The smell of cunt juice and the dusty, ripe smell of Alex's bobbing balls filled the room. The half slap of work pants on naked female asscheeks punctuated their gasps. Sally wanted to feel his prick grow, harden, explode in her cunt, but it kept going. She felt the spinning hunger in her cuntflesh whirl faster.
The thrill was there. It was indefinable and filling and Sally was wild with it. Wild, too, because the back of her mind was filled with fantasies about what was going to happen later when she went home to her husband ...
Chapter One
When Sally Ann Standish got bored, she got horny ... or hungry, but she'd just finished her second box of bon-bons. She propped her feet higher on the hassock and raised her knees. She stared at the television, tugging her filmy pink nightgown out of the way. Her right hand fell idly onto the trim, fluffy mound of her dark-brown pussy hairs. Her little finger twined idly around the curly strands, tugging at her outer labia. She watched the jerky motion of the replay, ignoring the announcers.
"Bud, watch how Solomon keeps his feet moving. He's ready to come up to the net, then he pack pedals and hits that excellent passing shot behind Arthur's approach."
Sally didn't care about the footwork. He sure is a foxy little guy, she thought, focusing on the jock-pressed bulge at the front of his white shorts. Just solid muscle, and he moves like a cat! Sally waved her left hand unconsciously at Mary Sue as the blimp-like gray feline approached the empty bonbon boxes. The fingers of her left hand moved closer to the moistening crevice of her vagina. Her eyes stayed locked on the screen. I wonder how he looks in the locker room. I'd love to play with him ... not tennis, either!
Sally hit the sound button on the remote control. In her mind's eye the tennis pro was rushing the net stark naked, his prick thickening, elongating, growing until it jutted forward like a racquet handle from his loins. A trickle of juice started in her pussy. "It's so hot!" Sally muttered. She lifted her hips and pulled her nightie higher, then leaned forward. Wally pulled the filmy pink nightgown over her head. It fell in a cloud onto the floor, and two more cats came to investigate.
All the men she'd seen on television that night merged into a tall, handsome figure who leaned over her. Sally closed her eyes and stroked the outer swell of her opulent tits with her palms. The silky friction made the tingle in her pussy grow. The brunette licked two fingertips and applied them to the rim of her right nipple.
The pink-brown point of her titty slowly stood up, thicker with every pulse of blood. Sally shifted on the sofa, swinging her feet up to the cushion. She lifted her left knee, exposing the triangular growth of her pussy fuzz and the luscious pout of her cuntlips.
Sally was just twenty-four. Her breasts were just thirty-eight. Her hips were just thirty-five, and her incredibly slim waist was barely out of the teens. She was five-and-a-half feet of sultry, olive-skinned woman, with long, tapering legs, slender fingers, and a slack-jawed, melting look of incandescent heat about her.
It wasn't just the lusty look on her perfect oval face or the glow in her large brown eyes. The sensuous rhythm of her fingers on her breast and her slow, slippery hip-motions all looked straight out of a wet dream. With no one but the cats and the blank glass eye of the television to watch her, she was perfectly natural in her languid appreciation of her body.
Even a Vatican castrato would appreciate that voluptuous body. Sally's tits were large and full, just heavy enough for the tips to point jauntily up and outward when she stood. The silky under crease, when she lay back, like now, was sweet and promising as a double-dip of fresh peach ice cream. Even bra-less, her tits never had that poached-egg look that seems so fashionable. Sally's bosom was as firm, jiggly and succulent as mounds of sculpted pudding.
She looked juicily edible when she was dressed, but even more tempting naked, as she was on her couch. In midwinter, just enough tan-traces showed to emphasize the lascivious shape of her breasts and the lewd, made-to-cradle width of her hips. The cup of her navel looked deep in the shadow from the single lamp, just the perfect size and shape to rim with a tongue-tip or prod a glans against. From her long, wavy-brown hair to the high-arched feet, she was totally erogenous to see.
Even Sally's pussy hairs were perfect, with just enough growth to shadow her labia. The fuzzy fluff stood out half an inch, following the curved pout of her pussy. The hairs let the warming pink at the edges of her crease show through. Near the base of her cleft, a few hairs were already darker, heavy with cuntal dew. She ran the feather-light touch of a single fingertip along the side of her crevice, and the hairs parted like a blossom opening.
The inner petals of her pussy-flower were rich, deep red. The edges puffed up. They glistened like the slicked mouth of a lipstick model. At the base of the tight little wedge was an oval opening, dark and inviting. Sally slid her hands down toward her pussy, and the little orifice pouted open, then closed again like a tiny hungry mouth.
Sally closed her eyes and imagined that the dream-lover were there, that it was his hands moving on her thighs, across the top of her cunthairs. She slipped her index fingers down the hinged lines where her thighs joined her torso and let her thumbs close the triangle, leaving a fraction of skin between them and the top of her nooky-fringe. Her legs automatically opened further, and the kissing motion of her cuntmouth made a tiny squishing noise
The cream was trickling out of her cunthole. The ooze was slow and oily, traveling along her flesh like a painfully slow feather. She felt it fill the base of her vaginal opening, then flow toward her rectum.
Sally pressed her fingers closer together, and the inner lips of her pussy disappeared between the pink wedges of her cuntmound. She was torn between teasing more feeling from her pussy and saving her lewd readiness for her husband. She thought a moment about Rod coming home. Three hours! she told herself. Sally cringed at the notion of such a long wait. She stretched. Her hips rolled. She cupped her pussy mound in both hands, pressing the internal heat back upon itself. I can't wait three hours!
A tingle of naughtiness, like filching a penny candy from a counter, came over her. Sally grinned to herself. He'll never know. She sat up. Besides, he might be too tired. He sure has slowed down a lot lately!
Sally jumped up from the couch. "That's the trouble," she told the cats that scurried out of her way. "Rodney just doesn't appreciate me anymore. He hardly ever ... Ssst! Ssst!" she hissed, and the thumpy-thump of spooked pussycats on the carpet killed the rest of her words.
Sally went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. With an impish grin, she bent over and found a bottle of oil. She flicked on the heat lamp in the ceiling. Her body was flooded with illumination. With the oil bottle in her left hand, she studied herself for a moment. "Still not bad ... not bad at all," she decided. Sally uncapped the oil and started making love to her supple skin.
First she smeared a handful of the oil onto her shoulders. She glistened in the bright light. Sally rubbed the slippery fluid over her breasts. The out-thrust mounds glowed. She palmed her nipples. A delicious tingle of pure sensuality ran along her spine.
Sally enjoyed greasing her body. Every softly rounded, feminine muscle and curve stood out beautifully in the light. She rubbed the oil deep, and a healthy glow suffused her. Her well-arched ribs showed faintly under her skin. The slippery shine of her deep, tight cleavage came alive to her hands and her eyes at the same time. She rubbed the oil between her tits. The mounds rubbed slickly against each other. Sally shivered with a mixture of lewd anticipation and sensuous glee.
When her breasts and her belly glowed, Sally bent over and started on her feet. She sleeked oil over her trim ankles and up her long calves. Her kneecaps were soft, and the buttery feeling of warm oil made her thighs come alive. Each nerve she slithered her hands across seemed to stand up and applaud the delectable feeling. Sally oiled the front and side of each thigh. She looked at herself again. She wanted to save the intense feelings of her pussy for last, even though the warm glow that had built up there was ready to light off like a skyrocket.
Sally turned and looked over her shoulder. Her ass was a delight. The mounds were flattened hemispheres, with only a light-drawn line where they met her thighs. There was a dimple of good, tight muscular tension at the outside of each cheek. The top of the cleft was a miniature arrow, like a road sign to the luxurious warmth between her legs. The cleft itself was accented lewdly by the tan-line that crossed halfway up, or halfway down, the flare of her hips. The skin of her cheeks was as smooth and enticing as whipped cream, with the faint shadow of veins under the skin the only marks on the parchment-toned warmth of her ass. She admired the tight, unsagging swell for a moment before she smeared the oil on her buttocks.
The flesh rippled lewdly under her hands. Sally tightened one side, then the other. Her hips rolled in a sensuous semaphore of purest eroticism. She spread the glistening oil up and down, even greasing the cleft between her buttocks. Sally kneaded the flesh as if she were a lover, and the nerves responded. More cuntcream flowed, and a tiny tail of juice-soaked hairs showed. The weight of her cream was dragging hairs down, and the pussy juice sparkled like jewels along the strands.
Not that Sally was gay ... she appreciated a pretty female, if her husband hadn't seen her, but she loved men and men's bodies. She just couldn't help liking the way her body looked, and Sally couldn't help wishing her husband were there to tell her how much he liked it. With no one but herself and the cats to see, she enjoyed the slippery, sealskin shine of her skin and the erotic feeling of smooth caresses on her flesh.
But she did turn around again to watch herself. Even under the toasty rays of the heat lamp her nipples were rising. Sally poured a little more oil into her palms, rubbed them together, and smeared her tits again. She let the lascivious sensations radiate from her breasts to her pussy and from her pussy to her brain. The sensitivity of her nipples never failed to amaze her. Sally stood in front of the mirror and let the luscious feeling flow.
The warmth around her pussy was increasing, too. It was different than the infra-red heat of the ceiling lamp, different because of the odd, muscle-tightening chill that underlay it. She rubbed her hands slowly down her front, and the slick skin of her belly skidded under her fingers. Every shuddering jolt sent another tingle to her pussy. She slowly, slowly approached the warm nest. At the last moment, she threw her head and let her hair hang down her back. Sally couldn't stand to watch.
Her fingers stayed right against the smooth skin, filtering through the bases of the hairs above her pussy. Sally felt the curly strands gripping as if they half-heartedly wanted her to stop. She kept on, running the first two fingers of each hand down along the outer slices of her labia. The follicles of her pussy-fringe tugged at the skin, and more cream gushed from her cuntmouth.
Sally felt that odd, buzzing tingle that told her-her clitty was waking up. The little pink bullet of sensation took a long time to fully stiffen, but every slow-passing second was enjoyable. The sensations from her clitty slowly grew, then changed, and changed again as it went from dormant to fully ready. She let it happen, coaxing with tiny motions of her fingers.
Sally curled her fingers up and down, pressing her outer cuntlips against the frilly inner slices, forcing the inner lips against the little hood around her clitty. She felt the triangular fold that covered her cometrigger slowly peeling back. She rolled her hips forward, then back, as if she were making love to someone in slow motion. The hip-roll made her heart pound faster.
Sally dared to look at herself again. Her mouth hung half-open, and her eyelids were half-closed. She nodded and hummed, "Yess, ohh, yess!" Masturbating, when she was well-started, seemed like the purest pleasure she could ever feel. No worries, no hurry, nothing but the lush sensual response of her own body and the exquisite pace of her hands.
Sally smiled like a siren, inviting her mirrored image to move again. She swayed sensuously. Her breasts slithered against each other. Sally slipped one finger into the mouth of her pussy.
That was the secret, the secret she kept rediscovering with such happiness. Both ends of the sensitive valley were alive, the top with the shivery heat of her clitty, the bottom with the hungry, opening warmth of her cuntal mouth. Sally slipped her fingertip up toward her cometrigger, then slid it back down to the rim of her hole.
The slick 'tweenflesh kissed at her fingertip. The nerves in the meaty little canyon were sensitive enough to feel every ridge and whorl of her fingerprint. Sally purred under her breath, relishing the temptation of not-quite touching her clit and the tantalizing knowledge that she could slip a finger into her hole. It was like saving the best and biggest piece of a rich dessert for herself. Up and down, down and up again, slipping lightly from side to side, Sally put another fingertip into her pussycleft, then a third. She lavished attention on her inner labia.
The inside folds were so frighteningly sensuous that Sally had to wait until she couldn't stop herself before touching them. The way she caressed her cuntlips now sent shivers up and down her spine. Goosebumps rose on her back and on her thighs. She sandwiched her pussylips between her fingertips. Lewd feelings slithered up and down.
Her vagina was flowing now in earnest. A river of cuntcream oozed out, wetting the tops of her thighs. Sally felt the heavy dew weight more of her pussy hairs down. The juice mingled with the rich oil on her skin. The perfume of the oil mingled with the musky, rich scent of her arousal, and Sally inhaled deeply. The scent of her own body reinforced the rising feelings in her nerves. She moaned.
The sound was loud. Sally was the only color in the all-white bathroom. Her nipples looked darker, almost blood-red. Her lips were glowing ... she'd bitten them time and again while she teased feeling into her pussy. Her brown pussy hairs were a dark shadow under her hands. When Sally looked into the mirror, the contrast was so stark that the walls, the fixtures, everything but her body faded away.
She felt the throbbing of her nipples, and it was tied to the buzzing in her clit. Her breasts, so sleek and full and shiny, felt heavy and needful. Sally raised her left hand to her bosom, and the heavy masses of her tits responded. She kneaded and mashed them, letting each nipple in turn jut out between her fingers. She twisted and pressed more hot sensation into each titty-tip, then ran her hand down her oiled belly to her cuntal zones again.
The hunger at the mouth of her vagina was nearly too much to stand. Sally wished she could see it in the mirror. It felt meaty-pink and hungry, as if it were opening and closing. The inner folds felt congested. She wanted to feel something slip into that begging little mouth. Sally eased the first two fingertips of her left hand in.
The walls gave a wet-satin kiss to her fingers. Sally moved them further up. They felt red and ravenous to her fingertips. She moved her fingers up and down, then began pushing at the sensitive walls.
Sally loved the feeling. The delicate inner folds of the private pleasure-trove gave a little, then pushed back against her fingers. She found the extremely sensitive spots just at the front of the tube, right where the muscular little ring of her vagina could squeeze back best. She moved her fingers separately against it. One fingertip moved wetly up while the other stroked greasily down. The sound of squishing, sloshing pussycream reached her ears.
The sound, along with the intensely erotic feelings, was too much. She had to touch the throbbing button of her clit. Sally spread her pussylips with her index finger and her pinky, and the two middle fingers found the hood. She pulled up, and the meaty little fold retracted. Sally touched the end of her clitty. A shock went through her.
"Oooohhh, gawd!" she breathed. All of her muscles contracted for a half-second. Sally slowly slipped her middle fingers down the sides of the little pink spike. More feelings arced along her nerves. The sides were sensitive in a different way. The very tip was like the blue-white at the middle of a cutting torch, but the sides felt like the burn of dry ice along her spine. She had to stop the tube-diddling motions of her other hand for a moment and recover from the clit-triggered tension.
Sally slowly let herself calm down. She moved her hand in her vagina again. Her clitty began to slither around. Her other hand was moving without her control. Sally slipped the little hood away, then back up. She rolled the exquisite pleasure of her clit around.
It was beginning to happen inside her. Sally felt a knot of tension in her belly. As always, she realized that was the need that had made her horny in the first place. Now the fingering, the slow stroking, the rolling, rubbing, touching moves against her clitty made the tense knot bigger. Sally moved her hips in a slow, easy, fuck-roll and started finger-fucking for real.
She stared at her oiled body, marveling at the play of feminine muscles under her skin. Sally moved her shoulders from side to side. Her breast swayed lewdly. She ground the palm of her diddling hand against the top of her cuntmound. The pressure forced her fingers tighter against her clit. She moaned, then gasped for air.
Her heart was pounding. Sally saw the door open behind her, but it didn't matter. A curious cat mewed, and she shoved a foot back toward it. Sally was wrapped up in the arousal of her pussy.
Her hands moved faster. Juice lubricated her hand in great squirts. The whole zone of her cunt was sopping. Cream coated her thighs. Sally fingered her clit faster. More shocks of heat raced up her spine.
Sally moaned and gasped, fueling the reaction in her cunt with air. The heat lamp warmed her shoulders. Her cunt warmed her hands. She dug at the inner walls of her cuntsleeve. She worried her clit with four fingers. She found the bottom of the button with her thumb. Sally dug at her clit. She twisted it. She rolled her hips. Sally churned back and forth. Her long brown hair flew back and forth. She tossed her head. Strands of hair covered her face.
Sally looked through a fog of long brown hair. She worked at her clit and her cuntmouth in a frenzy. The whirling knot in her belly swelled up. She felt something bubbling inside her. It was a volcano about to go off. Her whole body was wound tight as a watch spring. She grunted.
Sally was desperate. Every time it was this close she was scared. What if she couldn't come? Sally shoved another finger into her cunt. She reached up further. A fourth finger. She folded her hand tight.
The ring of her cuntmouth stretched. Sally forced her hand higher still. Her wrist hurt, but her cunt needed more. She mashed her other hand against her clit. The pearl-pink nubbin was on fire. She pinched more flame into it. Her tits rolled and jiggled. Her hips swayed and whipped backward, forward. Her gleaming ass tightened and relaxed. Every part of her body worked. She dragged herself closer to coming.
Sally was panicking. She needed it. She wanted it. She'd die if she couldn't come. The stark terror of frustration loomed. She stood on tiptoe. Her back was bent forward. Her hips strained up and out. The mouth of her cunt pointed toward the mirror. Sally jammed her crotch full of twisting fingers. Her whole body curled in a spasm of need.
The knot slipped. Like a mountain climber losing his grip, a little tension jerked away, then a little more. Sally felt herself hanging. She teetered on a cliff face. A canyon yawned. She ground her fist against her clit. A charge like a spinning ball of electricity built up in her cunt.
The rope snapped. Sally fell into the abyss. With a snapping jerk, her orgasm grabbed her. Her cunt sucked at her fingers.
Sally let go. Her spine arched back. Her buttocks flexed. She went down onto her heels again, then rocked forward to her toes. The reassuring pulses of her orgasm moved in her like ocean tides. There was nothing on God's earth that could have stopped it. Sally ebbed, then filled again with the release of her sensuality.
The second wave was larger than the first. It started at her clit, then made her cuntmouth contract. Outward like the ring around a stone in water it spread. The ripple of relief spread through her, tightening, then releasing muscles. Every nerve in her body was washed with coolness before drawing up tight for the next wave.
Every rhythmic pulsation of the orgasm left her more relaxed. Sally rode the pulses like a boat anchor. She moved her hips forward and back, commanded by the luxurious release in her pussy. Her breasts lolled as easily and sensuously as her long brown hair. She smiled, not seeing herself in the mirror, not seeing anything but the sheets of color blinding her optic nerves. Sally luxuriated. She reveled in the sheer abandoned sensuality of her orgasm. She felt the strength leaving her muscles like air leaking from a balloon. It didn't matter.
Sally lowered herself to the floor. Her fingers slipped out of her pussy, squeezed free by another juicy contraction of her cunt. She sat, then slowly toppled onto her side. With a smile as peaceful as any Madonna's, Sally waited for the lascivious beauty of her orgasm to fade. It took a long, lovely time.
Chapter Two
Sally was ready when Rod got home, but she wasn't ready for Rod. Yes, she'd showered the snatch-scent off her fingers and found a clean negligee, but the atmosphere wasn't quite right. It was quite rotten.
The doorknob turned and Sally stashed her bonbon boxes under the couch cushion. "Jesus, what a fuckin' bad-ass night," Rod announced from the hall. "Get the hell out of my way, guys!" A quick triple stomp of his boots sent eight cats running into the living room.
"Don't kick them, Rod! They're just glad to see you," Sally said plaintively. "We've all missed you." She smoothed the misty yellow of her transparent negligee across her breasts. Her pussy was already oozing in anticipation. Rod could never resist her in one of her special nighties.
Until tonight. Rod stomped in, glaring. He was four inches taller than Sally. With his weight and brown hair he was the average thirty-year-old husband. His sport shirt was soaked with sweat. He had grime smudged on one cheek. "You should be fuckin' glad you missed my night at the station. The air conditioner broke down on the news set, and I wasn't half done with that when everything else fried from overload." He scowled at the cats who milled around his feet, then looked at Sally.
"What the hell's this! You expected me to bring the fleet home?" He looked her up and down, then sniffed. He took a quick look around the corner to the kitchen. "I thought I asked you to clean up after your goddamn animals today. I smelled cat shit halfway down the walk." He paused for an answer. Sally turned to look the other way. "And the usual dinner ... whatever I feel like cooking, if there's anything in the house."
That last was a bit too much, Sally decided. She snapped, "You know I can't stand those cat boxes when Huey and Dewey have diarrhea! My stomach's just not as strong as yours."
Rod took a deep breath, then calmed himself and shrugged. He went into the bathroom and touched the towels, then to the linen closet. Sally her breath waiting for the explosion, but it didn't come. Rod came out, holding a wet towel in each hand. He let them fall to the floor. "Thanks, honey," he said, and went to bed.
At four-fifteen, Sally knew Rod was still awake. She'd tried reaching toward him, but the impenetrable chill around his stiff form stopped her hand like an aquarium wall. Sally sighed and rolled over.
At six-fifteen Sally was boiling mad, ready for a fight over anything, but Rod was sleeping like a log. She sat at the dresser to apply her makeup. Filthy pig bastard! she thought. Didn't even bother to shower! Comes home mad, throws a tantrum, and stomps off to bed. I was waiting for him! That sonofabitch won't even give my body the respect it deserves!
Well, there are other men who'd appreciate me. I see them looking at me every day. I wonder how he'd feel if I spent my time running around? At least he has interesting work to do. All I do is sit in an office all day, then wait for him to come home at night! I'm bored stiff!
Sally tugged a thin top over her head, pulled on her shortest skirt, and headed for the office. The breeze in her uncovered pussy hairs put a tickly, half-frightened feeling in her loins, but the anger in her mind made her grin carnivorously all the way to work. Sally was out for revenge.
She found it soon. None of the three psychiatrists who shared her receptionist skills had even arrived at the suite when the bottled-water man came in. Alex was a big, hearty man in his forties, with sparse gray hair and a constant lecherous grin for every woman on the route. Sally was making coffee when the sound of the door crashing against its stop startled her. She dropped the filterful of coffee with a squeal.
Alex grinned wide. "Sorry, honey." He rolled the heavy bottle down off his shoulder and ripped the top open. He pulled the empty easily away and turned the full jug upside down.
The reassuring gurgle of the water calmed Sally enough that she regained half her presence of mind. Only half ... she bent to sweep up the coffee with a sheet of paper and forgot the condition of her delicious young ass and the free, unpantied state of her fluffy cunthairs. Her short skirt flipped up. She caught the swiveling motion of Alex's head just as she remembered Oh, no! she thought.
"Yeahhh," Alex breathed. He crossed the receptionist's half-office with two quick strides. "Ohhh, yeahhh!" His big hands gripped her hips insolently. His fingers reached from the points of her pelvis to the edges of her pubes, and his thumbs rolled lasciviously against her asscheeks.
"Please ... I ... Oh, NO!" Sally squeaked. One of those large hands had curled around to the front of her belly and gathered four fingers full of cuntflesh and curly hair. The other hand worked at his fly, then returned to her buttocks.
"Now, hush, honey pie," Alex said softly. He wiggled his fingers in the tight slit between her labia, and oily cream started to flow. "It won't be a minute, darlin'."
"No, Alex, I didn't mean-" Sally protested. She tried to squirm away. The twist of her hips brought one asscheek into contact with the unmistakable hard heat of a long, thick cock. Sally tried to turn the other way, and Alex's fingers dug harder into her pussyflesh. Her cunt was oozing truly well now.
"Any chick shows it like that gotta mean it," Alex said. His voice was husky. "It's a sin to turn down a gal like you!" The back of his hand brushed her ass.
Sally jumped half out of her high heels. The velvety touch of his glans skidded along the tight cleft of her luscious ass, down toward the entrance of her cunny. She felt the cockhead press against her cuntmouth. Her hips made a reflexive little wiggle back toward him. "Wh-what if somebody comes in? Please, I ... I really didn't mean ... Oooooh!"
The wings of his cockhead pressed her inner cuntlips open. Sally thought about one of the doctors coming in while this man was sliding his prick in and out of her dripping slot. The combination of fear, shame and excitement she felt made a flood of cuntcream gush from the walls of her tube. She wiggled intentionally back against him.
"Ahh, yes, that's nice ... hot and drippy with that good pussy juice," Alex breathed. He slid his hands up the front of her skirt, then under her thin blouse. Up across the smooth, soft skin of her belly he searched, then a big hand cupped the whole end of each titty. The nipples sprang to life under his touch.
Sally thought of Rod. She was getting her revenge, all right. She was also getting the entrance to her pussy-channel opened by a nice, thick cock. It was only halfway into her cunt now, and already she felt her clitty standing up. Sally reached back and pulled at Alex's hips.
Alex responded. He pushed harder against her cuntmouth. He was taller, and with his knees bent, it was a rough shot to slip more meat into her pussy. Alex moved a hand away from her jiggly-firm tits and slipped it under her skirt again.
The masterful touch of his fingers kneading at her labia and grinding around her clit made Sally wiggle with ecstatic joy. She was getting the fucking she'd only fantasized about the night before. She bore down, forcing her cuntmouth to open further for him. Sally went up on tiptoe and bent over. With a push and a slide, more of his prick squirted into her cunt.
The whole sleeve of her cuntal tube was as hot and oily as a fistful of melting butter. Sally moaned and writhed on the impaling cock, getting more pleasure from it with ever second. She swiveled her hips, and Alex corkscrewed deeper into her vagina. The sensitive nerves just inside memorized the shape and angle of his cockhead. The puffy tissues of her cuntlips molded to his fingers like warm bread dough, greased and ready for the oven.
And the whole entrance to her cunt felt like an oven. Sally was flaming hotter by the second. She dug her long fingernails into his work pants, urging him to shove more cock into her pussy. She twisted her shoulders. Her tit pressed into his palm, and Sally thought the whole office would cave in around her. She had never in her life felt her cuntal heat accelerate so quickly.
Alex was blatantly relishing the fuck. The cushiony hemispheres of her ass were right against the front of his pants. He ground his belly against her ass, and the luscious mounds molded to him. He worked his fingers in her cleavage and kneaded a fistful of cuntlips. Even the hot little spike of her clitty seemed to seek out his hand, and as for her cuntsleeve ... it was the hottest, quickest-firing cock-baker he'd ever fucked into.
Sally whimpered, "Please, touch my pussy ... oh, harder!" She'd never dared ask Rod to finger her clit while he made love with her, but the near-stranger was so forceful, so dominant, that she knew she could say anything she wanted. Even if he hadn't rubbed his fingers over her clit, just saying the words made Sally more excited.
But Alex did, and he rubbed right on the button. His index finger found the tip of her clit. He rolled the hard pellet in a circle. The pressure of his fingertip crushed heat, pain and sheer jubilant lust into her crotch. He gripped it between his thumb and forefinger and twisted.
Sally though she would die. She dragged his hips toward her. Her asscheeks flattened under the pressure of his belly. Even more cock wedged into her dripping slot. She moaned and moved faster, back and forth as well as side-to-side. Sally felt an orgasm approaching.
Alex must have felt it too. He let go of her tit. Before Sally even had time to moan about it, his other hand dove to her crotch. He lifted her by her pubic bone and straightened up. Sally gasped, amazed at the power of his prick.
She was suspended by his cock and the hands in her crotch. Sally's feet were six inches off the floor. She let go of his hips and pulled her blouse up. Sally let her tits jog and bounce. Alex rammed his cock up into her.
The strength and speed of his cock strokes made her moan. The meat whipped up and down, forcing her higher, then letting her descend. Sally bounced at the bottom of each stroke. Her cunt all but turned inside-out with the hot friction. Her knees bent. Sally rode up and down like a campfire girl on a carousel.
Sally grabbed her breasts. She rubbed the tips into fiery life. She felt the threads of nerve connecting each titty-point to her clit writhing with sensation. She couldn't speak. She wanted to beg Alex to slow down, to speed up, to fuck sixteen different ways, but the force of his prick thrusts drove the words out of her brain. She let her mouth open in wonder.
The buckle of his belt gouged her back, but Sally didn't care. She rode his prick like a madwoman. Her whole belly seemed to be milking at the shaft. The flare of the knob, when he lifted her high, seemed to drag her insides out. At the top of each stroke he paused, then pulled her down again. Sally gasped in time to his strokes, swiveling her ass like a butter churn gone berserk.
The smell of cunt juice and the dusty, ripe smell of Alex's bobbing balls filled the room. The half-slap of work pants on naked female asscheeks punctuated their gasps. Sally wanted to feel his prick grow, harden, explode in her cunt, but it kept going. She felt the spinning hunger in her cuntflesh whirl faster.
All her nerves were shooting streamers of sparks. Alex carried her around the room, weaving and stumbling, but never letting go of her pubes. His cock never quite went clear out of her cunt, and his hands never left her cuntlips. Sally let her head fall back onto his shoulder.
The big water man grunted, carrying her around, hunching his prick up into her cunt, pulling her up off his cock. Sally's blouse was up around her neck. Her skirt was wadded at her waist. She'd lost one shoe, but they still kept on fucking. Her hands moved from her tits to her crotch. She pushed Alex's fingers harder against her clit, then massaged her tits again. Sally was insane with the sheer cunty heat of the lewd act. She yodeled with need as her orgasm approached.
And suddenly, she was coming. The ring at her cuntmouth tightened. She felt spasms rack her muscles. Sally laughed and wept. Tears ran down her face. Her feet drummed against his calves and shins. All Sally needed was for his cock to go on plunging in and out of her hole and those big hands to stay in her pussy.
But Alex had other ideas. His legs were giving out. He staggered to the desk and set her down. Sally could barely stay on her feet. She felt her come taper off.
The rhythm of Alex's strokes increased. Sally felt him shudder. She bent over the desk. Her hands locked to the far edge. The cold formica top chilled her tits. Her nipples tightened further. The rims of her blood-pink nipples wrinkled into a hundred tiny lines. Sally braced herself.
Alex threw himself into a frenzy of fucking. Sally moaned. She felt a hitch in his motion, then heard his pants drop around his ankles. Almost before she knew what was happening, the meaty slap of his belly on her naked ass filled her ears.
Sally shoved her buttocks back and up. She presented her ass to him, opening for a heavy assault. Her cunt was aimed straight back at his pistoning cock. She muttered, "Go, go, go, Alex! Oh, you better ... "
"Yeah, baby, I will, I sure as shit will," Alex grunted. His cock skidded back and forth, faster and faster. His heavy balls swung forward and swatted her cuntlips. Sally felt his hands shift to her hipbones. She hung on.
It felt like tons of cock ramming into her and pulling back, ramming in and pulling back. Sally matched a figure-eight swivel of her ass to the pile driver strokes of his prick. Every corner of her cuntwell was getting reamed. She felt her flesh stretching around the throbbing mass of prick. Sally begged, "Oh, my god! Please, come on, baby, please!"
"Ohh, yeah, oh, you bet your sweet hot cunt," Alex panted. "I'm gonna pump you full, honey! Oh, ow, shit, Sally, I can feel it movin'! You got yours, and I'm gonna get mine!"
Sally clung to the desk like a drowning woman. She shifted her ass higher. The straighter shot let more cock into her cunt. The knob blasted past her womb, then dragged back across the numb tip of her cervix. A deep, distant thudding inside filled her guts. Sally wanted to feel a firehose of come blast into her cunt. She wanted Alex to cover her ass, her cunt, her tits with jizz. She cursed and pleaded. Sally turned to look over her shoulder.
Alex's mouth was open. He panted in great heaving gasps. The cords stood out in his neck. Sally had to turn around. He looked strong as a bull. His cock felt hard as a rock as it fucked into her. Her feet slipped on the carpet. She dragged herself up against the battering strokes of his prick again. More and more tension built up in her cunt. She knew she would come again. Sally tried to hold off. Don't spoil it for him, she thought. Oh, goddammit, don't spoil it!
The long outstroke paused. Sally felt a tremor run through Alex. She held her ass perfectly still. With an effort that made sweat pop out on her forehead, she pressed down. Her cunt-ring relaxed.
His prick drove into her like a freight train. Sally felt a viscous lump travel the length of his come-tube. The thick blue tube pulsed against her cuntmouth like a live thing. She let go.
Harder than before, harder than she could remember, her cunt clenched on his prick. Her clit felt the drag of her cuntlips and sent fireballs of heat along her nerves. Her whole body spasmed around him. Sally felt like a huge, clasping, clenching, sopping wet mass of cuntflesh wrapped around the hardest, heaviest prick in the world. She let her body collapse.
But her body fought Alex's with withdrawal. Her cunt clamped so tight his prick seemed to strip nerves from her flesh. She wrapped around him like a collar, milking and sucking with her cuntflesh.
His second shot filled her channel to overflowing. The thick warmth of semen squirted out around his thrusting shaft. Again and again the prick jabbed deep, and her cunt closed around it. The squishing, sloshing, sopping sound of cock in cunt almost drowned out their groans. Alex shoved his prick in and Sally clamped around it. The slapping of flesh and the powerful thrusts seemed to go on forever. Sally lost count of how many times he'd shot in her and how many times her cunt had milked down around his prick.
Even when Alex collapsed on top of her, Sally kept coming. She let the waves of her orgasm taper off. His drained cock was softening in her cunt with every heartbeat. Hours later, she thought, the water man pulled out and a gush of semen rolled down her thighs. Sally rolled over to smile up at him. Her hair was tousled, her blouse was completely off her tits, and her cunthairs were sopping with cream and semen. "Alex," she began, "I ... "
Alex nodded. "Yeah. Jesus, when I ... when you ... " He shook his head.
Sally giggled. "What a way to start the day." She stretched like a sunbathing leopard, then jolted up from the desk. The doctors were due any second!
Chapter Three
The letterhead on the bills read:
Ward Nichols, M.D.
Virginia Sachs, M.D.
Randall Shepard, M.D.
PSYCHIATRY
Sally busied herself sending out statements and greeting patients during the morning. The day was slow. Ginny Sachs told Sally to cancel two midday appointments. Ward Nichols, who looked like a 1958 situation-comedy father, was never in until two. At five minutes of twelve, Dr. Sachs left. Sally was ready for the planned part of her extramarital day.
Five days every week Randall Shepard came out of his office and marched down the hall to Sally's little area. Four of the five days he invited her to lunch. On Wednesdays he played racquetball, but every day he lunched alone. It had become as routine as clockwork. He would ask, Sally would decline, and the doctor would wander out, as aimless as any schizoid in his practice. Today, though, Sally's heart was pounding. Her mouth was dry. She tucked her blouse more tautly into her skirt, and the eraser-size bumps of her nipples poked through the thin cloth like two thumbs. She tidied the desk and locked the door. A shivery warmth fluttered in her pussy.
"Hey, I'm still here," Dr. Shepard said. Sally spun around, surprised. Her short skirt flared out, showing all but the top two inches of her pillar-smooth thighs. "Don't tell me," he added, "you can't go to lunch."
Sally smiled. She walked around her desk. Her hips swayed enticingly. "Actually, I thought I'd repay your invitations today, Randy," she cooed. "I brought enough for both of us." She pushed her chair back and sat, crossing her legs. Her skirt slid up. If the light had been just a few watts brighter, the crinkly brown of her muff would have showed in the shadow at the top of her thighs.
The psychiatrist stepped into the reception area. "Oh? Well, I'd planned ..." He surveyed Sally's long legs, then stared blatantly at her breasts.
Sally watched his eyes. She felt her nipples standing higher. She shifted her hips slightly, and the faintest hint of cunthair showed. Moisture appeared at the mouth of her pussy. A chill down her spine made her sphincters contract. "I wish you'd stay. I brought some nice cucumber sandwiches, and carrot sticks ... and ... " She let her eyes travel to his crotch.
The doctor shifted slightly, as if the growing lump of prickmeat at the front of his trousers was caught in his shorts. His eyes flicked down to the inviting fraction of pussyfluff, then to Sally's face. He stepped tentatively closer. "Umm ... ahhh, well ... " he mumbled. He raised his hands from his sides. "My tongue's thick," he muttered.
"I didn't think it would be so hard to get you to stay in the office," Sally purred. She opened her mouth slightly and ran her tongue across the inside of her even white teeth. "Of course, spending so much time here ... " She stretched her arms high over her head, and her breasts impressed themselves harder against her thin blouse.
"I'll stay," the psychiatrist decided. He moved toward her. His prick was obviously raging now, thrusting forward and down where his pants had trapped it. The force of his erection outlined the flange of the knob just below his pocket. Sally drooled.
Sally slipped off her chair. The back edge of her skirt caught on the seat. She let it flip up to bare her delectable asscheeks and tugged at the bottom drawer of her desk. "My lunch is in here. Oh, rats! It's sticking," she said, exasperated.
Green slacks appeared in the corner of her vision. She yanked at the drawer again. The promising bulge of his prick was right next to her face. Sally said, "Is the middle drawer locked, Randy?"
The doctor bent over her head to check. Something clicked. Sally let herself fall against his crotch as the drawer opened.
The evidence of touch confirmed what she'd seen. Randy Shepard's prick was rampant, hot, thick and hard. Again a flashing image of Rod went through her mind. Sally said, "Oh, thank you," and curled her arm around Randy's thigh. She looked up into his face.
The doctor was no dummy. "Here? You really think ... ?" he said.
Sally nodded. "Yes, Randy. I ... it's been a long time." About three hours, she thought. Her left hand stayed around his leg. Her right hand went to his zipper. Sally's pussy oozed cream like a tropical river. She undid his fly.
Sally moved her shoulders to help the doctor. She felt his pudgy fingers tugging her blouse upward. She fished for his prick, drawing it at last from the slot of his boxer shorts, then moved back a fraction to admire it.
"Raise your arms," Randy said gruffly. "I want to see you."
Sally complied, never taking her eyes from his prick. The head was blunt, wide, and reddish, a mouth-watering hunk if ever she'd seen one. She let her blouse slide up over her head, then took the shaft in her hand.
The doctor's hands roved over her breasts, investigating the satiny textures of her skin and the rubbery response of her rigid nipples. Sally swayed sensuously. "M-may I," she asked, and glanced up.
Randy nodded. "I'd love it, Sally." He bent half-over and squeezed her tits voluptuously.
Sally explored the end of his cock carefully, lovingly, before she opened her mouth again. A pearly-white drop of cocklube filled the slit at the tip. The tip itself opened and shut, begging for a touch. Sally touched the droplet with a fingertip.
It was hot and slippery enough to make her feel guilty for a second. She thought of Rod's sullen distance from her all the nights before, and went on with her revenge.
The drop of lube smeared around, stretching further than she'd thought it would. Sally moved her fingertip in an ever-increasing circle, glossing the helmet-like end of his prick with the warm, spicy-scented stuff. "I like that ... it feels nice," she whispered.
"And so do these," Randy answered, squeezing the sides of her breasts. Her cleavage deepened and her nipples poked even further forward. Sally felt a blaze of heat start in her cunny. She moved her hips back and forth. Her skirt caught on her heels and she spread her knees. A slight draft chilled the copious flow of her pussycream. Sally shuddered with pleasure. "I want to see it all," Sally explained. She undid his belt and tugged his pants down. Trying to get his cock back through his shorts and past the waistband was like trying to fold an erected pup tent into a hat box, but she managed at last. Sally slid his underpants down around his knees and admired the strong forward jut of his prick.
The slight upward curvature made his prick look even more powerful. It had been years since Sally had examined a cock so closely, and the details delighted her. She traced the squiggly veins under the surface with her thumbnail, ran her fingertips around his heavy balls, and gathered oily sweat to smear at the base of his prickshaft. She felt the warmth in her tits, her cunt, even in her asscheeks, Increase, then chill with every breath she took. "Oh, yes," she breathed, and Randy hummed back at her.
Sally lifted the weighty mass of his scrotum and swung it forward. The heavy egg-shaped bodies of his balls rolled slowly, as if the cords above tugged at them. Sally scraped her fingernail lightly over the surface. The flesh crept reflexively. "I love watching that," she purred, and wondered why she hadn't watched her husband's nuts in so long.
Without waiting for an answer, Sally cupped the sac in the palm of one hand. She circled the shaft of his cock with the other, keeping her small, soft fist just above the base. The voluptuous brunette squeezed his column gently. "Gawd, I'm getting so hot," she said, half to herself.
"I'm boiling, Sally," the doctor muttered. "Oh, please don't tease!" He moved his prick toward her face. "Jesus, you've got nice hands!"
Sally smiled to herself. She reveled in the hot, velvety feeling of his prickskin. She slid her circled hand up and down. More of the sticky fluid gathered at the tip of his prick. Sally ran her fist lightly up the length of his cock and squeezed again, but the lube refused to flow more.
Her other hand rolled and caressed his balls until they gathered in a tight, meaty mass at the base of the rod. The head of his prick was turning toward purple. Sally swallowed saliva. Both her mouth and her pussy were drooling. "I ... I'm almost afraid of it now," she said softly.
Doctor Shepard slid one hand from her tit to her head. The pressure was building up in his balls. He hoped he wouldn't shoot when she put those voluptuous lips around his knob. For a moment, the doctor fantasized a long afternoon of slipping his cock into every wet orifice of Sally's delicious body. He moaned. "I never thought I ... we could," he mumbled. "My professional detach ... Dammit, my balls ache!" He looked down at her again.
Sally grinned. It was good to know that he was as aroused as she was. She could feel the pink inner lining of her cuntsleeve pooching out, then winking shut again. "It's so warm and so strong," she whispered. "I'm starting to ache, too!" She stole her hand out from under his balls and licked her fingertips. She dabbed saliva onto the big drop of lube and smeared the mixture around on his purplish cock-head.
Sally felt a tremor run through him. She stroked her fingers across the sensitive nerves of the back edge again. Shepard shivered. Sally held the shaft of his prick like a flute and used her palm to spread the warm fluid over the whole end of his flaring knob.
Sally moved an inch closer. The saliva-slicked skin of his cockhead made her palms and her pussy itch, jut to look at it. She bent her head down above it and summoned up more spit. She worked the saliva around in her mouth for a few seconds, then let a foaming goblet of spittle drizzle down onto his knob.
The psychiatrist groaned. The wet warmth flooded his crotch with sensuality. His rectum tightened, and his prostate started to ache. His cockhead swelled out a quarter-inch with a single heartbeat.
Sally smiled, then, all her courage and self-restraint gathered, touched her tongue to the tip of his prick. Her tongue found the salty-tasting urethral slit. She licked up the traces of his cocklube. She wiggled with lusty glee when Randy hissed. With her brown eyes lit up, she looked up at him. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"
Randy Shepard's hands clenched tighter on her tits. "No, Sally, not at all!" He rolled his head back and stared at the ceiling.
Sally gripped the magical cockshaft with both hands. She licked across the glans again. She ran her tongue around the ridge at the edge once, then again. Her pussy gushed. She wanted to feel the doctor's hands on her pussy. Suggestively, with a lewd motion of her hips, she pursed her lips in a tight circle and kissed the tip of his knob.
It was slippery with her spit and the traces of the first pre-come drops. Sally held the shaft upright and opened her lips a fraction. She slid her mouth slowly over the trembling doctor's glans until her lips encompassed the wide, winglike flare of the knob. She paused, then ran her tongue quickly through the slit again.
The psychiatrist rocked his hips forward, then, reluctantly pulled back. His hand compressed and relaxed in a sensuous rhythm, milking warmth and lust into her breasts.
Sally tightened her lips at the narrowed neck of his prick. She sucked gently. The knob swelled further, and she was amazed. I didn't think it could get much bigger! It's a whole mouthful just like this!
Randy's movements became more insistent. Sally held her head still and let him slide his prick in and out. She looked up past her eyebrows and saw him watching her. Sally fluttered her eyelids in invitation.
Sally rolled her head from side to side. The feeling of being face-fucked got better and better. She began taking long, lascivious slurps at his cockhead. Sally made her tongue whip around the edges of his knob like a fiery snake. Saliva leaked from her mouth to her hand, and she started jacking at his shaft.
Doctor Shepard let go of her tits. He put both hands on Sally's head. Every lewd suck at his prick made his balls feel heavier, his asscheeks tighten further. He looked down at the pretty face distorting around his meat and groaned. The sight and the feeling of having such a lovely woman sucking so voraciously at his cock made him weak in the knees. The suctioning sensuality of her mouth made his nuts want to split wide open. Every motion of her tongue, every tight-wrapped touch of her lips told him that his receptionist loved sucking his cock. "Oh, yes, don't stop," he muttered. "Yeah, suck, suck, suck it good, Sally!"
Sally wanted to feel even more of the sliding prickmeat. She sucked valiantly at it, and the head swelled to fill her mouth. The flat side pressed her palate, and the shorter side of his knob rippled back and forth on her tongue. Sally stopped jacking at him and put her hands on his hips.
She wished there were some way to get the hot action of his prick and the constant lewd touches of his hands down to her pussy. She rose to one knee, then got both feet under her. Sally stood, keep her back bent. She had a mouthful of thrusting, swirling prick, and she sucked it even harder. She was bent at the waist, with her luscious ass held high.
With her hands on his hips, urging more cock into her mouth, Shepard let go of her head. He forced his cock forward and bent over her back. The back of her skirt was level with the floor. With a single tug, he bared those beautiful asscheeks and massaged the mounds.
Sally sucked faster. Her tongue whipped across his cockhead, around his knob, into his comeslit. She wiggled her ass, and a fingertip found the swampy center of her cunt. She pushed her hips back.
Sally hunched back against his hand, and another finger went into her slot. She pushed her face against his crotch. The head of his prick battered against the top of her throat. Sally started humming, vibrating his knob with her vocal cords.
"Oh, Christ! Yes, Sally, suck, blow, hum on my dick!" Randy growled. His hands worked at her ass-cheeks. He slipped three fingers into her cunthole and milked up and down in the hot sleeve. The dripping walls greased his hands like molten butter. He ran his middle finger up the center of that wet trough and found her clit.
Sally bucked and shivered when she felt the touch. Her clitty sent frantic sparks of heat all through her. She tried to control herself, but she found more and more cock filling her mouth. She sucked like a mad milking machine. She wanted to taste more than the meaty shaft, more than the spongy knob. Now that her cunt was full of thrusting, wiggling, rolling fingers, she knew she could come. She tried harder to force Randy to shoot.
His balls must be solid steel! she thought desperately. Sally pulled him forward with one hand and grabbed his nuts with the other. She rolled the heavy eggs, squeezed then, pinched at the wrinkled sac. Her lips reached halfway down the shaft of his cock. She gargled. His knob pushed into her throat. It was all she could do to keep from gagging.
Sally swallowed desperately. The whole length of his cock seemed ready to plunge to her stomach. Her forehead pushed against his shirttail. She swallowed harder, and the knob went into her throat!
Sally gulped and guzzled. Her pussy was just about to clamp down on his hand. Her tits ached. They swung back and forth. Her whole body moved, strung on a high-tension strand that ran from her cunt to her mouth. Sally strained to keep her jaw from clenching down on his prick.
Randy shoved prick into her mouth. He fucked like a bull, ramming his hips back and forth. He stroked faster with his fingers, fucked faster with his cock. Sally hunched back against his hand and gobbled forward onto his cock.
Sally felt his knob swell, and stay big. Every other time, it had shrunk down again. She put all her attention on the throbbing cock in her mouth. She ignored the finger prodding her clit and the three fingers swirling in her cunt. Her fingernails dug into his asscheeks, urging him to speed up.
But he was already thrusting as fast as he could. Sally's mind was inflamed with lust and horny excitement. Time was slowing down. She thought his prick was slowing. She wrapped her tongue back and forth even faster. Her body burned all over with lusty heat.
"That's it, suck, suck my cock," Randy muttered. "Keep on suckin', Sally, and I'll keep fingerin' this hot snatch. I love this juicy cunt, baby, and I love that hot mouth!" His fingers writhed like a handful of snakes. His other hand grabbed her asscheeks and kneaded the flesh lustily.
Sally thought her cunt would melt into a puddle of need. Her whole crotch was soaked with cunt juice, and every deep, hard thrust of his cock against the back of her throat made her pussy simmer hotter. Her whole body was on fire, bubbling like a soupy cauldron. She moaned and grunted around his meat.
"Yes, suck! Goddammit, I'm gonna come," Randy Shepard babbled. "My cock's gonna bust! Dammit, don't stop sucking me!" He thrust savagely into her mouth and pulled back again.
Sally whipped her tongue around his cockhead on the instroke and sucked mightily on the outstroke. Her gag reflex worked again, but she fought it down. Her throat's soft, wet tissues worked around his knob, massaging every nerve in the glans. She mashed his balls together with her sweating hand, and he started to come.
"AAHHHH! FUCK!" Randy gasped. "Oh, gawd, suck, suck it all out! Take it all, eat every goddamn drop. Sally, Oh, owww!"
Sally gulped frantically. She rolled her tongue around Randy's cockhead. The heavy cream all but gagged her, but she kept the hot suction around his meat. She swallowed as fast as she could, feeling trickles and squirts jetting from the corners of her mouth. The jism faded to a trickle, then stopped entirely. Sally felt his cock spasm again. Randy started to pull his prick away, but she shook her head and her ass as at the same time. Sally slowed her tongue down, cleaning the come off his knob, and the doctor understood.
His fingers went back to work on her pussy. When he'd started shooting his hand had stopped, but now he lavished care on her sopping cunt. He made a fist inside her, tugging her cunt-ring out, then uncurled his fingers and slipped them deeper. Over and over, making a gut-chilling suction in her hole, then forcing her fuller, he kept working at her pussy while her tongue rotated around his flagging knob.
Sally hummed happily. His cockhead was smaller, but the shaft was still hard enough to stay in her mouth. She carefully cleaned every bit of the surface. She felt the tension in her belly mount.
His hand was good ... maybe not quite as good as her own, but damn good. Sally moved her ass in a lascivious circle. The one-finger pushes at her clitty and the tripled pull at her vagina made her cunt feel better and better. She knew she'd come any moment. She let his prick fallout of her mouth Sally let go.
Rolling waves rippled out from her pussy. Sally let the feeling rise and fall. Her head dangled loosely. His prick fell away, touching her cheek. The release wasn't as strong or as hard as when Alex had fucked her, but it let the tension ease from her body like air from a leaky balloon. Sally rippled and swayed and went down to her knees again. The doctor's fingers pulled out of her hole with a "plop". I guess that'll show Rodney, she told herself, and looked up at the psychiatrist. "I don't know about you, Randy," she said, and ran the back of her hand across her lips, "but I needed that!" Sally grinned. She slumped like a wilted puppet.
Chapter Four
Doctor Ginny Sachs was a tall, red-haired woman, thirty-two years old, and quite effective in her profession. She wasn't a beautiful woman, with her overly wide mouth and her longish, straight nose, but her face had a powerful attractiveness. Her eyes were clear and perceptive, with a level gaze, and most men she'd met wanted to knock her on her ass and rumple her with a good hard fuck. A lot of them had, and had found she liked it. She was the only one among Nichols, Sachs, and Shepard who unreservedly enjoyed a healthy sex life, which may have been the reason for her cool self-confidence and her success rate with patients.
And a new patient was always a challenge. She listened closely as Rod Standish spoke, drumming his fingers on the park bench. "I wish I could've invited you to the house, but I just can't," he began. "Those goddamn animals shit in a new corner as soon as I turn my back, and the dogs won't let anybody use that patio. You'd be licked to death."
Ginny smiled at the idea. "It's a good change for me to meet a patient out of doors," she said benignly. "I get pretty tired of office walls and hospital halls."
"Yeah, I guess." Rod looked down, then up at her again. "You know why I couldn't just come to the office don't you?" Ginny nodded.
"Sally's a good wife in a lot of ways," he said, "but she makes me so goddamn mad! You know, Doctor, we've got three dozen cats and ten dogs, and she won't even let me give 'em away! I'm really tired of cleaning up after them ... and her."
"Have you discussed this with her?" Ginny asked. She looked into his eyes and added, "You don't have to call me 'Doctor'. We're friends."
"I tried, but she gets defensive, then angry. She says there's not enough light when she gets home from work, and since I work nights. I should do it while the sun's out." He paused for a moment, then lowered his voice to a deadly growl. "I can't take a helluva lot more shit. If I got a hand with part, just part of it ..."
"You sound angry," Ginny observed perceptively. "Have you ever had violent thoughts or behaved violently toward Sally?"
Rod's jaw muscles jumped. He looked mistrustfully toward Ginny. "Yeah." His fists clenched in his lap. "A lot of times I have to stop myself from ... from knockin' the shit out of her! Ginny, you don't know how she can piss somebody off, you really don't. I know she works hard at the office, and the two of you get along really well, but ..."
Rod stopped suddenly and composed himself. "Besides, she went with a guy that knocked her around before I married her. I don't like the idea, you know, wife-beating and all that ...a woman can't stand up to things like that, the way most men could." He stopped. "I try to work things out by talking with Sally, but it doesn't work very well."
Ginny crossed her legs. Her businesslike red suit slid partway up her nyloned thighs. "Do you ever impose any sort of discipline on each other? Do you fight often, or does it all stay bottled up inside you?" Ginny leaned toward Rod and put her hand on his knee, gazing intently at him all the while.
Rod's nostrils flared. He caught a whiff of Ginny's perfume, but he didn't shift away from her. "Oh, we throw dishes on the floor, break something once in a while ... not real scheduled discipline, more like tantrums." He watched, wondering, as Ginny stood up and paced back and forth a few feet away.
"I think I know what you have to do," Ginny said suddenly. She checked the open picnic area quickly, then grabbed Rod's hand. "Come with me."
Rod stumbled after her. "Hey, uh, Ginny, not that I mind, but ... "
"Quiet!" Ginny snapped. "If you're serious about getting help for your marriage, you'll have to do what I say." She strode toward the edge of the clearing.
Rod followed, still not sure of the redhead's intentions. The thick growth of brush in the park hid them from anyone more than a few feet away. A stirring began in his loins as he followed Ginny's well-rounded ass through the underbrush. "Ginny ... Doctor, I ... "
She shushed him with a backward wave of her hand. She stepped into a clearing and turned to face him. Ginny pulled two or three pins from her hair and put them carefully in her purse. With a shake, her hair fell into a rippling cascade that reached halfway down her back. She suddenly looked years younger. "All right, Rod," she began, peeling off her dressy little jacket. "Pretend I'm Sally." She put a mock scowl on her face, knitting her eyebrows into thunderclouds. "Why the hell should I do any housework? You're at home sleeping all day while I work. Why shouldn't I watch television while you work?" she cranked.
"Because I do your goddamn laundry," Rod snapped, starting to get the spirit of the role-playing. "I train your stupid dogs ... you're barely house broken yourself!" He stepped toward Ginny menacingly.
"If you made more money I wouldn't have to work! You had two jobs when I met you, but now you're trying to live off of me!" Ginny screeched, her hands on her hips. "If I didn't help pay the bills, you'd be starving us both to death!"
Rod raised his voice louder than he ever did at home. "I pay fuckin' vet bills! I pay half your pissant income in vet bills, and dog food, and cat food ... and don't forget the hundred pounds of cat shit I clean up every week!" He glared and ground his teeth, letting anger out with a flourish.
"I work hard-I work damned hard," Ginny snapped. "By the time I get home I can't do anything! I'm too tired! All you do is push a TV camera around and jack off with your buddies! Some friends ... they had to carry you home after the Christmas party, and you threw up all over the lawn!"
"That was three years ago!" Rod roared, outraged. "One party and I'm still hearing about it! Jesus God, woman, what's wrong with you? Three years of shitwork and bills for your toys, and all I get is crap about getting drunk once! ONCE!"
"Toys? What toys? I don't have any toys ... I hardly have clothes to wear!" Ginny screamed.
"Those pets are toys if you can't clean up after them! You don't treat 'em like animals, you treat 'em like goddamn sculpture! You were a spoiled brat before I married you, and you're still a spoiled brat! Your parents should'a knocked the shit outa you instead'a sendin' the maid to clean up behind you!" Rod's face was red, and his neck showed knotted cords. His fists were balled up at his sides.
Ginny's voice went low and mean. "What? You're going to beat me up? The talented cameraman is going to beat up his child bride? Come on, Rodney, don't threaten me. Gawd, if my father had been as big a bungler as you, he probably would have spanked me, but he was successful. He didn't need to beat up children to feel worthwhile."
"Success? Some success! Listen, honey, I make four times your pay. I think that makes me four times as much a sue-"
"Failure! Your job stinks! You hate your work," Ginny shouted. "You haven't got the balls to spank me, just like you don't have the balls to find a better job!"
"Arrrgggh!" Rod snarled. He took two stiff-legged steps that jarred clear up his spine. His vision was tinged with red. He could hardly see Ginny, but her taunting voice went on and on. He grabbed her arm and twisted her around. With a hammerlock, he forced the woman to her knees. He flipped her skirt up with his free hand and dug his strong fingers into the top of her pantyhose.
The rushing adrenalin of his rage made his hand strong as iron. He gripped the waistband of her pantyhose. The tight garment split down the back. His fingers ripped into her panties next, and her ass was suddenly bare. The pale mounds of her ass blazed in the sunlight. Tatters of hose and panties waved around her nakedness. He brought the flat of his hand down on her ass.
"Awwk! Murder! You're killing me," Ginny squawked. "Let go of me! Get your clumsy hands off of me, you bastard!" She tried to struggle free.
Rod dropped to one knee. His hammerlock forced her across his thigh. His hand rose and fell, slapping down like a steak on a butcher-block. "Shut up, bitch!" he snarled. "You've needed this for a long time!" He swatted again and again, heavy, punishing blows.
Ginny struggled less and less. "Ow! Ouch! Oh, please! Dammit, Rod, go easy!" She turned to look over her shoulder.
Rod had regained his senses. He knew it was Ginny and not his wife, but he enjoyed the spanking. He grinned cruelly at her and slapped down again.
Power flooded his loins. Blood rushed to his prick like steam racing through a reactor's pipes. Rod slowed the tempo of his swats. Ginny jerked with each one.
A feathery, red-brown tuft of pussyhair showed at the junction of her thighs and asscheeks. Rod slapped across both upturned mounds, the frilly lips of her pussy blushed red. He slapped the far cheek heavily. The print of his palm and fingers blazed white on the blushing skin, then merged with the irritated red of her buttocks. He brought his hand stingingly down on her near cheek, then again. The pale blaze of four fingers showed at the fullest part of the reddened buttock. He tried just fingertips on her far cheek.
Four ovals flashed and disappeared on her ass. Rod's teeth were bare and gleaming savagely. "You'll gimme some help?" he asked, holding his hand high over her ass.
"No!" Ginny said defiantly. "You sleep all day!"
WHACK! Rod's hand smashed down, flattening her asscleft. Even the undercrease of her buttocks showed red. "What'd you say?"
"No! No help!" Ginny said. She glared back at him. Her eyes showed traces of tears welling in the corners.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! A slap on each side, then another blow that centered on the base of her upturned pussy. Ginny jerked. Her hips whipped forward and back with the last blow. The flesh of her cleft was as red and moist as her eyes. "Please! Oh, stop it, please!" she begged.
"You gonna help? I don't want to put up with any bullshit, sweetie," Rod said. He liked this game ... especially the slaps on Ginny's well-formed slender ass. "Answer me! I'll spank you again!" He swatted the line where her thighs met her asscheeks.
"OWW! Dammit, yes! Whatever you say!" Ginny screeched. She kicked her feet in the dirt. "Le'me up!"
"Who's the boss?" Rod snapped. His prick throbbed with new-found power.
"You are! Please, just let me up! I'll do anything you want, Rod!" Ginny pleaded. She twisted to look at him, and tears rolled down her cheeks. "Please, anything!"
Rod let go of her wrist. He spun her around and reached under her skirt. The remnants of her hose and her panties skinned down to her knees with a single yank. Ginny heartedly tried to cover herself with her hands.
Rod knocked her wrists away. "Stop! Stay, woman!" He stood and undid his pants. "Off with your skirt! Yeah, and let me see your tits!" He stood in front of her, his prick jutting like a cannon.
Ginny stared at him, taking in every detail. He was an average-size, average-looking man, but to her he looked like Paul Bunyan. She fumbled with the zipper at the side of her skirt, then let it fall around her feet.
"That's better," he said. His fist went to his cock, milking slowly up and down the shaft. "Now your tits."
"Rod ... uh, this is kind of public ... " Ginny began.
Rod stepped out of his pants menacingly. Ginny's fingers flew down the front of her blouse. She reached back to unhook her little half-cup bra, and shrugged out of it. She stood nearly naked. The ripped remains of her panties hung between her ankles in the snarled mess of her pantyhose.
Rod looked at her coppery cunthairs and the ripe pink of her nipples. Ginny's tits were smaller than Sally's, but her aureoles were tight with fear and heat. Her nipples were nearly two inches long, and thick as two thumbs. He reached up and rolled one of the fat, grape-like points between his fingers. His other hand went to her snatch. He kneaded her cuntlips, as soft and wet as warmed raw liver, and said, "That really gets you hot, doesn't it?" Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed the back of her neck and fastened his mouth to hers.
Rod's tongue raped into her mouth, and Ginny sucked helplessly at it. He rolled the slippery wedge of muscle around in her mouth, exploring every molar, every juicy taste bud. His tongue flicked nearly to her throat, and hers writhed against it. His hand worked in her pussy, twisting, invading, sampling the oily juice that gushed so freely.
Rod felt strong, hard, incredibly dominant. He ran his hand down her back to her inflamed ass-cheeks. Ginny pressed her hips forward against his other hand. Rod fondled her ass lewdly, running his fingers over the hand-warmed flesh. It felt hot and red and blushing from the impacts of his hand. He kneaded one cheek, then the other. Ginny squirmed. Her cuntmouth opened and he slipped two fingers inside.
Rod broke the slippery kiss. He looked at her face. She was nearly as tall as he, and her face was melting with heat. She put her arms up between her tits and his chest and folded against him. Her hips moved in a steady coital motion.
Rod bent his knees. He forked his fingers at the front of her labia, spreading the juicy slices. His cockhead found her crotch. He slid the knob from her perineum to her clit, and Ginny moaned. He backed his hips and started again.
Ginny threw her hips at him. The rim of her cuntmouth tugged at his glans. Rod grunted and slid his meat up against her clit again.
He kept watching her face. A tremor of lust flickered over her features every time his knob skirted her cuntmouth. Ginny stiffened all over when his prickhead touched her clit. Grinning sadistically, he slithered his glans along her cunt valley again, then slipped the head onto her pussy.
The spanking had heated her cunt to a lusty simmer. The little muscle at the mouth of her vagina parted easily, then gripped him. Ginny sighed, "Oooh," and hitched higher against him.
Rod rotated his hips. His cockhead reamed around, stretching the entrance. The hot, slippery feeling of her pussy was totally sensuous. The inner folds gave, then returned to caress his prick like wet satin. He held her ass steady with both hands and shoved deep.
Ginny clutched at him desperately. "Oh, GOD!" she groaned. "Don't-don't stop! Jesus, please, Rod!"
Rod gave her another deep, standing poke, thrusting his hips upward. He lifted her inches off the ground, then pulled back and away. His prick slipped out of her greasy pussy like an eel out of a bottle. He broke her tightened grip on his shoulders and stepped back. "Ride me ... sit on my cock and ride me," he said, and lay down on her skirt.
Ginny was drooling with heat. Her mouth watered. She felt the dreadful emptiness of his prick's escape. With the inflamed heat of her thighs and buttocks urging her pussy on, she would have done anything to recapture Rod's prick. She straddled him, one knee on each side of his hips.
Rod lay back. He laced his fingers behind his head. Even looking up at her, the slack-mouthed look of sheer lust on her face made him feel all the power of his rock-hard cock. He watched as her long fingers scrambled madly for his cock. It was just the therapy he needed.
Ginny held his cock by the middle of the shaft. She tried to squat directly down on it, but the tip glanced off the tendon of her thigh. She looked down between their bodies and spread her labia with one hand. Slower, shaking with tension, she guided the head against the mouth of her pussy. She wiggled down onto the knob.
The swift exit of Rod's prick and the effort of steering it back to her sopping cunt let her pussy tighten. The first strokes had been easy. His prick had entered like a spoon into warm custard, but now her cunt-ring was tight. Rod lay back and let Ginny work his prick into her slippery cuntflesh.
It was quite a sight, and only the demands of keeping power over her kept Rod from stroking up toward her. Her hair gleamed like copper in the sunlight, and her tits jiggled lustily. Ginny bounced up and down in a frenzy of need, then tried to swivel down. It took long, frustrating seconds to get his prickhead into the tight channel.
But she did manage, and Rod had to gasp. The meaty warmth of her cuntsleeve worked around his knob like a toothless mouth. The hot, talented flesh seemed to suck at him. Only the very tip of his cock was in.
Rod looked at those small, apple-hard tits and the huge, rubbery nipples. The rims crinkled and fell, crinkled and fell and Ginny tried to swivel herself down onto his cock. She was moving so frantically that each nipple made a lewd figure-eight in the air, circling and bobbing, waving and jiggling with her hungry motions. Slowly, casually, he reached for her cunt.
Ginny stopped instantly when he touched her pussy. His fingertips slithered between her thighs, two fingers on each side of his prick. The scar of his circumcision was still outside her cunt, and the lips of the slot were turning in from the pressure of her weight. The whole zone was sopping with hot juices from her feverish cunt.
Rod slid his hand back and forth, then ran a fingertip across the tip of her clit. The cuntmouth contracted around his prick. Another inch slipped in. He smiled and raised his cream-slicked hand to her tits. With a slow, sensuous lewdness that was positively obscene, he rolled his fingers over her nipples.
Ginny thought she would die from the feeling. Her tits ached with heat, the thrill of warm cunt-juice on her nipples sent lightning bolts of heat to her clit. She moaned like a beaten animal and .slipped her cunt further onto his prick.
"Yeah, that's good, take it," Rod said. "Just let it all into that hot little snatch, honey." He rotated his hips, and half his prick was inside her vagina. "And you better ride me good, Ginny, you better ride me damn good!" He tweaked her other nipple.
"I will, I will," Ginny moaned. She swirled around and around. More of his prick went into her cunthole, reaching every slippery cell of the creamy sleeve. Rod looked up at her tits, then down at her swiveling cunt, and gave a little thrust upward.
The greasy juice from her pussy coated the inside of her thighs. The smooth, soft skin glistened lewdly. The red curls of her bush moved, working around his prick. Her cuntlips stretched. Only the last inch of his cock was still visible, then her hungry pussy swallowed him up.
Ginny's cunt was incredibly hot and wet. The slick inner walls seemed to be sucking his prick in. Her hips moved like oily ball bearings. A sinuous wiggle went from her hips to her head, and the sopping pad of her cuntmound mashed against his pubes.
Both Ginny and Rod groaned. She was stuffed delightfully full of prick, and his cock was getting the hottest, wettest milking in weeks. Ginny ground her hips in a circle, then reversed the motion. Her flesh swirled around his meat like a tropical whirlpool, humid and hungry. Rod arched his back. Her womb touched the tip of his cock.
Ginny moaned. The dull pressure deep inside her sent a bass beat to her brain. It was like the gut-felt throb of a jungle drum, filling her with lust and fear. She arched backward, and the knob of his prick stretched her belly.
Rod looked at the circling bump where his cock forced her stomach forward. He reached for it with one hand and rubbed. He slipped his other hand into the grinding mass of cuntflesh that Ginny's weight had glued to his belly. He found her clit, and Ginny went crazy.
She shimmied like a belly dancer. She shook her hips from side to side, making a rapid flurry of flour-sifter motions that sent ripples through her whole body. The walls of her cunt wrapped around his prick even tighter, and her nipples blurred.
Rod pressed harder against the end of her clit. He felt the little pellet move from side to side, pumping across his fingertip. Every change in the pressure made Ginny rotate faster, shiver harder. His prick swelled larger in her cunt.
Rod strained to keep from coming. He closed his eyes, but the erotic sight of Ginny's shimmying body was printed on his eyelids. He forced his ass to unclench. He tried to ignore the wet heat around his prickhead and the scratchy grinding of her cuntflesh on his pubic arch. With an effort of pure will, he held his semen down.
Rod looked calculatingly up at her. Ginny was winding higher and higher. Her pussy worked at his prick constantly. Her eyes were closed, and that sensuous, wide-lipped mouth was muttering prayers. Slowly and deliberately he slipped his fingers between his belly and her cunt. Rod massaged her clit.
The swampy warmth of her cuntlips wrapped around his fingers while the heat of her cuntwalls worked against his prick. Rod kept himself calm. "Come on, Ginny, come on," he said. "Let's see you come, come real good! Wiggle it, yeah, move it! You fuck good, baby, but you gotta come for me! Come on, get it! Get your clit off!" He poked harder into the wet slot and arched until his hips were off the ground.
Ginny gyrated. Her tits waved. A low wail came from her open mouth. Her hands found his chest. Her fingers curled. Her nails dug into his skin. Rod twisted his hips from side to side. He could see she was about to come. He could tell in a dozen ways.
Her nipples looked like they would explode. Her asscheeks tightened against his thighs. Her cunt drizzled enough juice to flood his balls. Both their crotches were soaked with her fluids. He was wet from his navel to his knees, and still she gushed. He could even hear the squishing sound as her cunt stirred around his cock.
The look on her face was purest prayerful ecstasy. Ginny's eyelids fluttered. Her nostrils flared. She gasped for air to fuel her horny tension. Her belly rippled. She slid her cunt back and forth on his belly. The greasy grinding of her cuntlips on his pubes was like a rider on a galloping horse, bouncing and sliding, increasing with every second.
Ginny started gasping. "Oh, oh, oh! Oh, Rod! I ... I ... it's gonna ..." She bit her lower lip. Every muscle in her tall, slender body tightened. Her cunt fluttered around his prick. She bowed her shoulders forward. Her tits pointed at his chest. Ginny clawed at his skin, digging her nails in until he bled. She arched back again and climbed. Her cunt rose up his shaft. She strained. Half his meat was out, then three-quarters. Only the head of his cock was inside her. Rod put his hands on her hips.
Ginny stayed at the tip of his prick for long heartbreaking seconds. Her ass moved in a tiny circle. She massaged the rim of her hole with his knob. With a wail of panic, lust and ecstasy, she drove herself onto his cock.
Their bellies slapped together like a gunshot. Rod gripped her hips and threw his cock up into her. Ginny's cunt was going off in a steady, hard-clamping beat. He felt the muscle at the mouth clamp down until his prick was ready to break off. He thrust and swiveled, increasing her clit-thrills, heightening her orgasm.
Ginny wailed and yodeled with the pulses of her come. She struggled to stay on top of him. Her cunt whipped up and down, tightening and relaxing. Each cycle of her come grew harder and harder. Rod watched and helped by shoving his prick into her as hard as he could.
When her motion finally started to tape off, his balls were boiling. Her hair had flown out into a frizzy halo of red, like sunlight around her face. Rod's prick was stripped raw. It was nothing but exposed nerves from the clenched-cunt strokes of her gyrating hips. He felt the simmer of his own come and started hunching up at her.
Ginny wailed, "Yes! Jesus, fuck me! Rod, fuck me to death!" Her ass rose and fell, twitching against his hands. She flexed one cheek, then the other, then both at the same time. Her tits bounced. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream. The awesome power of her second orgasm hit like a cloudburst.
Rod stabbed his prick into her cunt. He felt the buzzing in his balls, the icy heat at the tip, the throbbing of his jizztube. He held her hips and jammed her up and down. Their bodies slapped. He held his nuts tight with every bit of strength in his belly. With a ripping, tearing sensation that split his cock in two, the first burst of come traveled up his prick.
Ginny felt the hitch in his fuckstrokes. She redoubled her efforts. Her body rotated and hunched. She battered her pelvis down against him. Her cuntflesh milked madly at him. She felt like a sopping vacuum, sucking at his seed.
Rod let another burst of come tear along his meat, then another. Four huge jets of come splashed into her and he felt wet warmth goo over his belly. Her cunt was so tight and his jizz shot so hard that she was overflowing. He fucked harder, throwing spunk into her cuntcave. She ground faster, suctioning the semen out of his prick. She rode him like a bronco.
Rod's hips were off the ground. He thrusts from his heels and his head, bent like a bow. Ginny's legs clamped on his knees, and she drove herself onto the spouting spike of his meat. They struggled to force the 1st drops of come from his balls, to urge the hard, hot clasps of her cunt. It felt like hours of effort.
Rod didn't know when his prick had stopped spewing, but it must have. He felt drained, utterly empty, but the nerves in his glans still said he shot jism up into her cunt. The tension slowly seeped out of his back. He slid down until his ass rested on the ground. The jerky, hunching moves of his prick kept going, tapering slowly. Ginny fell forward. Her tits mashed against his chest. Her face fell into the hollow of his neck. He patted her ass, exhausted. She kissed his earlobe. The last thing he did for a long while was say, "Super ... absolutely super!"
The psychiatrist giggled. "Yeah, you are, Rod." She let her body melt all over Rod's supine form.
Chapter Five
Ward Nichols thumbed tobacco down into the bowl of his huge pipe. He leaned back and dug a bizarre multi-armed gadget from his vest pocket and tamped the mix carefully. "I don't think my prescribing electro-shock for your patients has any place in this discussion, Ginny. I did check Mrs. Sugget's chart first. She has no physical reason precluding convulsive therapy."
Randy Shepard held up one hand and leaned forward before Ginny could speak. "It's not the time to talk about it." He checked his watch. "I thought we were meeting to talk about salary review. I have a lecture in one hour-let's make it quick."
"I think Sally deserves a raise," Ginny said. "She's a hard worker, and she doesn't upset the patients." The redhead stared at Randy. "Not like some highly recommended receptionists we've hired."
Randy shifted uncomfortably. "The coffee wasn't ready when I came in this morning." His analytic mind flicked like a broken calculator. If she gets a raise after blowing me today ... No, I can't tell either Ginny or Ward. If I go along with a raise, they might suspect ...
Ward seized on the coffee issue. "Has this happened before?" he asked incisively. Wreaths of foul blue pipe smoke coiled above his head. "It could mean she's slacking off, or resentful."
"Coffee has nothing to do with it, Ward. She's not here to make coffee. Don't you remember when Randy assessed us all to us all to buy that damn machine to take the load off his girlfriend?" Ginny asked incredulously. She glared at her colleagues. "I think we should give her another seventy dollars a month." "Have you seen the tax bill on this building?" Ward asked, outraged. "It's up twelve percent his year! That's almost a hundred dollars right there. We can't afford to give a raise like that!"
"I think we should get a new receptionist," Randy said. "Seventy dollars a month is out of the question." He nodded his head sagely. "Yes, I think it may be time for a parting of the ways."
"I don't believe it," Ginny said flatly. "Randy, you charge your groups a hundred dollars a head-" Randy's head snapped around "-for six hours of your time every month. You're getting two hundred dollars an hour, and you say we can't give Sally a raise." She turned toward Ward Nichols.
"And you-" her lips tightened"-you're billing Mrs. Sugget eighty dollars for a shock she didn't need. You've probably set her back two months! We'll be damn lucky if we aren't both sued!" She looked from one uncomfortable, insecure psychiatrist to the other. "Make it eighty dollars a month and I'll shut up."
Ward fidgeted. Randy patted his pockets for cigarettes. Ward stroked his distinguished gray temples. The men glanced at each other, furtive as two weasels over a crumb of meat. Ginny gathered up her papers and waited. "Fifty?" Ward whined.
"Eighty."
Both men nodded. Ginny smiled and swept out of the group room. Now if I could just pry her loose from that shed husband ...
* * *
Rod, the studly husband, rolled up his sleeves on his way up the front walk. He sniffed, but the wind was blowing from behind him. He swaggered to the door and threw it open.
Cats scattered away at the crash. Sally jumped half-off the couch. She flicked the television off and ran to meet Rod, her mint-green robe flying open behind her.
All she wore under it was a tight cut-out bra that held her nipples high and forward and the tiny triangle of a g-string over her pussy. "Hi, baby," she breathed, throwing her arms around him. "The house is clean." Sally rubbed her supple body up and down his torso and turned her face upward for a kiss. Her moist lips parted in supplication.
Her behavior knocked the stuffing out of Rod's plan to discipline his wife, but her costume put the starch back in his prick. He pecked her lips quickly then held her at arm's length. The aroma of food lingered in the air. "Do I smell dinner?" he asked.
Sally looked significantly toward the hard lump at his crotch. "Dinner's for later," she said. "I'm ready now." She shrugged her shoulders and the robe fell down her back.
The beige bra lifted her breasts with two planes that curved forward just to the base of each nipple. Her cleavage looked even deeper and more inviting than usual. The high pale rise of her bosom emphasized her narrow waist. Sally undulated smoothly and slid her hand to the top button of Rod's shirt.
Her g-string was a strip of cloth about three fingers wide with shiny ribbons sewn to the corners. It was the same beige as her bra, a tone that almost exactly matched her skin. The strip barely covered her pussy-fringe, but it was tight enough to show the rich, ripe contours of her labia. Even the smaller creases where her inner petals swelled showed lightly, and the ribbons at the sides made her hips look lushly inviting. She stopped Rod's fingers from helping with his shirt. "Come on into the bedroom, honey," she whispered. "Everythin's ready for you tonight." She took his hand and led him down the a hall.
"Lie down, Rod," she said, turning a dim light on. She closed the door and approached him slowly. "I want to make up for being so bad."
Rod lay on his back and let her undress him. Feathery fingers ran up the side of his prick when she took his pants down. He closed his eyes and leaned back. A sudden flood of sensuality hit him "OW!" he said, shocked by the response.
"Sorry," Sally husked. "I didn't mean to surprise you." She caressed his foot again, then ran her tongue between his toes.
Shivers ran up and down Rod's spine. The eerie lewdness of the act drew his balls up against the base of his prick. He pulled his foot away. "Come on, honey," he complained. "That tickles!"
Sally let go of his foot. She ran her soft hands slowly up his calf, and her mouth followed. Her luscious lips printed wet little kisses along his leg. She climbed onto the bed and faced his feet.
Her pussy was heating and moistening inside the tight silk barrier of her g-string. She aimed the inviting little bow at the top of her asscleft at Rod. She slowly backed toward him, staying on all fours. Sally kissed up the inside of each thigh. Her hair swung loose, caressing his skin. She carefully avoided touching his prick, even holding one hand alongside her face to keep her long hair off the shaft. She stared down at the rigid organ and drooled. Suddenly, swift as a scene-shift in a dream, she licked from the base of his cock to his prickhead.
Rod arched off the bed. The sudden lascivious tonguing sent a flash of heat along his nerves. He raised his hands and caressed her voluptuous ass-cheeks.
"Yes, baby," Sally hummed. "Oh, that feels so nice!" She lifted his prick delicately between two fingers and licked around his bush. She was deliberately tempting herself as much as she tempted her husband. The delay made her breasts ache delightfully, and her pussy grew swampier by the second. She shifted to move around his cock. Her breasts swayed, and the cutouts of the bra cups sawed sensation into her tits.
Rod squeezed and fondled her buttocks, delighting in the youthful firmness. Her flesh was springy, and he couldn't help thinking of what a pleasure it would be to spank her. He worked his fingers into and against the feminine fat and the plump muscles of her ass while her mouth roamed near his prick. With just a hint of pressure from his right hand, she spread her knees and straddled his head.
Sally quivered with anticipation. Her pussy was still pressed tight by her tantalizing g-string. The cloth was so thin that she felt the heat of Rod's breath against her labia. The two fingers she held around his prick started moving slowly up and down. She couldn't stop herself from jacking at Rod's prick when the warmth in her pussy was so near to boiling.
Sally felt the sides of his face touch her thighs. She moaned low. There was no helping it ... she touched her tongue to his prickhead.
Rod dragged her back and down. Sally felt the hungry imprint of his lips against her pussy. His hands shifted from her asscheeks to her thighs. She felt her hip-motions start the rolling, fluid sequence that led to orgasm. She ran her mouth down the side of his prick and started sucking at his sac.
The oily sweat and the coarse hairs contrasted like butter and sandpaper on her lips. Sally nibbled at his sac, rolling his nuts with the palm of one hand. She felt Rod start kissing the whole covered strip of her pussy. She ground her crotch down against his face and swallowed one ball.
Rod's hips moved back and forth. Sally concentrated on the testicle in her mouth, rolling it experimentally around with her tongue. It seemed to have a life of its own, rolling and floating. It was hard, almost as hard as Rod's prick, but the slight tension in Rod's thighs told her it was vulnerable. She turned her head and tried to suck his other testicle in.
Sally had to use her fingers and open her jaws wide. She bent around his prick like a question mark. She got both balls in her mouth. She slathered saliva over the mobile ovals and shoved her pussy against his face.
Rod was enjoying the radical novelty of Sally's nut sucking. It made his whole crotch tighten. He felt her warm spit loosening the skin of his sac, but his asscheeks and his prick tensed harder with every lewd motion of her lips and tongue. He had to stop nuzzling her cunt and roll his head back.
Sally sucked and licked those meaty eggs for all she was worth. Her lips pressed against the top of the sac. She inhaled, and the slippery skin filled her mouth. She was amazed and pleased by the response. Her throat took the long, spit-wet flat at the base of his scrotum and milked with a swallowing motion. Her tongue ran over, under, and almost slithered between his nuts. She reveled in the weird feelings the mouthful gave her pussy. Sally brought her hand to his knob and smeared pricklube across the end. She circled the shaft with her fingers and thumb and started jacking.
Rod loved it. He craned his neck again. All he could see was the paleness of her asscheeks and the puckery dot of her rectum. He pushed his hips up, and her nipples touched his belly. Sally's tits molded to him. Her mouth and hand aroused him. He moved toward her ass again.
Sally felt the first touches on her thighs. Rod's tongue traveled in an arc from the outside of her thigh to the base of her pussy, then mirrored the motion on the other side. Shivers ran through her. She moved her hips from left to right, inviting more tongue work.
But tongue work wasn't enough for Rod. He looked at the big, moon-pale mounds that filled his vision so excitingly. He opened his mouth wide. The creamy skin looked good enough to gnaw, to nibble, to assault with every part of his body. He sank his teeth into one cheek.
Sally nearly swallowed his balls. The sensitive skin of her ass flinched. She felt the distinct semicircles of his teeth, the suctioning of his lips, and the lapping of his tongue on one asscheek. Her nerves rebelled. It felt like he'd captured half her ass with one bite. She moaned and moved her ass in a lusty circle.
Rod moved his mouth to her other cheek. The sheer sensuous pleasure of biting her springy ass-flesh made more hot blood surge to his prick. He slid his face around on the ripe mound, biting and sucking.
Sally thought her pussy would go any second. After the first shock, she realized that the nerves in her asscheeks were every bit as sensual as the nerves in her tits. She groaned and jacked faster at this cock. Her whole ass was coming alive, chilling from drying saliva when he moved his lips away, heating from the action of his teeth and tongue when he latched onto the smooth skin.
Now his hands covered her ass as well. Sally felt him forcing her cheeks into big, bubbly soft masses and gnawing. Every nerve in the masses stood up and thrilled to the feelings. She pushed back against him. Her body roused so quickly that she had to let his balls dribble out her mouth. She gripped his prick in both fists and jacked at it. Sally rested the side of her face on his thigh and let him go on.
And he did go on, lasciviously arousing flesh that had never been tasted before. Sally's mind boggled at the pleasure in her asscheeks. Her pussy was dripping with fluid. The cream had wicked up her g-string until it chilled her clit. The whole silk scrap was soaked. For the first time in her life, she really wanted to be fucked from behind. Even while his mouth aroused all the tissues of her asscheeks, she imagined the scratch, hard-thrusting friction of Rod's belly on her ass. Sally muttered, "Please, Rod! Please, baby, fuck me!"
Rod was wound up in his ravishing of her ass. He wolfed at her buttocks. He dragged himself halfway out from under her body, finding more and more ass to bite. Sally's bottom quivered with excitement, and Rod watched every shimmy. Her hips swayed lewdly, and his hands guided more assflesh into his mouth. Circles showed where his suction and his teeth had brought seething blood to the surface of her skin. He climbed out from under her ass and ripped her g-string away.
Sally rested on her face and her knees. Her ass was high in the air, presented for Rod's pleasure. She moaned with the intensity of her lewd heat. Her hands had flashed instinctively to her crotch when Rod ripped her cuntal covering away, and they stayed to knead sensation into her cunt. Sally worked her clit, her labia, her vagina with both hands, and the squishy sounds of oozing cuntcream joined Rod's growls and her moans.
Rod's tongue suddenly slashed up her asscleft. It ran from the rim of her pussy to the top of her crack. Sally shivered. Her rectum puckered, then pooched out. Another long slide of Rod's tongue stroked across both holes.
Sally hissed at the odd pleasure. She felt a disturbing sensuality surfacing in her rectum. She wasn't sure she should be enjoying the quick slithering of Rod's tongue across her asshole.
Rod kept kneading her asscheeks. His thumbs dug into her asscleft, spreading the valley wider. Sally felt his fingers tighten, and a feeling of shame and lust mixed within her. She had a premonition of his purpose. She wanted to stop him, to wiggle away, but her pussy was simmering. Her asscheeks wanted to feel his hunching thrusts. "Please," she whispered, "Oh, god, please, baby!"
Rod lifted her ass a few inches. His thumbs dug into her asscheeks harder. Sally felt herself splitting open. Nothing happened for two heartbeats. Suddenly a warm, wet presence covered her. Rod's mouth pressed against her asshole.
Sally felt a combination of loathing and heat. The tight pink ring of her rectum quivered. She felt Rod's chin press against her cuntmouth, and a fresh gusher of fluid oozed over him.
The thick, muscular presence moved back and forth, up and down on her rectum. Sally felt the shivery sensations radiating out from the clenched sphincter. She loosened the little muscle slightly. With a last twinge of fear, she abandoned her asshole to his lascivious ministrations.
Rod felt the loosening of her muscles. He flicked his tongue back and forth on her asshole. The relaxed way Sally poked her ass up toward him meant she wouldn't resist anything now. His prick felt strong as a crowbar.
Sally felt Rod's mouth move off her asshole. She turned to look over her shoulder. He was smiling. He milked his prick for a moment.
Sally moved her hips. She knew this position made her look sexy. The wide-stretched cleavage of her ass showed the tuft of hair at the base of her pussy and the tight muscle of her rectum. Sally spread her knees a little further. She rolled her ass back and up. Half her cunt showed wet and warm under her asscleft.
Rod bent down again and applied his mouth to Sally's asshole. Sally dropped to her elbows. Her forehead hit the sheet. She vibrated with tension as Rod's tongue stimulated her rectum. She moved back and forth, stealing pussy-pushes from his chin, shoving her asscheeks back against his cheekbones.
A strange sensation flowed over her. The pink softness of her asshole was responding to Rod's tongue. Her anal crevice was coming to life, moving around, feeling lascivious sensations without her consent. Sally was half-shocked at her body's response, but she relaxed and let the feelings flow. The slow, unpressured loosening almost made her forget the steamy warmth of her pussy.
Rod inserted the tip of his tongue into her asshole. The soft, hot meat of her rectum was smooth as satin. Past the muscular trap of her sphincter the walls were even stretchier than her pussy-channel.
The meaty wedge of tongue pressed in further. Sally writhed against his face. She forced her bung to widen. She felt the strange sensation of Rod's tongue curving, exploring the yielding sides of her back passage. Rod's head turned from one side to the other. Sally gasped.
His pointed tongue was oval, much fatter from side to side than from top to bottom. When his head rolled around behind her, the spit-slimed muscles reamed her asshole wider. The newly awakened nerves flashed lewd heat to Sally's brain. She forced her rectum back further, spreading her asscheeks as far as she could.
Rod slobbered all over Sally's lush ass. Her rectum had to be truly juicy for what he had in mind. The little ring was already fluttering around his tongue. Rod was filled with a savage, horny strength. His wife had surrendered to the pleasures of his tongue in her asshole. The tart, slightly acrid taste of her channel meant that Sally's body had begun to secrete the strange lube that would help his prick when it was time to fuck into her ass.
Sally grunted. Rod's fingers slipped into her saliva-slicked asshole. She wanted to feel him fingering her pussy, but the strange sensation she felt in her ass would have to do. She felt Rod shift his weight around. Sally knew he was kneeling on the mattress. Sally tensed, afraid to think of Red's next action.
Rod's fingers searched up and down in her anal chute. He said, "There we go, hon, it's not so bad. It feels like you're starting to like it more."
Sally shivered. She realized Rod was right. She moved her ass back and forth, adding depth to the easy fingerings of her rectum. She let her chute relax under the gentle probing. "N-no, it ... it feels good, in a strange way," she stammered. Sally closed her eyes and tried to split herself away from the perverse pleasure she felt in her asshole. It was almost as if Rod were fingering someone else until his fingers forked down into her pussy.
Rod kneaded the swampy flesh, his thumb in one hole, two fingers in the other. The folds of Sally's pussy responded, and her cuntmouth opened and closed lustily. Sally felt the juice ooze from her pussy. She let the tension in her middle ease. The fingers in her pussy moved slowly and easily, convincing her that he wanted her to wind higher. Sally prepared herself for long, lascivious sex.
Rod moved closer to his wife's upraised ass. She moaned, ready for anything now. The fingers in her pussy and the thick thumb in her asshole had moved easily, stroking juices in and out of both holes. Sally shivered quickly when Rod pulled his fingers out of her cunt and slimed her asshole with pussy cream. She let her ass wind back out toward him. Sally moved her hips invitingly.
Rod leaned over Sally. His body gleamed with sweat. He pulled his thumb out of Sally's asshole and looked at the little opening.
Sally opened her eyes. The pleasant anal stimulation had stopped. She felt Rod lean over her. At last her pussy was going to feel his prick enter the well-greased passage. At last she could let her cuntwalls ripple along the length of his cock. She waited passively, eager for his prick. Sally let her breath out in a long sigh.
A wide, hot hardness pressed against her asshole. Fingers spread her cheeks further. Sally moaned, "No-ooo-oo!" She tried to tuck under, curling her spine to save her ass from her husband's prick.
Rod grimaced. Her asshole had slammed shut at the first touch of his cockhead. He slid his knees back on the sheet. Rod sought the right angle to slide his cock into Sally's asshole. He brought his hands closer to her rectum, ready to force the opening if necessary.
Sally felt the hard heaviness of Rod's thumbs spreading her asscheeks. The ends of his fingers dug into her buttocks. His thumbs planted themselves deeper inside her rectum. Sally's whole body shook. She clamped her asshole tight, so tight that his prick bent. Sally squeezed her eyelids shut. Tears leaked from her eyes.
Rod's prick pulled back. Rod spit in the palm of his hand and smeared the head of his iron-hard prick with saliva. "Take it in easy, honey," he said. "Push out ... don't fight it."
Sally nodded. She wanted to please him, wanted it so badly she could taste it. Besides, her pussy had been almost out of control with cunty excitement just a few seconds before. "Please, go slow." she begged. "I'll try to help!"
Sally worked her sphincter as if she were trying to force a huge turd out. She struggled to cooperate. The pink inner flesh of her asstube showed. She felt the broad head of Rod's cock nestling into her hole. Sally arched her back. She hoped she could ease the stretching pain by shifting the target.
Rod corkscrewed. The head of his prick forced itself tighter against Sally's asshole. She felt it gaining ground in her rectum fraction by fraction. Sally swiveled. His prick shifted. Around and around they went, easing tiny increments of prick into her asshole.
Sally blessed the stimulating motions of Rod's fingers on her pussy. The growing heat there made her assring slacken. A little at a time, more of Rod's rigid meat slipped into her ass.
Sally hurt. She thought Rod's cock would split her asshole wide open. Even though only the tip of Rod's cockhead had entered, her belly felt full. Those strangely pleasant new feelings still radiated from her ass, but the stretching pain at the center of her bottom almost overruled them.
With another swivel, another push, the rim of Rod's prick slipped into her asshole. He pushed it in another fraction of an inch. Sally moaned. Her sphincter clamped tight around the neck of his prick. The indentation just below his glans let her asshole close slightly, and Sally sighed with relief.
Sally let herself feel the tiny motions as Rod stroked back and forth in her ass. She felt the strange pleasures of sodomy rising up inside her. Even when more prick slipped past her rectum, even when her colon felt fuller and fuller, Sally found herself enjoying it. She pushed backward. Her ass invited Rod to push more of his thick, hard cock into her asshole.
"I thought you'd like it when we got started," Rod hummed. "That's nice ... I can feel you asking for more." He pushed the wider portion of his shaft through the tight gate of her asshole,
Sally felt her ass opening for it. He pulled back, and her asshole caressed his cock. Forward again it moved, and Sally felt more pleasure. Each stroke was a little deeper, and each stroke brought her a little more pleasure.
Rod's cock rolled around in her ass. Sally felt the walls of her colon push outward. She felt his hands return to the firm smoothness of her asscheeks. Sally moved back further.
Sally reveled in the slow, sensuous cock strokes. She'd never thought she would enjoy being ass-fucked, but now her body was loving it. The friction of Rod's cock on her asshole made cuntlips flutter around her clit. The tiny pleasure-button erected further, and the sensation grew.
Happy little flashes of feeling raced through her nerves. Sally slipped her hands down to her pussy and helped the stimulation along. Rod was rollicking in her ass now, speeding his strokes. He swiveled around, stimulating the side walls of her asschute, then pulled almost all the way out. Sally reveled in the suction that pulled at her gut. She ran her ass back toward him again. It was almost too pleasurable to be true.
Sally concentrated on the feeling in her asshole. She tried to work her bung around his cock, squeezing down like a rubbery fist, releasing the pressure again, then squeezing more. She let Rod pull her back toward his crotch. The tip of his prick went even deeper. All the recesses of her ass seemed to welcome the long, probing cockhead and the dry, almost furry friction of his meat against her rectum. Sally relished the difference between her juicy, squishing cunt and the drier mouth of her asshole, though most of the sensation of buggery concentrated at her rectum.
A warm feeling began to spread in Sally's loins. Sally purred and wiggled, trying to communicate the horny delight she felt. She was disappointed for an instant when Rod's hand left her ass, but it touched her nipple almost immediately. The titty-tip sprang up like a shot.
Sally gasped. The muffled groans of her pleasure drowned in the mattress. She pressed her face against the bed, afraid to even open her eyes. There was an excess of sensuality in her body, and she didn't want to admit it. Her entire body was hot, with buzzing flashes of sensation shooting from her tits to her cunt and from her asshole to her brain. Her whole crotch was inflamed with lusty feelings.
Rod's prick moved back and forth in her ass with long, lewd strokes. Sally arched her back. She presented her ass even more brazenly. The thick smell of her penetrated asshole filled the room, mingling with sweat and the ripe aroma of her aroused pussy. A vulgar, almost unbearable pleasure increased in her ass with every stroke of Rod's cock. A thick lump filled her throat. The long bar of cock filled her ass. Sally could hardly breathe. She was drowning in the perverse, revolting delight of being ass-fucked.
The shape and size of Rod's cock grew more impressive as her asshole responded. Sally knew exactly when the shaft would narrow on the backstroke, and precisely when the hard curve would force her ass open again. She felt his low-hanging, sweaty balls bob against her cunt-diddling fingers. Sally wanted to pull at them until his prick filled her guts to bursting.
The feeling kept growing inside her. Sally's fingers curved into claws. She dug at her pussy. Sally turned her head. Her cheek slid on the sheet. Rod gripped her hips tighter and thrust more severely into her asshole. Sally welcomed the bristly scratching of his cockbush on her ass.
Rod reached for her cunt. His fingers pressed her hand tighter against her mons. His fingertips dug into the indentation near her cuntmouth. Sally felt her asshole contract spastically around his pistoning prick. Icy heat blazed in her nerves. She grabbed his sac and forced his balls against her cuntflesh.
Sally's heart pounded. Her nostrils flared. She gasped for air. "Ahhhh! Ahhh-ahhh!" she begged. "Oh, my god, Rod! Please, soon, baby! Soon!" The pleasure and fear and sheer cunty heat in her loins made her cry out. She felt a strange, perverse orgasm growing inside her. The full-stuffed feeling in her asshole and the diddling fingers in her cunt were connected, echoing sensations off each other, increasing the load on her nerves. Sally begged.
Rod forced more prick into her ass. Deep inside Sally's asshole the gut kinked. His belly touched her asscheeks when his prick stopped. Sally shuddered with the pain of the too-deep thrust. She bobbed back and forth, milking at his prick and at her own fingers with both holes. Sally felt Rod grab a whole handful of her snatch. He squeezed and twisted the flesh. Her asshole went into spasms around his cock.
Sally's whole body exploded. She wallowed in the greasy sensations of her splitting asshole. Her loins blew up. Her asshole gripped at Rod's prick. She all but ripped it from his belly.
"Oww, god damn!" Rod grunted. "Yeah, fuck on me, baby, buck and fuck and suck my balls in!" His prick fought against her clenching ass like a bull's horn. He rotated and reamed, swiveled and stabbed. He planted his cock deep and took pistoning, powerful strokes. Rod fought to unload his come in her asshole, and Sally fought to take it.
Her asshole worked around his cock in a frenzy. Every time his cock stabbed into her, Sally opened and shut on it. She felt a last long stroke and knew it was time.
A pulse of power traveled up his dicktube. Sally squirmed with ecstasy. The burst of come spewed into her ass like boiling gravy. She felt her ass guts tearing open. He bucked deeper. She cried out.
Again and again Rod jolted forward. His belly slapped upon her ass with each pistoning jab of his cock. Every spurt of semen jerked his hips forward. Every jerk plowed more prick into her ass.
Sally screamed. Her clinging asshole sucked his balls dry. She dragged the clasp of her rectum up and down his prick, stripping sensation into his meat. She raped back and forth on his cock until he fell heavily onto her arching back.
Sally kept going off. She didn't care that Rod had stopped fingering her cunt and fucking her asshole. Her rectum and her vagina fluttered uncontrollably. The raw power of her orgasm ripped through her for long minutes before it began to taper off.
Slowly, gradually, her asshole clamped less tightly. Her writhing tossed them both less violently. Sally's feelings faded. She couldn't even move until the sickening suction in her ass told her Rod was pulling out. With a pop, his prick squeezed out again, and Sally rolled onto her back.
Rod knelt above her. Sally tried to speak. Her lips moved. No words came. Rod stared, nodded, and fell on his back beside her, exhausted.
Chapter Six
When the office closed the next day Sally was still mad. She could hardly see to fill in appointments ... when she tried to line out a cancellation, her pencil ripped the paper.
That sonofabitch! Why did I marry that bastard? The least he could have done was turn down that mini-camera job! I'll be damned if I'm going to sit still for him riding around all evening with that Linda Wilde! All tits and hairdos and big blue eyes ... not a brain in her head. He said himself they only hired her to push the ratings! She sure has the bumpers for a lot of pushing!
Sally didn't look up when Randy left. She barely noticed Ginny's exit. The female psychiatrist stopped with her hand on the doorknob. She shrugged when Sally glared up at her. "Well, if you don't want to talk about it ... " Ginny said, then turned and left.
Sally stabbed her pencil through the appointment book again. Yeah, I'll talk about it! I'll talk plenty ... to Ward. She checked the phones to make sure the senior headshrinker wasn't counseling a patient or closing a real-estate deal, then marched down the hall to his office. Sally tapped on the door and went in.
Doctor Nichols was staring into space, his pipe clenched in his mouth like a poor imitation of Mark Trail. "Ihrs? Rhut ish ihh, Shally?" he mumbled around the stem.
Sally translated automatically. "Do you have a minute, Doctor? I ... ah, I wanted to talk."
Ward took the pipe out of his mouth and rubbed his square, strong chin with the back of one hand. "All right. What seems to be the problem?"
Sally started slowly, stumbling and stammering, still standing near the doorway. After a few sentences, her words tumbled out ... all the fears about losing Rod, all the anger at his new work assignment, and her jealousy of Linda Wilde. Sally found herself starting to ramble. She cut off the stream of words, then summed up," ... and we were just starting to make some real headway ... I mean maritally, of course ... when Rod told me about this new duty. I just don't know how to fight it, Doctor, I really don't!"
Ward Nichols looked seriously at Sally. His sincere Anglo-Saxon face knitted in concern. He pointed toward her with the pipe stem, nodding like the philosopher he thought he should be. "Insecurity is extremely prevalent today." He paused significantly. "You obviously feel threatened. Your emotional equilibrium is at risk. This is a challenge to your usefulness as a marriage partner, and your attractiveness as a ... woman!"
"But what can I do, Doctor?" Sally asked weakly. "The only time I have with Rod is from midnight until eight, and we're usually sleeping most of those hours! He'll be spending more time with this Wilde woman than with me!"
"This does not have to be a threat to your well-being," Ward said knowledgeably. "You must convince yourself that you are an attractive woman. You must realize that although your assets are different than this wild woman, as you so quaintly phrase her, they are nonetheless real. You say she is ... 'busty' ... you are certainly attractive enough in that department." Ward shifted in his swivel chair. He looked away and spoke to the wall. "I've seen her on television, and I've always thought you were much more ... enticing, to my tastes."
Sally wasn't sure if his ears were reddening or if it was the light. She stepped all the way into the office and closed the door. Sally moved halfway to the desk and the little pool of light that held the middle-aged psychiatrist. "Always thought?" she asked softly. Sally undulated sensuously and leaned over the end of the desk.
Ward's eyes were as pleading as a scolded puppy's. "Yes, always! I ... ever since you started working for us, I've wanted you!" He looked down. The open throat of her blouse assaulted his eyes. He looked at her face again, then his glance skidded away.
"Oh, Doctor Nichols! I should have noticed ... I never meant to ... to be a problem for you," Sally said sympathetically. "I thought you only saw me as an employee ... as an office fixture!" A little glow of prideful assurance started in her breasts. "It must have been dreadfully hard for you." She leaned further and touched his hand.
Ward dropped his pipe and grabbed her. His mouth met hers hungrily, clumsily, passionately. He pulled Sally half off her feet. His arms went around her waist and shoulders.
Sally found herself kissing him back. Her mouth opened for the blunt, fast thrusts of his tongue. The heavy taste of his bitter tobacco stung her mouth. Her pussy fluttered at the sudden onslaught of Ward's lust. She felt that strange melting sensation start at the middle of her body. All her insides turned to warm soup.
Ward's hands moved over her back, sliding up and down, finding the band of her bra, tugging at the straps. He was half-standing behind the dark-oak desk, bent as if to shield his balls from a kneed rejection. He stumbled out from behind the desk and clutched her tighter.
Sally moved up against him. Her pussy rubbed the bulge of his lengthening prick. She felt the puffy tingle starting in her cuntlips. She rolled her hips from side to side, hoping to free the down-pointing mass of his erection. She could feel the shape, even the flare of the head. The hard heat of Ward's prick pressed right through her short, thin skirt and her tiny panties. She pulled her mouth away from his and gasped, "Please, it's time for me to go home!"
"But you don't want to go home," Ward said, panting. "You have a problem to resolve; I can help." He ran his hand across the rich swell of Sally's breasts.
Sally's nipples popped up, poking like twin marbles through her thin bra and the clingy fabric of her blouse. She pulled her shoulders back. Her voluptuous bosom pressed forward against the doctor's hand. The problem of her dripping-hot pussy was the closest thing to her mind, but the resolution of the throbbing ache in her tits ran a close second. Sally threw the tattered remnant of her scruples from her conscience. She put her hands over Ward's and guided his fingers and palms across her nipples.
The gratifying buzzing of the hot tips traced courses of electric heat up and down her spine. Sally let him move his hands wherever he wanted. She reached down and forward, seeking the hot length of his prick.
Sally rubbed the cloth-shrouded organ fervently. Her hands made love to his cock through his pants. She felt a morass of swampy fluid seeping from her vagina to coat the crotch of her panties. Sally tried to open Ward's zipper.
"Here ... lean back," Ward said. His hand shook. He cleared papers from the desk. He fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Sally turned and moved up onto the flat wooden top. Her skirt slid up to show the soaked crotch of her panties.
Sally couldn't wait for Ward. The heat in her loins made her move her hips in a hungry coital roll. She slipped her panties halfway up her thighs, baring the curly brown of her cunthairs.
"Yes, your breasts," Ward mumbled, "those fantastic breasts, Sally!" His face was flushed. Sweat ran over his collar. He yanked his tie open. "Please let me see them," he begged.
Sally smiled lasciviously, running her tongue across her glossy lips. She slowly slithered out of her blouse, raising her shoulders just far enough to whip the thin print out from under herself. She stared up at the undressing headshrinker. Her expression was as hot and ready as any Cosmo cover girl, but real, alive, and vibrant. Her hips kept rolling in that steady lustful motion. She undid her skirt and pushed it and her panties away. The way Ward's eyes stayed on her opaque beige bra told Sally that the throbbing in his cock was directed at her breasts. She deliberately tempted him, rising on one elbow to unhook the bandeau. She held the cups over her bosom with one hand and slipped out of the shoulder straps.
Ward was already stripped to his calf-length socks. He milked his prick and watched her slow strip. Sally caught sight of the long, thinnish organ and her pussy heated further. She imagined the depth it could reach in her pussy, the way the long shaft could shove the head down her throat. Sally moaned with delicious shivers of anticipation. Her lips were wet with saliva just from imagining the feel of that long, stiff fuck-pole. Almost shyly, she pulled the cups away from her breasts. Her forearm still covered the high, firm hillocks. She concealed her nipples and the rich brown-pink of the aureoles from him as long as she could, then slipped her arm away.
Ward's eyes opened wider, then half-closed in ecstasy. Her pale breasts tingled as if his stare were a lewd caress. Sally arched her back and stretched her arms over her head, making the voluptuous mounds rise on her chest.
Her nipples were so hard they hurt. The sensitive nerves at the gorged tips made her nipples feel three inches long. Sally drew her arms to her sides, moving as fluidly as an awakening leopard.
Her breasts parted slightly, showing the deep valley between. The sides of her cleavage were glossy in the light. They had filmed with a slight sheen of lusty sweat. Sally pressed her upper arms against the outsides of her tits, and the cleavage grew tighter and deeper. Ward leaned over her and took one nipple in his mouth.
The unskilled clumsiness of his first kiss had disappeared. Tremors of icy warmth quivered through Sally's whole body.
Ward began to make love to her nipple. He ran the flat of his tongue around and around the crinkling rim of her aureole, then quickly skidded the very tip of his meaty wedge of tongue-muscle across the blunt end of her titty-tip. He closed his teeth gently on the sides of the rubbery spike. Sally thought her nipple would burst. The sensation sent a rush of simmering blood down to her clit. Suddenly her pussy seemed to have swelled to three times its usual size. The mouth of her vagina kissed wetly at the air.
Ward obviously loved her breasts. He'd been hungry for her luscious tits for a long time. His right hand came up to her left breast, squeezing, touching, investigating her nipple and all the opulence of the firm flesh around it. Sally felt the touches forcing her titty to respond. She moved her whole body in a sensuous ripple. The intimate feel of his lips, his fingers, and his tongue on her bosom made her feel delightfully boneless, as if all of her body could wrap around him until she'd swallowed every bit of the doctor's body.
Ward growled, seizing the tip of her nipple in his teeth. He pulled it out, away from the rich surface of her tit, then let it snap back. The recoil sent a series of vibrations through both of her tits, and Sally felt her pussy gush more bubbling fluid. She would float away on her cream if Ward didn't do something to her pussy soon.
But the psychiatrist was totally involved with her tits. He switched from the one he'd been sucking to the other. Sally looked down. Beside the top of his head, the first nipple was almost blood-red. He had scarcely even sucked, tonguing and nibbling instead, but the blood had raced to the sensitive button in an eager flood.
He lingered even longer on her other breast. The first approaches seemed tentative, but Sally realized they were intentionally tantalizing. He rimmed her aureole with his mouth, pressing his lips against the sensitive border of her corona. His mouth opened wider. Both his hands circled her titty. Ward pressed the flesh into a huge blunt cone, stretching the rim of her nipple until the pleasure was intense enough to hurt.
Sally squirmed. The desk under her ass was wet with the rushing overflow from her vagina. She felt a strange, unknown fullness building up inside her. It contrasted weirdly with the empty, air-sucking hunger in her pussy. It reminded her of the feeling she'd had when Rod nuzzled and bit her ass, but it was even more sensuous. She moaned, then forced words out. "Please, Ward, please, do something ... do ANYTHING!" she groaned.
Ward growled onto her tits. He hadn't touched the tip of her nipple at all yet. The tightness of her skin made Sally sure that her whole breast would explode. She writhed with pure lust, sliding her hips around in the little puddle of cuntjuice that had gathered on the desk.
A slobbering touch of Ward's wet tongue against the squared-off end of her nipple made every muscle in her body contract. The pressure all around Sally's tit made the whole globe feel like a single mass of erogenous sensation. She moved, and the skin and tissues at the base of her breast stretched. More erotic sensation flooded her. Her whole body seemed like nothing but soupy, melting cuntflesh and aroused bosom. Sally was too hot even to beg, and Ward kept on arousing her.
Her nipple vibrated to the slow, lascivious touches of his tongue. Ward went skillfully around the base of the blunt spike, then caressed around the sides. His tongue rotated again and again, bending the responsive little tower in every direction. The nerves at the very tip cried out for more stimulation, but his rotating tongue denied it. He went back to licking her aureole, and Sally moaned. She didn't know how long she could stay passive while his mouth teased her tits.
Ward let some of her breast slip out of his mouth. Sally wanted to cry. Even the ongoing torture of suspense was better than no kissing at all. She felt his hands loosening on her breast, and a sense of loss swept over her. It was like seeing a favorite toy fall into a bottomless pit.
His hands circled the base of each breast, forcing the massive mound together. Sally felt his mouth move, and a thrill went through her. She sensed the change an instant before his suctioning mouth applied it. With a shock of recognition, she felt Ward's mouth capture both of her nipples simultaneously.
Sally blubbered with pleasure. She rolled her pelvis. Her feet moved. Her legs tried to wrap around air. The incredible sensuality of having both nipples sucked sent skyrockets along her nerves.
With a flash like the arc of a falling power line, a thrill shot through her. Sally couldn't even recognize the ecstatic feeling until Ward repeated it. His tongue flashed between her nipples again, slicking across the nerves like a razor. The doubled chill of the touch was obscenely erotic. Sally bucked. Her hips were clear off the desk top. She felt an orgasm sneaking up on her, growing outward from her fantastically stimulated breasts. Before she realized it, her hands went for his prick. "Please, goddammit, put it into me! I gotta have it!" Sally hissed. "I gotta have your cock, Ward!"
Ward sucked on. He gnawed the sides of both nipples. He licked and sucked. He bit down until the pain almost matched the erotic pleasure in her tits. Even her begging wouldn't stop him. He lavished voluptuous lip work on her nipples. He raped the tips with his tongue. His teeth rolled the sensuous sides to and fro. Ward gripped both nipples in his teeth and pulled back until the skin of her tits stretched to the utmost. Sally felt herself teetering on the edge of a weird, non-cunt orgasm. She grabbed for him and dug her fingers into his skin.
"Yes, now!" Ward growled. He let go of her breasts for just a moment, then stood staring down at the opulent warmth of her saliva-slicked mounds. He stared for nearly a minute, and Sally's body screamed for her to grab him, force his prick into her cunt, drag his balls up against her ass. With a groan of fulfilled delight, he shoved his face into her cleavage and burrowed against her tits.
Sally thought her tits would burst from the horny ache in the tissues. She pulled his head tighter against her skin. His hands molded her tits against the sides of his face. He was smothering himself in her tits, drowning in the copious wealth of femaleness. Ward's voice was muffled by her flesh, but he wailed and grunted with sheer passionate joy. Any man would've loved to die in the midst of tits like Sally's.
With a caveman grunt, Ward pulled himself away from her bosom. He climbed onto the desk. For an instant, Sally thought he was going to fall onto her belly and thrust his long prick into her cunt. She was wrong.
Ward hunched into a fetal position and ground his prick against her breasts. His long cock fell into her cleavage. He grabbed her tits again and pressed them around his cock. Sally looked down at the angry purple head of his prick. The knob almost disappeared between her tits. Sally wanted to die.
The pleasure was too much for her. Sally wanted to black out, to come until her nerves all failed, but it was no use. She had to put up with the increasing heat between her tits and the lusty boiling of cunt-juice in her crotch. She moaned and gasped, feeling the doctor's motions accelerate between her tits. Sally didn't know what to do. She was right on the edge of her come, and she couldn't get his prick into her cunt.
It didn't matter. The long, strong thrusts of Ward's prick moved the masses of her breasts. Sally found that the feeling was like the roll of her ass-cheeks on a mattress, or the fluid motions of her cuntflesh around Rod's cock. She brought her hands up and gripped his asscheeks. With shock, she knew this could make her pussy go off ... could make her whole body go off!
Sally muttered encouragement. Ward stroked faster. She held him tight. The mounting heat of cockfriction between her tits made her nipples stand as high as when he'd sucked them. The tips scraped back and forth across his hairy belly. Sally tried to roll her shoulders sideways. Ward groaned with gratifying pleasure.
Sally knew the recipe now. She twisted her spine. Her breasts milked at his prick. She stared down at the single blind eye of his cockhead. Every time it reappeared it looked wider, angrier, readier to spew jism at her. She stuck out her tongue and tried to touch it.
The excitement of straining for his knob added to the heat in her pussy and the bizarre sensation between her tits. Sally gathered up spit. She blew a gob of foaming saliva at his cockhead. She watched it stick, then disappear to grease her cleavage. Sally felt the wings of his cockhead flare wider, enjoying the slick center of her bosom more fully. She twisted faster, moving her shoulders with every sliding stroke of his prick.
Ward's foot slipped between her thighs. Sally squirmed down against it. Her dripping cunt touched the top of his instep. She felt the pressure against her cuntlips. The fuzzy fluff on her pussy caught between his toes. Her labia dragged back and forth on her clit. She knew her body was about to go.
But when would Ward? Sally agonized, trying to hold off, trying to speed his come. She begged, "Please, Ward, please! Drown me, shoot your stuff, shoot it all over me! I gotta feel it! I have to feel you shoot! God, I need it, Ward!"
Ward hunched harder. His prick touched her lips on every third or fourth stroke. Sally craned her neck. She wanted to kiss the tip, Sally knew that she could drink his semen if her tongue just touched his knob. She strained down and forward. She curled her spine. She tried to force her pussy harder against his foot.
The rubbing in her crotch was building another sensation. Sally felt the familiar glow of a cuntal orgasm growing. She gouged her fingers into his ass. Sally crossed her arms on his hips. Her wrists passed over his asscrack. She slid her hands up and down, smearing the hot sweat all over Ward's ass.
Her own body was dripping with sweat. Spit greased her tits. Sweat made her belly slippery. Cuntjuice trailed down across her asshole, puddling on the desk. Sally could hear her cunt squishing against his foot. Her breasts were red, wet, and noisy, sloshing with the mixture of saliva and perspiration. She rolled in a frenzy, urging him on.
Sally wanted nothing more than to feel that first spurt of come against her face. She stared down. His cockhead was a blur. The head had turned violet with the heat and friction and the tension of his rock-hard ass. She slid her hands over his buttocks. The strange doubled feeling of two lewd zones ready to make her come reminded her of something. Sally hesitated, holding her hands absolutely still for a moment. She stopped hunching against him, stopped twisting her shoulders.
Yes! Sally thought. She dragged her hands across his ass. Her middle finger found the crack of Ward's ass. She pulled it through the nest of coarse hair. There was a tight, pulsing muscle. With a grimace of need and hunger, Sally jammed her fingertip into his asshole.
Ward screamed shrilly and fucked away. His pistoning hunches jabbed his cock against her lips. Sally had to straighten her head, afraid her teeth would batter right through his cockhead. She twisted her finger in his ass, and the cloying feeling of his shitter made her pussy start going off.
Her whole body was a mass of sensation. Her cunt was rippling, closing and winking open again. Her tits were on fire, a fire that set all her nerves alight. The full, rounded feelings of complete orgasm swept over her even as she probed his ass.
Deeper and deeper she fingered. A hard, walnut-sized lump against the front of his asshole rubbed on her finger. Sally poked it, and he gasped. Encouraged, she put all the clenching, spasmodic power of her orgasm behind poking his prostate again.
The whole length of his cock trembled. Sally felt the vibration from her fingertip to her tits. She massaged the knot, and a pulse traveled along his shaft. She stuffed another finger into his asshole.
Ward bucked like a goat. He thrust his prick almost up to her chin. It was all Sally could do to keep her finger in his ass. She strained to knead his gland, and a fountain of semen gushed against her chin.
A huge relief swept over her. Sally looked down again. She opened her mouth wide. A second jet of spunk splashed against her mouth. Her tongue flew out and captured it. She let her double orgasm take over.
Sally rolled and twisted under Ward like a greased eel. Her whole body felt wet and hot as a full cunt. She gulped his seed, twisting her head, flicking her tongue, straining for every drop. She held him closer and watched. The flood slowed to a trickle.
The disappointment as the spurts faded didn't matter. Sally wanted more, but she contented herself with licking her lips. The stamina of Ward's prick surprised her. He went on and on, even after the last dribble of pollen-smelling come had rubbed into her tits. Sally relaxed and let the waves of her orgasm carry them both. The desk top just then was better than the softest, sweetest-perfumed bed in the world.
Ward climbed off. He fell back into his chair. Sally let her head fall to the side. She looked at him and smiled.
Ward nodded. "Years," he panted. "It's been years and years." His mouth opened again.
Sally brought her hands to her breasts. She found a few scattered drops of Ward's semen and rubbed them into her soft, prick-reddened skin. "You don't have to talk," she whispered. "Just tell me when you want me to stay late again."
Ward blushed, then smiled wider. Sally let her eyes close contentedly. "God, I was tense," she whispered, and relaxed completely.
Chapter Seven
Sally closed the front door quietly behind her. Cats clustered around her ankles, tails waving like so many fur-covered flagpoles. "Guys! Oh, poor guys, stuck here in the dark, running around, bumping into each other!" She flicked the light switch on, and swung her purse toward the sofa.
"Where the fuck have you been?" Rod growled. "You're damn near two hours late!"
Sally let her purse fly off her fingertips. She froze, then recovered. "What the hell do you mean? Why aren't you at work? She stalked into the living room and confronted her husband.
Rod stood up. "I'm taking an hour out for lunch, darling," he said. "What are you taking your hour out for? It sure as shit isn't for these animals."
Sally immediately felt defensive. "Yeah? What did you do today, lay around and sleep? And how'd you get home? I don't see your car!"
A strange look of smug calm came over Rod's face. "Keep going, Sally. One more word and I'll spank the shit out of you."
"Hah! Big brave man! I bet you wouldn't lay a finger on your reporter sweetie, Linda!"
"Okay." Rod's tone was casual. He moved quickly, but without hurrying. His hand went around Sally's wrist.
"You let go of me, you bastard! I said let go!" Sally's voice rose to a shrill soprano. "Take your hands off of me!"
Rod shoved the outside of one foot toward her ankles and sat back. Sally stumbled toward him. He pulled her wrist up and back, and Sally fell across his lap. She kicked her feet helplessly. Sally tried to twist away.
Rod grabbed her other wrist. His right hand flipped her short skirt up, then pulled her bikini panties down. He stabbed his fingers across the indentation at the base of her cuntmound. "Your snatch's still hot. Who you been teasin'?"
"It's none of your goddamn business! You don't own me, you sonofabitch!" Linda clamped her thighs around his hand.
"I'm not sure I'd want to." Rod surveyed the ample swell of his wife's upturned ass. He pulled his fingers away from her pussy and wound up. With a crack like a pistol shot, he brought his palm down on her ass.
"OWWWW! Damn you!" Sally squealed. She tried again to shimmy free.
"You're an uncivilized, discourteous, hot-assed bitch," Rod said, emphasizing syllables with swats of his strong right hand. "I don't have to put up with a whole bunch of your shit?' He stopped for a moment and shook her wrist like a terrier shaking a rat. "Understand?"
"I swear, Rod, if you don't let go of me, I'll- OWW! Oww! Dammit!" Sally screamed.
Rod smiled, his lips drawn thin with pleased power. "I should've started this years ago." He slapped his hand down on her right cheek. A starfished print of his fingers flared. He slapped her left cheek, then each thigh quickly.
"Let go! Let go-oo-oo!" Sally moaned. Her whole body jerked convulsively with each slap. "Please! I'll tell you where I was."
"I don't care where you were." Rod spanked her with growing enthusiasm. "And you won't care when I'm done. You'll learn to come home after work and wait for me." He applied his hand vigorously in a fast flurrying series of swats that made her whole bottom blush. Her ass felt hot to the touch before he paused again.
"All right, all right! I'll come home ... I'll come straight home!" Sally wailed. "Stop hitting me, Rod! Let me up! I have to feed the cats!"
"Beat you to it." Rod jerked her arm as she started to writhe in his grip. "Stop it!" He whistled between his teeth as he looked at her blushing buttocks. "And I fed the dogs."
Whack! His hand smashed down again. Rod stared at the stain of white and the deeper blush that followed it. His prick pressed up against Sally's belly. His smile widened as his feeling of power increased.
Whack! "Oww! I'm a lousy wife! Is that what you want to hear?" Sally sobbed. "I admit it!"
Rod ignored her protests. His next slap was softer. The heat of her buttocks made his prick even harder. He spanked the tops of her thighs again, two quick slaps on each leg.
"I'll do better! I'll do anything! Let me up!" Sally whimpered. "I promise, Rod, anything you say!"
Rod entertained the possibilities for a moment. He imagined a house without cat shit, a morning of sleep without barking dogs, and an evening with dinner that didn't come from a box. Whack! Whack! WHACK WHACK!! His hand swatted down, spread fingers covering almost every inch of her blistered butt. He suddenly let go of her wrist. "No big thing, Sally, just do your half of the housework."
Sally skipped away, holding her hands over her scalded asscheeks. "You bastard!" Her eyes were brimful of tears. "That's no way to get anything but a divorce! I oughta call the cops right now!" Her mouth was tense, and her lips poked forward in a pout. She glared at Rod, and, keeping her eyes on him, moved toward the telephone.
Rod sprang across the room. In a flash, Sally was bent across his knees again. He swept her hands under his thigh and started laying spanks onto her ass with both hands.
"No! OWW! Oh, AUGHH! MURDER! FIRE! RAPE!!" Sally screamed. "YOU'RE KILLING ME, YOU ROTTEN BASTARD!!" She kicked her feet until her shoes flew off. One hit a lamp, and it crashed to the floor. The half-dozen cats that had started to come back into the room scattered.
Rod laid into her asscheeks with a vengeance. "I knew it was too soon! I shouldn't have trusted your ass as far as I can heave it!" He beat a furious tattoo on her asscheeks. The sounds of his spanks sounded like a meaty drum-roll. His palms were hot as the fiery blush of her ass.
The big dogs outside started barking. The small dogs howled. Sally wailed like a tortured banshee. Her throat was raw, as raw as the base of her pussylips and the globes of her bottom. "FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!! FI-IRE!" she yelled. "I'LL KILL YOU, RODNEY! I'LL CUT YOUR BALLS OFF!!" She kicked until the carpet bruised her toes. She dug her fingers into his thigh. Sally tried to pinch Rod.
Rod stopped his left-hand strokes and pushed her face into the sofa cushion. The constant, throat-rasping screams stopped. He kept beating her cheeks with his right hand until her shouts turned to bitter sobs. "Now do you want to give me more bullshit? Now do you want to fuck with me?" he raged.
Sally let herself dangle over his lap. She felt as limp as a stringless puppet. She shook her head. Sally sniffled. "No, I won't ... won't call the police." She spoke as if every word was as hard to pull as a wisdom tooth. "I was wrong. I-I'm sorry, honey."
Rod let her up slowly. He took her wrist in his hand again. "You're sure?" Rod turned her over, sweeping his eyes from her pussy to her breasts and finally to her tear-streaked face. Looking at Sally's disheveled state made the rigid power in his crotch throb even harder. Every bit of her body was submissive. It was the first time in a long time.
Sally looked shyly at her husband. A tremble of fear fluttered in the center of her belly. "Yes, I'm sure." She looked at the lump she'd felt against her abdomen, then slowly reached for it. The heat at the tops of her thighs and all over the globes of her ass was spreading like a brush fire to her pussy. A trickle of warmth oozed from her vagina. "I'm very sure. I ... would like to ... make up with you, Rod." Sally started unbuttoning her blouse. She was sorely tempted to rub her stinging bottom, but Sally didn't want that blaze of heat to ease the least bit.
Her breasts sprang free when she unhitched the back of her bra. The proud smile on Rod's face made her want to drop to her knees in front of him. Sally stood shaking in front of him, dressed only in her short skirt. She made an extremely erotic picture as she slipped the waist of her skirt open and slid the garment down over her wide hips. The whole bushy ridge of hair at the center of her muff was already dripping wet in sensual anticipation. Sally stepped forward until her nipples brushed against Rod's shirt. She started undoing his fly.
Every second she was afraid he would start spanking her again. Sally worked slowly, carefully. She wanted to do everything right. She didn't want Rod to have any excuse for spanking her raw bottom again.
"That's right, Sally," Rod said softly. "Just take them down easy. You have a lot of making up to do." Sally watched his face and worked his belt loose.
She was shaking inside from the combination of fear and horniness she felt. Sally's ass still burned, but the pain was almost pleasant now ... as long as Rod didn't slap her cheeks again. After a long, careful effort, she got his pants loosened enough to drop to his ankles, then pulled his shorts past the up jutting knob of his erect prick.
Sally took the time to look down and really notice Rod's tool. It had been a long, sedate time since she'd done anything but take his cock for granted. Now the details flooded back to her. It was still the same thick, broad-headed organ it had been at first. Sally wondered why she'd even tried the others. She ran her palm lightly up the side. Her fingertips caressed the ridge of his corona. A thrill went from her fingertip to her clit. "I want you very much," she said simply. "I really want you."
Sally felt the truth of the statement from the pit of "her cunt to the tips of her toes. Every cell in her body cried out to feel Rod's touch. Even his fingers would have been enough to make her grovel right then. She sank to her knees and started kissing the knob.
"Huhuh," Rod said. He sat cross-legged on the floor. "C'mere."
Sally took a deep breath. She carefully spread her legs and sat down onto his cock. Her cuntmouth seemed to find it automatically, without thought or effort. Sally's pussy was so wet that Rod's prick-head slipped past her sphincter almost before she knew it. Her asscheeks settled down onto his hairy legs, and the scratchiness inflamed her skin. She sighed deeply.
"Yes, that's nice," Rod said. He leaned back on his hands and watched the expressions change on her face. Sally rode up and down on his prick.
Sally's eyes opened wider as she pushed herself upward. The base of Rod's belly pressed against her cuntlips as she started the stroke, and her clitty protested the releasing pressure. Her womb felt the tip of his prick skid down and away. A dreadful suction started 'way up inside her. Sally was glad to settle down onto his prick again.
Up and down, taking and releasing his prick, Sally moved. Her inflamed ass stimulated her to add a little sideways motion that set his knob to stretching the sides of her cuntwalls. "Oh, baby," she whispered, "Oh, I feel it! I think I might ... "
Sally's mouth went wide. The feeling mounted so rapidly inside her that she didn't have time to finish her sentence. With a jerk of her hips, she snapped down onto his cock and a ripple went along the inside of her pussytube.
Sally leaned back. She barely caught herself on her hands. Her breasts rolled sensuously on her chest. She ground her clit against Rod's pubic bone, smearing the goo from her vagina all over the front of her husband's fuckzone. She rolled her hips in a lewd undulation.
Another pulse traveled outward from her pussy. The electric feeling sent chills up her spine and down her limbs. Every cell in her arms, every nerve in her legs responded to the feeling. It was such a welcome contrast to being spanked that Sally didn't think she could stand it. "OOH, ooh, Rod!" she cooed, "I ... it's, oh, Jesus!" She threw herself forward.
Sally's arms wrapped around his neck. Her tits mashed against his chest. She slid her pussy up and down on his belly, adding the scratchy thrill of his cockbush on her clit to the lewd chills of her orgasm. Sally squirmed lustily for long seconds. When the racing thrills finally slowed, she stared at Rod with sparks in her eyes.
"So quick," she tried to explain. "You shouldn't have spanked me! I'm starting too fast!" Sally shook her head in delighted surprise.
Rod grinned. Sally could almost see the pussyfeathers in his teeth. She rested for two or three heartbeats and started climbing up and down his prick again.
The warm residue of feeling from her first little come made her pussy feel even more sensitive. Rod's hips moved slightly, adding to the good-good sensations of her funslit. Sally stayed back on her arms, riding happily up and down. The moving bulge of Rod's prick appeared and disappeared, pressing her belly forward, then receding again. Sally put the palm of her hand over it, and moaned.
The nerves of her stomach felt the knob even more strongly when she rubbed his cockhead. Sally settled all the way down and moved her hand in a series of short, fast circles. Millions of little sparks shot from her palm to her clitty, and she bounced. Her asscheeks slapped against Rod's legs and she began to moan.
"Ro-od, oh, baby, it's starting again!" she warned, and Sally started going off. She jiggled and swiveled, moving her ball-bearing hips in six directions at once. She was fucking like a greased mongoose, slithering and swiveling and squishing cuntjuice all over Rod's crotch. Sally couldn't have stopped her accelerating motions if she'd wanted to. Her whole body seemed boneless, as if she were nothing but soft female skin and sloshing-wet cuntflesh. The prick stuck so deeply in the center of her body was the only thing that held her together. The clasping contractions of her pussy around Rod's cock barely kept her from exploding all over the room.
This one was stronger, and the pulses seemed to come closer together. Sally gyrated lustily, milking sensation from his prick. She rotated her hips in a dozen ways, stretching her cuntsleeve around his cock, mashing her labia against his pubes, grinding her clit against his belly. Sally was in heaven, full of cock and oozing a river of juice around the hard heat of her husband's harpoon.
Sally moaned as the feelings faded ... the feelings of sweet warm orgasm. The rich stiffness of Rod's cock didn't fade at all. It seemed to be growing stronger, longer, harder by the second. Sally tried to rest, but her body wouldn't stop moving. She felt little ripples moving all through her. She was in a state of constant, low-level orgasm all the time now. Sally rocked back and forth. She decided to make the most of it.
Her cuntlips felt like an opening flower. The base of Rod's shaft was swelling, growing thicker in relation to the tightening band of her cuntal sphincter. Sally could only stare at her husband's amused face, trying to communicate her overwhelming feelings with her eyes. She watched him nod happily, and her mind reached out along with her body.
Sally hadn't felt so intimate with Rod in years. She felt their flesh merging. She could no longer tell where his cock stopped and where her cunt began. There was a swiveling wet universe of sliding flesh between her legs, and it extended halfway to her lungs. She moved and danced, bending her spine like a willow wand. Every cell in her body was touching all of Rod. His prick reached to every corner of her body. His hand went to her ass. Sally moaned incoherently.
The increase in heat in her asscheeks made the constant come increase. Sally felt her cunt wind tighter. The long, thick stick at the center of her body moved around. Every last nerve in her brain tried to reach down to mold around his prick. Every muscle in her body tightened and released. Even her bones turned to the same oily soup that flowed so richly around Rod's cock.
Sally didn't even know which of them was moving. She had to close her eyes. The messages from her constricting pussy flooded her vision with swirling reds and indigo's and purples. Even the scent of their bodies made the passionate waves in her loins increase. Sally was drowning in sensation.
Rod's hands tightened on her ass. Sally felt the mounds form to his fingers like gloves. She saw the room whirling around her. She was levitating! Her tits touched Rod, her thighs touched Rod, her cunt was incredibly full of Rod, but she'd lost contact with everything else in the world! Sally threw her arms around his back. She was suspended on the steely bar of Rod's prick! He'd lifted her off the rug, and now he was carrying her around the room!
Sally gasped. She felt herself falling, but it was only her cunt nestling down onto his prick again. She rose. The pressure increased on her asscheeks. Rod was lifting her high, then letting her fall down onto his cock again. Sally heard the slap-slap-slap of her cunt on his belly and the constant, seashore roar of her squishing cuntjuice on his pubes. She abandoned her body to Rod and his hands and his iron-hard prick.
Sally let go of his neck. She felt herself bending backward. Her legs went out and up behind him. The knob of his cock pressed against the front of her belly. She rippled like a flag in a breeze. Every part of her body was controlled by the rhythm of Rod's prick in her pussy.
Rod thrust harder. Sally jerked back and forth. Her hair trailed on the floor. Her tits jiggled like mounds of jello. She felt an urgency in his motions. Sally didn't have the strength to straighten up for his thrusts. She started moving his hips harder.
Sally whipped her spine forward. She curled her inflamed ass up, then arched back again. Her hair flailed at the rug. Her arms touched the wall. Her feet jerked with every snapping roll of her hips. Sally felt the ongoing beat of her come strengthen. She worked as hard as she'd ever worked in her life. She had to help Rod come. She put every bit of her remaining strength into it. The power of her orgasmic shudders went into each swiveling roll of her hips.
Sally flexed her ass against his hand. She felt her toes curling. Her fingers balled up against her palms. She dangled, her cunt working hungrily against his prick. She worked against the only leverage she had. Sally was in a frenzy of need and lusty hunger. She couldn't even move without coordinating her moves with the pulses in her cunt. She babbled, "Please, show me, baby, show me how good you can come! Rod, you have to! Please, dammit, come!"
Rod threw his hips against her. Sally felt his pelvis battering her clit. She jerked and banged against him. There was a hitch in his movements now, a slight catch in the middle of random strokes. She prayed. She wailed. Her voice rose and fell like a calliope. Sally moved like a hula dancer.
Rod's strokes held up for a long fraction of a second. Everything in Sally's world held still for his thrust.
He jerked his hips forward like a freight train hitting a mountain. Sally screamed. She spasmed against him. The power of the thrust told her Rod was spurting jizz deep into her. The dull thud of his knob against the numbness of her womb told her she was filling with come. Sally yodeled with desperate joy. At last, at last his cock was shooting viscid masses into her cunt. At last she could surrender to the gutshaking orgasm. At last she could let everything except that pistoning mass of cock go.
Sally let her mind go blank. Nothing but the awesome power of her come mattered. She fell apart and contracted again. There was a furious rocket of hardness pumping in her middle. Flares of heat shot through her brain. Sally crested higher and higher. Everything around her was gone, and her body was going. Just as everything went blank, she felt the carpet touch her back. Sally slumped. She let her body go on coming without her. She rolled like a cork in a steamer's wake. Darkness comforted her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I'm sure confused," Sally said when Ginny walked in. She put down her pencil and switched the phones over to the answering service.
"Come on in," Ginny said, gesturing toward her office. "Maybe I can help straighten you out." She led Sally the opposite way from Ward's office, down the hall to the back corner of the suite.
Sally hesitated, then followed. She stood in the doorway wringing her hands, afraid to speak up. "Make yourself comfortable," Ginny said. The lady psychiatrist took off her jacket and let her long red hair loose from the pins that had held it in a mass of curls. It rippled down to her shoulders, gleaming in the light from the tree-screened window. "I'm listening."
Sally sat on one end of the needlepoint couch. She tried nervously to tug her short skirt down over her knees, but most of her long, full thighs still showed. "I ... it's about Rod," she stammered. "Well, not really. I reacted so strangely to him last night ... " Her voice trailed off.
"I don't want to seem rude," Ginny said. "I really am listening, but I had a rough time at the hospital this morning." The tall redhead stepped behind a screen in the corner of the office. Sally heard the rattle of coat hangers and the slide of clothing.
"I came home late last night, and Rod was waiting for me," Sally started again. "I didn't expect to see him there until the usual time." She stopped and Ginny looked over the top of the screen. The redhead's pale shoulders were naked except for the twin thin lines of her black bra-straps.
Sally looked away and blurted the whole tale out, how Rod had spanked her, how she'd lied and gotten loose, and he'd spanked her again. Ginny came out from behind the screen while Sally was trying to explain the way her body had kept coming and coming and coming after the spanking.
"He actually hit you ... and after you said you'd call the police he hit you again!" Ginny said, amazed. She sat on the couch next to Sally and put her hand on the younger woman's knee.
Sally started. She saw in a flash that Ginny was nearly naked. She wore only stockings, a garter belt, a transparent bra, and lace panties that showed every detail of her coppery pussy hairs. Her high heels matched the black trim of her other garments. Sally pulled away slightly.
Ginny was all pale skin, dark-pink nipples, and black trim, except for the coffee-colored sheen of her stockings. "I didn't have time to buy more pantyhose last night," Ginny explained, flashing a disarming smile. She turned serious again. "I can't believe he would actually do that. I know ... you've told me you've had problems, but to stoop to violence! That's dreadful!"
Sally looked up at Ginny. "The worst part was that it ... excited me so much! Even now just thinking about it ... " She blushed. "I hope I'm not some kind of latent masochist!" She stared into Ginny's green eyes.
Ginny took Sally's hand in hers. She looked sincerely at the brunette. "I think I see your problem, dear." Ginny let her other hand rise to Sally's shoulder. "You're only a masochist if you have to have pain before you can respond." She stroked Sally's shoulder through her blouse. "Now, this isn't painful, but you do feel a little response, don't you?"
Sally nodded. She was starting to feel shaky inside. "It feels nice ... like I'm being petted." She looked uncertainly at Ginny.
"Sally, honey, you know I wouldn't hurt you, don't you?" Ginny asked. "Now, don't you?"
Sally nodded tentatively. "Yes ... you've always been more of a friend than ... " she jerked her head toward the rest of the suite.
"That's right," Ginny said soothingly. "Now I'd like to try a trust exercise. We can see if you respond only to pain ... not that I'd cause any pain," she murmured. Her voice was hypnotic, falling lower until Sally had to concentrate to hear her. "You're old enough to know about your body. Doesn't it work a lot better than a man's body, especially for sex?"
Sally closed her eyes and nodded. "Yes, especially for lovemaking."
"Umm-hmmm." Ginny helped Sally to lean back against the arm of the couch. "That's why your arousal was so shocking last night. You're too used to male responses. Just trust me, Sally, and we'll get comfortable."
The slow, easy petting at her shoulder, then along the side of her neck made delicious little trickles of relaxation flow down Sally's spine. "Okay."
Ginny let go of Sally's hand. "The trouble with our own bodies is that we can't really see them. Bending over, standing on our head in front of mirrors ... neither of us ever saw the inside of our pussies ... especially not right there where it's most sensitive," Ginny cooed. "That's why this is a trust exercise."
Sally was so relaxed she didn't want to move. She felt ghostly fingers plucking at the front of her blouse. Well, Ginny's not afraid of my seeing her almost naked ... not that those tiny panties hide anything! Without being asked or told, Sally reached to the side of her skirt and undid the zipper. "Like this?" she asked, sliding her skirt out from under her hips.
"Yes, exactly, dear," Ginny said. If Sally's eyes had been open, she could have seen that Ginny's extra-long nipples were poking through her bra like pencil stubs, forming a taut little tent at the apex of each smallish, firm mound. Even the crotch of her lace panties was darker now, wicking cuntjuice away from her vagina. Ginny stepped back from the couch. "Look at me, Sally."
Sally opened her eyes. She watched as Ginny unlatched the back of her bra and shrugged out of it. The psychiatrist's breasts were shockingly pale against the black filmy cloth, and her nipples looked as if she'd rouged them. The whole tight ring around each tip rose and fell in little mazes of excitation. Sally's eyes misted with tears. "I wish I looked like you, so long and slim and stylish." A lump in her throat stopped Sally before she could say anything more.
"Thank you, Sally," Ginny said. She smiled gratefully. "I've envied your figure for a long time." The doctor hooked her thumbs in her panties and hesitated, then pulled the lace scrap down in a single long slide. Her breasts bobbed down, elongating as she stepped out of the panties. Ginny stood again, leaving her garter belt, her stockings, and her high heels intact. "I'm so bony ... " Ginny shrugged helplessly. She looked significantly at Sally.
Sally's fingers shook, but she pulled her bra straps down. The brunette reached behind herself and unhooked the bandeau, then lifted the cups away from her tits. The cool air in the room made her nipples spring up immediately. She put her fingers in the waistband of her panties. Sally stopped. "Why are we doing this?" she quavered.
Ginny moved a step closer to the couch. "We're proving that you don't have to be beaten or shamed into being aroused, Sally. You see?" she asked, indicating Sally's nipples with a glance. "I think you need to learn more about your body."
Sally bit her lower lip, then nodded. She slipped her panties down. Lying on her back, she had to raise her feet and bend her knees to get the last scrap of her clothing off. Sally tried to let her thighs fall open, but she couldn't.
"There. Now we're both naked ... defenseless, really, and you're not afraid of me. You know I won't hurt you. You can let your feelings come out into the open, or you can look at my body and find out more about how yours works." Ginny sat on the edge of the couch. Her hip touched Sally's. A hot little spark jumped at the contact.
"Ginny ... I-" Sally started. Her face twisted into tears.
Ginny instantly gathered the other woman into her arms. "Hey, there, it's all right, let it out," she murmured. Her hand patted up and down Sally's back.
Sally felt the comforting strokes of Ginny's long fingers. She sniffled and hugged Ginny tighter. "I'm sorry," she said finally, letting her arms unwind off from the other woman's back. Sally looked across the three inches that separated her from Ginny's moist, reassuring green eyes. "I shouldn't fall apart like that, but it worries me."
"You just need comforting. You're perfectly all right," Ginny said.
Sally felt a tendril of knotted muscles inside unwind slowly. She didn't shy away or object in the least when Ginny's face came closer and Ginny's lips pressed against hers.
The sensation was nothing like a man's kisses. Sally felt the gluey-soft touch of feminine lips against her mouth, and a strange warmth spread through her. The easy pressure of Ginny's mouth didn't insist or plead, or hope for some stiff, steely penetration of her body. There was no hint of panging lust, no omens of fumbling fingers or hot hands grappling with her most sensuous zones. Sally slowly became aware of Ginny's bosom pressing against her own pillowy breasts, of the easy way their bellies and thighs molded together. She let her lips open.
The slow, almost passive slide of Ginny's tongue into her mouth was half-expected. Sally's lips opened wider. She found herself absorbing the taste of Ginny's tongue. The suave gentility of the touch made Sally reply with mild pressure. She slid her own tongue against the juicy wetness of Ginny's fresh textures. Sally found her arms pressing Ginny more tightly against her.
Ginny responded, sliding her palms up and down Sally's naked back. Sally's skin came alive. A novel feeling suffused her loins. It spread outward, as inevitable and serene as summer changing to fall. Sally let her tongue follow Ginny's when the redhead invited her into her mouth.
The novel sensation sent a line of quivery-cold goosepimples along Sally's skin. The curvy brunette felt a vague sensation, as if something were wrong at the very back of her mind. Sally ignored it. The pleasure of kissing Ginny was too important for a tiny voice in her head to interrupt.
Sally felt Ginny's hand start a long, smooth slide down her back. The fingertips contacted her buttock. Sally moved her hips. The warm, soft center of Ginny's pussy contacted her thigh. Sally opened her legs and pressed her skin against the delicate heat of Ginny's pussy.
Both women moved their hands now. Sally reached up and caressed Ginny's smooth back. She ran her fingertips down to the surprisingly firm swell of Ginny's buttocks. She caressed the ample curve, marveling at the softness of the skin over firm muscles that flexed and relaxed so sensuously beneath the femaleness of her flesh. Sally rolled onto her side. She let Ginny's hands have free rein over her own back.
Ginny's hands moved down further. Her fingertips dug lightly into the spot where Sally's thighs and buttocks met. She pulled gently at the upper Cheek. Her little finger traced a tingling line along the inside of Sally's thigh. Ginny pulled her mouth away from the fluid slipperiness of the kiss.
Sally looked at Ginny's intense green eyes. "Yes," she whispered. Sally wondered if her own eyes showed that same disturbing light. "Yes," Sally repeated.
"You're not afraid? You don't want us to stop?" Ginny whispered.
"No, I'm all right ... I'm ready," Sally said. Her eyes searched across Ginny's face. "Have you ... before?"
"Does it matter?" Ginny asked. She moved around, rising to her knees on the couch. "Look at me ... I'm naked for you, and you're naked for me. My body can't lie to you! You already know I won't beat you." Ginny ran her hand up the insides of her thighs. She skirted the rich, coppery red of her pussy hairs, then her fingers continued upward. She stretched the skin at the hinges of her thighs. Ginny graced the exquisite slimness of her waist. She cupped the apple-like spheres of her breasts, letting her long red nipples jut between her fingers. Her skin gleamed with a thin coating of sweat. "Please?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
Sally's pussy felt warm, insisting that she pay attention to it. The calm, accepting expression on Ginny's face sent a throbbing signal of lewd need down to Sally's pussy. Even with her eyes locked on the redhead's face, Sally saw the rise and fall of those exquisite breasts and the hint of brighter red at the center of her pussynest. As if she were hypnotized, Sally reached for Ginny again.
Ginny ran her fingertips along the incredible slimness of Sally's waist. The young woman's body fascinated her. Ginny could hardly believe that such wide, cradle-like hips and such an opulent wealth of firm bosom could go with a tiny waist. Sally looked almost as if a strong blow or a harsh word would bruise her, snap her right in half at the waist.
The high mounds of Sally's luscious tits quivered with each breath. Both women stared at each other. The tips of Sally's nipples were shorter than Ginny's, but they were thicker and perhaps more sensitive. They looked dark and mysterious and rubbery-stiff against the smooth olive tones of her skin. The rims were wide, but obviously responsive. The slight line of her summer tan outlined the rich globes, making them seem even larger, even more appealing. When Ginny said, "You're lovely, the blush spread down from Sally's ears to her throat and the tops of her breasts. The hot pinkish tint reached as far as the aureoles. Sally watched while Ginny reached and touched one nipple.
Sally felt a question in her eyes, but she wouldn't let herself say it. Her hips whispered from side to side on the scratchy needlepoint cushion of the couch. She watched Ginny's hungry eyes move over her body, and Sally warmed under the lascivious enjoyment of Ginny's stare. Tentatively, shy as a schoolgirl, she touched Ginny's upper arm.
Ginny wouldn't stop her long, luxurious survey of Sally's charms. She looked at the high, well-arched curve of her ribcage. With the tip of one sharp fingernail, she traced the edges of the vulnerable curve of Sally's solar plexus. She trailed the nail down to the wide, shallow cup of Sally's navel.
Sally's stomach curved in softly to a trim line just above the little cup, then rose again in a gentle, inviting dome of firm flesh. At each side of the zone where it moved down against her hipbones showed. They were thinly padded under her skin. The outer edges of her hips flowed like a priceless vase, widening to a lush cradle before tapering into those delectably long, smooth thighs. Ginny knelt with one leg on each side of Sally's waist and stared down into the very center of the brunette's pussy.
A slight, almost perfumy odor rose from the center of Sally's pussy mound. The curly hair was just a few shades darker than the strands of her head, and it grew thinly enough that the crevice between her labia showed faintly through. A maze of veins ran just under the skin. The veins dilated to supply the warm blood that engorged her inner petals. As Ginny watched, the puffy-slick inner slices grew slightly. A moist, inviting strip of softer flesh peeked out. The tight, sweet shape of her lovemound invited a hand to cup its richness, or the slow, lascivious assault of a tender tongue. A bead of cuntal fluid glistened like a jewel at the base of the vee. Ginny blew a thin stream of air downward, and the hairs stirred.
Sally didn't know how to cope with it. Her hips moved automatically, rising and falling in a sensuous response to Ginny's breath. There was a hungry, hollow throbbing deep inside her belly. Sally didn't know how a woman could satisfy it. Her nipples hurt in that strangely erotic, very pleasant way. The whole rich mound of each breast ached for a touch. Sally reached up like a drowning swimmer and gathered Ginny against herself.
The touch of Ginny's sweat-filmed skin relieved and increased the heat in Sally's flesh. Ginny's mouth pressed against hers, and Sally slipped her tongue into the other woman's opening lips. She felt her body react with an urgency that fanned the heat in her loins. Sally ran her hands down the lissome length of Ginny's back, all the way to the sharp, hotly rising swell of Ginny's asscheeks. A strange series of feelings grew stronger inside her.
Ginny's knowledgeable hands slipped over Sally's skin. Sensuous secrets inflamed Sally's flesh. She felt palms gliding easily along the outer swell of her breasts. The achy mounds of her bosom pressed up against Ginny's breasts. Her nipples bored into the redhead's skin, and the hard, nuggety tips of Ginny's long nipples dragged thin lines of lascivious sensuality along the upper slopes of Sally's tits.
A warm, slightly scratchy feeling at the base of her belly turned as hot and moist as Sally's own pussy. She rocked her hips upward. Sally tensed her belly against the easy, rubbing pressure of Ginny's pussy. A thigh slipped between hers.
The slow growth of hot sensuality in her flesh astounded Sally. Ginny's leg pressed easily, softly along the whole mound of her pussy. It didn't dig in, or twist the hairs or do any of the violence she'd felt men's hands or pricks do. The soft femaleness of Ginny's thigh simply pressed to and fro, spreading the flowing cream from the mouth of her pussy to the electric warmth of her clit. Sally moaned into Ginny's kissing mouth.
"Umm-hmmm," Ginny answered, twisting her head from side to side. Her pillowy-soft lips moved around wetly on Sally's mouth. She tugged at the brunette's shoulders, and Sally let herself roll onto her side. Sally's long legs opened. Ginny's thighs parted. Both women invited the touches of smooth skin against the moist centers of their pussies. Sally even felt her own hand moving slowly up to Ginny's tit. She cupped the firm mound. A lewd, forbidden excitement grew in her like the crackling heat of a brush fire on a windy day.
Their bodies flowed together. Sally felt the urgency and need of Ginny's lewd hungers, and for the first time, she wasn't afraid. She melted against Ginny. The juiciness of the redhead's pussy against her thigh made the cream flow even more heavily in Sally's pussy. She pushed herself more insistently against the other woman. Every nerve in her skin sought and found sensuous responses in Ginny's flesh. Every heartbeat gave Sally a new way to experience femaleness. She lost track of the places her hands caressed and squeezed, molded and kneaded. The roaring of her pulse orchestrated the chords of fantastic sensation Ginny's hands milked from her flesh. Sally almost found herself expecting it when the long, slippery meshing of their tongues broke. The writhing, engulfing motions of lips and teeth and squishy-soft palates had reached as far as it could, but Sally knew there was more to come. She looked at Ginny's slack-jawed face, at the green eyes that were half-closed with pleasure, and nodded. There was no question.
Sally marveled at the firm, sweet-surfaced textures of Ginny's breasts. She caressed the whole conical mound of each luscious titty, then ran her thumbs across those lustily long nipples. She felt a pure, childlike joy inside her breasts as Ginny's pink nipples sprang back into place, all but asking for another touch. Sally enjoyed another touch, then another.
Ginny's face disappeared. A thrill of shame and heat flashed inside Sally when she felt the first gluey-soft touch of Ginny's lips on her nipple. The redhead's mouth gripped the tip of her titty lightly. She pulled it out and away. It sprang back, and a series of concentric ripples of exquisite pleasure ran through Sally's bosom. The lusty feelings flashed clear to her clitty and raced up her spine.
The feeling of something prohibited, something utterly wrong, grew stronger, but it couldn't compete with the luscious beauty of the lips on her nipple. Sally arched her back and offered her bosom to the psychiatrist. She felt the lascivious, erotic slide of a tongue tip across each nipple, and a semicircle of heat where the saliva smeared made her gasp. Ginny was even better at loving her tits than Ward! Sally moaned. Her hands gripped Ginny's breasts even harder. The long tips of Ginny's breasts forced themselves against the palms of her hands in the same lewd way her own nipples forced into Ginny's mouth.
Ginny's mouth covered the whole sensuous ring of one aureole, then slipped back to tug at the tip again. Sally moaned. Ginny did the same to the other breast. Sally sighed. It was almost too good to stand, especially with the simmering heat building up in her crotch. Sally felt a tremor of shame and fear go through her. Had she actually wished that Ginny would touch her pussy?
The rich warm soup from Sally's vagina flowed in a gently bubbling stream that heated the whole swampy trough of her loins. Sally pushed the mysteriously sopping center of her body at Ginny. Her thigh touched the redhead's cuntal zone.
The lewd need in her pussy was connected to the heat in her titties, and there was some strange tie to the crinkly, red-furred warmth of Ginny's cunt as well. Sally rubbed her thigh against the puffy warmth of Ginny's snatch. Slick, oily fluid coated her skin. It was like a toned-down liniment, oozing heat into her muscles. Even her toes responded to the feeling of Ginny's cuntjuice on her skin, curling tight, then arching open again. Sally slid her hands down to the wide curve of Ginny's hips and pulled her closer. She marveled at the springy texture of her asscheeks. Sally relished the lavish flow of juice on her thigh and the insistent rolling motions of Ginny's thigh on her own center.
But Ginny's softly urgent oral cavity kept working on Sally's titty. It went from one nipple to the other, slathering saliva and suction on the pink-brown rings around each nipple flicking the tips back and forth. The lusty tongue motions kept the heat rising higher and faster in Sally's tits. She moved her shoulder back and forth, offering more of her breasts to the redhead's nuzzling mouth.
Ginny's hands joined in. She aroused the sensuous tissues with squeezes and mashing, kneading motions. Sally felt the loving closeness of the redheaded psychiatrist in every soft touch. The rolling moves that pushed her breasts together told her. The lewdness of the deep suction on the ends of her titties told her. The slide of fingertips on the saliva-slicked surfaces sent shivers all along her skin. Sally marveled at the way her body responded when Ginny pushed her titties closer and ran her thumbs along the cleavage. The strange motion made both of her nipples touch, and the suction around them increased.
Ginny began to growl. She tugged and teased at Sally's tits. Sally's pussymouth contracted and a fantastic stream of cuntcream flooded her cleft. Sally moved her hands from the rolling magic of Ginny's ass to the hard masses of her luscious little tits.
Sally pulled at the tips. She forced the points against her belly. She felt sweat on her palms, and smeared it against the points of Ginny's nipples. She moved her hands with the same rhythm that inflamed her tits and her pussy. She rolled Ginny's tits in lusty circles. "Oh, oh my gawd!" she squealed, mashing Ginny's nipples up against her ribs. "I can't stop it, Ginny!"
Ginny half-growled, "Yes, yes, baby!" after her mouth had popped off Sally's tits. She pulled her leg from between Sally's thighs and turned around. She was still on top, her knees on either side of Sally's head. The aroma of her hot pussy filtered into Sally's nostrils.
Sally looked down between her lolling breasts. She saw Ginny's tits hanging enticingly over her belly. She opened her mouth unconsciously. Sally licked toward the rich, lusty red of Ginny's nipples.
Ginny's hands went around and under Sally's thighs. Sally raised her knees. She opened wider, responding to the touches at the tops of her thighs. She realized with a shock of abandoned lewdness what Ginny planned. Her cunt gushed juice. Sally almost fainted.
Sally looked up, unable to watch. She saw the rich, aromatic center of Ginny's pussy above her head. The lips were gaping open. The details stuck in her mind like a photograph. The dark edges of her inner labia worked, opening and closing in time with the blossoming of her orchid like inner cunt-folds. Sally smelled the heady odor of Ginny's cunt juice, and she started to drool. The red heat above her face reached from the triangular hood of the redhead's clit past the base of her vagina. A roughened, moist oval, the size of Sally's palm, showed the signs of Ginny's arousal. The blush reached from her rectum to the tops of her thighs. The whole area was slick and wet, glistening with the oily cream that still oozed hotly from her vagina.
Sally drooled. She raise her hands slowly, sliding her palms along the sides of Ginny's waist. She fondled the smooth swell of her buttocks. Sally stopped the hungry swiveling of Ginny's hips with a gentle touch. She studied the aroused section of glossy red and the surrounding nest of wet, coppery hair.
A warm, soft touch on her own labia made Sally close her eyes. The texture had to be Ginny's tongue sliding along the outer edge of her labia. Sally's sphincters contracted with the sensuous chill. The tongue slithered down the other side of her inner thigh. The soft, wet hairs of her pussy pressed against the yielding surface of her cuntlips. Sally's hands contracted on Ginny's ass.
The next gliding slither on tongue flesh went right down the center of her cuntal crease. Sally shivered. A ripple of sensation went straight to her brain. Her thighs opened wider. She offered the central stripe of her pussy more flagrantly. The sticky parting of her cuntlips let a stream of cooling air pass along the middle of the moist tissues, and Sally moaned.
Ginny kissed along the top of Sally's lovemound. Sally swiveled her hips. The sensation was nicer than anything she's ever felt. The easy, half-teasing motions of Ginny's tongue tantalized her. Sally anticipated the next touch, shivering before Ginny's tongue even contacted her cuntflesh. Ginny waited a fraction of a second longer than Sally had thought she would. The next erogenous touch took her by surprise.
The rhythm of the sliding, slithering tongue accelerated. Sally couldn't stop herself. Her hips started a steady roll. She pulled Ginny's pussy down to her own face. With a sudden leap of hunger, she licked the center of Ginny's cunt.
All the way up from the base of Ginny's vagina to the tip of her clitty ran Sally's tongue. She licked the fluid into her mouth, surprised at the erotic muskiness of the taste. The flesh was slick and soft, the perfect enhancement for the feeling in her own pussy. Sally ran the tip of her tongue around the rim of Ginny's vagina. She shivered as the same sensation ran through her loins.
Sally pulled down on Ginny's hips, and the smooth, sleek weight of the other woman settled down onto her. She felt the softness of her belly against Ginny's tits, and the luscious points of Ginny's nipples against her own abdomen. Sally nuzzled up against Ginny's cunt.
Her tongue flicked up into Ginny's hole. Sally drank the juice. She was secreting saliva at a fantastic rate. Every motion of Ginny's tongue complimented the taste of her cunt, and every slithering lick made them both hotter. Sally ran her tongue along the slippery flesh between the wet slices of Ginny's cuntlips, and found the magic button of her clit.
The little love trigger felt as hot and sensitive to her tongue as her own clit felt under Ginny's lavish assault. Sally ran her tongue across it, then around and around it. She sucked the whole top of Ginny's cuntmound into her mouth. Sally speared her tongue into the middle. The juicy little pellet responded by growing larger. Ginny responded lashing her tongue against Sally's clit.
Sally felt the waves of shivery come building up inside her like the first front of a storm. She dug her chin against the squishing rim of Ginny's cunthole. She rotated her hips lustily. Every touch, every lick and suck made her hotter. Every pulse of her cuntflesh made her tongue Ginny faster. Sally found herself ravishing Ginny's pussy with her lips, her tongue, even gnawing with her teeth. She mashed the pink bullet of Ginny's clit. She chewed the meaty slices of her cuntlips. She forced her face against the sopping wetness, and pulled down on Ginny's hips.
Sally wanted to drown in the swampy goodness of Ginny's cunt. She felt her own body about to split wide open. Her hips moved in a continuous marathon of fuckmotions. She felt as if her whole crotch could split wide open and take Ginny's head in. She arched her back, then flung her hips upward.
Sally was berserk with passion. She tried to fuck her whole face into the sopping center of Ginny's cunt. She strained to press her mouth into Ginny's vagina. Every cell in her body struggled. Sally and Ginny battled with their mouths and their cunts. Their bodies were soaked with sweat. They slithered on each other like two rolling masses of soaking cuntflesh. Sally knew she was coming, but she didn't even know when she'd started. Each rolling thrust of her hips, each stab of tongue into her cunt made her spasm harder and eat faster.
The lewd thrills of cunnilingus drove both women crazy. They grunted. Sally's ass rose off the couch. Ginny's ass tightened and shivered. Lips and tongues and cuntflesh mashed together. Sally felt the earthquake grandeur of her cuntal spasms increase. She groaned up into the molten center of Ginny's cunt.
Ginny answered, and the buzzing vibrations of her voice sent Sally higher. They were like Yin and Yang, locked in a battle to swallow each other up. The room was filled with the reek of two flooded cunts. The air was full of the squishing, sloshing noises of spilling spit and cuntcream. With a last long slide of her tongue in Ginny's pussy, Sally let her mind go blank. She screamed, arching her face away from Ginny's pussy. Her fingernails clawed into Ginny's ass. She drew blood, and Sally shattered.
Even Ginny couldn't keep on. She went off in an excess of horny joy. Her face flopped away from Sally's madly rolling hips. She rolled half-off of the brunette's body. Only the grip of thighs on heads kept them together. The comebursts faded as slowly as echoes, easing a fraction at a time until both women lay limp, utterly exhausted, in Ginny's office.
Sally finally felt Ginny's thighs loosen around her head. She knew in a moment she'd be even more confused than before. She stared at the ceiling. Hell with it, she thought, and closed her eyes.
Chapter Nine
The calamitous crash of the office door jolted Sally to wide-eyed wakefulness. She clutched at Ginny. Both women turned their heads toward Rod.
"This is work? This is the kind of shit that wears your ass out so you can't cook? What the fuck's going on here?" Rod raved. He grabbed Ginny's arm and pulled her off the couch. She hit the floor with an ass-jarring thud.
Randall Shepard dashed in. "What's going on?" He stopped dead, then advanced toward Rod. "This is a medical office! You can't do that here!"
Rod had turned Sally over his knee. He stood, dumping her to the floor on top of Ginny. The two naked women tangled in a clash of struggling arms and legs. "Get away from me," Rod snarled. He uncoiled his arm in a flamboyant gesture and pointed to the door. "Get OUT OF here.!"
Randy's eyes were bugged out like billiard balls. He hung in the doorway. Ginny untangled herself long enough to wave him away. She stood up to Rod and said, "What gives you the right to burst in here?"
"You know god damn well what right," Rod said. He spun her around by her arm and swatted her ass so hard one garter popped off. "SIT!"
Ginny jumped at the spank and hopped to a chair, rubbing her ass. Rod picked up Sally and laid her over his thighs again. He pulled both her wrists up in one hand and waxed her still-sweaty ass. Ginny stared. Sally screamed. Rod spanked.
"Bitch! I can't even call you!" he shouted, lacing her asscheeks with hot, heavy blows of his palm. "You're here dykin' off with your boss! If I wanted to pimp your ass I'da sent you whorin', not sent you here!" He smacked his heavy hand on her ass over and over again.
"Oww! Oh, Rod! Dammit, honey, please! Let me explain!" Sally yammered. She tried to squirm free of his grasp. Her ass rolled back and forth on his lap. Her feet kicked, then dug desperately into the couch cushions. "Please! Please! PLEASE!"
Ginny was scared. Rod hadn't seemed this mad when he'd spanked her in the park. "Let her go! It was my fault ... I seduced her, Rod," she said. She sat all but naked in her chair, wringing her hands. She flinched with every blow Rod delivered to Sally's ass.
Rod stopped spanking for a moment. He glared ferociously at Ginny. "Shut up! You're getting yours in a minute!" He looked so threatening that Ginny half-rose from her chair, then sat down again.
Satisfied that the psychiatrist would stay put, Rod started spanking Sally again. He measured the blows, carefully pausing to aim between each one. "I tried to call for an hour." SMACK! "I couldn't get through." SMACK! "It was about your god damned sick cat!" SMACK! WHACK!
Rod let go of her wrists. He pulled her hair until Sally stared up at him, wild-eyed. "There's cunt-juice all over your face!" WHACK! "Your twat's still wet." SMACK! "I oughta buttfuck you blind and dry." Whack! Smack! Whack-whack! his hand slapped.
Sally's ass was in flames. The first series of blows had come down with butt-bruising force. Now Rod was spanking to sting, adding a wrist-flick that made his fingers bounce smartly off her butt. Sally was in tears from shame and discovery and fear as well as the blistering pain of her spanking. Her satiated pussy was warming again under the blows. A lurid flare of sensation made fresh cream dribble from her pussy. Sally felt it filling her cuntfolds. She hoped Rod wouldn't notice.
Rod surveyed his work. Her whole ass was red. The deeper shine of her cuntflesh told him her pussy was aroused again by the beating. He grabbed her pussy and twisted the folds of her labia, then dumped her off his lap. "Get up."
Sally stood. She rubbed her ass with both hands, scared and excited at the same time. "Stand right there. Don't rub it!" Rod snapped.
"You, Doctor!" he snarled. "Get over here! Right across my lap!" He glared from Ginny to Sally. "And you stand right there and watch," Rod added.
Ginny slowly walked over to him. Her face was pleading. Rod reached up and plucked one of Sally's curly brown cunthairs from the psychiatrists face. "You know what to do," he said. "NOW!"
Ginny bent over his knees. She looked back over her shoulder. She was frightened and hot for the punishment simultaneously. "Rod, I ... please go easy," she begged. Her strong, attractive face was melting with the mixture of lusty anticipation and fear.
Rod growled incoherently. He shoved down on her shoulder blades. Ginny's ass rose higher. He compared the slimmer cheeks, stretched so alluringly over his lap, with the voluptuous red mounds of his wife's ass. He laid his palm on the center of her ass and raised it high.
Whack! The first slap made Ginny jerk convulsively. He looked at the pattern of fingers and palm on her buttock. Whack! Again, and the other side showed the print's double. Whack! Whack! WHACK WHACK WHACK!
Ginny cried out. Her voice was muffled. She had both hands over her mouth to stifle her cries. Her ass jiggled like a huge pudding. Rod flailed at the pale skin. Her cheeks turned redder with every slap.
Sally watched, terrorized. She hated to admit it, but it was an attractive sight. The combination of the fire on her own cheeks and the punishment Rod gave Ginny made her pussy drool faster. She put both hands to her mouth, afraid she would cry out encouragement or scream in sympathetic pain.
Rod lifted his hand again, and he brought it down with calculated impact every time. Ginny was shaking with the effort of muffling her screams. Her tits jiggled against his thighs as she stifled her sobs. The psychiatrist was in agony. The contrast of a long, lusty Lesbian orgasm and the sudden change to the pain of a male palm was shattering. Ginny shivered and shook, twitching with the repeated blows on her ass. Sally started to get jealous. Was Rod spending more time spanking Ginny than he had spent on her? Some of the blows looked almost like caresses to Sally. "Rod?" she said.
"Quiet!" Rod examined the spanked blush on Ginny's ass. He looked from the slender mounds of the doctor's buttocks to the squirming, nervous body of his aroused wife. He gave Ginny another hard slap on each cheek and let her up.
"Awright," Rod said, standing up. He unbuttoned his shirt. "I don't know what to do with you two, but I'm sure as hell going to do something." He looked at Sally. Her voluptuous breasts were rising and falling with each rapid breath. Her brunette pussy hairs were weighted down with girl-come. He switched to Ginny. Her nipples poked out lustily from her smaller breasts. The tall redhead looked horny as a drunk sailor on payday in her stockings, garter belt and high-heeled shoes. Her red muff contrasted lewdly with the black straps of her garters and her pale, pale skin. Rod shed his shirt and started on his pants.
"This is absurd!" Ginny blustered. "You can't fuck both of us. Even if you could I wouldn't allow it!"
"And I wouldn't either," Sally piped. "You wouldn't dare be unfaithful to me right in front of my face!"
"Behind the back better?" Rod asked. He spotted the screen with Ginny's blouse still dangling from its hanger. He stomped around the desk and rummaged. "Okay, darlings, here we are." He held a pair of pantyhose up.
"You stay out of my things!" Ginny said self-righteously.
"I didn't spank you enough, hey?" Rod asked. He brought the pantyhose to where the two women stood. Quick as a snake, he spun Ginny around and swatted her ass three times, hard, with his hand. Almost before either woman could react, he laid four slaps on Sally's ass. He whipped the pantyhose around their waists and knotted the feet.
Sally tried to struggle loose. Ginny reached for the knot. Rod spanked them both, one hand hitting each woman's ass. He beat their bottoms until Ginny screamed, "Please! All right! Leave us alone!"
Sally stopped fighting. She was pressed against Ginny's belly. Her tits were against the underside of Ginny's. Her cunt rubbed just beneath the redhead's pussy mound. Rod pushed her back.
The two tied women stumbled. Rod put his foot behind Ginny's ankles and caught them as they fell. Sally turned to look over her shoulder. The strange position made her nipples erect. She felt Ginny's pussy oozing as much juice as her own. She shuddered with eagerness, still unsure of what Rod would do.
Rod dropped his pants and knelt behind them. Sally moaned. "No, please, my ass already hurts!"
"The rug! God, man, my ass is on fire from this rug!" Ginny whined. "At least let me be on top!"
Rod didn't answer. He looked at the juicy double-deck cuntwich and pulled Sally's legs open. He grabbed Ginny's ankles and spread her feet a shoulder-width apart. He reached under the two exposed pussies and pinched Ginny's buttocks.
Ginny bucked upward, trying to escape his fingertips. Sally felt the jolt right against her clit. She moaned with a strange combination of disgust and heat. Her husband was a pervert! He was going to do some bizarre, degrading act all over both Sally and her boss!
"God, that looks good. You're both hot and juicy and ripe for fucking," Rod gloated. He leaned forward on his hands.
Sally felt his prickhead touch the mouth of her pussy. She bore down, trying to open for him. Her pussy was awash with cream. His prick slipped joyously in, ball deep. His belly ground against her irritated ass, and Sally's cunt prepared to start coming around him.
A long, thick-meated stroke, then another moved up and down the silky walls of her cunt. Sally felt the joy of fullness in her pussy. She reached back to caress Rod's hips and urge him deeper. He pulled back, teasing. His knob played back and forth at the very lips of her pussy. He swiveled his hips, corkscrewing pleasure into the rim of her vagina. Sally pulled her pussy away from the rolling motions of Ginny's hips, reaching for more of Rod's cock.
He robbed her! Ginny's pussy moved up against Sally's cunt and Rod's knob disappeared. By the squirming under her and the ecstatic groan above her Sally knew Rod had slipped his prick all the way into Ginny's hot slit. She rolled her hips forward. Her pubic bone ground against Ginny's pussy, and Sally wailed. "Thief! God, Rod, please give it back!"
Ginny sighed, "Ooooh, that's nice! God, I need it after you spank me, honey!" She moved her hips in a lewd rotary motion, and Sally had no choice but to go along. She was sandwiched, imprisoned between her husband's crotch and her boss's cunt. The varying pressures on her ass when Rod rollicked so joyfully around in Ginny's pussy inflamed Sally's cunt. She gasped with hunger for Rod's prick.
With a shocking slide that chilled her to the bone, Rod's prick slipped back into her channel. Sally barely had time to appreciate its presence when it was gone again and his weight pressed her against Ginny.
Rod fucked on, one stroke in each hot pussy. He alternated, reveling in the different feelings of both cunts. The angle was different, steep and deep into Ginny, high and shallow into Sally. He rollicked with his belly on Sally's ample asscheeks. His hands burrowed under both women to knead the firm springiness of Ginny's ass. He fucked riotously, joyously, never leaving his prick in either woman's cunt long enough to make his nuts bust.
Sally and Ginny were going off, though. The combination of the grinding of pussyflesh on clits and the burning in their buttocks made each of them start off. Sally was still hot from the cunnilingus when Rod had burst in, and his spanking had only increased her arousal. Ginny got hotter in a hurry when her inflamed ass ground against the coarse, scratchy carpet. After just a few strokes in each pussy, both women were grabbing a little come around Rod's prick at every stroke.
Rod fucked up, and he fucked down. Up into Sally. Down into Ginny. The double lubricity of two sets of asscheeks to support him, two sets of squishy cuntlips, two clasping, milking vaginas, made him want to keep fucking forever. His brain buzzed with the ecstatic wonder of doublefucking both women at once.
Sally felt her little peak rise up, then pass. She found herself waiting, almost begging for more while Rod fucked into Ginny, then she sighed with gratitude when his prick popped past the tight ring of her cuntmouth. Sally hated herself for giving in, for letting Rod degrade her, but she loved the feeling. The constant rubbing of her tits on Ginny's and her clit on Ginny's cuntflesh didn't stop her enjoyment at all. She rolled and twisted, oozed and squirmed for a long, long time, reveling in at least one set of sensations every second.
Even Ginny had the best of both worlds. She loved the sensuality of Sally's big tits against her own sensitive breasts. The femaleness of Sally's skin was a superb turn-on, and the constant grinding of Sally's pussy against her own kept her juices flowing like a river. And, to top it all, there was that nice thick length of male meat and the fire in her asscheeks. A dildo had never felt like this, whether she was fucking or being fucked. Ginny reached up around Sally and clutched the whole stack of sweating bodies tighter against herself.
Sally was anticipating Rod better now. She could sense, even when he varied his rhythm, exactly when that lovely length of luscious lobcock was going to grease into her pussypit. She flexed back against him. Her asscheeks flattened and her back arched in preparation. Sally was ready, holding steady, and hungry for more with every lusty thrust.
Even when Rod pulled out, Sally was grabbing her fun. She curled her spine down, forcing her cuntflesh tighter against Ginny. Ginny would roll forward, readying her pleasure pit for Rod's prick, and their clits would rub delectably. Sally took all the force of Ginny's upthrusts against her pubic bone, and her clit sent a million volts of lightning through her loins. Even her brain was buzzing with sensations. By the time her second big peak started, Sally didn't care about her embarrassment, or the degradation of having her bottom beaten in front of Ginny. All she cared about was the copious gushes of cuntjuice that soaked her crotch and the exquisite thrills chasing through her body.
Rod tried to loosen the tension of his balls, but it was hard. He closed his eyes, and the features of both women, tits, asses, pussies, flashed in front of his vision. He tried loosening the tightness in his asscheeks, keeping a slow, swinging rhythm, but the clasping walls of both cunts stripped his cock down to bare nerves. He stroked easy, he stroked hard, and he didn't know how to finish off. Rod put a twist to every thrust, swiveling deep, then swirling out again. He had to decide who to come in. If he shot one drop, his prick wouldn't be steady enough to find the other twat, much less unload in it.
Sally felt the tension growing in Rod. She hoped his semen would flood into her. A ghastly thought hit her. What if he comes in Ginny? Oh, God, anything, anywhere, but not in her while he's on top of me!
Ginny threw a double-swivel into her pussystrokes. The walls of her cunt milked voraciously at Rod's prick. She felt the tension in his prick and the uncertainty in Sally's motions. Ginny pushed her tits up against Sally's. She lifted her ass half off the rug. The juicy-hot overflow from Sally's cunt half-glued her to the floor. The tender skin of her beaten, abraded ass inflamed her. She wanted to feel that double fun. If she could have Sally's body all over her and Rod's cock pumping into her cuntsleeve, Ginny would die happy on the spot. She prayed that Rod would shoot in her pussy.
Rod knew the moment was coming closer. Both women seemed to be hanging on, suspended for his decision. He kept up the motions of his meat. Ginny, Sally, Ginny, Sally, he fucked. He swirled and swiveled. Ginny countered his turns. Sally followed his twists. He slipped one hand out from under Ginny's ass. He put it between the women's chests. He was surrounded by hot, hard-nippled tittyflesh. He captured one nipple-Sally's-then the other- Ginny's. He twisted both tittytips. Sally, Ginny, Sally, Ginny ...
The girls started pleading. Both their voices were so hot and breathy he couldn't separate them. "Oh, come, oh please, in me, god, Rod, in my cunt, my pussy, come, I'm going, I'm coming, Fuck! Oh, jesus, fuck us!" they babbled. Rod grunted with the effort of holding his seed in.
Rod's hand clenched on Ginny's ass. His belly rose off Sally's butt, then slapped down. Sweat and cunt juice spattered across the room. The whole office smelled like a garden of nymphs and satyrs. Rod's balls slapped against both their cunts. The grinding labia captured his ballhairs and pulled. He groaned in agony.
Sally pleaded. Her voice was lost in the sweating, slapping, grunting cacophony of the multiple fuck.
Ginny begged. Her voice was so high and shrill that every grind of Rod's prick in either pussy drowned it out. She felt a pulse start in his cock.
Sally took a final thrust. She could feel the rock-hard muscles of Rod's belly. Her hand reached back. She gouged her nails into his ass. She struggled to keep his quivering cock in her cunt. Every cell in Sally's slithery body palpitated. Rod pulled out again.
A jet of come drowned both cunts. Sally felt Rod's knob slice between her clit and Ginny's. Great thick gouts of semen spattered on both bellies. The viscous fluid glued the women together. Sally fell apart with the direct stabs of his spewing cock on her clit.
Ginny felt it, too. The tip of his knob was right against her clit. The little come trigger exploded when Rod's thick goo ripped across it. She drowned in the mixture of cunt juice, sweat and semen. Ginny ground up at Rod. Sally ground down at Rod. Rod fucked indiscriminately between their throbbing clits. The meaty sandwich of hairy cuntflesh milked jizz out of his prick until he was utterly drained.
Both women sobbed. They hunched against each other. Rod rolled off Sally's ass. With a final series of shuddering convulsions, the three-way passed.
Chapter Ten
Sally waited in the hallway. Rod would be instantly pissed off, she knew. The thermostat was turned up to seventy-five. All the lights were out. Dinner wasn't ready. She'd cleaned the floors, but that was all ... and Sally hadn't done it for Rod.
"Shhh! I think I hear his car," Sally whispered.
"Mrrauwr?" a cat replied. The sound of purring came from the living room. Rod's key rattled in the lock.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Rod muttered. "Where the hell is she?" He shuffled through the mewing greeting committee and flicked on the light.
"Hello, Rod," Ginny said from the living room. Her voice was huskily seductive. The lissome redhead reclined on one elbow. She slowly drew her knee up, attracting his eyes to the carefully combed and fluffed curls of her red pussy hairs. Her face was made up immaculately, with bright lipstick, dark accents of eyelines, and blushes of color on her cheeks. She stroked one of a flurry of cats with sensuous motions. "Why don't you come on in? We could get comfortable before Sally comes."
Rod moved directly toward her. His eyes scanned her pale body, the long, sleek lines of her stockinged legs, the arch of the garter belt that framed her pussy. He undid his belt and skinned out of his pants. "Sally let you in? When will she be back?" he asked. His tongue sounded thick. He unbuttoned his shirt while he kicked out of his shoes.
Ginny rolled slowly onto her back. She stood up, running her fingers along the side of his rampant cockshaft. "I persuaded your wife to share the wealth. There's plenty of time." Her long, pointed tongue slipped lasciviously across her lips. She put her arms around his neck. Her long red fingernails traced a line of thorny sensuality along his nape. She crooked a finger behind his back.
Sally crept stealthily out of the hall. She tiptoed up as Ginny put her lips up to Rod's mouth. When she saw Rod's arms tighten around the redhead, Sally pounced.
With both women and the surprise of the attack working against him, Rod didn't have a chance. Before he could shout, he was on his face on the floor. By the time he could struggle, his wrists were tied with a long leather dog lead. Sally let Ginny tie his ankles, then both women rolled him over.
"What the hell's going on here!" Rod blustered. He looked at his totally naked wife. Sally had even shaved her pussy before he'd arrived, and now the naked flesh of her labia shocked him. He watched the pink edges of her cuntlips darken.
Sally smiled down at him. "We've been waiting for you, Rod. Ginny and I both think you've been a little heavy-handed." She bent down and Ginny helped her roll him over. Both women tugged him upright.
Rod teetered. His ankles were wrapped so tightly that he was in constant danger of falling over. "All right, a joke's a joke. You made your point." He glared from Ginny to Sally, then stared at the moistening edges of those shaved cuntlips. "What'd you do that for?"
Ginny answered for both of them. "We were both going to, but Sally said-"
"-It would be a shame for Ginny to cut off that pretty red hair," Sally smirked. "Maybe we'll shave you, too."
"The hell you will! Knock off the bullshit, girls. If you both want a fuck, I'll take you in turns." Rod let a half-smile come to his face. "Yeah, in turns." He smirked.
"He sounds tough, doesn't he?" Sally said, her eyes going wide. She gave an exaggerated cringe.
"He talks a pretty good fuck," Ginny said. She flicked her fingernail against the bony structure at the very tip of his prick. "What should we do with him?"
"Goddammit, knock it off! I just finished a long day's work," Rod said. "I need some dinner, not a couple of comediennes!" He worked his wrists against the heavy leather of the leash.
Sally picked up the end of the lead and tugged. "Come on, Fido." She sat on the couch. Ginny sat next to her. Sally jerked again, harder, and Rod hopped toward the two women who'd captured him so slickly. His prick bounced angrily with each short leap.
Sally handed the leash to Ginny. "Age before beauty, dear."
Ginny tugged hard. Rod fell. Both women grabbed for him.
"Let me up! God damn your asses, this isn't funny!" Rod roared. "I don't have to put up with this shit!" Ginny nodded to Sally and swatted Rod's ass.
"OWW!" Rod yelped. "What the fuck-"
"Watch your mouth, honey," Sally said. She reached between his thighs and gathered his balls in her hand. She pulled up. Rod pushed his toes against the floor. His prick popped between Ginny's thigh and Sally's. It was trapped, and the girls squeezed against it. Ginny slapped down again.
Her long-fingered hand really packed a wallop. A star of blazing pain appeared on Rod's ass. He shouted again, "OUCH!" He kicked helplessly.
Sally hit his asscheek, then his thigh, SLAP-Smack! "That's for hitting me."
"And that's for embarrassing me," Ginny said, adding two slaps of her own to his ass. The girls grinned at each other. Rod's prick was throbbing harder between their thighs with every blow. Sally and Ginny both laid slaps and swats on Rod's ass with accelerating glee.
"And for stopping us!" Sally emphasized with her hand.
"And for not closing the door!" Ginny shouted. She was getting carried away.
"And for kicking my cats!"
"I never-OWW!" Rod gasped. Both Ginny and Sally had struck at the same time. The impact of each spank surged to his balls, stiffening his prick even more. It felt harder than a bull's horn.
"And beating up on us!"
"And tying us together!"
"And for fucking Linda Wilde!" Sally screamed. Her long hair was flying with the vigor of her slaps.
"I didn't! I never would!" Rod protested. His bound ankles whipped up and down with each blow. "Ow! Ouch! Dammit, go easy!"
"Well, you should've, then, because I'm spanking you for it anyway," Sally said. Her left hand held his thigh, keeping him from sliding off their laps, and her right hand rose and fell in a furious tattoo.
Ginny laughed, a carnivorous, lusty sound. She held his back with her right hand and spanked with her left. The whole zone from Rod's waist to his thighs was inflamed from the spanking.
Rod started hunching up and down, moving his cock in the grip of their thighs. The spanking excited him, and the tight friction of his meat between Ginny's stockinged leg and Sally's naked flesh made his balls bubble. "Ahh! Oooh," He gasped, feeling the jism readying itself. Rod tried to stop hunching against their thighs, but the two women wouldn't allow it. They spanked harder.
Ginny grabbed Sally's flashing right hand "Hey, hey, slow down! We can spank him more later." She slid her fingers up Sally's arm. "Remember what we planned?"
Sally's lit-up glance met Ginny's wide, glowing green eyes. "Umm-hmmm," she purred. Sally edged slightly away from Ginny, and Rod's prick popped away from their legs. Both women lifted Rod carefully and dumped him on the carpet, flat on his back. He arched, trying to keep the coarse rug off his burning buttocks.
"Isn't that a sight," Ginny exclaimed. She bent down and touched the violently red head of his prick. Rod raised his hips higher, straining toward the redhead's lush charms.
"Now, Rodney," Sally cautioned. "Mind your manners." She tugged the lead at his wrists and fastened it to the leg of the couch. Ginny bent over, tempting him with her tantalizing tits, and fastened the other lead to a heavy chair.
"We wouldn't want you to hurt yourself," Sally explained. "You just lie there and think about how mean you've been to me."
"Brute!" Ginny said self-righteously. "Boot-in-the-face brute!" She giggled. She stalked around Sally in her high heels. "Oh, yes, we both know what you want."
"And we all know you aren't going to get it until we're damn good and ready," Sally added. She rubbed the palm of her hand up and down her slick-shaved snatch. The meaty little triangle of her clitty-hood was already pooching outward at the top of the naked slit. As Rod watched, the inner petals puffed up and reddened. They looked as glossy and slick and wet as Ginny's painted lips. Rod moaned.
Ginny put her arm across Sally's shoulders. Her other hand crossed both bodies and joined Sally's moving fingers. She massaged gentle heat into the brunette's pussy, rolling her fingers in the tender flesh until the swampy, slithery sound of well-greased cuntlips was audible.
"Yes, that's it," Sally said. She closed her eyes in ecstasy. Her hand slipped around Ginny's waist, holding the taller woman close. Sally reached across and caressed the moist, inviting red fluff of Ginny's pussy. She tugged at the hairs, then let them slip silkily back through her fingers. She worked Ginny's cuntlips by remote control, relying on the soft pull of her fingers on the curled strands to ease the inner surfaces against each other.
Ginny closed her eyes. Both women faced Rod, caressing each other, fingering the lips of their pussies, rolling their wide, rideable hips in separate, sensuous rhythms. "Oh, I love that ... just getting nice and warm and ready so gently, so nicely," Ginny cooed. "God, you have beautiful hands, Sally!"
Sally undulated against Ginny, her hip brushing against the redhead's skin like satin. She turned and gathered Ginny in her arms.
Rod moaned with lust and frustration. He saw the delicate toying tongues, the gentle, gluey way their lips met, and the motions of their breasts. He was beyond being angry that Sally had tricked him. He didn't even care now that she hadn't been saving her pussy for him. He ached from his knees to his belly. His balls felt like cast iron. He wanted to join the soft, lushly erotic embrace, feel both of those lasciviously sensuous bodies against him, slide his cock into every one of their moist orifices. His prick felt hard and brittle enough to shatter if he didn't get at least a feel of Ginny and Sally against his knob. He tried to snake across the floor, and his ass-cheeks protested. The carpet's grating on his skin inflamed him even more.
But his agony was nothing compared to the rising heat in the two women's bodies. Ginny's hands slithered around Sally's back. Sally rubbed her large firm breasts against the long-nippled delights of Ginny's tits. Her hand came around and found one of Ginny's small round breasts. Sally covered the whole end with her palm.
Their mouths sniveled wetly together. Rod could almost taste the flavors of their saliva mingling. He licked his lips. He groaned louder, agonized by the fire in his ass and the rock-hard lump of his swollen prostate. He had the worst blueballs in history, and two lusty, wet-slitted women stood right over his face, tempting him more.
Sally took her hand away from Ginny's breast. The women's mouths parted, their lips sticking together for an instant. Sally licked the palm of her hand and returned it to Ginny's breast. She rubbed the spittle over the stiff point of Ginny's nipple.
Ginny moaned. She locked her lips on Sally's again. Her torso twisted voluptuously, increasing the slippery sensation in her titty. Ginny tried to fit her long, slender thigh between Sally's legs.
Sally shifted her feet. She brought her own knee up against the delicious moistness of Ginny's pussy. The naked lips of Sally's cunt parted, then mashed against Ginny's thigh. Trails of shiny cuntjuice showed on the redhead's pale skin. The puffy mass of Sally's lovemound seemed almost like a live mouth kissing up and down against the easy, rubbing pressure of Ginny's leg.
Sally's thigh rose higher, pressing directly on the base of Ginny's cunt. The indentation around her vagina filled with tight pressed cuntlips. Juice flooded out over Sally's thigh. Sally cooed. Her hand grasped Ginny's tit more firmly.
Rod shook his head frantically. Sweat poured into his eyes. He didn't want to watch, but he didn't dare look away. A feeling of betrayal, then disgust, and finally sheer lust overwhelmed him. He watched Sally bend down and worshipfully kiss Ginny's tits.
One of Sally's hands strayed down to Ginny's pussy. Ginny rubbed her palms across the top of Sally's head, then along the sides of her face. Ginny pulled her shoulders back and thrust her hard-pointed breasts forward.
Sally rimmed the nipple with her tongue. First she laved it with the tip, then she bathed around the center with the flat of her tongue. She held the base of the hot little breast in the semicircle of her fingers and thumb, raising it, forcing it forward. The long nipple pointed up and out. Sally touched the squared-off end with her tongue, then sucked the whole aureole into her mouth.
Ginny moaned. She held Sally's head tight against her pretty little tits. Her hips rolled as sinuously as a water snake, working her pussy against Sally's fingers. The tall redhead soaked up sensation like a sponge. She oohed and aahed, oozed and dribbled, drooled and wiggled to the sensuality of Sally's touched and kisses.
The actions of her fingers and her tongue excited Sally as much as they aroused Ginny. She'd all but forgotten about her tied-up husband. Sally insinuated one finger down the middle of Ginny's crease, then bent the tip. She barely entered the ring of Ginny's pussymouth. Her palm increased its lewd pressure against the tip of the red-furred mound. Sally pushed easily against the hidden trigger of Ginny's clit. A fresh gusher of bubbling cream wet her fingertip. Sally explored the muscular little ring of Ginny's hole.
The flesh there was warm, almost too nice to stand. Sally slipped another finger into Ginny's vagina. She moved the two fingertips alternately, stroking fluid out of the walls. The juice slicked her whole hand, adding to the slippery sensations she pressed into Ginny's clit.
Sally concentrated on Ginny's breasts again. The rotating motion of her fingertips and the suction of Ginny's cuntwalls had reached a steady equilibrium of lust. Sally let her hand go on automatically. She tongued Ginny's nipple.
Sally switched from one breast to the other. The first nipple stood up, hard and rubbery-red. Sally flicked her thumb across the tip, exciting the tissues of Ginny's entire breast. She sucked lustily at the other nipple, arousing it to the same hard heat as the first. Sally reveled in the taste and texture of Ginny's titties. She sucked them like tiny pricks, sliding her lips on the mounds of the breasts, pulling the nipple in and wrapping her tongue around it. Sally felt the warmth in her own pussy increase as she manipulated Ginny's tits.
Ginny couldn't stand much more of it. She slowly sank to her knees. Her hand went to Sally's pussy. She caressed the slick, naked flesh of Sally's cuntlips. Her fingertips insinuated almost immediately into the wet hole. Sally gasped and wriggled closer. She pulled her hand away from Ginny's pussy and lay back, her knees spread high. She wanted to enjoy every second of the handplay.
"Yes, Sally," Ginny cooed. "Yes, roll forward, let me see you." Ginny turned around and straddled Sally's head. "Don't touch me yet, honey," the psychiatrist breathed. "Just let me feel you."
Sally stared up at the tempting, aroused red of Ginny's pussy. She didn't know if she'd be able to keep her hands or her lips off of it. "Please," she whimpered, "Oh, Ginny, I need it ... now!"
Ginny used both hands to part Sally's outer labia. She stroked one long fingernail along each side of Sally's pussy. She the long, red-painted tip down the very edge of the outer labia, then back up the frilly edges of her inner petals. "So pretty, so damn pretty!" she murmured. Ginny tickled the rim of Sally's vagina.
Sally rolled her hips upwards. "Please!" she whined. She put her hands on the nyloned backs of Ginny's long thighs, trying to hold herself back. Her round ass rose off the floor.
Ginny stared down into the meaty slot. The oval mouth of Sally's vagina opened and closed like an eye. The inner walls were bright pink, much lighter and wetter than the outer tissues. Ginny changed hands and touched the inside with her fingertips.
The walls contracted automatically. Sally felt the invasion, and her pussy closed, so quickly she couldn't tell how many fingers Ginny was using. Her pussy seemed half-full. There was enough to activate the sensuous muscle, but not enough to reach further inside.
Ginny worked to remedy that. She moved her single fingertip back and forth. The walls of Sally's vagina kissed at it. The tight ring of muscle pulled out with the stroke then pushed back in. A little of the redder outer flesh turned in when Ginny moved forward. She brought another fingertip into play.
Sally felt the touch. Her pussy opened wider, then closed again. Ginny's fingers were one knuckle deep. Sally pushed up, then fell back to the rug, hoping to force the digits deeper.
Ginny moved her fingers together, then separately. She coaxed more fluid to wet the sopping mouth of Sally's cunt. She felt the lewd heat in her own pussy rising. Ginny added a third finger. She kept them all tight-bunched, probing only a little deeper.
Sally reveled in the increasing fullness in her cunt. She rolled her hips lustily. "More, more, baby," she moaned. Her breasts ached. Sally let go of Ginny's thighs and started kneading her own tits. The big masses of her bosom molded luxuriously to her hands. Sally sighed.
Ginny pushed and pulled, watching the lewd way Sally's pussy sucked at her hand. She brought her pinky in tight, and moved it inside the juicy ring of Sally's cuntmouth. She pushed deeper, then deeper again. Her thumb extended toward Sally's asshole, and Ginny was aroused further by a hope. She brought her thumb up against the base of her clenched fingers. With a twist that made all of Sally's cunt-ring kiss at her hand, she slipped all five fingers into Sally's pussy.
The fullness, the stretching, the sheer incredible heat at her cuntmouth wound Sally up. She bounced her ass up and down on the floor. She could hardly breathe. She had no idea of what Ginny was doing to her pussy, but she begged, "More! Oh, GOD! Give me more, Ginny!"
Ginny pushed. Her whole hand was filled with cuntjuice. She squeezed her fingers tighter, tighter, tighter, then pushed harder. With a slimy, slick stretching of Sally's cuntmouth, her whole fist slipped in.
Ginny thought Sally would go insane. Sally thought she was insane. The ultimate fullness had just popped past her cuntmouth and now a lump of stimulation the size of a skyscraper moved back and forth in her cunt. She squealed. She bounced. Sally let go of her own tits and grabbed Ginny's.
Ginny plumbed deeper. Her fingertips found the slick egglike lump of Sally's womb. Ginny pressed the hard organ back and forth. She spread her fingers wider. Ginny thrust her fingers back and forth. She pulled back until the clenching muscle at the mouth of Sally's pussy clamped on her wrist. She strained the tight ring with her hand, then plunged back in.
The pistoning heat of the strokes inflamed Sally incredibly. She screamed with sheer lust. She was terrified. Her pussy had never been so full, and she'd never felt like her skull would burst with the onrushing heat of her orgasm. Sally felt herself starting to go, and she cut loose.
Her hips flogged up and down on the rug. Her ass-cheeks tightened. She clutched Ginny's tits. Her fingers hooked into claws. Her toes curled. Sally banged her heels up and down on the rug. Her back arched in a huge spasm. She came off the floor, bucking like a swordfish fighting a hook. Her mouth was wide open in a soundless scream.
The tight grip on her hand, the clenching fingers on her tits, and the spectacle of Sally's fantastic come sent Ginny higher. She pushed her fist back and forth in Sally's cunt like a madwoman. She shoved in, then pulled out. The whole ring around her wrist flexed with the strokes. She bucked above Sally, twisting her hips lustily. Just as Sally began to slow down, the first pulses of orgasm hit Ginny.
The redhead tossed her hair back and forth. Her hairdo fell apart. She moved her fist halfway out of Sally's spasming cunt and thrust back in. Her fingers unclenched inside the struggling brunette.
Ginny pulled her hand free of Sally's overstretched cunt.
Sally grabbed Ginny's asscheeks. She pulled herself up, still shaking with the monstrous waves of her orgasm. She forced her face against Ginny's pussy and sucked at the top of the slit. Her nose skidded from Ginny's cuntmouth to her rectum.
Ginny felt the added stimulation. Her pussy clenched down. Her asshole milked at Sally's prodding nose. Her clit exploded, shooting hot sparks all along her nerves. She grabbed Sally's thighs. Ginny buried her face in Sally's snatch.
Both women rolled on the floor. Ginny flopped on her side. Sally followed, then rode on top. She pushed her dripping pussy down against Ginny's face. She gobbled insanely at Ginny's boiling slot.
Ginny couldn't stop it. She didn't want to. She rolled and struggled. She drowned herself joyously in Sally's cunt. Juices and the slick naked flesh of Sally's cuntlips filled her mouth. Ginny sucked a great wad of pussyflesh into her mouth. She speared at Sally's clit with her tongue.
Sally rolled again. She was under Ginny now. She sucked and licked. The strength of her come had tapered off, but she still nuzzled and gobbled with orgasmic intensity. Sally gnawed. She bit. She slipped her lips back and forth on a stretched-out mass of cuntflesh. Red hairs found their way into her throat. Sally didn't care. All that mattered was the cunt in her mouth. She rolled again. They lay on their sides.
Ginny was running out of energy, but not out of desire. She still kissed hungrily at Sally's pussy. She ran her tongue into Sally hole, then slithered it across the tip of her clitty. The meaty wad of flesh she'd sucked up was still hot and wet and stretched. Ginny moved the flaps of Sally's pussy around with her chin. She felt another big wave building up inside her. Ginny took the clit-wad in her lips again.
Sally sucked harder Ginny's pussy. The fistfucking had almost worn her out, but she still had the strength to keep coming. Her orgasm sharpened. Knives of heat sliced along her nerves. Sally felt the big one rise inside her, the comeburst to end all comebursts. She worked at Ginny's clit, urging her partner to faster frenzy.
With a blast that broke their grips on each other, two bursts of orgasmic sensation hit. Sally arched like a bow. Her hands starfished out. Ginny curled in a ball. She felt herself falling away from Sally. She hung over an abyss for long milliseconds, then it hit again.
Sally fought to keep her mind. It was hopeless. Pure sensation drove everything from her brain. Her consciousness failed. She lay flat on her back, rippling with feeling like a flag in the wind. Her out-flung hand touched Ginny's. At arm's length, the women squeezed. They both blacked out.
Chapter Eleven
The whole room reeked of cuntjuice and female sweat. Rod was pissed off, aching, and horny as a stud tomcat. I know more about them than I want to, too, he thought. He looked at Ginny and his wife, spattered on the floor like crash victims. His prick was so hard it was purple. I'm gonna kill 'em, I'm gonna kill 'em both, he told himself. As soon as they let me loose, I'll break their goddamn necks!
After the spectacle he'd just watched, it was no wonder. Every time the memory of Ginny fistfucking his wife floated through his mind, Rod's hands ached. He'd never managed to get more than three fingers into her cunt ... never thought of more. He wanted to shove his hard, aching prick into Ginny and ram his fist in his treacherous wife's twat until his bloated balls exploded. It felt like he had sixty gallons of spunk pent up in his nuts, and he wanted to blast the load into both of them.
Sally's eyes fluttered open. The psychiatrist's head turned toward her. The women smiled at each other. They rolled together, hugging and kissing. "I feel so close to you," Sally murmured.
Ginny petted Sally's curvaceous flank. "I know, love. That was beautiful!" She kissed the tip of Sally's cream-drenched nose.
"Hey, dammit, what about me?" Rod growled. "I can't fuckin' move!"
Sally rolled over to face him. The sleepy, post-orgasmic look on her face changed to a slight smile. "Neither can we, darling." She reached down and touched the shaft of his swollen prick.
"Maybe he needs a cold shower," Ginny suggested. She grinned. "Oh, I'm too weak to drag him in there, though," she added, stretching.
"Be nice, Ginny," Sally said. "I wonder if Rod's learned his lesson?"
"Let me up! Let me UP!" Rod growled. "I'll beat your asses bloody!" Veins stood out in his neck. Veins stood out in his prick. His belly muscles hardened. His cockhead flared painfully wide.
"I guess he hasn't," Ginny said. She crawled to where Sally lay. The redhead leaned around behind Sally and rested her chin in the tuck of the brunette's trim waist. Her hand roved up and down Sally's thigh.
Sally reached back to caress Ginny's shoulder. "If we refuse to let you up until-"
"NOW!" Rod exploded. His face was red. He sputtered.
"-you come, would that be all right?" Sally finished.
"Yes, and which of us would you like, and how?" Ginny inquired. "We had this all worked out, but if you're going to be nasty about it ... "
Rod sagged in his bonds. Everything but his prick went limp. He looked down at the floor ... about two inches. "No, really," Sally asked. "We just wanted to tease you and get you ready, and then make up with you."
Rod's eyes got shifty. He tried his best to not look cunning. He looked like a vacuum cleaner salesman. "Why don't you let me up first? I can't do much tied up like this."
Ginny shook her head. She rose slowly from her reclining position. "Nope. I think I should make love with you first ... or do I excite you more than Sally's pretty little shaved pussy?"
"Why? What does that matter?" Rod snapped.
"Don't get defensive, honey. We just want to keep you going. If you lose it all after the first one, then one of us is left out," Sally said. She looked over her shoulder at Ginny, then back at Rod. "I'd kind of like to see you and Ginny together. It would make me awfully hot." She raised her eyebrows pleadingly.
"Well ... " Rod said. He looked again at the stockinged, high-heeled redhead. "Yeah, if that's what you'd like, Sally."
Ginny didn't wait for Sally's answer. She rose unsteadily and stalked over to where Rod lay. She carefully settled down next to him. With infinite gentleness, she took his prick in her hand and guided it toward her pussy. Ginny raised her left knee and moved forward.
Sally watched from behind. It was arousing to see her husband's familiar cock going into Ginny's pussy. She licked her lips. The inner flesh of Ginny's cunt was still juicily wet from the long dual cunnilingus, and the labia parted easily. Sally watched closely as the head of Rod's prick disappeared into Ginny's pussy.
The meaty warmth of Ginny's pussy was a huge relief for Rod's overstrained prick. He let his body relax, determined to prolong the act as much as he could. He stared down when Ginny moved her hand away. Rod watched as his cockshaft slowly moved into the glistening red nest of her cunthairs. Her outstanding clit was erected enough that he could see the bump of the clitty-hood, and Rod couldn't resist twisting his hips from side to side.
Ginny gasped. "Oooooh, nice," she said approvingly. "Just take it easy, Rod. I'm going to do all the work. Sally's going to help. You lay still. You'll need your energy for her pussy." Ginny rolled her hips further, and the sopping tissues of her cuntwalls drenched his cockhead with fluid.
Sally was amazed at the eroticism of the sight. She touched the back of Ginny's thigh, hinting. Ginny raised her leg further, and Sally stared. So much prick went into Ginny's vagina that Sally could almost feel it herself. Her post-come fatigue evaporated. She touched Rod's balls, pulling the sac up until the heavy orbs touched Ginny's asscleft.
Rod hummed with pleasure. It was almost worth the spanking to have Ginny's cunt absorbing him so lushly. Her long, lusty act with Sally had heated the tissues to a tropical simmer. His cockhead delighted in the sensations. When he felt the ghostly little touch of Sally's fingers on his scrotum, the weighty ache in his nuts faded away. He looked down at Ginny's tits and wished he could suck those inviting nipples.
Ginny saw his glance and smiled. "Maybe a little later, Rod. It would feel nice though, to have your mouth on my breast ... or even my pussy ... while Sally rides up and down on this nice strong prick. Oh, I love feeling your cock in me! It's just right to fill me up, and just the perfect shape for sucking. Would you rather have me suck you off, or do you like my pussy around that big knob?"
Sally's ears burned. Rod answered, "Umm, any way you like it, Ginny, any way at all!" He hunched forward, and his belly hit hers. He looked down again, and Ginny pulled back just far enough that he could see where his shaft disappeared. She ground forward against him, swiveling her hips lewdly.
Sally watched, and she stole her fingers down to her pussy. "Hurry up, Ginny," she whined. "God, I'm getting hotter and hotter watching you!"
"Come over here, Sally," Rod said. "I want to suck your nipples." He ran his tongue around his lips.
Sally undulated across the floor. Her breasts were achy, and the heat in her pussy had infected her nipples. The little brown-pink nuggets were standing half-hard. It would feel nice to get Rod's lips around them.
Sally decided against it. She slipped down between Rod and the couch. She pressed her breasts against him. Her pussy slipped up and down on the tensing mounds of his ass. Sally enjoyed the feeling.
Ginny reached further. Her arms went around Sally. Sally caressed both her husband and Ginny. She felt the chill of Rod's sweating asscheeks sending a delicious coolness to her pussylips, then to her clit. Sally rubbed up, then pushed her hips forward and slid down. The tip of her clitty contacted his bottom.
Sally wriggled with sensuous joy. She felt the warmth of Ginny's touch, the cool of Rod's ass, and the growing shivers radiating from her pussy. She was hot and happy.
Rod moved a little further. Ginny's pussysleeve milked at his cock like a loving, toothless mouth. Her talented cuntwalls made sucking motions with every out-stroke of his cock, then separated greasily when he entered again. He pushed his ass back against the slippery naked warmth of Sally's pussy. His shoulders twisted, and he felt himself as the filling in a sweet, hot female sandwich. Breasts and hands and slippery-warm pussyflesh seemed to touch every part of him.
Ginny moved back and forth on Rod's prick. She felt him stiffening. Ginny made her pussymouth squeeze down. She wanted to feel him bucking, spurting semen into her pussy, and it had to be soon. Ginny wanted to be sure that Rod had enough stiff, lusty energy left for Sally. Ginny looked across Rod's shoulder to Sally's happy face.
Sally sensed the growing tightness in Rod's hips. She pushed a little harder against him. Her breasts mashed into pillows of love on his back. She rubbed her cuntmound on his hips. Her nipples swiveled on his shoulders. Sally reached out and pulled Ginny close. She kissed the tall redhead.
Rod felt the buzzing, whirling tension in his balls moving up. It concentrated at the head of his cock. His wife actually enjoyed watching him fuck another woman! Rod shoved back against her pussy, then rammed forward into Ginny's. A flood of semen jetted from his cockhead.
Ginny took it, rising and falling in a long, easy orgasm. She milked up and down his prick until the spurting stopped, then opened her eyes. She stared into Sally's face.
Sally smiled back. She untangled her arms from Rod's neck and Gino's shoulders. She waited until the redhead had stepped shyly back from Rod's deflating prick to make the announcement. "Rod?"
"Yes, honey?" he smiled.
"We're going to have to buy a bigger bed."
Rod blinked. "What? Just more for the cats to sleep on." He furrowed his forehead, trying to look stern. It's hard to look fearsome with two such lusty naked women trying to drain your balls completely. He didn't succeed.
"Ginny would like to move in with us." Sally smiled at him and curled down to suck his prick into hardness again.
"But ... " Rod began, confused.
"I'm pretty good at housework, too, Rod," Ginny said. She knelt behind Sally's upthrust buttocks and bent over. Rod had just started to agree when her glossy-wet lips sealed his mouth. She searched every tooth in his head, fenced with his tongue, and withdrew. "Besides, how often do you get a chance to spank two bottoms as nice as ours?"
Sally took her lascivious mouth off his prick. "We'll talk about the advantages later, Ginny, Right now, he has to put up with the consequences." Sally turned her bound husband onto his back and settled her pussy over his prick.
