Cindy Gregory's eyes lit up as she walked out of the shower. She moved her shapely ass as she walked toward the bed where her husband, Jim, sat nude. She could see that his eyes danced from her firmly formed young breasts to her thighs, where her forest of curly blond pubic hair covered her cunt. Jim smiled at her.
Cindy enjoyed the look in his eyes, as if he were thinking that she as a woman would be something juicy and delicious. She sat down on the bed and spread her legs so that he could see her naked cunt. She saw arousal in his cock as he gazed at its pink lips.
Jim smiled again and then grabbed her and kissed her. As they kissed, his hand went down between her thighs and he spread the lips of her twat, then found the little knob of her clitoris and tormented it
Cindy broke the kiss. "I'm getting hot," she told him. "Oh, I'm warming up."
He got off the bed and Cindy sensed immediately that he was going to go down on her before he fucked her. Most of the older men did that. The young men got hard-ons and shoved their peckers right up her, but the older guys seemed to like to eat a girl and they also liked being sucked off later.
She watched as he felt her thighs and then parted them wider, then his hot tongue moved around the lips of her pussy. She wanted to grab his head and shove his tongue in her. The slow teasing was driving her crazy.
Then she felt his tongue go up her and she lay back. He shoved it up her and inched it in and out like a sturdy prick.
Before they were married, she had known that he was hot for her and she had started borrowing money from him. He never refused. Strangely enough, Jim was the first in the office to make her. Everyone knew that he also fooled around with the bookkeeper, Gloria Duncan, and that Gloria liked it up her ass.
Gloria had got wind that Cindy was sleeping with Jim too, and had told her that she had better keep her hands off. Cindy replied that Jim was fair game and told Gloria to fuck off.
Jim ate her and sent thrills through her. From time to time, he would take his tongue out of her cunt hole and tweak her clit with his tongue.
"Oh, that cream-cheese pussy," he sighed. "I have to rim your ass," he said, as he stopped muffing her.
Jim's tongue groped between her ass cheeks and then tickled her asshole. She had never had it that way before. Then he played with her twat as he licked her ass.
Finally he returned to her pussy. His tongue kept hitting her clit while he moved his finger in and out of her asshole. Then she looked down and saw Jim's big hard prick. She centered her gaze on the red, wet head. She grabbed for his cock, but he stopped her.
"Not yet," he said.
She watched him get the lubricant and then she felt the thick head at her asshole. He lunged and she felt the head of it slip into the tight ring of her rectum.
"Take it easy, baby. Think of me as a powder puff, not a driving range," she said.
She shivered as she thought of that same cock going up into Gloria's ahole. Gloria had a beautiful round ass. Cindy was straight, but she couldn't help but admire a nice ass on a woman.
He inched the cock in and played with her cunt as he did it. That big hard cock was halfway up her asshole, when he said huskily, "Can you take it-the whole thing?"
"Yeah, why not?" she answered.
She felt the lunge and then she felt his balls knocking at the curve of her buttocks. He fucked her ass as she moved with him. He put his ringer in her cunt and excited her there. He exploded and his creamy sperm flooded her ass.
"Ooooooooh baby, I hate to stop now," she said.
She was turned on and they went to the shower together. She bathed him and played with his cock until it was hard, and then she went down on him in the shower. She took his cock, that had also filled her asshole, in her mouth. She pushed it in and out of her mouth. She felt it throb and jerk and she enjoyed the salty taste of it. Just as her mouth muscles tired, she felt him squirt her in the mouth.
They went back to the bed. He stuck his darting tongue in her juicy cunt. She rolled sideways and looked at Jim's cock. It was stiff and it was long and thin. It was funny how all men seemed to have different-looking pricks, she said to herself.
She arched as she felt herself near a climax and his tongue slithered in and out of her more quickly. Her pussy lips were wide open as she came.
Jim got up and Cindy reached for the cock and gripped it. Jim let her lead him to her and mounted her.
"You better put that thing in me," she said, "and put out the fire that you started, baby."
He shoved his dick into her.
"Ohhhhhh, ooooohhhhh," gasped Cindy. Jim put his hands under her ass cheeks and lifted them.
He sucked her nipples and kissed them as he fucked her. He kept saying, "Oh, I wanted you so bad tonight. I really dreamed of doing this."
Cindy felt his hard, throbbing cock in her. She snickered to herself. She was getting fucked again. It seemed that she was some sort of sex machine and all men wanted to fuck or suck her.
She moved her hips up to meet his thrust. She felt him cup her ass cheeks as he lifted her buttocks and drove faster. She was about to climax, but wondered if he had any juice left inside him.
Jim slid his prick out of her.
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" she demanded.
"Take it easy. Roll over," he commanded.
Jim started fucking her dog fashion with his cock in her twat to the hilt.
"Move that ass, baby," he urged. "Move that big ass."
Cindy looked up and saw in the mirror the reflection of their two smoldering bodies.
She got a lot of feeling and then she had a climax, and he was gasping, "Oh, darling, I'm going to go off any minute."
Finally, they both couldn't hold back and they came together. She felt his hot juices flooding her cunt and then they lay back, breathing hard.
"Let's fuck every different way there is, Jim," she said.
Cindy had a ball with sex. It was a big part of her life. She was a sex machine and she had played it fast and loose, but she liked it that way. She didn't have to have him in her bed. No one forced her, except the sex itch.
They had some drinks and Jim told her about Clay Morse and Clay's wife, Janis, and how he had once spent the weekend with them. Clay and he took turns being blown by Janis, who was a swapper. He fucked her while she sucked Clay's prick. Then he confessed, "One time, I had it up her ass as she titty-fucked her husband. It was wild."
They talked more about swingers and then Jim interrupted her. "I've got an idea. Why don't I call up Clay and Janis? We could play some really good games."
"Okay with me, but can you take it? You've been screwing all night," she asked.
"Sure, I'm made of steel," he laughed. "Don't worry about me. When I get a chance to swing, I take every advantage of it. But let me warn you about one thing, I think Janis swings both ways."
"There's always a first time for everything. Don't worry, I can take care of myself."
Jim made the phone call. Janis told them to come right over.
"I think I'll call a cab and leave the car here. I may not be in shape to drive back," he laughed.
The cab came in about fifteen minutes. It drove them to a nicer part of town to a home worth about $50,000.
"Boy, this is some place," Cindy exclaimed.
"Wait until you see the inside. It was done by a professional decorator. He was a fag, but they're the best, you know."
The door opened and Janis answered. She was really gorgeous. Cindy couldn't wait to see her figure that was hidden by her robe. She was sure that it matched her face.
"Come on in. Clay's in the den," she said.
'This is a nice place you've got here," Cindy exclaimed.
"Thanks, we like it," Janis said.
"What's Clay doing?" Jim asked.
"Oh, he's getting a few last minute things together. We're going up to Old Mineral Springs this weekend. Hey, if you two aren't doing anything, why not join us?" Janis asked.
"That sounds great," Jim exclaimed. "How about it, Cindy, are you game?"
"Sounds great!" Then Cindy hesitated, said, "What about that sex maniac that was in the headlines. Didn't he knock off three girls there? Has he been caught?"
Janis shrugged. "He-if it is a he-hasn't been active in two months. Clay called to ask about him last night when he made reservations. The word is he's no longer a danger."
"Come on, Cindy," said Jim. "Even if he comes to life again, why would he pick on us? We can mind our own business and have a ball."
Cindy gave in. She patted her husband's fly and said, "Well, if he does come, you can club him to death with your spar."
"That's my Cindy," said Jim approvingly, as Janis broke up over Cindy's joke.
Clay walked in, said, "Greetings, group. Did I hear you say you're going to make the scene with us?"
"Right on," said Jim.
"Why don't you two go home and pack what you need and get back here?"
"Hey!" said Clay. "Give them a break, Jan. They just got here. Let's have a drink."
"Too early," said Jim. "How about calling a cab for us? I left the wheels at our house."
"In that case," said Clay, "why don't Jan and I finish packing. Then well drive you...
Clay and Janis were ready in no time. They drove quickly back to the Gregory home. It took Jim only about five minutes to get his clothes together.
While Cindy was still packing her clothes, Jim got his car off the main street and parked it around the corner. "All I need is for some drunken sot to smash into it while I'm gone," he told Janis.
"Tell me, does Cindy know that I'm double-gaited?" Janis asked.
"Well, I sort of insinuated that you might be. I told her that I wasn't sure. I really didn't know if you wanted me to bare your whole story to her," Jim said.
When Cindy came toward the car, Janis got out.
"Why don't you two boys sit in the front? Cindy and I will get better acquainted." Before anyone could reply, Janis ushered Cindy into the back seat and slid in next to her.
"I'm glad that the car is air-conditioned. It's going to be a hot trip," Cindy said.
"Have you ever been up there before?" Janis asked as the car edged toward the freeway.
"No, I've always wanted to go, but never had the opportunity. I hear that it is very expensive and that only the cream of the crop go up there."
"Well, that's one way to put it," Clay laughed.
The trip took about an hour and a half. Clay was asleep in the front seat when they arrived. Jim had switched places with Clay a short time back.
Janis sat very close to Cindy throughout the whole trip. From time to time, Janis would let her hand slip on Cindy's leg.
"Here we are, Cindy," Jim said. "Is it what you had expected?"
"Sort of," she replied.
She was glad to get out of the car and stretch her legs. She was always ill at ease with other women. She felt that they competed with her sexuality. She was very conscious of it. She had been told over and over again by men that what men wanted from women was sex. She knew that every woman had the same equipment and could give sex to any man. It was elementary.
Cindy studied Janis. She was a sleek-looking woman with a big ass. She had small breasts. Small breasts gave Cindy the idea that a woman was not what she called "bovine female." In her lifetime, she had found that big-titted women screwed a lot. Their tits were sensitive and when they were sucked on it aroused other nerve ends.
The big ass was another matter. The core of all women was pussy. Her pussy was more sensitive than her breasts or her nipples. Once a man got his finger in her pussy and tormented her sex bud, her clitoris, she gave in.
She laughed when she recalled that someone had said that Jim was a strong, honorable man. She couldn't swallow that about any man. Jim, like any man, she believed, would fuck a snake if someone Yield its head.
She was prepared for a weekend of sex and fun and games. She was sure that Janis was, too. She had been thinking a lot about fucking on the way up. She wanted to see a man sweat and groan and be deep in her. She wanted to hear him beg her not to stop.
Janis smiled at her. "There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight," she laughed.
"There always is," grinned Jim.
CHAPTER TWO
Frank Santon moved his swollen cock between the magnificent round tits of his young, hot-to-trot companion. He watched her nipples harden as his big pecker moved between the silky white spheres. She was breathing hard and he knew she realized that it wouldn't be long until his erect, throbbing cock was deep in her pussy.
Lisa licked her lips as she stared at his moving tool. Frank could see that she was horny. She had been horny all day. They had stopped on the way to Old Mineral Springs, and he had taken her into the woods and thrown a very good fuck into her. She came twice and then they resumed their trip.
As they were driving, she unzipped him and took his prick out. She played with it as he drove. She stroked it faster and faster.
'Hey," he warned, "you'll make me come all over my slacks. They're expensive."
She jerked it and smiled. "If s getting hard, lover. I like it that way."
When it was erect, she gave it a wet kiss on its head.
"I'd like to suck you off in the car, while you're driving," she said coolly. "It's exciting."
Frank shook his head. "It's too dangerous. I might get so hot when I get off that I'd lose control of the car. Getting frenched does that to me."
He ended up parking on a side road. She stripped off her blouse and took off her bra and took the rosy head of the prick between her lips.
He felt her tongue dart about his stiff penis as she blew him. The motion excited him and his prick seemed to get bigger in her mouth. Her saliva covered it.
She liked to suck cock and her mouth was expert. He had often thought that she was a better cocksucker than she was a fuck. Sometimes she was a dead-ass--which was why she would never marry him. Besides, there was her job.
He gritted his teeth as her mouth tightened on his cock and her head bobbed. The mouth friction was something else and his cock felt very sensitive and he gritted his teeth. "Aaaaaaaaah, that does it," he sighed.
She knew how to blow a guy, that he knew. He had begun to hump her face. He actually felt when she did it that way to him that her mouth was a cunt and he was fucking it.
He had felt his wad balling up in his testicles and he knew that he would come soon in her mouth. He knew that she wanted the come. She loved it. She drank it down like it was ambrosia. She loved to lick it when she hand-jerked him off.
Then he stiffened and she jerked his cock as he came. She gulped it down, swallowed it eagerly. She milked his peter with her mouth, gasping to get every drop of his semen. He watched her lewdly.
She squeezed the cock passionately. Then she sucked slowly, tapering him off and letting his cock soften in her mouth. When it was completely limp, she let it drop free.
He started the car, and after a while they went to a cafe and had coffee. Then they resumed their trip to Old Mineral Springs.
He liked to swing with her and just another couple. Two days before, they had gone over to visit the next door neighbors, the Jamesons. They had dinner and drinks and then Harry Jameson started talking horny as usual.
"The Metcalfs were over here a few nights back. I got my prick up Rita's tight asshole while she sucked her husband Paul's pulsing root. What a trip. I could hear Myra moaning as Carl Metcalf fucked her. I had greased my cock and it went up her ass easily. I think that Rita's asshole is bigger than her cunt. I rammed my dick up her with all my might and I teased her hot pussy, which was getting sopping wet. Then she came, and boy, did she come," he said.
He continued, "Then I let my jism go and it flooded her brown. Wow, it was wild. Wild and dirty."
Lisa got excited hearing Harry talk, and when Frank stripped and was humping Harry's luscious wife, Myra, Harry was cornholing Lisa, who was naked and breathing hard. Her tits bounced as Harry buggered her.
Harry was screaming, "Oh, you're tight. My, my, Lisa, just wiggle that big luscious ass."
Harry had come in her, and then she had sucked him off while Harry's wife blew Frank eagerly. She was a good cocksucker, but Harry agreed with Frank that Lisa was one of the greatest cocksuckers in the world. She had a gold-plated tongue and mouth.
Later, both Frank and Harry got hardons and Harry fucked the shit out of Lisa and Frank balled Myra until she screamed as she came.
Myra had a wet, satin-smooth cunt, and, like the famed Cleopatra's pussy, it was constructed so that she could control the muscles and hold a cock in a way that made a man shiver with ecstasy until he popped his nuts.
Frank snapped out of it when he heard Lisa sigh. "That's enough, honey, now put it in my pussy. I'm hotter than hell. I want to fuck."
Frank repositioned himself. He pointed his cock at the waiting pussy and pushed it in, and he heard the wet sucking sound as her cunt drew the penis deeper and deeper within it. His cock was like an iron sword up her.
"Ummmmmmmm, baby," she sighed, "you're hard and I can really feel it up me. Go, go, lover."
Sometimes he tried to phase out of his mind that all she thought about was fucking and that was not quite normal. He never mentioned it because he felt that Lisa would get angry. He didn't want to take a chance that she would turn off the sex. He enjoyed it too much.
Lisa had large expressive eyes and she looked innocent. On their first night, she gave him a blow job that made his eyeballs spin in his head. She was that good with a pecker in her mouth.
She came, and then she showered and he followed.
At lunch, she surveyed the dining room.
"I hope there are some other swingers around," she told Frank. "I want to be fucked by a nice new cock and I want a fresh one to suck. You understand, don't you? You like fresh nooky. Ill help you get some fresh cunt, you help me get some dick."
She always asked Frank that and he always just nodded. He had gone along with the swinging because it gave him fresh fucking with different women, but it bothered him sometimes that his wife's pussy was as well traveled as Highway 66 by different pricks and tongues.
They met Ralph Haynes at the bar. He was a local man who was visiting the bar for a pick me up. Frank kept buying him drinks, and when he was ready they led him to their room.
Lisa went for his fly the moment Frank put him on the bed. She unzipped him and played with his cock and it got hard.
Tm going to suck that lovely cock of yours," she said with lust in her eyes.
Ralph looked surprised. "Your boyfriend is here. Won*t he be upset?"
Lisa shook her head. "We're swingers. He likes to watch me suck other men and then he joins in too and we all have a ball. I suck and he eats me."
Her head moved voraciously over the swollen prick as it moved in and out of her red lips. The man writhed on the bed. Frank watched.
"Boy, she is good," said Ralph. "She sure can suck."
Ralph ran his hands through her hair as her head bobbed. Her mouth was hot and her tongue was wet.
Then he watched her husband unzip his pants and take out his prick. Frank lifted his sucking girl's organdy dress and pulled down her panties.
She jerked as her husband shoved his prick in her cunt dog fashion, but she still sucked Ralph's throbbing prick. Frank held her hips as he fucked her. He heard the noises she made as she sucked. Her eyes were closed as she blew and she wiggled her ass as her husband screwed her.
Ralph shot his wad in her hot mouth and she still sucked as his wet cock softened, and then she jerked as Frank let go in her. She sucked up every drop. Then she got undressed and so did Ralph and Frank.
She had nice tits and Ralph sucked them and she started to lick Frank's tight balls. They got hard and she gripped his prick and jerked it as she sucked at Ralph's balk. He had never been through anything like this, but it was exciting. She played with both hard pricks and then Frank guided her head to his cock and she mouthed it.
"Shove yours up her ass-there's lubricant there." Frank pointed, "It'll drive her wild."
Ralph lubed his cock and shoved it up Lisa's silky-smooth asshole as he heard her mouth sucking on her husband's peter. Frank came and she took all the sticky jizz, and then Ralph was fingering her sopping wet pussy as he buggered her. He was still up her ass when she let Frank's cock free and it hung limp.
"Oh, keep screwing me in my ass, baby, I'm inches from coming," she sighed. "I'm a come freak."
He came in her ass and just seconds later she climaxed, shaking like a leaf.
She went to the closet and got a robe. "I'll make some coffee," she said.
They drank coffee and talked about world affairs, and then Ralph left and Frank decided to take a nap. Lisa decided to go to the main drag of Old Mineral Springs. She knew some people there.
She drove into town, stopped at Wendy's, and bought a skirt and some sandals. Then she went to Grover's and had some coffee and a Danish. She spotted the man at the table and went over to him with her coffee cup.
"Hi, Lee," she said. "How's everything?"
The man looked surprised, "You must have me mixed up with someone else. My name is Jack Macey."
She was already seated and her eyes strayed to the crotch of his pants. Despite all the sex with Frank and Ralph, she was still horny--besides, it was part of her job. She trembled as she thought of getting another dick so fast. She decided to be bold and felt his cock and balls under the table. The man reacted.
"I love to fuck," she whispered in his ear. "I want your cock."
Jack looked frightened, but she looked good to him.
"Do you have a place near?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. "I hope you don't have the clap or something?"
"No, baby, don't worry about me. I'm clean, I just have hot pants. In fact, I have hot pants most of the time. It can drive you crazy, if you know what I mean."
He had a nice bachelor pad, and Lisa headed right for the bedroom and undressed. He followed and undressed too.
"You don't waste any time?" he asked.
"Why should I? We both know what I want and what I'm here for."
He kissed her and ran his hands over her buttocks. She was playing with his cock and it was getting hard. He hadn't been laid in a month and he was amazed that he had made such an easy pickup of such a looker.
She lay back on the bed and he nursed her tits and let his hand find her hairy, wet slit.
"Ohhhhhdhhh," said Lisa, "that's it,"
Her face was flushed and her eyes were twinkling as he mounted her. He slid his cock up in her. Her pussy was tight, cozy and warm. She twisted under him. "Oh, shove it all the way in. I can take it all. Every goddam delicious inch of that cock, I can take."
She groaned and twisted as he fucked her.
"You're a hot bitch," he said.
"I'm a wild fuck," she laughed. "I'm the world's greatest fuck. I'd bet that I could set a fucking record. You know, fucking twenty-four hours straight."
He came in her and she gripped him.
"Not yet, baby, don't get soft, I have to get off too," she told him.
He gritted his teeth and kept screwing, and then she quivered and sighed.
"Oh baby, that's it. I'm coming," she breathed, as her body dripped with sweat.
They talked a bit and she cocked her head and looked at him. "Jack, you want to eat my pussy before I go?" she asked.
"I never did before, but with you, I've got to."
He got down at the foot of the bed and pushed her knees back to her belly. "You tell me how you like it. Remember, this is a first for me."
As his head dived for her cunt, she turned her knees outward. "Always keep it juicy and keep on licking my clit from time to time. That really gets me," she said.
He put his tongue on her clitoris and moved it from side to side.
"That's it, baby, you've got a professional touch with that tongue of yours."
Jack brought Lisa to a tremendous climax. By that time, she had already sucked him off.
As she dressed, Jack said, "What about tonight? Would you like to have dinner or something?"
"No, I can't. Didn't I tell you I'm here with my husband? Actually, I just left to do some shopping, when I got sidetracked. I'd better be on my way. I have another place to go before I get back to the hotel"
Lisa smiled to herself as she crossed the main drag. So Jack was another dead end-if you could call anything dead about such a man, at least anything that had to do with fucking or sucking.
This, she decided, was a job she was going to enjoy to the hilt. Sooner or later, if she kept testing, testing, testing, she was going to strike pay dirt. And then ... so it was dangerous, but it was a hell of a lot of fun, too. Cheating on Frank was something else when she was being paid to do it.
CHAPTER THREE
Frank and Lisa's friend Hal Hart was a famous lawyer who, at forty-seven, was one of the most successful in the city. Divorced, Hal reverted back to his greatest delight-pussy.
He fucked his ^secretary, Kay Trent, every day at noon and enjoyed it. He realized that he was getting a great piece of ass, but Kay was thirty three. A thirty-three-year-old fuck,, Hal knew, was never as exciting or as tight as a younger one. He had had sex with Lisa and was glad when they invited him to come to Old Mineral Springs with them.
When Lisa came back from town, she knocked on his door.
"Come in," he said. "Well, I was wondering when you were going to make it over here. Did Frank come? I haven't seen him yet."
"Yes, he's sleeping off a wild fuck. He wears out easily, you know," she smiled.
"Do you want a drink?" he asked.
"Sure, but don't give me any liquor. It dulls my senses. I'll take a coke, if you have it," she said.
"That's right," he told her. "You don't drink on the job." Hal was one of the handful of persons who knew the nature of her assignment. After pouring her a coke and bolting the door, he said, "Any luck so far, Lisa?"
"Lots of luck," she said, "but no sex maniac at least, not the one I'm after."
"I hope you'll forgive my bolting the door," he said, "You never can tell who might walk in."
"Just who were you expecting?" she asked.
"Nobody in particular," he replied. "But since you and I are here alone..." He let it hang.
"I shouldn't, really." Her eyes spelled consent. "After all, I may have to do an awful lot of fucking this weekend."
"Since when did that prospect bother you?" Hal asked her. She laughed and reached behind her to unzip her pants.
He watched her undress and then he undressed himself. She had a tight pussy, but she was wet and ready. They had some foreplay, but in a matter of moments she guided his cock to her cunt. She was a great screw and he came in her.
"I got laid in town," she smiled, "but I thought about your prick and how large it can get." She asked him if he wanted her to blow him.
"You've got to be kidding. That's all I live for," he smiled.
"Oh, you're crazy, but that's what I like about you."
He enjoyed the feeling of Lisa's warm mouth on his cock.
"I get all excited when I have a dick in my mouth," she confessed to him.
"Does it ever matter whose it is?" he asked.
"No, just as long as it stays nice and hard until I'm through with it," she laughed.
She had a way of taking an entire dick in her mouth and pressuring it with her lips.
"That drives me crazy," he said, "when you do that."
"I know," she said sexily.
When they fucked, her cunt grasped his tool, and she had a way to squeeze every drop of jism from it when he came. He liked sucking her tits, and he liked the way she fucked hard when he was in her deep and his cock was really stiff.
He also ate her and she was good eating. She douched with all those flavored douches. Some nights she used lime, lemon, peppermint or raspberry.
Hal liked her because she had told him flatly about all the propositions from double-gaited women and lezzes to eat her. It was hard for him to realize that she was married.
She made it quite clear that she would not suck a female cunt nor allow hers to be sucked by a woman. He had been in love with May Sawyer, after his divorce. May liked to fuck, but one night, when he had his whole dick up her, she screamed, "Oh, I'd like to be sucking on a pussy while you're balling me." It bothered him and he dumped her. Hal loved heterosexual sex, but lesbianism and homosexuality baffled him.
Lisa worked on his throbbing organ with her mouth and used her frantic tongue. Hal gasped. He felt his cream spurt in her mouth. She gulped it down with fervor.
He went down and sucked her pussy. She moaned with pleasure. "Oh, don't stop with that tongue, Hal," she said.
He blew on her clit and then licked it with his tongue. "Oh baby, that drives me crazy, when you do that," she told him.
He ran his tongue up across her belly and then put it in her belly button. "Oh, don't stop eating me with that tongue," she pleaded, as she pushed his head down to her cunt again.
He rubbed his tongue along her vaginal folds and then back to her clit again. Finally she came. "Ooooooooooohhhhhh, baby, that does so much for me," she gasped.
"I'm worn out," he said.
"You should be," Lisa laughed.
Lisa lay back. It bothered her not at all that she was becoming more and more uninhibited. She remembered the orgy the week before with Hal at their house.
Yvonne Marett was a female executive that Hal brought. She was thirty-six and looked ten years younger. Yvonne had a big ass but small tits. She had been married three times. All three marriages had been sexually successful, but Yvonne had no character and all three husbands caught her in bed with some man and divorced her. However, this did not serve as a deterrent to Yvonne, and she prospered on her job and almost every night she had sex with some man.
"My dear," she told Lisa, "the world is full of cocks looking for pussy, and I have one that can take all the pricks it can find."
It was Yvonne who showed Lisa the photo of the woman getting it three ways. It was a color photo showing a prick up the woman's asshole, one in front in her cunt and another in her mouth. The woman's eyes were closed and there was a look of naked lust on her face.
"I've had it that way," Yvonne smiled. "You never had such an array of feeling, my dear."
Yvonne poohpoohed love. "It's a con that women give men so that they will be coolies all their life for them," Yvonne snickered. "Then, if the guy has kids, he runs the treadmill, breaking his hump all his life. Men die earlier than women, you know."
Lisa knew. Her father had been a treadmill runner and had died at forty. Her mother was fucking some guy named Larry Renier two months after her father was buried. Lisa used to stop by her bedroom and hear her breathing hard as Larry balled her, and then screaming as she climaxed over and over.
Several months later, when her mother was visiting a sick friend, she got involved with Larry and he grabbed her and kissed her. She fought him, but he got her blouse off and began to suck her titties. A chill of desire went through her, and she felt his hands at her skirt and saw him remove it. She had a pair of sheer blue panties on and they came off, then she felt his insistent finger exciting her clitoris and vagina.
She felt her resistance crumble and she saw him unzip his fly and remove his penis. It was semihard, and she felt him grab her hand and put it to his cock. She felt it, and it was hard.
"Baby, I've been dreaming of fucking you for a long time," he said.
He mounted her easily and soon he was balling her as strongly as he had her mother, and she was whimpering with passion the same way.
"Like mother, like daughter," he said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.
"Just that you screw as well as she does. There is only one difference, you're tighter."
"Oooooooohhnh," she said.
She heard his low voice say, "You're going to come soon, aren't you, baby?"
"Yesssssssss," she gasped. "Any second."
He looked at her. "Then you're going to suck my prick for me, aren't you?" She shook her head. "I never did it before," she protested.
She realized that her mother had sucked him off plenty. She had heard her sucking mouth on his peter when she stood by the door some nights.
She climaxed, and then he grabbed her and pushed her head down near his testicle sac. She stared at the red head of his cock.
"Take it in your mouth," he urged.
She let the slippery cock enter her mouth and then she heard his voice instruct, "Now suck like you suck a lollipop and lick like you lick an ice cream cone."
The penis in her mouth excited her. It had a salty taste. She felt his hand on her head and she bobbed up and down. Larry was sobbing, "Oh, God, you're doing it, honey, keep sucking, Lisa."
She smiled to herself. She knew that if she kept it up Larry would come in her mouth. She enjoyed the way he whimpered and ran his fingers through her hair.
"I'm going to come-take my load," she heard him say. Then he gushed in her mouth and she swallowed.
She was tempted to ask him if her mother swallowed his cream, but she didn't. After that, she shared Larry's cock with her mother. When he was drained from fucking her mother, Lisa settled for a hot head job from him. He loved sucking cunt and one night when he was drunk she asked him if her cunt tasted like her mother's.
He didn't answer, but she persisted. "Tell me," she cried.
"No, you little bitch, no, it tastes different. You taste like champagne," he roared.
One night she had a dream that Larry was fucking her and her mother, too. Then it happened, the auto accident. Larry had been killed instantly. Her mother was prostrate with grief, and Lisa had laughed to herself. Then her mother met Wes and she ran off with him.
Lisa had moved in with a girl named Alyce. Alyce was like a procuress. She got Lisa fucked regularly and Lisa sucked cocks and watched Alyce suck and fuck. She and Alyce had kidded each other about all the lezzes that were after them.
Hal smiled at her and she focused her gaze on him. He grinned, "A penny for your thoughts."
"They're worth more than that," she laughed.
When she had thought about it, she had realized that it was really a man's world and so many women had their brains in their cunts. She liked sex, but she had plans to find a good berth in life while she was young and she still had a firm body. She didn't want to do police work forever. She felt that she would eventually meet a rich guy who loved sex and that she could con him into marrying her.
As Alyce had told her once when an empty-headed blonde had married a rich guy that they both knew, "Never underestimate the power of a blow job and a cunt."
Alyce herself had married well. The man was older, but he had bread and he was freaky in some of his sex desires. He liked to wee-wee on Alyce, but she said she shut her eyes and pretended she was taking a shower. He called it "the golden shower."
It was after Alyce married that Lisa had met Frank. She was glad that he understood her strange sexual desires.
Sometimes she looked down on her own sex-on women who would do anything to make a buck or get a spot where they could sit on their ass and watch TV, go shopping, and eat.
"Look, Hal, I've got to go to my room. Frank will be wondering what the hell happened to me," she said.
"I'm sure that he'd figure you met someone," he laughed.
"That's a dirty laugh, you rat," Lisa teased.
"What time do you want to meet for dinner?" Hal asked Lisa.
"Why don't you come to our room in about an hour? By then I will have dressed and we can have some drinks. You know how Frank likes to have small talk before dinner," Lisa said.
"That sounds great to me," he replied. "See you then."
Hal went to the door and unlocked it.
"See you later, tiger," Lisa smiled.
"Say, you didn't happen to see any lonely women running around the hotel, did you?"
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find some pretty young thing tonight. They're having a buffet dinner in the dining room. That should make it very easy for you to pick up someone," Lisa laughed.
Lisa only had to wait for the elevator a few seconds. Hal's room was on the second floor. Theirs was on the fourth. She could have walked, but her thighs were starting to ache from all the screwing. When the elevator door opened a tall good-looking man was in the cab.
"Going up?" he smiled.
"Yes, thank you," she answered.
She was sorry that she didn't have time for a quick screw. This guy looked pretty good to her. But too damned normal to be the one she was after....
When she went back to her room, Frank was sleeping. She went over to the bed and smacked him on the ass.
"Get your ass off that bed, we have to dress for dinner," she said.
CHAPTER FOUR
Hal and Yvonne had dinner alone. There was a lot of small talk, and Hal went on and on about the recession. It amused Yvonne, because he had plenty of money and rich clients and she was sure that it had not affected him at all.
"They have to prime-pump the government," he said as he cut his thick steak.
"You worry about prime-pumping me," she replied.
"Is that all you have on your mind-sex?" he asked.
Yvonne's eyes twinkled. "Mr. Prude?"
"Of course not," retorted Hal, "but there are other things in life, like good food. This is delicious."
"It sure is," Yvonne agreed as she munched her steak.
"I really like it here. It's very relaxing," he smiled, "We run and run all week in that rat race."
"I know," said Yvonne.
"I worked my way through law school by being an usher in a movie theater," Hal grinned. "Those were the days."
Yvonne nodded. "I was an usherette. I'll bet you screwed a lot of usherettes?"
"Some," he admitted.
Yvonne shook her head knowingly. "Yeah, I know, the manager's got his eye out for all the choice pussy. The theater manager taught me how to suck cock."
Hal looked around, embarrassed, "Lower your voice and don't talk like that."
Yvonne laughed. "Cut it out, you're insulting my intelligence. All these people are up here for sex. If I went out there in the middle of the floor and pissed they wouldn't be shocked."
"I don't know about that," said Hal reluctantly.
"You want me to show you?" she teased, starting to get up.
"No, no," replied Hal nervously. "Sit down."
Yvonne was amused, "You men amaze me, you're like animals behind closed doors, and in public you act like prudes."
Hal shrugged. "Don't you know any word besides that one-prude? I'm not a prude, but I don't believe in being vulgar in public."
"How prissy," replied Yvonne.
"Come on, you know I'm right," Hal said.
"Are you really?" she asked. "You get paid a fortune for defending criminals. How many of your clients are really guilty, Hal?"
"What's that got to do with what we are talking about?" he probed.
"You kill me," laughed Yvonne. "Why don't you answer my question?"
"Quit needling me," he answered, irritated.
"I like needling you. You have a big cock, but you're a pompous ass," she said heatedly.
They finished their steaks, had coffee and dessert, and then went for a walk.
"I've been thinking," Hal said.
"What?" Yvonne queried.
"About my clients. You are right," he admitted. "About eighty-five percent are guilty."
Yvonne had a self-satisfied smile. "I'm always right. I have to be."
"Life is sort of a comedy and tragedy both, for all people," Hal interjected.
"Wow, that was a profound observation," Yvonne whistled.
"Oh, I'm intelligent. You should see me in court." Then he stopped. "That's right, you have never seen me in court. I'm great."
"So I've heard," Yvonne acknowledged.
"You know why I became a lawyer? Because when I was a kid, I had to do everything that everyone else wanted me to do. Now that I'm a success, I do as I please," Hal informed her.
"True," she admitted.
"What chance has a man got with women, anyway?" Hal said, more relaxed now. "They always win."
Yvonne stopped and kissed him. It was a warm passionate kiss. When they parted, Hal sighed, "Wow, they ought to call you Hot lips."
"They do," said Yvonne.
"I heard a funny joke the other day," said Hal. "This guy said to another, 'Who was that lady I saw you with last night?' and the other guy replied, 'That was your wife. You ought to go home more often.'"
Yvonne started laughing. She liked Hal because he was a spender. She knew other men that she liked better, but they were tighter with a dollar. Hal made it and spent it. He dressed well, too-all his clothes were expensive. He also bought her clothes, dresses and things like that. She took them. Her swinging Aunt Clara had taught her years ago, "When it's free, take it." She practiced that philosophy.
Hal would get very prim at times and talk about women respecting him. "Once I get to respect a woman too," he had said, "I think that I could fall in love with her."
This amused Yvonne.
She had once dated a young doctor, who was very clinical and told her, "Emotional disturbances cause glandular disturbances." This, the doctor explained to her, was why some women, who got aroused before sex, were hotter during the actual act.
She had had a wild affair with the doctor and they had almost married, but she got involved with a young tennis coach who was teaching her tennis, and they screwed in the afternoon after each lesson. The word got back to the young doctor, Ray, and one day he took time off and trailed them. He bribed a motel manager and the man opened the door and there they were screwing like two dogs in heat. She remembered his face as he stood in the doorway and cursed, "You whore, you Goddamned whore."
She forgot about him in a day and continued with the young tennis teacher until she met Mark Raymond. She married Mark and the marriage lasted five years and was a good one. They screwed every chance they got and he satisfied Yvonne, but then Mark died. Yvonne was pained by his death, and she took back her maiden name and left town. Mark had left her plenty of money, and that helped.
She knew that like all pretty women she had the touch of the bitch in her, but she felt that was what intrigued men and what smart men liked with their sex-a woman who had spice in her.
As she lived from day to day, Yvonne realized that she was having more and more sex, and with more sex she became an artist at it. Every man who she had sex with admitted that she was a great lay. She hated being frustrated and she took men to bed when she had the need. She had no desire to be frustrated and she considered her own fulfillment her primary need.
As she had more and more sex, she realized that her sexual appetite increased. She found that besides having sex with Hal she was having it with others. When she slept, she had erotic dreams. She read avidly, usually spicy best sellers. When she talked with other women, she talked of sex and enjoyed hearing their exploits.
She knew that she had an ego and she enjoyed seducing men. With some men, she was aggressive; with others, docile and willing. She relied on her female instinct to decide how to act. She believed that the female of the species was more deadly than the male. She acted coy most of the time, but with Hal she developed the habit of needling him and she fought to restrain herself. At the moment, she needed him.
She grinned at Hal. "You love to be with a woman between the sheets. Admit it."
Hal grinned. "I admit it."
CHAPTER FIVE
Jim Gregory looked at his dozing wife and decided on a stroll. He eased his way out the door and closed it gently. He was quite surprised at his newly acquired ability to detect the superficiality of people. He realized that he was far from the norm. His mind was always full of erotic ideas, some bizarre and others perhaps depraved. He was quite aware of the many variations of sex in the so-called new scene.
He got hard-ons when he saw women with huge breasts or firm, bouncing asses. He walked out the front door and onto the street. A haughty-looking young woman in a tight purple mini-dress sailed by him. As she walked, he saw the round cheeks of her ass bounce, and the curve of her ample hips.
He feasted on her long legs, and under the sheer purple dress he could see the panties that he was sure were snug around her crotch.
He laughed to himself. She sure was in a hurry. Probably going to meet some well-hung stud. He walked faster to pass her, and then he saw that her dress was cut so low in front that her breasts bounced half-out. They were small breasts but well formed. They were supported at their bottoms by a snug half-bra.
She moved faster and he watched her turn and disappear into a doorway. When he got to the doorway, he saw that it was a nightspot. He paused, debating as to whether to enter. He was sure that the sex bomb who had gone in had a date waiting there. He grinned to himself. He was also sure that whoever it was would be sucking on her small tits before the night was over.
He shrugged his shoulders and walked in. His eyes gradually became accustomed to the dark and he saw the dim lights behind the bar and made out the figures on the stools. He spotted the girl, and there was an empty stool beside her. He took that one.
The bartender smiled at him. "What'll you have?"
"Rum and cola," he said.
The bartender blinked. "I haven't had anyone order that for a long time."
"That's what I want," Jim said.
The way the girl was sitting, her dress was bunched up and Jim could see her smooth white thighs. Her eyes caught his as he looked. Her ass looked tantalizing even in the darkened room.
Jim was served his drink and then another. The girl downed hers and had another. She began to twist on the seat nervously and look at her watch. Jim began to think about her as he stole glances at the cleavage of her breasts. The nipples pushed into the fabric of her dress and seemed very stiff. Jim liked titties. He was a titty man. He knew that women got excited when a man sucked their boobies. Titties were erotic zones.
Despite the drinks, his mouth was dry. He envisioned himself playing with her tits, twisting them in different shapes.
The bartender went over to her. "Bill's late."
"Yes," she replied.
"Never usually is," he said. "Maybe something else came up." The girl scowled. Like his dick." Jim was shocked.
The bartender laughed. "At least you know that he has three at a time. That's half the battle, Glenda."
She stared directly at the bartender. "He'll never find one to match me, Barney," she said sulkily.
It was obvious that they knew each other well.
"You must have an electric pussy then," the bartender laughed.
Her hands cupped her glass and she glared at him. "You men all want the same thing."
Barney gazed back at her. "What else is there with women?"
Her eyes grew steely. She licked her pink painted lips. She said softly, "You'd like it, Barney, I've seen you look at it often enough."
The bartender didn't answer. He moved down the bar to serve other customers, a man and a woman.
The girl looked at Jim and then back at her drink. Time went on and Jim ordered another drink. He smiled at the bartender.
"Ask the lady if she'll have a drink?" he said, pointing to the girl Glenda.
The bartender asked her then came back. "She said *No thanks,'" he told him.
"Okay," said Jim.
Her boyfriend didn't show in the next half hour and Glenda was boiling. She had a hot, musky look in her eyes as she turned to him. "Ill take that drink now, cowboy," she said.
Jim nodded and gestured to the bartender. "My name is Jim."
The bartender came over and Jim said, "I'll have another and the lady will have a drink now."
"What'll you have, Glenda?" Barney asked.
"Whiskey sour," she said.
That was the start. They really kept drinking. Jim told some jokes and she laughed. Then they talked. The man never showed up.
The drinks started to show on her face and her cheeks reddened. As he got woozy from the drinks, he looked at her and thought of what it would be like to have his hard prick slide in her open-lipped cunt. He was sure that she had a tight one, she was still young enough to not have stretched it that much.
Finally she got up. "Let's leave," she said "That son of a bitch isn't going to show."
The bartender frowned.
When they got to her car, she looked at Jim. "Got to race home to the little woman?" she asked.
"No." he replied.
She smiled. "When a man has a ring on his finger, I never know if he's got one in his nose, too. Hop in, we'll go to my place and I'll bring you back to your car."
He got in. She drove quickly and parked in the subterranean garage. As she walked, she swayed her ass and it excited Jim. They entered the elevator and she pushed the button for her floor. They got out when they reached her floor and she walked to her apartment. She fished into her purse for her keys and then opened the door. They walked in and she flicked on the light. Jim grabbed her and they melted into a french kiss. His hands slid down and covered her loose-cheeked bottom. He inched up her dress. Then he got her panties down and they slid to her ankles and she kicked them off.
She jerked her body as his finger entered her and he finger-fucked her. She still held the kiss. His cock was rigid. He guided her to the divan and she sat down. They broke their kiss.
"Fast worker, aren't you?" she said.
He kissed her again and unzipped her dress so that her breasts popped free from their half-bra. Then he dove for her right breast and captured the nipple.
"Oh, yes, yes!" she said, reaching for his fly. She unzipped it and drew his stiff prick out. The cock quivered in her hands. When she felt his balls, his scrotum sac was tight.
She smiled at him. "Ill bet you have a nice load for momma." She handled the heavy balls lovingly. Then she got up and slid the dress off. She was naked.
She got to her knees and kissed the head of his swollen cock, then looked up at him. She took the crown in her mouth, and her head bobbed as her tongue flicked out and licked the rest of the shaft. She moved her head so that she had half of his prick in her mouth. She gobbled the whole tool in, and her head bobbed up and down on the cock as she slurped on it. Jim moaned with pleasure.
She began to suck loudly. Her mouth was an instrument of pleasure. He could not understand why the other man had not showed up. This was a treat that many men would journey miles for.
He looked at her. She was really it, the skilled cocksucker. She sucked it gently, then harder and faster. He thought to himself that someday she would become one of the average women Her model's body would take on fat, and her hair would be scarred by hair dyes of different shades as she tried to recapture its former silkiness. She might even have screaming kids, the products of unprotected fucking. Once women have children and are chained to their homes they change, he knew, and become spiteful and emotional Dullness sets in.
Her head bobbed. She was not a private person. She was sensual. She seemed to be enjoying fellating him. He started looking down at her mound and the curly hair. He was sure that it was wet and he began to think of shoving his dick in her sexhole. If she was this good at giving head, what a screw she must be, he thought.
He remembered what a friend had told him about women who loved to suck pricks-that they love to have their pussies lapped.
He pulled his cock out of his fellatrix's mouth and she looked at him questioningly. "Wasn't it good?'
"Yes," he replied.
"Why didn't you come in my mouth?" she asked. "So many men like doing that."
He nodded, then lifted her up and kissed her, letting his tongue snake into her mouth and feeling her ass cheeks and letting his finger slide into her cunt lips. He let it slide in and began to finger-fuck her. Her ass began to move as she rode his finger. His prick was still hard and he felt her hand grip it and she began to frig it. Her tongue danced with his as they held the kiss. She broke the kiss and looked at him.
"You'd better lie down and let me hump you," he said urgently. "The way you're jacking me off I'll come in a few minutes."
She had a hot glazed look in her eyes as she let him lead her to the bed. She lay on her back and parted her thighs and he saw her slit. He mounted her and felt glorious as his cock eased into her wet pussy. Her cunt was wet and some of the love juice oozed out of her and wet his thighs. It had a stringent odor.
She was really aroused and she sighed, "Give me every inch of that cock. I wanted cock tonight and I thought about having a cock in me tonight. It wasn't yours, but now yours will do."
He balled her, and in no time she was writhing and churning in ecstasy.
"Ohhhhhhh, baby, do it!" she moaned.
She was enjoying herself and he felt more of her love cream ooze from her. She was a real hot bitch, he thought. They screwed wildly. Her cunt was well muscled and well trained and she used it like it was another mouth. She drove him crazy, and he began to feel his orgasm forming. It started tingling and he arched, and she knew that he was about to ejaculate and she smiled "Come in me, sweetheart, give me every drop of that stuff. I love it. I can't get pregnant, I take the pill."
He let go in her and felt the jets of hot jism spurt in her. Her cunt sucked up and down on his tool, urging every drop out of his cock. It was a thrilling lay, something different for him. He was very aware that every woman was a different type of ass.
When she stiffened, her nails dug into his back. "I'm coming, too," she gasped. Her body quivered as she came once and then again.
Then they lay on the bed and he kept looking at her pussy. He had an erotic desire to eat her.
She noticed him staring at her love hole.
"What's so interesting about my cunt?" she asked.
"I have a desire to eat it," he said.
She frowned. "It's so wet and sticky now."
He got his hands on her big ass and parted her legs wider and began to move his face toward her wet notch.
"I've just got to eat your twat," he said excitedly.
"You eat your wife?" she asked.
He didn't answer. He was kissing and licking her loins. Then she felt him open her cunt lips and start licking her pussy. Waves of deep pleasure engulfed her and she sighed.
"Ahhhhhh, that's soooooggggooooooddddddd," she exhaled.
She could hear his loud lickings and his lapping. She felt even wetter down there than before and she was sure that she was lubricating.
He stopped, and she missed his hot breath, "Do you like it?" he asked. "Do you like your pussy lapped?"
"I love it," she sighed.
He started eating her again.
"Keep sucking it, lover," she urged. "I want to come."
She saw that he liked to talk dirty and decided that she was going to give him what he liked. She wanted more stiff prick in her and she also wanted to suck his cock some more.
As he sucked, she stared at his dick and saw it regain its former stiffness. The sight excited her. He had a nice rod and she liked the big hairy balls.
His tongue found her clitoris and she lost control of herself and gripped his ears.
"Ohhhhh, don't stop, eat me, eat me good," she urged.
She ground her cunt against his tongue as it moved across her swollen clitoris. Electric thrills shot through her. She arched her hips as she climaxed and then she looked down at him.
"Lick my asshole, I'd like that," she said. She was sure that he wouldn't-no man had when she had asked them-but she still asked. She had had it done once by an Italian kid years age and she had enjoyed it.
To her surprise, she felt his tongue find he? asshole and he began to lick it.
"Now, kiss my ass," she urged.
He peppered her smooth white cheeks with kisses.
"You are a real animal, aren't you?" she asked.
He was breathing hard. "I've never been like this. I just feel more uninhibited than I ever have in my life."
She began moving as he kissed her behind an then he started eating her pussy. She opened her eyes and she saw his stiff prick staring at her. She was in deep rapture as she looked at the plum-like head and licked her lips. She had enjoyed going sixty-nine before. His prick looked long, hard and fat, and she remembered how good it had tasted in her hot mouth before. She licked it, and then she gripped it with her hands and cupped his balls. Then she mouthed it and began to suck it. It had an immediate effect on him, and he bathed her pussy with his saliva as his tongue traveled in and out faster than before.
He began to quiver and she knew that it wouldn't be long until he came and flooded her throat with hot come. She came first, but she still sucked wildly.
Her mouth stroked his cock, and he shot in her mouth. She gobbled his sperm. It kept gushing into her mouth in jets and she swallowed it.
Later, as they lay back, she looked at him. "Wow, that was really something. I guess we are all animals. You lock two people up in a room and they really go back to nature, don't they?"
He nodded.
"I want to fuck once more. Do you think you can get it up again?" she asked.
"I'll have to rest. Then, if you suck me a bit, it'll get warmed up," he promised.
"I can't get enough sometimes," she explained, "and other times one screw and one come is enough. I really don't understand it."
"You got a beautiful ass," he complimented. "A cunt that grabs a dick like a hand and a nice pair of tits. If I was a robot, I'd enjoy fucking you around the clock."
She smiled. "Thanks."
"I hate women with big pussies that are loose," he said.
"I gather your wife had a tight one?" she interjected.
"Yes. It's loose now, but she knows how to position herself to make it tight," he revealed.
"All women do," she laughed. "It's part of the feminine mystique."
He reddened. "She's good in bed. She knows how to do it," he said weakly.
She laughed. "You don't have to defend your wife to me. You don't hear me talking about the guy who stood me up."
She had a sensuous smile as she snaked down on the bed and her ass turned so that it faced his face. She gripped his prick and kissed the head of it, then licked it like a lollipop.
She kneaded and squeezed his flaccid cock.
"Ahhhhh," he gasped as she worked it. It started to stiffen in her hand.
"I want it hard again for one last wild fuck," she sighed. "I have one big come left in me, 1 can feel it."
He wanted her to suck it and he knew that if she took it in her mouth it would get harder Hard enough to enter her steaming pussy. He could see the hot hairy hole of her cunt.
"I love to come," she said. "It's a short delicious feeling, but what a feeling! I know people who can't come, and they really are edgy and go ape trying to."
He shrugged. "You sound like you have sex on your mind all the time."
"I do," she said. "Most of the time. I think about it all day."
"You really wear sexy silk panties," he said. "Does the silk really excite women?"
She nodded. She was still playing with his dick. It was almost rigid. Then she kissed the head of his dick and slowly lowered her head, taking the length of the tool into her mouth.
He groaned and twitched under her sucking, red-hot mouth. He saw her parted thighs and the hairy lips of her cunt near his face. As she blew him, he lost control and he buried his face in her twat. He began sucking it and his tongue found her sensitive clitoris.
They thrilled each other with their oral ministrations. She had the first orgasm. She arched, and it was an earthquake orgasm that shook her like a cat shaking a mouse. Her legs were trembling and so were his.
He wanted to come badly, but she untangled them and sat on her haunches.
"Now we fuck, baby. I'll bet you really wanted to shoot a load down my throat, didn't you? Tell the truth now," she urged.
His cock was standing upright.
"Yes," he admitted.
She lay back and she parted her legs. He saw her inflamed pussy. He moved over her and she gripped his wet peter and guided it to her wet pussy. He slipped in and out of her wet cunt. He moved up and down and she twisted under him with circular motions.
"Ohhhh, honey, that's great," he said.
"lift my ass," she said. "You don't have it all in.
He obeyed, and the last few inches of his cock entered her split. He rode her and grabbed her breasts, and when they were hard he teased her nipples with his finger.
She gasped under him. He realized that he was just another instrument of pleasure and that he was a pickup and there was no romance involved in what they were doing. It was just pure carnal lust.
He rucked her resolutely, wanting to see her face as she came. He liked seeing a woman's face when she had an orgasm. Each one had a different look. It was strange, but true.
It was obvious that she was all for sex and had no hangups. Although he realized that this orgasm would be his last with her, he was sure that she had taken many a cock up that asshole of hers, in between those satin-smooth ass cheeks. He was sure that she had performed every sex act there was, including getting fucked between her beautiful red-tipped tits.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuuuuuuuuccccckkkk,' she sobbed.
He was sweating from the effort. His cock fell like a big pole rammed up her. Her ass was whipping from side to side.
"It's so good," she sighed.
It was obvious to him that she had a constant need for sex. She was also erratic. She came quickly sometimes, and other times she took a long time to be brought to a climax.
He could feel the heat generating between them. She could feel his rigid peter stroking in and out of her.
"Move it, you bitch," he ordered. "Tell me how much you like it."
She was in no mood to talk.
He asked her again, "Tell me."
She was breathing hard.
"Tell me or I'll pull out," he warned her.
Her eyes took on a look of fear. "No, no, I'll tell you. I like it."
He was eager to dominate her now. "You like what?" he asked.
A look of understanding crossed her face. "I like to be fucked by your big cock. I love a dick in my hot cunt." She knew that the more obscene her words were the more they excited her, and she started to screw faster.
He felt her pubic hair rubbing against his as his cock moved in her sex hole. She was wriggling under him. Her pussy was flooding with her own juices.
Then she cried, "I'm coming!"
She came strongly and they kept screwing. "I want you to come too, lover, so badly. I want you to cream in me."
His passion-torn brain signaled his answer, "Yes, baby, I want to shoot in you. I love your cunt."
He groaned as she wiggled under him and he came in her. He ejaculated again and again.
Then she got up and he got up and they kissed. His peter shrank and she laughed.
"I think that we both had enough," she said. "Thank you."
He got dressed, and as he left he said, "Good night."
She smiled. "I hope your wife doesn't want it. You'd never get that cock up with a crane right now."
He had not been gone long when Glenda heard the door open softly. Thinking it was Jim back for more, she called half-laughing from the John, "What'd you do, baby-find that crane to prop your cock?"
It was not Jim who opened the bathroom door, but Glenda didn't realize it until too late. Nor did she have time to cry out as the leather lash of a whip wrapped itself cruelly about her neck. Mercifully, she was unconscious before the killer really got to work on her ... nor did she regain her senses in this world....
CHAPTER SIX
Cindy felt restless after she awoke from her nap. She left her room and decided to go for a walk. The fresh air felt good. She could hear traces of laughter from the cocktail lounge and she headed there.
It was dark as she entered, and then her eyes got accustomed to the dark and she found a bar stool and sat down between two men. The bartender drifted before her.
"Help you, lady?" he asked.
"Martini, very dry," she said.
The bartender left to prepare the drink. Cindy looked into the dimly lit bar mirror. She looked better because of the sleep. She never seemed to be able to get enough sleep since she had married.
The bartender brought the drink and placed it before her. "One twenty-five," he said.
"Here," said the man beside her. "She's too pretty to pay for her own drinks." He handed the bartender a bill.
"No, I'll pay for my own," said Cindy.
The bartender ignored her and took the man's bill. He went to the register and rang up the drink and then waddled back with the change.
"You shouldn't have done that," Cindy protested. "I'm waiting for my husband."
"That's okay," he said.
She finished her drink and the bartender brought another one. This time he introduced her to the man beside of her. "Cindy, this is Andre," he said.
She nodded to him.
He bought still another martini for her. She was really starting to feel good. Then she had another. She started to feel warm and Andre suggested that they go out in the cool air.
Another man left with them. She felt dizzy when they got outside and Andre held her arm.
"I'm woozy," she said. "I'd better go back to my room."
Bill smiled at her. "You can go to ours, it's closer."
"No," she protested, but he steered her firmly and in no time Andre was opening the door. She entered, and the other man got out a bottle and mixed another drink.
He handed it to her. "Hair of the dog that bit you. I'm Bill." he said. She downed it.
Andre guided her to a couch and she lay down. She closed her eyes and relaxed. In a few moments, she felt her skirt being raised. She opened her eyes just as she saw Andre pull down her panties.
"Don't," she yelled, as Andre's finger found her cunt and slid between its lips. She was wet down there and she squirmed and Andre fingered her faster.
Bill kissed her and she felt him unbuttoning her blouse, then unhooking her bra as his mouth found hers and his tongue probed her throat. She stiffened and she realized that there was a mouth on her pussy and that Andre was eating her. He was quite good at it and she felt his tongue torment her clitoris.
Bill had her bra completely off and was working on her nipples with his fingers, teasing them She felt hotter, and realized that Andre had her on the verge of an orgasm with his tongue. She shivered, and Bill broke the kiss.
"Are you hot?" he asked.
"Yes," she said.
He got up as Andre still ate her, and stripped. His clothes spilled in a pile on the floor. His cock was rigid.
Bill reached over and pulled Andre by the hair. "Enough of that, lover, the lady needs real loving," he grinned. Andre got up and started to strip, and Bill pulled her skirt off. When she saw Andre nude, his meat was up too. He had a nice looking white cock. Andre lay down on his back on the bed and Bill guided Cindy over his cock.
"Put it in for him," Bill urged.
"Look, my husband-" she started to say.
Bill laughed. "What's another grain of rice out of a sackful?"
Cindy nodded. She was passionate, so why not? She guided his cock into her wet hole. It felt good and she moved her ass, rotating her slit about the prick. It felt great.
They began to screw. The peter moved in and out of her. She heard Bill's footsteps, but she was too busy to notice what he was doing.
Then she felt his fingers at her asshole and the cool dampness of lubricant. She felt him rub the gooey stuff all around it and then in it He's going to fuck me in the ass! She wanted to get off Andre's cock, but it felt too good.
She felt Bill's cock at her puckered rear entry and she shivered as it slid in.
Both men fucked her and Cindy screamed, "Oh, God, oh, God."
Andre's cock moved in and out of her cunt with a long, lingering, sucking noise. She felt a prickling sensation in her bowels where Bill's cock reamed her. She felt his swollen, wet flesh deep up her.
"Does it hurt you?" she heard Bill ask.
She shook her head, trembling from the effort of both penises in their respective holes. Her ass cheeks jiggled as she moved. She felt a combination of pain and pleasure. Her breasts felt tight and hard and her nipples tingled. Oh, if someone were sucking her titties now too, what a thrill that would be, she thought.
Both men were pumping faster now and she heard Bill gasp, "You want both our loads, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, yes," she replied.
She wiggled and her cunt lips had almost the same suction on Andre's prick as her mouth would. The screwing became more urgent. She knew that both men wanted to come in her, that part of the masculine dominance syndrome was creaming in a woman, expelling their jism in her-their life-making sperm.
Bill gripped her ass. "She has a beautiful ass," he said aloud for Andre's benefit.
Cindy's senses were sharp and urgent. She felt his prick move in her fatty cunt, hitting her clitoris and sending electric thrills through her. She clamped his prick with her pussy and Andre sighed, "Man, she sure knows how to use that hole!"
She moved like one possessed. She wanted their come in her and she wanted to drain both pricks dry. The thought of them shooting in her rear and in her pussy excited her. She wiggled her cunt frantically up and down on the cock.
Then she felt Andre's prick pulsing and his body stiffen and she heard him cry, "Agggggggghhh," and then she felt the jets of his love cream shoot in her slit.
"Keep fucking me," she cried.
He kept moving, but she felt his penis begin to soften as Bill still rammed his iron-stiff rod up her rear. She watched as Andre's soft dick slipped out of her pussy, and then Bill bent farther over and drove his cock deep in the sheath of her asshole. She felt dizzy from the new position and the liquor, plus the ramrod up her asshole.
Bill's hands gripped the cheeks of her bottom and she heard him say, "You love it, don't you?" She didn't answer.
He repeated himself. "Tell me how much you love it." "I love it," she said.
"Not that way," he frowned. "Tell me what you love."
"I love you fucking me in the ass," she sighed.
She smelled of cunt juice and jism. Her cunt was slick with Andre's spend. She felt Bill's cock throbbing in her behind and then he gasped as he let go in her.
"Come on, let's go," Cindy said, sometime later.
"Let's have dinner at the Hut. I hear that they have a pretty wild act there," Bill said.
"How wild is wild?" Cindy asked. "I went to a club where a guy and a girl were bare and the? balled to the tune of the Bolero."
Bill grinned. "They have a group of female impersonators there. It's something you gotta see. You'd swear that they were broads and they didn't have balls," he laughed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Frank Santon downed his drink and looked at the bartender. "That does it. I hate drinking alone," he announced.
"Why don't you go into town and get a massage?" The bartender winked.
Frank looked surprised. "This time of night?"
The bartender nodded, and handed him a card. "This is something different, Mr. Santon. You'll enjoy it."
"Really?" Santon asked.
"Sure, you never saw such beautiful girl masseuses."
"Women?" said Santon incredulously. "Sure," said the bartender. "They are the Vest"
Santon looked at the card. Veronica's Swedish Massages.
"Veronica, here I come," he laughed, getting up.
The bartender grinned. "Tell me about it when you get back, Mr. Santon."
Santon exited and did not answer.
The ride to town was peaceful. He tuned in a rock 'n' roll station and listened to the music. He felt good and the drinks relaxed him. He found Veronica's with little trouble and parked his car in front. Then he walked upstairs.
The woman who greeted him was quite attractive. She wore a white smock like nurse's aides and dental technicians wear.
"I'm Veronica," she said. She was built like a brick shithouse and she looked good to Frank.
"I came here, dear, for a massage," he said.
"Fine," she said.
"Can I have you do it?" he asked.
"I'm the owner, the girls do it," she said, siting him up. He noticed that her eyes stopped at the bulge in his crotch and she licked her lips.
Boy, he thought, look at those lips. I'd sure like them around my tool.
"It's twenty five for the Swedish massage, thirty for the Finnish," she said.
"Ill take the Finnish," he said, opening his wallet and taking out a twenty and a ten.
"That's Helga, you'll like her," Veronica grinned.
Another girl with a nice ass, also wearing a white smock, led him upstairs. He entered a room and then Helga entered. She, too, wore a white smock.
"Hi," said Helga.
"Hi," said Frank.
"Get undressed," she said candidly.
Frank was nervous with anticipation as he stripped, and then he saw Helga take the smock off and saw that she was naked underneath. She had large-nippled breasts and a flat stomach and wide fleshy hips. He was nude when she guided him to a table and then began to rub him as he lay on his stomach. It felt good. "Roll over," she said. She put oil on his stomach and then greased his semihard cock.
"Baby, you got a fine piece of meat there," she said, with a glint in her eye. She jerked it and then massaged under his ball sac. It throbbed in her hand. "We're going to groove, baby," she said.
Frank looked at the round cheeks of her behind. She smiled at him. "You look at me like you like my ass." she said.
"It's very nice," Frank admitted.
"You want to put it up there or in my pussy?" she asked him.
She took a wet cloth and rubbed the oil from his stiff cock, and then she engulfed the cock in her mouth.
"Ohhhhhhhh." Frank gritted his teeth and groaned.
Frank felt his penis hardening as she sucked him. She was a skilled cocksucker. He had learned in his lifetime that cocksucking was an art. Many women who sucked did not know how to do it and hurt or scraped the penis with their teeth. Helga was good at it and her mouth was smooth as she worked it up and down the cock, while her tongue teased the hole at the top of the dick.
Helga was getting so hot that her head bobbed faster and faster on the throbbing tool. Then she let it slide out of her mouth. She led him off the massage table to a cot in the corner of the room Frank lay on his back and she loomed over him. holding his cock and guiding it to the mouth of her humid pussy as she lowered herself on it The head entered and then his whole cock slid in slowly.
"Ohhhhhhhhwwwwwweeeee," sighed Frank.
She moved and he gripped her big ass. She moved her buttocks and Frank's tool went ever deeper. Helga looked down at him, "I like a big cock," she told him, "and you have a nice one."
Frank was gasping with delight. What a massage! He felt his whole cock go into Helga and their stomachs slapped together. Their pubic hair mated. "Oh, fuck, fuck," sobbed Helga.
Frank was feeling his cock move in and out of her wet pussy. It was good. She was tight, and as he felt her smooth, velvety ass he got a great feeling of pleasure out of balling her. Her pussy felt juicy. His balls banged at her crack.
"Ohhhhhhh, I love to fuck," she cried. "Don't stop!"
Frank stiffened, not heeding her warning "Don't come yet. Come with me." He spurted in hot, lavalike jets and Helga felt it. "I feel all your hot cream," she sighed. "It feels good."
Slowly, his cock got as soft as butter and dropped out of her pussy. She got up and went into the bathroom and he heard the water running.
'That's it," she said, "unless you want to pay another ten dollars."
"For what?" asked Frank.
"I suck you off," Helga told him.
"I don't know if I can get hard again," he said frankly, looking at her.
"Ill get you hard," she promised. "You don't have to pay unless you do."
"Okay," said Frank.
She got to her knees as he sat on the cot and she kissed his prick and licked his balls, all the time handling the prick. It started to respond to her ministrations. Slowly, the cock got harder and harder.
Helga took her mouth off it. "I'm going to make it as hard as steel," she promised. Her tongue and her lips worked wonders, and when he had a hard-on she smiled at him and let his cock out of her mouth. "lie back and I'm going to give you the best suck you ever had in your life," she said. "I just feel like sucking a big cock right now."
Frank laughed to himself. How many cocks has she sucked in her life? he thought. And how many cocks has she sucked today? He lay back.
He shivered as her talented mouth worked on the sensitive penis. Her head bobbed and he reached out and ran his fingers through her silky hair. He had the urge to feel his prick actually in her mouth. He reached down and felt it, and then felt her sucking lips and took his hand away. She kept fellating him.
"That's marvelous" he sighed.
Her cocksuckng ability was phenomenal, and Frank was sure that the bartender had experienced Helga or one of the other women there, judging by his recommendation.
She kept washing his cock with her tongue, and when the cock was in her mouth she milked it with her lips. He began breathing fast.
She took her mouth off it. She looked at him. "Not yet, I want to suck you more. You were going to go off."
"Yes, yes, I was," he admitted.
She mouthed him again and he lay back like a drowsy animal, his eyes heavily lidded. She sucked him, her big tits swaying from side to side. His face was a mirror of lust and his lips were parted. "Oh, do it, please do it," he begged.
She complied, and, after fifteen minutes of skilled sucking, after stopping him from ejaculating with her mouth pressure two more times, she let him squirm and then squirt She drank his ejaculation with gusto.
"God, that was wonderful," he sobbed.
She cleaned him off with a washcloth and he paid her the ten dollars.
He kissed her. She was surprised.
"Men don't usually kiss me after I've taken their load," she said.
Helga had a strange charm that intrigued Frank.
"So that was the Finnish massage?" he grinned.
"I am Finnish," Helga said. "I'm from Helsinki. I just love sex, so I work here. It's a licensed massage parlor and I don't have to worry about getting arrested." "I see," said Frank.
He left and drove back to the bar. The bartender looked at him. "Enjoy the massage?" he laughed.
Frank nodded. "It's really something else." "I told you," he said. "What are you drinking now?"
"The same," replied Frank. "Bourbon with water back."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jim Gregory smiled at Cindy. "What a nice day, that sun really is warm." Cindy walked beside him and smiled. "I always have loved the sun."
"What a place," smiled Jim. "Some of these people screw the first thing in the morning and the last thing at night."
Cindy laughed. "What's the matter with that?"
"Well, there are spiritual things in life," Jim pointed out. "I guess." Cindy shrugged. "You don't sound sure," he persisted. Cindy smiled. "Even atheists screw." Jim nodded. "That's a good point." "My aunt once told my mother that a woman's pussy was the hub of the world," Cindy related.
"That's another good point," Jim reflected.
Jim walked faster. "You know sometimes you're very different from other women, Cindy. I think that intrigues me a lot."
Cindy faced him for a moment. "That was a nice thing to say."
"I'm smart enough in the ways of life to know that women make the rules and you have to learn to understand them," Jim answered.
"You married me," Cindy said.
"I know," Jim agreed.
"I gave it a lot of thought, though. There is more to a woman than her pussy and her boobies."
"I'm glad to hear that," Cindy giggled.
"I never lived in a dream world like a lot of people. I knew that the world was a human jungle, when I was young," Jim said. He kicked a pebble out of his way.
Before his marriage, Jim had dealt with women who first used beauty, then sex, then flight, and then conquest. It was a pattern for women ever since Eve. He had played the game their way until he met Cindy. She had no pattern, and her actions seemed to stem from whims. That delighted him. There was no pretense about her. She was open and, like a window, he could see through her.
When they first had sex, he found her strangely fulfilling, and each time he enjoyed her more and more. At first he had no desire for marriage, but eventually he wanted to marry her. She had a strength about her. She believed in mind over matter.
like all people, Jim felt that he was his own worst enemy and that Cindy was her own worst enemy. People always give themselves credit for being smarter than they really are. Jim had learned through the years that he did. He had had a lot of death in his family and he had learned to enjoy pleasure while he was living.
There were times when Cindy looked beautiful to him and he felt desire for her swell up in him. When he worked, he realized daily that he worked in a world of strangers. He had never been a joiner and he had never really made too many friends out of strangers. Even when he drank, he drank alone. He understood money and what money could buy. He understood that he had a small circle of people that he knew and even a smaller circle of friends.
Sex excited him. It always had.
He turned to Cindy and smiled. "Let's go back to our place now."
"Okay," she agreed.
When they were in the room, they undressed quickly. Cindy seemed very much in the mood She was undressed first. He looked at her and her big breasts and firm body.
She smiled. "You look horny, honey."
"I am," he said.
They kissed, and he felt her breasts and tweaked the rubbery nipples. His hand slipped between her satin-smooth thighs and found he slit and his finger pressed into it. She was wet.
There was no shyness between them. There had not been for a long time. She reached for his cock and began to handle it. It got stiffer.
He heard her laugh. "Your cock reminds me of a stiff big rubber hose. I guess that's where some women get the term hose and hosing?"
"Maybe," he answered.
His finger found her button and she gasped,. "Oooooooo."
She seemed to get wetter. "Wow," she said, "you're really turning' me on."
She writhed a while and then she gasped, "Put it in me." She moved on her back and spread her thighs, and he saw the pubic forest and her red split. He parted it with his fingers and saw the wet mouth of her sex. He moved so that the head was at her hole, and she gripped his buttock cheeks and pulled, and his peter slid into her. When it was fully inserted, she started to thrash.
"I like it when it's all the way in like this," she said. "I know that I have a cock in me. That's important, knowing that."
She seemed tighter today, and he moved his peter in and out slowly. She let him exercise his role. He lifted her ass cheeks and his rigid cock plunged in her deeper.
"Ummmmmm," she sighed.
He screwed faster and she began to move under him. She seemed to be juicier, and then he stiffened and he felt the flood of his sperm jet in her.
She opened her eyes. "You came fast this time," she said. His cock began to soften quickly. He was a bit disappointed. He had the urge to get to her and give her a real good lay, to really be a man and wear her out. To lay, relay, and parlay her. When it was completely soft, his peter slid out.
"I didn't come yet," she said coldly.
He lay back, and she took his cock in her hand and fondled it. She was very hot, and he watched as she slid down and got her mouth to his languid cock and licked the sides and then the head. He felt it start to erect and a charge of delight shot through him. She sucked it and it got like steel in her mouth. She sucked until he felt that he would come if she did it a few minutes more, and he shoved her head off it and rolled her on her back. When it went in this time, he felt very masterful.
"I'm going to make you come so much that you'll beg me to stop," he warned.
He began fucking her and she worked with him. She was on fire and her pussy was so hot, he thought to himself, that it was like a furnace and would burn his cock off. It felt good, giving it to her. She began to moan. He liked that. He lifted her ass again and the cock found her depth.
"Wow, you've got it in deep," she sighed.
Her vagina tightened and she felt it milk his hard shaft as they screwed. Each time he plunged in, her rear went up so that she kept it deep in her hot sticky hole. She began to grind as they screwed.
"Oh, I really want it," she cried. "Give it to me."
He hammered at her. He was consumed by lust. He wanted her to come. He wanted her to scream out. Then a shock raced through her and he felt her tremble and speeded up his thrusts. She stiffened and yelled, "I'm coming!"
He held her ass as she came and kept screwing her and she had a second orgasm. His cock was still hard and he gloried in it, and she was breathing hard and fast.
He took his peter out and she sighed, "What are you doing?"
He moved her to her hands and knees and then entered her dog fashion. "We can get real deep this way," he said.
He looked at her beautiful ass as he screwed her dog fashion. He had seen a lot of asses in his life, but hers was really exciting and beautiful, and she knew it.
She moved away. "Sometimes, after sex, I feel dreamy," she confessed. "I feel dreamy now. I feel satisfied. It's a very good feeling."
"I'm glad," he said.
"I had an aunt, Aunt Clara, who loved to fuck. She got very old and she was sucking young men's dicks at seventy-eight and paying them She really wanted to die. She said that she had lived too long and that life was like a bottomless bag of popcorn. I was quite impressed with that description," she told him. "She finally died at eighty."
He nodded.
"You know, sometimes I feel evil. I believe that there is a certain amount of evil in everyone, do you believe that?" she asked. "I guess so," he admitted.
She glanced at him. "I tantalize you with my ass, don't I?" she asked. "And you think of ramming your dick up it, don't you?"
He didn't answer.
"My cunt is a symbol of power, but a woman's ass isn't really. I can control my pussy lips, but I can't control my asshole. When a dick is in there, I just take it-I feel it and I take it. It's degrading, but when a man stimulates a woman's cunt when he's buggering her, she feels a combination of pain and passion," she said.
"I know," he replied. "You told me before. You know who we are?" he asked.
"Who?" she shot back.
"The Odd Couple, that's who," he said.
"We both like pleasure," she interjected. "So we do have something in common."
"A cock in you any place galvanizes you to action," he said.
"I'm a female," she defended. "It excites a lot of other females. I've never kidded you or myself."
"Sometimes I feel that we are misfits, do you?" he asked.
"No," she said. "I think we belong."
"I have no defense against you," he said. " think if you asked me, I would kiss your naked ass in the middle of Main Street at high noon."
"My ass is like terra firma, it's going to be here a long time," she laughed.
"I didn't mean it that way," he said.
"How did you mean it, lover?" she asked.
"I meant that we are from the same piece of cloth, you and I," he explained. "I feel lousy when I know that you feel lousy. I care for you. Sometimes you tune me out, but you always tune me back in," he admitted.
A hard edge came to her voice. "When I want sex, I want it. I get impatient for it. My pussy is hot immediately when I think of getting fucked, and in a few moments it is wet. It's logical to me that when I want it I need it. I deserve to be fucked well. I'm made for it."
She thought to herself how when a cock first entered her it felt enormous. Then gradually in her mind's eye, and because of the sensitive nerves in her pussy, it assumed its real size. She liked a sexual man. He was sexual and she liked that about him. She loved virility. She hated queers and once, years ago, she had seen a man suck another off at a party and it made her sick to her stomach. When a man fucked steady, she realized that he was razor-sharp sexually. When they didn't get laid often, they seemed to get bored.
She had once told a beautiful woman, Natalie, who was about forty, "It must be wonderful to know that you are beautiful and sexy and that you can excite any man."
Natalie had replied, "You never know that."
Cindy never really knew the actual potency of a cock until it was deep in her. Then she felt it. She knew that it could trigger red-hot sperm in her, that it could torture her clitoris and excite her vagina. She knew that it could make her feel all woman. She knew that like all women she was like an iceberg-there was more to her under the surface. More than could be seen. She had hostility in her. When a dick was in her and she was writhing and moaning, she thought to herself, I want to make him feel like he's making me feel
She liked it when he moaned; it made it seem more delicious.
She had once had a lover who looked like a polite deer wearing glasses, but when he had a hard-on his cock was huge. When that dick had been up her, it felt like a telephone pole. When he came the first time, she had already come three times. They would fuck all night and sometimes she would have eight climaxes. She had never forgotten him.
Coming was a precious thing to her. It was an "important thing. The climax was the hope and the rainbow of fucking. She liked men with big cocks, but not simple-minded men. When she came, it hit her first in the pit of her gut, then in her cunt, and then it shot through every nerve in her body.
To take part in life, she had learned, you have to be interested in other people besides yourself She had learned to feel that she was not a machine and that she was not just a hole to be plugged by a hard cock. Once she had been tempted to tell the doctor to X-ray her cunt. She was curious if it were the way it should be. She never did, though.
Her reverie was abruptly halted when Jim stiffened and sat up, saying, "Did you hear that?"
"What?" Cindy countered. "I was miles away in my thoughts."
"I could swear I heard somebody outside our door. I'm going to look."
"Be careful, Jim," said Cindy, as her husband rifted his still sweaty body from the bed. He opened the door a crack, peered out, then slammed and locked the door behind him.
"Nothing-nobody," he said. "I must be getting the whammies."
"Come on back to bed, darling," said Cindy. She was horny again....
CHAPTER NINE
Yvonne felt very drunk as she looked around the room. She was very dizzy. She felt the other woman kiss her and hold her. She felt the woman's big, sensuous tits push into her through the cloth of her dress. The woman's tongue danced between her lips.
She broke the kiss and felt Yvonne's breast encased by her blouse and a bra. "You know what I am after, don't you?" the woman asked.
Yvonne looked at her and the woman started taking off Yvonne's blouse. When it was off, she removed her bra.
The woman smiled. "You have beautiful tits." She bent her head and sucked the nipples of one. Yvonne felt a twinge of desire go through her. The woman's hand cupped the other breast and teased the nipple.
"I forgot your name," said Yvonne, breathing hard.
The woman took her mouth off the nipple. "Sylvia. I've told you that several times now."
She unhooked Yvonne's skirt and pulled it down. It revealed light lavender panties that fitted her big ass skintight. She removed the silk panties.
She kissed Yvonne again and grabbed a handful of her firm buttocks as she broke the kiss. "You have a beautiful ass," she said. The twin globes were hard. She fondled them and felt the muscles in each silky cheek. Then Sylvia slipped her finger in Yvonne's bared hole.
"Ohhhhhh," sobbed Yvonne, "You've put your finger in my pussy."
She began to ride the finger as it excited her clitoris. "Oh, hell, I can really feel that," she gasped.
She watched Sylvia get to her knees and press her mouth to her hot grotto, and then she felt her tongue enter her pussy. The blood rushed through her veins, and she trembled as the hot tongue played its sex symphony on her pussy. Sylvia's hands gripped her ass as she sucked Yvonne's cunt. Her bottom ground against Sylvia's sucking mouth.
"Almhhhhhhhh," Yvonne cried out. "You're driving me crazy with your fucking tongue."
Sylvia kept tasting the fruits of Yvonne's femaleness. Yvonne rotated her body as Sylvia sucked her twat.
"My cunt is wet and boiling," Yvonne screamed.
Sylvia sucked harder, draining Yvonne's sex cave. "I'm coming," Yvonne announced, and then she climaxed.
Yvonne lay on the bed and watched Sylvia strip. She saw the woman's grapefruit-shaped breasts with their rosebud nipples, then the woman's domed stomach, and, below, the furry patch of silky pubic hair. She had well-shaped, satiny, columned thighs. Her ass was well curved.
Yvonne watched the nude woman go to a drawer and take out a rubber dildo. She belted it on. "lie back, baby," she told Yvonne, "I'm going to fuck you."
"I never had it from a woman," Yvonne said haltingly. "It won't hurt, will it?"
"Of course not," said Sylvia, mounting her and spreading her thighs and revealing a ready, wet cunt. She eased the dildo in slowly. Yvonne arched and tossed as the woman screwed her.
"Oh, it's good, good, good," sighed Yvonne, her face constrained in an expression of pure joy. The dildo hammered in and out of her pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, noooooooo, yessss, 00066. " cried Yvonne. Her pussy was slippery as the dildo raked in and out, and she clutched Sylvia to her. "It's like getting it from a man."
Yvonne moaned the sigh of a woman in ecstasy. She moved under the driving rhythm of Sylvia, who was screwing her wildly. She gasped as her legs entwined around Sylvia.
"I'm coming," she screamed.
"Come," urged Sylvia.
She climaxed. She came once and then again.
When Sylvia took the dildo out of her hot twat, it was wet with Yvonne's juice. "I'm so hot that I'm hung up," Sylvia said as she unhooked the dildo.
Yvonne looked at her. "I'm yours, honey. After what you've done for me, I couldn't refuse you anything."
Sylvia smiled.
Yvonne sucked Sylvia as Sylvia sucked her. Sylvia's tongue lashed, whipped and cleaned out Yvonne's humid pussy as Sylvia's mouth worked her split. Sylvia's hips writhed and then she climaxed. Yvonne quivered and she, too, came.
"Ooooooohh, that was great," she sighed. She smelled the scent of Sylvia's body. Sylvia looked at her.
"Ill bet you'd like to fuck me?" she said.
Yvonne thought about it for a moment. She wondered what it would be like to have that dildo on and slide it into Sylvia's receptive sex hole. She loved making it with men, but the experience with Sylvia had been exciting. She did not think of herself as being a lesbian; she thought of herself as a woman who was interested in having sex and took advantage of every opportunity. She had been lusty and a woman had been the only sex object around.
"I wouldn't mind," said Yvonne.
Sylvia nodded. "I thought you'd say that. Look, I fuck men, but I've enjoyed every woman that I went to bed with."
Sylvia bent down near Yvonne's stomach and leaned forward and peppered it with kisses. Yvonne spread her legs so that her cunt was visible. Then Sylvia dove her tongue into Yvonne's twat. She sucked until Yvonne came. Then she got up and brought the dildo to Yvonne. "Do me," she urged.
Yvonne put the dildo on and mounted Sylvia. She kissed her and sucked her breasts. Then she slid the dildo into the hot pussy.
As Yvonne rucked, Sylvia moved her big rump. Her pussy was a moist, palpitating tunnel of passion that the dildo moved in and out of. Sylvia began to moan. The more she moaned, the more Yvonne increased her thrusts.
She felt strange. She felt like a man with a big
cock, and when she looked down she could see the artificial prick moving in and out of Sylvia's throbbing gash. She felt the woman's burning body as it thrashed under her. It was electrifying and she felt herself climax from the friction.
Then Sylvia screamed, "I'm there, oh God, I'm swooning, there, I just camel
Yvonne kept fucking her. She had an uncontrollable urge to make her come again.
"I'm going to keep screwing you until you can't come any more," she told Sylvia. "I'd love that," Sylvia sighed. Yvonne moved the dildo in and out of Sylvia's accommodating cunt, and Sylvia sighed as she heard the swishing in her pussy.
"I'm really wet, baby, listen to that," she told her lover as she moved her shapely rear. She started to moan. "I'm getting turned on again," she said aloud. The hard tool moved deeper into Sylvia and it sent thrills through her and she began to buck. Yvonne reached under her and gripped her ass.
She moved the dildo in and out of the wet, hot passage. "You like being fucked by a woman, don't you, Sylvia?" she asked.
The woman was breathing hard and didn't answer.
"Answer me or I'll stop," Yvonne threatened.
Sylvia was thrashing now, passionate and sweaty. "No, don't stop, don't ever stop. Yes, I love it. I like being fucked by you. Is that what you want to hear?" she asked.
"Yes," Yvonne replied triumphantly. "Now tell me when you come. I want you to say it as you come, you hear me?"
Sylvia was grinding her sex hole against Yvonne's and the dildo was buried completely up her.
"You've got some box to take all this cock," Yvonne told her.
"What about your mousetrap?" asked Sylvia. "It isn't that small, either."
Sylvia began to churn. "I'm coming, baby, I'm really coming big," she announced. Yvonne fucked her faster and faster, and gripped the twisting buttocks. "Come again."
Yvonne felt strange. She felt all-powerful. The cleavage between Sylvia's cunt and her thighs was dripping wet from her orgasms, and her pussy lips were swollen.
"You bitch," Yvonne laughed. "Are you tired?"
Sylvia looked at her. "Why?"
"Because I'm going to lay you some more,' she smiled. "I love tickling that big cunt of yours with this cock."
Sylvia guided the prick back into her twat "Do it, baby, do it," she urged.
Yvonne started to fuck her again.
"I'm getting hot again," Sylvia told her. Her thighs quivered as Yvonne drove the dildo in and out of her. She breathed faster, possessed by passion.
"Screw me back, you impatient whore," laughed Yvonne as Sylvia writhed under her.
"I am," pleaded Sylvia. "See, I really am.' She arched up and Yvonne felt the full length of the dildo up her. She thrashed in complete abandonment. It seemed to Yvonne that the woman was in more sexual agony than she had been before the other climaxes, and then she felt Sylvia's body tense and the woman screamed, "Oh , hell, I'm coming again!"
Yvonne smiled to herself as the woman climaxed and her love juice wet the thrusting dildo. Then Sylvia lay back.
Yvonne took the tool out. Sylvia smiled. "Wow, that was great."
Sylvia got up and lit a cigarette and Yvonne studied her hips and her ass. She had a beautiful ass. Her breasts were also unusual They were large, succulent and sensitive.
"You want some real fun?" she asked Yvonne. "I mean more fun?"
Yvonne shrugged. "Why not? Don't tell me you've got a man stashed in a closet?"
"I've got something better and shell be getting off work in ten minutes," she said. She walked to the phone and dialed it. It rang and a voice at the other end answered.
"I want to talk to Sugar," said Sylvia.
She waited, and Sugar came to the other end of the line. Yvonne watched Sylvia.
"Sugar, come on over. I want to play and I have another playmate. Do you dig that?" she asked.
She turned to Yvonne. "She digs." She returned the phone. "Okay, dear, don't be long." Then she hung up.
Sylvia did not dress, so Yvonne stayed nude too. They had coffee and talked, and Sylvia told her how she loved to come. It was the greatest thrill in her life, she explained to Yvonne.
"A woman is like a toy to a man, but to a woman who knows how to make love to another woman, she can be a sex symphony," Sylvia explained.
Yvonne nodded. "I guess so."
Sylvia pouted. "Haven't you noticed how many women are lez today? They used to play it closet and attempt to be feminine, but now they don't. Every day I see women staring at my ass and my tits, and I look in their eyes and I can see that they want to suck my cunt and my tits and maybe fuck me with a hard dildo." Sylvia smiled at her. "You like men better, don't you?"
Yvonne nodded. "Yes."
"Wait until my surprise gets Here. You may change your mind," suggested Sylvia. "Sugar is something else."
"Well, I'll try anything once," laughed Yvonne, "and if I like, I'll do it again."
Sylvia looked at Yvonne's cunt and Yvonne followed her gaze there. "You have a nice-looking twat," Sylvia said. "It's got a nice-looking entrance." She giggled, licking her tongue over her lips sexually. "You're very delicious."
There was a knock on the door and Sylvia got up and opened it. "Come on in," she said.
Yvonne watched the woman come in. She caught her breath. The woman was beautiful, a Negress about twenty-five. She had on a miniskirt that revealed her shapely legs and thighs, and a blouse that was pushed out by huge melon-like breasts. Yvonne could see the upper halves of the huge mounds in the unbuttoned cleavage.
She sauntered in and threw her bag on the couch as Sylvia shut the door. Sylvia turned and looked at Yvonne. "Yvonne, this is Sugar."
Yvonne smiled. "Hi," she said.
Sugar started taking off her blouse. "Looks like you two have been having fun," she said.
"And how," said Sylvia.
Yvonne watched as the blouse was shed. The woman had on a half-bra that housed her huge brown breasts. She unhooked it and took it off and the big breasts jounced. The skirt followed and Yvonne gazed at the bikini panties and could see the hairy bush underneath. Sugar whisked the panties off and the promise of me bush was there, all right.
When she was naked, she turned to Sylvia. "What do you want to do first?" she asked.
Sylvia grinned. "I want to suck Yvonne's cunt while you eat me," she announced.
"Groovy," said Sugar.
Yvonne followed Sugar as Sylvia led her to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, the action happened fast. Sylvia, feeling frisky, fell on the bed and spread her thighs, and Sugar dropped to her knees, her mouth at Sylvia's waiting pussy. She smiled and looked at Yvonne. "I'm going to He back, Yvonne baby, and you come here and sit on my face so I can eat that beautiful hole."
Yvonne obeyed, and Sylvia sucked her clitoris first and then let her tongue dance into her vagina. She could hear the sucking noise coming from between Sylvia's thighs as Sugar sucked her pussy. It disturbed Yvonne as she moved passionately. Sylvia's tongue worked her hot button and she shuddered as she felt Sylvia's body tremble from Sugar's ministrations.
She looked down and watched Sylvia's tongue and her mouth as she alternately licked and sucked her vagina. It felt great, and she looked at Sylvia's closed eyes and the lustful look on her face and knew that she was getting great thrills from Sugar's love-making.
She felt herself nearing a climax and she sighed, "Ooohh, Sylvia, eat it, eat it, suck it! Suck!"
She felt her cunt sheathe Sylvia's tongue, and then she felt Sylvia stiffen and realized that Sugar had made her come.
The sucking between Sylvia's legs stopped and the only noise was Yvonne's frenzied breathing and Sylvia's sucking. Then Yvonne stiffened and sighed, "Ohhhhh, there I go, honey," as she came.
The next coupling was on the floor. Sugar lay down and spread her legs, and Yvonne saw the pink lips of her cunt and the kinky pussy hair. She watched as Sylvia buried her head between the thighs and sucked Sugar's box. In no time, Sugar was hot and her hands ran through Sylvia's hair as the woman excited her. Yvonne got hot watching and she heard Sugar cry out, "Eat her cunt, honey. I'll bet it's hot and juicy."
"No, I'll just watch," Yvonne said.
"Suit yourself," said Sugar, breathing hard. "She sure can eat a cunt," she sighed, as her hand ran through Sylvia's silky hair.
Yvonne moved and stared at the cunt lips of Sylvia's pussy. She realized that she had not seen many cunts in her life other than her own, and she was interested in the fact that her cunt, Sylvia's cunt, and Sugar's cunt were all shaped differently, and they all had different clitorises and cunt lips and pubic hair. It was an unusual discovery.
She studied the silky blackness of her hole and wondered what it did when a cock was in it. Sylvia's pussy was wet and it glistened. Maybe she should suck it, thought Yvonne; it would really excite Sylvia and she would eat Sugar up. Then she thought better of it and watched Sugar's face as she sighed with the pleasure that Sylvia was giving her.
Sugar rubbed her big breasts together as Sylvia sucked her and then teased her nipples. "It's gggoooooooodddddddd," she cried. "I love to be sucked. I love to suck. I love cunt. Women know how to make each other feel good. A man pumps his load in you and if you come, fine. If not, that's tough. I have to come. I'm nervous if I don't. Oooooooooh, here I go."
She thrashed and stiffened and Sylvia lapped and sucked, and finally Sugar lay back and Sylvia took her mouth away from her steaming pussy.
Sylvia got up and so did Sugar. Sugar moved toward Yvonne.
"I'd sure like to suck you, honey," she said. "Now that I've gotten off and I'm calmer. It calms me to come."
Yvonne looked at her coldly. "Maybe later."
It was Sylvia who made the move. She grabbed Yvonne, and the action was so fast that when Sylvia tripped her, Yvonne fell back. As she hit the floor, Sylvia was atop her. Sugar jumped to the floor beside them and Sylvia rasped, "Spread her legs and get it, Sugar. Once it gets good to her, she'll thank you."
The black girl was excited, and as Sylvia held the struggling Yvonne down, Sugar obeyed and parted her luscious thighs. Her tongue licked the pouting lips of her cunt. Then she shoved her tongue in and out like a penis. She felt Yvonne react and moved to her hard clitoris, which was gorged with blood. Yvonne shuddered.
"Nooooooo ... oh ... nooooo," Yvonne was sobbing.
Yvonne was moving her lush hips and she felt Sylvia shift and start to kiss her mouth. She was on fire down below; the Negro girl was a great cunt lapper, and she was really turning her on. She felt Sugar lift her ass and part her cheeks. She stiffened as Sugar's finger found her asshole and slowly penetrated it. It was an erotic feeling.
Sylvia was kissing her now and rubbing her tits against her own as Sugar muffed her. She felt as if she were on a cloud. "What had started out as a rape was becoming a seduction, Yvonne realized. She came once and Sugar still sucked even as Yvonne's love juice wet her mouth.
Sylvia got up and Yvonne lay there willing letting Sugar suck her off. "Give her your lily white body, Yvonne," Sylvia laughed. "She really wants it."
Yvonne moved her pussy against Sugar's mouth and cried out as she came again.
Sugar kept sucking, but Yvonne watched as Sugar repositioned herself as she still kept her mouth on her pussy. When she sighed, she realized that Sugar's gash was just over her mouth She looked up and saw Sylvia smiling down on her.
"She wants to go sixty-nine," Sylvia said. "She has a delicious box. If you never had black pussy, now's your chance."
Yvonne clenched and unclenched her fist. Sugar was really getting her hot again. Then Sugar made the move. She lowered her gash right on Yvonne's mouth. Sugar's tongue teased Yvonne's clitoris, and then Sugar gasped as Yvonne thrust her tongue into her wet gash.
Yvonne gripped Sugar's twisting black buttocks and scarfed on her twat.
"Do it," laughed Sylvia. "Make that black bitch come. You want to, don't you? It'll be a thrill, and you're like me-you live for thrills."
Yvonne felt good and she could not really explain the feeling. It was different with Sugar sucking her and her sucking Sugar-than it had been with Sylvia. It was really exciting. It was good.
Sugar seemed to know what sensitive spots of her cunt to suck on or touch with her tongue, and Yvonne just sucked Sugar's pussy and drove her tongue in and out. She knew that she was exciting her because the woman's ass tried to pull itself free from her grip. She felt happy, and then she felt Sugar tense and stiffen and her tongue push in and out of her torrid cunt faster and faster, and she realized as the musky-odored liquid ran into her mouth that Sugar had climaxed.
She felt wild as Sugar finished her off and she came too.
They had coffee and cake, and then Sugar motioned to her. "I'd like to make love to your ass, Yvonne," she said.
Yvonne let her guide her to the couch and then lay face down. She felt the Negress kiss her ass cheeks and then lick every inch of her buttocks. As her legs parted, the Negro woman's mouth found her cunt again and began to suck her.
"Hey, can't you get enough of that twat?" Sylvia asked.
Yvonne sighed and breathed hard. "Leave her alone, Sylvia, I'm going to come again any moment."
Sugar's slow-moving tongue in her pussy was driving her crazy. Then she felt the pop and she knew that she had come again.
They all got dressed, and Sugar kissed Yvonne as she started to leave. "That was one helluva blast, baby," she said.
"What about me?" asked Sylvia.
Sugar smiled, showing her white teeth. "You know that you have a fourteen-carat pussy, baby; I don't have to tell you."
After Sugar left, Sylvia was hot again, and she undressed Yvonne and ate her. It was slower this time and it took Yvonne longer to climax but she felt that it was the biggest climax that she had ever had in her whole life. She wondered about herself. She wondered if this was going to be the start of a pattern that would continue the rest of her life.
Later, their lesbian appetites slaked at last, Yvonne and Sylvia showered and dressed and left the room for cocktails and dinner. Both of them were half-starved from their lengthy exertions.
It was Sylvia who stumbled over Sugar's leg sticking out of the linen closet door down the hall. She tripped and would have fallen headlong had Yvonne not caught her. At first, neither girl knew what it was ... and when they found out, they wished they hadn't.
The lush, lovely, black angel had been bloodily and brutally murdered. In fact, she was all but flayed alive....
CHAPTER TEN
The snoring bothered Frank and he got dressed and left the room. The night air was cool. He started to walk, and then he heard footsteps behind him. He kept walking, but the footsteps seemed to be catching up, so he slowed down.
The blond woman came up alongside him. As she passed, he looked at her tight slacks and the round rear that was packed into them. She wore a tight pink sweater that matched her pint slacks. Her shoes were also pink.
She turned and looked at him. "Get a good look at my rear?" she asked.
Frank gulped.
"Come on, buddy, relax. "I'm like you, couldn't sleep so I'm out for some air," she laughed. "I'm married too, but I'm married to a rabbit. Sixty seconds and he comes and that's it for the night. I'm really horny," she admitted.
She moved alongside Frank and grabbed his hand. "Let's walk together," she smiled. "I hate walking alone." They walked and she smiled at him. Her eyes were heavily made up but it looked good on her.
"Let's get some coffee," she said. "My name is Marilyn Wade."
"I'm Frank," He said.
She laughed. "Are you earnest, Frank?"
They walked on and she spotted the cafe in front of the motel and they headed toward it. They went in and had coffee and talked.
"I'm buxom," she said. "Other people have told me that I'm fat."
"You're buxom," Frank agreed. "I like women like you-they look soft and sexy.
"Like a mattress," she teased.
They talked about automation. She had a job with a manufacturing company, and she told Frank how many people had been laid off because of computers.
"Hell," she grinned. "Some guy is probably working right now on a computer that will screw."
"That's something to look forward to," said Frank.
"For me," laughed Marilyn, "but not you, you're a man. Men need a pussy to stick it into, unless they are queers. Did you ever see a queer suck another off? I did. It's something else. You know, they actually shoot in each other's mouths."
Frank studied her shoulder-length blond hair and realized for the first time that she was a real blonde, and that her golden hair was not dyed.
"Sex is a state of mind," she said, sipping her coffee, "A man can't get it up with one woman, and with another woman it goes up the moment he gets near her."
Frank nodded. "That's true."
Marilyn fiddled with her coffee and Frank let his eyes stray over her figure, then back to his cup.
"You've got some body," he said in admiration.
"You know, I believe in psychology," she explained. "I think that the inmates are really running the asylum today."
"You may be right," Frank agreed.
She finished her coffee and turned to him and smiled. "Did you notice that there is a motel here?"
"Yes," replied Frank.
"Why don't we get a room?" she winked.
"Why don't we?" Frank winked back.
He watched her voluptuous curves as she got up. The sight of her rolling ass beneath her slacks gave him an immediate hard-on.
He watched her tits bounce under her sweater as she walked.
When they got to the motel office, he walked in and signed Mr. and Mrs. Ray Smith. The manager smiled and gave him a key.
"L14," the manager said.
"Thank you," replied Frank. He walked out side, where Marilyn was pacing. Frank looked around for L14, spotted it, and took her arm.
"The room is this way," he said, leading her.
Inside the room she took off her sweater, and her bulging breasts overflowed from her blue half-bra. She unhooked it, and the big breasts still stood out like two big cones of white gorgeous flesh with pink nipples on the points.
Her blue eyes glinted as she unhooked her slacks and took them off, revealing her blue bikini pants, which she lowered to her ankles and then kicked off. She had a hairy blond mound, and as she spread her legs to kick off her shoes Frank saw the red-lipped split between them.
She smiled. "Get undressed and quit looking at me. You can look at me when we are screwing and you have your dick in me," she told him.
Frank stripped as fast as he could. Marilyn had already pulled back the bedcovers and adjusted the pillows and gotten into bed. She turned out the lights, but left one lamp on. When he was nude, he went over to the bed and she smiled and said, "Get in." He got in and her hand felt his stiff prick. "Ummmmmmmmm, that's great. Your cock feels so hard, I like that," she told him. Then she laughed. "You know, people are not eating tuna because there is too much mercury in it. I wonder what would happen if a woman ate cocks and they had too much mercury in them?"
He liked her sulky lips and her taut-fleshed body. She turned to him.
"I want to lay you; but first, I want you to do me a favor?" she asked.
Frank looked puzzled. "A favor?" he queried.
She slowly was jerking his stiff penis. The knob was red and the veins stood out.
"I like to suck a man and see him come. I want to blow you first, and just when you are about to come I want you to take it out of my mouth and put it between my tits and let go and come over them," she told him, her eyes gleaming lustfully.
Frank didn't answer.
"Look, honey, I'll get you hard again, you can bet on that," she told him. "Okay," Frank said.
He watched her kiss the head of his dick and then lick the length. Then her head bobbed and the whole cock was in her mouth. Frank reached out and hand-weighed the big breasts and teased the nipples.
He was very virile. She sucked and sucked, and it felt good but he didn't come. He was deeply aroused by her sucking. She was an excellent cocksucker. Then he felt her take her mouth off it and look at him. He was still holding her big breasts.
"Hey, you're all man," she said, enthused "When are you going to come?"
Frank blushed. "I'm about to come, you just keep sucking."
She took the penis back in her mouth and her lips tightened and she resumed blowing him. He felt butterflies in his stomach as he began to feel himself about to come. Her hot tongue flicked out and it seemed to sear his tender cock. Her head bobbed faster and faster, and his hands left the big breasts and ran through her hair.
Oh, suck me, he thought to himself. He loved having a woman down on him; it made him feel all-powerful and all man. Women were really at their best with a dick in their mouths, he thought, they couldn't talk with that big peter in there, but they could give pleasure to a man and that's what they were made for.
He felt himself throbbing and took his cock out of her mouth and placed it between her ample breasts.
"Fuck me between my tits," she urged.
Frank was surprised that her tits felt like a cunt, and he obeyed. He felt his passion boiling over and he announced, "I'm coming!"
Her eyes glittered as she replied, "Come, lover!"
The first jet of sperm shot between her tits, and she rolled them to spread the hot white cream all over her breasts. He came again, and this time it hit her neck and stayed there. His third and last spurt went between her two breasts and she rolled them, getting an equal amount on both breasts.
"That's wonderful," she said, releasing his spent peter.
He watched as she used her finger to capture some of the sperm and put it to her mouth. She licked it off as if it were honey.
"Ill bet you think I'm some sort of freak?" she asked, still fingering up semen and eating it.
"No, I believe everyone should do his own thing," Frank said tolerantly.
"Did you think that my tits felt like a cunt when you had your dick between them?" she asked.
"A little," he admitted.
She got up and headed toward the bathroom. She turned and said, "I'm going to wipe the rest off. Come is like caviar, I only like to eat so much."
Frank made no comment. She got up and left and then came back.
Marilyn grinned. "Everyone is looking for something for nothing today. That's a real joke. There are more fat asses than fat wallets around."
Marilyn was bubbling. Frank sucked one of her breasts and then moved his lips and sucked the other.
"Ooooooooocceccccc," cringed Marilyn. "That gets me hot."
"They taste as good as they look," laughed Frank.
Marilyn sat with her legs parted and Frank saw her cunt and its glistening wet lips. He was sure that she was sitting that way on purpose.
He kissed her and his hands felt the hard contours of her big breasts. He caressed the nipples with his thumb.
"Ummmmmmmmm, my nipples are really touchy," she confided. "I get the shivers when you do that."
She turned over and lay on her stomach, and he saw the cheeks of her prominent ass and her long, shapely legs. Her lips were wide. Their large thrusting forms touched the bedcover.
"My philosophy is get rucked regular and fuck the world," she said. "It's too bad my husband isn't a good fucker or maybe I would be faithful to him. But he isn't and I get a lot of screwing on the outside."
Frank fondled her buttocks. His cock was starting to rise again. She was creating fresh desire in him. He welcomed the return of desire because he wanted to fuck her.
"I like your nipples," he said. "They remind me of inverted red thumbtacks."
She purred as he played with her buttocks, and then her legs parted and his finger danced past her asshole and to her cunt and into the humid wet slit. He began to finger-fuck her.
"Ooooohhhhh, I enjoy that," she revealed. "I like someone doing it to me. I never liked fingering myself."
"A woman's ass reminds me of two half melons," Frank said, relaxed. Marilyn was riding the finger now and he felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter.
She turned over and he smelled the perfumed scent on her body. Then she gripped the hardened cock. She kissed the plumlike head of his dick and licked it like an all-day sucker. Her big breasts swung from side to side.
"Tell me how this is," she said, and her mouth sucked in his prick. It began to swell in her mouth as she began to bob her head. Once again, he marveled at her ability to suck a man. Her lips were tight on his penis and her mouth moved up and down like something on a greased axle.
Her eyes were shut and he noticed her velvety eyebrows, which were real and blond and not painted on. There were so many women in the world with false eyebrows and eyelashes. In his mind's eye, he imagined what it was going to feel like when he put his cock in her hole. His prick felt like an iron bar in her sucking mouth.
He was sure that she smoldered when she was fucked, that she got hot and boiled! He watched the tits and thought how much they reminded him of jelly. She had wanted sympathy, when she told him about her husband, but he didn't want to give her any. It was a cruel world, and if the man couldn't handle his wife sexually, he had no business marrying her. It is a cruel world, he repeated, ruled by the stiff hard-on and the talented cunt!
"I'm going to be your soul-mate," Frank said. His cock was beginning to show signs of its gorge rising, and he reached down and slowly eased her mouth off it. When it slipped free, she looked up at him.
"I thought maybe you changed your mind and wanted to come in my mouth rather than fuel me," she said bluntly.
"Not on your life," Frank announced. "I just have to get into your pussy with my cock. I have to know what it feels like to fuck you and make you come and come." He had a lot of passion in his voice.
She moved toward him and played with his chest hair. "Am I that exciting?" she asked.
Frank shrugged. "Don't take me on a trip, you know that you are."
She reached down and gripped the wet dick. As she jerked it, he felt the craving to put it in her more strongly than ever. She seemed to sense it and she laughingly let it go and lay back on the bed, parting her legs.
"Ohhhhh, baby, stick me with that big prick," she sighed. "Shove it in me!"
He positioned himself between her legs and lifted her buttocks. His prick tip was at the entrance and he shoved, and it slowly slid into her gash.
"Ummmmmmmmmm, that feels good," she murmured.
He thrust again and he felt his balls hit the crevice of her ass. He was all the way in! She shuddered as he began to really fuck her. He could feel the throbbing of her heart and the pulsing of her body. He was sure that every nerve was tense and that every inch of her curves was feeling his presence inside her.
Her eyes were shut and she was thrusting up to meet his thrusts. He looked at her face and saw beauty there, and her hair was tousled. Her cheeks were naming with passion and excitement.
"Ball me, baby, give me all that beautiful prick," she sobbed. "Make me come!"
He balled her faster and faster and her ass began to rotate and she screamed, "I love a big prick in me. I love it! Oh, it's hard, I like that. You've got good control, that's fine, we'll come together."
Her cunt was rubbery and its mouth almost sucked his cock like her real mouth had. As she got wetter, her pussy squished as he pushed his rod in and out.
Her hairy triangle moved as the piston-prick jetted in and out.
"I love to fuck," she crooned. "I want to screw and screw!"
What a hot bitch, Frank thought. No one wants it this much all the time. No wonder the poor guy is sleeping.
The blond mane of hair tossed as Marilyn writhed. "Ohhhhh, I'm really hot!" She was utterly shameless now and she stiffened and cried Out, "I'm c-c-coooooo-mmmmmmm-iiii- nnnn-ggg!" Then she came and came again.
His prick felt sensitive and he felt his semen inching up in it and knew that it would be a short time until he gushed his red-hot load in her.
"Come in me," she pleaded. "Oh, shoot in me!"
"I will," he promised.
"Keep fucking me," she said breathlessly. "Don't stop. I think I'm going to come again. That'll be three times. It's been a long time since I-oooohhhhh, there, I'm corning. Ohhhhm ahhhhh; wow! Shoot now!"
He tried to come, but he wasn't truly ready and nothing happened. She clasped his back and her nails dug in.
"Yes, yes, don't let up, yes," she urged.
He pumped her and she was sobbing, "Shoot in me, please. I want to feel it."
He poked her and then he gripped her ass "I'm going to come," he told her. He moved his prick in and out, and then he stiffened and felt a strange sense of relief as his semen spurted into her hot cavern.
"Kiss my tits,,, she sighed.
He kissed them, first one and then the other.
She shivered as he started to get spongy between her legs.
"You shot your load. I think that your prick is starting to get soft," she whispered. She arched up, and his prick was still resilient and burrowed into her cunt.
She smiled in surprise, and Frank began to move his hips and the toiling tool moved in and out.
"Hey, it's still alive," she giggled.
His cock got harder as he laid her. Her big ass moved as she got feeling again.
"You really want to wear me out, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered.
"Why?" she quizzed.
"Very well, because I want to have a woman under me who will admit that she can't take any more."
Marilyn smiled. "Have you ever had a woman admit that?" Frank shook his head.
"You do it, lover, you fuck the very soul out of me and I'll say that and mean it."
His cock was driving in and out of her smoothly now. He felt very confident and very sure of himself. Each thrust was a splitting one now and she was hotter than before.
"Eeeeeee, fuck me, fuck me," she said, her hands going up and down his back and her legs flailing. "Shove that big cock in me!"
Frank worked within the warm embrace of her thighs and felt her pussy lips contract and tighten as his prick moved in and out. He clutched great handfuls of her buttocks. He slowed his pace, and she seemed to enjoy that.
Her quickened breathing indicated that she was about to climax again.
"Are you going to come?" he asked.
"Ummmmmmmm, yes," she announced. "In a second."
Her body trembled and she kissed him, and when she broke the kiss she smiled up at him.
"You are really some man," she crooned. "Ooooooo, and you're still hard. I like that."
They kept screwing and he worked in time with the pistonlike jerking of her hips.
"I want you to come again," she told him. "I'm going to make you."
Her cunt was like a hot mouth now, pulling and dragging on his rod. Chills shot through his body and he gasped as he felt his cock jerk and shoot hot come into her.
"There it is!" he said.
"I can feel it," she told him. "Some of your jizz is leaking out and getting on my leg.
Frank smiled to himself. Too bad that she couldn't lick it off, she liked sperm so much. She would probably like to swim in a hot sea of come, swallowing some as each wave went over her, he thought.
He gave her a few more thrusts and then his peter softened and slid out.
"No more peter," she laughed. "But I know another way that you can tire me out."
Frank lay on his back, her pussy in his face and his tongue lapping the wet crease. Her head bobbed as she licked his prick. To his surprise, it started to get half-hard as she worked it into her mouth. He furrowed her pussy with his tongue and she sucked harder. His cock, to his surprise, swelled in her mouth.
He ate her and played with her ass. Her hair tumbled about her heaving shoulders as she sucked his cock. He had never been this virile before in his life. He felt her thighs and he could feel the tense muscles as he dined lewdly in her luscious cunt. Then he felt her come, her ass stiffening, once, twice, and three times.
She kept sucking him after that until he shot his last trickle of sperm into her mouth. She lay there for a moment and then got up.
"I've had enough, lover," she sighed. "I really have."
Frank smiled. "Ill get us some beer," he said.
Frank came back with the beer and Marilyn was dressed.
"Put it down. Well drink and then we'll both go home," she said.
Frank put the grocery bag down and took out the beer cans. They were covered with cold dew drops from an icebox. He picked one up and handed it to Marilyn and then reached into the bag again and brought out a cellophane bag.
"I like pretzels with my beer, do you?" smiled Frank.
Marilyn opened the bag and took some. "Yes."
Frank sat down and opened his beer. Marilyn looked at him. 'That was great, wasn't it?" she asked. "Yes," he admitted.
"I guess I'm not a stranger any more after all that," she said.
Marilyn felt kittenish. "Do you feel that I would make a good whore?"
Frank rifted an eyebrow. "What an odd question."
"Not really. I hear that whores aren't really that good at it," she replied.
"Who told you that?" Frank queried.
"Men who have had whores." she admitted.
Frank glanced at her. "And what did they tell you?"
"They said that I was great," she commented.
He felt a pang of depression as he saw a string of men all being sucked by Marilyn and fucking her or sucking her in return. His face clouded.
"You are," he said, as he sipped his beer.
She was very alive and he liked that. He brushed aside his previous jealous thought. What right did he have to want her to be something special, to have kept her cunt locked? Why should she when her husband was an asshole, who couldn't make her come? He began to rationalize.
"When I get back, I'll sleep like a baby," she smiled. "You sure have some dick there. I haven't come that much in years."
"That's fine," Frank said.
He looked at her golden hair.
"You are beautiful," he complimented her. "It was lucky for both of us that we met. I feel satisfied, too."
"I'm glad." Marilyn beamed.
Rather to his annoyance, for he wanted to be wholly concentrated on his new girl, Frank wondered what in hell Lisa was doing. Or was his conscience prodding him? Lisa deserved whatever she got, he thought, for being so God damned secretive and independent.
For all they had been fucking and sucking for months now, mainly with each other, he still didn't know what her nine-to-five job was, beyond the fact that she worked for the city....
"Hey, you're still here-in body anyway," said Marilyn, teasing his limp cock with her hand.
"That's what counts, isn't it?" he replied as, rather to his surprise, it began to grow rigid still another time.
"What do you know?" he added....
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Hal was surprised that Maureen Gary was such a good tennis player. He was glad that he had brought his racquet and was pleased that the resort had such well-kept courts.
He had met Maureen in the lobby a few day before, just after she had finished a game. He had finally gotten around to calling her room and asking her for a game. She was here with her mother and father. They were a quiet middle-aged couple, and it was obvious to him that Maureen was very vital and alive.
On the court in her tennis attire, he realized how well-developed she was. She had told him that she was just eighteen and he believed it. As they played, he looked at her firm young thighs and her round young ass that filled out her tennis shorts. Her breasts fought her bra under her white tennis blouse.
As the game progressed, he wondered if she were a virgin.
She was quite attractive and very bouncy and kittenish. She beat him easily set after set.
After the game, they had some coffee and talked.
"I'm going to be lonely tonight," hinted Maureen. "My mother and father are going over to a friend's house and staying the night. His name is Harry Holt. He's very rich. He's in oil."
"I'd like to keep you company, but I have a date," he said. "Besides, you're too young for me."
"You mean Yvonne?" Maureen asked. "Yes," said Hal.
Maureen moved closer to him. "I'm not too young," she said. "Why don't we go to my room now? My mother and father are at the movies. They'll be there for a couple more hours."
Hal felt himself about to say "No." It was a stupid thing to go with this girl. She was so much younger than he. She was eighteen. Eighteen, he repeated. That was the age of consent.
She got up and he rose and she took his hand. They went directly to the Gray room. Maureen opened the door. They entered and she locked it.
She kissed him. She pulled him flush against her and her breasts pushed into him. She reached down and unbuttoned his tennis shorts and then reached in, took his cock out, and fondled it as they kissed. It stiffened in her hand. He broke this kiss.
"This is going to cause trouble for both of us, Maureen," he protested.
She unbuttoned her white blouse and took it off, and then followed with her bra.
"I want you," she said warmly.
"Think of the consequences," he warned. She unhooked her bra and let it fall free. Hal looked at her breasts. They were beautiful breasts for a teenager. Teenagers always had hard firm breasts. He looked at her quivering bosoms with their sharp, pink-tipped peaks.
"They ache, Hal Suck them, please," she urged.
He sucked them, first one and then the other. His dick was hard in her hand. They were firm and upright and they tasted sweet and clean. He stopped sucking her mounds and Maureen looked at him, her eyes glistening with lust "Take off your clothes," she said.
She took her hand away from his cock and he took his tennis shorts off, and then his boxer under shorts. He unbuttoned his tennis shirt and took that off. When he was naked, she went to her knees and kissed his dick-head. "I'm going to suck your prick," she said passionately.
He braced himself as the young girl sucked his cock, her hot lips taking it all the way in, balls deep, and then letting it out and sucking it back in.
She cupped his nuts as she sucked and felt them.
"Ohhhhhhh, that's wonderful," he gasped. He ran his hands through her hair. The girl was fantastic. She pulled on his cock with her lips and then she licked his cock. He shivered in erotic ecstasy. His cock twisted in her mouth.
She wanted his load. He sensed that, but he wasn't going to come in her mouth yet. She had hinted that she was a good lay and he would see. He eased her mouth off his cock. He helped her to her feet. She seemed very sure of herself now. His cock was wet and jutted out like a crowbar.
She led him to the bed and grinned. "You want nooky, huh?"
On the bed, he groped for her waist and felt the curve of her smooth thigh and slid his hand between her legs and found her wet slit. She stiffened as she felt his finger tease her clitoris. Her hips began to move as the finger did its work.
"You're really getting me hot," she said.
"I was worried. I thought you might have a maidenhead and be a virgin," he said.
Maureen laughed. "I lost my cherry when I was ten." Hal looked at her in disbelief. "Okay, so I was fifteen-and that's the truth," she added.
He removed his finger and she lay back on the bed. She gripped his cock. "You sure have a beaut there," Maureen cooed. She ran her hand over the stiff prick. She looked at the pulsing red head, broad and shiny. A drop of liquid oozed out of the slit on the head. She looked at the skin folds and the veins. It had tasted good in her mouth, she recalled.
"Put it in," she told him. "I want to feel it all the way in me."
He straddled her and she arched up so that he could let his shaft slide slowly into her. He penetrated deeper and deeper.
"Ohhhhhhh, that's wonderful," she breathed.
He started rotating his hips and pushing deeper in her cunt, feeling the responsive twitching within. Her heavy breathing appraised him of her growing passion.
"Oh, Hal, fuck me, fuck me," she urged.
Her cunt was so much tighter than Yvonne's that it thrilled Hal They thrashed on the bed together, their passion growing. Hal began to pump harder and harder and Maureen wrapped her legs around him. Sweat stood out on her forehead. She rocked under him.
"Oh, this is great," she sobbed. His cock was digging deeper into her than she had ever thought possible. He was hung, and her other lovers had not had dongs as big as his.
Hal felt himself thickening within her. She started rolling her head from side to side. His cock was pulsing in her.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she squealed.
He pushed his cock in deeper and she climaxed, and he let her stiffen and then relax, and then he poured his cock to her.
"Are you going to come?" she asked.
As if on signal, he spurted his sperm into her in massive charges.
His cock started to soften, and when the: parted she lay on the bed, still excited.
"Feel better, Maureen?' he asked.
"Loved it," she sighed. "Every inch of it."
When his cock flopped out, Maureen looked at it. Then she moved on the bed and took the cock in her hand.
"I want it hard again," she said, playing with it. "I want to suck it."
Hal smiled. Maureen looked at him.
"I wouldn't mind if you ate my pussy while I sucked you, either." She winked.
His cock got hard and Maureen began to suck it. Hal had not answered about going sixty-nine, so she let it pass. He felt a tingle as she sucked him. Her lips were moist and willing, and once again he marveled at her cocksucking ability. She sucked passionately. He moved his hips, fucking her mouth, driving his tool in and out.
She was uninhibited and Hal played with her young tits as she blew him. She seemed to like having a cock in her mouth. He felt great sensations as his cock worked in and out of her sucking mouth. She used her tongue and that also excited him.
He felt a surge of passion, and he shook as his prick expanded and pulsated and then shot great spurts of semen down her throat She gulped it all down greedily.
His cock was deep in her throat, and with each spurt she swallowed. Then he would ejaculate again and once again she would swallow his seed. She sucked his cock until it was very soft Then she freed it
"Whew, you sure know how to blow a joint," he said to her, smiling,
"I have an appetite for come. Some women do," Maureen explained. "Sometimes I come when I suck a man off."
He lay on the bed and watched as Maureen moved her cunt closer and closer to his face. Her legs were spread and he could see the hairy fringe, and with trembling fingers he spread her twat lips.
She moaned and arched her back. "Suck it Hal, suck it," she whispered.
He shoved his tongue into it. He felt her clitoris and teased it with his tongue. He tasted the sweet saltiness of her pussy and felt her clitoris throb with desire. Her ass began to rotate and he heard her sob, "Oh, that's great!"
He ate her and felt the orgasm mounting within her as he rubbed her cunt in his face. Her body trembled and she screamed, "I'm going to come, you bastard!"
He sat up and she was still on the bed.
"You sure know how to eat a broad," she smiled.
"And you know how to fuck," Hal returnee the compliment. "And suck."
"I had a good teacher," she teased.
"Who was it?" he asked.
"I'll never tell," she giggled. She kissed him "You're very sweet." She got up and went to the bathroom. Hal heard the water running and he got up and turned on the TV.
The news was on when she came out fully dressed. He picked up his clothes and went to the bathroom He showered and came back Maureen looked at him quizzically.
"Am I better than Yvonne?" she asked.
"At certain things," he admitted.
"I do go all out, don't I?" she protested.
"Yes," he said.
"You're very tender when you have sex. I like that." she told him. "I don't like men who gore you. You have sex appeal and I like that, too. I'm young, but I need sex. Plain old sex. I need to be sucked, to suck, to fuck and to be fucked. The big problem in our world today is that there isn't any loyalty in anything."
Hal was surprised that he had such a sexual attraction to the younger girl.
The girl explained how she disliked over-aggressive men. "I'm a practical girl," she told Hal. "When I realized what was happening with you and Yvonne, I decided to get you here and have some sex. I am sure that we will get together again before you leave, despite Yvonne. I am a woman and I know that I really thrilled you. A woman can tell. I have a sexual fire that burns in me continually, despite my age. If I don't fuck or suck, it's a strain on me. I have to have relief. Tennis gives me some relief, but I need actual physical intercourse or sexual oral action to help me."
Maureen talked about the freedom to have sex. She felt that was the way that it should be. She looked really striking to Hal at the moment, and he looked at her.
"You like my ass, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes," Hal replied.
"Have you ever screwed a woman up her ass?" she asked Hal. He paused. "Yes, I have."
Maureen winked at him. "I think that I'd like that someday-a big cock up my asshole. If you do your own thing, I think that having a prick up there could be part of it."
"It's different," admitted Hal.
"You have to have style in a lot of things, and one of them is sex. We all have pussies and we all have cocks. We have to know how to use them. Women are like sheep. If a dictator tool over and ordered that all women wear barrels, it wouldn't take more than a day for all the women to start wearing them."
Hal admired the wisdom of the young woman. "I like you," he said.
"I know," she answered.
"I like pleasure, that's why I'm here," he told her.
"Well be better when we get accustomed to each other," she laughed. "The more you fuck and suck a person, the better you do it. It's like playing tennis."
Hal felt drained. He wished that he could fuck her once more, but he didn't dare try. His penis felt loose and dry.
"I think that when two people screw, they share each other. They happen together. It's full circle. When you refused to eat me, I felt incomplete, but then you sucked me and I came and I felt good and I felt that we were even. I think that I would have felt hung up if you hadn't eaten me," she confessed to him.
He was fascinated, listening to her. "When I am near coming, if s demonic. I feel inches away and I feel that I am sliding toward my orgasm. I know I will coma I know women who can't come. Some go with lesbians. Some have asked me to make it with them. I can't do anything with a woman, but I can notice a lez. I have a sense for them I feel sorry for them."
Hal lit a cigarette and looked at his watch.
"When I am getting it good, I close my eyes and sometimes I feel that the prick in me is a corkscrew, and that it is being screwed in and out of me. It's a wild feeling," she laughed. "It's part of our culture now-sex. I know a guy who eats oranges out of his wife's pussy. It's their thing. Every climax that I have is different. I think that with good sex and a good come, you transcend life. Sex is part of the fun in life. I'm going to be a hard-living person. I guess you think that's weird."
"No," nodded Hal
"Look, the way that Adam and Eve lived was no one's concern except their own. They fucked, they walked around naked and so what? But today, there are other people around and they try and influence your fife," Maureen said. "I say screw them I have my personality and I'm not a bore, so Fm not going to change."
Hal listened.
I was at a party once and I dug this guy and we went into his bedroom and he poured some chartreuse over his cock and I sucked it, and when I sucked it all off he poured more on. When he came down my throat, I swallowed it and I felt good. I was sexually sated and I was also drunk," she laughed.
She wouldn't shut up. "You ever see that mechanical shoemaker man in the shoe repair stores? It makes believe that it is hammering a nail into a shoe and it isn't. That is what a lot of people do in life. They are robots."
He kissed her and left. He walked fast. He was worried that Yvonne might be looking for him. As he passed by the window of one of the apartments, he did a double-take. It looked as if some guy was sucking another's cock. He backtracked and tiptoed up to the window.
He watched an older man's tongue trace a wet circle on the stomach of a younger man on a bed. The younger man's cock was rigid. The older man caressed the younger man's balls and then gripped his cock.
Hal watched the man's other hand slip beneath the younger man and find his asshole. The finger moved inside and probed as the younger man's prick bobbed. The older man's mouth closed around the younger one's cock. Hal watched the younger man moan and groan and then stiffen. Then the man let go and flooded the older man's mouth with so much jism that some of it dripped out of his lips.
He stood by the window and watched the older man turn the young man over, and then get a tube of lube. He greased the younger man's asshole and then slowly eased his stiff dick into it He rotated his hips, driving his cock deeper into the young man. Hal was surprised, as the older man fucked the other man, that the young man rolled over on his side and his cock got hard again
The older man gripped it and jacked it as he fucked the young man. They were talking, but Hal couldn't hear what they were saying. When the older man came, he saw the jism drip out of his rear entrance. He walked away. Faggots! The society was becoming more tolerant of them. He thought to himself that he could never make it that way with a man. Then he thought of lesbians. They were the same thing-perverted. As he neared his room, he sighed. Yvonne would be waiting, as she was all woman, he knew that. After his session with Maureen, he felt good, but in no mood for more sex. He hoped that Yvonne would not want any.
He opened the door and was delighted that Yvonne was not there. He went to his dresser and took out some Vitamin E tablets and took them. Then he went to the lobby and bought a newspaper. The front page headline hit him like a Patton tank.
The Old Mineral Springs sex maniac was at it again. The horribly torn bodies of two women had been found, one of them a black woman. He shuddered as he read of the perverted murderer's M.O. -apparently he used a vicious whip to do his hideous work, first silencing his victims by lashing it around their throats. Then, systematically, he virtually slashed them to pieces, with especial attention to their nipples and genital areas.... As Hal read on, he shuddered and began to wonder if Yvonne was all right....
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lisa took the steam bath, showered, and went to the cocktail lounge. She had a restless feeling. She was dressed in her boots, velvet green hot pants and a sheer blouse that showed her half bra underneath.
"I get maudlin when I get drunk," a man's voice said. "Do you?"
Lisa turned and looked at the man. "I'm still sober."
The room was fairly dark, but she saw that he was wearing an expensive knitted sports shirt and well-tailored trousers. He was wearing a gold watch.
Her face was quiet as she watched him. He was gazing at her breasts. She knew that if she were standing he would be looking at her ass.
"Why are most women so empty-headed?" the man persisted.
"Are they?" Lisa retorted.
"My wife ran off with some lying bastard and they came here," he said. "I got up here today and I found that they checked out this morning."
"You blame her or him?" she asked.
"You sound like you resent me talking to you," he said.
"Free country," she smiled.
"I'm acting foolish," he said. "I apologize. I sound like a whimpering ass."
"You said it, I didn't," Lisa replied.
"I guess you don't want to hear the details," he stated.
"What was so damn important about her that you came up here running after her?" Lisa asked.
Personally, she didn't give a damn. But now, with the maniac back, with two more women added to his ghastly list, with the pressure full on her, she was professionally interested in the sexual quirks of any man she met. She studied him covertly, trying to assess his potentialities for apparently irrational murder with a whip. As he fingered his drink, she decided that his wrists looked strong enough to wield one.
But had he? That, of course, was the question, and Lisa intended to get the answer if she had to fuck or be fucked by every male in Old Mineral Springs. What, she wondered, if she did, and was, and then the killer turned out to be some kind of a crazed dyke?
Good question ... but she had to go along for now with the premise that her elusive and dangerous quarry was a man. She put the scene back in focus, realized that her bar companion had offered to buy her a drink.
Lisa nodded. "Why not?"
"What will it be?" he questioned.
"Gin and tonic," she replied.
"I drink too much," he admitted as he turned to the bartender. Gin and tonic for the lady."
The bartender served her and put the tab before the man.
"My name is George Blair," he told her.
"I'm Lisa," she said, picking up the drink and sipping it.
"You have a last name?" he asked.
"Later," she answered.
"Did I strike a nerve?" he queried.
"No, I look out for Lisa and let the other women take care of themselves," she retorted.
They had some more drinks and then went to a table. George told his story anyway. His wife, Angie, sounded like a little whore. He was a manufacturer who made hinges. She had this lover on the side and had been syphoning out money for months. When she had a proper stake, she took off with lover boy.
"Do you enjoy sex?" Lisa asked.
George looked at her. "What do you think I am? Of course I do."
"So many men mistake sex for emotion," she told him. "That's why you didn't sense what your wife was doing to you."
"I guess so," he answered.
"Let's go to your place," Lisa said. "You keep looking at my boobs like you want to eat them up."
They made their way to his room. Lisa noticed that it was not far from hers, but she didn't care.
He had more booze in his room and he made more drinks. He undressed her first. She sat on the couch naked. Her breasts curved up, and he kissed the nipples and then the back of her neck, then her back. She lay down and he got up and undressed. He let his hands wander over her breasts and down to her stomach, resting them finally in her hairy mound, feeling it gently.
"Look at that hard-on you have," Lisa laughed, gripping it.
He kissed her and she pressed closer to him. Her kisses were passionate.
"Oh, Lisa, I want you," he breathed as he broke the kiss.
His finger probed into her and he felt the sweet stickiness between her vulva lips. Then his finger met the firm pressure of her clitoris and she quivered and squirmed.
"I want you, too," she breathed. Her hand was playing with his hard penis. He felt fire in his loins.
"You didn't come here alone, did you?" he asked.
"No," she replied. "I came here with some guy, but he wandered off."
"He's got to be crazy," George said, as he got over her and prepared to mount her.
"Put it in for me," he asked.
She reached out and grabbed his cock and guided it between her legs and into her cunt. He gasped at the warmth and tenderness and incredible delight of her tight pussy. He began to screw her slowly.
"Oh, that's good." Lisa said.
In no time, they were both excited.
Lisa smiled wickedly. "Is my cunt better than hers?"
George stiffened. "Whose?"
"Your wife," shot back Lisa.
"I don't want to talk about her," he said.
He was fucking her faster.
"Did you eat her cunt?" Lisa persisted.
"What do you want, you little bitch?" he asked angrily, fucking her even faster, feeling her body tremble.
"Your big cock," she replied.
He smiled. "You like it, huh?"
"Love-that's the word. I love it," she answered.
"Can you have a baby if I come in you?" he queried.
"No, I take the pill," she told him. She was really feeling all the big dick now. She was really excited. George was well hung and he was really giving it to her. She had always needed a lot of sex all her life.
He came in three separate spurts. It felt exciting and she had a big climax. She confessed to him that she liked it. She showered and came back to his bed naked. She spread her legs lewdly as she lay down.
"Eat my bush," she said.
George looked at her oddly. "You want me to?" he asked.
"Very much," Lisa purred.
He went down on her. She felt his tongue penetrate her. He was very good at eating cunt. He worked her clitoris and sucked her cunt lips. She had great feeling in her slick wet cavern as his tongue moved in and out. It sent dramatic thrills through her. She felt her passion rising.
She was panting and arching up and then she squealed, "I'm coming!" and she climaxed.
They sat on the bed and talked.
"I have hot pants all the time," she said, fondling his cock. "I want you hard again so you can fuck me. Be a good guy and get it up again."
The cock got hard and he started guiding her head to it. "Suck it," George said. She held back for a moment and then her resistance melted. All she saw was that big cock. She decided that she would suck it a while and then get fucked. She took the cock in her mouth and began sucking furiously.
It was an exciting cock and she mouthed if, taking every inch of it. George thrashed on the bed. Then he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. He laughed to himself. He was fucking her cunt-mouth, he told himself. He could smell her sweat as she blew him.
She eased her head off his cock. Her loins were tingling with anticipation. Damn that Hal, she would show him, she would show him, she would get really fucked.
She felt George's mouth slide down over her breasts, caressing each nipple gently with his tongue, then past her navel. Then he was back at the mound and was sucking her pussy. She let herself get aroused and then she pushed his head away.
"I want to screw now," she said.
She looked at his long, thick cock. Then she lay back and he lowered his body onto hers, pushing the broad head of his cock into her vulva, penetrating her. As each inch slowly slid in, she gave a little scream.
"Oh, God. It's so big, it's so wonderful," she said.
He slid it all the way in, feeling his balls swing against her ass as he pumped, pushing deeper and deeper. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his trim waist and holding on while he achieved maximum penetration deep inside her. Their bodies thrashed together and Lisa felt herself climaxing. She dug her nails in his back, screaming.
"Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me like you love me," she swore.
At that moment, George felt the slow surge within him growing and pushing through his cock. Then he shot loads of come into her.
"Ummmmmm, baby, I can feel all that cock in me," Lisa sobbed, "It's so wet."
"Wow, that was something," George said.
He seemed relaxed after the screw and he told Lisa how tight her pussy was.
She played with his balls and smiled. "You really have a nice big cock. I can't understand why your wife ran away from it."
She was surprised when it got hard and she went right down on it. She put the cock in her mouth. She took it all this time. She thought, I'm going to suck him until he comes down my throat.
He grabbed her hair and played with if as her head bobbed up and down while she took his rod in and out of her mouth. Occasionally, her teeth nibbled on the end, taking the glans and rubbing it back and forth while the tip of her tongue massaged the end. He was hot and hard as a stiff poker in her mouth, throbbing and pulsating with excitement.
Her hand went to his buttocks and her finger found his asshole and probed it. He began to move his hips, pushing his prick as far down her throat as he could. She made little animal noises. From the look on her face, he saw that she was loving it. She concentrated on him, her lovely breasts hanging below her body, swaying gently with her movements, the nipples brushing the sheets and giving her extra thrills. His hands closed around them. He felt the smoothness of the pointed nipples on the end of each one.
"Jeez, this is great," she heard him say.
He felt as if he were blowing his mind. She was sucking even harder. She had the sensuality that he needed now. He missed his wife and he needed a wanton like Lisa to thrill him, to make love to him, to excite him. He felt about to orgasm. He didn't want to shoot just yet and he tried to fight it, but she was sucking it up and couldn't stop it. Then he spurted and she swallowed it like it was vanilla ice cream.
She got up and got dressed and he made her a drink.
"You're beautiful," he said.
"So are you," she laughed. "Ill bet that you never expected to get laid today," she grinned.
"To be honest, no," he admitted.
"What's next, you still going to pursue your wife?" she asked.
"No, I think I'll head home," he said. "Maybe you're right, what's the point?"
He kissed her and left.
She was taking a shower when Hal came in. He turned on the TV and she could hear the sound. She came out in a towel and Hal looked at her.
"I was here earlier. Where did you go?" he asked.
"I went out for a walk," she lied. "Yvonne wasn't here." She came over to him and sat on his lap. The towel dropped and he fondled her breasts.
"They are nice," he said.
"Do they turn you on?" laughed Lisa.
"Yes," he replied. "Get up."
She got up and he took his pants off and then the red shorts under them His shirt followed and then his socks and shoes. "I'm a little tired," Lisa said. Hal looked at her coldly. "What's that supposed to mean?" He kissed her cheeks and her eyes, and then let his lips slide over her ears and down her neck, nibbling slowly. This excited her and she started to squirm. He put his finger in her cunt and it was oozing wet.
"Ohhhhhh," she sighed.
"You were going to tell me that you didn't want to fuck, weren't you?" Hal asked coldly.
"No," she lied, riding his probing finger.
She kissed him wildly, shoving her tongue in his mouth. She lay back, lowering her head to his chest and starting to kiss his chest and then his stomach. She stopped for a moment and looked at the base of his upright cock. She laughed to herself, Here's another dick. It looked different from George's. She was becoming an authority on the shape and sizes of men's cocks.
She moved so that she was in a position over it, and then her mouth closed over the head. His cock jerked as he felt the warmth of her lips. Hal closed his eyes and lay back.
Her fingers enclosed his balls and her nails caressed the fold of skin, pulling through the pubic hairs gently. Her finger traced a pattern toward his asshole, then probed the anal hole and went in. She started massaging it.
"Oh, don't," Hal sobbed. "You're going to make me come faster." He trembled. "I'm going to eat your pussy," he said. He moved so that he was in a new position.
He went down on her as she sucked him in return. She quivered as he spread her labia apart and his lips went forward, pushing into and starting to suck it. Her sex cavern was a delight to him. He could taste the pussy flavor of it. He found her clitoris and liked licking the sides of it. When he did, he felt her mouth tighten around his cock, and his shaft went deeper into her throat.
They lay together, locked in the sixty-nine position, his arms around her, touching her ass and feeling all over it, down the crack to her hole, pushing his fingers in while he ate her pussy. His cock pulsated between her lips. He decided against it and took his cock out of her mouth.
She looked at him.
"You know what I want next, don't you?" he asked.
"I think so," she replied.
"I want to fuck you in your cunt," he said "Say that"
"I want to fuck me in my cunt," she parroted.
She lay back and he slammed his cock between her thighs. The head touched her soft slippery opening. His prick slid in.
"Aeeeeeeeee," she sighed.
Then their bodies were pounding together The bed rocked crazily beneath them His cock was buried deep inside her. Lisa threw her head back.
"Come in me, Hal," she urged. "I want all of your come."
Hal could feel his semen starting on its way up. It came from deep inside his balls and then up the hard shaft She came first, and then he shot his load and her cunt contracted around his cock.
"You came, didn't you?" she asked. "Yes," he replied.
"I feel it," she giggled. "Some of it is going to run out and down my leg when you take your dick out," she predicted.
She lay back. She felt a bit tired. This was her second man in a short time and she had come quite a lot. "Am I more than a cunt?" she asked Hal "Of course," he replied.
"Sometimes a woman feels like she's just a receptacle," she told him. "I meet so many phonies," she said. "Men always want to get into a woman's pants."
Hal laughed. "That's what that gash is for, baby, to be pushed and plugged by a man's cock."
"You like women, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered, "especially ones like you who know how to suck."
Hal liked fucking Lisa, because she knew how to wiggle her ass. She was all sex and desire and lust. She wanted all the pleasure that she could squeeze out of the act and the man. She loved the sexy feeling.
He felt her smooth buttocks. "You have a beautiful ass," he said.
"I'm glad you like it," she replied coolly.
"You act like you still have illusions about life," he said. "There is no place today for naive and unsophisticated people. You have to learn to cope with life in the city."
She studied him. "Don't you believe in people?"
"Sometimes," he admitted.
"Look, she smiled," I didn't fall off any Christmas tree. I know, young men or old men, they all want my mouth and my pussy."
"Too true," Hal laughed.
"Ill bet there are more amateur screwers around than pros," smiled Lisa.
"That's an interesting thought," said Hal "Will you take some friendly advice?"
"Yes," replied Lisa.
"Relax," he said. "Get dressed. Yvonne should be here any minute."
He was right. Yvonne showed up ten minutes later. She acted very normal and not surprised at seeing Lisa with Hal Lisa left and then Yvonne went to the door and bolted it.
Hal looked surprised. Yvonne came over to him. Hal looked at her blankly.
She unzipped his pants and hauled out his cock. She played with it and there was no response and then she got down on her knees and kissed it. It was limp.
Yvonne got up and slapped his face.
"You bastard-you fucked her!" she cried.
"What do you expect me to do-play bean bag with her?" an astonished Hal retorted.
"You son of a bitch-you don't even know what's going on!" Coming on top of the horror of what had happened to Sugar, this finding was too much. It did not occur to her, ignorant as she was of the fact that Lisa was a detective, that Hal might have been a suspect for the deed-or that, in the course of fucking him, Lisa had cleared him.
As she slammed the door behind her, she was far too upset to draw any such logical conclusions. ...
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
She had had her fill of men just then, but Yvonne still felt unsatisfied. Seething, terrified, she walked down the hall and to the elevator. When she got in, there was one passenger in it, a very attractive woman. Yvonne felt the woman's eyes go all over her. She got out when the elevator reached the ground floor and so did the woman. Yvonne went to a cab and the woman was beside her. "Are you going into town?" she asked.
"Yes," said Yvonne.
"I'll share the cab with you." She smiled. "We can save money that way."
"That's fine with me," said Yvonne as she got in. The other woman got in beside her. She felt safer with another female and the pressures within her cried for sexual outlet.
"I get so bored," the woman said as the cab drove on. "My husband is an invalid. He was injured in a car crash with me. I was uninjured, but hell be in a wheelchair all his life"
"That's too bad, said Yvonne.
"Yes, it is," she said soberly, "but he has adjusted well."
"And you?" asked Yvonne.
"Not as well," she admitted.
Yvonne was quiet. The cab drove on. The woman spoke again.
"Do you like the resort?" she asked.
"Yes," replied Yvonne.
"Why are you alone?" she asked.
"I choose to be," she replied.
They both got out in town. Yvonne looked puzzled, as if she didn't know where to go.
The woman smiled. "You feel like a drink?" she asked.
"No," said Yvonne.
"A movie perhaps," the woman said.
"No," said Yvonne.
The woman laughed. "My name is Yvette LaFevere and I think that I can suggest something unusual that you will enjoy."
Yvonne looked back at her, deep into her eyes. "My name is Yvonne and I think I know what you are going to suggest."
Ten minutes later Yvonne watched the naked Yvette bolt the front door of the hotel room She looked at her face, which was ravaged by passion, at her naked, proud, upthrust breast, her magnificent hips and legs, and her pussy that was visible when her legs parted.
"My husband, Raoul, can only suck my pussy," she explained. "I get tired of it. He's paralyzed from the waist down."
Yvonne sat in the chair and spread her legs as Yvette came over and got to her knees. She looked between Yvonne's legs and saw the pink, wet lips surrounded by the fringe of pussy hair.
"I love it," she sighed. "It looks so sexy." She sighed more deeply as she kissed Yvonne's wet cunt.
Yvonne uttered a moan as Yvette's tongue went into her pussy. The woman was skilled, and Yvonne ran her fingers through her silky hair and Yvonne sobbed, "I love it! I love it!"
Her tongue lanced hotly into Yvonne's cunt and Yvonne felt Yvette's sweaty hands as they lifted her buttocks. She started to pant as the tongue worked on her vagina and her clitoris. She reached out and sucked Yvette's tits as Yvette sucked her.
She would reach the heights of ecstasy and then she would come, and Yvette still sucked her. Her orgasms burst inside of her, over and over. Her body tingled, her pussy flaming with passion.
"It's beautiful, Yvette," she sobbed aloud. She quivered and shook as the woman performed cunnilingus on her. She was swept with overwhelming passion and Yvette grabbed her ass hard as she lapped her cunt. Her tongue seemed to go deeper and deeper as she came over and over again, and she could smell the pungent woman odor of her excited cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she sighed as the eager eater continued. Yvette couldn't seem to get enough of her pussy.
"You have such a beautiful, hot mouth," Yvonne told her.
Yvette was temporarily sated and took her mouth away from Yvonne's tingling hole. She got up.
"You like being eaten by another woman, don't you?" she asked Yvonne.
"I like being eaten by another woman." Yvonne confessed.
"I love that ass of yours," Yvette said in admiration. "It has those sweeping curves."
Yvette guided Yvonne to the bed and licked her ass all over as the young woman moaned.
Yvette got up and took her purse and went into the bathroom Yvonne had clicked on the TV and was watching it when Yvette reappeared. Her eyes caught the dildo immediately.
Yvette lips pursed. "I lubed it. It'll go right in that cunning hole of yours, darling. You'll love it You'll come and come and come again." As she walked over to the bed, the dildo bobbed.
Yvette mounted her as a man would. Yvonne's cunt was sopping wet from Yvette's expert sucking and the dick went in easily.
Yvette began to fuck her and asked Yvonne, "How's your honey pot now?"
"Ohhh, that feels good," Yvonne sighed.
Yvonne moved as if she were getting it from a real penis. She was feeling wonderful and she uttered loudly, "That's great, that's wonderful!" Then she would climax and Yvette would still keep screwing her.
"Gee, that feels good," gushed Yvonne. "Do it just like that. I'm coming!"
Yvette seemed to be inexhaustable in her love making. Yvonne lost track of her orgasms.
When Yvette took off the dildo, she returned to sucking Yvonne's pussy and then she repositioned herself over Yvonne's mouth. She stopped sucking.
"Hey, I was just about to come," protested Yvonne.
She heard Yvette's voice say, "Sixty-nine now, baby. You eat me and I eat you or you stay hung up."
By this time, Yvette's pussy was so sensitive that she came right after Yvonne started sucking it. She sucked Yvette and Yvette sucked her, and after a while they came together.
Yvonne got up and looked at Yvette. "Where did you put that dildo?" she asked.
"In the bathroom. Why?" Yvette replied.
Yvonne winked at her. "Because I want some of your nooky and I want to play the man."
"Suit yourself," Yvette laughed.
Yvette uttered a gutty groan as Yvonne humped her and got the dildo way up inside her. Yvonne's body bounced as she fucked Yvette, her hair falling all over her face. The session was getting wilder as Yvette began to come. Yvonne kept screwing her after each orgasm, and then she would collapse after having a bigger and bigger orgasm each time.
"I want more," Yvette pleaded. "Don't take it out yet."
"I won't," said Yvonne. They screwed longer, and when Yvette lay back, exhausted, Yvonne got off. They lay in bed and kissed, and then talked.
They took the same cab back to the resort. When they got out, Yvette smiled at Yvonne.
"You made me very happy."
"And you made me happy too," Yvonne said.
Hal was in bed when she entered. He woke up when she got in bed and stroked his cock.
She looked at him. "I'm here," she said.
"Where have you been?" he asked.
"I got fucked royally," she laughed.
"By who?" he asked, the muscles in his cheeks standing out like cords. He got up and bolted the door and she saw him go to his pants. She saw him pull the belt loose.
She leaped out of bed nude. "Nooooo!" she screamed, terrified.
The belt lashed out. She darted, but he was quick and flailed out at her, and the soundproof room was full of her screams.
Then he stopped and she looked between his legs. He had a hard-on! He moved toward her.
"Keep away from me," she threatened.
"You stay there," he warned, "or when I catch you, IT1 break your back."
She stood still. She was under him on the bed, her white, shimmering flesh wildly moving with each thrust of his cock. His blood was flowing fire. She shivered deliciously.
"I came," she said. "I never got fucked. I went to town and saw a movie. I just wanted to get you jealous."
She felt his jism shoot into her.
She showered and washed and came back to him.
He was seized with an animal frenzy and she lay back with her thighs spread as he ate her pussy. She smiled to herself and thought, He's almost as good as Yvette.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jim Gregory found the pool game with Charlie Masters interesting. The man was a good player. He was enjoying himself at the resort away from his workaday world and its pressures.
Charlie talked a lot about himself during the game. He was fifty-five and he was married to a younger, attractive woman, Clarice, whom he identified as being thirty. "It's worked out," Charlie told Jim, "because we have a good working arrangement.
Jim smiled. "That's good, because you're as young as you feel"
Charlie nodded, "At times."
"Women, especially young women, are tempted, so I play this game with her and I know what's happening all the time," Charlie said.
Charlie kept ordering drinks as they played, and in no time Jim was feeling good.
"Why not come to my place and play some poker?" suggested Charlie.
"Okay," said Jim.
Clarice was an amazingly beautiful blonde and she seemed very happy to see Jim and Charlie.
Charlie smiled at her. "I made a friend. This is Jimmy Gregory. Jim, my wife, Clarice."
"Hi, Jim," said Clarice.
They played cards and Clarice seemed to be always around Jim. It made him nervous. She had on shorts and just a bandanna covering her big breasts, which flopped loosely underneath. She had beautiful long legs and an attractive round fanny.
She kept making drinks and Jim felt better and better. When the card game broke up, Jim sat down and Clarice sat down beside him. Charlie sat in a chair opposite them. Jim turned and was surprised when Clarice untied the back of her bandanna and let it drop so that it revealed her breasts with their cherry-pink nipples.
Charlie smiled at him. "Aren't they nice?" he asked the surprised man. "Yes, very," said Jim.
Clarice was near him, lifting one breast to his mouth. "Kiss it."
Jim looked at Charlie for reassurance. "Kiss it," Charlie urged. "It makes her happy."
Jim kissed one breast and then the other, then Clarice kissed him. He felt her hand go to his zipper and pull it open and then go in and search for his cock. He realized that he had come into a strange menage. When they broke the kiss, Clarice was jerking his prick and it was starting to stiffen, despite all the drinks that he had. She jerked Jim's tool as she fellated Charlie. It was interesting to watch her handle the two cocks at the same time.
Then she stopped sucking and lay on the bed.
"We're going to do a sandwich, Jim," she smiled, "You first."
She guided him so that he was flat on his back, and slowly she impaled the slippery hole on his erect penis and began to move on it. It felt good and Jim closed his eyes. The shock of the sudden sex had worn off and he was subscribing to the old theory, "When rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy."
He felt her cunt hairs about his stiff cock as she worked herself up and down on it. He felt her love juice lubricating her sex cavern. He opened his eyes in time to see Charlie with the lubricant, greasing his stiff cock. Then he watched her husband divide Clarice's attractive buttocks and slowly sink his cock into her asshole. Jim felt her belly tense and her pussy tighten on his cock as the prick went into her rear like an arrow.
"Yowwwwwwwwwccoccool" she sobbed.
She panted as the two cocks moved inside her. Charlie was gripping her ass for dear life and she was moving skillfully up Jim's ramming tool.
"I love this, I love this," she sighed. "Charlie ... you are so good to me."
Her cunt was narrow and Jim felt every movement of his tool in her pussy and every thrust of Charlie in her rear entrance. The woman was twisting like an electric eel.
"I like all this sensation," she gushed.
She quivered as Charlie seemed to go even deeper up her rear. Her pussy was sopping wet and Jim heard the squishing noise as she rode his cock. She was one mass of raging vibration. She moaned, sobbed, and screamed. Her pussy was fragrant and the odor mingled with the sweat in the room.
"Give it to me, darling Jim," she said softly. Then she moved her rear and cooed, "It's in to the hilt, Charlie lover. It feels so good."
Finally she got carried away and yelled, "Give it to me, both of you! I can take it, give it all to me!"
She moved and stiffened, and then she said, "I'm going to come!" Her cunt spasmed and she climaxed, and Jim felt his semen spurting upward.
She was moaning with pleasure as he shot his load in her. Then she sighed. "Oh, Charlie, you're going to come too, aren't you?" she asked.
"Yes, my dear," he gasped, and Jim felt him jerk as he jetted his load in his wife's shapely rear.
All three showered together and came out nude.
No need to get dressed yet, Jim told himself. They are still nude.
They sat in the front room and Clarice looked more lusty than before. "Did we shock you, Jim?" she asked, gazing at him.
"Nothing shocks me much today," he laughed.
"That's good," she smiled. "You see, I need a lot of love and Charlie understands this." She was on the floor by the couch playing with his balls when Charlie got up and got a drink. Then she peppered Jim's cock with kisses and it started to erect. She took the head in her mouth and began to suck it. Jim gripped one of her breasts and fondled it.
Sucking sounds filled the air and Charlie came back to his chair and sat down with his drink. "She loves to suck cock," he smiled. "Can't get enough of it. There are a lot of women like that today. You know years ago my first wife, Alicia, would not dare suck my dick. It wasn't the thing then, now it is."
It was very good. She was an expert cock sucker. Jim watched her breasts sway as she fellated him. He remembered that one woman had told him about a dream that she had where she strolled naked through a forest of pricks, alternately stopping to fuck and suck them She told him that she was on the last cock in the forest when she woke up.
Jim had a sudden spasm of pleasure and felt his come shoot in her mouth. She gobbled it down hungrily. Her mouth kept sucking until his cock was soft, and then she let it free.
She disappeared into the kitchen and came back with some coffee. She drank it, and then she went to Charlie and fondled his tool. It got erect and she took him to the couch and they went into a sixty-nine. Jim watched as Charlie sucked his wife's hole and she mouthed his cock.
It was an erotic tableau. Jim watched Charlie's tongue lick the furrow of her cunt and then enter it. Clarice was sucking his prick with her eyes closed. Clarice was a ball of pleasure balanced on a needle of desire. Charlie climaxed and Jim watched the man's wife eagerly swallow his semen. Then she quivered and Jim figured that she had come, too. They lay there for a few minutes more and Clarice got up.
"Everyone has some voyeur in them, Jim," she said. "Did you enjoy watching? I hope you're not all fucked out. You struck me as a real he-man."
She looked at him. "One night, we were in Carmel, and Charlie found this Negro. He was hung like a hot horse. He came in me and never lost his hard-on. We fucked and fucked. I never came so much in my life. The surprise was that he was bisexual and he sucked Charlie's prick. Charlie didn't want him to, because Charlie is straight, but I wanted to see him do it. His head bobbed and Charlie's tool was down in his throat when Charlie came. The guy swallowed it all. I wanted Charlie to fuck him in the ass and so did he, but Charlie wouldn't do it. Have you ever had a man?"
Jim shook his head. Clarice was holding his cock now and moving her hand up and down in it. It was starting to get hard again.
He watched Charlie. Charlie had another drink and was seated in a chair, his dick limp. He watched his wife impassively. She licked Jim's balls and then sucked his cock. It swelled in her mouth and she freed it. She got up and took Jim by the hand and led him to the bedroom. They passed Charlie and he was chinking his drink, unconcerned.
Clarice stretched out on the bed. She was electric with passion. "I want to be fucked, Jim, fuck me!" she cried out.
Her cunt lips quivered as he mounted her and fucked her slowly. Her eyes were shut and she groaned, and then he lifted her buttocks and put his finger in her asshole. He had never done that until he was twenty-eight and he had read about it in a book, how women liked to be finger-impaled while they were being screwed, and he tried it and the woman went ape, so after that he dispensed this luxury as much as possible.
She was unwavering in her desire for sexual satisfaction. She came as they screwed and he still poured his hot rod in to her. She was wet and still eager.
"I love your cock," she whispered.
I'm glad," he said.
"You have a nice big dick," she flattered him. "Fine," he replied.
"Does it turn you on when a woman talks to you like that?" she asked. "A bit," he admitted.
"Some men like it when I do that," she explained. "It excites them Do you like group stuff like today or does it upset you?"
"No," he replied, pumping his cock into her. "You're Charlie's wife and if he wants to share you, it's fine with me."
A look of sensual pleasure came over her face. "You like to fuck, don't you, Jim? I can tell."
Then she moved her ass faster and her cunt tightened on his rod and she sobbed, "I'm coming again!"
He began to fuck her wildly. He heard the door open and looked over his shoulder and Charlie was there.
Clarice was quivering again. "Shell come when you come," Charlie said. Jim kept fucking her. The pleasure was exquisite. She had a sucking pussy that seemed to draw all his semen up. He sighed and stiffened and spurted all his load in three hot jets into her pussy.
He could feel her heart beat as he got up from her trembling body. She looked at Charlie. "That was very good, Charlie, I enjoyed it," she said.
Jim moved toward the door and he turned and saw Clarice grip Charlie's limp dick and kiss it. She was on her knees and she licked and kissed and the dick stiffened. She began to suck it slowly and Charlie stood there with his eyes closed.
Jim went to the front room for his clothes. When he came back to the bedroom to say goodbye, Charlie was eating her. Jim waved at them and left.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Cindy sat by the pool and took in the sun. She noticed that her new swimsuit was attracting attention and she enjoyed that. Lunch had been another treat and she had relished the food. She looked about her and realized that all the people at the resort were very self-indulgent. The mad killer seemed far away just then. It was like the calm in the eye of a hurricane.
She ordered a brandy and ginger ale and drank it. Then a man in bikini trunks pulled a chair alongside her and sat down. He was quite handsome, and about thirty-five years old with dark brown hair and blue eyes.
"Hot enough for you?" he asked.
"Fine," she said.
"You like it here?" he asked.
"Having a ball," she replied.
"Here alone?" he asked.
"No." She shook her head. "He's sleeping."
The man smiled. "Sometimes we sleep our lives away."
Cindy shrugged. "He's tired. He needs it,"
"You're very understanding," the man said.
"I try," she said. She looked at the bulge in the man's crotch. He definitely had a big cock in there.
She swam more and he went into the pool with her. His name was Jeff Gray den and he was married. His wife was sleeping, too.
"Have you ever seen the ghost town?" he asked. "It's only a few miles from here."
"No," she said.
'Take a ride with me?" he urged.
She put on her beach robe and he put on his sweater and they went to his car. The ride was relaxing and Cindy enjoyed it.
The town was a commercial ghost town, with souvenir stands and a restaurant. Jeff began kissing her and feeling her breasts and she was getting horny.
On the way back they passed a motel, and Jeff looked at her. "How horny are you?" he asked.
"Horny enough to ask you to pull to that motel," she laughed.
The room was not bad and he stripped her fast and then himself. When they were nude, he went right in between her legs and started eating her pussy. He was very good at it and Cindy luxuriated in the sensations as his tongue entered her cunt and worked on her clitoris.
"Eat me, lover," she urged.
Just when she was about to come, he stopped and looked at her. "Did you come?" he asked.
She frowned. "You frustrated me, I was just about to when you stopped."
He smiled. "Ill fix that," he said.
He mounted her and her pussy was wet and she began to screw him. "Put your legs around me," he said, "so I can really get deep in you." She obeyed and his tool drilled into her. They screwed wildly and he looked down at her.
"Are you going to come now?" he asked.
"Ohhhhhh, yesssssss," she gasped.
She stiffened as she came.
They lay there and talked and she played with his dick.
"Is your wife a good lay?" she asked.
"My wife is an invalid." "That's why we're at the resort."
"I see, said Cindy, feeling his cock stiffen.
Jeff forced a smile. "She can suck, though. She gives great head, but that's it."
Cindy moved down beside his cock and licked it and then kissed the head. She wanted to suck him and show him what a real cocksucker could do. She was not going to let him come in her mouth, but she was going to drive him crazy. She was very hot and in the mood to be screwed and screwed. She wanted to make sure that he would have plenty of semen so they could ball some more. She took his cock in her mouth and made love to it. She thrashed on the bed. She smiled to herself. He had a nice cock and when she got him really aroused she would take her mouth off it and he would make love to her again.
She thought of how she was part of the promiscuous society. Here she had just met the man a while back and she was intimate with him. The world was changing rapidly, she realized.
"Oh, suck me," she heard him gasp. Her head bobbed. It felt good to have his big, wet tool moving in and out of her mouth. Sometimes, when she was blowing a man, she just let it stay in her mouth while the man pumped it into her face. Today she felt aggressive and her head bobbed and he twisted and turned. She was surprised at his good control. She had heard of men like him. It took hours to blow them and make them come.
She took her mouth off it and got up beside him. "I'm hot and I want it in between my legs," she told him.
"Your wish is my command," he replied.
She lay back and he mounted her. It felt good as it eased into her wet hole. "Oh, that's nice," she said.
"Isn't it?" he laughed.
They worked together in a slow, satisfying rhythm. Cindy liked that. It made it very enjoyable.
"You're tight, I like that," he said.
"I'm glad," she laughed, as she moved her head from side to side. "You really fill me up."
It was easy for him to understand the fact that she loved sex and needed it constantly. It was extremely important for her to come and equally important for him to make her come. He thought of this as his tool plunged in and out of the hairy thicket between her legs. Her rear moved in his hands as his peter plunged in and out of her pussy. It made a suction-like noise.
"So round, so firm, so fully packed," she laughed.
He grunted and kept screwing her. She seemed to find humor in everything. Her cunt was very liquid and he felt her sex juice on his cock. He watched her ass cheeks quiver as his peter plunged in, and he felt her wet vagina tighten on his stiff rod. She arched up and his cock seemed to move deeper in her. Her ass worked faster and faster.
"I'm going to come," she sobbed. "Don't stop. Fuck me. Fuck me good! That feels wonderful"
Then she tensed and sighed. "I came!"
He knew that she had experienced a satisfying orgasm, but his dick was still stiff and he was determined to make her come more and flood her pussy with his hot semen.
"Baby, I want more," she gasped.
She kept the dog-fashion position and he heard her laugh and say, "I want the big, hot, throbbing prick in my hot, juicy, quivering cunt. How does that sound?"
"Oh yes, yes," he answered, as her pussy tightened on the stiff tool that was buried in her. He looked at her soft, white, luscious ass. He always loved a beautiful ass. Once he had thought that a woman's tit was the most beautiful part of her body, but when he grew older he changed his mind and chose the ass.
He started breathing heavily as the twitching of her cunt made him feel wild. He could feel his cock throbbing in her. He pushed harder and he felt his balls hit her cheeks.
"Yes, baby, yes," she sighed in delight. "You're in to the hilt."
Her ass ground against his prick that was deep in her pussy. She squeezed more and the sucking noise was louder. He felt a swelling wave sweep over him and he knew that he was going to come soon. He pumped faster, and then he stiffened and the wave surged and he shot his hot semen into her.
"You came, didn't you?" she asked.
"Yes," he gasped.
"Now keep pumping. I'm going to come again in a moment," she told him.
He bit his lip and kept prodding and she sighed, "There, honey, you can get soft, I came."
He felt his dick soften and then drop out of her wet hole. She rolled over and looked at him, his come dripping out of her humid hole.
"Did you like it?" she asked.
He saw her look at his limp penis. "You shot a big load this time, honey," she commented.
She loved to shock him and enjoyed attention. She was very sure of her womanhood and of her effect on men.
"You want me to kiss it and suck it and get it up again?" she smiled.
He didn't answer, but he felt her move and then he watched as she gripped his cock and licked it and felt his balls. She kissed them. He felt a stirring inside of him. Sometimes life seemed absurd to him. He looked upon women sometimes as a commodity. He smiled to himself. That sucking mouth that had engulfed his half hard cock was part of the human condition. She wanted to be fucked again so she was getting him hard. He could feel the heat and smell the fragrance of her cunt. She had an angelic face, and yet she had the heart of a hooker.
Then he felt her position change and some juice drip from her cunt to his mouth. She stopped sucking. "Eat me," she urged.
His cock was stiff and it was out of her mouth. He licked her slit and she engulfed his prick again, her head bobbing. It felt good. He humped her face as he sucked her split and then tormented her clitoris. He felt the urge to come in her mouth, but he wanted to fuck her again.
Her mouth tightened on the cock and he felt his cream surging and then he didn't care any more. He stiffened and jetted his hot come into her mouth. She swallowed it greedily as he kept lapping her pussy. He wanted her to climax too. That was the purpose of the sixty-nine, both people getting their climaxes.
She quivered and he heard her say, "Hot tongue, you're doing it. You're making me come. Oh, yes, there it is, honey." She trembled as she orgasmed.
"That was good," she said. "Fucking is reality, baby, and so is sucking a dick or having your pussy eaten. If you come, then you have made it; if you don't then you have a problem"
He laughed. He had heard that there was a sex show where a man contorted himself and sucked his own prick and came in his own mouth. In the same show was a woman who ate her own pussy. The idea of these two amused him.
She got up and he looked at her. She was beautiful, and she was especially attractive naked. He liked looking at her when she was naked. It excited him. Sex with her was kind of therapy for him.
She moved her rear to him. "Kiss my ass," she said. He hesitated, and then he kissed one round cheek and then the other.
She had often wondered about the sex morals of other people and she had also wondered if they felt the same as she did when they screwed and came. She liked this free and easy sex, but it had its drawbacks. There was never much gentleness. However, there was also freedom to walk away with no attachments.
She heard the squish-squish sound and she realized that he was deep in her fuzz and that she was about to climax again.
There were times when she made a comparison of men and their sex skill, but usually she was too aroused to do anything but enjoy the rapture of the moment.
She felt him shudder. As he came, so did she.
They went into the stall shower that was part of the bathroom. She turned on the water and regulated it to a comfortable warm spray. While she soaped his back and scrubbed it with one hand, her other hand found his cock.
He soaped her rear and washed her off and his finger found her cunt. They both washed off, and then they kissed under the shower and there was a contact where his prick brushed into her bush. He became playful, playing with the firm red nipples. Then he felt her tits and belly. She began to grind herself against him. They kissed. She leaned back against the wall and the furry target was too much for his rigid penis. He lunged home.
"Ohhhhhh," she sighed. She braced herself, her eyes smoldering and her hips rotating wildly. Their bodies worked together like oiled pistons, their^ skins clinging together. She pounded hard on his thighs, slamming down for the thrill of maximum contact, her eyes closed, her hair flowing over her. She keened like a banshee.
He moaned as he buried his lips in her neck. His nails dug in her buttocks, urging for harder and faster movements. Then her lush torso stiffened and she suggested, "Come in me." He let go in her and she smiled, "I'm coming, too." She climaxed.
They got out and dried off.
"That was fun," she said.
He nodded. "You're a swinging chick."
Thanks," she said.
"You know how to do your stuff anywhere," he said.
"I guess so," she replied.
"You're a sensuous female," he laughed. "That's the 'in' description now."
"How exciting," Cindy commented.
"I can't buy women who tease," he told her. "It isn't natural I always feel that they go home and play with themselves after they give a guy a stone-ache." "I guess," she agreed.
"Do you like to watch people make it?" she asked.
"Not particularly," she retorted.
"But people all fuck differently," he informed her. "Each scene is different. Each cunt, each prick."
"We're all wide open for pleasure," Cindy said. "It's up to a husband or wife to make sure that they satisfy the other."
"Or else," he said.
"That's right," she agreed. "Or they get it elsewhere. If s supply and demand. Women demand that men supply it."
"You sure know how to give head with that tender, milking mouth of yours," he complimented her.
"I never have had to beg for it," Cindy said proudly. "There have always been a lot of men ready to give me all I wanted, any way that I wanted it."
"We are all animals," he said. "Sex is bittersweet."
"Well, you get hot and involved and you never have the power to stop," she said.
"What is your current dilemma?" he asked.
"None," she replied breezily. "I'm cool. I'm on course to where I am going in the world."
"You're honest," he laughed, "and that is a rare virtue in our world."
"Of course, I take the sweet ride through life. I take life as it comes and people take me as I am. I make no excuses for anything," she pointed out bluntly.
"Have you ever been deliriously happy?" he asked.
"A few times," she replied. "It never lasts long."
"I meet so many embittered people, even here," he said. "I know." She nodded.
"I guess to some people that truth is painful," he observed.
"Happiness or unhappiness related to sex is whether you are happy or unhappy when you screw," she laughed. "I'm always glad to make it."
"I guess as we get older we gain strength, but we lose hope," he stated.
"It all depends on what you want out of life " she laughed. "I think that we all hate to be serious, to think. Death when it happens is sudden and final. It is the ultimate end. When you are dead, everything is over forever."
"Don't you believe in Heaven?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said honestly. "I'd like to believe there is one, but I doubt it."
"I feel sorry for queers, both male and female," he told her. "They always look so unsure and so unfulfilled. As if they didn't fit anywhere."
"I think they feel that they don't fit. I attract a lot of women who would like to make it with me. I'm that sexy that they want to make love to me," Cindy admitted.
"There is an expression that if you took all the women in the world and stripped them naked and stood them on their heads with their legs spread they would all look the same," he said.
Cindy grinned. "That's not true. We all have different-looking cocks and cunts."
"I find that women are as tyrannical as men," he told her. "Haven't you?"
"Oh yes," she stated. "There is nothing like a woman who is sexy and has no tits. A flat-chested woman will give a man a great lay because she is aware that she has no tits and she feels that she is not as female as the woman with nice breasts."
"So many women are evasive, but you're not," he told her. "Hike that."
"Because some women feel that they can do no wrong and I know I can do wrong and I do do wrong. We all have our kookiness and the world is screwed up-just look at the newspapers," she declared. "I think that psychiatrists are nuts and that they need help, too. So many people have no imagination."
She paused, then continued. "I have night mares and I wake up in a sweat. One night, I dreamed of a fountain that had warm blood in it rather than water. Then I dreamed of swimming in a pool of sperm. They are horrible, nightmares."
"Women try to castrate men," he said. "I know, but men should fight it," she prescribed.
"Men are so vulnerable, they will do anything to make it with a woman," he said.
"And women are selfish," she answered. "Never forget that." He chuckled.
She kissed him, then broke the kiss. "This is getting very deep, all this philosophy," she said.
"I seldom talk that way, but I really felt like it with you," he said.
She smiled and they left the motel. Neither thought then of the Murderer in their midst.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Frank Santon was furious. Here they were on a vacation and Lisa had to go to a beauty parlor. He grinned. Imagine having a beauty parlor in a place like this.
He walked past the pool and looked at a young girl in a bikini and thought about her big ass. the smooth thick thighs, and her big tits that overflowed her bikini top. She looked about twenty-two and he thought that she had been fucked a lot in her life. He judged by the way she walked, accentuating her ass.
He felt horny. Grinning, he thought that he would like to walk up to her and say, "I would like to suck your hairy cunt for about an hour and then when you come I would like to fuck you. Then you can suck me off."
He kept walking. He didn't like that kind of approach. You looked, but you never touched. He always had a feeling of helplessness when a woman was blowing him. He just lay back and let her do her thing. He had always felt that women enjoyed fellatio because they were the one dominating the man.
There didn't seem to be an air of reality today. Frank felt like he was on some cloud. He was away from the double talk of the city and business. He had always felt that people talked too much. Logic was never really logic. You can't tell someone they are asleep when they believe that they are awake.
He felt bored and went into the locker room and got some trunks and put them on and put his clothes in the locker. Then he went out to the pool and sat down.
He felt more bored, and he went into the pool When he came out, he saw her first. She had on a white bikini and she was stacked. Then he saw her husband, a little man with a puppy dog face. He sat near them Her husband bought the first drink. He accepted it. Then they came over. "My name is Clyde Gibbons and this is my wife, Martha," he said.
They had quite a few drinks. Then Martha suggested that they go to their room Frank agreed.
She bolted the door and then slipped out of the bikini Her tits were big and red-nippled. Her mound was hairy.
"Take off your trunks," she told Frank.
Clyde got undressed while Martha was blowing Frank. She was very good and she cupped his balls and he wanted to come in her mouth. He had doubts about Clyde. He was sure that he was either queer or double-gaited.
Martha took her mouth off his steaming prick and got up. She looked at Frank.
"I suppose you realize that Clyde wants to suck you?' she said.
He just stood there and Clyde took that for approval and went down on him. Frank stood there and watched the man mouth his cock. Martha watched impassively.
Frank still had his hard-on and he shut his eyes as the man blew him.
"Come in his mouth," he heard Martha say. "He likes that."
Frank took his cock out of Clyde's mouth and the man looked surprised. Frank looked at Martha. "I want to fuck you first," Frank said.
Martha looked impassive. "They usually let him blow them, the men. Later, we go orgy."
Frank shrugged. "I'm different. I dig you, I want to fuck you, then he can have my dick for an all-day sucker."
Clyde smiled. "Do it, Martha," he said.
She came to Frank and kissed him and ran her cool fingers down his, resting them on the base of his erected penis. She began to stroke softly at the thick rod. Her breath began to come in short gasps,
"You have a big cock," she said. "I wonder what it will feel like in me?"
"Does Clyde fuck you?" Frank asked.
"Sometimes." She shrugged.
His face was flushed with passion. His cock strained She fingered the loose sacks of flesh between his legs. He grabbed her and pushed her to him. Her quivering breasts crushed against his chest. He lowered her to the floor. He pressed his knees between her soft thighs until they were wide open.
The pink moistness of her vaginal lips was plainly visible through her pubic hair. She lifted up eagerly, her rounded buttocks tense and waiting. He pushed the tip of his swollen cock against her pulsing, hair-lined cunt. He felt her warm, secreting juices flow hotly around the rubbery head. He gritted his teeth and probed the quivering entrance way for a moment, then with all his strength drove his hips forward, sinking his throbbing, hot cock deep into her eager, wet cunt.
"Guess who's going to get fucked?" he laughed.
"Me," she smiled.
He drove with long powerful strokes into her wanting cunt.
"Oh, yes, do it," she urged.
Clyde watched. She ground and bucked underneath him, her hands clutching his body frantically. "Fuck her, fuck her good," he heard Clyde say.
He looked at her face and saw that it was flushed. As she writhed, he knew that she was coming closer and closer to an orgasm
"You've got a hot pussy," he said.
"I know," she said breathlessly.
He speeded up the tempo of his thrusts. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Clyde get behind him and go to his knees. He felt Clyde's tongue lick his balls as he shoved his cock in and out of Martha's wet pussy.
"Don't take it out," warned Martha. "Hell suck it and I won't get to come. He does that."
Her white flaccid breasts quivered and trembled beneath him. He could hear the sound of his belly smacking against hers. Clyde moved and Frank saw him squatted beside Martha's shoulder. His cock was rigid.
Martha looked at him. "Ill help you," she said. She gripped his tool and began to jerk it.
She looked back at Frank. "He likes to be jerked off. I like to watch him come."
She jerked Clyde's prick wildly and came while she was doing it, and Frank watched fascinated as he fucked her. Then Clyde spurted and his jism shot through the air, landing on the rug. He came in three spurts. Then Clyde got up.
Martha kissed Frank wildly. Her hands reached up and locked themselves around the back of his neck, pulling his face to hers. She sucked his tongue. Their saliva mixed together. Her legs kicked out.
"I'm so hot," she sobbed.
"So am I," he answered.
He buckled down on her and she moved with him. The hot walls of her clasping cunt clung hungrily around his thick shaft as she pounded him back in the first throes of her next orgasm. Warm shudders went rippling through her.
"How does it feel?" Frank asked.
"I needed this," she said.
"I know," Frank said with understanding. "Why did you marry him?" he asked. "Money,"she said. "He has money." "I see, Frank replied.
"I want to watch someone fuck him in the ass later. I enjoy that," she told him. "I enjoy it more than seeing him suck a man's cock."
He shot his hot fluid in her twitching cunt and she sobbed, "I'm coming too!"
He shot another jet deep in her belly. "Oh, that feels wonderful," she said.
They had chinks and Martha played with Frank's cock as Clyde watched eagerly. Frank looked at Clyde and then at Martha. "Spread your legs," he told her. Martha obeyed.
He looked at Clyde. "Get on your knees, Clyde," he said.
"Why?" Clyde asked.
"Because I said so," Frank answered.
Clyde looked over at Martha and she nodded her head. Clyde obeyed.
"Can you see her cunt?" Frank asked.
Martha smiled.
"Yes," Clyde answered.
"Have you ever sucked it or kissed it?" Frank asked, as he watched the man's eyes bead up.
"No," Clyde replied.
"Why?" Frank asked.
"Because," Clyde said.
"That's no answer," Frank pressed.
"I don't like to," Clyde answered.
"I want you to kiss it and suck it," Frank ordered.
Martha was amused. Clyde looked at him. Frank's cock was stiffening.
"All right, but I won't like it," Clyde said.
Frank looked at Martha's face as her husband performed cunnilingus on her. He was getting her hot. He wondered what Clyde was thinking.
Martha shut her eyes as Clyde ate her.
"Does it feel good?" Frank asked her.
"He keeps tonguing my clit, and that gets me hot," she confessed to Frank.
"You should have him do this more often to you," Frank said.
"I'm sure that this will be the last time," Martha answered.
"I want to watch you come," Frank said. She breathed harder and harder. Clyde's cock was limp. She opened her legs wider and looked at Frank.
"Kiss me, I'm coming," she gasped. Frank kissed her. He could feel her body hot with passion as his lips touched hers.
Clyde gripped his cock. He pushed Martha away and mouthed Frank's cock. Frank gazed at him. Clyde was sucking wildly.
Martha shrugged. "He loves to fellate men," she said, "better than anything else in this world."
"I want to fuck him," Frank said.
"Are you kidding?" Martha asked, surprised.
"No," Frank said.
"Have you ever fucked a man before?" she asked, as she gazed closely at Frank.
"No, but I want to fuck him while he eats you again," Frank told her.
"Why?'she asked.
"'Cause I feel like doing it that way," he grinned. "Are you game?"
"Why not?" she replied.
Frank pulled Clyde's mouth off his tool. He got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back his cock was greased and stiff. Clyde couldn't take his eyes off it.
Frank positioned Martha on the floor with her thighs spread and then he had Clyde over her. He positioned his cock between Clyde's buttocks. Then he lunged and he felt the hardness of his prick going up the man. Clyde moved his hips wildly.
"Eat her," screamed Frank.
Clyde buried his face between Martha's legs. Her body writhed under his sucking mouth. Frank could hear the slurps he made with his mouth on her cunt. Clyde was going to eat her again whether he liked it or not.
Frank fucked Clyde violently. It was a different feeling, having his prick up a man's hole. He was amazed that he was enjoying the sensation within his prick.
"Ohhhhhh," moaned Martha.
Clyde's ass was quivering as Frank gave it to him Frank felt as if the man was defenseless. He wished that he could see the look on his face. He reached around and found Clyde's cock. It was hard and he began to jerk it. The man's prick was hot in his hand.
Clyde jack-knifed as he shot his load, but Frank's peter was still hard in him. He sucked greedily on the moist wet cunt of his wife. It was food for her. Martha's fingers clenched and unclenched, then she screamed. "I'm coming!" She arched and climaxed.
Frank kept balling Clyde, and then he felt his come surging up and he stiffened and poured his hot semen in Clyde's twitching rear. As Frank shot his load into Clyde, oozing liquid shot from Clyde's prick.
Frank got up. Clyde got to his feet and so did Martha.
"That was wild," Martha said.
Frank looked at them and went to the shower. Then he came back and dressed. He thought what he had just done would serve Lisa right for running out on him. Vaguely, he wondered where in hell she was....
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Lisa cringed as the whip hit her big ass.
"You're hurting me, you bastard," she screamed at the top of her lungs.
The man smiled at her, "You like it, don't you?"
Lisa didn't answer.
"Don't you?" he pressed.
"Yes," she bellowed.
She had found him in the bar. They had some drinks and then she decided to go with him when he asked her. He looked a little strange, but she figured, What the hell?
He showed her the whip first, and then she undressed. His name was Clay Morse. He told her that he was married. His wife didn't know anything about his real sex habits. From the moment she saw the whip, she knew he was her man. The problem was, to bring him in. At the moment, she was helpless.
The whip lashed across her breasts and she gritted her teeth. It was painful, but, incredibly, she liked the sensation. It was new, it was different. It was also potentially deadly as hell. Visions of half-flayed corpses danced in her mind-Glenda's body, Sugar's ....
"Aggggghhhh," she yelled.
She watched him come at her and she staggered back. She fell to the bed and he looked at her.
"Spread your legs," he said.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"Never mind," he answered.
His dick was rock-hard. She spread her legs and she watched with surprise as he took the whip handle and inserted it in her wet pussy.
"Fuck it," he said.
It felt like a penis and she moved with it. She began to shake. She looked at his throbbing penis standing hard and erect from his paunchy body. The whip handle was wet with her cunt juice. He shoved it deeper and deeper. The lustful flames of passion consumed her. The whip handle felt like a burning hot dick. Her pussy made a moist, sucking sound as he shoved the whip handle in and out. The hair-lined lips accepted the object. Her belly began to heave.
"Tell me when you come?" she asked.
Lightning shafts of sensation hit her. Her breasts heaved.
"Shove it in faster ... faster ... ohhh," she gurgled.
She gasped and panted, and then she stiffened. The cuntal juices covered the handle of the whip as he took it out.
"Now," he said, throwing the whip down, "you get the real thing."
His fingers gripped her soft, rounded thighs and parted them. He could feel his hard cock go into her as her cunt spread before the thrusting of the engorged head of his prick. Her pussy was on fire. The penis pounding into her felt like a giant skewer. Her buttocks swung violently as he pounded into her. The shaft pounded deeper and deeper inside her. She knew that it would not be long until he exploded into her grasping cunt.
He gave one last, throaty gasp, and with a violent jerk he erupted somewhere deep inside himself to send breaking waves of white-hot cream into her tight sheath. Some of it leaked out of her twat and matted the pubic hair between them. His cock got soft and he smiled at her lewdly. She wondered what was next.
"That was good," he said.
She got up slowly. She smelled the pungent sex smell about herself and she reached down for the whip. She was going to smack the hell out of him. She gripped it and then she saw his face. He looked at the deadly look in her eyes.
She aimed for his balls. He screamed as the whip hit them.
"Yoweeeeeeee!" he yelled. He leaped from the bed. She followed him, the whip hitting his ass.
"How does that feel? you murdering bastard!"
She caught him on his back.
"Owwwwwwww!" he yelled.
He watched her as she held the whip and crouched in a chair, parting her thighs so that her cunt was visible to the sated man. She grinned obscenely.
"I want you to eat it," she said.
He got to his knees and she put the whip down and slapped his face.
"You better make it good," she commanded.
He began to run his fingers hungrily over the softness of her flesh. He moved his head to the narrow pink slit between her thighs and began licking and probing greedily at her red-hot cunt. Stiffening his tongue, he drove the full length of it in her. Lisa loved it!
His tongue worked on the fluted pink edges of her vaginal lips and over her sensitive clitoris atop her pubic mound. She gurgled from deep in her throat. "Oh, that's good," she sighed.
His mouth caught her clitoris and she sobbed, "I... can't stand it... ooooooohhhhh."
Then she came.
She watched him as he slid his body over her rapidly rising and falling belly so that he was straddling her chest. She could see that his cock was stiff again and his testicles hung over her breasts. The swollen scarlet head was inches from her gasping mouth.
"Kiss it," he said.
"Fuck you," she replied.
"You better do it," he warned.
She kissed it and licked it. She moved her head forward and felt him thrust. Slowly, she took the head of his cock deep into her gasping mouth. It slapped against the back of her throat and almost gagged her.
"I'll bet you're great," he said.
"So I've been told," she answered.
She put his prick into her mouth again and her oval lips tightened on it. Waves of lust broke over her. His breath was coming in gasps and pants as he felt her suck his hot throbbing prick. He clenched his teeth as it got good to him. She moved her mouth on his tool. She wanted him to come. She wanted to taste his hot sperm. He kept making animal noises as she licked and sucked him. He thrashed and she sucked harder and harder. She began to use her tongue.
"That's great," he sighed.
He was straining and sobbing. "Ohhhhh, I'm coming!"
Great tidal waves of white-hot liquid flooded into her gasping mouth and flowed down the corners of her lips. She thought she would drown in a great flood of jism as she gulped down the white sticky fluid that flowed through her teeth and tongue and down the cavern of her gorged throat. He kept emptying his burning sperm into her gurgling mouth. Then he was still. When she took her mouth away, he was breathing hard.
"Wow!" he said. Then she picked up the whip again and lashed him hard across the buttocks.
"What's that for?" he cried.
"Get dressed, you murderous bastard," Lisa said. "I'm taking you in."
She gave his shuddering rump another lash for good measure, and enjoyed watching the bright blood ooze through the torn flesh. She climaxed at the sight....
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
John the bartender opened the door to his room and let Gertie in. Gertie was the cocktail waitress in the lounge on his shift. He had been after her quite a while to make it with him and now she had agreed.
Gertie still had on her mini-outfit that she wore in the lounge. It clung suggestively to the full, rounded curves of her body, accentuating the soft fullness of her ripe bosom, the narrowness of her waist and the slight bulge on her hips.
Her long, muscular legs jutted out of the hem of the miniskirt. The material hugged the contours of her full round buttocks.
"You're beautiful," John said.
"Thank you," Gertie smiled.
She was ready, willing, and able. She let him take her dress off and unhook her bra. Her round, full, soft breasts were visible with their upright pink nipples. His hands wandered down to the narrowness of her waist, gripping her taut white flesh, and then down to the fleshy bulge of her hips.
Her garter belt held up her black silk stockings, and she had on black lace panties. He unhooked the garter belt and took it off, then the panties and finally the stockings.
"Like what you see?" she cooed.
"Love it," he replied.
She watched him as he undressed. When he was naked, she moved to him and toyed with his cock and played with his two round balls.
"Today was a rough day, huh?" she sighed, as she tormented his prick.
"Yeah, these people that come here want their money's worth," he said.
He took her to the bed and she lay down, quivering. He grinned at her and felt her vagina. It was nice and wet,
"You're ready for it, aren't you?" he asked.
"And how," she laughed.
She saw his urgent hard cock as he moved over her. He mounted her and slid his tool into her. His hands reached under and lifted her soft round buttocks. She was open for him. She moved so that he could get the hard tool in her deeper.
"Ooooohhhhh.,. God... ooohhh... God... you're tight," he sighed. She felt the jerking cock between the tender lips of her vagina. She seemed to suddenly have great empathy, and she worked with him. He drove his huge throbbing rod of flesh into her until she felt that her whole belly would split. He pounded away at her sex channel until she could feel the walls of her vagina contract around his throbbing tool.
She felt excited. "It's soooooo ggggoooooddd," she crooned to him.
She had never felt anyone as hard as him in her life. He moved his cock like a pile driver and he seemed to get deeper and deeper in her. She liked that. She liked to feel a man inside her. She began to lubricate.
He was excited. "Tell me to fuck you," he whispered into her ear.
"Puck me!" she gasped.
She felt his penis grow thicker and thicker in her. Her body felt like plastic clay as she moved under him. She pushed back hard against his driving penis.
"I want you to come in me," she told him. "I'm okay, I take the pill."
Her face was contorted with passion. She could feel the heat rise from within her.
"Are you going to come?" he asked.
"Yes, right now." Then she screamed, "NOW!"
She stiffened and he hammered his cock home, and then let out his hot load into her slit
"I'm coming, too," he said.
He felt the load shoot from his prick and push its way into her cunt.
She felt it charge into her. She was breathless. "I'll bet we have more fun than these stupid guests," Gertie said. "So do I," smiled John.
