"What did you do then?" Eleanor asked, feeling her pussy begin to juice at the other woman's words. She didn't care if Vicki was making up the story or not. It was so damned sexy she could hardly control her rampaging emotions.
"So I said, 'Sure, stud, let's fuck.' I'd had all sorts of men before but never a black."
"Is . . . is it true?" asked Cassie, from across the bridge table, putting her cards down in front of her. "I mean, about how black guys are really well hung?" Her voice was scarcely a whisper but it sounded like cannon-fire to the aroused Eleanor.
Her fingers slipped under the table, her cards forgotten. She had to get to the source of her discomfort. She lifted the hem of her skirt and rapidly sought out the juicy quagmire of her cunt. The fingers slid in easily, the frothy pussy fluids already doing their job of lubrication. She shuddered hard as she heard more of Vicki's provocative words.
"Not really. I mean, God, he had a dork on him that was a good nine inches long." She held up her hands to indicate exactly how long the man's cock had been. "But he didn't know how to use his cock. He was about average, even with that lovely tasty prick of his."
"Tasty?" asked the fourth at the bridge game.
Jet-haired Mara was visibly sweating. The others didn't notice that her hand had vanished under the table, too, and that a rhythmic squishing noise emerged from the area of her crotch. They were too engrossed in Vicki's tale.
"Sure. I went down on him. He was such a lousy fuck I had to do something to get my rocks off. So I took that huge, tasty cock of his into my mouth and gave him a blowjob he'll never forget!"
"God!" moaned Eleanor.
Her own passions had reached the breaking point. It didn't matter to her if Vicki was lying through her teeth or not. Just the thought of going down on a man was enough to make her come. A flood of her creamy inner juices drenched her hand and dampened her panties. It would be embarrassing for her to get up-she was sure that the flood had caused a wet spot on her dress.
"Truth," Vicki said, breathing faster, her own ample tits rising and falling under the thin blouse she wore.
Of all the women at the table, she was the only one not wearing a bra. And it was obvious. Her nipples had sprung up as she started talking. Now they poked out impudently against the fabric, causing tiny wrinkles to appear around the mushroom-sized nubbin of hard flesh.
"God!" repeated Eleanor.
These bridge games had started out innocently enough a few months ago. But they had rapidly turned into bitch-sessions. They started in on their husbands-how the men just rolled on top, fucked till they came and then railed off and went to sleep. The same pattern had formed in all four of their marriages. The women had been drawn together by their unfulfilled sex lives.
Then someone-Eleanor couldn't even remember who it was-had started talking about her extra-marital affairs. They had all added to the tale. She had lied-Eleanor had never fucked a man other than Jack, her husband. She had been reasonably content for the first few years of their marriage, but the past three had been frustrating for her.
She needed more than simple in-and-out fucking. She loved the feel of his prick driving mercilessly into her cunt, filling her to overflowing, making her into a complete woman, but she never got enough. And she wanted to experiment. She had read all the books-the sex manuals, the so-called marriage aides-and they had fired her with a need that Jack couldn't bring out in her.
Eleanor's loins burned with the desire for huge pricks reaming her out. She couldn't get the thought of sucking off a man out of her head. Jack didn't like it-or so he said. And he would absolutely refuse her requests to have her pussy eaten out.
Once he had fucked her up the ass. He said he didn't like it, and she never asked again. The sexual hunger grew inside her until it threatened to consume her. She was almost mad with frustrated sexual desire when these bridge games had begun. Now they only added fuel to the flames of her discontent. She listened to the others tell of how bad off they were when it came to the fucking department.
These talks they had around the bridge table were more than likely nothing but the women's own fantasies.
She shivered anew, remembering that story. It hadn't been true-but she wished it was. Eleanor had watched the dog fucking a bitch in heat, and it had done something to her.
She shivered again, her fingers reaming deeper and harder against the soft walls of her fluid twat. She came. She didn't care if the others saw it or not-they were probably lost in their own personal fantasy worlds, too.
Vicki loved to talk about the black stud she had gone down on. The taste of his ebony fuck stick seemed to linger in her mind. Eleanor had never asked if this was for real or not. She didn't dare ask.
Eleanor was afraid that lust might actually drive her to perform that perverted deed if she was pushed too far.
"And he fucked me, hard, long-oh sweet Jesus, I can still feel his prick moving in and out of my lips. He face-fucked me. His cock was so huge it almost ripped my lips!"
Eleanor couldn't stand it any longer. She had to be alone. She rose and ran from the room, her fingers remaining buried knuckles-deep up her cunt. The torrent of pussyjuice leaking out and onto her thighs only added to her arousal. She came again, as much from the movement of her legs as from the thoughts of illicit sex rampaging through her brain.
Panting, she leaned against the counter in the kitchen. Her eyes opened and she spied a hand mixer. The bulbous wooden handle was being wasted. She pulled it across the counter with shaking hands and immediately pressed the hard wood to her juicy cuntlips.
"Ummm. . . oh, I shouldn't," she moaned aloud. But she knew she would.
The woman felt the rounded portion of the handle on her inner cuntlips, then felt it plunge all the way into the silken depths of her pussy.
She screamed out her passionate cry of orgasm and then began fucking her tight little pussy with the wood handle until her. cuntwalls burned with the friction of the frantic motion.
"Oh . . . oh . . . ohhhhh!" she shrieked, coming again and again.
The handle filled her fully. No man's prick could be this huge-Jack sure wasn't. She fantasized the guy fucking her. She got off again. And the man in Vicki's fantasy. She came and came and came until she was drained, exhausted.
Leaning back against the counter, her ass neatly perched on the edge, she opened her eyes and sucked in her breath in horror. She had totally forgotten that the refrigerator repairman was here working on the refrigerator. The man stood, his mouth hanging open in sheer amazement.
"What's the matter?" she demanded, frightened and yet strangely turned on by the idea that the man had been watching her.
"Uhh... nothing, lady, nothing."
She saw the huge bulge at his crotch. He had a boner just aching to be released. And she had given it to him!
Eleanor didn't know what possessed her. She didn't lower her skirt and chastely hide her naked cunt from the man. Instead she walked across the floor and sidled up to him, rubbing her naked leg against his trouser-clad one. Her cunt was just inches away from the mound of his prick.
"See anything else you want to fix?" she asked, her voice husky with sex.
Somehow, she couldn't quite believe she was doing this. This wasn't anything more than another of the fantasies she and the other women traded over the bridge table. It had an unreal feeling to it. She was a good girl. She would never knowingly commit adultery.
And this hardly seemed wrong. It was just an addition to the fantasies she had ben enjoying while she masturbated with the handle of the egg-beater.
"Uh . . . I . . ." the man stammered. He had blundered into something he had only heard about. This was completely outside the man's experience. "Why don't you plug the leak with a nice, big plug of cock?"
Her fingers dived down to his fly. A metallic hissing signaled the opening of his zipper and his cock leaped out, as eager as a racehorse in the starting gate. Her feverish fingers clamped around the turgid length instantly. She wasn't going to allow it to escape, not when it was this close to her needy cunt.
"Fuck me!" she breathed hotly into the man's ear. "Take me right here. Fuck me until I can't stand it any more-then fuck me even more!"
"Goddamn, lady, this is..."
"Do it!"
She insistently pulled at the meaty shaft of his prick. Her leg encircled his waist and she positioned herself directly over the crown of his cock. A little dip and she shuddered in delight. The hot purpled knob of his cock poked between her trembling pink cuntlips.
"You asked for it, lady, and you're gonna get it! Every goddamn fucking inch of it!"
He shoved his prick balls-deep into her seething hot cunt. They both shuddered and simply stood motionless for a moment. The shock that passed through Eleanor's body threatened to shatter her like a pane of glass struck by a hammer.
"Oh, God, it's so big!" she moaned."
The woman still couldn't quite believe that this wasn't a fantasy. That the man existed and was getting ready to fuck the shit out of her seemed unlikely to her. She simply reveled in the feel of his pulsating fuck-stick pressing so hotly against her cuntwalls.
"You ain't felt nothing yet, lady. Just wait till I get my balance."
He shifted his weight around and felt her leg tighten on his waist. This pulled his prick even deeper into her steamy cunt. The man moaned, and for the first time Eleanor realized this wasn't simply part of her fantasy.
She panicked. She had never cheated on Jack before. And she was doing this with a man she didn't even know. He was just some anonymous repairman. What bothered her the most was the stark arousal coursing through her trim body. She hadn't fell this hot to fuck in years-and certainly not with Jack, since they had been married.
The man's rough, work-hardened hands clamped firmly on her waist and bent her backwards, causing her twat to press even more firmly into his crotch. She felt her cuntlips crushed against the man's prick.
And then she was totally lost.
This was the perfect quickie for her. She could just walk off and totally deny this had ever happened if Jack ever did happen to hear about it. She could enjoy this adulterous fucking and couldn't be held to account far it!
"Fuck me good!" she demanded. "I won't accept any halfway stuff. I want every goddamn fucking inch of that sweet fucking prick of yours!"
The words turned her on even more. When she and Jack fucked, they seldom said anything to each other. It was almost by accident she'd found out that dirty words made her even homier. Now she was exploring this to the fullest.
'Fuck me with that prick of yours. Drive it into my cunt. Thick the living stilt out of meeee!"
She couldn't hold back her came. It seized her, shook her, tossed her high into the air and robbed her of speech. She could only moan incoherently. The orgasm was the most intense and wondrous she had ever experienced. The woman actually cried, huge tears leaving salty tracks down her cheeks. By the time the ice-and-iron grip of her come had left she felt drained. But that hard demanding cock refused to allow her to test.
The man bent his knees, gathered strength and speed and shot up into her softly yielding cunt like a rocket blasting off the launching pad. She struggled passionately in his grip, filled, with his throbbing cock.
"Oh God . . . God!" she cried. "I can't take any more of that prick! Stop . . . please stop it!"
"Hell if I will!" he grunted. "You asked for my cock, lady, and you're gonna get every fucking inch of it shoved all the way up your twat!"
The man made good on his claim. Her leg tightened around his waist as she bent farther and farther back, his hand in the small of her back. His prick shot into her cunt with a lewd, hot squishing noise that aroused her all over again. Never had she heard such passionate sounds coming from her own cunt. She had never been this juiced-up for Jack-ever.
She began to help with the fucking. Tensing and relaxing her pussy-walls around the man's hard driving fuck stick, she tried to get him off. She felt the thick head of his cock begin to expand. The pulsating veins on the sides of the hard shaft excited her anew. She came again, her pussy smashing down with mindless fury around the man's deeply hidden cock.
"Ungh!" he grunted, the pressure from her velvety walls almost robbing him of his come. His balls had tightened up and churned in the small prison of his sac. The thick stew of his jism boiled and threatened to erupt at any instant.
He fucked faster, the friction pleasantly burning his prick. He grunted with every stroke into her cunt. Her pussy-lips actually folded into her fucktunnel, so great was his speed and depth of penetration.
She came repeatedly, her pussy squeezing down on his cock until he could no longer bear it. His hips took over and sank his cock even deeper into the clutching heat of her cunt.
She felt his prick fill her even fuller as it expanded with more and more excited blood hammering into it. Every single beat of his heart caused his cock to jerk about in the tight confines of her wet, demanding pussy. She tensed and relaxed her muscles around his cock again, and this time they came together.
His prick erupted like a volcano. He spewed out the white-hot cream of his jism, coating the insides of her fuck-tunnel. The liquid rush of his cum sent her soaring off into another sexual orbit. They grunted and moaned and sweated together, their arms clutching wildly at one another. She pulled his prick even deeper into her needy cunt by tensing the leg she had wrapped around his waist.
When his fountaining cock had died, turning into a limp worm, and slipped from her cunt, Eleanor was dog-tired.
She sighed and stumbled across the kitchen to prop her ass against the edge of the counter-top again. This time she chastely lowered her skirt, neglecting to pull up her panties first. It wouldn't have mattered. They were in shreds from the passion she had shown earlier. She had ripped them, and the repairman had further torn them until only tiny wisps of nylon remained.
"C-can you be finished here soon?" she asked.
She couldn't pull her eyes off the man's limp prick dangling out of his pants. He hastily stuffed his flaccid cock back into his fly and zipped up.
"Be out of here before you know it," he said, turning back to his repair job.
Eleanor patted her dismayed hair back into place and went into the living room. She didn't know if she should tell her three friends about what had just happened or not. After all, they told each other about their fantasies, not the nitty-gritty realities of their real-life adulterous affairs.
Chapter Two
Eleanor felt the meaty hand rubbing the inside of her tender thigh. She sighed and rolled onto her side, not sure if she wanted to put up with Jack's in-and-out, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am fucking tonight or not. She was so damn horny, she didn't want to add to her frustration of not getting her rocks off while he did.
"Not tonight, honey," she whispered. "I'm too tired. It's been a long day. And I . .
"Bullshit!" the man said. "I was the one who went to work, spent two hours caught up in traffic jams and then came home to TV dinners. You didn't do a damn thing all day except have your bridge club over. Let's fuck, darling."
His hand tightened around her leg, and he pulled her closer. But her emotions took her away from him. She loved Jack, had loved him almost from the first instant they'd met. There had never been any of the uncertainty she had sensed in other couples. She and Jack had taken to each other like ducks to water.
She had lost her cherry to him on their third date and that pretty well sealed it with her. She wanted to marry him; he wanted to marry her. And they did.
But now they were both bored out of their minds. The sameness of the fucking was only part of it. Their entire lives had fallen into a rut. The predictability of it all drove her wild. She felt, like an animal in a cage-and she didn't even have the diversions of a zoo animal. People didn't parade before her. She was stuck in the house, her only outside contact through her bridge club.
And the other women she knew were as bored with their lives as she was.
Eleanor had often wondered if she should go out and get a job, but she doubted Jack would approve. Besides, she had married as soon as she had been graduated from high school. She had no skills that would get her a job. Eleanor also had the same feelings as Jack about a woman working.
Her place was in the home.
Her dilemma was growing daily, though. She didn't take all that long to do the housework. It went quickly, what with all the electrical appliances. It wasn't like in her grandmother's day when an entire week could be filled with the simplest of tasks. She didn't have to bake bread-she could go to the store for it. She didn't have to take the rugs out and beat them clean-the vacuum cleaner did it in nothing flat.
She watched a lot of the soap operas on television, sometimes masturbating at the sight of those handsome stars. But that was no replacement for an exciting, thrilling, fulfilling fuck with her husband.
"Not tonight, Jack, please," she repeated. "I'm just not in the mood for it now. I've got a lot on my mind."
"Then it's up to me to help you forget it all," he said, obviously going to fuck her whether she wanted it or not.
She sighed and gave into the inevitable. If she didn't cooperate at least half-heartedly, he would virtually rape her. Unlike most women, even the fantasy of being raped didn't turn her on. She wanted to enter into the fucking with all her heart. She didn't have to pretend she was being forced.
Shuddering lightly at the feel of her husband's hand slowly moving back and forth on the inside of her leg, she turned toward him. Her tits bobbed delightfully under her thin nightie. Jack saw the movement, and Eleanor felt the sheets on the bed move as his cock stiffened into full hardness.
Gone was the limp prick. It was now a full fledged fucking tool. It was a cock-a cock she had once desired above all else in the world. She sighed again when she felt the hot shaft press hard against her belly.
"Come on, darling," the man urged. "Get with it. This is fun!"
For him it was. For her it Was almost torture. She felt her dry pussy begin to churn in the age-old fashion and knew that it wouldn't be a dry fuck. Some consolation. What she wanted was a little romance, perhaps. Or at least something different-always fucking in the same position got to be a drag.
"Honey, let me get on top this time," she pleaded. "Please. It . . . it would make it a lot better, I think."
"Bullshit! You know you love the feel of my cock in your cunt. When I'm fucking you, you forget everything else. It doesn't matter what position you're in."
He rolled on top of her, forcing his legs to spread wantonly wide. His cock nudged between her cuntlips.
She shuddered involuntarily this time. She was slowly responding to him, whether she wanted to or not. The nearness of that prick made her remember all the good times they had fucked. She remembered the first time, how she had thought the top of her head would blast off into orbit as his cock reamed out her cunt.
It had been different then. It had all been new and fresh and exciting.
"Aieeeee!" she cried as be drove in his prick.
She felt the thick stalk of cockmeat pressing hotly against the tender walls of her cunt. Her frothy fuck-fluids hadn't fully lubricated her pussy yet, but the way her body responded would soon take care of that.
"See?" the man demanded. "You do get off on it.
Na more of this let me get on top, shit. You know you enjoy it when I fuck you. You love the way my cock fills that cunt of yours and makes you think I'm going to rip you apart all the way to the chin."
The dirty words he uttered had their effect on her. The woman's cunt began to drool in the most obscene manner possible. Jack thought it was his prowess at fucking that had done it.
If he could have looked inside Eleanor's head he would have known differently. She wasn't in bed with her husband. She dreamed she was out in the woods, a lumberjack sweating and wiping his forehead as he chopped down tree after tree. He had tired and took a rest, pulling off his shirt. The man's mighty muscles rippled and gleamed as the sunlight reflected off his sweaty body. And then she saw him go take a piss. The yellow stream blasted hotly against a tree trunk and dribbled to the forest floor.
She came-hard!
And the lumberjack turned, his prick still in his massive hand. A look of surprise crossed his face, then he smiled and beckoned to her. She didn't want to do anything but run, but the sight of that huge cock-almost as big as the tree the lumberjack had been chopping-turned her on more than she cared to admit.
She came again, screaming and thrashing about on the rumpled surface of her bed.
Jack continued to fuck her with long, slow strokes, his fucking cock slowly matching the one in her fantasy world.
"See?" Jack panted. "You are getting off on it. And you said you weren't in the mood. Dumb bitch! You love this as much as I do!"
"Yes, yes, yesssss!" she hissed, her head tossing from side to side, sending out cascades of hair to halo her face.
It might have been her husband fucking her tight little pussy, but in her mind it was a lumberjack-big and virile and brandishing a cock as thick as a telephone pole.
And he stuffed it into her tiny cunt!
"No, no!" she cried out loud. "It's too big. You'll rip me up with that thing!"
Her husband thought she meant him. It spurred him on to fuck her with even more power and determination. Little did he know that his wife was lost in the grip of a fantasy world.
The prick thrilled her, but not as much as it once had. The feel of his heavy, muscular body pressing down onto her slender one turned her on, but not as much as before. Everything about fucking with Jack had taken on all the excitement of a summer rerun on television.
Jack grunted and began pumping in and out of Eleanor's cunt with growing insistence.
"I . . . oh, shit!" he moaned aloud. "I'm coming!"
The woman tensed as she felt his cock begin to grow inside her. It had been large before, but now it was a monster. She clamped her eyes tightly shut and imagined the lumberjack slamming repeatedly into her tender, yielding cunt. The lewd squishing sounds from her crotch only pushed her arousal up more.
And then came the sweet gush of jism blasting from the tip of his prick. The man never stopped fucking the entire time his cock was fountaining out his thick white goo.
Eleanor struggled passionately, almost coming at the touch of his jizz. But as before, she felt robbed. Jack had come just before begot her off. And now he was content to sigh and roll off her, his arms around her but his cock slowly deflating like a punctured balloon.
"Jack," she said softly, "I'm still horny. Please eat me out. I need your mouth on my cunt!"
Jack snored softly.
Eleanor wanted to cry in frustration. She had already gotten off a couple times, but that was just the buildup she needed to a really big orgasm. She had been robbed of the supreme come once mare.
She ached inside. Her cunt throbbed with unfulfilled lust. Her clit was throbbing and twitching until she imagined it would pop. Her tits had been stimulated to the extent that her nipples were hard little pebbles of lust.
She wanted more cock in her tight, needy cunt. She wanted the feel of a man's finger on her cut. She wanted soft, sucking lips and a tongue moving all over her nipples and tit-mounds.
Eleanor got none of them.
Jack was sound asleep, snoring softly now, his lust sated while hers was still building.
The more she thought about her fantasy lumberjack, the worse it became for her. She had to have cock, but it was denied her.
She wanted to cry out loud but knew she could never explain to Jack why she wasn't happy with his fucking. What more could he do? he'd say. Hadn't he fucked her like he always had? That was the big problem and the one thing she could never come out and admit to him.
Sure, it was just like before-boring!
She needed him to go down on her, to lick her cunt, to suck up all her cuntjuice, to tongue her clit and make her come in a new and excitingly different way. She needed it!
She didn't even come close to getting it.
The woman slid from between the sweat-soaked sheets and moved toward the bathroom, almost stumbling as she went. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out in her frustration. In the bathroom, she closed the door and turned on the light.
Looking into the mirror, she saw a haggard face-the face of a woman deprived of a real fuck.
Turning out the light again, she moved to the bathtub. It took her only a couple seconds to realize what she wanted to do. If her husband wasn't able to get her off, she would do it herself. Turning on. the water, she waited for it to get to just the right temperature. The warmness slashed and gushed around her testing finger before she moved that finger to her cunt.
The warmth inside her sent tremors up and down her spine. This was so good! She couldn't stand it any longer. She almost dived into the bathtub, her legs going up into the air along the wall, her pussy almost pressed to the faucet. The warm water gushed faster and faster over her cuntlips, tried to drive into her pussy and give her the come she had been denied before.
The feelings built and built in the woman's body. The water caressed her tingling clit until she was shuddering and moaning out loud from the intense passion wracking her body.
"So goooood!" she groaned.
Her fingers dived to part her cuntlips. She felt the thick, puffy flaps of flesh guarding her pussy throb with sexual power. The water cascaded down and beat on her harder, warmer, more insistently And then she came harder than she ever had before.
The climax caused her to screw out at the top of her lungs. She didn't care if Jack heard or not. This was what she had been needing for so long-complete sexual surrender. It should have been her husband's prick giving her such divine feelings. She should never have had to resort to such a sordid method of getting herself off.
But she wasn't going to stop. The water splashed tirelessly against her clit, dribbled down over her aroused cuntlips and trickled into her asshole. The lightest of touches would have gotten her off again. The creeping fingers parting her pussy-lips worked down to her asshole. She began finger-fucking her own asshole.
She came again-and again and again.
She sobbed constantly now, her entire body aflame with lust. She no longer thought of how depraved this was. All that mattered was the delightful sensation ripping away at her mind. She was coming like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers going off. That was all that mattered or would ever matter.
"Oh, God, it's so nice," she moaned out loud. "I need more. Don't leave me till I get all I can stand!"
The water continued to stroke her turgid cuntlips. Her cuntlips swelled with lust. She gripped one of the pussy-lips between thumb and forefinger and stroked. A lightning bolt of sensation ripping all the way through her body caused her to arch her back, pressing ass and shoulders into the cold ceramic of the bathtub.
"Oh, lover, don't stop. Get me off! Lick my cunt! Suck my poor little pussy," she sobbed.
The woman's mind began generating a new fantasy lover. If her husband wouldn't go down on her and eat her out, she would invent one from the depths of her insane desire.
She imagined a man crouching between her legs, hands pushing her soft thighs wider and wider apart to expose her flowing cunt to his mouth. His rough pink tongue slurped up and down her pussy until she struggled passionately. The water from the faucet took the place of a real tongue. She imagined the water to be the tongue she so desperately wanted licking her cuntlips and probing into the seething well of her fuck-tunnel.
The man remained indistinct-a fantasy figure cut from darkness. But his tongue did the talking for him. He licked and sucked at her cunt until she came again. And still desire remained locked in the woman's lithe, trim body. Her right hand clutched fiercely at her cut, stroking and manipulating the tiny nubbin of sensitive flesh until she could do hardly more than sob incoherently.
Her left hand smashed down fiercely on her tits. Taking one nipple between thumb and forefinger, she rolled the hard little pebble around in ever widening circles until she threatened to rip her entire tit off her chest.
The pain only added fuel to her lust. The water hammered against her most sensitive flesh. Her finger worked insistently on her clit, moving her gradually toward the gut-wrenching orgasm she so desperately sought. The fingers gripping her nipple tightened to give even more pain. The throbbing of her heart communicated through the shaking mound of titflesh. She pressed harder. Her ass slid down in the bathtub so that her cunt was immediately under the torrent of water. Her cuntlips stung and burned from the hot water, but she hardly noticed. Her attention was focused on thee delight of orgasm working through her body.
She screeched aloud again as still another come gripped her. And then she realized the potential for an even larger climax existed inside her. She changed her fantasy. No longer did the man crouching between her legs lick and suck at her cut.
He pissed on her now.
The man stood with one foot on either side of the bathtub, his hand wrapped firmly around his cock. He directed the stream of smelly hot piss onto her body, across her tits, down over the trim bulge of her belly and onto her cut.
The urine stream smashed into her cuntlips. She knew it was happening to her-it was more real than reality itself.
When Eleanor came, it was a bone-jarring orgasm that refused to die. It lifted her up and up, soaring and gliding until she thought she would be totally destroyed by it. Never had she experienced such a came. And when it left her weak and groaning in the bathtub, she smiled in appreciation.
She knew now that she was a sexual animal. She could get off. It was Jack who wasn't delivering. Eleanor felt both relief and regret in that moment. She was capable of the most intense feelings possible-and Jack wasn't giving, them to her.
Sighing, she rose, dried herself off and then went back to the bed, where Jack snored softly, thinking he had given her what she needed.
Chapter Three
"I was scared shitless!" said Eleanor.
Her hand shook as she put the coffee cup down on the table. She glanced around guiltily to see if anyone else in the restaurant had heard her besides Vicki.
"That is pretty heavy going, kiddo," said Vicki, her blue eyes wide. She brushed back her blonde hair and looked at her friend. "So you really masturbated in the bathtub and thought about some guy pissing on your cunt? Shit, I never got that far out when I was using the wax banana from that display on the hall table."
"You used that? Why, I must have gone by it a dozen times and never noticed anything."
Eleanor was continually surprised at her friend. She thought Vicki would be shocked at what she'd done. Instead, the woman accepted it-perhaps not calmly, but she accepted. That made Eleanor feel better. And having Vicki confess something like stroking off with the artificial banana helped her, too.
''I melted one down with my hot pussy," admitted Vicki, smiling at her friend. "And I had to find another. Believe me, it's not easy finding just one wax banana these days. You should have seen how the clerk looked at me!"
They both laughed, and Eleanor felt the tension melting away. But that still didn't lessen the feelings in her concerning her husband and their sexual relations-or the lack of them.
"I don't know what to do, Vicki," she admitted. Eleanor played with a strand of brunette hair until it began to frizz. She didn't even notice. "I love Jack, I really do. But I think I'd better divorce him."
"Hell, sometimes a man gets weird. Just come out and tell him how you feel. Tell him to get with it in the sack or you'll be spending all your time in the bathroom with your convenient faucet."
"I couldn't do that. He... he might leave me."
"So how's that any different from you leaving him? He'd be the one who was responsible."
Eleanor shook her head. "It's different. I think it's different, at any rate. And I could never admit to him that I was masturbating instead of getting my kicks from his prick. He would call me frigid or something."
"You're not," pointed out Vicki. "You're just bored. Hell," she snorted, idly stirring her coffee, "so am I. The whole bunch of us are frustrated bitches. Cassie is damn near being driven out of her skull because Mark isn't delivering in the fucking department any more, and Mara told me the other day she was thinking about finding herself a lover on the side because Les was jumping on top and fucking and then falling asleep. Sounded just like you and Jack."
Eleanor sighed. "I guess we aren't unique. Maybe this is the way it's supposed to be. Maybe we're the victims. Maybe we're supposed to be bored out of our skulls and hating every instant in bed."
"Hell if we do," said Vicki. "We can do something about it!"
"What?" asked Eleanor suspiciously.
She sometimes wondered if her friend didn't carry her daring a bit too far. Vicki had taken up skydiving to see what it was like. She wasn't sure the blonde woman wasn't going to suggest something equally as dangerous.
"Let's you and me go to a disco tonight. Really get dolled up and go hunting for some horny young stud to fuck us."
"Oh, Vicki, I couldn't do anything like that," protested Eleanor.
But the thought worked inside her, festering and building on all the fantasies she had been living with so much lately. The idea of finding a young man with a muscular ass and powerful arms and chest and a cock that wouldn't stop fucking until she got off
"Why not?" demanded Vicki.
"Well .. . "said Eleanor, her mind racing. The mental image of the stud fucking her grew until it made her pussy cream. She moved uncomfortably on the hard metal restaurant chair, worried she would leave a wet spot. "Okay."
"Great! I'll pick you up at eight. And wear something sexy-really sexy, if you know what I mean."
Eleanor did.
"Goddamn, lady, you're gonna drive the studs wild!" said Vicki, seeing Eleanor outlined in the doorway.
The long, filmy dress clung to her slender legs and outlined her figure perfectly. It was instantly apparent she was going braless tonight from the way her nipples protruded hotly from the thin bodice.
"You're not so bad yourself," said Eleanor, still wondering if this was the right thing to do.
She had lied to Jack and gotten him out of the house. She'd claimed she was going to visit a friend who needed some cheering up. She hadn't said who and he hadn't asked. This made her mad enough to go through with the insane scheme. If he cared so little about her whereabouts, why shouldn't she go find herself a young lover?
"Hell, you're a knockout and you know it! That color of red makes you look ... sexy!"
Eleanor was pleased by Vicki's compliment. She'd thought she looked all right but hearing her friend rave about it made her feel this was going to be an evening to remember!
"Let's go before I lose my nerve. I've never picked up a man like this. It scares me a little."
"You've heard of Women's Lib. This is just part of it. Why shouldn't a woman approach a guy who turns her on? After all, some guys will be too shy to come on to us. Why should both of us be miserable because of some silly idea of what's right and what's wrong?"
Eleanor didn't answer. She was too lost in her own dream world. She visualized what would happen at the disco: She would sweep in and every eye in the place would follow her. Every guy would get an instant hard-on and every woman would hate her guts for being so desirable.
Reality proved to be a close match with her wild fantasy. Every man in the disco followed her swaying ass as she and Vicki moved to a table near the dance floor. She was conscious of their stares and felt like turning and running. Only Vicki's hand on her arm kept her steady and heading for their table.
"This is the big time, kiddo," said her blonde friend. "And I don't think we have to wait for long. God, look at the crotch on that one!"
Eleanor was already looking. She couldn't take her eyes off one of the men's crotches. The huge bulge told her of an impressive cock hiding behind the fabric of his pants. The fabric clung to his body like a second skin. His ass was everything she had ever dreamed about, and his tented trousers seemed likely to split at any instant.
She had to know what lurked under his fly!
"He's noticed us. How do we get him to come over?" asked Vicki, nervously brushing at her hair.
"You're the one who said we should be bold and go ask. So go ask him!"
"Me? You're out of your mind. I never could. But there must be some way...
Eleanor hadn't bothered to put on any panties. Crossing her legs and making a big production of it allowed the man on the dance floor to see all the way up to her naked cunt.
She thought the bulge in his pants doubled in size when the guy realized that what he thought he saw was real. He didn't hesitate a second over to the table and sitting down.
Eleanor had thought she was too old for Ibis crowd-after all, she was thirty-two and hardly as pretty as any of the women ten years younger. But this stud had singled her out, even over her blonde friend, Vicki. That puffed up Eleanor with pride, and it made her pussy begin to tingle.
She might actually find a man tonight who could fuck her properly!
The idea of adultery didn't please her, but the idea of staying perpetually frustrated pushed her on. Besides, she liked the idea of toying with this hunk of man. His muscles played sinuously under the thin shirt he wore open to the middle of his hairy chest. The light danced on the double strand of gold chains around his neck, and the way his eyes worked over her body made Eleanor feel like a blushing teenager again.
And the man saw plenty. The impudent swell of her tits made him think they might come spilling out of the thin fabric at any instant. And what a sight that would be-twin mounds of lily-white titflesh capped with rosy nipples. He could see those nipples swelling with lust as he eyed them-not that those delightful tits were all that turned him on about Eleanor.
Her trim waist showed she stayed in good shape. He didn't care for the fleshy chicks. He liked his women agile and lithe and able to move when he stuck his prick in their cunts. The slender legs turned him on, too. The idea of them locked around his waist as he fucked in and out of her tight little pussy almost made him cream in his pants.
"This is my first time here," said Eleanor, totally ignoring Vicki.
Let her find her own man. Eleanor was well taken care of-and it would get better. She knew it!
"I would have noticed if you had been here before tonight," he said. "My name's Max."
"Eleanor," she answered, her eyes working down to the bulge at his crotch.
If anything, it had gotten even larger. She felt her pussy beginning to juice in the most obscene way possible. That familiar ache deep in her cunt had started. The only way of stopping it now was to feed it cock-and lots of it!
"It's so hot in here. Want to go outside? Maybe to the parking lot?"
"What's there?" she asked, enjoying the conversation while being terrified of it at the same time.
She knew what he wanted. What frightened her was that she wanted the same thing.
She didn't bother answering. She stood and began working her way between the tightly packed tables, twitching her ass as she went to make sure that he would follow along.
She needn't have-worried. Nothing in the world would have stopped Max from joining her out in the cool night.
"I love the stars," she said, looking up.
"I love pretty women bathed in starlight. Christ, baby, how come you ain't wearing any panties? You want to start a riot. If any of the other guys in there had seen, they might have raped you!"
"And you won't?"
"Didn't say that," he said, pressing closer, his hands excitingly strong on her trim waist.
They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, and Eleanor was lost. Her lips crushed his passionately.
She tensed as soon as she felt his tongue trying to force its way into her mouth. This was more than she had bargained for-or was it?
She realized she had come to this place to get fucked. She was horny and hating herself for not standing up to Jack. Getting some young cock into her needy cunt was what she wanted more than anything else in the world. And it was here for the taking.
She wasn't going to pass up the chance! Not now!
The brunette pressed her hot body against his firmly muscled chest and returned the kiss with all the fervor locked up in her deprived loins. She ground her crotch into his, feeling the mound of his cock stir and throb with virile lust for her. She could stand it no longer. She had to have his prick in her, fucking her, giving her all the pleasure she could stand.
"Fuck me!" she cried, breaking off the kiss.
"Shit, baby, you don't beat around the bush, do you? I knew you were a hot fox the instant I laid eyes on you."
"That's not what I want laid on me," she said, her hand drifting between their tightly crushed bellies. "This is what I want-and not laid on me, either. I want to feel that huge prick of yours in me."
He groaned as she began massaging his cock through the front of his pants. His hand moved around behind her and gripped firmly at one of her fleshy asscheeks. She sobbed a little, bit her lip in stark arousal and started rubbing her body erotically against his.
She could feel her nipples stirring the hair on his broad chest. Her nipples hardened until she wondered if it were possible for her to poke holes in the man's chest. His gold chains tangled up in her dress, tearing it, but she no longer cared. All that ran through her was lust.
"Fuck me now! Fuck me here, in the parking lot!"
Desire flared in Eleanor as bright as the desert sun. The idea of the man fucking her out here, cloaked only by the thin veil of night, turned her on even more. She might be seen Fucking this stud! There might be an entire audience coming out of the disco to watch them get it on!
She was both appalled by the idea and turned on more than she ever had been in her life. To be seen fucking! What would her mother think?
And that caused her cunt to overflow, and the frothy fuck-juices dribbled down the tender insides of her legs.
"I need it in me! Fucking me! Don't wait . . . I need your cock so much it's driving me crazy!"
Her hands squeezed imploringly at his cock. Fumbling, the woman succeeded in getting his zipper down. His prick snapped to rigid attention, as eager as a racehorse in the starting gate. She could hardly get her hand around it. Never had she dreamed of a cock this huge!
And he was going to fuck her tiny cunt!
"Shit, baby, you're just what the doctor ordered. You're the kind of sex-hungry bitch that makes it worthwhile coming to a scumbag joint like this. You know what you want and you know who can give it to you." He moved his body in a seductive up-and-down motion.
It drove Eleanor crazy with lust.
She hiked up her skirt and exposed her bare ass for any who wanted to see. Cars rushed by in the street less than a hundred feet away. People came and went through the side door of the disco. But no one noticed. Or if they did, they didn't pause to watch the sexy show.
The man pushed her backwards, and she felt cold metal under her naked ass. He had shoved her onto the trunk of a car. She felt her cuntjuice leaking onto the metal, warming it. Her legs spread almost of their own volition so that he could move into position and fuck the living shit out of her.
Legs up, her skirt hiked up around her waist, she wantonly exposed her cunt to him. She couldn't take her eyes off the gleaming stalk of his monstrous prick. His cock pulsed with the slow beat of his heart. As she watched, the jerking motion became faster. She was heating him up, making his heart beat heavily with lust. The idea that she was still lusted after made her own arousal soar until the lightest touch would get her off.
When he stepped forward and rammed his cock into her cunt-flesh, the purpled knob lightly brushing her turgid cuntlips, it sent her soaring into a sexual orbit that promised even more to come.
"God, you're a real hot one!" he panted, surprised at how easily she got off. "You're gonna be a hell of a lot of fun. . . I can see that!"
"Don't talk," she urged, "fuck! Fuck me good. Give my hungry little cunt all the cock it can handle!"
She reached down and grabbed the thick stalk of his hard-on. She tugged at it, guiding it directly between the lips of her pussy. Her cunt throbbed at the feel of his prick, and she came again when the head entered her hole.
"Here it comes, baby. . . whether you want it or not!"
He slammed hard into her.
She screamed, the pain rocketing through her entire body. His prick stretched her cunt to the breaking point. Never had she felt such a huge cock in her tiny slit. But the pain rapidly died and was replaced by even greater excitement.
"Fuck me good! I need it! Feed me all the prick I can stand!"
The dirty words sent her pulse racing. She had to have more. Her tits heaved up and down. The cool wind blowing through the parking lot reminded her constantly that they were in a public place and might be seen at any instant.
She fantasized what it would be like-the cops coming up in a cruiser, shining their bright light on the fucking couple, then barking out a command to stop. But she wouldn't stop fucking. She wouldn't be able to. She was too lost in the throes of passion.
The idea of being seen by cops made her come again.
"Shill" grunted the man with his prick buried all the way up her steamy cunt. "You're gonna mash that fucker flat. But I'm not going to let you. I'll wear out your cunt first!"
He tried to live up to his boast. He pulled back, his prick making an obscene sucking noise as he did so. The fit between his prickhead and the walls of her pussy was so tight, it formed a vacuum of her pussy-hole. She thought he was going to pull her insides out with his cock.
As he rammed back in, she locked her heels behind his ass. She loved the feel of that tight, hairy ass moving smoothly as he fucked her. His cock built up the friction in her cunt, and the cool breeze caressing her tits mingled with the man's hot panting breath. Everything worked to turn her on.
She tried to hold back her orgasm as long as possible. She felt greedy, almost miserly. The intense feelings were so rare these days, she wanted to keep them and release her lust in one huge flood.
It didn't work that way. The cock trying to split her apart was too potent. It brought her off repeatedly in a series of gut-wrenching, passionate comes.
"Oh! Oh! Oooohhhh!" she screamed as she came.
She thrashed around, impaled on the long pole of the man's hard-on. She could feel it moving powerfully in and out of her clinging cunt. Every single contour was hers to examine as she desired.
The thick blue vein on the top of his cock pulsed faster and faster. The entire head of his prick grew in size until she was sure it would tear her delicate cunt apart.
The man was no longer using slow, steady strokes in his fucking. He rammed in and pulled out as fast as he could. She could feel his hairy balls slapping against her upturned ass.
The feel of his cock and balls brought her off again!
She was totally lost in the wonderland of her own body. The delicious sensations she had sought for so long filled her and burst upon her brain with an intensity that threatened to consume her.
She came and came and came!
Once, her wild thrashing caused his prick to slide from her cunt. But the man hastily stuffed it back in, and it was even tighter against her cuntwalls than before.
She climaxed again!
When his cock pulsed wildly and began to throb with a virile lust that wasn't to be denied, she knew it was almost over. She fought to hold back her own come until he spewed his sticky jism into her waiting cunthole. When he spewed out his cum, hot and exciting into her pussy, she reined enough to feel the most intense orgasm of her life.
And then it was all over.
His prick melted like an icicle in the sun and dribbled from her cunt. The man's jizz leaked from her pussy and dripped onto the trunk of the car. She jumped down, not knowing what to say to the man.
Eleanor needn't have worried. He smiled, kissed her cheek and went back into the disco without another word.
As she straightened her dress and followed him in, she exhaled heavily and said under her breath, "Wow! It was everything Vicki promised."
It was everything the blonde woman had promised except for one thing-Eleanor was still homier than hell.
Chapter Four
"Whew!" said Vicki to her friend. "I've just had one hell of a fun time! See that guy out there, the one burning up the dance floor?"
Eleanor settled herself down on the hard chair gingerly. Her cunt ached from taking that huge prick. But it was a good soreness, and she wanted to feel that delightful sensation again-and again and again.
"Sure, who could miss him?"
"He took me to the men's John and ate me out!"
Eleanor studied the man with new interest. He danced sinuously, moving with the beat of the music as if he were a snake. But she wanted to tell Vicki all about her own encounter out in the parking lot while it was still fresh in her mind.
"The guy I went outside with . . . " she started.
But Vicki had already gotten to her feet and cut in on the man. They danced wildly, leaving Eleanor feeling a little dejected about the whole trip. She wanted to share her erotic experience. It was so different from anything else she had ever done in her life that it marked a drastic change in her way of thinking about herself, fucking-everything.
Eleanor leaned back, content for the moment to revel in the warm glow radiating from her pussy. That had been one hell of a fuck! The possibility of being seen had added more to the fucking than she'd have thought possible.
She had known for some time she got off on the threat of discovery while fucking, but she had no real proof it was a real turn-on for her until tonight.
She crossed her legs, allowing her naked pussy to show to any man who might happen to look. No one approached her, and she didn't see Max anywhere-she wouldn't mind a second bout with him. But that didn't seem to be in the code governing behavior in a disco. One fuck per chick per night, and she had already used up hers for the night. The men seemed to be leaving her alone. It was as if Max had somehow branded her as his property-and then split.
Eleanor watched her friend out on the floor and grew hornier and hornier. Vicki moved well and flaunted her natural charms. Her tits bobbed up and down, and the woman pressed closer and closer to her partner until they both left the floor arm in arm.
It was instantly apparent to even a casual observer what they were going to do.
Eleanor felt her pussy begin to churn as she imagined the man fucking Vicki. She wished she could watch. She had a strong streak of voyeur in her. To see a man stuffing his prick into Vicki's blonde pussy would be worth any amount of risk.
But that still did nothing for her own horniness. Since the men seemed to be leaving her alone, Eleanor calmly studied the prospective crowd and finally singled out a man sitting alone at the end of the bar. He saw her naked pussy as she re-crossed her legs in the other direction. She knew he was hat for her, but he didn't make a move.
"The hell with this!" she said to herself. She went over to the man, laid a cool hand on his shoulder and asked, "How about it?"
The man jumped a foot.
"Well, sure, I guess so," he said. He didn't quite stammer but he came close. "Not usual for such a pretty woman to ask me to dance."
"Who said anything about dancing?" she asked boldly.
She felt as if she was living out one of her fantasies. She had often wondered what it would be like to aggressively pursue a man. With Jack, it had been different. He had been the one calling the shots from the beginning. And he still did, even though it was boring her to death.
She felt her power over this man surge through her veins, adding to her horniness. She moved closer and started stroking his arm. It felt muscular enough for her. Aid the way his pants Were tented told her that he was hot for her, too.
"You mean it?"
"Of course I do. You're an attractive man, and I think I'm an attractive woman. Don't you agree?"
She pulled her shoulders back a little and straightened up, making her tits stick out prominently. She twitched a little, waggling her ass in time 'to the music. There was no mistaking the erotic content of her motion. She started thrusting her hips forward in wanton invitation.
The man didn't know where to look. The way her tits moved captured his attention, but her swaying hips offered so much more. And her hand moving on his arm worked down to his crotch and started massaging the lump there.
"Up under my skirt. Feel me up," she ordered, almost panting in excitement.
The music filled the air, and she felt dizzy with anticipation. She almost came when the man's hand found naked flesh and started moving up her satiny smooth thigh.
By the time be got to her cunt, it was flooded with her pussy-juice. She crammed her twat down onto his hand and twitched back and forth. She felt his finger slip easily between her swollen cuntlips and surge all the way up her pussy-hole.
His impaling finger was delightful, but she wanted more.
"Come on," she urged. "Let's find a place where we can get to know each other better."
She had no idea where she was going as she led him through the crowd. They ended up in front of the men's john. She dimly remembered the few words Vicki had said about the guy eating her out in there. If Vicki could do it, so could Eleanor!
"Here?" the man said weakly. "Look, we can go to my place. It's not twenty minutes away and..."
"And nothing," she said. "I'm horny here and now! Do you want to take the chance I won't be ready for you in twenty minutes?"
He pushed her through the door.
Inside, he fumbled to lock the door behind them. While he was doing it, she ran his zipper down the track with a metallic hiss and groped inside to find his prick.
"Damn jockey shorts!" she muttered. "But I found what I wanted!"
Proudly, she pulled his prick free and watched as the plum-tipped giant bobbed and danced in front of the man's groin. It seemed to beat to the faint sounds of the music coming through the restroom door.
"What are you going to do?" he asked, looking down at the top of her brunette head.
His hands went to stroke the hair back from her forehead, and he was startled by the lusting gaze she gave his prick. It was as if she had been on a deserted island for twenty years and had never had a man before. Her sexual appetites were running away with her good sense.
"I'm going to suck on that scrumptious prick!" she cried.
And she did. She dived forward, her lips seeking out the very tip of his prick. Soft red lips caressed his cock before she started using her tongue. The woman hadn't had all that much practice giving head, but she was a good listener. She had heard the others in her bridge set talking and had a good idea what to do.
To hell with Jack if he didn't want her going down on him! She'd find men who would appreciate her talents!
His cock was so tasty she had trouble controlling herself. She knew she had to pace it and build up slowly, sucking and kissing and licking a little and then increasing the carnal doses until the man was literally hopping from one foot to the other.
But his cock was so hard and virile against her lips and tongue she couldn't hold back. She gobbled his entire cock and tried to deep-throat him.
The man yelped in surprise and fell heavily against the door. His legs had gone wide for support and he simply stared down at the woman. His prick vanished between her red lips. He felt the head of his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth before going past her tonsils and into the tightness of her throat. Every time she swallowed, her throat would squeeze and stimulate the most sensitive portion of his prick.
"Lady," he gasped, "you're too much! I don't know how much of this I can take before! come!"
She felt his prick growing. Her tongue cradled his cock, but couldn't move seductively against it as she wanted. Puffing her head back allowed his cock to slide from her throat. Air gushed back into her lungs. She had been on the point of choking on his prick, but it had been so different she had felt her cunt boiling and churning lustily!
"You're so big!" she said admiringly.
The man swelled, both in pride and in his prick. She wondered if he might be about ready to come. A tiny clear drop of pre-cum beaded on the tip of his prick. She quickly licked it off. The bluer taste made her mouth water.
She wanted more-and she was going to get it! As long as she cradled his balls in the palm of one hand, he wasn't going to run away from her. She realized she'd frightened him with the intensity of her lust. To hell with that! She wanted to suck cock, and this prick was convenient. Let him simply relax and enjoy it.
The brunette tried to drive the tip of her pointy pink tongue down his piss-slit. She knew it wasn't possible, but just trying increased her desires to the breaking point. By the time she started face fucking herself with his cock, she was ready to come.
She shivered through a delightful orgasm and never stopped giving head.
"God, lady, you suck like a vacuum cleaner! I never felt anything like it before. It . . . it's great! Don't stop!"
He placed his hands on the back of her head and pulled her face down hard into his crotch. His balls churned and lurched and threatened to explode at any second, but he was going to enjoy this to the fullest while he could.
Eleanor was panting harshly now, aroused to the point where the slightest touch on her pussy would get her off. While she continued to hold his balls in one hand, she reached down with her other and found her tiny cut. Pressing a finger against the swollen bud was all it took to come. She sucked in her breath and moaned loudly as she fingered herself to one orgasm after another.
The man's hips seemed to go berserk. He thrust forward, trying to sink his cock balls-deep in her face. She wasn't able to take it nil the way downher throat again, so she used her teeth. Her hard teeth aroused him by raking along the entire length of his throbbingly alive cock. Her tongue flew over every square inch of his prick to ease any pain she might have caused, and then she repeated the entire sequence.
Over and over he rammed into her face, his balls bouncing off her chin. She sucked so hard that her cheeks went hollow from the effort.
And then came the torrential outpouring of his jism.
She had never tasted a man's cum before. For an instant she felt revulsion. And then the salty, tangy flavor aroused new passions inside her trim body.
As the creamy jism gushed into her mouth and over her taste buds, she kept her finger working hard on her cit. She came and came and came. Her entire world spun around.
When his prick began to go limp, she delicately kissed it and licked it clean of every last drop of delicious jizz.
"Shit, lady, I never seen a broad like you. You pick me up and then you suck me off in the men's room. God! This has been one hell of a night! The friend who told me this was a swinging place wasn't lying!"
"Now it's your turn to get me off," she said.
"What?"
"Get me off... with your mouth, since this thing is useless."
She gave his deflated prick a little flip. She jumped up and moved to the washbasin. Propping her feet against the doorframe and the urinal, she spread herself wide open for him and pulled up her skirt.
Her cunt gleamed in the dim light. The thick juices leaking from between her cuntlips sparkled.
"You want me to eat you out? Lady, you're out of your skull!"
"Yes!" she agreed. "I'm crazy with lust for your mouth on my cunt! Eat my pussy, damn it!"
She almost fell from her precarious perch. The man steadied her. And as he did so, she reached past him and unlocked the deadbolt on the door. They were in public now. Anyone walking in would find a live sex show in progress.
The thrill of being discovered with a man's mouth pressed hotly to her cunt made Eleanor weak all over. She had to have the man's tongue fucking in and out of her pussy or she would simply die!
"Eat my cunt!"
"Goddamn!" he said, but he obeyed. Dropping to his knees, he moved forward and tentatively licked at her cunt.
"Not that way, asshole!" she cried. "Do it right! Eat me good! Tongue-fuck me! Drive that tongue in and out of my pussy like you were fucking me with your goddamn cock!"
Her fingers laced through the man's thick hair and kept his head exactly where she needed it the most. His hot breath gusted through the tangled jungle of her cuntal bush and stroked across her erect cut. The movement of his lips against that tiny spire of sensitive flesh got her off. She cried out and almost fell off the washbasin again.
Bracing her feet better, she continued to ram her cunt into the man's face.
Eleanor didn't know how long that continued, but she got all the cunt sucking she could handle. And even more exciting was the way the door to the john had started to open. She was sure they were going to be caught. A thrill of illicit sex blasted through her, giving her another intense come.
She didn't know what had happened. Had the man coming through been stopped by someone outside-perhaps to dance again? Or had he heard the lewd sucking and licking sounds coming from the john and decided to let them finish? She didn't know, but the potential of discovery left her weak and helpless.
"God, can I stop?" the man asked. "My jaws are getting tired."
"Keep eating!" she ordered.
The power she had over him added to her excitement, but soon enough even this faded and she realized they would have to get out of the men's room.
It was a weak and shaking Eleanor who rejoined Vicki at the table near the dance floor.
Chapter Five
"I hardly believed it all happened, Eleanor," said Vicki.
They were sitting at Eleanor's dining room table drinking coffee. The events of the prior night still burned fresh and bright in both women's minds, and they felt the need to unburden themselves.
"I know what you mean," said the brunette, studying her friend. She wondered if she could really be honest about the way she felt. She decided she could. "... look, Vicki, last night was super in some ways, but I don't think I liked it all that much."
"What?" exclaimed Vicki. "How can you say that? You told me that wonderful hunk fucked you out in the parking lot and then you and the other guy went into the John and you sucked him off before he ate your cunt out. How can you say you didn't enjoy that?"
"I did-at the time. Looking back, I think it's all pretty sordid. I needed to get my rocks off, sure, but not that way. I don't want to go back tonight."
Vicki drank some more coffee and then smiled. "You're braver than I am, Eleanor. I thought it was tacky, too, but I would have gone back because I was the one who started all this. Picking up men that way is exciting when you think about it-but not when you actually do it."
"I'm too much of a romantic to dig it much," admitted Eleanor. "But I'm still bored with Jack. Maybe divorce is the answer. I can't help but wonder what it would be like having Max in my bed every night. He was a real man! Virile, lusty... he could fuck with the best of them. And his prick! God, I thought I'd die when be rammed it up my pussy. My cunt still aches!"
She idly rubbed her jeans-clad snatch, remembering what it was like having the man fucking her, The way his prick filled her to overflowing thrilled her. His cock was bigger than any she had ever even heard of. Max could have been a porno star easily-he had the size and the staying power.
But she slowly came to realize it would get boring with Max, too. No single man was able to satisfy the demon of desire eating at her pussy. She had been turned on last night by Max-sure-but the idea of having another guy immediately after him was the big kick.
The more men she had fucking her, the better sex seemed.
And that just wasn't possible in a marriage. Women didn't marry more than one man at a time. Till death do us part is a hell of a long time, she thought. And it could bean eternity when you're fucking in the same old way, over and over.
"What should we do about our problem?" asked Vicki. "I'm still sick and tired of Frank. He used to want to experiment with different positions. Lately he's been working so hard and long I thought he might be sticking it to another woman. You should see that gorgeous secretary he has!"
"Was he fucking her?" asked Eleanor, breathless.
The very idea of adultery was coming to make her cunt wet. She had cheated on her husband for the first time, and it excited her. Hearing of a cheating husband oddly produced the same wet feeling in her crotch.
"Nope," said Vicki disgustedly. "If he had been, I could understand why he is always too tired or lackluster when he does want to fuck. He has been working. He's up for a big promotion and thinks all this extra work will get it for him. Hell, I don't care if he stays where he is as long as we can have a happy sex life." She sighed and poured herself another cup of coffee.
"It seems like it's up to us to tend to ourselves." Eleanor began toying with the idea of asking Vicky if she might want a little woman-to-woman action. In her own fantasies, the idea of fucking around with another woman thrilled her, but she didn't know if it was something she really wanted to do or just an idea that was forbidden and therefore a turn-on.
"Goddamn, look at the mailman," sighed Vicki, pointing across the street. "Isn't that about the most handsome guy you ever saw?"
Eleanor would have agreed if she'd been able to speak. Her fingers had crept under the waistband of her jeans to find the erect little spire of her cut. She avidly fingered herself, feeling the passions build in her trim, lithe body. The sight of the sexy mailman got her hot faster than ever before.
He wasn't handsome in a movie-star sort of way, but his virile build and weight made him a commanding figure. Eleanor came when she saw the ugly scar crossing the man's cheek. Somehow, that scar made him all the more desirable.
"Why haven't I ever seen him before?" asked Vicki, her own hand hidden under her short skirt.
"Hess new," said Eleanor. "He has to be. I would have noticed him before."
She dragged in a huge lungful of air to recover from her come. The idea of having that man inside her house-inside her I made her come again.
Something snapped in the woman's head. It had been sordid going to the disco because that was premeditated. They had plotted and planned and dressed specially to get a man to fuck them. It didn't matter that the men had been there for the sole purpose of finding a chick willing to fuck. But seducing the mailman didn't fit into that category at all.
He was fair game, and Eleanor was in her home territory. She hadn't gone looking for him. He had come to her!
"I think I need to talk to him," she said, her voice distant.
Like a zombie, she got up from the table and hurried to the door, where the mailman was in the process of delivering a few bills.
Hi," be said.
She couldn't take her eyes off that scar. Something about it drove her wild with lust. It spoke of barroom fights or some injury while working as a dock-hand or sailor or-millions of dark, secret, exciting things!
"You're new on the route," she said. "I would have noticed you if you had been around before."
"Just started yesterday," he said. "But why would you have noticed? Most men on this route never even see the folks in their houses."
"I'm a collector."
"Stamp collector?"
"No, I collect men-like you."
Eleanor was shocked at herself. Shocked and surprised and turned on so strongly she couldn't keep the wet spot on her jeans from spreading like wildfire. It had been small to start, but as her pussy churned with desire, the spot grew to half dollar size. Now it would take the palm of her hand to cover the damp patch.
"I don't understand," he said, understanding fully.
She glanced past the mail pouch he carried. The bulge growing in his pants told the real story. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
"Why don't you come in? We can talk about it."
He glanced nervously up and down the street and mumbled, "I've got to deliver the mail. Rain and darkness and all that, you know."
"Come in, please," she said, her voice soft and enticing and sexy.
She contrived to get her blouse unbuttoned one more button without seeming obvious about it. He stared down at the white expanse of her tits, already threatening to fall out of the thin blouse she wore. He could see her nipples springing erect with desire. It was instantly obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.
"I'm not wearing any panties, either," she said, so low even she could hardly hear it.
He dropped the mailbag just inside her from door and entered. The latch on the front toot snapped abut with finality.
A rush of anxiety at what she'd done hit Eleanor, but it was instantly killed by the man's deft passionate kisses.
He tried to drown her with kisses. His mouth moved relentlessly against hers, his tongue demanding and getting attention. Their darting pink tongues played hide and seek, rushing from one mouth to the other. When he slowly began caressing her tongue with his, she came.
He held her in strong arms, almost breaking her back. And she loved it. She had to have those strong arms crushing her, making her believe she was safe and loved and able to take all he could give.
Her hands fumbled at his zipper. She managed to run it down the metal track. Inside his pants was a boner that her fingers could hardly get around. She wasted no time in pulling his cock out to where she could look at it.
"It's beautiful!" she gasped. "So huge! I want it in me! I want you fucking me with it!"
He said nothing. Masculine and powerful, he knew what she wanted and was able to give it to her. He was going to fuck her right there in the entryway!
She felt the coldness of the tile floor on her back and her ass as he pressed her down with his weight. Strong fingers undid the snap on her jeans. She arched up to allow him to strip the garment from her slender legs.
"Goddamn!" he exclaimed. "You weren't lying, were you? You don't have any panties on!"
"I wanted to be ready for you!"
She spread her legs wantonly for him. She wanted to feel his cock enter her strongly, drive all the way up her hungering cunt. Nothing else in the world mattered-not even the possibility that Jack might come in on them and see what his previously faithful wife was doing.
The idea that Jack might see her fucking the mailman made Eleanor even hotter and hornier.
"Fuck me now!" she cried at the top of her lungs.
She had to feel that huge cock of his dragging along the walls of her juicy twat. Nothing less would turn her into a real woman.
Her legs locked around the man's waist. She never knew exactly what happened, but they were turning over in the hallway. Eleanor ended up on top, his mighty prick jutting into her cunt. She gazed down at him but didn't hesitate. Taking his cock firmly in hand she guided, it out of her cunt. Shivering with expectation, she paused before ramming her hips down around the huge spike of cockhead again.
"Do it!" he urged. "God, my balls are burning! Get my cock into that pussy of yours, or I'll cream all over the place!"
His prick danced and bucked with virile lust. She didn't wait for more encouragement. She needed that cock pressing hotly into her cunt too much for that. The woman positioned the prick so it aimed directly up at the ceiling, moved her cunt so that the lips lewdly kissed the end of his Fuck-stick, then simply reined.
Gravity did all the work. She screamed as her cunt took his cock full-length. She thought it would rip her apart, it was so big. But the juices leaking from her twat greased the pole as it entered her.
She placed her hands on the man's chest, then lifted her hips enough to allow the prick to slide easily from her clinging cunt. The suction formed in her pussy brought her off again. Her hips went berserk and she almost allowed the raging hard-on to escape her inner cuntlips.
"H-how do you do it?" he moaned. "God, you have cunt muscles! You're giving my cock a real workout!"
She could barely hear the man's voice. The pounding of her own pulse filled her head. Besides, speaking wasn't important now. All that really counted was the way his prick stretched her tight little cunt to the breaking point. And she had to have more of that-lots more!
She dropped back down, grinding her hips at his. The feel of the cock in her tightly clinging cunt rewarded her effort. The feel of his thick cock bush brushing her cuntlips and clit brought her off. She gasped and felt the rush of her fuck-fluids around the thick plug of cock in her pussy.
He groaned, too, hardly able to keep from coming with her. But both of them wanted him to use the iron control he possessed to extend their enjoyment.
He fucked her slowly at first, then with more power and speed. He drove the huge cock in and out of her pussy with merciless determination. Her entire cunt came alive, burning with the friction of fucking.
She felt her tits rising and falling with every movement. Jack had never allowed her to get on top. She reveled in the feeling of freedom, of power, and envied her husband. This was how he felt all the time. But she would cheat him! She would experience the fullest measure of desire with another man!
The brunette tossed her head. She felt lusty. She felt horny. She felt her cunt fill and empty of that deliciously mighty cock over and over. Soon, even that motion wasn't enough for her, but she was the one controlling the fucking. If she didn't like it, she had only herself to blame.
Eleanor changed her tactics. She would still rise until only the thick crown of his cock remained inside her tenderly fluttering pink cuntlips. But as she plunged back down, taking his cock full-length into her cunt, she would twist from side to side.
She was literally screwing herself down the man's erection.
By the time she smashed into his crotch, her cunt was flaming with new desire. The woman continued twisting from side to side. This caused his cock to rotate in the tight confines of her cunt. Tensing up all her muscles, she clamped down firmly on his prick. The way the man bucked and hunched upward, trying to sink even deeper into the heated swamp of her pussy, brought the woman off with a mind-searing orgasm.
The way her pussy convulsed as she came robbed the man of his jism. Her strong cunt-muscles milked his prick, teased his balls and made him spill his precious jism into her heaving cunt. They bucked and thrust together, trying to get his cock even deeper than it already was.
Eleanor's hips humped wildly as the man's ass lifted higher and higher off the floor, driving his cock as far into her cunt as any man had ever gone.
All too soon, the ecstasy of their fucking was over.
"Shit, lady, they told me this was a rough route to handle. I thought they meant it was too long to finish in a day. I see now they meant there are horny broads like you along the way!"
"Are you going to ask for another route?" she asked.
"Hell, no!"
Eleanor looked up and saw Vicki standing in the doorway, her fingers stroking her vivid, blushing pink cuntlips. The woman had been spying on them while they fucked, masturbating herself.
Eleanor felt guilty about not inviting Vicki to join in-but not too guilty. She had enjoyed the mailman's prick far too much to ever feel really guilty.
Chapter Six
"I swear it's true, Cassie," said Vicki. "I watched. I even masturbated while I watched them fucking on the hill floor!"
The other woman in the bridge club hardly knew if they should believe Vicki or not. She had one hell of an imagination and usually gave them the best thrill with her wild fantasies. But her voice carried a conviction this time that made them think it could be true.
"Eleanor, is she making this up?" asked the dark-haired Mn. "I can't believe you would do something like that!"
"I did," said Eleanor, blushing at the thought. Then she straightened up. "I did it! And I enjoyed it!" It took incredible courage for her to admit that she had enjoyed fucking the mailman. "He was so strong and virile. And that scar! I almost come from just thinking about it."
She had never asked the man how he had gotten the scar. That would take away from the mystery, the allure. He had probably been in a car accident or something even less romantic. She preferred to think he. had gotten it in a fight over a lady-an elegant, beautiful French woman in Paris. Or perhaps he had been in Hong Kong and been caught up in the middle of a Tong war. Or any of a dozen other ways that lent excitement to her dull housewife's existence.
The others around the table simply stared. Eleanor basked in the attention. They thought she might be lying. They thought Vicki might be making it up, but they weren't sure.
But Eleanor knew. The warmth from the fucking still reminded her of that huge boner and how it had made her come totally alive if only for a few minutes. She wouldn't have traded that for anything in. the world!
And the idea that she'd had an audience made the memory all the more potent. Vicki had been watching and getting off on it. Eleanor's mind turned the entire scene over and over, examining every possible aspect of it. What would the man have done if she had asked Vicki to come over and sit on his face so he could eat her out while she was fucking herself on his prick? She didn't know, but it would have been fun finding out.
The idea of making it with a man and having Vicki as a co-conspirator in the fucking turned her on in a way entirely new to her. She had never been into the idea of group sex. But wasn't that about what fantasizing fucking in front of an audience was? The only' real difference was that the audience joined in the fun and did more than just watch.
Her tits rose and fell more heavily as she thought of all four members of her bridge club joining in a group-grope. Lovely Vicki with the blonde hair and trim body would make an erotic sex partner for any man-or woman. Cassie's brilliant red hair and probing green eyes would add a sparkle of color. Eleanor couldn't help wondering if Cassie's bush was the same color. And Mara! She was easily the most beautiful one of them all. Her raven-black hair and trim body, firm tits and womanly hips-she could pleasure any man. It seemed such a loss that her husband, Its, didn't appreciate her more.
It was a waste of femininity that all their husbands didn't realize what they were missing out on by driving them out of their heads with frustration. Not a one of the women had a happy sex-life with her husband. Eleanor had discovered that she was bolder than she'd ever thought possible with men and could take her pleasure when and where it was offered.
"I fucked him and I liked it." She made it a statement and not a challenge.
This convinced the others that Eleanor wasn't putting them on. An excited rush of questions almost overwhelmed her. She had to answer them slowly, one at a tune.
Finally: "I'll show you all how. easy it is. Men want the same thing we want. All you have to do is find the right one."
"I sure picked a clunker of a man," sighed Cassie. "But then, I guess we all did."
"I've certainly tried everything I could to get Les interested in some good fucking again," said Mara. "Nothing's worked."
Eleanor shook her head. If Mara turned on the charm, she didn't know how any man could resist for long. Les wasn't the hermit type, either. But marriage did that. That was why they were all so horny and uptight much of-the time. They just weren't getting enough to keep them happy.
"Let's go to the shopping center. I'm certain we'll be able to find a man there.
"Sure, Eleanor," said Vicki, "there are men all around. But what good'll that do any of us?"
"I'll show you how to get a man," Eleanor said more confidently than she really felt.
She had to show them that she wasn't lying about the mailman by fucking a man almost in public. A shopping center seemed the best to her. Just the idea of getting a man to fuck her there made her hot and itching in the pussy.
In the shopping center, the four wandered up and down, window shopping, swapping gossip and keeping their eyes open for likely men. They all studied the crotches and tight perky asses, but it did nothing for them except build up their desires to the point where they were ready to rip off their clothes and rape someone.
"You said you'd show us how to get rid of our horny feelings. Hell, I'm randier by the second," complained Cassie.
"Don't sweat it. If Eleanor says she can do it, she can," said 'Vicki.
Eleanor looked into a furniture store and saw two young men, hardly out of their teens, standing and looking bored. This was perfect. Two studs just waiting for something interesting to come by, beds all over the place, and the possibility of being discovered by other customers who might come into the store after they'd begun fucking.
Eleanor got hot just thinking about the situation.
"Who'll join me in fucking those two?" she asked.
"I will," said Cassie, almost breathless. "God, the shorter one looks so much like my brother! I always wanted to fuck my brother, but he always put me down and wouldn't take me seriously."
This was perfect. It added the right element of spice to the prospective fucking for the other woman to get her into the spirit.
"You two watch out-or just watch," said Eleanor. "Come along, Cassie, and let me show you how normal men are."
The two women walked boldly into the store. The way the two clerks perked up and smiled winningly told the women that they were halfway to their goal.
"What can we do for you lovely ladies today?" said the taller of the two.
"We've decided we want to look at beds. Large ones."
"Right this way," said the shorter of the two.
Some sort of magnetic attraction pulled him in Cassie's direction. That was fine with Eleanor. She wanted to see how good a fuck the taller one was.
They went to the back of the store. Once, Eleanor looked over her shoulder to see Vicki and Mara trailing along, eyes wide in approval. That spurred her on to be even bolder.
"What we really want is a bed large enough for four," Eleanor said.
"At the same time?"
"Sure, why not? You're a sophisticated young man, aren't you?" she asked.
He smiled and studied her. She basked in his admiration. When she saw the way his cock was straining to pop free of his pants, she knew that everything was going to work out just fine.
"Sure, the four of us," said Cassie, moving closer to the man who looked so much like her brother. She rubbed up against him like a cat rubbing against a piece of furniture.
"How's this big round one?"
"Looks sort of small to me," said Eleanor. "Why don't we lie down on it, Cassie, and see."
They lay side by side in the huge bed, but Cassie shook her head, sending spills of golden red hair in wild disarray around her shoulders.
"It's much too small for four."
"You're kidding," said the taller man. "It's roomy enough for six if you wanted to get that many in one bed."
"Too small," agreed Eleanor. "Come on over and lie down here. We'll show you."
The two men exchanged glances, then smiled slyly. Their cocks were no doubt paining them. This was the perfect way of relieving their tension. So what if they were discovered? The worst that could happen to them was being fired. And it looked like it would be worth it if they could really fuck two such pretty women.
"There's plenty of room," said one man, "as long as all you want to do is just lie here. I don't know if there'd be enough room for more active pursuits."
"Let's find out," said Eleanor, her voice already husky with the promise of a good fucking.
The man didn't answer verbally. He let his hands roam across Eleanor's shoulders, down her arms and over to the huge mounds of titflesh lurking under her blouse. When she shoved her chest forward to get even more of her jugs into the palms of his hands, he knew he had her pegged right.
"Fondle my tits good," she breathed heavily. "I love it when a real man does that."
She wiggled closer, her tits tumbling out of her blouse and rubbing naked and needy against his hand. He immediately took one cherry-red nipple between thumb and forefinger and began rolling the tiny bead of erectile flesh around in a tiny circle.
"No," she said, "suck my tits. Don't just fondle them, suck them as hard as you can!"
He moved over, his weight causing the springs of the bed to protest slightly. Eleanor rolled onto her back so that she could see what else was going on.
The four of them were on the bed in the semi-secluded area in the back of the furniture store. Cassie's eyes were clamped tightly shut in joy as the man with her started licking and sampling her ample tits. His destination was obvious as his agile tongue flashed between her knockers, leaving a saliva trail behind as he worked lower and lower. By the time he got to her cuntal bush, Cassie was thrashing wound on the bed, lost in the throes of fantasy.
"Keep going!" Eleanor urged her man. "I love having your lips and tongue and teeth on my boobs."
She arched her back and tried to ram her entire tit into his mouth. The man opened his mouth a little and allowed about half of her snowy white tit in.
His tongue raced around the coppery disc surrounding her nipple, stimulating and teasing. When be began to suck, Eleanor almost lost her mind. She cried out in pleasure, her entire body as taut as a guitar string.
"Don't eat my pussy," she protested as the man started moving down the trim plane of her belly. "I want your cock. I'm ready for it. Feel and see if I'm not!"
She pulled his hand to her cunt. Juices leaked out of her cuntlips and drenched his hand.
"Goddamn, I knew this was going to be a dynamite day when I came to work! But I didn't think it would be this good!"
"It'll get even better-for both of us!" she promised.
The man's hand explored her cunt until she got off. His middle finger drove in and out other tight cunthole until she was writhing in mindless ecstasy.
But no finger could match the wondrous feel of a real man's prick in her tight fuck-tunnel.
The idea that she and Cassie were both in bed with two clerks in a public place made Eleanor sob and moan even louder. She couldn't control her body. The excitement hit her like a sledgehammer blow to her pussy.
She came and came!
The man's finger doubled in size. He added a second and a third fucking finger up her cunt. At the same time, he managed to stimulate her clit to the point where she was reduced to a quivering blob on the huge bed. She shuddered and sobbed and cried out in abject delight.
"Fuck me good!" she demanded. "I want to feel that goddamn fucking cock of yours all the way up my cunt. Give it all to me!"
She tugged hard at the man's hard-on, bodily dragging him toward her inviting pussy. The man had two choices-he could let her yank his cock out by the roots or he could oblige her and fuck her cross-eyed.
He decided the latter would be the most fun for all concerned.
"You wanted this, so here it is!" he tried, rolling on top of her.
The feel of his body crushing her firmly into the bed pushed her lust to the breaking point. This was the way Jack always fucked her, but this was different.
Everything was different-excitingly so!
He rammed forward, her hand guiding him directly between the dewy lips of her pussy. He spread her cunt and plowed on into her. She felt his cock deeper up her pussy than any man had em lucked. The woman opened her eyes and tried to focus. Somehow the clerk had gotten one of her legs up and over his shoulder. This spread her enticingly open to his hard-fucking prick and allowed his cock even deeper entry into her well-greased pussy.
She didn't know what was happening. Her mind refused to concentrate on anything but the joyous bliss spreading through her body like wildfire. The warmth puddled in her belly, then exploded up her spine. She arched and began to thrash around, screaming as she came.
"Not so loud," he panted, not wanting any casual customer to see what was going on.
But the woman was too lost in the glory of her orgasm to hear him. She screwed out her passions, her leg over his shoulder adding to her arousal.
Eleanor came again when she felt wet sucking lips on her nipple. She looked down and saw a gorgeous red cascade of hair falling all over her creamy tits.
Cassie what are you doing?" she managed to gasp.
The feel of the cock up her cunt kept her breathless, on edge, almost ready to climax again. The added stimulus of the woman sucking on her nipples was almost more than her tender body could stand.
"Love to do this. Never done it before," the red haired woman said. "Wondered if I would like it. Always did in my fantasies. God, you have tasty nipples! And they're so tight and hard!"
The woman stopped talking and went back to licking and caressing Eleanor's jugs. Eleanor saw that Cassie was on her hands and knees. This allowed her to hungrily devour the scrumptious mounds of titflesh. And behind the redhead was the other clerk, holding her waist, fucking in and out of her from behind.
"You . . . you're being fucked like a bitch in heat!" exclaimed Eleanor.
She didn't hear the answer. Everything came crashing in on her again in a teeth-rattling orgasm. She was getting her tits sucked by one of her friends while the clerk continued to fuck her with long, strong strokes. She could hear lewd squishing noises coming from her cunt. The woman knew she was juicy, but the sounds added to her arousal.
Everything built her up for another come. The feel of the cock reaming her out sent burning lances of desire into her belly. Molten lust spread from there throughout her loins. And again an electric orgasm blasted up her spine to blow her mind apart.
Eleanor tried to keep her eyes open this time. Sex-dazed though she was, she saw Vicki and Man standing nearby, obscene grins on their faces. They were getting off almost as much as she was, just by watching. They were actually applauding her performance!
Eleanor came again!
The four on the bed continued to roll around, stroking and gripping whatever they could find that would add to their pleasure. The brunette woman succeeded in finding Cassie's cut. She stroked up and down on the erect little spire until Cassie shook repeatedly with orgasm.
Eleanor added to her own delight when she moved back a little along the woman's cuntal gash and found her cunthole filled with cock. Every time the man stroked forward, Eleanor would run her fingers up Cassie's cuntlips. This made it seem as if the woman's cunt was closing in on his prick.
The man fucking Cassie gulped but kept fucking. Eleanor smiled. She loved the feeling of power she bad. Her groping fingers worked even farther back until she found his dangling balls. Cradling them in the palm of her hand, she bounced them around, feeling the lurching and tumbling of the balls trapped inside his hairy sac. The heavy stew of his balls demanded to be released.
As he grunted and began pumping his fiery cum into Cassie's eager cunt, the man shoved forward hard.
Cassie collapsed onto Eleanor's chest, her mouth sucking and chewing on one of the hard buttons of nipple.
Eleanor wasn't able to hold back her own come. She didn't even try.
Everything was too intense for her. The man fucking her tight pussy had speeded up, and friction between cock and cunt burned through her. The warmth lit hidden fuses and set off the powder keg of her desire. As her powerful cunt-muscles clamped down on the buried length of cock drilling deeper and deeper into her pussy, she felt the first tremors signaling the man's readiness to come.
"No, no!" she pleaded. "Don't come yet! Fuck longer! I want to fuck all day long. I need it soooo!"
Her pleading fell on deaf ears, for the man's body had taken control. He slammed harder and harder into her softly yielding cunt. And then his prick blew apart like a stick of dynamite. She came as she felt the swift rush of his pearly white jizz into her cunt. He whitewashed her convulsing pussywalls and then went limp.
Cassie continued to suckle her tits for a few more minutes, but her man had gone limp, too. They were four sweaty, tired people in the middle of a huge bed.
"I guess you were right," said Eleanor to the clerk idly stroking the insides of her thighs.
"About what?"
"About there being enough room for four on the bed. But I have another question."
"What?"
"Is there room for six?"
"Six?"
The man turned in surprise and saw Vicki and Mara for the rust time. He gasped in astonishment when he realized the pair had been watching every intimate detail of the fucking.
Chapter Seven
"Oh, God, don't turn us in to the boss," stammered the one clerk. "it's not like you think-honest. It's just that
"It's just that you were so horny and smitten by these young ladies' charms that you couldn't wait until you got off work," accused Vicki. "Whatever should we do, Mara? After all, we've been horrified by the sight of all those naked bodies writhing around."
The two clerks began to squirm more and more, trying to think of ways to keep Mara and Vicki from turning them in. They knew it would be impossible to ever get a job in town if it got out they were caught fucking a couple of customers. Na business would ever hire them.
"Don't be so hard on them," pleaded Eleanor, getting into the spirit of the thing, knowing what Vicki and Mara really wanted. "Perhaps we can work out a trade. As I see it, this wasn't entirely their fault."
"No, honest, it wasn't!" protested the shorter of the two clerks.
He hastily batted away Cassie's hand as she began fondling his balls and limp prick. He tried to stuff his cock back into his pants, but her hand got in the way. The man flushed a vivid red and settled down to fend off the sexually aroused woman.
"A likely story," snorted Mara. "But I might be persuaded to forget all about this. I just might
"We'll do anything you want," the other clerk blurted out. "We... we'll give you a twenty percent discount on anything in the store. We're not supposed to but we will. Just don't tell our boss about this."
"Twenty percent?" mused Vicki. Finally, as if she had come to a conclusion, she said, "That's not good enough."
Eleanor loved the panicked looks on both men's faces. She could almost read their minds. They were thinking of giving away whatever Mara and Vicky wanted, then paying for it out of their skimpy paychecks.
Before either of the men could say a word, Eleanor cut in: "Maybe these two ladies would be willing to trade-silence for cock!"
Both men jumped as if stuck by lightning. The slow light of understanding dawned, and the men realized that Vicki and Mara weren't standing where they had been by accident. They had come in with Eleanor and Cassie.
"You're all in this together," accused one of the clerks.
"Sure," Cassie said, looping her arms around his neck and pulling his face down to properly kiss him. "And I'll bet that you're man enough to take us all on at one time."
"Not just me," the clerk said hastily. "Maybe both of us, but not just He never got a chance to finish. Vicki and Mara had jumped onto the huge bed, stripping their clothes off as they came.
Eleanor watched in fascination. Naked arms and naked legs and naked cocks and naked pussies all tangled together in an erotic pile. She rolled to one side of the bed, then stood.
Someone had to make sure they weren't seen. They could end up in jail for this public orgy.
Besides wanting to get away from the sweaty bodies for a few minutes, this gave her a chance to live out another of her many fantasies. Jack had always put her down when she told him she enjoyed watching porno flicks and seeing a good looking guy fucking a lovely woman. She knew she had a strong voyeuristic streak in her that had always been suppressed.
She could live it out to the hilt now. Seeing they five people-two men and the three women-struggling passionately on the bed turning her on in a big way. Her hand drifted down to her naked pussy. She rammed two fingers in to the knuckles and began masturbating.
Vicki had gone down on the shorter clerk, sucking hard to get his prick up to its former size and hardness. Cassie was helping her.
Eleanor guessed that the red-haired woman was still thinking bow much this clerk looked like her brother. Incest was a big turn-on for her, and she sucked his balls avidly as Vicki worked on his limp prick.
The man moaned softly and spun over so that he could lie flat on his back. With two such eager and lovely women sucking on him, he hadn't the strength to do anything else. He felt Vicki's tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, probing and trying to dive all the way down his piss-slit. Every time she tried to take that route down to his balls. be came up off the bed in sheer arousal.
Cassie's mouth engulfed his balls. The limp little sac containing his nuts was batted around by the tip of her tongue until he struggled to escape her sweet oral tortures. But she wasn't about to let him go. She followed his hips as he swung from side to side.
Caressing and stroking the hairy sac with her tongue turned Cassie on almost as much as it did the man. She closed her eyes and reveled in the musky scent in her nostrils. The man's bush tickled her nose and made her want to sneeze, but she held that back. She had to feel those balls tumbling in lust inside his sac. Only then could he get an erection that would feel super racing all the way up her hot cunt again.
"Goddamn, you two are wearing me out, not getting me hard!" the man protested.
Neither of the women seemed to hear. Eleanor watched and doubted that the man was telling the truth. She could see the involuntary jerks of his prick. In less than a minute of the dual sucking by her two friends, the man had a full-fledged hard-on again.
Vicki fastened her mouth to the end of his prick like a barnacle to a ship's bull. She licked and sucked until her cheeks went hollow from the strain. The more suction she applied, the more she lifted the man's hips off the bed. This helped Cassie get in to his dangling little sac containing his balls. The redhead moved around so she could get between the man's widespread legs, her mouth never allowing his balls to slip free. She teased and tormented him until the sac tightened up. She felt the boiling jism locked inside begin to strain and beg for release, and she knew she had done her job well.
But another woman's mouth as clamped firmly over the purpled crown of his cock. She couldn't get her cunt around that fuck-stick as long as Vicki continued to give the man head.
"Hey, move it, sister. I want to give him some real pleasure!"
"Balls!" cried Vicki, momentarily surrendering the end of the cock. "I was here first. Besides, he already fucked you. Let me have some fun!"
"Why don't you both suck him off together?" Eleanor suggested.
The idea made her so hot she almost came just suggesting it. The image of the two women with their mouths on his prick at the same time was almost more than she could stand. Her fingers worked in and out of her creamy twat, fingerfucking herself until she was perched on the brink of orgasm.
"We can share. . . "said Vicki reluctantly.
And then they both warmed to the idea. Vicki got on one side of his mighty bludgeon of cock, her lips encircling the huge girth. Cassie got on the other side, her lips meeting Vicki's. The two women kissed passionately, the man's prick in both of their mouths.
The man began a slow movement of his hips, fucking his cock in and out of the artificial cunt formed by their lips. Eleanor saw this and couldn't stand it any more. She came.
Eleanor wasn't satisfied with the intensity of her orgasm. She looked around, still panting, and found a brass bed next to the huge round one on which the other five fucked and sucked. She moved quickly to the foot of the bed and found a good sized brass knob jutting up. She could get her fingers around it with no effort. The sight of her own cuntjuice on the brass ball gave her the idea of jumping onto the bed and spreading her legs wide enough to take it all. When she began bouncing up and down on the bed, she felt a real turn-on. The ball worked in and out of her pussy unlike any cock she had ever felt!
It was cold and unyielding against her juiced-up, tender cuntwalls. But that only added to her desire. A man would wear out eventually and spurt his cum into her cunt. The brass ball on the foot of the bed would never show such human weakness. As long as she could fuck, it would stay stiff and satisfying inside her pussy.
"Ungh... unhhh... ohhhhh!" she screeched as she came.
The springs on the bed squeaked, but she barely heard them. She was too, lost in the wonderland of her own senses.
Now and then she would open her eyes and watch what was happening on the big round bed next to her. She couldn't follow the action among Cassie, Vicki and their captive, but she could see perfectly what was happening with dark-baked Mara and the taller clerk.
Mara's agile fingers were stroking and working on the man's prick as she sucked at one of his nipples. Her tongue swirled up spires of hair from his chest as she worked from one nipple to the other. While Eleanor figured a man's nipples weren't anywhere near as sensitive as a woman's, it seemed to be enough of a turn-on for the man to get another hard-on. His cock pulsed and throbbed with virile lust in the lovely woman's hand.
As soon as his cock was hard enough for her, Mara spun around and faced away from the man. She edged back, her hands between her legs so she could guide his prick into her needy pussy. Eleanor could see her pink scalloped inner cunt lips lewdly kiss the man's prick. The entire picture was framed by the dark fleecy fur of Mara's bush.
The woman lowered herself, pulling hard on the man's cock to get it into just the right position. Both man and woman moaned softly as his cock shot all the way into her humid little slot.
"You're too big for me!" sobbed Mara. "I never felt a cock so big. You'll tear me up inside."
But she wasn't moving to get away from his cock. If anything,, she was trying to ram her cunt down around the impaling spike of his meaty cock even farther. She rocked from side to side as if this would help her accommodate the prick in her wet pussy.
"You . . . you're too tight!" the man gasped. "This is going to be one hell of a fine fuck. Get that ass of yours moving!"
He reached over and ran. his finger, up Mara's asshole. She jumped, the movement causing his prick to slip from her tightly clutching cunt. But the man was able to control her so that his cock wouldn't slide entirely free. His finger curled inside her tight asshole and he pulled her back down the instant before she would have bucked free of his cock.
"Ummm, I can't take it!" sobbed Mara over and over.
Eleanor watched in fascination as a flush rose to the lovely woman's tits, then rushed upward to her shoulders. Mara came hard, her hips bucking and hunching down to get as much of the prick into her as possible.
The man used his finger up her asshole like a small prick. He started butt-fucking her with it. The lewd squishing noise from his cock racing in and out of her cunt was only slightly louder than the sounds created by this finger-fucking of Mara's tightest passage.
Watching and fucking herself on the brass ball drove Eleanor to the point of frustration again. She loved watching what was happening on the round bed, and the brass ball wasn't going to give up before she wore herself out. But it wasn't warm and hard like a real cock. She wanted a man's prick fucking her, not some metallic ball.
But she seemed to be out of luck. Vicki and Cassie continued to mouth and lick and kiss the one clerk's cock. There wasn't any room for an outsider to come in and squat over that one. And Man had the other man's prick fully engaged.
Eleanor suddenly realized it wouldn't have to be a man's prick inside her needy cunt. She could stand a good tongue-lashing. She left the one man to Vicki and Cassie. The one Mara so expertly fucked was gasping like a fish out of water. He was perfect for what she had in mind.
The brunette went to the bed and jumped upon it. None of the people engaged in their mini-orgy even noticed. She stepped over the man's body and lowered her pussy to within tonguing range. When he sniffed and got a good whiff of aroused cunt, he opened his eyes.
"God-flicking-damn, what is this?" he exclaimed.
"Another horny woman wanting her pussy attended to by an expert. Are you up to it, stud?"
She knew he was when she felt his rough pink tongue stroke the entire length of her cuntlips. He teased and tormented her puffed-up pussy-lips until her knees turned weak and rubbery. She had to brace herself against the wall to keep from collapsing onto his face. She didn't want to suffocate him before his knowing tongue got her off at least a dozen times!
Eleanor lost count of the times she came. The man was expert at eating pussy. He knew all the right places to brush with his tongue, teasing and fluttering but not lingering for long.
He shoved his tongue between her turgid cuntlips and stroked only the edges. Knives of sharp sensation stabbed her pussy every time he wiggled his tongue. When he came to the top of her cuntlips, he paused for some time, sucking and tonguing her cut.
She came repeatedly until she felt like a human machine gun.
By the time she drifted down from her intense orgasms, she felt him beginning to suck on her cunt. He pulled out every single drop of her tasty, slightly acrid fuck-juices.
Then be started tongue-fucking her in earnest.
He reamed her out good. His clever tongue touched every single inch of her cunt, slipping by her fluttery inner pussy-lips to rub passionately her cuntwalls themselves.
Eleanor jammed her eyes shut and floated in a world of total sexual arousal.
Even as the man creamed in Mara's eagerly awaiting pussy, be managed to keep his tongue slithering in and out of Eleanor's cunt. The women didn't know how he did it-and she didn't care. He got her off in ways that Jack never had. That was all that mattered.
She had been bored before coming to this store. She was only aching and hollow inside when she left.
Chapter Eight
"I didn't think I would ever do a thing like that! Honestly!" exclaimed Cassie, sitting comfortably in a stuffed chair in Eleanor's front room. "I can't imagine that we all did!"
"It was fun, though," said Mara, idly rubbing her pussy-mound. "Goddamn, that clerk had a huge prick! I was afraid he would rip me apart-and I was almost afraid he wouldn't"
They all laughed. Eleanor wondered how far they would actually go. The thrill of possible discovery had sparked her interest in fucking the clerks. And she had quickly joined in. She wasn't like that normally, she was sedate, staid, even conservative.
She heaved a big sigh. Being bored with the way Jack fucked had certainly changed her. And she wasn't sure if it was change for the better. If they kept going like they were, all of them would land in jail on morals charges. She wasn't sure if any of their husbands would feel like balling them out if they heard what they'd been busted for.
"What's wrong, Eleanor?" asked Vicki. "You look glum. Me, I couldn't be happier. That was the most fun I've had in ages and ages! Why, I'd never have tried a thing like that if you hadn't urged me to."
"That's what bothers me. It isn't like me to be the leader in anything, much less something sexual."
"We all grow up. Maybe we're doing that," suggested Man.
"We can get ourselves into hot water fast if we keep fucking every clerk we come across."
Eleanor sighed again. She loved the warm glow inside her pussy. Sure, she ached from the fucking she had gotten from that monstrous cock, but the cunt sucking had soothed that and replaced it with a peaceful feeling unlike any she had felt in more years than she could remember. It might have been like this once with her, every time she and Jack had fucked-maybe. She could no longer tell.
"You want us to give up on all that fun? Why, Eleanor, this is a liberated age!" cried Cassie. "We're liberated women. We can do as we please. And don't forget, we wouldn't be looking for cock other than our dear hubbies, unless we had been driven to it by frustration. Hell, none of us were getting enough. We sure as hell did today, though!"
"It's all fun now because it's new and different. What happens when the thrill wears off?" asked Eleanor, disturbed at the feelings in her own body.
She didn't think she could control herself any more. She was running wild, turning into a nymphomaniac. The possibility didn't thrill her at all.
"So we find newer and better kicks, but I can't imagine what they would be. Christ, fucking in public-almost-is enough of a turn-on for me to last the rest of my life!" said Vicki.
"We're junkies," said Eleanor, arguing against herself and knowing it. "We've got to stop."
"Stop?" the others chorused. "No way!"
Eleanor realized she had created not only a demon of lust in her own loins, but monsters not easily pleasured in the other women as well. They had tasted what it was like to have all the cock they. could handle, and it was too good to pass up. It wasn't possible for them to go back to the dreary in-out fucking their husbands dished out and called screwing.
"Shit, look at that!" called out Cassie, staring out the front window. "That is what I call a prime stud! Who is he?"
Eleanor glanced out and felt her resolve weakening. She hadn't wanted any more to do with picking up men and seducing them. But this young stud had figured prominently in her fantasies for some time.
"That's Billy Mason. He lives three houses down. I think he's a senior in high school."
"He's so athletic. Look at the way he walks."
"Look at the bulge at his crotch! I'll bet he's a sex-athlete. Imagine getting him into the sack and fucking all night long. I bet you couldn't tire him out at all!"
"No more than you could a stallion."
Eleanor hated herself for what she found herself doing. It was wrong, illegal, definitely immoral. Not only was she cheating on her husband, she was going to involve an innocent youth in her depraved sexual scheme.
She went to the door and yelled out, "Billy! Oh, Billy! Could you come in for a second? I'd like to talk with you." Eleanor turned and looked at the surprised faces of the other three. "Better get into the dining room if you want to watch."
They quickly moved to obey: They weren't going to pass up the chance of seeing this young buck in action. Each of them wanted a try at him, and if Eleanor faltered at any point, they would be more than willing to offer their hot bodies to the blond youth.
"Hi, Mrs. Jackson. What can I do for you?"
Eleanor had to bite her lip to keep from answering directly. Just standing in front of her did plenty to her emotions. She felt her pussy beginning to drool obscenely.
"Come on in. I wanted to talk to you about . . . uh . . . about cutting our lawn this summer. It's such a chore and I thought you might want to pick up a few extra dollars."
"Sure," be said, brushing by her as he entered.
She couldn't keep her hands away from his crotch as he went by. She gave his cock a loving squeeze.
The surprised look on the youth's face was almost worth the risk she'd taken.
"Uhh.. . . exactly what was it you wanted to talk to me about, Mrs. Jackson? I got a lot of homework to do and.
"And you want to know if this is going to b worth your while, is that it?"
She eyed him appreciatively. The youth was strong and young, and she guessed he could fuck like a bull elephant once he was aroused. And she knew it wouldn't take long. He was a lusty-looking lad, and she was horny, and that was all they really needed to get it on in a big way.
"I think it might be worthwhile," he said, eyeing her jutting tits and the womanly ass waggling gently as she swayed across the room.
She knew he was getting turned on but she wanted him hooked. She needed that cock of his. As much as she hated herself while she was doing it, she found this little sex-game incredibly stimulating.
Eleanor didn't like the idea of cheating on Jack, but, damn it, it was all his fault she was reduced to seducing local teenagers!
If I'm supposed to trim the shrubs and bushes, I'd like to see them first," the youth said.
He sounded coal and sophisticated, but the sweat beading his upper lip and the way his hand trembled slightly told the story.
Eleanor loved the power she felt she had over him. She said nothing as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall open. Her tits poked out as she moved, giving tantalizing bold glimpses of her snow-white boobs and the ruddy nipples capping them. Then she undid the snap on her dress and wiggled her hips enough to move it down.
The top of her cuntal bush poked over the waistband of her skirt. She held it so that about an inch of her fleecy pussy-mound was uncovered.
"See any bush you want to poke around in?"
"Oh, God!" was all the youth said.
The mound in the front of his jeans grew rapidly until she wondered why it didn't just rip through the denim. The size of that cock could be enough to pleasure an elephant, she thought.
"But I don't want you fucking around with something like a little pussy," she said, hardly knowing what she was saying. "How about getting a piece of ass-real ass?"
She turned, let her skirt fall to a pile around her ankles and bent over the table. Her naked ass gleamed in the light. She rotated it around for him to get a full view. If he hadn't gotten enough from that, she made sure he did by reaching back, grabbing her rounded asscheeks and pulling them apart to expose her asshole.
"Fuck it!" she ordered. "I want to feel your prick driving all the way up into my guts. I want you to butt-fuck me!"
Her words thrilled her strangely. She and Jack had never ass-fucked. The idea of him stuffing his prick up her tightest hole was both scary and a real turn-on. She had hinted at it once, and Jack had flatly turned her down. It was about equal in his mind to eating her out. If he couldn't fuck by simply sticking his cock up her pussy and running it in and out, he didn't want to do it. And he always insisted on the missionary position.
"You want me to cornhole you?" the teenager exclaimed incredulously. "I've never done a thing like that."
"You'll love it! Now get that sweet fucking prick of yours into me, or I might change my mind."
Eleanor didn't tell him that the lightest touch was likely to act her off.
He moved in behind her and hesitantly took her asscheeks in his hands. The feel of his prick moving downward to the bottom of that humid tight canyon caused her to come.
She felt his hard, heavy cock pressing hotly into her aroused meaty buttocks. And when he lightly touched the puckered ring of her whole with his cock, she came again.
"Fuck me fast! Ram it all in! Shove it into my asshole until I can't take any more! But do it fast and hard and brutal. Hurt me.. . oh, sweet Jesus, I want it to hurt!"
He tried buggering her with his ungreased cock, but the fleshy head refused to enter her whole. The pink ring of her shitter clamped down hard. It had to be coaxed, and he had no idea how to do it. Without even knowing what she was doing, Eleanor reached out and found the butter dish on the table. She pulled the lid off and shoved the entire stick of butter between her asscheeks. The slimy, gooey butter melted rapidly from her body heat and dribbled down over her asshole and the youth's prick.
"Now you're greased. Fuck in hard! Don't worry about hurting me... I want it so bad!"
This time he did get into her shit-chute. He didn't fuck in fast and hard like she wanted, but the pain was still there. He increased the pressure until the little muscle of her anal sphincter reined and gave up the fight. He sank balls-deep up her shitter.
"God!" he gasped. "You're too tight! I . . . I'll come too soon!"
"Don't you dare!" she threatened. "I want my ass properly fucked. And you can do it . . . so fuck it!"
He moved his prick in a small circular motion as if his cock was nothing more than a spoon in a mixing bowl.
Eleanor thought she would pass out from the delight the youth was generating inside her. She tensed and relaxed her inner muscles to get the fullest effect from his huge prick.
She could trace the contours on the prick perfectly. The crown on the end of his fuck-stick felt like an arrowhead ramming into her bunghole. She felt the throbbing big blue vein on the top of his cock and the many smaller veins on the sides of the shaft. His balls swung against her cuntlips and drove her out of her mind.
She came when he started pulling back out of her clinging interior.
The lewd smacking noise as he broke the vacuum he had created in her bowels made her come again. Everything about having this lusty stud fucking her made her more and more excited.
And when the brunette opened her eyes and saw all three of her friends in the doorway leading to the kitchen, she came again. She had quite an audience watching the performance. The idea of fucking in front of people had always been a favorite fantasy of hers. It turned out to be an even more potent aphrodisiac when she acted it out for real.
"Slam it into me! Give me every single goddamn inch of that pecker! I need it . . . need it!"
"Mrs. Jackson, you don't know how close I am to shooting my wad. That asshole of yours damn near crushed me. You're too small, too tight!"
His words thrilled her. The feel of his hands stroking the smooth half-moons of her asscheeks thrilled her. The idea that her friends were studying every single thrust, every stroke, every reaction, thrilled her. She came again, harder than before.
The bucking motion caused her hips to shoot back, and she felt his cock surge all the way into her guts. The pain rocketing through belly and up her spine caused her to moan. But the pain generated pleasure. She didn't understand it. The woman found it increasingly difficult to keep the two separate. But if she couldn't tell pleasure from pain-and was getting a sexual kick out of it-why bother trying to sort it all out?
She simply rode the waves of ecstasy flooding her body. His thick stalk of cock drilled mercilessly into her soft asshole. Strong fingers gripped the pliant flash of her ass and tried to tear those meaty slabs from her body. She could hear the frenzied gasping of the teenager as he fucked repeatedly into her seething hot asshole.
The friction of the fucking rapidly burned away what lubrication there was from her tortured shitter. But Eleanor was too caught up in the butt-fucking to want to pour more of the greasy yellow butter over his prick. She could take the pain-she was getting off on it.
"More . . . faster . . . more!" she sobbed.
She fell forward onto the dining room table and pressed her tits firmly against the wood. Rubbing back and forth made her boobs swell with the added stimulation. She could feel her heart throbbing strongly under her left tit. That nipple swelled and threatened to pop at any second.
But when the youth reached around her waist and shoved one of his fingers up her cunt, Eleanor couldn't hold back any longer. The flood gates of her lust were flung open, and she drowned in orgasm after orgasm.
He continued to diddle her cut, finger-fuck her cunt, smear her cuntjuice all over her snatch as he drove his prick in and out of her asshole. She had never been more aroused in her life. Everything was going perfectly for her.
Everything was perfect, that is, until she realized that it couldn't last forever. The virile cock expertly fucking her butt had begun to swell. In only a few seconds it would spew out the creamy load of cum locked up in the youth's balls.
"No, please... god damn it, no! You can't come yet. Don't do this to meeee!"
She felt his cock grow even larger as more and more excited blood hammered into it. The youth lost his smooth fucking rhythm and his hips took control. He jabbed and moaned and shoved with ragged strokes into her ass now. And then came the sweet torturing rush of his white-hot jism. She got off on that, but as she sank to the table top, pressing her tits flat, Eleanor knew that she would rather have felt that cock fucking her the rest of the afternoon.
An expert lover could have controlled himself. She had gotten a well-hung teenager-sure-but he was too excited by the prospect of butt-fucking. She was, too, but she didn't have to keep control like he did for both of them to fully enjoy it.
"Golly, Mrs. Jackson, I'm sorry. God, am I! I wanted to hang on, but my balls got to burning and paining me so bad, I couldn't. Honest, I couldn't!"
"Don't worry about it, Billy," she said.
Eleanor blinked twice and saw the lewdly grinning faces of her friends in the doorway. She wondered what the youth would have thought if he'd known they were watching every second of this buggery.
"I'll make it up to you some way-honest!"
"Do you mean that, Billy?"
"Sure, Mrs. Jackson. Anything I can do, I will."
"I see you with Randy Stevens a lot."
"Randy, Randy?" he laughed. "Sure, he's my best friend. In fact, he's waiting for me right now over at my place."
"Get him. Bring him over for a little . . . fun. Do you think he would like that?"
"I know he would!"
The teenager raced from the house, still zipping up, to get his friend and bring him back.
Eleanor looked up at her friends and smiled, then winked. She had had her fun. Now it was their turn.
Chapter Nine
"And this is Randy," said Billy somewhat self-consciously. He seemed afraid that Eleanor would deny everything that had happened before and make him out to be a complete fool.
Eleanor looked over Randy and decided he was just what the doctor ordered. He wasn't as heavily muscled as Billy, but he had the look of a teenager who knew the score-perhaps better than his friend.
"Are you both up for this?" she asked, enjoying the nervous foot-shifting and the guilty looks between them.
"I'd like to hear what it is you want, Mrs. Jackson," said Randy.
She smiled. He was a cagey one. Let her do the talking and see if Billy had lied to him or not.
"I'm homier than hell. Billy helped me out earlier by butt-fucking me. Now that I've rested, I find that I'm still hornier than hell. And I would like both of you to help me out."
"At the same time?" asked Billy, his voice filled with awe. "I've never done that before."
"You've never fucked anyone but Ruth before, dummy," snorted Randy.
This confirmed what Eleanor had thought-Randy was the sexually experienced one. But that prick on Billy! It was a real pussy pleaser-or in her case, a real ass-reamer.
"No arguing, boys. Are you game to give it a go? Anything I want?"
"Sure!"
"You bet!"
"Very well. Sit down and get those lovely pricks out where I can suck on them. I want both of them in my mouth at the same time!"
The teenagers exchanged looks as if this wasn't quite what they had in mind, but again it was Randy who took the lead. He immediately dropped his pants and kicked them away.
"Give me a damn good blowjob, bitch. I want your mouth all over my cock!"
His words sent shivers racing up and down Eleanor's spine. He understood. The boy was sophisticated beyond his years. He had taken one look at her and decided that she got off on hearing dirty words, so long forbidden to her. Not even Jack would mouth them while they were hacking. Her husband fucked in almost complete silence when she needed encouragement, fucking words and the moans and sighs of total arousal to spur her on.
She dropped to her knees and popped Randy's limp cock into her mouth. She felt if begin to stiffen almost immediately. Her tongue raced around the crown, teasing and coaxing the entire cock into a pillar of hard cock meat. The feel of the cock as it hardened against her lips made her pussy begin to water, cuntjuice dribbling down her asscheeks. Rocking back on her heels, she drew her mouth up the entire length of the cock.
"Shit, that's great! Keep sucking like that and I'll get off in nothing flat!"
This was the last thing in the world Eleanor wanted. She allowed Randy's cock to slide from her mouth while she kept a firm hold on his balls.
To Billy she said, "Get your cock over here. Now!"
He jumped like a new recruit in basic training. His prick was already stiff and throbbing with lust. She grabbed the shaft of his cock and pulled it into her mouth. Both pricks fit well into her dank oral cavern. Her tongue flitted from one piss-slit to the other, swirling and stimulating as much as she could.
Both teenagers were moaning louder now. She tasted a drop of bitter precum and wondered which youth was about ready to spurt out his load. With both of them so firmly lodged in her mouth, she couldn't tell. Her tongue slid under one cockhead and over the other before tracing a reverse pattern on her way back.
This figure eight track caused both of the youths to begin shoving their hips forward, trying to face fuck her. She took every single inch of their pricks that she could.
When her lips felt as if they would rip from the mountainous cylinders of cock driving in and out, she had to back away and take a deep breath.
"You boys are too much for me. I need help." Eleanor turned to the doorway, where she knew her three friends lurked. She called out, "Vicki, Mara... help me out with these young studs, will you?"
The two women didn't have to be asked twice. They came rushing into the room. Eleanor felt both teenagers' pricks jerk in surprise at the entrance of two more hai and horny housewives.
"Goddamn, there's an entire army of them!" exclaimed Billy. "Do we have to fuck the entire neighborhood?
"Just us, stud," said Vicki, grabbing hold of the only convenient handle she could find-his prick.
"Ummmm... God, watch it, will you? I don't want to end up castrated," he protested.
"You wouldn't want your cock broken off in a hot clinging cunt like mine?"
Vicki rocked back and hiked up her skirt. She had taken off her panties. Revealing her fleecy blonde-rimmed pussy to the youth almost caused him to come. Vicki squeezed hard just behind the head of his prick until his desires were under better control.
"Do you have something equally as good to offer?" asked Randy, not the least bit put off.
Mara smiled wickedly, lifted her short skirt and showed him her black-furred cunt. Tiny dew-drops of pussy-juice dotted the bush and made it shimmer and shine with reflected light.
"I think it's better. And I'll bet you will, too. Try me."
Randy said nothing. His strong arms embraced tiny Mara and carried her to the floor. Her legs drifted apart in wanton invitation to his cock. His hips levered back, got his prick into position, then rammed forward with all the power locked up in his trim, athletic body.
Mara screamed out her lust as his prick was buried balls-deep in her juicy cunt.
Eleanor felt obligated to help out when she saw that Randy's wild fucking wasn't going to please Mara unless the woman could keep her hips lifted off the floor. Eleanor slid a pillow under Mara's heaving pelvis, making sure her ass rested comfortably so that the youth's prick drove straight in.
She turned and watched as Vicki climbed up Billy's body. She was a little surprised at the eagerness her friend showed. She guessed that Vicki had gotten really hot watching, perhaps had even raided the icebox for a cucumber to fuck herself with. Now that she had the pussy-pleaser firmly in hand, she wasn't about to let it go.
Vicki rubbed and moved her pussy against Billy's leg, twining around him like a snake crawling up a tree trunk. She moaned constantly as her cuntlips dragged over his hairy thigh. Leaving a wet trail of pussy-oils behind, she wormed her leg firmly around his waist while keeping her other foot firmly planted on the floor.
Her cunt gaped widely, her inner pussy-lips quivering with anticipation of a huge prick.
"Go on, Billy darling, fuck me good. Drive that spike of yours all the way up until it comes out my mouth. Fuck me good and hard!"
Her arms supported her weight around his neck. The teenager couldn't reach around her body and get his prick into the proper slot. He arched his back a couple times but the effort was futile. His cockhead missed repeatedly.
Eleanor knew that this simply wouldn't do. And she didn't think Vicki should be disturbed from her passionate kissing and licking of the youth's ear.
She reached up and grabbed Billy's balls, stroked up the length of his prick and shoved them directly into the cunthole so eagerly awaking its arrival. Vivid instantly moaned softly, and a flood of cuntjuice came pouring out. Eleanor guessed that her friend had climaxed from only the touch of that prick to her most sensitive flesh.
With Billy firmly berthed in Vicki's hot and ready cunt, Eleanor sat back and watched. She was getting horny watching her two friends fucking like rabbits. It was apparent all they needed was appreciative men. They weren't frigid, by any means. Their husbands had simply been turned off to sex for some reason. Both of the teenagers obviously found the women to be sexually seductive and experienced fucking partners.
"So what do we do? Just sit on our thumbs?" Eleanor turned and saw Cassie looking despondent. She knew that she had been forgetting something. It had been her third spying friend. All this time, Cassie had been watching and not doing anything to help get her rocks off.
Eleanor started to say they were just out of luck, then she had a bright idea. She had helped along Vicki and Billy. Why shouldn't she and Cassie help out both couples?
"How are you on sucking cock?" she asked.
"It's great, but both peckers seem to be taken right now."
She looked longingly at Vicki. They could see the long, hard length of the youth's cock shooting straight up between the trembling pink flaps of Vicki's cuntlips.
"How are you at licking cunts at the same time?"
"What?"
"Let's join in. There's plenty of room. You pick whichever ones you want and I'll take the others. We just sort of add spice to their screwing with our mouths."
"I don't know," the red-haired woman said doubtfully. "I've never even thought of doing something like that."
She had to watch Eleanor get into the swing of things before she decided it was too much fun to pass up.
Eleanor dived right in. The sight of Vicki's pussy being filled by all that lovely fuck-stick was more than she could take without doing something. She moved close to the woman, now standing on one slender leg. Eleanor started licking and kissing the calf of that leg, feeling Vicki's muscles straining just beneath the surface of her smooth skin.
Working her way up, Eleanor knew that her mouth moving on Vicki's leg was turning the woman on even more. The sight and sound and smell of the cock reaming out her tight pussy was doing wondrous things to Eleanor's own cunt. She couldn't wait until she had her mouth over that wait being fucked so strongly by the youthful cock.
"Wit-what's going on?" demanded Vicki.
Eleanor didn't bother to answer. She was too engrossed in getting her mouth into the right position to lick the other woman's pussy-lips. She felt the strong pulsing beat of the woman's heart through the aroused flaps of flesh. The taste of Vicki's cuntjuice was almost more than Eleanor could stand. Her own mouth watered at the savory, salty taste.
She rolled the juice around on her tongue, allowing her taste buds to relish them. When she tired of this, she tried to drive her tongue into Vicki's cunt-with the prick.
"Oh, noooo!" moaned the youth. "I can't handle this. My balls are going to bust any second!"
Eleanor saw the hairy little sac holding his balls begin to tighten up. She knew it wouldn't be too long before he lost control altogether and came. But until then, she was going to get her own rocks off in whatever manner she could.
Her agile tongue didn't quite make it all the way into Vicki's blonde-rimmed cunt. The cock filled up the pussy too much for that. But the excitement she generated told her she was on the right track. Eleanor worked her tongue back along Vicki's perineum, teasing this ridge of flesh until she got to her tightly puckered asshole.
The pink ring of muscle had clamped down firmly. All of Vicki's attention centered on her cunt, being so eagerly fucked by the telephone-pole-thick length of prick. Eleanor decided to change the way the blonde thought about this fucking. Sure, it was nice to home in on the cock, but other sensations could be just as intense.
Her tongue lavished immense care on the ring of Vicki's asshole. The woman sobbed loudly, not even able to form words coherently. Eleanor knew that she was in part responsible for this. Increasing the fervor of her tongue-lashing, the brunette woman stuffed as much of her tongue up Vick's shitter as she could.
She felt Vicki's shit chute clamp down forcefully on her questing pink tongue. Only then did she start tongue-fucking the other woman's butt. The hard ring of muscle surrounding the opening pulsed and throbbed with power, then smashed down hard on her flicking tongue.
Eleanor didn't care. She could feel the excitement welling up inside her friend's body. The cock, the tongue, the closeness of all three added fuel to the flames of lust devouring her body. She came repeatedly. And all the while, she was wracked by the most intense of lustful feelings. Eleanor kept her tongue surging in and out of her asshole.
When her jaws began to tire, Eleanor kissed and licked the smooth curves of the woman's ass. Eventually she came to the dangling balls of the hard fucking youth.
Every stroke he made lifted Vicki up to her toes. This caused his balls to sway slightly between and under their bodies. Eleanor spun around and lifted herself off the floor so she could suck on his precious nuts as he continued to fuck unobstructed.
She felt his balls lurching in their tiny prison. All too soon, the teenager's body convulsed. He arched his back and his balls hardened into a tight little sphere. She knew then that the jism was ready to boil out and into the eagerly awaiting pussy of her friend.
Eleanor saw the youth's prick hammer mercilessly into that juiced-up twat. And then his cock went limp, sliding out of the still convulsing, still coming cunt.
This wasn't a loss for Eleanor-it was a gain. The tangy flood of jism leaking from between Vicki's pink ruffled inner cuntlips was like a gift from the gods. Hungrily, Eleanor sucked and tongued and laved Vicki's cunt clean of every single precious drop of cum.
"Hell, I don't know what we got ourselves into here," said Billy, still panting and breathless from the frantic fucking.
Eleanor only smiled as she licked off a stray drop of the youth's jizz. A quick glance over at Randy and Mara-and Cassie, licking cock and cunt-told her that what he'd gotten into was wonderful for all of them.
Teenagers need willing, knowledgeable fucking partners-and all four of these bored housewives could supply all the tender loving care they could handle.
Chapter Ten
"I feel depressed," said Vicki.
"I always do after a rousing good fuck," said Mara, lounging back on the sofa like a contented feline.
"It's not that," said the blonde woman. "It's the whole scene. Eleanor felt the same way about the disco. We might get caught. What then?"
"Caught by our loving husbands?" snorted Mn. "What would they do? I'm not sure they have the balls to do anything any more, especially after today. God, was that young stud hung!"
"Do you want a divorce from Lea?" asked Eleanor, seeing what Vicki meant.
She had the same nagging feeling. While the fucking had been great, it was the very niceness of it that had added spice. What happened when they got into a rut with fucking all the neighborhood teenagers? Someone would find out. The kids couldn't be expected not to brag about it.
"Hell, no. He's a good provider. But he's a complete zero in bed. I just can't get him turned on anymore."
"But you don't want him to divorce you?" pressed Eleanor.
"No."
"Like I thought. We're in a bind. We love our husbands, in spite of the way they act-or don't act. Maybe we ought to concentrate on getting them fired up rather than just taking care of our own needs."
"I've tried that," said Cassie, "and it didn't amount to much. He got on, rode me for a while, came, then went to sleep. He didn't even bother rolling off. I had to push him over to his side of the bed. What a day!"
"We've done all we could individually. Maybe we should start working together. What happened with those two kids today shows we can work as a team. Why don't we do the same thing with our husbands?"
Eleanor had their attention now. Her mind raced as she formulated her erotic plans. The more she discussed them with her three friends, the more she thought that they might all be successful.
They planned a party for that night.
"I hate these goddamn parties," said Les, grinning at Mara. "Why did you have to drag me along? I have so much work to do, I'll never get caught up.
"A little rest and relaxation won't hurt you." The dark-haired woman uneasily glanced around the room, seeing her friends already there. The party didn't seem to be going too well. The women were bunched over at one side of the room while the men were knotted together by the liquor.
Les didn't answer. Re simply split off and went to join the other three men. Mara sighed and hastened to see what Eleanor had in mind now. After all, this party was her idea.
"Why do parties always break up into tiny clusters of men and women?" asked Vicki. "I've never figured that out."
"They didn't before you were married," said Eleanor. "Only after be was sure of you and the thrill of the chase wasn't there any more did he start leaving you to amuse yourself at parties."
"I guess so," admitted Vivid. "But what are we going to do? Frank hates these things. And he never tires of telling me so."
"He won't hate this one." Eleanor looked at her watch and smiled. "Everyone knows what they're supposed to do?"
Three other heads, nodded. They began drifting toward their husbands just as the lights went out.
"Hey! What the hell?"
"Goddamn power company!"
"Another blackout!"
"Where the fuck are the candles?"
Then there was a short silence, before incoherent babbling.
"Not here, you dumb bitch!" came one strong voice. "Can't you wait till we get home?"
Silence for a moment, then: "You re not oh, my God!"
Eleanor had been keeping her eyes closed as much of the time as possible to prepare for the sudden darkness. She had worked all afternoon fixing the lights in the room so they would all go out at a certain time. The brunette was already homing in on her target-Frank-when the lights went out. She wasn't momentarily blinded like the men were.
She saw exactly what she wanted and went for it. Dropping to her knees, she ran her fingers over his crotch, found his zipper and pulled it down. His limp prick came spilling out in her hot eager hands. She massaged his cock and produced the sudden angry outburst from the man.
When she popped the flaccid cock into her mouth, he realized that she wasn't Vicki. The surprise cause his prick to snap into a full-blown erection in a matter of seconds. Eleanor didn't know if Vicki went down on Frank or not, or if she used some unknown technique, but Frank had known instantly that he was being given a blowjob by someone other than his wife.
His cock tasted wonderful. The male-musk taste made Eleanor's head swim. She gobbled and licked and kissed and couldn't get enough. She even deep throated him, the rubbery tip of his cock bouncing off the roof of her mouth. The woman almost gagged as his huge-tipped prick surged past her tonsils and down into her tight throat. But she managed to keep her nose pressed firmly into his warm, fragrant bush.
She swallowed rapidly a few times, she backed off to get air into her tortured lungs. But she never allowed the cock to slide from her mouth. To her, it was a sacred relic to be cherished above all else.
The very idea of sucking off Vicki's husband had always turned her on. But she could never admit it, not even to herself. She wondered what sort of man could seduce and win and marry a woman as lovely as Vicki. Now she had a firsthand opportunity to find out.
So far, his prick was very nice. Since her own husband didn't allow her to give him head, it was even nicer. But Eleanor guessed there must be more to. Frank than she had discovered. Maybe he was really a great fucker.
She had to find out.
"Fuck me. Here.. . now. I want you so bad I could die!" she groaned, her lips kissing and caressing his prick between words.
"What the fuck's going on here?" he demanded.
The man looked around the now-darkened room and heard nothing but aroused sounds-carnal sounds, unmistakable sounds.
"Are you all out of your heads?"
"I want you fucking me, Frank. I want jo feel this huge prick of yours all the way up my cunt, fucking me, giving me all the pleasure I can stand."
She felt his cock pulse and jerk every time she said one of the forbidden words. This added to her own already great arousal. She didn't know if she could keep her passions in check much longer.
She bounced his balls on the palm of one hand while her other reached between his legs and gripped fiercely at a meaty asscheek. The man's ass was more firmly muscled than her own husband's. It made Eleanor's pussy cream in the most obscene manner possible. She had to have him fucking her.
She had to!
The woman pulled insistently at Frank, dragging him down on top of her. She kept her mouth moving all over his cock and balls-licking, kissing, sucking and stimulating him in whatever way she could.
It worked. The man's resolve faded as he realized he had a horny and willing woman spreading her legs for him. So what if it wasn't his wife? So what if his wife was in the same room? The darkness gave a little anonymity. And wasn't that blonde bitch out there fucking one of the other guys, anyway?
He owed it to himself to see what Eleanor's pussy was like. Hadn't he thought about it enough? lust seeing her huge tits and wiggling ass was enough to give him a hard-on. But she was off limits because she was Jack's wife.
He couldn't be held responsible for something she made him do, could he? So what if he wanted to do it himself?
"Not like this," he said. "I want to fuck you like a bitch in heat. Get on your hands and knees. Now, damn it, now!"
Eleanor quickly obeyed. To be fucked like a dog-the words scared all the way to her brain. She felt her cunt beginning to convulse already. And he hadn't even stuffed that wonderful, long, hard prick in yet!
She biked up her skirt and showed him the gleaming white moons of her ass. The brunette hadn't bothered to wear panties-none of the women had. The sight of those asscheeks thrusting back at his groin caused Frank's cock to stiffen even more. He couldn't remember when he'd felt this turned-on. Usually he was too tired, having worked long hours, playing politics in the office, fighting the traffic, worrying about gasoline shortages and being pissed that he would have to do the whole goddamn rat race over again the next day.
But this!
He grabbed hold of her trim waist and immediately jockeyed for the proper position. He didn't have any trouble at all finding her pussy. She made sure he was right on target by resting the side of her face on the rug and reaching back between her legs to grab his prick.
"Goddamn, woman, you're gonna make me come too soon!" he complained.
The feelings generated in his balls by those questing fingers was almost more than he could stand.
"Use some of that iron control," mocked Eleanor. "I want this to be a good fuck, not something any teenager could give me."
She wondered if the man had an inkling at all that she had spent the afternoon fucking the neighborhood kids. She didn't think so.
The feel of his balls coming to a boil at her fingertips turned her on even more. She was doing it! And Vicki had said that nothing worked in getting Frank aroused. Eleanor would show them all!
And she'd get a nice long fuck out of it.
"Spread those legs wider," die man commanded. "I have to get in, don't I?"
She silently obeyed, thrills of desire racing up her spine. She shoved her ass back into the curve of his groin and rubbed her smooth skin, against his hairy thighs. This was more than she had bargained for, Jack wouldn't fuck her like this-and it was one of her most cherished fantasies.
She wanted to be treated like an animal, to be mounted and fucked like a bitch in heat. Somehow, Frank had figured that out and was giving her everything she could possibly need. Her groping fingers worked over the hairy surface of his nut-sac and found the thick cylinder of his cock. Insistently, she pulled it toward her slobbering cunt.
"Go on and fuck me. Don't worry about foreplay. Goddamn, I'm hotter'n a pistol right now!"
"I'll say," the man groaned.
She had pulled the plum-tipped end of his cock between her cuntlips. The heat seething just inches away in the woman's cunthole threatened to melt his prick to a blob of protoplasm. But he wasn't going to complain. And he certainly wasn't going to spend the rest of the night just sitting there waiting for something to happen.
He made it happen. A swift forward motion of his hips sent his virile prick directly between the woman's cuntlips. His cock wasn't properly greased on the way in. Some friction mounted and threatened to bring them both off. He grunted and concentrated.
It was hard keeping back the fiery tide of his jism. Her fingers continued to play with his balls. His prick was buried to the hilt in a tight, impossibly hot cunt. The velvety smooth walls of her pussy threatened to mash him flat at any instant. He could only moan and rotate his hips, reveling in the divine feelings blasting through his cock.
"Shit," he grunted, "you're hot! I feel like I shoved my cock into a blast furnace. Shit!"
He arched his back and rammed his hips forward. His prick sank another inch up her cunt.
Eleanor almost passed out from the intense pleasure she was getting.
Every single inch of hi prick bucked and throbbed strongly against her cuntwalls. She felt her juice leaking around the thick plug of his cock and down the insides of her thighs. The tickling sensation only heightened her awareness of everything around her. His prick filled her totally, stretching her cuntwalls to the breaking point. The heat from that hard, long hunk of cockmeat built her own desires to the breaking point. Every single beat of his frenzied heart communicated itself to her through her delicate cuntal membranes.
And the brunette could open her eyes and see the dim figures of the others fucking like rabbits. She idly wondered who it was fucking her own husband. Vicki? She doubted it. Cassie? Maybe. If Mara had homed in on Jack, she counted the man as being lucky. Hot, horny Mara was both gorgeous and a good fuck. Eleanor could tell.
Her mind tried to figure out all the possible couplings from a group of four men and four women. The impact of the cock against her cervix rattled her teeth and took her thoughts away from all else but the hard fucking ahead of her.
"Fuck me good. Give it to me hard. I want you to ride me, ride me the best you've ever done!" she begged. "Even break it off in me if you have to. I need it so!"
"You . . . you're gonna get it."
The men's prick began a slow retreat from its tight berth in her cunt. She didn't want it leaving behind that hollowness. She had to stop him. Tightening her cunt-muscles produced a loud groan of pleasure from him. And for a second, she actually stopped his withdrawal. But this didn't last for long. He was stronger than her pussy-walls.
The woman's own fuck-juice also betrayed her. As she became more and more excited, her pussy frothed and. boiled and dribbled out the thick lubricating oil. His prick soaked them up and became slippery. With the power locked in his hips, he was able to pull entirely free of her cunt.
A loud sucking noise sounded as he broke free. The sound aroused the woman like nothing else ever had. She reached back between her legs and found his prick again. She pulled it to her cunt.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He fucked. His hips levered forward and sent his prick racing into her hot cunt-tunnel like a rocket sled on rails. She was suddenly filled with his virile, pulsating prick again. The woman couldn't handle the way her body was responding. The sensations were too intense.
She came.
Eleanor's entire body convulsed and she moaned and started shoving her hips back into the curve of his groin. They fit together like pieces of some erotic picture puzzle. She ground her ass constantly into his groin. She had to get as much of his cock inside-her pussy as possible.
The woman came again, feeling the thick arrowhead of his cockhead spread out even more. The man began corkscrewing in and out of her tightly clutching cunt until she was pushed over the brink of orgasm for still another time.
"More . . . give me more!"
She didn't know what she was saying. Her entire world spun crazily. The blood hammering in her temples made it almost impossible for her to hear. All she knew or cared about was the delight being generated in her pussy by that strong, powerfully fucking cock. She shoved her fingers at her cut, stroking up and down the tiny little spire of sensitive flesh. She got off again. The feelings of the mighty cock digging in and pulling out of her twat was nice. With the delights she produced in her guts by playing with her own cut, she got off repeatedly.
When the brunette thought she wasn't capable of any more response, her body surprised her. She had experienced more climaxes than she had in the previous month, and still the sexual tensions remained in her body. She wasn't drained yet.
The man fucked faster.
The friction of cock against pussy-walls burned her guts. The beat spread like a puddle of molten lead throughout her body, up her spine and exploded in a wild frenzy in her brain.
She came again.
Still the man continued his powerful, single-minded fucking. He drove his spike of hard cock in and out of her with the precision of a fucking machine. He seemed tireless. Through the sex haze in her mind, she wondered how Vicki had ever thought this man incapable of performing properly.
He was one hell oft stud! He was worlds better than Jack! Eleanor wanted the moment to last forever.
He fucked faster.
The increased friction started burning away her cuntjuice. She sobbed and moaned and actually bit the carpet in her mad desire. The passion reached another breaking point in her trim, tender body. With her wits swaying to and fro, her finger working hard at her own cut, she got off still one more time.
"You're crushing me flat. Or you're gonna melt me. Don't know which, but God, it's good!" Frank groaned.
His words turned her on. She was actually pleasuring a man she had been told was an iceberg.
Then she realized how well she had actually turned him on. She felt that wonderful cock begin to swell. The woman was certain it would rip her apart. His cock rushed in and out, the rhythm of fucking slowly turning ragged. She knew that he was losing control and would get his rocks off any second.
"NOOOO!" she screeched, wanting him to fuck more before he came.
It did her no good-a hot rush of jism filled her cunt. Eleanor gasped and together the pair rocked out a mutual orgasm.
When it was all over, Eleanor slid forward and lay face-down on the rug. Sweat poured from her forehead, and she tried to see what was going on in other parts of the room. The lewd sucking and squishing sounds told of mouths tilled with cocks and pussies filled with pricks.
"What's happened to us?" moaned Frank. "I can't believe I just fucked my best friend's wife. And Vicki! Where the hell is my wife?"
The man had just realized that if he were fucking a woman not his wife, then some other man had to be screwing his beautiful blonde woman. The sound of his voice told Eleanor that Frank didn't like the idea one little bit.
She-and all the women-might have some powerful convincing to do. But it had been worth it. Her warm, jizz-filled pussy told her that.
Chapter Eleven
"Don't get so uptight, Frank," she tried to soothe the man. "Didn't you like it with me? You're one hell of a lover," she said, adding a tiny caress with her fingertips on the man's limp prick. "I personally thought it was great!"
"Me, too!" chimed in Vicki, smiling and licking the cum off her lips. She and Mara's husband had been going at it.
Eleanor couldn't help but wonder who Jack had been fucking. The sight of him with his arms around Cassie sent a flare of jealousy raging through her body, then the woman calmed. Hadn't she just been fucking Frank? Who was she to be the least bit jealous? She had been enjoying the thrill of another man's cock fucking her cunt.
Why shouldn't Cassie have the same thrill-with Jack?
Eleanor had to come to grips with her possessive entices. There wasn't any reason at all Cassie and Jack shouldn't have been fucking. And enjoying it! That was what rankled her the most, Eleanor thought. She hadn't been able to get Jack hot and ready for a good fuck, but Cassie had.
"Who started all this?" demanded Frank, glaring at Vicki as if she were the sole instigator.
"I did," said Eleanor quickly. "We women were sick and tired of lousy fucks. You guys weren't giving us what we needed, so we decided to take matters into our own hands."
"You might call it that," said Cassie's husband, Mark, dryly. "Though it appears the matter was taken in more than hand. I'd have to add mouth and pussy to the list."
His comment broke the ice. The men couldn't remain as uptight, and the women managed to laugh nervously.
"So who's hurt? What law did we break?" demanded Eleanor of the men. "Your macho hang-ups might be injured, but you sure performed like we all knew you could. And haven't been," she added viciously.
"You said Jack was a lousy fuck," said Cassie. "He's a dream compared to Mark."
"Well, I don't know about that," Vicki said. "I found him quite a tasty little number."
She licked her lips again and stared boldly at the man before lowering her eyes to his prick. Her intent was obvious. She wanted to suck some more on that manly, tasty fuck-stick.
"Let's not compare too much," said Jack angrily. "What's gone on here was a one-time thing. It won't happen again. I will not share my wife with anyone, even you, Frank."
"Why not?" spoke up Eleanor. "Can't handle it? Aren't you man enough to believe your wife can find another man sexually attractive? Frank's a hell of a good fucker. I enjoyed it when he fucked me. Can't you handle that, Jack?"
"I'll speak with you later," he said sullenly.
"The hell you will! We talk now. This was fun! Admit it! You got your rocks off. Cassie liked it. I'll bet anything in the world you enjoyed it. Why you don't find me as sexually interesting isn't the real question. Right now I just want to find out one thing-did you enjoy fucking Cassie or not?"
The red-haired woman edged closer to Jack, her fingers moving lightly over his cock. He tried to shove her away but she refused to go. She ended up sucking hard on his prick.
"Oh God, what's going on here? Of course I enjoyed it! I got off better than I have in months! It was great, fucking Cassie!"
"I thought so. It appears we've stumbled onto the solution to all our problems," Eleanor said. "What's so wrong with us continuing to share? We're all friends. We get off on each other. Why not continue to share and carry it over into the sex arena, too? We're bored. With so many lovely pricks to choose from, I doubt if any of us women would get too bored too soon."
"At least, if we're going to get bored, we'll really get bored!" said Vicki. "I'd love to get bored with this!" She stroked up and down Mark's cock, making the man move uneasily.
"So go ahead. We're all with you!"
Vicki didn't hesitate. The blonde woman immediately went down on Mark again, her tongue lashing out and stroking the most sensitive portions of his prick.
"God, I'll never get it up again this soon. I m... oh, shit! It's getting hard again. Shit, skit, shit! I never got a second hard-on this fast before. Lady, you're a wizard with that mouth of yours. Keep going!"
His prick jerked and bucked and was soon jutting proudly into the air. The contented look on the man's face told of the best blowjob he'd ever gotten. And he wasn't complaining.
Frank started to complain about his wife giving head to another man, but he wasn't able to say a word.
Mara came over and said boldly, "Frank, I've lusted after your body for years. I want you to fuck me. I want to see how it feels to have your cock shoved all the way up my cunt."
Eleanor almost had to laugh. For all his protests, Frank was turned on by the entire scene. His prick shivered and slowly started hardening, until it was soon a full-fledged fucking tool.
"It's all yours; Mara," said Eleanor wistfully.
She loved the sight of Frank's prick. The man turned her on, too, but she had to share. She had started this and share-and-share-alike seemed the only thing to do.
"I don't want you to go," said Frank suddenly. "I mean, God, you're lovely. The sight of that brunette snatch turns me on in a big way. I . . . I want both of you. You and Mara!"
"Are you man enough?" teased Mara, her fingers stroking up and down the turgid length of his prick. She obviously thought he was, and it turned her on even more.
"Try me!"
Mara jumped into the air, her legs on either side of Frank's body. Her cunt landed down firmly on the man's hard-on as she locked her ankles behind his back.
The suddenness of her move carried him flat onto his back on the floor. She rapidly positioned herself so that his prick was poking straight into the center of her cunthole. The dark-haired woman began fucking herself slowly, with great deliberation. She obviously enjoyed every inch of that throbbing, virile prick entering her pussy.
"Sit on my face, Eleanor," begged Frank. "I want to eat you out. I want to taste your cuntjuice!"
Eleanor settled down gingerly, her pussy-lips spread wide for the man to more easily get his tongue into her cunt. She screamed in surprise when she actually felt his tongue enter her.
She came.
The woman hadn't believed it was possible to get off so quickly from a man's tongue. She tried to figure out why this was so much more arousing for her the whole idea seemed to be working out that other men turned her on. She couldn't possibly be bored with Frank-not like she was with Jack. Being sexually attracted to the man helped, too. She wanted him to fuck her, and he knew all the little things that made fucking him all the more thrilling.
Being eaten out by him added zest to the experience. And Eleanor could watch live sex shows all around her. The sight of Frank's huge prick entering and leaving the hot, clinging berth of Mara's cunt was almost enough by itself to make her come. Mara's swaying tits also made it a big turn-on for her. Eleanor couldn't resist. She had to reach out and grip those dancing boobs.
Hot titflesh pressed into the palms of her hands and excited her even more. Hard, rock-like nipples poked into her palms and made it clear that Mara's arousal was almost total. Eleanor began rotating those mountainous jugs until the other woman sobbed with joy.
Eleanor didn't know if it was the cock reaming out the juicy twat or her own manipulations on the woman's tits, but Mara quickly came. Shudders wracked her trim body, and she almost last the prick from her cunt. She had to reach down and grip it to keep her hips from bucking it up and away.
The man continued to lick and slurp up Eleanor's cunt juice. The brunette started swaying to and Era to give him the idea that while she loved the heat of his tongue on her cuntwalls, she wanted him to explore all over her crotch. He finally tired of tongue-fucking her tight little hole and slithered out. He began to move his tongue toward her asshole. The promise of his tongue all the way up her asshole, where his cock had just been, filled Eleanor with desire.
"Oh, yes . . . yes!" she cried. "Tongue-fuck my asshole! Shove it all the way up my ass!"
A quick, fleeting touch was all she received, though. The man teased her. He promised and then took away the pleasures of his tongue. But she couldn't complain. He slid roughly along the edges of her cuntlips and sought out her clitoris.
When he found it, she went sailing off into the throes of ecstasy. the woman couldn't remember when she had come so hard or for so long. Her teeth rattled from the impact of the orgasm on her slender body. She damped with death-grip on Mara's tits. She felt the pliant flesh flow like putty between her fingers. The more she squeezed, the more joy Mara got out of it.
The man's tongue continued to stroke up and down her erect cut, but the first gust of orgasm had passed. Remaining sexually taut inside, she enjoyed every instant of the tongue-fucking. She took the chance to look around the room to be sure that no one was having cause to complain.
What she saw turned her on even more!
With both her and Mara monopolizing Frank, that left two men for one woman. Eleanor was instantly jealous of Cassie, the red-haired woman was taking on both Jack and Mark at the same time. Jack fucked the woman up her pussy while Mark banged away at her ass. If La had been available, the woman would have gratefully been sucking on his prick.
"Fuck harder, damn you both, fuck harder!" Cassie screamed over and over.
It hardly seemed possible that either of the men could obey. Their hips were blurred from the frantic fucking already. The man behind drove his prick in balls-deep, relishing the feel of her hot, tight asshole slamming down on his prick.
She came, her asshole collapsing like a hangman's noose on his cock. For a ghastly second, Mark thought his prick would be chopped off and left buried all the way up her flaming ass.
"Goddamn tight ass!" he groaned. "Feels like a guillotine around my cock. Don't cut me off."
"I won't if you fuck me good!" the woman promised.
Her head tossed from side to side, wild flurries of glowing red hair haloing her face. She was totally lost in a wonderland of fucking.
Two cocks at once!
She felt the firm hands gripping her asscheeks, pulling them wide open so that he could drive all the way into that puckered ring of muscle. He fucked her shit-chute so hard that the friction alone would have gotten her off again.
But there was so much more than just the carnal heat. She could feel every single inch of his prick as it surged up her shitter. The veins stood out. Most of all, Cassie was feeling her husband's prick in a way she had never experienced it before.
"Fuck me silly!" she cried out. "Oh, shit! this is too much!"
"Both at the same time . . . go!" cried Mark.
Jack fucked so hard into the wanton woman's cunt that he came up on his toes. He felt her cuntlips compressing under his powerful stroke, and then Cassie was picked up entirely off the pound. The red-haired woman hung suspended between the two men, supported totally by the thicknesses of their pricks.
"More! Give me more cock!" she shrieked, net even sure what she was saying.
The woman was totally lost in a swell of lust. Her guts churned from the presence of not one but two pricks in her. The one up her cunt was familiar, an aching old friend. The one up her ass was known to her but not in the way she was getting it. Her husband had never wanted to butt-fuck her before. For some reason, when he saw that Jack had already staked out a claim to her juicy cunt, he had immediately shoved in balls-deep and fucked the living shit out of her.
Cassie loved it. She screamed and came repeatedly. Her entire body shook, and it seemed that the sexual tensions would never leave. And why should they? A cock up her pussy and another fucking her equally hard up the ass-she had every reason in the world to remain strung out for a good long time.
Vicki looked up for a moment to see what all the ruckus was about. The sight of her friend's feet leaving the ground made her feel all weak and rubbery inside. She tried to imagine what it would be like to have two cocks inside at the same time.
The blonde woman didn't try to figure it out. She was more than happy sucking the cock of Mara's husband, Les. Les wanted a desire for her to wrap her skillful lips around the head of his prick and suck like a vacuum cleaner. She obliged him.
The woman's cunt overflowed as she smelled the musky maleness of the man's crotch. Her nose was burrowed in the tangled jungle of his bush and her chin actually banged against his balls.
Vicki had loved sucking cock ever since she was in high school, and she couldn't get enough. It was great having a huge prick fucking her pussy or slamming hard and fast up her asshole, but there wasn't any thrill in the world that could match giving head.
She could see every single detail of the man's prick. And if that didn't excite her enough, she could run her agile, probing pink tongue all over it. The sight of the cock responding to her sucking made it all the more exciting for her.
She was glad Eleanor had the courage to start this four-way swap-fest. Vicki couldn't imagine being bored ever again-not with Les' prick so available to her now.
The man loved the feel of tongue slithering along the underside of his cock, snaking down to tease his balls. Mara didn't enjoy giving blowjobs. She preferred to have him fucking straight up her cunt.
But Vicki! The man loved the sensuous feel of the woman's lips kissing and caressing his agitated cock.
"Keep sucking, baby. I can't get enough of your mouth!"
"And I can't get enough of that fine prick of yours. Uhhh... it's so nice and tasty. I could just gobble it all up!"
And the blonde woman tried to do just that. She found his musky scent driving her wild. She licked along the side of the man's cock as if it were some meaty popsicle, only it wasn't cold. It was warm, vital, living and ever so arousing!
Her ruby lips closed over the plum-tipped end of the cock. her lips worked softly, insistently. She tried to drive her tongue straight down his piss-slit. They both knew it wasn't possible, but it got both of them hotter. She could feel his cock begin to throb and jerk even faster.
"Suck me off! Suck as hard as you can!" the man ordered.
Looking down, he could see the blonde mist of hair covering his crotch. And he saw the woman's checks go hollow under the strain. She was sucking as hard as she could.
"God .. . oh God! It's peat!" he exclaimed as he felt his balls lurch and finally send the torrents of his jism blasting into her mouth.
The woman smeared the thick gooey cream all over her tongue to get the fullest taste possible. And she never stopped sucking until the last drop of cum had been milked from the man's prick.
Eleanor watched his once-proud pillar of cockmeat slowly turn limp. All the while it was slowly deflating, Vicki's eager mouth worked on it. Every single drop of cum was skillfully sucked up and savored. The blonde had an expression on her face like the cat who had just eaten the canary-but no bird had ever had as fine a meal as she'd just had!
Eleanor felt Frank's tongue working harder against the walls of her pussy. She sucked in her breath and tried to concentrate. She wanted to hoard all her sensations and let them loose in one giant rush. The woman figured she could get the ultimate orgasm that way.
But the tongue was too good, too skillful, too knowing. He diddled her clit and stroked the velvety walls of her cunt until she couldn't stand it any longer.
She came hard!
And Mara felt the excitement pass all the way through Frank's body and into his prick. She came, her pussy convulsing and squeezing hard on the man's buried cock. As she pumped up and down, driving his prick in and out of her seething hot cunt, the man came, too.
The three of them rocked and moaned together in a mutual come. Eleanor had never experienced anything so potent or wonderful in all her life. She was sorry to see it end.
Or had it really ended?
She glanced around the room at her husband, Jack, and their friends. None of them appeared willing to let this evening be the last. Each had found something new and exciting. They had discovered a way around the boredom that marriage can cause. No mare sameness, no more fucking in the same position. They could all let their imaginations run wild.
Eleanor knew they would. She would! They all would!
