At some point in life, almost everyone rebels against something. For children it may be their parents who become targets; for others it may be a spouse. For still others, it may be any number of people or institutions who are singled out for wrath and anger.
For Carol, the young woman in this story, her husband became the target of her anger, a scapegoat for her continuing sexual frustration. What she doesn't know, however, is that the man she needs doesn't exist. Thus she soon finds herself looking everywhere for fulfillment, going deeper and deeper into a perverted tailspin that threatens to wreck her marriage and everything that is important to her.
RED-HOT WIFE -- the story of a woman who forgets everything else in her life in a wild attempt to satisfy the craving that rule both her mind and body.
The Publisher
Chapter One
"Go ahead, Jocelyn. Fuck him," I said, giggling ridiculously.
"Jesus, Carol, is that all you ever think about?"
"Yep."
We all giggled at that. I guess we were a little drunk. Actually, we were more than a little drunk; we were very drunk.
And I wanted to see Jim fuck Jocelyn. My cunt was tingling just at the thought of watching his big cock slamming in and out of her sweet pussy, and I could feel my own wetness spreading to my panties.
"You're strange, Carol," Jim said.
"Thank you. Now fuck her," I replied, waving my glass emphatically and stifling another laugh. I really wanted to see it, and despite what he said it was obvious that Jim thought the idea of making it with Jocelyn right here in front of two other people turned him on.
"What do you think, Jocelyn?"
She looked uneasy, but it was simple enough to tell that she wanted to do it as much as he did. Taking a long pull off her drink, she finally stood up.
Suddenly the motel room was very quiet. The only sounds were those of four people breathing as Jocelyn silently placed her drink on a table and began to undress.
I loved it.
Of course I'd seen her naked before, but Jim and Raymond hadn't. After all, they'd only met us tonight.
"Do it, baby," Jim whispered.
Jocelyn began to unbutton her blouse. Almost immediately the soft, fleshy mounds that were her tits began to become visible, pressed together by the restrict jug force of her bra.
She let the blouse drop to the floor. Then her [missing text].
After a few moments she was standing there in only bra and panties. Taking another sip from her drink, she pawed, then licked her lips. It wags obvious that she was quickly forgetting any inhibitions she might have had a few minutes ago.
"Don't stop now, baby," Jim urged, nibbling his hand across his crotch. Raymond, next to me on the bed, wasn't saying anything, but it didn't matter. I could feel his excitement. The entire room was positively alive with sexual electricity.
I laid a hand on Raymond's thigh, caressing him through his pants, letting him know that Jim and Jocelyn weren't going to be the only show tonight. Just the first.
"What do you want to see?" Jocelyn whispered.
"Your tits, baby. Your big, sweet tit."
She smiled. Then quickly she reached up behind her back and released the clasp that held her bra in place. It fell to the floor and immediately her tits jumped free, white and soft in the dim light, nipples erect and pink.
"Jesus," Jim moaned. His hand on his crotch was moving faster now, and beneath the tight material of his trousers I could see his cock swelling.
This was going to be good.
"What else?" Jocelyn whispered, looking Jim in the eye while she let bath her hands run lightly over her tits.
"Your cunt, baby. Your cunt."
She nodded, then slipped two fingers beneath the elastic waistband of her panties. For a moment she looked like she was going to pull them down, but then she hesitated. I could tell what was on her mind, and I had to smile. She was a tease; she'd been one for as long as I'd known her. This was obviously too good an opportunity to pass up.
Without taking the panties down, she pushed her two fingers down until they were deep in her crotch. It was impossible to see exactly what she was doing, but when she groaned a little I knew that she had slipped them inside her pussy.
A moment later she pulled both of them out.
They glistened brightly with the juice that covered them.
"God."
My own cunt was positively overflowing as I watched her take both fingers, one at a time, into her mouth and suck them until all the honey was gone. She did it slowly, letting her wet tongue curl around each digit, never once taking her eyes from Jim.
Then finally she pulled her panties off.
For a frozen moment nothing happened. We wen, all looking at the soft, furry triangle that had finally been revealed to us. That she was dripping wet was clearly evident, and I knew that Jim wouldn't be able to wait much longer.
I was right.
Before anything else could happen he stood up and gestured sharply for her to lie down on the other bed.
Jocelyn did as she was told.
A moment later he was towering over her while she lay on her back, her legs spread wide enough to reveal the rich, pink moistness of her pussy. Just to tease him a little more she reached down with her fingers and spread her cunt lips wider apart, revealing the inner richness of her slit. Jim didn't waste any time.
The first thing he did was take his shirt off, and I was surprised to see how powerful his upper body was. The muscles rolled smoothly beneath his skin, and there wasn't any fat anywhere.
Then he dropped his trousers and underpants in one motion, revealing a thick, hard cock that was fully erect and ready for action.
Almost involuntarily my own free hand went to my cunt, stroking the sensitive region through my slacks. This was too much; his cock was enormous. I could see that Jocelyn was impressed, and she'd seen plenty of big cocks before.
Jim dropped to the bed, straddling her so that his heavy meat was dangling above her body. I was surprised that he didn't slam into her right away, but then I realized that since she had made him wait this long now he wanted to tease her just a little bit as well.
Jim began to stroke his prick, making it grow even larger just a few inches above Jocelyn's face. Her eyes were wide, staring at his cock.
"Think you can handle it?" Jim asked softly, watching her eyes on his cock.
"Try me."
"Not yet, baby. Not yet. I want something else first."
"What?"
"I want you to suck me off."
Jocelyn didn't say anything. Her breath was coming in quick, short gasps, and judging from the way her tits were heaving up and down on her chest, it was pretty evident that she was turned on by the idea.
Silently she reached up and let the fingers of both her hands encircle his meat. If it had looked large before, it looked positively monstrous now in the grasp of Jocelyn a smaller, slimmer fingers.
She raised up her head until it was just a few inches away from the dark, purple akin of his cock. Then she kissed it, first placing her wet lips on the bulbous head of his meat, then working her way down the shaft until finally she was kissing his balls.
"I said suck it, baby." Jim's voice was powerful, but not menacing. He knew he we going to get his way.
Jocelyn returned to the top of his cock, parted her lips, and began to force her way down. I almost gasped out loud when I saw how wide she had to open just to get his cockhead into her mouth. But she did it.
Slowly, the muscles of her mouth and throat working fluidly, she began to descend. The three of us watched, mesmerized, until finally she had taken him all the way into her.
Incredible.
It looked like his prick must reach ail the way to her stomach, so long was it. But she didn't wait; it was evident that she was getting into what she was doing. With Jocelyn, once that happened nothing else mattered.
She began to slide up and down, slowly at first, but faster and faster as she gained confidence. Jim watched without moving for a while, but as her movements became more frenzied he started to pump into her, fucking her in the mouth with his big, thick cock.
"God, Jocelyn. Do it," I groaned, unable to contain myself. I had never seen anything like this, and the sight of his thick meat disappearing again and again into her smooth, soft throat was too much for me. My right hand was all over Raymond's cock, rubbing it tough the material of his trousers, while my left hand was moving quickly and firmly over my cunt-mound.
Suddenly Jocelyn lurched upward, pulling her mouth off his cock.
"Now fuck me, Goddamnit, fuck my cunt. Now!" Jim needed no more urging. With a single powerful motion he spread her legs wide and slammed into her. I could see her cunt lips part madly as they sought to accommodate his monstrous weapon.
Then he was inside her, thrusting wildly while she fought to wrap her legs around his back. Finally she succeeded, and a moment later she was pulling herself up to meet him, grinding her sweet cunt against his cock, gasping and moaning with her eyes closed.
"Oh yeah, that's good. Harder, Jim, fuck me hard... make me hurt... ohhhh... yeah... harder... make me hurt!"
Jim did his best.
The muscles in his back and ass flexed wildly with each thrust, and his long slimy cock continued to slide in and out of Jocelyn's match.
After a few moments Jocelyn reached up with her own hands and began to massage her tits, feeling their softness, pinching the nipples that were already larger and harder than I'd ever seen them.
Her back arched and every muscle in her body stiffened convulsively.
At almost the same moment Jim lunged backward, jerking his cock out of her cunt. Then he was over her, his prick in his hand, as suddenly he exploded.
It was incredible.
The lint wad of cum that shot out of his prick was so big it practically covered her left tit when it landed on her. But it was just the beginning. For thirty seconds he milked himself onto her, squirting his sticky jism all over her body, bathing her in the wet, slimy liquid.
Then finally he was finished.
Nobody said anything. Jocelyn, smiling spread his cum all over her body while the three of us looked on.
My head was swirling. I couldn't remember ever being this turned on; I wanted to get fucked so badly I could taste it.
I turned to Raymond.
He was looking at me, his eyes as wild as mine.
"Now," I whispered.
He nodded.
Thirty seconds later we were both naked. His body was different from Jim's, but attractive in its own way. He was long and slim; in fact everything about him was long and slim, including his cock.
I reached out and touched his balls, letting my fingers run lightly over the wrinkled skin. Almost immediately I could feel the muscles inside him tighten, drawing up his balls as he responded to my touch.
Then I started running my fingers up and down his cock. In the background I could hear Jocelyn and Jim breathing heavily, and I knew that they were watching.
"Now fuck me."
I turned over on all fours, presenting my white ass to him. I could feel my tits dangling down beneath me, almost brushing the bedspread. The feeling turned me on so much that I dropped lower, keeping my ass up high, so that I could let my nipples rub against the bed beneath me.
Raymond grabbed my ass and spread it wide. I could feel the honey pouring from my cunt, and I knew that he must be getting a tremendous view of my hungry slit.
Then his cockhead was touching my pussy, gently parting the lips as he pushed it slowly forward.
"Go ahead, Raymond. Fuck me. Hard."
But he wouldn't do it hard. Not at first, anyway. Instead, with agonizing slowness, he slid his long meat into my muff. I was so turned on that it seemed like I could feel every tiny ridge, every vein in his cock.
Finally he was all the way in me.
Then he began to thrust in and out. Reaching back with two fingers I could feel his slippery meat as it moved through the soft hair that guarded my cunt. At the same time I let one of the fingers run lightly over my clit, flicking the sensitive bud as it grew larger and larger.
"Come on, Raymond, fuck me hard. Please... Fuck me harder!"
He gave in to my will. Grabbing both my ass cheeks, he began to pump savagely into me, spreading me wide so that his cock sank into my cunt to the hilt.
"Yes! Ohhhh yesss... that's it, now keep it up, Ray, keep coming at me..."
I really needn't have said anything; he was fully into it now. His cock was slamming in and out of me viciously, smashing my cunt so hard that all I could do was gasp for breath and keep going.
It was fantastic.
In and out he plunged, knifing into me so violently that all I could do was hang on and let it happen.
And believe me, inside my cunt it was really happening. I could feel the familiar flashes that would lead ultimately to the release I craved. Hot juices were beginning to seep from my cunt, and with each successive thrust that juice was oozing more copiously.
"Make me come, Ray, God, make me come. I can't stand it."
I began to thrash back wildly against him, grinding my cunt against his cock with all the force my body could produce.
"Yeah, baby, that's good," he said, reaching around and grabbing both my tits, squeezing them so hard that I thought I would die from delight.
Inside my cunt, the juices were boiling. It wouldn't be long now -- nothing could keep me from making it over the top.
"Come on Ray, harder. Do it harder... fuck me, baby, fuck me good."
Like wild animals we thrashed and heaved, grinding and thumping into each other until finally something had to give.
My cunt exploded.
"YESSSSSSSSSS!"
The first wave swept through me, hot cream shooting out of the depths of my cunt onto his cock. I could feel violent contractions shooting through my body, and I knew that each of them was being transferred through my cunt to Raymond's cock.
He couldn't last much longer; not with what was happening to my cunt. Again and again I was racked with explosions that reduced me to a quivering, simpering mass of flesh.
But still he didn't come.
He kept pumping into me, slashing into my trembling cunt until I thought I was going to die.
Then finally it happened.
"Hold on, baby," he groaned. Then his cock seemed to jump inside my cunt, and a moment later my entire pussy was flooded with wave after wave of his hot cum. His cock seemed to expand wildly with each thrust, and I could feel the sizzling cum splashing against the deepest walls of my pussy.
A minute later it was over. Exhausted, we both sank to the bed.
Chapter Two
I didn't always enjoy sex so much. In fact, up until a few years ago I was absolutely terrified of it. When Howard and I got married I was still a virgin; so much a virgin, in fact, that no one besides a doctor had ever even had a finger inside me. Including myself. My mother had always made it clear that nice girls didn't do that sort of thing, and I was always determined to be a nice slit. What a waste.
On our wedding night I was petrified. We had driven for several hours after the wedding and the next morning we were going to catch a plane for the Bahamas.
The next morning, however, seemed light years any when we checked into the hotel.
"What's the matter?" Howard asked. "Nothing."
"You're scared, aren't you?"
"Who me?"
"Have some champagne."
"All right."
I tried to drink some of the bubbly liquid, but it didn't do any good. I knew that if I had enough of it to make me calm, it would also make me sick. Then things would really be a mess.
Howard was older than me; I was twenty-one and he was almost thirty. He was a terribly nice person; a banker in the town where I had grown up. I was in love with him; in fact, I practically worshipped him. But nevertheless I had never let him touch me below the neck.
Looking at him now, I knew that he was more than ready to start touching me below the neck. The thought made me shiver.
"Would it help if I turned the lights out?"
I shrugged. Nothing would help.
He compromised, turning off all but one of them. Now the room was dim; soft and warm. But I was cold. I could feel goosebumps all over my body as he reached out and began to stroke my back.
Maybe it would have been better if he had been a little better looking; I'm not certain. As it was, I might have loved him, but his appearance was just average. He was big, a little heavy, but very gentle.
He kissed me.
I tried to kiss him back, but I was so upset that I really doubt I did a very good job of it. Still, he was patient with me, not forcing his hands down below my neck until I was ready.
Or at least until I gave in; at this rate, I would never be ready.
"Go ahead," I whispered finally.
He nodded, then began to slide his hand down the back of my dress. I could feel my body growing even tenser as he pulled down the zipper.
This was going to be it.
For ten minutes we both lay naked on the bed. I was trembling; he was looking down at me with what could only be described as total tenderness. I hadn't looked at his cock yet; I was afraid to.
This couldn't go on forever. I had to relax or else everything was going to be a fiasco. Or more of a fiasco, it was already bad enough.
"You're beautiful," he said softly.
"Yeah," I answered. Not exactly a brilliant response, but I was too nervous to talk.
Then I saw his cock and practically fainted. It was huge! I couldn't believe what I was looking at; it was like some gigantic sausage. And it was going to go inside me.
I felt like I was going to faint.
"Hold me," I whispered.
He held me, but he also started stroking my tits, running his fingers across my nipples in a way that was tender, but which nevertheless terrified me.
I had to relax.
Had to!
My nipples were hard, but I wasn't turned on. I was frozen; ice cold was the only description that could explain how I felt.
"Spread your legs," Howard whispered, running his hand slowly down my front.
I closed my eyes and did as I was told.
I could feel his hand crossing my stomach, inching closer and closer to my tight, virgin pussy. When he reached my crotch hair he paused.
I breathed for the first time in thirty seconds.
"You know how long I've been waiting for this, don't you?"
"Ummmmm." Another brilliant response.
"And you know how much I love you, don't you?"
"Just do it, Howard."
I was immediately sorry for being so short with him, but I wasn't exactly feeling romantic. I felt more like I was with a dentist who was getting ready to drill my teeth.
"I'm sorry, Howard. I'm just stupid."
"You're not stupid. You're just scared."
"That too."
His hand was cupped over my crotch now, trying to warm me up, while I just lay there trying not to think too much about his cock.
Then he put a finger inside me.
I shuddered. Even his finger felt huge! But he just kept pushing it in, slowly moving forward until he was in me up to his knuckle. "Is it good."
"Ummmmmmm."
I wasn't feeling anything, so I couldn't give him anything but a non-committal answer. My cunt was so frozen that I just wasn't aware of any sensation in any real sense.
Then he began to move his finger in and out, sliding it through my pussy, gathering what little wetness my body had produced onto his digit.
"Jesus, you're tight."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. It's good."
Speak for yourself, I thought. But I didn't say anything.
"Carol?"
"What?"
"I want you to touch me..."
"Where?"
"Down there."
I swallowed hard. How could I refuse him? My mind was racing, but I couldn't come up with any kind of excuse. After all, this was our honeymoon. I considered pretending to faint, but decided not to.
I reached down and grabbed his cock.
"Yeah, that's it. Easy now."
I was holding onto it like it was a garden hose about to shoot water all over me if I didn't keep it under control.
"That's nice," he said, but I knew it wasn't. He was just trying to make me feel better. Christ, what a jerk I was turning out to be!
I forced myself to relax, then softened my grip on his cock.
"That's better. I thought you were gonna strange it."
"I'm sorry."
"Will you quit being sorry? It's only your first time, for chrissake."
That helped a little. At least I didn't feel quite so miserable now.
"Slower, that's it. Nice and easy."
His cock felt strange in my hands, but now that I was getting used to it, the whale thing didn't seem quite so terrifying. In a way there was a strange power in being able to cause a man to get hard and swell like this.
Still, I was scared. What would it feel like inside me? I had no idea, but it didn't take me long to find out.
"Let's make love," I whispered, wanting to get this thing over with.
"All right."
He rolled over on top of me, holding his monster cock in his hand. I could tell from the way his eyes were practically on fire that I was going to have to be careful or he would rip me apart.
He guided his cock to the entrance to my pussy. When I felt the hard, tight skin of his cockhead against my tender pussy lips I suddenly felt so weak that everything got hazy.
If he shoved it in right then, [missing text].
But he didn't. Instead, he waited for me to calm down. After a few more seconds my breathing returned to something approaching normal.
Gently he pushed forward.
"Uuuuuhhhhh..." I grunted, unable to help myself. It felt like he was trying to put his forearm up my pussy. There was no way it would fit.
But it did.
Very snugly, I'll admit, but it did fit. I couldn't believe it at the time, but as he continued to push forward I found that there were muscles inside my crotch that I didn't know about. They spread wider and wider, allowing his hard probe to wedge its way inside me until finally he was halfway in.
He paused.
"You all right?"
"I don't know. I think so."
He rocked back gently, and for the first time I felt something pleasurable. I didn't know what it was, but there was something about the friction between his cock and my cunt that felt good.
"Mmmmmmmmmm."
"Is it good?"
"Just be careful."
He was careful. Slowly, rocking in and out, he made his way all the way into me. It was a struggle, and at the end I felt something inside me burnt. There was a moment of wild pain, and then it was finished.
"Carol," he whispered just then. "What?"
"You're a woman now."
In the back of my mind it occurred to me that he was cornier than I had given him credit for, but it didn't matter. He was right.
I pushed softly against him, responding for the first time. The worst was over, and though I wasn't ready to give in and relax altogether, things didn't seem quite so terrible now.
Then he slowly slid his big prick in and out of me. My pussy was so tight and clinging that each stroke was an incredible experience, and after a while I found myself beginning to enjoy, a little bit, what was happening.
We began to really move together, grinding and shoving, rolling and sliding so that our bodies touched and rubbed as much as possible. I could feel his strong arms around my back and his chest rubbing against my tits.
"Jesus, Carol, it's good."
"Mmmmmmm."
"I can't last much longer."
I wasn't sure what he meant, but it didn't make much difference to me. I wasn't really listening to him; there was something else on my mind.
Something I didn't understand.
Deep inside my cunt I could feel something growing. It was small and hot; like a tiny pinprick of heat that was getting larger and more powerful with each passing second.
Suddenly his cock exploded inside me. I was confused, but I could feel hot, sticky jism shooting deep into me, splattering against the walls of my pussy, filling me with a warm, gooey presence I had never felt before.
Then it was over.
I could hardly believe that this was all there was to it; he had hardly been inside me for five minutes.
Strangely enough, I was irritated. It was anticlimactic, especially the way it had ended.
We lay still for a long time, his cock getting smaller and smaller inside me. Before two minutes had passed I was surprised to hear him snoring, his flaccid cock still imbedded inside my cunt.
So that was it?
I couldn't tell whether I was disappointed or glad. After the initial shock had passed, the entire experience hadn't been so bad after all.
But something was missing.
What was the fluttering, burning sensation that I had felt deep inside my cunt. It was strange, but I had a feeling that it had been building toward something that I really wanted to experience.
Damn! Why was Howard asleep? I wanted him to get hard so we could do it again. Then, maybe, I could find out what it was that I had missed out on this time.
I tried to wake him up but it was no use. He'd had too much champagne.
Oh well, tomorrow was another day.
Chapter Three
Tomorrow wasn't another day; not in that sense, anyway. Howard and I fucked again, but it was the same; he finished before I did. The same thing happened for the next three days, and then after that we stopped fucking for a couple of days.
I couldn't believe it.
Here we were, in the Bahamas on our honeymoon, and our lovemaking had gone to pot. That in itself was bad enough, but what made it worsen the fad that all of this was happening just when I was finally being able to relax and learn to enjoy it.
On the fifth day I left Howard sleeping on the beach and walked back to the hotel room. I wasn't sure what I had in mind when I left him there, but I knew that I had to be alone. There were some things I had to find out about myself.
Back in the room I mixed myself a drink and sat down on the bed. There was a mirror on the wall across from me and I could see my reflection.
I looked at myself.
For the first time in my life I truly realized that I was an attractive woman. Always before I'd had something of an inferiority complex, but now I realized that thinking was silly.
I was beautiful.
Setting the drink down on the bedside table I stood up. For the first time I could see my entire body. Or at least almost my entire body. I was still wearing my bikini, so parts of me were covered up.
I wanted to see them too.
Slowly I walked across the room and sat down in front of the dresser. The person looking back at me was in some ways a stranger; she was older, more mature than the girl who had just gotten married. Her hair was rust-colored, while her skin was lightly tanned and smooth.
Except beneath the bikini.
Still not knowing where this was going to end, I reached up and released the knotted strand of material that held up my top.
It fell away.
Suddenly I was staring at my naked breasts, white and milky with full, hard nipples. They weren't overly large, but that no longer bothered me. Bigger isn't necessarily better, believe me.
Then I stood up and pulled my bottoms down. The white skin around my crotch seemed to jump out from the rest of my body, bringing all my attention in focus on the dark, rust-colored triangle in the middle of it.
Taking a long pull off my drink, I spread my legs, parting my smooth thighs to reveal the pink moistness of my pussy. Then I suddenly wondered if I had locked the door when I came in.
It didn't matter.
Nothing mattered because now I knew what I was going to do.
Silently I topped my right hand down until it was hovering just above my crotch, while at the sine time I let my fingers on my left hand caress my nipple.
Electricity shot through me at the first contact with my turn, but I knew that would be nothing compared to what it would be like when I touched my cunt.
I was right.
Gently I reached down and, with two fingers, spread the lips apart. A shudder ran through my entire body as I sensed the presence of my own fingers at the entrance to my cunt.
Lightly I began to flick across my slit, searching for and finding my sensitive clit. It grew large and tender almost immediately as I experimented, stroking it in different ways.
My breath was coming in quick, short gasps now, and in the mirror I could see my breasts heaving up and down with my excitement.
I knew what was going to happen.
I was going to make myself come.
Slowly, gently, I inserted one finger into my cunt. Almost immediately my heart started to beat faster, and deep within my pussy I could feel hot cream beginning to flow, finding its way onto my finger and out through the naked lips of my muff.
At the same time that I thrust my finger into my cunt, I kept flicking another finger across my clit. The results were phenomenal; almost immediately I could feel the tiny pinprick of heat that was becoming familiar to me, but which was never reaching fulfillment in my lovemaking with Howard.
It would reach fulfillment today.
I began to thrust my finger in and out more force, grinding my crotch against my hand, watching in the mirror as my pussy squirmed and wriggled.
The heat with in me was growing stranger, warmer, wetter. I began to drive my finger in and out with even more force until finally I actually lifted my crotch up off the chair.
Now I could see deep into my pussy, and with each thrust my finger emerged with more of my own hot cream covering it.
This was it. I was going to make it; I was certain of it. The spot of heat within me was getting stronger and hotter, growing larger with each passing second and coming closer and closer to the surface of my cunt.
"Yesss."
Mad with desire, I jammed three fingers deep into my pussy. I could feel something beginning to churn and foam, making me feel like a volcano about to erupt.
"Ohhh, God... ohhh..."
Then it happened.
I almost fell off the chair as the wrenching, violent spasm shot through me. My cunt contracted, and all of a sudden hot cum was shooting out onto my hand, my thighs, everything.
I gasped for breath.
Then another wave bit me.
And another.
For fully thirty seconds my body was wracked with sensations more intense than anything I had ever imagined in my wildest dreams. I was on fire; my entire body was a seething, churning mass of hot, shooting cum.
I had discovered something.
After we'd been married awhile Howard turned out to be the biggest bore in bed that I could imagine. Everything was the same each time; like clockwork he would feel my tits, finger my cunt, then climb on top and hump me while I just lay there. No matter how much I tried, he managed to stifle any attempts at creativity on my part.
I was going nuts.
That afternoon in the hotel had opened up a whole new world to me, and yet my husband wasn't interested in exploring it. He was strictly a meat and potatoes man when it came to sex.
I thought about getting satisfaction from someone else, but I was still too old fashioned to turn to that. At least I would make a monumental effort before turning to that; Howard deserved that much.
My mind was made up, I waited for him to come home. Our house was nice and large; he made good money at the bank and I didn't have to worry about little things like not eating what I wanted to or not having the things I wanted in the house. In other words, by my mother's standards I should have been happy. But then I'm convinced my mother never had an orgasm, either.
I was wearing a long, flimsy gown that was practically see-through. After mixing Howard a drink and putting it next to a chair, I sat in a chair across from him and waited.
He was on time. Howard was always on time. Ten minutes later, in the middle of a mundane conversation, I reached up and casually unbuttoned the top pert of my gown.
Howard didn't notice.
I unfastened the next button.
He still didn't notice.
We kept talking, and for a few minutes I didn't do anything. I knew that my tits would be half exposed if I bent forward, so I did.
Still no reaction.
I wasn't getting exactly desperate, but I was getting frustrated. Didn't he have any instincts? What was his problem? I decided to do something drastic.
Silently, while he was still talking, I completely unbuttoned the gown. Now I was naked down the front, and he couldn't help but see my match. I put my hand on my cunt.
He stopped talking.
"What are you doing?"
I shrugged.
Then I spread apart my cunt lips, revealing the pink interior to him.
He shifted his weight.
Then I slipped a finger inside and began to move it in and out. I could feel my clit growing into a sensitive, dime-sized button and I knew he could see it.
"Come here, Howard." He didn't move.
"Come here, damnit."
This time he got up and took two steps until he was standing right in front of me.
"Why don't you get on your knees so you can see better?"
Silently he complied. It was obvious that he was totally confused, but I didn't care. I wanted to shake him up, and this was obviously accomplishing that much. How much more it might accomplish was something I couldn't be certain of.
"Can you see my cunt?" He nodded.
"Why don't you smell it, Howard?"
"Carol, what's going on..."
"Shut up. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."
He leaned forward, his lips finally pausing just a few inches from my cunt. With two fingers I spread the lips wide, making it impossible for him not to be able to see deep inside me.
"Do you like it?"
"Carol, this is really..."
"Kiss me. Kiss my cunt, Howard."
I could tell that he was turned on, but he was also tremendously bothered by the fact that his wife was acting this way. Wives just didn't do this sort of thing; not in Bakersville, anyway.
But I did.
He leaned forward and kissed my cunt, gingerly at first, then more excitedly as his instincts got the better of him.
Good. That was just what I wanted.
"Let's go upstairs," he said huskily.
"No. Let's do it here."
He practically ripped his clothes off, and a moment later we were both naked on the living room carpet. He started to mount me from above, but I stopped him.
"Let's do it my way."
"What's your way?"
"You'll see."
I pushed him onto his back, then reached down and began to play with his cock. I wanted to put it into my mouth, but since I'd never done that before I decided against it. I might be clumsy, and that would spoil the effect I had created.
Besides, I was too hot to wait much longer. I wanted his meat inside me. Soon.
Keeping him on his back, I mounted him. His eyes were like saucers as I hovered above him, my legs spread so that my cunt was just beyond reach of his cock.
"Do you want to fuck me, Howard?"
"Carol..."
"DO you?"
"Yes. Of course I do."
"Good. Then we'll do it my way for a change. Slow and easy."
He didn't say anything. What could he say?
I began to descend, slowly as I had promised, stung his cockhead gently part my pussy lips and enter me.
It felt good to do it this way. I could look down and see his cock sinking, into me, and the visual stimulation only made everything else better.
When I was halfway down his cock I quit going slowly, and simply sat down on his shaft, plunging it deep into me.
"Aaaggghhh..." I groaned. I'd never felt so much like a scared animal before; it was fantastic.
Then I began to move up and down, bouncing slowly over the length of his cock, letting him feel my tits while I reached around and felt his balls.
This we great. I could control the rhythm and keep him from running away with everything, but at the nine time there was an intensity I could achieve that was better than anything we'd had before.
"DO you like it this way?"
"Ummmmmmmmm!"
I almost laughed. Now he was using my own famous response; I couldn't tell whether he liked it or not.
Tough shit. If he didn't like it, it was his problem. Not mine. At least that was how I saw it.
Now, however, my slow and easy attitude was disintegrating as I felt my cunt beginning to pulse and tremble, the cum began to seethe and churn within me.
"Come on Howard, now's the time. Fuck me hard. Fuck me as hard as you can."
He took me at my word.
Using more strength than I realized he possessed he practically lifted me into the air with a series of thrusts that practically overwhelmed my cunt.
"That's it. Yeah, that's it. Harder, baby, harder. Fuck me harder!"
It wouldn't be long now...
Then suddenly, with no warning, he came. His meat began to pulse and shudder inside me.
Wildly I clawed at him, trying desperately to get the elusive butterfly within my own cunt to fly out of me before he was finished.
"UUUUUNNNNHHHH!" he groaned as his cock shot into me, jetting waves of hot, sizzling cum into my cunt.
Then he was finished.
And I wasn't.
The next morning I was so horny I couldn't stand it. I was also so pissed off at Howard I couldn't stand it. What was his problem?
I was going to masturbate; at least that would relieve some of the frustrations and tension, though it certainly wasn't a permanent solution.
It was just then that something happened which more or less changed my whole life. I'm sure that, given enough time, it would have happened anyway. But the fact that right now, at the very moment I was about to slip one of my fingers into my pussy, was when it happened is something that I really think was more than just coincidence.
Someone was looking out for me.
The thing that happened was that there was a knock at the door. I almost didn't answer it, but at the last minute I did.
It was a salesman.
At first I was angry and short with him, almost sending him away without giving him time to tell me about what he was selling.
But then something occurred to me.
Why not?
He was a good bit older than me; maybe forty-five, and he seemed to have been doing this sort of thing for a long time.
Again, why not?
I invited him inside.
After that it we easy. I listened to his sales pitch, bought a vacuum cleaner, and seduced him. It was simple.
I got him in the bedroom by telling him that the carpet there was a lot harder to clean than the carpet anywhere else.
He snapped it up. Not, I later realized, because he believed me, but because he knew what was going on all along.
Inside the bedroom I closed the door behind us. He dropped the vacuum cleaner and just stared at me.
"You know what's going on," I said simply.
He nodded.
"I guess it happens to you fairly often."
"It happens."
I walked across the room and stood in front of him. It occurred to me that he was old enough to be my father, but it didn't matter. In fact, it somehow made, the whole thing even more exciting, if that was possible.
Unbuttoning his shirt, I was taken with the soft, grey hair that covered his chest. It was ruggedly beautiful, and I realized that I had really found someone special.
Two minutes later we were both naked. His cock was even larger than Howard's, but I knew I could take it. And I knew, from the way he was looking at me, that he liked the way I looked.
I touched his cock, running my fingers lightly over his tool, feeling its hardness and softness at the same time.
At the same time I was doing this, he reached out and took my head in his strong hands, forcing me down to my knee.
I felt my heart start to pound.
He wanted me to take his cock in my mouth; I didn't know if I could do it, but I wanted to try.
A moment later it was right in front of me, looming large and powerful as I continued to run my hands over it.
Then I kissed it.
My lips felt light and wet as I ran them over his rigid pole, feeling the veins beneath the skin. Then my tongue slipped out, almost as if it had a life of its own, and began to lick him, leaving my own wetness to cover him.
Finally, when his cock we glistening brightly in the dim light of the room, I knew that it was time for me to take it inside me.
Or at lest try.
But somehow, I knew that I could do it. Nothing was going to stop me; I was certain of it.
I paused at his cockhead, then parted my lips and began to slowly descend.
The first inch took forever. I could feel the muscles in my neck and mouth working hard to open wide enough for him.
But it was working.
Slowly, working desperately hard not to gag, I descended his shaft, marveling at my ability to take him like this. It just didn't seem physically possible, and yet it was.
"That's it. That's good, real good. This is your first time, isn't it?"
For a moment I was crushed that he could tell, but then I realized that I couldn't expect miracles. Besides, he definitely seemed to be enjoying it.
"Roll your lips over your teeth... that's it. That's a girl. Oh yeah, that's good."
I was all the way down. It felt like his cockhead was somewhere in my stomach, but still I hadn't gagged.
Fantastic!
"Now come back up. Easy, that's it. Now down again. Don't forget your tongue. Flick it... oh yeah, that's it... mmmmmmm..."
I began to let my tongue flick back and forth across his cock while I pumped up and down on it, and after a little experimentation I found what was definitely the most sensitive place on his cock.
It was just below the head. There was a tiny ridge there, and everytime my tongue flicked across it he practically squirmed out of my grasp.
"Jesus, you're good. That's perfect... now swirl your tongue around it. That's it... oh yeah, that's it."
I was really hitting my stride now, pumping up and down, alternately letting my tongue flick and swirl around and over his cock. I felt more than lever had in my life, and I knew that he was happy with what I was doing for him.
All this time I could feel my cunt tingling and flashing so much that I was sure I must be totally drenched between my legs.
I wanted his cock inside me.
We seemed to have the same idea at the same time, because he pulled his cock out of my mouth as I was about to do the mine thing myself.
"Let's fuck," I whispered hoarsely. All I could think of was how much I wanted to get his cock inside my hot little pussy.
But he had other ideas...
"Not yet."
"What do you mean?"
"Shhhh," he said, putting a finger to his lips and pushing my shoulders down until I was lying on my back on the bed.
"What're you gonna do?" I asked, uneasy over the fact that he seemed to be taking control of the situation rather than me.
"You'll see."
Then he went down on me.
It was a totally new experience for me; other than the few little kisses I had made Howard give me down there, no one had ever done anything like this to me.
"Take it easy," he whispered, spreading my thighs wide. I could feel him looking directly at my pussy; it made me feel more naked than I'd ever felt in my life.
I loved it.
First, using his fingers, he spread the lips of my pussy so that he could see inside. Then, with his lips just a few inches away from my slit, he blew lightly, fanning me in a way that had fresh cream running out of my cunt in a matter of seconds.
"Go ahead," I whispered, wanting desperately to feel his tongue inside me. Just the thought of his handsome, rugged features pressed so intimately against my pussy was almost too much for me. I had to have it.
He gave it to me.
First he pressed his lips against the lips of my pussy. Then he let his tongue slip out, and a moment later his moist probe was deep inside my hole.
"Mmmmmm... that's nice, so nice..." At first he plunged his tongue into me, thrusting almost like he was fucking me with it, but then he began to flick it across my clit.
It drove me crazy.
Back and forth across the sensitive bud it went, and with each stroke I could feel my excitement rising. At the same time I could tell that he was swallowing my hot cream as it came out.
He was fantastic.
I began to thrust up against his face, adding to the pressure he was creating by grinding hard against him.
"Eat me," I whispered, hardly believing that I was using such words. "Eat my cunt."
He did just that, working his mouth and tongue so beautifully that in just a few minutes he had me hovering on the very edge of a climax. I couldn't believe how good it felt, or how quickly I was able to respond to what he was doing.
"God, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come on your face."
Then, at the last moment, just when I thought my pussy was going to erupt, he pulled his face away.
"Nooooooo!"
"Relax."
"You're kidding."
He stood over me. Both of us were breathing hard, and I could feel my tits bouncing all over my chest. I couldn't believe he was going to leave me high and dry like this.
Of course, he wasn't.
As the haze began to clear from around my head, I realized that he was getting ready to finally do what I had wanted him to do in the first place.
He was going to fuck me.
"Are you ready?"
I nodded.
He lay down beside me. At first I didn't understand exactly what he was going to do, but he didn't keep me waiting for long.
He was going to fuck me from the side.
It was strange; I had never even thought of doing it this way, and I wasn't certain how it was going to work. But I was certain of one thing -- he knew what he was doing.
Being gentle, he lifted my right leg and slid his crotch in underneath it. Then he wrapped both his legs around my left leg and, with his hand, guided his cock to the entrance of my pussy.
"Relax," he urged.
I relaxed.
He shoved his cock inside me, going slowly at first, using his legs to add impetus to his thrust. Finally he was all the way inside me.
"How does it feel?"
"Good. Real good."
He gyrated his crotch and began to move his cock in and out of me. With each stroke I could feel my cunt opening and closing to accept him, while at the same time I could see and feel his hands all aver my tits.
He was amazing.
I would never have believed that I could be simulated in so many ways at once, and yet it was happening right now. His cock was warm and full inside me, his hands were gentle on my tits, and his lips were kissing me, all at the same time.
I knew I couldn't last very long. My cunt had already been about to overflow when he had finally penetrated me, so it was just a matter of time.
But he made that time come even more quickly by doing yet another thing to turn me on. With his right hand he reached down and, at the same time he was fucking me, he began to massage my clit.
This was too much.
"Ohhhh, God, that's good... that's so good."
"Hold on, baby, hold on."
"God I can't... I'm gonna come, I know I'm gonna come."
He began to flash into me harder and harder now, working his finger all over the outside of my cunt, feeling my clit, my labia, my lips all at the same time.
"Oh, God... oh, God... ohhhh OOOOHHHHH!"
Suddenly my cunt overflowed. It was as if a gathering storm inside me had suddenly broken, and the result was that my cunt was a positive flood of hot honey.
"Oh yeah, God it's so good. So good!"
I was beside myself, rolling and squirming as wave upon wave of release shot through me. Again and again I felt my cunt contract, then shoot hot honey out onto his prick.
At last I was finished. But he wasn't.
Suddenly I realized that he was still inside me, pumping and thrusting while my cunt went wild.
"Jesus, you've got to come!" I groaned, squirming in complete agony on the end of his cock. But it was a sweet agony, and I loved it.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll come."
But when?
Fortunately I didn't have long to wait. After another half a minute he suddenly pulled his cock out of my cunt and grabbed it with his hand, then lunged into a position above me.
He pulled his cock once, twice, three times. On the last stroke it happened. I could actually see his meat contract, then suddenly explode with white, molten heat.
A giant globe hit me on my face, and without thinking I let my tongue shoot out and gobble it down.
I loved the taste.
It was the first time I had tasted a man's cum, and at that moment I would have sworn that it was the most delightful substance I had ever swallowed.
Again his cock exploded, and again white-hot jism splattered against me.
He kept coming for what seemed like an eternity, until finally he was finished. I was covered with hot, sticky jism.
For a long time I spread it around my body, loving the feel of the slimy stuff, wanting there to be more of it; enough to take a bath in, if that were somehow possible.
I closed my eyes.
When I opened them again it was just in time to see him walking out through the door. I started to call out to him, but realized that I didn't really have anything to say.
I didn't even know his name.
Still, it didn't matter. He had shown me something that was going to change my life. I knew now that I didn't have to put up with Howard if I didn't want to. Even if I loved him and wanted to stay with him, I could still go elsewhere to satisfy the craving of my body.
I was now truly a woman.
Chapter Four
That day did two things to me. First of all, it turned me on to sex in a way that I had never even imagined before; I was red hot and ready to fuck anybody, any time, anyplace. The other thing it did was to make me totally bored with sitting at home being a dumb housewife. There were all kinds of interesting people to meet; even in Bakersville. But I obviously wasn't going to meet them sitting at home.
Or at least not all of them.
At any rate, the next day I did two thing. First, I called and arranged for an interview for a part time job. They told me to come in that afternoon at two.
The other thing I did was a little crazier. It's hard to explain why I did it; guess I wanted to see if I could make something like my experience of the previous day happen, rather than simply letting it happen to me.
I put my washer out of commission. Nothing fancy; I just pulled a few plugs and acted dumb and distraught on the phone. The result was that I was promised a repair man would arrive within an hour.
The promise was wrong.
Two repair men arrived within the hour. They were young; neither of them could have been much older than I was, and they had nameplates on their white uniforms -- Jerry and Steve.
While they were fixing the washer, I stood in the kitchen, wondering whether or not I really wanted to go through with it. I hadn't bargained for two of them when I'd called, and this took some getting used to. Why not?
The more I thought about it the more I decided I would love to try it. If one cock was good, wouldn't two cocks be better? Besides, they were both kind of cunt.
"Well, it's fixed. You should be more careful with it."
"I know. Thanks a lot. By the way, do you fellows have time for a drink?"
They looked at each other, then at me. "At ten in the morning?" Steve asked. "Why not? To celebrate the salvation of my washing machine."
Right then they both knew what was going on. I could tell by the way they were looking at me, their eyes practically devouring my body.
We made it in the living room. I was wearing a tight pair of cut-off jeans and a blouse tied above the waist. With the two of them sitting on the couch sipping their drinks, I took both items off. "Jesus," Steve said when he saw my tits. He was the younger of the two, and more shy. Jerry just stared at me, his eyes moving smoothly over my body.
Still not saying anything, I pulled off my panties. Now I was completely naked, standing over them so that my tits were right in their faces.
"Jesus, what?" I asked, smiling provocatively. It was absolutely incredible to feel so sure of myself; I loved it.
"Jesus, you've got a fantastic body."
"Thank you."
I took all their clothes off, one item at a time, until they were naked. Steve was obviously nervous, but not Jerry. He was ready to take me right then.
"Wait. I want both of you. At the same time."
"Whatever you say, lady."
Jerry's prick was rock-hard, but Steve's was still limp. I knew it wasn't because he didn't find me attractive; he was just too nervous.
I could fix that.
"Come here, Steve."
He stepped forward. He was a blonde youth, with longish hair and a healthy tan. I knew there was nothing wrong with his cock that I couldn't fix.
I dropped to my knees in front of him and reached out with my hands. At first there was no response as I stroked and played with his cock, but after a few moments it began to stiffen. Not much, but it was a start.
"Steve."
"What?"
"Would you like to see your cock in my mouth?"
"Jesus."
"Does that mean yes."
He nodded.
Already it was beginning to grow harder, but it was still basically limp. That was good; I wanted to feel it grow full in my mouth.
Bending forward I spread my lips and took him into me. It was strange to feel such soft flesh inside my mouth, but it didn't stay soft for long.
Almost immediately the blood began to rush into it, filling it and making it solid. As it grew large I had to force my throat muscles to open wide to take him all, but I knew I could do it.
I was right.
Finally he was beautifully, gloriously erect in my mouth. I felt a real sense of accomplishment somehow, and I knew that everything was going to be all right.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jerry watching impatiently, and I knew that he wanted to be in on the fun.
Good.
That would be simple enough to arrange. All I had to do was raise my ass up a little and he took the hint without a moments hesitation.
"Fuck me, Jerry," I gurgled, beginning to slide Steve's cock in and out of my mouth. I could sense Jerry behind me, and I knew that he was pausing for a few moments to enjoy the view of my soft, white ass cheeks dangling in front of him.
A moment later I felt lithe, strong hands grabbing my ass and separating the flesh, making room for what I knew was about to come.
"You're gonna love it, Sweetie," he said, cocky for reasons I wasn't yet sure of.
Thirty seconds later I was sure of them.
Without the slightest hesitation at all, he rammed his hard cock into my wet cunt.
"UUNNNNHHHH!"
For a moment it hurt; he had pushed so hard and so quickly that I hadn't been prepared for it.
"Shut up, Sweetie. You love it."
He was right, of course. But I'd never been treated like this, and I didn't know quite what to make of it.
Fortunately, I didn't have time to think; I had a cunt and mouth full of cock that were both demanding my attention.
"Fuck me, then," I groaned, returning my attention to Steve's cock. It had grown incredibly large in my mouth, and I was being hard put to keep it all in. But I knew I could manage, and I knew I could control the timing of his explosion. Yesterday had taught me that much.
At the same time I started grinding my cunt back against Jerry's dick. I could feel it deep inside, jamming up my cunt, and as I pushed against him he rotated his hips so that the tip of his cock was going around and around in circles inside my pussy.
I loved it.
"You love it, Sweetie, don't you? You just love havin' two big cocks pumping into you. There!"
He jabbed especially hard; I tried not to cry out.
"So? Sweetie's tryin' to take it without sayin' anything. Not bad... not bad. We run into lots of bitches like you. Lot's of 'em."
I didn't know what to say. I was going crazy from the sensations produced by two cocks pounding me relentlessly from opposite ends of my body, but I was also a little uneasy over the way Jerry was talking.
Uneasy because I liked it.
But I didn't have time to contemplate it then; the only thing I could think about was making this crazy two on one situation work for all of us.
"That's nice, Sweetie, real nice."
I shoved back harder; evidently he liked that. At the same time I let the fingers of my left hand slip beneath Steve's balls and begin to massage them. Almost immediately I could feel the pace of his pumping begin to pick up, and I knew that he liked it.
My cunt was on fire. I could feel the hot, seething juices beginning to build and grow, churning and foaming inside me.
Now I just had to make it all happen at once.
Behind me Jerry was no longer talking; that told me something. He was getting closer. The same was also true of Steve, who was now pumping frantically into my mouth.
All right. It wouldn't be long, then.
I went wild with my crotch, writhing and squirming like an impaled animal.
"Jesus, Sweetie."
"Fuck me, you prick," I shot back, my words garbled by the prick in my mouth.
He responded by doubling the speed of his thrusts, which was just what I wanted. I could now feel the cum churning up within me.
"Harder, prick!"
He went wild. At the same time, I did something instinctively that I'd never even thought about before. Just as I felt Jerry's cock begin to pulse and shudder, I slid my hand beneath Steve's crotch and rammed a finger deep into his stole.
The results were phenomenal. We all came at once.
"JEEEESSSSUUUUJSSSS!"
"Oh yeah, baby, yeah!"
"FUUCCKKK!"
It was mass, messy confusion, but I loved it.
Half of Steve's cum found its way into my hungry, sucking mouth. The rest of it got all over my face; I didn't care.
At the other end of my body Jerry exploded, spewing a fountain of cum into my cunt that almost carded me away.
Finally we fell to the floor in a heap.
Five minutes later they were out the door, but not until Jerry had gotten in one parting shot.
"Next time, don't go pulling the wires on your machine. Just call us; we'll know what you want."
I grinned. I didn't care.
Chapter Five
The job ad read, "Luncheon hostess, part time, excellent benefits. Must be young and attractive". When I got to the address indicated for my interview, I still wasn't certain what a luncheon hostess did, but it certainly sounded like something worth checking out.
The suite of offices was plush, and the man who interviewed me made it clear that the job was mine if I wanted it badly enough.
"What does that mean?" I asked, suspecting that I knew the answer, but not completely certain if I was reading him right.
I was.
He simply shrugged and drawled, "Now I reckon you ought to be able to figure that out, sugar. Right?"
I had to grin. Of course I could figure it out. He was a big, heavy man who looked uncomfortable in a business suit. I think he was from Texas, and that he, and the company, had plenty of money was obvious.
But I still didn't know what the job entailed. Evidently that could wait; right now, it was evident that he was expecting something more from me than just talk.
All right, what the hell. He'd get what he was looking for. Taking a chance that my hunch about his accent was right, I began to speak.
"I hear that Texas women are something else. Is that right?"
"Damn right, sugar. Damn right."
I was sitting on the edge of the desk now, leaning forward so that my tits were almost completely visible to him. His face began to get a little bit red.
"We're not so bad out here, you know."
"That a fact, sugar?"
"That's a fact."
I was close enough now that he could catch my perfume, and I knew that this was exactly what he wanted to happen.
"Texas women give the best head in the world," he announced, looking me straight in the eye to see how I would react to his bluntness.
"Is that, a fact?"
"That's right, sugar, that's a fact."
I walked around the desk and dropped to my knees. Obviously I had to prove that I could give head as good as his Texas girls if I wanted the job.
I began to unbutton my blouse. In the back of my mind I was aware of an unusual sound; a sort of hissing or whirring. But I didn't pay any attention to it.
When my upper body was naked I could tell that he liked what he saw. I started to take off my skirt, but decided against it, figuring I might as well save something for later.
"Why don't we just take a look at what you've got beneath those pants, Mr. Hoffheinz. Maybe I can change your attitude about women out here."
"I doubt it, sugar, but you're sure welcome to try."
It was a challenge, pure and simple. And I was completely confident that I could pull it off.
To start with, his cock was limp. And long. So long, in fact, that the thought of what it would be like when it was hard was almost enough to make me change my mind about being able to so this successfully.
I needn't have worried. I did just fine.
First I rubbed it lightly between two fingers, playing with it gently while the first rush of blood caused it to stiffen slightly.
Then I bent over it and kissed it, moving my lips like butterflies all over the length of his meat.
"That's good, sugar, real good."
"It'll get better."
It grew in my hands, getting larger and larger until it was so big all I could think about was a giant horse's cock I had seen one time. I know it wasn't really that bit but it certainly seemed that way.
I began to lick it, getting it wet all over with my tongue while my fingers played with his dangling balls.
"Think you can handle it, sugar?"
"I don't know," I said, feeding his ego. "You can sure tell you're from Texas."
He laughed loudly at that, but I knew that I couldn't stall much longer; I wanted to get his meat in my mouth.
I paused at the top, looking at the broad expanse of tightly pulled skin that covered his cockhead.
My tongue darted out, shooting into the slit at the end of his cock. Then, taking a deep breath, I spread my lips and began to go down.
For a long moment I struggled, trying to get his cockhead past my lips without biting him. It wasn't easy, but I did it.
Already my mouth felt completely full.
"Come on, sugar, show me what you can do." I began to push down, feeling his hard rod slide through my mouth and into my throat. For a moment I thought I was going to gag, but then I got control of myself by breathing through my nose.
I was beginning to feel more confident about things and more turned on as well.
His cock was amazing!
I realized now that Howard's cock really wasn't all that big. It was just that on our honeymoon I had never seen another man's cock, so I didn't have anything to compare it to.
This was different.
By any standards, the cock in my mouth was huge. Yet I knew that I was going to be able to take it all; don't ask me how, I just knew it.
"Good, sugar, real good. Keep suckin' ole Roy." Finally, unbelievably, I felt my lips pressing firmly against the short, wiry hairs of his crotch.
I had done it!
From that point on I was in control. First I moved up and down, sliding over the length of his rod, feeling it move inside me. He didn't do anything at first, but after a few moments he began to shove into my mouth, plunging his prick deeper and deeper into my body.
It didn't matter. I could take it all.
"Damn, sugar. That's a fine mouth you got there! Damn fine."
He didn't know the half of it.
Now I began to swirl my tongue around his meat, spiraling it so that each thrust brought new, powerful sensations to his cock.
"Yeah, sugar, that's it. That's good!"
He was ecstatic now, and I knew that I was making him forget all about Texas girls.
Swirling and flicking my tongue at will, I had him reduced to moans and groans in a matter of a few seconds. His hands were all over my tits, fondling them and feeling my hard, sensitive nipples.
Suddenly I had an idea.
I could feel his cock beginning to spasm and I knew that he was going to come before too much more time had passed. I had to make my decision.
A second later I pulled my mouth off his wet, slimy cock and slammed it between my tits before he had a chance to figure out what was happening.
Then, using my hands to press from the outside, I squeezed his cock between my tits and began to ride up and down, forcing his cock to fuck me between my tits.
"Damn, girl. Yeah, that's fine. Fine!"
He groaned and began to thrust wildly, while both of us watched his long, purple wand flashing in and out of my tits.
It began to throb.
"Come on, Roy. Let me see you come!" I gasped, suddenly wanting desperately to see and feel his cock explode.
I didn't have long to wait.
He thrust two more times, and then it happened. His cock began to shudder and pulse, then suddenly it exploded.
Hot sizzling cum was everywhere.
I couldn't believe how much jism he poured onto me, splattering my neck and face until I was practically blinded by it all. My entire body became a squishy, slimy mess as again and again ho squirted his juice onto me.
Finally he was finished.
Through glazed eyes he looked down at me. I knew the job was mine. And I knew that for the moment at least, he wasn't thinking about Texas.
"You what?" Howard practically growled.
"You heard me. I got a job."
"What the hell for? Jesus Christ, we've got everything we could..."
"I'm bored, Howard."
"Shit."
"You're very articulate."
"What kind of a job is it?"
"I'm a luncheon hostess," I explained. "What the fuck's that?"
"I don't know."
"Shit."
I went to bed. Ten minutes later Howard followed me, and I could tell from the expression on his face that he was still spoiling for a fight. I really didn't care, but there was no way I could escape it so I resigned myself to it.
It wasn't the kind of fight I expected.
Howard stood at the end of the bed glaring at me. I didn't say anything, but sat up with my back against the pillows wearing a flannel nightgown.
"So you're bored?"
"That's right."
"Your favorite word again."
He took off his shirt, then his trousers. I was surprised to see that his cock was fully erect.
"My my, you don't look bored now."
"I'm about ready to bore a hole right through your cunt."
"Oooohhhh. I'm scared..."
Now he was naked, and his erection was a truly angry one. He started to climb into bed.
"Howard, not tonight."
"Fuck you."
"He's learned a new expression."
I couldn't believe I was being such a bitch, and neither could he. For a long time he just stared at me from the other end of the bed, his eyes reflecting his rage.
"What's gotten into you?"
"Three or four cocks. I lost count."
"Goddamn it!"
He lost control. In two seconds he was all over me, dragging me up from beneath the covers and positioning me on top of the bed.
"What're you gonna do?" I asked, feigning terror. In actuality I really was a little uneasy with ail this; he seemed like he wasn't certain himself what he was going to do.
"Is this going to be a fate worse than death?" I sneered, goading him to further action.
"Jesus Christ."
He grabbed my nightgown and ripped it down the front, exposing my tits and cunt.
"That's very childish."
"Shut up."
"Whatever you say."
It was strange to see how his rage was being transformed into sexual excitement, but his cock was a visible measure of how this was happening.
He ripped the gown again. This time it split all the way down and I was completely naked.
"Crude, but effective."
"I don't know you."
"Then fucking me ought to be that much more fun, shouldn't it."
"Shut up!" he yelled, slapping me solidly on the cheek. For some strange reason that I didn't understand at the time, I liked it.
"Come on, Howard, fuck me. Just wake me up when you're finished."
I held my cunt open with both hands, gesturing for him to put his cock in it.
With a growl he lunged forward, mashing his cock deep into my pussy with a single wild thrust.
I lay motionless.
He began to fuck me with as wild a series of motions I had ever imagined, but somehow I managed to do nothing. It was strange to be totally passive like this, and even though he was hurting me I still remained perfectly still.
"Do something, bitch!"
I yawned.
He slapped me again, this time harder, I could feel a hot flush mounting my cheek, and I could tell that he was getting incredibly turned on by this whole macho exhibition.
Then something started happening inside me that I couldn't really understand. Since I'd already had such a busy day, it had never occurred to me that I might get turned on by Howard, of all people.
But it was happening.
My cunt was beginning to tremble as his thrusts became more and more powerful. No matter how much I tried to freeze my mind and body, I couldn't help but feel a growing excitement deep inside my body.
Howard broke into a grin as he felt me coming to life beneath me.
"You like it, don't you?"
"Fuck you."
"You like being slapped around a little. Christ, you're incredible."
"Just fuck me, you prick."
He grinned and jammed into me so hard that I couldn't help but cry out in pain.
"Owwwww!"
"Shut up, you love it."
I shut up. No matter how much I wanted to keep my body passive, I just couldn't seem to do it. Completely against my will, I started grinding up against him, shoving my cunt against his rod as it continually imbedded itself in my clit.
"You're gonna come, aren't you bitch?"
"Shut up."
His grin became wider and wider. Now he was totally out of control, and so was I. My hands were around his shoulders, clawing madly at his back, while he held my head in place by grabbing my hair.
"It won't be long now, bitch. Not long at all." He was going to come. No! Not yet... I wasn't ready for him.
It didn't make any difference. Even as my mind was reacting to the fact that he was about to come.
I knew that there was no way I was going to explode tonight.
Howard wouldn't let it happen.
"I'm gonna come, bitch. Right now."
At that moment he jerked his cock from my cunt, grabbed it in his hands, and shot off all over me.
I could do nothing.
Lying there I felt his hot cum splatter all over my body. His load was incredible for him; almost as much as Mr. Hoffheinz had shot onto me earlier in the afternoon.
Then he was finished.
For a long time he lay heavily on top of me, and then he was asleep.
Silently I slipped out from under him. On my side of the bed I lay awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling and thinking.
What was happening to me?
I couldn't quite figure it out, but I did know that I had baited Howard so badly because I wanted to; and that more than that I had wanted him to be rough with me, slap me around, even hurt me a little.
Was I feeling guilty?
I had to admit that in the last few days I had changed quite a bit. First with the salesman, then with the two plumbers, and then with Mr. Hoffheinz. But I hadn't felt bad at the end of any of those encounters, and even when I got home I didn't exactly feel bad.
I just wanted Howard to fuck me.
And hurt me.
It was a long time before I drifted off to deep, but with sleep came relief from the problems that were floating around so forcefully within my mind.
Chapter Six
The next day I found out what my job was all about. Roy had guests in town almost every day and it was my job to entertain them for lunch. On days when there was only one guest to entertain, the other hostess, whose name was Jocelyn, would join us.
It sounded interesting -- I wasn't naive; I knew what was expected of me. At first it kind of bothered me, not so much because of what I would be doing but because I would have little or no say about who I did it with. Still, on this first day that was no problem at all.
Let me explain.
First of all, Jocelyn was going to go with me. She was a tall, willowy blonde who wasn't much older than me, and who had a ready, easy smile that made me like her almost immediately. I knew we'd get along.
Secondly, the guest of the day was an absolute wonder; he was without a doubt the best-looking man I'd ever seen. And that includes movies, too.
His name was Jeremy Statlinson and he, like Roy, was from Texas. But he didn't sound like Roy, didn't think like Roy, and for that matter didn't behave like Roy.
Jeremy was a gentleman.
All during lunch there was an air of electricity around the table, as if we all knew what was going to happen afterwards. Still, he never once reached across and patted me on the knee, or pinched my ass, or did any of the other things that might have been expected of someone in his position. Instead, in a very fatherly way, he drew both of us out, asking us questions about ourselves and making us fell like we were interesting to him for more than just our bodies.
Jocelyn and I both loved it.
"What's your pleasure, Jeremy?" Jocelyn asked, sipping out of her glass as we sat in the suite of rooms Roy had been kind enough to make available to us.
"You mean to drink?" he returned, a bright twinkle in his eye.
"Actually, I was thinking more about eating."
I was sitting a little off to one side, totally in awe of Jocelyn. She was amazing; without touching him, she was practically oozing out of her dress onto the floor in front of him.
I could learn a lot from her.
"Of course, if you'd prefer to just drink..."
Jeremy stood up. He towered above Jocelyn as he began to unbutton her blouse.
It was all I could do to keep from slipping a finger inside my panties as I saw first one, then both of her tits appear. They were snow white and soft, with delicate pink nipples that seemed longer than any I'd ever seen in my life.
Thirty seconds later she was naked, and I have to admit that her long, slim body next to his was one of the most exciting things I had ever seen. The best thing about it all was the way her perfect, soft triangle seemed to practically beg for him to trust a finger up inside her.
It was perfectly blonde.
I had forgotten about myself, but Jeremy hadn't. Without doing anything to Jocelyn, he turned and came to me.
A minute later I was totally naked.
"You're both naked," he announced solemnly.
We giggled hysterically.
"And I'm not."
We remedied that situation in less than a minute. Even though he must have been almost fifty, his body was still beautiful, long and slim with hard muscles just beneath the skin.
And his cock -- it was long and slim like the rest of his body, dangling down between his legs. It didn't surprise me that he wasn't hard yet; other men would have been so turned on by the sight of the two of us naked that their cocks would be about to explode, but not Jeremy.
He was evidently used to beautiful women.
But while he may have been used to beautiful women, I certainly wasn't used to beautiful men. Not like him, anyway; I was practically creaming all over the inside of my thighs, and I knew that if something didn't happen soon I was going to drown in my own honey.
The awe I was feeling caused me to hesitate, and as a result I spent the next few minutes watching instead of doing anything. Still, it wasn't such a bad fate.
Not bad at all.
Jocelyn moved forward and pushed him partly back onto the bed. When he was on his back she got to her knees beside him and began to kiss him all over his chest, running her moist tongue through the thick hairs that covered him.
Slowly she worked her way down.
"That's good, Jocelyn. Really good," he whispered, watching her face worm down toward his crotch.
"How do you want it, Jeremy?"
"In your mouth, babe. Right in that sweet mouth of yours."
She smiled. I could tell that it was obvious she was happy with the arrangement, and although I was beginning to feel a little bit left out, I couldn't help but look forward to what I was going to see.
Finally she reached his cock. It still wasn't hard, but it had grown slightly larger in the past minute or so.
She kissed it.
Like an awakening monster it stirred, rolling aver and beginning to swell as she watched the results of her kiss.
"Do it again, babe."
She kissed it again.
Now it was truly growing erect, swelling so much that the head lifted itself away from the rest of his body.
"Now put it in your mouth, babe."
"Why Jeremy. I thought you were more patient than that."
Jeremy smiled, but didn't answer. His cock was fully erect now, jutting up from the rest of his body like a powerful tree.
I couldn't stand it any more; I had to do something but didn't know what. I wanted somehow to join them, but wasn't certain if that was how I was supposed to behave. In the end, I settled for slipping two fingers deep inside my moist snatch; that way I could watch them and still keep from being totally frustrated.
For now, anyway. I couldn't keep this up forever.
Now Jocelyn took his cock in her slim hands, bending over his body so that her perfectly formed tits practically brushed against his stomach. Her long hair hung down her back almost to her ass, brushing against her soft skin in a way that made me want to touch her gently.
But I waited.
"Suck it, babe. Suck my cock."
She spread her lips and her tongue darted out, licking once or twice across the end of his shaft, and then she took him inside her.
It was beautiful. Even though his cock was large and her own mouth delicate, Jocelyn was able to take him into her without straining at all. Slowly, smoothly, she descended, the muscles of her mouth and neck working smoothly and almost effortlessly.
My finger inside my cunt went crazy, rolling and plunging, swirling and twisting as I watched Jocelyn and Jeremy. I could hardly contain myself, and yet somehow I managed to wait.
When she reached the bottom of his cock Jocelyn paused, then began to move her head up and down. With each stroke his cock became more covered with her wetness, glistening with a sheen that made me want to join in more than ever.
But still I waited.
Jocelyn was so beautiful, and so good at what she was doing, that I simply watched in awe. I had thought that I knew some good things about how to please a man, but next to her I was a pure novice.
I kept expecting Jeremy to begin thrusting up into her mouth; how could he help but get that excited? Yet somehow he didn't. During the entire time she was sucking him he never moved a muscle, his eyes always trained on the sight of her mouth working up and down, up and down on his meat.
He was an amazing man.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, I could tell that something was about to happen. Jocelyn began to pump harder, her sweet tits bouncing up and down all over his stomach while her slim fingers massaged Jeremy's balls.
He was going to come.
"Do you want it in your mouth, Jocelyn?"
She didn't say anything; by this time she was evidently too caught up in the sensations his magnificent cock was giving her to even think about responding to him.
I hoped she didn't take him in her mouth; I wanted to see him come. I wanted to see his jizz spray all over her.
A few moments later, as if in answer to my thoughts she suddenly jerked her mouth off his tool. At the same time she drove her face down, rubbing his meat against her velvety cheek, stroking it between her hand and face.
Then he came.
"Aaaaaahhh!" Jeremy groaned, sighing contentedly as his cock erupted, shooting white cum all over the side of Jocelyn's face.
She loved it, and so did I. My finger was flashing in and out of my cunt at a rate that left me breathless, and for the first time I could dimly feel the stirrings within me that would lead to an orgasm in a few more minutes.
But I didn't have a few more minutes.
He was coming now.
Again and again he shot his sticky cum out onto Jocelyn's face, covering her with the messy stuff.
She seemed to love the feel of his seed against her skin as much as I would have in the same circumstances, because as soon as his cock finished spewing all aver her she reached up with her fingers and began spreading it all over her face, rubbing the substance into her skin while she groaned and moaned excitedly.
It was beautiful.
My chance came fifteen minutes later. Jocelyn was straddling Jeremy's face, her beautiful cunt suspended just a few inches above his mouth. I could see his eyes peering up into her, watching the dripping slit that seemed to beg for attention.
But he didn't do anything.
"Come on, Jeremy," she whispered. "Don't you want it?"
"What?" he teased.
"You know what."
"Say it."
"All right. Don't you want my cunt? My sweet cunt?"
He smiled, then reached up with both hands and pulled her crotch down toward his face. A moment later his tongue shot out and into her, lapping at the wet folds of her pussy while she pound her pelvis down into him.
"That's it, oh, yeah, Jeremy, that's good. Eat my cunt, baby, eat my cunt!"
I could see her hot cream shooting out all over him, but a moment later I saw something else that interested me even more.
His cock was beginning to twitch.
I smiled; this was it. I knew what to do, and I knew that Jeremy would love it. Who wouldn't love being fucked by one beautiful woman while another jammed her cunt all over his face?
Silently I crossed to the bed, moving for the first time since this entire episode had begun. Since that first twitch his cock hadn't moved. Still, it wasn't totally limp, and I knew that if I gave it the kind of attention it deserved he wouldn't be able to stay this way for long.
Straddling him, my cunt dripping tiny beads of cream down onto his legs, I reached down and took his cock in my hands.
"Mmmmmmmmm," I heard him moan. His voice coming from deep inside Jocelyn's cunt.
I smiled.
His cock started to grow, and after another thirty seconds or so it was as hard as it had been earlier. Looking down at it, I was enchanted by the power of his tool; it was magnificent.
And, more importantly, it was going inside my cunt at the next opportunity.
I moved forward, holding his swollen shaft in my hands, poising my cunt just a few inches above his bulbous cockhead.
Then I sat down.
"Uuuuhhhhmmmm..." I moaned, feeling his prick shoot up into my cunt, filling my wet, sensitive folds with a hardness that practically drove me over the top in the first seconds of our lovemaking.
It felt incredible.
I had never been so finely attuned to sex as I was at this moment. After watching all that had gone before, and fingering myself while it was happening, my cunt was so sensitive that every tremor, every pulse that made its way along his cock was transferred to my pussy.
I began to ride up and down, slowly at first, savoring each sweet inch of his meat. It felt so good, squirming and twisting as it shot up into me, filling my cunt and making my muscles spread again and again to accept it.
In front of me was Jocelyn's beautiful back, smooth muscles softly rolling beneath smoother skin. Her white ass contrasted sharply with the sight of Jeremy's dark, firm hands as they grabbed her cheeks and spread them side, making more and more room inside her cunt for his searching tongue.
He began to thrust up into me, jabbing his meat deeper and deeper into my steaming cunt while I shoved my crotch down against him.
"Oh, yeah, Jeremy baby, that's it. Harder, fuck me harder... in my cunt, that's it, yeah, in my cunt!"
I could hear my voice, but it seemed to be coming from far away, outside my body. At the same time my eyes were fixed on Jocelyn's back as the occasional glimpses I could catch of her tits as they bounced up and down in front of her.
Without thinking about what I was doing. I reached out and cupped both my hands on her tits, feeling their soft warmth in my palms.
"Ooooohhhh... nice..."
She loved it, and so did I. I had never touched another woman like this; had never even thought about it very much, but this was different. Her nipples were hard and firm in my hands, and as she continued to move across Jeremy's mouth her tits seemed like they were trying to jump entirely out of my grasp.
I could feel the hot, churning cum bubbling up inside my cunt, and knew it wouldn't be long before I exploded. Already my clit was beginning to tremble like it always did just before I was about to come.
In front of me Jocelyn was going practically crazy. The muscles of her legs and back were flexing magnificently as she sought to bring his head all the way into her cunt; if it had been humanly possible to do it, I'm sure she would have.
"Goddddd, Jeremy... you're doing it so good, baby, so good... your tongue... yeah, I love your tongue."
Her voice was low, a hoarse whisper that was ragged from her excitement.
I knew she wouldn't last much longer.
Up and down, up and down I flew on his meat, letting it penetrate to the deepest corners of my snatch before raising up and almost puffing it all the way out me.
Suddenly he began to jab wildly into my cunt, forcing up with a frenzy that could mean only one thing.
I redoubled my efforts to capture the growing excitement within me. If I was right, about Jeremy, there wasn't much time left.
"Eat me, Jeremy... I'm gonna come... Goddddd... I'm gonna come all over your face!"
Then it happened.
Like a string of firecrackers we all exploded, each of us squirting loads of cum onto the others.
"My cunt, Jeremy... oh my cunt... God it's... ohhhh... OOOHHHHH!"
Suddenly we were all gasping and heaving. I could feel wave after wave of Jeremy's cum tooting into my battered pussy, filling me with a sticky essence that mixed with my own squirting cum, filling us both with a juicy, glowing feeling of warmth and contentment.
Then Jocelyn finally came, her back arching wildly and little gasping sounds emerging from her throat.
She was beautiful.
Even after she had finished she kept grinding her cunt down on his face, making him lick every last drop of cum that could be squeezed out of her pussy.
Finally, exhausted, we sank into a heap.
Chapter Seven
When I got home I was in no mood to deal with Howard. I was tired, but happy after my first day on the job, and all I wanted to do was to take a nice, long bath and go to bed.
When I found out that Howard wasn't in the house, I was delighted. At least I would have an hour or so to myself before he arrived.
Then the phone rang.
It was Howard's secretary calling to say that he was in an executive committee meeting that looked like it was going to go on for quite a while.
I tried to sound disappointed about it, but I'm sure she could tell I was ecstatic. In the back of my mind I wondered if perhaps the executive committee was just a cover for the fact that Howard had something going with his secretary.
Probably not, I decided. She was twenty pounds overweight and ate chocolate covered cherries all the time. Even Howard was more discriminating than that.
I took a long bath, but just as I got out to dry myself off, the phone rang again. I almost didn't answer it, but at the last minute decided it might be important.
"Hello?"
"Is this Carol?" came a soft, syrupy woman's voice with a drawl that could mean only one thing; she was from the South.
"Yes."
"Oh, I'm so glad I caught you at home. This is Virginia Hoffheinz, Roy's wife. But you can just call me Ginny. I understand you're the new luncheon hostess?"
"That's right."
"Well, I just wanted to welcome you to the family. You know we think of everyone that works for Roy as part of the family."
"That's very nice of you." Jesus, she was strange. But that voice...
"Now I was wondering, Carol, are you doing anything right now?"
"Now? Well, no..."
"Good. Then why don't you come over and have a glass of wine with me?"
"I don't know?"
"We could get to know each other and besides, this big ole place gets lonely when Roy's not around."
"Well..."
"I'll see you in half an hour, all right."
I hesitated. What the hell? "All right."
She seduced me. I doubt I was even much of a challenge; once I laid eyes on her I think we both knew it was going to happen.
First she took me into her redwood sauna. I'd never been in one before, but she told, me that it was something she liked to do for all her guests.
"Now if you want, you can put on a swim suit." I looked at her.
"Will you be wearing one?"
"Me? Heavens no, girl."
"Then I won't ether."
She nodded, then stepped into the dressing room beside the door to the sauna. I paused for a moment, trying to take all of this in.
It was a bit much.
She was a good deal older than I was, but was just as sexy as her voice had indicated. Her hair was black, and she had soft, dark skin that just begged to be touched and caressed.
A moment later she stepped out of the little dressing room and into the sauna, her naked body flashing in front of me for an instant.
She was beautiful.
There wasn't an ounce of excess fat on her body, and her skin tight and firm. She was slim like a model, with small, perfectly formed tits and a flat smooth stomach.
I got undressed as quickly as I could and followed her inside. I was ready for her, and unless I missed my bet, she we ready for me.
Inside was hot; she was already beginning to perspire, sitting on the second of two shelve, along the wall across from the heated rocks which were making the room so warm.
"Lie down, hon. Right there."
Glancing casually at my body, she reached down beneath the lower bench and produced a large bucket which was filled with water and a sponge. I could fell from the way she looked at me that she was pleased with my body, and the realization that I might be turning her on as much as she was exciting me made my cunt begin to flow.
Then her hands were all over my body, rubbing soapy water into me as my tits immediately jumped to attention, the nipples vowing hard as a rock in spite of the heat.
"Relax," she purred.
I tried.
"You're not relaxing."
"I'm trying."
Suddenly she slipped a finger inside my cunt.
Then she was all over me. The soap that covered my front made our bodies slip and slide as she rubbed her chest into mine. At first I didn't know what to do; after all, except for feeling Jocelyn's tits this afternoon, I had never really done anything with a woman.
As soon as her lips landed on mine, parting to allow her tongue to come out, I knew there wouldn't be any problem. Everything was natural, and before long I was rubbing and grinding against her as if I had been doing this sort of thing all my life.
It was fantastic.
She was absolutely the most sensuous person I had ever been around in my life, and she seemed to know exactly what to do to please me the most.
When I could stand being relatively passive no more, I reached up with my hands and began to feel her tits. They were incredibly firm and hard, especially for someone her age, and as my fingers ran over them, the nipples got as hard as my own.
She was amazing.
Later we were outside in the living room. I was wearing a light gown she had loaned me and we were both sipping on snifters of brandy.
I knew she had something in mind for what we were going to do next, but I wasn't certain what it was. Now we were both tingling with an anticipation which couldn't be denied much longer.
"Hon?"
"What?"
"You want to have some fun?"
"I'm already having fun, believe me..."
She smiled.
Then she reached into a drawer and pulled something out that made me gasp. I'd heard of this sort of thing before, but had never seen it.
It was a dildo. And a vibrator. The entire thing was about eight inches long, white with little ridges that ran up and down its length.
"You want to go first?"
"That's all right. You go ahead." I tried to be nonchalant about it, but it was no use. My voice quavered; I'm sure she knew this was a totally new experience for me.
She took her clothes off, revealing her naked body once again in a way that caused me to churn and foam inside my unfulfilled cunt. Her ma seemed to beckon me, but it was her cunt that attracted most of my attention now.
The hair we black and soft as velvet. As she brought the humming tool toward it I could see little drops of moisture beading up mound the entrance, and I knew what she was turned on right now as I was.
She touched the pointed end of the vibrating tool to her outer pussy lips.
"Ummmmmmmm."
I just watched.
Then, with two fingers, she spread the lips apart, revealing the rich, pink moistness of her inner chamber. There were sticky rivulets of hot cream everywhere.
The vibrator pushed inside.
Almost immediately I saw something that made my cunt go wild. Her clit, almost hidden until now, began to swell and grow, becoming a reddish color as the edge of the vibrator pulsed against it.
"I just love it."
"Love what?" I whispered, wanting to draw her out of the fog that seemed to be settling around her.
"I just love feelin' my clit come to life like that. Can you see it, hon?"
I nodded, and she returned my nod with a contented smile.
"Now watch, hon."
She began to push the vibrator into her cunt, sliding it pass her clit and into the deep, pulsing walls beyond. Bit by bit, inch by inch, it disappeared, until finally there was nothing left but the very end of the tool.
"Mmmmmmmmm..." she groaned, her entire body evidently alive from the sensation the machine was sending through her.
Her breathing became labored, and I could tell that it wouldn't take her long to reach the climax that both of us had been denied earlier. For a moment I thought she was going to plunge the vibrator in and out of her like a cock, but she didn't. Instead, she took her hand away from it and began to feel her own tits.
"God, hon, this is good. So good, I love it."
Her hands were all over her tits now, rolling and squeezing them, tweaking the nipples while she rolled and twisted on the couch.
"God hon, I'm gonna come."
Her breasts were jumping all over the place now, flying up and down with a force that sent them bouncing from her hands.
"Ohhhh yeah, hon, this is it. This is the best... it's soo AAAGGGGHHHHH! Ohhh Goddd... OOOOHHHHH!"
When she came it was as if her entire body was going to go into mad convulsions. Her back arched, her tongue shot out of her mouth and her legs began to kick wildly.
Still the thing within her continued to pulse, making her cunt quiver and tremble for what seemed like an eternity.
I don't know how many times she came, but when it looked like she was going to faint from exhaustion, she finally reached down and withdrew the vibrator.
Almost immediately a gushing torrent of cum shot out of her cunt. I almost creamed all over myself just watching; she looked like a fountain erupting.
Then she clicked off the vibrator and held it up in front of her. For the first time I noticed that it was glistening with honey.
Ginny's love juice.
Without hesitating for a single second I reached out and took it from her. It was warm and wet, and reacting to my first impulse I put it in my mouth.
Immediately I had my first taste of a woman's honey, and I found myself wishing there were more for me to taste.
It was delicious.
When I had gobbled down the last of her cuntjuice, I hesitantly clicked on the switch at the bottom of the cock-shaped tool.
It came to life in my hands.
Even though it didn't make any noise, the feeling that it gave me was one of total electricity. My hands began to quiver and tremble almost immediately; their reaction was so strong that the thought of what this thing might do to my cunt almost made me faint.
Ginny, her eyes no longer glazed, moved closer to me and began to take off my clothes. A few moments later I was completely naked, still holding the humming instrument in my bands.
She took it from me.
"Lie down, hon. Let me do this."
I nodded.
Once I was on my back, I couldn't see the vibrator any more. But I could see Ginny's face, and the result was that I knew she was staring directly into my cunt.
I spread my legs wider.
She smiled, and I could imagine what she was looking at as she moved the machine closer and closer to my pulsing slit.
Then she touched me with it.
"Aaaahhhhhh..." I groaned, feeling sudden shock waves shoot through my entire body.
"Relax."
"You're kidding."
Ginny smiled. So far she hadn't inserted the pulsing wand into my cunt, but had only let it run lightly around the outside.
Now she began to move it up around the fringes of my cunt, brushing over my hair, sliding across the skin of my stomach.
"I..."
"Shhhhhh."
I shut up.
A moment later she touched my left nipple with it, and I thought I was going to go crazy. My whole body seemed to catch in. My legs began twitching, shoving in all different directions until she mercifully lifted the vibrator away from my tit.
I tried to lie still, gasping for breath like a fish out of water, but it was no use. My body wanted to squirm, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Then suddenly, without warning Ginny rammed the entire dildo up my cunt, shoving it in to the hilt with a motion so swift that I had no chance to react or prepare myself.
"AAAAIIIEEEEE!" I screamed.
My whole body went berserk. My legs kicked up wildly in the air, my crotch began thrusting around a if it had a mind and will of its own, and my back began to arch and throw me about the couch as if I were a rag doll.
I came almost immediately.
The first wave shot through me like a cannon ball, wrenching my breath from my lungs and causing me to whimper and moan like a scared puppy.
But that a only the beginning.
Again and again waves of release shot through me, only to be bottled up by the pulsing plug inside my cunt. I was able to come, and yet somehow it was incomplete.
Finally Ginny took pity on me and clicked off the vibrator.
"Ohhhhhhh, Goddddd," I moaned.
"Spread your legs."
I did as I was told, aware that my pussy was as totally worn out as I could ever even imagine it being.
But what was Ginny doing?
The haze that had descended over me in the first moments after Ginny had turned the tool off was beginning to leave me. I looked down to see if I could tell what was going on.
Ginny was bending over, her tits brushing against the couch beneath her. After a few moments she seemed satisfied that she was in the correct position; her face was just a few inches from my cunt.
I still didn't know what she was going to do, but I didn't have to wait very long to find out.
She reached up with both hands and pulled out the dildo.
Almost immediately I felt a quick rush of cum shooting out of my suddenly empty slit. But before any of the creamy fluid could reach the entrance Ginny had her mouth in place. She didn't miss a drop.
I thought about all the oils I had seen shooting from her cunt the moment she pulled out the dildo, and now I realized what she was doing.
Not a drop was going to be waited.
Eagerly she licked and sucked, gobbling down all I had to give her. I didn't move; there was nothing I could do at this point. My mind was foggy, and I had no objection to what she was doing.
Why should I?
Besides, I was utterly, totally exhausted.
Chapter Eight
Howard was waiting for me when I got home. Two things were obvious right from the beginning: one, that he was drunk and two, that he was mad.
I didn't want to be bothered with any of it. I was tired, frazzled, and not the least bit interested in anything he had to say or do.
"Carol." His voice was stern.
"I'm going to bed, honey," I said, trying to be nice so as to avoid a fight. For a moment I thought it worked, because he allowed me to go upstairs to the bedroom without saying anything else.
Unfortunately, I was wrong.
He followed me up the stairs and, as I was undressing for bed, walked into the room and closed the door behind him.
"You look tired, Carol."
"I am."
"Why?"
"Look, I'll tell you tomorrow. It was my first day on the job and I'm pooped. You can understand that, can't you?"
I looked up into his eyes, trying to look as sweet and innocent as possible. It didn't fool him.
"You've been fucking your cunt off all day," he stated, his voice grating like two rocks being rubbed together.
"Oh, Howard. Really!"
"Sit down and shut up."
I looked at him, and was surprised and a little bit concerned to note the look of intensity on his face. He was really hot.
Oh shit.
"I know what your job is, Carol. You're nothing but a fucking whore for doing it."
I didn't say anything. "Aren't you going to say something?"
"I'm tired."
"I'll bet you are. Let me see your cunt."
"Howard!"
"Let me see it!"
He raised his hand as if he were about to hit me. After looking at him for a moment, I determined that he wasn't kidding.
I pulled down my panties. "Now spread your fucking legs."
"Jesus, Howard."
"Do it!" I did it.
He grabbed me roughly, spreading my legs even wider, then pulling apart my pussy lips. When he was finished, he looked inside me for a second, then jammed two fingers into my cunt.
"Owwwww!" I wailed. "Hurts, huh? How's that?"
He jammed another finger into me. This time I didn't cry out; obviously that was what he wanted to hear, so it wouldn't do me a bit of good to do it.
"How many, Carol?"
"How many what?"
"How many cocks have been in there today?"
"Fuck you."
He slapped me. Hard. Harder than he ever had before. I felt hot tears rush into my eyes, but I held them back. It would do no good to break down now; none at all. He would love it if I did, and then things would only get worse.
But they got worse anyway.
"You listen to me, Carol, and listen good. I've taken your shit just about as long as I'm going to. Do you understand? Now tell me! How many men did you fuck today."
"You're a bastard."
"Answer me."
"One."
"Stop lying."
"It's the truth. Just one."
"Well," Howard grinned lewdly, "he must have had quite a cock to mess up your cunt this badly. Quite a cock indeed."
"He did."
I shouldn't have said it. I knew, almost before the words had shot out of my mouth, that it was a mistake. But it was too late.
He lunged at me and turned me over on my stomach. Then he slapped me hard across the ass. I could feel my white cheeks turning red, and I knew that he was only getting warmed up.
I clenched my teeth and waited.
Nothing happened.
Hesitantly I glanced around, only to see him taking off all his clothes behind me. Oh no, I thought, he's not going to fuck me.
He didn't fuck me. At least not in my cunt.
"Don't worry, Carol dear. I won't fuck your cunt. I don't want to hurt your tender little pussy."
I waited.
"But I sure hope your ass is ready for me."
Oh shit.
A moment later I felt his cock pressing against my tight asshole. My whole body and mind rebelled against what he was doing. I'd never had it in the ass before, and I didn't want to start now; now with Howard, at any rate.
What I wanted didn't matter. Still, I could try.
"Howard?"
"Shut up."
"Please, Howard. Listen to me."
He paused. I decided to forge ahead. First I turned around, half expecting him to belt me across the side of the face.
But he didn't.
When I was facing him, lying on my back on the bed, I spoke again.
"You don't really want to do that to me, do you?"
"Listen, bitch. I don't really want to do anything to you, but I do sure as hell want to teach you a lesson."
I stared at him.
"I'll do anything, Howard. Anything at all. Whatever you want me to do. Now is that really what you want? Just to ram your cock up my ass?"
I could tell he was wavering. I had to press my advantage now or I would lose it. Desperately I tried to think of what he might get off on; what was his favorite fantasy?
He was too dumb to have one.
Still, there had to be something.
"Look, Howard," I whispered, taking both my hands and separating the tender lips of my cunt. It was sore, but as long as I was gentle it was all right.
He held still, his big cock jutting out in front of his body, his hands on his hips.
I began to finger myself, lightly at first, my right forefinger flicking gently across my already inflamed clit.
"You're a slut."
"But you love it, don't you Howard. How many other women do you know who'd do this for their husband? Margie? Sandra? Come on, Howard, think about it. You're lucky."
His eyes were glued to my cunt, watching every move my finger made. Up until now I hadn't inserted it all the way into me, but at precisely the right moment I jammed it in, forcing myself not to show how much it hurt.
"You're still a slut," he repeated, but there was less conviction in his voice this time.
I began to plunge my finger in and out of my cunt, driving it deep into the tender flesh, grinding and shoving against it. My body, still alive from my experiences earlier in the day, began to shudder and, amazingly, I felt the fiat tremors that I knew would lead to orgasm.
His eyes still on my parting cunt, Howard reached down and began to fondle his hard cock.
I had him going the way I wanted him.
In and out my finger plunged, and with each thrust I spread my legs wider, making more of my cunt visible to him.
He loved it.
A broad smile spread across his face as he began jerking his hand up and down his cock in earnest.
I closed my eyes. Deep within me I could feel the churning, foaming sensations that would lead me to yet another explosion. It was hard to believe that I had anything left in me, but as I jammed a second finger into my cunt, I knew that I was going to make it over the top.
"You like it, Howard?"
He grunted something unintelligible, but which nevertheless made it clear that he was enjoying himself.
Then I made my big mistake.
I came.
I don't know why it should have set him off, but it did. As soon as I groaned aloud, my back arching beneath me, my juice-covered finger emerging from my aunt, he forgot about being satisfied with what I was doing and wont back to being an unbearable bastard.
"Slut!"
"What?"
"Goddammit!"
He grabbed me and spun me around so that once again my white, fleshy ass was high in the air right in front of his cock.
I had failed. He was going to ass fuck me anyway, whether I liked it or not.
Bracing myself, I waited.
"Here it comes, bitch. You better be ready for me."
"Sure."
His cockhead touched my asshole. I held my breath, desperately trying to relax the muscles that were holding my asshole tightly shut. It didn't do any good.
He didn't care.
Slowly, relentlessly, he began to push forward, driving the bulbous had of his cock into my tight asshole.
"Ohhhhhh..." I groaned, not sure whether the sound I made was one of pain or pleasure.
He kept shoving.
Slowly his cock uttered me, and as it got farther in I found that I was better able to relax the muscles of my ass. In fact, by the time he was a quarter of the way in I found that the sensation wasn't unpleasant at all.
But he was, after all, only a quarter of the way into me.
He paused.
"Like it so far, slut?" I nodded.
"Say something, slut. Tell me about it."
"It feels... good."
"That all."
"Tight... good."
He pushed again. I tiled not to make any mound, but I just couldn't help myself.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
"You like it, eh? There's more, baby, lots more. We'll see if you can take it all."
I clamped my teeth together. The tight muscles inside my ass were clamping down like a vise on his cock; it seemed like there was no way in the would that he would be able to force his cock any further into me.
But he did.
Bit by bit he shoved, stopping occasionally to let my body adjust to his presence inside me. It felt like his cock was somewhere in my stomach, so far up my ass had he gone. And yet, when I was able to relax for a moment, I found that the sensation was not as unpleasant as I had thought.
With effort, I managed to relax every muscle in my body.
His cock slipped in further.
"That's it, slut. It's all the way in. How does it feel?"
I didn't say anything, but took a breath for the first time in about a century.
"I said how does it feel?"
When I didn't say anything he slapped me, and the force of his blow caused my ass to move slightly to the left.
"Aaaaggghhh!"
His cock felt like it was going to kill me. I decided I had better go along with him if for no other reason than to protect myself. As long as his cock didn't move from side to side too much inside me, it seemed like it might not hurt so much, but when it did move sideways, it felt like it was going to kill me.
"It feels good," I gasped.
"How good?"
"The best."
Howard laughed. He knew I was lying through my teeth, but he didn't care. All he wanted to hear was my voice telling him what he wanted.
All right, then that would be exactly what I would give him.
"Come on, Howard. It feels good. Real good. But move it in and out a little; just a little. That's it, oh yeah, baby, that's it!"
He responded by doing as I told him, rocking back and forth so that his cock moved ever so slightly inside my ass.
It actually felt good.
I could feel his thick meat pressing through the walls of my ass to the sensitive areas inside my cunt.
"Come on, Howard. A little bit harder now. Just a little... ohhhhhhh yeah... not too much. That's it!"
His cock was moving in and out of me now, sliding several inches with each stroke. I could still feel how tightly my ass muscles were squeezing him, and I knew that he couldn't last very long.
Just a little while longer...
Then, finally, it happened.
His cock suddenly froze in my ass. I could feel it suddenly swell up, growing huge within me, and then it contracted.
"UUUUUHHHHH!"
I felt the hot cum as it shot out of his prick and into my pussy.
I smiled to myself.
"Yeah, Howard baby, that's good. Oh yeah, you're so good. So goood!"
He ate it up.
When he was finished he pulled his shrinking cock out of my cunt and left the room. For a long time I lay still, waiting to see if he was going to come back immediately.
No, I was alone.
Good.
I crawled beneath the covers and lay there, trying to figure out how I felt about everything that had been happening. So much had occurred in the past thirty-six hours that I was becoming more than a little confused. It was time to sort things out.
First of all, I definitely liked my job. If the rest of the men was anything at all like Jeremy, there no way in the world I was going to quit it.
Secondly, I liked Jocelyn. She we a great girl, and I knew that we were going to become friends.
Third, Howard was becoming, both literally and figuratively, a pain in the ass. I was beginning to wonder how I had ever married him in the first place. Almost everything about him was beginning to turn me off, starting with his general outlook on life and ending with the way he we treating me in bed.
But he made lots of money.
I hated to be so crude, but in my present situation that counted for a lot. How could I continue to live this way if I left him?
There had to be an answer to my problem mine when. I would have to come up with it.
Chapter Nine
The next day our lunch guest was supposed to be Jeremy again, but he got called back home early on business, leaving Jocelyn and I without anyone to entertain. Except, of course, for ourselves. When Roy suggested that the two of us go on home for the day, Jocelyn asked me if I'd like to come by her apartment for a while.
Of course I would.
We spent several hours talking and the time passed I found myself becoming more and more enthralled with Jocelyn; she seemed to know just what I was going to say before I even said it.
Finally I told her about Howard. "Wow. That's pretty heavy."
"I know."
"What are you gonna do?"
"I don't know. I think I want to get out of the whole thing but I just can't afford it right now. He makes too much money and if I just walked out, I know I wouldn't get any of it."
Jocelyn didn't say anything for a minute, but then a slow smile spread across her face.
"You say he's a bank vice-president?" I nodded.
"Then I think I've got the answer."
I was squeezed into a corner of Howard's office between two file cabinets, a cassette recorder in my hand. Fifteen feet away Jocelyn we sitting in front of Howard's desk, ostensibly applying for a loan.
I watched and I listened, the recorder operating softly, "I'm sorry, Miss McCall..."
"Please, call me Jocelyn."
"All right. Jocelyn. I'm sorry, but we just can't risk loaning you any money right now. You're..."
"But I need it."
Now Jocelyn was standing up, bending forward so that her tits were practically falling out of her blouse onto the desk in front of Howard.
"I'm sorry." Howard's voice was dry and raspy, as if he was trying to pay attention but was failing miserably.
I couldn't help but grin.
"Look; I'll do anything. Anything."
"I'm sorry, but... what are you doing?"
Jocelyn quickly locked the door into the office and turned back to the desk.
"What are you doing?" Howard repeated, his eyes moving quickly all over the room and up and down on Jocelyn's body.
She stripped.
Howard's jaw dropped open, but he made no move to stop her. Thirty seconds later she we completely naked in front of him.
"I said I'd do anything for the loan. Now what do you want me to do?"
Howard's mouth opened, but nothing came out. I could tell that he was as turned on by Jocelyn's naked body as I was, but he didn't know what to do. But that didn't bother Jocelyn.
Within a minute she had him as naked. His cock jutted out in front of him like a telephone pole as he stood behind the desk looking at her with wide eyes.
"How do you like this?" Jocelyn asked, running her fingers up and down the length of his cock.
Howard only groaned.
"You've got to tell me what you want me to do. Go ahead, say something... do you want me to suck it for you? How about that? You're nice, big cock inside my mouth? Or we could fuck. Or do both. It's up to you; all I want is that loan."
"Suck it," Howard whispered. "What?"
"I said suck it."
"Will I get the loan then?"
"Yes."
Jocelyn grinned. I grinned. I was certain all of that had been recorded on the cassette; now we were in business.
Jocelyn went to work on his cock.
First she ran her lips up and down the entire length of his meat, slipping and sliding them wetly across his skin.
Then she opened her mouth and went down on him, his cock sliding effortlessly into her throat.
I could see everything, and the sight of my husband's cock disappearing into Jocelyn's sleek throat and mouth caused my own juices to start churning. I couldn't stand it, but there was nothing I could do except watch.
"Is it good?" Jocelyn murmured, somehow managing to speak even though her mouth was filled with his meat.
"Yeah. It's good. Real good."
Then she made certain to make the loudest slurping sounds she could possibly come up with; loud enough so that they would definitely be audible on the tape.
One hand was on his balls now, while the other guided his shaft in and out of her hungry mouth, sliding the skin up and down while he pumped into her.
Howard was loving it.
Harder and harder he pumped, slamming his cock deeper and deeper into Jocelyn's mouth.
"That's it, kid. Keep sucking. Keep sucking my cock; then you'll get your loan."
I could have jumped for joy; we had everything we could possibly need, now that he had said that.
Fantastic.
She finished him off quickly, slurping and swirling her tongue so vigorously around his cock that it was only a matter of a few seconds before he began to shake and shudder.
"Get it all, kid. Every drop. Don't let any get out of that sweet mouth of yours."
He needn't have worried.
Jocelyn was an expert.
A few seconds later every muscle in his ass and legs grew tense, and at the end of a stroke he froze.
His cum shot out into her mouth.
I could see her tongue and jaw muscles working madly to catch every drop. She licked and sucked hungrily, gobbling it down.
"Yeah, baby, that's it. You're good. Real Goddam good. You'll get your loan."
At last she was finished.
Letting his cock slip from her lips she smiled up at him, traces of his cum still lingering on her lips and teeth.
Back at Jocelyn's apartment, we celebrated. At first we just played the tape over and over again, giggling and laughing. Then we had drinks.
It was hysterical.
Again and again we listened to Howard promise to give her the loan, and each time we heard it we laughed uproariously.
Then we made love.
Neither of us was surprised that it happened; in fact, I think we had both been counting on it. After all the stimulation that we had both received during the afternoon there was no way we were going to pass up the opportunity to explore each other's bodies and make that part of our celebration.
There we no seduction invoked; it was more of a mutual agreement that didn't even have to be spoken.
"Let's take a bath," Jocelyn suggested.
I nodded, smiling.
The tub was crowded, but we didn't mind. We both soaped down each other's body, letting our fingers run all over the soft flesh across from us.
Her tits were fantastic.
Every time my fingers came into contact with the soft, white flesh I could feel a tremor of excitement run through her entire body. I played lightly with her tits, squeezing her flesh and flicking my fingertips across her nipples while she did the same thing to me.
Then she stood up.
I rubbed the soap into her body, saving her beautiful blonde cunt for last.
Then I went to work on it.
The hair was soft and silky, the color of pure honey. As I lathered it up Jocelyn closed her eyes and gently pressed down against my hands, forcing enough pressure so that her clit was indirectly stimulated; I wanted to jam my finger all the way into her cunt, but somehow managed to wait. There would be time for that.
Then I rinsed her clean, revealing her entire body once again. I felt like licking every drop of water from her with my tongue, so smooth, soft and delicious did she seem.
Instead, however, I simply stood up and let her do the same thing to me that I had done for her.
It was fantastic.
She spent most of the time on my tits and cunt, rubbing the soap into them and making me practically come before we even had a chance to get down to serious lovemaking.
After we dried each other off, Jocelyn produced a flask of fragrant body oil, which we rubbed into each other. When we were finished, both of us were smooth and glistening, our naked bodies ready for whatever was going to take place.
Then we went to the bedroom.
The bed was large and circular, and on the ceiling there was something that made me know that Jocelyn was an unusual woman.
It was a mirror.
At first we lay down flat on our backs, looking up at our reflections. Then Jocelyn reached out and touched my left lit, massaging it and squeezing it while we both watched in the mirror.
I loved it.
I could feel my heart pounding, and deep inside my cunt it felt like something was melting; this was going to be the best afternoon of my life.
I kissed her.
At first our lips just touched gently, pressing lightly, but then I felt her tongue come slipping out between her moist membranes.
I opened my mouth wide.
Suddenly her tongue was completely inside me, flicking and darting through my mouth as if it knew exactly where to go. I couldn't believe how good it felt, and with my mind reeling I gave in to her, wrapping my arms around her body and squeezing, sliding my slippery skin against hers.
Our cunts rubbed together, and before I knew what was happening she had her legs wrapped around one of mine and was grinding against my snatch.
"God, Jocelyn..." I murmured in the few moments when my mouth wasn't completely occupied by her hungry tongue. "It's so good."
"Mmmmmmmmm... I know..."
She was on top of me now, smashing down against me, rubbing her tits against my own, madly kissing my neck.
Then she rose up to her knees above me, her hair falling disheveled to her tits, her eyes on me.
"Eat me, Carol."
I nodded happily.
"Eat my cunt."
A moment later she was straddling me, her cunt suspended just a few inches above my face.
It was a beautiful cunt.
Looking up, I could see the lips of her pussy, wet and slick, guarded by the soft, silky blonde hair of her crotch. Higher up I could see her tits, white as marshmallows with beautiful pink rosebuds for nipples.
I wanted her.
Slowly she descended, bringing her cunt down until it landed squarely on my upturned face.
Gingerly at first but with growing excitement, I began to lick the juice that surrounded her pink lips. It was warm and thick, hot cream that tasted better to me than anything I had ever eaten before in my life.
Then jabbed my tongue into her pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh... yeah, that's it. Do it, Carol, eat my cunt..."
My tongue flashed in and out, swirling and swishing as I laved out the inside of her pussy. Every few seconds I could feel fresh, hot pubes of her honey come churning down from deep inside her cunt, and I knew that she was enjoying what I was doing for her as much as I was enjoying doing it.
Than she did something that made it even better for both of us.
With a single swift motion she dropped back on her haunches, keeping her cunt on my face, so that her back arched and her body was just a few inches above mine, her tits facing the ceiling.
The pressure of the position caused her cunt and legs to spread even further.
My face was suddenly engulfed in a steaming, slippery mass of cream and flesh. I shoved as hard as I could, trying to bury myself in her body, wedging my jaw, chin, and tongue into her hot, steamy snatch.
"Yeah! Ohhhhhh babe, that's it... now eat me good... real good, babe, real good... eat my clit... right there..."
Her hand came down and spread her lips even wider, making it impossible for me not to see her red, swollen clit.
I went for it.
First I let my tongue flick across it, but as it grew larger I began to suck gently on the tender organ.
Jocelyn went crazy.
"Ohhh... easy... ohhhh, God!"
I grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading the white cheeks apart, making her cunt even more accessible to my tongue.
Suddenly her entire pussy exploded in my face. Hot, sticky juices came flying down through her slit, pouring out onto my mouth and tongue, flooding me with the salt of her passion.
I ate it all.
Again and again my tongue shot into her muff, swirling and slurping, gobbling down every drop of her honey as if there would never be any more after this moment.
But of court that was wrong.
There would be many more times after this for Jocelyn and me.
For us it was just the beginning.
Afterwards, we lay still for a few minutes, watching our naked forms in the mirror. Then Jocelyn finished me off.
It was short, quick, and sweet.
My cunt was already on fire from everything clue that had been going on, and Jocelyn knew that it wouldn't take much to send me over the top.
She let three fingers slide inside me.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."
I began to writhe and twist, marveling at the way each of her fingers found a different pressure point inside my trembling cunt, twirling and slashing in every direction.
"Make me come, Jocelyn... I wanna come..."
She smiled.
Then she began to massage my asshole with her other hand, letting her forefinger dart around the sensitive sphincter.
After that, it was over in a matter of seconds. I felt a raging, churning presence begin to rise up inside my pussy, foaming up from deep within me until suddenly I shot off like a rocket, cum squirting all over Jocelyn's hand.
It was fantastic.
Later we talked about a lot of things. It seemed that we never ran out of things to say to each other, and I was certain that she was going to be the best friend that I'd ever had.
"What about Howard?" she finally asked.
"What about him?"
We both giggled hysterically.
"You know, what are you gonna do about the tape we made?"
"Oh, that."
I knew I was playing silly games, but I really didn't care about Howard. Not right now, anyway.
But I knew she was right.
"I guess I'll just play it for him sometime and a how he likes it."
"Ain't you forgetting something?"
"What?"
"Hadn't you better make a copy of it before you play it for him? Otherwise he might just ton it up and that would be the end of that."
She was right.
"Besides," she continued, a twinkle in her green eyes, "I think you're passing up a great opportunity to have some fun with this."
"What do you mean?"
Chapter Ten
Jocelyn's idea was perfect, and we didn't waste any time putting it into effect.
First she made a copy of the tape.
Then we arranged everything else so that the big event would take place on Friday afternoon. It was this that brought about the hard part, since it meant that I had to wait two days before I could tell Howard anything; if he tried anything in the meantime, I was afraid that I'd tell him what we had done and spoil every thing.
But he left me alone.
Finally Friday afternoon arrived. I was at Jocelyn's apartment when I made the phone call.
"Howard? This is Carol."
"Hello."
His voice was cold, which made me happy. If he was obnoxious it would just make this whole business that much more fun.
"I need to see you right any."
"I'm sorry, but I'm too busy for you to come at right now."
"That's okay. I'm not coming there; you're coming here."
"Like hell I am."
"Ah, Howard. I think there's someone else here who wants to talk to you."
"Listen, Carol..."
"Howard?" came Jocelyn's voice from the other phone.
"Who is this?"
"Jocelyn."
"Who?"
Howard's voice was incredulous. And nervous. "Jocelyn. You're going to give me a loan, remember?"
"Carol, are you still there?"
"Sure am, toots."
"Jesus."
"He's not here."
"All right. Tell me how to get there."
We each had two drinks while we waited for Howard to arrive. By the time the doorbell rang we were ready for anything.
"Have a seat, Howard," I said sweetly.
He sat between us on the couch. A thin sheen of sweat was visible on his forehead. I loved it.
"How are your ears, toots?"
"What?"
"Never mind. Just listen."
I played the tape for him. As he listened his forehead got wetter and wetter. He knew we had him by the bells.
"What do you want?"
"Several things."
He nodded. Then he made a lunge for the cassette player, grabbing the tape from it and breaking it in two. It was only when he noticed that we weren't getting upset that he hesitated.
"There's a copy, toots. It could be in the mail to your boss by this afternoon, if that's what you want."
"Jesus."
"That's a good boy. Now here's what we want you to do. First of all, trot upstairs and go in the bedroom. Then take off all your clothes. We'll be with you in a minute."
After he left, Jocelyn and I went into hysterics again. We gave him time to do as we had told, then clinked our glasses together and followed him up the stairs.
He was waiting for us in his undershorts. "Not good enough, toots. Let us see your cock."
"This had gone far enough!"
"Take 'em off."
He did as he was told.
I walked forward until I was standing right in front of him. Then I reached out and grabbed his limp cock. He winced as if he thought I was going to cut it off or something.
"Don't worry Howard. I wouldn't do that." He didn't say anything.
"How come you're not hard yet, Howard?" He still didn't say anything.
"I understand. I guess you need some stimulation."
Jocelyn, standing behind me, took her cue and began to strip. Howard looked at her with wide eyes, but even after she was completely naked his cock was still limp and cold in my hand.
"Not enough, Howard?"
I stripped. While I took my clothes off Jocelyn took over his cock, running her fingers up and down his shaft.
"Still no luck?"
Jocelyn shook her head.
"Look Howard," I said. "This is going to be your last chance with either one of us. If you're good we might be a little more reasonable about the tape. If not..." I shrugged, as if to say that such a thing would be out of my control.
"You fucking bitch."
"There's my Howard. My beloved Howard. Turn around and bend over, toots."
He hesitated.
"Do it."
He did it.
"Now touch your toes. That's a good boy." His hands were on his feet, giving us a beautiful view of his ass. I looked at Jocelyn, then took another pull off my drink. She did the same.
Below, Howard's face was getting red. "Would you like to do the honors?" I asked Jocelyn.
"No. I think I'll let you go first?"
I slapped Howard hard on the ass. My hand stung from the blow, but I know his ass stung more. Then Jocelyn slapped him on the other cheek.
Then we both repeated the process.
After ten blows apiece we stopped. Howard's as was pink and tender.
"Now turn around." He did as he urn told.
"Well, well, well," I said, looking directly at his crotch. His cock was hard as a rock. "What have we here?"
He didn't say anything.
"I've got to hand it to you, toots. You like to dish it out, but you like to take it, too, don't you?"
For a moment he looked like he was going to lose his temper, but then he regained control.
"Good boy. Now get on the bed." Tight-lipped, he did as he was told. "Uh-oh, looks like you're losing your hard-on, toots. Guess we better fix that, huh?"
He got on all fours without being told, and Jocelyn and I gave him another dozen or so slaps to the ass.
Sure enough, when we were finished his cock was rigid.
"Okay toots. Here's what we want from you right now. First you fuck me. Then you fuck Jocelyn. The only catch is that you have to make us come but you can't come yourself. Got it?"
"You fucking bitch."
"Whatever."
I climbed beneath him and spread my legs. His cock started to shrink again, but when Jocelyn slapped him once or twice, it came back up.
"Now be sweet to me, toots. You don't want to make me mad, do you?"
He just glared at me.
"Let's go."
Surprisingly enough, my cunt was wet and juicy. I was detained not to come any sooner than was necessary, and if I could keep from coming altogether, I would be delighted.
He started slowly, entering my cunt with a thrust that wouldn't have broken an egg. I closed my eyes and tried to do multiplication tables.
I couldn't handle it.
Even though it was Howard who was fucking me, and even though I didn't want to come, the simple feeling of a cock inside my hot pussy was just too much for me.
I got turned on.
For a long time I didn't thrust back, and for a while I even held my legs tightly together, increasing the pressure on his cock and making it, I was certain, more difficult for him to keep from coming.
But I couldn't keep it up.
After about five minutes I started pushing up against his plunging cock, grinding my dripping pussy against his meat.
"Kiss my tits, Howard. Kiss my nipples."
He bent forward, and a moment later his lips were all over my tits, doing just as I had told him to do.
I liked being in control; it was so much better this way than just getting manhandled by a wild man.
"Harder, Howard. Kiss me... that's it... oh yeah... you're doin' good, toots, real good!"
I wondered how his cock felt. Normally he would have come by now, but today he hadn't even begun to tremble inside me.
That was no good. I had to make it tougher for him. Much tougher.
I wrapped my arm around his back and pulled myself up against his pounding, slamming cock. I could feel him slash deeper and deeper into me, and I knew that if I could just wriggle and writhe enough...
But it wasn't going to work.
Instead of making him come, I was going to come myself. I could feel the tension deep inside my cunt beginning to build, foaming and churning as if I were a capped bottle of champagne.
I could feel my will slipping.
"Goddammit, Howard," I gasped, giving in to the forces raging within me. "Make me come, you Goddam bastard. Make me come!"
I was angry at him and at myself; he was going to win this confrontation, all because I was such a horny bitch I couldn't control myself.
Dammit.
"You love it, don't you Carol?"
"Fuck you."
I slapped him in the face, but it was a half-hearted gesture of defiance, and one that only feel to the control he was gaining over me once again.
It was bubbling up inside me now, churning and foaming wildly.
"I'm gonna come!" I wailed, torn between conflicting desires. "Dammit I'm gonna come!"
Howard slashed harder into my cunt.
"Ohhh Godddd... OOHHHHHH!"
My cunt positively exploded.
I could feel incredible waves of honey shooting out of me as the muscles within me contracted, and for a moment I thought that by making the contractions even stronger. I could force Howard to come.
No such luck.
As soon as he felt the tremors race through my cunt he pulled out of me, falling to his side on the bed and making absolutely certain that he didn't come. I lay on the bed, gasping for breath.
Round one to Howard.
Jocelyn, with a little help from me, was more successful. I should have known I could count on her to keep things going our way.
First of all she handed me a length of nylon string that had knots tied about every inch or so in it.
I knew what to do with it.
But her real inspiration was making him fuck her in the ass. I'd told her about how much he got off on that, so now she was evidently planning to take advantage of it.
First she grabbed Howard's still erect cock and rubbed Vaseline all over it.
"What's the matter?" Howard leered, still feeling the flush of his first triumph and not aware of what was going on. "You're little puss isn't wet?"
Without saying a word Jocelyn got on all fours and shored her ass up in the air. A moment later she took the remainder of the Vaseline and rubbed it into her asshole, lubricating it well enough so that his cock would fit in with case.
"Hey, that's not fair."
"Who said anything about being fair, toots?"
Howard glared at me, then turned to Jocelyn. For a moment he seemed like he was considering refusing to do what was being asked of him, but after looking at Jocelyn's white, lush ass, his instincts evidently got the better of him.
"All right."
He positioned himself behind her and took his cock in his hand. After guiding it so that the bulbous head was touching the tight muscles of her brown hole he paused.
"Do it," Jocelyn whispered.
He shoved forward.
I watched, transfixed, as his cock began to disappear into her asshole. It was a slow process, even with the Vaseline, but gently the tight muscles of her asshole began to relax, giving way to the huge prod that was forcing into her.
Halfway in he paused. Both his hands were on her ass cheeks, spreading them wide, revealing the sight of what was happening to his cock to both of us.
"Go on, toots. Don't stop now."
He glared at me for a moment, then pushed forward again.
"Ohhhhhh..." Jocelyn groaned, her face buried below in a pillow.
"Don't forget you've got to make her come, Howard."
"Fuck you."
"You already did. Once was more than enough." Finally his cock was all the way in. All I could see were the dark, curly hairs at the base of his shaft.
"Now fuck me... easy... that's it, fuck my ass, Howard."
He began to rock back and forth, his cock moving just a fraction of an inch with each thrust.
Jocelyn tried to hold still, but it was evident that the same thing that had happened to her was happening to me; we were both slaves to our passions.
"Finger me, you prick," she said huskily. "Stick your hand up my cunt..."
Howard did as he was told.
Then I finally remembered the string I had in my hand; it was now evident we were going to need it.
All right, then. We would use it.
First I covered it with Vaseline. Then I moved around Howard and approached him from the rear, grinning at what I knew would swing things in our favor.
When I first touched his ass he stiffened, surprised at the contact.
"Keep fucking, toots. Don't mind me."
"Fuck you," he growled, but he kept fucking Jocelyn's ass.
I greased up his asshole.
"Hey!"
"Shut up and keep fucking her."
Slowly, knot by knot, I pushed the string up his ass. It was about eighteen inches long altogether, and by the time I had stuffed it all into him. I knew that there was no way he was going to survive what we had planned without coming.
In the end there was only a single piece of the string protruding from his asshole, with a small loop just about the size of my middle finger hanging down from it.
I went back to watch them fuck.
Jocelyn was beside herself now, grinding back against his cock with all the force she could put together. His hand was in her cunt, and her own hand was on top of his, guiding it to the spots she wanted him to touch.
"Oh yeah, Howard... that's it, right there... ohhh, easy... you're gonna make it happen."
I smiled.
I knew that I, or at least the string that I controlled, was really going to make it happen. I just had to wait for the right moment.
Slipping a finger through the string, I gave it a swift, hard yank.
"EEEAAAGGGGHHHH!"
"OHMIGOD!"
He reacted like someone had shot a cannon into his ass. As the knots jerked past his asshole he slashed forward, and there was no doubt in my mind that he was having the most forceful, all consuming orgasm he had ever experienced in his life.
And he was also having it a split second before Jocelyn had hers.
We had done it.
Later, he and Jocelyn lay on the bed trying to catch their breath. I told him what I wanted.
"All right, Howard. We've got the tape. We'll keep it. You'll never touch either of us again. Never; is that clear?"
He nodded.
"As for money; I should think two thousand dollars a month would be about right, don't you Jocelyn?"
She nodded.
"Good. Jocelyn and I will be leaving for a little vacation tomorrow. Hawaii, I think. Or maybe the Bahamas; we'll have to talk about it. You, at any rate, will buy the tickets and make the arrangements. Is that clear."
