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.
Jill Martin 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.
HITCHHIKING WIFE-a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Jill tugged the car door open, tossed her suitcase in the back and settled gratefully on the soft seat. She was tired from hitchhiking, and she leaned back and opened the top buttons on her sweater so the cleavage of her white breasts glowed in the sunlight streaming in through the window. It didn't hurt to let a friend enjoy looking at her boobs. He was about her age. Around thirty-five. And damn good looking!
"On vacation?" she asked. She turned to face him, opening her legs so he could see the outline of her snatch pressing against the tight material. Her eyes went to his crotch. She felt her stomach tighten up and her nipples become hard. His fly was open! Jill peeked inside and saw his thick cock against his thigh. Her palms suddenly felt sweaty again, the way they had when the truck driver pulled his long dick out and sat grinning at her.
"Yeah. Two weeks off. Just gonna cruise around the country and take it easy." He smiled at her, his eyes resting for a long minute on her breasts jiggling under her sweater. "I'm Dave. Dave Allison."
She reached over to shake his hand. "Jill Martin. Guess I'm what you'd call a runaway wife," she grinned.
"Didn't work, huh?"
He put her hand on his lap, palm down. She felt his cock begin to grow! Her legs opened wider. She slid toward him on the seat.
"Married life's not for me. Too boring. Same old cock every night," she smiled.
"Right on!" he laughed. "Nothing like variety." He swung the heavy car out to pass a slow moving truck. "Your hand feels damn good on me. Glad you aren't the square, timid type."
She was on the point of telling him she really was rather shy and quiet. Ordinarily. But since she had cut out and left home, she felt turned on and horny as hell. Her hand slipped inside his fly and closed firmly around his cock.
"Whew! You come up fast," she said, sliding her hand up and down on his stiff rod.
He reached down and pressed the seat switch so it moved back, making more room between his erection and the wheel. "I been jerking off, for the past few miles," he grinned. "Always dreamed of picking up a pretty hitchhiker, but never thought it would happen to me!"
She stared at the thick tool pulsing and throbbing in her fist. With a low moan she stretched out flat on her stomach on the wide seat and brushed his cocktip against her open lips. Her tongue flicked out to swirl around on his satiny flesh and trail deliciously down the thick shaft to the base of his cock. Her fingers closed tight around him and stroked, slowly, bringing his juice up to trickle out the tiny slit in the end of his long prick.
"Beautiful," she murmured. "You make my husband look like a nine-year-old kid." Her mouth opened wider. She took his stiff whang inside until it pressed against the back of her throat. His hips began moving as her tongue licked him, hungrily. She felt the car slow down and turn off the highway. She sucked on him harder and harder, her excitement making her pussy flow like a small spring.
"Stay down," he cautioned her. "There are tourists walking around everywhere in this rest stop. Mmmmmm, can you suck a cock!"
Her thumb pressed hard in the center of his long shaft, bringing his flowing juice pouring up into her hot mouth. She tugged his pants open, her hands seeking his balls. His cockhead was filled to bursting with his hotly racing blood. She sucked furiously, protesting when his hands pulled her mouth away from him.
"Let's go back in the trailer for a while, baby," he said. "I'm gonna get you bare-assed and fuck your cunt until you can't walk straight to save your life!"
He closed and locked the door behind them, and pushed her down on the firm couch. In the dim light filtering through the curtained windows, she saw his cock glisten wetly as he tossed his slacks on a chair and turned toward her. She grabbed him around his hips, sliding his cock into her mouth again. Her finger trailed down the crack of his ass and pressed teasingly against his puckered asshole. His hips moved steadily, pushing his eight inch prong in and out of her sucking mouth while he tugged her sweater up over the breasts.
Her nipples came up as stiff as tiny pricks, tingling at the touch of his warm palms rubbing and squeezing her boobs. He pulled her to her feet, peeling the sweater off her hot body, and pushed her down again. His mouth sucked on a hard nipple. His fingers unbuttoned her levis. She moaned and bit his ear. Her hips were working as though she already had him deep in her cunt.
"God damn!" he breathed. "You are one hot, fucking female! Kick those damn pants off and out of the way. The sweet scent of your cunt is making my mouth water."
He pulled her to the edge of the cushion, spreading her legs wide so her blonde, furry cunt was laid open and ready. His fingers tugged her pussy lips apart, revealing the moist pink flesh inside.
"Eat me, honey," she pleaded. "Eat my cunt. Lick me on my clit. Push your tongue deep inside. Mmmmm, I'm so fucking hot I can't wait any longer."
His tongue pressed inside her hot hole, making her cunt walls clamp down and grip him. His thumb tickled her clit and sent little electric charges zinging through her body. Her fingers brushed over his parted lips and touched his flicking tongue tip. She slid a finger inside her hole beside his thrusting tongue, finger fucking herself hotly while he probed and licked, his hands lifting her legs, leaving her cunt open and eager for his hard cock.
"I'm gonna come. Gonna come!" she panted. "Oh! I can't breathe! Dave! Hold me tight. I'm comiiinnng! Oh, it huuurrrtssss!"
She fell over on her side, doubling up and grabbing for her cunt with both hands. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. But he gave her no chance to recover. His strong hands jerked her up on her hands and knees. She felt the wide cockhead slip between her wet cunt lips. It rammed into her clenching hole. He rode into her like a fucking machine, his cock slurping noisily as his balls slapped against her heated flesh.
"Nice pussy!" he gasped. "Oh, shit! Are you tight! Your old man was a stupid fucking idiot to let you get away from him."
She spread her legs wider and reached down to feel his stiff pecker gliding in and out of her, hitting her from the back. Her fingers closed around him, milking him, getting every inch of his meat soaking wet and slippery smooth. He settled into a steady fucking rhythm, making the trailer rock and creak as he drove into her. Jill grabbed an armful of pillows, hugging them to her bare breasts, doubling up in a tiny ball under him, concentrating on the wonderful sensations spreading like waves of fire through her whole body.
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh, fuck me!" she moaned, over and over again. His nails dug deeply into her flesh. Her cunt spasmed and rippled, releasing its grip on his rock hard shaft, and then clamping down hard again. He screwed her hole faster and faster, pulling back until just the tip of his blazing prick held her pussy lips open, then ripping deep into her to the very bottom of her cunt. She bucked and shook, grasping her breasts and pinching her flinty nipples.
"Dave!" she gasped. "I-I want that hard cock up my ass. Fuck me in my butt. He would never do me that way. I'm cherry, back there. Don't hurt me. But I have to know how it feels."
He grunted and pulled back out of her cunt. She felt his prick circle around on her puckering butthole. She felt the unbelievable heat of his thick meat opening her tight brown hole.
"Umpghfff! It-it hurts. Easy. Easy."
He paid no attention to her pleading. His heavy body fell against her, knocking her flat on the couch. His hands gripped her heaving shoulders. Her butthole burned and smarted as he worked his hard tool past her cringing asshole. Suddenly he was all the way inside, rigid and twitching, holding still while his cock throbbed. She tried hard to relax, so it wouldn't hurt so much. She grabbed one of his hands, biting his fingers, while her ass began to move, ever so slowly.
"I-I like it!" she whispered. "I feel like I'm being torn in two, but I dig it! You feel like a flaming poker in me. I never knew what sweet pain I was missing. Fuck it! Fuck my ass!"
He came up on his knees, holding his legs tightly on either side of her sweating body. His hands spread her ass cheeks so he could look down and see his rigid tool churning steadily in and out of her hot butt.
"Damn! Your hole is so fucking tight I'm gonna come any second. Turnover. I want to come in your wet cunt. I want to see your face when I blow my load in your sweet pussy. Quick! Turn over!"
He pulled out, holding himself up in the air while she rolled under him and held her cunt open with both hands for his thick whang 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 would feel, any second. His hands slid up her body to close over her breasts. He grew even hotter inside her. His prick began to pulse. She grabbed her legs and pulled them up high and wide so she could look down and see his thick cock blast her snatch with its stinging load.
"Come!" she screamed. "Come in my cunt! Aaaahhh!" Her fingers closed around his shaft, convulsively. Her pussy cramped. He groaned loudly and his cock began shooting and shooting.
"Hurts!" he muttered. "Rusty load. Gotta fuck more. Jesus, it stings! Oh, shit, I can't stop coming. Commiiinng!"
His face turned flaming red. He held her tightly, shaking and erupting load after load of hot, boiling cum in her fuckhole. His arms crushed her, squeezing the breath out of her, mashing her tits against his heaving chest. His hips shook wildly, fucking his rigid dork into her grasping hole. He pulled out and jerked her head down over the red cockhead, urging her to suck and suck on him, and swallow every last drop she could get. He struggled to his feet, pulling her over to the side of the couch.
His hard cock stayed up as rigid as ever. She moaned and sucked on him, furiously. Her legs snapped open. Her fingers found her hot cunt. She rammed her thumb in her hole, finger fucking herself and crying hot tears of pleasure. Slowly, ever so slowly, his erection dwindled down. He reached for her hands and pulled her to her feet. He kissed her, very gently. His tongue probed into her open mouth. Her fingertips brushed down his back and slipped between their bodies to hold his softening cock tightly against her pussy.
"That was wonderful," she breathed. "I've never been fucked like that. Never! Can ... mmmm ... can we stay in your trailer tonight, and do it all over again?
He stepped back, looking down at his dangling cock, angry red and dripping on the floor. "Hell, why not? But, I think it's time for a shower. Nothing like having all the comforts of home along with you."
They crowded into the tiny bathroom together, and stood under the stinging spray. Jill felt tingling and alive! Her nipples stood out from her firm breasts, crinkled and hot. She lathered his cock and rinsed the suds away. His dick twitched and rapidly swelled erect again.
"Come on back to the bedroom," he said. "There isn't room enough in here to get a decent hardon."
They tumbled into the huge bed that filled the back of the trailer. He spread her legs and blew his hot breath on her erect clit. "Beautiful cunt. Beautiful! We are going to fuck all night long tonight."
"Must we wait until then?" she asked. He was completely hard and strong as ever, in her hands. She felt grateful to him for making love to her the way he had. He was terribly strong, but very gentle.
"Did you say you were going to stop in Sea Cliff, tonight?" she asked. "I know a foxy chick, and her horny husband who live there. Christie and Lee Spencer. We could look them up, and have a party. When she gets her mouth on you, like this, you'll think you're in heaven."
Her tongue flicked over the sensitive pee slit in the end of his tool. He groaned and raised his hips to slide himself deeper into her mouth. She took her hands away and licked sensuously up and down his bobbing shaft.
"I want to fuck some more," she whispered. "Then we'll take off, and drive to their place."
She moved up on the big bed to kneel with her hot cunt over his face. His tongue reached up for her. She held her pussy lips wide open and watched him licking her slit.
She shivered and trembled down over his mouth. "Mmmmmm, you are one, sexy man!"
He ate her pussy and stroked her shaking ass cheeks, playing with his own hard dick. "Slide down," he told her. "Get your cunt over my cock."
He teased his wide cockhead up and down her slick cunt, getting it wet and slickly ready to fuck again. She bit her lip and eased down, feeling her cunt walls pushing open. His body trembled. Her cunt took in every inch of him. Smoothly, silkily. Snapping and squeezing around him. Her hips began to stroke. She leaned over, dangling one full soft boob just above his open mouth. Inch by inch she lowered her body, moaning softly as he began sucking her nipple.
The pace picked up. The trailer began to creak again, making tiny erotic squeaks as his long dork raked into her cunt. She ground her pussy mound against the base of his rigid prick.
"Come. Go ahead. Get yourself off, again," he told her. "If you don't, sure as hell, you'll be playing with me on the freeway, and I'll crack up this rig. Fuck it, babe. Fuck that hard cock!"
She got a firm grip on his hips, swinging her butt in long arcs and staring down to see her pussy lips snuggling tightly around him. Her climax took her by surprise, it came so fast. Her muscles tightened, painfully. She bit her lip so hard it bled.
"Aaaaaaah! I-I'm coming already. Coming! Coming! Dave! Oooowwww, my cunt is so tender. You fill me so full with your cock. It's wonderful. OH! OH!"
She grabbed his shoulders. Her slim body shook with the explosive force of her orgasm. Her legs refused to hold her up. She fell heavily on him. Her mouth sought his. He held her tight, stroking her soft back and her quivering ass, until her body grew still. A long sigh escaped her lips.
She slowly came up on her elbows and nipped at the end of his nose. "Maybe it's a mistake to let you meet Christie," she smiled. "I should keep you all to myself, you are so damn good."
"No way. You promised, Jill." Dave laughed. "And the sooner we start ... "
"The sooner you get some strange, new pussy. Okay. Until tonight," she said, giving his cock one last lingering kiss. "Sea Cliff, here we come."
He grinned, and gave her a playful swat on her hot butt. "And come, and come!"
CHAPTER TWO
It was almost midnight when they pulled off the freeway to Christie's house. The Cad braked silently to a stop in front of a two-story frame house. A faint glow came from one of the upstairs bedrooms.
"It's kind of late," Dave said. "Do you suppose they are still awake?"
"If I know Christie, they are in bed. But not sleeping," she told him. "Come on. I'm hot to trot again."
They rang the bell twice before the porch light came on and the door opened a crack. "It's me. Jill Martin. And an erect friend," Jill grinned at the tiny redhead clutching a fluffy robe around her slim body.
"Of all people! Jill! Come in, honey. What the heck are you doing in Sea Cliff at this hour?"
Jill quickly explained that she had left her husband and was on her way to San Francisco. "And this is a good friend of mine, Dave Allison. He's hung like a stud horse," she giggled, hugging Christie.
"Glad to meet you, Dave," Christie said, extending a soft, warm hand. Her robe fell completely open. Dave's eyes sparkled when he saw her neat little tit mounds gleaming in the soft light. Her red bush between her white thighs looked very inviting. And more than a little damp!
"Come on upstairs, you two," the slim redhead smiled. "We were in bed. Fucking!" She giggled, her round little ass cheeks swaying in front of Dave as she climbed the steep stairs ahead of them. "He loves company. In bed. That is one reason you stopped by, isn't it, Jill?"
"Yes! Dave picked me up, hitchhiking. We've gotten to be very good friends. I promised him a fuck party in Sea Cliff-with guess who?"
Christie laughed and waved the couple on into the big bedroom. Lee was laying naked in the center of the bed, stroking a monster cock that stood straight up in the air. His eyes opened wide when Jill jumped on the bed and seized his rod in her hot hands.
"Keep it going! Make it stay up, till we get naked," she told him, hotly. "Pull my clothes off, Christie, honey."
In less than a minute they were all nude, lying in bed and stroking each other's eager bodies.
"Mmmmmm, what a beautiful cock you brought me, Jill," Christie murmured, just before Dave slipped it into her mouth. They were into a wild sixty-nine even before Jill climbed on Lee and eased his huge rod up her cunt.
"Oh, Lee," she whispered, feeling the hotness of his hard knob burning in her pussy. Her body shivered with excitement when she felt his throbbing cockhead spreading the slippery lips of her vagina as it plunged in and out of her wet opening. She moaned softly, with the burning pleasure of fucking again. She could feel every sinew and vein in his thick prick rubbing deliciously against the sensitive nerves of her grasping cunt walls. When his fuck tool was completely buried in the moist hotness of her writhing belly, she sat perfectly still, enjoying the feel of him, throbbing strongly in her as he pushed out the stretching sides of her fuck hole.
"Oh, Jill," Christie smiled, glancing over at the hot female screwing her husband, "your cunt looks packed full enough to burst!"
"And it sure loves to fuck," Lee murmured, his hips steadily pushing his cock clear down to the very bottom of her pussy.
Christie's flaming red hair spilled across the pillow. Her eyes rolled in rapture as soft little moans came from her half parted lips. The expression of joy on her face was proof of how much she loved Dave's mouth sucking on her wet snatch. They had moved out of their sixty-nine so she could watch her lover's cock fucking a new pussy. Her hand stole over to brush against Jill's cunt, and feel her hard clit. The fingers of her other hand stole into her own curly red hair to tease around Dave's tongue hungrily licking her spasming cunt. She moved closer to Jill so she could lock their ankles together.
"Fuck me, Dave! Fuck the living hell out of me! Shove that hard cock up my hole. When Lee goes in her snatch, I want you to screw me the same way. At the same time. This is the best part of a swinging party-everybody fucking together! All four of us."
Jill flipped over on her back and tugged Lee back into her cunt, locking legs with Christie. The two men grinned at each other and stroked hotly into the two wet cunts, their pricks making lewd sucking noises and their swollen cockheads churned into the creaming holes. They matched their hard strokes, exactly. The bed rocked wildly. Both girls tucked pillows under their heads and stared down past their flat stomachs at the hard cocks fucking and fucking into their cunts. Their hands went down to part their wet cunt lips. Hips tilted up. They both got hornier than ever, watching all that hard meat slushing, and squishing into their pussies.
The girl's arms went around each other. They kissed wetly, sucking tongues, and licking each other's lips, but never stopping the steady movement of their swinging hips against the cocks drilling deeply into their creaming fuck-holes.
"Mmmmm, Lee," Jill moaned. "Your big, hard dick is absolutely fantastic. Listen to it fuck my cunt. So wet. So slick. So fucking hot!"
"Your tight cunt is going to make me come if I don't ease off a little," Lee groaned. She could feel his monster dork getting hotter and even more rigidly hard as his body lurched and jerked uncontrollably, over her.
"No, no!" Jill pleaded. "Don't shoot yet. We can trade partners for a little while. Maybe you can kinda cool it, in Christie's loving snatch. Okay, Dave?"
They switched quickly, hardly missing a hard stroke. Jill gasped when Dave's rigid prick rammed into her. She grabbed Christie's hand and pushed it down between her legs, urging her to feel how throbbing hot and hard Dave was in her. His cock churning furiously in her hot leaking pussy.
"Give it to me! Fuck that thing, honey," she whimpered, biting his shoulder as she writhed her cunt up tighter around his plunging tool, feeling it reaming deep into her belly. "Don't you dare come now. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!"
The bed creaked loudly as the four hot bodies fucked faster and faster.
"Screw my hole, Lee, honey. Hurt me. Fuck my wet cunt harder! You are just as stiff as Dave."
Lee began to pant and shake from head to foot. "I'm gonna come if we don't change again. Your screwing cunt feels like an iron hand gripping me!"
"Then change!" she gasped. "Quickly."
Once again their cocks were out of one cunt and drilling into another, hardly missing a beat.
"Oh, shit! That's good. Gimme every inch, honey," Jill beamed up at Lee as he reamed her cunt. "Bang it good!"
The thrill of changing cocks brought her right up to the edge of her climax. "Ooooooh, Lee baby," she panted up to her lunging fuck partner. "Pour it to me. I'm ready to come!"
Clinging tightly to him, Jill felt her orgasm building up deep in her loins. Without warning, Lee's hot sperm gushed into her.
"Yes, come in me!" she shrieked, screwing her twat up around the base of his spurting dick. "I'm coming! I'm coming so fucking, shittin' hard!"
"Me, too," Christie gasped. "Shoot into me, Dave. Oh, fuck! How I'm coming!!"
Dave seized his cock tightly in his fist, pumping it wildly and making it pour out an agonized load of hot gism into Christie's quivering snatch. "Made it," he muttered. "Right with you!"
Panting and puffing, the four lewdly coupled fuckers finally collapsed with exhaustion. The two girls struggled to sit up and stare sadly at the two limp wet pricks.
"Lick my cunt, Jill," Christie harshly commanded. "Suck me! I have to get off again. Have to. Have to!"
Jill slipped to the floor and pulled Christie's legs over the edge of the bed. She went down on the red cunt and sucked and sucked it, peeking up at her friend stroking the two men back into rigid life again. The party was far from being over, if the two hot pussies had their way!
"I don't believe it!" Dave muttered, watching his cock growing erect again under Christie's teasing hands.
"It's got a mate, over here," Lee grinned, feeling himself start to throb just as hard as ever.
"Move up on the bed. Lie side by side. I want to suck on both of you at the same time," Christie panted. She brought their hard tools close together with both hands. The men's expressions grew hot and strained at the odd feeling of their stiff joints rubbing together. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, trying to cram their cockheads inside. There was too much meat to handle. She settled for jacking them off, steadily, strongly, licking wildly on their cocktips every time they slid up out of her slippery hands. Her hips thrashed around on the bed so excitedly Jill could hardly keep the wet red snatch in her mouth.
She moved towards Christie, lowering her cunt mound onto the quivering pussy underneath. Her fingers held their stiff clits together, panting and moaning and going for another wild climax from the far-out lesbian feelings that were carrying her away. Her orgasm belted her right off the bed. She rolled around on the floor, clutching her pussy and shrieking with the pleasure-pain of coming.
Christie's eyes grew round as dinner plates, listening to Jill moaning and crying on the floor. Her face grew as red as her hair. She pushed Lee flat on his back and hotly mounted him, ramming his rod up her cunt. She bent over and pushed Dave around behind her.
"Fuck me! Right now. I want two cocks in my hole. You can do it! When he pulls back, ride into me. Oh! Yes, yes! That's the way. Oh, God, almighty, fucking, God damn, that feels so good!"
Lee and Dave quickly got into the swing of fucking her hole at the same time. When Lee eased out, Dave moved in. The hot wrenching cunt was never without a stiff dick in it. Her knees hugged Lee's legs tightly. Every muscle in her body went rigid with tension. She held stock still, listening to the heavy panting and the lewd sucking noises of the two hard dicks fucking her cunthole.
"Lee, darling," she suddenly gasped. "Reach up, and stick your finger up my ass. Hurt me. Make me scream. I'm so fucking hot. Make me come again."
He reached between her writhing butt cheeks, his finger probing for her puckered asshole. He found it. He pushed hard. She was tight, but in a moment her rubbery ring gave way under his pressure and his thick finger slipped in to the first knuckle.
"Uurrgghhh! That h-hurts! No! Don't stop! Don't pull it out. Hurt me more. Stick it in farther!"
She screwed her ass down until his finger was rammed in as far as it could go.
"Oh, damn! Finger fuck the hell out of my hot butthole!"
She could not keep her climax from building up. It slammed her down, on her side, on the rumpled sheet. His hand followed her hot ass, jabbing in and out until she screamed and scrambled out of his reach, hot tears pouring down her face. She rolled over to hug Jill, chattering insanely, "Come! You gotta come again, too!"
She shoved Jill over Lee's mouth and forced her cunt down over his mouth. He licked into her wet hole, making Jill shudder violently and swing her pussy up and down his tongue as if it was her first time to feel a man's tongue on her snatch. Christie frantically urged both men to ram their cocks back into her cunt again. She bounced up and down, fucking the huge combination of two pricks that slammed into her, one on top of the other. Her cunt stretched as wide as it could, but it still gripped the men so tightly they suddenly grabbed her hips and held her still while their cocks jerked and throbbed and poured two boiling hot blasts of cum into her twat. When she felt the twin guns going off, her hips bucked more wildly than ever. She fell over, whimpering, her empty cunt making sexy sucking noises.
"Get down on me, Jill. Please. Please. Quickly. Bite me. Shove your finger in my hole," Christie panted, grabbing her legs and stretching herself wide open.
Jill fell down over her cunt, sucking and shoving two fingers in and out of her dripping hole.
"Aaaaaahhhhh! Going over the top! Christ, it's killing me! I got cramps something awful! I'm gonna pee. Can't help it. Gonna pee!"
She kicked and shoved her way clear of the hot bodies around her, holding her pussy while she pissed all over her shaking fingers. Her hand smacked down hard on her cunt, rotating fiercely, making herself come and come while the yellow stream ran all over her hot thighs and down into her wet, sticky ass crack.
"God save me!" she gasped. "I never came so fucking hard in all my life. Look at the mess I've made all over this bed!"
"Fuck the bed," Lee chuckled. "This has been the wildest night I've seen in a long, fucking time. Are you sure you have to go to Frisco tomorrow, Jill?"
"Not if you give me a good reason to stay," she smiled.
"I've got it, all right. But first we hit the showers and have a strong drink or two. Then-do you have a surprise coming your way!"
CHAPTER THREE
When Jill stepped out of the shower, she felt truly relaxed and happy for the first time since the terrible argument with her husband that had made her decide to leave him. Now she was on her own. Free to go anywhere and fuck with any man she wanted.
Her skin glowed from the stinging spray of the shower. When she dried her pussy with a fluffy towel, it felt tender, but more alive and hungry for cock than ever before.
She wrapped the towel around her and joined the others in the living room. To her surprise, Dave was dressed and saying goodbye to Lee and Christie.
"Take care, Jill. Have fun with your new freedom. You are one hell of a woman," he smiled. He hugged her and cupped her cool bare bottom under the towel. "I'm going to pick up on my vacation rambling again. Be good. Or be careful!"
The street was brightening with the rays of the morning sun when they watched the long trailer turn the corner. Over toast and coffee, in Lee's comfortable kitchen, Christie told Jill about the surprise they had for her.
"Any female who loves to fuck a cock as much as you do, Jill, is bound to go ape over our new neighbor. He's the one with the surprise for you. And that's all I'll tell you."
"Teaser!" Jill laughed. "When do I get to meet this man?"
Christie walked over to the kitchen window and pushed the curtain aside. "About now. He's an early riser. Works on his patio, and cleans his pool every morning. Take a look."
Jill stood with her arm around Christie's slim waist, looking at the handsome man brushing down his pool. He was wearing a pair of ragged shorts and a beat-up old straw hat.
"Mmmmm," Jill murmured. "Muscles!"
Lee came up behind her, lifting her towel and pressing his naked cock against her smooth buns. "You have no idea, Jill," he smiled. "His name is Alan Drake." His hands slid around her waist and down to brush over her soft puff of cunt hair. Jill covered his hands with hers, feeling that familiar itch in her pussy.
Just then Alan dropped the long brush to hitch his shorts up higher around his waist. Jill felt her stomach tighten with sudden sexual tension when she saw the size of the cockhead that showed below his shorts.
"My God!" she breathed. "How could any woman take all that meat in her cunt? And I'm staring at a soft cock!"
Christie's hand found her own pussy, and began rubbing it. Remembering. "It can be done, Jill. You just have to relax, and let him work it in. Like to meet him?"
She swallowed hard, but her pussy was suddenly on fire! She nodded. "But we can't just stroll over there, naked. Can we?"
"Let's give him something to take off you, Jill. You can borrow my new string bikini. It will drive him wild!"
They all got into bathing suits and walked through the gates to Alan's patio. He looked up and grinned at his visitors, his eyes taking in Jill's full breasts almost completely exposed by the tiny bikini. The open weave let little wisps of her pussy fur escape. The sexy impact was stronger than if she had been stark naked.
After Jill was introduced, they talked beside the pool, sitting on the edge and dangling their legs in the warm water. Christie's hand rested on Alan's thigh, her fingers touching the head of his cock under his shorts.
"Since I know you aren't the shy type, Alan, I'm going to let Jill peek at your popularity," she grinned. She pushed up the leg of his shorts.
Jill caught her breath. She had never seen such a beautiful, huge tool in all her life! It was as thick as her wrist. Smooth and white, with a perfectly formed head just slightly wider than his sturdy cockshaft. Her hand hotly reached out for him, lifting his heavy cock and tugging it free of the covering trunks.
Christie giggled excitedly and pulled the bikini top away from Jill's firm breasts.
"Now you two don't need Lee and me. We are going back to bed. To fuck! Drop over, later, if you get in the mood." She reached down to grab Lee's hard cock and pull him to his feet. She jacked him firmly up and down with every step, as they headed for their bedroom.
Alan looked down at Jill's hand excitedly stroking his long cock. "Can you handle that okay?" he asked, smiling.
She took a deep breath and lay down on the warm cement beside him, pulling him over to her. "I'm going to try," was all she said.
Her nipples grew rigid under the teasing touch of his warm fingertips trailing over her breasts. Little waves of goose bumps rippled under his palms, lifting and stroking her heavy, tingling breasts. She felt his cock growing more and more firm in her hand. His mouth found her lips, and trailed deliciously down her smooth neck and down, down to her brittle nipples.
"Mmmmm," Jill murmured throatily. "Your mouth feels so wet and hot. You make me shiver all over."
He came up on his knees, his huge cock as stiff as a board in her clasping hand. His tongue licked down over her stomach, pausing to dip into the tiny indentation of her belly button, then on down to the edge of her bikini. She caught her breath, and reached to push it down. Her soft cunt hair came out into the brilliant sunshine, slowly, almost hair by hair. His nose pressed into her soft muff, inhaling the sweet scent of her hot cunt. His fingers tugged the bikini down her legs, lifting them and opening her to his mouth. She shuddered with erotic pleasure as his tongue tip slid sensuously down her wet crack, teasing her cunt lips aside, burrowing into the soft folds of her flesh. He took his time, savoring the taste of her pussy, feeling her quiver beneath his mouth, listening to her small moans of delight as he toyed with her erect clit.
Jill's hands trembled up and down his thick rod. Slowly. She felt every beat of his heart in his hard cock. She was wildly tense and yet oddly at ease, with Alan. He moved his hands and his mouth over her body with a tantalizing slowness that made her tingle with little electric surges of sexual desire. His fingers trailed up and down the inside of her thighs, parting them, blowing his warm breath on the moist pink flesh of her cunt. She lifted her hips, shaking uncontrollably. She suddenly gasped and stroked his enormous cock faster and faster when his tongue licked and swirled around her hot clitty.
"You're driving me mad, Alan!" she gasped. "Take my whole cunt in your mouth. All of it! Suck me! Push into my hole with that fantastic tongue. Bite me! I'm so fucking hot I feel like I'm all cunt. Just one, big, hungry pussy screaming to be screwed!"
He stripped his shorts off and roiled over the edge of the pool into the sparkling water. His hands pulled her ass to the side of the pool, putting her heels firmly on the very edge. He cushioned her hot butt with his hands and ate and ate her cunt. Jill's fingers trembled, slipping and sliding on her pussy flesh. She tried to hold her cunt open to his mouth, pleading silently to him to lick her clit harder and harder. Her voice stuck in her throat, closed tightly with the agonizing tension building up in her. She wanted to fuck! Now! She wanted to get her hands around his cock again, but he held her down and sucked on her swollen pussy until her heels drummed madly on the hard concrete.
"I can't wait. Can't wait any longer. You've got to put that hard thing in me. I want it in my cunt," she pleaded.
Alan stood up and pulled her into the water with him. His cock pressed between her legs, going clear through and raking between her tight ass cheeks, to tickle her puckered brown hole. Her arms were tight around him. She bit his neck. Her cunt mound ground against him.
He pushed her away from him a little, floating her up in the water with his hands under her bottom, her legs spread wide. Jill reached down with one hand to part her cunt lips and guide the wide head of his dick into the opening to her tunnel. A long, trembling sigh escaped her lips as she felt herself opening to him. His rigid cock slid into her. Slowly. It went in, and in, and in! She groaned loudly and dug her nails sharply into his shoulder.
"My God! You're killing me!" she gasped. "It's too damn much! It hurts! Stop for a second. Let me catch my breath. It's too much cock for my small hole."
He just smiled and kept on moving into her stretching cunt. "Relax," he whispered. "Just a little more to go."
Jill looked down in the water at the shimmering image of his thick cock standing out stiffly from his body. She could see her stretched cunt lips forming a round O. Her clit was lifted completely out of its little cover, sticking up lewdly. Pink. Stiff. She moved her hips, cautiously, and felt his meat sink even farther up into her. While she stared down, round eyed, the last inch of his stiff whang disappeared.
She shuddered ecstatically. "Oh, God!" she muttered. "I don't dare move. You are hot as a poker in me. Look how my poor stomach swells up, with that huge rod in me!" She brushed a shaky hand over the mound.
He put his arms tenderly around her and drifted them off into deeper water. Floating dreamily. With every step he took, she could feel his huge cock working and pulsing inside her. Little by little she was able to control her tension, her driving urge to fuck that cock no matter how much it hurt her. Jill crossed her ankles, holding him to her. She kissed him, sucking passionately on his tongue. Her body quivered and began to move back and forth on his rigid boner. Her cunt finally adjusted to being crammed so full of hard meat.
"We are going in the house," he said quietly. "Hang onto me. I'll carry you. I don't want to take my cock out of you. Not for one second!"
He walked up the pool steps with her shaking body clinging to him. With every jarring step, his dork sank deeper into her. She felt his balls pressing against her wet flesh. Even though her body glistened with tiny drops of water from the pool, her mouth felt dry as cotton candy.
Alan laid her on his huge bed, coming up on his knees and holding himself tightly in her clenching cunt. Jill's arms and legs seemed to float softly down to rest on the cool sheets. She sighed. Her eyes closed.
"Fuck me, Alan. Pull that fantastic cock all the way out, and push it in, ever so slowly. Aaaahhhh! That-that feels so good. I can take you, after all! I can feel my pussy open, inside, forever and ever, it seems, when you slide that cock up in me. I have never fucked a man built like you!"
She reached up to tuck two big pillows under her head. Her hands cupped her hot breasts, teasing over her stiff nipples. She stared down between her legs at his long weapon, churning like a huge piston in and out of her snatch. Her hands pressed down on her stomach, feeling it swell every time he moved into her hole. She brushed her pussy hair aside and pressed two fingers into her hot cunt, making her clit come up boldly, eager to be played with.
His fingernail scratched over the tip of her clit, sending delicious quivers zipping up her spine and making her hole clamp tightly around his shaft. Loving Alan was so different from being fucked by Dave or Lee. And certainly a thousand times more exciting than being humped by her indifferent husband. She gave a tiny shudder of distaste, remembering the frantic nights under his heavy body, driving for the climax that always escaped her because he would shoot his load the moment her wet cunt closed around his cock. Leaving that bastard was the best move she had ever made. Now, to have a super huge cock like this, was absolute heaven!
Her hands rested softly on his strong thighs, feeling the muscles working, feeling the tension building in his wiry frame. He began fucking her more rapidly. His cock swelled even fuller! She moaned and settled her ass down into the bed, her hands surrounding his thick, wet pole.
"You're going to come in a minute, aren't you?" she whispered hotly. "You are going to come in my cunt. You're going to fill my hot pussy hole with a load of boiling hot cum, aren't you?"
He nodded, tensely. His hands gripped her around her waist, working her body up and down on his rigid rod. He came up on his knees, driving harder and harder into her pussy. Her breasts bounced and quivered under his driving force. She saw a hot flush of color spread over his chest and travel up his neck to his drawn face. His eyes were misty-dreamy looking. She knew every nerve in his body was taut. Usually she was straining so wildly for her own orgasms, she missed seeing what happened to a sensuous man when he felt his climax coming. It was fascinating to see his eyes close, his chin lift, his muscles bunch up with the strain. His hands pushed her away, then dragged her back to him, raking her hot cunt up and down on his rock-hard tool.
"Come!" she whispered. "I want to feel you coming in me. Come. Come!"
He suddenly stopped fucking her! He held rigidly still. His enormous cock seemed to swell twice as thick. She felt his cum surge up through his long shaft and boil out in great, surging waves. Jill gasped, and held her breath. His cock jerked violently inside her. She felt like her hole was on fire! The hot lava heat from his cum spread out and down her thighs and up through her quivering stomach.
Without any warning at all, her climax rose like a giant hand, smashing down on her body. It took her breath away. It left her pale and gasping under his hot body. His cock seemed to keep coming forever, buried in her clenching snatch up to his tight balls that moved as though a giant hand was squeezing and tugging them dry. Wiped out completely by her orgasm, Jill's arms fell limply to the bed. He eased out of her and moved to lie beside her. He rolled her on her side, pulling her leg over his shoulder. His mouth closed hotly over her cunt. His tongue opened her hole again, fucking into her. He lapped her wet slit hungrily, pulling her ass cheeks open and running his tongue down the smooth wet path to her asshole.
He rocked her back and forth, licking and sucking her soft flesh, swallowing their love juices. Jill shuddered ecstatically from the erotic sensations of his tongue working in her cunthole. Her mouth opened to take his cock inside, to taste his salty cum and savor the slick smoothness of his dickhead. She could get her mouth around him, but only for the few seconds that he was soft. He grew fuller and harder and thicker, under the stimulation of her nipping teeth and licking tongue. Soon all she could do was to twirl her tongue tip hungrily around on the very end of his tool and jack him firmly with both hands.
He ate her hot pussy with the same deliberate slowness that had driven her half mad, out by the pool. She felt like her body was all cunt, straining and clamoring to be fucked again.
"Let me get on top of you. I have to take that huge cock back inside me again. Have to! Have to!" she moaned. Her face was flushed with her rapidly building sexual tension. She climbed on him, holding her pussy open and sinking down on him so every rigid inch of his rod disappeared in her creaming cunthole.
She hunched over him, grabbing his shoulders, driving her hips wildly. Her breath came in great, choking sobs. Her nipples rose, pointed and flinty hard.
She fucked his cock like a woman gone utterly mad, pounding his tool into her cunt as if it were the first one she had ever felt inside her. Her father had taken her cherry when she was twelve years old. She lost all control of her emotions. She went out of her skull with her frenzied desire to rape her cunt on his hard cock. Flashing images of her father's dork smashing into her virgin hole burned through her brain. It didn't matter that Alan was stretching her pussy so wide her flesh stung and burned. It didn't matter that he was pounding the living hell out of the bottom of her wet cunt every time she smashed her full weight down on him. She didn't think about coming. Jill was simply mad to keep on fucking. To fuck and fuck until she collapsed on his body driving his rod up into her.
"Jill!" he grunted in surprise. "What's the matter with you? You're going bananas, fucking my cock. Your eyes look funny. Like you're not seeing anything. Shit! You're tearing my skin off with your sharp nails. I-I'm gonna come again! Jesus, I can't believe how you're fucking my cock!"
His dick stiffened and erupted, filling her whipping cunt with hot cum that dribbled out as her pussy frantically lashed up and down on his softening cock.
She fell off, to roll around on the bed, raking her swollen red clit with her nails. "Uugghhhh!" she grunted. "Damn, it hurts! I'm coming, so fucking hard!" She doubled over on her side, shuddering. Her clenched hands gripped her spasming cunt. Tears ran down her flushed cheeks.
Alan forced her to straighten out her body and he held her tightly against him, kissing her on the mouth and stroking her, very gently, in an effort to get her to come back to earth. Finally Jill sighed shakily, nuzzling her sweaty face into his hairy chest. She seemed to drift off to sleep for a few moments, her face glowing from the heat of the banked fires of her passion.
Alan drew a long breath. To himself he muttered, "And she was wondering if she could handle ME!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Jill slept with Lee and Christie that night, contentedly curled between their warm bodies. Lee's cock nestled in the crack of her butt all night, while her hand cupped Christie's soft pussy.
In the morning she put on a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a small halter that covered her full breasts just enough to be decent in public. She picked up her battered suitcase and kissed her sexy friends, promising to let them know when she was safe at her sister's place.
It was hot on the road. A bearded old farmer picked her up in his battered truck and gave her a ride as far north as he was going. At the exit to El Capitan Beach he stopped, looking sourly at the steam escaping from the hot radiator. He spat a stream of dark tobacco juice out his window and motioned for her to get out of the cab.
"This is it," he grunted. "Thanks for the company. You know, you got one terrific set of jugs. Got to me! Gonna go home and bang my old lady. She'll be surprised as hell."
The day was too beautifully warm and sunny to worry about anything. Jill strolled through an underpass and stood looking at the broad expanse of sandy beach. On impulse, she hiked down to the water's edge and sat down on the soft sand, with a happy sigh. Her feet felt hot and swollen. She tugged her shoes off and wiggled her toes. Up the beach a short distance was a lifeguard's tower. She splashed through the rippling surf, her shoes tied around her neck and the suitcase tucked firmly under her arm.
"Hey!" she called up to the tanned lifeguard. "Watch my stuff for me, while I go dunk?"
He nodded and waved down to her. She turned and ran into the surf like a happy little kid, splashing and whooping as the cool Pacific waves smothered her hot body. The surf was running higher and stronger than she'd realized. A huge wave crashed over her as she came up spluttering from the crushing force of the last one that had tumbled her over. She felt warm sunshine on her breasts. She looked down, shocked to see that her halter was gone!
"Damn!" she groaned. "I'll never find it in this surf. Maybe if I run back to the guard stand real fast, no one will notice I'm half naked."
She pressed her hands over her full breasts and made a dash for the shelter of the high structure housing the guards. When she leaned against one of the timbers to catch her breath, she saw a guard standing in the shadows, grinning at her.
"Little accident," she said. Her hands didn't cover her boobs too well. "If you'll give me my case, I'll-"
"Dress? And cover those beautiful knockers?" He rubbed his crotch, staring at her nipples. They were up stiff, peeking through her fingers. "No way, babe. You're the best looking cunt on the whole damn beach, this morning."
He roughly jerked her in under the tower, in the shade of a low wood wall that protected the lifeboat stored out of the sun. Before she could collect her wits, he jammed her hand inside his trunks.
"Feel that cock, sweetie? That's for you! All of it!"
His hand lashed out and seized the band of her shorts. He ripped them off and threw them on the sand. His foot whipped behind her ankles. He pushed hard, knocking her flat on the hard-packed sand. Quick as a flash, his body covered hers.
"You, fucking, rapist!" she grated, angrily. "I hope the sand crabs bite your dong! You're not going to fuck me!"
"Says who?" he grunted. "Hold still, goddammit! Christ, you're one strong bitch. Lemme get my cock in you. You'll love it! All the chicks around here dig the way I screw."
"Go fuck them!" Jill panted. She beat on his chest with her clenched fists. "You're not getting into my cunt! No way, damn you!"
He drew back and slammed his open palm against the side of her head. She fell back, stunned. He shoved her legs open and crawled up on her prone body. Jill brought her knee up sharply, smashing solidly against his balls.
"You, crazy bitch," he groaned, doubling up in agony on the sand. "Pete! Pete, get your ass down here. Poontang time, you fucking bastard!"
Jill was halfway to her feet before his buddy leaped down and ran under the tower. He saw her naked boobs swaying as she weaved around, shaking her head to clear it. His buddy lay naked, holding himself and moaning like he was dying.
He merely grunted, turning his back on the fallen would-be rapist. "Serves him right, that asshole. Did he hurt you, Miss?"
He brushed the sand off her back, awkwardly, apologizing for the actions of his friend.
"I'm O.K. Now. Shit! I'm shaking like a leaf. Do you have to stare at my boobs that way?"
"Uh-sorry about that. But you are really built! Come on up in the tower with me. You need a stiff drink. And you can dress inside where no one can see you." He turned to the guard holding his balls. "Stay down here, you fuckhead! Hear me?"
Jill managed to climb up the ladder and fall gratefully on a cot just inside the door. "Whew!" she exclaimed. "I'm sure glad you were here this morning. You-oh, no-what are you doing?"
"Just getting rid of these trunks, honey babe." His bare cock snapped up, hitting his flat belly. "I beat this damn thing off, twice, watching you play around in the water. I'm ready!"
Jill groaned. She closed her legs and tried to cover her bare breasts with her hands. "Shit! Out of the frying pan ... "
"And into a nice fuck session with a hard pecker. You owe me, baby. I'm not rough like that slob lying down there holding his aching balls. Don't try anything like that with me." He grinned, reaching out to rumple her hair.
Jill stared at his thick, stiff cock, bobbing in the air just inches from her mouth.
She sighed. "Guess I owe you a quickie," she said, dropping her hands. She lay back on the cot and let her knees drift open a little. His eyes stared at the golden thatch between her legs. He gripped his cock and gave it a couple jerks, and knelt on the cot between her soft thighs. In spite of herself, Jill was turned on and ready to take him.
"This won't be too quick," he growled, lifting his heavy cock up to her open cunt hole. "Remember, I blew off twice already, this morning! Ah! Wowie! Are you ready for this!"
Jill was ready! Her pussy snapped at his cock the moment she felt his cocktip touch her moist cunt lips.
"Be nice to me," she asked, lifting her shapely legs and crossing her ankles over his back. "I got the hell fucked out of me, yesterday, by a monster cock. I'm tender inside."
He didn't answer her. His cock eased into her wetness. Clear to the bottom. His mouth settled over a nipple, tugging and sucking on it until it tingled almost as much as her erect, throbbing clit.
"Mmmm. Hey, you fuck nice," Jill murmured, settling her ass deeper into the yielding cot. "You're just the right size for me."
"Can the chatter. Screw!" he grunted. His fleshy cock pushed deeper into her cunt, moving in impatiently after a couple of quick, snapping thrusts to get his cock skin juicy and wet. "Huh, you're okay, for a chick your age. You got ball bearings in your hips. That stupid asshole really fucked up, being mean to you."
His hard dick pulsed inside her, shoving her cunt walls out, reaming steadily in her hot chute. The cot groaned under them. Her tits bounced up and down as he picked up the fucking pace. Jill felt herself slipping off into a hazy world, filled with the sounds of a strong man panting, and the little slurping noises of her wet cunt being fucked by a stud who knew exactly what to do with his cock.
"You are one sweet piece of ass, baby," he muttered. "Nice boobs, too." His white teeth nipped at her brittle nipples, making them feel they would break right off the next time he tugged at them. She shivered, her emotions mounting, in spite of herself. He came up on his knees, screwing her hot snatch with long, raking strokes. His hands cupped her breasts, pinching them, making them seem to swell up to fill his strong hands completely. Her cunt snapped and clenched and bucked against every hard thrust of his hard meat.
"God damn," Jill thought to herself. "This is the fourth man I've fucked, since I cut out and left Los Angeles. I'm acting like a whore. But this one isn't my fault."
"Pay attention!" the lifeguard snarled at her. "Fuck that cock. Fuck it harder, I tell you."
He drilled like a steel bore into her quivering pussy. She felt squirmy hot inside, like her climax was coming even though she wasn't ready yet. Her snatch felt inflamed and itchy. It was difficult not to reach down and jamb her fingers into her hole.
"Suck on my titties," she pleaded. "Bite my nipples!"
His tongue dragged roughly over her aroused tit flesh. He sucked her nipple deeply into his mouth, released it, and bit it again, hard. He blew on her pointy breasts, drying the saliva that had smeared over them. She could feel her excitement growing, even though she wanted to cheat him of the feel of her box gripping him in the heat of her orgasm.
Sweet sensations flooded through her writhing body. Jill felt ashamed of herself, turning on, fucking a rough total stranger like she was some alley bitch he had found. But she was hot! There wasn't a damn thing she could do to stop the growing urge to get off that was making her cunt take over and fuck him with sharp, snapping twists of her hips.
"You're gettin' it, you sweet bitch," he panted. "God damn, you can really move when you get goin'. Fuck that whang, baby! Screw it! Screw it!"
"Uhhmmm," Jill moaned. "You're fucking me crazy. I can't hold back, any more. I'm gonna come all over this stupid old tower."
"Not yet, you don't. I want to come first. Hold off, damn you!"
He jerked her to her feet and slammed her body against the wall. His cock ripped into her cunt. He kicked her feet apart and got a grip on her waist, grinding his cock into her hole with long, cock thrusts.
"You creaming-cunted bitch," he panted. "You are going to stand there and fuck until I decide to come. Hear me? I'm going to fuck the hair right off your snatch."
Something seemed to snap in Jill's mind. "Yes!" she groaned. "That's what I want. Fuck me bald! Burn the hair off my twat with that fucking branding iron. Pour it to me, you mother-fucker of a gritty stud!"
She braced herself against the rough timbers of the tower, screwing back at his hard dong pounding at her slippery cunt. He suddenly pulled out and slammed her down on the cot again. He fucked her hole brutally. His thick cockhead stretched her tender pussy lips every time he slammed his prick into her. Each time it felt to Jill like he was going clear through her cunt and up into her heaving belly and smack into her mouth.
She could almost taste his hot male cock flesh in her throat. She swallowed hard, like he was coming in her mouth. The tower seemed to tilt and spin like a broken top. Her fists beat against his ribs in a stormy, nerve-snapping release of her lust to fuck.
"Love that hot cock. Love it. Love it," she moaned. "Feel my cunt grab you? I'm coming, damn it. Coming!"
"Jesus Christ! Me, too!" the guard groaned. "Your cunt feels so damn tight. So fucking hot. Here it comes! Oooowwww! Shit! My cum burns like fire! Aaaahhh!"
He shoved her away from him, leaping to his feet, shuffling around the tower, doubled over, clutching his cock with both hands. Jill hadn't made it all the way. It seemed to her that her pussy ached as much as his balls must hurt. She spread her legs and grabbed for her cunt, ramming two fingers deep in her soaking hole.
"Help me," she pleaded. "Finger fuck me! Suck on me. I gotta get off. Gotta come all the way."
"Fuck you," he groaned. But even though he had blasted his balls empty, his cock stayed swollen full and rigidly erect. "This fucking thing of mine has gone nuts," he muttered.
Jill saw him standing staring at his dick, flicking it with his finger. She leaped off the cot and crashed up against him and the wall, slamming her hot snatch down over his hard prong. She forced him up into her hole, swinging her hips on his boner, fucking herself madly with his aching tool.
"You wanted to screw me," she grated. "Do it! Fuck the livin' shit out of me. Rape me, damn you!"
"Okay! Okay!" he shouted, grabbing her asscheeks. "You friggin' beach bunny. I'll screw your brains out!"
Her hips churned faster and faster. Her cunt flowed hot juice like a bubbling fountain. She felt an itching, burning flame glowing inside her belly. Her heels dug into the sand on the floor. Her sharp nails raked long bloody gashes in his ass cheeks. Jill slipped over the edge. Her eyes were glazed and wild!
She jerked back, pulling his dong out of her squishing cunt. She turned around, backing up to him and waggling her ass.
"Fuck me up my dirt chute, you sandy, gritty bastard," she snapped at him. "Rape my butt. Ah! Yes, yes, like that. Rrrrrr, deeper. Harder. Bang my hole harder!"
"I'm gonna fill your fucking asshole with hot cum, baby. Yeah! I can feel it inside me. It wants to get out. Wants to splash inside your hot shithole. Swing it, babe. Swwiiing Hit!"
She reached down and grabbed her ankles, planting herself firmly in the sand. His hands closed over her hip bones. He gritted his teeth. He bit her on her neck and unleashed an agonizing blast of sperm into her cock-packed asshole.
"Ugh! That's it, you cunt. I mean it. That is all. Leave me alone. Get your clothes on and take off," the guard groaned.
She stood there, panting, trying to wipe the stinging sweat out of her eyes. Her cunt and her stinging asshole dripped with his sticky cum. Jill scooped his shorts up off the floor and used them to wipe herself.
She rummaged through her suitcase and found a thin cotton dress. From the safety of the bottom of the ladder she looked up at him and smiled, too sweetly.
"Thanks for a good time, you fucking bunny banger, you!" she yelled up at him. "See you around. I hope NOT!"
Jill headed down the beach, glancing back at him only once. He was standing in the doorway, holding his bruised cock and shaking his head. She bet he would think twice before he tackled another hot bitch like her. Jill stopped suddenly and sat down on the sand.
What had happened to her? Just a few hours ago she had thought of herself as a dowdy housewife, stuck in a miserable apartment with a no-good, quick-coming cunt teaser. Now she had just called herself a hot bitch. She smiled and got to her feet, heading for the freeway. How much better to be a hot bitch than what she had been. God help the next man who put his hand on her bare leg! She'd put his cock in splints!
CHAPTER FIVE
It seemed darker than it should be at this hour of the afternoon. Jill glanced up at the sky. Black clouds, tinged with silver, were hustling in toward the shore. The air smelled like rain. She stood in the narrow tunnel under the freeway and wondered if she should risk getting soaked, trying to get a ride. Her legs felt weak. Her skin was sticky and sweaty from the muggy air that preceded the coming storm. Through the arch of the tunnel she could see a motel sign. Might as well check in there, and clean up and take it easy until tomorrow.
The tiny bell over the screen door brought the elderly heavy-set manager out of his back room. He looked her over, his sharp eyes noting the tumbled waves of blonde hair falling below her shoulders, and her oval face that was still without a line or a wrinkle. Her long shapely legs were as pretty as any professional dancer's. His eyes widened slightly, with approval, as she stood smiling at him, her large melon-shaped boobs straining against the thin dress.
"Room for one more?" she asked, digging in her purse for her wallet. She opened it and slipped her fingers inside. It was empty! That son of a bitch lifeguard had ripped off every cent she had!
The manager perched on a high stool, dropping his hand over his dick that lay like a long, lean sausage on his thigh. "Bad luck?" he asked.
"All my money's been stolen! God, what will I do now? Maybe-do you need a maid here? I'm willing to work hard for you." She decided to take him into her confidence, and told him about cutting loose from her marriage and hitting the road.
He listened quietly, lighting a thick cigar. He finally shook his head. "You would starve on what maids are paid, around these parts," he said quietly. "Tell you what, though. No offense, and you can take it or leave it, but I could use a good looking female like you around here. Not to make beds. To be in them."
Jill looked at him, biting her lip as she began to understand what he meant.
"The unit at the end of this row is comfortable and clean. It's yours. I collect the money, split sixty-forty, with you. Lots of horny business men are always on the road, looking for a well-built chickie like you. And I'm always here. No one will hassle you. My last babe took off with one of her steady Johns. Well?"
"How-how much do you charge the-the customers?" Jill asked, hesitantly.
"One hundred smackers. Cash. You'll have more business than you can handle. I promise. By the way, I'm Jerry Rand."
"Jill Martin," she smiled, shaking his pudgy hand. "Looks like we have a deal. I'll try it, anyway. I sure have to do something."
He handed her the room key. "Leave that wedding ring on," he told her. "I'll call you around ten tonight. Or maybe I'll just send Gary on down to your unit. He's due to stop here, tonight. Good guy. Not rough."
"Thank God for small favors," Jill smiled, rubbing her sore cunt, ruefully. "I can't believe this, really. Me, doing it for money!"
"All women do it for money, one way or another," he commented dryly. "Go clean up and get some rest."
Her room was nice, like the manager promised. Jill tossed her suitcase in a corner and stripped bare. Her hand cupped her fluffy mound of cunt hair. Her finger teased over her clit. Already she was getting turned on, thinking about making it with a horny dude in a motel room in the middle of nowhere. She filled the tub and blissfully soaked, humming softly to herself and toying with her pussy.
This was wild, but with a few bucks in her kitty and her little pussy temporarily satisfied, she could buy a bus ticket, if she wanted to, and travel to her sister's house in comfort. She had always been very practical and down-to-earth, when she was up against it. So she'd turn a trick or two, and take off. It was exciting, thinking about being with a hot man who wanted only what she wanted-to enjoy living and to fuck up a storm.
Jill stretched out on the bed and fell sound asleep. It was dark outside when she woke up. The motel sign filled her room with a sexy red glow, blinking its message into the rain-swept darkness. She sighed happily and brushed her hand down over her sleek, naked body until she was touching the soft fluff of hair covering her moist cunt. Her fingers slipped inside her pussy lips, and she felt her slick hot flesh come alive. In another second she was idly trailing her fingertips over the swollen bump of her clit. She pressed down. Little waves of pleasure rippled inside her. She increased the pressure and the speed of her rubbing. Her nipples crinkled up tightly.
"Ummmm ... mmmmm," she murmured.
The faster she rubbed her moist scarlet nubbin, the better it felt! Her hungry cunt responded to the stimulation with a trickle of warm cream. Her pussy swelled and moistened even more. Jill dipped her middle finger into her cunt and withdrew it, slowly. Her cunt quivered with anticipation of more! She caught her breath. How long had it been since she relaxed and played with herself this way. It felt strange, but very exciting!
She rubbed faster on her wet, throbbing clitty. Her pleasure mounted in quick spirals, making her cunt gush a flood of thick, slippery juice. If only her stupid husband had played with her this way, and gotten her hot and eager to fuck before he jumped her. But no. He just gave her tits a quick feel and flopped over on her. In sixty seconds it was always all over. He would turn his back to her and snore, while she lay wide awake, hot and trembling and wondering how she could have been so dumb, marrying such a sexually indifferent clod.
She slid her moist finger all the way in her hole. Her finger moved like a miniature cock, up and down in a swift fucking motion that brought her hips up off the bed. With one finger going on her clit and the other buried in her wet cunt, her excitement was dizzying. She pushed a second and a third finger inside her creaming hole.
"Oh! Oh, God, that's good!" she gasped.
Her hot clit swelled up fat and stiff, as she frigged it faster and faster. Her cunt gripped her fingers. She panted and swung her hips furiously. It wasn't like getting balled, but her pussy was still driving her up the wall with its hungry urging.
She moved her three fingers together swiftly, up and down deep in the silky tunnel. She seized her clit between her thumb and forefinger and began to twist and tug the slippery little bit of erotic flesh.
"Ooooooh," she moaned in the darkness, drawing her legs up tightly to her stomach. Her orgasm belted her so powerfully she almost slipped off the bed. Her spasms went on and on, rocking her body, blasting her belly with convulsive contractions of her strong muscles. Her cunt cream gushed out all over her fingers.
"Mmmmm, Mother!" she whimpered. "I'm so fucking hot! I hope to hell that manager sends me a hard cock before this night is over."
She padded, naked as the day she was born, into the small bathroom. Jill brushed her hair until it shone with golden lights. A touch of lipstick and a quick pinch to her cheeks, and she was pleased with her reflection. Her nerves were still singing, and tight. She shrugged the cotton print dress down over her shoulders and settled her aching breasts in the tight top. Her nipples were throbbing and erect.
She was famished, but too excited to think of anything she wanted to eat. Except cock! A light tap on her door made her pussy quiver, deep inside.
"Hi. I'm Gary. The manager told me you might be interested in having some fun company on this wet night."
Jill's eyes went straight to the sweet bulge in his pants. She swallowed hard and forced a bright smile. "Come in out of the rain. Ah ... I ... I don't do this sort of thing. Ordinarily," she blurted out, nervously.
"So he told me," Gary smiled, tossing his long coat on the chair. He stood looking at her, expectantly. Jill turned away to sit on the bed. She patted the mattress beside her hot butt. His thigh pressed against hers. His hand went around her waist, feeling her body tremble. He tilted her chin up and his lips closed over hers. She went limp, letting him press her down on the bed and cup one of her full breasts. She was hot to fuck!
"You are really built nice," he murmured. "And you turn on fast. For real. No fake pro act." He kissed her again. His hand trailed down over her flat stomach. His fingers rubbed over her full cunt mound. "Mmmmm, nice. Nice. Put your hand inside my fly. It's open!"
"I-oh, God! Are you ever hard! And-and big! This is awfully fast, for me." But her hand tugged his rigid cock out of his slacks. She struggled to sit up to look at the wicked tool the manager had sent to fuck her. Gary had a nine inch hardon, capped with a swollen reddish head. His cock sprang up from a tight nest of brown curly hair. His balls were thatched with the same silky covering. They felt heavy in her shaking hands.
"Your cock is ... simply beautiful!" Jill whispered. "I hope you aren't rough with it. I ... I'm terribly hot. I was playing with myself before you showed up."
"So was I," he laughed. "Why do you suppose my fly was open? I was walking around outside in the rain, jacking off like a dumb kid, wondering about you."
"Your dick doesn't feel cold at all. Now," Jill smiled.
He stood up and stripped naked. He lay on the bed, smiling, relaxed, fingering his rigidly erect dork. She reached down to tug her dress up over her head, suddenly feeling shy, for some strange reason she couldn't understand.
"You have the most beautiful tits I've ever seen. And that takes in one helluva lot of boobies," he grinned at her.
Jill looked down at herself. Her breasts jutted straight out, her rosy nipples stiffly erect. He pulled her down and lay on his side, tucking his stiff cock between her legs, where it pressed and twitched delightfully against her hot cunt. She caught her breath sharply when his hands began to mold and caress her hot mounds.
He cupped the heavy globes, raising and releasing them, stroking over her feverish skin. He ran his hands all over her sensitive boobs, sending tiny shivers of excitement down to her wet, waiting pussy. He bent his head down and kissed her stiff nipples. Then Jill saw his long tongue flick out, wet, shining in the weird reddish glow of the sign beyond her window. He licked her nipples. Thoroughly. With obvious pleasure.
"Ummmmm," Jill murmured. She could feel her cunt gushing thick juice down her crack. It was getting more and more difficult for her to catch her breath. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Her pussy moved against his wide cockhead like it had a mind of its own, snapping and wiggling him in between her full, wet cunt lips.
He lifted her hand to his mouth, licking her palm. It seemed to Jill it was the most sensuous thing a man had ever done to her. The red light in the room glinted off her wedding ring.
"Some jerk was really a fool to let a woman like you get away from him," he said quietly. "You are one really hot female. Your cunt is so alive it's all I can do not to ram my cock straight home in it."
"Why try to hold off?" Jill asked. "I'm ready to fuck, right now!" Her hand reached down to stroke around the base of his erect, throbbing cock.
"Not yet. We have all night," Gary said. He pulled back so his dick slipped out from between her legs and slapped wetly against his taut stomach muscles. He lifted her top leg and pulled it over him. Jill's cunt clamped down, inside, when he began to explore her pussy, her swollen red clit, the creaming mouth of her cunt hole and even down around the tiny opening of her asshole. She sighed with pleasure, at his soft touches. Not once in her marriage had her husband touched her this way. She had years of yearning for love like this, stored up inside her.
He thrust a finger in the folds of her soft bush and found the bump of her clit. The moment his finger touched her sensitive button, Jill felt a burst of horny pleasure. He stroked her clitty expertly, tickling it, rubbing it in the most exciting ways she had ever felt.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, opening her legs wider. "That feels so good!"
"Lay back and open wider," he told her. "I know something that will feel even better."
She suddenly wanted him to see every inch of her naked cunt. To have him lick her and kiss her, down there. She lay flat, raising her knees and parting her trembling thighs so it was all right there, open and so hungry, waiting for him.
He reached inside her parted cunt lips to knead her moist little joy nubbin. Her excitement grew and grew until her pussy gushed an endless river of hot juice. She knew he could see the steamy torrent spilling from her hair-fringed cunthole, but she didn't care if she soaked the whole damn bed. All her shyness had vanished. She was breathing hard, ready to screw the moment he moved up between her legs.
"I love what you do to my cunt," she whispered. "Love it! Ah! Mmmmm, you've got me going so hard I can't wait much longer to feel your prick inside me."
Gary was stiff as an iron flagpole, but he seemed in no hurry to use his dick. His hands pushed her thighs open, feeling her body tremble with lust. He seemed oddly content to tease her stiff clitty and blow hotly on the moistness of her flaming cunt opening and sniff the scent of her quivering cunt. Jill lay with her legs spread shamelessly wide, letting him play with her, hugging her own titties and moistening her parched lips, listening to her own rapid breathing.
He slid his finger all the way to the last knuckle in her fiery hot cunt and began to jerk it swiftly up and down in the creamy cunthole. He kneaded her clit faster and faster. Joy overwhelmed her. Jill came right up to the edge of her raging climax, her hips lifting off the bed in response to the hot friction of his frigging fingers.
"God!" she choked out. "You play with my snatch so beautifully! Ohhhhh! I love it. Ohhhmmm!"
Her hips bucked helplessly. Her eyes rolled crazily in her tossing head. He kept right on frigging her clit and cunt, intensifying her sudden orgasm. It went on and on, until she thought she would never ever stop coming.
"Gary. Gary," she sobbed, when her spasms finally ended. "I never thought it would be like this!"
"You like me a little, huh?" Gary teased her.
"Like? You are absolutely fantastic with a pussy," she smiled, pushing her cunt up off the bed invitingly. "Is it--are you ready to put it in?"
"No."
"NO!"
"Huh-uh," he grinned. "First, I think you ought to get better acquainted with your new friend. Kiss him."
Her fingers curled around his stiff prick. She cupped the wide head of his cock and got her palm slick with his oozing cock-juice. She stroked him vigorously, from the tight nest of curls up to the spade-shaped crown of his prick. His hand found the back of her soft neck and pushed her head down on his stiffly erect whang. She kissed the wet knob-like head of his tool. Her tongue whipped in tight little circles around and around. Then she opened her lips wide and slid down, down, down on him.
"Wuff!" he gasped. "Mmmmm, if you only knew how good your mouth feels, sucking me that way. It's going to blow up right in your face if we don't put it away somewhere."
Jill was more than ready! She rolled on her back and spread. But Gary shook his head and urged her up and over him, to sit down hard on his stiff cock and bury every inch out of sight in her golden thatch. He fucked her with swift, deep, steady strokes.
"Oh-good, good! Yes, yes. Screw me that way. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He was the lover she hoped he'd be, in every way. He was tireless, balling her steadily from one raging climax straight into another. Her hands gripped his waist, leaning over him, fucking his pleasure pole with quick snaps of her hips. He brought her off five fantastic times before she went limp, settling down on him, sinking his dork in her soaked hole clear up to his swollen balls. She shuddered from head to foot, shaking her tousled head to try to clear away the foggy haze that made his bright eyes, watching her, seem blurry and vague.
"Come! You've got to come!" Jill groaned. She hadn't the strength to choke out another word. She felt him abruptly stiffen inside her. Her cunt held him in a vise grip, waiting for that magic moment when his cum would roar up through his thick shaft and flood into her eagerly waiting hole.
"Yes! I'm gonna come! NOW! God damn, it's blowing off! The head of my poor cock is blowing off! Aaarrrggghhh!"
They clung together, rolling over and over on the bed as his dick poured out an ocean of scalding hot cum. When his cock finally stopped shooting, he pressed rigidly against her soft cunt mound, tilting her face up to him and kissing her tenderly.
"You are really something else," he murmured in her ear. "I'll never forget this night with you."
"If you are going to San Francisco, we could meet up there in the city-and do this all over again," she whispered.
"Best idea I've heard all week!" he grinned happily.
CHAPTER SIX
The bright sun was high in a cloudless sky when Jill's sleepy eyes opened the next morning. She tried to figure out what had awakened her. The room looked familiar now. She could still smell her own hot cunt. The scent hung heavy in the room. She stretched luxuriously on the rumpled bed, and heard the tapping noise again.
"This is the manager. Do you have a man in your room?"
Jill laughed and called out, "I will in a minute. Come on in."
The portly motel owner came scuffling in, grinning, to sit on the edge of her bed and eye her full breasts gleaming through the thin shortie gown.
"How did it go?" he asked, reaching over to cup her cunt in his hand.
"He was terrific! A really nice guy. We plan on meeting again someday soon. You have some money for me?"
He counted out five ten dollar bills and tucked the money in between her moist pussy lips. A bonus! "If you'd like an after-nooner, I got the man lined up," he smiled.
"Sure thing. But I'm starved. What's on the room service menu?"
He snorted, flipping the sheet down off the bed. "You kidding? You can cook bacon and eggs in my kitchen. Strictly self service around this joint. Put a robe on and come on along with me."
She went in the bathroom and tinkled on the pot, watching him watch her. Jill held her gown up high while she patted her muff dry. "Like it?" she teased, slipping her finger in her warm hole.
"It will do," he said, casually. "I'm glad I'm too old for sex. Saves a lot of frustration, at my age." The bulge that grew behind his fly made him a liar. He patted her smooth butt and they walked hand in hand up the long row of units to his office, and into the kitchen in the back.
He sat beside her at the tiny table, watching the small movements of her full breasts under the thin robe, while she ate. Jill felt very grateful to him. Her hand dropped on his lap.
"You know you don't have to do that, if you don't want to," he said quietly. She felt his cock stir and grow along his leg.
"Maybe I want to," she smiled, tugging at his zipper. His face turned a happy, bright red. He cleared his throat noisily. He looked down at his full erection standing straight up in her hand. Her fingers moved, gently but insistently. The pink head of his cock rose clear above the edge of the table. A sparkling drop of fluid trembled at the very tip of his dick. Jill smoothed it over his knob and wound her fingers firmly around his shaft.
"Like that?" she whispered.
He nodded vigorously, swallowing hard. "It's been a long, long time since I've had a good looking woman jack me off," he muttered. "I'm gonna hate to see you go. When you decide to, that is. I'd like you to stay here, forever. And never stop playing with my cock!"
Jill knelt on the linoleum covered floor and bent his stiff cock out toward her open mouth. She sucked smoothly on him, bringing him up and trembling. The veins in his long tool stood out, blue and pulsing with the quick flow of hot blood surging through his cock.
"Jesus, just look at me!" he marveled. "Like I was a punk kid again!"
His hand closed over hers. Together, they stroked him into a fast, smooth come that Jill took deep in her mouth, sucking on him until he went dry and soft in her firm fingers wrapped tenderly around his delighted prick.
"Oh, oh. Me, oh, my!" he sighed. "Where did that young kid go?" he laughed to himself. "You killed him."
Jill laughed, and patted his limp cock. "I had better take my bath and get gorgeous," she told him. "You said I had an afternoon cock to handle?"
He sighed heavily. "Yeah. Hate to let you go to work. I forget the dude's name. He's in unit four. When you are ready, bang on his door. And take it easy, Jill. That bastard is hung!"
Jill took a fast bath and rummaged in her suitcase for a pair of silk panties and a tiny bra she had bought in a last-ditch attempt to arouse her husband's interest in fucking her. They had not worked. Not at all. But then, not one fucking thing did it for him. Just beer and the boob tube and maybe a quickie, one or two nights a week. That shithead!
Her dress didn't look too wrinkled to wear just one more time. Her heels clicked on the cement walk to room four. The door opened before she could knock. Standing in the doorway was a terrifically handsome man! Maybe forty-five years old. He wore a maroon robe and had two glasses of bourbon and ice in his hands. His eyes were a clear blue, in a deeply tanned face.
"Saw you coming. When you walk, everything moves. Delightfully!"
Jill smiled and took the drink he offered, sitting in the chair by the window. She hooked a knee over the arm, letting his eyes go to the tiny patch of silk over her cunt. She noticed he had large, well kept hands and a small moustache neatly trimmed. His body was strong and trim. The briefcase by his bed looked very expensive, and the Lincoln outside his unit was new. Money!
"Whether you know it or not," he smiled, "you look less like a pro hustler than any woman I've ever met."
"It's a long, sad story," Jill smiled back at him. "I'm no pro. Just lonely and broke. And suddenly very horny," she giggled. Her eyes watched his hand laying on his lap.
"Let's see what we can do about your condition," he said, standing up and pulling her to her feet. He slipped his arms around Jill. They kissed, deeply, wetly, hungrily. They tottered and lost their balance and fell on the bed, still clinging to each other. He wormed his slick tongue into her hot mouth. Jill responded, tickling her own tongue excitedly over his. He was breathing harshly.
"Are you all right?" Jill asked him, anxiously. She pulled back and looked into his bright blue eyes. Her hand slid under his robe. He drew in his breath, sharply, when her fingers brushed over his firm cock. Her eyes grew round as she felt him grow mightily under her soft touch. His cock seemed thick as a ball bat, and it must have been at least nine inches long. Jill bit her lip, having sudden doubts about being able to handle so much meat.
"I'm okay. My chest gets tight when I get turned on. Like now. You really do it for me, you know!"
Jill smiled at him and stood beside his bed. He lay back, watching her watch him slowly jacking off his enormous pleasure rod. She shook free of her dress.
"Want to take the rest off?" she whispered. He shook his head.
"You do it. I'll just lay here and play with this ready whang of mine. I'm hot to get with it! Christ, what a set of knockers you have! My mouth is slobbering already!"
He pulled her nakedness into his arms and began to kiss her, ravenously, on the face, on her hot mouth, on her full tits, and down, down over her smooth belly. Her pussy throbbed and got sticky wet with her excitement. She could smell her own cunt scent. It seemed to fill the whole room!
"You are one beautiful chick. You make my wife look like an old bat, and she's barely out of college. Whew! Your cunthole snaps at my fingers like a damn steel trap!"
His mouth worked slowly down over her fragrant muff. His fingers tugged her thighs open wider and lifted her knees up off the bed. He pressed his flushed face into her flaming hot bush, his tongue going abruptly mad, flicking and teasing around on her erect clit. She moaned and grabbed his rigid dork, stroking up and down and grinding her hot palm over the enormous red head.
Her glistening pink clitty disappeared in his mouth. He sucked and pulled on her cunt lips, shoving them widely apart and digging his tongue deeply into her clenching hotly scented love tunnel.
"Damn, Oh, damn! What a sweet, fucking pussy you have. I could eat you all day long." His cock leaped in her grasp, dribbling juice out and down his thick shaft. Wild electric sensations shot through her as he ate her cunt, nipping, sucking, and licking hot flashes of erotic heat out of her snatch, that spread like a flame up through her convulsing body.
"Lick me. Suck me. Harder. Bite. Bite!" she groaned, her eyes closing. Her head rolled around mindlessly on the pillow. His slick tongue tip flicked back and forth over her hot clit. A steady stream of cunt juice dribbled out of her hole, running all over his smearing chin. Her legs opened painfully wide. She clawed at the bed, in ecstasy from his sucking mouth on her pussy. It was so swollen she felt she would never be able to close her legs on it again.
"Ohhhhh, I love it. You suck cunt, like a real pussy master!" she whimpered. Jill tried to pull his enormous cock closer to her open, panting mouth. She felt herself moving like she was sliding on cool fire-ice, heading into a fantastic orgasm!
"Rowrmmm," she groaned, deep in her throat. "I never felt anything like your sucking mouth on my twat. You are fantastic! Uh! Uh! Uh! I'm coming. Gotta commme!"
She lost all control. Her cunt cream gushed out to soak his face. Her hips jerked all over the bed. She slammed her greedy clit again and again against his sucking mouth. Her orgasm blasted through her shaking body like an A-bomb!
He held her to him, waiting for her shaking to subside. She felt him move his hard cock, in his hand covering hers, bringing it up to her open mouth. It slipped inside, twitching as he felt her sharp teeth close over his cocktip and bite into his hot flesh. He groaned out loud and his tongue rammed into her cunt, lapping up her hot fluids and sucking for more. He fucked her cunt with his tongue, flicking it up and down and in and out while her hips fought back at the sensations of sucking and fucking that were driving her out of her fevered mind.
He gave her no time to recover. He kept on jerking his tongue into her convulsing cunt. The powerful spasms rocked her body again. She was breathless, hanging on to his cock, jamming it into her mouth.
He pulled it away from her, lifting her legs and sliding down under her body, his mouth going straight for her puckering asshole.
"Oh, no! Jesus Christ, I can't stand that. You're driving me crazy." But although she protested, her legs kept opening wider and her butt cheeks spread for his tongue. Waves of wild pleasure smashed through her cringing body as he worked his stiff hot tongue up her tight asshole. She tried desperately to relax, to let him get in even farther.
"I love your tongue in my asshole," she panted. "Love it!" Her hands dove into her aching cunt, slipping two fingers into her wet channel, clawing at her burning clit. In just seconds she came again, hot tears running down her cheeks and splashing on the rumpled sheet. He finally lifted his head and wiped his mouth against her hot thighs. She felt him roll her over on her stomach. His enormous rod sank deep into her hole, smoothly, strongly, going in and into her cunt, never stopping until it bruised against the very end of her cunthole. He pulled her up on her hands and knees and gripped her hip bones, ramming his thick dork in and out, making loud slushing sounds, forcing her love juice to gush out of her hole and dribble down her trembling legs.
His hand reached for her quivering tits. His hot balls slapped against her soaked flesh. The bed creaked. The steady rhythm echoed from the bare motel walls and buzzed around in her hot brain-slap, squish, slap, squish.
"How can it hurt this much, when I'm so fucking wet?" Jill moaned. "You are too damn big for my cunt. Oh ... I'm being cut in half. Too ... toooo damn big for me!"
"So, I'm too much for your cunt?" he grunted. "You have another hole, you know. Want me to fuck you up your ass?"
"No! Oh God, NO! You'd kill me with that huge thing. Just keep it where it is. I-I'm getting used to it, now. You have more cock than I've ever tried to handle before."
He slammed into her cunt, hard and fast. Her arms tired. She slid forward on the bed. He pulled his cock out of her sucking pussy, making a lewd slurping noise as her cunt walls came together inside her empty pussy. She flipped over, wrapped her legs around his trim waist and took his thrusting cock back into her hole again, wincing when he wedged his thick tool in her clenching snatch.
Jill's box was bruised and tender. Her nerves kept bunching up, screaming for the release of another climax, but she tried to relax and roll with his fucking motions. His come sneaked up on him with no warning at all! His cock grew red hot and erupted a terrific load of searing hot cum that burned her tender cunt flesh and quickly flowed out around his enormous cock, thoroughly soaking the sheet under her twitching bottom.
He pulled out and fell over on his back, wiping the sweat from his face with shaking hands. He groaned when her mouth closed over his dick, but he didn't try to stop her from sucking the very last drop of cum out of his battered cock.
"Weak. Weak as a kitten," he muttered. "Help me up. Pour us a drink. Strong!"
They sat naked together on his bed, smiling at each other and enjoying the burning coolness of the liquor as it coursed through their reviving bodies.
"I don't even know your name," Jill said, holding his rising cock in her warm hand.
"Doesn't matter. Soon I'll be way down the road. Better this way. What do names matter, anyhow? I know I'm not going to forget your sweet pussy, or the way you come and come when I fuck you."
"Speaking of that," Jill smiled, leaning over to kiss his wet cockhead. "You gave me a challenge, a little while ago. Now I really want to see if I can take this wild cock up my ass. Game?"
"Are you wet enough, back there?"
"Soaked. And hot. And ready."
They downed the last gulp of their drinks. Jill got on her hands and knees and waggled her round butt at him, grinning in anticipation. His cock rose full and stiff when his eyes saw her round, tight butthole, and the wet pink cunt slit just below it, waiting impatiently for its turn. Jill leaned over, hugging a pillow to her aching breasts, trying to relax so he could work his wide cock into her shit hole without hurting her too damn much.
"Ow! Oh, wow! Maybe, my idea wasn't so good, after all," she groaned when his hard rod pushed against her asshole.
"Shut up. Push!" was all he said. He was roaring hot again. His hips gave a quick snap. To her surprise, his cock whipped in past her tight outer muscle. It traveled in without a single pause until she felt his balls pressing against her wet flesh.
"Mother of Mercy!" he moaned. "I'm in, but I can't believe how tight your asshole is. How does it feel to you?"
"Mmmmm. Nice. Different. I love it! Let me push my fingers inside my cunt. I want to feel that huge fucking dick in me. God, there's hardly room in my pussy for my fingers! Fuck my butt, honey. Do it to me."
He rode his stiff meat in and out of her clinging asshole, settling his knees into the mattress and pulling her squirming ass back toward him. He suddenly pulled clear out of her shithole, only to ram his dork inside her hot cunt, right beside her exploring fingers. Wham! Wham! He pounded her cunt harder and harder, growing so stiff Jill's cunt felt like it had a baseball bat rammed in it.
"Aaaawww!" she groaned, gritting her teeth and spreading her hands on the bed, trying to steady herself under the terrific force of his hard dong reaming her cunt. He was going for his second come, holding her in a steely grip while his cock churned in her boiling hot cunt.
"Back! I want to be back in your ass!" he panted. "Want to come! Move, damn it. Swing that butt. Don't stop on me now!"
Jill's mouth hung open, gasping, dry as cotton in the summer sun. His cock whipped in and out of her stinging butt. Back and forth. Ripping. Tearing. He drove for that welcome burst of relief that would empty his aching balls and drown her cunt and her fucking ass with cum.
Jill crashed flat on the bed, bringing him down with her. His hands curled over her shaking shoulders. His hard cock kept rasping in and out of her chute. Her breasts were mashed flat against the bouncing mattress. Their breathing was heavy. Gasping. Labored. Jill didn't want to stop. Couldn't stop. Her nails ripped the sheets. She bit her fingers, whimpering. Her asshole was a raging fire! Still his tool kept slamming into her, spreading her ass cheeks, filling her shit chute full of roaring, flaming hot meat.
"Ohhhh, God, here it comes!" he shouted. "I'm coming. I'm coming in your fucking ass. It hurts! Shit, you're going to tear my cock off! OUCH! OUCH!"
"Keeeeep fucking meeeee!" Jill wailed. "I'm almost there. Almost coming. Screw me. Push! Push!"
Jill felt every muscle in her body tense up and snap like rubber bands. She moaned, lying flat, and motionless, except for her tight asshole gripping his hot dork. It seemed hours and hours, to her, before her body began to relax. Little shuddering comes continued to zip through her. Finally, she steadied down. He pulled out and awkwardly got to his feet, reaching for the bottle of bourbon.
"No," he muttered. "Fuck it. No more to drink, now. What I want is a good night's sleep. Mmmm, look at this poor cock of mine. You've broken it for good," he sighed, lifting its head and seeing it flop down and swing slowly in a long, tired arc.
"It will be good as new in the morning," Jill promised him. "You could bring it down to my place. Last unit in the row."
"Can't be, sweets. Business meeting, early in the morning. Time for you to scoot home. Take care of yourself, Jill. You are one terrific, mad, fucking broad. Love ya!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jill flipped the television on, but the late shows were boring. She quickly grew restless in the small motel room, alone. When the manager checked to see if she was all right, and handed her another fifty dollars, Jill abruptly decided it was time to move on. Right now! Even in the middle of the night. The moon was bright and the skies were clear. When he left, she put on a warm shirt and levis, and packed her suitcase.
She strolled up the road to the motel entrance. There was a young fellow fooling with the motor of his Honda, parked near the motel sign. Tools were scattered around on the ground under the bike. As she approached him he stood up, wiping his hands and nodding to himself, satisfied with the adjustment he had made.
"Nice night," Jill smiled at him.
"It sure is." He stood looking at her tight shirt and the way it revealed the curves of her breasts. "Name's Tim," he said, holding out his hand.
His grin was warm and friendly. She stood very close to him, running her hand over the seat of the cycle.
"If you are going up the coast tonight, I'd like to ride with you. Could I fit on this seat behind you?"
"Sure," he grinned. "You're at the motel? Go grab your gear. I'll strap it on. There's room on the rack behind my sleeping bag."
In a few minutes they were ready for the highway. Tim kicked the engine over and motioned for her to get on and hold onto him tightly. Jill caught her breath when she felt the powerful surge of the motor. Her arms hugged him, pressing her large breasts against his broad back. They hit the freeway and he opened up, roaring through the star-filled night, holding one of her cool hands under his.
"My other hand is cold," Jill told him, nipping at his ear.
He revved the heavy motor and swung out to pass a slow moving truck. "Can't you think of any place to put it?" he shouted back.
"Oh, yes!" she told him. "That is, if you don't mind."
"Be my guest." He sat up straight so she could pull his zipper down. Her hand slipped into the warmth of his fly, cupping his strong, thick cock. One more mile down the freeway and she had him out in the night air, coming up hard and throbbing heavily in her clenched fist.
Her nipples rose stiffly from her excitement, playing with his hard tool. Jill felt that familiar, sexy warm blush creeping over her boobs and up her smooth neck. She was on! His hand wrapped around hers, slowing the pace of her cock stroking.
"Why don't we pull off the road at Shell Beach?" he shouted back to her. "There's room for you in my sleeping bag, if you don't make my cock get any bigger."
She laughed and lovingly squeezed his dick. "No guarantees!"
The beach should have been called Dune Center. Most of the shells had been carried away by hundreds of kids and vacationers to the broad sweep of sand and low brush. They found a wide depression in the sandy beach, sheltered from the cool night breeze. Tim tossed the sleeping bag down in the smooth sandy area and uncorked a thermos of hot coffee.
They sat cross-legged on the bag, sipping the steaming brew and talking in low tones. Jill was aglow. She tugged her shirt open. She could feel his eyes on her full breasts, snow-white and lush, in the bright moonlight. Her hands caressed his erect cock that dribbled a steady stream of juice. The urge to fuck built swiftly in both of them. Jill lay back on the soft bag and guided his hand inside her shirt. Her stiff nipples tingled at his warm touch. His cock throbbed with every quick beat of his heart. It was so quiet in the dunes, they felt wonderfully alone. Isolated. Like they were in a shining crater on the moon. Tim was a very capable lover, young as he was. Her boobs swelled under his skillful fingers teasing her hot flesh into waves of rippling goose bumps of excitement.
His fingers unbuttoned her shirt completely and pulled it open. Jill's silvery mounds rose and fell with her quick breathing. He sucked tenderly on her rigid nipples, sliding his hand down into her levis and cupping her hot pussy mound.
"Mmmmm. You make love so sweetly," Jill murmured. "It's like we've been going together for weeks and weeks. You know where all my secret turn-on places are hidden. You make my clitty tingle with joy, rubbing it that way."
Her hands pushed her pants down her slim legs. His hot mouth followed the edge of the material. Tim's tongue flicked over her erect clit and dipped into the fragrant bush of hair that gleamed like spun gold, in the light of the moon.
They lay side by side on the sleeping bag, their hands hotly stroking each other's ass cheeks. His mouth eagerly sucked on her cunt, his tongue brushing her hair aside and exposing her soft warm flesh to his touch. Jill's lips and tongue worked hungrily on his thick tool, frenching him into quick, quivering shudders that made her long to feel his totally naked body lying on hers.
They undressed each other and unzipped the bag, lying starkly nude in the cool night air, licking and kissing hotly. How different this is, from getting banged for money, back at the motel, Jill thought.
"Ease off on that cock," Tim whispered to her. "I want to concentrate on eating your pussy. You taste so damn good! When I push my tongue in you, it grabs at me! Your cunt is like a hot, hungry man trap."
Jill understood his mood and reluctantly let go of his rigid dick. She clasped her hands under her head, fluffing her hair in golden waves, relaxing with her legs spread wide for his mouth to enjoy her cunt. She tried very hard to lie still and think about nothing except how his mouth felt, eating and eating her hot snatch. Jolts of electric fire zipped up through her body each time his tongue tip grazed over her clit. The full moon dodged in and out of the scattered clouds, now revealing, now hiding their white forms prone on the warm sleeping bag.
"Ooooooh, I'm in heaven," Jill sighed happily, reaching down to brush her fingers over his smooth cheeks. "You suck on me so good. So easy. So slow and sensuous. I want to come, but I don't want to."
His fingers parted her fat pussy lips. He backed away, to stare at her moist pink flesh. Her cunt closed firmly around his middle finger when he began to finger fuck her, deliciously slowly and deeply. Jill's hips trembled and rose to follow his finger when it withdrew from her damp depths. She could not keep from reaching down to stroke her own rigid clit.
"Hot damn! That turns me on," Tim grinned. "Watching you play with your cunt that way, I mean. I've never seen a woman do that. Not once in all my life."
"With you, it seems so right," she said. "It's exciting to see your eyes following my finger. I don't feel dirty, or bad, doing it in front of you. Uh ... OH! I'm going to come, Tim! Can't help it. I'm coming!"
"Do it! Go ahead. Get your gun, honey." He backed away to sit up between her legs, roughly jacking his cock with one hand and holding tightly to her open leg, feeling her body growing more and more tense as her climax built and swiftly smothered her in its crashing waves of erotic pleasure.
He watched her hips snap up and press her cunt mound against her circling fingertip rubbing frantically on her sensitive clitty. She came with convulsive speed moaning his name, writhing and twisting as her fingers drove deep into her hole. Her orgasm shook them both! He fell on her, raking her finger with his stiff cock as it rammed into her cunt. He hugged her, tightly, feeling her ecstasy as she came and came and then, ever so slowly, began fucking the delightful hardness of his probing whang.
He pushed her arms and legs out from her body, and lifted himself up high, so just his hard cock made contact with her. His move concentrated all their feelings on her cunt and his stiff cock. Their eyes watched his thick pole rise and fall, sinking to the bottom of her cunt and then easing back, to gleam wetly in the soft light reflected from the shifting sands.
Tim fucked her tirelessly, smoothly, using the same tightly bunched muscles that guided his powerful Honda. They now worked like a snapping whip to thrill her silky cunt with the movements of his cock. Jill's hips matched his, stroke for stroke. She dug her heels into the yielding bag and contracted the strong muscles in her cunt, dragging his slippery juice from his fucking shaft. It trickled down the crack of her ass, drying quickly from the flaming heat of her flushed skin.
He lifted her legs over his shoulders, tilting her cunt up to the moonlight. "God! That's the most beautiful sight in the whole fucking world," he breathed. "Look how your cunt lips close so tightly around me. I can feel your snatch move, inside, and grab my cock. Horny! Horny! Christ, watching your pussy fuck me is gonna make me come in just two more strokes."
"NO!" Jill gasped. "No, not so soon! I want to fuck all night long. I don't want to stop. Your cock feels so good in me. Slow down. Slow! Just lay on me and let it soak."
He rested on his elbows and brushed his open lips over her ruby nipples. Her cunt would not relax. It kept working on his rod, milking and tightening around it so insistently that she made him come even though his cock wasn't moving an inch.
His dick erupted, swelling and jerking furiously. "Aaaaaah," he sighed. She grabbed him, locking him to her, shuddering and moaning like she was dying. His hot gism sluiced into her slick hole. He crushed her to him, running his tongue deep into her mouth, licking and sucking her tongue as his dick throbbed in her velvet prison.
Tim shakily sat up and eased his soft tool out of her cunt. He shook his head and rubbed his hand over his wet mouth. "Tastes like hot pussy," he grinned at her. "Beats a twelve course dinner all to hell and gone!"
"I can still taste the sweetness of your cock, too," Jill replied. "You're not sleepy now, are you? I mean, we're not going to stop making love, are we?"
Her voice was so plaintive, Tim laughed and playfully rumpled her hair. "No way, I ... listen! I must be losing my marbles! We're not fucking, but I can still hear a woman panting!"
Jill sat up, and then scrambled to her feet and silently climbed up the edge of the dune. She knelt down at the top, and beckoned him to come up beside her. "Look," she whispered. "Isn't that simply beautiful? I didn't know anyone was on the beach, but us."
They lay on their stomachs, watching two stark naked girls sucking madly on each other's pussies, in the bottom of a shallow hollow of the beach below them. Panties and bras and shirts and shorts were scattered around on the sand. Their slim bodies undulated slowly. Their heads moved between uplifted legs, lapping and sucking noisily. Neither of the girls was aware of being watched.
Jill felt her cunt burning. "Stand up, Tim," she urged him. "I want to screw you, right here in the open. I want them to look up and see your beautiful cock fucking my cunt. They won't believe their eyes!"
He grinned and helped her to her feet, his cock up stiff and bouncing with his eagerness to slide back into the warm nest of her pussy.
Jill sucked in her breath sharply when his rigid dick nudged past her cunt lips and sank into her tender hole. Her arms stole around his neck. She fucked him, digging her feet into the yielding sand and tilting her cunt so his cockhead dragged maddeningly over her clit.
"Ooooo, look up there!" she heard one of the girls call out.
"Wha-what's wrong? What do you ... oh, wow! Look at that! And she's as naked as we are!"
"Look at her snatch swinging on that hard cock. Jesus! It's just like the couple on the cover of my fuck book."
Tim grinned down at them and began ramming his rigid rod in and out of Jill's hole even faster. The girls whispered to one another and then quickly got to their feet and scampered up the sandy bank to Jill and Tim. Not one more word was said. Their hands stroked Jill's trembling ass, feeling the silky softness of her skin and the ripple of her muscles working on Tim's cock.
"Ah!" Jill moaned softly. She leaned back away from Tim, making room for four hot hands to cup her swaying breasts and brush down over her stomach. Tim groaned when he felt his cock being squeezed by twenty hot fingers teasing around his wet shaft.
"Jesus, what a turn-on," he mumbled, growing hard as a rock. "I'm being fucked and jacked off at the same time. Too much! It's too much to handle!"
"Come!" the smaller of the two girls hissed hotly in his ear. "Come! I want to feel your cock shoot in her hole." Her finger darted between his plunging ass cheeks and burrowed into his tight asshole. She knelt down, pushing their bodies apart so she could see his wang drilling into Jill's pussy. "Beautiful," she murmured. "I could almost dig getting that dork up my own cunt."
Tim's hips snapped like a bull whip, his balls growing full and. heavy. He felt like a flaming poker prodding Jill's creaming cunt.
"Ahhhhh, no, no! Oh, shit! I'm coming," he groaned. "Can't stop it. Can't!"
The naked chick on her knees pushed him away from Jill and seized his hard dong. Her hand hotly pumped the thick cum out of his tool. The huge sparkling globs arched out into the air and splashed on the thirsty sand. Her companion seized Jill in a bear hug, kissing her firm tits and rubbing her pussy against Jill's screaming clitty. They tumbled down on the sand, grinding their cunt mounds together and coming and coming, clinging hotly to one another.
"What are you doing to me?" Jill gasped as she felt the girl's strong fingers whip into her wet hole. She lay flat on her back, looking down at the hand frigging her pussy. Tim knelt beside her. His mouth snapped shut over her erect nipple. He tilted his head so he could see the hot chick spread Jill's legs even wider and bury her face between Jill's shaking thighs.
"She's sucking my poor cunt clear off," Jill exclaimed. "I've never had a real lez go down on me. It's-it's frightening, the way she goes after my pussy!"
Tim's stiff rod was being handled roughly by the girl who had butt fingered him. She beat his meat without mercy, mumbling, "Come, you cock! I want you to come. You're so hot and stiff. Shoot!"
He groaned and shoved her roughly away. He grabbed his cock with both hands, defensively. "This ain't no fuckin' cum machine," he snapped at her. "Fuck off! Get back down the hill and suck your buddy off."
"No, no!" Jill panted. "Not yet. Get me off. At least once. I'm so fucking hot I gotta have a climax. NOW! Bite on me, you hot bitch. Lick me! Suck on me!"
"To hell with these crazy lezzies," Tim grunted. He pulled the girl away from Jill. "Beat it, you two. I got me some hard screwin' to do."
He jerked Jill to her feet and pushed her ahead of him, down into their own little hollow in the sand. The moment her ass hit the sleeping bag he was into her cunt, fucking her with a fast beat that rattled her teeth.
"Pour it to me," Jill screamed. "Fuck my cunt! FUCK IT! Don't you dare come. That bitch set my pussy on fire! I'm a cunt. Just a hot cunt. One huge, hungry mad fucking cunt. Cunt, cunt, cunt!" She babbled like a loon, out of her head with her insanely hot urge for an orgasm.
Her nails ripped into his ass cheeks. She pulled him deep inside her, snapping her hips, biting him on his neck. His cock felt like it was being jacked off. The friction of her clinging cunt walls inflamed his rigid dick.
"Oh, shit! God damn it all, to hell," Tim shouted. "I'm gonna go off again! I can feel my cum boiling up inside my cock. Ugh!"
His toes dug into the sand, pushing him into her to the very bottom of her grasping hole. He gritted his teeth and blasted a terrific load of gism into her hot cunthole.
He rolled away from her, holding his cock and biting his lips from the pain of his strained climax. "Wow! Now-that is ALL, baby! No more. That's all she wrote!"
When his body finally stopped shaking, he fumbled into the warm sleeping bag, holding it open for Jill to slip in beside him. In just a few minutes, the beach heard only the whisper of the wind sighing through the brush and over the shifting sands. They slept like children, nestled together. The moon drifted behind the clouds, drawing the darkness around them.
CHAPTER EIGHT
They were both as hungry as wolves, the next morning. After working their way through bacon and eggs and stacks of pancakes, Tim dropped Jill off in front of the Greyhound Bus depot.
"Watch yourself in the heavy traffic, on that crazy machine," she cautioned him. "And don't pick up any strange, horny women."
"You sound like my mom," he grinned, kissing her with a wistful expression on his young face. "I'll be careful. You too!"
Jill tossed her suitcase on the overhead rack and eased into the window seat on the driver's side, at the back of the huge bus. Only the seat next to her was unoccupied. Just before she heard the low growl of the engine and the hiss of compressed air, the last passenger boarded and sat down nervously beside her. He was a young boy. About twelve or thirteen, Jill guessed. She watched while he searched the crowd of people on the sidewalk and waved to a woman who had to be his mother. She had the same lanky figure, and the same mop of flaming red hair.
"Going to San Francisco?" she asked him.
He nodded. "My mom and dad are breaking up and I have to go stay with my aunt for a while. I don't wanna go. I love my mom."
She noticed his hands were absently holding his cock, as he thought about leaving his mother. She wondered just how his mother had loved him! The way he was fondling his half hard dick gave her a pretty good clue. He tugged his heavy jacket off and laid it across his lap. When the bus was only a mile down the highway, his hand began moving in a way that told Jill he was surely playing with his cock.
Jill glanced sharply at the boy's face. His eyes were filled with tears. His hand pumped up and down on his prick, in an absent minded way. Jill felt sorry for him. Her own small troubles seemed nothing at all compared to his. If her own husband had not been so opposed to children, she could now have a son his age.
Impulsively she shifted over close to him, and put her arm around his shoulders. He leaned against her. She smiled at him and brushed his hair back from his eyes. "Rest a while," she murmured. "We'll be in Frisco before too long. Everything will work out okay for you. You'll see."
He sighed and put his head on her soft shoulder. The jacket slipped lower on his lap. Jill felt that old tingle of excitement in her stomach when she saw the size of the pudgy cock in the boy's hand. She reached down and pulled his jacket up higher. The back of her hand brushed over the wide tip of his erection.
"Will you hold my dick, like my mom ... I mean, will you play with it? Just a little bit?"
Jill bit her lip, hesitating. She glanced nervously around at the other passengers, but either they had their faces buried in magazines or they were gazing out of the wide bus windows.
He took his hand off his stiff dick and lifted the edge of his jacket. She could not help herself. "Well, okay. But just for a minute or two," she whispered. She tugged all of his cock out of his open fly. It was pink and thick and jumpy, all deliciously young and firm! If she had only had a boy, he would have a neat pecker like this, and she knew she'd suck on him, like she wanted to with this lonely youngster.
"Squeeze it harder. That feels great!" he said. "My mom-uh-my mom tickles my balls and gets my dick all slick, and she rubs her thumb over the end of my whacker. Yeah-oh, yeah ... just like that!"
Jill's hot hand moved up and down on his rigid cock. She felt her pussy start to soak her panty crotch. This was insane! Jerking off a strange kid in broad daylight, on a crowded bus. His dick throbbed so damn stiffly in her teasing hand, she could not make herself take her fingers away from it.
"Listen," she said quietly. "These people are going to see your cock, if we fool around here. I'm going back to the washroom. In a minute, you come back. Close the door real quick, behind you. Okay! We can play in there, and no one will know."
"Hey! That'll be neat! Help me stuff it back in my pants."
Jill walked on shaky legs, hoping her wet cunt would not soak through her slacks. She stood uncertainly, inside the tiny room, telling herself she was nuts to mess around with this young, horny kid. But when he opened the door, her hand went straight for his sweet dick.
"Stand up on the toilet seat. Hang on to the handgrip there on the wall," she told him. Her fumbling fingers unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down his legs. His hard cock snapped up, swelling out almost as full and husky as Tim's had been, the night before.
Jill caught her breath when his hands reached out and pulled her face close to the bright pink cocktip that bobbed just inches from her parted lips.
"Suck on it, a little bit," he said. "My mom licks me, underneath. It makes my balls get full and achy. She lets me come in her mouth, sometimes. If I don't tell her when I'm gonna shoot. Will you suck me all the way?"
There was no stopping. Not now. Not with that stiff young hunk of tasty meat sliding in and out of her wet mouth. Jill braced herself against the motion of the bus and gave into her urge to lick and bite and suck on the stiff rod that was manfully screwing into her mouth. Her hands reached around to hold his firmly muscled, tight little ass. She took in every inch of his sweet tasting dick.
Her boobs felt warm and tingly from her excitement. Tugging her sweater up to her chin, she pressed her tits around his hard shaft and jacked him between her full breasts. He reached down to push her swollen tits around his cock, fucking against her body with practiced swings of his strong little hips. Jill guessed he was no stranger to tit fucking!
She felt his prick grow rock hard and watched it turn even more flaming red. Every hair on his balls began to bristle. Her mouth swooped down over his cockhead just as he made an odd snuffling sound and whipped out a small ocean of hot, young-boy cum.
"Wooooow! You suck me real neat," he whispered hotly.
Jill swallowed every drop. She stroked his tight balls and his smooth thighs. His cock finally began to droop. She sighed and helped him pull his pants up and tuck his shirt in.
"Let me go out first," she told him. "And we are not going to mess around, back in our seats. Okay? We pushed our luck far enough."
He nodded. In just a little while he was sound asleep, covered with the heavy plaid jacket Jill tucked in around his sturdy little boy. She slid her hand underneath, and rode the rest of the way holding his soft cock and tender balls. She tried to interest herself in the passing scenery, but the taste of his cum in her mouth and the tiny pricks of heat that glowed inside her cunt distracted her. Jill heaved a long sigh of relief when the bus slowed down and plunged into the thick traffic on the outskirts of the city.
She saw her young seat companion safely in the company of his aunt, and caught a cab to her sister's house. It was so hard to keep her hands off her itchy pussy, she gave up trying. As the cab inched along through the slow traffic, her hand slipped under her skirt. She pushed the damp crotch of her panties aside and eased her finger into her cunthole.
"Aaaaaahh!" she sighed. "That feels mighty good."
The driver reached up and tilted his rear view mirror so he could see up her smooth legs and catch a glimpse of her gold pussy fur fringing around her busy fingers. She grinned boldly at him and opened her legs wide.
She called out, "Like what you see?" She raised her hips and slid her panties down her legs and stuffed them in her purse.
"Nice!" he grinned. "You're making my day."
Jill saw his shoulder moving up and down, and knew darn well he was jacking off. His eyes flicked back and forth from the traffic to the reflection in his mirror. Jill hooked her heels on the edge of the seat and spread her knees as wide as she could. Her head leaned back. Her lips parted. She lewdly finger fucked the squishy hell out of her hot snatch, panting and squirming on the seat.
"God damn, lady! If there was a place to park this hack I'd love to jump all over your bones," the driver groaned huskily.
"I don't put out that easy," Jill sniffed. What a damn lie, she thought to herself. I've been fucking more cocks, these past few days, than I ever had in all my life before I got married. Her finger flew in and out of her drenched fuckhole. Her butt bounced up and down on the tattered seat, driving her fingers deep into her squirming cunt.
Suddenly her legs shot straight out. Her body grew rigid with the force of her orgasm whipping through her. She heard the cabbie groan as his cock unloaded all over the steering wheel.
He muttered, "Oh, shit! What a mess. Listen, lady, if you're gonna be in town for a while, gimme a crack at yuh, okay! I'd sure like to dip my wick in that blonde muff you carry around."
Jill smiled shakily. "We'll see." She fumbled in her purse for her comb and lipstick. The cab turned into a quiet, tree lined street and pulled up in front of an old two story frame house, painted a soft white shade that complemented the green of the neatly trimmed bushes around it.
Pattie's greeting was wildly enthusiastic. She hugged Jill, mashing a matching set of pretty boobs against Jill's chest, dancing around the living room with her, like they were still kids.
"This is a real surprise, Jill!" Her hands slipped under Jill's sweater, brushing over her soft back. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather see right now." Her face was flushed a pretty pink. Her nipples stood up stiffly.
"Oh, oh," Jill laughed. "Something tells me you are going to turn the clock back and want to suck on my pussy like you used to. Dan is out of town again, right?"
"You guessed!" her sister laughed. "And I'm so darn horny I'm going to eat you alive! Come sit down and tell me all the news. Ignore my playing with my cunt," she giggled excitedly. "Some news must be bad, or you wouldn't be here."
They sat close together on the broad sofa. Jill told her about running away from the joker she'd married, and about the hard cocks she had enjoyed on the way to Frisco. Pattie's eyes grew bright, listening to the sexy stories. Her hand slipped under Jill's sweater again. By the time she heard about Jill fucking Tim, standing up on the breezy beach under the silvery light of the moon, her fingers were excitedly pinching and stroking Jill's nipples.
"Best thing you ever did-leaving that quick-come bum," she said firmly. "Hey, sweetie, how about a warm bubble bath and then ... "
Jill smiled. "I know. Suck pussy time!" She stood up and pulled her sweater up over her head. Her white breasts swayed and her cunt tingled under her sister's teasing fingers as Pattie felt her up, walking slowly up the stairs to the big bathroom on the second floor. It was going to be really something to suck on her sister's hot box again, after so many long years of being apart.
When Jill came out of the bathroom, she found Pattie lying naked on the bed in the guest room. Her plump thighs were parted. Her sister's silky cunt hair was brushed away from the wet pink center of her pussy. Jill paused for just a second, looking down at Pattie fingering her hot snatch, waiting impatiently for the sexy warmth of her sister's body beside her.
"Lie down," Pattie urged her. "No, silly, with your head the other way. You always did tease me something awful, darn you. You know, I'm hot to suck your cunt."
Jill stood by the bed for a long moment, finger-fucking her own wet hole, teasing her sister. Then she slipped into bed with her. She raised her leg, and tilted her hips up so Pattie could see her stiff clitty peeking out from its golden nest. Her sister gave a long, low moan and buried her face between Jill's legs. Her tongue licked eagerly inside the swollen cunt lips that parted so readily, welcoming the erotic twinges of excitement that made her remember how they used to suck on each other when their little pussies were still baby bare.
"Mmmmm, your mouth is so hot!" Jill murmured, opening her cunt as wide as she could. "Suck me, baby. Suck, suck, suck. Mmmmmmm."
Pattie slid down over the edge of the bed, pulling Jill after her. She lifted her sister's slim legs and pushed her knees up to her chest, exposing every inch of her horny sister's pink cunt flesh. She lapped Jill's box with feverish heat, making little sexy rumblings, deep in her throat. Her fingers pushed Jill's soaking cunt lips apart. Her tongue raced up and down the wet slit. Her mouth sucked the hot juice that flowed like a river out of Jill's squirming, clenching cunt.
"God damn, you've got me going so fucking hard, Sis," Jill panted. "Pinch my clit. Bite me, bite me! Oh, OH!" Her hips churned furiously. Her finger frigged her hole, slipping in beside Pattie's.
"I'm gonna come. Already! I can't believe it!" Jill panted. "Oh, God! Back away, quick! I'm gonna pee all over myself. Can't stop it! Damn! This is what I used to do when you sucked on me, when we were skinny little brats."
Pattie scooted backwards. She held Jill's legs wide open and watched her sister arch a stream of hot pee up in the air. She leaped up on the bed, slamming her crotch down over Jill's upturned face. Her hand pushed Jill's head up to her cunt. "Lick me! Whew! I'm so fucking hot to come. Yes, yes! There it comes. Oh, shit. I hardly had your sweet mouth on me a minute."
Her legs closed around Jill's head. She shuddered violently, bending over and raking her hot pussy up and down over her sister's mouth. Her body jerked and twisted over on her side, and she jammed two fingers in her cunt. She bit her lips so hard they bled.
"Holy Mother!" she gasped. "I needed that. I haven't gotten off right since Dan left, two nights ago." Her fingers still kept whipping in and out of her hot cunthole.
"Pattie, do you mean you don't have something going on the side? You? Hot as you are? Don't you know a hot stud we can call up, and have him come over and fuck our hot cunts?"
Pattie sat up on the bed, rubbing her breasts tenderly. "I know just one guy, Jill. Remember old Cocky Smith? He was captain of the football team at our school. He lives just two doors down the street. He's still husky and good looking, but I've kept him at arm's length. My marriage is too good to fuck up. But maybe ... "
"Maybe, nothing," Jill decided. "Call him. Get his cock up here. But don't tell him I'm here. When you get him in the sack, fucking, I'll just stroll in and surprise the shit out of him!"
"Lemme get my gun half a dozen times, first," Pattie laughed. "When he sees you, he'll come in two seconds. You never did let him get into you, as often as you teased him."
"Now is the fucking time," Jill smiled. "Let's get some clothes on, and you call him and set it up. We are going to fuck that bastard until he crawls home on his hands and knees!"
CHAPTER NINE
Jill lay naked in the darkness of her small bedroom, listening to the panting, thrashing bodies banging the head of her sister's bed against the thin wall. Pattie's low moans and sobs raised the hair on Jill's neck. Her finger crept into her wet cunt hair. She was determined to wait until Cocky was so out of his head with sex heat that he would be one huge throbbing cock that would promptly plunge into the steaming depths of her hot cunt.
"Your dick is so fucking big and strong, it's splitting me in two," Pattie moaned. "Let me get my clothes off. You came on so fast, this skirt is driving me batty, clinging to my legs."
"Fuck the skirt," Cocky rasped. "Here, push it up higher. Jesus, that cunt looks so sexy in the light from that red bed lamp. It's pink and it's wet, and it's eating my cock like it was starved. Fuck, baby! Get those hips rolling!"
The steady squeaking noise of the bed springs got inside Jill's head and drove her down the hall to peek in her sister's room. She saw two hard-fucking bodies on the wide bed, the lamp beside them throwing long, erotic shadows of the writhing figures on the wall. She could hear the steady slurp-slurp of his wide cock forcing Pattie's cunt juice out of her hole.
Their pace got faster. The bed rolled around on the bare floor. It crashed against the wall as he drove his meat into her hole, with long, raking thrusts of his hard-muscled hips. He had thrown his pants on the floor. She saw Pattie's flailing arms beating against the mattress as her hips snapped and rolled hotly under the steady pounding of his cock.
"Open wider," he grunted. "Lift your knees. You asked for this, you cunt. Fuck my cock. Fuck it! Fuck it!!!"
"Unhhh!" she panted, "uh-uh-uh-uh!!" Jill's eyes grew round with wonder at how her sister could come so damn hard and still keep taking his cock into her hole and grabbing his butt and straining against him for more and more cock. Cocky never slowed up a bit when he felt her cunt grab his pecker and milk it like an iron fist.
"Keep it going," he commanded harshly. "Start on your next come. Hey, you can reallly fuck, kid-do. All I could wish for is that I'd made it with your cock-teasing sister, when we were in school. She must fuck as good as you do, being your sister and all."
"Turn around, Cocky baby," Jill said quietly. "Here's the cunt you didn't get in high school."
He jumped up off the bed like he'd been shot, and whirled around to stare, open mouthed, at the shadowy figure in the doorway. "Jill!" he gasped. "I don't believe it!"
"Believe this?" she asked, reaching out to slide her hands up and down his slick rod. "Move over, Sis, honey. This man wants to fuck your little sister."
Pattie grinned and scrambled out of the way as Jill pushed him down on the bed. "Wait till you feel that fuckin' woman killer in your snatch," she laughed. "It's even bigger than I remembered it."
Jill lay back and parted her legs. Her pussy gleamed wet and hungry for cock, in the soft light. Her fingers slid down over her smooth stomach to part her cunt lips and tease over the tip of her clit. "Well?"
For all his size, Cocky acted like a crude, kid stud. "Hot damn!" he grinned. "Hold that cunt open. Guide me in, baby."
Jill held her moist lips open and rubbed the head of his cock around and around on her cunt, teasing him still, making him wait even longer to get into the snatch he had wanted years ago. But her urge to fuck his big tool took over. Her fingers lined his rigid cock up with her cunthole. Her hips rose up to take him into her. She sighed when his meat pushed her cunt walls way out. He settled down into her, sinking every inch in her dripping fuckhole. Their bodies whacked hotly against each other as he screwed her like a stud horse, making the bed complain even more loudly.
"Can't believe it," he kept muttering, watching his prong whip around between her swollen cunt lips. "You feel just like Pattie."
"Don't talk. Fuck!" Jill rapped out. "Shit, that dork makes me so fucking hot, I'm acting like a damn whore!"
She ran her hands feverishly over her trembling thighs. Her fingers dipped down into her packed cunt.
"Screw me! Make me hurt, damn it. Fuck me harder. Stud! Stud!"
She grabbed for her sister's hand, jamming it down over her cunt mound. "Put your finger in me, beside his fucking cock. I want my hot pussy packed as full as it can get. Finger fuck me, Pat. Oh, shit, I'm so fucking hot everything's turning all hazy. Can't pass out. Can't start to pee. Gotta fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Pattie watched her sister's eyes close. Tiny beads of sweat broke out all over her heaving chest. Cocky came up on his knees, reaching for Jill's slim waist, gripping her hot flesh like a steel vise. His cock sloshed in and out of her creamed cunt like the piston of a huge fucking engine. He was sweating, too. Gasping for air. But he never missed a hard stroke. Jill's hands tore at his shirt, ripping it off and throwing the shreds on the floor. Her eyes were open and glassy, now. Her cunt clung tightly around his cock, raking his rod, turning it flame-red and streaked with her white frothy cunt juice.
Jill pushed Pattie's hand away and dug at her own throbbing clit. Her body rippled with muscle spasms, heaving up and down on the creaking bed, screwing the hard tool that drove her from one quick orgasm to another.
"Uuummm! My cunt is on fire! I'm coming. This is really gonnnnaaaaa doooooo it! I ... ugh-damn ... get off me, you fucker. That's all I want. You're just a big, damn cock. You got me off, but you don't know a fucking thing about making love. Get lost."
"Bullshit!" he grunted. "I ain't come. Keep those legs open. Wrap your hands around my cock, shut your mouth and fuck, you bitch."
His cock drove even more deeply into her. He fucked like his climax was days away. Jill's arms and legs lay limply on the bed. Her stomach rippled every time his thick cock smashed into her cunt. Her breath rasped in her ears.
"You're just coasting, damn you," he complained. "Fuck me. Get that thing going again. Pat, lay on top of your sister. I want to fuck both of you at once. Yeah, yeah! Open wider. Here it comes."
He sank his shaft clear to the base, reaming into Pattie's and Jill's cunt. He held tightly against them as his cock surprised him and suddenly spurted huge blobs of sperm into the bottom of Pattie's cunt.
"Well, shit! God, double damn, it all. Me and my ideas," he complained. "I shouldn't have gotten so greedy."
He staggered to his feet, his long cock swinging and dribbling cum. He grabbed it and looked at it like it was a trusted friend that had done him wrong.
"Well, fuck it. That's does it, you cunts," he muttered. "Gotta get home. It's been fun, chickies. Call me again sometime, Pat."
The girls lay on the rumpled bed and looked at each other in silent wonder as he tugged his pants on and waved casually at them. They heard him clump down the stairs and slam the front door.
"What a crude fucker," Pattie blew up. "He has just as big an ego as he did when he was bossing the team around in school. But ... he can move that cock of his!" She snickered, and then grew serious when she looked at Jill's expression.
"I'm still hot," Jill moaned. "Suck on my cunt a little bit, Pat? Move your pussy up here. Mmmmm, you are so damn wet, sweetie. Aaaaahhh ... mmm, your cunt tastes soooo good!"
They lay with their mouths pressed tightly over each other's hot snatches, hardly moving. Only their tongues. Drifting up and down. Slowly. Lazily. Enjoying the tiny tremors that spread out through their bodies as their cunts responded to the soft feminine touches between their parted legs. They drifted off into a quiet slumber, with their mouths open and full of cunt. Exhausted at last. For the first time since Jill had arrived, Pat's bedroom was quiet.
The room was growing light with the coming of dawn when Jill's eyes snapped open. Her asshole felt strange! Burning. Someone had their finger buried deep inside her shit chute, fingering her and sliding a slippery finger inside her cunt. The fingers came together inside her, tugging at her hot flesh, teasing her into a sleepy come that crinkled her nipples and made her pussy gush like a tiny fountain. She felt Pattie's mouth close hungrily over a firm, rosy nipple.
"You, sex fiend!" she muttered contentedly, thrusting her hot ass back against the small insistent fingers that kept working in her hole.
"You love it!" Pat whispered, biting down harder on the tit bud between her teeth.
"Yes ... love it. Mmmm, what a way to start the day," Jill smiled lazily, her body coming alive with little jolting flashes that zipped up through her spine.
She twisted around, her head nudging Pat's legs apart. She sucked the sweet pussy flesh into her mouth, licking, nibbling. They came together, holding tight, whimpering their mutual joy that they were together again and sucking cunt like they did when they were little kids hiding deep under the covers.
The harsh jangle of the telephone brought them back to reality while they lay resting in each other's arms. Pat sat up and mumbled hello into the phone.
"Ummm, I dunno about this," she said doubtfully. "But I will come down, with my sister, and talk to you about the job this morning. Don't you ever go to bed? Oh, just closing up, huh? Geez, some club you must run!"
She hung up and looked at Jill, who was waiting expectantly for the news. "That was some dude who's been bugging me to come and dance in his topless joint," she told Jill. "The pay is terrific, but Dan would blow his cork if he came home and found I was dancing half naked in front of a bunch of horny cock whackers."
"Maybe that guy would hire me," Jill grinned. "After all, I have to do something to support myself. Turning tricks, except like back at the motel, is too damn risky to suit me. I'd really rather be loved, or find some cock on my own, than having to screw some cat who's paid for my cunt. Let's go talk to him and get the story firsthand."
By noon they had forced themselves to stop sucking pussy and get dressed. They were both still hot, when they got to the topless joint. It proved to be a crummy hole, but the owner was so good looking Jill felt her cunt begin its old teasing trick of itching and dribbling wetly into her tight panty crotch. She sat rubbing her thighs together, more turned on than ever before.
The owner sat talking about the hours and the pay, and drinking, and getting hornier and hornier brushing his legs against Pat's long legs under the tiny table.
"Well?" he finally asked them. "Want to try it?"
The two girls looked at each other. Pat shook her head, but Jill was curious enough, mostly about the man, to take a crack at the job. "What if the guys get funny?" she asked. "Who keeps me from getting knocked down and fucked silly right here in this bar?"
"I'm always around the place," he smiled easily. "But, I'm thinking maybe you would do better in my other place. It's a private club. High priced membership, Classy! You'd dance, fully nude, on a glass bar. Ricky tricky lights, hot music, the whole shot. But, in my other place, you have to let the men suck on your cunt, right there on the bar. The grand a week I pay might lessen your pain a little," he grinned.
Jill swallowed hard, imagining herself laying naked on a bar top and looking down at some rich dude licking her hot cunt. "What keeps the place from being busted by the cops?" she asked.
"I pay some heavy bread to the right people," he said. "I can afford it. Anyway, the mayor and the police commissioner both drop by once a week. That gives you an idea of how plush, and top secret the place is."
Jill felt his hand on her leg. It was warm and firm. But he didn't push. She smelled money! If the party got too rough, he would save her, anyway. She believed him. Her cunt was wet and pulsing with her urgent desire to fuck him. He looked and smelled like real class. In every way he was the exact opposite of her stupid husband who must be jacking his dork off in L.A. and wondering where she had gone.
"I'll come back tonight," Jill told him. "For that kind of money, I'll try anything. I'd let King Kong lick my cunt for a grand a week! Already, I'm hot."
She pulled her skirt up her leg and felt Van's fingers brush over the inside of her bare thigh. She watched his eyes watching her nipples poke up under the thin silk blouse she was wearing.
"I'll be right here. Waiting for you," he smiled. His finger brushed teasingly over her damp panty crotch. "Mmm. You're ready."
"You have no idea!" Jill laughed. "See you tonight, for sure."
When she knocked on his office door that evening, it swung silently open. She stepped inside and stopped abruptly when she saw him standing beside his desk, facing her. He was fucking a slim, naked girl who was leaning back and looking down at the cock slushing in her juicy box.
"Oh, hello!" he said, waving to her like she wasn't interrupting anything special. "Come on in. Pull up a chair. Be right with you."
"No, you won't, Van," the girl complained, swinging her cunt on his stiff cock. "You gotta make me come, first."
Jill walked around the desk. She felt her pussy squeeze tightly shut when she saw the huge rod jutting out of Van's fly. It was fully as thick as her arm, heavily veined, full and throbbing with rugged strength that was making the chick grit her teeth and ride her clit down on his long shaft.
"Knock it off, Betts," he told her, softly. "Business. See me later. Or get the bartender to finish you off. He's had the hots for your cunt ever since you first came to work here."
She sniffed. "Oh, him. Old limber dick. I'd sooner finger fuck myself."
"Then go do it," he told her. He stepped back, his whang lifting up to thud wetly against his white shirt front. "Put it away, honey, like a good little girl. Go work on your finger."
She grumbled, but she did as she was told. If looks could have killed, Jill would have died on the spot. She slammed the office door. Her heels clicked angrily on the hard floor as she went in search of relief.
"You are one cool dude," Jill grinned at Van. "Do you fuck all the help?"
"No," he said, shortly. "Come on with me. We are going over to the Diamond Club. I'll show you the ropes, before opening time. By the way, you look very good. Lovely!"
"Thank you," Jill smiled, brushing her hands over her firm breasts. He stood looking at her, his cock still erect inside his slacks. "Blonde hair, blue eyes, knockers like I wish Mother had had, slim waist, long legs ... you have enough going for you that you can pick and choose whatever horny cock knocker you want to go down on you, during your show. I do think I should be first, however."
"Seems fair," Jill smiled, reaching for him.
"Not here. That bitch will kill you, if she saw me fucking you, here in this office. We can stop at my apartment on the way to the Club. Let's go suck!"
He helped her into his bright red Jaguar. "I wonder why this crazy cock of mine won't go down?" he grinned.
"All men should have that kind of trouble," Jill laughed. She felt very very good. Sexy! Turned on enough to light up the whole inside of the ritzy car.
The Jag wheeled into the underground garage of a huge apartment complex. Inside the swift elevator to the penthouse, Jill could wait no longer to feel his strong arms around her. She ground her cunt against the hard bulge in his tailored slacks. Her lips parted. His tongue stole hungrily inside her soft mouth.
"You are one ready chick," Van smiled as the cage doors slid silently open.
"My pussy is so squishy wet, you can hear it when I walk. Shuffle along, really!" she laughed. Her voice sounded tight with tension. Her knees threatened to buckle under her when she walked into Van's beautiful apartment. She walked to the huge picture window overlooking a broad sweep of the city. Below her, the narrow streets of Chinatown teemed with people.
Van came up behind her. His arms went around her waist. She felt his cock press against her tight ass cheeks. His finger probed into her hot cunt, under her lifted dress. "Beautiful, isn't it, down there? I never get tired watching the lights, and all that frantic activity on the streets of this town. Everyone is out looking for what I have right here in my arms."
He picked her up and carried her into a softly lit bedroom, floored with a pale blue rug that was reflected in the mirrored walls. She stretched out on the big circular bed, kicking her shoes off and wiggling her toes. Her whole body tingled with anticipation. When Jill's knees parted and her dress was rolled smoothly up her legs, Van whistled softly. He stood enjoying the view of her moist, golden cunt laying open and hungry. Waiting for his cock.
"You can do more than just look," she softly encouraged him.
The sound of his descending zipper was muted by the heavy carpeting and the expensive drapes. His cock pointed straight where Jill wanted it to go.
CHAPTER TEN
"I've been thinking about fucking you, all afternoon," Jill smiled. "I can almost feel your monster cock punishing my naughty pussy already. See how wet and ready I am?"
Her polished nail stole into the golden triangle between her swelling thighs, nudging her lust-swollen cunt lips apart. Van's cock grew long, stretching out toward her, when his eyes riveted on her moist flesh and the quivering opening to her cock hole.
"Play with it," he said softly. "It turns me on to see a woman masturbating. I'm always surrounded by hot chicks, at work. They all want to screw my cock, like rabbits. But I like to take it slow and easy. I like erotic teasing. Visual things. Any stupid country clod can get it up and stick it in a wet cunt."
Jill nodded, understanding what he wanted. She turned on even more with the realization that she had found a man to whom sexual realization were more than just a quick up and in, and pound it off.
She lay back against the quilted headboard of the huge round sex pad and lifted her knees, parting her legs slowly and lewdly. Her fingers brushed her dress up over the smoothness of her stomach. She could feel her erect clit pushing impatiently out of its nest. Her eyes watched the steady pulsing of his cock quicken with his excitement when she ran her finger into her wet slit and parted the full folds of sweet cunt-flesh.
Waves of goose bumps spread over her open thighs, rising up out of her pubic mound and spreading over her trembling stomach. The slick walls of her cunt contracted, hard, around her middle finger. She moved it slowly, teasingly, like a small and curious prick exploring hesitantly into the moist darkness. The scent of her hot pussy seemed to fill the whole bedroom.
Van undressed while he watched her finger fuck herself for him. He moved to the wall beside the bed and pressed a concealed switch. A panel moved smoothly aside. He lifted out two small silver cups filled with a brownish, warm liquid.
"Drink this," he said, handing her one of the cups. "It's an aphrodisiac that makes you feel like you could fuck forever. It's harmless, Jill. I'm drinking with you. Right?"
She willingly swallowed the sweet liquid and leaned back again. Van reached inside the panel and dimmed the room lights until only a faint reddish glow touched their figures and made the moistness of her cunt gleam sexily.
Jill tugged her dress over her head with one quick motion. She moved to lay back on the bed, but Van caught her hand and pulled her over to stand beside him.
"You didn't expect straight sex from a man like me, did you. The old missionary position-man-over-woman kind of fucking? Not from someone like me!"
He pressed another button inside the panel. Jill heard the faint hum of electric motors. A section of the ceiling lifted, and rotated back out of sight. Through the opening, two white silken ropes descended, the ends wrapped around thick metal rings covered with soft red leather.
"Wha-what is this for?" Jill asked in surprise. She stood naked, hot, ready, and staring at the odd apparatus, her hand gripping his thick cock.
"You are going to slide your lovely legs through those rings, and swing suspended over me. Whether I'm sucking on your sweet cunt or fucking it, you can control your body movements, perfectly, with this-"
Another silken cord slid down from the ceiling. At its end was a small box with little pearl buttons in a short row that would fit under the sweep of her thumb.
"Press the buttons and you'll go up or down or swing slowly over me. You can move just a fraction of an inch at a time. See the possibilities?"
Jill felt her cunt burn with excitement. "Yes. Yes!" she murmured. "It will give me perfect control over your cock, fucking my pussy. I can move up and down and take every inch of you, or just the very tip, or ... oh, Van! Let's start NOW! I can feel that drink heating me up, inside. My cunt itches. I want to fuck and fuck!"
Jill thrust her legs through the rings, and pushed one of the pearl buttons. Her breath caught in her throat as she was smoothly lifted up in the air, to swing slowly over the center of the bed. Her snatch was held open and ready by the soft leather rings circling the white flesh of her thighs.
"Oh, God," she moaned. "I feel like I'm coming already, and you haven't touched me at all! Lie down. Please. Hold your cock straight up and let me slide my cunt down on it."
Van slid onto the bed, laying spread-eagled, jacking his cock with one hand. Jill stared down at him, intently, watching his thick foreskin cover and then reveal the reddish head of his cock. Thick juice oozed out of the long slit at the end of his dick. She swallowed hard. Jill shuddered in anticipation of feeling that warm knob opening the quivering entrance to her cock holder. It seemed she could feel the walls of her pussy yielding to the meaty thickness of him. Her cunt was flaming hot, wildly itching with an urge to screw that made her fingers shake and fumble with the unfamiliar buttons. She pressed one and then another, swooping high and then dropping to almost touch the bed. The arm supporting the rings swung her in a long arc, up and down over his body.
"Damn it!" she whimpered hotly. "I'll never learn to run this thing right."
Van smiled, slowly stroking his huge pulsing rod and gazing up at her pussy trickling her juice down to gather in silvery drops on the outer edges of her cunt lips. "You'll get it, in a minute. Take it easy. My cock can wait. The view of your cunt, from down here, would give a brass monkey an aching set of balls!"
Jill positioned herself with her gaping cunt directly over the up-thrusting head of his monster. She held her breath and lowered her pussy until her wet lips brushed against the very tip of his dick.
"Mmmmm." she murmured. "I see why you designed this sling. It's-it's like teasing a man in no way possible without these rings, and yet, if I want to I can slam every bit of your cock right to the bottom of me. Ooooooo!"
Van said nothing. He lay there, rigid. Waiting. Her cunt came down another inch. Jill bit her lips, holding her breath. Her hand shook on the buttons. He took his hand away from his tool and clasped his fingers behind his head. Her cunt muscles throbbed with quick little spasms.
"My God, this is so sexy," Jill breathed. "I'm driving myself insane with this teasing."
Her body shook with her desire to feel all of him deep inside her snatch. She fumbled the control. The motor whined sharply, dropping her body a full eight inches.
"OOooooo," Jill gasped. Her feet hit the bed. Her cunt sank down over his shaft, ramming every hard inch up inside her cunt. She frantically pushed another button and his rod slid smoothly out of her as she swung up in the air and away from him.
Jill muttered with impatience. She over controlled her swing and when her body descended again, her open cunt came down on his face. Her little yelp of delighted surprise was absorbed by the heavy drapes, to be replaced in a split second by the sucking, slurping sound of his mouth.
The rings held her open so widely her clit stuck out like a miniature prick. His white teeth nibbled on her meaty nubbin, sending erotic waves of pleasure coursing through her.
"Make your tongue stiff. Stick it way out," she pleaded. "I'm going to get this right, and make you fuck my hole with that fantastic tongue."
In a moment, she had the motion down pat. Her cunt lifted and fell with exquisite slowness and precision, opening for his tongue tip and closing when she rose just an inch or two in the air.
"Aahhhmmm," she sighed. "That feels heavenly! Reach up, Van, and swing me back and forth so your tongue moves all the way up and down my clit ... yes, oh, yes, yes ... like that. Oh! That feels so damn good. Why-why don't I want to come, when you've got me going so hard this way? It's that darn drink. It's fucking up all my nerves!"
"You'll come when you're really ready to," Van assured her. Sexy rumblings came from deep within him. He licked and sucked her flaming cunt until Jill simply could not stand to hang up in the air, so distant from the warmth of his body.
She lowered herself and slipped her legs out of the rings. With a wild cry of utter abandon she threw herself on his muscular body. Her hands frantically stuffed his iron hard rod in her creaming hole. Her nails dug into the flesh of his waist. Her cunt mound rubbed madly against the base of his cock, forcing all of him into her clenched hole. Jill rode up and down on the long shaft, crying and gritting her teeth, her hair flying wildly around her flushed face. Her climax was just out of her reach. Her cunt juice whipped white and frothy with her frantic fucking efforts to screw herself into an orgasm.
"Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt!" she panted, her eyes glassy and unfocused. Her breasts bounced, her nipples sticking straight out, as hard as flint.
Van rode out her storm. His cock grew red as fire. It twitched and jerked its swollen length against her inflamed clit. Jill lost control. She wept and laughed at the same time. She leaped up off his body, only to fall on her knees beside him and seize his cock with both hands and beat up and down on his stiff rod. She mounted him, backwards, ramming him into her cunt sheath. Her round asshole pouted at him, while her hips swung in long, sweeping strokes, bottoming him, dragging him out to the very end of her fuckhole, ramming him back in to sit down hard on him. The sweat coursed down her body in silvery streams.
"Come. Come. Come!" she chanted, her voice cracking and harsh. She leaped to her feet and whirled around, to crash down on his body, thrusting his cock back into her cunt again. "You have to COME!! I want to feel you blast into my cunthole."
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. He just got harder and fucked her, very steadily, showing no signs of ever climaxing. She jerked away from him, falling on the bed, groggily, on her hands and knees.
Her voice sounded so weird to her. Rough. Commanding. Like a whore bitch in heat. "Fuck my ass!" she grated. "Ram that thing up my shit hole. Fuck my asshole! Fuck it, I tell you!!"
Her hips waggled lewdly. Her cunt flowed a river of juice down the ivory columns of her thighs.
He moved around behind her, lifting his heavy cock and aiming it at her puckered brown butthole. With a quick snap of his hips, he pronged his rigid dork in between her butt cheeks, clear into her shit chute as far as he could push. He held her rigidly still, gasping and working her body up and down on his long rod.
"Arghhh!" he groaned. "Shit! Now I WANT to come! My balls are ready to burst. Work your butt. Fuck back at me. Do it! Do it!"
Their lungs ached with strain, gulping for oxygen to feed the fires raging within them. Jill fell forward, crashing down on the firm mattress, her butt working frantically against the burning rape of her asshole by his monstrous cock. Her clenched fists beat on the bed. Hot tears soaked the pillow. Even when he gasped and blasted his load of scalding hot cum in her hole, she kept on raking her butt against his softening cock, pleading for her climax.
She rolled away from him and turned to grab his head and jamb it between her legs. Her eyes were wide and wild. The drink was still inflaming her with lust, burning her cunt up, swelling her shaking breasts.
"Eat me. Suck my cunt off," she screamed. "I'll go mad if I don't get off soon!"
Even though he had just come, Van was still so hot he pulled her legs achingly wide and rammed her cunt against his mouth, sucking her into a wailing frenzy of desire for relief from the burning, itching sensations. Her cunt seemed to seize his tongue and to pull it clear out of his mouth.
"Use your teeth," she rasped. "Bite me. Hurt me. Hurt me!" She grabbed him by his ears and shook his head. She moaned and rocked against him. He chewed furiously on her flaming hot cunt lips, tugging them out and away from her body, only to have them slip out of his mouth when she lunged up and down. Her fingers forced their way into her hole, beside his tongue. She grabbed his hand and shoved his thumb into her wet asshole.
"Aaeeiii!" she screamed. Her body stiffened. The color drained from her cheeks. Her skin turned cold and clammy. Her orgasm pounded her down into the bed, knocking the breath out of her. Jill went limp. Silent. Still.
Van slowly pushed himself off the bed. He stood looking down at her. "God, Almighty! You have got to be the hottest female I've run across since my mother got stoned and damn near fucked me to death." He wiped the sweat from his face. "I dunno if I want to unleash you on my Club members. You'd make every other chick in the show look like a damn nun!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"We have a packed house," Van said to Jill. "Look through the flap in the curtain."
She took a deep breath and lifted the peephole cover. The long glass runway seemed to extend for miles into the darkness of the comfortable bar. Around the edge of the gleaming stage ran a padded roll that the dancers lay on when the acts got down to show pussy time. Underneath, the edge of the runway cut back in a sharp V, so the soft upholstered chairs could be rolled under the bar edge. Ail the men had to do was lean over, and there was the girl's open cunt, waiting to be eaten!
"I'm so darn nervous, I feel like I have to go pee, all the time," Jill muttered. "I don't think I can do it. Look at all those men sitting along the bar edge. Waiting for me."
Van grinned at her. "First show jitters," he commented. "They'll go away when the music starts and you get out there and start moving. If all those eyes bother you too much, just pick out one man and play to him. Ignore the others. You're going to do beautifully."
He patted her bottom and stepped back to admire his choice of costumes, for her.
Jill nervously ran her hands over her breasts. "Do-do I look okay?" She was wearing a jet black velvet gown that covered her body completely. Gold pumps with high heels peeked from beneath the hem. A concealed zipper ran full length down the front of the tight fitting dress. Her hair was brushed loosely. It fell in golden waves around her flushed face. The high color of her cheeks contrasted with the somber blackness of her gown and the excited sparkle of her blue eyes.
She lifted the curtain flap again and searched for a man to play to. "Who is that handsome guy at the end?" she asked Van. "The one with iron grey hair and the huge diamond ring on his right hand?"
"Aha! That's Tony Moranga," Van told her. "A regular. One of the richest contractors in town. You could do a lot worse than getting him interested in you."
"He's my man," she told herself. "Weil ... now or never!"
Van smiled and pushed a button on the control console. The faint beat of drums sounded through the bar. Jill heard the murmur of male voices beyond the curtain. She could feel the air of tension build as the men quickly settled in the leather chairs along the runway's edge.
"You're on!" Van told her. "Give 'em a hot one."
Jill took a very deep, shaky breath and stepped out on the lighted glass stage. She heard an immediate, low rumble of approval from the all-male audience. She faltered for a moment, and then smiled and tried to pick up the slow, horny beat of the music. She held her eyes on the man she'd picked to concentrate on.
As she strode back and forth on the bar top, her breasts jiggled beneath the concealing velvet of her gown. Her golden shoes and white ankles flashed in the glow of the foot light. Underneath her dress she was stark naked. And shivery! Jill could feel her pussy trickling juice down her shaking thighs. Her cunt felt hot and squishy.
After two trips along the gleaming glass, she got into it. She smiled sexily at the men, pausing longest in front of Tony. Her hand found the tassel at the top of her zipper. She stopped pulling when the gown was halfway opened. Her full breasts shone in the pale gold light, hiding and then revealing themselves as they swayed and bobbed in the open V of her dress.
She could feel the animal heat radiating from the packed roomful of men below her in the semi-darkness. Their eyes never left her slim figure. They burned into her flesh. Her hands lifted her boobs out of her dress. Her fingertips brushed over her erect nipples. The throaty male sounds that Jill heard made her face flush, and brought her hand back to the zipper tassel.
She glided to the end of the bar and stood swaying in front of Tony. Her eyes caught his. She teased the zipper down. His eyes followed her hand. They stopped on her golden cunt, when her fleecy pussy hair was exposed by the parting gown. Jill felt her cunt twitch, inside, and flow faster than ever. Her pussy juice gleamed wetly. She reached down and parted her lips, just a tiny bit. The moist flesh of her juicy cunt invited every eye to rivet in the narrow slit between her ivory thighs.
Jill stood still and let the gown slither down her body and fall in a tumbled heap around her feet. The wave of applause beat against her chest with almost physical force. The men pulled their chairs closer to the runway's edge. More than one man reached inside his fly and pulled out an erection. Her nude body glowed gold. Alive!
Jill did a slow turn, in front of Tony, and then gracefully lay down on the padded edge. Her legs slowly opened and lifted, exposing every inch of her wet cunt to his hot eyes. She cupped her hot snatch with her hand, and let her middle finger slowly penetrate her smooth cunthole. She finger-fucked herself with tantalizing slowness, her teasing finger shining wetly in the golden glow of the lights.
Jill lay on her back, resting on her elbows. She moved closer and closer to Tony, her cunt lifting and falling as she moved her hips as though his mouth was already covering her cunt and sucking on her clit. Her eyes closed, dreamily. She rotated her hips, pretending she was responding to being hungrily eaten. It took no imagination on the part of her male watchers to picture themselves lying prone on her beautiful body, fucking her cunt, or eating her hot box in a wild sixty-nine.
Jill moaned with excitement when she felt two warm hands brush over the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs. Her legs parted. Tony's mouth settled between her shaking legs as his hands pulled her body to the very edge of the stage, her legs draping over his broad shoulders.
Jill's swollen breasts rose and fell more and more quickly as his tongue dipped into her moistness and raised high in her slit to graze lightly over her erect, throbbing clitty. The other men seemed to vanish into the darkness of the bar. Her heart was pounding against her ribs, even faster than the throbbing beat of the drums.
It was impossible for her to lie flat on the smooth warm glass. She trembled from head to foot. Her hands reached for Tony's wavy grey hair. Her fingers interlaced in his silky thatch, pulling his face closer to her cunt. She moaned loudly, feeling her strong cunt muscles contract and squeeze tightly around his probing tongue.
When the heavy contractions of her first orgasm made her skin flush and her body shake like an autumn leaf, she was aware of the sexy rumbles that issued from every male throat along the bar. The music stopped completely. The tiny, ecstatic whimpering pleas that escaped her lips carried to the farthest corner of the packed room.
Her thighs closed around Tony's head, muffling the sexy slurping of his probing tongue. Only Jill's voice could be heard, pleading for another climax, urging him hotly to suck her, to bite her, to chew on her swollen cunt lips. When her second climax ripped through her body and her heels beat madly on his back. Those nearest her rose to reach for her breasts, to stroke her silken flesh, to probe into every opening of her shaking body.
Tony released her and settled back into his chair, licking his wet lips, watching other tongues sweep over Jill's superheated skin and drive her from one smashing orgasm into another. They moved her down the length of the bar, one man after another taking her cunt in his mouth, probing into her tight asshole, licking and sucking on her inflamed nipples. When the last man had released her, Van pressed the console buttons again, raising the lighting and shifting the mood of the music. He swept through the stage curtains and lifted her to her feet. The applause broke in thunderous waves! Jill managed a weak smile, leaning heavily against Van's strong body,
"Oooo, Van," she breathed shakily. "I've never ever experienced anything like that. Hold me close, or I'll fall right down on this stage."
Her eyes sought for and found Tony's. He smiled at her, and beckoned to one of the topless waitresses. He handed her a card and pulled her down to brush his hand over her full breasts and whisper in her ear.
Van smiled at Jill. "Looks like you'll have a caller tapping on your dressing room door. You were fantastic, Jill. Any woman who can make Tony go down on her in front of all those men has to be someone special to him."
Van was right. The waitress handed Jill an embossed card and delivered his message, her voice edged with jealousy. "He said to tell you his driver will call for you, here, around midnight. Lucky bitch!"
Jill was ready when the uniformed chauffeur called for her. She wore her stage gown and surrounded herself with clouds of expensive perfume Van had given her. She watched the city sweep by the wide windows of the limousine and marveled at her good luck.
When the front door of the mansion opened, Jill blinked in surprise at the boy standing in the doorway. He was a younger Tony. In every way except his hair was jet black.
"Come on in," he smiled, reaching for her hand. "Dad asked me to tell you he will be home in about an hour. Late business, somewhere. Drink?"
He escorted her into a huge living room and pressed a crystal goblet of champagne into her hand. He chatted easily with her, assured and confident for his age. His hand rested on her leg. Jill guessed he must be about sixteen.
After the third glass of the sparkling wine, her hand was softly stroking over his fly. She felt his cock straining against the imprisoning fabric.
"My father told me you have the most beautiful cunt he has ever seen," he said quietly.
"If you would like to play with it, I can't think of any reason to object," Jill whispered. "That is ... ah-if your father thinks you are old enough for pussy frigging."
He grinned and reached down to slide her gown up her slim legs. "My nurse took my cherry when I was eleven," he smiled. "And taught me how to eat a pussy. You can tell me if she did a good job."
Jill leaned back and stretched her arms along the top of the long sofa, feeling her cunt throb and itch the way it did when she saw the boy's father sitting at the end of Van's bar. She was relaxed and at ease, and a little drunk. Her pulse beat strongly in her temples.
He slid to the floor in front of her and parted her knees. The heady fragrance of her hot pussy drifted to his nostrils. His touch on her skin was exactly like his father's. Jill's box got hotter and hotter. Her thighs parted easily. She slid forward on the soft cushion. Her heels hooked over the cushion edge. She heard him draw in his breath when his eyes saw the moist tangle of her golden cunt hair.
Jill unzipped her dress, revealing her glowing, naked body. His skin grew flushed. His breathing quickened. His hands trembled as they brushed over her. Jill's hips lifted her hot cunt up out of the softness of the cushion. She felt his warm breath against the wetness of her open pussy and waited, eagerly, for the touch of his mouth.
His finger found the exact center of her snatch. It grazed over her upthrust clit and trailed slowly down her soaked slit to probe inside her clenching fuckhole.
"Aahh!" Jill sighed. "You finger me like your father. If your tongue ... ummmmm ... yes, you do. You lick me the same way, too. Oh! You suck me the same way. That feels heavenly!"
Jill's hands reached to clasp together in back of his head. His mouth moved slowly on her, up and down and from side to side, his tongue sweeping broadly over the slick hot smoothness of her cunt. The beat of drums began to echo again, inside her head. She could feel, again, the exploring hands of the men in the bar.
"Ummm, little Tony!" she cried. "Suck my pussy! Lift me up. Lick down a little lower. Oooo, yes, yes, yes! Lower ... God, your nurse must have been one horny female."
He drew back and turned her over so her writhing body draped over the cushion edge, her knees touching the rug. His hands spread her hot ass cheeks. She felt his breath on her tight brown hole.
"Mmm, baby! That feels so wonderful. She must have been ass erotic, to teach you how to lick an asshole. Push your tongue inside, farther. Farther! Mmm, have you got the touch!"
He rolled her over and over, along the length of the couch, opening and closing her legs, licking hotly on her rigidly stiff clit and then deep into her butt hole, touching every inch of flaming flesh in between. Jill shivered from one tiny climax into another, squeezing her tender boobs, moaning and thrusting her ass back at his probing tongue. He refused to let her have a full orgasm. He kept her right on the verge, sucking and stroking her cunt and fingering her shit hole and finger fucking her soaking snatch.
It seemed to Jill she could feel the heat from another male body. She opened her eyes to see the boy's father standing watching his son eating the cunt of the woman he had found at Van's club. He was smiling like an indulgent parent, but in his hand was a thick, long, and very hard cock, already dripping fluid from its broad tip.
He did not say a word. He undressed slowly, folding each garment he removed and placing it on the sofa arm. His son pushed Jill down on the couch, full length, and crawled between her legs to suck hotly on her squirming pussy. Tony stood next to her head, lifting his heavy cock to her open mouth and smiling when her lips closed around the wide head. He moved closer to her. He slid his thick dork deep down her throat. Jill choked and cupped his heavy balls in her shaking hands, pushing him back a little. She sucked hungrily, nipping and teasing her teeth along the smooth strong shaft. She felt little Tony's hands tug her hips up out of the depths of the sofa and spread her thighs creakingly wide. Inch by hard inch, Jill felt the boy's rigid dick penetrate into the silky hunger of her twitching cunt.
No one said a word. The house was absolutely silent. Only the soft, sexy slurping suction of the hard cock fucking her cunt, and the slushy sounds of Jill sucking on the tool gliding in and out of her mouth could be heard in the huge room.
She eased him out of her mouth, gulping for air. She felt like iron bands were woven around her chest. The room had grown hazy and blurred from the furnace heat of her lust for the two cocks that were driving her mad with desire for just one huge, wipe-out orgasm. But both men were skillful at bringing her right to the very edge and then easing off their deep thrusting so that her big climax still eluded her.
Her trembling hands jacked off Tony's rigid rod. Her hips rose and fell against the thrusts of the duplicate cock of his son, fucking her cunt into a white froth of churned cunt cream that streaked the pink flesh of the young boy's dick. Tony reached down to hold her head up so she could see her cunt lips part and squish together again when his son drove his cock deeply into her hole and then pull out completely, to waver in the superheated air between her thighs and then move forward into her clasping fuckhole again. Little Tony reamed her, steadily, rocking her hips up to meet every push of his throbbing rod driving her crazy with its relentless penetration and its steady rubbing against her flaming, tormented clitty.
Jill realized she was in the hands of two true cunt masters-a father and son team that she had never dreamed of being lucky enough to find. Two fantastic fucking cocks to handle, all night along. Two!
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Oh, dear God," Jill moaned. "Let me have a climax. Please, little Tony, fuck harder! I'm so tense inside, I'm going to burst in a million pieces."
The teen spread her cunt with his skillful fingers. The base of his cock ground harshly against Jill's clit. The blood pounded in her ears with a hollow roar. Her hips churned furiously against his cunt-spreading cockhead. Her nails dug into his young flesh, raking red tracks over the rise of his ass mounds. One probing finger found his tight asshole and pushed far up inside. He rode higher and harder on her clitty.
"I'm gonna make it! I'm coming, NOW!" Jill shrieked. Her teeth closed over the meaty fullness of the older Tony's prick. He bared his teeth in a fierce smile, ramming his cock unmercifully into her mouth.
It all happened in a split second. Jill felt her orgasm sweep over her. Her jaws clamped tight shut on his dick. Her cunt closed down on the young hard tool reaming her cringing snatch. He couldn't move an inch, inside her velvet grip. His cock swelled and burst a huge load of burning cum into her hot fuckhole.
The boy pulled his cock out of her cunt and tested it with his hands, wincing at the tenderness of his dick. Jill reached up to pull his father down beside her on the couch. His mouth eagerly sought her flaming hot pussy and licked into her ravaged hole. She knew he was going to come soon. He had to!
Her head bobbed frantically up and down on him. Jill's hands pressed his head deeper between her thighs. With the strength born of sheer desperation for the feel of his load spurting into her sucking mouth, she worked ravenously on him. She was rewarded with more and more cock to suck. He seemed to swell to twice his mouth-filling size!
Then it began! His dick jerked and spurted quick little hot jets of cum. She swallowed and choked as his dork kept filling her mouth with its steaming flow. He let her drain every drop from his long, burning cum channel.
"Every inch of you is all woman," he said softly, turning on the sofa to hold her and kiss her soft mouth and the smooth column of her neck. "I have been looking for someone like you for longer than I care to think about."
Jill sat up, holding the arm of the couch, shaking her head to clear away the erotic cobwebs that seemed to spread a grey film over her eyes. Her hand clung to his thick, cock, reluctant to let it escape.
"You wear a wedding ring," he said, twisting the golden band on her finger.
"That part of my life is over," Jill sighed happily. "He is in Los Angeles. And there he stays. Without me."
He lay down beside her, tucking his cock between her soft white thighs. It felt deliciously warm and heavy against her tender cunt lips. They talked for a long time, speaking of their lonely, frustrated pasts and their half-formed hopes for the future. His nature, she discovered, was as warm as his love making. All the money and power he commanded had not made him the least bit hard or indifferent about the feelings of those he loved. At no time did he mention Jill leaving his arms, or his house.
Little Tony came back into the living room. He was dripping with bright beads of silvery water. His skin glowed with vigor and an inner sexy heat like the heat that Jill was feeling radiating from his father's body and hers.
"The Jacuzzi is exactly the right temperature," he told them. "Why don't the three of us enjoy soaking together?"
Tony agreed. "Marvelous idea!" He eased his cock back out of the wet pussy that it had somehow crept into while he and Jill were talking.
His cock swinging, young Tony led them through the house into the huge patio. Jill had thrown her gown around her shoulders. The night air was very cool. In one corner of the lighted pool was a smaller area bubbling from the force of pumps that silently circulated the soothingly warm water around their bodies. Jill lay back against Tony's broad chest, luxuriating, tingling from the contrast between the warm water and the gentle kiss of the cool night air on her flushed skin. Her hands drifted down through the water to close around two cocks that were rapidly coming erect again. She shifted around and pushed their bodies close together, pulling their long dorks side by side into one huge, pulsing erection of rigid meat.
She lifted the wet heads above the surface of the water and licked over their broad crowns. There was no way in the world for her to take all that hot cock at one time, but in moment she had their dicks leaping and thrusting up out of the water toward her mouth. Both hard cocks acted like one, following the same instinct, under the quick touches of her hot tongue swirling over their slick cocktips.
Big Tony could restrain himself no longer. He pushed Jill up on a ledge under the water, on her hands and knees. His hard cock parted her full cunt lips and eased in. She moaned, thrusting her ass back against his driving whang.
His son eased his bottom up over the edge of the pool and spread his legs. Jill's hands slid up his warm wet flesh and tilted his hard prong down so she could suck him. Her mouth covered and released his dick in rhythm with the motions of his father's rigid tool, screwing blissfully into her cunt.
Jill was amazed at the endurance of the two men. And at herself. She felt no driving urge to come. No tension interfered with her enjoyment of fucking and sucking two handsome, well built men whose only purpose in life seemed to be to make her sexually happy.
She held little Tony's cock with both hands, watching her finger stroking his pulsing shaft. Her fingernail stole into the tiny pee slit at the end of his cock. He grunted with surprise at the sharp, tingling sensations her nail sent whipping down to the bottom of his tool. His hands brushed over hers, then he lay back, jacking himself slowly and sensuously, smearing his juice over every inch of his cock and down over his full balls.
Tony's hands crept up Jill's body to cover and mold her firm breasts. His cock stopped moving in her cunt. "Mmmm ... time out," he said. "I don't know about you two, but I'm hungry!"
Jill giggled. "You heard my stomach growling! I can't remember when I ate last. Food, I mean. They are tasty, but there aren't many calories in a cock."
"Let's raid the kitchen," the boy spoke up. His erection pointed toward the house. "Follow this guiding arrow," he laughed.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
In the warm kitchen they made tasty sandwiches and a pot of fragrant coffee. Conversation ceased while they filled their empty stomachs. Tony produced a huge bowl of fruit, cubed and carved into erotic shapes. They covered silver bowls of the sweet treats with whipped cream and gorged themselves shamelessly.
The youngster leaned back, patting his stomach. "Early classes, Dad. Gotta hit the sack. Jill, will I find you here when I get home from school?"
"Yes," his father answered for her, so firmly there was no room for argument. "If I have my way, and I will, she leaves this house only to go shopping. And with me."
Jill's eyes filled with happy tears. This was what she had secretly hoped would happen. But to have a home like this, and two strong men to love, had been beyond her wildest dreams.
"It won't take your man long to pick up my worldly possessions from my sister's house," she smiled. "There's just an old suitcase and a tiny douche bag."
"And speaking of sex," he chuckled, lifting his heavy cock and grinning at the sudden gleam in Jill's eyes, "you know I want to fuck again. Right now. Come with me up to my bedroom."
Arm in arm they walked through the spacious rooms and up a curving flight of stairs. His fingers brushed over her firm ass cheeks, undulating under the black gown. "Sexy," he murmured, watching his cock lift its head and waver eagerly in the air.
"Over here, on the lounge," he said. Jill quivered with excitement. Her hands teased along the growing length of his cock. Their lips melted passionately together, and when their deep tongue-sucking kiss ended, Jill's gown was wide open and her lush tits were standing out deliciously naked.
"Your body is so lovely," he whispered, laying her down on the lounge and breathing in the sexy scent of her cunt. He lifted her slim ankles and spread her legs, kissing the warm flesh of her inner thighs, her smooth calves, her ankles, her toes. She shivered as though she were cold, but it was from the raging heat growing in her wet cunt.
This is what I've missed for so long, Jill thought. Slow, sexy loving. A man who has feelings for what I want and what I need.
"Tony darling," she whispered. "I'm the luckiest woman in the whole world."
His mouth covered her slit, his tongue swirling around hotly in the slick, slippery depths of her cunthole. She murmured her joy, writhing her cunt up tighter to his face and when he began massaging her clitty with the tip of his tongue, her mind almost unhinged with lust!
"Aawwwmmm," she moaned throatily, "you are going to make me come."
"Not yet. Too soon." He pulled the dress off and rolled her over on her stomach. He pressed his face into the softly yielding flesh of her ass. Jill's body began shivering harder than ever when she felt his wet tongue licking around her touchy asshole. Her joy was intensified when he eased a strong hand beneath her and teased her clit with his fingers.
"Oh, Tony!" she wailed, almost out of her mind from the feel of his expert tongue licking around her asshole and his finger delving deeply into her creaming cunthole. Her body doubled up and twisted around until she was on her back. Her hands reached down to hold her cunt lips open for his ravaging mouth.
He pressed hotly against her raging wet slit. His tongue swirled around and around in her squirming hole, lapping hungrily at her juicy cunt walls, letting the sweet flow seep into the back of his throat. Her fingers trembled into the thick curling hair on the back of his head, dragging him down and down into the depths of her steaming pussy. He realized she was approaching her orgasm and partially withdrew his tongue and began teasing her clitty with the quick touches of a man who truly knew how to keep a hot woman on the sharp edge of a raging orgasm.
"Suck me, suck me! Mmmm, Tony! You've got to let me come. It-it won't slow me down. I won't ask that you stop sucking on me. You can do anything in the world with me. I'm yours. But you have to let me come," she pleaded, her hips snapping and slamming hard against his mouth.
He ignored her pleas, but he did stand up and move her quaking body to the very edge of the lounge. "Put me in," he said softly. "Guide my cock to where we want it to be."
Jill spread her cunt with trembling fingers, reaching for his hardness, throbbing erratically and standing straight out above his balls.
She was shaking with anticipation when his cockhead nudged between her slippery cunt lips. She felt her pussy stretching widely to take in the thick knob that slowly sunk into her fuck hole.
"Tony, darling," she whispered. "That feels so good. So hard. It fills me full. Your cock hurts just right when it hits bottom."
When his rigid dork had sunk as far as it could go, her legs rose and wrapped around his body. She thrilled to the hot and huge cock fucking her so deeply.
"Don't move for a minute," she begged. "I want to feel your heart beating in your cock, in me. Mmmm ... that's so damn sexy!"
He lay motionless. She felt the hot blood pumping through the distended veins of his long shaft as it pulsed against the restricting walls of her inflamed cunt. Jill's hips began rotating, ignoring her own wishes to lie still and just feel him soaking inside her grasping hole. Tony responded to her trembling movements. His shaft slowly drilled in and out of her snapping twat.
He reached beneath her and grasped her hot butt and pulled her cunt up even tighter around his thrusting prick. He drilled into her slippery tunnel with a faster tempo. His fingers found the brown, puckered hole between her quivering asscheeks.
He massaged her puckered, tingling opening. Her teeth nipped his ear. She moaned when his thick middle finger suddenly drove deep into her tight asshole. The size of his rod stabbing into her cunt combined with the erotic thrill of his fingertip whipping in and out of her asshole to drive Jill right over the edge. Her muscles tensed, painfully. It was too late for Tony to stop her mad urge to come.
"Rrrr," she snapped, sharply, in a panting, raging need to feel her nerves tighten and snap with the crushing force of her climax. Jill grabbed his hands and held their arms stiffly away from her wrenching body. She stared round eyed at the rigid dork crashing into her hot cunt. Her stomach cramped and ached with sharp, stabbing pains. Her mouth found his and sucked madly on his probing tongue.
She came and came, in long rolling waves, crying out in the stillness of the room. Her face was distorted with passion. Her legs waved crazily in the air.
She screamed! Every nerve in her cunt exploded. Tony's cock suddenly flooded a torrent of cum into her spasming fuckhole. She clung passionately to him while his prick filled her cunt with thick hot sperm. Her muscles clamped on his dork, tugging every molten drop out of his burning rod. They lay in each other's arms, gasping from the heat of the white-hot flames consuming them.
"Aaaah!" he sighed. "You are truly a fantastic female," he whispered in her ear. "I have never fucked anyone like you." He sat up between her outstretched legs, looking down at the wet curls and the sexy swell of her pubic mound. "Best of all, Jill, my boy approves of you moving in. Am-am I going too fast? With us, I mean. I've never asked you, in so many words, if you want to be with me, as much as I want to have you live in this lonely mansion with us."
"I am your woman," Jill said softly. "All yours. No more dancing for me. No more one night stands. Just you and little Tony." She smiled, crinkling up the corners of her blue eyes. "And the chauffeur. And, I guess, the gardener, and the pool man and ... "
"Slow down," Tony laughed, catching her happy, light hearted mood. "Those characters are here, but no one but my boy and me has any right to this beautiful cunt under my hand. Think you can handle the two of us?"
"I'm sure going to try," Jill laughed, suddenly feeling so good and so filled with a sexy happy glow, her eyes sparkled and danced.
