dropped his underwear onto the heap of clothing at his feet, the bloated head of his blood-filled prick pointed straight out before him.
Chris had no intention of being left out of all the fun. Climbing off the living room chair, she made her way into the bedroom. When she stepped through the doorway, the first thing that greeted her eyes was the thick shaft of Charles' meat.
Stella watched happily as her niece sank down to her knees before the towering strength of the cocksman. She watched as Chris' tongue washed the smooth, burning skin of his prick. The girl's long, manicured fingers came up to fondle the aching, scum-filled sac of Charles' balls. Stella was turned on by the sight of her niece's pretty face losing itself into the heat of the bartender's steaming hot groin.
Stella's niece opened her mouth just as wide as she could. The little bitch was getting ready to swallow the thick shaft of meat. Chris had sucked Charles' cock before, and she knew it would take a good deal of time before her lips would accustom themselves to the thick meat. But she also knew his full strength, pounding in and out of her cunt, would be well worth all the trouble she might have to go through.
While Stella's eyes took in the exciting scene being played out before her, she let her hand drop down to the heat between her legs. The urging need of her pussy was more than she could bear, and she had to plunge her own fingers into the deep hole of her cunt.
Charles could see Stella fingerfucking herself, and it made his prick throb even more. His mouth watered for a lick at the wonderfully moist cunt hole as he felt his scum begin to boil deep within his hair-covered balls. But even Stella's exciting body wasn't the most important thing on Charles' mind. It was the feel of his long, thick prick pressing against the back of Chris' throat that was paramount in his thoughts.
"Come on, you little bitch," Charles called out, shoving his hips forward and ramming his cock down Chris' throat even more. "Suck my cock. Make me come!"
Mesmerized by the look of twisted lust on his face, Stella climbed off the bed and made her way towards the figures of her cocksucking niece and the powerfully built stud. The woman still had her own hand deeply embedded in the satiny smoothness of her burning, quivering cunt hole.
Charles was too caught up in Chris's marvelous blow job to see her aunt moving. All of a sudden, the handsome animal felt the hot melons of Stella's breasts crushing against his back. He felt her hands roaming all over his arms and shoulders, thrilling to the strength in his athletic body. He felt Stella's hot mouth planting wet kisses all over his taut skin.
Stella loved the hard flesh drawn over Charles' powerful frame. She loved the feel of her lips worshiping the sleek smoothness of his delicious flesh. While the sounds of her niece's sucking mouth filled her ears, Stella began to slowly slide down the length of Charles' animal-like body.
On her knees behind him, Stella let the tips of her fingers creep into the deep crevice hiding the entrance to his tight-ringed anus. The sharp nails of her fingers dug into the hard flesh of his buttocks, pulling his ass cheeks nice and wide. Her face only inches away from the strongly masculine-scented orifice, Stella stared into the tight, pink hole.
Charles was in heaven. Kneeling before him, sucking the full length of his thick seven inches into her throat was a marvelously sexy girl. And working on his ass-hole was her exquisite aunt. The wildest urges of lusting force slammed through his body again and again.
Stella's hands stroked the powerfully muscled thighs of the man whose ass-hole she was sucking clean. And then she felt the gentle touch of Chris' finger on her own. The woman was filled with new waves of love for her tender niece.
But Charles didn't want to blow his first load in Chris' mouth. Of course it would be groovy to feel his scum bursting down her wonderful throat, but he wanted to be at full strength for the mighty fucking he was going to give the two horny women.
While she sucked away happily, Chris felt Charles' strong hands grab hold of her shoulders. Against her will, her mouth was dragged off the thick shaft she was so lovingly and gloriously sucking.
At the very same time, Stella felt the delicious ass-hole she was working on being pulled from her reach. She was just as unhappy as her niece was. The wonderful taste of Charles' deep ass-hole was still on her lips as she watched the handsome stud moving towards the bed.
As Charles made himself comfortable on the huge bed, he looked down at the two women still kneeling on the floor. They were facing each other, the fullness of their breasts only inches apart. He was turned on by the sight of the two women, their nakedness shining in the morning sun streaming into the room through the window's parted blinds.
Stella could read the man's thoughts from the expressions on his face. She could see how excited he was by the duel delights of both her niece's, and her own naked flesh. Turning to Chris, she wrapped her arms around the young girl's neck and drew her into the hot wetness of a thrillingly deep kiss.
That was what Charles wanted to see. He wanted to watch the two women making love to each other. He wanted to watch the hungry mouth of Stella drink from the cup of her niece's sopping wet pussy. He wanted to see the huge, swollen melons of their breasts crushing against each other.
And Stella knew all this. She knew that seeing her mouth working between the long, lovely thighs of her beautiful niece would make Charles' cock even harder and more excited. Taking Chris by the hand, the two women rose and slowly walked to the bed.
Stella was more than turned on by the sight of Charles pumping away at his mighty shaft. The hot flesh was still wet from the wonderful blow job Chris had given him, and his fingers moved quickly. Lying her niece down on the bed, Stella made sure the horny stallion had a good view of the girl's exciting cunt.
Reaching down, Stella pushed her hands into her niece's crotch. While he stared between Chris' legs, her aunt slipped two fingers into the still sopping wet cunt hole. With her other hand, Stella grabbed hold of Charles' throbbing meat.
Stella couldn't have been happier. In one hand, Charles' hot prick throbbed with sexual life. In the other, her niece's cunt boiled with desire. Moving with the speed and agility of a jungle animal, Stella's mouth alternated between Chris' legs and the swollen head of her stud's prick.
A tiny drop of scum appeared on the slit of Charles' pee hole, and the older woman happily scooped it up with the rough side of her long tongue. She could feel the tremors of excitement racing through his body as she enjoyed the taste of his delicious scum.
While Stella's head worked between her niece's legs, Charles had a marvelous view of her wonderful ass. Reaching down, he dug his strong fingers into the heavy globes of flesh. His fingertips were pleasantly surprised when they felt the dampness of the deep crevice. Charles' cock ached for the tight feel of Stella's ass-hole sucking away at its powerful strength.
Stella thrilled to the feel of his strong hands on her body. After the wonderfully gentle touch of her niece's tongue in her anus, she was ready for the tearing force of a nice, fat cock digging its way into her bowels.
When Stella felt Charles moving, she let go of his cock and concentrated on her niece's pussy. But while she continued her cunt sucking, she positioned herself so that the strong-cocked stud would have a clear path to her drum-tight ass-hole.
Charles appreciated Stella's help. Climbing up to his knees, the hot fucker's cock pointed right into the deep crack of his employer's ass. He could feel the incredible heat of her body as the tip of his prick touched the tight ring of her anus.
Chris was in a perfect position to see everything that was going on. She could see the sweat glistening off Charles' pink skin. She watched and felt her aunt's body respond to the nearness of the masterfully hard, ready meat. Chris let her fingers travel to the erect nipples of her own heavy breasts. The sharp tips of her fingers toyed with the sensitive flesh.
A deep, animal grunt sprang from Charles' lips as he thrust his entire body forward. The great head of his cock slammed into the tight ring of Stella's body, forcing its way into the hidden recess of her thrilling ass-hole.
Stella thought she would pass out from the pain. Her ass-hole was still sore from the last buggering an eager male had given her. Pained tears filled her eyes as she buried her face into the warm wetness of Chris' cunt Charles could feel Stella's entire body trembling beneath the assault of his powerful cock, and it made him feel great. He could feel the hidden muscles of Stella's ass clutching at his shaft, sucking and pulling at the erect meat. His balls ached with a new intensity as they pumped his scum to the tip of the delving tool.
Slowly, Stella's ass began to become accustomed to the thickness of Charles' cock. The pain of his assault began to subside, replaced with the glowing feelings of lusting pleasure. Though shocks of severe pain still shot through her body every few moments, Stella began to really enjoy the thick hunk of cock sunk deep in her ass. She started to push back against the probing meat, enjoying the excitement of his heavy balls slamming against the crack of her pussy.
Watching Stella's ass being fucked by Charles while her own cunt was so expertly being sucked out was just too much for Chris. Ramming her crotch against Stella's face, she surrendered to the whirling confusion of her orgasm.
Wiggling her ass against the beautiful shaft plunged deep in her bowels, Stella hungrily sucked the secretions out of her niece's climaxing cunt. Chris' juices tasted wonderfully sweet on her aunt's tongue. She couldn't get enough of the girl's overflowing cream as she sucked it into her quivering belly.
Stella Bogen had the finest ass that Charles' cock had ever felt sucking on it. The harder he shoved the tool into her body, the wilder her flesh responded. Finally, he could delay his orgasm no longer. With a crashing blow, his prick exploded deep within Stella's ass-hole.
The older woman could feel every drop of Charles' scum splashing against the walls of her anus. Feeling her insides bathed in burning sperm was enough to set off her own wonderfully exciting climax. Humping her body up to meet each new thrust of Charles' prick, tears of joy ran down Stella's cheeks.
The sounds of their explosive orgasms filled the bedroom, echoing off the walls. The bed groaned beneath the thrashing bodies of Stella, Charles and Chris. Orgasming together, the three panting animals fused into one mass of climaxing flesh.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Here you go, love," Charles said, placing two scotch and sodas on a small, round, cork-topped tray.
Susan Henry smiled as she turned from the polished brilliance of the bar top and headed towards one of the booths in the back of the lounge. A brightly lit juke box filled the darkened room with the pleasant sounds of some adult music. The clientele of the Skyline Motel Lounge wasn't much the rock and roll crowd.
The small bar was pretty full that night, and Susan was doing well in the tips department. Unfortunately, how much money she made wasn't the important thing on her mind. The condition of her throbbing cunt was!
Joe Breshio and Dick Teague were deeply involved in an animated conversation as Susan wiggled her sexy hips over to their table. Both men immediately stopped talking as their eyes feasted on the thrilling fullness of her incredible body. She was wearing a very short waitress uniform, which hardly covered the hairy mound of her burning pussy.
As Susan placed the drinks before her customer's places, she bent deeply at the waist, allowing the top of her low-cut uniform to gape open. She knew the two good-looking men could see right down the front of her top to the swollen, massive mounds of her breasts, encased in black silk.
Susan's uniform was made of sheer, black material, and clung to her thrillingly curved body like a second skin. Taut, dark gray nylon covered her long, graceful legs, emphasizing the firm strength of her eager body. Tall, highly polished high heels completed her sexy uniform, pulling the muscles in her calves to exciting hardness.
As she stood before the two men, Susan knew she would have to get laid, and damn fast. She could feel the urgent need between her legs make her cunt lips tremble with frustrated, pent-up emotions.
"Will there be anything else?" Susan asked, letting a warm, inviting smile spread across her full, rich lips.
"Not for the moment," Joe replied, returning the woman's exciting smile.
As Susan walked away from the table, she made sure her ass wiggled provocatively. There was no question in her mind that the two customers she was serving were looking for action. And she knew her hungry pussy could take care of all their needs.
But Susan Henry wasn't a whore. Of course she took a tip for her services every once in a while, but she still wasn't a working prostitute. Susan was a woman cursed with the insatiable desire for sex. The beautiful waitress was a nymphomaniac!
Back at the table, Joe and Dick grinned at the wild way her ass cheeks bounced as she walked. Their mouths watered for a taste of her thrilling body. Quickly finishing the drinks before them, Dick was soon motioning to the sexy waitress.
Susan was busy as all hell. Ever table in the place was occupied by hard-drinking couples, and she had to keep on her toes. But there was still enough time for her to think about a nice, fat cock slamming in and out of her quivering belly. Seeing Dick waving towards her, she quickly responded.
Holding her pencil and order book between her slender fingers, Susan waited to take their order. She was thrilled at the hot attention her thinly covered tits were getting from their appreciative gaze. Standing with one hip cocked to the side, she allowed the tip of her pencil to absently brush against the hardening nipple of her right breast. Susan knew she was drawing attention to her thrilling body, and that was exactly what the nymphomaniac wanted to do.
"What can I do for you?" Susan asked, her eyes half closed as she imagined the size of their cocks.
There was an obscene quality in her voice as she asked the question. Both Joe and Dick picked up on her message as their eyes devoured the fullness of her body. Their lips were curled up into self-satisfied smirks as they answered her question.
"There's a whole lot of things you could do for us," Dick replied, sure the woman knew exactly what he was getting at.
Susan stood silently, enjoying the meaning of the man's dirty joke. There was no need for her to say a word. Instead, she met their smiling faces with a sexy grin of her own.
"How about joining us for a drink?" Joe asked her.
"I'd love to, darling," Susan answered, looking into the handsome men's faces, "but I'm afraid I can't. Not while I'm on duty," she hastily added.
"What time do you get off work?" Dick asked, unwilling to let the groovy-looking chick slip through their fingers.
"I get off about two," the young woman smiled, quickly turning off into the shadows of the bustling bar.
Joe and Dick congratulated themselves on their good fortune as they sipped their strong drinks. Each man thought how wonderful the satiny smooth dampness of Susan's cunt walls would feel working up and down the length of their hard cocks.
Susan could hardly control herself. The building lust and passions already anticipated the night before her, making it almost impossible for the young woman to last the two hours until she would be free. Free to seek the answer to her demanding body. Free to search for the peace that could only come from her orgasm. An orgasm that had always alluded her.
By two o'clock, the motel's lounge was already beginning to thin out. Most of the single women had found attentive men to take care of their needs for the night. Business was good, and the Skyline's cut of the nights action would be big.
From a small window in the kitchen door, Susan was thrilled to see the two handsome men still seated in the back booth, still working on a round of drinks. She knew they would be pretty well stewed, and she hoped they could still get their cocks up. Hanging her small apron on a hook in the kitchen, she checked her makeup, and headed out to her waiting friends.
Joe and Dick had swallowed a lot of booze, but they were still in control of themselves. As Susan crossed the room towards them, they could feel new excitement filling their bodies. The woman was really beautiful, and she knew just how to display her charms to their very best advantage.
After a few words, Susan found herself being escorted out of the darkened bar, a handsome man on both sides of her. She was glad she had taken a quick shot of scotch before meeting them. She could feel her blood pounding through her veins as they pushed their way through the swinging glass doors.
Susan led her friends to the elevator in the motel's lobby. Her room was on the fifth floor of the large building. As they passed the desk, sexy little Chris Hendricks flashed her friend a quick knowing smile. Susan's nymphomania was well known by the other employees of the Skyline. And most of them had had a chance to try her wonderful body out at least a few times.
In the elevator, Susan reached for the floor button, feeling the thin material of her black blouse pulling taut over the hard, bra-covered mounds of her thrilling tits. And as her finger pressed the illuminated button, Dick's hand lightly ran over the smooth roundness of the young woman's ass cheeks. Susan said nothing as she enjoyed the feel of the man's strong hand on her body.
Pulling her keys from her purse as she stepped from the elevator, Susan was soon unlocking her door and ushering in the eager men she was to enjoy for the rest of the long night. Inside the nicely furnished apartment, Susan's fingers trembled as she relocked the door.
"Make yourselves comfortable," Susan said, motioning to the low slung, white, fur-covered sofa in the center of the living room. "I'll just fix us some drinks."
Both men watched Susan's smoothly fluid movements as she worked at the small bar against the wall. They could see the outline of her marvelous ass as she turned her back to their eager stares. The short skirt their hostess was wearing displayed the curved perfection of the nymphomaniac's shapely legs and thighs.
Susan wrapped her fingers around the three, cold glasses of scotch, and turned to her waiting guests. She could feel the heat of their lust as she slowly made her way to the sofa. A few drops of amber liquid splashed over the rim of the glasses, dripping onto her slender fingers. Smiling, she bent her head to her hands, and licked the booze from her warm skin. Susan enjoyed the stinging, bitter taste of the alcohol.
Joe and Dick could feel the alcohol they had already drunk earlier in the evening begin to cloud their minds as they reached out for the glasses Susan held. Laughing loudly, they swallowed long gulps of burning liquid.
Susan stood towering above her two guests, laughing along at the unspoken joke. Her drink was stronger than the others as she rushed to catch up with them. Elaborately, she lifted the glass to her lips and swallowed.
While Susan lifted her arm, the hem of her micro skirt climbed higher and higher on her rich thighs. Even before she lowered the glass, she could feel the eager fingertips of her guests touching her exposed legs.
"Why don't you give a lady a little room to sit down?" Susan asked, after allowing them time enough to enjoy her firm thigh.
Joe and Dick moved apart on the sofa, making room for Susan to sit between them. Passion burned in their eyes as they watched the her settle down into the comfortable couch.
Once seated, Susan crossed her legs just as sexily as she could. Looking down into her lap, she could see that her skirt was bunching around her waist, displaying more of her thrilling thighs than might be considered decent. But respectability wasn't one of Susan Henry's strong points. While the two men watched, she pulled her foot out of her high-heeled shoe. Smiling broadly, she balanced the polished black shoe on the very tip of her dainty foot, swaying it back and forth.
Joe could feel the heat of the beautiful waitress' body as she snuggled closer against him. Lifting his arm sluggishly, he dropped it around the woman's soft, supple shoulder. His talented fingers began to massage her shoulder, slowly moving his fingers down the front of her body.
Susan thrilled to the feel of Joe's fingertips digging into the succulent flesh of her huge tits. She could feel him seeking out the erect hardness of her dark brown nipples, twisting and pulling the nub of flesh until it ached with desire.
And while his friend amused himself with the nympho's tits, Dick's hands enjoyed the smoothness of her nylon-clad thighs. His fingers trembled slightly as they moved higher and higher, closer to the damp moistness between her long legs.
Susan let her eyes drift closed. She swirled a mouthful of scotch on her tongue while her hot body responded to the men's games. A tiny sigh escaped her lips as she felt the familiar urgings of her body increase in intensity.
The men's fingers began to stroke Susan's flesh harder and harder. They could see the half-drunk woman responding to the feel of their hands. They could hear the excited sounds of her eagerness spilling from between her full, soft lips. They could see her body squirm against the white fur covering the expensive sofa.
As her breathing became more labored, she felt the now empty glass being lifted from between her fingers. With her eyes still shut, she felt the front row of buttons on her black, clinging blouse being opened. Soon, the cool air caressed the soft skin of her chest, above the confining tightness of her black lace push-up bra.
"You've sure got nice tits," Joe murmured, his eyes taking in the fullness of her massive breasts.
As Joe's fingers crept into the front cups of her bra, Susan could feel Dick's hand touching the damp nylon covering her throbbing pussy. She could feel the torturously exciting touch of his fingers pressing against the sopping wet slit of her cunt Letting herself relax in the strong, impudent hands of her guests, Susan's shoe fell to the floor with an almost silent thump. She uncrossed her legs and let them drift apart as she made it easier for Dick to work on her hungry pussy. She smiled broadly as the man's fingers took advantage of the easier access.
As carefully as he could, Joe lifted Susan's right breast out of the soft prison of her bra. The magnificent tit was softly firm as it thrust out from her body. The cool air made her nipple swell and ache with new excitement.
Frenzied lust overtook the three people as the alcohol lowered all their inhibitions. Joe's fingers tore Susan's bra from her body causing her tits to spill out in their full, thrilling glory. The heaviness of the huge breasts glowed pinkly in the subdued light. And while his friend's hands kept busy, Dick clawed at the clasp holding Susan's skirt in place. Pulling down a long zipper, the small garment fell from around the girl's wonderful thighs.
Susan's lusting need took complete control of her mind and body as she sat exposed to the penetrating eyes of her guests. Her skin warmed to the intensity of their burning gaze.
His lips trembling, Joe lowered his face to the waiting heat of Susan's tits. His mouth wrapped around one of her hard nipples, pulling the tiny nub towards his lashing tongue.
Susan thrust her tits up to meet the wetness of Joe's lips. She quivered to the feel of his hard working mouth sucking the lust from the very tip of her stunningly huge boob. His sharp-edged teeth gently chewed the dark brown flesh, sending shivers of lust and excitement racing through her sweating body.
And while Susan's tits were being so well sucked, Dick's fingers found their way into the elastic waistband of her pantyhose. The thin, almost black nylon garment was the only thing between his shaking fingers and her shuddering cunt.
"Let's get this bitch into the bedroom," Joe suddenly said, tearing his face from her thrilling nipple.
Joe hopped to his feet, quickly followed by Dick. Together, they grabbed hold of her arms, almost dragging her to her feet along side them. Susan was hardly more than a zombie, totally under the control of her own lust. As her blouse flapped open, she was led into the bedroom.
Holding onto Susan's soft arm, Joe kicked the door to her bedroom open with his foot. The alcohol had awakened sadistic tendencies in both men as they threw the beautiful woman to the bed.
Susan Henry was in a world all her own. Once again, she entered the world of ecstasy, praying for an answer to her forever questioning flesh. The flesh that seeked the solitude of sexual release. The magnificent exhaustion of a mind-shattering orgasm.
As she lay on the bed, cowering in the confusion of lust, Joe and Dick fought at the clasps and buttons and zippers that held their clothing in place. One by one, they tore the garments from their bodies, tossing them into a heap on the thickly carpeted floor. In a matter of moments, they stood nude, their throbbingly erect cocks standing out from the center of their bodies. Flames of all-consuming lust burned in their eyes as they slowly advanced on the bed.
Joe roughly turned Susan over onto her stomach. Grabbing hold of the collar of her blouse, the dominate man tore the garment from her back. One of the seams ripped as it was thrown into a far corner of the room.
Then Dick went to work on her stockings. The wetness of her sopping cunt still coated his fingers as he pulled the intimate apparel off with one mighty tug. Susan fell back against the bed like a rag doll, bouncing against the firm mattress.
With their rampaging pricks pointing the way, Joe and Dick jumped onto the bed. Susan could feel the heat of their burning cocks searing the flesh of her thighs as they pressed their crotches to her wonderful body. Looking up into their eyes, the beautiful nymphomaniac spoke.
"Fuck me! Please fuck me," she begged, the need in her body obvious from the look in her eyes.
Joe and Dick were all too happy to please the tortured woman. Grabbing her slender ankles, Joe positioned himself to the entrance of her dripping cunt. Reaching between his legs, he wrapped his strong fingers around his thick shaft, rubbing the swollen head against the heat of her throbbing clit.
Susan's eyes sprang open to the feel of his steaming prick working between her legs. Thrusting her ass up, she tried to capture his cock in her pussy. But, still lying on her stomach, she couldn't control her body well enough to seize Joe's massive tool.
Joe's fingers toyed with the half spheres of Susan's ass as he continued to coat his prick with the boiling secretions of her trembling twat. The hardness of her clit massaged the smoothly skinned head of his blood-bloated cock.
With Joe between her legs, Susan looked over to see Dick's body squirming beside her. He was moving so his prick would be level with her quivering mouth. She watched the swollen, searing helmet of his cock coming towards her face, and Susan allowed her eyes to drift closed.
Feeling the burnish flesh of Dick's erect cock touching her lips sent wild shocks flashing through her body. Stretching the opening of her mouth just as far as she could, Susan prepared herself for the suffocating fullness of his throbbing member.
Dick held his breath as his sensitive shaft sank into the burning, moist cavern of Susan's mouth. Every muscle in his body tensed as he felt her long tongue begin to caress the rampaging tool, urging the boiling scum forth from his churning belly. He could feel the very tip of Susan's tongue exploring the tiny slit in the head of his cock, tasting the first few drops of his bittersweet scum.
Joe was getting tired of playing with the entranceway into the thrashing body of the beautiful nymphomaniac. His cock was completely covered with her delicious secretions as he got ready to slam its full length into the velvet heat Susan felt Joe's fingers tighten their grip on the fat cheeks of her ass. She felt his powerful hands lifting her off the bed, pressing her cunt against his searing tool. And then, with a sudden thrust of his hips, Joe drove his trobbing shaft into the waiting moisture of her fleece-covered mound.
Sue tried to catch her breath as Dick's massively thick prick forced its way into her throat. She could feel her air passage being blocked as the cock dug deeper and deeper. But she didn't make any effort to pull the burning flesh from her face. She gasped quick breaths as her wonderfully experienced mouth worked up and down the thrilling length of meat.
While watching his friend enjoying the woman's marvelous blow job, Joe began to piston in and out of Susan's throbbing cunt. The blood-filled head of his tool dug all the way into the oven-like heat of her body, caressed by the softest, most exciting folds of flesh the raging member had ever felt.
Susan was beside herself with joy. Her strong legs wrapped around Joe's thick waist as her fingers came up to caress the hanging spheres of Dick's hair-covered balls. The sharp edges of her manicured nails gently scratched the sensitive skin as her mouth sucked away on the burning tool.
As Dick felt the rivers of sperm racing towards the tip of his wonderfully sucked cock, his hot member began working in and out of Sue's mouth even faster. And with each powerful thrust, the horny, turned on man could feel his orgasm draw nearer.
Susan's body had fallen into a wild, wanton rhythm as she worked away at the two, erect shafts of meat. She thrilled to the feel of Dick's strong hands reaching down to play with her swollen tits. His sharp-edged fingernails excited the hard, dark brown flesh of her throbbing nipples. Dick's fingertips twisted and yanked on the hot hardness of her sexy rosebuds as he drove his pistoning cock just as hard as he possibly could.
His entire body trembling with thrashing, crushing lust, Joe's prickhead exploded, shooting great spurts of boiling fluid into her slavering cunt.
Susan could feel every shot of sperm as it splashed against the sensitive, inner walls of her juicy cunt. Her pussy lips sucked away at the exploding member, urging every last drop of sperm from the bursting shaft.
And while her body responded to Joe's emptying prick, her mouth went wild on Dick's shaft. And her efforts were well rewarded. With one abandoned thrust, his orgasm was upon him, forcing a thick stream of sperm from the tip of his swallowed meat.
Tasting the man's delicious scum turned Susan into a raging beast. Her arms and legs thrashed in all directions at once as she felt the sticky fluids of Dick's manhood sliding down her throat, into the anxiously waiting hunger of her quivering belly.
The explosions of her two lovers drove Susan into the insane world of her own orgasm. Her beautiful body crushed into the damp bed by the weights of the two men, Sue's whole body became gripped in the throes of spastic tremors.
All three sweating figures let their bodies melt together in the inferno of their passions. Fingers tore at the closest available pieces of flesh as they allowed their bodies to fill with the all-consuming flames of their lusts.
And then it was all over. Slipping his exhausted prick from the damp furrow between Susan's legs, Joe fell back against the bed to rest. Allowing the woman to lick his now limp cock for a little while longer, Dick soon followed the lead of his friend. He too needed rest for his tired flesh.
But even before their scum had even cooled off, Susan was ready to go again. The fucking had been wonderful, but she still felt those familiar cravings deep inside her. Crawling around on the bed, she soon found her face pressed between the tired, strong smelling legs of the guy that had just fucked the shit out of her.
Letting her long tongue slip from between her full lips, Susan began tasting the mixture of Joe's sperm and her own hot secretions. Her delicate tongue worked up and down the limp member, filling her mouth with the delightful flavor of lust.
Nobody was more surprised than Joe to see his cock slowly coming back to life. Usually, he was only good for one healthy fuck. Then it would take a long time for him to be able to get ready again. But with Susan's talented tongue working at his cock, his power was quickly returning.
As the exquisitely featured young woman sucked Joe's cock, Dick had a perfect view of her round-cheeked ass. His own prick stirring between his legs, the handsome, half-drunk man couldn't resist reaching out to touch the taut, velvet smooth skin covering her sexy buttocks.
As she shoved one man's cock down her throat, Susan thrilled to the feel of the other man's fingers creeping into the deep, dark hole of her ass crack. She could feel his sharp fingernails thrilling the tight ring of her anus, sending shivers of excitement racing through her blood stream.
Pulling the heavy cheeks apart, Dick lowered his face into the steaming crevice. His tongue pushed against the tiny opening, and he could taste some of Joe's sperm which had overflowed Sue's fucked out cunt. The man enjoyed the thickly bitter taste.
Feeling the thin finger of soft, wet flesh digging into her tight-ringed hole thrilled Susan's horny body. While she worked away at Joe's hard cock, she wiggled her sexy ass back against Dick's slaving mouth. The thought of his fat prick digging into her sensitive flesh made Susan shudder with excitement.
Dick shared Susan's thoughts. While his mouth made sure her tight-ringed anus would be easy to enter, his cock throbbed hungrily between his legs. He could just imagine the feel of his thick tool being trapped by the tight muscles of the beautiful waitress's pink, puckered hole.
Watching Dick climb to his feet and position his searing tool into the deep crack of Susan's ass really turned Joe on. He could feel new eagerness in the woman's mouth as she anticipated what was about to happen.
Shivers of lust raced up and down Dick's spine as he felt Susan's ass-hole kissing the tip of his burning rod. Tremors made his thigh muscles shake as he thrust his hips forward.
The tight flesh of Susan's ass-hole yielded to the painful introduction of Dick's red-hot poker. The tears of agony, mixed with tears of pleasure filled her eyes as she felt Joe's cock pressing against the back of her throat. The prick she was sucking had grown back to full size, straining the tight ring of her lips to accommodate the hot fury of her steaming mouth.
It took Dick a few moments to get used to the burning inferno of Sue's anus, but after a very short time, he was pistoning the thick shaft of his manhood in and out of the tight-fitting chamber.
It took Susan a little longer to adjust to the feel of Dick's prick, but she too was beginning to enjoy the powerful buggering. Salty tears ran down her high-boned cheeks as she thrust her body back to meet the attacking tool.
Joe wanted more than just Susan's mouth to receive the burning load of his scum readying in his hair-covered balls. Reaching down, he wrapped his fingers into the woman's lovely hair and yanked her face from between his legs. He wanted to feel his prick digging into the churning heat of her belly.
Disappointment shown on Susan's face as she yielded to the strong grip pulling her head off Joe's cock tool.
Her body craved rest, and her exhaustion showed in her face. But the wild-assed bitch's mind was still swirling in search of sexual satisfaction.
Dick's hands reached around to the front of Susan's naked body. With a broad grin on his lips, he dug his fingers into the swollen globes of her fat tits.
With Susan standing on her hands and knees, Joe found it easy to crawl beneath her sweating body and fit the burning head of his prick to the pulsing lips of her juicy cunt hole.
The young woman's eyes sprang open when she felt the second man's marvelously erect cock. Balancing her body on one hand, she reached between Joe's legs and took hold of his thick shaft. Grinning like a horny slut, she began rubbing the burning hot flesh against her throbbing clit, sending waves of thrilling excitement racing through her body. While she excited herself with the head of his mighty tool, Sue's fingers massaged the tautly skinned pole.
Susan's sopping wet pussy lips slobbered hot secretions all over Joe's cock. With Dick's meat working in and out of her tight ass-hole, the addition of another burning shaft was just what she needed to quench the flames of thirst within her.
And then, lifting his ass off of the dampened sheets, Joe's cock shot upwards. With one powerful thrust, his cock was deeply embedded in the quivering mass of flesh which was Susan's hungry body.
As Joe drove his flaming cock into the depths of Susan's cunt, he could feel his friend's prick on the other side of the thin membrane dividing her rectal, and vaginal canals. Their cocks pressed together, increasing the pleasure for both men.
With both fat tools deep in her, Sue was almost driven insane. She had never felt as wonderfully fucked before in her entire life. The brutal treatment of Joe and Dick's hot cocks made her gasp for the very air to breathe.
Their three bodies began to move in rhythm, like one well-oiled sex machine. Each one seemed to know just what the other wanted. Sue was almost unconscious by this time, every muscle in her beaten form jerking spastically. Her lips formed silent words of praise as she lost herself to the world of orgasm.
Joe and Dick felt their climaxes approaching at the same time. Both men could feel their hot loads of scum raging to burst from the tips of their burning pricks as they fucked away at the beautiful woman. The closer they came to the final moments of bliss, the wilder their bodies moved, slamming their thick shafts in and out of Sue's welcoming body.
A long, deep moan escaped from Susan's throat as she felt the two proud tools exploding inside her. She could feel her innermost secrets bathed in burning fluids as her own orgasm took hold of her mind and souL New hope for fulfillment filled her brain as she drove her body to the very limits of sanity.
But, after it was all over and the two men pulled their limp pricks from within her, Susan knew she had been wrong. The minute their deflated cocks were withdrawn, she had that familiar, burning need to fuck, and be fucked.
But, looking into the their tired faces, Susan knew she would have to let them rest. At least for a little while. It was obvious neither of her hot studs would be able to get it up again immediately. Swinging her beautiful, scum-stained legs over the side of the bed, Susan stood up and she looked down at the well-fucked businessmen.
"You boys deserve a nice reward for all your hard work," she said, smiling as warmly as her hungry body would let her. "Why don't I go fix us some drinks?"
"That sounds like one hell of a good idea," Toe responded, his eyes enjoying the thrillingly worn look of the woman's beaten flesh. "Make mine scotch."
"Scotch is good for me, too," Dick added, watching a thin stream of fresh scum running down the inside of her thigh.
Turning on her heels, Susan wiggled her ass out of the room. She walked extra-sexily, knowing that her guests would have their eyes focused on the rounded perfection of her thrilling buttocks. The pain in her anus made it a little difficult to move, but she was able to make it into the next room without too much difficulty.
Standing over the bar, the young woman realized that making drinks would just be a waste of time. Joe and Dick were both heavy drinkers, and she had no intention of shuttling back and forth with separate drinks. Wrapping her long, slender fingers around the necks of a scotch and a gin bottle, she skipped back into the bedroom. With a bottle in each hand, she enjoyed feeling them bounce against her firm thighs as she walked.
"Scotch and gin, that ain't no sin," Dick joked, seeing Susan standing by the bed with her precious cargo.
Susan joined in the laughter as she tossed the scotch bottle onto the bed. Grinning like a slut, she undid the cap on the gin bottle still in her hand. Flashing her audience a wanton smile, she lifted the booze to her lips and took a deep swallow.
Joe and Dick were both amazed at what an experienced drinker their little whore was. The sight of her standing by the bed, her legs spread apart, was very exciting. As she swallowed the clear, yet potent alcohol, some of it spilled from the corners of her mouth, splashing against the swollen mounds of her thrilling breasts. Lowering the bottle, Sue's mouth was still curled up into a lewd grin.
"Look how sloppy I am," Susan said, massaging the gin into her soft breasts. "I must be getting drunk."
Both men laughed loudly as they passed the scotch bottle back and forth between them. They watched as Susan poured some alcohol into her palm and began rubbing it all over her body. In another few minutes, her skin glistened with the thin coating of booze. The night was young, and Joe and Dick knew they had a whole lot more fucking to do before they left Susan's bedroom.
CHAPTER FIVE
The following afternoon, Stella Bogen sat in her richly furnished office, looking over some bills. Her concentration was broken by the sound of the phone. Still looking down at the papers spread out across her desk, she brought the receiver to her ear.
"Stella Bogen here," she said, sounding very business-like and proper.
"Hello, Stella," a deeply masculine voice answered. "This is Eddie Youngblood."
After thinking for a few seconds, Stella remembered the sound of the man's Louisiana twang. Eddie was one of the businessmen who always arranged to have his sales meetings at the Skyline Motel. He knew Stella could supply just what he was looking for in the way of entertainment.
"Hello, Eddie darling," Stella replied, her voice suddenly soft and sexily pitched. "How have you been?"
Stella and Eddie chatted for a little while, then got down to business. He was holding another sales meeting the following week, and needed about twenty girls to fill out the evenings fun.
Stella thought for a few seconds before agreeing to the deal. She was a bit hesitant by the size of the order. Ten or fifteen girls were always easy to find, but twenty sexy broads was going to take a little hustling.
After the phone call, she immediately unlocked the lower draw of her desk. Pulling it open, she withdrew a small address book. The leather-bound book has a listing of her most reliable women. Before long, she had lined up eleven "dates" for her friend's meeting. Getting the rest of the chicks wouldn't be too hard, Stella thought, turning her attentions back to the bills sprawled out before her.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and Stella soon found herself at the bar that night, as usual. Talking to the wife-whores as they came in, she soon found another five women for the following week's activities. Nursing a tall scotch and soda, Stella gazed absentmindedly into the mirror behind the bar. A soft, warm voice brought her back to reality.
"Excuse me," the strange woman said. "Are you Stella Bogen?"
The owner of the Skyline Motel spun on her bar stool to face the woman with the sweet voice. She was pleasantly surprised to see that the youngish woman had a body to match her incredible voice.
"Yes, I am," Stella said, returning the woman's sexy smile. "What can I do for you?"
"My name's Betty. Betty Denard," she began. "A girl friend of mine suggested I come see you. I need a little extra money. She said you might be able to help me."
Stella wasn't the least bit surprised by what she said. Many of the women who picked up men at the motel were turned on to the work through other friends. It wasn't rare for neighbors to come looking for men together.
But there weren't many women as great looking as Betty Denard earning their keep by whoring. This housewife was really something special. Her tall frame was clothed in an ultra-short minidress, cut just enough to cover her hairy mound. The top of her dress featured a neckline which cut into the swollen globes of her exciting tits.
But the most striking thing about the woman was her exquisite face. Betty had one of the most angelic faces Stella had ever scene. There was a strange, virginal quality about the woman which made the motel owner's cunt lips quiver in anticipation.
"Perhaps I can help," Stella said, slipping off of her stool. "Why don't we talk for a little while?"
Sliding her arm into Betty's, Stella didn't wait for her answer. Leading her across the slowly filling room, both women were soon swallowed up in the shadows of the back booths. A solitary candle in the middle of the table cast a warm glow over their faces.
"I assume your friend told you what kind of work I can help you with," Stella said, her eyes straying to the dark valley between the girl's massive boobs.
"Yes, she did," Betty replied, her eyes staring downward.
"I must say," Stella continued, "you don't look like the type of woman who usually works for me. You look a little innocent Stella was a good judge of character, and knew the woman sitting opposite her had never whored before. It was important to find out whether or not she knew what the score was. A hysterical amateur was one thing the Skyline Motel didn't need.
"I really need the money," Betty said, her eyes pleading. I'll do anything necessary to get my hands on some bread."
Betty Denard was desperate. She was addicted to gambling, and had run up quite a tab with some of the local book makers and loan sharks. Unless she got hold of some money quickly, they would collect it from her husband. And that was the thing she was so frightened about.
Stella could read the desperation in the girl's beautiful eyes. She had seen that very same look on many women. It looked like Betty would be just right for the Skyline operation, but Stella still had to be certain.
Taking a last sip from the glass before her, Stella-climbed to her feet. Towering over the still-seated woman, she thrust her chest out, showing off the ripeness of her exciting body.
"Perhaps it would be easier to talk in my room?" Stella said, her eyes stealing down the front of Betty's dress.
Without saying a word, the sexy housewife rose to her feet. There was no question as to the meaning of Stella's words. Betty had come prepared to show her just how obliging die could be. Smiling warmly, she followed her new boss out of the dimly lit room.
In the bright light of the elevator, Stella had her first chance to give Betty a good looking over. The girl was even more beautiful than she had originally thought She looked about five feet four, but the tall high heels she wore added another three or four inches to her height In the bright light, she looked about twenty-five years old. Her lovely face was framed by cascading, honey-brown hair. Her smooth skin needed very little makeup. Her neck was gracefully long as she held her head proudly. Stella could see the hardened nipples of her breasts pushing against the thin material of her dress.
As they stepped from the elevator, Stella let her hand rest against one of Betty's thrillingly rounded buttocks. She could feel the woman tense beneath her touch as she allowed her fingers to gently massage the wonderful fullness.
Inside her lush apartment, Stella steered Betty to the comfortable sofa. Then she prepared drinks. Even with her back to the seated woman, she could feel the nervousness radiating from her lovely body.
"Here you are darling," Stella said, holding one of the drinks to her guest Betty took the glass hastily and lifted it to her full lips. With one quick swallow, she downed a goodly portion of the powerful drink. Stella sat beside her, their thighs touching softly.
"You really should relax, dear," Stella said, placing a warm hand on the smoothness of the younger woman's knee.
Betty's eyes looked helplessly appealing. She shifted her gaze from Stella face to the dainty hand on her knee, and back to her glass. Smiling warmly, Stella sipped her drink, waiting for her new friend to speak.
"I've ... I've never made it with another woman before," Betty said, her voice hardly more than a whisper.
Stella was beside herself with joy. She suspected the girl was a virgin to the Lesbian way of life, and the thought thrilled her. There was nothing more exciting than taking a sexy virgin to bed. She loved the idea of teaching her guest all the forbidden secrets of love between two women.
"Making it with a chick is the most natural thing in the world," Stella told her, as she slowly massaged the warm skin of her firm, inner thigh. "All you have to do is relax and enjoy it."
Betty took her advice. Letting her eyes drift closed, she sank back into the softness of the couch while uncrossing her long graceful legs. Excitement surged through Stella as she watched the young woman's knees slowly separating.
Betty trembled as she felt Stella's hand slowly traveling up the length of her thigh. She could feel the sharpness of her fingernails through the taut, almost black nylon that covered her legs.
Betty looked as though she was going into a trance as she allowed Stella's hand to roam over her skin. Even as she felt her glass being taken from her, she kept her eyes tightly closed.
Stella could see her guest's breathing deepen as she pushed her hand into damp heat of her fleece-covered crotch. A very soft, low-pitched moan slipped from Betty's lips as she felt the older woman's experienced fingers thrilling her nylon-covered twat.
"You really are very beautiful, my darling," Stella told her, pressing her lips to the girl's right ear.
As she snuggled against Betty's side, Stella's fat tit pushed against her arm, sending electric shocks racing through the little whore's blood. While her fingers played in the moist darkness, her long tongue toyed with the pretty earlobe. Slipping her hand into the elastic waistband of Betty's pantyhose, Stella lowered her lips to the long, graceful curve of her neck.
Betty was amazed at how wonderful Stella's fingers felt. She had wanted to make it with a woman for as long as she could remember, but this was the first time she hadn't chickened out Stella was pleased at the way her guest's body was humping against her probing fingers. Without so much as the thinness of her nylon stockings in the way, Stella could explore her cunt just as much as she wanted to.
Betty's jaw slackened and her mouth dropped open as she felt Stella's fingertips thrilling the hardened nub of her erect clitoris. She quivered to the touch of the strong hand parting her moist cunt lips. Her stomach was tied up in knots as Stella intruded into the soft, sensitive folds of her pussy.
Stella's lips showered the girl's neck and shoulders with wet, hot kisses before she lowered her face into the darkened valley between her massive breasts. Pulling the material of her dress out of the way, she lifted one of those treasured mounds from the confines of her garments.
Betty could already feel the first tremors of her approaching orgasm as Stella's lips encircled the hardened tip of her right boob. Her hand drifted to the back of the older woman's neck as she enjoyed the marvelously experienced tit sucking she was receiving.
While her mouth devoured the great mound of soft, hot flesh, Stella rammed two fingers deep into the woman's dripping cunt hole. She thrilled to the strength of Betty's muscles as she felt them clamp down onto her delving fingers.
Betty might have been a Lesbian virgin when she walked into the Skyline Motel that night, but she was learning fast. Flames of lust were engulfing her as she pushed her body against Stella's.
"Why don't we get you all nice and comfortable?" Stella suddenly asked, lifting her face off Betty saliva-coated tit The young woman's cunt muscles strained to hold Stella's fingers, but it was no use. With a new longing in her passionate eyes, she felt the fingers slipping from her velvet-lined chamber.
Stella slid off the sofa onto the floor in front of her beautiful virgin. While Betty looked on, she took hold of the young woman's foot, and carefully slipped her high-heel shoe off. Then, bowing her head, the she pressed the fullness of her hot mouth to the tightly drawn nylon covering her foot Betty was more than shocked by Stella's actions. She just hadn't been prepared for the loving treatment she was receiving. The feel of her hostess' lips raced up the entire length of her turned on body.
Stella covered the dainty foot with kisses, dampening the taut nylon. As she felt the woman's body shuddering with excitement, she slowly began to travel up the beautiful leg. Her lips thrilled to the smooth warmth of Betty's sweet-smelling skin. While her mouth worked against the tight flesh, her fingers began to massage the strong muscles.
Betty felt Stella's mouth on her ankles and calves, on the round hardness of her knees. She felt her fingers digging into the deliciously sensitive thighs. In another few moments, she could feel Stella climbing to her knees, and pressing her face into the burning heat between her trembling legs.
Stella's nostrils filled with the pungent smells of her guest's throbbing cunt as she pressed her mouth to the gaping slit of her pussy. Caught up in the excitement of her own actions, she clamped her mouth against the dripping gash. Sucking with all her might, the flavor of Betty's twat seeped through the thin, almost black nylon to fill her hungry mouth.
Stella's tongue lashed out time and time again, bringing throbbing, pulsing life to Betty's cunt. And as she worked, her hands moved to the elastic waistband of the girl's pantyhose. Still sucking the bright pink folds of flesh, Stella began to yank down the erotic garment.
Betty was more than glad to help. She lifted her ass off the sofa, making it easier for the stockings to be removed. She thrilled to the cool air caressing her naked legs, and responding to the experienced touch of hands and mouth on her bare skin.
With nothing between her lips and the younger woman's cunt, Stella shoved her face back into the churning heat of her fleece-covered mound. Clamping her mouth back onto the sensitive flesh, she allowed her teeth to gently take hold of the throbbingly erect nub of her clitorois. Very carefully, Stella rolled the center of Betty's lusts on the sharp edges of her teeth, sending wild tremors crashing through the woman's mind.
Betty's secretions overflowed into Stella's mouth, coating the walls of her mouth with the thick, sweet cream of her passion. The sounds of her hard working lips filled the room, along with the delicious aroma of burning sex.
Betty shoved her body against Stella's face, grinding her cunt against the older woman's face. She thrilled to the feel of her cunt lips being pried open, and the soft wetness of the hot tongue forcing its way inside the steaming chamber.
With her lips covered by a thick coating of Betty's secretions, Stella pulled her face from between her legs and stood up. While the younger woman watched, her hostess' long tongue licked the sweet juices from her face.
Betty's dress was bunched up around her waist, offering Stella the irresistible sight of her naked pussy, hot and ready for the release of her orgasm. Swaying her hips sensually as she moved, Stella stepped closer to the still-seated woman. Bending at the waist, her ripe melons hanging downward, she pressed her lips to Betty's.
The woman could taste the remains of her own cunt on Stella's lips as she hungrily sucked away at the older woman's mouth. Greedily pushing her tongue into the hot chamber of her mouth, she thrilled to the flavor of her own cunt.
While they kissed, Stella let her fingers caress the exposed mounds of her friend's tits. Her hands dug into the soft lushness of Betty's flesh, twisting and kneading the heavy melons excitedly.
And Betty, still trembling from the feel of Stella's mouth between her legs, reached out to cup her treasures. As their tongues lashed within the heat of their steaming mouths, the young woman's fingers slipped into the gaping neckline of Stella's sexy dress.
"Come, darling," Stella said, standing up straight and holding her hand out Betty was no longer the Hesitant, passive virgin she was when she walked into the Skyline Motel. Now, she was eager to taste the forbidden fruits of Lesbian love. She longed for the chance to suck Stella's cunt, play with her tits and explore the hidden most recesses of her fascinating body. Hopping to her feet, the hem of her obscenely cut dress still around her waist, Betty took hold of the outstretched hand. In the soothing shadows of her dimly lit bedroom, Stella led her friend to the softness of her huge bed. On a tall stack of pillows, Betty allowed herself to relax as she watched her hostess cross the room towards the record player.
Thumbing through her collection, Stella finally found just the one she was looking for. It was wild, West Coast rock band, specializing in suggestively erotic material Turning the volume up, the room was soon filled with the loud, pulsing rhythms of the exciting band.
"Do you like grass?" Stella asked, walking over to the small table at the side of the bed.
Pot was another of those things Betty had always wanted to try, but just never got around to doing. Eager for a chance to enjoy the potent drug, she nodded yes.
Stella pulled a small wooden box from the table's only drawer, and opened it She spilled some crudely rolled cigarettes on the table, along with a small vile of grass and some rolling papers. Picking up a pack of matches, she lit the end of a joint. Drawing as deeply as she could, Stella filled her lungs with the drugged smoke. Small bits of hash had been mixed into the pot, and it was a little difficult not to choke on the powerful smoke.
Smiling warmly, she took the joint from her lips and pressed it to Betty's. Then she lit a second joint all for herself. The room quickly filled with the sweetly strong aroma of the burning weed.
Betty coughed violently as she felt the acrid smoke burning the inside of her throat. But once she caught her breath, she was more careful. After a few puffs, she had acquired the knack for it and was already beginning to feel some of the pleasant sensations spreading throughout her body.
After a few more pulls on the joint, Stella moved back into the center of the room. Her body began to move with the throbbing excitement of the record. Moving her hands to the back of her dress, she slowly lowered the zipper.
As Betty watched carefully, Stella's garment slipped down the length of her body, coming to rest in a soft puddle around her ankles. She was shocked by the sudden nudity before her. Stella hadn't bothered to wear anything beneath her dress, and was totally nude, her body swaying to the wild music filling the room.
Stepping from her high heels, Stella made her way back to the bed, and the woman waiting for her. Dropping the small remains of her joint into a nearby ash tray, she climbed onto the bed. Her naked tits bounced heavily as she moved.
By this time, the pot had done its wonders on both women. Betty held her arms open for the older woman, and was thrilled as Stella snuggled her body against the lushness of her naked tits. As they lay in each other's arms, their lips sought the warmth and sweetness of their hungry mouths.
"Now it's your turn, darling," Stella said, pulling her face from Betty's. "Why don't you slip out of that dress of yours? I'm dying to see you."
Betty knew she had a fantastic body, and was eager to show it off to her new lover. Jumping off the bed, she rushed to the center of the room. The record had stopped, and she quickly flipped it over.
Stella allowed her hands to thrill her own cunt as she watched the delightfully obscene show Betty was putting on for her benefit She took every opportunity to tease her hostess as she slipped out of her sexy dress. Totally nude, she looked die very essence of erotic beauty. Her fingers toyed with the heavy melons hanging down from her body. The palms of her hands rubbed against the hard nubs of her nipples making them throb with desire.
By the time Betty returned to the arms of her lover, Stella's hands were covered with the thick cream of her own cunt While she had watched her undressing, she had finger-fucked herself into a wonderful state of readiness.
"All right, darling," Stella said, spreading her legs as far apart as she could. "Now you're going to get your first taste of a nice, sopping pussy. Come here."
Stella voice was strong and dominant as she wrapped her fingers in the honey-colored hair of the younger woman. The muscles in her strong arms tensed as she dragged Betty's face into the boiling heat of her hungry cunt Betty yielded to the rough handling. In a few moments she found herself drinking the thick cream from Stella's cunt Her nostrils flared with the pungent aroma of the woman's hole as the wild secretions filled her mouth.
Betty was a natural cunt sucker. Feeling the wetness of Stella's body smeared across her face fired the flames of lust deep within her quivering belly. Her mind was insane with the powerful forces of her own passions and the strong pot she had smoked. Sucking Stella's cunt seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do. Her full lips sought out the hardness of the woman's throbbing clit, and she chewed the erect nub until Stella thrashed beneath her.
Stella's legs wrapped around her friend's neck, pulling Betty deeper and deeper into the crushing heat of her cunt. She thrilled to the feel of her teeth and lips and tongue doing the most wonderfully obscene things to her pussy.
Squirming around on the dampened bedsheets, Stella was able to press her face into the welcoming warmth of the other's twat As Betty's lips increased the lust within her own body, Stella drank the sweetness from her thrilling cunt And together, they orgasmed. Together, their bodies found the ultimate release of their desires. Locked with their heads between each other's legs, the room filled with the wet, slurping sounds of their hard-working mouths.
When It was all over, Stella was the first to lift her face out of the womanly dampness. Her face was covered with Betty's hot juices. Smiling wantonly, she crawled towards the night table and grabbed another joint. Pressing it between her lips, she lit it and dragged great lungfuls of smoke into her lungs.
"I'd always wanted to taste a woman's body," Betty said as the burning joint was passed to her.
"Do you like it?" Stella asked, certain of the answer before she asked the question.
But Betty didn't reply. Still holding a great cloud of drugged smoke in her lungs, she crawled back into the mature woman's arms. Passing the joint back and forth between them, they enjoyed the floating sensations the pot brought on.
After a long while, Betty turned her face up to Stella's. They kissed briefly, then she spoke.
"Have you ever used a dildo on yourself?" Betty asked, her voice a secretive whisper.
Stella laughed loudly at the naivety of the question, but she quickly apologized for her sudden outburst Her fingertips caressing the tautly drawn skin of Betty's cheek, she told the her that she had, many times. At her lover's urgings, Stella hopped out of bed to retrieve one of her many rubber shafts. Choosing the biggest, blackest dildo she owned, Stella returned.
Betty was fascinated by the tool Stella held out to her. With trembling fingers, she took hold of the cool rubber rod. She was amazed at how life-like the tool felt as she pressed it to the heavy globes of her tits.
"Would you like to feel it inside you?" Stella asked, gently taking the exciting toy from her hands.
Betty nodded happily as she rolled over onto her back. Spreading her legs, she invited the older woman to enjoy her juicy slit. She lifted her legs up in the air, and opened them just as far as she could.
Stella didn't need a second invitation. Grasping the length of black rubber between her strong fingers, she crawled back into the churning heat between the graceful legs.
Betty caught her breath as she felt the swollen head of the robber dick pressing against the trembling lips of her burning cunt Fear of the thick shaft made her squirm from beneath the attacking rod, but Stella held her tightly, pushing the head of the phony cock against the erect pulsing of her clit Coating the tool with Betty's juices, Stella suddenly shoved the rubber rod forward, ramming it into the heat of her pussy. The girl screamed as she felt her pussy lips strain to take the incredible thickness.
But Betty's hungry cunt soon adjusted to the hard strength of Stella's dildo, and she began to enjoy the now pistoning rod. Her hips began to thrust upwards, to gobble the mighty tool into her waiting, throbbing belly.
And while her hands directed the surging force of the dildo, Stella lowered her face to the swollen globes of Betty's delicious breasts. Her full lips encircled one of the woman's hard nipples, and she sucked it into the moist heat of her mouth. Stella's tongue lashed back and forth over the throbbing nub, knowing the effect her lips and tongue would have on the thrashing girl.
Stella could feel the juices of Betty's cunt drenching the rubber shaft as she humped her body up to meet the delving length. Every muscle in her body throbbed as she drove herself to the second orgasm of the night But Stella had other plans for the young woman. Yanking the tool out of Betty's deep hole, she dug her sharp-tipped fingers into the soft, yielding flesh of the housewife's hip, and turned the girl over onto her flat stomach.
Betty was too drugged to know what was happening. Suddenly, without the long length of cock in her belly, the soft folds of her cunt cried out for something to fill the gap. Instead, she felt Stella's fingers pulling open the half spheres of her lovely buttocks.
Slippery from the juices of her twat, Stella positioned the swollen head of the dildo against the tight ring of Betty's anus. The muscles of her arm tightening, she began to press the hard rubber into the tiny, puckered hole.
"No ... no!" Betty screamed, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "It's too big. Get it out!"
Stella ignored the woman's pleas as she continued to drive the dildo into the unyielding flesh of her ass. Her free hand slid around beneath the thrashing woman, and she began fingering her sopping wet cunt.
Tears of pain overflowed Betty's eyes as she felt her anus give in to the powerful intruder. She could feel the sensitive walls of ass-hole tear as they strained to accommodate the delving rod.
Yet, with all the pain crushing through her body, the touch of Stella's fingertips on her aching cunt spread a pleasant warmth from her belly to the other parts of her body. And soon, the exploring shaft in her ass didn't feel quite as painful as it had before.
Stella could see her beginning to enjoy the obscene feel of the dildo driven up her ass. She listened as Betty's cries of pain slowly changed to whimperings of pleasure.
Betty's mind was a swirling inferno of confused lust. She didn't understand the feelings that were spreading throughout her body. All the pain was still there, but somehow, it didn't seem to make any difference. The only thing that mattered was her approaching orgasm.
And that was an orgasm Stella wanted to share. Letting go of the shaft of rubber in Betty's ass, she lifted the younger woman up to her hands and knees.
Betty did as her lover's urging fingers told her to. Crouching on the bed, her face still against the sheets, she waited for Stella's next move. The thick rod plunged into her bottom sent electrical shocks cursing through her bloodstream.
Stella climbed to her knees, and snuggled up behind Betty. Her heavy tits rested against the girl's sweating back as she reached around to fondle her magnificent breasts. Edging herself forward, the mature woman pressed her throbbing clit to the stub of black rubber sticking out of the deep crevice of Betty's ass.
Betty felt Stella humping against her. She felt her thrillingly exciting herself on the exposed stub of the dildo. She could feel the incredible heat of Stella's body against the sweating smoothness of the back of her legs.
Stella drove her body against the stub of the black rubber like a woman possessed. She wanted to catch up with her young friend, enjoy the thrilling fulfillment of the sex act with her. Hanging onto those heavy mounds of tit meat, she slammed the full weight of her body against Betty again and again.
And each time Stella thrust her body forward, it drove the black dildo that much deeper into Betty's horny body. She wanted to share the ecstasy with her young friend.
In a frenzied, violent swirl of thrashing bodies, Stella and Betty orgasmed. Their sweat intermixed as the powerful forces of lust and passion propelled them to the very heights of joy.
Stella entertained her for the rest of the night. And before Betty Denard left the Skyline Motel the following morning, she had agreed to be at the following week's sales meeting. Stella was sure the woman would be the hit of the evenings fun and games.
CHAPTER SIX
Every muscle in Brad Philips' body ached from exhaustion. The handsome traveling salesman had already driven two hundred and fifty miles that day, and his body cried out for rest. The highway's white dividing line held his gaze hypnotically, almost causing him to run off the road several times.
Brad knew there wasn't much more he could take. Even though he wasn't in the least bit hungry, he pulled his late model convertible into a roadside diner. He hoped a few cups of coffee and some rest would fix him up.
The Clairmount Diner was anything but appetizing. As he pushed his way through the swinging door, the strong smells of the place almost made him sick to his stomach. But the thought of getting back behind the wheel of his car was even less appealing. Steeling himself against the disgusting smells, he dropped down into the leather seat of one of the booths.
It was about eleven o'clock, and the place was almost empty. A few hairy-looking truck drivers sat at the counter belching down great mouthfuls of food, but they were the only patrons in the place, other than himself. In a four hundred dollar suit, Brad felt rather out of place in the grimy diner.
"What can I do for you?" a young, sexy voice asked.
Brady's eyes shot up to see the smiling, seductive face of the waitress, Beverly Thomas. As tired as he was, the woman's wild body was able to strike a responsive cord between his legs.
Beverly stood before her customer with one hip thrown sexily to the side. Her white uniform was covered with greasy food stains, but Brad didn't notice. He was too busy taking in the sexy fullness of her thrillingly curved body.
"How about a menu," he said, his lips curled up into a friendly smile.
"Sure, love," Beverly said, turning and walking towards the cashier.
Beverly knew just the right way to walk to turn a man on, and she knew this man's eyes would be focused on the great swells of her groovy ass. As she grabbed a menu, her eyes caught sight of Brad's car parked out front She was impressed by the expensive automobile.
When Beverly returned to the booth, Brad noticed she had opened another button on the top of her uniform. He could see the dark valley between her massive breasts, and the top of her black lace push-up bra. Reaching out for the menu, their fingers touched for a split second.
"May I have a glass of water?" Brad said, as his eyes strayed over the lush beauty of her body.
Beverly nodded, and turned towards the kitchen. Once again, she worked hard to show off her thrilling ass. And the extra effort certainly wasn't lost on Brad. In his travels around the country, he had become quite an authority on good-looking women, and this sexy waitress was surely one of the wildest-looking pieces of tail he had seen in quite a while.
Back in the kitchen, Beverly hastily applied some fresh makeup to her tired face. It had been a long day and she knew her weary skin showed every hectic minute of it. Reaching underneath her white skirt, she straightened her dark stockings. Using a damp rag, she quickly cleaned off her shiny white high heels. Beverly hated the usual shoes waitresses wore, and wouldn't be caught dead wearing them. She had great legs and enjoyed showing them off in high heels and dark stockings.
Walking back towards Brad, her high heels clicked loudly against the dirty, tiled floor. She enjoyed the way his eyes were devouring every inch of her thrilling flesh. It wasn't often she got a chance at a good-looking, obviously rich man, and Beverly had no intention of letting him slip through her fingers.
Bending over the table, Beverly placed the glass of water in front of Brad. As she moved, the top of her uniform gaped open, showing the man even more of her wonderful body.
And Brad didn't let that go by either. Without the least hesitation, he stared down the folds of her white blouse, into the top of her confining bra. The experienced stud knew his waitress was purposely showing off her body, and he was enjoying the little display.
All of a sudden, Brad realized he wasn't tired any more. There was nothing like a beautiful woman to make him feel like his old self again, he thought. Lifting the glass to his lips, he took a deep swallow of the cold water. It felt marvelous as it splashed down his dry throat.
"I think I'll just have a cup of coffee and a hamburger," Brad said, watching as Beverly stood erect once again.
"Anything you say, honey," Beverly replied, writing his order down.
Beverly made sure her words dripped with cunt juice as she spoke. After her long, hard day waiting on truck-driving slobs, she was really in the mood for a little excitement. And she wanted to make sure the good-looking stud knew it Calling the order into the kitchen, Beverly took a seat at the counter. Crossing her legs, she made sure the hem of her short skirt rose up her thrillingly firm thighs. Seeing Brad's eyes watching her every move, she slipped one of her high heels to the very tip of her dainty foot, and began rocking it back and forth. She smiled as she saw his gaze following the gentle sway of the sexy footwear.
Brad knew he wouldn't be spending the night alone. He returned her smile with a brilliant one of his own. He pulled a gold cigarette case from the inside pocket of his jacket Before Brad could take out his lighter, Beverly had hopped off the stool and was holding a lighted match out to the unlit tip of his dangling cigarette. His fingers covered hers as he steadied the flaming match.
"Thank you, dear," Brad said, smiling down the front of her uniform. "Why don't you sit down and relax," he added, motioning to the other side of the table.
"I do have a break coming up," she said, looking at her wrist-watch. "But I really shouldn't sit down with a customer. After all, I don't even know your name."
"That's easy to take care of," the suave salesman replied. "The name's Brad. Brad Phillips. Now that yon know my name, why don't you sit down?"
Beverly flashed a quick smile, and said," Let me get you your order. Then we'll see."
Brad watched the wiggle of the girl's great ass as she rushed back to the kitchen. In a few moments she returned, setting his food down before him. Without another word being said, she made herself comfortable at the table.
Beverly saw her boss giving her a dirty look, but she couldn't have cared less. Ever since she had come to work at the Clairmount, he had been trying to get inside her pants. But she wouldn't even give him the time of day.
Ignoring the fat slob of a boss, Bev turned her attentions back to the handsome stud sitting across the table. She smiled as he took a bite out of the hamburger.
"It isn't very good, is it?" she said, her lips curled in a sexy pout "I'm afraid not," Brad replied, dropping the soggy burger back onto the plate. "At least the coffee isn't too bad," he added, taking a sip from the greasy handled cup. "By the way, I don't know your name, and you already know mine."
Beverly laughed softly as she placed both elbows on the table. Leaning towards Brad, the top of her uniform gaped open again, and Brad had another chance to enjoy the swells of her creamy, full boobs.
"Beverly Thomas is the name, Brad honey," she said.
As they chatted, Brad could feel the point of her sharp tipped shoe pressing into his leg. While he sipped his coffee, Bev pulled her foot out of the shoe and slipped it up under the leg of his pants. Her cool toes began playing with his hairy skin.
"There must be a place with a little more class than this close by, isn't there?" Brad asked, looking into the girl's deep blue eyes.
"The Skyline Motel's only a few miles down the road, and I get off work in another two hours," the brazen woman said.
"I'll see you at one," Brad said, standing up and walking to the exit Brad paid his bill with a five, flashed Beverly a last smile and left the greasy diner. The fresh air smelled wonderful after the stench of the Clairmount Diner.
Brad felt completely relaxed after meeting Beverly. Just looking at her body made his blood race with new excitement. He mind conjured up the image of the waitress totally nude, on her knees sucking the shit out of his cock.
Leaning hard on his accelerator, Brad was soon nosing his car into the motel's parking lot. He could hear the sound of the loud juke box as he locked the door of his car. But with Beverly all lined up, he headed straight for the registry desk.
That night Chris Hendricks was on duty at the desk. Brad hadn't expected to find such a great-looking chick. All thoughts of Beverly slipped from his mind once he got a look at the young woman's pert, rounded ass. He could feel his cock stirring as he imagined how marvelous it would be to sink his fingers into the lushness of her massive breasts. His mouth watered for a taste of her sweet cunt.
Chris could see the heat and lust in Brad's eyes, and she really dug the way he was looking her over. Reaching for a key on the top row of the rack, she made sure he had a good view of her straining, braless tits pressing against the thin blouse she was wearing. She knew he could see her hardening nipples pressing against the white material "I'll show you the way," Chris said, smiling just as sweetly and invitingly as she could.
Walking around the desk, she led the way towards the elevator. She knew he was watching the up and down motion of her delightful ass.
"It was very nice of you to see me to my room," Brad said, smiling at the girl's wonderful body as she pushed the key into the lock and opened the door.
"My pleasure," she replied, returning his smile as she leaned against the door sill.
"I have some very fine scotch in here," Brad said, lifting up his small suitcase. "Why don't you join me for a little drink?"
Chris didn't answer his question. Instead, she just strode into the room, swinging her hips wildly as she walked. As usual, she was wearing a pair of tight jeans that showed off every one of her exciting curves.
Chris made herself comfortable on the overstuffed armchair in the corner of the room. She watched as Brad opened his case and withdrew a bottle of expensive scotch.
"IH get some glasses," she said, skipping off into the bathroom.
She was back in a flash, a broad grin curling up the lush fullness of her lips. Standing beside him, Chris let the tips of her tits press into Brad's arm as he poured the drinks. Taking the glass from his fingers, she leaned her head back and swallowed its entire contents.
Brad was amazed at the way she drank. Within a few minutes, she had downed four large drinks. The warm booze went straight to her head, and Brad smiled as he watched her move unsteadily towards the bed.
"I'm not sure I feel too sober," Chris grinned, lowering herself to the carefully made bed.
"Little girl's shouldn't drink so much. If s not good for them," Brad joked, sitting down beside her.
"What do you mean little girl?" Chris drunkenly asked, cupping her full breasts in her hands.
"I beg your pardon, madame," Brad replied, wrapping his fingers around one of those heavy globes of meat Chris purred softly as she felt his fingers massaging her tit. She loved the feel of his experienced hand digging into her firm flesh. After a little while, she took his hand in hers and lifted it to her lips. While smiling into his eyes, she covered his strong fingers with wet hot kisses.
Brad thrilled to the feel of her long, thin tongue licking his hand as she made the softest warmest sounds he had ever heard. As she covered his fingers with her sweet saliva, her free hand worked at the front of her pants. In a little while, she had undone the clasp, and unzipped her fly. Her pants were too tight for her to wear anything beneath them, and Brad could smell the hot need between her legs.
"Why don't you see if this feels as nice as my tits?" Chris asked, pushing Brad's hand into the open folds of her jeans.
The tips of his wet fingers thrilled to the feel of her fleece-covered mound. He had never felt pubic hair as soft and fine as hers, and it made his cock swell with desire.
Brad's manicured fingers began to slowly torture the erect nub of the little bitch's clit. He enjoyed the feel of her body squirming happily beneath his delving touch. He could feel the wet secretions of her throbbing cunt covering his fingers with the sweetness of her marvelous juices.
While one hand worked between Chris's legs, the other was busy undoing the row of buttons on her straining blouse. Opening the folds of the white shirt, Brad's eyes took in the full beauty of her massive breasts.
Wrapping her fingers in his long hair, Chris pulled Brad's face down to her heavy mounds of flesh. Her entire body trembled as she felt his lips trapping one of her thrillingly erect nipples. The sharp edges of his teeth carefully rolled the hard nub of flesh, sending shivers racing up and down Chris' spine.
Her mind clouded by the booze, Chris was little more than a brazen whore as she thrust her hips up to meet the delving hand between her long, graceful legs. Her muscles tensed as Brad's probing finger slipped into the tight hole of her cunt.
As his fingers worked Chris' body up to a feverish pitch, Brad felt strange sensations within his own body. There was something about the woman lying on his bed that made the traveling salesman want to please her. For the first time in his entire life, he was more interested in bringing pleasure to his woman than to himself.
Moving his mouth from one nipple to the other, Brad left a wet trail of kisses across the swollen beauty of Chris' breasts. His lips thrilled to the smooth warmth of her heaving tits. Her flesh tasted sweeter than any other he had ever kissed.
And as Brad's mouth worked its magic, Chris' lingers found their way to the front of his pants. She caught her breath as she felt the outline of his excitingly long tool. With the expertise of nimble, well-trained fingers, Chris soon freed the raging tool from its tight prison inside his pants.
Wrapping her delicate fingers around his thick shaft, Chris began pumping her hand up and down the full length of searing meat. The tips of her fingernails sought out the tiny pee slit in the swollen head of Brad's prick. She could feel his whole body shudder as she explored the sensitive hole.
Brad's lips began to travel down the front of her sweet body. Leaving the lushness of her huge tits, the tip of his tongue worked over the flat, firm flesh of her belly. His mouth thrilled the deep hole of her navel before moving lower into the churning heat of her hairy mound.
As he wrapped his lips around the burning nub of her erect clit, Brad lay beside his sexy woman. Positioning himself carefully, Chris was able to press the burning shaft of his cock to her lips. As she felt his fingers pumping in and out of the dripping slit of her pussy, she opened her mouth just as wide as she could.
Tremors of lust cursed through his bloodstream as he felt his cock submerged into the thrilling heat of Chris' hot mouth. Her long tongue covered his prick with the dampness of her saliva while her own clit was excited by Brad's expert mouth.
With one big gulp, Chris swallowed a good half of his delightful rod. She bathed the torrid flesh in her boiling saliva while thrusting her cunt against Brad's hard working face. The very tip of her soft tongue pushed its way into the slit at the tip of his prick, and Chris thrilled to the tiny taste of scum she was able to milk form his erect tool.
"Let's get these fuckin' clothes off," Brad suddenly called out, feeling the waistband of his pants digging into the hard flesh of his muscled back.
Chris thought that was a wonderful idea. She enjoyed teasing her own urging flesh. Climbing off the bed, she realized she was even more drunk than she thought It was difficult for her to even stand, much less get her tight pants off. Lifting her leg up, she toppled onto the floor. Holding her sides, she began to laugh hysterically.
Stripping off his clothes and tossing them over the back of a chair, Brad soon rushed to the girl's aid. They both began to laugh as he pulled her jeans from her thrilling legs. Chris' blouse came next, and she was soon totally naked.
Without any material hiding her marvelous charms, Chris was even more beautiful than Brad had originally thought Her skin glowed with the sweetness of youth as she lay on the thickly carpeted floor. The dark blue rug served as a perfect backdrop for her exquisite body.
Wrapping her arms around Brad's strong neck, Chris snuggled her naked tits against his chest. She stopped laughing as she felt the burning heat of his throbbing cock pressing into the soft skin of her hard, flat stomach.
Chris was like a lithe animal as she squirmed eroti-cally against the hardness of Brad's athletic build. Her sharp-nailed fingers caressed the taut skin of his back as her nipples binned his hairy chest. Their lips sought out the moist sweetness of each other's mouths as they kissed.
"Let's fuck," Chris whispered, her voice deep and laden with the lusting heat of her excited lusts.
Brad couldn't think of anything he'd rather do than shove his throbbing cock into the damp furrow between Chris's shapely legs. Climbing to his feet, he held his hand out towards Chris. She gratefully took hold and pulled herself up beside him. Standing, they found themselves wrapped in each other's arms, their hot tongues exploring each other's mouths once again.
Brad had caught glimpses of Chris' wonderful ass, and as they stood embracing, his hands slipped down to the fullness of her rounded buttocks. The very tips of his fingers crept into the shadowy crack, and he found the tight-ringed, hidden entrance of her anus.
Chris loved the feel of his fingers playing with her ass-hole. As she felt one of his strong digits pushing its way into the steaming tightness, a deep, throaty moan worked its way up from deep within her quivering belly.
Brad's cock ached to follow the lead of his exploring fingers. His lusts flamed at the thought of sinking the thick shaft of his mighty manhood into the burning chamber.
Chris tried to relax as she felt Brad's finger stretching the puckered ring of her hole, but it was no use. She was just to excited by his wonderful attention. His dry finger tore at her sensitive flesh causing shocks of pain to temble through her. But the woman made no effort to squirm away. Along with the pain was the exciting pleasure of being wanted by a strong-cocked stud.
"Wouldn't you rather get your fat prick in there?" Chris asked drunkenly, her words slurring as she spoke.
Instead of answering, Brad pulled himself from her warm arms and led her to the bed. Smiling over her shoulder, Chris lowered herself to the covers, her ass facing upwards. Sb'pping a pillow underneath her stomach elevated the rounded perfection of her thrilling buttocks. Then, still smiling up into his face, she reached behind her back and slipped her fingers into the crack of her ass. While Brad watched carefully, she pulled the heavy globes of meat open, exposing the tiny, puckered hole of her anus.
Brad's eyes delved into the obscene hole as he climbed onto the bed. With a strange, lustful look on his face, he lowered his mouth into the steaming heat of her ass crack. The wonderful aroma of womanly sex added fuel to the flames of passion consuming his mind and body.
At the first feel of his long tongue lapping at her ass-hole, Chris relaxed on the comfortable bed. Her eyes drifted closed as she felt the tip of his probing finger push its way into the burning inferno.
Brad's fingers replaced hers as he gently kneaded the full globes of flesh. His mouth filled with the marvelously exciting taste of her body as he felt her squirming happily beneath his lashing tongue.
But Brad's cock needed the tightness of her ass-hole sucking the life out of him. Filling her anus with burning saliva, he lifted himself up to his knees. Wrapping his fingers around the thick pulsing shaft, he pressed the tip of his prick between her trembling ass cheeks.
Chris' tight anus kissed the blood-filled head of his dick as she prepared herself for the first thrust of his bursting tool. Feeling him against her, she suddenly became frightened that her hole wouldn't be able to take the full thickness of his manhood. At the very last moment, she tried to squirm out from under him.
But Brad was too excited to let his lovely bedmate get away from him. Clamping a strong hand down onto the small of her back, Chris was pinned to the soft bed, unable to move.
The first thrust of his strong hips slammed the head of his raging prick against the unyielding ring of her anus. A sever pain shot through her body as she felt her body repel his advance. But Brad's cock was determined to find its way into the heat of her lovely body. Again and again, his rock-hard tool tried to force its way into Chris' pink ass-hole.
Finally, Brad drove the burning member into the steaming chamber. A pained grunt slipped from the girl's lips as she pressed her body into the yielding bed. Beads of sweat formed on her fresh, young skin as she suffered the assault of Brad's fiery intruder.
But as Chris bit her lip to lessen the pain, Brad's body went insane at the incredible heat of her ass-hole. He thrust his throbbing member into the hidden crevice as far as he could, enjoying the feelings of power he felt taking control of his mind. He knew his massive tool was beating the hell out of her body, but that only increased his pleasure.
Chris felt the tears overflowing her eyes as her fingers clawed the dampened bed covers. The weight of his body crushed her into the mattress, its springs creaking under the force of their fucking bodies.
Brad's fingers ached for the lushness of the woman's thrilling tits. Slipping his hands beneath her heaving, thrashing body, he found the hardened tips of her breasts. Capturing both her nipples, he twisted and pulled at the sensitive nubs of flesh.
Chris' anus was finally getting used to the fat rod driving in and out of the burning tightness. She knew the tender walls of her ass-hole were tearing at the attack of his prick, yet her body was responding to the painful treatment.
The woman's saucy ass began to move up against the driving hardness of her lover's searing tool as Chris felt the first shocking waves of her orgasm flooding into her swirling mind. One of Brad's experienced hands moved from the swells of her breasts down the front of her body to the dampness between her legs.
As Chris' ass swallowed Brad's thick cock, she responded to the feel of his strong fingers slipping into the wet folds of her sopping cunt. The sharp edges of his nails teased the throbbing nub of her clit as his assault continued.
Chris' arms thrashed from side to side as she slammed her body back against Brad's. She could feel his sweat dampening her skin and filling her nostrils with the wonderful aroma of manly fucking. She could feel her overflowing juices coating his fingers with the sweetness of her cunt's secretions.
And Brad's body joined his lover's. Engulfed in the all-consuming flames of lust, he pistoned his prick in and out of the burning prison of her wild ass-hole. The finger shoved up her gaping pussy could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against the thin membrane separating the two chambers.
And then, in a symphony of frenzied fucking, they both came. Their bodies trembled with the earth shattering fulfillment of their hungry desires.
With a final grunt surging from his lips, the swollen head of Brad's throbbing cock exploded, bathing the inner walls of Chris' ass-hole with the steaming fluids of his passion. Spurt after spurt burst from the tiny pee slit in the tip of his shaft as he drove himself into her body with all his strength.
Chris could feel every shot of Brad's scum splashing against her tender flesh, filling her bowels with his boiling sperm. And with each burst of hot fluid, she felt new tremors tearing through her soul. Her ass-hole strained to swallow every drop of Brad's thick load as she reached the very heights of her pleasure. Chris was in ecstasy, the ecstasy of love.
As the delights of his climax faded, Brad rolled off Chris' sweat-covered body, pulling his limp prick from the tightness of her ass-hole. His lungs strained to fill with air as he fought to catch his breath.
Using all the strength at her command, Chris was able to turn over onto her back. She had taken other cocks up her ass, but none as large as Brad's. She knew she was bleeding a little, but snuggling in her lover's strong arms seemed to make her injury unimportant. Her own orgism was still echoing throughout her sweaty body as she drew her face up to his.
Brad's lips thrilled to the sweetness of Chris' mouth. His tongue pushed its way between her teeth as he tasted her saliva. Feeling her gently chewing his tongue sent shudders of pleasure up and down his spine.
Their wild fucking had burned off a good deal of the alcohol's effect, but Chris still felt her mind swimming. Pulling her face from his, she let her long, sharply tipped fingers play with the bristling hair covering Brad's chest.
"Your cock felt absolutely marvelous," Chris said, reaching down to fondle the limp flesh between his strong legs.
Chris felt the wetness of his scum coating her fingers as she played with his resting prong. Smiling wantonly, she lifted her drenched hand to her mouth and began licking the bitter-tasting cream from her fingers.
"Hmmm ... delicious," Chris cooed, looking into Brad's clear, blue eyes. "I want some more of that."
Grinning obscenely, Chris squirmed around on the bed until her her face was between Brad's legs. She hesitated for a moment, inhaling the strong scents of his body. Then, her tongue extended, she began lapping the fluids from his limp cock. She could taste the flavor of her own ass-hole combined with Brad's scum.
Chris' soft tongue raced up and down the limply hanging shaft of Brad's tool. Dipping her head low, she lapped at the delicate hairs covering his emptied balls. Her mouth then traveled even lower. As he lifted his ass off of the bed, Chris' tongue slid into the deep crack of Brad's ass.
Brad could feel Chris' hot tongue pushing its way into the dark, hidden hole of his anus. The touch of her mouth was incredibly gentle as she brought new life to his tired cock.
Chris moved out of the strongly scented crevice and back to the hardening shaft of Brad's rod. Opening her lips just as wide as she could, the young woman plunged her lover's prick into the steaming moisture of her mouth.
The sounds of Chris' sucking mouth filled Brad's ease as he felt the strength quickly returning between his legs. She was much more an accomplished cock-sucker than he would ever have imagined. Brad was amazed at how much of his long tool she was able to swallow. He could feel the smooth head of his rod pressing against the back of her throat as Chris slaved between his legs.
After licking the scum from his limp prick, Chris wanted to taste the full force of his load exploding down her throat. She wanted to feel his hot sperm dripping into her waiting stomach. Her tongue lashed against the bloated helmut of Brad's shaft as her lips massaged the torrid flesh of his tool.
Brad relaxed on the comfortable bed as he watched Chris' head bobbing up and down on his erect tool. Her beautifully long, blonde hair cascaded down onto his thighs as she continued sucking away on the hot shaft of meat As she munched away at the searing shaft, Chris' fingers gently cupped the softness of his balls, careful not to injure the sensitive spheres. Then she moved her slender fingers into the tight darkness of Brad's ass crack. As she thrilled his prick with her mouth, tongue and lips, she pushed a stiff finger into the hot hole.
Wild sensations cursed through Brad's mind as he felt the sharp nail of Chris' finger scraping against the tender walls of his ass-hole. He lifted his entire body off the bed as his cock drove deeper and deeper into his lover's drooling mouth.
Chris could feel the muscles in Brad's legs trembling with excitement as she worked away at his burning manhood. She knew her mouth was urging the remaining scum in his balls, and she would soon be enjoying the taste of his marvelous sperm. Her jaws ached as she continued, but it didn't matter in the least.
Brad was no longer able to relax. His entire body tensed with the comming orgasm building within his quivering, churning stomach. Chris sank the full length of her long finger into the tightness of his anus and pistoned it in and out. Her teeth carefully chewed the hardness of his thick shaft as he felt the burning flow of his sperm making its way to the very tip of his pulsating member.
"That's it, honey, Suck my cock. Suck me good and hard," Brad murmured through tightly clenched teeth.
Chris was more than happy to comply with his wishes. Her sweating face doubled its efforts as she sensed the nearness of his climax. Pushing one of her hands between her own legs, she hastily began thrilling her clit, trying desperately to catch up with her lover's already trembling body.
Just as the head of Brad's cock burst its thick load, Chris' cunt overflowed with the ultimate joys of sexual satisfaction. His boiling scum tasted just as wonderful as she knew it would as her lips hungrily gobbled every single drop of the precious fluids.
Afterwards, as Brad held Chris in his strong arms, his mind drifted to a picture of Beverly Thomas waiting back at the Clairmount Dinner. She would just have to play with her own cunt tonight, Brad thought as he bent his face down to kiss the lips of the first woman he had every really loved.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Stella Bogen was used to waking up in the morning without Chris by her side. After all, her beautiful niece was a damn sexy woman and it was only natural for her to enjoy the hard cocks of all the men who were after her wild ass.
Feeling the warming rays of the sun streaming in through the window made her feel absolutely wonderful. She felt like ramming her entire hand up into the trembling warmth of her throbbing cunt, but she knew there just wasn't time. It was the day of the big sales meeting, and there were a million details that required her personal attention.
Hopping out of bed, she grabbed a freshly laundered towel and headed for the adjoining bathroom. A nice hot shower was what she needed to start the day off just right.
As the steaming spray cascaded against her swollen tits, Stella tried to remember all the things that had to be attended to that afternoon. Scrubbing her lovely skin with some delicately scented soap, she felt all her tightened muscles relaxing.
Spreading her legs against the steaming spray of water, Stella began to work her well-fucked cunt into a fine lather. Plunging a long finger into the soft folds of flesh, she made sure her pussy was nice and clean, inside and out.
Turning her back to the shower nozzle. Stella bent at the waist. A spanking clean ass-hole was a must, and she enjoyed the pleasant feel of her own slippery fingers working in and out of the tight hole. But once again, Stella had to remind herself of the busy day ahead. With a sigh of resignation, she shut off the water and stepped from the tub. The cold tiles tickled her feet as she wrapped her wet hair in the fluffy towel.
Using a hair dryer, Stella soon took care of her wet hair. Standing before the half-clouded mirror, she watched a bead of water run down her neck into the deep valley of her massive tits. Quickly drying the rest of her body, Stella tossed the damp towel into the clothes hamper and skipped back into the bedroom.
The entire afternoon was hectic for the owner of the Skyline Motel. She had to make sure all the food would be ready by the evening, and that the chairs and tables would be set up. Then, there were all the girls to check on. Stella wanted to make sure she wouldn't be caught short.
By five o'clock, all the details of the evening's activities had been seen to. Stella had an early dinner alone in her room. By the time her dishes were cleared away, it was already getting pretty late. She still had to dress, and that would take a while. Stella wanted to make sure she looked just right.
After her second shower of the day, she tried to decide what to wear. Just the thought of all those horny men was enough to make her cunt lips tremble with anticipated excitement. Finally deciding on an almost obscene hot pants outfit, Stella knew she would be looking her very best Stella loved the feel of supple leather, and the outfit she intended to wear was completely made from the very thinnest, softest brown leather imaginable. Totally naked, she pulled a pair of black nylon pantyhose from the top drawer of her dresser. Sitting at the edge of her bed, she slipped the sheer nylon onto her long, shapely legs. Panties were unnecessary, of course. They would only get in the way later on in the evening.
Standing up, she enjoyed the way the wispy nylon caressed her skin as she walked back to her clothes closet. Reaching in among her many sexy garments, she withdrew the hanger with the pants outfit. Just running her fingers over the sheer leather sent chills racing up and down her spine.
Stella held the hot pants open, and daintily stepped into them. Careful not to put a run in her stockings, she lifted the garment up around her waist. The sexy pants felt thrillingly alive as it cupped the saucy cheeks of her ass. They were cut to show off the fullness of her wonderful buttocks, and she could feel them rubbing against her cunt lips as she walked.
The jacket came next. Not bothering to wear anything beneath it, she felt her hard nipples pressing against the cool leather. The jacket had one large clasp in the front which held it closed. The garment fit tightly, shoving her massive breasts upwards.
Knee high, suede boots completed her wild outfit. Her sharply pointed high heels sinking into the thick pile carpet, Stella walked to the full-length mirror to see how she looked.
Stella was more than pleased by her reflection. From the very tip of her suede boots to the top of her cascading hair, she looked every bit the desirable, thrilling, beautiful woman she felt. There might be many women younger than she at that sales meeting, but few as exciting looking.
Stella felt a strange urge to kiss the lips of the reflected image, and she just couldn't resist. Touching the mirror with her fingertips, she pressed her full lips her reflection. Her kiss was long and hot, and when she pulled her face away from the glass, she could see the wet outline of her full lips.
The sudden ringing of the phone shocked her out of her almost hypnotic trance. Turning from the mirror, she skipped out of the living room. Lifting the receiver to her ear, she heard the familiar voice of her bartender, Charlie Brooks.
"Some of the chicks are already here, Stella baby," he said, his eyes caressing some of the exciting women sitting at the bar. "I'll be right down," Stella replied, eager to see just how great her girls were.
Swinging her hips wildly, Stella made her way through the hallways of her motel. She enjoyed the hot stares of the other guests she met on her way to the main lounge. Stella loved the compliments that were being paid to her well-deserving body.
Stella felt the high-powered air-conditioner blowing cool air against her tautly skinned face as she stepped into the dimly lit room. Immediately, her eyes traveled to the bar and the seven women who had taken stools. A small sign on the door of the lounge explained that the bar would be closed for the entire evening.
Stella's cunt lips trembled slightly as her gaze moved from one plump, saucy ass to the next. Her taste in women was impeccable, and there just wasn't a plain looking gal in sight. The clever business-woman knew her client's would be more than pleased at her skilled, expert selection.
"Hello, darling," Stella said, wrapping her naked arm around the bare shoulder of Betty Denard. "How are you?"
Betty glanced up from her glass and smiled into Stella eyes. She was enjoying the warmth of the mature woman's arm against her soft flesh. The part-time whore could still remember every wild moment of their first night together.
Betty had taken a great deal of time deciding on what outfit to wear that night. After looking over her entire wardrobe, she chose a sexy party dress. Made from black silk, it left very little to the imagination. With every move of her lithe body, she could feel her nipples rubbing against the thin material, hardening and throbbing with the burning desires of her wonderful body.
As she downed the last of her vodka martini, her mind relived the disappointment of the previous night She remembered feeling her cunt burning with the all-consuming flames of lust as she waited for her junior executive husband to come home. He was as late as usual, and she was as horny as always.
Slipping into a wildly sexy nightgown of almost transparent black nylon, she reclined against the softness of their comfortable sofa. Silk slippers graced her dainty feet as her fingertips readied her wet pussy for the assault of his mighty tool.
Betty's eyes flashed as she heard the roar of her husband's car pulling into the driveway. She carefully rearranged the folds of her diaphanous gown as she listened to the sound of his key fumbling for the front door's lock.
But as her husband stepped into the sexily lit room, she instantly knew her cunt would go unattended for another night. His pleasant smile lacked all the traces of lust as he explained what a terrible day he had had at the office.
Betty fought to hold back the tears as she listened to his story. If her competition was another woman, she might know what to do, but trying to fight his job was just impossible.
How different Stella had treated her beautiful body the nights of their frantic lovemaking.
Stella had seen her several times since their first night together, but she also recalled those first thrilling moments of frenzied lust. She recalled the excitement of leading Betty into the world of Lesbian love for the very first time.
But there were other women to greet. Planting a warm kiss on Betty's cheek, Stella moved to her next very special guest, Peggy Rodgers.
Peggy's ebony skin shined brilliantly in the ill-lit room. The blackness of her smooth flesh begged the feel of fingertips caressing its honeyed softness. In stunning contrast to the darkness of her flesh, Peggy wore a clinging, floor-length gown of shimmering white satin.
The expensive gown came right up to her throat, hiding the swollen mounds of her ripe breasts from sight. Braless beneath the white satin, Stella could see the hardened tips of the woman's tits outlined in the lush material.
The floor-length gown featured a wide slit running up the side of the garment. As Peggy sat sipping a tall scotch, her long, lithe legs were delicately crossed, sticking through the slit of the dress. Even in the dim light, Stella could see the hardness of her firm thighs, and imagined her own mouth working in the damp furrow of her fleece-covered mound.
Smiling broadly, Stella reached out and wrapped her fingers around the woman's glass. Grinning lewdly over the rim, she swallowed a deep mouthful of fiery alcohol. The amber liquid burned her throat as it raced towards her waiting stomach.
Peggy's fingertips reached out to massage the firm flesh of Stella's hip as she watched her boss taking a sip from her glass. She could sense the older woman's body leaning against her hand as she continued to sink her long-nailed fingers into the lushness.
Next in line was Beverly Bradshaw. This little chick was the very picture of the all-American girl. Her statuesque form cried out with milk fed healthiness as she sipped from her fourth glass of gin. Stella knew that many of her clients enjoyed fucking the shit out of this dirty-minded woman. She looked like so many of those unapproachable girls they met all around them.
And of all the women who worked out of the Skyline Motel, Beverly was the wildest. She looked so calm and cool as she sat high on her barstool. But given the appreciative stares of an attentive audience, there just wasn't anything the horny bitch wouldn't do.
She was dressed in the soft wool knit of an expensively tailored pants suit. Her patriotic boobs thrust forward, pushing the supple fabric out before her. The tight-knit wool cupped her juicy ass cheeks wonderfully, showing off every curve of her rounded buttocks to their very best advantage.
After all the booze she had swallowed in the short time she was sitting in the Skyline's lounge, Beverly was pretty well drunk. Seeing Stella standing beside her was all she needed. Hopping off the stool, she threw her arms around the older woman's neck, and pushed her body into the waiting heat of her embrace.
Beverly's lips eagerly sought out the sweetness of her mouth as their massive breasts ground against each other. They could feel the hard tips searing through the thickness of their clothing. Both women's nipples throbbed with desire as their tongues lapped at the moist heat of their sweet-tasting mouths.
"You're really ready for action," Stella laughed, pulling her face from Beverly's.
As stunning woman after stunning woman strode into the bar, the darkened room filled with the erotic smells of countless different perfumes. Each woman wore an outfit more outlandishly exciting than the next. But Stella knew her body was being shown off to its very best advantage. And her body was a lot better than many of those younger whores.
"Well, girls," Stella began, addressing the entire group, "I think I see everyone who's supposed to be here. You all no the score. Anything the men want, the men get. That's your job. Taking care of the fantasies and desires of those sex-hungry studs."
Pointing to half a dozen great-looking sluts, she had them follow her into the back kitchen. These girls were going to serve the dinner, and Stella had provided her special waitress' with very special uniforms. Styled like the cute uniforms of French upstairs maids, the clothes were black minidresses with little white aprons affixed to the fronts.
But these outfits were something special. The back of the skirts were cut away to reveal the entire fullness of their sexy asses. As Stella showed off the costumes, she was delighted by the happy gigglings of the girls. Unlike full-time whores, these women really enjoyed the attentions of their clients. They were proud to show off their exciting bodies to men who wouldn't just roll over onto their fat bellies and go to sleep.
Along with the uniforms, Stella distributed black fishnet stockings, to be held in place by imagine garter-belts of black silk. Patent leather high heels were a must, and Stella made sure she had enough pairs in the right sizes.
There was no question about it. Stella Bogen had made sure every little detail had been seen to. With the high price tags of her services, she made sure everything was just perfect. The businesswoman had never had an unsatisfied customer in all the many arrangements she had made over the last two years.
While Stella attended to the last minute details of the night's entertainment, the salesmen of United Plastics Corporation fought to stay awake during the boring sales meeting taking place in another part of the large motel. Many of the men had been to the last meeting held at the Skyline Motel, and they were really biting at the bit. Their cocks stiffened at the memories of those past orgies.
When the meeting finally grinded to a halt, Eddie Youngblood, the district manager who had made the arrangements with Stella, phoned down to the lounge. He told her his hot and hungry men were on the way.
When the men pushed their way into the dimly lit room, they were greeted by the sight of a long table, exquisitely set with the finest of flat wear and linen. Charlie stood behind the bar, and Stella was sipping a drink. The rest of the lounge was empty.
Putting her drink down, Stella walked towards the crowd of men. With a wanton grin spread across her full lips, she began kissing every hot stud she could get her hands on. The mature woman was well stewed, and thrilled to the feel of countless hands tearing and squeezing at her hot flesh.
By the time Stella freed herself from the horny bunch of cockmen, her leather jacket was flapping open, and her huge breasts were covered with the remains of their wet kisses. More than one of the turned on bastards had shoved his hand down into the tightness of her leather pants to sample the joys of her well-fucked bottom.
"Gentlemen," Stella announced drunkenly, "your dinner is now being served."
With that, the thrillingly dressed waitresses poured through the kitchen door, filling the room with the radiant beauty of their exciting bodies. Each girl held a large platter of delicious-looking food in their arms as they streamed into the shadowy chamber.
It wasn't until they had taken their seats that the men were treated to the incredible display of bare asses on the women serving them. With one hand, they grabbed for the numerous bottles of booze placed around the long table, and with the other, they grabbed at the exposed fullness of their women's buttocks.
Each woman felt their cunts and ass-holes being explored by eager fingers as they served their eager men the sumptuous food. After all their husband's neglect, the feel of attentive hands thrilling their flesh was a joy beyond compare.
Someone started the jukebox, and the room was soon filled with the wild sounds of blaring rock and roll. The tinkle of ice-filled glasses echoed off of the walls as the booze flowed like water. Suddenly, the kitchen door flew open again, and the rest of the women poured into the room.
Soon, every hot stud had a beautiful bodied woman r sitting on his lap, feeding him morsels of food fit for a king. And at the head of the table, Stella sat in Eddie's lap, his hands deep in lushness of her naked tits.
The night was off to a roaring beginning, and they still hadn't finished their dinner. Gales of laughter overflowed the women's lips as they squirmed their asses down against the hardening lumps of flesh between the men's legs.
Peggy had found herself a handsome looking fellow, and was busy working her full, black body against his, sending exciting tremors racing through his bloodstream.
Peggy had chosen well. Bruce Perch, the guy she was pressing her fat tits against was just wild about big-breasted black chicks. Sinking his teeth into the firm blackness of a huge tit was something he liked doing better than anything else. And Peggy had the kind of tits that cried out for the attention of a man's hot mouth.
"Here you go, lover," Peggy said, pressing a piece of rare roast beef between his lips. "We've got to build up your strength for later. I don't want that fat cock of yours to poop out on me."
Peggy punctuated her words with a sexy wiggle of her wide hips. Bruce could feel his shaft pressing into the hard fullness of the black whore's ass. He was almost afraid his raging tool would push its way through the taut material of his pants, tearing a hole in the expensive fabric.
While Peggy's long, ebony fingers began loosening Bruce's tie and undoing the row of buttons on the front of his shirt, all-American Beverly Bradshaw was whispering dirty words into the receptive ears of Roscoe James, United Plastic's only black salesman.
The sexy blonde thrilled to the feel of his strong, smooth chest as her fingers caressed his hot skin. Reaching down beneath her, she pressed her strong fingers to the bulging hardness of Roscoe's hidden prick. She knew his tool was fat and long, and hungered for the feel of shaft pumping in and out of her lily-white lips.
There were about twice as many women as men in the large room, and that's the way everyone liked it. As Betty Denard sat on the hot lap of a handsome dude, her fingers crept into the deep crevice of one of the waitress's magnificent ass.
After Stella initiated Betty to the thrills of Lesbian love, she just couldn't think of anything else. Every time she passed a good-looking woman on the streets, she would immediately begin to wonder if her cunt juice tasted sweet and creamy. Though she still hadn't gotten up the nerve to pick up a hot-looking bitch, she had followed a few, her eyes taking in the sexy wiggle of their fat asses.
Betty knew the evening would mean that she would get her fill of nice cocks and cunts. She was grateful to Stella for inviting her. And, she could certainly use the extra cash. For her participation in the night's fun and games, she was paid one hundred and fifty dollars. At this rate, she thought, her gambling debt would be all taken care of in a few weeks.
But paying off the loan sharks soon faded from her mind as the good-looking man pushed his hands up under the soft wool knit of her top. She leaned into his body as his fingertips began to excite her dark-fleshed nipples.
Her mind swimming in booze, Stella climbed out of Eddie's arms and onto the table. As she moved, her ripe tits bounced heavily, beckoning to every pair of eyes in the room.
"Clear these fuckin' plates out of here," Stella ordered, kicking some of the platters onto the floor. "Let's get down to business."
The sound of smashing glass brought howls of laughter from the drunken crowd. Stella looked like a marvelously depraved queen presiding over her perverted subjects, as the bare-assed waitresses scampered to clear the remaining dishes off the table. Food stained her suede boots, but she couldn't have cared less. Displaying her thrilling body was the only thing that mattered. Betty's eyes widened to the sight of Stella's naked tits bobbing up and down before her. Wild lust took control of her body as she climbed up to join the beautiful woman on the now clear table.
Everyone in the room watched carefully as Betty sank to her knees before the wonderfully towering figure of Stella Bogen. They watched as her long, slender fingers fumbled drunkenly with the clasp of her lover's hot pants. The cool leather sent chills surging through Betty's body as she lowered the garment Stella smiled into the adoring faces of her audience as she felt the young woman's fingers rolling down her almost black pantyhose. The cool air thrilled the wet lips of her quivering cunt lips as she felt the warmth of Betty's breath covering her soft, hairy mound.
There was nothing which turned on a bunch of men quicker than the sight of two beautiful women enjoying the lusts of each other's bodies. Men and women both moved closer as Betty's exquisitely featured face was lost in the tangled web of Stella's throbbing triangle.
As Betty's lips found the erect nub of Stella's aching clitoris, she lifted her hands to the swollen spheres of her wild ass. Her sharp-nailed fingers stole into the heat of her steaming ass crack while the loud noises of her sucking mouth filled everyone's straining ears.
Stella tensed to the probing tip of Betty's finger as it pressed against the tight ring of her well-fucked ass-hole. Rolling the throbbing clit between her soft lips, she shoved her exploring digit into the hot chamber with all her might. Stella's throaty groan added fuel to the flames of lust burning within her horny body.
Watching the two women going at each other on the table top was driving Eddie insane. Grabbing the closest available piece of cunt, his fingers tore at the restraining zipper of his fly. In another moment, the stiff shaft pushed its way through the folds of his pants and underwear. Even in the dim, shadowy light, the burning redness of his bloated prickhead was clearly visible, glowing with passion.
Eddie's grasping reach had snagged Lois Carter, one of the sexily dressed waitresses. The top of her uniform had already been opened, and her fat tits were hanging out for everyone to see.
Lois couldn't have been more pleased with the man that had grabbed her as she looked down at the mighty strength between Eddie's legs. Her mouth watered for a taste of his boiling scum as she covered the rampaging thickness with her naked ass.
Eddie felt the tip of his burning meat slipping into the dark crevice between Lois' saucy ass cheeks. She was carefully arranging her body so the entrance of her anus kissed the searing head of his tool.
Lois wanted to feel his thick poker shoved all the way up her bowels. She wanted to feel the sensitive walls of her burning chamber tearing at the immense proportions of Eddie's manhood as he pumped himself in and out of her ass. Twisting around on his lap, she pressed her naked tits to Eddie's hard chest, and told him exactly what she wanted.
Eddie could hardly believe his ears as Lois' virginal lips mouthed some of the most obscene things he had ever heard. And the effect of her dirty words was obvious on the still-growing shaft of his proud tool. Bouncing up and down on his lap, Lois could feel the hardness of Eddie's manhood repeatedly trying to force it way into the resisting hole.
Stella felt her knees growing weak as Betty's mouth thrilled her gaping slit. Her eyes tightly shut, she slammed her body back and forth between the pressure of the younger woman's lips on her cunt and fingers between her buttocks.
Betty happily swallowed the increased secretions of Stella's orgasming pussy. The inner walls of her mouth were coated by the thick cream as she felt her own cunt beginning to overflow. As her lips sucked even harder, Betty could feel a thin stream of cunt juice flowing down the inside of her thighs.
While everyone watched, Stella let her legs collapse. Sprawled out on the food-stained table-cloth, she wrapped her thighs around Betty's head, drawing the woman's mouth into the inferno of churning lusts even more.
By this time, every man had a delightfully sexy bitch sucking away at his burning tool. One man had fallen to the cold floor with a wild whore sucking his cock, and another tramp ramming the tip of her long tongue into the heat of his ass-hole.
And the booze continued to flow. In the drunken brawl, two more women had climbed up onto the table top, and were busily sucking the enormous globes of Stella's boobs. The sharp teeth tortured the throbbing nipples as they sank their fingers into the lushness of the ripe melons.
Lois couldn't wait for the feel of Eddie's cock in her ass any longer. Lifting herself off his probing tool, she lowered her chest to the table, pointing her ass out towards the man's eager eyes. Reaching behind her back, she slipped her fingers into the deep crevice, prying the firm melons apart so he could inspect the hidden entranceway into her steaming cavity. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled just as warmly and invitingly as she could.
"Come on, baby," Lois cooed, "get that cock of yours inside me. I want to feel you stuffing my body full of that hot shaft."
Still seated, Eddie leaned forward and pressed his eager face into the deep crack. The tip of his tongue explored the pink, puckered ring as his fingers caressed the smoothness of her heavy buttocks. He could feel the little whore trembling to the touch of his soft, wet tongue and lips.
With Eddie working at her ass-hole, Lois was able to relax and enjoy the wild sensations filling her body. Resting her face against the table top, one of her hands came up to toy with the hardened tip of her right breast. Her eyes were focused on the four women in front of her.
One of the waitresses sucking Stella's fat tits felt her shoe being removed. Looking over her shoulder, she thrilled to the sight of Lois's pretty lips pressing against the tautly draw nylon covering her toes.
Off to the side of the room, Peggy was putting on a special show for the white stud who would soon be fucking the shit out of her black pussy. Standing before him, her white satin gown a soft puddle around her feet, she displayed the full curves of her naked body. Her ebony tits swayed in time with the music pouring out of juke box. Cupping one of those huge melons in both hands, she lifted it towards her mouth. Smiling wantonly, she wrapped her black lips around the throbbing nipple and began sucking away at her own breast.
Watching the obscene display of his black tramp, Allen Dale took hold of his cock and yanked the life out of it. His fingers urged the boiling scum in his belly to flow to the very tip of his burning prick.
"Here, darling," one of the waitresses said as she climbed between his legs. "Let me take care of you."
The beautiful whore took Allen's cock between her fingers and began licking up and down the full length of his majestic tool. She coated the thick shaft with sweet saliva, then moved lower, to gently suck his hair-covered balls. She was very careful not to injure the sensitive, sperm producing spheres.
Pulling her lips off of the hard nub of her right nipple, Peggy cupped a dark brown melon in each hand and moved closer to Allen's still seated body. While the tips of her fingers toyed with the jet black tips, she held the magnificent mounds of flesh out towards his trembling mouth.
But each time Allen's lips tried to capture one of those incredible rosebuds, Peggy would pull back. She teased him over and over again, knowing her game was increasing the strength of his big prick.
But Allen had enough of Peggy's teasing, and he grabbed a handful of one of her breasts. Thrilled by the sight of his white fingers sinking into the blackness of her skin, he brutally yanked the fat melon to his mouth. Grinning sadistically, his sharp teeth bit into her flesh.
And this is exactly what Peggy wanted. She needed to feel used, completely controlled by her man. Though tears of pain spilled down her cheeks, her black lips were curled into a strangely peaceful smile. Her cunt quivered as her mind reeled with the agony of his sadistic treatment.
The woman between his legs plunged the entire length of Allen's cock into her slaving mouth. While her lips caressed the taut, torrid skin covering his blood-bloated manhood, the very tip of her tongue explored the tiny pee-slit in the head of his cock. As she worked away at the searing tool, she tasted the first drop of his scum boiling out of the rod.
Peggy brought her hands to the back of her stud's head as she thrust her tits against the sharpness of his biting teeth. With the agony of pain and the ecstasy of pleasure filling her body and soul, the black tigress climaxed.
Beverly Bradshaw's pants hung around her ankles, while her sweater was pushed over her thrusting tits. Her waspish body glistened with sweat as her black lover's fingers explored every crack and crevice of her thrilling body. Vile obscenities spewed from her lips, making the black stud's cock ache for the tightness of her velvet walled cunt hole.
The all-American whore was thrown to the floor as Roscoe suddenly stood up. Quickly dropping his pants, the ebony-skinned salesman positioned the head of his prick to the gaping hole between Beverly's legs. He could feel the hot fluids of her cunt bathing the swollen head of his shaft as his hips shot forward.
With one masterful stroke, Roscoe's thrusting hips sank almost half his black intruder into the soft, pink folds of her quivering twat. Kicking her slacks off her ankle, her legs encircled the man's muscular build. Driving the heels of her pretty feet into his sweat-dampened back, she spurred her black stallion on.
"Fuck me, you black bastard!" Beverly screamed, caught up in the burning lusts of her sopping wet cunt.
As Roscoe's cock turned her body into a heaving, thrashing lump of trembling flesh, she began to laugh hysterically. Humping her ass off the floor, she imagined the shocked look on the face of her bigoted husband if he could see her whoring gash gobbling the thick shaft of the black man's throbbing member.
Eddie lifted his face from the steaming heat of Lois' ass-hole. Cimbing on top of her, he pressed the tip of his rod to the saliva-filled hole. Holding on to her wide hips, he drove the seething tool against the resisting strength of Lois' tight ringed anus. And then, with a wet, sucking noise, she allowed his prick inside her shaking body.
Lois wiggled her fat ass back against Eddie's shaft as her fingers continued to play with the hard tips of her massive breasts. It took her a while to get used to the huge member, but she was soon happily enjoying the brutal attack of his cock.
The heat within Lois' ass chamber was beyond belief. Eddie thought he had stuck his cock into the very portals of hell as he began to piston his searing tool in and out of her tight hole.
Lois matched her stud's rhythm as their bodies fused into one wild, fucking machine. The harder he thrust his submerged prick into the forbidden chamber, the more Lois liked it. Muscles hidden deep within her rectum sucked away on the probing scepter as she felt Eddie's balls bouncing against the sopping gash of her fleece-covered cunt.
And then, with all the force of a volcano, Eddie's cock erupted deep inside Lois' bowels. Thick spurts of boiling scum burst from the tiny slit in the head of his prick, bathing the sensitive walls of her rectum with his precious sperm.
Lois could feel every drop of scum as it splashed against the tender flesh of her insides. And with Eddie's orgasm came her own. With all the strength left in her exhausted body, she slammed back against the exploding tool, savoring the last moments of his hardness.
With the hot secretions of Stella's marvelous cunt covering her face, Betty lifted her head from between the woman's legs. Her wet pussy craved the attentions of a thick piece of meat. Jumping from the table, she raced to the united figures of Beverly and Roscoe. Insane from the burning desires of her enflamed passions, she literally tore the black stud off his whore's body.
Roscoe felt Betty's sharp nails digging into his athletic shoulders as he was thrown to the floor. Before he knew what was happening, the horny woman had mounted him, driving the searing flesh of his ebony bat into the deepest recesses of her palatial chamber.
Beverly was as mad as all hell. Having Roscoe's cock torn from her quivering belly just as she was about to come was just too much. Digging her fingers into the soft meat of Betty's sides, she tried to yank the woman off his beautiful prick.
But Betty had no intention of surrendering the shaft she needed so desperately. Curling her hand up into a tight ball, she slammed her fist right into Beverly's face, sending her sprawling across the floor.
Everyone watched howled with laughter as Beverly's face went red with rage. No one had ever dared strike her before, and she was shocked by Betty's violent action. Screaming filthy obscenities at the top of her lungs, she crawled back towards Betty's humping, panting body. She intended to beat the living shit out of the other woman.
But Beverly never made it. She felt the strong hands grabbing her by the ankles, and dragging her across the smooth floor away from her objective. Squirming around, she was able to see two nude men, their cocks at rigid attention smiling down at her.
"Let me go, you fuckin' bastards," Beverly screamed, trying to kick herself free of their hold.
But Harry and Chuck just laughed. Beverly's lush body really turned them on, and they were going to fuck the living hell out of her. The ripe melons of her breasts glowed hotly from being dragged across the floor.
Seeing the two shafts so proudly erect made Beverly stop screaming. She realized they intended to sandwich her between those two rods, and she liked the idea.
Harry climbed down to the floor and lay on his back, his cock standing on end like a flagpole. Chuck grabbed Beverly by the tits and dragged her on top of his friend's prone figure.
Beverly didn't have to be handled so roughly, but remembering who was paying who, she allowed them to have their run. Harry grabbed hold of his prick and shoved it into the waiting slit of her sopping wet pussy with the very first thrust of his hips. Beverly's horny desires had well lubricated her slavering cunt.
Once she got used to the wonderful feel of Harry's massive tool, she felt Chuck pushing her tits down against his friend's chest. Knowing that he was trying to get at her ass-hole, she helped him all she could. The burning tips of her tits enjoyed the hairy, hard body of the man beneath her.
With Beverly slumped over Harry's body, Chuck was presented with a perfect view of the rounded beauty of her buttocks. Smiling hotly, he pushed his face into the dark crevice and began sucking away at her ass-hole. Saliva dripped from between his lips as he rushed to lubricate her anus for the fucking he was going to give her.
Betty loved having her ass sucked while a strong cock pounded in and out of her quivering belly, but the sensations were to be short lived. Once Chuck had gotten her tight hole good and wet, he pulled his face from between her ass cheeks.
Wrapping his fingers around his pulsing shaft, Chuck pressed forward, thrilling to the feel of Beverly's anus kissing the smooth-skinned head of his cock. She had marvelous control of her rectal muscles, and he knew his little whore was an experienced ass fucker.
Holding her breath, Beverly tensed as Chuck's tool pressed forward. Concentrating just as hard as she could, she was able to relax her muscles enough for him to get inside. His prick felt a lot bigger than it looked and fear shuddered through Beverly, as she thought of the permanent damage which might be done to her by the force of his rampaging shaft.
Harry could feel his friend's cock on the other side of the thin membrane separating her ass and cunt holes. The added pressure felt marvelous as he continued to thrust his cock up into the waiting heat of Beverly's churning lusts.
In a very short time, Beverly had gotten completely adjusted to the fullness of the two shafts plowing against her yielding flesh. Beads of sweat formed on her ripe boobs, and dripped into the tangled mat of hair on Harry's chest. Once again, she felt her orgasm coming closer.
But this time there was nothing to interrupt her climax. Her body trapped in the grip of passion, the marvelous orgasm hit with the force of an express train. Her mind flooded with a million images as all the strength was drained from her body.
Chuck could feel his boiling load racing to the very tip of his probing shaft, as he rammed into the very depths of Beverly's trembling anus. He could feel the burning walls of her sensitive chamber sucking the scum from his balls as he repeatedly smashed his body against hers.
Shaking with lust, Harry's surging prick exploded, shooting his steaming load deep into Beverly's hungry belly. He felt her lurching against him, her cunt swallowing every drop of precious fluid that burst from the tip of his prick.
Beverly sobbed softly as she enjoyed the echoing shock waves of her thrilling orgasm. Caught between the raging lusts of both cocks drove her right to the very heights of orgasmic ecstasy. Her lips mouthed silent words of praise for the two men who had fucked her so beautifully.
When Betty's orgasm overtook her, she shrieked at-the top of her lungs. It had been a long time since her body had felt totally relaxed. But now, thanks to the marvelous work of Roscoe's pulsing prick, she was once again enjoying the fabulous paradise of orgasm.
After he finished dumping his boiling load into her hot belly, Betty let herself slide from the hardness of his sweat slickened skin. Looking over her shoulder, she watched Harry and Chuck withdrawing their softened pricks from Beverly's well-fucked body.
Crawling on her hands and knees, she pressed her face to Beverly's, and they kissed. Betty was sorry she had slammed her fist into the other girl's face.
Beverly knew Betty couldn't control herself earlier, and she held no grudge. On the contrary. Bev found the other woman's body thrilling and exciting. As they kissed, their fat tits pressed against each other, sending waves of love and lust cursing through their bloodstreams.
Just to show Betty that she wasn't angry any longer, Beverly made her lie down on her back. Smiling wickedly, she drank the remains of Roscoe's wonderful load from the sweet hole of her happily exhausted pussy.
Swilling scotch from the bottle, her exciting clothes spread into every corner of the large room, Stella looked at what was going on, and she was pleased. Smiling into Eddie Youngblood's handsome face, she could see he was just as satisfied with the arrangements as all her other clients had always been.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As Brad Philips watched the naked swells of Chris' ass swaying as she walked, he realized the indisputable fact of his love. For the first time in his whole life, he had told a woman he loved her ... and really meant it. Chris Hendricks was everything Brad had always dreamed of. She was young, beautiful, smart, and the best fuck he ever had.
There was just no getting around it. Brad couldn't even consider a life without Chris, now that he had met her. Just her leaving to take a shower made him unhappy. Smiling slightly, he enjoyed the aroma of her young body clinging to the sheets as he listened to the sound of the shower in the adjoining bathroom.
When Chris came back into the room, she was drying her hair in a big, fluffy towel. Beads of moisture glistened against her skin and in the soft, blonde hair between her legs. Her wet feet left dainty footprints in the thick pile carpet.
Grabbing a spare towel, Brad climbed out of bed. His cock was as hard as a ramrod as he pressed his lips to the damp skin on her shoulder. The tip of his prick brushed against her leg as he stood beside her sweet-smelling body.
"Can I help?" Brad asked, patting the moisture from Chris' strong, broad back.
"Hmmm ... that feels nice," she murmured, leaning back into the man's strong hands. "And this feels nice, too," she laughingly added, wrapping her fingers around his prick.
Chris knew she was in love with Brad. She suspected it the very first time they laid eyes on each other, the night before. And the all night fuck session made it definite. Chris had opened her legs for a lot of men, but with Brad something seemed very different, very right.
Brad lowered himself to the floor as he began to dry the damp furrow between her gorgeous legs. Leaning into his task, he pressed the thick terry cloth to the moist heat of Chris's cunt. As he dried the sensitive area, she could feel the strength of his fingers through the thickness of the towel.
Crawling around on his knees, the handsome stud began to go to work on his lover's perfectly shaped ass. Spreading her rounded cheeks gently, he pressed the towel into the deep crevice as he thrilled the hidden hole of Chris' rectum.
Brad couldn't have been happier as he felt her body trembling in response to his dedicated treatment. He knew his touch was adding fuel to her lust as he ran the towel over her smooth, honey-flavored skin.
Chris dropped the towel she was using to dry her hair as her hands reached down to the back of Brad's head. Twisting around, she held his face tightly against the fleece-covered mound of her protruding vulva. The muscles in her legs trembled as she leaned her thrilled body against Brad's loving lips.
The fluffy white terry cloth slipped from his fingers as his hands dug into the sweetness of her beautiful r buttocks. Sinking his manicured nails into the firm flesh of her ass cheeks, he drew Chris' body harder against the loving worship of his slavering mouth.
Brad could taste the incredibly delicious secretions dripping from her pussy, filling his mouth with the sweet flavor of horny lust. His tongue slipped from between his teeth, and began to lash back and forth over the freshly scrubbed hardness of her throbbingly erect clitoris.
Brad pressed his hungry mouth to the quivering lips of Chris' cunt, and they kissed. He sucked the fiery heat of her body into himself.
Chris pulled out of her lover's grasp and fell back onto the bed. But instead of lying on her back, she remained on her stomach. With her eyes tightly shut, she reached behind her back and pried open the heavy melons of her saucy ass cheeks. She displayed the tight ring of her pink, puckered hole as she knew Brad's eager eyes would be focused there.
Brad knew just what his wonderful woman wanted, and he was more than anxious to please her. Dropping down onto the bed, he immediately pushed his face into the steaming crack of her ass and began sucking the burning passions from the tight hole.
Brad sucked his girl friend's anus until she enjoyed a marvelous orgasm. A stiff finger working in and out of her sopping wet cunt helped things along. In another few moments, Chris rolled over onto her back, tucking her folded arms beneath her head. A warm, contented smile graced her lips as she watched Brad's face sinking into the heat between her legs.
Brad just rested his face against the taut, firm flesh of Chris' inner thighs. His nostrils filled with the pungently strong aroma of her sopping wet pussy. He felt as though he could remain motionless in that position for the rest of his life.
"Darling," Chris said, her fingers toying with the tangled strands of his hair. "Do you love me?"
Brad's answer was the loving kiss his lips planted on the steaming heat of her vulva. Chris ground her body up against his hard-working face as his tongue slipped into the churning heat. He greedily sucked the boiling juices from the sensitive walls of her pussy.
Chris could hardly believe it was possible, but her heaving body was already hungry for another orgasm. Smiling down at the head working between her legs, she watched his face bobbing up and down. As a contented sigh slipped from her lips, she swung her long, graceful legs up around his neck, grinding the heels of her feet into the hardness of his broad, strong back.
Brad responded to the hot firmness of his girl friend's thighs pressing against the sides of his face. The erect tool between his legs began to throb with desire as Chris' cunt cream coated his tongue, teeth, lips and the insides of his mouth.
After her refreshing shower, Chris was ready to swing. This time, she wanted to come with the full length of his hard shaft sunk into her hot belly. She wanted to feel the bursting sperm of his hair-covered balls bathing the innermost recesses of her body. Glancing downwards, she could see the swollen head of his prick shining in blood-filled excitement.
"After helping me dry off," Chris said, pulling Brad's face out of the hot damp of her cunt, "it's your turn to relax."
Brad didn't object as she squirmed out from beneath him. Nor did he object as she positioned him on his back, resting against the soft dampness of the bed sheets. He smiled as Chris crawled between his legs.
Chris could smell the pungent odors of their fucking still coating Brad's erect tool as she lowered her face into his crotch. Her mouth watered as she opened her lips as wide as she could. Letting her eyes drift closed, Chris swallowed the bloated, blood-filled tool into the waiting heat of her moist mouth.
Chris was amazed at how thick and solid Brad's prick was. Her lips trembled as she wrapped them around the pulsing shaft. Strained to its limit, the tightness of the woman's mouth worked up and down the torrid shaft as she coated her man's prick with the sweetness of her saliva.
And while Chris sucked his prick, her sharp fingernails thrilled the sensitive flesh covering Brad's hairy balls. Very carefully, she toyed with each fleshy sphere, weighing it between her long, graceful fingers. She could feel the shudders of delight surging through Brad's body as her hand crept beneath his heaving form, into the darkness of his ass crack.
Holding Chris' head between his hands, Brad thrust his hips upwards, slamming the thickness of his cock against the back of her throat. He could feel the blood-filled head forcing its way down into the tight canal.
Fear passed through Chris' mind as she felt the fat prick cutting off her supply of oxygen. She tried to free herself from the attacking shaft, but Brad's hands held her firmly. But after a few moments, she was able to adjust herself to the huge tool, gasping air whenever it was possible.
Brad could feel the scum in his balls beginning to come to a boil, and race towards the very tip of his member. Each thrust became harder and wilder as his orgasm neared.
But just as he was about to come, Chris pulled her face out of his steaming crotch. She wanted to drink the fluids from his manhood, but knew that exploding in her cunt would be more pleasurable for the man she loved. Sitting up, she smiled at how large her mouth had made Brad's tool grow.
The sudden coldness of the room's air on his prick made Brad's eyes spring open. He was angry that Chris had taken her mouth away. But the anger left him as he watched the beautifully naked woman positioning the head of his cock against the sopping slit of her pussy. She had been right. The wet heat of her mouth was wonderful, but not as wonderful as the joys that could be derived from the feel of a tight cunt chewing away on his throbbing rod of flesh.
"Does that feel good, baby?" Chris asked, rubbing the burning head of his tool against the supersensitive lips of her vulva.
Brad's whole body ached for the feel of Chris's hungry slit. His mind was filled with only one thought, fucking the shit out of the sexy woman above him.
Smiling wantonly, as her fingers guided Brad's prick, Chris lowered herself down onto his searing prick. Very slowly, she allowed her talented twat to swallow up the beautiful cock. She shrieked with abandoned joy as the pink folds of her pussy parted for the majestic tool.
Once his cock had sunk to its deepest point, Brad remained motionless for a few seconds, enjoying the velvet charms of Chris' holiest of holies. Then, with the strength of a jungle beast, he began to pound his prick into the softness of her lower belly.
Chris brought both her hands down into the hairy mound of her cunt as she happily rode the charging cock. One hand found its way to the erect nub of her clitorois, while the other pressed against the cream coated shaft of Brad's cock. Fucking away madly, Chris could feel her own juices coating her fingers as she played with herself, and her boyfriend.
"Do you like the way this tastes, honey?" Chris asked, pulling her finger from between her legs and pressing them against Brad's lips.
While still ramming his body upwards into the searing heat of Chris' belly, Brad greedily licked her slender fingers. His tongue tingled at the sweetness of her juicy pussy as he lapped up every drop.
Chris laughed wantonly as she felt Brad's slivering tongue licking at her dainty hand. She ground against his tool, allowing the thick shaft to explore regions of her cunt that no other prick had ever enjoyed. She could feel their pubic hair tangling as the overflow of her cunt left glistening beads of moisture in the soft fleece.
Opening his eyes, Brad watched Chris' fat tits dancing before his eyes. Reaching for them, he sank his strong fingers into the firm, hot flesh. The sharp-edged tips of his fingers sought out the erect nipples, thrilling them with almost sadistic treatment.
Chris' boobs shined with a thin coating of sweat as she thrust the fat mounds of her breasts against Brad's tightening grasp. She leaned forward, letting her tits hang only inches from his hungry mouth. As his fingers dropped to the softness of her slender waist, Chris looked to see the outline of his fingers still visible on her delicate skin.
Chris' fingers toyed with the soft hair on Brad's chest as she hung her tits in his face. A wild grin spread across her lips as she saw him trying to sink his teeth into the inviting meat. As he lifted his head off the bed, she pulled back, moving her treasures out of the reach of his trembling lips.
But Brad had no intention of playing games with the young bitch. He was too hot for that. Reaching up, he wound his fingers into the long blonde strands of her hair. Yanking brutally, he brought the woman's massive breast back towards his hungry mouth.
Chris' body exploded at the feel of Brad's teeth digging into the pink skin of her boobs. Her quivering cunt bathed the man's prick in the sweetness of her secretions. Thrashing above him, Chris' mind was propelled into the swirling world of ecstasy.
And Brad was with her all the way. He felt the tip of his prick burst, sending spurt after spurt of boiling scum into the soft folds of her cunt. His steaming cum filled her belly, mixing with the thickness of her own passions.
It took a long while for both Brad and Chris to catch their breaths. Lying in each others arms, they were wonderfully exhausted by the morning's fun and games. Sweat coated both their bodies as they smiled into each others eyes.
"Darling," Brad said, lifting Chris' face up towards his, "will you marry me?"
Almost squealing with joy, Chris wrapped her arms around his strong neck and pulled herself against the athletic body of her man. She ground the fat swells of her tits against Brad's hair covered chest. The warmth of her kiss was answer enough.
While Brad enjoyed a steaming shower, Chris lay in bed listening to the sound of the water, smiling with total happiness. No words any man had ever said to her sounded as sweet as Brad's proposal. After a few moments, she rushed to the phone.
"Stella, dear," Chris began, her voice brimming over with joy. "I'm getting married.
Chris' aunt was more than shocked by what she heard, and it would take Stella a bit of time to get used to the idea of her sweet niece getting married. She looked forward to meeting the man who had won Chris' hand so quickly. Judging by some of the hot studs she had seen the girl with, this Brad Philips had to be one nice hunk of man.
Stella decided to wear a midi-length skirt for the meeting, the kind held closed by a long stack of buttons on the front of the garment. With the stylish dress, she wore an almost transparent, black nylon blouse over her fat tits. Of course, her boobs were thrillingly braless, covered by the black, diaphanous material.
Black pantyhose and high heels finished off her outfit, and Stella was pleased with her reflection in the full-length mirror. She looked sexy as hell, yet still reserved enough not to be considered a slut. The owner of the Skyline Motel applied her makeup, and brushed the long strands of her beautifully fine hair. When she was done, her hair cascaded down around her shoulders like the mane of a lion.
Smiling into the reflection of her pretty face, Stella turned and strode from her apartment. She had agreed to meet Chris and her lover in the lounge. As she passed the front desk, she saw that she was already a few minutes late. Smiling back at some of the eager stares of guests at the motel, Stella pushed her way through the swinging doors leading into the dimly lit bar.
Stella could see Chris' smiling, radiant face all the way across the room. And from what she could see of Brad, her little niece had damn good taste in handsome studs. His strong, ruggedly featured face made Stella's hungry cunt tremble with excitement. She kept her eyes trained on his face as she came closer and closer.
Brad was just as turned on by the sight of Stella full body as she was by his. As she sat down at the small booth, her eyes feasted on the swells of her magnificent breasts. His mouth watered for a taste of those hard, dark-fleshed nipples.
Stella motioned to Charlie Brooks tending the bar. Within a few moments, Susan Henry, the wild-assed nympho waitress was setting down another round of drinks. Stella first shot of the day felt great as it slid down her throat into the waiting eagerness of her hungry belly. She knew she shouldn't be drinking on an empty stomach, but she ignored her own fears.
"Well, now," Stella began, unable to hide how impressed she was by the stud's handsome face, "I guess we all know each other," she laughed.
"I can easily see where Chris got her good looks," Brad said, raising his glass to toast the older woman's fat tits.
"He's a slippery one, isn't he," Stella said to Chris as she finished off her drink. "I think I'm going to have to be careful around you, Mr. Philips," Stella added, holding up her empty glass towards the bartender.
Within thirty seconds, Susan had replaced Stella's empty glass with a nice full one. As the waitress stood before her boss, she enjoyed the hot looks Stella gave her body. The direction of Chris' aunt's gaze was not lost to Brad. He could see she was taking in the full beauty of the waitress' fat boobs.
"Now then," Stella continued, as she watched Susan's wiggling ass fading into the shadows, "Chris tells me that you two want to get married. Don't you think you're rushing things a bit?"
Stella smiled warmly over the rim of her glass as she watched Brad's eyes caressing the soft mounds of her huge breasts. She could see lust burning in the man's expression as he weighed each globe of flesh in his mind. She knew his mouth and fingers were aching to get a hold on her fat breasts.
"Chris and I are in love," Brad said as he took hold of the young woman's hand. "I hope you approve," he added, smiling into Stella beautifully featured face.
Beneath the table, the mature woman had slipped a pretty foot out of one of her shoes, and was running her nylon-covered toes up and down the length of Brad's leg. Squirming a little lower in her seat, she was able to get her foot up into his lap, pressing against the tight knot of his burning cock beneath the tautly drawn material of his expensively tailored pants.
Glancing downwards, Chris could see what her trampy aunt was doing, and it pleased her. She wanted Stella to like Brad, and it was obvious she did. Smiling across the table at her, Chris let her fingers drift to the older woman's foot, and she began to massage the torrid flesh.
Brad was really beginning to feel his cock throbbing at what was going on around him. His mind began to draw up images of him in bed with both thrilling women, fucking his brains out. The more he thought about that, the more he and his swollen prick liked the thought.
Chris could read his mind as she sat beside him, playing with Stella's foot in his lap. Their eyes met for an instant as her gaze told him that she approved of what he was thinking about. Meanwhile, Stella was guzzeling down her fourth drink in a row, and was really feeling the effects of the strong alcohol.
Leaning forward, the tips of her huge tits against the table top. A lewd, drunken grin was spread across her lips as her foot pressed harder against the swollen lump of flesh between Brad's strong thighs. Chris' fingertips were tickling the bottom of her foot, and Stella began to giggle hysterically.
"Why don't we go someplace where it'll be easier for us to relax and talk," Brad said, hungry for the feel of those tits on display before him.
"He really is a sly one," Stella tried to say, but the words came out in an unintelligible slur.
Stella pulled her foot off Brad's cock and slipped it back into her shoe as she slid out of the darkened booth. She staggered slightly as she stepped up to the bar for a last quick one. She turned her face around as she felt Brad's strong fingers around her waist.
"I've got a whole bottle of that nice stuff up in my room," Brad told her as his fingers began to massage the soft flesh of her forty-eight-year-old body.
Chris stood by enjoying the show her lover and aunt were putting on. Sitting in the booth, the tiny hem of her miniskirt rose up around her upper thighs, showing more of her naked flesh than she should have, but Chris didn't make any move to fix it. She was sure she could feel the cool air of the room caressing the naked cheeks of her exposed ass, but the thought just excited her.
"Come on, you two," Chris said, wrapping her arm into Brad's and steering him towards the door.
When Stella put the glass back onto the top of the bar, her unsteadiness made it topple over, and roll off the edge of the polished wood. There was a loud crash as it smashed to the floor.
"Don't worry about that, love," Susan said, pulling a rag from one of the pockets of her uniform.
Stella flashed her a warm smile then rushed to catch up to Chris and Brad. Slipping her hand into his free arm, they walked out together.
Brad had the thrilling privilege of feeling two wonderful bodies pressing into either side of his own. Trying to decide which woman was groovier was just impossible. Stella's maturity was just as exciting as Chris' youthfulness. As they happily skipped to the elevator, Brad wondered whether Stella had a tight cunt.
In the elevator, Chris stepped aside so her aunt could have a taste of Brad's delicious mouth. Her young fingers molded the protruding roundness of Stella's ass cheeks as her aunt shoved her immense tits against Brad's chest Stella's mouth tasted like candy as Brad licked the hot saliva from the walls of her mouth. He enjoyed the feel of her sharp-edged teeth as she gently chewed on the softness of his delving tongue. Moans slipped up from deep in her throat as she squirmed her magnificent body against the hardness of his muscled form.
The elevator door slid open and all three happy people spilled into the hallway outside Brad's room. As he fumbled for his keys, he could feel the long fingers of Stella's hands caressing the hardness of his cock. She was tearing at the front of his pants, trying to get his shaft out into the open.
Brad didn't feel like being stripped in the middle of the hallway, and soon was able to open his door, before Stella had gotten to the clasp holding his pants in place. But once inside the privacy of his room, he undid his slacks himself. He watched Stella carefully as the rigid strength of his tool pushed against the thin, white material of his underwear.
Stella felt her cunt lips quivering as she gazed at the still hidden hardness of his prick. Her mouth watered for a taste of the torrid flesh.
But Chris beat her aunt to the punch. Dropping down onto her knees, she wrapped her slender fingers around his thrilling hardness and began running her tongue up and down the burning, blood-filled tool. The very tip of her snake-like tongue pushed its way into the tiny pee slit in the head of his cock as her hands massaged the thickness of Brad's rod.
But Stella had no intention of just standing around and letting her greedy niece keep all that hot meat for herself. Dropping down to her own knees she made the younger woman move over a bit.
Stella's nostrils filled with the strongly masculine smells of Brad's crotch as her tongue lashed out against the throbbing member still held between Chris' dainty fingers.
Brad was really turned on by the sight of the two beautiful women groveling before his prick. He watched them fight over possession of his searing tool as both of their tongues lashed his manhood to even greater swollen proportions.
But Chris didn't want to get her drunken aunt angry. She had felt the rage of Stella's drunken mind before, and she didn't want to feel it again. Crawling around to the hardness of Brad's buttocks, she left his fat cock for her aunt.
Stella was pleased her niece was so considerate. With her lips still curled up in an obscene smile, she rammed the full length of the handsome stud's prick down into the moist heat of her trembling mouth. Her hungry lips worked up and down the burning tool, while squeals of pleasure slipped from her throat. The mature woman could feel Brad shoving his cock deeper and deeper into the waiting, slaving heat of her mouth.
Chris listened to the sound of her aunt's wildly sucking lips for a moment, before turning her attentions to the darkness of Brad's hot ass crack. Digging her fingers into the hardness of his buttocks, she gently parted the fleshy cheeks. The strong aroma of his anus filled her nostrils, making her mind swirl with lust.
Chris could feel her fianc''s entire body trembling beneath her fingers as she slowly lowered her beautiful face into the obscene recess. Her eyes closed as she pressed her quivering lips to the tightly puckered ring of Brad's ass-hole. In a few moments, she was pushing her long, snake-like tongue into the hidden chamber.
Brad almost went insane as he fought to remain standing. Lust sweeped through him like a volcano, spurred on by the hot mouths of the two women on their knees. He couldn't decide whose lips were more wonderful, his fianc''s or his aunt's.
Suddenly, Stella pulled her lips off his tool. The excited woman had no intention of wasting the boiling scum she could feel racing to the tip of his prick. She wanted to feel the steaming fluids being pumped into her body. Grinning wildly, she looked up into Brad's face, and spoke.
"Listen, baby," Stella slurred. "Let's find another place for that fat piece of meat of yours. I really feel like being fucked clear out of my fuckin' mind."
Chris' mouth still worked away at the tasty delights of his ass-hole as she heard her aunt climbing to her feet. Reaching around to the front of Brad's body, the young woman wrapped her fingers around the still damp shaft of his prick. The wetness of her aunt's saliva coated her fingers as she began to pump away at the thick cock.
In a drunken daze, Stella was finally able to drag herself up to her feet. Enjoying the hot looks from Brad, she moved her fingers to the front folds of the midi-skirt she was wearing. Still smiling broadly, she ripped the garment open, sending buttons flying in every direction. The limp piece of clothing floated down around her ankles as she stood before Brad's admiring eyes, displaying the moist beauty of her nylon-covered cunt.
Brad stared between the woman's shapely legs, into the steaming furrow. He thrust his ass back against Chris' mouth as his cock began to spasm uncontrollably. Through the taut, black nylon, he could see just about every strand of pubic hair covering her sexy mound. Stella was standing with her legs wide apart, making sure the young man had a good view of her pussy.
Drunkenly swaying from side to side, Stella's fingers moved to her almost transparent blouse. Once again, the buttons flew as she lustily tore the whorish garment from her flesh. Her ripe breasts trembled as they surged into the sunlit room.
Brad's lips ached for a taste of those delicious looking nipples as her blouse fell to the floor, joining the already torn skirt. But the horny bastard wasn't the least bit interested in the condition of her clothing. The only thing on his mind at that moment was the thought of her glowing flesh thrashing beneath the mighty thrusts of his rampaging tool.
Chris could feel the increasing lusts building within Brad's body as he readied himself for the ecstasy of his orgasm. And her mouth and fingers worked even harder. Though she wouldn't even get a taste of his wonderful scum, Chris was still pleased she could bring so much enjoyment to Brad.
Stella was caught up in the thrilling lusts of her own body as she showed herself off. Bringing her hands to the soft undersides of her tits, she lifted them out to Brad, offering the marvelously full mounds for his approval. And as she held them out, her graceful fingers milked the heavy globes.
Brad could see Stella's fingernails sinking into the warmth of her own fleshy breasts. He could see the skin redden to the sharpness of her fingertips, and it made him want her even more. The turned on bastard just couldn't hold back any longer. Thrusting his hips against Chris' fingers, he found peace in the churning inferno of his surging orgasm.
Brad's prick exploded with the force and the fury of a cannon, shooting spurts of steaming scum against the smooth, nylon-clad skin of Stella's thigh. Shot after shot burst from the tiny slit in the head of his rod, splashing against the drunken slut before him.
Her tongue deep in the heat of his ass-hole, Chris milked every drop of scum from her fianc''s cock. It wasn't until she lifted her face from the dark crack of Brad's ass that she saw where his immense load had landed.
Brad staggered to a nearby chair as he tried to catch his breath. Sinking into the soft cushion, he watched Chris crawling towards Stella on her hands and knees. The micro-skirt she was wearing rode up over her ass, giving her man a chance to see the tight hole he had fucked so wonderfully.
Kneeling before her aunt, Chris began to slowly lick the thick cream from Stella's legs. The bitterness of Brad's juices made her mouth come alive as her tongue thrilled to the feel of damp, taut nylon.
Stella could feel the wonderful things her niece's tongue was doing to the flesh of her thighs. Burning lust began to build within her as she felt Chris moving closer and close to the very center of her passions.
Chris listened to her aunt's groan of pleasure as she pressed her lips to the nylon-covered cunt. Through the wispy material, she could taste the marvelous sweetness of Stella's throbbing pussy. Her teeth sought out the erect nub of her aunt's clitoris as her fingers strayed to the elastic waistband of her pantyhose.
Stella felt her stockings being drawn down the length of her fantastic legs. like a queen, she stepped from the crumpled garment while Chris slipped it from her dainty feet. And then there was the feel of the young blonde's full lips on her naked cunt.
Chris' mouth was filled by the burning thickness of her aunt's secretions. Her lips, tongue and teeth were coated with the wonderful fluids as she sucked away at the velvet-lined chamber. Her fingers slipped into the deep crack of the mature woman's ass, drawing Stella's body even harder against her studious mouth.
Even through her drunken daze, Stella could feel the nearness of her orgasm. Reaching down before her, she wound her fingers into the long, blonde strands of her niece's hair, pulling the young bitch into the moist heat erf her cunt And as Chris' teeth bit into the hardness of her clitoris, Stella erupted. Her climax crashed through her body as she struggled to remain standing. Between the effect of the alcohol, and the effect of her niece's sucking mouth, Stella lost the fight, and fell to the thickly carpeted floor.
With Stella sprawled out before her, Chris lost little time in climbing onto the older woman's body. Positioning her cunt to her aunt's mouth, she lowered her face back down between her thighs and resumed the thrilling Lesbian cunt sucking.
As Brad watched the two women eating each other's twats, he felt life returning to his exhausted prick. Amazed at his own potency, he could feel his thickening shaft filling with blood. Nothing made his cock return to swelling heat faster than the sight of two women going at each other. Especially if those two women were as sexy as Stella and her wonderful niece.
But Chris and her aunt were completely oblivious to Brad. The only thing that mattered to them was each others steaming pussy. While the echoes of her first orgasm still throbbed throughout her body, Stella felt the second climax of the day approaching.
Chris ground her cunt down against her aunt's face as she pushed her tongue into the sopping wet slit. She licked the velvet-skinned walls of Stella twat as her own vagina began to overflow.
Stella was hungry for the taste of her niece's secretions. As the first droplets of Chris' spending dripped into her mouth, the older woman went wild. She thrashed beneath the young blonde's body while her tongue and lips urged out the full load of Chris' lustful flow.
Together, they came. Their bodies fused into one as each sought the full impact of her own ecstasy. Their minds and bodies soared to the very heights of lust as they drank from each others cunt.
But Brad had no intention of being left out of all the fun. Watching Chris and Stella going down on each other had raised his cock to full strength, and now he needed some place to dump his load. He needed the feel of tight flesh sucking the lust from his aching balls.
Relaxing against each other, Chris and Stella enjoyed sweet calm after the raging storm of their lusts. But both women were more than aware of Brad rising from the chair, his hot poker sticking out from the thick nest of pubic hair.
"All right, you two," Brad announced. "Now you're going to feel what's it's like to be fucked."
Reaching down, Brad wrapped his fingers into both Chris and Stella's hair. With a brutal yank, he began pulling them towards the big bed in the center of the room. Neither woman objected to the sadistic way they were being treated.
"You down first, Chris honey," he said, tossing his fianc' onto her back. "And get those fuckin' clothes off!"
At the sound of Brad's dominant voice, Chris quickly carried out his orders. While she tore at the sweat-soaked garments still covering her body, Brad stood at the foot of the bed, playing with the swollen mounds of Stella's tits.
Chris was completely naked in a few moments, and both Brad and Stella enjoyed the sight of her glowing pink skin. But he had more important things to do than just look at the wonderful body on the woman he was going to marry.
Using Stella's tits like door handles, he threw her down onto the prone figure of her naked niece. He carefully positioned the older woman so that her lips were crushed against Chris' cunt, and her ass was pointing upwards.
Quickly stripping off the last of his clothing, Brad joined the two beautiful women on the bed. Fitting his cock to the tight ring of Stella's ass-hole, he thrust his hips forward.
In a tangled web of arms and legs, they fucked. Stella slammed back against the throbbing tool sunk into the very depths of her tight-ringed ass, while her niece's cunt overflowed into her mouth.
Stella greedily drank the sweet secretions of Chris' cunt, letting the sticky fluids coat the inner walls of her mouth. Brad's cock was tearing away at the sensitive flesh of her ass-hole as his clawing fingers sank into the heavy mounds of her ripe tits. The sharp edges of his manicured fingernails dug into the erect nubs of her nipples, sending waves of hot lust smashing through Stella's body.
Chris crawled out from beneath her aunt's loving mouth. She wanted to watch her fianc' buggering the beautiful woman, while the echoes of her wonderful orgasm still rumbled within her. The sight of Stella's face twisted up into a mask of tortured lust really turned Chris on all over again. She had hardly gotten over her last orgasm when she felt new pangs of passionate need building up within her sweat-soaked stomach.
Chris suddenly had a wonderful idea. Rushing from the bed, she grabbed Stella purse from the small table by the door to the room. Digging into the cluttered pocket book, she found what she was looking for. Stella always kept one of her many dildos in the purse at all times, just in case.
Stella and Brad were too busy with their own lusts to notice what Chris was doing. The heaving, panting sounds of their lovemaking filled the room. The two of them were lost in a world of swirling confusion and consuming flames of passion.
Chris held the life-like, black rubber prong in her fingers for a long time. She was amazed at how real the heavy pole felt. Then, wrapping the waist straps around her middle, she fitted the large tool between her legs. The hard nub of rubber pressed into the folds of her saliva-soaked cunt, spreading a powerful warmth throughout her sexy figure.
As Chris climbed back onto the bed, Stella caught sight of the black dildo standing out from the lower portion of her belly. The glistening black monster made the mature woman gasp with anticipated excitement. She could hardly wait until her niece was in position beneath her, blasting away with that rubber tool.
Chris squirmed against the dampened sheets until the head of the thick shaft of rubber was pressing against the entrance to Stella's palatial chamber. Holding the tool between her fingers, she tortured the throbbing nub of her aunt's clit.
Then, with a sudden up-thrust of her hips, she slammed the full length of that rock-hard dildo into the quivering folds of Stella's cunt. Her mouth sought out the lush fullness of her aunt's tits as she began to drive that shaft into the tightness of the welcoming pussy slit.
Brad felt rivers of sweat pouring from his skin as he forced his aching tool in and out of the tightness of Stella's ass-hole. He could feel her muscles holding him, squeezing and urging the scum from the sanctity of his hairy balls.
While Chris sucked the tip of her right breast, Stella enjoyed the feel of Brad's strong fingers milking the heavy globe of flesh. He was brutal with her, twisting and yanking on the ripe treasure as if he hated its swollen beauty. And that very strength thrilled Stella as she felt waves of lust flooding her mind.
With both her niece, and her fianc' working on her sweat-covered body, Stella soon felt the tremendous strength of her crushing orgasm. Her body thrashed in all directions at once as her mind went insane beneath the crushing force of her climax.
With every thrust of her dildo, Chris felt her body responding to the end of the shaft on her own clit Working up a fast paced rhythm assured her body of a marvelous orgasm before very long. Sucking almost half of her aunt's right breast into her mouth, the little bitch crossed the line between desire and satisfaction.
And Brad, his cock swollen to capacity, just couldn't make it. No matter how hard he rammed his burning tool into Stella's exciting ass-hole, his climax wouldn't come. He felt his engorged rod filled with scum, but it only caused him pain. His balls throbbed for the peace of release, driving his hips to even faster, even deeper thrust but to no avail.
Chris could see what was happening. She could see the look of tortured frustration clouding her lover's handsome face as he worked away at the almost unconscious body of her beautiful aunt.
Stella had never been so fully fucked in her entire life. And she didn't know how long she would be able to remain conscious. She watched droplets of sweat run down the swollen majesty of her tits and splash against the steaming body of her niece beneath her.
Chris knew she had to do something for her wonderful boyfriend. Squirming out from under her aunt, she yanked the long shaft of her dildo from the wet cavern of Stella's pussy. She could see the look of disappointment on the mature woman's face as she felt her cunt's wonderful visitor being withdrawn. But Brad's ever-hard cock was enough to keep the fires burning.
Chris hadn't realized how weak she was after the long fuck session with her aunt and her fianc'. But she was able to drag herself around to the back of Brad's thrashing body. Climbing up onto her knees, she slipped her fingers into the deep crevice of his ass crack. Gently, she pried the heavy buttocks apart, exposing the hair-covered hole of his anus.
Brad's body trembled as he felt the soft wetness of Chris' tongue stealing into the tight ring of his ass-hole, he felt his ring yield to the persistent thrusts of his lover's tongue.
Chris lapped at the dark, bitter taste of Brad's anus while she rubbed the blunt end of her dildo against her searing clit. Her fingers could feel the trembling excitement in her own body as well as Brad's. Then, she plunged one of her fingers into her own mouth, and began covering it with her hot saliva. Once it was good and wet, she brought it back down to the crack of Brad's ass.
With a mighty shove, Chris rammed her finger into the very depths of his ass chamber, thrilling to the sudden heat her finger was submerged in. Feeling his body stiffen at the unexpected intrusion, she instantly knew this was exactly what Brad needed.
After she had loosened up his hole, she pulled her finger out of the tight, burning chamber. Now it was time for action. Wrapping her slender fingers around the fat shaft of the black rubber dildo, she pressed its head to the entranceway to Brad's ass. Digging her finger nails into the hard skin of his waist, she then slammed her body forward, driving the thick tool all the way into his burning anus.
Brad didn't know what hit him. All of a sudden, the worse pain he had ever felt was surging through his body with the sped of a fighter jet. Yet, as incredibly painful as it was, Brad suddenly felt the tip of his cock erupt into the throbbing depths of Stella's anus.
Stella was almost unconscious as she felt the steaming spurt of Brad's cock juice splashing off the walls of her rectum. She shuddered in delightful passion as her body slackened to accept the fullness of the handsome stud's steaming load.
When it was finally over, the three exhausted fuckers lay in each others' arms, the tips of their fingers caressing the nearest available flesh. They were more than tired, yet totally happy as their orgasms still remained alive in their memories.
Stella climbed into Brad's arms and pressed her wet, full lips to his. As they kissed, her naked tits crushed against the hardness of his chest. Then, she moved her mouth to his ear.
"I hope you and Chris will be very happy together," she said, playfully squeezing the limp, sperm-covered length of his shaft
CHAPTER NINE
"Of course you're invited, Betty darling," Stella spoke into the black plastic mouthpiece of the phone. "You invitation's already in the mail. Now don't forget, it's two weeks from this Saturday."
Stella Bogen busily made all the arrangements for her niece's wedding. There were a great many details to take care of. And she still had to see about the daily operation of the Skyline Motel. Things were pretty hectic.
Stella had offered to make Brad a partner in the business, and she was overjoyed when he accepted. With him living on the premises, she wouldn't be losing a cunt, only gaining a nice stiff prick. As a matter-of-fact, Chris and Brad were going to spend their wedding night in her bed, with her in it The guest list had already been drawn up, and the invitations mailed. Stella invited all the best of her whores. She wasn't going to let Chris' wedding become some kind of stuffy affair. With plenty of cunts and tits to go around, everyone would be sure to have a good time. And Stella had a lot of good customers with big dicks she wanted to have at the reception.
Stella was really going to make sure her niece's wedding would be an affair nobody would ever forget Chris was going to be married by a priest who was one of Stella's best customers. No Saturday night would go by without finding Father Toben snuggling into the warmth of Peggy Rodger's black cunt Stella thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Calling out, she asked whoever it was to come in. She was pleasantly surprised to see the handsome face of Chris' fianc' coming towards her. And he didn't look all too happy.
"Can I talk to you for a minute, Stella?" He asked, standing before her large desk.
"Sure, honey. What's on your mind?"
"Well, I really appreciate everything you're doing for me and Chris, but I don't want to take advantage of you. You're spending an awful lot of money on our wedding, and I'm not going to be able to pay you back for some time to come."
"Is that all that's worrying you?" Stella asked, laughing at the silliness of Brad's words.
Standing up, Stella walked around from behind her desk, swinging her lush hips as she moved. Her eyes remained fixed on his covered crotch as she licked her lips broadly. Wrapping her arms around Brad's strong neck, she snuggled her braless tits against the solid hardness of his athletic build.
Crushing her lips onto his, the beautiful woman ground her body against the hardening lump of flesh between his legs. Her long tongue pushed its way into the hot cavern of his mouth, licking at the sweet taste of his saliva.
"I don't do anything I don't want to, do, understand?" Stella asked, pulling her moist lips from his. "I'm throwing this bash because I want to, and that's the end of that."
"I understand," Brad replied, letting his fingertips drift to the rounded swells of her wild ass.
"See that you do," she smiled, responding to the feel of his big hands on her sweet bottom. "Now then, if you really want to show me your appreciation, let's do it over here. Okay?"
Stella took hold of Brad's arm and led him to the leather sofa against one of the walls of the office. Smiling wantonly, she lowered herself to the smooth animal skin, and lifted up the hem of her mini-skirt. She wore no panties and Brad had a wonderful view of her naked, hairy mound.
Lifting her legs up into the air, Stella reached between her thighs and pried the quivering lips of her pussy open for the handsome stud's personal inspection.
"Now this is the way to thank me," Stella said, reaching up and grabbing a handful of the man's long hair. "Just like this," she added, pushing his face into the churning heat of her sopping wet cunt.
Brad Philips showed his appreciation for the rest of the day.
