Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of future wealth and power. And then there are sexual fantasies-wild dreams that we seldom expect to see come true.
In this story, a woman has learned to be outward and honest with her sexual desires, and she becomes a woman whom many would brand as a slut, though others would merely call liberated. She is a woman dedicated to becoming a sexually liberated soul-a person who not only feels sexually free, but who has been compelled to unshackle others from the bonds of Puritanism and censorship.
OVEREAGER WIFE deals with a volatile issue, an issue that government has tried to define, that churches have tried to repress, that swingers have tried to advocate-but perhaps the answer lies with the individual. Let he or she decide his own standard of morality, just as this woman has done.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Eve Brownell put down the phone. It was the fourteenth obscene call she'd made that night.
She was having a run of bad luck. No one seemed to be at home. Usually by this time she had reached at least four or five guys who liked to listen to her talk dirty.
Making obscene calls really turned Eve on. She hadn't always been like this. Before she got married, she used to hang up on guys who called her and tried to ask her for a fuck or told her they'd like to lick her cunt-things like that.
But since marrying Kenny Brownell, she didn't have much to get her excited at home. He worked nights at the box factory, so she never got any fucking from him at night, but he always seemed too tired to do it in the daytime, too.
Eve was twenty-three and damned good-looking-red hair that she wore down around her shoulders, a pair of tits that spelled excitement for any guy who nuzzled his nose between them, and all the curves in all the right places.
She was just too young and too hot to waste herself sitting around the house letting her pussy go to pot. Making obscene calls was something she got into almost by accident.
One night, with Kenny at the plant, she was bored. There was nothing on television. She didn't want to go out to a movie and she'd read every magazine in the house.
Her cunt was aching and needed a good fucking, and she knew she wasn't about to get one. Suddenly it just came to her-I'll just pick some guy's name out of the phone book and call him up and tease him, she thought.
The more the idea dwelled in her mind, the more excited she got. After a couple of minutes of thinking about it, she almost ran to get the book. She fumbled through the pages, trying to find a name she liked.
She didn't know just what she was looking for-just some name that hit her right. She'd know it when she saw it. Then suddenly she had it. There it was-Johnny Pollard.
Eve closed her eyes and tried to imagine what he looked like-handsome, dark hair, nice smile, good build. He would be a wonderful fuck, and that's what she'd talk to him about. After all, he couldn't have any idea who she was, and she knew it was very hard to trace a call-despite what they say on TV and in the movies.
Her heart was pounding as she picked up the phone to dial Johnny. Why hadn't she thought of this before? she wondered. This is really exciting! What a great way to fill a dull evening. It costs nothing and it's almost as much fun as getting a piece of ass. Her fingers nervously dialed the number and she waited as it rang. The blood was pounding in her temples and she felt her breath coming in short gasps.
"Hello," the man's voice answered.
"Hello . . . Johnny?" she said in her softest, sexiest voice.
"Yes, who is this?"
"This is Denise," she said, afraid to use her own name. "I've called to see if you'd like to have a good blowjob and a really hot fucking tonight."
"Whaaaat?" he said. "Who the hell is this, anyway?"
"I told you, Johnny, my name is Denise and I'd like to take your big hard cock and give it the juiciest, hottest tongue-bath it ever had. Then I'd like to lie down on your bed and let you give me a fucking that I'll never forget. Would you like that, Johnny?"
"Well, it sure sounds interesting. What's the gimmick? Is this a joke or something?"
"No joke, Johnny. My pussy is so hot it's ready to explode. I really need you tonight. Why don't you let me come over and fuck your ears off? I'd like to feel that hard cock of yours pounding into me."
Eve was so excited she didn't know what to do. The whole idea was incredible. Her pussy was really hot, just like she'd told him. It was wet and swimming in her seeping cunt juice. Her temples were pounding and she was surprised she could even talk. Her throat was dry and parched; her fingers were twitching.
"Well, you know, I've never had a phone call like this before, sweetheart," he said. "You sort of caught me by surprise."
"Don't be alarmed, darling," she said. "It's on the level, all right. My husband works nights and I'm very, very lonesome. And I need a lot more fucking than I get at home. I was told you could give me all I need."
"I don't know who told you that, but I don't like to turn down ladies who need help, that's true," he said. "How soon can you get over here?"
"Well, I'm sorry, Johnny, but it's not quite as easy as that," she said. "I'd have to see you first before I come to your house. Can you meet me at the Ridgewood shopping center in about twenty minutes? Stand in front of the drug store down at the far end by the bakery. Wear a black jacket and put a red handkerchief in one of the pockets, sticking out a little. That way I'll be able to spot you and, if I like your looks, I'll come over and you can take me home and fuck my ears off."
"Sounds fine to me, baby. I'll see you in twenty minutes. And come prepared. You're gonna like what you see."
Eve hung up the phone and sat there amazed at herself. She hadn't even planned to do this fifteen minutes ago. Now she not only had made an obscene phone call, but stood a good chance of getting laid if she wanted it.
She was scared to death. She'd never done anything like this in her life-never even had fucked anybody but Kenny since she got married right out of high school.
Nervously, fidgeting like a cat, she paced back and forth in her living room. She lit a cigarette, took two puffs and ground it out. Then she made up her mind. She'd drive down there and take a good look, just to see what kind of guy Johnny was. If she didn't like his looks, she'd come right home.
If he looked good-she didn't dare answer her own question.
It was a clear night in June, about eight o'clock, and the shopping center was crowded when Eve arrived. She cruised slowly through the parking lot until she came to the drug store and pulled into a parking space facing the store. She didn't see anyone with a black jacket.
But she was patient. She kept looking at everyone who passed by. Suddenly a guy in a black suit stopped and looked in the window of the store. He must have been sixty-five, with gray hair and a cane. When he walked he had a bad limp, and Eve's heart sank. But then he turned and went away. She wondered if he could have been Johnny. She hoped not and decided to wait just a couple more minutes to see if anyone else showed up.
Then she spotted a young, groovy-looking guy, about her own age, with long well-trimmed black hair. He had on a black leather jacket, and there was the red handkerchief hanging out of his pocket! He was pacing back and forth in front of the store, looking all around.
Eve felt herself getting all quivery and jumpy. Her stomach felt like it was tied in knots. He looked great from a distance. Should she go up to him and go through with this thing? She decided to walk by him and get a closer look.
She was wearing a pair of tight black slacks and a sleeveless cotton jersey. Her ample tits stuck out like a pair of oversized grapefruit, and her slacks came down over her asscheeks-so tight she sometimes had to look down herself to see if she had anything on.
As she approached the store, several husbands walking by with their wives turned to give her the eye. She hoped Johnny wouldn't see her until she had a chance to look him over. He was looking the other way. She pretended to look at some thermos bottles in the window and got a good look at him out of the corner of her eye.
He was a doll, just like she'd thought. And built well, too, as far as she could see with the jacket on. He combed his dark hair back thick on the sides, and he had dark eyebrows and a sort of chiseled face that spelled sex. He was all man. His eyes were dark brown, and he had a square jaw and a mouth that made him look something like Chuck Conner s, the old Western star.
Eve guessed that he was twenty-three or -four, just like her. Her heart skipped a beat when she thought about wrapping her legs around his bare ass.
Then she made up her mind. If she was ever going to get out of her rut, she had to take action. She took a deep breath and walked right up to him.
"Johnny?" she said softly.
"Yeah, are you Denise? Well, I'll be damned!" He broke into a smile that melted Eve's loins.
"Yes, only my name is Eve. Would you like to take me back to your place?"
"I sure would, baby. Let's go," he said. He took her by the arm and led her to a brand-new Cadillac parked in the lot.
On the way to his apartment, only a few minutes from the shopping center, she was trembling with excitement and apprehension. He was as cool as a cucumber.
"What made you call me?" he asked. "Do you make calls like that all the time?"
"It's the first time I ever did it, Johnny," she said. "I don't know what got into me except that I guess I'm just lonesome and need a man pretty desperately. My husband doesn't take very good care of me sexually."
"Baby, you came to the right place," he said. "I'll give you all you need tonight. I'm going to show you what fucking is all about."
She felt shivers of anticipation all over her body as he spoke. She hoped she had not gotten into something she might regret-that he might beat her up or do weird things to her body. But she knew it was too late to turn back now.
When they got to his place, he opened the door for her, let her in like a gentleman, then walked in behind her, closed the door, turned around and grabbed her around the waist with one arm. He picked her up off the floor and carried her-half-dragging her-to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed.
"Don't hurt me, Johnny. Please don't hurt me!" she cried.
He paid no attention to her. He didn't even take off his jacket before he pounced on her and started burrowing his head between her legs. She still had on her slacks, but he licked the crotch and ran his hands up and down her thighs, groaning and growling to himself.
His hair was all mussed up already and his cheeks were flushed. Sweat was beginning to stand out on his forehead.
"Don't you want to fuck me, Johnny?" she murmured.
He still didn't answer. He seemed in another world. But he did get up and start pulling off his clothes. They flew in every direction-his jacket into a chair, his shirt to the floor, his pants on the dresser. He yanked off his shoes and socks and pulled down his shorts.
Johnny was stark naked. He had a tremendous build-well-developed chest and upper arms, a tight waist and strong muscular legs. His cock was a real beauty-about eight inches of pure solid hard meat, wide and thick and very eager and erect. She was in love with it right away.
Johnny came onto the bed alongside her and smiled. He seemed different now, more gentle and less of an animal, and she felt more at ease.
"Let's get these things off so you can do all the things to me that you promised on the phone," he said. He began to unbutton her blouse and pull it off.
She wore no bra, and those luscious ripe tits of hers seemed to stare up at him with a promise of a fun-filled evening. They were big and round and soft as cotton. Her skin was smooth and creamy-white, and her pink areolas and eager hard nipples contrasted with it beautifully.
He unzipped her slacks and stood at the end of the bed to pull them from her. He was surprised to find she wore no panties. Her lush, bushy cunt-hair was abundant and lustrous. It was like an oasis in a wide expanse of softly curving flesh. Her gently rounded thighs were slowly moving outward as she spread them to his gaze, Johnny stared at that beautiful pussy, and it was apparent that he was dazzled by it.
"What a beauty you've got," he said. "I'm going to eat that cunt right off you. Like that idea?"
"I can't wait, Johnny baby," she said with a smile.
He slid right back between her legs again, this time with nothing there to stop him from his desire. His tongue flicked out and began licking all over her legs-along her thighs and then down between them-all over that soft white flesh and then up into her hairy bush.
He moved all around her cunt, lathering up her skin and setting off exquisite stirrings of passion and lust within her. She felt tingling sensations skipping to and fro all over her-up her arms, across her belly, down her legs and circling through her gorgeous tits until she thought she would explode with lust.
He kept teasing her, coming close to her cunt with his tongue, then slipping away to lick her legs or her belly. He was setting her on fire and she knew he was aware of it.
"Please, Johnny," she finally said, "lick it . . . eat me! I can't stand it much longer. You're driving me up a wall!"
"Lots of time, baby," he replied between licks.
"I got all night."
"Oh, God!" she cried. Her loins were burning and she wanted to feel his tongue licking her clit, getting her off, relieving her of the tremendous pent-up desire that had driven her to call him in the first place.
But still he persisted. His tongue roamed down along her leg, right to her knee, along the soft inner part where it was most sensitive. Every time he touched her with that warm, wet, inquiring tongue, she felt vibrations go shooting up her thighs, all through her cunt and up to her brain.
It was torture-that's what it was! He was torturing her with his wonderful tongue! He was letting her know that everything she needed was right there within inches of where she wanted it. But she couldn't have it until he wanted to give it to her!
How can he do this to me? she thought. Why is he tormenting me with his tongue when he knows how much I want him to suck my clit, to make me come? I want to feel him slithering inside my cunt with that beautiful tongue of his! I want to shoot all my juices right into his mouth! Why doesn't he realize that I can give him all kinds of pleasure if he'll just make me come?
Just as all these frustrating thoughts were racing through Eve's mind, Johnny suddenly shifted his fast-moving tongue from her belly to her crotch, into that mound of soft, curly red hair.
Only this time, he parted it with his tongue like he was digging a hole with a crowbar, and let the pink of his tongue come in contact with the glistening pink of her clit.
It was an electric moment-like opening a package Christmas morning as a child and finding your longed-for gift. Eve felt a shock of incredible intensity shoot into her from that center of erotic desire.
She jumped and twisted at his touch. The pleasure flooded through her and she felt her ass wiggling and twitching involuntarily. Her body was coming alive and she loved the feeling.
Her eyes closed and she savored the beauty of his tongue as it went into her warm, moist pussy. It was like heaven to feel that inquisitive tongue darting here and there inside her, seeking out all the pleasure spots-all the secret places where her passion dwelt.
Johnny began to lick her cunt with quick, flicking motions, all up and down her dewy pink cuntlips and inside that savory pussy-hole. He delved way inside with his tongue pointed and poised, then back out and up over her red-hot clit, driving her crazy with lust and desire.
She churned her ass and squirmed to evade the very thing she wanted most. It was becoming unbearable-the torment and the ecstasy all combined to send her into a dizzy, mad whirl of emotion.
He was taking her higher and higher, licking her cunt faster and faster, and she knew it was going to be very soon that she would reach what she had wanted for so long.
She longed for that sweet release, that incredible feeling of euphoria that would send her into another universe, that come she needed so badly . . .
CHAPTER TWO
Johnny couldn't get enough of her sweet cunt. He was going crazy with lust. His face was red and tense and he gripped her ass in fingers that betrayed his incredible passion.
He wanted to make her come as badly as she wanted it. Eating pussy was his favorite thing. Her pussylips were warm to his touch and he craved the smooth, slick feeling that they gave him as his tongue ran over them lovingly and with incredible speed.
Then suddenly he did what she had been waiting for. He went to that swollen, highly charged little finger of pleasure-her clit. His warm lips swallowed it up and began to suck it slowly fervently.
He had the whole thing in his mouth, rolling it on his lips, licking it with his tongue, sending Eve into convulsive fits of ecstasy. She felt sharp, shooting stabs of strong, throbbing desire rip through her loins. Her cunt was a blazing inferno of lust. She grabbed the sheets and hung on as though clutching a lifejacket in a raging sea.
It was pure, sweet, beautiful agony as he teased and sucked and pulled her clit between his lips. She thought her body would shake loose from her flesh, the delicious feeling of pleasure was so great between her legs. It consumed her in a blanket of bliss.
"Johnny . . . Johnny! It feels good!" she cried. "I've never had anything that felt so good!"
Her husband never had eaten her in their four years of marriage. She had never been eaten before she was married. Johnny was the first man ever to suck her clit, and it was so astounding, so incredible, she could not imagine how she could have gone this long without tasting the utter delight of having her cunt licked and sucked.
Johnny slipped his middle finger into her wet cunt as he sucked her clit, and she squirmed and fought his rapturous, tantalizing maneuvers. His lips pulled on that lust-filled little nub of flesh, squeezing it gently and pulling it up-stretching it nearly an inch into the air.
It throbbed and ached and Eve felt a shudder deep within her like she had never felt before. It began somewhere between her pussy and her ass and came charging to the source of its detonation-her hot, tingling clit and Johnny's waiting mouth.
And then it burst out into the open and Eve let go with a come that blinded her momentarily. It blacked out all her vision and stifled her cry of ecstasy, and then it released all her storehouse cuntjuice and everything broke loose at once.
"JOHNNNEEEEE!" she screamed. Her face was like that of a prisoner being tortured. It was twisted and strained and her body was like an animal trying to break loose from its shackles. She bounced and heaved her erupting cunt and her hips twisted and turned and she clawed at his head with her fingers and tried to pry him from her aching clit.
She felt stabs of pleasure and delicious pain. Her loins bounced up and down with spasms of indescribable pleasure.
Johnny held her tightly and kept his mouth clamped tightly onto her sensitive vibrating clit, tonguing her rapidly with flicks of his wet wonderful tongue. She thought he would drive her to madness before he was through.
He was grunting now and moaning with his cunt-hungry desires making him oblivious of everything but the red-hot pussy in which his face was buried. All of a sudden he released her hot clit and drove his tongue deep inside her cunt once again.
The quick change jolted Eve again. She bolted up off the bed. Her legs jounced and she twisted and turned as before, straining her whole body to evade his delicious torment.
Her cuntjuice was flooding from her, flowing down her ass, and onto the sheets and into his open mouth. He licked up the juice and ran his fingers through it, savoring its warm succulence and inviting aroma. He was crazy about her cream.
They stayed like that for a long time-Johnny continuing to lick her and suck her, arousing her further then letting her subside, cleaning the liquids from her, gradually allowing her to ease down from the state of euphoric bliss to which she had been taken by his cunt-sucking.
"So you like to have your pussy eaten out, eh?" he said, smiling. He leaned back and stared at her.
She was completely worn out but felt absolutely wonderful.
"It's incredible, Johnny," she said softly, gazing over at him with eyes filled with rapture. "You made me feel higher and more completely taken than I've ever felt before by being fucked. How did you ever learn to make love so well?"
"I practice, baby, I practice," he said with a grin. "Ever try eating a man? I mean . . . would that bother you?"
"No, I've done that many times," she said. "My husband insists on it-or at least he did when we used to have sex more than once in a blue moon. But he always refused to lick me. It's been a one- way street for me."
"Good," he said. "I like it, too. When you've rested a little while, maybe you'd like to give my cock a little bath. And when you do, I'll give you another surprise you've never had."
They lay there together for a few minutes-Eve soaking in the luxury of her hard coming and the fulfillment of her dreams that Johnny had provided. She gazed at his body and realized how much she had been missing with her husband. He was getting a paunch and didn't have the hard muscles or the long prick that Johnny was blessed with. She made up her mind that she was going to get all of the good fucking she wanted. She wasn't sorry or guilty at all that she had decided to make that phone call. It was a great way to break out of the sexual exile she'd been living in for so long.
Johnny fondled her soft body, running his hands over her big round tits and up and down her belly, down along those luscious thighs. He ruffled his fingers through her beautiful downy clump of cunthair. She felt alive, full of vibrant energy and once again ready to taste the pleasures she had sought when she called him.
"Ready for a little more, sweetheart?" he asked.
"I sure am, big boy. Let me have it!"
He turned around on the bed, placing his cock by her head and his head down the other way, right near her pussy. At first she didn't know what he was doing, what he had in mind.
Then, as he settled in, shoving his prick toward her waiting lips, and began to tongue her thighs, she got the picture. It was something new for her, just as he'd promised. He wanted to sixty-nine.
But she still hadn't given him the tongue-bath she'd told him on the phone she wanted to give him. As much as the thought of sixty-nine excited her, she felt it would turn him on even more if she warmed him up first with a head-to-toe licking. And she wanted to do it.
"Wait," she said. "I have a present for you first."
He lay back, his face upturned-a little surprised.
"Just relax, baby, and let me take care of you first," she said.
She got up on all fours, her bulbous tits hanging down and swinging lazily as she moved in next to him. Before she began she hovered over him, letting her big tits hang in his face, swaying back and forth across his lips, brushing against his cheeks, his eyes, his chin.
He reached up with his tongue and wet the nipples which were hard and excited as they swung back and forth. She loved the touch of his warm tongue on them. It sent shivers swimming around in her tits and she felt a delightful tremor of excitement stirring in her belly. She couldn't wait to get him turned on with her tongue-to lick his entire body, to suck that gorgeous cock of his.
Then she began to lick his neck, running her wet tongue up and down behind his ear and blowing her warm breath into it lightly as she did so. The gently stirring air on his moist ear made him shiver and get goose-pimples up and down his arm.
Slowly, working deliberately and with absolute precision, she ran her tongue down across his chest, around and around his right nipple, tonguing him with just the moist pointed tip and leaving a trail of wetness behind her.
All the time, her fingers were playing a little dance along his loins, just grazing his flesh with her fingertips, raising tingling sensations within him that aroused him almost immediately.
She sucked on his nipple, circled it once more, then went to his other one. Again she went around and around it with her warm tongue, giving him loving swipes with the moisture-laden tip, all the time rubbing against him with her soft yielding tits.
Then her head moved down across the soft hairs of his belly-those little curly, black hairs that formed a trail winding down from his chest to his cock, a path of lovely softness that pointed the way to pleasure.
She moved her head back and forth across his flat muscular belly, as though she were saying no when actually her tongue was saying yes to anything he wanted. Her tongue put down a layer of thin wetness all over his belly, and the closer she moved toward his prick-down into that sensitive area of his loins-the more he groaned and shifted his ass and the hotter he got.
It was fun turning him on. This is one beautiful fucking stud, Eve thought. The best piece of ass I've ever had in bed. Of course, there had only been four in her entire life, including her husband, but it was absolutely no contest. The other three were all high school boys when she was still a kid, and they didn't know what the hell they were doing.
Ever since Kenny had gotten tired and acted like an old man, she'd fantasized about getting somebody like Johnny into the sack. Now here he was-a beautiful hunk of man, someone who really dug eating cunt and fucking. And he's all mine, she thought, at least for tonight. She still couldn't believe how lucky she'd been, how incredible the evening was turning out to be.
But her tongue told her it wasn't a dream. It touched his cock-hair and she took that fuzzy bristly clump right into her mouth, his hot cock rubbing against her cheek. She felt his cock-hair tickling her lips, her tongue, her mouth.
"Shit, Eve!" he cried, gritting his teeth and clamping his eyes shut. He twisted and strained and thrust his pelvis out to press his cock and balls against her warm face. "Suck me, baby. I need to be sucked!"
But now it was Eve's turn to be a teasing, tormenting lover. Just as he had done earlier, she ignored his plea.
"I've got all night, lover," she said softly, and she went right on wetting down his body.
She moved down along the outside of his right leg, licking him in little circles, down, down, down, right to his foot. Her tongue flicked across the soft tickling arch of his foot and back up over the top, then started slowly, sensuously working its way back up the inside of the same leg. She reached that tender area near his knee, and he wiggled and moaned as she went on up into the soft, sweet meat of his inner thigh. He felt a tickling, erotic kind of sensation ripple through his groin, and he pleaded with her to take his hard throbbing cock into her lips.
But Eve liked what she was doing, and she didn't want to end the torment yet. She reached right into the hollow of his crotch, alongside his balls, and pressed her pointed tongue hard against his flesh. Up and down his crotch she rode, fingering his balls lightly at the same time, running her other hand up and down his leg.
"Jesus, Eve! I need it! Suck my cock, please, baby! Suck me!"
Then she skipped quickly over the top of his hair, flicking along the edge of that smooth hard expanse of his loins, and went down his other leg, licking and lapping it a little faster, heightening the tension and making him cry out with anguish.
She made her way down to the other foot and started back up the inside of his leg. He lifted his whole leg up in the air and wrapped it around her back, and she had a hard time keeping her mouth on his flesh. She raised up, staying with it, and teased his sensitive flesh right back up to his crotch again.
But this time, instead of burrowing right into that hollow on the other side, Eve directed her tongue to Johnny's balls. She was moving in for the payoff.
She quickly began lathering his nuts, wetting them in fast sloppy strokes that made them glisten with moisture and sent him into an anguished, aching dilemma of need. He began groaning loudly, writhing in unfulfilled agony, crying for release.
She took one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it around, sucking it softly, playing with the other and the rest of his agitated crotch area with her other hand.
Eve felt him shaking, quivering with excitement, and she began to get very, very wet in her cunt. His high state of arousal only turned her on more, and she tongued his balls faster and faster.
When she thought the time was right, she slipped the ball from her mouth and in one graceful fluid motion, her mouth went to his erect cock. Her wet lips slipped over its head, grasped it firmly and slid down smoothly, lovingly, all the way to his cock-hair.
She took his whole big hard prick right into her mouth in one motion, and Johnny swooned with delight. His face mirrored the ecstasy he felt at the first sweet thrust of his prick into Eve's soft mouth.
And that was only the beginning. Eve may not have had a lot of sex partners in her young life, but she certainly had mastered well the art of sucking a man's prick until it made him churn inside like an electric mixer.
She pulled back on that long hard hunk of meat, sucking so hard her cheeks sunk in and brushed her teeth. She wiggled her tongue along the underside of his dick all the way up, teasing and testing him, wetting the whole length of his cockshaft.
Up and down went her head, slowly and softly but with firm, gentle strokes, coaxing from him all the desires within his virile body.
After a few minutes of this, Johnny was beginning to go out of his mind. She pulled back one last time, easing his ample cock from her warm lips, and began to flick her tongue up and down the sides of his shaft quickly.
She teased and sucked and licked and made him feel like his cock would go up in flames-in a case of spontaneous combustion-and his balls would explode from the sheer animal lust swelling inside them.
Eve licked all around the head of his cock, all over that shiny tight purplish skin, and licked it with the tip of her tongue in fast tantalizing strokes, all over the sensitive round globes underneath, then all around the rim where it met his shaft.
"Shit, baby! You're making me crazy with that tongue! I'm gonna come in a minute, baby! Ohhh, Jesus!" Johnny was squirming all over the place now, and Eve had to hang onto his cock tightly to keep working it with her tongue.
She really began to give it to him now. Her head went back to the tip of his cock, and her soft warm lips opened and took it all inside again. Down she went, sliding smoothly along his shaft, swallowing him up in one swift gulp, dragging her lips back up quickly but firmly.
Then down again, and up, and down and up-faster and faster-wetly and fervently sucking him and urging him to give her his cum. She wanted to taste it. She wanted to watch him erupt.
And then he did it. She was just pulling back on his big, hard meaty prick when he literally blew up in her face. His orgasm surprised her so much that she dropped his cock for just a split second, and he shot a load of thick, creamy cum right into her face.
It hit her full on the cheek and immediately began to run down it-a gob of jism that would have choked a horse.
But she recovered right away, and before his second spasm she gobbled his prick into her hot mouth again and sucked it hard and fast and squeezed his prick to get every drop she could from him.
He kept coming and coming, shooting load of jism into her warm mouth, turning her tongue into a lathered, thickly-coated instrument of joy.
"Jeeeesus!" he yelled. "Suck me, honey! Suuuuck me!"
He raised his hips and shoved the meat to her, all eight inches of poker-stiff prick standing up ready to be drained. His balls were alive with tension and he felt the muscles of his crotch squeezing on and off like neon lights, pumping the cream to her waiting lips.
Eve was full of excitement. She knew she had never tasted so much cum in one climax in her life. She loved to taste jizz and to swallow it and get a guy to drain his nuts. Johnny had more of it stored up than any two other guys could have!
It was very warm-almost hot-and it looked like Hollandaise sauce coming out of that beautiful, wide head of his cock. It was spewing out, running into her mouth and sliding right down her throat, and she didn't want to lose a drop. She sucked and licked and pumped his prick with her fist to get more.
Her belly trembled with excitement and she felt a shudder rack her shoulders and run right down her spine as she finished bringing him off.
His shaking, trembling body finally began to calm down. Eve sucked him slowly, lovingly, licking his cock and his balls and bringing him back to reality in a calm, soothing way.
She had a way of knowing just how to play his prick and his body so that he got the utmost satisfaction from his blowjob. If there was one thing she really knew how to do, it was suck cock.
And as she felt his body tension melt away and knew that she had given him a relaxing, fulfilling sucking, she knew that making dirty calls and finding more horny men was her wave of the future.
It sure beats watching television when Kenny's working nights, she said to herself as she squeezed Johnny's furry balls and let his thick wide prick soak in her mouth. She would give him a minute to rest, she thought, then get him hard again and get some more of that delicious hot cum.
She and Johnny stayed together until almost four a.m., sucking and fucking and doing all sorts of wild sexual acrobatics. She had never had a night of fun like this in her whole life, and when he drove her back to the parking lot to pick up her car, she gave him a big kiss and promised to meet him again.
Whether she would or not, she wasn't sure. He certainly was a fantastic fuck, but she wanted a lot of variety now that she had broken the ice. She wanted to taste everything-literally. She wanted to suck off a lot of guys and see if she could get bigger and better thrills each time. She wanted to fuck young guys and old guys, suck truck drivers and college professors and anybody who she could turn on by talking dirty on the telephone.
That was the key to her new sex life-the telephone.
She knew that next to a good hard prick, the telephone was the sexiest instrument she would ever hold.
CHAPTER THREE
After Johnny, Eve became a phone freak-an obscene call freak, actually. She loved to make them.
Every night, as soon as Kenny left for work, she would pick up the phone book and go right down the list, picking out names that appealed to her and calling guys up. They didn't all result in fucking, but it was a thrill to her just to get a guy who would stay on the phone and listen to her talk dirty.
It made her hot just to describe what it would be like to go to bed with her. She would sometimes just tease the guy, and sometimes she'd get serious and make a date to look him over like she had with Johnny.
Within a month, she's fucked nineteen different guys. And each one seemed to be better than the last.
Eve was having the time of her life. She didn't even care if Kenny found out about it. It was well worth the risk.
One night, she came across the name of Ron Adler. She had no idea who it was. He lived out in the suburbs, and she'd never even been to his town. She liked the name and decided to give him a try.
As the phone rang and Eve sat waiting for Ron Adler to answer, she daydreamed about what he might look like. She always did that, and every once in a while, when she met the guy later, she'd find that she wasn't that far off.
This time, she pictured Ron as about thirty, blonde and built like a Ft. Lauderdale lifeguard-brawny and tanned and a set of pearly teeth and a Jimmy Carter grin.
"Hello, this is Ron Adler," the voice said. It was deep and resonant like a barrel-chested baritone in an opera.
"This is Denise," she said, her voice purring and soft like a singer in an intimate cafe. "How would you like to feel my tongue between your legs, Ron? How would you like to have me lick your balls and suck your cock and then shoot your cum right in my mouth?"
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. He was apparently too dumbfounded to reply.
"What's the matter, Ron? Cat got your tongue? I'd like to get your tongue. I'd put it right in my pussy and let you eat it for hours and hours and hours. Like that, Ron?"
"Jesus," he said. "Who is this, anyway?"
"My name is Denise, and I like to go to bed with big, brawny guys like you. What would you like to do with me, Ron? I have red hair and a body that will drive you out of your mind. Big tits, nice round ass, and a cunt that's always wet and ready."
She thought she could hear some pretty heavy breathing on the other end of the line, but she couldn't get him to talk like she wanted him to.
"Hey, Ron, don't I turn you on? What's the matter, eh?"
"How about Greeking," he finally said. "Interested in that?"
She had to admit she was stumped. She didn't know what he meant, and she told him so.
"You know," he said. "You're talking about Frenching, but I like the other end. You must know what Greek style means."
"I'm afraid you'll have to spell it out for me, Ron."
"All right, all right. Do you like to take it up the ass? I'm very loving and I have a really big cock. Want to try it?"
This was something entirely new to Eve. She'd never tried it in the shit-chute. She didn't even know what the word Greek meant, and now she was faced with a real decision. It interested her just because it was new, but she wondered whether it would hurt.
But she was determined to learn the sexual ropes from A to Z, and if Greek was part of it, she decided she'd give it a whirl.
"OK, I'm game," she said. "Just don't rip me in half."
He laughed. "No problem, sweetheart," he said. "I told you I'm very loving. I'll take good care of you."
"Meet me at the Wild Oak Motel out on the highway in an hour," she said. "I'll be driving a red Thunderbird. I'll wait for you in the car."
"OK, baby," he said. "I'll be in a green Buick. Don't bother to wash your ass. I'll swab it all down for you very nicely before I give you the meat." Then he hung up.
Eve frowned. She hoped she had not made the wrong decision on Ron Adler. She hadn't even taken her usual precaution of looking him over first before meeting him.
In the motel parking lot, she found a spot and waited, knowing she was there first. It wasn't long, though, before a green Buick pulled in and cruised through the lot, then pulled in next to her.
She was surprised and a little taken back to see the guy grinning from the window of the car. He had gray, almost white hair, and must have been at least twice her age. Her heart sank. And old fuck, she thought. How could I have made such a mistake? Shit, fuck, piss, damn! He'll probably not even be able to get it up . . . talk all night about what's wrong, and that he can't understand it . . . he's not usually like this, always gets it up right away and it stays hard and throbbing for hours and hours and hours, long after the girl is fast asleep. Sure, buddy, sure. Know all about it.
Eve played with the idea of backing out of the lot and going home without even talking to Ron Adler. But he would probably follow her and maybe find out where she lived. No, as long as I'm here, I might as well go through with it and hope for the best, she decided.
Ron was getting out of his car and coming around to her door. She rolled down the window.
"Hi, Denise," he said.
Aside from Johnny, Eve made sure she never-ever-gave one of her fucks her real name. That had proved to be. a very smart move. So far, no one had learned who she was or where she lived.
"I'm Ron. I guessed you figured that out. Let's go in and get a room, shall we?"
"Of course not," she said. "You go and get a room. I'll wait here, and when you're inside, I'll come in quickly. Be sure you don't lock the door."
"OK," he said, and walked to the office.
Just like I figured, she thought. A dumb fuck-wants to parade me in front of a desk clerk, yet. A real horse's ass. I'll give him half an hour, and if he hasn't turned me on by then, I'm leaving.
Still, she had to admit he wasn't a bad-looking guy for his age. He had very thick wavy hair that he wore a little on the long side. It used to be dark brown, not mostly white, and he had a pair of very beautiful blue eyes that sparkled in the light of the parking lot lamp posts.
He had a good build, as far as she could see with his clothes still on, and dressed well. He wore a pair of sharply pressed gray slacks and a dark-blue, short-sleeved cotton sport shirt. When he walked, it was with a confident, sure stride.
After a couple of minutes, he came out of the office with a key in his hand and walked to the second room from the end, far away from the office. That was good, she thought. He's not so dumb, after all-maybe.
She eased the car back out of her spot and drove down to the end of the motel and parked it. When he was safely inside the room and she saw that he'd left the door open a bit, she got out and quickly walked over. She pushed the door open and stepped inside and was surprised to see him standing by the bed without a stitch of clothes on.
He had a magnificent build, and his cock was right out in front of him, hard and red and all set to give her a good fucking.
"Boy, you don't waste any time," she said, laughing as she locked the door behind her.
"Not when I got a hot young number like you ready to get it on," he said. "Let's get those things off, sweetheart. I want to give it to you so bad, I can feel it backing up in me."
She slipped off her jacket, and he was beside her in a flash. His fingers went to the buttons on her blouse, and he nimbly undid them right down the front and slipped it off her shoulders. As had become her style, she wore nothing underneath it.
Her tits stood out firm and full, and Ron went for them right away. He took them in his hands and pushed them together and lowered his head to run his mouth over them. He sucked on first one nipple and then the other, and Eve felt a wave of excitement begin to rear in them as he avidly worked them over.
She put her arm around his shoulder as he stood before her, tonguing and fondling her. He was an energetic lover, and his cock was simply stupendous, she realized. It was a good nine inches of stiff, eager meat, and it was wide and just so perfectly formed that she wondered how she could ever have doubted him only a few minutes before.
He kept sucking her tits and running his nose between them, and then reached down with one hand and unzipped her slacks. They dropped to the floor, and without her panties, she was now naked as a jaybird. Ron was beside himself with desire.
Her luscious reddish-orange pussy hair was fluffed up like a powder puff and shone like the coat of a golden retriever. Her gently curving body, sloping in at the waist and back out again at the thighs, was a picture of sexual perfection.
He tongued down her body from her nipples to her crotch, wetting her flesh, and sucking on it every few inches with his warm, wet lips.
When he reached her pussy, she spread her legs wide, still standing upright, and Ron was on his knees, his face upturned right between them. His tongue flicked out and right up her cunt, licking the moisture already gathering there and turning her on like she thought it would be impossible for him to do.
"You sure as hell are an eager son of a bitch," she said, grasping her loins to control the quiver already beginning to take over there, and to keep her balance. He was plunging his tongue in and out of her faster and faster, going for her clit and her pink cuntlips like a hungry animal.
"Ungh . . . ahhhhh . . . mmmph ..." he growled. She couldn't make out what the hell he was trying to say. He was too anxious to keep his tongue inside her to stop for a minute and speak. His words were lost in the wet stickiness of her tingling pussy.
"Let's go over on the bed, darling," she finally said, finding it hard to stay on her feet as he became more and more aroused.
"OK," he said, pulling away from her crotch, his face red and wet from his heavy licking. He got up and followed, right on her heels.
She had not even lain down, was still climbing onto the bed, in fact, when he grabbed her ass and held her. She was half-on, half-off the bed and on all fours, her knees at the edge of the mattress, when he gripped her hips and clung to her. She couldn't move.
"That's it, right there," he said hoarsely.
She froze, wondering if he was just going to shove it into her without warming her up first. She got the answer quickly and was glad to see that he was considerate of the fact she'd never been butt-fucked before.
He slid his hands down from her hips and dropped to his knees on the floor, so that his head was even with her ass hanging off the bed.
Ron began licking the back of her legs behind the knees and took long, wide swipes with the flat of his tongue right up to her ass, then licked her asscheeks all over-every last smidgen-and all the while was lightly running his fingers up and down on the insides of her thighs.
When he had completely done her ass, lovingly caressing her with his warm tongue, he moved to her crotch and stuck his tongue once again right up her hairy pussy. He circled around in it, stirring the curly muff and gliding his tongue along her juice-glazed lips.
She felt his hot breath on her moist cunt, and it sent piercing ripples of desire running up and down her legs and right into her cunt. Then she began to feel something she had never felt before-never in her entire life.
His tongue kept coming up higher and higher in her crotch as she stayed perfectly still-or tried to-on her hands and knees. Warmer and warmer grew her crotch as he filmed it over with hot saliva and came closer and closer to that taboo spot-that puckered little hole in the crack of her ass.
Finally he reached it. He really began to get excited. His tongue circled around and around that ' little rosebud, wetting it and licking it and kissing it like it was a long-lost friend.
His fingers worked at her pussy, parting the hair and playing with her clit, but his mouth sucked and licked and nurtured that sweet, tight little bunghole! It was obvious where Ron's greatest desires lay.
"Your ass is gorgeous," he mumbled, pausing only long enough to catch his breath quickly, then continuing to lick her.
Eve was beginning to get turned on by Ron. A hot, wet tongue in the ass is kind of exciting, she told herself. It's certainly new. Of all the fucking she'd done in recent weeks, ass-licking was one thing no other guy had wanted.
It was a whole new kind of sensation for her. She felt waves of titillating excitement shoot through her bunghole each time he flicked his tongue over it. And now it was dripping wet back there-almost as dripping wet as her pussy.
Then she felt Ron standing up, rubbing his prick-hard and throbbing like a son of a bitch-against her shit-chute. He rubbed it around in a circle and spit on it, rubbing the saliva up and down on the head of his hot pecker, then he nudged it against that shriveled resistant little hole.
It didn't give at first. His cock was just too big. But with some persistence, of which he had plenty at this point, Ron finally managed to push his cockhead inside her.
Eve felt like a Mack truck was trying to break down the door of her asshole. It was tightly wedged in her, and even the lubrication of his spit wasn't enough to make it slide in. She wondered if this was as far as he would go with it, or if he wanted to put it all the way in. Since she'd never done this before, she had no way of knowing, and she didn't want to appear stupid, so she didn't even ask.
But she found out. Ron was vibrating with lust. He loved a real tight asshole. And he was quivering with excitement as he prepared to let her have it.
With one mighty heave, he braced himself and rammed his potent pecker straight into her virginal asshole, shoving all nine hard inches of stiff meat into her tender spot.
"Eeeeeooowww!" she screamed, and lurched forward on the bed, falling flat on her face.
Ron was expecting something like this, and he was ready. He had wrapped his arms around her hips, holding on for dear life, and when she shot forward, he was right with her. His cock remained firmly imbedded in her aching asshole, and when she came to rest flat on her belly, he felt like he was inside her about two yards.
Her asscheeks closed around his long hard shaft, and he began to pump her good and hard right there on the bed.
She was screaming in pain when he started, but after he had given her about twenty or thirty thrusts, she began to loosen up and relax her inexperienced ass-muscles. Once she did that, his cock slid into her with less friction, and she began to actually enjoy the tissue-tearing surges of his big prick.
"You are one sweet hot fuck, baby!" he said hoarsely, his voice-full of lust and overheated passion.
He lunged into her over and over until at last she felt his cock swell and burst.
Then she felt a flood of hot sticky cum ooze into her, around his shaft and over the insides of her asscheeks. It covered her crack and ran down into her pussy, and she felt like a chocolate Easter bunny sitting out in the hot sun, melting.
It was sweet relief for them both when he came. Ron lay on top of her and reached around to play with her tits. She rolled a little to one side so he could get to her nipple, and he tweaked it softly and squeezed the muscles of his balls so she could feel the pulsations in his cock, still deep inside her ass.
The pain was much less intense for her, now that her ass was full of cum, but she still felt the sharp pain of torn tissues whenever she moved. She needed some rest, and she closed her eyes and tried to get it.
But Ron Adler was not satisfied. In fact, he was just beginning.
If Eve thought she was finished with her ass-reaming for the night, she had another think coming.
CHAPTER FOUR
Eve rested for a while and drifted off to sleep, tired from the first ass-fucking she'd ever had.
Ron intended to stay right in her bunghole until she woke up, but he realized he had to piss. After she fell asleep, he pulled his hard dick out of her and went to the toilet. As he stood there, holding his inflamed steel-hard cock, he suddenly remembered that out in the car was a tube of KY jelly.
Why the hell hadn't he remembered it before? He shook the piss off as he finished, washed his cock in the sink, and quickly got dressed. He rushed out and got the jelly.
As he came back in, Eve moaned and rolled over on the bed, half-awake and aware that he was back.
He stripped down again as fast as he could and applied a liberal dose of KY to his stiff boner, then went to Eve.
"Roll over again, baby," he said. "I want to put some nice soothing salve on your asshole. It will make it feel very good."
She got back onto her belly and stuck her ass up in the air. Ron slapped a big gob of KY right on her puckered rosebud, and with his finger he spread it all around and forced as much as possible inside, right up her shit-chute. He smeared a good coating of it on his finger and put it back in and went right up with it, spreading it all over the walls of her asshole inside, paving the way for his second invasion of her shitter.
She was not aware of what he had in mind-obviously. Even though she had liked what she felt before-after she'd got used to it-once he'd pulled his cock out she'd felt sore and her ass ached like it had been scraped by a fish scaler.
"Feel better, doll?" he asked when her ass had been thickly smeared-inside and out-with KY.
"Yeah, that's good," she said. "Nice and soothing. What is it?"
"It's my favorite ointment," he said. "Dr. Adler's Rectal Lubricant."
It didn't dawn on Eve for a minute. She was still on her hands and knees, just as she'd been as he was applying the salve. When it hit her what he had said, it was too late.
"Lubric . . . eeeiow!" she shrieked.
Ron hit her with his greasy pecker, jamming it into her with all the force of a pile driver, and this time it went sliding right into her on that smooth bed of KY.
There was no wedging or stuffing this time. It was nice and smooth, and her ass-muscles had been stretched by his previous fucking, anyway, so she couldn't stop his thunderous entry.
Ron was out of his mind with lustful desire for her tight ass. It was just a matter now of gritting her teeth and taking enough of his surging cock to get used to it all over again. When her ass adapted to this foreign object, she thought, it won't be so bad.
"Just squeeze your ass-muscles tight and then let them go," he told her. Keep doing that over and over. It'll be good for both of us."
She started doing it, grasping his cock and holding it like she was pinching back a good healthy shit, then releasing it. After several grabs, during which he almost came, she did begin to feel better. The feel of his hard prick in her ass distracted her from the pain of her torn membranes and, even if it was only in her mind, she began to improve.
Meanwhile, Ron was getting so hot he could hardly stand it. He was fucking his big prick in and out of her on that river of KY, ramming its full length way into her shithole.
His cockhead was scraping against a strangely sharp object, and he knew damned well what it was, but he didn't mention it to Eve. If she happened to ask, he wouldn't tell her. She'd probably make him pull out. She would probably be embarrassed to know he was knocking against a hunk of shit inside her.
He loved the way his prick filled Eve's tight rump. It was like fucking a young kid, he thought. The last time he had a piece of ass as good as this was when he'd knocked off that little girl in LA. Her mother had offered her to Ron for ten dollars and he'd jumped at it. He'd felt a little funny afterwards, but he didn't let it bother him long. It was exceptionally good fucking, and you just don't throw away stuff like that.
Eve was moaning softly now, burrowing her head in a pillow and beginning to get very hot from the ass-reaming she was getting. His cock was sliding in and out of her so fast, she thought it was powered by a machine. But it was just one very talented pair of hips belonging to one of the best Greek artists anywhere.
"How do you like it, baby?" he asked.
"Mmmmm . . . it's good," she replied. "You're really getting in there deep now. You're making me awfully hot!"
"Yeah, you bet your ass I am, sugar," he grunted, fucking into her like a German Shepherd.
His hands were grasping her hips, holding her tightly like a horny male dog, and his hips kept gyrating and thrusting that long hard prick in and out, in and out, in and out.
The faster he went, the hornier he got, and the farther up he pushed it into her.
His legs were spread wide, his pelvis thrust forward, his back arched, and he was almost on the tips of his toes now, his teeth clenched. He was pumping his cock to her in fierce, determined lunges. His breath was coming in fast heavy gasps, and he kept wheezing and giving out agonized little yelps of crazed, lustful desire.
Eve realized that he was getting close to coming, and she felt all queazy and trembling inside. Her legs were getting weak, and she felt so excited she thought she just might come, even though he had not been touching her cunthole or that all-important clit of hers.
"Mmrammm ... oh, baby!" he grunted, barely able to talk, he was so keyed-up and close to getting off.
"Fuck it into me, sweetheart!" she urged, starting to rock her hips with him. She timed it so her movements coincided with his, and he banged into her harder and harder.
She squeezed her ass-muscles as she fucked him, taking that hard meat way inside her slippery shit-chute, clasping and unclasping it in short, firm grasps.
It was enough to drive a Greekster insane, and Ron was no exception. He thought he was going to pass out from the incredible ecstasy of reaming her round, firm ass, knowing that it was her first trip down the dirt road, as they say.
He began to groan low and gutturally, and he clenched his teeth and clamped his eyes shut. All his muscles were tensed as he clung to her hips and drove his cock like a piston in and out of her. Then he gradually moved up on his tiptoes, stretching to get it all in . . .
He exploded.
The cream went shooting into her asshole like it was shot from a cannon. It blasted her bowels and coated her whole shit-chute in a bath of white. He felt it cascading over his cockhead, still spitting out gobs of it as he fucked in and out of her in rapid jerking strokes.
She thought her ass was dipped in hot gravy as he spewed his jism-what seemed like a pint of it-into her. It was a fantastic, bone-shattering come, and Eve felt exultant that she had turned Ron on so completely. And she felt exultant that she, too, had been so aroused by getting fucked in the ass.
She had not come, it was true, but it made every nerve in her body come alive, and she knew that she'd found another alternative in her fast-growing repertoire of sexual games. It had been a real learning experience for her.
Of course the night was not yet over, but Ron was going to need a little rest after this one, she was sure. He was still fucking his cock to her, but the peak had been passed and he was more or less bathing in his juices, stroking her shitter and fond ling those luscious round, creamy-white and smooth cheeks of her ass.
"Beautiful job, Ron sweetheart," she sighed. "That was quite a lesson in buggering."
"Thanks . . . ahhh ... oh, Jesus ..." he said. "Thanks, baby. I . . . ahhh . . . ohhhh, God, that was good! You sure turn me on. Christ, I could fuck that rosebud of yours every night. What do you say . . . want to do that?"
"I'll let you know, lover, I'll let you know," she said.
She let him keep his hard prick in her ass for quite a long time, letting him come down gradually. Finally, after slowly stroking her until he was about half-hard, he pulled it out little by little. His cock fell, all red and cum-laden, between his legs. He lay down beside her and dozed.
But Eve couldn't sleep. Her ass hurt, but she was horny. Her cunt needed satisfaction. She looked over at him, asleep next to her, and ran her hand over his beautiful prick. She wanted to suck it, but it had little flecks of shit all over it and she wasn't about to swallow her own crap.
She went to the bathroom and got a couple of well-soaked washcloths and a towel and a cake of soap. Carefully wetting down his cock and balls and his whole crotch area, she lathered him all up with the soap and sponged him off with the other washcloth. When he was squeaky clean again, she toweled his cock off. As an afterthought, she took a little of her own cologne and sprayed a couple of shots in his cock-hair.
Then she went to work. He'd slept right through her sponge bath-that's how much fucking her in the ass had taken out of him. But it wasn't long after she began running her tongue over the head of his cock and it began rising again, stiff and tight and all purplish-red, that he came to.
When he opened his eyes, his cock was rock-hard and standing up like Washington's Monument, and Eve was licking up and down its beautiful tall sides, and down over his balls.
"Ooooh, baby, keep it up," he moaned. "Your tongue is fantastic! Keep it up and I'll come again."
"Yeah, sure," she said. She didn't say anything more, but she knew exactly what she was going to do. And it didn't include getting him off again without her coming, too. She had to come, and she was going to get him good and hard and hot, then she'd climb on top and fuck his ears off. She really didn't give a shit if he came or not. He'd had his.
Her fingers caressed his thighs, raising goose pimples up and down his arms and legs, and she could feel him shudder every once in a while as her talented tongue hit a sensitive spot in his hot crotch.
Ron's thick veiny cock was very wide, she thought, and as her lips went to the top and slid over his cockhead, she had all she could do to get it all into her mouth. She opened her mouth wide and crammed it all in somehow, then slid her lips down over that hot pulsating shaft. It eased into her soft warm mouth like a candy cane into a child's, and she sucked on it tenderly in long wet strokes-in and out, in and out.
Her hands massaged his balls and the base of his prick with gentleness, and she concentrated on giving him firm tantalizing strokes up near the head. She couldn't get much more than half of it in her mouth-or at least she didn't attempt to do so. If she really got hot, maybe she could jam it down her throat, but not right now.
As she sucked, she let the spit drool from her tongue onto that gorgeous hunk of meat, making it wet and hot and giving it the appearance of a well-oiled tool. He could feel the warmth of her saliva, and it only heightened his passion.
He moaned softly and shifted his ass, and she began to suck a little harder, a little faster. Her head went up and down on his throbbing pecker, gliding her lips over the ridges bulging veins, and she felt an ache in her cunt that told her she was getting ready for more than a cock in the mouth. After a few more hot licks, she got up, her soft tits swinging, and straddled him.
"Yeah, baby, that's it!" He smiled. "Fuck me good!"
"That's just what I'm gonna do, Ron baby. I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"
She grasped his hard boner and, holding up one leg to find her wet cuntlips, inserted it into her juicy cunt. It was nice and syrupy and hot, and his cock went in beautifully. She put her leg down and slowly sank down on his shaft, which went sailing into her on a smooth river of cuntjuice.
Eve didn't waste any time now. She was hot to fuck. Getting it in the ass, sucking his cock, feeling all that hard cock in her hand and on her tongue, had really turned her on. She needed a good fucking and she needed to come-hard. And she intended to do just that.
Her cunt started swiveling around in a figure eight, all the while sliding up and down on his hard, hot prick. She lathered his prick with her seeping juices, and every time she slid up, he could see the glistening surface of his prick going in and out of soft reddish-orange pussy.
Eve leaned down on her hands with her tits hanging over Ron's face and gyrated her hips in rhythm with the beat in her brain that kept going: Fuck him good . . . fuck him good . . . fuck him good ... It was like the fast-churning cadence of a locomotive's wheels as they sped down the track.
Her cunt was the engine that fueled her locomotive, and she kept piling on the coal. She felt the heat growing in the slippery pink walls of her cunt, and as it grew, it got wetter and wetter and his cock slid in it faster and faster.
She began to get that empty, far-away feeling in her brain, when the body takes over and the mind gives way to its lustful need. She could feel the passion welling within her as his cock started hitting that place inside her where she had all those sensitive feelings-like in her clit.
It was like he was hitting her bull's-eye, and it didn't take many of those perfect shots to get a prize. She knew it wouldn't be long now. Her whole body began shaking, and she straightened up, sitting astride him, jouncing and jerking. Her ass was churning and her red hair was flying and her tits were bouncing up and down like rubber balls.
Her cunt was on fire, and she felt a grinding, trembling ache in her loins that begged to be satisfied. Ron was responding with hard, driving thrusts of his ass, his face-like hers-a study in agonized ecstasy. It was all screwed up and sweating and full of lustful desire.
Then she reached that peak, that point of no return, that mountaintop for which all hot cunts strive so hard . . .
"NOW!" she screeched.
Her head was drawn back, her face upturned parallel with the ceiling, her hair hanging behind her. Her back was arched almost into a U, and her cunt was grinding around Ron's hard burgeoning prick. It was imbedded so deeply in her that she hoped it would never come out.
An incredible outpouring of cuntjuice came flowing down her pussy-canal, out to her glistening red cunthair, over his shaft, onto his hot balls. She was flooded with her hot juice, and it felt like all the dammed-up passion of her life was coming forth.
She felt blissful relief from the torment of the night. A cocoon of blackness enveloped her and she was swept away on a trip into space for that wonderful moment when her cunt opened to his pounding cock.
All the swirling, rhapsodic melodies of sexual fulfillment were hers at last. She had given him what she promised, a fucking like he'd never had before!
Even though Ron was a Greek lover, he still enjoyed a good cunt-fucking, too, and as Eve sent down her cuntjuice and basked in the sweetness of her hard bone-rattling orgasm, Ron was fucking her hard and getting close himself. He strained and fucked his meat into her in hard thrusting lunges.
He held her ass and she came up just a couple of inches. His hips churned up and down, up and down, slamming her with drive after drive that went way up into her soft cunt. Her smooth round ass was firmly in his grip, and his fingers ground into those luscious cheeks as he approached his climax.
"Uuuugggghhhh . . . yeah, baby, here it is!" And he shot another load of hot cum up into her.
He was as full of jism as before, spilling it out in a gushing, torrential stream that bathed her insides in warmth and made her swoon with delight.
They rocked and fucked and strained to the beat of a lustful drummer until they thought their loins would burst, and then they finally fell into each other's arms and kissed and fondled and hugged each other until they closed their eyes and dozed again.
For Eve, it had been a new and exhilarating encounter. For Ron, the hottest piece of ass in years -for his whole life maybe-and that was saying a lot, since he had fucked women from Sacramento to Newark and overseas, too, while building bridges and skyscrapers and superhighways.
Now Eve was building something, too-a road to sexual freedom. And she wanted to ride it 'til it wore out.
CHAPTER FIVE
Eve was getting hornier and hornier-and braver and braver-as her new-found life as an obscene caller went on. She looked constantly for new sexual thrills and new kinds of sexual partners through her nightly calls.
One night not long after fucking Ron Adler, she was running her finger down a page of her telephone directory when she hit 'Police Dept.'
Suddenly she sat bolt upright. What a gas it would be to call the cops and start talking dirty! she thought. The more she thought about it, the hotter she got. She couldn't resist the idea of telling a cop she'd like to lick his balls.
In no time at all, she found herself dialing the number.
"Police . . . Sgt. Ridgeway . . . may I help you?"
"Hi, Sergeant," she drawled softly. "How would you like me to lick your balls and suck your cock nice and slow tonight? Then maybe you'd like to ball me afterwards ..."
"Who's calling, please?"
"My name is Denise, and I'm a very hot pussy. Why not come over after you're off duty? I can make you very happy. You can even eat me if you like."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm a married man," the sergeant said. "And I have to remind you that using obscene language on the telephone is a federal offense."
"Oh, Sergeant . . . you wouldn't report me, would you? Of course, if you were my jailer, it might be fun. I could give you a nice blowjob every day, and I would fuck you till your badge melted. I've got a forty-inch pair of tits and a thirty-inch waist and forty-inch hips. How would you like to get into something like that and fuck hell out of it?"
Without letting her know, of course, Sgt. Felix Ridgeway had signaled Patrolman Roger Spencer to monitor the call on some new sophisticated equipment the department had just received for just such emergencies as this.
Spencer put on the headphones. Using a series of complicated mathematical applications, he could-given enough time-zero in on the exchange from which the call was made and, eventually, narrow it down to one of only a few numbers. If he knew the exchange right away, the time needed to trace a call was cut substantially.
The key was to keep her on the phone.
"Well, now that you put it that way," Ridgeway said, "I don't know whether I could refuse. It's very, very tempting. Where is your apartment?"
"I can't give you the address, Sergeant. I'm sure you understand. But it's not far from the Convention Center. Could you meet me in the bar next door to it? What time do you get off?"
He scribbled 'Convention Center area' on a slip of paper and passed it to Spencer. It meant the call was coming from the four-four-six exchange. Spencer could zero in on Eve in about sixty seconds if Ridgeway could keep her talking.
"Well, we're not allowed to give out our duty hours, ma'am. What's the name of the bar?" He was stalling and hoping it worked.
Eve didn't give a thought to being traced. If the truth were known, she probably wouldn't have even dared. She really didn't think there was anything to worry about. Cops were men just like any of the others she'd fucked. She figured they'd like a good fucking, too.
"It's the Pink Pussy," she said with a giggle. "Nice name, eh?"
"Yeah, I know the place," Ridgeway said. "Got a big sign that looks like a vagina. Almost got closed down last year, but a judge let them off on a technicality."
"That's the place, Sergeant. Meet me there? What time?"
Spencer signaled that he had the number. He passed it to Ridgeway, who looked it up quickly in a directory on his desk, still talking with Eve to keep her occupied.
"I'm not sure, miss. Probably after midnight."
"But it's only eight o'clock now, Sergeant. Do I have to wait four hours to feel your cock?"
"Sorry, ma'am, but I won't be able to make it before that."
"Well, OK, if that's the best you can do. See you then." And she hung up.
"Great work, Spencer," the sergeant said. "I got the name. It's Eve Brownell. She lives at 2422 West 34th Street. Let's go."
Ridgeway had lied to Eve. He and Spencer were actually through work at eight p.m., and she had called just as they were leaving. It had been perfect timing for the cops.
They went to the parking lot and got into Ridgeway's car.
"Remember the last time we had one of these, Spencer?" the sergeant asked. "That broad couldn't walk for a week after we got through with her."
"I worry sometimes, though, that they'll turn us in," the patrolman replied. "It could get us in a lot of trouble."
"Don't worry. I've told you a thousand times-all we have to do is threaten them with arrest for making obscene calls. They're scared shitless of the exposure, to say nothing of the sentence they might get."
"Yeah, I know. I wonder what this broad will be like. You going to give her the usual?"
"Of course. Got it right in the back seat for use at any time. Never travel without it."
The ride to West 34th Street took about twenty-five minutes, and Ridgeway didn't spare the horses. When he got stopped in traffic at an intersection, he just turned on the siren and the cop on the corner opened up traffic to let them get through.
When they pulled up in front of Eve's apartment building, they jumped out and Ridgeway got a small leather bag from the back seat before they went into the building. The doorman said Miss Brownell lived in apartment nine, third floor.
"Anything wrong, officers?"
"No, just some routine questions. Stay cool."
"Yeah, OK," the doorman replied.
They rang for the elevator and went up. Ridgeway rapped on the door of number nine and waited.
"Who is it?" came the female voice.
"Police. Open the door, please."
Eve's pulse raced. What could they want? They couldn't know about the call. She hadn't given them the address or the phone number, and she'd used the name Denise, as usual.
She'd been taking a bath, getting ready for meeting Sergeant Ridgeway later, and was just toweling off when the doorbell rang. She ran to get a robe.
"Just a minute," she said.
When she opened the door, Ridgeway and Spencer couldn't conceal their delight at the gorgeous piece of ass standing before them. Long red hair, big tits bulging out of her tight satiny robe, green eyes, full sensuous mouth.
Am I ever gonna put it to this broad! Ridgeway thought as he stepped inside. Spencer was right on his heels.
"Hello, Denise," Ridgeway said with a leer. "We decided to make our appointment a little early."
"My name is Eve Brownell," she said, stepping back, frightened for the first time. "I don't understand what you're talking about."
"Oh, you understand, all right," the sergeant said. "We're here to take you up on your offer. You know, the one you made earlier tonight when you called me at the station."
Spencer spoke for the first time. "You must remember, Miss Brownell," he said. "The one in which you said you were going to lick the sergeant's balls and suck him off. Remember now?"
Eve panicked. She started to run for the phone. Ridgeway got there first. He clamped his hand over her wrist.
"Don't think of doing anything foolish, Miss Brownell," he said.. "You made an obscene phone call, and we will press charges against you if you do anything to resist us or report what goes on here tonight. Do you understand that? We will charge you with resisting arrest and anything else we can think of, understand?"
"But I never called you!" she protested. "I never made a dirty call in my life. How dare you!"
"Hey, Sarge, get a load of this." Spencer had the telephone book open to 'Police Dept.' and found that it had been circled in pencil. And on the desk, next to the phone, he found a slip of paper that read: "Sgt. Ridgeway-Pink Pussy-Midnight."
"How did you happen to write this if you didn't call me, Eve?" Ridgeway said.
Eve realized he had her by the short hairs. "All right . . . what do you want with me?" she said.
"You can start by showing us your bedroom," Ridgeway said. "We'll let you know the rest in there."
She walked down the hall and into a large room done almost completely in white-walls, carpet, bedspread, everything. The bed was a big king-sized job.
Ridgeway smiled. "Good, plenty of room for everybody in that one," he said.
Eve realized she was going to get it, but she still didn't know quite how and she couldn't help being apprehensive. The sergeant and his sidekick were being a little too cold and matter-of-fact about it -not really letting her know what was on their minds. It wouldn't be so bad if they'd just tell me what they want, Eve told herself.
"Okay, baby, let's get this robe off and see what you got for us," Ridgeway said.
He pulled on the sash and it fell open, revealing Eve's tremendous round tits and her bushy freshly-scrubbed and powdered pussy. Her gentle curves and perfectly formed ass and legs were enough to make both cops gaze in lustful awe as she let the robe drop to the floor.
"Oh . . . you're gonna be one hell of a piece of ass, sweetheart!" Spencer said.
"She sure as hell is!" Ridgeway agreed. "When we get through with you, you're going to know you've been had." He began ripping off his blue uniform. So did Spencer.
By the time they got down to their shorts, Eve realized she had a couple of real studs on her hands. Ridgeway was about thirty, a blond with a short-cropped brush cut and almost covered with soft hair all over his body. He had a square jaw, and his rugged face had the look of a tough ex-Marine. His blue eyes were deep-set, and his mouth was almost a straight line. His body was like a toolbox set on end-square and rugged.
He had a cock like a stallion. And as he dropped his shorts, it was hard and erect and ready for anything.
Spencer was younger-probably about twenty-five, Eve thought. He wore a mustache to make him look older, but his soft light-brown hair and a body almost devoid of hair made him look really young when he was undressed. He had rosy cheeks and gray-green eyes and a rather slight build.
But he was hung heavily and circumcised, which Eve liked, and it was like a rock when he finally finished stripping down. His balls were loose and hung like a pair of lemons in their wrinkled hairy sac.
"Onto the bed, Denise," Ridgeway said facetiously. "This show is about to begin." He picked up his leather case and unzipped it. He pulled out a vibrator dildo and climbed up behind her.
As soon as she was on her back and had her legs spread, the sergeant moved right to her crotch. With his right hand, he felt her cunt to see how wet it was. Eve hoped he would eat her or fuck her before he used the dildo, because she wasn't sure she could handle such a big thing until she was warmed up.
She didn't realize that Ridgeway wanted that. He hoped she'd be dry. That was his thing-ramming that big tool into dry cunts.
Unfortunately, Eve was not excited enough to have begun seeping pussyjuice. She was dry as a bone.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his eyes fixed on her red cuntal bush. He parted her cuntlips with one hand and held the huge dildo in the other. He flicked the switch and it hummed its lustful hum.
"Don't hurt me!" Eve cried. "Don't push that into me yet. Put some KY in first."
"Fuck you, bitch!" Ridgeway replied.
He stuck its wide head between her dry cuntlips and rammed it home. It went into her to the hilt, and as it went in Eve felt every fiber of her soft young pussy tear and burn.
He ripped her tender cunt unmercifully as he jammed the hard artificial cock way up into her. It tore at her flesh and she screamed in agony, but he paid no attention to her pleas for mercy.
Spencer stood by the side of the bed watching the whole sordid affair. He was grinning obscenely as he stroked his long hard cock.
Eve thought she would pass out from the pain, hoped she would.
"Please, don't!" she cried. "You're policemen. You're supposed to protect people. I'll fuck you. I'll suck you. I'll even lick your assholes, but don't ram that huge thing up into me without any lubricant. You're killing me!"
"I already told you-fuck you, bitch!" Ridgeway answered. "You're going to get what we give you and you're going to like it. The sooner you realize that and shut up, the better it will be for you."
Eve realized she had no choice. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and prepared for a long agonizing night of satisfying the special sexual appetites of Sergeant Ridgeway and Patrolman Spencer.
CHAPTER SIX
Ridgeway was sweating and his face was set with a grim determination as he pushed the vibrator in and out of Eve's pain-racked pussy. He was grunting and Eve thought she detected a sadistic grin on his face as he worked her over.
She'd give up trying to reason with Ridgeway. He was going to have his way regardless of what she said or did. She only hoped that her cunt would soon begin to get wet and relieve her of some of the pain.
If only I could concentrate on what he's doing and try to make myself think it feels good, she thought. Maybe that will do the trick. She closed her eyes and as the huge dildo went ramming into her, she focused her mind on it and tried to tell herself it was Johnny Pollard fucking her.
It didn't happen immediately, but after a while it began to seep into her brain. Her subconscious took over and she felt the first traces of moisture begin to lubricate the dildo. Her cunt was getting wet and the surging dildo became less painful.
Ridgeway knew it had to happen sooner or later, but he kept fucking that big stiff thing into her with all his might. It still hurt some, but Eve was beginning to get hot, now that she was getting wet, and the more she got turned on, the better it felt.
Her cuntjuice was making it slippery and easy to handle. It must have had a medicating effect on her torn pussy walls as well, because the pain kept getting less and less intense. After a few minutes, she was really enjoying it.
"Mmmmmm . . . that's beginning to feel good, baby," she moaned, hoping she would appease Ridgeway and he might be more considerate.
"Oh, yeah?" he said. "That's too bad. I was hoping you were still getting torn apart." Abruptly he pulled the dildo out of her cunt and tossed it aside.
Eve felt suddenly as empty as a church on Monday, and her pussy began to ache and throb once more. Without that big hard dildo fucking her, all the lesions he'd created inside her lovely pink pussy overshadowed the pleasant feelings, and pain began to course through her loins.
Ridgeway got up to his knees, his cock almost bursting from excitement. It was almost as mammoth as the dildo and every bit as hard. It stood out from his body and its head was red as a beet. His face was still grim, his jaw set like a bulldog, and he moved up so his cock was right in front of her face.
"How would you like to take this whole thing right down your throat, baby?"
"I'd like to suck you, but that's much too big for me to get it all in my throat, I'm afraid," she said.
"Oh, come now, my dear," he said. "Surely you jest. Spencer, come here. I may need some help holding this bitch while she takes my cock down her throat."
Spencer crawled up on the other side of Eve, right alongside her head.
Eve's heart was pounding almost as hard as Ridgeway's cock as the sergeant grabbed her head, and told her to open her mouth. She refused; and he placed his thumb in one cheek, his forefingers in the other, and squeezed.
She thought he would break her cheekbones. His fingers were like iron. She couldn't possibly resist.
When her mouth popped open, he jammed his immense throbbing cock into it-right down her throat. All of his long thick prick went in, and she gagged and tried to talk but found her throat plugged by the bulging shaft of Ridgeway's cock.
He began fucking into her, holding her by the hair of the head with one hand and playing with his balls with the other. Spencer sat on the bed, playing with his prick again.
"Like that, baby?" Ridgeway said with a leer. "Bet you never had that much cock in your face before."
Eve was scared to death. His cock was reaching far down her throat, seeping cum in a thin dribble, and she was having more and more trouble breathing. She couldn't swallow, and the cum was trickling down her throat. It tickled like hell. She tried to cough, but it wouldn't come out. Her face began to get red and her lungs were bursting.
Ridgeway was fucking her face faster and faster. He closed his eyes and threw his head back suddenly and squeezed his eyes. Then he was stock still and a low guttural groan came up from his lungs. He shot a huge wad of hot jism right down her throat.
She gagged and tried to swallow it, but his prick was surging in and out of her and she couldn't.
"You better let her get her breathe a sec, Sarge. She might croak on us," Spencer said.
"Oh, fuck her!" Ridgeway said. "We'd just investigate it and write her off as a suicide-no problem." And he kept right on squeezing off his cum in shooting spasms of his throbbing prick.
Eve was beginning to go out of her mind. She was pinned to the bed by this big monster, getting an incredible prick shoved down her throat, and she couldn't swallow . . . Now she might even face choking to death, and there was no one to help her! She had never felt so alone in her life.
Fortunately, Ridgeway was finishing his orgasm and his cock began to soften and pull back from its invasion of her air-passage.
Her mouth was full of cum, and now that the tightness in her throat was relieved a little by the retreat of Ridgeway's cock, she tried to savor its sweetness and let the cream slide down.
It tasted good to her, and she felt her troubles might be over. Maybe Ridgeway would get dressed and leave, now that he'd shot his load.
But she was much too optimistic.
When he had finished draining his prick of every last drop of jism and his hot prick was ready to rest, he slid it out of her mouth and straddled her face, sitting on her soft heaving tits. Eve was afraid he might break her ribs. He felt like he weighed a ton, but he didn't seem to care how much he rested his full weight on her tender body.
"Get enough cock that time, baby?" he said. "Got enough cum to feed an army, didn't ya?" He laughed uproariously.
His cock, only a few inches from her face, was dripping with his jism, but still thick and more than half-hard, and Ridgeway took it in one hand and began wiping it off on Eve's cheek.
"Got a great complexion, baby, but there's nothing like a little jizz to soften the skin ... eh, Spencer?"
"Right, Sarge." He was watching the whole thing, still not daring to make a move unless Ridgeway told him to.
Then the sergeant took a handful of Eve's lustrous red hair in one hand and, using it like a cloth, began wiping off his cockshaft and his balls. She thought if she could ever get to his gun, lying across the room with his uniform, she would blow his head off. What a fucking pig! What right did a bastard like this have to wear a uniform and pretend that he was worthy of respect?
"And nice of her to let her hair grow long so I can use if for a wiping rag . . . eh?"
"Yeah, Sarge, real nice of her."
"You are a no good son of a bitch-that's what you are!" Eve blurted out. "When you leave here, I'm going to report you to your captain."
"And what are you going to say, Little Miss Shithead? That you just called the station with a dirty phone call-innocent little thing that you are-and then got raped? Your name will be in every paper and on every news broadcast, and after that's all over, your body will be in the city morgue, because some guy will put a goddam cock in your throat and leave it there until you croak, next time. I'll see to that personally! So you won't say anything to anybody . . . will you? I said, will you!" He balled up his fist as if to hit her, and held her throat with the other.
"N-n-no, I won't tell anyone," she said softly.
"That's better. To hell with you! Cunts like you make me sick. She's all yours, Spencer. Fuck her ears off . . . if you can stand her."
Ridgeway backed off and went to the other side of the room. Eve hoped it would be the last time she ever saw him. But before she could give it much thought, Spencer was up on her. At least he wasn't the sadistic type-she was pretty sure of that. But it was obvious he was one hell of a horny young cop.
Eve saw him lunging for her. He was hotter than a boiler room in July, and she knew she was in for a lot more heavy duty before this night was over.
He leaped onto the bed and crawled between her legs, his cock in one hand and his eyes bugging out, his mouth open and almost drooling as he pressed his cock to her hot, wet pussylips.
"I can't wait ... I can't wait to fuck you, sweetheart!" he panted. "I'm really gonna give it to you, baby. I'm gonna fuck your goddam ass right off!"
He twisted and turned with his cock, getting the head wet, then sent it surging into her with one hard lunge of his hips. His prick was so long, it went right up her on that first thrust and bounced against her hot spot way inside.
At last! she thought. At last I'm going to get some real, honest-to-goodness fucking! This I can take. A good piece of ass you never turn down. A bully and a sadist like Ridgeway you hope you never see again.
Spencer was so hot, he started shoving that big pecker in and out of her like a locomotive. He churned his ass and lunged in and out of her cunt faster and faster.
He sent his prick racing to the very farthest reaches of her luscious, creamy pussy. Its hard bumpy shaft pressed against the walls of her cunt-canal and spread them wide, giving her that filled-up feeling she loved.
"Ooooo . . . baby . . . this is more like it," she moaned. "Give it to me good, sweetheart. You're making me hotter than hell!"
"Yeah, I know," he said, his mouth hanging open, beads of sweat standing out on his forehead. "I fuck good, don't I?"
"You sure do, lover," she said, almost purring in his ear. "You're like a fucking rabbit. You really turn me on!"
Spencer grabbed her asscheeks, stretched out his body on her and fucked her so fast and so hard, she thought her loins would burst. They were aching with desire by now, and he was about to fill her every need.
She fucked in rhythm to him, spreading her legs wide and wrapping one over his back, hooking it around his tight ass. He might look a little young but he was sure a good fuck! Eve told herself.
His cock was an awfully big hunk of meat in proportion to his body, and because he was not a big guy, he could really maneuver it. He swiveled his hips and twisted and turned as he fucked, and she swooned to the feel of his luscious hard cock ramming her from every angle.
It slid and slithered along her clit and sent shooting stabs of exquisite pleasure coursing through her loins. Her pleasure went shooting up her belly and up her tits, down her arms and legs- all at once, like a bolt of lightning . . . and she wasn't grounded.
She felt cuntjuice flowing from her and lathing up Spencer's cock, and he began sloshing around inside her. Every time he pushed that hard prick into her, he could feel it go "splot" in the soft warm juice. It excited him even more to know that he was getting to his luscious young pussy, and he drove his ass even harder.
He came up on his knees suddenly, and, still gripping her ass, pulled her legs up and lunged into her deeper and deeper.
Eve felt his prick exploring areas of her pussy that had never been touched before by any manor dildo. It drove her wild, and her whole body began to quiver with uncontrolled lust.
She felt her belly trembling with lustful desire, and that sweet ache of impending orgasm started to seep through her nervous system like a messenger of blissful promise. It wouldn't be long now, she knew.
"Turn it on, baby," she murmured as she fucked him harder. "Turn it on, and Mama will come home to you just the way you want."
Spencer gave her long pelvis-pounding strokes. His veiny prick went into her farther on every thrust, heating already-hot flesh to the boiling point. He was panting with passion at the threshold of orgasm, and Eve met everything he gave her with an equal amount of groping, reaching, straining desire-pushing her red, cum-matted pussy up to meet his agonized frenzied drives, taking those drives with hungry, greedy cuntlips.
She felt that gnawing, gripping hand deep inside her suddenly reach back and grab the place where all her desires were centered, and suddenly it brought all of them from their dwelling place and hurled them through her loins. That big ball of hot orgasm went shooting from her scorched, pink flesh and out into the light, bathing Spencer's cock in a blanket of wetness and heat like he had never known before.
"Jeeeesus!" she screamed.
Her ass rocked and heaved, and Spencer damn near fell out of the saddle as she came in a burst of energy like a grenade exploding in her pussy. She twisted and turned, and her tits jounced and flopped from side to side as she poured out her cuntjuice and that luscious ache in her belly turned to sweet, rapturous release.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her mouth was wide open in one long, drawn-out frenzy of ecstatic sexual envelopment. Her cunt was drenched with her juice, and Spencer fucked like there was no tomorrow.
And then he came, too. He stiffened and let out a scream that would have awakened the dead, had there been any stiffs in the room other than the one between his legs.
His cum shot into her as if it were shot from a high-pressure fire hose. It sprayed the interior walls of her cunt with hot, thick, dripping cream that Eve felt almost before it hit. She anticipated its wondrous velvety goodness and it made her glad she was a woman. No man could ever know the supreme pleasure of being filled with such bliss, she thought.
Spencer was going crazy. His cock sped in and out of her in long jerking movements and the jism kept spurting out in spasms of delightful, mind-shattering gobs.
He was whining and moaning and rocking his ass and running his hands all over Eve's thighs and legs and slapping his balls up against those twin cheeks of her ass.
"Oh, Christ, baby, you are beautiful," he kept saying, rocking and fucking and moaning softly, over and over. "That was the biggest load I ever shot in my life."
Eve was still alive with sexual excitement, her cunt quivering with every thrust of Spencer's long hard cock. She felt warm all over, and her cunt was satisfied, and all the damage done by Ridgeway seemed healed by the warm jism Spencer had shot into her. It was like a magic elixir-that hot cream from his big, young, energetic cock.
They had both been so caught up in their fucking and had gotten so horny and overheated, Eve had paid no attention to Ridgeway or where he was or what he was doing. As she began to come down from the heights to which Spencer had taken her, she looked over to where both men had dropped their uniforms.
Ridgeway was sitting in a chair, his cock in his hand. He had just finished whacking off his pecker, and the sticky rivers of cum were drooling down from its head, over his fingers, his leg.
What a poor slob, she thought. That's the way he gets his kicks. He has to tear my dry cunt apart with a dildo, then get his rocks off by beating his meat while Spencer has all the fun.
Correct that, she thought to herself, while Spencer and I have all the fun.
As the young patrolman slid out of her cunt and lay back to rest, she watched his big dick make its exit-inch by inch-and had to smile to herself.
It wasn't such a bad night, after all. Maybe policemen are our friends. At least one of them is-and a damned good fuck, too.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Despite the hard fucking and the sadistic dildo-ramming by Spencer and Ridgeway the night before, Eve was right back on the phone the next night. She was insatiable, now that she had tasted a whole new sex-life.
She'd picked up a city directory and used that instead of the phone book, because it gave a lot more information about the person she was calling. For instance, she found Harry Mcintosh-principal, Sunshine Elementary School. Sounded like he might be fun. If only for kicks, she'd call him. Some of her best calls were those she never got in bed with. Eve liked to bug some guys who were uptight about sex-scare the shit out of them with dirty talk.
"Hello," said the thin, reedy male voice.
"Hi, Harry, wanna fuck?" Eve put on her sexiest, kittenish voice for him.
"Oh, my, are you sure you have the right party?" he asked nervously.
"You have a party going on? I'll be right over to fuck all of you."
"No, no ... I mean ... oh, goodness! No, I don't have a party. I mean ... are you sure you have the right person? This is Harry Mcintosh."
"I know it is, Harry. You're the principal at Sunshine Elementary School. I'm one of your former pupils, and now I'm a big girl and I want to suck your cock until it bursts."
"Oh, this is too much. I . . . oh, my . . . who is this?"
"This is Denise . . . you must remember me. I used to come into your office and pull my dress up in sixth grade, hoping you'd play with my cunt. But you never did. Now I'm old enough to tell you what I want, and I want your big hard pecker-right in my mouth."
Eve, of course, had never gone to Harry's school, didn't even know where it was, but she loved getting him aroused. She was doing a good job of it, too.
"I don't know any Denise ... at least, I don't think I do. Oh, does your mother know you're making this call? What would she think of such terrible language? You should be ashamed of yourself." Harry was panting into the phone, and Eve knew he was excited.
"My mother? Goodness, no. My mother's probably getting some good fucking, herself, tonight. And she'd probably think I was wasting too much time with you, Harry. Want to fuck or not? Put up or shut up. I can't diddle with you any longer."
"I should say not! I'm happily marri ... I mean, I'm very satisfied."
"Yeah, I noticed in the city directory that you live with John Leonard, interior decorator. So I guess you are married. Bye, Harry. Sorry to have bothered you."
Eve was laughing her head off as she hung up the phone. She would have given her right arm to know what Harry was saying to his lover right now. Calls like that almost made her piss her pants.
But now it was time to get serious again, time to go for a call that would-hopefully-produce some ass for herself. She was horny again and wanted to find a nice young stud whose cock was prime for a hot pussy-or tongue.
She dialed Hank's All-Night Service Station, on a hunch that there might be a college kid or some other young guy on the late shift. It was after midnight, and no older guys would want that shift.
"Hello . . . Hank's," came the voice.
"Hi, big boy, how'd you like to get your rocks off tonight with a nice big-titted redhead? Like to have your balls licked? Your cock sucked? Want to fuck me in the back room?"
"You on the level?"
"Of course, lover. What's your name?"
"I'm Alan Hopkins. But I have to warn you-most girls can't make it with me. I'm too big. Just wanted to let you know before you come way over here."
Eve was eager-immediately. He'd said the magic words. As soon as she heard that, she wanted this kid.
"How big are you, Alan?"
"Fourteen inches. And pretty big around, too. I can't fit into a lot of girls. They get scared. But I'm very careful. If you'd like to try it, come on over. It's quiet tonight and I'm hotter than hell."
"I'll be there in twenty minutes," Eve said.
She never got ready for anything so fast in her life. She slammed down the receiver and flew around the apartment, combing her hair, washing her cunt, fixing her makeup. She pulled on a skimpy strapless cotton dress that zipped down the front, just a pair of little bikinis underneath.
Before she left, she took a last look in the mirror. Perfect, she thought. Her hair was pulled up on top, giving her regal neck and shoulders that long, graceful, sweeping look. The dress was tight and cut low, and her big tits stuck out like melons ready for picking. Her ass curved out seductively, and her legs were bare above the knee. It should be enough to turn Alan on with one quick look. She just hoped he wasn't too sweaty and greasy from work.
She needn't have worried. When she pulled into the station twenty minutes later, Alan was out front pumping gas into a van for some long-haired kids.
Eve felt a flash of excitement take over her whole body as she looked at him. She parked the car and couldn't take her eyes off this gorgeous hunk of young American manhood. He was built like a young Adonis! He wore a black T-shirt, and his arms looked like railroad ties coming out of the sleeves. His hair was brown and hung almost to his shoulders, and he had dark deep-set eyes.
His face was long, sort of angular, and clean-shaven. He had a wide mouth and a chin that jutted out like a drill sergeant. But his smile was what captivated her most. He was talking with the hippies in the van and he smiled easily, his whole face lighting up and his eyes twinkling with genuine merriment as he spoke.
She felt her body heat growing as she sat there in her car, waiting for him to finish gassing the van. There was no doubt in her mind about this one-she was going to work him over all night, maybe even come back for an encore.
She looked over the tight stretched T-shirt and could almost see the rippling muscles of his broad tapering chest. Her eyes fell slowly down over his body to those low-cut, skin-tight Levi's. The bulge in his crotch was so big and so pronounced, she was surprised it wasn't against the law. It should be labeled 'obscene', she thought.
When the couple in the van paid Alan and pulled away, he walked straight over to Eve's car, parked by the side of the station. He was smiling broadly.
"Hi . . . I'm Alan. I don't think I know you're name, but I can guess that you're the one who called me a few minutes ago."
"That's right, Alan. I'm Denise. And I meant every word I said on the phone."
"So did I, Denise. Why don't you come on in the station. I'm alone . . . except for Buster, the watchdog."
She followed him in and went right to the back room, where there was a neatly made single bed and a couple of chairs in a clean little set-up. Eve was delighted.
"How are we going to get it on when you have to keep going out to pump gas instead of pumping me?"
"Don't worry . . . there isn't much business tonight, and a loud bell rings every time a car pulls in," he said. "Besides, I locked the front door so nobody's going to walk in on us, anyway."
"That sounds good," she said. Eve was excited. It looked another hot night. "Now, how about showing me that big meat hook you told me about on the phone. Do you really have a fourteen-inch cock, or were you just baiting me?" Her heart was pounding as she waited to see him open his fly.
"I'll let you be the judge of that," he replied, slowly unzipping his pants.
He reached inside, and, with some difficulty, hauled out the most incredible pecker Eve had ever laid eyes on. He wasn't joking-it was everything he had described and more! His cock would give John Holmes a healthy run for the money.
"Oh, my God!" she cried delightedly.
Her eyes bugged and she trembled with anticipation as she eyed the mammoth prick. It was beginning to get hard, and it already was huge. She watched it slowly rise to a ninety-degree angle from his firm athletic body, and she just could not believe her eyes.
It was thick and hard and so damn long she didn't see how it could be real. But it was, all right, and she intended to take every inch of it right up her hot anxious pussy.
"I don't believe it, and I'm seeing it with my own eyes!" she exclaimed. "It's incredible! Just marvelous!"
She went to it, kneeling on the floor before him, and rolled it between her two outstretched flattened palms. She touched it with her tongue and flicked along the sides of its veiny shaft and kissed it and hugged it to her face.
"Ohhh, Alan! I'm going to suck you dry tonight! I'm going to give you everything you've ever wanted before you finish work! I can't thank you enough for answering the phone tonight."
She jumped to her feet and threw her arms around him and gave him a long, full kiss, shoving her tongue into his mouth and running her fingers up and down his neck and through his hair.
"Thanks, but you're a pretty nice little hunk of woman, too," he said, smiling. "Why else do you think this thing came up so fast? Aren't you afraid of it? Think you can take it all?"
"It won't be easy, that's for sure, but I'm sure as hell gonna try it. I want that whole hard hunk of meat traveling into me until you can't shove another inch in! Just get me good and wet first, and I'll show you what fucking really is!"
She began to peel off her clothes, and Alan slipped off his Levi's. He couldn't get undressed all the way, just in case a car came in.
"Lie down, baby. I want to give you a good tongue-bath first," she said. "I never saw so much cock in my life!"
She was grinning from ear to ear, and her heart was pounding furiously. She had all her clothes off now, and her tits-big and full and round-heaved up and down with her heavy excited breathing. Her pussy was all soft and fluffed-up from the washing she'd given it just before she left home.
Alan looked her over approvingly and said he'd like to swallow her tits.
"You'll get your chance, sweetheart," she said. "You'll get your chance."
He lay down on the bed, and Eve was on him instantly. She stretched out between his legs and excitedly began licking his balls, wetting them down thoroughly. She loved the soft wrinkly texture of them, all puckered but loose and hanging over the crack of his ass, with little wisps of hair sticking out. She picked them up with one hand, hefting them gently, and ran her tongue all over them. His sac felt spongy and smooth, and about the shape of twin lima beans-only in Alan's case, much bigger.
Eve loved to suck balls, especially big ones, and Alan's were bigger than anything she'd ever seen or probably ever would see. She was under a huge cock which loomed over her mouth and literally cast a shadow over her vibrant tongue.
She couldn't resist it forever, but she wasn't anywhere near ready to let his balls go yet. Reaching up with one hand, she clasped his mammoth cock with one hand, twining her fingers as far around it as possible, and kept on sucking and licking those beautiful big brown balls.
Alan shifted his ass a little, giving her the first indication that her tongue was getting to him. His head was turned to one side, his eyes closed, and he was breathing shallowly through his mouth. His cock was throbbing quietly, its shaft a light pink, and it was very warm to the touch. She gave it a loving squeeze and kept her fingers wrapped tightly around it.
Her fast-moving tongue roamed over to his thigh and began wetting down that soft flesh right next to his balls in little wet circles, and then up and over his hair and all around the sensitive areas of his crotch.
Eve was doing what she did best-or at least one of the many things she did very well-and she was doing it with all the eagerness and love and enthusiasm any guy could ever hope for. That's because she loved what she was doing. It wasn't for money or favors or anything, but the sheer love of sex-pure, unadulterated fucking and sucking. She couldn't get enough of it now that she'd found it.
And Alan Hopkins was the greatest stud, the biggest cock, the grooviest hunk of meat she'd come across. She was going to work him and his big pecker until she just couldn't get any more. That would mean time was running out and she'd have to get home before Kenny came in from the night shift, or else she or Alan would give out from exhaustion.
Alan was moaning softly now as she went on licking him and sucking his balls and lathering down his whole crotch with warm, loving laps of her flat tongue. She let plenty of saliva drip from her tongue as she worked. It heightened the sensuality of the whole scene. With his flesh lightly covered with a film of wetness, she let her fingers play and dance lightly over it, and he could feel his legs, his balls, his loins shiver with excitement and anticipation.
She raised goose pimples all up and down his legs, his sides and his arms. She smiled as she saw them come and go, because it meant he was reacting to the magic of her hot tongue.
Eve began very slowly at first, sliding her fist up and down his cock as she continued to lick and suck his balls. Her hand held that big prick firmly, and she skinned it back and forth in a slow-motion masturbation, bringing him up higher and higher toward the moment when she would start giving him a new kind of thrill.
Faster and faster she moved her tongue over his balls. She picked up the loose skin with her thumb and index finger, stretched it out smoothly by pressing the sac up against his body, then ran her tongue all over that smooth surface.
"Yeah, you're doin' great, baby," Alan moaned. "You got a tongue just made for this."
She felt a twinge of warm loving desire sweep through her as she heard Alan's words. There was nobody she wanted to turn on more than this handsome young stud. She could already imagine what it was going to feel like taking that mammoth dick into her cunt, but she exhibited amazing self-control. She intended to do it right and get him up there little by little, loving him with her tongue all the way.
She felt his cock stiffening more and more as she worked him over. It stuck up so high in the air, its end was over the top of her forehead.
Suddenly, she lifted her head way up and slipped her warm wet lips fully over the immense tip of his pounding prick. It was all purplish and hot and larger than a ripe plum. She enclosed those glistening lips completely over his gorgeous cockhead and started that slow ride down his overheated shaft.
It felt like she was in heaven, feeling that huge virile cock being swallowed by her mouth.
Down and down she went, taking all that she could possibly take of his long meaty prick right into her warm mouth and down her throat.
She wet him as she went, letting her saliva drip down his shaft, and she licked the underside of it, savoring the touch of his bulging veins and that sweet, sensuous seam that ran the length of his cock.
Then she squeezed her throat muscles a few times and, at the same time, slid her hand up and down on the remaining five or six inches of cock that still was outside her lips.
With her other hand, she played softly with his balls, fingering them like the rare gems they were.
"Ohhhhh," Alan moaned. He lifted his ass to shove his cock into her mouth even further.
Yeah, Eve said to him silently, I know what you mean. She couldn't actually tell him what she was thinking.
You don't say much at all when your mouth is that full of cock.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Eve pulled back on Alan's big cock, taking a long smooth grip on it with her lips and dragging them straight up the lengthy shaft. She pursed her lips and gave him all the suction she could give him.
She continued to hold on to the base of his cock while she began to slide up and down on that gorgeous slab of meat.
Her tongue moved in rhythmic gliding strokes, all the way down as far as she could go, then right back up to the big thick shiny head. She ran her tongue all around the surface of that beautiful cockhead, sending shivers of ecstasy all through Alan's loins as she sucked.
And it was doing wonders for Eve's cunt, too. Little trembling waves of aching desire rippled all through her crotch, and she began to feel a lot of wet sticky cuntjuice sliding out of her as she worked him over. It wasn't easy keeping your cool when you had that much cock in your hands and your mouth and your throat. She sucked him with faster strokes and let her tongue flick back and forth across his cock as her head went up and down.
Eve was leaning over Alan on all fours now, and her luscious full tits hung down like soft meaty gifts from heaven, swaying lazily against Alan's legs. He felt them bob and nudge against him and he reached down and fondled one as she sucked him.
It was smooth and creamy-white, and the large pink areola was dotted with goose bumps as his fingers encircled it. Her nipple came up erect and hard and Alan played with it for a moment, then dropped it suddenly as Eve began to twist and turn her head and suck on him with harder and harder urgency.
She gripped his balls and felt his muscles tighten there as he began to moan and whine with impending rapture. His body was stiffening and he shoved his legs out straight as he strained and stretched to savor the excruciating delight of her torturous sucking and urging.
"Oh, Denise, baby!" he groaned. "Suck me, baby, suck me. I'm almost ready ..."
She went into a frenzied, almost furious state of excitement, gulping his prick in swift, firm, wet strokes and running her tongue flat and warm up and down his throbbing shaft, slithering over the bulging veins and the stone-hard ridges all along its entire length.
Her body was a flurry of motion. Her hair flew and her tits slapped back and forth, banging against each other with soft but urgent smacks.
She sucked him hard, and the flesh of her cheeks sunk in so far as she drew up on his cock that the flesh actually touched her teeth.
Alan was swimming in her saliva now. She was letting it run from her in great streaming gobs, and it slid down his prick and into his hair and down over his balls.
He squirmed and twisted under her tormenting tongue and hot suction-filled lips, flying up and down his hot straining prick. He was moaning steadily now, and she sensed that the time was near when he would be ready for that sweet blissful eruption of his cum-filled balls.
She was right. Just as the thought was crossing her mind, he started shaking in the ass, then the knees, then all his legs and his belly, and then he heaved his ass up in the air, shoving his cock far into her throat and letting fly a hot and enormous shot of jism. It was thick and creamy, and Eve gobbled like a hungry child.
It came rolling out in load after load from that tremendous prick of his, spewing forth in gobs of oozing whiteness as his muscles contracted and released over and over in one of the most incredible orgasms Eve had ever witnessed in her life.
He came just like he was built-big and heavy. Alan was one of a kind, she realized. His tool was a monster, and his cum was like pie-filling. And there was nearly enough to make a pie.
The thought made her smile, even as she was sucking up his jizz and he continued to twist and moan. Wouldn't that be fun to make, she thought. A cum pie! I'll have to remember that.
"Ohh, Christ, Denise! Ohhh, God! That was fantastic!" he moaned. "I felt that way down in my toes! I never came so hard in my life!"
"That's just for starters, baby," she said softly. "I've got lots more in store for you. The evening's young."
Just as they started to relax from her heavy sucking, the bell rang. A customer wanted gas.
"Oh, shit," Alan said, jumping up to don his Levi's. "Just don't go away, sweetheart," he said. "I'll be right back."
"Don't worry, you couldn't get me out of here with dynamite!" She laughed, then lay back on the bed as he rushed outside.
Eve closed her eyes and stretched out, yawning and feeling better than she had felt in months. She'd had a lot of good fucking and lot of good sucking, but nothing could compare with this one. Alan was like a sexual diamond-a Hope Diamond of young studs. How could she have been this lucky, she thought.
Her hands wandered down to her crotch and she felt the thick gooey dampness in the soft hair of her pussy. Cuntlips wet with juice, warm to the touch, and a cunthole that was just waiting and ready for that big pounding prick of Alan's.
When he came back, she decided, it would be time to show him that she wasn't like a lot of girls he knew. She'd take that cock of his and he could ram every damned bit of it up into her. She wanted it all-not one tiny fraction of an inch less would do.
And she'd fuck him hard and she'd give him all the tricks she could think of to make him feel good! It was the least she could do, she thought. Even if it hurt, she'd make this a night Alan Hopkins would never forget.
"Sorry about the interruption, baby," he said, unzipping his pants as he came back into the room, "but business is business." He dropped his Levi's on the floor and his cock was as hard as ever, ready for more.
"Yeah, I know," she said, smiling. "And now I'm going to get some of your business, I hope. I want to feel how you feel-your beautiful, big cock, that is."
She spread her legs wide, opening up that downy reddish-orange pussy and those luscious creamy thighs for him.
Alan stood over her, letting his eyes drink in that magnificent body for a moment-the full, soft, round tits with their tantalizing nipples and big pink areolas, the shimmering red hair, the green eyes that made his heart melt and his cock stiffen.
He brushed his hand along her flat smooth belly and into her sweet bushy cunt.
"Jesus, you are one hot fucking body!" he moaned. "I never saw anybody with a more perfect set of knockers and better shape than you've got. I hope you're ready for this, because I can't hold it back any longer, sweet baby."
"That's what I want, Alan," she whispered, her eyes half-closed. "Give it to me good."
He crawled onto the bed between her legs and poised himself over her on his knees. His cock was so unbelievably long, he had to fuck her at an angle that gave him the most penetration in order to avoid killing her with his mighty meat-stick.
Alan spit in his hand and smeared the glop over the end of his prick, lathering it up for the entry. His other hand went to her cunt to see how wet it was.
"Don't worry ... I'm wetter than hell," she said. "Don't worry about me, just fuck me, baby! Fuck me just the way you want to."
Alan was so hot he couldn't even think. His elephant trunk of a cock stood out hard and pounding, and he was breathing heavily. He stared down at her sweet inviting pussy with lust-filled eyes, sort of glazed and unseeing, and he moved in for the moment Eve had been waiting for.
His cock touched those moist pink pussylips, parted with its wide shiny head and gently eased inside. Eve felt like a grease-covered baseball bat was beginning its ride into the far reaches of her hot cunt.
Alan realized the enormity of his own prick and moved ahead cautiously, shoving it into her inch by inch, letting her cunt-walls adapt to its enormous girth and spread out as her muscles relaxed.
She felt him sliding into her, pressing her open firmly, the heat of his cock spreading through her like it had just come out of an oven. She felt the hard throbbing meat push against the sides of her cunt, pressing the walls out.
It slid into her smoothly, but slowly, lubricated by an abundance of cuntjuice. She'd been leaking ever since she started working on his monstrous prick, and now she was so wet she felt like Alan was riding into a tunnel of melted butter as he eased his prick up farther and farther inside her trembling, anxious young body.
"My God, Alan, you're jamming me right full of cock! I've never felt so crammed full before in my life! Ohhh . . . uugghh ... I love it! Just give in to me . . . give it all to me!"
"Okay, baby, but just let me know if I'm hurting you," he said.
That's what she liked so much about Alan. He was so big and strong and hung so heavy, yet he was gentle and considerate-not like Sgt. Ridgeway had been. What a fantastic joy to fuck a guy like Alan! This sure was her lucky night!
Alan kept easing it in, slowly but surely, pressing his hips forward and watching his wide bulging prick slide into her stretched but supple pussy. Only about six more inches to go, and he'd have it all the way in. He'd never gotten it all into any woman before, and he didn't think there was a chance that Eve could take it, either.
But he didn't know her determination. She knew that a cunt can stretch a mile and, if properly handled, a woman can take on a prick of almost any size. The trick is in relaxing completely and taking it slowly until the cunt adapts. When you tense up, afraid of being hurt, she knew, that's when you block the way and make it impossible to take a lot of cock.
"Almost there, baby . . . just a little more ..." he grunted, shoving the last of his outlandish prick into her.
"I'm okay," she said. "Lots more room. Let me have the rest."
Alan gave one final gentle shove with his hips and couldn't believe what he saw when he looked down between his legs.
His hairy balls and big clump of dark pubic hair were flush against Eve's beautiful quivering pussy.
He was all the way inside her! All fourteen inches of hard cock was lodged inside her warm wonderful body! He'd never known such a moment, and he couldn't help shivering all over at the delicious feeling she gave him.
Her body was shaking now, sending messages of lustful desire through his pounding prick, making him wish he could leave his huge pecker imbedded right where it was until he died.
His prick was too big to get his fingers completely around, and her cuntlips were pushed out to the sides like the cheeks of a young boy with a mouthful of popcorn.
Alan began carefully to pull his cock back now, in the start of a pumping motion he hoped she could take. He drew his big prick back out-only seven or eight inches-and let it go in again, then out and in and out and in-a little faster each time.
Eve closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around his neck. He grasped her under the ass and began to slide his cock in a smooth, steady rhythm that she felt all through her body.
Her cunt was aching with need and crying for the fucking of her life-and she knew she was going to get it. She was absolutely packed tight with prick. It swelled inside her and rubbed hard against her pussy-walls. But it moved smoothly, without friction, and the pressure it created inside her was a churning, gut-fucking pressure that turned her in-. sides into a mass of trembling, shaking flesh.
Almost at once, she felt her passion mount to a fever pitch. She'd never been fucked like this before. She'd never felt anything so agonizingly erotic, so cunt-wrenching.
She began to heave her ass and slam against him, drawing that hard cock way up into her belly, fucking him as he fucked her.
Her whole body turned into a frenzy. She clung to his shoulders, and her face was a picture of lustful wanton pleasure. Her tits bobbed and flopped, and her eyes were squeezed tightly, her teeth clenched.
"Hhhuuhh . . . " she whimpered over and over, whining and crying and tearing at his back as he fucked her faster and faster.
Alan realized she could take it, and he began to fuck her like he had always wanted to but never dared before. He plunged his long red prick so far into her body, he felt like he was hitting her ass. It disappeared in her only to come sliding out-way out-and back in again. His strokes were nearly as long as most guys' cocks, and he still had seven or eight inches left inside her at the height of his backstroke.
Her cuntjuice was flying all around the base of his cock, spurting out and against him as he fucked her. Her luscious smooth thighs brushed against his chest as he rammed the cock to her.
His incredible fucking and the emotional state into which she had worked herself ever since she first saw his mammoth cock, got to Eve quickly.
"AAAIIIEEE ..." she screamed, raising her back up off the bed and lunging at him full force. She threw her head back, and the only part of her touching the bed was the hair on top of her head.
She had all of his cock stuck in her to the hilt. It crammed every little nook of her cunt-canal, and she showered it with juice as she exploded in a furious outpouring of her passion.
"Ohhh . . . God, Alan! My God! My God!" she screamed as she came back down, her body writhing and bucking and fucking him furiously and savagely.
He didn't slacken his pace even a bit. In fact, he began pumping her with even, long, more strenuous thrusts. Her tremendous come had turned him on so hard that he lost his head and shoved his prick into her in massive thundering doses of sexual abandon that might have ruined some girls forever.
But not Eve. She took every one of his long pounding strokes and flexed her cunt-muscles as she jerked and twisted and coaxed him to let her have his ball-emptying explosion.
They were fucking so hard, it wouldn't be long. It couldn't be-and then he reached that peak of erotic insanity, where he lost all sense of hearing and sight and smell.
And just as Alan fired off a salvo of hot cum, Eve poured out her second explosion at the same time.
Their bodies were pressed together like they were glued as he hunkered that big cock of his up and up and up into her hungry cunt, and she screamed and whined and cried and wrapped her legs around him.
He was shooting his load, with more and more gobs following right on its heels as she unleashed a cascading river of juice.
Alan wrapped one arm around her back and another under her ass as he was still spurting his cream into her, and he picked her right off the bed.
Her arms were wound tightly around his neck, and she slid her legs around his hips and locked her heels.
His cock was so far up in her, she felt like she was impaled on a giant-sized spear of hard flesh, and he stood on the floor and fucked her and fucked her and fucked her . . . Right there in the middle of the floor, he held her and fucked her and she didn't worry for a second that he would drop her. He had the strength of a bull, and she didn't even think about that.
All she wanted to do was ride his cock, and she did for the rest of the night. He fucked her again standing up, with her half-sitting on his cock. It angled into her in a delicious way, and she felt it hitting every possible sensuous part of her cunt.
She was delirious with excitement and fulfillment, and before the night was over she had come fourteen times-one for each inch of this sexual superman's prize prick!
In the weeks that followed, Eve went back many times to see Alan and help him pump gas through the night. Of course, he pumped more cock than gas-but that's the name of Eve's game, after all.
But despite her love for Alan's cock and the way her pussy responded to his fucking, she couldn't see him every night-too much of a good thing and it loses its flavor. She wanted to keep him interested as long as possible.
So she had lots of other calls to make, lots of other cocks to suck, lots of other pricks to fuck.
And that's how she came to meet Leslie Barker.
Strange fucking case, that Leslie Barker, as Eve found out not long after that first encounter with Alan.
CHAPTER NINE
"Hello, Leslie, this is Denise," Eve said, disguising her true identity as usual. "How would you like a nice hot fucking tonight? And maybe a good, thorough tongue-job to go with it?"
Eve was making another obscene call. This was to Leslie Barker, who was listed in the city directory as an insurance adjuster.
"Are you really serious?" came the reply. The voice was hard to identify. It was a little on the deep side, yet had a feminine ring to it.
Eve thought maybe Leslie was a fag, or might have lost his balls in the war or something. It wasn't a high-pitched voice, but it wasn't a baritone, either-not by any means. But she decided to go on, since Leslie seemed interested.
"Sure, I'm serious, Leslie. I'll come over to your place and we can be getting it on in fifteen minutes, if you like. What do you say? I'm really hot tonight. I need it bad."
"Sounds good to me. What do you look like, Denise?"
"I'm five-three, weigh one-fourteen, have long red hair, and my pussy is a big soft bush just waiting for you, Leslie."
"You certainly sound like my kind of woman. Come on over. And don't bother bringing any equipment. I have everything we'll need."
"OK. I'm only a few blocks away. Be there right away."
Eve hung up and sat there for a moment with her hand on the phone. She was a little puzzled by Leslie's last statement: "Don't bring any equipment." She didn't quite know what he meant by that, but she figured to hell with it. She combed her hair, checked her makeup and left for another fucking.
Leslie lived in an apartment house, and Eve parked around in back. In the lobby, she found Leslie's name on the board and rang.
A voice came through the intercom: "Denise?"
"Yes, it's me," Eve replied.
A buzzer rang, and Eve walked in and went to the elevator. Leslie was on the top floor-the eighth. It was an elegant building with palms and marble floors and mirrors around the lobby. She guessed that Leslie must have money-or that there was more in insurance adjusting than she'd thought . . .
As she stepped off the elevator, she noticed a door open down the hall and assumed it must be his apartment. She heard soft music coming from it as she approached, and noticed that the lights were turned down low.
She knocked softly on the door and pushed it open gently.
"Leslie?" she said quietly.
There was no one in the room. Eve stepped in a couple of steps and called again. Across the room, she saw some movement in the shadows and a figure sitting on the long low sofa, his back to the door.
"Come in, Denise, and close the door, please."
Eve closed the door, feeling better knowing that she was in the right apartment, and walked slowly toward Leslie. As she neared the sofa, the figure stood up and Eve saw that Leslie was nude. He turned around and stepped into the light.
Eve stepped back, shocked and surprised.
Before her stood the most breathtakingly beautiful woman Eve had ever seen! Her body was perfectly shaped and she had long lustrous blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Her face could have adorned the cover of any glamour magazine in the country.
"Surprised?" she said. "A lot of people are, although I must admit I don't get that many calls from women who want to go to bed . . . not complete strangers, at any rate." Leslie's voice was deep for a woman-but really sexy, now that Eve saw what went with it.
"You didn't think about the fact that Leslie is a name for both men and women, did you? I hope you aren't disappointed. I can make you very satisfied-probably more than any man. Have you ever made love to a woman before?"
"No, I haven't," Eve replied, her eyes glued to Leslie's magnificent body.
Even though she had never gone to bed with a woman, Eve had thought of it a few times and wondered what it would be like. She couldn't help thinking that if she was ever going to try it, there would never be anyone more qualified than Leslie. She was absolutely gorgeous!
"But sometimes the idea has run through my head," she added. "You know, you are a very beautiful woman . . . " It was an afterthought and Eve almost bit her tongue as she said it, but it came out almost automatically.
"I've been told that," Leslie said, advancing toward Eve.
Her perfect tits jiggled lightly as she walked, and a little smile played around the corners of her full soft lips. All she wore was a coat of bright red lipstick.
She came right up to Eve, standing almost close enough for her erect nipples to touch Eve's blouse.
Eve drank in the heady aroma of Leslie's perfume, and it made her dizzy with excitement. She felt the pulse pounding in her temples and her breath coming in short gasps. Leslie gazed into Eve's eyes, and Eve felt as though her knees might buckle at any moment. She'd never felt this way about a woman before, but Leslie was something special-very special, indeed.
"Don't be afraid, Denise," Leslie said, twining her arms around Eve's neck, and leaving them there. "I won't hurt you. And you might just find that this is what you've really wanted all along."
She pressed her soft warm body close to Eve and brought her lips to Eve's cheek. She kissed her softly and brushed her sensuous mouth up across Eve's ear, blowing her warm breath softly into it.
Then she came back to face Eve directly, her eyes heavy-lidded and sensuous, and touched her lips. At first it was a soft brushing sort of kiss, then she let her lips linger and pressed them a bit harder and worked them around. She turned her head slowly and opened her mouth, letting her tongue run along Eve's mouth.
Eve was confused and excited and hotter than hell! She felt a twinge of passionate desire flutter between her legs, and her heart began pounding a mile a minute. Instinctively, her arms went around Leslie and she responded to the kiss. She opened her own mouth and met Leslie's tongue. They stood locked in a full lingering embrace, a soul-stirring kiss, and fondled each other for nearly ten minutes.
By the time they broke free, Leslie had undone Eve's blouse, undone her bra and was playing softly with her luscious full tits.
Eve had cupped Leslie tits in her hands as they stood there, and found her hands running down her shapely body to her soft, expansive pussy. She'd let her fingers run through the woman's cunthair and even slipped her finger along those luscious moist pussylips.
Leslie had moaned softly and let Eve know that she was doing just what Leslie wanted. It seemed so natural, Eve thought. I know what turns me on, so I guess the same thing would make Leslie turn on, too.
It was Leslie who finally broke the spell: "Why don't we go into the bedroom and get you undressed, darling," she said. "We have a lot of things to do tonight, and we can be much more comfortable doing them in there."
Leslie's bedroom was just like her-beautiful, with everything perfectly arranged.
Her bed was a big one with a canopy and drapes that pulled all the way around it-just like in a hospital ward, only these drapes were feminine and frilly. It had a white, frilly bedspread and a light yellow canopy. The rest of the room was all done in white and light yellow. Even the wall-to-wall carpeting was a thick white pile.
Eve felt like she was walking into a sensuous chamber just made for lovemaking. It was hard to think of Leslie as an insurance adjuster, and the more she thought about it, she suspected it was just a cover for something else-or no occupation at all. With a body and a face like this, Leslie should never have to work, she thought.
Once in the room, Leslie began slipping Eve's clothes from her. Since her blouse and bra were already loosened, they came off right away. Then she unzipped Eve's slacks and carefully slid them down, running her palms along Eve's smooth round asscheeks as she pulled them over her thighs.
Eve felt a shiver of excitement run up and down her legs and over her belly as she stepped out of them. She stood there only in her bikinis, and Leslie hooked two fingers in the tops and pulled them over Eve's ass and slowly down over her gently curving legs.
Both women were completely nude now, and Leslie came to her, put her arms around Eve and pressed her body close. Their soft, full tits flattened and rolled against each other, their nipples touching erotically, and Leslie wrapped one long perfect leg around Eve's thigh.
Her arms were around Eve's waist, holding her tight, and her lips met Eve's once again in a soft lingering kiss. Eve put her arms around Leslie's neck and let this gorgeous creature slip a tongue into her mouth.
Eve was being swept away on a sea of passion. She didn't really know what was happening, but she knew she was filled with tension and wonder and desire.
She was ready to taste the forbidden fruit of lesbian love, at least for tonight.
Leslie led her to the bed and folded the covers down carefully. Eve crawled in and lay back, sprawling lazily, drinking in the luxury of the expensive satin sheets, waiting for Leslie to come to her.
The beautiful, horny Leslie started by running her hands lovingly over Eve's flat smooth belly, down over those shapely thighs. Eve closed her eyes and savored the cool, sensuous feel of Leslie's fingers, her palms flat, slowly stroking her and sending waves of tingling erotic chills through her cunt and all over her body.
"You have a lovely body, Denise," Leslie said. "I love to run my hands over your skin. It's so smooth and soft." She leaned over and started planting little, soft kisses all over Eve's belly, then along the plump side of her left tit. Leslie's tongue darted out and began licking and stroking the tit, and went round and around Eve's big pink nipple.
Eve began to feel all quivery and hot, and she squirmed as Leslie worked on her nipple. The nipple got hard and stood up like a little finger of passion, with goose pimples all around it and over both tits. She shivered with desire as this gorgeous woman made love to her. It was a whole new experience, and she realized she loved it.
She felt different than when men fucked her. They were good-lots of them were-but they were rough lots of times and not really as much concerned with how she was enjoying it as how quickly they could get their rocks off.
Leslie was different, Eve thought, because everything she was doing was done in order to arouse Eve. She seemed to want to please her more than to gratify herself. She made Eve feel like a queen, the center of attention, the prize on the pedestal. It was a good feeling, and the way she did it turned Eve on like she'd never been turned on before.
She felt a glow of arousal all over her soft curvy body, and her cunt was already responding with juice that flowed down and dripped from her pussylips like warm honey.
"Mmmmmm . . . oohhh, Leslie, you're beautiful," Eve murmured. "Oh, what is it that you're doing? It feels like I'm hooked up to electricity!"
She felt waves of pulsating delight race through her. She twisted a little and squirmed, and Leslie began sucking softly on her whole nipple. She took it all into her mouth, rolling her tongue around on it and sucking it between her soft lips. Never did she touch Eve's flesh with her teeth. It was all a slow, soft, sensuous sucking and licking-warm and tender and erotic.
She moved over to the other nipple after a few minutes and repeated the whole thing. Her warm lips turned Eve's right tit into a mass of quivering, passionate desire, and Eve felt like she would melt under the tormenting ecstasy of it all.
When she had made Eve's tits as hot as she wanted them, Leslie began slowly licking her way down toward her hairy, flaming-red pussy.
She tongued across Eve's belly, flat and creamy white and dotted with a tiny navel that Leslie stuck her tongue into as though it were a miniature cunt. She licked it and penetrated it as if she were massaging its imaginary clit and sending her tongue deep inside Eve.
The way she did it-slowly and with deliberate sensuality-made Eve feel all trembling and weak and full of passionate need. She could sense the lust building in her loins, and she wanted to feel Leslie's mouth on her hot pussy.
Leslie was not rushing things, though. She'd been making love to women for a long time, but she seldom came across anyone as gorgeous as Eve who had never known a woman's tongue before. She was actually bringing her out, as they say, introducing her to female sex. She wanted to make it the very best performance she could for her virgin pupil.
She licked her way close to Eve's pussy-hair, stopping just short of it, and then across her loins and back up to her belly button again. She went around and around like that, wetting down her whole abdomen and making Eve a shaking, whining, overwrought bundle of raw nerves. Her cunt was aching, and she lurched and twisted and cried for Leslie to take her: "Oh, God, Leslie, I want you! Lick my pussy! Eat me, please! I need to feel you sucking my clit!"
Eve couldn't wait much longer, and she longed to come. She wanted to come for Leslie, to shoot her cream right into her mouth, all over her hot tongue. But Leslie was not ready.
She lapped in faster, broader strokes down Eve's thighs, over the tops of her legs to her knees, both of them, and back up. Then she started tonguing the insides of her thighs.
Her cheek brushed against Eve's bushy cunt, and Eve couldn't take it any more. She was writhing and moaning and she began to cry. She actually sobbed, the tears running down her soft cheeks.
Leslie realized she had gone too far, and she moved quickly to Eve's hot crotch. She parted the soft hair with her tongue and touched the tip of it to Eve's moist glistening clit.
Eve came alive with lust. Her legs spread wide apart and her heels came over Leslie's back, resting on her firmly, and Eve started heaving her ass up and down gently to meet Leslie's flitting tongue.
The splendor of Leslie's marvelous cunt-sucking turned Eve into a churning mass of lustful, wanton recklessness. She grabbed at Leslie's soft curls, and grabbed handfuls of them and pulled the woman harder into her cunt.
Leslie shoved her long playful tongue inside Eve, and all hell broke loose. Eve went into a series of involuntary spasms, and her ass bucked and heaved, and she twisted and turned and strained under the delicious feeling of excitement and rapture that she was receiving.
Then, when Leslie pulled her tongue out again and took Eve's clit into her mouth, sucking on it like a little cock, Eve exploded. Her cunt rocked with the thunder of a thousand rockets.
She unleashed a load of cuntjuice that astonished Leslie. It flooded into her mouth and she had to swallow quickly to keep from choking. It spread over the sheets and ran down Leslie's chin and gave her a shiny white mustache.
Eve felt almost as if she had blacked out for a second when she first came, and she had to gasp for air as her loins erupted.
Great churning waves of rapture enveloped her, and Leslie's tongue-wet and warm and eager-gobbled up all the hot creamy juice she poured out.
The two women were a picture of highly charged emotions, rolling and tossing around the bed, and it was hard to tell who was higher.
Eve had found something new and exciting and fantastically satisfying, and Leslie had found something-well, new and exciting and fantastically satisfying.
They had a hot night ahead of them.
CHAPTER TEN
"Oh, my God, Leslie! My God, that was wonderful! I feel like my pussy shattered into a thousand pieces! Your tongue is like magic!"
"I'm glad you liked it, darling." Leslie sighed, holding Eve in her arms now and rocking her like a baby.
They lay together, cradled in each other's warmth and savoring the joy of love between two females-two wondrously beautiful young women.
Eve lay her head on Leslie's full tits. Her lips brushed against the warm flesh and she kissed it softly. Leslie stroked Eve's hair and slowly rubbed her hand up and down Eve's upper arm and shoulder. Her leg was wound over Eve's, and they cuddled in the pleasant afterglow of Eve's explosive orgasm.
Leslie felt relaxed and soothed at having brought Eve off in such grand style, and Eve's whole body tingled and felt alive.
"Do you think you could ever do the same to me, sweetheart?" Leslie asked.
"Oh, yes, I'd like that," Eve said eagerly, looking into Leslie's sparkling blue eyes. "I want to make you happy, too, Leslie."
Leslie held the back of Eve's neck firmly, and their lips met once more. Eve opened her mouth and slipped her hand around Leslie's shoulder, and they let their tongues twine and caress softly, with the deep soulful togetherness of lovers who want to share each other completely.
They held the kiss a long time, and their hands explored each other's bodies as they embraced. Leslie stroked Eve's bountiful warm tits, and Eve let her hand fall to Leslie's soft curly pussy. She caressed it softly and let her middle finger roam far inside. It was warm and very smooth, and Leslie parted her legs to let her discover all she needed to know about another woman's cunt.
Eve liked what she found between Leslie's legs. It was soft and inviting and familiar to her, because she had often played with her own pussy when there was no man around and when she was excited by someone she had on the phone.
When she touched Leslie's cuntlips and her finger slipped inside so easily and she found it so slippery and smooth, she knew that Leslie was excited, horny for Eve's body, as her warm flowing juices gave away her secret.
On the outside, Leslie was calm and cool, not betraying her emotions, but Eve realized that it was only her years of experience with women that were enabling her to present this image. She really was flipping with desire to get off with Eve. Otherwise, she never would be this wet.
It made Eve feel good that she could do this to a sophisticated, beautiful woman like Leslie. She flushed with rapture and snuggled closer to her new-found love.
They stayed like that for some time, basking in their warmth, and Eve suddenly realized that she must have dozed off with Leslie softly stroking her hair and kissing her forehead.
"I'd like to make love to you now, sweetheart," Eve said, looking up at Leslie. "Would you let me do that for you?"
"You know I would, darling," Leslie said. "There's nothing I want more."
She settled down on her back, her long blonde hair flowing over the pillow, her soft voluptuous body spread out like a picnic lunch on which Eve was invited to feast. Her big round tits slowly rose and fell as her breathing became heavier, and her luscious large areolas were like sweet pink buttons.
Leslie stretched her long shapely legs and spread them apart so Eve could snuggle between them and suck her cunt.
Eve came up to her knees and bent over Leslie, drinking in her beauty, and she felt her heart pounding, her throat tightening, as she ran her fingers over that breathtaking body-the softly curving thighs, the sumptuous tits, the flat fragrant flesh of her belly. It was like a young goddess had been placed before her for the first ritual of cunt-eating, she thought.
She lowered her head to Leslie's tits and put her mouth between them, gumming the pinkish-white yielding flesh. Her lips roamed over to one of the mounds of tit, and she sucked the whole nipple into her eager mouth. It felt so soft, so exciting, Eve thought, so grateful to be taken and loved. She swabbed her warm tongue all around it, sucking it and giving it all her tender attention.
Eve thought she could spend hours just sucking tits, and she would have liked to do it but she knew Leslie was eager to have her do other things. She spent a few minutes sucking and licking each of Leslie's big tits, fondling them at the same time, and then began the slow descent, as she had watched Leslie do to her, to her succulent, irresistible pussy.
Her tongue ran over Leslie's sensitive flesh, down her belly and up and down that tingling area along her ribs, then down to her loins. She stopped occasionally to pull little bits of flesh into her mouth with her lips, sucking it quickly, then darting on to tease and playfully caress Leslie with her newly discovered talent-the ability to give a woman the erotic pleasure she always wanted herself.
Leslie was experiencing one of the best sessions she'd had in bed in months. She had a lot of lesbian lovers, but she'd never found anyone with as much imagination and beauty as Eve.
Perhaps it was the fact that Eve was so new to this kind of love, that she was eager to try all kinds of things. Maybe it was just that Eve was a natural lover, no matter what sex her partner might be. Whatever it was, she was turning Leslie on-and strong.
Leslie was shifting her body as Eve moved downward, nipping at her flesh and licking it and making it feel all feathery and tingly. She felt knots of anxiety in her belly, and her cunt was full of lustful, aching desire.
Eve's hands were everywhere at once as she worked Leslie over with her tongue-up and down her sides, cupping those beautiful round tits and lightly stroking her belly, fondling her thighs in loving soft touches and flicking her tongue into that savory cunt.
"What a beautiful job you're doing, darling," Leslie moaned. "Just keep going, sweetie, just keep going." And she closed her eyes again and slunk down on the bed, pushing her cunt up to meet Eve's ambitious tongue.
Eve's lips were at that lovely blonde bush, grasping little mouthfuls of Leslie's curly hair and tugging at it gently. She'd pull up a bit with her lips, let it go, and go down for more. She fluffed almost the whole pussy up that way, then ran her fingers through it, caressing it and letting her palm rest over those warm eager cuntlips.
Leslie moaned and squirmed and let Eve know that she was too hot to be stroked idly any longer. She wanted some hot action on those cunt lips and her quivering wet clit.
Eve got the message and bent her head close to Leslie's crotch. She peered, close-up, at that trembling, red-hot cunt. And she stuck her hard pointed tongue as far into it as it would go.
Leslie bolted at the touch of Eve's wagging inquisitive tongue. She twitched and cried out and took it all. It felt like heaven, she thought, and she warmed to Eve's eager lapping.
Eve swabbed out that overwrought cunt with broad sweeping swipes of her tongue, flattened and moistened with saliva and cuntjuice. She liked the feel, she liked the taste. It was different that sucking a man, and she liked it just as much-maybe even more, she thought. A woman certainly is more sensitive in her cunt that a man is in his cock, she knew.
Leslie, of course, had highly charged, finely tuned clit nerves. Probably more than a lot of women, because she'd been fucking women all her life and having her clit sucked and all that.
So it was exciting to Eve to run her tongue over that clit in front of her face, flicking the end of it against that hard little nub of flesh and watch Leslie grimace and flinch and cry out with delight.
Her cunt kept getting wetter and wetter, and soon Eve could shove her tongue inside and almost slip back out.
She could also feel the hot walls of Leslie's cunt as all that smooth pink flesh heated up under her incessant urging. Her tongue whipped along those inner walls, then back out, up and over Leslie's clit and out along the rim. Every once in a while she would bring it outside completely and lap up and down her inner thighs, right alongside that lovely blonde pussy-hair, and then go back to Leslie's undulating clit once again.
All this fast, flitting and wet sucking of her pussy and clit was turning Leslie into a very hot and excited young woman. Her ass was almost a blur as she spun and twisted on the bed, trying to escape Eve's hot tongue and trying to keep it inside her at the same time. It was so good, yet so tormenting!
Eve slipped a finger inside Leslie as she wrapped her lips around that clit, and ran it way up inside, twirling it in a circle as she went. It sent Leslie over the top. She could no longer take the exquisite delight of that hot tongue, especially with Eve's finger doing a number on her cunthole at the same time.
She stiffened and her ass came up off the bed, and every muscle in her body was straining as it hit her.
"Aaaaiiieee!" she screamed. "Take me, baby! Lick my clit! Suck it! Eat it! I love you! You're beautiful!"
Eve sucked and licked Leslie furiously as she poured out a gallon, it seemed, of the sweetest, hottest cuntjuice any young beauty ever let go. It streamed into Eve's warm mouth and over her cheeks and flowed down off her chin in big wet drops.
She reached to put her fast-licking tongue far inside Leslie, then drew it back out hard against that throbbing, pulsating clit, then back inside again as fast as she could. She met Leslie's urgent pleadings with strong probing thrusts and firm forceful sucks, and Leslie thought she would go into convulsions from the incredible lustful feeling of being devoured.
Eve was hotter than hell, herself--just from seeing and feeling Leslie get off so hard and knowing that it was her tongue and her finger that were doing it to the other woman. It was a fantastic scene, and Eve felt tremors of hot passion rumble through her cunt as she brought off this gorgeous woman.
Leslie's big soft tits bobbed back and forth as her body jounced around the bed. Her hair was flying and her face wore the expression of complete abandonment as she grasped the bedsheets and fought to control herself. It was an orgasm of gigantic proportions. Even she had never felt anything like it. Her entire body was being transported in a rhapsody of lust through the air as it erupted again and again in a shower of passion.
She squeezed her thighs firmly around Eve's shoulders, hugging her tightly and locking those ankles together behind Eve's head. It gave her more leverage to move her ass, and she did, pushing it hard against Eve's feverish lips.
Her whole cunt was hot against those hot lips, and together they seemed like one massive ball of wet pink ecstasy. They worked together perfectly, giving and taking and grinding like they were made for each other. Leslie's cuntlips pulsed and throbbed and, opening and closing in spasms of rapture, they were almost like Eve's mouth-wet, warm, deep pink flaps of pleasure-giving flesh.
Eve licked and sucked Leslie in frantic emotional bursts, until Leslie began to calm down a little and lay back and relaxed. Her cunt was still aching and full of prickly, tingling, aching need, but when her maddeningly forceful surges of passion had passed, Eve slowly lapped and cleaned her cuntlips and ran her tongue through Leslie's pussy and stroked her thighs lovingly, sensuously.
Leslie lay back with her eyes closed, yearning for more yet drinking in the blissful peaceful feeling of total contentment. Her body was floating, her nerves humming, her mind at rest after the exquisite ordeal of an orgasm that consumed her very soul.
Eve flicked her tongue all the way down Leslie's lovely legs, right to her toes. She took one of her big toes into her mouth and sucked it sweetly, then quickly licked all over her soft, creamy foot and all the way back up her body. She kissed her nipples, then lay down beside Leslie, folding her arms around this magnificent, strikingly beautiful creature, holding her close.
Leslie opened her eyes and smiled. Eve reached over and kissed her and Leslie opened her mouth and suddenly threw her arms around Eve's neck and pulled her tightly to her. She opened her mouth, and so did Eve, and their tongues clung together like two snakes making love in a warm, dark, secluded rendezvous. They stayed that way for several minutes, turning their heads and working their warm soft lips and thrilling to an enchantment they had seldom ever known before-perhaps never had known.
"This is beautiful, Denise ..." Leslie said, and started to go on, but Eve stopped her by putting her finger over Leslie's lips.
"I must confess something," she said. "My name is not Denise. I only use that when I make phone calls in order to disguise my real identity. I think I can trust you. My name is Eve."
"How beautiful! I like that so much more than Denise! It's like you are the first woman. And that's just what you are to me. You're like the first woman I've ever known. That's not exactly true, of course, but you're the first one who ever really made me come like that. You're the first woman who ever really knew how to make love to me and bring out everything I have inside me. Ohhhh, Eve..." and she buried her head in Eve's shoulder and let her hands run lovingly over Eve's large bouncy tits.
They lay together for several minutes, holding each other and resting. It was Leslie who broke the spell: "You know, I still haven't had all of you I'd like," she said. "Remember that I told you not to bring any equipment? I'm not sure whether you knew what I meant, but I've got some I'd like to introduce to you. Would you like to try?"
"With you, I'm willing to try anything, Leslie," Eve said.
Leslie went to her dresser and pulled out the bottom drawer. It was full of all sorts of plastic and rubber devices, and Eve saw several things that looked like imitation cocks. All she could think of was the night Sgt. Ridgeway had jammed that horrible huge dildo into her and ripped her apart when she was dry. She didn't like it then, and she wondered if it would be different with Leslie.
But Leslie pulled out a smaller one-not that small, but not as huge as the sergeant's. It was about nine or ten inches long and had straps on it. She put the straps around herself and wore it like she was a man. But before she came back to bed, she took out another little machine and strapped it on the back of her hand.
It was a massager, much like barbers or massage parlors-legitimate ones-might use to relax a person. She plugged it in and her whole hand vibrated. Leslie sat down on the edge of the bed and began slowly running her vibrating hand up and down Eve's legs. It felt wonderful, she thought, and let her mind drift away as the soothing, relaxing feel began to seep into her very bones.
Leslie went all over her body with it, kneading the flesh, stroking her, and then she had Eve turn over and she did her neck, ran it down her back and all over her thighs and her asscheeks and down her legs, then back up again.
Eve felt like she was floating on a cloud. Her pussy was dripping wet, and she felt like she would have said yes to anybody or anything at that moment. She was in a beautiful euphoric state. She was almost hypnotized by the humming and the soothing of the vibrator and Leslie's hand.
When she had rolled over onto her back again, she opened her eyes slowly and saw Leslie coming to her. She climbed on the bed and crawled between Eve's legs, just like a man, with that nice big hard vibrating dildo sticking out between her legs.
Eve felt a raw stirring between her legs and noticed a lustful, passion-laden expression on Leslie's face. Her eyes gleamed and focused on Eve's bushy red cunt and those marvelous lolling tits. She stroked Eve's thighs, then bent down and rubbed the head of her dildo against those wet glistening cuntlips and back and forth, slowly and softly, against Eve's eager clit.
It sent shivers of excitement racing through Eve's loins and she raised her head and moaned out a cry of need. Leslie didn't hesitate. She knew Eve was ready to be fucked and fucked hard. She had the hot driving urge of a man who hasn't fucked a woman for a month. This was the thing Leslie loved to do-fuck a beautiful young woman just like a man would.
She shoved the dildo into Eve firmly, sliding along those slippery cunt-walls, in to the hilt. That breathtaking first thrust rode into Eve like a hot sword in a barrel of butter.
Leslie's face was strained and excited, her jaw slack, her lovely blue eyes alive and sparkling as she fucked the dildo into her hot young lover. Eve swooned and cried out softly at the fucked-full sensations she was getting from Leslie.
"How do you like it, darling?" Leslie whispered, her voice husky and full of lust.
"Oh, it's delicious, Leslie," Eve murmured. "It's just wonderful. I feel like I'm so full of cock! And the way you fuck is just beautiful! I love it, Leslie. I love it!"
Leslie began feeding her more and more of the hard vibrating cock, sending waves of trembling delight all through Eve's groin, setting up shocks of thrilling ecstasy all through her body.
She fucked into her with long hard strokes, shov ing her cunt right up against Eve's and pushing the cock into her full-length. Both women were responding to the driving rhythmic thrusts with quivering tension. They gritted their teeth and gasped and began glistening with little beads of sweat all over their bodies.
Leslie's hips flew back and forth, bouncing into Eve with firm but careful surges of the prick. She cupped Eve's ass in her hands, and Eve thrust her legs straight up in the air, wide apart, and gave Leslie a wide-open shot at that luscious dripping cunt.
Eve wondered if there was any end to the new things Leslie would show her in the ways of sex. Everything was happening too fast, it seemed. She couldn't keep up with it all.
But she didn't let her mind wander long. She couldn't--the incessant pounding in her pussy wouldn't let her. It grew and grew and grew, and the throbbing ache became unbearable. Her loins were soaked and her body felt like it was being torn apart with desire. Her pussy needed relief.
And finally she came-like a torrent.
Eve's cunt poured itself out as Leslie fucked her over and over and over with that vibrating, pulsating, delicious dildo. She went out of her mind with the rapture of that delicious come. It lifted her right off the bed, and her loins met Leslie's urgent pounding and took that cock right into her belly. Leslie was wild, herself, as they met in a fantastic kaleidoscope of shooting stars and cascading cuntjuice.
"Oohhhhhhh, Leslie! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me till my cunt burns up, darling! I love it! I love it! I love it!"
And Eve wrapped her legs tightly around Leslie's gorgeous flying ass, and they fucked until they both were so exhausted neither could move a muscle. They collapsed in each other's arms, and-with the cock still inside Eve's grateful pussy-they held each other and kissed and fondled until almost dawn.
It had been another extra-special event in Eve's growing repertoire of sexual thrills. And one she would remember well for a long, long time.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Eve was beginning to wonder how she could ever find new excitement now. She'd fucked and sucked in almost every way she could think of with almost every type of partner.
But she did have a new idea finally as she picked up the phone to make her nightly obscene calls a few nights later.
She'd found a number on the book that intrigued her-the local Boys' Club. She got that old familiar twinge in her cunt as she dialed the number.
"Hello . . . Sunnyside Boys Club," came the youthful voice.
"Hi, sonny. How'd you like to put your cock in my mouth and let me make you come?"
"Whaaat? Are you kidding me?"
"I'm very serious. I'll suck you off and you can fuck me and we'll do all kinds of things, if you want to. What's your name?"
"I'm Bob Fitch," he said. "Who is this?"
My name is Denise, and I like younger boys. I'm not kidding, baby, How about it? Wouldn't you like to get sucked off?"
"Sure, but right now we're having a meeting of the senior boys' basketball team, and I can't leave," he said.
"Just tell them all to come along. How many are there?"
"There's nine of us," he said. "Are they all about your age?"
"Yeah, you have to be to be on the team."
"OK. Tell them I'll suck all of you if they're interested."
Eve knew they'd be interested. She was only concerned about whether they'd be scared to try it. She felt the excitement growing in her loins. Her heart was getting that fluttery feeling and her belly had the gnawing, nervous pull she always got when an impending fuck loomed.
Never had she gone to bed with a kid before, and the thought of having almost a dozen of them at one time made her so jumpy she could hardly keep her hands out of her own pants.
"Gee, I'll have to go ask the guys," he said. "Where can I call you back?"
Eve wasn't about to give them her phone number or let them know her real name. "I'll hang on, sweetheart," she said. "Just hurry, or I might change my mind."
"OK. I'll be right back," he said, letting the receiver dangle as he hurried away to tell the guys the good news. He was back in about one minute flat. "The like the idea. Where's your place?"
"Can't meet you here," she said. "My mother's in the next room." She smiled to herself at how good she was getting at lying. Her mind raced as she tried to think of a place to take on the whole Boys' Club senior basketball team.
"You're not far from the Sunnyside Municipal Garage, are you?" she asked.
"No, it's just around the block."
"OK. All of you meet me out back of the garage in about ten minutes," she said. "There's some woods behind it, and I think there's a little road into the woods that's a dead end . . . right?"
"Yeah, that's right."
Eve remembered the place because she got fucked there once. It wasn't a very good fuck, but she hoped the place would be better for her this time.
"OK, see you there. Make sure everybody has a hard-on. I like my guys to have them good and hard." She hung up and imagined this poor young kid, who'd never had his cock out in front of a girl before, sweating and panting and gasping for breath.
She was pretty excited, herself, as she drove the three miles to the sunnyside Municipal Garage. She only hoped there were no young wise-asses who tried to show off in front of their buddies and get rough. But she doubted that very much. If they were all like young Bib Fitch, she'd have her hands-and mouth-full for the next few hours.
There was no one in sight as she pulled into the drive, but as she slowly eased the car around the corner of the building into the parking lot out back, she saw a whole pack of white T-shirts and young slim bodies standing near the woods. She drove carefully toward the spot where she remembered the dirt road wove back into the woods and then went right on into the protection of the trees and shrubs. She knew the boys would follow the car. When she was far enough in to not be seen from the garage or the street, she doused the lights. Instantly the car was surrounded by peering, grinning faces.
She rolled down the window, and a big blond kid with a body that made him look like he was nineteen or twenty was right there.
"Denise?" he said. "I'm Bob Fitch. I'm first."
"Good," Eve said. "You look like you're just my type. Get in the back seat."
He climbed in, and Eve realized that he certainly was her type. He was big and raw-boned, almost like the picture of an Iowa farm boy. He had bright blue eyes and rumpled curly blond hair, rosy cheeks and shining white teeth. There wasn't a bit of fat on him, and he stood almost six feet. She only hoped he was built big between the legs, too.
She got into the back seat and let her hand go to his bulging crotch. He had on Levi's, and there was a mound there big enough to fill her hand. She didn't waste any time. She had a lot of cocks to take care of in a short time, because she knew these kids had to get home. They couldn't stay out all night like most of her fucks did.
Eve unzipped Bob and pulled out his cock. It. was amazing! She never dreamed a kid could have a pecker like this. It was about seven inches long, and it was so hard she thought it might be made of hard rubber instead of flesh!
She squeezed it in her hand and silently thanked him. It was turning him on strongly, she saw right away, because he was already breathing through his mouth and his eyes were at half-mast. His cockhead, so big and purplish and shiny, was stretched tight and out of that little hole was oozing the beginnings of sticky clear cum. Fortunately, he had not shot his load yet, but she was afraid he was going to be a fast pop, so she went right to work.
With his fly all the way open and his pants pulled partway down, Eve bent her head to Bob and took his throbbing hot cock between her warm lips. She sucked him, taking it all the way in on the first slide.
He winced and moaned softly and moved his ass a little. Eve knew it wasn't going to take long-she might even be able to suck all these guys in an hour. She could tell by the heat of his prick and the pulsating throbs and the way he reacted to her first tonguing that he would shoot his load quickly. The others would be the same, she was sure.
It excited her to think of all the cum she was going to swallow tonight. She'd get enough to last for a while-maybe.
She sucked Bob with long hard strokes, not really taking time to make him squirm or to give him all the little extra urgings that she had to give an older, more experienced guy.
But that was the fun of it all. She liked the idea of sucking all the guys who'd never had it before-being the first one to give them the greatest thrill that life has to offer. She was introducing them to a whole new life. And she was going to experience the thrill of feeling their young bodies jerk and respond vigorously and shoot-hopefully-big loads into her mouth.
Bob was groaning now, and his eyes were shut and his head was back on the seat. His cock was pounding hard. It was just as big as a lot of cocks on grown men she'd fucked, and it filled her mouth full. She loved the feel of its youthful vigor surging in and out of her mouth.
Then she felt it begin to tense and his hips came straining forward and up toward her hot sucking lips, and he let go. His jism shot up into her mouth-a gushing torrent of hot, sticky, white cream that penetrated her mouth and her throat and almost sent her reeling from the force of its blast.
"Geeeeee ... yyeooowww!" he yelled. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his strong muscular body was arched. He kept shooting more and more of the luscious cum between her eager lips.
His prick was convulsing in strong rhythmic spasms as all the pent-up sexual anxiety of his young body finally sent out its first load to a waiting female. He'd jerked off many times, of course, but this kid had never had the thrill of a woman's lips on his big cock before, and it was just too much to take.
He was in a state of mindless anxiety and tension as she took all the jism he had to offer her. His loins trembled with excitement as he fucked her face, and it took nearly two full minutes to drain the last of his cream and for him to ease back down on the seat and begin to relax. She never took her lips from his cock, sucking and stroking and licking it with all the care of a mother cat tending a nervous kitten.
When she finally took her lips from him, after licking his cock and his balls completely clean, she looked up to see eight eager young faces pressed against the windows. They'd watched the whole thing, and they obviously liked what they saw.
Eve smiled. She hadn't known she and Bob were putting on an exhibition.
Next came another big kid-George Arnold-who had almost the same build as Bob. He had brown hair and dark eyes, and looked older, too.
If they're all like this, I might just start a Boys Club of my own, she thought.
He moved right in confidently and sat down. He already had his fly open and he had a confident, sort of arrogant, smile on his face.
"Here it is, lady," he said. "Do your stuff." He whipped out the most beautiful cock Eve could imagine.
It was thick arid hard and really long-bigger than Bob's, even. Where in hell are these kids coming from? she thought. They aren't built like kids-they're more like marines!
She went right at it, licking up and down his beautiful strong prick, wetting it all up and then down into his crotch to give his balls a good going-over. She sucked one of his nuts and felt goosepimples come up all up and down his leg, and then she went for his cock.
It was already responding, hard and throbbing, and as soon as she clamped her lips over and started to slide down its lengthy shaft, he shot his load. It was another torrential onslaught, and it filled her mouth and streamed down her throat. She gurgled and moaned and gobbled it all right into her hot mouth.
Her jaws were stretched to the limit, but she jammed his whole cock right into her throat and felt the curly hairs of his crotch tickle her lips as she strained to swallow his meat.
His come came on and on, just like Bob, spewing out in gobs of hot thick jism, and it dribbled from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. But she licked it off and got every bit of the sweet stuff.
As she finished him off and prepared to take on the next one, she had an idea suddenly. If they all went this fast, she might just have time for something more when she'd finished all nine boys.
"Listen, Georgie," she said, "why don't you stick around until later? And tell Bob to hang around, too. When I'm finished with the other boys, I might have something special for you two. You're big boys. You deserve a good fucking. Would you like that?"
"We'll be here, Denise, baby." He smiled. "And we just might have a surprise for you, too."
She went on sucking and licking and squeezing balls, until all nine of the boys had been in the back seat and gotten their rocks off. By the time she got down to the last one, she realized that she was sucking a young boy. They kept getting smaller and smaller.
It was apparent to her that the biggest and strongest boys had their pick of the pecking order. They'd merely pushed the weaker, smaller boys to the back of the line.
The last one was a kid named Willis Thompson, and he was only about ninety pounds, and had a firm but not too big cock. But he was horny, all right, and Eve had no trouble getting him off.
He was shaking like a leaf when he got into the car, and she had tried to calm him down by kissing him and running her hands over his body. But it had only gotten him more nervous. She touched his cock to her lips at last, and he blasted off like a young howitzer. She barely got her mouth open in time to catch his cum. She had smiled but was glad that she had such a powerful effect on the younger generation.
As soon as Willis got out of the car, zipping up his pants and smiling like a young stud, she was ready to take on Bob and George again-in a more serious kind of passion play.
She intended to make men of them tonight-and they intended to show her that they already were.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Bob and George came to the window of the car when Willis Thompson got out, and Eve got back into the front seat. Their cocks were making the fronts of their pants look like they were hiding their basketballs in their pants.
"Climb in, boys." She smiled. "We're going for a little ride." They didn't object. They just went around to the other side and got in.
Eve had decided to take a big chance. She was so hot for these two young studs that she was going to take them back to her apartment and fuck their ears off. If she got caught, she got caught-but that's what she was going to do. The other boys wandered off, going home and to bed and wet dreams, she supposed.
"I hope you boys don't have to be home right away," she said with a smile, catching a glance at their beautiful bulges as she turned to speak.
"My old lady don't give a damn when I get home," George said. "And the old man's dead."
"It's Friday night, so I can stay out till midnight," Bob said. His shoulder rested against Eve's and his thigh rubbed hers as the three of them sat tightly together in the front seat. She drove away from the woods and the garage and headed for her place.
She rubbed her leg against Bob's, pretending to shift, and she felt shivers of pleasure pour through her at what she knew was going to be a good but different kind of fucking with these two kids.
At the apartment, she told them the number of her place and she went up first. She wasn't quite ready to be seen walking in with two young kids. That was going too far.
As soon as she got inside her apartment, she began stripping, and quickly threw on a flimsy little robe that barely concealed her luscious body. Her tits were uncovered almost to the nipples, and that deep erotic cleavage was in plain sight for their young eyes. The robe had no buttons and was held only by a little belt of the same net-like material. Every time she took a step, her legs-bare and shapely and ready for fucking-were revealed up above the knees.
In a couple of minutes she heard the bell. She let them in. They were nervous, of course-at least Bob was. They walked slowly into the living room, wary of whether there was anyone else around or that they might be discovered. She could see it in their eyes.
"Don't worry, you guys," she said soothingly. "There's nobody here but us chickens, and there isn't going to be for a long time, so just relax. I want to see what you guys can do with those big beautiful cocks of yours, besides just sit still and get them sucked off."
"And you're gonna find out, baby," George said. "And you're gonna be surprised."
"I hope so," she said, her eyes full of passion and lustful desire. "Shall we go in the bedroom and find out?"
She led the way. What a difference from the last time she'd had a couple of cocks here! she thought. That time it was Ridgeway and Spencer, the two asshole cops. Now I've got a couple of sweet young hard kids who just want to show me how good they can fuck.
She hoped they didn't come quite as fast this time as they had in the car. With one come under their belts already, she felt that they might not be so ready to shoot their load this time.
George was trying his best to act as though he was an old hand at this game, but she could see right through him. He was really just as nervous as Bob, only Bob wasn't trying to cover it up. His hands shook and his knees knocked and his cock was pounding so hard it almost knocked inside his denims.
"Well, are you guys going to take your clothes off or are you waiting for me to do it for you?" she said, smiling at their tense, anxious faces.
"You can undress me, if you like," George said. "It might give you a thrill."
Bob was already peeling off his T-shirt, revealing brawny young arms and a perfectly developed chest. It was without hair but it was strong, and she wanted to cover his bare chest with kisses.
But she went to George and slowly unzipped his fly, letting his pants fall to the floor. Then she stripped down his shorts, and his hard straight cock stood out, pointing at her and almost begging to be sucked. She let him pull his own shirt off. He was built like a young Adonis, she thought. I'd like to eat him alive!
Her cunt ached as she turned to Bob, and he was sliding his shorts down over his ankles. They both stood before her now, bare-assed and beautiful. Their bodies were the picture of perfection-flat smooth bellies, round but tight asses, well-developed thighs and legs.
Their cocks were like twin horses, straining at the bit and ready to plow into her.
She stepped back and let her gown fall to the floor. Her long red hair was freshly combed and brushed, and it fell over her shoulders and around her neck. Her bright red lips were full and soft and glistening.
Her plump round tits rose and fell slowly, and she ran her palm across her flat smooth tummy, patting it a couple of times, and then down into her busy luscious cunt. Those long tapered legs were as seductive to these young kids as to an older, more experienced man.
She put all her weight on one foot, and the other was pulled up just a bit, her knee resting lightly against her other leg.
They were staring at her as if they were in a trance. Their eyes roamed all over her incredible body and drank in its allure. She could see that she was getting to them, They had probably never seen a nude woman before, and she knew she was not just any female-she had a body that could stop traffic!
"Well, boys, how do you like what you see?"
"Fantastic!" Bob blurted. "Incredible!" He shook with excitement.
"A real nice body, Denise," George said coolly. "We'll take good care of you . . . believe me."
"OK, let's get it on," she said, and ran and jumped into the bed. She bounced up and down and spun around and lay on her back. "Who wants to be first? No, I have a better idea-let's all do it at once."
She sat up and told Bob to lie flat on his back. She wanted to fuck him more than George. Bob seemed so innocent, so pure, so nervous. He lay down, and his cock stood straight up in the air.
Eve reached in the nightstand drawer and got out a tube of KY jelly and lubricated her ass. Then she slapped a big gob of it on George's hard prick and greased his whole shaft from head to base.
She climbed on top of Bob and took his hot hard cock in her hand and slowly eased it into her wet eager pussy, letting it glide into her cunt all the way.
He was burning hot, and his prick was thumping, like it would burst at any moment. She could see his heart beating in his chest. It pounded up and down like that of a cardiac patient. She slid up and down on him a few times to get herself accustomed to the sweet feel of his young meaty pecker.
"OK, George," she said, leaning way over Bob and sticking her ass up in the air. "Shove that hard prick of yours up my ass."
"Up your ass?" he cried. "What kind of a way is that to fuck? I want to fuck you the right way."
"Sorry, I'm occupied right now, and I'm not sure we have enough time for both of you to fuck my cunt. Besides, I like it in my ass. It really turns me on."
"OK. That's different," he said, and he pressed his young prick against the rosebud of her asshole and shoved it hard.
He grasped her asscheeks as his cock sped into her greased hot shitter, right to his balls. He felt the tight grasping muscles of her shit-chute close around his veiny prick, and it was like a hard fist grabbing him and giving him a squeeze.
Then Eve began slowing pumping up and down on Bob's erect cock, sliding it far up inside her and thrilling to his feverish passion. It pounded against the walls of her pussy, and she felt it hitting her sensitive inner nerves. It nudged the place that turned her on just like her clit did, and she began to shake and moan.
All three of them were fucking in unison now, Eve sliding up and down on Bob and George fucking in and out to the same beat.
As she slid down, George would pull back, then as she came up, he would go in. It was like clockwork, and she was pleased that he got the rhythm of it so quickly. They're young jocks, she told herself. They've got good coordination.
Bob, lying on his back, shoved his prick up to meet Eve as she was sliding down.
The steady rocking motion was getting to Eve, and she began to think she might come before these kids did. The thought was funny. She, the worldly fucking lady, getting her rocks faster than a couple of horny scared kids who'd never fucked before. They popped so fast when she sucked them that she really didn't think they'd last any time when she got them into bed.
But they were doing beautifully.
Bob, especially, was really getting her hot. His prick was so far into her cunt that she was getting trembling feelings in her loins, and they raced back down through her thighs to her knees. They were shaking and she began to get that weak quivery sensations she always got just before she came.
She kept getting hotter and hotter, and she was pumping harder and harder on Bob's bulging, straight-up cock. It was swelling more and more, and she could see the shaft every time she pulled up. It was getting red, and the veins bulged out in it and she couldn't help it . . . she couldn't . . . hold back . . . any . . .
"Ohhhhh ... oh, my God, Bob! Oh, George, fuck my ass! I'M COMMMIIING!"
And come she did-all over Bob's young hard cock and down over his furry balls. It matted his hair, and when he felt that warm sticky goo rolling over him, he let her have another hot load of his thick cum. It went shooting into her cunt and set her swimming in the mixture of his jism and her cuntjuice.
She could feel the heat of his cock and the incredibly beautiful sensation of his hot jizz trickling through her loins. It made her shiver, and little tremors of ecstasy rippled through her as she bent down and kissed him hard and full and deeply. Her tongue went into his young mouth and surprised him, and she nipped at his lip and sucked his tongue hard.
And then, suddenly: "Aieeeee!" and the third member of the trio came.
George unleashed a barrage of hot cream into Eve's spread open ass, and she was literally awash with the stuff-up her cunt, up her ass, and, only a half hour earlier, her mouth and throat.
But she could never get enough of that wonderful stuff, and she squeezed her ass-muscles and urged him to shoot everything he had into her round hot ass.
She felt him driving into her hard and fast, and she loved the feel of his young body as it hit her over and over and over.
"Give it to me, George, baby!" she cried. "Give it to me hard!"
He fucked her harder and harder and unloaded shot after shot of his thick gooey cum as his balls contracted and released in a series of long agonizing muscle spasms. He sent jism into her until she thought her bowels would float away.
They fucked down from that incredible peak, slowly easing off until George finally slid his cock from her quivering, slippery asshole and she pulled up from Bob, and they all lay together, Eve in the middle.
Each of the boys took a tit and began playing with it and sucking it, and she stroked their hair and rubbed her hands over their backs.
"My boys," she said softly, smiling down at their busy faces. "I always wanted boys. Now I have two of them."
And now that she had them, Eve decided, she'd never let them go. It would be fun fucking them into manhood, she thought.
Let's see-twenty-one is the legal age in this state, she thought. That means five or six more years with these guys . . .
That's a lot of fucking-a lot of sucking-a lot of buggering.
There was a contented smile on Eve Brownell's face as she gently eased her head back on the pillow and pulled their heads in tighter on her big shimmering tits.
"A little harder, boys," she said. "I really want to feel those lips. I've got hungry tits."
