The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, joins the neighborhood mate traders.
Pat Jordan is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
NAUGHTY HOUSEWIFE-a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Pat angrily slapped the hood of her Buick shut, her heavy tits swinging with the motion of her body. Now why wouldn't the damn car start? Always something. The starting motor just clunked and growled but wouldn't kick the engine over. Her hands burned from their brief contact with the hood which was hot from the July sun beating down on it while she'd been shopping in the supermarket.
She shaded her blue eyes and squinted across the sunlit lot at the market. There was a row of phones at the end. She dusted her hands on her brief shorts and walked through the maze of cars to the welcome coolness of the market. Two young kids on bikes whistled at the way her T shirt clung to her full tits bouncing under the thin cotton, but she huffily ignored them. Her husband was due in off the road tonight, from one of his sales trips. She'd call and have the car towed home, and let him handle the repairs. After he'd handled her! A solid week without a man had done little to improve Pat's mood. The T shirt irritated her stiff nipples and her shorts cut into her moist crotch in a way that made her pussy itch so much it was all she could do to keep her hands off it while she phoned for the tow truck pickup.
The driver half listened to her troubles, staring frankly and openly at the swell of her breasts. His eyes made her pussy itch even more. Pat figured he was about thirty. Her age. She watched his strong muscles ripple as he chained the Buick to the hoist. When he straightened up, after checking the hookup, Pat's hand suddenly began to twitch. Two buttons on the fly of his coverall had come open!
She caught a glimpse of his thick white cock and a quick flash of his thick pubic hair showing through his open fly. Her temperature zoomed up like a rocket. She wished she lived further away than the three brief miles from the market. There wouldn't be much time to tease herself, staring past his open buttons while he towed her car home.
"Better ride in the cab with me, ma'am," he was saying. "It'll be rough, but safer than dangling on the chain in your car."
She climbed up on the high seat and leaned against the door, her legs open toward him. She was hot! Ready to tease him, letting him see the shape of her pussy under the close-fitting crotch of her shorts, but that's really as far as her thinking went. No matter how much she missed getting fucked when Ray was on the road, she'd stayed faithful to him through five long years of marriage. Sometimes she wondered why. He wasn't really that good in bed. He never truly satisfied her. Not completely.
As the truck ground slowly out of the lot, Pat sighed. It was lousy, feeling horny all the time, but when she got home she'd get her dildo and give her cunt a real workout. Thinking about what she was going to do made her hotter than ever. She realized her nipples were sticking straight out at the driver, and she suspected her crotch must be damp enough to darken the thin material stretching over her hotly pooching cunt lips. She dropped her hand between her legs, and caught the flick of his eyes as he watched her movement.
Pat tried to brace herself against the jouncing of the cab, but her boobs still raised hell under the T shirt. His eyes made her feel stark naked. Damn it! But it was a nice feeling. She got hotter every slow mile, as the truck bounced along.
Pat was staring at his open fly so hard, she let him drive right past her house. He was built nice! Thicker than her husband. That cock must really be long when it was swollen full of hotly pulsing blood, Pat thought to herself.
"I'm sorry," she roused herself. "My house is two doors back. Ah ... why don't you come in for a cold drink. This heat is something else."
He grinned and ran his hand through his mop of curly black hair. "That would be nice," was all he said. Had his cock grown a little bigger, or was it only her hot mind playing tricks on her? Pat thought he was damn good looking. His white teeth flashed brightly when he smiled, and his eyes were dark and sexy looking. God damn, she was hard up! She blushed at what she found herself thinking. In her mind, she was naked on her bed, watching him undress very slowly, and stare at her naked wet cunt, open and ready to take him!
"Enjoy your drink," she told him. "If you need more ice, it's here on the counter. I ... I have to get the money from my bedroom."
She stumbled down the hall to her bedroom. What was wrong with her? She hadn't felt so damn hot since her honeymoon night! She fumbled in her dresser drawer, looking for the emergency money she had stashed away. Her fingers brushed over the dildo lying on a stack of silk panties. She wondered why she was so chicken. The real thing was waiting in her own kitchen. Alive, and warm and thick. Not like that dumb plastic gadget.
Pat glanced at her reflection in the big mirror. Her nipples were hard as pebbles and her shorts showed a dark stain of pussy juice. On impulse, she stripped naked and quickly shrugged into a short terry cloth robe and fumbled with the tie around her waist.
She headed back toward the kitchen, amazed at the horny thoughts that were flashing through her feverish brain. She could feel her hands wrapping around the truck driver's long hard cock. Her pussy was so wet she was sure he would hear it squishing when she walked into the kitchen.
"Here's your money. Thank you...." she murmured. When he turned toward her, she almost dropped the folded bills. All the buttons on his fly were open! He must have been fooling around with himself when he was waiting for her.
To cover her hot confusion, she jammed the money in his pocket and turned quickly away to perch on the kitchen counter. Her robe opened half way. Pat almost choked on her Coke when he moved close to her and stood between her parted knees.
"Where's your husband?" he asked quietly.
"Around somewhere," she lied. She could not tear her eyes away from his rising cock snaking out of his coveralls.
He put his drink down. His rough hands brushed over her bare knees, pushing them open just a little.
"Sure about that?" he asked, smiling. His hands slid up her thighs, under her robe. Pat looked down at his hard cock as it pointed straight at her slickly wet pussy. She swallowed hard. Her fingers twitched. She was surprised at how she just sat there, watching him open and close her long legs against his hard shaft.
"Touch it," he said. "You know you want to. Put your hands around me."
"No," she whispered. "I ... I don't play around. I think you had better go now." She didn't mean a single word she was saying. And she knew he knew it. His hands slid around her hips and eased her cunt to the very edge of the counter.
"If you didn't want to do this, you wouldn't have undressed," he told her huskily.
Pat shivered, and in spite of herself, opened her legs a little more. She stared down and bit her lip. His wide cockhead was throbbing against the very center of her open cunt. He moved toward her. One small step. She caught her breath. Her nipples felt red hot under the itchy terry cloth. He kept his hands around her waist, slowly walking his erection into her quivering pussy. His cock felt like a white-hot poker spreading her pussy lips.
"You like how that feels. Don't you?"
Her voice stuck in her throat. Pat just nodded. Her head was in a whirl! He was really going to fuck her! Right there on her own kitchen counter! And she knew she wasn't going to do a single thing to stop him. She wanted to screw! So badly she could cry. Something clicked in her hot mind. She felt her fingers fumbling with the tie of her robe, flinging it wide open. Her back arched like a silky cat's, thrusting her full naked tits out toward him.
"Do it!" she choked. "Oh, God help me! Do it to me! Fuck me! It ... it's been so long!"
He moved closer to her, spreading her legs wide. Their heads touched. They watched his long cock easing into the moist pinkness of her pussy. Pat shivered and shook, waves of goose bumps rippling over her skin. He took his time. He was very gentle. And very persistent! Now every single inch of his throbbing cock was out of sight. Deep inside her quivering cunt. He stood still, his dick twitching in her hole as it clasped and unclasped with little ecstatic ripples of joy around his hard tool.
"You feel heavenly inside of me," she sighed. Her ankles locked together behind him, pulling him deeper into her. She felt like she was going to break into a million little fluttering pieces.
"Move!" she suddenly whispered, hotly. "Make him move inside me. I want to feel you sliding in and out of me."
"There's no hurry. You have the most beautiful cunt I've ever seen. And it's so damn tight around me I can't believe it!"
His strong hands lifted her legs, spreading her so they could see her cunt lips wrapped around his pulsing erection. He eased back until just the tip of his cock held her open. His muscles contracted with a steady rhythm, making his prick jump. Her cunt responded to every movement. She wanted desperately to come, but she held back, afraid he would come too, and it would be over all too soon. Her hands found his and pressed his palm against her aching nipples.
He bent his head, lifting her heavy tit to his mouth. She moaned when his teeth nibbled on her flaming hot nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth. Her hips worked frantically, trying to draw more of his hardness into her eager pussy. Now he let her have a little more of him. And more! Now it was all deeply buried. Pat thought her nerves would explode with her tension. Her arms tightened around his neck.
"Please! Carry me into the bedroom," she whispered. "I want to fuck. Hard! This counter isn't the place."
He scooped her up. Her legs locked around his waist. He eased her shaking ass off the counter and walked down the hall, his cock bottomed in her wildly fluttering cunt.
He sat her on the edge of the bed and gently pushed her flat. She whimpered when she felt his tool withdraw, and then groaned with pleasure when his hands spread her and she felt his hot breath against her wet cunt lips.
Her orgasm swept over her the moment his tongue flicked against her erect clit. She came again when it probed into the tightness of her hole. Her fingers twisted in his hair, holding his face hard against her, her hips working frantically as he tonguefucked her into another wild climax. The room spun dizzily around her. She could hear her rasping breath and the small sounds of protest as the bed rose and fell under the drive of her strong hips fucking back against the wonderfully deep probing of his tongue.
"Eat me!" she panted. "You are a terrific lover! Eat my cunt. Push inside me. Harder!"
Her hands trembled down to lift her legs higher for him. Her hand stroked the back of his neck, holding his mouth against her spasming cunt. Pat's fingers brushed her blonde pussy fur impatiently out of the way so she could pinch her clit and roll it around between her fingertips while he sucked her into still another wrenching orgasm.
A shuddering sigh escaped her parched lips. Her legs drifted down to lie flat on the bed. He turned her over. She felt his fingers spreading her asscheeks! Her body jerked violently. His tongue worked into her tight butt hole, probing and withdrawing with such sensuous touches that her finger thrust deeply into her cunt. She fingered herself, shamelessly, writhing and twisting on the rumpled bed.
He flipped her over and slid his hard tool into her cunt, beside her own finger. She pressed into his cum channel rubbing as he stroked. He grew hotter inside her. His mouth clamped down over hers. His tongue probed inside. She could taste her own pussy in his mouth. It was too much to handle!
Her legs seized him. Her hips began to drive him in and out of her creaming hole with wilder and wilder thrusts. His cock was like a steel rod reaming her clenching cunt.
"God damn!" he suddenly gasped. "I'm coming! Commmmiinngggg!!"
"YES! It's all right. I want you to! You need to come. I want to feel you filling my cunt full!" she moaned.
His boiling hot cum erupted in agonized spurts, searing the tender flesh of her cunthole. She came with him, biting his neck, raking her nails over his plunging asscheeks. He seemed to come forever, jerking hotly, deep inside her snatch.
He rolled off her and lay panting on his back. Her hand closed around his hard shaft sticking straight up out of his coveralls. He jumped when her hot mouth slid down over him, but he let her suck him and run her thumb up his long shaft, going after every single drop of his burning load. She crawled over him, spreading her legs, pressing her cunt down over his mouth. They lay sucking, licking each other. To her joy, his prick stayed up as hard as granite!
"I want to put it back in," she panted. "I want to fuck. God, you are built so beautifully big! You make my husband look like a little Boy Scout!"
She swung around and sat on him, sliding his hardness back inside her hungry hole. Her knees settled into the bed, tight against his legs. She began swinging her hips, driving him in and out of her while her tits bounced just out of reach of his open mouth.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!" she rasped. "Jesus, how I need this!"
He stretched out stiffly on the bed, bringing his hands together under the back of his head. He grinned, and lay there letting her fuck his cock with long, shuddering sweeps of her strong hips. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Pat rode his hard tool like it was the last one left on earth. She did not come, but she didn't want to just yet. She just wanted to feel his hardness inside her, plunging in and out, bottoming in her cunt, feeling so fantastically good she wanted to shout out loud for joy!
Pat lost all track of time. Her mouth grew as dry as cotton. Her eyes glazed. Her cunt kept opening and snapping shut, like it had a mind all of its own. A mind that had taken her over, completely. The perspiration poured down her lunging body. She could hear the bed squeaking, and the sexy squishing sounds of his cock fucking her. He let her ride him and fuck until she finally fell flat on top of him, gasping for breath.
"Can't go anymore," she whimpered. "Just can't. Have to rest. Just fucked out. Can't believe it!"
She collapsed on her bed, shakily brushing the sweat off her face and tits with her trembling fingers. Now that reason was returning, she was astounded at what she had done! He was a total stranger! She had let him put his cock in her cunt. And suck on her pussy, and probe into her asshole! Pat felt her face growing red as fire. What had happened to her? She had been cherry when she married Ray, and she had never let another man fuck her. Never!
The bed creaked as the truck driver rolled off and stood unsteadily, looking down at her.
He smiled, and leaned over to kiss her. "You have my number. Call me. Anytime."
Pat smiled feebly. She nodded. There didn't seem to be much to say. She watched him put his cock away and button his fly. Her face was still flushed with embarrassment. How silly to blush, she thought. After all she'd done with him. She heard the front door close, and the sound of the truck engine starting.
Pat turned on her side and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a mess! Her body was streaked with sweat. Her lips were swollen and bruised looking. She didn't dare even touch her pussy. But never in all her life had she been so sexually satisfied! She struggled to her feet and swayed down the hall to the bathroom.
The cold flow from the shower made her nipples come painfully erect again. She soaped herself from head to toe, feeling more alive than she had in months. Every inch of her body tingled and responded to the touch of her fingers. She shut the water off and toweled herself until her skin glowed pink.
Obeying a sudden impulse, she rummaged in her dresser drawer and found her dildo. "Out you go," she muttered. "Never again!"
She strode out to the kitchen and wrapped the rubber cock in an old shopping sack and dumped it in the wastebasket. From now on, if Ray didn't fuck her like a real man, she would fine someone else and treat herself to a real screwing. Like she'd gotten today. What a revelation! How fantastic it was to be fucked by a real man! From now on, look out! Her tingling pussy told her it wanted more cock. And for the first time, she felt she had the courage to go after it.
And it was right next door!
CHAPTER TWO
Her image in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in her bedroom smiled back at her. She stood stark naked, taking inventory.
"Not too bad for a thirty-year-old chick, Pat Jordan," she said to herself.
Her eyes were a deep blue, set in a wide, oval shaped face. Her skin was clear, and flushed a delicate pink from all the excitement of the morning. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves around her face. The bushy puff of hair between her legs barely hid her erect clit peeking back at her. She cupped her full breasts, rubbing her thumbs over her hard nipples. Their pink color matched the delicate hue of her parted lips. Her eyes dropped to her pussy. The driver had said he had never seen such a beautiful cunt! Pat had never really thought much about how pussies looked, or whether or not hers was pretty.
She slipped into a brief string bikini, brushing her hand over her flat stomach and down her long, curving thighs. She'd been a fool to turn deaf ears to all the wolf whistles her figure brought her. From now on, things would be different. Her clit still stood up, perky and very itchy. She ran a brush through her hair, and dabbed her mouth with a touch of lipstick. Her fingers shook slightly, but then, she had never set out to seduce a man before. And that was exactly what she intended to do. Now!
Pat cocked her head, listening, and smiled to herself. Jerry Ward, her neighbor, was out in his back yard with his power mower. Up to now, she had just nodded pleasantly to him over the vinecovered fence between their patios. He was about twenty-five, and as darkly handsome as she was blonde and fair. She realized, now, that she had idly thought about making love with him. More than once! But she'd been too shy to make any moves to test his willingness to fool around. Jerry's wife, Lynn, was a tiny thing. Pretty, in her own way, Pat guessed. But she didn't have the terrific boobs that Pat saw reflected in her mirror. She tugged the crotch of her bikini aside. And if she had a cunt as pretty and pink as this one-oh, hell, why was she wasting a beautiful summer morning admiring herself?
Pat found a towel and some suntan oil and hurried out to the patio. Settling on the lounge beside the pool, she untied the string to her halter and arranged the bikini top so it covered her nipples but left her breasts almost completely exposed.
When she heard the mower running closer to the fence, she smiled to herself and let her legs drift open. Stretching lazily, she deliberately let one nipple escape from under the bikini top. He mowed the same strip of grass four times, moving more slowly each trip. She could hardly suppress her smile when she heard the mower die. Now she'd see if she had the courage to carry her plan through.
Pat stretched out on the lounge, pushing the top aside and covering her bare breasts with her palms. She nestled down, pretending to fall asleep in the warm sun. Faintly, she heard the click of her patio gate. In a moment, a shadow fell across her almost naked body.
"Ummm ... sorry to bother you, Mrs. Jordan," she heard a deep male voice saying. "My mower's run out of gas, and I wondered...."
She opened her eyes slowly and smiled sweetly at him. Her hand came free of her hard-tipped breasts as she waved toward the garage.
"You'll probably find a can of gas on the shelf. Inside. Like me to help you look?"
She sat up very slowly, taking her time about draping the halter top over her swaying tits. Her cunt had suddenly begun to burn like fire! She was hot as could be!
He was standing very close to her. She could see the tip of his cock showing below the bottom of his brief shorts. She brushed against him as she got up. He followed her so closely that when she stopped to open the side door to the garage, his prick brushed right into her upturned palm.
"Oh, excuse me," she murmured softly. But her fingers stayed right on him, pressing slightly, while she pretended to have difficulty getting the door open.
It was darkly cool inside the garage. It seemed to her he breathed a bit more easily, now that they were out of sight of anyone outside. He must be really hot to trot, too!
"If you climb up on the workbench and reach to the top shelf, there should be some gas in the can up there," she smiled at him.
When he climbed, and reached up high, his shorts pulled up and she saw all of his cock. Damn! It looked so small. Even smaller than her husband's. He turned around, shaking the can. His cock tip was level with her parted lips. She didn't move back an inch.
"It's empty," he said. "Oh well, hell. I didn't really feel like mowing the lawn."
Their eyes met. He looked down into the deep valley between her tits and at the head of his cock dangling just an inch from her mouth.
"What do you feel like doing this morning?" she breathed. "Perhaps something like this?"
She moved closer to him. Her tongue flicked out and grazed the tip of his cock. Pat could not believe how bold she was acting!
He stood stock still, hesitant. Then he dipped down slightly so his cock eased into her open mouth.
"Jesus," he choked. Her hands slid up his legs, cupping his ass. Her mouth felt like a ring of fire around his cockhead. "I ... I've wanted to get with you since the first day we moved in," he muttered. "But ... ummm ... my wife is jealous. And so square. And you never seemed to even notice me."
His cock swelled and lifted. Pat's hands pushed his shorts up. She stepped back, watching his tool growing longer. And longer!
"You like to be licked, don't you?" she murmured.
He dropped the gas can and reached for her. His shaking hand lifted his cock and held it straight out for her.
"Yes! Hell, yes! What man doesn't?"
Her mouth opened to take him inside. Her tongue swirled around and around on his spade-shaped head. She sucked hungrily, pushing him farther and farther into her mouth. Her stomach tightened. She felt her pussy soaking her bikini bottom. The pounding of her fast-beating heart almost drowned out the small sucking noises of her mouth working on him. He was big enough! A mouthful! But still no competition for the truck driver. His cock jerked in her mouth like her little brother's had the first time she licked his tiny prick. They had been alone in the bathtub for a few minutes while her mother had gone to answer the phone.
Pat was enjoying a brand new feeling of confidence in herself. She had no desire to be a cockteaser, but she was so tempted to stop sucking on him, just to see what he would do. It wasn't easy to let his dick slip out of her mouth, but she stepped back and stood quietly, waiting to see what he would do.
"Oh, Christ, please don't stop now," he groaned. His hand reached down. He began to jack himself off as he watched the expression on her face.
Pat was getting more and more excited. Her husband had never once jacked off in front of her. She was beginning to wonder more and more what the hell she had seen in him. Why she had stayed true to such a sexual nobody.
Her eyes held on his hard tool. It seemed to grow thicker and longer. His glowing reddish cockhead rolled out each time his foreskin slid smoothly back. His dick leaped and pulsed in his hand. She shrewdly guessed he really dug jacking off, and hadn't often had an audience.
"Make it come," she whispered. "I want to see it shoot! Jack it off while I get out of this darn suit."
She stepped back and shoved the bottom of her swim suit down her long legs. Her finger found her clit.
"Let's do it together. Like we were just kids," she giggled hotly.
She sat down on an old patio chair and hooked her legs over the arms. His face turned a dark red when she slipped her finger in her moist hole and slowly fingered it, her eyes holding on his dong as it whipped through his clenched fist.
"Kid games," he muttered, jumping down off the bench. "Better we should screw." He fell to his knees in front of her and shuffled his cock up close to her open cunt. "Put me in!" he demanded.
"We don't have to fuck," she told him, perversely. "Just play around, sort of. Have fun."
"Bullshit!" he grunted. "You are as hot to fuck as me. Admit it!"
Pat eased her finger out of her hole and slid her hips forward. Her hot hand grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down her wet slit. Her hips jerked. In a split second he was inside her, fucking her cunt with hot fast strokes. He felt good! So good! But he felt so much like a hot teenage kid punching into her, she felt a wave of disappointment sweep over her. She had been foolish to think all men could turn her on the way that cunt-master truck driver had.
"Slow down a bit. Stroke deeper. Oh, yes! Like that. That's so much better."
Her hands gripped the arms of her chair. Her hips snapped and rolled under the probing movements of his rigid prick. She just had to get used to his strange prick, that's all, she thought to herself. He was beginning to feel terrific in her!
"Fuck me, Jerry. Deep. Push hard. Ummmmm. You are good. Damn good! I knew you would be. Screw me, honey. Fuck the bottom right out of my cunt," she panted.
His hips snapped his dick in and out of her hole. Her heavy breasts bobbed and shook every time he slammed into her. Pat could feel her climax building up more and more, threatening to close her cunt around him so tightly he could hardly move. She was amazed at the strength of her pussy muscles when she was really hot!
"Don't come," she hissed. "Don't you dare come. Fuck me. Fuck!"
His hands spread her legs wider. His heavy balls slapped wetly against her hot flesh. His cock whipped out and rubbed up and down her cunt slit, making her clit tingle and urging her to come.
Jerry suddenly jerked her to her feet and pushed her butt against the workbench. He ripped back into her snatch, humping into her soft flesh. With no warning at all, he came! But he just grunted and kept on fucking her, bruising her ass against the rough bench.
She gasped, "You came! You came in my pussy!"
"What the hell did you expect?" he muttered. "It doesn't slow me down. Just makes it all feel even better. More sensitive. Fuck, babe. Keep on going."
Pat spread her feet, lowering her cunt a little. Now his cock dragged delightfully over her hard clit. Her hands gripped him around his waist. She settled him into a long, sweeping fucking motion that brought her to the edge of her climax.
They stood toe to toe, fucking wildly. He wouldn't give up, and she kept losing her orgasm each time she built herself up to it. It suddenly seemed terribly hot in the garage. She pushed him away abruptly, and scrambled up on the bench to spread her legs and jerk his face up to her cunt.
"Eat me!" she demanded. "Get me off. Now. Lick me!!!"
Now she'd found what he really did best! The moment his mouth clamped expertly over her hot clit, she knew why she had so often heard his wife moaning in the night. The man really knew how to work on her hard nubbin!
"Oh damn!" she gasped. "That's so fucking good. Suck me. Mmmmmm!"
Her climax came so fast and so hard, she slipped off the bench. He caught her and eased her down to the cement floor. He was in her cunt in a flash, screwing harder than ever. Her legs rose in the air and whipped over his back. They fucked like two kids gone crazy, rolling around on the dirty floor. Panting. Screwing harder and harder. She felt him come in her, and then slow his wild stroking. He lifted her to her feet and jammed her butt down on the bench. His mouth sucked on her hot pussy until he made her come again. And then again!
Her body began to roll around under his sucking mouth like she was just a big rag doll. Her hands fell limply to her sides. She was positive she didn't have even one more tiny little come left in her. But she was determined not to be the one to quit. She relaxed and let him lick and suck on her cunt, her fingers twisting her stiff nipples and squeezing her hot tits.
"Oh, Jerry! How could you?"
The anguished female wail brought Pat sitting upright. Her eyes finally focused on the slim figure of Jerry's wife standing in the garage doorway.
He whirled around, his face blushing a dark red., His mouth was wet with Pat's cunt juice, and hanging open foolishly.
"Uh ... hello, honey," he muttered. "I ... I was just getting some gas for our mower."
"She keeps it up her cunt?" his wife snapped. She tugged Jerry back away from Pat, and her hands flew to cover his hard cock, defensively. "You ... you're both all sweaty. And dirty. You've been fucking my man, haven't you, you bitch!"
Pat looked at the young girl's eyes, brimming with angry tears. She suddenly felt more than a little guilty about what she'd been doing. If she had discovered her husband sucking Lynn's cunt in the garage, she'd probably have blown her stack, too. At least, before today. Now ... well, she wasn't so sure it wouldn't be a good idea to get him to swing a little. He might actually learn how to suck pussy like Jerry!
She slid off the bench and put her arms around j the angry girl's slim body. At first she felts resistance, but then Lynn's nipples began to rise from the pressure of Pat's warm tits against her. Pat felt her tummy flip! Was she going to go for women, too? Strange and wild feelings were shooting through her hot body as her arms tightened around Lynn.
"Don't blame him," she whispered. "It was all my fault. I led him on. One thing ... you have a wonderful man, Lynn. I'm jealous of you."
It wasn't even really a lie. Ray couldn't keep it up and keep on screwing after he came, like Jerry.
And her husband really needed some lessons in cunt licking.
Pat felt Lynn's body quiver, and realized Jerry had pushed his hand between their bodies and was feeling his wife's pussy. Her nipples jutted out like two tiny pricks, through her thin cotton frock. She opened her mouth to protest, and then closed it. She let him lift her dress and slide his finger under the edge of her panties.
"Oh!" she shivered. But that was all she said. In a moment she spread her legs a little wider and her body began to shake when Pat's finger joined Jerry's and probed into her moist small hole.
Seconds later she was moving her hips and murmuring meaningless sounds of passion as she ground her snatch against the invading fingers. Pat got hotter, too, as the young girl responded more and more vigorously.
She clung to Pat and didn't utter a word of protest when Jerry lifted her skirt and slid his cock into her cunt, from the back. Her small hands fluttered over Pat's bare tits, touching her erect nipples as lightly as a butterfly brushing against them. When Pat slid her long finger in beside Jerry's stiff cock, Lynn groaned and grabbed for Pat's head. She kissed the surprised woman full on the mouth, running her tongue deep inside Pat's mouth. Lynn abruptly climaxed, shuddering between their naked bodies, but just like her husband, coming didn't slow her down one little bit.
Lynn braced herself, thrusting her hips back against the hard dork reaming her cunt. Her tongue whipped in and out of Pat's open panting mouth.
Her fingers moved down Pat's back and came to rest on the top of her curving ass. Timidly, at first her slim finger brushed over Pat's tingling asshole. Then it pushed, gently. Then a bit harder. She sucked Pat's tongue half out of her head, thrusting her finger all the way up Pat's burning asshole.
Oooo God, she's more of a nymph than me, Pa thought. And I'm acting like a real lesbian, finger fucking her cunt this way.
Her asshole smarted from the insistent probing of Lynn's finger. Now her cunt was being opened and Lynn's other hand was pushing two fingers deep into her wet hole. The young woman finger fucked Pat's pussy like she was determined to get Pat off before she gave in and came from the wild friction of her husband's hard cock.
"I'm coming again," Jerry suddenly grunted.
"Me too! I'm coming! So haaarrrdddd!!" Lynn whimpered.
Pat's pussy clamped around the fingers in it. He asshole gripped tightly. She came with double impact, feeling her knees give out. She slid down to the floor. Lynn lost her balance and fell on top of Pat, pulling Jerry down with her, his cock still shoved way up in his wife's hole.
For several moments, they lay gasping in a heap on the dirty garage floor. Pat slowly slid free of the tangle of arms and legs, and weaved to her feet. God, what had she started with her vague idea of seducing her neighbor? Now she knew they loved to fuck almost as much as she did. And why had she turned on to Lynn so hot and fast? At thirty, her sex life was just beginning to blossom!
CHAPTER THREE
Pat stepped out of the shower and reached for a fluffy Turkish towel. She jumped when her hand brushed the towel over her pussy. It was very tender. But then, it had seen more action in the past few hours than it had for months and months. It was ready for her husband, just the same. In her mind, she could already feel his familiar cock sliding into her wetness.
She wandered around in the nude in her room, straightening it up a bit. She wanted no sign of her bout with the trucker to be visible. If the time ever seemed right, she'd tell Ray about it. But not now.
Through her window she could look down into Jerry's bedroom. They hadn't bothered to close the drapes. She could see Lynn's slim naked body writhing on Jerry. They were fucking up a storm, charged to the hilt by the mini-orgy that had just happened in Pat's garage.
She heard Ray's car turn into their driveway, and hastily checked her appearance in the mirror. Her pink cunt was rosier looking than ever, but she doubted he would even notice. He came breezing into the bedroom and tossed his suitcase on the bed.
"How's my girl?" he asked cheerfully, rumpling her hair.
Her answer was just one word. "HOT!"
He chuckled and patted her firm butt. "After dinner we might take care of that," he said. He hesitated and then he told her, "Hate to say this, hon, but I'm due in Frisco tomorrow morning."
He silenced her protest with a quick kiss. If he felt her hand as it cupped his crotch, he gave no sign. So he was going on the road again. To her surprise, Pat discovered she was almost glad he was leaving so soon. There were so many experiences she wanted to have, now that she'd freed herself of the idea of being true to a man who hardly seemed to notice her or her needs.
Ray seemed preoccupied during dinner. After, he let her sit on his lap, in her short terry robe, but his cock only half heartedly responded to her teasing touches. She bet herself he got plenty of ass on the road, but she didn't feel like starting an argument by saying anything about how tired his cock seemed to be.
Later, when he shuffled into their bedroom, still damp from his shower, he found her standing nude by the open window, looking down. He came up behind her, his cock pressing against her bare ass.
"Look down there, Ray," she told him, nodding at Jerry's open window. Lynn was crouched on her knees, her long black hair spread out over her husband's stomach, sucking madly on his cock.
"Jesus," Ray muttered. "They don't give a damn who sees them getting it on." She felt his cock pressing against her ass. She spread and reached down between her legs to hold his tool against her moist cunt. "That woman really loves to do a cock," he commented.
"Give you any ideas?" she teased him. Now his dick was at last straight and strong in her hand, lifting up against her wet cunt. Her fingers teased him. While they watched Jerry and Lynn, the slim girl rolled away and came up on her hands and knees. Jerry lifted his cock and aimed it between her round little buns.
"Christ, he's gonna ram her in her butt," Ray muttered. His hands lifted Pat's smooth breasts and his thumbs absently rubbed her nipples. Pat kept stroking her pussy against his cock, getting his hard shaft soaking wet with her juice.
"You've never tried that with me, honey," she purred.
"Nope," he grunted. "Ass fuckin' is dirty."
She moved forward, and then eased gently back at him. His hard cock snapped up and its head pushed between Pat's firm cheeks. She kept up the pressure, leaning over the windowsill a little bit.
Ray's breath was hot in her ear as he bent over her to watch Jerry slide his rigid dork all the way up Lynn's tight little brown hole.
"Shit! She loves it," he muttered. "Look at her ass wiggle. Jesus, we shouldn't be watching, Pat. It isn't nice to peek at people screwing."
"Who says," she murmured. "It's turning you on. Your cock is sneaking right up my asshole."
"Huh!" He suddenly realized she had managed to slide his dick partway up her ass. He would have jerked out, but her hands reached back and held him tightly to her.
"Uh ... well ... what the hell. It ... it doesn't feel half bad. Tight. Hot!"
He stared at Jerry thrusting even faster, and then Pat felt him pushing his cock further and further into her tight butthole. She turned on! Never once had she been able to get him to fuck her shithole this way. It hurt her, but the more she worked his cock in and out, the better it felt.
"Fuck me in my ass, Ray," she encouraged him. Her fingers gripped the windowsill. She bent over more and spread her feet apart. In spite of his reluctance, Ray stroked into her flaming butt, peering over her shoulder at the young couple tearing their bed apart, below them.
"PUSH! PUSH!" Pat panted. "That feels weird! But good. Don't you love it?"
He didn't answer her. Instead, his cock abruptly jerked and blew a load of cum up her writhing ass. She had forgotten how quickly he came. That had always been their trouble. And he always turned over and promptly went to sleep, leaving her lying there, wide-eyed in the dark, fingering her empty cunthole. There were not going to be many more nights like that, she determined, no matter what she had to do to prevent it.
He jerked out and padded down the hall to the bathroom, leaving her standing at the open window. Pat felt hot as hell. Frustrated. She was just getting into it good when his cock let loose. The same damn story! Only this time, he had come even more quickly than ever.
When he returned, he flopped on the bed and pulled the covers up under his chin.
Pat asked, "Is that it?"
"I'm bushed, babe," he muttered, already half asleep.
"And what about me? I didn't make it," she told him.
He didn't answer. In a minute, she heard him snoring. In disgust, she slipped into her robe and stomped downstairs. Now she wished she hadn't thrown her dildo away. At least it didn't fall down on the job, like her weak-peckered husband.
Pat switched the TV on, and stared dully at the screen. Her fingertip found her clit. Her body jerked hotly. But she had had enough of playing with herself. Impulsively she reached for the phone and asked information for Jerry's number. When he answered, she talked low and sexy, pleading with him. Then she smiled and quietly closed the back door behind her.
Jerry led her into their room and patted the bed beside his wife.
"Climb in, Pat. Lynn isn't mad. But she's damn hot, I should warn you."
Pat grinned. "I know. Ray and I were watching you two fuck, from our upstairs window. You got him so hot he blew off. And checked out," she added bitterly.
Lynn's eyes were diamond bright with lust, sweeping over Pat's curves under her short robe. Her tiny hand tugged at the tie and brushed the cloth aside. Her mouth closed over Pat's rigid nipple. She sucked hungrily, and then eased her lips away to murmur, "Jerry has been talking to me about ... about swinging. I told him I would try. And now I'm glad it's going to be with you."
Pat felt that strange surge of heat coursing through her body that she had felt when Lynn kissed her in the garage. Well, hell, what was wrong with responding to another woman? Her body quivered when the girl's slim finger pushed up into her cunthole.
Jerry lay on his side, stroking his dong and watching Pat getting hotter and hotter. He grunted his approval when Lynn pushed Pat's thighs wide apart and lowered her head over the blonde muff of cunt fur.
"Aaaaahhhh! Oooooh, your mouth feels so good!" Pat gasped. "So warm. Lick me. Lick me."
She stretched out flat on the bed, lifting her knees and lying wide open for the young girl's eager mouth. When Lynn rolled over on her, she didn't hesitate for a second. Her tongue slid into that small cunt, and began doing exactly what Lynn was doing to her. She was hotter than hell, and yet oddly relaxed. Even though she had never had her mouth down on a pussy, she knew instinctively just where to lick and nibble. She felt the bed move as Jerry leaned over and licked between his wife's spread asscheeks. She moaned when Lynn's tongue excitedly began driving deeper into her cunt. Pat wished with all her heart that Ray would wake up and look down at her, eating a sweet young pussy and coming over and over again as Lynn chewed furiously on her cunt.
Pat's orgasms came one after the other! Her legs snapped open and closed around Lynn's head. She pulled back and her head pushed Jerry away as she went for the hot girl's asshole. Her tongue drove deeply. She rolled on her side, and gasped and began coming harder than ever when Jerry's cock slid into her butt and Lynn fingered her slippery clit with two tiny fingers.
"Oh God! Please stop. Just for a second," Pat pleaded. "The top of my head is coming off! I just can't come anymore."
Jerry's answer was to get a firm grip on her hips and swing his stiff cock faster, plowing into her flaming butt with unmercifully hard strokes. Lynn slid up Pat's thrashing body and lowered her pussy. Pat's feeble protests were lost in the girl's wet muff as she ground her cunt mound down hard.
Jerry's cock unloaded a blazing hot spurt of cum in her ass. Another. Another! He fell back, panting. Lynn rolled off Pat and mounted her husband, driving his cock out of sight up her tunnel.
She perched happily on him, puffing her cheeks out and grinning at Pat's wobbly efforts to sit up on the wide bed. Her small face was flushed and her nipples stood briskly erect. Her warm hand rested on Pat's thigh. She sat very still on Jerry, letting him catch his breath.
"Ooooo, this is great!" she purred. "I have you to thank for getting my man so hot, Pat. We've been fucking like crazy since I dragged him home. And now to have you in our bed-it's just too much!"
Pat could not keep from blurting out the thought that had been buzzing around in her head. "Let's go over to my pool and I'll go wake up Ray. Do you mind if Lynn gets some different cock, Jerry? That is, if I can talk my fuddy-duddy old man into doing a little swinging."
He looked up at Lynn perched on him and smiled. "It's up to her. I'll bet she fucks him half to death, once she gets started on him. You don't know this hot chick."
Pat grinned. "And you don't know my quick-blow husband. He's not much in the sack. But maybe ... out in the pool with you ... let's try it and see what happens."
Lynn giggled excitedly and sprang off the bed. "Swimsuits?"
Pat nodded yes. "At first, anyway. Let's work him into it all. I'll bring him down to the pool. When he sees you two getting it on right under his nose-well, it might just be a night to remember!"
She tossed her robe over her shoulders and trotted back home.
Up in their bedroom, her eager fingers pulled the sheet off Ray. Her mouth closed over his soft cock.
"Mmphff!" he muttered. "Lay off, Betty. I'm too tired to go again."
Pat jerked erect, suddenly blazing mad! Her worst suspicions had just been confirmed. Now she knew for sure he had some bitch tucked away and was spending himself banging her, instead of his own wife.
She leaned over and bit him on his cock. Hard! He let out a yelp and sat up, grabbing for his dick with both hands.
"This isn't Betty Baby, sweet," she rapped angrily at him. "This is your hard-up wife! The one you never satisfy. Get up, damn you. Not one fucking word out of you. Get up! We are going swimming, and you are going to fuck my pussy in the pool. You hear me?"
He meekly allowed her to jerk him out of bed and shove him down the stairs. She led him to the pool edge and pushed him into the deep end and then dove in after him.
He came up spluttering and dragged himself up on one of the floats. He kept his mouth shut when she seized his cock and began beating on him. To her surprise, he seemed to dig being treated roughly! His dick swelled under her pounding fist, growing harder than she had ever seen him.
"So Betty really whacks this thing, does she?" she hissed at him.
"I am truly sorry, Pat. I...."
She cut him off. "You're only sorry you blew it and got my name wrong," she told him, jacking his rigid dork with both hands. "By the way, lover boy, say good evening to our guests."
His head jerked up. His eyes flicked over the pool surface. Jerry came floating out of a patch of shadow, his cock out of his swimming trunks and throbbing mightily in Lynn's teasing hand. She smiled brightly at him and dog-paddled their float over beside his.
"Hello, Ray," she chirped. "I see you are awake now."
He mumbled something, his face flushing red. He reached out to shake Jerry's hand, rather formally. It seemed a dumb thing for a man to do, under the circumstances, but he was really shook up.
And he didn't utter a single word when Lynn reached over and wrapped her hand around Pat's and helped jack his cock. When Pat slipped away and shoved Jerry's cock in her mouth, he fell back on his float, rubbing his face in confusion. But Pat noticed his prick stayed stiffly erect, and when Lynn went down on him he coughed, but didn't make a move to stop her.
Pat smiled ever so sweetly at her husband. "Betty is now going to fuck Jerry. Like to watch?"
He compressed his lips, but said nothing when Pat tugged Jerry up the pool steps and pushed him down on a lounge. He watched his wife take their neighbor's cock and slide it into her cunt, and then turn her head to smile at him.
"Betty?" Jerry whispered in her ear.
"That's some cunt he's been fucking. Somewhere. He really blew himself out of the tub, tonight," Pat told him grimly. But her cunt wasn't acting like it belonged to an angry woman. It gripped Jerry's dick with excited little quivers and stroked him deeper into her.
Lynn was going ape, sucking Ray's dick as she half lay on him, floating around on the pool's moonlit surface. Ray kept turning his head to watch Jerry's white asscheeks rising and falling as his wife fucked the hell out of his neighbor, right before his eyes. He groaned out loud when Pat wrapped her legs around Jerry and picked up the fucking pace even faster.
Lynn raised her angel face and smiled at Ray's drawn expression. She tapped his cock against her pursed lips and blew softly on it.
She asked, in a tiny little voice, "Would you like to fuck me?"
Ray's voice stuck in his throat. Then something seemed to happen in his rattled brain. He splashed out of the pool and pulled her along with him to a lounge beside his fucking wife. He moved it over closer to Pat and Jerry and gently pushed Lynn down on her back. She whimpered with pleasure when she watched his hard cock slide into her wet twat. She hoped she wouldn't come until the sun came up. Now she was swinging! Now she had a strange cock to work on!
Pat looked at the expression on Lynn's face, as she hotly screwed Ray. The girl was ecstatic! And she had never known Ray to fuck so vigorously. She felt a tiny twinge of jealousy, but it passed. Pat had read about swing parties, but had never really understood why people went to them. Now she realized how exciting it was to feel a man's prong working in her, and be able to look at another woman fucking. It was much like holding a mirror to her own actions and emotions. And the sounds! She found herself lying rather still under Jerry, just listening to the erotic squish of two cunts taking two hard cocks, and the quick short gasps Lynn was making as she fucked herself on toward her climax.
Ray wouldn't meet Pat's eyes, but he was turning on more and more, as he watched his wife being fucked. Pat found herself wondering what kind of a woman this Betty must be. Probably she was kind of a wild swinger and threw fuck parties for him. No wonder the man was always dragged out when he came home. She sniveled, and told herself she didn't care. With a pussy like hers, and her sex drive, she could get all the cock she needed. And anyway, if all else failed, Jerry was young and strong. And he lived right next door. Fuck Ray! She didn't need to fuck Ray!
She felt Jerry's cock growing stiffer. "Come, baby," she crooned. "Come real big in me." Pat spread wider so Ray could see how lovingly her cunt clung around Jerry's spurting cock. Lynn watched her husband shake as his balls unloaded, and she began to come a split second after him. Ray grunted in surprise at how hard her little cunt squeezed his aching prong. She brought him off hard and fast. He sat up, red-faced and puffing, then walked over and flopped into the pool without saying a word. Pat sighed. So soon, her first swinging party was abruptly over. It didn't seem fair.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Pat woke up the next morning, her room seemed as dark as though it were early evening. She heard the distant rumble of thunder and then the patter of raindrops on the roof. While she lay there, still half asleep, the skies opened and the rain came down like someone had tipped over a bathtub. She snuggled deeper under the covers and drowsily wondered what to do with herself on a day like this. No car. No husband. She had heard Ray get up earlier and fumble around, packing his suitcases. They had not had much to say to each other. He promised to be home in two days. He had been very quiet.
She puttered around in the kitchen in her robe, making coffee and watching the rain dance on the surface of the pool. Her pussy began to itch, from her thoughts about the party they'd had last night. Pat's hand slipped under her robe to cup her warm pussy. When the doorbell rang, she swung the front door open with her free hand, still absently rubbing her soft cunt.
"Collecting for The Telegram," the newsboy piped up. He stood looking at her, shivering, soaking wet from the unexpected thundershower. Pat blushed, and jerked her hand away from her pussy.
"Bobby! For Heaven's sake, you look like a poor little drowned rat. Come in a minute and get dry."
He squished into the living room and stood uncertainly, dripping on the rug. His eyes were glued to the open dressing gown that revealed the deep valley between Pat's full breasts.
"I ... I didn't 'spect it to rain. Got no raincoat anyway," he mumbled.
"Bobby, you're going to catch pneumonia, running around in those wet clothes," Pat told him. "Let me get you a big towel, and we'll put your things in the clothes dryer. Come on, now. You can undress in the bathroom. And I'll make some fresh coffee. We have to get you warmed up."
She pushed him toward the bath, and padded back to the kitchen to put the coffee water on. She wonderd if her maternal instincts were working, or if something else was happening to her. Pat knew the boy was only a teenager, but they'd chatted for a while each time he came to collect for the paper, and she had found him to be bright and-and what? Well built for his age, was what came to her mind. His thin wet pants had showed her a very full bulge. Why were her hands shaking?
Pat pushed the bathroom door open a little and called to him, "Hand me your wet clothes, Bobby."
He was standing naked and shivering, trying to kick his legs free of his wet slacks. Pat's eyes fastened on his short, thick cock standing out from his tight bush of dark pubic hair.
"Here," she said impulsively, "let me help you. My, you are soaked to the skin." Her fingers tugged at his trousers as she knelt beside him. When she reached for a towel, her robe fell open, but she pretended not to notice her bare breasts were right there under his round eyes. She rubbed his chest and shoulders briskly, and then settled on both knees with the towel pressed over his cock while her other hand rubbed his back and his firmly muscled bottom.
"You're cold and wet all over," she smiled at him. "Even your little thing. I'd better dry that for you, too."
He stood very still, looking at her hand brushing the thick towel over his dick.
Pat felt that sudden wetness between her legs as she tenderly wiped his prick dry. She was so tempted to kiss his thick little cock that her hands began to tremble. What the hell was happening to her? Get ting so horny, drying off so young a boy.
She straightened up, her bare nipple brushing against the head of his cock. He jumped and covered himself with his hand.
"That ... that kinda tickles," he said, "I don't feel cold now."
She smiled at him. "That's good, Bobby. Are you all dry now? All over? Let me make sure." Pat could not force herself to get up off her knees. She knew damn well why, but it was hard to admit to herself that she wanted to suck his young cock. Desperately!
Her fingers gently brushed his hand away and stroked softly along the top of his dick. It began to swell! Her upturned palm slid under him. Her hand closed around his swiftly growing erection.
"You have a very nice thing, Bobby," she said softly. "It's ... ah ... well, it's very big. For a boy your age. Isn't it?"
He blurted out, "It's bigger than my brother's. And he's seventeen."
Now both her hands were firmly around him. Stroking. Squeezing him ever so gently. She felt him begin to tremble, but he stood his ground, staring down at his cock growing and growing.
"Urn ... how ... how big does it get, Bobby?"
He cleared his throat. Noisily.
"Seven. Seven inches. When I get real hard."
"No! My! That big? I can't believe it. Will you show me?"
He reached down to wrap his hand around his stiff prick. "It's almost that big now. I think."
After a timid tug or two, he got a real grip on himself and stroked harder. "See!" he said proudly.
Pat knew she was going to suck him off. She had to! It didn't matter to her if he blabbed all over the neighborhood. She was hot. The longer she stared at his reddening cock, the hotter she became.
"Bobby," she breathed. "Have you ever had a girl kiss your thing?"
His cock jumped as his face turned red. A tiny drop of moisture trembled on the very tip of his prick.
He muttered, "One time. But I don't dare tell you who did it. I promised not to."
Pat eased closer to his twitching cock.
"Is this how she did it?" she breathed. Her tongue flicked out and licked the underside of his dickhead.
"No," he said. "She ... well ... she put her mouth all the way around it."
"Oh, I see. Maybe like this?"
Pat opened her mouth wide and slid his shaft all the way down. Her hands moved up the backs of his legs to cup his asscheeks and hold him very firmly. His muscles bunched up. His dick throbbed crazily in her sucking mouth as her tongue and her teeth worked up and down on him. The robe slipped off her shoulders. He bent over to stare at her naked tits. Abruptly, his hips moved his cock in and out of her mouth as its strong suction drove him wild. When she kept on licking and sucking him, he began to fuck her in her mouth. His toes dug into the rug. His trembling hands brushed over her head.
"I'm ... I think I'm going to come in a minute, Mommy," he said.
Pat paused for a split second, shocked by what she'd heard him say. But now everything was different! If his own mother had sucked him off, why shouldn't she? In the back of her mind, Pat wondered just how far she should carry this sexy adventure with this horny teenager. She gave his twitching tool a final lick, and leaned back.
Her voice shook. "And what else did she do with you, Bobby?"
He grabbed his cock and hotly stroked his slick shaft. "I shouldn't tell."
Pat stood up and reached for his hand. "Let's go into my bedroom. You don't have to say the words. Just show me."
She stretched out naked on her bed, quivering with anticipation. He was going to fuck her. She knew it! He was going to take that tender, sweet dick and put it between her legs and fuck her wet cunt. Even if he didn't last more than three jerky strokes, she had to feel it! His cock had been like a steel rod pushing into her mouth, but it had tasted so fresh and sweet she was torn betwen finishing him with her hungry mouth and letting him put it in her hot pussy.
He told her, "You have to open your legs. And I lie on top of you."
"All right, Bobby. Like this?"
"Yeah. Now you gotta hold yourself open, and rub my thing against you."
Her hand quickly pressed his rock-hard erection deeply between her slippery cunt lips. She was sure her clit would snap right off! It was up firm and wildly tingling. When he began moving his hard dick up and down against her open pussy, it was all she could do to keep from moaning out loud. Pat bit her lip and forced herself to lie as still as she could manage. His hard cock dragging over her cunt was driving her insane with desire to grab him and sink him all the way inside her wet hole. This feels good," he said. "This is called fucking. Isn't it?"
Pat was so close to coming she wanted to scream! She didn't know exactly what his mother had done with him, and she was afraid if she cut loose and began coming, she might frighten him. She breathed deeply, and her hand held him tight against her cunt, pressing on his strong young dick.
"It's ... well, it's something like fucking, Bobby. But not exactly."
To Pat's dismay, he stopped rubbing against her and sat between her trembling legs, looking down at her hand moving his cock back and forth over her hot pink clit.
"That's what Mom ... uh ... what the woman said it was called. She and ... a man ... used to do it. Before he died."
Pat knew there was no way she was going to stop now. He was going to put his hard cock inside her. Right where she had to have him. Had to! Even if he came the split second he felt her drenched cunt around him.
"To really fuck ... I mean, for real, Bobby, you have to do this...."
She took a deep breath and eased her hips back a bit. She bent his rigid tool down and slipped his wide head between her slippery pussy lips and moved forward so it went in just an inch. When he didn't move, she quivered forward a bit more. Now his hard dick was halfway in. Throbbing. Jumping. Hotter than the hinges of hell! But, oh, did he feel good!
"Push a little," she gasped. "It has to go all the way up inside. Then we can really fuck."
He obediently pushed. Her cunt clamped down around him. She reached for his ass, tugging his hips down. Now! Now she had it all!
Pat's shaking hands gripped his hips and pulled and pushed, moving his cock in and out of her quivering tunnel. Instinctively, his arms slid under her, and his cock began moving rhythmically. Her nipples brushed against his smooth, hairless chest. They felt so brittle she half expected to see them snap right off. Pat gave up trying to be quiet. It was too damn hard.
"This is fucking," she panted. "Real fucking, Bobby. It's terrific, isn't it? Doesn't your thing feel super good inside me?"
He swallowed hard and nodded. He was awkward and unsure of himself, but his cock screwed her hot cunt with erotic sensations she had never felt before. With every stroke, he moved in deeper. Pat's hot body undulated underneath him. Writhing. Shuddering.
"I'm going to come, Bobby," she moaned. "But you keep on fucking. Understand? Don't stop. Keep fucking. Fucking. Fucking!"
"Okay," he muttered. A second later his cock missed a stroke. "Gee, it feels like my hand jacking me off."
Pat's voice choked out, low and throaty. "That's how it feels to your cock when you make a woman come." She wiped the sweat off her palms, against the rumpled sheet, and got a firm grip on his hips.
"Now we keep on fucking, Bobby. And I'll come again. In ... in just a minute. But you must not stop, O.K.?"
"Ummm. But don't make your thing squeeze so hard," he complained. "It makes me want to go off somethin' awful."
Pat groaned, biting her lips. Her hips snapped his cock in and out of her clenched hole. "Just ... just one minute more. Then you can come, too."
Her nails dug deeply into his ass. She could feel him getting even stiffer. She was in the middle of another terrific orgasm when he scrambled away from her. He reached for his red cock and pumped it up and down with all his strength.
"Oh! Oh, Mother!" he gasped. His cum shot wildly in the air, splattering over her heaving stomach. He fell backwards, holding himself with both hands. Pat lunged after him, her mouth sliding down over his cock, sucking, licking, biting, tugging every drop of hot cum out of the young boy's throbbing dick.
"Je-sus!" he mumbled. "That hurt! I never came so much before."
Pat slid off the bed and tried to get her head together. She felt half ashamed of herself, for a moment, but the feeling passed. What the hell! Some other hot housewife would have seduced him, sooner or later. And sucked his delicious cum, the way she had. She just happened to be the first. Oh, no. Wrong! His own mother had been first, but she hadn't gone all the way with her son. Pat wondered how the living hell she held off from fucking that strong young cock.
"You rest a minute, Bobby. I forgot to put your clothes in the dryer."
The kettle had boiled dry and was almost melting on the red hot burner. Pat refilled it, and quickly made the coffee. Her hands shook so badly she spilled more than she got in the pot. She kept dropping his clothes, but finally got them stuffed in the dryer and turned it on. Just as she was about to straighten up, she felt his hands on her bare butt. His erect cock pressed between her legs.
"Oh God!' she mumbled hotly. "You're still up!"
"Oh, yes," he said. "I want to do it some more. Fucking is really great. A million times better than jacking off."
Pat braced herself against the dryer and spread her feet. She reached down and eagerly guided his dick into her cunt. He drove into her so hard she moaned loudly. His balls slapped against her hot flesh. He pumped into her as if he had fucked a dozen hot women before her.
"You learn fast," she panted. But she wanted to see his cock going into her hot cunt.
She pushed him away and tugged him over with her, perching on the kitchen counter and spreading herself wide.
"Fuck me! You are a real man! Stand right there between my legs and shove your cock back in."
Their heads bumped together as they both looked down to see his stiff dick disappear inside her wet snatch. His hands gripped his rod, holding it straight out, humping dead center on his target. Pat started coming right away. One hand wrapped around his wet cockhead, sliding into her pussy, and the other found her clit and touched off a long series of quick, short comes.
"Why can you come so much, and me only once in a while?" Bobby asked plaintively.
"Women come different," she panted. She was so fucking hot she couldn't have felt less like educating him. She just wanted to screw and screw. "We're just made that way. Don't stop. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
She closed her eyes and listened to the horny sound of her pussy sucking him into her. The whole kitchen seemed to be dipping and swaying and tilting. Her breath was short, harsh, labored. Christ! The boy was fucking her silly, and she was loving every frantic minute of it!
They slid down to the floor. He picked up the pace, slamming his cock into her and holding every few strokes to feel her grinding her clit against the base of his dick. Pat could not remember how many times she had come. Her cunt was on fire! He had never once kissed her or touched her aching breasts. He just humped and humped, driving her wild with the friction of his cock against her spasming cunt walls.
He suddenly gasped, "Now it's my turn! I'm gonna come now. I think. I'm so hard it hurts somethin' awful."
Pat stretched her legs flat on the floor and raised herself on her elbows. She stared, wide-eyed, at his stiff rod reaming her hole.
"Oh, shit," she groaned. "Well, okay. That's fair. It's your turn to come. But keep it in me when you let it go. You'll feel what I do. Inside. You'll love it! Love it!!"
He took four more strokes before his load came roaring up his cock. Pat clamped her cunt tightly around his shaft and moaned in ecstasy as she felt his hot cum whipping into her. They lay on the hard floor, gasping like two fish out of water. It was a long, long time before either of them moved. The dryer kept tumbling and tumbling, but it was the only sound in the room.
"Man, oh, man!" Bobby sighed. "I guess I better get back to work. If my cock will go down."
Pat got up to pour him a cup of coffee.
The cup and saucer rattled in Pat's shaking hand, but she managed to pour most of the hot brew into his cup. She leaned against the counter, watching him drink. His cock was still half up!
She hated to let him go. When the dryer clicked off, he fumbled into his shirt and pants. He hesitated, and then blurted out, "You didn't pay me for the papers yet. I wouldn't ask, but my mom needs the money. I have to help her."
Pat could not remember where she had put her purse. Her mind seemed to had turned to jelly. She pawed through the kitchen drawers with one hand, cupping her dripping pussy with the other.
"Wait a minute. I think my purse is in my bedroom. I'll get it."
She paid him and opened the front door. "Um ... see you next week Bobby," she said softly. He nodded, and turned a little red.
Pat watched him half limp down the street. Now she had another cock to handle! And what a cock! When Ray wasn't home, anyway. She wonderd what he would do if he caught her fucking a young kid. But she really didn't care!
CHAPTER FIVE
Pat lay in the hot tub full of fragrant bubbles. She felt fucked out, but still hot. She eased her hips out of the water and peeked at her clit. It was still protruding from under its tiny hood. Eager. Ready. And she had no one to play with it for her. Her mind wandered over the men she could think of who she might get into her bed. Ray would not be home until tomorrow. She wondered if Lynn would be angry if she went after Jerry again. No, that would not do. Pat realized that the driver of the tow truck was the only man who could satisfy her now.
She dried herself and decided to dress and go shopping. That would do nothing for her driving urge to fuck, but it would pass some time until something happened. She was ready to leave when the phone jangled.
"Amy!" she cried happily. "Of all people. Where are you, honey? Really! I'll come and pick you up. Oh, damn, I can't. Well, take a taxi. Is John with you? Wonderful. And Penny? Of course, stay here as long as you like. Hurry!"
She put the phone back on its hook and did a little dance around her room. She had not seen her older sister for months. Or Amy's husband, John. Pat looked at her face flushing a dark pink, in her mirror. She had always had the hots for him. And Penny was with them this time. She must be ... ummm ... at least as old as Bobby. She could put John and Amy up in the guest room, and Penny on the sofa. Pat busied herself putting fresh linen on their bed and planning dinner.
She dressed quickly in a tight sweater and a short skirt. Pat was waiting by the front window when they pulled up. John was as big and handsome as ever! When he swept her up in his arms and hugged her, she thought her ribs would crack. Pat had almost made it with him, one night while he was going with her sister, but she'd chickened out at the last minute.
They talked up a storm all afternoon. An unexpected business deal had brought John to town and he had persuaded Amy and Penny to come along for the trip. Amy had gained a little weight, but otherwise she was almost a carbon copy of Pat. Same full bust. Same flat tummy. And the same rounded ass. The five years difference in their ages hardly showed at all.
"My, Penny, you are certainly growing up fast," Pat told the slim girl. She sat curled up in a comer of the sofa, listening to her parents and Pat rattling on. Her small tits made gentle mounds under the thin blouse. Pat found herself wondering how she looked in the nude, and if there would be time to get Penny and Bobby together.
After a late dinner, Amy and Penny insisted on cleaning up the kitchen. John disappeared, upstairs.
"Maybe I shouldn't ask, Pat, but how are you and Ray doing these days?" Amy asked.
Pat glanced at Penny and said, "Let's talk about him later. I don't feel like getting depressed."
She headed for the stairs and then stuck her head in the bathroom. "Find everything you need?" she called out to John.
He pushed the shower door open and waved cheerfully at her. Pat's stomach did a double flip when her eyes fastened on his long thick dick, capped with a mound of lather. Had he been jacking off? His cock was a very healthy pink color, and more than half up. Her shaking hand lifted a towel off the rack as she stood watching him rinsing off. Damn but she was horny! It seemed just a few minutes ago that she had been down on her knees, drying Bobby's stiffening prick.
"Here you go," she said, tossing him the towel.
"So it's self service around here, huh?" he boomed in his deep voice. His prong swung back and forth as he dried himself. His eyes swept over her tight sweater. His cock grew a bit firmer. She reached out and brushed her hand over it.
"Should haVe grabbed that when I had the chance," she kidded.
He grinned. "Not too late. Maybe. Drop by when we get in bed. Amy is broad minded."
"Not that broad," she laughed. But she hoped he was serious. Amy and she hadn't talked much about screwing. Not lately. It may just stir up trouble if she messed around with John. But she was so tempted!
Pat went to her bedroom where she undressed and slipped into her robe. She then went down to see if Penny was comfortable. She found the young girl lying on her back on the sofa.
"Asleep, hon?" Pat asked, reaching to tuck the covers around her. Her hand brushe between Penny's legs, and in spite of herself, paused. She'd felt the girl instantly push her hips up and tremble slightly at her touch. Pat sat down and let her hand rest on top of the blanket over her cunt.
"Too tired to sleep after your trip?" Pat asked quietly.
Penny nodded. Her legs opened a little. "I was playing with my pussy. I ... I get so awfully hot, these days. Sometimes it helps me to get to sleep. Am I bad for doing that, Pat?"
She impulsively hugged the hot young girl. "Of course not. I used to. Every night. It feels good to play with your clitty. Ah ... does Amy know you get your fingers wet?"
Penny nodded brightly. "Sometimes ... maybe I shouldn't tell you this ... sometimes when I really can't get to sleep, she helps me to relax."
Pat just sat quietly, wondering what she should! do. Or say. Then she smiled and kissed Penny lightly on the lips. To her surprise, the girl clung hotly to her, flicking her tongue out and running it swiftly over Pat's lips.
She whispered, "You are so much like my mom."
Pat quickly stood up, confused and uncertain. "But I'm not your mother, honey. Try to sleep." Her hand held on Penny's cunt, briefly. Then she turned, resolutely, and headed upstairs. Everyone is so hot around here, she thought to herself. What a horny summer this is!
The door to the guest room was partly open. She pushed it a bit and stuck her head in the room. John and Amy were lying in bed. The glow of the tiny bed lamp showed her the outline of his long dick lying over his thigh.
"Come in, Pat," John called to her.
He shifted over, making room for her to sit on the edge of the wide bed. Her robe fell away from her legs. She sat so she knew he could look between her open thighs and see her moist cunt.
"Penny's having trouble getting to sleep," she said. "I guess she is overly tired from the flight here."
Amy sighed and shifted under the sheet. "I'll go talk to her later. Definitely not now."
Pat saw that Amy's legs were spread wide. The sheet moved over her cunt. He was diddling with her pussy! His hand lifted and lowered the sheet as his finger slid smoothly between Amy's parted cunt lips. Her own pussy began oozing wetly.
"You were going to ... mmm ... easy, John ... tell me about Ray," her sister prompted her.
Pat made a face. "Wish there was something to tell. He's hardly ever home anymore. Might as well not be, when he is. Sex-wise. He's ... well, he called me by some other woman's name last night."
"Oh, shit," John said, in sympathy. "Gotta get the name right."
Amy closed her legs on his hand. Her hips moved slowly up and down. "You call 'em all 'Honey', don't you? Honey," she teased John.
He laughed and dropped his hand on Pat's bare leg. "It's a helluva lot safer!"
"So," Amy said, "That means you aren't getting much these days. Right?"
Pat looked down, and nodded. She was not about to tell them about madly fucking her paper boy, or about the pool party with her neighbors. She had to play the hard-up sister, if she was to get anything going tonight.
Amy pushed the sheet halfway down her body. Her nipples were standing up stiffly.
"Think you can handle two hot women tonight, John?" she whispered.
Her foot pushed the sheet down to her open knees. Pat caught her breath. Amy's pussy was shaved completely bare! She could see his finger dipping ever so slowly into her smooth cunt. Pat knew Amy had to be a sexy bitch, but she never suspected her sister loved to be fingered and eaten so much she'd shave every hair off her cunt so there would be nothing in the way of her erotic pleasures.
He smiled, his hand moving up Pat's leg. "I might try. If you are sure it's O.K. with you, Amy."
"Guess it would be all in the family," she said. "But you have to take care of this cunt first."
He murmured, "My pleasure." He threw the sheet completely off their bodies. He lifted Amy's leg and slid his head under her soft thigh. His rising cock was just inches from Pat's fingers. In seconds, he had Amy panting and rocking her pussy against his lapping tongue. Her hand reached out for Pat's and put it on her husband's heavy prick. Together, they stroked him up full and rockhard.
"Go ahead. Suck on him if you want to. He loves it. Every lick."
With a hungry moan, Pat leaned over and eased him into her mouth. She slowly jacked his dork, her hand brushing against her sister's warm body. His cock didn't jerk or move an inch under the touch of her tongue and her nipping teeth. How strange, Pat thought. He must not be as sensitive as the other men she'd been down on.
Another surprise for Pat was how long Amy lasted. She didn't seem to really want to come. Ever. Her hand toyed with John's cock and her fingers kept slipping up into Pat's sucking mouth, to brush over her flicking tongue. She made love in a hot, but very relaxed way. The way a woman would who was sure of her man. Who got her sex regularly. Not like me, Pat thought rather bitterly.
Her sister seemed so different to Pat. Slow moving. Sensuous. She enjoyed every movement of John's tongue up her snatch, but she did not react with the violent, thrusting hunger that Pat always showed when she was aroused.
Pat's curiosity got the better of her. She released his cock and came up on her knees, bending over Amy. John pushed his wife's legs open wider and moved his mouth down to make room for Pat. When her tongue flicked over Amy's clit, she moaned for the first time and lifted her hips high up off the bed. Pat could feel her heart thudding its excitement against her ribs. How often she had sucked on this same cunt, when they were giggling school girls who slept in the same bed. She remembered how good Amy was at finger fucking, and abruptly reached for her sister's hand.
"Oh, God, you still have that touch!" she gasped. Her legs snapped open and then shut, imprisoning Amy's fingers deep in her pussy. Pat sucked harder on her sister's clit. It had been bare, before. It still was! And Amy was beginning to whimper in a high, thin voice, just like she used to when she came from Pat's sucking sensations whipping through her little body.
"Move down lower," Pat urged John. He rolled Amy on her side and licked her asshole. Now her sister's bare cunt was entirely open for Pat to burrow her tongue deeply and swoop up to hotly lick the erect pink clit that quivered and jumped.
It slowly dawned on Pat that Amy must be almost totally oral in her sex drive. That, and just fingers. Pat would long ago have been wildly riding John's cock if he belonged to her. She twiste around until she was half lying on his legs. Her thighs closed, jerking his cock up into her cunt. She sucked twice as hard when his thick dick throbbed in her. He rolled over on his back and began screwing Pat with strong strokes of his heavy prick. Amy's cunt was left to Pat. She went after it like a tiger! In her hot mind, they were both little girls again, playing at sex games like kids love to do.
It was hard for Pat to concentrate on what was happening in her pussy. Amy had a strong grip on her head and was grinding her mound against Pat's mouth with stronger and stronger lunges of her hips.
"You're making me come, Sis," Amy panted. "OH! My god!"
Pat pushed her tongue in as far as she could and felt it being locked in by Amy's strong cunt muscles. Her sister shook the bed, drumming her heels on the yielding mattress, coming and coming and shrieking like she was dying! She doubled up and lay trembling in a tight ball, her hands gripping her shaved pussy while wild tremors racked her body.
John seized the chance to get Pat on her back and then rammed his cock all the way in her wet hole. He fucked slowly. Ponderously. But little by little, he was getting through to her. Pat's orgasm stole up on her and suddenly took over. She raised half up off the bed and came so hard and fast she peed a few drops.
It didn't phase John at all. After she had stopped shaking, he eased out of her and just sat, smiling.
He seemed to have no desire at all to come. What a weird fucker, Pat thought. She smiled sweetly at him. "Thanks. I needed that."
Actually, she wasn't exactly aglow. It had been a pretty quick fuck. She had come, but only from the steady irritation of her pussy by his thick rod. As a lover, she was damn glad she'd passed him up, before he married Amy. Fuck him, she thought. Along with Ray.
"I'm going to make myself a drink," Pat spoke up. "Can I bring you one back, Amy?"
"No. I had better go see how Penny is."
John lay back on the bed and began stroking his long dick. The women walked down the stairs, their arms around each other.
"I know what you're thinking, Pat," her sister said quietly. "As a pussy fucker, he's not much. But the way he sucks my cunt-wow! Frankly, that's why I was not at all jealous about letting him put his prong in you. He's not good enough for you to want to take him away from me."
Pat hugged Amy, but said nothing. Her sister was right. He was really just another cock on two feet.
She fumbled around in the comer bar and came up with a half empty bottle of scotch. When she heard an odd noise, she glanced over at the sofa. Penny was sitting on her own daughter's pussy! Pat dropped the bottle, and stared.
"Ooooo, Mommy! I waited so long for you to come down and do me. Lick me, Mommy! Lick me."
Pat walked slowly over to stare down at Penny's cunt. It was shaved just as bare as her mother's! While she watched, the hot teenager spread her fingers and raked them over her little pussy. She tried so hard to come, but she couldn't make it. Her finger jammed into her snatch, beside her mother's tongue, fingerfucking herself so fast her hand was a blur.
"Uh. Uh. Have to come. Have to, Mommy. If you can't get me off, Daddy will have to fuck me again. Oh ... I'm sorry. That slipped out."
Amy drew back and glanced up at Pat, nervously. Then she shrugged and smiled. "I don't mind," she explained lamely. "John has to fuck some female who digs it. It doesn't happen too often."
"So Penny's coming back upstairs with us?"
"I guess so," Amy replied. "If it won't bother you to see John screwing her. She loves it. She's awfully tight."
Pat waved her hand in a vague gesture. "If I don't want to look, probably you and I can think of something to do while this bare-pussied chick gets banged."
When they walked into the bedroom, John was up like a flag pole. Penny flung herself on him and eagerly stuffed his long cock up her cunt, sitting on him like an Indian squaw. She bounced up and down, completely ignoring John's embarrassed expression as he looked up at Pat watching him fuck his daughter.
"This ... this sort of helps her get tired enough to sleep," he explained. "She is a very nervous, emotional child. Ouch! And hot as a fucking fox!"
CHAPTER SIX
Pat and Amy lay side by side, watching Penny working her father's cock in her young pussy. It seemed to Pat that the youngster screwed almost as mechanically as John, just using his cock as a mean of coming and settling her spaced-out nerves. What a strange family, Pat thought, but then, who's to say so? All women screwed for different reasons, she guessed. Everyone followed his own personal path in sex. But incest! The final taboo. While she got hot looking at the kid fucking, it still seemed wrong to Pat. Penny was screwing, but missing all the real excitement of playing around. Of being in love, the normal way.
"Does Penny date?" she asked Amy. "I mean, does she have a boyfriend to make out with?"
Amy shook her head negatively. She listened while Pat told her about Bobby. Not all about Bobby. Just that she knew a good-looking teenager with whom Penny could have fun.
"Fun?" Amy asked quietly.
Pat felt her face growing warm. If she said much more, too much might come out. She turned on her side, and cupped Amy's bare cunt. Her sister's nipples snapped up hard! Pat's mind raced back to how they used to play around with each other's boobies and pussies when they were growing up together. She spread her legs and sighed hotly when her sister's finger found her clit.
"Turn around," Amy whispered. "Put your mouth on my cunt."
Soon the bed shook from more than the motion of Penny's slim body riding her daddy's stiff cock. Low moans of pleasure filled the room. Pat's mouth was filled with hot cunt flesh and her pussy worked strongly against the pressure of Amy's long middle finger pushing deep. They brought each other off, over and over again, licking and sucking. But no matter how many times Pat came, she was still not satisfied. A woman's finger was terrific, but it wasn't a hard cock. It didn't fill her full, or make her orgasms lessen her inner tensions.
"Can't take anymore. Not for a bit, Amy. I'm going to my own bed. See you in the morning. Help Penny. Poor kid! She's fucked herself into a cold sweat."
Pat tossed and turned, sleeping fitfully. When the morning sun brightened her room, she headed for the shower and then dressed hurriedly. It was time to make something happen! She'd get the darn Buick fixed and get wheels under her. Somewhere out there was a man as horny as she, and today was the day to find him.
She got her guests squared away for their day, and gave Amy Bobby's phone number. "Think about it," she told her sister. "Penny deserves some young fun."
Pat called the Auto Club and asked about getting the Buick starter fixed. "I want to ride along," she told the man. "I really need the car now. No, I don't mind waiting in the repair shop."
To her disappointment, the truck driver who picked her up was old, greasy and sullen. When they pulled into the garage, the owner talked briefly to Pat, apologizing for the lack of a customer lounge.
"There's an old couch back in the stock room," he said. "And some beat up magazines. But this job won't take too long."
Pat leafed through the dog-eared issues without interest. She could not remember when she wanted to fuck so badly. Last night with John had really just teased her. She spread her knees and tugged her skirt a little higher. Her fingertip rested on her clit, while she flicked nervous glances through the door to the shop.
One of the young mechanics burst into the stock room, tugging his dick out as he headed for the men's room in the back. He skidded to a quick halt when he caught sight of Pat. She jerked her hand away from her cunt, and blushed as she realized how high her skirt had crept up her legs. His quick eyes zeroed in on her bare pussy.
"Geez, I'm sorry," he appologized. "Didn't know anyone was back here. I gotta go!"
Pat sat listening to him pissing, the image of his thick wide cock in his hand burning into her mind. When he came out, he paused and said, "You own the Buick? It's ready. Maybe we should check it out together."
She smiled and nodded. Here was a man! Tall and young and strong. His wide smile was easy and quick. And his eyes burned right through her clothes. They piled in the car and he gunned it off the lot and headed for the edge of town.
"I'm on my lunch break. I eat at home. You're invited, if you dig burgers and beans."
"You don't waste time, do you?" Pat smiled. "Well, why not?"
His open appreciation of her figure made her nipples perk up under her tight sweater. She felt at ease with him. And hot! Without the words being spoken, they seemed to have agreed on using his lunch hour for eating something other than just food.
The walls of his small apartment were plastered with cut-out pictures of naked women in sexy poses. An odd-looking camera stood on a tripod, in a comer of his living room.
"Sort of a hobby with me. Photography, I mean. Some day my name will mean a lot to guys who dig sex flicks. 'Don Merit-Photographer Extraordinaire', or something corny like that."
"If you took all these, you are already pretty darn good," Pat smiled at him. "It must be fun to model. More exciting than being just a housewife. You take sex flicks, you said?"
He grinned. "Just for kicks. And the training. When I can find someone with a broad mind. And a fantastic body. Like yours. Would you pose for me?"
Pat laughed, "You really do move right along. Well, what would I do first?"
"This," he said, reaching for the button of her sweater.
She let him tug it up over her head, smiling as she saw his eyes widen as he stared at her hard-tipped breasts.
"Jesus Christ!" he breathed. "Beautiful!" His hand dropped to his cock. "Do you really care about posing?" he blurted out.
Pat said one word. "No." She caught her breath as his hands hotly cupped her swelling tits. Her nipples burned like fire under the pressure of his warm palms. His tongue slipped hotly into her open I mouth. Fast! So fast!! She felt her legs trembling. Her hips ground harshly against the fullness of him. His fingers fumbled with the catch on the side of her skirt. She hadn't been in his place for five minutes, and here she was-naked, panting hotly, and ready to fuck!
Her hand found his zipper and tugged. His hard cock jumped into her hand.
He breathed hotly, "Mmmmm. Are you one ready chick!"
She sank down on his couch, her mouth eagerly sucking his dick while he struggled to get out of his slacks. Pat grabbed him around his hips, holding him tightly. Her head bobbed up and down on his swelling dick which pushed against the back of her throat. Her finger crept down the crack of his ass and teased against his puckered asshole.
"God damn! Are you hot, baby!" he groaned. "Suck that thing. Je-sus! Bite me. I like it rough!"
His hips moved steadily, pushing his long prong in and out of her mouth. Her own hips were moving as though she already had him in her cunt.
"The scent of your pussy is driving me wild," he choked. "Ease off on me a minute. Let me get down on you."
Pat lay back on the couch, lifting her legs and laying her hot snatch wide open for him.
"Suck me, Don," she pleaded. "I'm so damn hot I want you to eat me until I scream and scream for mercy!"
He jerked her to the edge of the couch. His fingers tugged her cunt lips apart, revealing the moist pink woman flesh inside.
"Lick my clit," she moaned. "Push. Push your tongue in me."
His thumb tickled over her clit and sent wild charges zipping through her shaking body. Her two fingers pressed down hard, making her clit pop up lewdly. Her hand circled his neck and moved his head up and down as he licked and swirled his tongue around and around on her throbbing nubbin.
"Aaaarrrghhh," Pat moaned. "I'm coming. Already! I can't believe it!"
His mouth gathered up every inch of her hot cunt, but he held still, keeping up a strong suction while she rode out her climax.
"Do you want me in you now?" he asked. "Are you ready to do it with me?"
"Oh God, yes! Fuck me, Don. Screw my cunt clear off. I need this. Need it; Have to have it. Put it in me. NOW!"
His strong cock slipped between her wet cunt lips. It kept on going, bottoming in her hot hole with one stroke. He rode her like he was a fucking machine, his cock slurping noisily as his balls slapped against her heated flesh.
"What a pussy! So alive. Some jerk is a stupid idiot to let you run around this town. Fuck, baby. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!!!"
Pat spread wider and reached down to feel his stiff rod ramming in and out of her. Her fingers closed tightly around him, milking him, getting every inch of his meat slippery smooth. He settled into a steady rhythm, making the couch rock and creak. Waves of fire seemed to consume her as they screwed faster and faster.
"Do it! Do it! Do it to me!" she kept moaning over and over. Her nails dug into his cock, but the pain only made him grow harder and screw her even faster. She bucked and shook, as he tore at her tits and pinched her flaming hot nipples. Her hands were everywhere on him-pinching, pulling, teasing, probing into his tight asshole, and grabbing his swollen balls.
Her eyes glazed over with lust. She was being fucked right out of her mind! The apartment went fuzzy and blurred. Their gasping breathing and the protests of the old couch springs filled the room with erotic echoes. This was no tender love making. It was hard, brutal, fantastic fucking!
Pat kept coming over and over again, but it made no difference to Don. He just gripped her hips harder and plunged his cock in and out with ever-increasing speed. She could feel her hot cunt juice trickling down over her asshole. He felt so good inside her she wanted to scream for joy, so everyone in the whole damn building could hear her.
"D-d-don't you ever c-c-come?" she gasped.
He slowed down a bit and eased back to look down into her misty eyes.
"I never want to come. But if it happens, it happens. I don't even think about it. I just love to fuck. And keep fucking."
Pat pushed him up off of her a little bit, trying to catch her breath. Her mouth was as dry as her cunt was wet. A tiny part of her hot mind began to marvel at the differences between men. He fucked like a crazy, hopped-up stud, and yet he didn't hurt her. Not one bit. His cock fit into her cunt like it was custom made for her. How strange! But how wonderful! Her eyes drifted closed and her hips began working him into her deeper, controlling him, slowly and sensuously. "You fuck me better than any man I've ever known," she murmured.
He nibbled on her ear, and made his cock twitch inside her. "And we're still in the old missionary position," he smiled. "But it is the best. Unless...."
"What?" she whispered.
"Care to turn over?" he asked.
"You won't hurt me?"
"No way! Scout's honor!"
He slipped out and gently turned her over and pulled her up on her hands and knees. Her asshole burned and smarted as he worked his hard tool past her tight entrance. Then he was all the way inside, rigid, holding very still while his cock throbbed. Her ass began to move, ever so slowly and cautiously.
"I like it," she whispered. "I feel like I'm being split in two, but I like it! You're a hot poker in me. Stroke. Stroke! Push harder. Aaaaaaarghhh!"
Her quick climax surprised her. Jesus Christ, she thought, I'm turning into a complete sex fiend! Pat moaned and stretched out flat on the shabby couch, reaching for his hand. She guided it to her cunt and thrilled to the touch of his fingers working in her slick pussy hole while his cock kept drilling into her wiggling ass. . He came smoothly up on his knees, holding her body tightly between his legs. His hands spread her asscheeks so he could peer down and see his stiff cock churning in and out of her hot asshole.
"Oh, damn!" he muttered. "My first mistake this year. Seeing my cock fucking your ass makes me want to come. But not in there. Turn over. Quick! Quick!"
He pulled out, holding himself up in the air while she rolled under him and held her pussy open with both hands for his thick prick to dip down and slide into her cunt.
The moment he touched bottom, she braced herself for the hot blast of cum she knew she'd feel any second. His hands moved up her body to squeeze her tits. He grew as hot as a forest fire inside of her. Pat seized her legs and jerked them up high and wide so she could look down and see his cock blast her snatch with its load.
"Come! Come! Come!" she chanted. "Now. Right now. Let it go. All of it. I want to feel you shooting in me!"
He groaned, unable to stop the rush of boiling hot cum surging through his pulsing dick. Her pussy cramped. His hips shook, driving every inch of his cock into her hole. He kept coming and coming, spurting wildly. Her legs snapped open. She jammed her finger in her cunt, pressing his jerking cock tightly against the top of her hot pussy, feeling every heavenly jet as his balls emptied into her.
He collapsed on his back, his hard cock slapping up wetly against his stomach.
He muttered, "Jeez, what a hot female you are. And I didn't get one damn bit of this session on film. That's not like me. You really took me over!"
Pat nestled close to him, her hand trembling on his wet dick. "Do I have to wait for my old Buick to break down again before I see you?"
He laughed, "Hell, no. You know where I live. And work. Next time, we'll try to slow down a bit.
Fucking like we do is really worth preserving on film. Oh, shit! Work! My boss will fire my butt right out on the street if I don't get back on the job. How long have we been fucking?"
"Not nearly long enough," Pat murmured. "But I suppose you do have to go."
"Money, money," he sighed. "Well, let's take a shower and get back to life's dull routine."
Their shower was a long one. Pat washed his cock tenderly and spread her legs wide while he returned the favor.
"Go down on me," she pleaded, still so hot she couldn't give him up.
He pulled her down with him and slid his strong hands under her hot ass. Her fingers twisted in his hair while he ate her cunt and the water pelted down on them. He got her off twice before he dragged her to her feet and turned the water off.
"One more time," she pleaded.
Her trembling fingers pushed his cock where she wanted it. They stood toe to toe, their heads touching. His cock dragged deliciously over her flaming hot clit as he pumped and pumped into her.
"Let's get back on that couch," he panted. "I have one more come left in me. The hell with work."
Her legs lifted over his back. Her heels dug into his wet ass, sinking him to the very bottom of her tender pussy. This time they fucked very slowly, reveling in the feel of moist flesh rubbing against moist flesh. All too soon, he came, but he lay still on her. For the first time in what seemed like countless years, Pat was completely satisfied-happy and relaxed. This feeling was what she hoped to help Penny achieve. She felt a tiny twinge of regret at being thirty years old. She had missed so much terrific loving in her life. She thought about Ray. Shit! He would be home tonight. She sighed, wondering what would happen to her before tomorrow's sun brightened the summer sky.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Pat wheeled into her driveway and cut the engine, patting the steering wheel happily. It was nice to have her old clunker back on the road. As soon as Ray took off again, she'd cruise around town. Go cock prowling! She had heard about a swinging bar that ran around the clock, out on the edge of Parkerville.
When she swung the front door open, she nearly tripped over Ray's suitcase. Damn! He was home early. Probably sacked out, too. She glanced at her watch-2:30. Well, why not wake him up and see if he could get it on like a husband should.
As she passed the closed door of the guest room, she heard a low, shuddering moan. Pat was still hot from the wonderful fuckfest with Don. Her nipples snapped to attention. That familiar sexy glow of heat spread up from her moist pussy.
She stood listening intently, fingering her cunt under her pulled-up skirt. Amy was really in high gear. The bedsprings creaked steadily but the sounds were coming fast-one metallic chirp right after another. John didn't fuck that way. What the hell was happening.
Pat pushed the door open. Amy was spread on the bed, her arms and legs flung out. The steady squishing of a stiff cock reaming her snatch filled the room. And Pat knew that bare ass humping between Amy's legs. That son of a bitch!
Pat moved to the foot of the bed, not making a sound on the deep pile of the rug. She leaned over and as his ass dragged his cock back, she rammed her finger up his butthole.
"Christ! That hurts! Take it easy, Amy," Ray complained. "Uh ... what the hell? Oh! Oh, shit! Hi, Pat honey."
"Hello, darling husband," Pat said sweetly. "Welcome home. I see you two are coming to know one another."
"Don't stop, Ray," Amy pleaded. "I'm almost there."
"Save some for me, hon," Pat told him. "Oh, fuck it. Relax. I'm not mad at you. But I'm going to get naked and watch you screw my sister. Let's see if you can satisfy her."
Her nails dug into his butt, forcing his cock to jump all the way into her. She writhed like a snake under him, biting his neck. Pat had never seen her sister so damn hot. She was glad she'd found them together. And now Ray was going to get it. She would see how well he held up under the grind of fucking two hot women.
Pat tossed her clothes on the floor and pushed Ray back until he was sitting on his knees with his cock just barely inside Amy's cunt. She lay down on her sister, and then came up on her knees, opening her moist hole for Ray to screw.
His eyes opened wide when he saw Pat bend her head and suck on Amy's stiff nipples. He raised up and slammed his cock into Pat's wiggling pussy and stroked hotly. When Amy whimpered in protest, he pulled back and came down a bit. His pole slid into Amy's sopping wet cunt, only to slip out after a few quick strokes and sink back into Pat's snatch.
"This is good," Ray panted. "Your cunts feel so much alike, it's kind of spooky. Inside, I mean. Oh shit ... I'm going to come."
"Come in me!" Amy cried. "In me. In me!"
Pat moved clear of their sweaty bodies and watched her red-faced husband fucking her sister's shaved cunt.
His tongue flicking over his dry lips made Pat's cunt begin to burn. She leaped up on the bed and stood over Amy, thrusting her snatch up to his face.
"Eat me," Pat demanded. "Come all you want to, but eat my cunt."
He did as he was told. Her pussy was so sensitive she climaxed the moment his mouth closed over her. His cock erupted a heavy load into Amy's grasping hole. Pat fell over, dragging him with her. Amy lunged for his spurting cock as it left her cunt and sucked crazily on him, biting and jacking his dork with both hands.
"What the living hell is all this?" John's voice boomed through the room.
Ray looked up at him standing in the doorway. Amy leaped off the bed and ran over to hug-her man.
"Get naked. Quick," she urged him, tugging at his belt buckle. "It's okay. Pat and Ray swing, too."
"I can see that," he said dryly, but he stood still and let her strip his clothes off, watching Pat raking her cunt against Ray's mouth.
Amy fell on the bed, urging John's heavy cock into her wet cunt with both shaking hands. "Move over, you two," she said. "Let's fuck. Get your cock in her, Ray. Lock your leg over mine, Pat. Yes. That way. Now, screw, damn it!"
Ray could hardly manage to keep his cock moving in his wife's wet hole. His eyes were glued to Amy's naked pussy snuggling around the thick rod that was reaming it. His cock grew harder when Amy reached over and squeezed him.
Pat was hot, but she had come so many times that she relaxed and lay next to her naked sister with her arms stretched up over her head and just let him fuck, turning on more from the erotic sounds of two cocks fucking than from the familiar feel of Ray's dick probing into her squishy hole.
The words were right on the tip of Pat's tongue. She had to say them. Smiling sweetly up at Ray, she murmured, "Your old cock feels almost as good as John's did."
He flushed a dark red, and jerked away from her. Without warning, his open palm whipped across her face. Pat yelped in pain, but a moment later she screamed even louder. He flipped her over and roughly dragged her up on her hands and knees. His cock slammed into her asshole.
"How do you like that, Betty?" he growled. "Yeah, Pat baby. This is how I fuck her. Up her ass. And she loves it! It's too good for you, but how do you like it, you little bitch swinger!"
"Hey, you two. What is this?" John asked. "Take it easy on her."
"Fuck me, John!" Amy demanded. "Let them work out their own problems." She was half out of her head from all the screwing she'd had with Ray. She giggled and cooed, "Do me up my ass, too, John."
She grunted when his heavy dork rammed up her butt. Pat's steady moaning buzzed through the slow fucker's mind. His hands tightened around Amy's waist. His strokes matched Ray's. The two men fucked the women with deep thrusts. Both Pat and Amy went off together, moaning and clenching their fists.
When he felt Pat go limp under him, Ray jerked his cock out of her ass and staggered to his feet. He left the room without a word.
"See you later," Pat told her sister. She went after Ray. The shower was running. She pulled the door open and slipped under the spray with him.
"I didn't come in here to fight, Ray. I came to apologize. I've been a real bitch. Can't we kiss and make up?"
He growled at her, "You are just afraid I'll belt the livin' shit out of you." But there was no real edge to his voice. "Okay, hon. Fuck it all. We try to live together happily. You get yours, and I'll get mine. Somewhere...."
His tense face suddenly relaxed. He pulled her into the circle of his arms and held her tightly to him. She sighed and brushed his wet hair back from his eyes.
"We'll get along," she said. "I'm going to dry off and get dinner. Put something on, and come down."
* * *
When she called them all to eat, Amy sat down very gingerly. John grinned at her.
"Where is Penny?" Pat asked.
"Oh my goodness! In all this excitement I forgot about her. She and Bobby went bike riding. Do you suppose we should go look for them?"
"Right after we eat," Pat told her.
* * *
The night air was a little cool. Bobby lived one street over, in a small tract house which was dark when they arrived.
"Let's go around back. I think he has a gym out in a shed in the back yard."
As they approached the little house, they heard a high girlish giggle. And a strange squeaking noise.
"Ooooh, Bobby! That feels so good!"
The women peered in through a side window. Pat clapped her hand over her mouth to suppress her quick laugh.
"Look at those two!" she told Amy. "That's right out of a dirty post card. Those crazy wild kids!"
Penny was swinging back and forth with her legs pushed through two iron rings hanging from chains on the rafters. Her skirt was pulled up around her stomach and her bare cunt was wide open. Bobby was standing holding his hard cock with both hands. Every time she'd swing toward him he'd shove his dick into her bare little cunt. Back and forth. Back and forth. Penny's face was as red as her pussy and she was quivering happily and laughing at the same time.
"Now there is a real flying fuck for you," Amy smiled, shaking her head. "Well, at least they're luvvin'. Not fighting. Oh, I'm sorry, Pat."
"That's all over," she told her sister. "Well, let's go back home and see what hell we can raise ourselves. But we won't top them!"
When they walked into the living room, Ray was setting up an odd-looking screened box on a card table. He smiled and waved them toward the sofa.
"No popcorn, but we've got some neat home movies to watch. I hope. This is something pretty new. Polavision. Instant and private. Hit it lucky, too, Pat. Heard about a guy right in town who turns out neat fuck films. Stopped off and bought one on the way home today."
"I've never seen what I think I'm going to see. Not on film," Amy said. "Are your game for this, John?"
He put her hand on his cock. "Roll 'em," he grinned at Ray.
The cassette fit neatly into the top of the box. Ray pushed a button and flipped the floor lamp off. He sat down beside Pat and pulled her close to him. When the screen lit up and the film began to unreel, Pat sat straight up in shock!
"Hey, it isn't that bad," Ray kidded her.
Pat bit her lip. Her round eyes stared at a very familiar apartment living room. All the walls were covered with pinups of curvy naked females. The camera showed a nude blonde lying on a couch, smiling expectantly. The lens was blocked for a moment, and then it revealed a long cock jutting out over two tight balls, as a man walked over to the couch.
"My God!" Pat muttered. It was Don! Now she remembered his camera leaning against the wall in his room.
"That boy is really hung," Ray said.
"Just wait," Pat said. He glanced sharply at her, but his eyes returned to the screen.
Now the girl was lying on her back and Don's cock was trailing over her open lips. It dipped and then eased down into her open mouth.
"I need a drink. A strong one," Pat said firmly.
"Hell, it's just a fuck flick, Pat," Ray told her. "You won't see anything you haven't done yourself."
She muttered to herself, "How right you are, sweetie."
When Pat came back with her scotch, she saw the blonde wildly fuck Don all over the couch that she'd had under her own hot butt that very morning. Don had unearthed a hot bitch somewhere. The girl couldn't have cared less if there had been ten camera eyes watching her screw. She reached down to pull her legs up to her tits as she rocked her hips, taking one hard cock stroke up her cunt and then the next up her tight dark asshole.
Pat flicked a glance at Amy. She was lying with her head on John's lap, licking his cockhead and peering intently past it at the chick getting balled.
Pat wanted to watch, but she didn't. Not really. The film hit too close to home for her. She jerked Ray's cock out of his fly and fell on him, costing her eyes to shut out the movie.
The front door swung open, and Penny breezed happily into the living room. She switched the lamp on and stared at the four people on the sofa.
"Hi, babe," John called out. "Have a good time today?"
Penny took the suck scene in stride. Her eyes held on Ray's cock pushing in and out of Pat's mouth.
"Oh, sure, Great! But I really need a bath. I'm smelly and sweaty. Had a super workout in Bobby's gym."
Her skirt slid down her legs and her sweater came up over her head. Pat felt Ray's cock grow harder as he stared at the lovely figure of the young girl. His eyes tracked her little round butt as she trotted up the stairs.
"She's one cool kid," he said. "Didn't bat an eye when she walked in on all this." He looked curiously at John, who avoided his eyes.
"We are going up to bed," Pat announced, tugging on Ray's dick.
After they got into bed, he fell on her cunt and licked her hot clit, but he slowed down when a slim shadow fell across their bed. Penny was toweling her hair dry and standing watching them.
"O.K. if I peek?" she giggled.
"Je-sus. Today's kids," Ray muttered, but he didn't stop probing into Pat's pussy with his long tongue. And he didn't stop when Penny walked over and climbed into bed with them. He jumped, but kept steadily sucking on Pat's flowing pussy when Penny's small hand wrapped around his hard dick. She jacked him up and down, very slowly, watching with a burning, intent gaze as his foreskin rolled back and forth over his red cockhead.
He groaned a moment later. "This is a bit much for me. Do her folks know she sucks cock like a real pro? What if they waltz in here?"
Pat held his head tightly between her legs. "It's O.K. Ask no questions, get no lies. Just keep sucking. Let her do her thing. What the hell do you care?"
She was so close to getting off she'd have held his face in her tight grip if the house had caught on fire. But she watched Penny licking his twitching cock. Aha! Bobby had taught her a few tricks with her teeth and her tongue. Ray was ready to blow off any second!
"Can't make it," Pat said. "I need a cock in me. Penny, go to bed. Hear me? Get to bed, damn it."
She pushed the girl away and slid under her husband, grunting as his rod whipped into her tender box. He fucked her like he'd just picked her up in a bar and didn't even know her name.
"You should try that on a set of flying rings," Penny giggled. "It's super fantastic!!"
"Get lost, Penny," Pat panted. "This is adult sex night. You got yours today. I saw you fucking on those rings."
"I'll get some more tomorrow, too," Penny replied saucily. "And I've decided I'm not going to fuck my daddy anymore."
"Oh, Jesus," Ray groaned. "The world is going straight to hell."
Pat wrapped her legs around him. "Let it go. Fuck it. It will go, no matter what you do. I have three big comes in me. Keep count. See if you can screw them all out of me, lover man. Keep count, now!"
He did. She was wrong. There were five!
CHAPTER EIGHT
After all the excitement of the past few days, the next morning Pat's house seemed like a tomb to her. Ray had left early, on a short run to some of his sales contacts in the San Gabriel Valley. Amy and John and Penny had said rather tearful goodbyes and left for the airport. Pat stood moodily by the kitchen window, wondering what to do with herself. Ever since she'd cut loose and made it with the wrecker driver, her pussy had never stopped urging her into action. With five lost years to make up for, married to Ray, it wanted more and more cock.
When the phone rang, she was overjoyed to hear Lynn's soft voice.
"Seems crazy to call, Pat, when we live right next door, But I didn't know what your situation might be over there. Jerry rented a small trailer and we're going up to Carleton Flats for the day. If you'd like to go...."
Pat gave a happy whoop of joy! "I can be ready in five minutes. Make that four!"
She stuffed a few things in a small travel case and put on a tight-fitting blouse and a pair of very brief shorts. Lynn and Pat chattered like teens on the ride up into the mountains, while Jerry watched the narrow road closely, pulling the unfamiliar weight of a small vacation trailer behind their station wagon.
When they pulled into the grassy meadows at the Flats, Pat leaped from the wagon and frisked around on the long grass that was dotted with colorful wild flowers. She was like a little girl just out of school.
"It's beautiful up here! Oh, look at that!"
She raced across the meadow toward a small stream sparkling in the summer sunlight. The water came up to her knees, cool and clear. Tiny pebbles sparkled like diamonds. She foraged along the stream bed, collecting odd-shaped stones and filling the pockets of her shorts with the bright treasures. Intent on her search, she splashed her way around the bends of the stream without realizing how far she had gone. Her wet blouse clung to her full tits, revealing the dark circles around her nipples. When her pockets were full she straightened up and looked around. And instantly panicked! She didn't know whether the way back to the trailer was up the stream or down.
She splashed along the sandy stream, her heart thudding against her ribs. When she caught the flash of a red shirt behind a huge bush growing on the curving bank, she heaved a sigh of relief and ran toward the man.
"Am I glad to see you!" she called out. When he turned to stare at her and she saw the evil grin on his face, her hands flew up to cover her wet chest. A three-day stubble of beard covered his jowls. His eyes were bleary from booze. The way they narrowed and swept over her body made her suddenly shiver with fear. He screwed the cap back on a pint of whiskey, belched, and pushed the bottle into his pants pocket.
"It's Christmas in July," he grinned, his tobacco-stained teeth baring in a grimace. "Look what I just caught. The prettiest fish in the whole damn stream."
Before she could move, his hand shot out and ripped her blouse open. Pat turned to run, but his heavy fishing boot caught her ankle and tripped her. He fell heavily on top of her, pushing her down into the cold water. His rough hands grabbed for her tits. He ripped his fly open. His body crushed hers. His short, ugly cock stuck straight out of his torn pants.
"Hold still, damn it. I'm gonna be real good to you, baby!"
Pat scrambled halfway to her knees, the stones in the stream bed digging into her flesh. She heard her shorts rip as he tore them off and flung them over his shoulder. His hands fumbled at her cunt.
"Let go of me, you fucking rapist," she screamed. "You're not putting that horrible thing in me!"
"Says who?" he grunted. "Shit! you are one strong bitch! Lemme get my cock in you. You'll love it. I screw good, honey."
Pat beat on his chest with her clenched fists, crying hysterically.
"Get off me, damn you!" She filled her lungs and screamed, "Lynn! Jerry!"
He drew back and smashed his open hand against the side of her head. She fell back, stunned. Roughly, he shoved her legs open and jabbed his stubby dick toward her cunt.
Pat brought one knee up sharply, smashing solidly against his balls. He groaned and doubled up. She staggered to her feet, stumbling, falling, shaking her head in an effort to clear her vision. His clutching hand seized her ankle and jerked her down into the water again.
"Let me go, you asshole," she cried. "Go fuck a tree!"
She was in such a state of panic that she peed down her trembling legs. He was strong as an ox. And mad! His stubby dick poked at her cunt as he kept trying to hump himself into her.
Suddenly Pat relaxed and lay limply under him.
He grunted and reached down for his cock.
"Now, that's better. Decided to cooperate, huh? Lemme get this thing into that nice pussy, and...."
The sound of the rock crushing his skull sickened Pat. She felt her stomach heave like she was going to throw up. Strong hands helped her to her feet. She swayed against the husky man supporting her, covering her mouth and retching.
"Oh God!" she sobbed. "I was never so glad to see anyone in all my life! I was terrified that he'd hear you when I saw you running through the bushes toward us. Is ... is he dead?"
She clung to the tall stranger, peering down at the still figure of the would-be rapist crumbled up on the edge of the stream.
"Close enough, I'd say," he told her. "Let's get the hell out of here. My cabin is downstream a ways. Good thing you've got a good set of lungs." He was staring at her bruised breasts bobbing as they raced through the water. "Sorry. I didn't mean anything by that."
She flashed a quick, trembly smile at him. It seemed a useless gesture, but she covered her bare tits as best she could with her hands.
When they reached his cabin, he found an old cotton shirt for her and turned to rummage through the wooden cupboards.
"Got a bottle of hooch somewhere in here," he muttered. "You could probably use a good belt about now. I could. I ... I never brained a guy before. Kinda shakes you up."
"Try getting raped," Pat told him, her teeth chattering now that the reaction was setting in. The strong liquor burned in her stomach, but its warmth was what she needed.
She held out the tin cup to be refilled, her breasts pushing out of the tattered shirt he'd offered her. When he nodded at a small bunk against the wall, she sank down in it, gratefully, swallowing the whiskey a little too fast.
He stood looking at her, sipping his drink. "My name is Larry. Larry Kirby."
"I'm ... I'm ... oh, dean I'm Pat Jordan. And I'm very grateful."
"And you can't hold your booze," he kidded her. "Sorry. Oh, shit. I seem to always be apologizing to you. Move over. I feel weak in the knees, too. How the hell did that raunchy old goat get hold of you?"
They sat huddled together on the creaky bunk. Pat told him briefly what had happened, and how she got lost.
"I still don't know where I am," she finished.
"With me. In Sparton Manor. Crummy, but all paid for. Built this place myself. Come up to fish every chance I get. Not much else to do since Audrey died. Oh, balls! You don't need to hear my troubles."
Pat smiled and gave him a quick hug. The liquor burned hotly in her stomach. She felt giddy and lightheaded. He was staring at her naked boobs, but she didn't mind. Not one bit. He was around fifty years old. Gray crew cut. Clear green eyes. Kindly. A pleasant face. And flushing a bit red as he realized his cock was making his crotch very damp.
"I owe you a lot," Pat said softly, leaning back against the rough wood wall of the cabin. "If you hadn't rescued me...." she shuddered, thinking about the ugly old bastard and his wretched, stubby cock.
She closed her eyes and relaxed. Her knees drifted apart. When his hand touched her bare leg, hesitantly, she sighed and pressed closely to him.
He said softly, "I ... it's been so awfully long. Forgive me for being so bold. You are beautiful! But you don't owe me anything. I wouldn't want you ... that way."
"We all need to be loved," she told him quietly. "I don't mind your touch. I think you would be very gentle. And very good to me." Her hand touched his leg.
She lay back on the rough blanket and gently spread her knees.
"Are ... are you .sure?"
"Take me. I want you to, Larry."
His hands shook, but they gently covered her swelling breasts. He caught his breath sharply. She heard the soft rustle of his clothes as he released her and quickly undressed. His body was so warm against her. Her arms went around his neck. She kissed him, arching her back. The pressure of his cock against her cunt lips made her mouth open and her tongue seek his. Unguided, his erect cock eased smoothly into her.
He lay still, breathing heavily. Her hips rose and fell, very slowly as she worked him further and further into her softness. Salty tears trickled down Pat's cheeks. Her arms held him tightly to her.
"You make love so sweetly," she breathed. "You fill me up. It's ... it's like we've done this before. As real lovers. Mmmmm, you are so good, in me."
"I feel like I've come five times already," he murmured. "I'm wiped out. My cock has felt nothing but my hand, for so long. It's all confused."
Pat whispered, "But very hard." Her pussy quivered around his rigid shaft. "Love me, Larry. Love me. Love me."
He fought to control his almost overwhelming urge to come. His hands wandered softly over her breasts, her back, her fluttering stomach, as his body shifted on hers and his hips began to move his cock more and more strongly inside her.
"Your cunt is as soft as silk. So warm and alive! Your breasts drive me crazy." Her nipple swelled in his softly sucking mouth. He throbbed inside her. Pat's cunt squeezed him, then relaxed. Then she squeezed him again. He lay very still on her, letting her feel his aching tool with little rippling motions of her pussy muscles. She had never made love so slowly, so sensuously.
"I think I'm coming," she whispered. "But I'm not. It is just the sensations. I've never made love this way. Never. It's so different. The way you stroke my body! I feel all warm inside. Desired. Loved. Kiss me, Larry. Hold me tighter."
They lay perfectly still. His cock pulsed strongly. Her cunt held him, hardly moving. They could hear the small sounds of the forest outside. The gurgle and chuckle of the stream as it tumbled over the rocks. Time seemed to stand still. Warm waves of emotion swept over her like little comes. She sighed, brushing his strong back with her fingertips.
"Ummm," she murmured. "Larry! Now. Now!" Her cunt closed firmly around his cock. She quivered and began fucking. Slowly, at first. A quick, tiny orgasm fluttered through her. His cock swelled and moved in and out of her. His mouth covered hers. His arms tightened. The old bunk groaned underneath them.
"I'm coming, Larry," Pat whispered. "I'm coming. Right now. It won't be put off. Aaaaahhhh!"
Her legs held him tight to her, his cock pressing against the bottom of her cunt. She came over and over again, whimpering softly beneath him. His cock, still hard, withdrew. He kissed her neck, her breasts, her stomach. She felt his tongue searching for her clit. He licked over the erect nubbin. His mouth gathered up her cunt and sucked with a delicious, steady pull that drained all her strength down from her trembling body and into his warm mouth. His tongue found its way deep into her fluttering hole and held there. Her nipples ached under the soft touches of his fingertips brushing over them. Never in all her life had Pat made love with such blessedly slow, loving movements. So soft. So sensuous. She seemed to come time after time, but each orgasm flowed into the next as softly as the summer sun filtered through the leafy branches outside the tiny cabin.
He eased away from her and lay on his back, silently pleading with his eyes. She knelt beside 'him. Her mouth closed over his throbbing cock and slid all of him into her warmth. Her head barely moved. She sucked. She licked. Her hands pressed under his balls, cupping them. He came without a single movement of his hips. Flowing. Swift. Strong. Gushing his warm juice into her mouth. She held to him, swallowing every drop, pressing and releasing with her strong tongue on his quivering shaft. He stayed up firm in her mouth. She didn't move away. Her head rested on his firm stomach, her tongue tip licking softly.
His hands trailed over her naked shoulders, tugging her up to him. She eased over, spreading her legs as she settled her cunt over his open mouth. His tongue slid far into the wetness of her soft tunnel. They lay sucking. Licking. Their fingers trailing over each other's naked bodies.
His cock grew warmer. Stiffer. He came again. Another easy gentle surge of sweet cum flowed into her mouth. Her cunt closed on his tongue. She shuddered into another seemingly endless climax.
His hands lifted her, sliding her down onto his body. She opened her mouth wider, taking all of his cock inside. Down her throat. His fingers trailed over her round asscheeks. Down into the deep cleft between them. His tongue moved in soft circles around and around on her brown hole. It pressed inside then eased out. Pressed in. Deeper. Pat shuddered deliciously. Never had she felt anything like this strong tongue fucking her ass. It moved out and into her cunt. She seemed to be past coming. Her body quivered continuously. Her jaws ached. She tingled from head to toe. It seemed to her she kept drifting away and coming back, with no sense of time passing. She was floating from reality into a soft, dreamy world of loving sensations.
Pat sensed the roughness of the blanket against her skin. She was lying between Larry's warm body and the rough boards of the cabin wall. His cock was buried deep inside her ass. His hands cupped her breasts, teasing softly over her aching nipples. She drifted off again. Now he was in her cunt. Moving, fucking with slow and tender movements. Her lips brushed over his. She came again. Feebly. Again. More strongly. Her cunt surged into motion, grasping him. Working him as far inside as he could go. He came. This time, after his soft shudders had subsided, he grew soft.
She heard the rustle of the rough blanket being tucked around her. The faint clink of the bottle against the tin cup. The cabin had grown darker. The day was fading. She slept. Soundly.
His hands were stroking her breasts. Trailing down over her stomach. Brushing through her cunt hair. Pat's eyes fluttered open. Lynn's anxious face was above her.
"We were worried sick. We searched for you all through the woods. When we got back to the trailer, Larry was waiting for us. Oh, Pat. How awful! I mean, how wonderful. That he saved you from that horrible man."
Jerry gently helped her to her feet and hugged her. The warm robe they slipped her arms into felt like heaven.
"I'm dying of hunger," she smiled. "And we're taking Larry back to town with us. He's getting a dinner fit for a king. Which he is."
Larry protested. "No, Pat. I want to stay here. You go with your friends. I want to just lie around my cabin and dream. Very pleasant dreams. Give me your address. Next time I'm in town, I'll call. I promise."
Pat slept all the way home. She insisted on Jerry and Lynn eating at her house. And on their sleeping in her bed with her. All night. She didn't want to be alone. She showed them the note from Ray that he'd pinned to her pillow.
'Gone to Frisco for three days. Be a good girl.' the note said. "That's what I'm going to be. Very good," she smiled at her well-stuffed dinner guests. "Very good to you both. All night long!"
It would not be a night of frantic fucking. It would be a long, leisurely adventure in sex. An experimenting with the ways of love that Larry had taught her. Pat shivered with anticipation, and led them up the stairs to her room.
CHAPTER NINE
When Jerry and Lynn followed Pat into her bedroom, Lynn stopped short. She stood staring at the huge bed, covered with a rich maroon colored spread and dotted with little circles of light that glowed down from small spotlights set flush in the ceiling. On both sides of the room, huge mirrors reflected the bed back and forth in a series of images that stretched to infinity.
"How beautiful, Pat," she breathed. "How terribly sexy!"
"And how expensive," Pat smiled ruefully. "I designed this layout with the hope that it would turn Ray on, and get him so hot from watching himself fuck me in the mirrors that he'd keep going long enough to half-way satisfy me. It didn't work."
It worked for Lynn! She promptly fell to her knees and unzipped Jerry's fly. She tugged him out and had his cock erect in just a few seconds. Her mouth sucked noisily on his hard dick while her eyes stared at the low row of images of her red lips forming a perfect 'O' of pleasure around his rod.
Pat stripped naked and knelt beside Lynn. "Let me have some of him."
The two hot women shared his throbbing cock, trading him back and forth. Jerry's round eyes kept flicking from his reflections down to the two tongues whipping up and down his twitching shaft.
He muttered, "I'm so fucking hot I'm going dingy. I keep hearing bells in my head."
Pat listened, and then impatiently got to her feet. "Who can that be at the door? Keep him going, Lynn. I'll chase them away and be back in a flash."
Pat slipped into a pink nylon gown that swirled around her figure like a fluffy cloud. She turned on the small lamp on the bar and opened the front door.
"Good evening, Mrs. Jordan," her caller said. He smiled and briskly strode into the room. His quick glance took in the deep shadowy valley between her breasts, only half covered by the filmy gown.
"Sorry to call so late. I own so many homes like this one, I have to get around to checking them whenever I can. Like to see which rooms need repainting."
Pat smiled sweetly. "Well, it is hard to say 'no' to the landlord, but it is late. And I have guests."
Just then Lynn's long wail of pleasure echoed through the house. His eyes narrowed, and then he grinned widely. Pat felt her face growing hot. She tugged the robe closed a bit and turned, in confusion, to mix him a drink at the bar.
"I am truly sorry about the interruption. Why don't I just quickly check through the house and note what I'd like the painters to do, then I'll be gone."
Pat's hand trembled when she poured the whiskey. Her robe kept falling open. She had thought about the handsome man many times after he'd rented the house to them. His face would float before her eyes when she was getting off with her dildo, before she got so wonderfully fucked by the wrecker driver, and cut loose on her search for pussy satisfaction. Now he was standing looking at her with amusement in his wide brown eyes, sipping his drink.
Pat sat down on the end of the sofa and smiled up at him. "The place is yours, Mr. Hoffman. I'll wait here while you check around, if you don't mind." The robe slid off her bare legs. She made no attempt to cover up. Little wheels were spinning in her head.
"You've had no problems with the house?" he questioned her, sitting quite close.
Pat decided to tell him the truth about her situation. She found her story growing long...." and so," she finally concluded quietly, "if Ray and I separate, and it seems likely, I'd have trouble paying the rent on a place so large. I hate to burden you with my troubles, but...."
His hand patted her bare knee. Her nipples promptly began to grow firm under her gown.
"There will be no problems, Mrs. Jordan. At the worst, I own apartments near here where the rent is rather low. All you have to do is call me. Meanwhile, if there is any way I can help...." He sat smiling at her. Waiting.
Pat leaned back and crossed her long legs. The robe slithered away, revealing a tiny tuft of blonde hair showing between her curving thighs. Lynn's steady panting wasn't doing much to help her think clearly. He kept cocking his head and listening to the erotic sounds drifting down the stairs.
"Most of my needs are being met," Pat told him.
"But not all," he interrupted quickly. His hand brushed over the back of her neck.
Pat covered her erect nipples with her arm. I could do much worse than Roger Hoffman, she thought to herself. She knew he was very wealthy. About her age. His quick smile and easy, relaxed manner made talking with him most pleasant. But she did feel completely naked, and aroused, the way his eyes kept wandering over the hills and valleys of her figure. His hand stroking the back of her neck made her so darn hot she felt she would melt and run down into the sofa cushions if he didn't stop. Not that she wanted him to.
"Be back in just a minute," he said, standing up abruptly. "Don't move."
Pat did, though. She mixed herself a strong drink and cuddled up on the sofa while he walked through the downstairs rooms and scribbled quick notes to himself. He was upstairs quite a while, and when he came down the long flight, Pat's tummy did a quick flip. The erection bulging in his slacks looked large enough to make her wonder if she could handle him. If things worked out that wayand she intended they should!
He shoved his hard cock around in his shorts before he sat down beside her and took the drink she extended to him.
"Your ... um ... guests were not disturbed. They didn't even know I was there." He took a long drink. "Jesus!" he blurted out. "She screws like tomorrow just isn't ever going to come. Like she was starved for cock."
Pat smiled softly. "I have been known to act that way, myself. With the right provocation."
She had deliberately loosened the tie around her waist. When she leaned toward him, her tits almost escaped from the pink nylon.
His hand caressed the back of her neck. Her hand came to rest, lightly, on his leg. He leaned over, his lips brushing against her hot cheek.
He said, "It's only fair to tell you ... ummm ... I sometimes have trouble with women," he said.
"It can't be that it doesn't come up," Pat teased.
He grinned broadly. "No. It isn't that. As you've noticed, I'm sure. But, sometimes ... well, I'm built rather large."
"How large?" Pat asked quickly.
"If I don't get too turned on, about nine inches."
"Oh!"
Now she was sure it was going to be a while before Jerry and Lynn saw her. Just before their lips met, she whispered, "I'll try not to get you too turned on." How I lie, she thought.
His kiss was warm. Sweet. Long. His tongue flicked over her parted lips and darted inside. Her nipple rose stiffly under the pressure of his hand cupping her bare boob. Pat sighed softly and leaned back. His tongue trailed down her neck and dragged with tantalizing slowness over her flinty nipple tip. He slid down to his knees, his elbow brushing her legs apart.
"The scent of your hot cunt is driving me batty," he groaned. Pat spread her legs and eased forward on the cushion. His fingertips brushed down between her thighs, spreading her wide open. He stared hotly at her tiny pink clit pushing up out of her moist cunt lips. With a low groan, he covered her pussy with his open mouth. He ate her with all the loving tenderness that Larry had shown, but his tongue stretched even farther into the wetness of her quivering tunnel.
"Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmmm," Pat heard herself purring. She was so hot she was determined they were going to fuck all night long, no matter how big he might get or how much it may hurt to take his cock. Nine inches! She shuddered deliciously, just the thought of having so big a cock inside her making her come with quick little fluttering motions of her cunt walls.
He pulled her toward him, lifting her knees up to her breasts. His tongue made her gasp with pleasure, licking from her tingling clit between her cunt lips, down into her warm ass, flickering into her quivering brown asshole, back up to her clit that stood up so eagerly for his touch.
Pat abandoned herself completely to the delights of being eaten by such an expert pussy man. Her hips rolled smoothly under the lapping pressure of his tongue. Her fingers trailed down over her clit, tugging it up and out for him to suck. Little hot flashes zipped and zinged through her writhing body.
She moaned, "Oh God! I don't care if we ever get around to fucking. Tonight, that is. Eat me, Roger. Eat me. Eat me. You are so fantastic with your tongue!"
He lifted his head and flashed a quick smile. "Your cunt is so hot and alive, I can't believe it. You taste as sweet as honey in there."
His thumb sank deeply into her cunt. She felt his middle finger press against her tight asshole. Then his thumb and finger squeezed together and worked in her cunt and bottom while his tongue made her shake as though she were freezing cold, flicking back and forth over her swollen clit.
"I'm coming, Roger. Coming, coming, coming!" she chanted. Every time the word slipped out, her hips rocked against the teasing drag of his fingers sliding in and out of her holes. Her hands squeezed her aching breasts. Her eyes were wet with tears of passion. If only her husband would make love to her this way! She'd never let him out of the house. They would happily starve to death, fucking their lives away on their big bed.
He released her and stood up, reaching for his zipper. Pat fell to her knees in front of him, her hands brushing his away from his cock.
"Let me take him out," she pleaded. Her shaking fingers tugged his trousers open and reached inside. "Oh. It won't come out. It's so big and it's stuck in there!"
Her hands ripped the top button off his pants. She pushed his shirt up his stomach and knelt, wide-eyed, staring at the huge cock that was pointing straight at her mouth.
"Oh. Oh, my!" she breathed. Her hands closed around his pulsing monster. He moved toward her, brushing his enormous cocktip back and forth over her parting lips. Gently, he nudged it partly inside. Her jaws opened achingly wide. She could not take all of him. Not nearly enough! She whimpered. He was so damn big and wide and long!
Roger stepped back, shrugging out of his shirt. His hand swept the ash trays and magazines from the long coffee table in front of her sofa. He lay down on his back on the polished wood.
"Stand over me. Slide my cock up and down against your cunt. Get me wet. It will be easier to take me."
Pat spread her feet, slowly lowering her pussy over his tool until the head nestled between her lips. She felt the hot pressure of his hardness opening her cunthole. It stretched. And stretched!
"Aaaaaahhh," she sighed. "I feel so damn weak. I can hardly stand up. It's going in. Ooooooo! It's splitting me in two."
She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to ease down on him, feeling him penetrating her spasming cunthole farther and farther. Pat bent her head down, and gasped when she saw how much cock was still waiting to slide into her cunt.
He said quietly, "You can take it. Really. Try to relax. Move up and down. Slowly. Once it's all the way in, you'll love it."
His hands closed around her thighs, pulling her down. She groaned, but now she was sitting on his legs. She could feel her muscles ease their quivering tension. Just a little.
"Do I ... do I have it all in me now?" she whispered. "I'm afraid to move very much. Or even look."
She leaned back a little. Her hands pressed down on her stomach. She could feel him swelling inside of her. She gasped, and lay down on him. Weakly. "Uh! There. That's a little better."
His hips began sliding his immense cock in and out of her quivering, packed hole. After a few strokes, it was easier! Her cunt adjusted to him. She could feel his rigid cockhead against the very bottom of her tunnel. Her hand slid between their bodies to feel her cunt lips stretched tightly around his prong. Her clit felt numb. In shock.
"Ummmm," Pat crooned softly. "I have never ever felt anything like this. You ... you do it to me, Roger. I'm just going to hang on to you. I'm too chicken to move much."
He chuckled. "Told you I had trouble with women. Get up a minute. Sit on the sofa. I'll get between your legs. You can hold it, and work my cock however it feels best to you."
A moment later, she sighed, "That's better. You ... you're not going to come, are you?"
Her voice sounded high pitched to her. Like a little girl pleading to have her cherry taken, but hoping it wouldn't hurt her too much.
Now he was easing in and out of her packed cunt, with long, smooth strokes. She saw a hot flush of color spreading over his broad chest and traveling up his neck to his drawn face. His eyes were misty and dreamy looking. How he loved to fuck. Too! She knew every nerve in his body was strung out tautly. She realized she often screwed with her eyes closed, concentrating on getting off time after time. But with Roger, she didn't want to come. She didn't want him to come, either. She wanted to fuck forever. She was fascinated by the man and his cock, and by the way he fucked her so thoroughly but so gently. Her hands rested softly on his strong thighs, feeling the muscles working, feeling the tension building in him.
Pat whispered, "Don't come. Please don't come. This is too wonderful to end. Even for a little while. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking ... fucking ... fucking ... fucking."
With no warning at all, her orgasm suddenly lifted her up off the sofa and mashed her tits against his chest. It took her breath away. It left her pale and gasping as his cock pushed into her hole and he began lunging in and out, faster and faster. She felt like she was on fire! His cock suddenly erupted, seeming to swell twice as thick inside her. The hot lava heat from his cum spread out and down her thighs and up through her quivering stomach.
He did not stop! To her joy, his cock slid more easily, dragging his cum out of her pussy to trickle down into her open ass cheeks. He seemed to grow even bigger. His balls slapped against her wet flesh. The sound drove Pat right out of her mind!
"Fuck me, Roger!! Oooooo FUCK ME!"
His hands lifted her knees up to her chest. He rammed into her snatch, his cock squishing erotically, pumping his cum out around his wide shaft. He suddenly pulled out, and knelt down to suck hungrily on her pussy. He lapped her flowing slit, pulling her cheeks open and running his tongue down the wet path to her asshole. She rocked back and forth, moaning and coming again as he tongue fucked her.
"Uh ... what are you doing?" she gasped. He had moved away and was pulling her down and turning her over so she lay with her stomach on the cushion and her knees wide apart on the floor.
"Shove back. Open up!" His massive cock stretched her soft asscheeks wider and wider apart until she felt she would split open. His huge, throbbing tool was suddenly gone! Completely up her tight, aching asshole! There was no more cock to take!
"Oh, mother, mother," she moaned. "That hurts. But it hurts so damn good. Ummmm. Ummmmm. Ummmmm."
She tried desperately to relax. To just lie on her stomach and let him fuck her ass, spreading her knees wide. She heard him begin to rumble his pleasure, deep in his throat. His cock fucked into the tender flesh of her hot butt. Soft groans of delight escaped his lips. He thrust forward, sliding his hand down underneath to her pussy slit. He felt his cum and her flowing juice seeping out to cover her pussy hair as it brushed teasingly against his balls swinging down against her cunt.
His eyes locked on his hard tool disappearing completely into the snug opening between the twin cheeks of her ass. He groaned, drawing himself out slightly and watching her tender pink assflesh pulling out with him, then disappearing again back inside with his inward plunge. He picked up the pace, reaming into her asshole with a wild rhythm, in and out, in and out, deep up into the warm clasping hole of her quivering ass.
Pat dug her nails into her palms and bit at her lower lip. She felt his cock was coming clear up through her body. She knew a fresh tide of excitement, wanting his massive rod buried deeper and even harder in the channel of her ass. She reached down to feel his swinging balls. She wanted to feel his hot load surge into her straining butt. Pat moaned and added to his building pressure with quick, snapping movements of her hot ass. She panted hoarsely.
"Jesus! Fuck my ass. Fuck it harder. Fuck it!!"
"You love getting your cock this way, don't you?" he gasped. "You love me to fuck your ass."
"Yes! Yes, I love it," she screamed. "Whip me. Slap me. Hurt me! I'm going crazy, I'm so fucking hot. Uh ... you're coming! Commmiiinnnggg!"
"Wiggle your ass. Keep moving. Fuck me back," he grated harshly. His control had vanished. He smashed his cock into her asshole, coming with great spurts of red-hot juice, drowning her flaming butt with an ocean of raging cum.
"Aaaahhh! Eeeegghhh!" Pat whimpered, wincing with every hard slap of his hand across her butt cheeks as his cock emptied into her. He jerked out of her ass and whipped his rod deep into her cunt, still coming and coming. His finger jammed down over her clit, rubbing her into a wild orgasm that made hot tears spill down her flushed face. Then, suddenly, he was out of her, falling back on the rug, holding his tool with both hands.
With a calmness that was hard for her to believe, he said very quietly, "Well now. So much for Round One. Want to rest a bit, or are you all ready to go again?"
Pat slid down to the floor, staring at him. And at his cock. It was still erect!
"I don't believe all this," she muttered in awe. "Where have you been all my life? Christ, I never thought I could take you up my cunt even. But you fuck so beautifully you even reamed the hell out of my poor asshole, and I loved every stroke! And you kiss me, and love me, and beat me and pound my sore asshole-you are an unbelievable lover. A perfect lover!"
Her shaking hands wiped the sweat from her face. He pulled her to her feet and said softly, "Why don't we hit the shower? And do it some more. And by the way, you should introduce me to your guests. Just common courtesy. Right?"
CHAPTER TEN
"Well! Where the hell did they go?" Pat asked. The bedroom was empty! Pat and Roger stood naked on the deep rug, drying off with the bath towels they carried in with them.
"If they are as hungry as I am, they are downstairs, raiding the refrigerator," Roger grinned. "Let's go look."
Pat shook her head and laughed. "Food was the last thing I was thinking about. I'm sorry, Roger. I'm a terrible hostess."
"No apology needed. If you can cook as well as you fuck, I'll try to have your husband transferred to Alaska, and move in with you."
She asked, hopefully, "Are you serious?"
He pulled her to him, his long cock pressing against her cunt mound. His tongue probed into her soft wet mouth. Her asshole tingled under the teasing pressure of his fingertip.
"Now that I've said the words, they sound pretty good to me," he said. "Let's give this some time, and see what happens to us. Now, how about some food?"
When they padded into the kitchen, the aroma of hamburgers grilling on a charcoal fire teased their nostrils. Jerry and Lynn were standing stark naked in the small patio just outside the door.
"Figured you would be ready to chow down, after what we saw you two doing on the sofa," Lynn smiled at Pat.
Her eyes fastened on Roger's cock swinging as he pushed the door open and strode out to shake her hand. "Oh, my!" she gasped. She glanced at Pat. "Did you take all that in you?"
Pat nodded happily, and hugged Lynn. "And I loved every wonderful stroke. Just you wait!"
Jerry looked doubtfully at Roger's huge tool. "You won't be able to walk straight for a whole week," he kidded Lynn.
They polished off the burgers very quickly. Lynn ate facing Roger, with her leg flung over the arm of her chair. Her eyes seldom left his long cock draped over his thigh. Her fingers kept twitching.
"Are you going to loan him to me, Pat?" she pleaded. "Just for a few minutes?"
Pat smiled and waved her hand graciously. "It's up to him. And Jerry. But forget that 'few minutes' bit. Not with this man." She leaned over and whispered in Lynn's ear.
"Oh, oh," Lynn giggled happily. "To have a man like him for a neighbor...."
"Would have me wandering around our house all alone, just jacking off," Jerry finished for her. But he smiled when his horny wife skipped over to perch on Roger's lap, facing him. Her tiny hands urged his tool into throbbing life. It stood up between her legs like a pole, almost touching her small breasts. She kept moving her hips and rubbing her open cunt against his hardness.
"Whewiee!" she muttered to herself. "Where will I ever put all this cock?"
She found out, five minutes later. Upstairs, on the big bed, under the tiny spotlights glowing down on her.
Jerry stood beside the bed, his dick hard as a rock. He leaned over to watch Lynn's slim-legs open and her thin little cunt lips stretch to let Roger's thick prick push into her cunt.
"I would never have thought she could handle all that," he said to himself. "Ouch! Easy, Pat. Don't suck quite so hard."
Pat pushed him down on the bed beside the hot body of his wife who was moaning steadily as Roger's heavy cock drilled into her. Jerry's dick seemed so small in her mouth, but he tasted delicious. Pat kept purring and licking and sucking. She moved over closer to Roger and lewdly opened her legs, shoving her cunt within easy reach of his hand. She bit down hard on Jerry when her body jerked from the thrill of Roger's strong finger pushing into her tender cunthole.
No one said a word. The room was filled with Lynn's steady panting and the slippery squish of Pat's cunt clamping down around the intruding fingers. She moaned softly when Lynn's hand crept over her thigh and down to her open pussy. The two fingers now probing her cunt made her whimper with little gasps of estatic joy.
"Aaaaarrrggghhh!" Jerry suddenly groaned. His cock jerked wildly in Pat's mouth, trying hard to come. He could squirt only a few small drops. She guessed his wife had drained him while she and Roger were madly fucking in the living room. He eased away from Pat, holding his dick. His eyes watched the mirrored images of Lynn's shapely legs waving in the air as her hips rolled under the steady thrusts of Roger's heavy prong.
"I'm watching ninety-eight miles of cock fucking my wife's pussy," he muttered. "Don't see how she takes all that dick."
Pat was much too hot to just lie and watch. She pushed the panting girl over on her side and slid underneath her, and then pulled Lynn back over on top.
"Fuck us both, Roger. Please. First her, and then me. Switch back and forth. I'm willing to share you, but not a hundred percent. Oh! Yes, yes, yes! Like that. That feels heavenly. I'm empty. And then I'm so full!"
Roger spread their legs, watching his cock dip into first one cunt and then the other. Back and forth. Back and forth. Lynn kept coming over and over again, but each time his thick cock eased in, her cunt grabbed for him and squeezed with all her strength.
He pushed their legs wider and pulled back, holding their pussies double stacked and rubbing his long shaft against their slippery flesh. Pat felt a quick climax ripple through her. Then another! Her clit was red hot from the friction of his hard tool grinding against it, and it stuck out so stiffly that it looked like a tiny bright-pink prick.
"Stay in mejor a minute," Pat pleaded. "I have to get off, really big. Have to! Fuck me. Real hard."
Roger lifted her up off of Lynn and shifted over to slam his heavy tool to the very bottom of her cunt. He fucked steadily, making her grit her teeth and grab her bouncing boobs. He brought her off twice.
The moment Roger pulled out of Pat, Lynn was on him! She straddled his body and sat on his upright pole, forcing it in her slippery snatch with one quick snap of her hips.
"Screw me," she gasped. "You have the greatest cock in the whole fucking world! Do me. Do me. Do me!"
She leaned over and tried to swallow Jerry's stiff dick. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused. Her tiny nipples stood up, brittle and pointed. Her movements became uncoordinated. She was screwing herself out of her mind!
Suddenly she released Jerry's aching dick. Her hands flew up to clutch her breasts. Her hips churned furiously, driving every hard inch of Roger's massive tool in and out of her cunt with awkward, jerking lunges.
"Coming!" she screamed shrilly. "I'm coommiiinngggg!!"
Every muscle in her body tensed. She abruptly sat stock still on Roger, quivering. Her legs snapped open. Shut. Open. Closed again. The color drained from her face. Roger caught her as she swayed, and gently laid her down on the bed beside him.
"Jesus!" Jerry breathed. "I've never seen her come that way. Or pass out." He pulled her close to him, kissing her pale cheeks.
"She'll be okay in a few minutes," Pat told him.
Roger stretched, then massaged his thigh muscles. "You know it's getting light in this room? Must be morning already. And I have a million things to attend to. Including hiring the painters. Pat, let's knock off for a while. I'll call you this evening. The crew should be here around noon. Let them do it all. They'll cover everything so no paint splatters around."
Pat pouted, but decided not to push her luck. "Call me? For sure?"
He playfully rumpled her hair and slid his arm around her. Together they went to the living room, where Pat very regretfully watched his dick disappear behind his fly. Then his heavy Lincoln rumbled down the driveway, and she suddenly felt very lonely.
When Jerry and Lynn went home, she was close to tears. But still hot to screw. And that was the worst of it. Fucking a terrific man like Roger only sharpened her appetite for hard cock.
The painters showed up at the stroke of twelve, but Pat's mood was bitchy. She refused to accept the color of the paint they wanted to use. She angrily told them to come back tomorrow. Her cunt was so itchy she wandered around the lonely house, fingering herself.
"Well, the hell with this," she told her image in her bedroom mirror. "The Buick runs. I'm taking off for the beach."
She struggled into a bright yellow string bikini, her flesh already sticky from the July heat. Her short robe covered her enough to be decent, if she stopped for a cool drink somewhere.
The car spluttered and coughed, but it would not start. Pat swore and slammed the door. It caught her robe and she tore it as she wrenched away.
"This is the last fucking straw," she stormed. She banged the patio gate behind her and ripped off the robe. She ran toward the pool to dunk and cool off, but she tripped over the garden hose and sprawled flat on the coping. Her head crunched against the metal pool ladder. Then everything went black!
Ever so slowly, the gray mist obscuring her vision began to clear. Her eyes fluttered open, to stare dully at the anxious face peering down at her. She was lying on her back on the grass, with her head on the lap of a man she slowly came to recognize as her new neighbor on the other side of her house from Jerry's.
"Are you all right?" he asked. "I was in my yard, puttering around and I heard a funny sound. You were out cold! Lucky you didn't fall in the pool."
Pat tried to sit up, but groaned and fell back, rubbing her head.
"Better lie still a minute," he told her. His hands brushed her hair back from her eyes. She could feel his dick suddenly swelling against the back of her neck. He cleared his throat, but his words stuck there. He eased her head down his legs and off his cock.
"Sorry about that," he mumbled. "You get me excited. I-I haven't held a beautiful woman like you on my lap for ... much too long." He kept flicking nervous glances at his kitchen window, through the vines growing over the chain link fence. "My wife ... is not too sexy. It's been a long time...." his voice trailed off.
Pat smiled a little and turned her head to nestle her cheek against the erection swiftly growing under his brief shorts.
"I understand," she said quietly. "Don't apologize. Be glad you are a man. Oh, yes! Very much a man."
He drew in his breath sharply, looking down past her half-exposed breast at the tip of his cock sneaking down his leg. His body jerked and he coughed nervously when her tongue impulsively flicked out to graze over his dick. He watched, almost in shock, as his erection grew fuller and fuller.
Pat moved her head back and opened her mouth. As his cock grew, it rose higher and higher, trembling against her lips. She gingerly rolled over, very slowly, and eased her mouth down over him.
"Oh, no," he whispered. "You mustn't. My wife ... if she sees you doing this ... oh, fuck her! I don't care. It feels too good!"
Her fingers stole through the bush of gray hair growing above his throbbing prick, teasing him till he was fully erect. He sat there, sweating, with his dick pulsing and leaping as her soft tongue bathed him with loving touches.
His fingers quickly fumbled with his buckle. She tugged his shorts down, never stopping the smooth gliding of her mouth, up and down, up and down. Her head throbbed. She felt dizzy from the hard blow she'd taken, but no mere headache could keep her from sucking his tool. He tasted very, very good. Hard. Hot. Wet. And he was so hungry for what she was doing!
"This is mad. Utterly mad," he whispered. "Greta will boil me in oil if she looks out her window."
"Do you want me to stop?" Pat asked, lifting her head.
"Nooooo! It's too late to stop. Much too late."
"We could go in my house, if you like."
He groaned. "I'll never be able to get on my feet." But he was wrong.
The moment he closed the door behind them, his hands went for her bikini bottom. In a twinkling he had her naked and down on the kitchen table. He hoisted her legs and fell on her muff like a hot kid.
Pat spread her cunt open and urged him to enjoy himself. She cushioned her aching head on the hard wood with her hand and listened to the horny licking of his busy tongue in her cunt. He was damn good! Perfect! What a cunt lapper! She came hotly up on her elbows, watching his talented tongue swirling swiftly around on her clit. Little quick comes made the table shake under her.
"Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmm," she purred, like a cat. "It was worth this awful bump on my head to get sucked like this. You are very, very good with your mouth."
He lifted his wet mouth and grinned happily at her. "My cock may have slipped into retirement, but this I can do!"
He looked down at himself, and did a quick double take.
"Oh, Greta, what you're missing! I'm hard as a brick! And dripping like I was sixteen! Jesus! Can't waste this!"
His hands slid under her ass and lifted her up a little. Pat guided his madly jumping tool into the slickness of her well-sucked cunt. It always amazed her how her pussy could adjust to so many different sizes. They all felt so fucking good! She was shamelessly and joyfully screwing a total stranger on her own hard table, and loving every juicy stroke. She thanked her lucky stars that Roger was a swinger. As wonderful as his huge dork had felt, Pat knew she would still want other hard cocks inside her, no matter how long she and Roger might live together. There were so many men m the world to try out.
"Fuck me," she heard herself saying. "Mmmm.
Fuck me."
Her voice turned him on even more. "Greta never opens her damn yap," he growled. "Can't get a fucking chirp out of her no matter how hard I bang her cunt. I don't see how I keep from blowing the head of my dick right off. I'm so charged up, I feel like I'm just one huge cock standing here."
"You are certainly no Tiny Tim," Pat murmured. Her fingers spread her wet lips open so he could see how her pink clit twitched in response to his hard-driving strokes.
"No! Please don't do that," he groaned. "It's too much. Too sexy. I'm going to close my eyes and just screw." A second later he said, "No, I'm not. Damn it. I want to see everything that's happening to me. This is too rare to miss!"
Pat came so hard and so suddenly her head slammed against the table top. But her hips kept working his cock in and out of her dripping twat. And he kept right on screwing and screwing. The table thumped against the kitchen wall, with a dull beat. Her lungs began to labor, gulping for air. He fucked her frantically, making up for his long period without any sex. He never touched her breasts or her red clit. His cock churned with youthful glee, in and out. He held her legs in a vise grip, every muscle in his body rigidly tense. His cock pounded her cunt like he had a tender little chick he'd found at his high school dance, and she was his first piece of ass.
"So good. Oh, oh so good!" he kept repeating. "I'm never going to come. We're going to fuck all afternoon. All night! We'll screw until my cock falls off ... until ... ooooo shit! Damn it all! It's shooting off! It's shooting in your cunt!"
His nails ripped into her flesh. He poured an ocean of hot cum in her clenching pussy. Pat moaned and climaxed right with him, raising half up off the table, clutching hotly at him. He stepped back, staring at his cock jerking little spurts of cum into the air. She covered his dick with her mouth and drained every drop out of his tool, rubbing his trembling butt with her soft hands while she licked and squeezed him dry.
"Woof!" he exploded. "Can't believe what we did. And ... and I'm still hot to go! Don't even feel like I came. Wow! I can't thank you enough, Mrs. Jordan. Oh, shit! How silly and formal can I get?"
Pat said softly, "I want to thank you. Until I woke up with my head on your lap, it had been one hell of a lousy day for me. You changed all that. I'm very grateful."
He happily scooped up his shorts and flipped them up over his shoulder. His half erect cock swung proudly as he stepped through her kitchen door.
"Gonna go bang Greta! If she gives me any static, I'll slap her ass. Time she shaped up. See you later," he grinned happily back at her.
Pat heard him whistling as he strode briskly through the patio gate. She smiled to herself.
"Sorry about this, Greta baby. Get ready to enjoy one sore pussy. Yours! He's lost a big rusty load-and twenty years-this afternoon."
She flopped on her bed, and soon slipped off to dream about nine-inch cocks. And grateful gray-haired men smiling at her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The jangling of the phone woke Pat, in the mid-afternoon. She struggled to get awake, listening to Roger's deep voice asking her about her plans for the rest of the day.
"Haven't any, really," she told him. "I'd love to be with you."
Just the sound of his voice made her nipples stand up and her pussy suddenly become moist.
"I suppose this would come under the heading of getting to know you better," Roger was saying.
"I have a business interest in the Male-Female Institute, up in the hills. Have to run up there and check out a few things. I'd like you to come along."
"Love to. Really! But what should I wear?"
He chuckled. "Couldn't matter less. It's a clothing optional summer resort. Most everyone runs around bare ass. They have seminars and workshops to help people explore themselves. And each other, too! And a terrific pool, and a huge Jacuzzi that is something to experience. Pick you up in half an hour."
Pat didn't see a thing on the way up into the rolling green hills. She sat close to him, staring at his handsome face and trying hard to pay attention to what he was saying about the Institute. Her hand stroking his cock through his slacks made her mind wander from his explanation of the values of sun bathing and the explorations of personality development at the seminar sessions.
She stayed close to him as he checked the ground facilities and chatted with the resident manager. Little groups of nude people were talking and sunbathing on the stretched of green lawn. Others were playing volleyball or tennis. Some of the guests were as white as Pat, and some had beautifully deep over-all tans. She was surprised at how friendly everyone was, and at the easy, relaxed atmosphere that made the nudity seem so natural.-Men were putting suntan lotion on their wives and girlfriends, but she saw few erections and no one balling on the lawns.
After Roger had showed her the seminar rooms, richly carpeted and stacked with huge mounds of soft pillows on which guests reclined during the discussions, he led her up a winding path that curved behind a tall stand of trees.
"You'll find this interesting, Pat," he smiled. "There's a therapy massage group in the hydropool now. With your figure, everyone will be delighted to show you what happens. I'll be here. Just relax. And get out of those clothes."
When they strolled into the area where the huge Jacuzzi sparkled in the sunlight, Pat caught her breath. There were a dozen nude men and women in the water. There was no conversation. Nor any need for it. While she stripped, Pat watched both men and women being floated in the warm, bubbling water, and groups gathered around the floating figures, stroking and massaging gently. Her nipples instantly grew rigid. Most of the men had huge erections! Their hands were everywhere on the goose bumpy skin of the floating women.
She had only a second to admire Roger's naked, muscular body before two of the men eased out of the pool and held out their hands to her. She slipped into the blissfully warm water with them and let them show her how to float on the supporting knee of one of the men while the others began softly stroking her tingling body.
Pat floated in a dreamy state of suspended animation, the water as it filled her ears seemed to seal her off from the world of reality. She was intensely hot, but oddly relaxed at the same time. There had been no one fucking in the pool that she'd seen. But the session had just begun. If it happened, it happened. If not, she had Roger to take home.
The events of the past few days flickered in quick images on the screen of her mind. She was sure Ray would take off, and that Roger would be the man in her life. Always being hard up, and always searching for strange men to fuck her was no way to live, she told herself. A nympho like her needed a steady cock to call her own. And the freedom to experience other studs, if only to make her even more content with Roger.
Her idle reverie was interrupted by a man's hand stealing between her parted legs. A slim feminine hand massaged her tingling clit while she felt both her hands being guided up warm male thighs to two huge cocks that throbbed in her closing fists. Soft mouths sucked on her erect nipples. There seemed to be hundreds of hands stroking her from head to foot. Her heart thudded in her ears while she floated and waited eagerly for whatever would happen next. She felt weightless, as though she were gliding through outer space.
There it was! The touch of a cockhead pressing against her cunt lips. A second later she felt another hard dick easing up between her asscheeks. Her body jerked with excitement, but countless hands softly stroked her tingling body, calming and soothing her.
Fingers massaged her breasts, holding them firm while one mouth after another sucked on her rigid nipples. The hard pricks screwing her pussy and her asshole stroked alternately. She was never without a hard cock inside her. She felt the cocks changing as the men floated around her. Some were huge. Some small. But they all felt good to Pat. Sometimes she had a cock fucking her ass, but only skillful fingers working in her pussy. Minutes later a dick would be stroking her smooth cuntwalls while fingers assfucked her. To her astonishment, she never climaxed! She was on a sexual high that had no swings, neither up to the ecstasy of an orgasm nor the lonely feeling of any empty cunt. In a way, Pat felt she was always coming, but never peaking with any intense drive for a crashing climax. Never had she experienced such communal fucking. Such love! Such kissing and touching.
She slowly realized there were now no cocks in her, and all the hands were trailing down her body, and away. She was gently brought up to a standing position in the water, and held closely while she made the long, slow, reluctant trip back to the real world.
When her eyes opened, Roger was holding her around her waist. Her arms stole around his neck. Their bodies floated together. They kissed, drifting away into a comer of the pool. His long cock lifted against her cunt. Her legs parted. He eased into her. Now they were in deeper water. His hands pushed her slightly away from him. She floated free, held up by his rigid cock buried in her smooth slick pussy. With every easy step he took, he fucked her hole. Ever so gently. His cock sank to the bottom of her cunt, then eased back. The sensations thrilling Pat were different than any she had ever known.
The afternoon sun slanted through the trees, making patches of sun and shadow through which they floated and made love. With cock and cunt, hands and eyes, tongues and finger tips. They saw no one else, although couples were screwing all around them.
Along one side of the pool, four women lay on their backs with their open legs dangling in the water. Men-and other women-floated along the line, licking the open pussies in a relaxed orgy of oral sex. The naked bodies in the pool ebbed and flowed in a constantly changing combination of touching, loving, and screwing men and women as the sun hung low on the horizon.
Pat floated with her eyes closed, concentrating on how wonderful Roger felt inside her. Time seemed to stand still. She was utterly content for the first time in all her life. Her frantic struggles for a climax, before Ray would come and turn over and snore, seemed like a bad dream. Her crazy escapades with her neighbors and the mini-parade of cocks she had used to drive her into her desperate orgasms melted into the hazy past.
He carried her up the pool steps. They strolled arm in arm through the grassy park, toward the parking lot. Their skins were dried and wonderfully soft when Pat lay down on the broad car seat with a long sigh. Her knees lifted. Her cunt opened like a flower to his mouth. He ate her with such gentle licks and sucks she wanted to cry for joy.
Pat pulled him up on her and guided his cock into her softness. Her legs locked firmly around him. They fucked ever so slowly at first, but soon the heavy car was rocking as his hard cock churned her hot cunt juice into a white froth. "Fuck me. Fuck me!"
He grew steely hard. Her cunt clamped down. They screwed faster and faster. Every inch of his long rod was buried far up in her pussy. She suddenly felt the heavy surge of his cum, boiling up through his long shaft. He felt her cunt gripping him like a marvelous velvet vise, squeezing, rippling, milking his hot load into her spasming fuckhole.
Pat's arms and legs drifted limply down from his body. His cock eased out as he moved down. She moaned softly as his mouth closed over her cunt and he began to suck her into another orgasm. She came swiftly, and then came again, sobbing quietly and twisting her fingers in his hair.
He turned her over, slowly. He tugged her along the seat until she lay over the edge with her spread knees brushing the long grass of the parking area. He opened her soft cheeks and slipped his cock into her fluttering asshole. She took all nine inches of him, without a single whimper. He fucked her with strong, steady strokes, looking down at her asshole stretching in a hot circle around his thick dick.
His climax stole upon him without warning. He exploded deep in her quivering ass, holding her tightly while his cock released his burning load of cum, but to Pat's joy, his erection held firm and full.
He turned her face up, easing his cock back into her slippery cunt. His rod stroked her tender pussy as though he was fucking her for the very first time, back on the sofa in her living room.
Pat was half out of her mind. Screwed out, but still hot to keep fucking. She shifted under him until she could get her legs open wider. Her hands pulled her cunt lips apart and teased her clit up erect and out in the open so they could watch it reacting to the friction of his cock. Her fingers pinched it, rubbing herself from one shuddering come into another.
Roger pulled back, lifting her legs up high. His cock again sank into her asshole. He fucked her strongly, but this time his thumb slid into her cunt and added new and even wilder sensations.
Her middle finger rubbed across her hot clit. His thumb kept sliding in and out of her cunt. His cock reamed her ass with deep strokes. She came so hard she peed all over their fingers.
"You are fucking me crazy, Roger. I'm losing all control."
"Want to stop? For a while?" he asked.
She bit her lip, but she nodded. Regretfully. "When I get so fucking gone I start peeing on my man, that's the time for a break. I need to take ten. Minutes-not inches!"
"Nothing wrong in pissing when you're really hot. But go tinkle the dull way, if you want to." He grinned at her, teasing. "I'll meet you in the sauna. It's that wide door beside the washrooms. Don't be long."
Pat weaved like a drunk, but she smiled feebly and waved away the extended hands of the park guests who would have steadied her as she made her way to the washroom. They smiled and understood perfectly how wobbly she felt. Pat sat on the pot and tinkled and tinkled, massaging her forehead with her fingers. How could she feel so good and yet so utterly screwed down at the same time? Life with Roger was truly something else! She patted her pussy dry, and giggled like a hot kid when it snapped at her fingers. It wanted to fuck even more!
She heaved against the heavy sauna door. God, she was getting weak! The cold shower, inside, revived her, and the inner door to the hot room didn't give her so much trouble getting it open. She searched in the murky gloom for Roger. The wooden benches were filled with perspiring naked men and women. Fucking like mad!
There were two women, side by side, on their knees on the bench slats. Their heads rose and fell in unison as they sucked two heavy cocks. Next to them, two women were leaning back with their heels hooked on the edge of the bench, watching two hot bitches eat their pussies. Only the sounds of cocks and cunts being sucked and the heavy breathing of the sweating members broke the silence of the hot room.
"Up here, Pat. The bench."
She made her way up to him, stepping carefully between the shifting bodies. Pat peered up at him in the steamy darkness and instantly felt the first pangs of real jealousy that she had ever experienced. His arms were around two curvy chicks and his hands were full of soft boobies. A slim redhead knelt between his legs sucking on his cock.
Pat reached up quickly and slipped her finger up the girl's pussy. The sucking bitch just clamped her cunt around Pat's finger and chewed on Roger all the harder! Pat switched to her asshole, but she still clung to his delicious cock and just wiggled her ass hotly.
"Shit! What's it take to pry this female away from you?"
She tried to step up and over a body lying on the last bench between her and her man, but she lost her balance and sat down heavily on a sweating man.
"Stay a while," he smiled. He pulled her cunt open with his quick fingers and snapped his sweaty cock into her hole.
"God damn, are you ever hard," she gasped. "Whoever you are. Easy. Easy. That little cunt has seen valiant duty today!"
He fucked her slick pussy with short, quick strokes. His hands reached up for the redhead's ass, and pulled her cunt down over his upturned mouth. His probing tongue and pussy-slurping cock added to the blend of horny sounds that were turning Pat on in spite of her anger at not being able to get up beside Roger. Her hands stretched up for his long cock, to keep it for herself until she could break free of the hot cock screwing her.
"Excuse me," she whispered, reaching down to tug his hard dork out of her pussy. She climbed on Roger's lap, facing him, shoving sweaty female legs away from him. He released the tits he'd been playing with and pulled her close to him. His cock went straight home to Pat, but the women on each side of him didn't give up that easily. Their hands pulled Pat back as she sat on his slippery legs, and their hands tugged his dork out of her. One woman jacked him, while the other hot female fingerfucked Pat's wide open cunt.
She could feel Roger's cock growing stiffer than ever. One soft hand was massaging his cockshaft while another rubbed his cockhead around and around at the entrance to Pat's quivering cunthole. Her legs closed around his. She pushed the women away and sank his cock far up into her, riding him smoothly, panting in the extreme heat of the sauna.
She suddenly screamed, "FUCK ME!"
Her wild shriek triggered off quick responses all over the sauna benches. Men groaned and panted loudly. Women gave high-pitched gasping cries. Sweating balls slapped against hot female flesh. She'd really triggered off a wildly noisy orgy of hot fucking people who made the benches creak with their scuffling.
The slap-slap of hard cocks being jacked off echoed among the panting whimpers of women getting their cunts and stinging assholes reamed by hard thrusting cocks.
"Now you've done it," Roger told her. "Let's get the fuck out of here. I'm ready to melt from this heat, anyway. Somehow, this mass sex scene doesn't have half the appeal for me that it used to. You've spoiled me."
They showered together, soaping each other with hot, loving touches. Their bodies were still so superheated that they wished they didn't have to get dressed to drive back to town.
As they descended the curving road, down the mountainside, the sparkling lights of the valley spread out before them looked like jewels tossed by a giant hand on a black velvet robe that covered the city.
Pat nestled very contentedly beside Roger. It had been a perfect day. Almost too good to have been true. But it had happened. How her life was changing, Pat thought. She could find no fault with Roger. None. Never had she known a man so gentle and thoughtful. Or one who could screw her until she was truly satisfied in every way. Every time.
This was the man she had to keep. But now her eyes were closing with happy fatigue. She'd think about it all tomorrow, after a long sleep, with his cock held firmly between her legs.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Pat slept so soundly her eyes seemed glued together when she finally stirred and tried to rouse herself. Her arm stretched out to touch Roger, but found only emptiness. She turned over and blinked sleepily at a note pinned to the pillow. It was hard to focus her eyes on the scribbling. Her feet impatiently kicked the clinging sheet away from her body. The sun was streaming warmly into her room.
Her room! What the hell had happened in the night? Every closet door stood wide open! Every dresser drawer was tilted out! She sat bolt upright, staring at the half-empty closets. All of her clothes were still hanging in neat rows, but everything belonging to Ray was gone!
She rubbed her eyes and tried to hold the note steady. Two different hands had written the words that swam before her eyes. Roger's quick scribble merely said, "I love you, Pat. Work to do. See you tonight. Yours, always, Roger."
Beneath his message Ray had scrawled, "Looks like you are set. Like me. Gone to live with Betty. Keep what's left in the house. I think this is best for both of us. I'll be in touch. Later, Ray."
Pat sat on the rumpled bed, not. knowing whether to laugh or cry. To have Ray out of her life, so easily, seemed a miracle! She wished Betty a sore asshole, and him lots of quick comes. Now the way was clear for Roger to come live with her. It was his own house, anyway. But he hadn't said he would. Not yet. Not for sure.
She lay back, thinking of all the bad times with Ray and the exciting days and nights of sex between the big wall mirrors reflecting her naked body.
She was determined not to look back. Never again. The future was what counted. How long and empty the day was going to be before Roger returned! Her hand found her soft pussy. Already her clit was stirring. She suddenly felt awfully lonely.
To lie around and wonder about what might happen to her was not the thing to do, she decided. She slipped out of bed and filled the tub full of bubble bath and luxuriated in the aromatic suds until her skin was soft and wrinkled. Her hands kept drifting down between her legs as she thought about fucking Roger.
She wandered back to her bedroom and stood in the sunlight, drying her hair. In spite of the bath, she felt tense inside. All she could think about was sex. Roger's enormous cock floated before her eyes. Being alone, like this, was the absolute pits! Her clit was driving her mad with its itching. She had to get laid. Quickly! But who could she find to fuck, and ease her screaming nerves?
The faint summer breeze carried the soft sound of a woman's labored breathing. She moved to the window and looked down into Jerry's bedroom. The sun slanted across his bed, revealing Lynn's naked body sprawled on the white sheets. Jerry was lying face up, but his head was buried beneath her wiggling hips. He was tongue fucking her ass, but who was the gray-haired woman hungrily sucking on his cock?
While she watched, fingering her cunt, a man came into the patch of sunlight, guiding his erect cock into Lynn's open mouth. It was her neighbor! The man who had rescued Pat when she fell, and who had so eagerly licked her cunt and fucked her silly before taking off for home to tackle his wife. The older woman sucking on Jerry must be Greta!
"He sure brought his wife back to life in a hurry," Pat smiled. It was obvious Greta loved Jerry's dick. She never stopped sucking, not when her husband slammed his cock into her cunt, nor after he tired and shoved her pussy over Lynn's up turned face. She saw Greta climax almost instantly when Lynn's hands pulled her snatch tight to her face. The woman writhed and shook, only to have her legs spread and to take Jerry's cock into her curly gray thatch.
"It's not helping me one bit to watch all this," Pat muttered. She slipped her short robe on, and stumbled downstairs in search of something cool to drink. Idly, she marveled at how age made no difference when it came to screwing. Greta is just as horny as me, Pat thought to herself, and she's twice my age. Cunts don't grow old. Just the minds that control them.
Pat tugged her robe open and rolled the cold Coke bottle over her nipples. God, how she wanted to fuck! And she had no idea of how to reach Roger. When the doorbell rang, she held her robe shut with one hand and swung the door wide.
"Bobby!" she exclaimed happily. "Come in. Is it time for you to collect for your papers again?"
He nodded grinning. "I'm dry, this time, Mrs. Jordan."
Pat hugged him, impulsively. "We could pretend you are all wet, like you were that stormy day, Bobby. Tell me, is it still seven inches long?"
His face turned red, but he smiled broadly and shook his head. "Nope. It's seven and a half now."
Pat had let her robe fall open. His eyes stared at her bare tits and the puff of blonde cunt hair between her legs. When she went down on her knees and reached for his fly, his hands eagerly helped her pull it out.
"Oh, Bobby!" Pat breathed huskily. "You have grown so much!" Her hands cupped his little ass and pulled him toward her open mouth. He slid his cock in with an eager motion that told Pat he had been doing much more than just delivering papers since last she'd seen him. He dug his heels into the carpet and fucked her mouth like the veteran of many collections from many hot housewives.
"Mmmpghhh!" Pat choked, backing away. She lost her balance and fell on her back on the floor. Quick as a flash he was on her, snapping his cock into her hole with on quick lunge of his strong hips.
"Oh, Bobby," Pat groaned happily. She struggled to unbuckle his belt and push his pants down so she could get her hands on his bare ass. "You fuck like a real man! Give it to me! Screw my pussy," she panted. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine he was a man her own age, fucking her pussy with such strong, long, manly strokes.
But he fucked with no finesse. No kissing. No light teasing touches on her boobs. No fingering of her erect clit. But ... he did FUCK! Hard. Fast. Steady. He had her moaning and coming, pushing her wiggling ass all over the carpet.
"Wait," Pat panted. "This floor is so fucking hard. Let's get up on the sofa."
The moment she was on her back again, he was into her, driving his pink cock into her cunt with wild strokes.
"Don't you ever come, Bobby?" she gasped. His attack on her cunt was so concentrated, she felt like her pussy was on fire from the mad friction of his rigid dick slamming into her.
He grunted proudly, "I come like this!" He lifted her ass up high and slammed it down on his hard joint, impaling her asshole on his rigid dick. The moment he had settled into her shithole, his cock erupted its load. He pulled out. Quickly.
"He sure can fuck," Pat told herself under her breath, "but how much he has to learn about making real love." She was sure there were women along his route who would delight in educating the young boy in all the finer points. And she would check him out every now and then. It would be something to see the young kid develop into a true stud. A real pussy master!
He was gone as quickly as he had arrived. Pat washed her tender cunt and her burning asshole. Again, she felt the loneliness making her blue. Bobby's brief fuck had only turned her on even more for Roger's long satisfying cock.
She didn't feel like getting dressed. Clothes would only make it more difficult for her to finger her pussy. When the doorbell rang again, she raced for the living room.
"Hello, Pat," the tall handsome man said quietly. "I told you I'd come calling."
"Larry!"
She flew into his arms with a glad cry. He brought with him the fresh smell of the pine forest that surrounded his cabin by the stream where he had rescued her from the would-be rapist.
She closed the door and slipped out of her robe. His hands tenderly stroked her bare back and cupped her quivering ass while they kissed. Pat pulled him down on the sofa with her, fumbling his erect cock out of his pants. He slid smoothly into her welcoming hole.
Without once stopping the smooth stroking of his cock, she got him undressed. His hands drove her wild, delving into all her secret places. Pat kept coming over and over again, her mind carryng her back to his old cabin. Her sofa became his creaky bunk. The soft upholstery became the scratchy blankets. His hands were everywhere on her body, touching, stroking, gently pinching, softly probing. When he came, much too soon for her, she clung to him. What a wild and wonderful day it was turning out to be!
"I've been thinking about you so much," he said. Then he chuckled. "Ask the chipmunks! They sit and chatter at a crazy, naked man standing in the sunlight in his cabin door, jacking off."
"We will have to find you a good woman, Larry," Pat whispered. "It's no damn good being alone. Ask me!"
They lay talking in low tones. Her hand held his cock. Her cunt happily closed around his long middle finger. This was something Pat had never enjoyed before-the tender after play of love. The sweet tenderness!
His goodbye kiss was sweet and long. His promise to call on her again, very soon, was definite and filled with anticipation of their next time together. When Pat slipped back into her robe, her cunt was content. For a while.
She wandered outside and curled up on her pool lounge, watching the shadows creep across the lawn, just daydreaming. Her head tilted back. Her robe opened. Her full tits were tinged with the golden rays of the setting sun. A soft clicking noise intruded on her thoughts.
"Beautiful. Just beautiful," she heard a man saying.
Her eyes snapped open. Her jaw fell in happy disbelief. This was really her day. Now her life was worth living! Don stood there grinning and clicking one picture after another. Pat remembered the movie Ray had bought of this mechanic fucking the young blonde chick, which took place in the same apartment where Don had fucked Pat.
In a moment, Pat remembered how fast this man moved-how she hadn't been in his apartment for five minutes before he had his cock in her. This time, she was more than ready. But he seemed fascinated by the play of the late afternoon sun on her nude body. He tugged her robe wide open and lay her flat on her back, lifting one of her knees and laying it open so the sun shone directly on her wet cunt. He snapped picture after picture, moving around and peering at her figure from all angles.
"Still on your way to being the photographer of the year?" she hotly teased him.
"There have been a few delays-like this!" He put the camera down and slid her lower on the lounge, so her open cunt was at the edge of the pad. Pat's fingers spread her pussy lips and held herself open, coming up on her elbows to watch his tongue licking into her softness. "You taste so damn good. I had forgotten."
"Fuck me with your tongue, Don. I love it. You are so good with that licking thing in me!"
Her pussy juice poured down the soft crack of her ass and flowed around her twitching asshole. It made her spread her legs and push her heels into the cushion, lifting her ass so he could burrow into her brown hole with his strong tongue.
Her quivering legs held her ass high off the cushion. Her hips bucked and shook, pushing against the erotic touches of his lapping tongue. She moaned and turned over. Her fingers spread her cheeks. His hot mouth ate her asshole, driving her from one quick climax into another.
"Fuck my ass," she whimpered hotly. "It will go in easy, I'm so wet. Do it. Do it!"
"Urn. Tight," he muttered. "So damn tight!"
"Oh God," Pat groaned an instant later. "I'm coming. Commiinnggg!"
His cock pounded into her ass. Pat lunged forward, falling flat out. His cock spurted his boiling hot cum over her shaking buns.
"Oh, it hurts. It's burning my ass," Pat groaned. "Is it in? Is it out? I can't tell, I'm so fucking out of my head."
"It's over. That's what it is," he moaned. "Christ! I'm sweating like a horse. Too fast. Too damn hot and fast!"
He stripped his shirt off and kicked free of his shoes. His arms scooped her up and tossed her into the pool. They splashed and frolicked in the cool water like kids. Pat was sure if she felt any happier, she would burst! All this mad, wonderful, crazy fucking she was getting!
They flopped, dripping on the cool grass. "Are you ready to go again?" she teased him.
"He may not be, but I'm hot to trot," Pat heard Roger's deep voice saying. Pat flipped over, to stare at his naked figure squatting on the grass beside her. "Been watching you two from upstairs. I have some adjusting to do, if I'm to come home to scenes like this!"
"Home! Oh, Roger! Do you mean it? You're moving in?"
He chuckled and hugged her tightly as she nestled against him. "Well, I didn't bring much. Just a few suitcases. And my douche bag," he kidded her. "Nice to see you again, Don."
"You know him?" Pat gasped in surprise.
"Best mechanic in town. Services all my cars," Roger grinned. "Didn't know he also serviced my woman, though."
Don shook his head ruefully, watching Roger's thick cock growing under Pat's teasing fingers.
"I guess a boy shouldn't try to handle a man's work," he smiled. "Time I shoved off, Pat. I think you'll have your hands full. And other things, too. Keep in touch, you two."
He dressed quickly, and grinned at them when he tugged his zipper up. "You needn't see me out. Probably the folks around here are curious enough already. Frankly, I'm green with envy, Roger. Wonder if you have any idea of what a terrific female you have here?"
Roger smiled, "I'm making ongoing explorations. Some deep drilling."
Pat's felt her cunt quivering. "Let's go upstairs. NOW!"
Arm in arm, they walked through the house and up to the bedroom. His hand cupped her bottom. His fingers slid up her smooth cunt. It tingled with excitement as she stepped over his suitcases scattered around on the floor.
She lay on her back, holding his hand against her hot cunt while their lips melted passionately together. When their deep, tongue-sucking kiss ended, her hand was stroking his cock with the same insistent pressure of his fingers working in her clasping hole.
"Your body is so beautiful." He bent over, nuzzling his nose into the softness of her wet cunt. He kissed and licked the warm flesh of her inner thighs.
This is what I've missed, all my life, Pat thought dreamily to herself. At last I have a man who has feelings for what I want and what I need in my loving.
Roger ate her pussy with such tenderness that her eyes brimmed full of salty tears. Her body trembled. She groaned, writhing her pussy up tighter against his mouth when he began licking her clit with just the very tip jof his tongue.
"Ummm. Ummm. Ummm," Pat moaned. "You're making me come. Already!"
His tongue plunged deeply into her clenching hole, lapping hungrily at her juicy cunt walls, letting the sweet flow of her juices fill his mouth. Her tongue licked up and down his pulsing cock. Her teeth nipped and teased. His hand pressed around the back of her neck and held her still while he fucked her in her mouth, his cock sliding in at the same time his tongue probed into her flowing pussy.
Little trembling comes kept zipping through Pat. Her thighs closed tightly around his head. Her mouth sucked him into coming with her. She swallowed his hot load, licking and biting him in an uncontrollable burst of passion.
"Now! Fuck me, Roger," she panted. "I have to feel you inside me. Have to! Right now!"
His rigid cock slid to the bottom of her cunt. Her legs lifted and locked around him. His arms slid under her body, crushing her tits to his chest. He fucked with deeply penetrating thrusts, feeling her strong legs pulling him into her. Releasing. Pulling him back again.
Her eyes opened, dreamily. She watched the play of silvery light from the ceiling spotlights glow on his smoothly rippling muscles. Her cunt quivered ecstatically around his rigid cock. The room grew darker as the summer sun dropped below the horizon.
Her mouth found his. She sucked his probing tongue in rhythm with the deep strokes of his cock gliding in and out of her pussy. Locked tightly in each other's embrace, Pat felt the strongest orgasm of her life building up inside her. At last, everything was just as it should be. Her long search for her perfect lover was over.
