The overwhelming problems people face in the course of their lives can frequently lead them to commit acts they would never consider under normal circumstances.
There is the employee who, laid off from his job, stoops to theft in order to feed his family, the witness who perjures himself in order to save a friend; the athlete who, under pressure to perform well, takes drugs.
Claudine Darrow, an attractive young housewife in this story, is one of these desperate people, for her problem-a failing relationship with her husband-leads her into the arms of strangers, compelling her to flit from one bed to another in an orgy of hedonistic excess.
Her story is that of a woman struggling desperately for happiness, for some way to save her marriage and self-respect.
RAPED BITCH WIFE-a novel about one of the problems facing modern society and a reflection of our times.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Claudine Darrow stalked into the house in front of her husband and fumed. After yet another neighborhood party, they were having a violent quarrel.
Donald locked the doors and turned out the downstairs light. He followed the shapely brunette up the stairs and into their bedroom.
"I was only talking to her," he said.
She whirled around and faced him, green slanted eyes blazing. "You were coming on to her," she said. "Don't treat me as if I were a moron. I know a pass when I see one. How come you never make a pass at me? Or is it because you only get excited by hookers?"
Flouncing off to the bathroom, she picked her skirt up, pulled her panties down and plopped down on the toilet to pee. Donald followed her, his eyes downcast.
"Florie Anderson is not a hooker," he said.
Claudine expelled a thick stream of piss and deliberately pulled her skirt up to her waist so that Donald could see her creamy thighs and thick pussy. She stroked her cunt-bush and smirked.
"She's the neighborhood hooker, even if she doesn't take money. And she was giving you a hard-on. How come I can't give you a hard-on any more without wearing my jaws out?"
Donald Darrow, impatient now and weary of the argument, slapped his wife and turned around and returned to the bedroom. "I'm not going to fight with you," he said in his coldest voice.
Claudine reached over and slammed the door shut. "Go to hell!" she yelled.
She sat on the toilet a long time, rubbing her cheek and thinking about the evening. It was years since Donald had been really excited by her. Maybe she'd made a mistake persuading him to marry her five years ago. He'd warned her he wasn't the marrying kind. He'd told her his first marriage had soured him on a long-term commitment. Still, she'd persisted and now here she was-frustrated and angry and unfulfilled.
But the sex had been so sweet in the beginning. And nothing in her upbringing prepared her for living in what they used to call sin.
So she'd tried to become interested in volunteer work and even worked for a time. Donald didn't want children just yet and neither did she. But something was missing and she knew what it was. Donald had no zest for her any more. He only seemed excited by strange women. And she'd heard more than one rumor from a so-called well-meaning friend that he fooled around a lot.
A year ago she'd started cheating too. She'd fucked everything in pants but lately she'd become more discreet. But she still fucked around a lot, especially with young studs. She loved teenagers with big muscles and underdeveloped brains. No conversation for me, she thought now with a giggle. Just fuck me hard and long and save the talk for the cheerleaders.
I'm getting to be just like a man, she thought. I'm interested in mindless, well-hung fuck-machines. Well, why not? For centuries men have been turned-on by big-titted, big-assed, brainless wonders. Why should women be any different?
Now she quickly wiped her pussy and rose up from the toilet. She washed her hands and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She had big tits and a big ass and a nicely rounded belly. She wondered how much longer she'd be able to attract teenagers. Five years, maybe ten years. Her body was holding up well. She played tennis regularly and did a half hour of exercises every morning, yes, I can still pass for nineteen or twenty, she thought, if I don't stand in sunlight.
She made noise returning to the bedroom and deliberately turned on the radio to get the weather report. Donald pumped up his pillow and glared at her and then buried his face against his arm.
"We're going out with the Stantons tomorrow night," she said.
"Yeah," he mumbled.
"So if you go out cat-hounding, remember to be home by seven."
He didn't answer and she turned off the lamp next to the bed and crawled under the covers. She turned her back to him and moved a hand to her pussy. She was wet, wet and hot. With her index finger, she quickly brought herself off and within five minutes she slept soundly.
* * *
At three o'clock the following day Claudine answered a knock at the back door and discovered the tow-headed newspaper delivery boy, Bobby Fenton, standing in the doorway. Standing nearby was a boy she didn't know, a younger smaller boy with dark hair.
Bobby mumbled that he'd come to collect his money and his friend, Ronny, was along to learn the ropes. Claudine smiled and opened the door.
"Come in guys," she said. "I'll get my purse."
She went upstairs for her wallet and returned to the kitchen to find the boys giggled and blushing. "He just told a dopey joke," Bobby said.
"I did not," Ronny said. "Anyway, you said she was beautiful."
"I did not," Bobby protested.
"Why, that's a lovely thing to say," Claudine said as she handed Bobby his money. "I'm terribly flattered. Would you boys like some milk and cookies?"
"Okay," Bobby said.
Claudine was about to reach into the refrigerator when she saw them giggling from the corner of her eye. "Okay, what's going on here?" she said.
"Ronny says he'd like to fuck you," Bobby chuckled.
"I did not!" Ronny hissed. "It was your idea!"
The boys dissolved into giggles and Claudine tapped her foot and gazed from one to the other. "My husband is at work," she said. "Actually, it's not a bad idea." She cocked an eyebrow at Bobby. "But maybe we better wait a few years for you to grow up."
"We're old enough now," Bobby said, staring boldly at her tits.
Claudine thought for a moment. They were certainly big enough and muscular enough. Donald would probably come home late and they would rush around dressing for their date with the Stantons. If she let the boys stay and took them to bed, she would have a satisfied pussy when Donald came home. Maybe she wouldn't be so grouchy.
"Come on with me before I change my mind," she said, yanking at Bobby's hand and flouncing out of the kitchen.
The boys followed her up the stairs and into the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Ronny blushed furiously and huddled in the doorway.
"Come on in and get undressed," Claudine said impatiently. "There's plenty of room, but I don't want to take all day." w
Bobby motioned toward Ronny and the two boys began stripping their clothes off. Claudine wiggled out of her tight jeans and tee-shirt and gazed at the boys as they undressed. Their bodies were almost hairless and their skin was baby-smooth.
Well, it's too late to stop now, she thought with a shrug as she slid her filmy bikini panties down her ass and stepped out of them.
Meanwhile Ronny removed his jeans, but kept his shorts and tee-shirt on. He slumped against the edge of the bed and stared at her, his dark eyes wide and sparkling.
"Are you sure you're not a virgin?" Claudine said.
The teenager blushed crimson and Bobby snickered. "Yeah, he's cherry. But he'll catch on quick."
Claudine groaned.
Bobby moved to her side and boldly reached out and flicked his fingertips over her cunt. "I coached him," he said in a whisper. "I've had plenty of experience and I told him what to do." He stood erect and proud and his cock swayed in front of his belly.
"Well, I see you're already at half-mast," Claudine giggled, waving at his crotch. "I sure hope you know what you're doing."
Ronny blushed furiously and turned away. Claudine moved past Bobby and walked over to where Ronny was standing. She urged him to sit more comfortably and put her arm around his shoulder. She hugged him against her and stuck her naked tit into his arm.
"I just know that under those baggy shorts in a nice hard-on, all for me," she said, gazing meaningfully at the bulge in his crotch. "Aren't you going to show it to me?"
The boy grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, sure, I guess so."
Hugging him quickly, the horny housewife yanked his shorts down and revealed his prick. She tensed up when she saw how small and limp it was, but deciding to make the best of a bad situation, she curled her fingers around his shaft and squeezed.
The boy swallowed convulsively and his eyes darted everywhere, but at her face. And his cock grew thick and stiff in her hand. Thank God! she thought.
"You're getting nice and hard and big," she said softly, circling two fingers around the root of his prick.
His cockshaft jerked and twitched and his cockhead leaked whitish fluid. On an impulse, Claudine dropped to her knees in front of the teenager and touched her full lower lip to his piss-slit.
Ronny's body convulsed slightly and he stared at her intently as she told him to take his shirt off. He quickly pulled his tee-shirt over his head and she tongued the moist tip of his prick and gazed at his hairless chest and tiny nipples.
She slid her hands over his hips and began licking all over his prick and balls. "Has anyone ever done this to you before?" she said.
The boy choked and Bobby answered. "Naw, he hasn't done anything like this before."
"I see," Claudine purred, sucking the boy's ball-bag into her mouth and releasing it wet with her saliva.
She nibbled lightly on the wrinkled skin covering his nuts and worked the top of her tongue over the line running down the middle of his sac. Then she worked her way up his cockshaft until her tongue fluttered over the flared rim of his knob.
Bobby sat on the edge of the bed next to them, his legs dangling as he watched. Ronny leaned back, putting his weight on his hands and barely breathing as Claudine hovered over his lap and sucked his cock.
"Can I suck your cunt while you blow him?" Bobby said in an excited voice. "All you have to do is spread your legs, Mrs. Darrow. I'll get down behind you and do the rest."
Claudine nodded, her mouth filled with Ronny's swelling prick. Bobby stretched out on his back on the floor and wedged his head under her ass.
She couldn't see what he was doing, but she could feel it when he began kissing her pussy. She shivered and hungrily munched on Ronny's cock while Bobby gently kissed the outer lips of her pussy.
She took Ronny's cock all the way into her throat, turned-on by the feel of Bobby's lips on her pussy. She bobbed her head up and down and her long, straight, black hair tickled Ronny's thighs.
When she felt Bobby's tongue dart around the folds of her cunt, she sighed and when he forced his tongue-tip into her cunthole, she shivered and moaned.
"Shit, your cunt tastes good," Bobby said, wetly lapping at her juice-drenched cunt. "You're real juicy too!"
It was true. Her slippery juice poured out of her cunt-channel and soon the boy's lips glistened with the slick cream. Instead of being turned off by the flow, he groaned and buried his face more firmly against her pussy.
"Try and stick your tongue in there," she said, concentrating on the tiny stretch of sensitive skin under Ronny's cock-knob.
"Jesus, wow, it's going in!" Bobby cried.
"I'm sticking it in and your cunt is sucking on it!"
Claudine sucked eagerly on the younger boy's prick, running her tongue around his piss-slit and down to his fur mat, but she was almost sorry it was Ronny she was sucking. It would be nice to do sixty-nine with Bobby. He certainly seemed more experienced than Ronny, who was just sitting back and letting her do all the work.
The younger boy finally spoke. "That's real good, Mrs. Darrow," he said, timidly touching her hair.
"I thought you'd died," Claudine said. "Get your hands on my tits. Do something."
He slid his hands down to her hanging tits and tentatively toyed with her nipples while she ran her tongue back and forth over his cockhead. She tightened her lips around the rim under his knob and began jacking him off.
She worked her fingers steadily and the rigid bar of his prick twitched beneath her touch. She was trying to bring him off so she could turn her attention to Bobby. Why break in a cherry if she didn't have to?
At that exact moment, Bobby unknowingly collaborated with her. He pulled his face away from her cunt and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
"Can I fuck you now, Mrs. Darrow?" he f said.
Claudine dropped Ronny's prick from her mouth and gazed back at Bobby. "You bet."
She climbed onto the bed and stretched out on her back. She spread her legs and pulled her knees back, planting her feet on the bed and showing him her saliva-wet cunt.
Ronny looked disappointed, but he rolled onto his side to watch as Bobby climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between Claudine's legs.
When Claudine noticed the disappointed expression on the boy's face, she relented.
"Come here," she said and motioned toward her tits. "Get on top of me and I'll finish sucking you off." And to Bobby she said, "Don't stop. Get over here and fuck me."
Bobby had looked worried, but now he smiled and crouched between her parted thighs. She tilted her ass up and raised her pussy and he fumbled around, stabbing his cock against her cunt.
Her slick juices made it easy for him to enter her. His expression was intent as he shoved his narrow boyish hips forward and parted her cuntlips with his prick.
Meanwhile, Ronny had straddled her tits and was sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. She could no longer see Bobby since
Ronny blocked her vision, but it didn't matter. The boy's cock was balls-deep inside her and he was steadily slamming it in and out of her excited pussy.
"Fuck me!" she hissed through a mouthful of prick-meat. "Give it to me hard!"
She raised her ass off the mattress and pumped back at his thrusting cock. Her hungry cunt sucked at his teenaged cock and the boy's face contorted as he fucked her.
"Jesus, Mrs. Darrow, I never felt anything like this!" he said. He dug his fingers into her doughy asscheeks and pistoned his cock in and out of her snapping cunt.
She whipped her hips back and forth and sucked vigorously on Ronny's prick. With every thrust of Ronny's ass, his balls slapped her chin. The double penetration was wonderful! Her only unattended hole was her asshole. Maybe another time, she thought with a giggle. Maybe Bobby's got another friend.
Now she pumped Ronny's cock pole and sucked hungrily on his prick-knob. She wanted to finish him off so she could concentrate on Bobby. Her fingers flew up and down his cock-rod and Bobby humped her in a frenzy. She felt her own orgasm begin as it usually did, in her throat, and she thrust her feverish cunt at Bobby's stroking prick.
She strained and twitched and bucked her hips as the sensations of her orgasm engulfed her. Ronny cried out, his ass flattening her heaving tits as his sweet spunk spurted out of the tip of his prick.
He filled her mouth with his juice and she swallowed it down and continued sucking. When the boy rolled over onto his belly to rest, she draped her legs over Bobby's shoulders and shuddered through another intense orgasm.
CHAPTER TWO
When Claudine awakened the next morning, she was amazed to find Donald sitting up in bed with his cock in his hand. "What have we here?" she yawned.
"If you're going to get sarcastic, you can go back to sleep."
She moved closer and draped his arm around her neck. "Mmmmm, that's nice." She eyed his hard-on. "How's it coming?"
"I can use a little help," he said, grabbing her hand and wrapping her fingers around his meat.
"Clara Stanton acted like she wouldn't mind wrapping her lips around this thing," she cooed sweetly. "She was all over you last night."
"I didn't notice," Donald said, leaning his head back. "Why don't you just shut up and suck it?"
She snuggled down and took his cockhead between her lips. "Poor darling," she said. "Your own wife can't get you hard."
"Shit!" he hissed. "How can a guy get hard married to a bitch like you?"
She curled her fingers around his cockshaft and nibbled on his cock-knob. "I wonder if Clara is sucking Ed off right about now?" she mused. "Or do you suppose she's jerking off and thinking about you?"
Donald flinched, but kept his eyes shut tight. "Any guy who envies me is crazy," he muttered.
Claudine tightened the grip of her lips on his cockhead and moved just his cock skin up and down his half-limp shaft. "Who's envious of you?" she mumbled.
"Ed Stanton, the asshole."
"What did he say?" She lapped her tongue lightly back and forth over his pisser.
"He thinks you've got a great ass," he said.
"Did you tell him you were tired of it?" She fluttered her tongue from his cocktip to his balls.
"Take it in your mouth," he said.
"You're changing the subject, darling," she said, but her pussy was hot and wet and she was anxious to get fucked.
"You're not sucking hard enough," he said.
Claudine's temper flared. She spit his cock out and turned to switch on the remote control of the television. "Suck it yourself!" she snapped.
"Get back here!" he said, grabbing her and flipping her back around.
She almost fell out of her nightgown. She looked up at him coldly but pursed her lips and rubbed them up and down his thickening prick.
She slid her lips down to the base of his prick and fondled his balls. His cock twitched and jerked and she relaxed. Thank God the jerk was getting hard. Her jaws still ached from her orgy with the paper boys.
She gathered saliva in hr mouth and bathed his prick in its warmth. She mouth-fucked him hard and sucked the drops of jizz out of his piss-slit.
She was stunned when he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up. "Let's fuck," he said.
"How romantic," she said, gazing at the rosy head of his prick. His stalk was fully erect and it thrust up and hit his belly.
"You want romance, you should have stayed single," he said, kneeling in the middle of the bed. "Lay down."
Claudine grasped his prick and felt it throbbing on the palm of her hand. She lay down on her back in Donald's favorite position and raised her satin nightgown to her waist. She spread her legs and raised her knees and Donald took his position between her thighs.
He placed his cock against the pliant entrance to her cunt and pushed. His cock popped right inside her lubricated pussy and his balls nudged her asshole.
He stretched out on top of her, crushing her tits with his chest. He kissed her, forcing her mouth open with his tongue and darting it over hers.
They french-kissed for a few moments and she wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed. Sometimes it was almost good but wouldn't last, it never did. When they were through, they would only fight again.
She hooked her legs around his back and moaned as he thrust in and out of her cunt. She sucked on his tongue and pressed her tits against his hairy chest.
His cock throbbed inside her and turned her knees to jelly. Tiny cries of passion escaped her lips and he sank his teeth into her neck.
When he stroked, she forgot everything but the two of them. The bedsprings creaked as he thrust, in and out, in and out. He fucked her pussy and she tongued his mouth. She writhed her ass on the bed, clinging to him with every fiber of her being.
His cock fit snugly inside her still-tight cunt. His cock hair rasped against her clit and sent chills raging up and down her spine. It was like the old days when he'd still enjoyed fucking her. Maybe things would change. Anything was possible.
Now his bulbous cockhead was the only part of his prick inside her. He raised his body and hovered over her, and then stroked his entire cock back into her pussy.
This time he battered her, sawing in and out of her pussy with abandon. His eyes were tightly shut and his lips contorted in a grimace of lust. The shaft of his prick stimulated her clit and she felt her climax coming.
This fuck was so much better than the fuck she'd had with Bobby and Ronny. She cried out as her climax washed over her. She sobbed and bit down hard on Donald's lower lip.
"Oh, honey, so good!" she cried. "So good! Fuck me, honey! Keep on fucking me! Oh, God, so good! So good!"
He continued slamming into her, but something had changed. His face had lost its depraved expression. Now he looked tense and anxious to finish.
His belly slapped hers and his coarse cock bush ground into her softer pussy muff. But his enthusiasm had lessened. Was it something she had said?
When his balls tickled her asshole, it no longer pleased her. His prick still penetrated her deeply, but she found herself wishing he would finish and leave her alone.
All feeling of passion left her. The swift and deep thrust of his cock irritated her sensitive pussy lining and she moved her legs off his back and barely pumped up to meet his strokes.
"Move!" he growled, slapping her hard.
She almost wept, but controlled her temper. She tried to feign excitement, but he knew her too well.
"What's the matter?" he snapped. "Nothing."
"Then move, damn you or I'll hit you again."
She tried twisting her cunt around his prick. She tightened her pussy muscles around his cock-base on the in-stroke in an attempt to give him pleasure and hurry him along. She gasped and moaned, trying to forget her hurt and give the impression of being aroused. But he knew better.
"You little bitch, move your ass!" he raged, slamming into her so forcefully her teeth rattled.
Incredibly she came again and this orgasm washed over her and made her tremble all over. He fucked her ruthlessly, his cock whipping in and out of her body with no thought to her pleasure.
It hurt. His cock felt like it was splitting her in two and she wondered if he was trying to injure her. How can he hate me this much? she thought. Maybe I do have a bad temper, but I haven't been such a bad wife. He's the one who rejected me in the first place. I didn't reject him.
He came then, his cock bursting inside her and filling her with the warmth of his Jism.
* * *
"If you were my wife, I wouldn't let you out of my sight," the big burly man said in a husky voice as he yanked his zipper down.
Claudine had met Bart Brady in the parking lot of the local liquor store. She'd bumped his fender and they'd exchanged names and phone numbers. Then, almost without a word, he'd put her into his car and they'd driven to a motel.
Now she stared at him as he withdrew the long, thick slab of cockmeat from his fly. It appeared to be totally hard and his cockhead was huge and bloated.
"Get down on your knees, honey, and give me a blow-job!" he said.
"You could say please," Claudine said sarcastically. She shook her head as she glanced into his eyes. "Has anyone ever choked to death on that monster?"
He snickered nastily, taking his cockshaft in his hand and waving it at her face. "Why don't you try it?"
Claudine dropped to her knees in front of him and gazed at his prickmeat. He had one of the biggest cocks she'd ever seen. It stood out of his fly like a lead pipe and his massive prick knob leaked a steady stream of spunk. His cockskin was pulled taut across his prick and looked like it might burst. There were bluish veins running up and down his cockshaft and as he frigged himself, the tiny veins jumped around.
She felt terribly excited, and somewhat nervous. Bart Brady was tough. He didn't just look tough, he talked tough and Claudine knew instinctively he had a cruel streak.
"You've got a big mouth," he said, gripping the trunk of his prick and squeezing it. "Why don't you do something with it besides yapping?"
"I'm going to," she said coldly as she moved her lips closer to his crotch. "Don't rush me."
"That's better," he said in a menacing tone. His shaft twitched and he chuckled. "It's welcoming you, sister. It's saying hello."
The horny brunette faced his twitching cockshaft and gripped it with one hand. His piss-slit gaped open when she squeezed his prick-knob and a huge glob of whitish cream oozed obscenely from it.
At this point she no longer cared that the man was a lout. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. They were both here for the same thing-to get their rocks off.
Opening her jaws wide, she clasped her lips around the thickness of his stalk and sucked on the juicy tip of his cockhead. Brady sucked in his breath and sighed deeply, thrusting his hands in his pockets and throwing his head back.
At one point he tangled his thick fingers in her long straight hair and pulled her violently against his pulsating cock.
"What a sweet mouth," he said. "Suck it nice and hard and I'll give you a good long fuck!"
Excited by the size of his cock and the taste of his spunk, Claudine tightened her fingers around his cock root and jerked him off while she licked and kissed and sucked his bloated cock-knob. Her raunchy cunt was damp and hot and her tits bounced around inside her flimsy bra and tee-shirt.
"Take that stuff off!" he hissed. "Let me have a look at those big titties of yours while you suck me."
Claudine reached inside her tee-shirt and unhooked her bra. She released his cock briefly while she pulled her shirt over her head. Her tits bounced around freely and she slipped her bra off her shoulders and let them sway back and forth. She cupped them with her hands and gazed at Brady with her slanted eyes.
He pushed her hands aside and began hungrily kneading and squeezing her soft, pliant tits. In a moment her nipples had stiffened and tiny cries of excitement escaped her throat. She began pumping his cock again, taking his prick-knob into her mouth and jerking him off.
"We're gonna fuck now," he said gruffly as he tweaked her nipples.
She felt her cuntlips throb and overflow with juices and she sucked more eagerly on his prick. She was half-inclined to bring him off in her mouth and then hope he'd go down on her.
"That's enough," he said, shoving her back so forcefully she fell onto her ass on the floor.
She sat still and watched him unhook his belt-buckle and yank his pants and shorts off. She rose up quickly when he-climbed onto the bed and he ripped her shorts and panties off before she could protest.
"Get on your hands and knees!" he barked. "Shit, my cock's so fucking hard it's killing me!"
"Why on my hands and knees?" she said, suspicious.
"You worry too much," he said, slapping her ass. "Get over there!"
"If you're planning on fucking me in the ass, please be careful," she said, rolling onto her hands and knees with her ass in the air.
He slapped her ass again and crouched behind her. "I'm no animal."
He chuckled, squeezing her asscheeks and dipping two fingers into her cunt. "What a juicy little broad you are."
He roughly stroked his fingers up and down her cuntslit. She craned her neck and stared back at him.
"I'm not crazy about being called a broad," she said.
"Shit, what tits!" he muttered, prying her asscheeks apart. "How about, slut? You like slut better, slut?"
"Oh, go to hell!" she said, grabbing a pillow and burying her face against it.
"Don't bullshit me, sister," he said. "This is the wettest pussy I've seen in a long time."
It was true. Claudine didn't remember when she'd been more turned-on, despite her fear. Her inner thighs were drenched with pussy-juice and she was ready for a good fucking. She almost wept as she lay on her hands and knees like an animal and waited for the burly man to fuck her.
He thrust the palm of his hand over her drooling cunt.
"Any minute, sister," he said as she wriggled her ass at him.
He pried her asscheeks apart and a moment later she felt his huge cockhead pressing into the puckered ring of her ass. She picked her head up and twisted her neck.
"No!"
"Here it goes!" he said ignoring her and clenching his teeth as his massive cockhead popped inside her rubbery ass-ring.
"Ouch!" she said. "Oh, God, you're killing me! Take it out!"
With a convulsive thrust, Brady plunged his giant cock into her bowels. She felt impaled by him and for a moment the pain was excruciating. Then it quickly receded and was replaced by incredible pleasure, pleasure she couldn't deny.
He leaned over and closed his hands over her swaying, doughy tits. He stroked his cock in and out of her ass chute while he milked her tits.
With every thrust, his cock sank more deeply inside her asshole and he worked his hips almost gracefully as he fucked her ass.
"You love it, don't you, slut?"
"Yes, I love it!" she cried. "I love it! Do it harder!"
Chuckling lewdly, he began pounding the entire length of his prick into her asshole. The tight muscles of her ass contracted around his prickshaft as he battered her.
"Feels good, huh?" he said, leaning down and hissing in her ear.
"Yes, it feels good!" she said through clenched teeth.
She humped her ass frantically to meet his thrusts, he reamed her with jarring strokes of his cock and she loved it. She moved a hand to her pussy and frantically rubbed her clit and Brady squeezed her jiggling tits as he stabbed his cock in and out of her asshole.
"That's right, sister, play with yourself," he said. "Bring yourself off, you slut!"
Claudine came as she thrust two fingers all the way inside her pussy. She cried out, but no words came. When Brady's prick stiffened inside her ass and she felt his balls tighten when they slapped her, she knew he would come soon. He did, his load shooting out of his pisser and filling her bowels with its warmth.
CHAPTER THREE
"You've got the most gorgeous tits," Clara Stanton said to Claudine as they sat together on the large white sofa in the Stanton living room. She glanced toward her husband, Ed, who was sitting in a nearby lounge chair and watching the two women. "Doesn't she, Eddie?"
"Sure does," Ed Stanton said with a lopsided grin. "Always thought so. But it's her ass I'm really crazy about. Always did love that bucket of yours, Claudine."
Claudine beamed at the couple. When she and Donald had been invited to dinner at the Stantons, she'd expected a quiet, maybe even a boring evening. But after dinner Donald had received a call and had quickly left the house and Claudine had been so angry she'd downed three brandies.
When she was too drunk to walk a straight line, the Stantons had urged her to get comfortable. In no time the three of them were undressed and lounging around the living room, giggling and listening to rock music on the stereo.
"I never thought you'd want to join us," Clara said in her ear.
"What?" Claudine said.
Clara moved a hand over the patch of fur between Claudine's legs. Claudine jerked back, but then sat perfectly still when she felt Clara's fingers on the puddle emanating from her pussy.
"I'll give you a tongue-bath," Clara whispered. Clara was blonde and blue-eyed and had a terrific body. She pushed her tits against Claudine's arm. Claudine motioned toward Ed.
"What about him?" she said.
Both women glanced at Ed Stanton. Ed was medium height and thin with a nice smile and a hairy chest. He sprawled in his easy chair, his pants on the floor next to his chair and his shorts bunched up around his ankles. He was pulling on his prick and staring at Claudine's tits.
"What about him?" Clara giggled as her husband jerked on his cock.
"Is he going to watch?" Claudine whispered.
"Hey, don't blow your wad, honey," Clara giggled as Ed beat his meat more forcefully. "Get over here and let us do that." She stroked Claudine's pussy and beamed at the younger woman. "I really never thought you'd do it with us," she repeated. "He'll do more than watch us, honey."
"Do what?" Claudine said. "What didn't you think I'd do with you?"
"Swing," Clara said. "I always figured you and Donald got a little outside action, but I never thought you'd want to do it with us."
"You never know," Claudine hiccupped. The room floated around her in a haze. "God bless brandy!" She giggled.
"You want me to join you, huh?" Ed said, waving his cock in their direction. "You bored with pussy already?"
"No, darling, but I always love a nice stiff cock," Clara said.
Dropping his prick, Ed rose up and let his cock sway in front of him. His hard-on was big-not huge, but nice. It danced around as Ed moved toward the sofa. His cockhead was dripping juice and was purple with lust.
He wedged himself between the two women on the sofa and began fondling Claudine's tits.
"Why don't we get into bed?" he said when his free hand met his wife's as she worked over Claudine's pussy.
They climbed off the sofa and Clara grabbed the brandy bottle as they trooped upstairs to the master bedroom. The Stantons were part of the established crowd in town. Ed's family had money and Clara's father was a prominent attorney. Claudine was flattered by the attention, dizzy from the booze-and convinced that Donald was with Florie Anderson right this moment!
"I love to fuck," Clara giggled as she stretched out on her back, her long, shapely legs wide spread to reveal her golden-thatched cunt.
Claudine was fascinated by the woman's wantonness. Maybe it was true that the rich were depraved. She stared at the jungle between Clara's legs. Her muff was thick and curly, just the kind of muff Donald would like to dive into.
She wondered then if Donald had ever fucked Clara. Why not? she thought wryly. He's fucked everyone else in town.
"Claudine," Clara moaned, extending her arms in Claudine's direction.
"What?" Claudine said.
"Suck my cunt," Clara said.
Claudine blanched. "What?"
"Come on and lick my pussy," Clara murmured softly.
A feeling of revulsion raced through Claudine as she listened to Clara's plea. She had been expecting Clara to suck her cunt. The older woman had intimated that she wanted to eat her. It was one thing to be sucked off by another woman but it was quite another thing to be the one doing the sucking.
"I think our little friend here is reluctant to go down on you, hon," Ed said.
"It's not that," Claudine said, but it was. Even as the fragrance of Clara's pussy reached her nostrils, she found herself turned off.
"Then what is it?" Clara whispered. "I have a very sweet-tasting cunt, don't I, Eddie?"
"Sure do, honey," Ed said. He leaned against the leather headboard and slowly stretched his prick. "All the other girls like it." He winked at Claudine and rolled his eyes.
"Oh, do me," Clara said, taking Claudine's hand and forcing her fingers over her pussy. "See? You've got me all excited. See how wet I am? Come on and lick me. Give me some tongue."
Claudine decided not to argue. In her life she'd done a lot of crazy things. Why not this? She'd get used to the smell in time.
Rolling onto her belly, she hovered over Clara's crotch and pinned her long hair back so it wouldn't fall into her eyes.
"Here goes," she said, tentatively rubbing her cheek against Clara's thighs.
"Your hair's tickling me," Clara giggled. "It feels good."
"Give her some head, sexy," Ed said, lying on his side next to Claudine and stroking her ass.
"Oooooh, Eddie," Clara said. "You've got a good view of her ass."
"Sure do," he said in his soft voice. "Do you take it in here?"
"Yes," Claudine said breathlessly. "I take it everywhere you can give it to me."
Ed chuckled softly as his fingers dipped into her ass crease. "Start sucking Clara's cunt and I'll fuck you wherever you want it," he said.
Claudine held her breath as she stared down at Clara's cunt. The blonde's cuntlips were slick with her juices and the whitish fluid filled her cunthole. Her eyes were narrowed with excitement and she rocked her ass back and forth.
"Give me your tongue!" Clara begged.
Suddenly Claudine felt Ed's hand on her neck as he gently urged her to bend over. In a moment she found herself inches away from Clara's pussy. The heady aroma of her pussy almost caused Claudine to pass out.
"Sniff it in," Ed whispered. "You'll see. It's a turn-on."
She forced herself to inhale. Ed caressed her ass and incredibly she found herself enjoying the pungent smell of Clara's cunt. By now Clara's curly haired pussy was an inch from her nose and she salivated at the prospect of licking it.
Her heart pounded as she extended the tip of her tongue in preparation for her entrance into the world of lesbianism. She told herself women had been doing it since the beginning of time and men did it to her all the time. How bad could it be? Men seemed to love it. Would it taste any worse than a spurting cock? God knows, I love nothing more than a spurting cock, she thought.
Still she avoided Clara's pussy by running the tip of her moist pink tongue along the velvety insides of her thighs. She licked up and down and around in circles, leaving a trail of warm spit in her wake.
Clara writhed her ass on the mattress and Ed began tonguing Claudine's asscheeks. It felt so good Claudine eagerly and mindlessly licked Clara's pussy thicket. It felt soft and crinkly on her tongue and Clara's cunt-juice indeed tasted good.
"I think she's got it," Ed said and Clara rested her legs on Claudine's shoulders and grabbed her hair.
"Give me some tongue!" she whimpered, clamping her plump thighs around Claudine's head. "Give me some tongue!"
Claudine became more and more aroused as she moved her tongue closer to the slick meat of Clara's cunt. She flicked her tongue over the blonde's protruding clit. It stood up at the top of Clara's pussy gash like a tiny cock. Clara squealed and quivered visibly as Claudine fluttered her tongue-tip back and forth over the excited little nub.
Claudine drooled onto Clara's cunt and Ed spit into Claudine's asscrack and licked her asshole. Claudine fingered Clara's cunthole and plunged her tongue over her mushy cunt-folds.
Clara moaned deep in her throat, her head rolling back and forth on the pillow and her face contorted with lust.
"What an ass!" Ed said as he tongued Claudine's asshole. "Now this is what I call an ass!"
"Take my clit in your mouth!" Clara said. "Take it between your teeth and bite on it. Gently! Oh, yes, gently! There, that's right. Oh, God, that's good!"
Claudine held the blonde's clit between her front teeth and bit down gently. She thrust her index finger in and out of Clara's pussy-hole and flicked her tongue over her imprisoned clit.
She was so aroused from licking and sucking Clara's cunt that she became less aware of Ed's tongue and lips on her asshole. It was a few minutes before she was aware that he was no longer licking her ass but lapping his big floppy tongue over her cunt.
His hot tongue was at work on her' cunt while she flicked her tongue faster and more vigorously across and up and down Clara's cuntslit. Clara squirmed her ass and pulled hard on Claudine's hair but the brunette didn't mind. Clara's hips bounced wildly and she raised her legs in the air and pounded her feet on Claudine's back as she tried to get as much friction as possible on her lust-crazed cunt.
With a vigor induced by incredible arousal, Claudine fluttered her hot tongue from Clara's bloated clit to the cream-drenched lips protruding and protecting her cunthole. With no hesitation now, she forced her tongue all the way inside Clara's wide-stretched pussy and swirled it around against her cuntwalls.
"Oh, your tongue is all the way inside me!" Clara shrieked. "It's all the way inside me! I'm on fire! I'm on fire!"
Her shrieks so excited her husband that he lapped furiously at Claudine's pussy, running his tongue from her clit to her asshole and back again up and down her cuntslit.
He lingered at both ends, driving Claudine wild with his wonderfully warm and wet tongue. She shoved her cunt at his face in total sexual abandon. Her pussy and asshole felt like one as his tormenting tongue flicked up her ass crease before returning to her pussy.
Her mounting excitement translated into more vigorous licking of Clara's cunt. Ed's sensuous tonguing so aroused her that his passion was transmitted via Claudine to his wife. Claudine felt Ed press his prick against her asscrack as she held Clara's cuntlips wide open and mashed her face against the woman's cunt. She soaked her cheeks and nose and chin with Clara's cunt-juice and then on an impulse she rubbed her tits in the furnace of Clara's pussy.
Clara was in heaven. She didn't want Claudine to know, but she and Ed specialized in three-way sex. Their favorite way to fuck was with another woman. They'd had their eye on Claudine for months, but had waited until they thought she was available. They were well aware of Donald's fascination with hookers and married woman in the neighborhood. So they'd bided their time, even though Ed had been dying to fuck Claudine for ages.
As for Claudine, she was enjoying herself enormously. She was sandwiched in between the married couple and she loved it. She took to cunt-lapping like a duck takes to water. And having Ed eat her cunt at the same time she sucked his wife's pussy, was the ultimate pleasure for the pleasantly perverted brunette.
She fell forward when Ed stiffened his tongue and plunged it all the way inside her ass. She hadn't expected it, and the sensations took her breath away. It was the wildest thing she'd ever had done to her. She'd had plenty of cocks up her asshole, but no one had ever stuck his tongue all the way in.
She pumped her ass back at his thrusting tongue. He stabbed it in and out and she responded by lapping her own tongue over Clara's cunt gash.
An electric charge of excitement swept through her body as her orgasm approached. Her asshole had opened up like a flower and permitted Ed's entire tongue to drop inside.
She held Clara's hairy cunt flaps open and plastered her lips over her blood-engorged clit.
She licked it frantically and the older woman grabbed her hair and screamed with ecstasy.
Her shapely plump thighs clamped closed around Claudine's head and gripped it tightly. Claudine rode the waves of her climax, assured that at any moment Clara too would enjoy the rewards of the sucking.
And then Clara shrieked and almost viciously rammed her juice-soaked cunt against Claudine's pretty face. She ground herself against Claudine's features and against her flopping tongue.
"Tongue me!" Clara panted, waving her legs in the air and wiggling her ass with abandon. "Tongue me! Oh, God, Ed! She's making me come! She's making me come!"
Claudine's breathing was cut off and she struggled to inhale some air as Clara thrust herself against her nose and lips. Her own pussy was about to explode again. Ed's tongue wasn't still for a moment.
Her pussy erupted and juice flowed out of her cunthole like a volcano erupting. She licked frantically on Clara's spewing slit and Ed's tongue slipped out of her asshole.
The two women clung together for a few moments, and then Clara giggled and pointed at Ed. "He's just begun," she said.
Claudine turned to gaze at him and she felt her excitement begin anew.
"Would you like me to suck you for a while?" she said.
"Whew!" Clara said. "Where do you get the energy?" She yawned and plumped up the pillows under her head. "You two go on without me," she yawned. "I'll catch up later."
Claudine reached over and took Ed's prick in her hand. She curled her fingers around his cockshaft and he stretched out on his belly and folded his hands over his chest.
She began by slowly running the tip of her tongue over his cock bush. She fondled his balls and his thighs and ran one hand in a circular motion over his belly and chest.
She pointed her tongue and stiffened it and used the tip to lick his leathery ball-bag. She traced little wet circles around his hairy eggs and planted a soft kiss on the tip of his prick.
She kissed and caressed his balls with her feverish tongue and the more aroused she became, the faster and more sensuously she licked. Sheer lust drove her to take his prick into her mouth and swirl her tongue over his knob.
She slid the tight ring of her lips halfway down his prickshaft and flicked her tongue back and forth over his piss-slit. The taste of his cream ignited her and she took his entire pulsating prick into her mouth. She held his prick root in one hand and frigged him while she gobbled him into her throat.
Her head bobbed up and down and her long straight hair tickled his thighs as she gluttonously ate him. Clara was sitting up straight now and watching, her mouth slack and her eyes wide.
Claudine sucked Ed feverishly, no longer thinking about his pleasure, but concentrating on her own. She welcomed her when Clara joined them, sucking her husband's nuts while Claudine mouth-fucked him.
Ed groaned and pumped his ass up off the bed. Having the two women work him over was too much. He grabbed both their heads and grunted for them to keep sucking.
Now Clara licked up one side of his cockshaft while Claudine licked up the other. When Clara took one of his balls into her mouth, Claudine did the same. Two tongues and two pairs of lips worked them over. Claudine's body was covered with perspiration and her pussy dripped as she worked her tongue in frenzy over Ed's cock and balls.
When she realized Ed was coming, she grabbed his prick from Clara and took it into her mouth. His jism burst out of the tip in a torrent and his pungent-tasting cream filled Claudine's mouth.
The last rational thought she had was that Ed must have been saving his load for the past month. It was endless and she gulped it down and licked his cocktip dry before relinquishing it to his wife.
Clara licked his shaft and balls clean while she frigged herself and Claudine rolled onto her belly and watched. The Stantons were wonderful company and she wondered when they'd invite her back again.
CHAPTER FOUR
The boy driving the van was named Nick. He had short curly hair, a mustache, and beard. The other boy was somewhat younger, Claudine decided. He was over six feet tall and thin with a sweet boyish face and smooth skin.
She met them in a coffee shop at the edge of town and hesitated only a moment before joining them for a drive to the country. Bart Brady had roughed her up a bit and she was apprehensive about picking up strangers. But the teenagers seemed so gentle and sweet, she decided she had nothing to fear so she climbed into the van between them and Nick drove off.
"Are you boys still in school?" she said, making conversation.
"Sometimes," Nick chuckled.
"My folks nag a lot, but I'd rather work here and there and learn from life," the younger boy, Pete, said softly.
"Yeah," Nick said, draping one arm on the back of the seat and steering with his free hand. "Book learning is bullshit. I can learn more from just living in a day than I ever learned in school."
"Do your folks support you?" Claudine said.
"We don't need much," Pete said. "And we pick up bread here and there."
Nick gazed down at her for a moment. "You're a terrific looking chick. How come you're going out with guys like us? Where's your old man?"
Claudine sighed. "Probably with one of his many mistresses."
Nick's expression showed concern for her. "Out of sight," he said. "If I was married to a chick like you, I'd never look at another woman."
"Yeah, me too," Pete said.
They drove without speaking for a while and at one point Pete pulled a six-pack out from under the seat and handed a can to Claudine.
"Mmmmm, I could use a beer around now," she said, taking a long gulp from the can. She was excited about being with the boys. She was getting bored with men her age. Teenagers still lit her fire better than any older man.
Nick pulled off the highway and drove for about a mile down a side road. When they arrived at a thick grove of trees, he pulled over and killed the motor.
Claudine felt excited and alert. They all knew why they were there. It would be interesting to see how the boys would manage to get her into the van.
They were both sweet and very gentle as they began kissing and petting her. Nick kissed her mouth and Pete caressed her legs.
"You're a foxy lady," Nick breathed as he frenched her.
Claudine had few inhibitions and the beer had banished the last remaining trace. "Do you boys always fuck together?" she said boldly.
Nick snickered and Pete blushed. "Whenever it's convenient," Nick said.
"Did I say something wrong?" she said teasingly. "I have a bad habit of being too outspoken, I know."
"You're just fine," Pete said, stroking her thigh through her jeans.
"Yeah, you're a real doll," Nick said, kissing her again.
"I wish you boys would tell my husband that," she said, returning Nick's kisses with gusto.
"Why don't you divorce him?" Pete said softly as he slid his hand up and down the insides of her thighs.
"Divorce him?" She blinked. "You mean, divorce Donald?"
"Yeah, ditch the dude," Nick said, tonguing her ear.
"Oh, I'd never do that," she said.
"Why not?" Nick said.
"I love him," she said. She realized in that moment how much she did love Donald. "I know, I know. I'm here with you and complaining about him. But I love him and I'll never leave him. Never."
Pete chuckled and stroked her hair while he caressed her thighs. "Hell, we'll show you a good time and you can go home to your old man happy," he said.
"Yeah," Nick said, cupping one of her tits. "We'll all go home happy." He stared into Claudine's eyes for a moment. "Hey, I've got an idea."
"Yes?" Claudine giggled huskily. "I wonder what it could be."
Nick grinned. "Why don't we get comfortable in the back of the van?"
"Why, what an idea?" Claudine said with a wry smile. "Imagine thinking of such a thing."
They all laughed as they climbed out of the front seat and into the back of the van. There was no bed, but there was a mattress and they sat down on it. Claudine was sandwiched between them and the boys opened more beer and passed it around. Pete pulled Claudine's shoes off and played with her bare toes.
Nick continued frenching her and she felt her pussy perk with desire. She breathed deeply. How she loved fucking teenaged boys! She shivered at the thought of all that cockmeat just waiting to penetrate her body.
"Hey, man, why don't we get really comfortable?" Nick said. "Let's get naked!"
"I like the way you think," Claudine said.
The boys rose up quickly and began undressing. Claudine watched them. She loved the sight of their healthy, tanned young bodies. Neither had an ounce of fat on him and their muscles looked hard and firm. She wondered if Nick's mustache would feel good on her clit when he ate her. She wondered if in fact he would eat her. She'd never had a man refuse her, but occasionally a teenager would hesitate. In any event, it didn't matter. Her mouth watered as she gazed at the big cock escaping from Nick's shorts. It was already half-hard and looked like it would be a good seven inches fully erect. His cockhead was fat and mushroom-shaped and her mouth watered at the sight of it. The drop of juice in the tip made her pussy throb.
Pete's body wasn't as muscular as Nick's, but his cock was bigger. Her eyes widened at the sight of it. It wasn't totally hard yet, but it looked like a giant. His cockhead was massive and dripped spunk. She gazed from one to the other. It would be hard to make a choice of who to suck first. They both looked delicious to the sex-starved housewife.
"Hey, foxy-lady," Nick said. "What about you? Aren't you gonna get naked too?"
Claudine nodded and took his head. He pulled her to her feet and then dropped her again.
"Why'd you do that?" she said, rubbing her ass.
"I've got a better idea," Nick said, crouching down beside her. "We'll get you naked." He glanced at his young friend. "You get on that side of her and we'll undress her."
"Cool, man," Pete said, kneeling beside her. . .
Claudine giggled. "I love it!" she said. "I just love it!"
She lay back on the mattress and submissively let them strip her clothes off. It wasn't her nature to be submissive, and because of that, because of the novelty, she loved it.
The boys hovered over her and their eyes widened. They became visibly excited as they pulled her clothes off. When she was wearing only her bra and panties, they were breathing hard and making off-color remarks.
But unlike Bart Brady, they weren't rough or insulting. They were sweet and gentle and very flattering. Pete, especially, gazed at her almost naked body with something like reverence.
With fumbling fingers, he unhooked her bra and carefully drew it off her tits. Then he stared hungrily at her massive, velvet-skinned tits.
She thrust her chest out and writhed slightly so her tits would bob and weave. She raised her arms over her head and pulled her tits up, then gazed down at her erecting nipples.
"You're built like a brick shit-house," Nick said.
"You have a beautiful body, Claudine," Pete said softly.
"Your husband must be an asshole to fool around with other broads," Nick said.
"Let's not talk about him," Claudine said. "It's boring."
She raised her ass off the mattress when Nick pulled her panties down and tugged them off her feet. The two teenagers gawked openly at the fur between her thighs. Nick was the first to reach over to touch it and she teasingly tried to capture his hand between her thighs.
In a moment he was gently parting her thighs and spreading them wide to expose the crimson folds of her pussy. Claudine loved the look in their eyes as they gazed hungrily at her pussy. It was the ultimate compliment to have a man gaze longingly at her cunt.
Nick was quicker than Pete. He crouched between her legs and bent over to thrust his flushed face against her curly muffed cunt. His beard and mustache tickled her thighs and she widened her legs and felt her excitement mount.
He blew his warm breath on her cuntslit and rubbed his mustache against her pussy. Her legs fell open even wider and welcomed him. He pried open the furry flaps of her cunt and exposed the juicy folds of her cunt and the tiny bud of her clit. He pressed his slick tongue against her aroused clit and she trembled with excitement.
He used his tongue and lips expertly on her cunt. His mustache and beard made it all the more tantalizing and she sighed and moaned and writhed her ass on the mattress.
Pete moved closer and placed Claudine's head on his lap. He cupped her tits and bent down to kiss them. "You're the sexiest lady I've ever seen," he said.
Claudine nodded happily. "I love fucking more than anything in the world," she said.
He played with her tits and rubbed his thumbs over her erected nipples. "Lots of girls say they love it, but most of them just fake it," he said.
Claudine reached over and touched his prick. It stuck out from his crotch like a crowbar. She held onto it while the boy kneaded and massaged her tits. Nick's face was buried against her pussy-folds. How wonderful to have all this attention! How exciting her life was!
Nick whipped her clit with his tongue-tip and her aroused cunt drenched his face with pussy cream. He didn't seem to mind. At intervals he wiped his mouth with his arm and then returned to his cunt-lapping.
"This is better than just having your old man slip it to you, isn't it?" he said.
In truth Claudine had to admit it was. Really, Donald was doing her a favor by cheating on her. Sex within marriage was boring, no matter how much a couple loved each other.
Nick licked up the juice flowing out of her pussy while Pete took one of her big pink nipples between his teeth and sucked it into his wet mouth. Wild pleasures raged through her as he sucked loudly on the stiffened cock-knob.
Nick held his lips against her clit and sucked the excited bean into his mouth. He sucked steadily and gently and his very tenderness made it all the more erotic. Claudine whimpered with pleasure and held her arms around Pete's head as he tongued and kissed her tits. Both mouths felt deliciously hot and wonderful on her body. That was what was so great about fucking teenagers. They weren't jaded like men her age. Everything was still new and exciting to them.
The cheating housewife moaned as the teenagers licked her most intimate parts. She wondered if Donald ever did it with another man and one woman. Suddenly the idea of Donald involved in a threesome was very exciting to her. She'd give anything to know more about what he did.
When Nick stuffed a finger into her cunt-hole and tongue-lashed her clit, she stopped thinking about Donald. She concentrated on the moment at hand and the intense pleasure radiating from her pussy and her tits.
The pleasure built and was ready to explode at any moment. She hovered on the brink of climax and the exquisite torture of it all took her breath away.
"Oh, it's so damn sweet!" she sighed. "So damn sweet! Don't stop, boys! I'm almost there! Don't stop! Oh, God, so damn sweet!"
Her climax was so powerful, every nerve-ending in her body tingled. She cried out and writhed between the two boys, shoving her cunt at Nick's mouth and her tits at Pete's.
When she stopped shaking, Nick released her and sat back on his haunches, but Pete continued tonguing her tits for a few more moments.
When she caught her breath, Nick took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his dick. "Squeeze it, Claudine," he said softly.
Claudine nodded happily. "It's my pleasure," she said.
She pumped their cocks for a while and sucked them briefly. They seemed more interested in fucking than sucking and soon they rolled her onto her side, Pete behind her and Nick facing her.
They both reached for her cunt. Pete used one hand on her butt and one on her cunt while Nick rubbed his cockhead against the warm wetness of her pussy. Claudine draped one leg over Nick's hip and opened herself more fully to both boys.
Pete began concentrating on her ass and snaked one finger into her asscrack. When he found her asshole and stuffed a fingertip inside, she turned her head.
"I think I know what you have in mind," she said.
The boy nodded and blushed. "You don't mind, do you?"
She turned from one teenager to the other. "I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings, but why don't you change places?"
Pete snickered and Nick blushed. "Pete digs ass," Nick said.
"But, your cock is so big, it'll never fit," she said to Pete.
"It'll fit," Pete said softly. "An asshole stretches bigger than a pussy."
"Yeah, it really does, Claudine," Nick said. "We've studied it. Honest. An asshole opens up bigger."
"Well, if you boys say so . . . " She doubted what they said, but if it really hurt she was confident Pete would stop.
Now Nick kneaded her clit and she humped herself against his hand. Even after an intense orgasm, she was still horny. Fucking always made her hot for more. One orgasm made her hungry for a second orgasm.
She kissed Nick's mouth and frenched him and felt Pete finger-fucking her asshole. When his finger popped knuckle-deep inside her ass, she plunged her tongue all the way inside Nick's mouth.
She turned her head and gazed back at the boy. "Be careful!" she hissed.
"Sure will," he said, his eyes sparkling and his finger working in and out of her ass.
"Oh, God, that's good!" she groaned when Nick fitted his cockhead at the entrance to her cunthole.
"Fuck, Claudine," Nick said almost casually. "Come on, sweet-cunted, lady. Fuck that cock."
"Oh, God!" Claudine shrieked when his cock filled her pussy and Pete added a second finger to her ass. "Oh, dear God, it's good!"
The excitement of having a prick plugging her cunt and two fingers in her asshole was so great, she could have climaxed right then. She restrained herself instead. She knew if she waited, her climax would be that much more intense.
The boys pressed their hard young bodies against her. Pete reamed her asshole with his fingers and she felt it open up and knew he wouldn't hurt her when he substituted his prick for his fingers.
And he didn't. When he finally eased his spit-soaked prick into her ass, the pain was intense for only a moment. He didn't push it all the way in until she told him it was okay and when he filled her bowels with his teen-aged meat, Nick pulled his out of her pussy.
When Nick inserted his cock into her pussy again, they began fucking her in tandem. One would plunge in and the other would pull out, leaving only his cockhead inside her.
She writhed frantically between them. Their sweat-soaked bodies slapped together and their moans filled the air. Occasionally Claudine heard a car go by, but she paid no attention. Her excitement was so intense, the outside world seemed miles away.
Nick whipped his seven-incher in and out of her sucking cunt and Pete carefully pumped his larger cock in and out of her asshole. Claudine felt deliciously stuffed and totally aroused as both boys poked her.
Taking two pricks at once was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. How she wanted to tell someone about it! But who could she tell? Certainly not Donald, she thought with a giggle.
The boys groaned out loud and told her they were about to shoot. And suddenly her asshole and cunt were filled with warm, thick jism.
When it was over and they were dressed, they finished the six-pack and the boys asked Claudine if she'd meet them again soon. She put an arm around each of them and kissed them on the lips.
"The answer is yes," she said, gazing from one teenager to the other. "The answer is definitely yes."
CHAPTER FIVE
When Florie Anderson asked Claudine to lunch, Claudine's first reaction was to refuse. She coldly asked the woman why she was inviting her, but Florie would only say she had something important to discuss and she wanted to do it face to face.
Claudine dressed carefully on the day of the lunch. She wanted to look her best when she met with one of Donald's mistresses. Not that she was really jealous of Florie. The blonde was at least thirty-five and looked it. She had a big ass and Claudine was convinced her tits would drop to the ground without a bra.
Still, when she arrived at the Anderson house, she was flattered by Florie's warmth and attention. They had a lovely lunch on the patio. When they were just beginning their dessert, it started to rain so Florie had the maid bring the rest of their lunch inside.
Florie's husband was a successful physician and Claudine glanced around the living room and admired the decor. Despite her wealth, Florie was quite down to earth and Claudine understood what Donald saw in her.
"I'll bet you're wondering why I asked you here today," Florie said with a twinkle in her eye.
"I am curious," Claudine said. For some reason the woman made her uncomfortable. She didn't know why, but next to Florie she felt awkward.
"You've a right to be," Florie said, sipping her black coffee. She put her cup down and leaned back in her chair. "You're so very, very lucky. But then you must know that."
"Lucky?" Claudine said. "Me?"
Florie laughed softly. "I'll bet you don't even have to diet. With your figure, a normal woman would have to starve."
"I can eat anything I want," Claudine said nastily. She smoothed the front of her blouse. "I never put on an ounce."
"I figured as much," Florie sighed.
The maid peered into the room. "Can I leave now, Mrs. Anderson?" she said.
"Certainly, Carmen, you go on home now," Florie said sweetly.
"Why else do you think I'm lucky?" Claudine said. To herself she thought, here it comes. The reason she asked me here.
"Because you have a wonderful and loving husband," Florie said, averting her eyes and stirring her by-now cold coffee.
Claudine laughed without mirth. "You ought to know," she spat out.
Florie gazed at her with hurt eyes. "What do you mean?" she said.
"I know you and Donald are having an affair," Claudine said bluntly. When she saw the hurt expression in the other woman's eyes, she felt ashamed of herself. "Oh, I don't blame you. Donald cats around a lot. Why shouldn't you take your turn?"
Florie sighed deeply and folded her hands on her lap. "I know I've got a rotten reputation around the neighborhood," she said. "I know I'm the butt of a lot of gossip and I don't really care much." Her eyes glittered now. "Oh, I did at first. But now I really don't give a damn." She turned and faced Claudine squarely in the face. "Do you know what it's like to be married to a man twice your age whose only interest is cutting into a diseased appendix? Do you?"
Claudine giggled. "No, I don't."
"Well, I do," Florie said. "My husband makes a lot of money, it's true. But I'd give a lot if he were younger and showed some interest in me as a woman. Then maybe I wouldn't have to depend on strangers for affection."
"What do you think Donald is like as a husband?" Claudine said, sitting forward in her chair. "While he's with you, what do you think I'm doing?"
"Donald and I have a cerebral relationship," Florie said primly.
"What the hell does that mean?" Claudine said.
"It means we talk about intellectual things. It's strictly a friendship between two mature adults. And that's the truth."
"And what if I tell you I think you're full of shit?" Claudine said.
Florie giggled. "I'd say that's the way Donald described you. Totally out-front and outspoken."
Suddenly the two women turned to the rear of the house. "What was that?" Florie said.
"I don't know," Claudine said. "It sounded like it was coming from the patio."
"Carmen must have left the back door open," Florie said, rising to her feet. "Come with me, please. There have been some break-ins in the neighborhood in the past few weeks. That damn Carmen! She does it every time I let her leave early."
Claudine followed Florie into the kitchen. Before she had a chance to react, Florie let out a bloodcurdling scream. Standing near the door were two of the meanest-looking, scruffiest-looking men Claudine had ever seen. She was frozen to the floor, unable to move her feet to run away even if they'd let her. Then it was too late. One of them grabbed Florie and the other grabbed her.
"Well, what have we here?" the one holding her snarled. "We're in luck today, Killer."
"Let go of me!" Claudine hissed.
"Hey, I got me a hell-cat," the man chuckled, digging his fingers into her flesh. "Nothing I like better than a hell-cat."
That was when Claudine noticed he had a gun in his pocket. "That's right, little lady," the one called Killer said. "It's loaded too, so keep your mouth shut until we tell you to open it." He turned his attention to Florie. "Say, Spook, get a load of the tits on this one," Killer snickered, squeezing Florie's tits.
"Get your hands off of me, you brute!"
Florie said.
"Hey, lady, I make the rules around here," Killer chuckled. "And if there's anything I love it's big tits. When you take your bra off, can we play basketball with them?"
Both men burst out laughing.
"They've both got guns," Claudine said when she noticed the gun in Killer's back pocket.
"That's better," Spook said, nuzzling her neck. "You just do what we say and everyone'll be happy."
"What is it you want?" Florie said in her imperial manner. "If it's money you want, I'll give it to you. If you want my jewels, I'll give you them too. Just leave us alone. Don't hurt us. We'll give you whatever you want." Tears sprang to her eyes as she gazed at Claudine.
"She said she'd give you money," Claudine said coldly. "Why don't you let go of us and take what you want?"
"Because what we want ain't in no safe," Spook said in a nasty voice.
"Yeah," Killer said, forcing his lips against Florie's. "What I want is a little of this here blonde's ass."
"No!" Florie cried. "Leave me alone!"
Killer held her face in his rough, grimy hand and forced her lips apart. Claudine cringed when he shoved his tongue into Florie's mouth. She shivered with fear. What if Spook did the same to her? What if he forced himself on her?
"You've got a sweet ass too," Spook said as if in answer to her inner fears. He clutched one ass-cheek in his hand.
"Stop that!" she snapped.
Spook snickered in her ear and squeezed her ass harder. "I make the rules around here, cutie," he said. "And don't you forget it."
"My husband could walk in at any moment," Florie said.
"Your husband's in his office fucking his nurse," Spook said.
"It's pouring out and no one's coming here," Killer said. "Come on." He shoved Florie out of the kitchen door and Spook followed with Claudine. "Let's get into that plush living room. I never fucked in a house like this. I'm gonna get me fucked in the middle of that nice big couch. And maybe in the middle of that expensive oriental rug too. We've got all day, girls. And we've been saving it up ever since we sprang from the joint so we're hot to trot."
"You get over here, cunt," Spook said to Claudine, dragging her over to a lounge chair by the hair. As she started to sink down he jerked on her hair. "You stand in front of me."
He sat down on the chair and she stood perfectly still in front of him. He twisted her wrist and told her to get down on her knees. Totally frightened now, she knelt before him and tried to hide her fear by acting cool. It didn't work. He seemed to sense her fear even if she hid it beneath a veneer of nerve.
"Take my cock out, bitch, and get your mouth on it," Spook said, gazing at her with cold eyes.
She hesitated and he raised his hand to hit her. Quickly Claudine did as he said. She unzipped his grimy blue jeans and moved her hand inside his fly. He yanked his belt open and pulled his pants and shorts down. His impatience frightened her, as did the evil expression in his eyes. He smelled bad, as if he hadn't bathed for a month.
She was almost positive they'd escaped from prison, and if they'd been on the run there was a reason for them smelling of piss and dirt. The heady fumes that came from his crotch revolted her, but she forced herself to ignore the nausea gurgling in her throat.
He grabbed her wrist and yanked on her long hair. "How'd you think your husband would like you with a broken hand?" he said.
"Don't hurt me," she whispered, lowering her face to his crotch.
"Then get your sweet mouth on my cock and start sucking," he said.
"This one's sure got big fat tits," Killer grinned. He chuckled nastily and out of the corner of her eye Claudine could see that he'd torn Florie's blouse off.
"You beast!" Florie hissed. "Get your hands off of me!"
"Hey, little lady," Killer said. "We're the ones who give orders around here."
Claudine heard the sound of a slap and Florie cried out. Then Spook pulled on her hair and told her to get her mouth on his cock and she once again lowered her head.
She gazed at his prick with loathing. The smell was overwhelming, but she knew she had no choice. The sooner she got her mouth on his prick, the sooner he would release her. She also knew once she started sucking him, her saliva would mask the smell of his filth.
His cock stood up now, straight and tall and pointing at the ceiling. It was inches from her, but she couldn't bring herself to move closer. Despite her fear and trepidation, she was forced to admit he was well hung. And if he was shaved and showered he wouldn't be bad-looking.
"It's a good mouthful, lady," he said, tangling his grimy fingers in her hair. "Try it. Maybe you'll like it." He snickered and glanced over at his friend. "How's that one doing?"
Claudine heard a mumbling sound and Killer chuckling. "She's got my cock down her throat. Good tongue action. Shit, we hit pay dirt, Spook. I sure hope our next stop's half as good."
"You better start sucking, little lady," Spook said in a low voice, lacing his fingers through Claudine's hair. "I'm getting tired of waiting."
Claudine decided to try flattery. "It's just that you're so big," she cooed. "I don't know if I can get my lips around it."
He grinned. "You won't know until you try it, baby. Right?"
She took his cockshaft in her hand and held her breath while she moved her lips over his cockhead. She controlled her desire to gag and pumped his shaft while she sucked listlessly on his cock-knob. She tried not to take much of his prick into her mouth, but soon it became clear that Spook was becoming impatient.
He said nothing, but yanked harder on her hair and forced her to take more of his cock into her mouth. Quite unexpectedly his now steel-hard prick went sailing down her throat and she was helpless to stop it. She nearly choked because she wasn't prepared for the intrusion, but she was determined now to take it all without a whimper. They were in the hands of cruel, ruthless men. She was going to show them what a real woman was made of.
I will not snivel, she thought. I'll bring him off quickly and then he'll leave me alone.
She no longer smelled his grimy and pissy aroma and began bobbing her head up and down his prick. She fluttered her tongue over his knob on the out-stroke and tightened her lips around his base on the in-stroke.
He murmured and stroked her hair and incredibly she felt herself becoming aroused. I can't get turned-on, she thought with horror. I just can't!
But she did. There was no denying it. The more she sucked and the more aggressively he fucked her mouth, the more she liked it.
"Take it all, baby!" he moaned. "Give it a good workout. Oh, you sweet cock-sucker, you. Oh, shit, give it to me momma!"
Suddenly Claudine realized they had an audience. Florie and Killer were watching and Killer was wide-eyed and drooling. Florie was choking on his prick, but his eyes were glued to Claudine's lips as she slobbered over Spook.
When Spook came, he shot a load of pungent-tasting spunk down her throat and she held her head perfectly still as he split her lips in two with his spurting cock. Her mouth was full and she couldn't swallow because he was still stroking and she thought she'd choke to death on his jism.
He finally released her hair and slumped back on the chair and Claudine crawled to her feet and walked unsteadily to the sofa. She sank down, believing her ordeal was over. But it wasn't.
Suddenly she was being picked up and placed on her hands and knees on the floor. Florie watched, her eyes like saucers as both men pulled Claudine's clothes off.
"Right here on this imagine oriental rug," Spook cackled. "I'm gonna let it pour out over the damn thing."
Claudine gazed at him and incredibly he was still hard. He positioned himself behind Claudine's ass and wasted no time in inserting his prick into her pussy.
"Yeah, tight and hot!" he chanted as he slowly stroked in and out of her cunt gash. "Get ready for a long one, honey! The second time around old Spook can last for hours."
Killer laughed obscenely and Claudine's eyes were riveted to his cock. He was fucking Florie in the asshole, but his eyes were glued to Spook and Claudine.
She stopped gazing at Florie when Killer's cock sent shivers of excitement up and down her spine. She found herself instinctively pumping her cunt back at his prick and sighing deeply as her passion increased.
"Hey, this one's getting her rocks off," Spook said.
"Shit, you always get the best one," Killer said.
Claudine heard Florie moaning and for some perverse reason she felt happy the men preferred her. As nice as Florie had been before the rapists arrived, Claudine wasn't convinced the woman wasn't a threat to he marriage.
When Spook pulled out of her cunt, she almost cried, but then he brutally shoved his prick into her asshole and the pain took her breath away.
"Ass-fuck!" he chanted, spearing her bung forcefully. "Ass-fuck, you cock-sucker! Suck my cock right into your fucking asshole, you bitch!"
Her tits hung down on the oriental rug and she rammed her ass back at his thrusting cock. She rested on her forearms and swung her head around as she fucked back at him. The pain was incredible but she had no choice.
Then, her pussy slowly caught fire and she became entirely engrossed in achieving the exquisite relief that a climax would bring. She knew Spook wouldn't help. A decent man would play with her cunt while he fucked her in the ass. Having a cock in her ass was all right, but she needed more stimulation on her clit.
I'll do it myself, she thought as she moved a hand to her pussy.
"Jesus, what a bitch!" Spook said as he split her asshole in two with his wildly thrusting cock. "What did I tell you? She's gonna fucking come!"
He lunged back and forth and filled her bowels with his thick cockmeat. She clawed at her clit and fucked back with a frenzy she'd never experienced before.
He pumped with short rapid strokes and at one point stroked only the tip of his prick into her asshole. Claudine wasn't aware of the exact moment when Killer joined them and shoved his cock into her mouth. She accepted it with enthusiasm and raised her head and held it still so he could mouth-fuck her.
By the time Spook came, Claudine had climaxed so many times she lost count. True to his word, he pulled out of her ass and spilled his spunk on the oriental rug.
When Killer was ready to come, he pulled out of Claudine's mouth and directed his load over Florie's face. Claudine smirked as she watched.
I'm glad! she thought with a feeling of elation. I'm glad the bitch is getting soiled, but not having any fun!
CHAPTER SIX
After the rape, Florie Anderson's husband sent her to Europe for a month. Claudine never mentioned having met her to Donald, but it was obvious that he began spending more time at home after Florie left the country.
A month later Donald's parents came for their annual visit. Claudine liked her in-laws, although she resented having the extra work. After they'd been there a week, Donald started so staying out late again.
Claudine called her in-laws by their first names. Dora was a sweet, but simple woman, and Claudine had little to talk about with her. But she was close to Claude, her father-in-law and they spent hours walking and chatting and playing cards.
One day Dora went to a bingo game and Donald said he had a business meeting. Claudine fixed dinner for herself and Claude, and when it was time to eat she brought trays into the den.
"You're working too hard," Claude said as she placed the trays on the coffee table. "And so's Donald."
Despite herself, Claudine smirked. "Donald? Oh, don't worry about him." With Florie back, she knew Donald would be home late.
"What do you mean?" Claude said, biting into a roll.
"You're his father," she said, forking some eggs into her mouth. "I shouldn't bad-mouth him to you."
"What's on your mind?" Claude said. The similarity between their names had always been a link between the older man and the young woman.
She sighed and nibbled a french fry. "You must know we have our problems," she said.
Claude put his fork down and wiped his lips with his napkin. "Don never did like being tied down," he said.
Claudine winced. "So I've been told."
"Maybe you shouldn't have forced the issue," Claude said. "Maybe you should have let the wild stallion stay free."
"A woman wants to be married," Claudine said. "Look at Ma. She's a homebody if there ever was one. And I'll bet in your younger days you saw plenty of outside action."
The older man chuckled and began eating again. "Good eggs," he said.
"Are you trying to change the subject?"
"Could be."
"How did Ma get you to marry her?"
"She threatened to cut off going to bed with me." His blue eyes twinkled and Claudine giggled.
"You mean in those days people were sleeping together before they got married."
"Do you think your generation invented sex?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right." She finished her eggs and glanced at his plate. "Did you have enough?"
"More than enough."
"How about dessert?" She began to rise up, but he took her hand.
"Relax," he said, pulling her against him.
"What's the hurry?"
After that everything happened fast. He pulled her into his arms and for some reason it seemed right and natural. "Pa, what are you doing?" she said in a soft voice.
"Honey," he said, stroking her cheek. "Let's not talk about it. Let's just do what comes naturally."
He brushed her lips lightly with his. They gazed into each other's eyes and her lips parted. He plunged his thick tongue into her mouth and coiled it around hers. She sucked his tongue greedily and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He drew her more tightly against him and fluttered his tongue in and out of her mouth, using his tongue like a cock. She whipped her own tongue against his as they thrashed and dueled and sucked.
Her heart pounded with excitement as he gently guided her down onto her back on the sofa. She knew now she would let him do whatever he wanted because she wanted it too.
She smiled up at him and suddenly he looked younger than his years. "Hi, Pa," she whispered, pulling his mouth down to hers.
"Hi, namesake," he said, stabbing her with his tongue.
She moaned softly and arched her back, pressing her tits into his chest. She shifted around when he stretched out next to her on the sofa and the bulge in his crotch pulsated wildly.
She deliberately rubbed her knees against the mass. "I think you like me," she giggled.
"Always have," he said, taking her hand and moving it between his legs.
He fumbled with the buttons on her blouse until the garment opened to reveal her creamy tit-flesh. He shifted his body down and she hugged his head as he buried his face in her cleavage.
He slipped her bra-straps off her shoulders and unhooked the back. When her bra was off, she rubbed her stiff nipples against his cheek.
With a raspy whimper, he buried his face in the doughy cushions of her tits. She moaned and thrashed her legs, hugging his hips with her thighs.
"What if Dora comes home?" she said.
"The games don't end until late."
"Kiss my tits, Pa," she gasped. "I love it when a man kisses my tits."
He planted hot kisses on both tits. He lapped his tongue over her round tits in a circular motion and traced a wet path up and down her cleavage. She trembled when his lips closed over one pink nipple. He lashed her entire tit with the tip of his tongue and switched to the other one.
Claudine worked her tits into his greedy mouth. She squirmed her ass on the sofa cushions and fumbled with his belt-buckle.
"Take your pants off, Pa!" she hissed, pulling his zipper down.
He raised himself up, and with trembling fingers she tugged his pants and shorts down. At the end he kicked them off his feet and she reached eagerly for his prick.
"Oh, Pa!" she sighed, wrapping both hands around his salami-hard cockshaft.
Together, they undressed her and when she was naked he zeroed in on the gulch between her legs. He filled his mouth with her, biting into her cunt and licking up her cream with long swipes of his tongue.
He kissed and licked her skillfully-more skillfully than his son ever had. For a moment she was jealous of her mother-in-law. Did Dora appreciate a tender, loving man like Claude? Then she realized that like his son, Claude was probably a better lover with women other than his wife. Like father, like son, she thought.
She let herself drift along on waves of lust. The fact that Claude was older suddenly didn't matter. Her preference for teenaged boys wasn't important. What mattered was the zeal with which a man fucked her. The zeal Donald no longer exhibited, at least at home.
His fingers explored her cunt folds and she opened and closed her legs as he touched her most intimate parts. He snaked a finger into her juice-filled pussy and caressed her clit until she moaned out loud.
Finally he moved down and brought his lips to her steaming pussy. She clamped her juice-slick thighs against the sides of his head as he lapped his tongue slowly up and down her cunt slit.
She came almost at once, rubbing herself in a frenzy against his deliciously sucking lips and tongue. He thrust his tongue all the way into her pussy and she rolled her head from side to side with mindless abandon. He used his fingers on her clit and his tongue inside her hole and fondled her steadily until she climaxed again.
A series of jolting orgasms raged through her and her juices ran freely from her cunt gash. Instead of being satisfied, she needed and wanted more. When his tongue left her momentarily, she cried out and begged him to keep sucking.
She helped him by prying her cuntlips open and guiding his free hand to her engorged clit. He lapped vigorously on the bloated nub and licked her petal-like inner folds. She writhed her ass wildly and ground herself against his searching, probing tongue. Ripples of ecstasy engulfed her as another series of orgasms washed over her entire body.
At the end she lay very still, panting for breath. He continued eating her for a while, but then sat up. He quickly pulled his clothes off and when his cock was exposed and waving in the air Claudine reached for it and grasped the shaft.
She gripped it firmly and climbed around until she was on her hands and knees and hovering over his lap. His cock pole twitched under her touch and she tossed her hair over one shoulder and licked her lips in anticipation.
She pumped his cock skin up and down his iron-hard rod and he gazed at her with something like amusement in his eyes.
"Slowly, child," he said. "I'm not running away."
"I'm sorry," she said, slowing down and watching his cock-knob bulge up and fill with blood.
She carefully skinned his cockmeat, cupping his balls with one hand and giving him a hand-job with the other. His breathing grew rapid and her mouth felt dry and parched. She worked her lips and realized she had to have his cock in her mouth.
Gazing into his eyes, she lay flat on her belly and brought her lips down to his lap. With a tiny moan, she bent over and kissed the tip of his prick.
Her hungry lips melted against his turgid flesh and he tangled his fingers in her hair and wound the thick strands around them.
"Oh, Pa, I want to suck your cock," she murmured, settling down on her side and facing him. She rested her head on his thighs and swallowed hard as she gazed at his incredible hard-on.
Extending her tongue, she lapped it over his cock and dipped it into the slit in the tip. A low growl escaped his lips and he wheezed as she fluttered her tongue up and down his cock.
His arms hung limply at his sides and he clenched and unclenched his fists. He breathed through his mouth and closed his eyes and Claudine prayed he wouldn't have a heart attack.
"Are you okay, Pa?" she said.
"In heaven," he winked.
She giggled and licked his balls with long swipes of her tongue. She caressed his nuts and ran a series of tiny kisses over his cockhead. She lapped her tongue over each tiny vein on his cockshaft and then took as much of his prick as would fit into her mouth.
She wiggled her tongue against him and held his nuts in her hand and squeezed them. He groaned and toyed with her hair and stroked her cheeks.
Taking a deep breath, she licked the cream from the tip of his knob and inhaled his entire prick into her throat. He gasped as she mouth-fucked him, taking him into her throat and releasing him again.
At intervals she held only his cockhead in her warm wet mouth. She made love to it with her teeth and tongue and lips and then she dribbled saliva over his cockshaft and licked it up again. Her coarse black hair tickled his thighs and her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked.
She couldn't get enough of him. She sucked and licked voraciously, loving the feel of his cockhead against her windpipe. She shifted her body and now her ass stuck up in the air. She gave no thought to the possibility of Dora or even Donald walking in on them. Somehow it didn't matter anymore.
Incredibly, his cock seemed to grow bigger and harder in her mouth. Her lips stretched wide, but her jaws weren't tired as they were when she sucked Donald. Her energy was boundless as she worked over the older man.
Claude groaned hoarsely. "Don't bring me off, child," he rasped.
"Why, Pa?" she said.
"I want to fuck you."
"Oh, Pa, should we?" But even as she protested, she wanted him inside her. She wanted his cock moving in and out of her hot hairy cunt hole more than she'd ever wanted anything before.
"Shit, namesake, that's the name of the game, isn't it?"
"Yes, Pa," she said, sitting up.
He guided her onto her back and hovered over her. Then he mounted her and she felt like an animal for the first time in her life, an animal being taken by a man. There was something mystical about it and she gazed into his eyes as he slid his hands under her ass and hauled her cunt up to meet his prick.
When she realized what he wanted, she raised her ass and shoved her own hands under her ass. She was in position to pump back at him when he entered her and he smiled down at her and nodded in approval.
"Now your cunt is nice and open to me," he said, and it was. Her hungry cunt was wide open and waiting to be penetrated.
"Fuck me, Pa!" she moaned. "Stick it in real deep and fuck me!"
Pausing a moment to gaze at the juicy folds of her pussy, the older man brought his prick down and wedged it against her pussy. Something flashed inside her brain when it touched her.
Incest! she thought, her lust ignited by the word. We're about to commit incest!
The older man's prick-knob nestled against her sodden cunt. Instead of penetrating her at once, he teased her by rubbing his cockhead up and down her already-excited slit.
She shoved her cunt at his prick and thrashed around under him. She tried to capture his cock inside her, but he tantalized her by pulling back.
Her big tits heaved and swayed and she panted for breath, but he merely gazed down at her with glittering eyes.
"I want you real hot, namesake," he said.
She clawed at his arms. "I'm hot, Pa! I'm so damn fucking hot!"
Again she tried to draw his cock into her body and again he pulled back.
"Beg me for it," he said.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "For God's sake, fuck me!"
"I can't hear you, namesake," he said. "What's that you're saying?"
"Oh, Pa, let me have it!" she wailed, tossing her head from side to side. "I'm going crazy!"
"Yes, child, yes," he muttered, stroking her damp hair and pushing it away from her eyes. "Pa's gonna fuck you real soon. You just hold on there."
With one lunge, he thrust forward and pushed the tip of his prick into her pussy. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Her cunt clamped closed around the flared rim of his dick and pulled on it. She felt herself drawing his cock inside her cunt-tube and Claude hovered over her with an expression of astonishment on his face.
She worked her cunt muscles and inch by inch she suctioned his cock into her snapping pussy. Finally he yelled out hoarsely and rammed the rest of his cock into her cunt.
When his cock was all the way inside her, she cried out with ecstasy and came as his cock hair ground against her clit.
"More, Pa, more!" she cried. "Give me more cock!"
He buried his prick root-deep inside his daughter-in-law's cunt. He paused between thrusts and watched the sex-mad woman work her cunt muscles and suck his prick into her body.
His jism-bloated balls slapped her ass as she wiggled and she clutched her tits and squeezed them. His fingernails dug into her asscheeks as he lifted her off the sofa and brought her up to meet his now-forceful strokes.
"Fuck!" Claude thundered, draping her legs over his shoulders and pistoning his cock in and out of her pussy.
She banged her heels on his back and sobbed with excitement. He thrust in and out, impaling her with his rock-hard cock. Her cunt sucked spasmodically on his prickmeat and he fucked her with short deep thrusts.
He held her in his arms, her body almost off the sofa and they clung together in their mindless orgy. She felt that they were welded together, that they were truly one.
Her pussy sucked at his cock and drenched it with her sticky juices. He laid her down again and pulled out, deliberately rubbing the tip of his cock over her clit.
Rockets went off in her head as she climaxed. She went totally out of control and clung to him while she screamed out her passion. He dug his cock deeper inside her cunt gash and she felt his balls dance around inside their sack.
Claude came and as he did his prick exploded inside her very depths. He howled like a wounded animal as he filled her with his steaming jism.
When he was drained, he lay his body down on top of hers and they rocked back and forth while they recovered their senses.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The teenage boy knelt between Claudine's legs and stared at her juice-coated pussy. He'd been sucking it for the past half-hour and now he gazed with wonder in his eyes at her gaping cunt.
Claudine was sprawled out on a bed in Clara Stanton's home. The two women had become good friends and when Clara had telephoned and said she had a surprise for Claudine, the brunette knew the surprise would bear some relationship to sex.
Since the orgy with Clara's husband, Ed, Claudine and the blonde had gone out regularly and picked up teenaged boys. Clara shared Claudine's fascination with teenaged cock. As for Claudine, it was nice to be able to talk about her fixation to someone who understood.
She thought about her father-in-law occasionally and about the wonderful fucking he'd given her. She giggled when she remembered how cool he'd been when his wife arrived home. Claudine herself was somewhat flustered. It was hard to face the cheerful, gray-haired woman without blushing.
After they left, it occurred to her that Dora probably knew what they'd been doing. Claude had all but admitted that he went his own way when it came to sex and Dora knew it. Claudine wished she and Donald could have the same kind of easy-going relationship. If Donald was going to be a lousy husband, it would be nice if they could at least discuss their individual adventures.
Now she sighed and gazed down at the triangle between her thighs. The boy, whose name was Billy, continued to stare at her puffy cuntlips, which lay wide open and quivering. Her clit was swollen too and standing up at the top of her pussy slit. Her cunthole flared, as if begging for the penetration of a cock.
The boy was naked and his cock stood out from his body. His balls were pink-skinned and his prick bush was thick and curly and blond. It had been years since she'd seen an uncircumcised cock but Billy's foreskin was intact, rolled back now to reveal the crimson head of his cock.
"Do you know what to do with that thing?" she said.
The teenager blushed and nodded. "Sure."
"Are you planning on using it sometime soon?" She was being deliberately sarcastic. She wanted the boy to know who was in charge.
"Yeah, sure," he said, licking his lips.
His nostrils flared as he continued staring at her cunt. Her succulent cunt gash quivered with little spasms of desire.
"Okay, you've stared long enough," she said. "Stick your cock in me, darling. That's what it's for, you know."
He grinned and she undulated her hips against the mattress. She raised her arms and rubbed her big tits with the palms of her hands. The boy slowly moved his hands over her inner thighs and stroked them gently. Her sensitive flesh sent shivers down her spine at his touch.
She giggled. "Does your mother know you fuck grown ladies?"
He nervously wiped his nose on the back of his hand. "No."
"Do you need a handkerchief?" she giggled.
"No."
"How come you like fucking older women."
"You're not so old."
"But what about cute little girls your age? Don't you like fucking them?"
He blushed and lowered his eyes. "Aw, they make a big deal about everything."
Claudine ground her ass into the mattress and twisted her hips.
"Okay, that's enough conversation," she said. "Stick it in, lover boy. I know why you like ladies my age. We know how to fuck and the little cheerleaders don't."
He snickered when she grabbed his prick and gripped his shaft. Still, he moved slowly and Claudine suddenly realized he wanted to make it last. Not only for his pleasure, but so he could tell his friends about it. Probably step by step, she thought.
Meanwhile, on the second twin bed, the other boy, a dark-haired teenager named Timmy, was mounting Clara. He had a sweet face and he hovered over her until his balls grazed her lips.
"Come on, darling," Clara trilled. "I can't quite reach it. Let's have those delicious-looking balls in my mouth."
The teenager chuckled nervously and glanced at Claudine and his friend. Then he lowered his ass and rested his ball-bag on Clara's parted lips.
Clara licked his nuts with long, hungry swipes of her tongue. She met Claudine's gaze and winked. "Do you like my present?"
"Love it," Claudine said.
Clara opened her lips wider and reached up to grasp the boy's ass. She tilted his cock back and lapped her tongue over the tip. The boy bent forward and dropped his prick-knob into her mouth and she squealed and clamped her lips around it.
Claudine was turned on by the lewd sight. Watching Clara Stanton, upstanding member of society, sucking a teenaged boy's cock was strangely perverse and erotic. Clara licked and sucked ravenously, one dainty hand clutching his cock-stalk and the other fondling his balls.
"You're too much," Claudine giggled, rolling onto her belly and guiding Billy's hands over her ass. "Touch me here, honey. As long as you're in no hurry to fuck, play with my asshole."
Billy was eager to please and he gazed down at Claudine's plump white asscheeks and gawked. Her legs were wide-spread and her pussy was exposed. He could see her puckered little asshole as she clenched and unclenched her asscheeks.
She moved a hand under her body and toyed with her pussy. She gazed up at the boy. "Haven't you ever seen a girl's asshole before?"
The teenager shook his head. "Not like this."
"Well, do you like it or not."
"Yeah, it's great."
"Then touch it, for God's sake," she said impatiently, turning her attention back to Clara and Timmy.
She waved her legs in the air and rubbed her cunt while she watched Clara inhale Timmy's cock. When the boy pulled out, Clara kept her mouth open and eagerly awaited his return.
Meanwhile Billy pinched and squeezed Claudine's doughy asscheeks and she held them open for him and spread them wide. "If you're a good boy I'll let you fuck me there," she teased.
He sucked in his breath. "You will?"
"Sure, grown women love getting their assholes fucked," she said.
"Jesus, lady, I don't know . . . "
"Are you afraid?" she said sternly.
"No," he mumbled.
"Well, don't worry about it," she said, moving her knees up and totally exposing her cunt and asshole to him. "I'll teach you how."
Timmy turned to them, his cock imbedded in Clara's throat. "Is she gonna let you give it to her in the asshole?" he said.
"Yeah," Billy said proudly.
"Jeez, are you lucky," Timmy said.
"Mmmmmmmmbbbbbbbblllllll!" Clara mumbled, her mouth stuffed with teenaged prick.
"Oh, I'm sorry, lady," Timmy said, pulling out of her throat.
"You almost killed me, darling," Clara breathed. "But what a way to die!"
She worked her lips and tongue over the boy's plum-shaped cockhead. Her cheeks sank in and her eyes glittered with an expression Claudine had seen many times. Clara was happiest when she had a teenaged boy's cock in her mouth. She preferred it to fucking.
Now Billy ran his hands over Claudine's ass-cheeks and jiggled them around. She craned her neck and smiled at him. "That feels good," she said, rolling over onto her back and wantonly spreading her legs.
He crouched on his knees between her thighs and gripped his cock. He pointed it at her pussy and in a moment the meaty head of his prick was caressing her juicy cuntlips and her too excited clit.
"Why, you darling," she sighed. "How did you know I like that?"
The boy grinned and wedged his cockhead part-way into her cunt. Then he stopped.
"Are you trying to tease me?" she hissed.
His eyes crinkled up and he nodded.
"Well, don't," she said, arching her back and screwing her pussy around his prick.
She sighed when his prick slipped out of her cunt gash and he fumbled around, trying to get it back in.
"Jesus, I'm sorry!" he muttered, his face flushed as he struggled to force his big cockhead into her slimy cunt.
"Look at that," Claudine whispered, her eyes glued to Timmy as he stuffed his prick all the way into Clara's cunt. "He's not having any trouble."
Billy continued trying to force his cockhead into her pussy-hole and finally in exasperation she reached down and pushed it in. Her eyes narrowed when he pushed the rest of his prick into her cunt slit.
"I'm in," he said proudly, his eyes wide open.
"So you are," she said wryly "Now that you're in, fuck!"
But the teenager slipped and sprawled all over her. He seemed to be all knees and elbows and arms and he landed on top of her and they kissed.
She moved a hand between them and felt the junction where his cock met her cunt. "I wish you could get your balls in there too," she giggled.
"I can try," he said, anxious to please.
She tousled his hair. "I was just kidding. You're doing just fine. You've got a lovely cock and it's in so deep. Now, start stroking a little. Not too much. Don't pull all the way out. Just take it easy and leave most of it inside me. That's right, honey. That feels real good. You're doing just fine."
"You're pulling on my nuts," he gasped.
She was pulling on his balls and she fingered his cockshaft when he pulled out of her cunt. "No good?" she teased.
"It's great!" he puffed.
She petted and fondled his almost hairless nuts and watched the other bed where Timmy was reaming out Clara's cunt. Billy's face contorted and Claudine grew alarmed.
"Don't you dare come yet!" she cried.
She dropped his balls and gripped his ass and he pulled back until only his cockhead remained in her pussy.
"I'm not coming!" he gasped. "I can last a long time!"
"Lucky you," Clara giggled. "Timmy here is about to burst, aren't you, darling?"
"Yes, ma'am," Timmy croaked.
"Well, you just keep on fucking, or I'll tear your heart out," Clara said in her sweet, gentle voice.
Claudine stopped watching them because Billy was driving her wild with his thrusting prick. He jammed it in balls-deep and then pulled out again. He moved his hands under her ass and filled them with her spongy flesh.
She came when he began pistoning his prick in and out of her depths and rasping his cock-shaft against her clit. He came when her pussy spasmed and clutched wildly at his prick. When he was through, he collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath.
When Claudine opened her eyes, she realized that Clara and Timmy had been watching them. They were lying in each other's arms and grinning.
"Good show," Clara giggled. She turned to her teenaged lover. "Did you enjoy watching Claudine get fucked?"
"Sure," Timmy said.
Clara tweaked his nose. "You've got to try Timmy," she said to Claudine. "He'll be rested in a few minutes. He's so sweet."
Timmy muttered and buried his face in Clara's neck. She patted his head and giggled. "He's such a baby," she whispered to
Claudine. "Just my speed."
She picked the boy's head up by the hair and kissed him on the lips.
"Do you wanna fuck again?" Timmy said.
Clara probed his mouth with her tongue. "I want Claudine to try you," she said.
Timmy glanced shyly at Claudine and Claudine raised her eyebrows. "I'm ready whenever you are," she said in a sultry voice.
"First let the boys push the beds together," Clara said. "That way we can all be together." She smiled brightly and the teenagers climbed off the beds and pushed them together.
Their cocks and balls bounced as they worked and the women lay on their bellies and watched them. When the boys climbed back onto the bed, Clara fell into Billy's arms.
"Let's change partners," she said and Claudine rolled over next to Timmy.
Timmy was fascinated with Claudine's tits. He touched them tentatively at first and then lowered his head and quietly took one of her nipples into his mouth.
He licked all around the colored portion and nibbled on the lust-stiffened tip. He dug his fingers into her spongy flesh and hefted them in his hands.
Claudine's fingers were busy too. She toyed with his limp cock and balls and dabbed a fingertip into his asscrack. Finally they lay down in the sixty-nine position and the boy buried his face between her legs.
She automatically clutched his prick and took it into her mouth. But she sucked without vigor. She didn't feel like working at the moment, but wanted to feel every touch of the boy's mouth on her snatch.
She smelled and tasted Clara's cunt on his cock and balls. Claudine found it fascinating that every woman smelled and tasted different. Men smelled and tasted different too, but something about a woman's odor was more interesting.
Timmy's cock soon hardened and without a word he climbed on top of her and rammed his cock into her juicy cunt. His cock wasn't as big as Billy's, but what he lacked in equipment he made up in enthusiasm.
They fucked slowly and the boy's face was serious and unsmiling. He thrust in and out and at one point his cock slipped out and he almost shoved it into her asshole.
"Oh, fuck, I'm sorry!" he said.
"Don't be," Claudine said. "I like it. Put it in my asshole."
He stared down at her. Perspiration dripped down his face and he looked so young, she shivered with excitement.
"Do you mean it?" he said.
"Yes, here, I'll turn my ass up. Don't be afraid of hurting me. Stick it in."
He fumbled around for a moment, but she guided his hand and in a moment his prick was buried inside her ass.
"Oh, fuck, that's so damn tight!" he hissed.
"Move it in and out a few times," Claudine said. "Don't be afraid to hurt me!"
He thrust in and out of her asshole, his face resting against her neck. She moved a hand to her cunt and toyed with herself. Then she shifted her hips and forced his prick out of her ass.
"Now, stick it back into my pussy," she said and the boy almost choked as he did as she requested.
Once he got the rhythm he moved from her cunthole to her asshole with ease. He shoved his prick into her asshole and reamed her hard and then pulled out and shoved it into her cunt.
His mouth hung open and his breathing was ragged. Claudine tightened her cunt-muscles around his prick and smiled at Clara.
"Are you giving him the full snapping treatment?" the blonde giggled.
"Yes," Claudine whispered, reaching down and fondling his balls.
The boy sighed when she gripped his cock inside her cunt-tube. He rested on his arms, but almost slipped as she suctioned him deep inside her pussy.
He gazed down at her jiggling tits and worked his lips convulsively.
"Kiss my titties," she said and he lowered his mouth to her tits and sucked vigorously on her nipples.
Dear God, this is the way to live, she thought as his prick rammed inside her asshole. She closed her eyes and grunted as she came. "Fuck me, you little fucker! Fuck me!" she screamed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
One night Claudine and Donald had a big fight. It was more vicious than usual and she stormed out of the house and jumped into her car. She drove a block away and killed the motor. Then she slumped against the steering wheel and wept.
It began to rain and she cried harder as the drops hit the windshield. Suddenly she hated her life. Hated the way she and Donald always fought and hated the way she had to sneak around if she was going to have any kind of sex life.
And she hated not trusting Donald. She knew he was seeing someone. He no longer tried to hide the evidence. The night before when he'd undressed, she'd found lipstick on his shorts. She'd confronted him with it and he'd smirked coldly.
Damn him! she thought as she hunted in her purse for a tissue. She blew her nose and stared in her rear-view mirror. It looked like Donald's car approaching.
She grabbed a scarf from her purse and tied it around her head in an attempt to hide her face. She gazed into the car as it passed by and saw with a sinking heart that it was Donald.
She turned the ignition key and started following him. In her heart she knew where he was going. But she had to prove it to herself once and for all. She followed him until he parked in front of Florie Anderson's house. Gunning the motor, she sped off.
She was convinced he'd started the fight so he'd have an excuse to leave the house and go to Florie's. There was only one way to fight this thing and she knew what that way was. She'd go out and get fucked too. What other option did she have?
Normally she'd have driven to the school yard and picked up one of the bigger boys. But since it was raining, she knew it would be deserted. Instead she pulled into the parking lot of a local bar and feeling totally dejected, she walked in and found a seat at the bar.
It didn't take long for someone to approach her. She smiled, but then realized it was Bart Brady, the man who'd fucked her ass against her wishes. She winced when he leaned over and kissed her cheek.
"Get lost," she said, downing her gin and tonic and motioning to the bartender for another.
"Hey, be nice to a guy," he said, sitting down next to her. "So I had a little too much to drink that night."
Despite her resolve not to speak to him, she found herself responding to his animal charm. "You really are a Jekyll and Hyde," she said after a while.
He looked blank. "I don't know what that means, but I've got a big Caddy outside just waiting for us."
"Same place, same wild man?" she said, turning around on the stool and crossing her legs.
He took her hand and laid some bills down on the bar. "Come on. I've got someone I want you to meet."
They sat in the car and waited and after a few minutes a strange man walked out of the bar and climbed into the back seat of the car. He looked familiar to Claudine, but the light was dim and she couldn't place him.
"Meet Judge Powell," Bart said, driving off.
"Call me Phil," the judge said, extending his hand and smiling graciously.
He was an attractive man and quite prominent in town. Claudine faced the front and tried to catch Brady's eye in the rear-view mirror.
"We're going to the usual place, aren't we?" Powell said.
"Sure, Judge, the same place," Bart said.
"You didn't tell me someone was joining us," Claudine whispered.
Phil Powell sat forward on the seat. "If you'd rather I didn't go-" he said, but Bart cut him off.
Claudine slumped back in the seat. "I don't care," she said.
What did it really matter? She was a cheat and an easy fuck. Her reputation was shot anyway. And she liked double fucking. Phil Powell was a good-looking man and Bart would behave with him around. Donald was probably fucking Florie Anderson right this minute. Florie, she thought with a shrug. m
Florie of the hanging tits and big ass. She knew she was being catty, but it hurt that Donald preferred Florie to her.
"It's nice of you to let me join you," Judge Powell said and Claudine realized he'd been speaking for some time.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," she said.
"That's okay," he said. "And please call me Phil. I hate the formality of being called by my title."
They drove to the same motel Brady had taken her to before and Brady mixed drinks while the judge gazed at Claudine with glittering eyes.
"I thought you looked familiar when you got in the car," she said.
"You won't tell anyone about this, will you?" he said.
She sipped her drink nervously. "I can't afford to talk, if you know what I mean," and she waved her wedding ring at his face.
He smiled and gulped his drink. "Yes, it's better when everyone's married." He gazed at Bart who was standing in front of Claudine.
"Finish your drink and get your clothes off, baby," Bart said, snapping his fingers.
"I don't see a dog around here," she said sarcastically.
His face flushed. "Okay, okay, but we know why we're here and it ain't to drink."
"You could treat the lady with a little more respect," the judge said, smiling at Claudine.
"He doesn't know how," she said, putting her drink down and rising to her feet. "Mr. Brady-or is it Bart?-doesn't know how to treat a lady."
Brady grabbed her and lifted her into his arms. "I'm sorry, sexpot," he said. "It's just that I can't wait."
"Put me down," she said and he set her down in the middle of the floor.
He helped her undress and the judge gazed at her with smiling eyes. Brady yanked her bra off and the judge's eyes sparkled.
"Incredible tits," he said.
He stared at Claudine's slightly hanging, velvet-skinned tits and licked his lips. They wobbled enticingly as she leaned back and wiggled her ass on the rug.
In a moment Brady peeled her panties down and then her stockings and garter belt and the judge peered down at Claudine's cunt.
"Terrific body," he said, almost casually.
"What did I tell you?" Brady said.
"Are you going to take a walk?" the judge said.
"I thought we'd fuck her together," Brady said.
Claudine leaned on one elbow and cocked an eyebrow. "Are you guys going to argue or fuck?"
Her panties clung to one foot and she kicked them off and sat with one leg raised. Both men gazed at her and chuckled. She liked being stared at. She loved the admiration. Fuck Donald, she thought, fuck him to hell!
The men stripped and Claudine was fascinated at the differences in their behavior. While Brady almost tore his clothes off, the judge undressed slowly and folded his clothes neatly on a chair. She knew instinctively that the judge would be a considerate and gentle lover. Not like Brady who'd brutalized her.
Still, the sight of Brady's prick made her pussy itch. He was a sexy guy, no matter how uncouth he was. And he was a friend of the judge's. He couldn't be all bad.
The judge was slim and pale. He looked like an indoor type. His muscles didn't ripple like Brady's and his chest was narrow. But Claudine was experienced enough to know it didn't matter. It was what a man did with what he had that counted. Even the size of a prick wasn't all that important. She'd been fucked by guys with small cocks who sent her soaring with ecstasy.
But then she saw the judge's prick and her breath caught in her throat. It was totally stiff and hugged his belly like a leather glove. His cockhead was purple and a glob of spunk was m oozing out of the tip. His balls were rosy and taut with jism and even though his cock wasn't as big as Brady's, Claudine felt a rush of excitement.
When both men were naked, Brady took her arm and forced her hand over his cock.
"Where's the fire?" she said sarcastically. "I'm not running away."
Brady chuckled and gestured lewdly with his lips and tongue. "You bet you're not, cutie. You want it as much as we do."
"I never said I didn't!" she hissed, pushing :s arm away. "I just don't like to be rushed."
"I'm getting pissed," Brady said, in a whisper. "You in love with the judge or something?"
"Don't be an ass, I don't even know him," she said.
The judge was standing near the dresser, sipping a drink and unaware of their conversation. He glanced at his watch and then at Claudine and Brady.
"You're really very lovely," he said.
"Thanks, Judge," Brady smirked.
"I meant the lady," the judge said.
"Thank you," Claudine said. She turned to Brady. "I think I am in love!"
They climbed onto the bed and without any preliminaries the judge climbed between her legs and pushed the purple head of his prick into her cunthole. She wasn't prepared for it and tried to prevent its entry.
"Let me in," he said, a tiny smile playing on his lips as he tried to force his prick-knob into her juicy pussy.
"I wasn't expecting you to do that yet," she said. "I don't know if I'm wet enough."
The judge licked his fingers and swiped the saliva over her cunt gash. "Now you're wet," he said, pushing in. This time his cock slid smoothly into her pussy.
She wrapped her legs around his back as he stroked in and out of her pussy-hole. He fucked her methodically, but Claudine needed more stimulation. He seemed to sense it because he pulled out and crouched between her legs. Then he moved his face against her pussy and started licking.
She stiffened and sighed when she felt his hot breath and wet tongue on her cunt. "Oh, yes!" she said. "Oh, yes!"
"She needs warming up," Brady said in an anxious voice. "But once she's hot there isn't a better fuck in town."
"Shut up, Brady," the judge said. "I'm not complaining."
He snaked his tongue out and licked her inner pussy petals. He tickled her clit and even her asshole. When his tongue touched her clit, Claudine closed her eyes and let the lovely sensations wash over her. She loved having her pussy eaten and the judge obviously was a zealous cunt-lapper.
"She loves it," Brady chortled, obviously relieved that his friend was getting along with Claudine. "You're really heating her up."
The judge zeroed in on her clit, lashing it with his tongue and taking it between his teeth and holding it. Claudine melted and her belly rippled with hot sensations. Tiny animal moans escaped her throat as the judge's slick tongue massaged her horny cunt slit.
A steady stream of cunt-juice leaked out of her pussy-hole and the judge licked it up with long swipes of his tongue. At intervals he raised his head and kissed her on the lips, spitting her own juice into her mouth.
He was a creative fucker. No one had ever made love to her like that before. Her entire body responded and she clutched and un-clutched his head with her creamy thighs.
He tongued and licked her fully erected clit until she cried out and clawed at his hair. Now when he hovered over her and kissed her, she could see his face was covered with her juices.
She forgot Brady as the judge dabbed the tip of his tongue against her cunthole. He screwed more of it inside her and used his fingers on her clit. It was too much for the horny housewife and she lost all control as she climaxed.
Even as she came, the judge tongue-fucked her briskly. He jerked his tongue in and out of her cunt and her legs fell open as she totally surrendered to her urgent needs.
He grinned down at her when he finally drew his tongue out of her steamy cunt gash. He wiped his face on the sheet and motioned to Brady. Claudine looked around and gazed into Brady's eyes.
"I'll bet you were hoping I was gone," Brady chuckled.
"How did you guess?" Claudine said sweetly.
Now when the judge pushed his purple cockhead into her cunt, it entered her easily and Claudine trembled. Every nerve-ending in her cunt was primed. Just a few strokes and she would come again.
He drove his cock all the way into her pussy and his balls tickled her ass.
"Sweet pussy," he said, his face flushed anc a lock of hair falling over one eye.
"Tight, huh?" Brady said.
"Sweet and tight," the judge said, gazing down at Claudine. "Is it good for you?"
"Oh, yes!"
"I love to make a woman come," he said. "Oh, Judge!" Claudine sighed. He cork-screwed his cock and deliberately rubbed his prickshaft against her clit. She lis arched her body up to meet his thrusts and moaned with bliss every time his prick entered her.
Brady sat next to them and masturbated, making obscene remarks occasionally, but otherwise not bothering them. He stared at Claudine's wobbling tits and she met his gaze.
"Why don't you get lost?" she giggled.
"Why don't you go fuck yourself?" Brady said.
The judge's prick continued slicing in and out of her snapping cunt slit. He had incredible control because when Claudine was really excited her pussy snapped shut around his prick.
"Didn't I tell ya she's got a snapper?" Brady said.
The judge didn't answer. His face was contorted now and his eyes shut tight. It was obvious he was ready to blast off, but was prolonging his pleasure.
Claudine threw her legs around his back and fucked back at his frantically thrusting cock. Her boiling-hot pussy sucked on his cockmeat and he began slamming his cock even deeper inside her depths.
He continued humping her as she came and she screamed because her orgasm was so intense. Her cunt contracted with powerful spasms and he finally came.
They writhed together for a few moments while he filled her with his spunk. Then when his cock went limp, it slipped out of her and he rolled over onto the bed.
"Get on your hands and knees," Brady said and before she had a chance to catch her breath he was pushing her over.
Claudine's heart pounded as he crouched behind her and plunged his prick right into her just-fucked cunt. She gasped as he fucked her. His strokes were almost brutal. She'd forgotten just how rough he was. And after the judge, it felt strange to be fucked by Brady.
She tilted her ass up in the air and fucked back. She hugged her tits and fell forward with every forceful thrust of Brady's prick. The judge sat up and watched, his eyes on Claudine's ass as Brady's cock slammed in and out of her pussy.
She moaned hoarsely with every stroke and felt another orgasm approaching. She was amazed at her capacity for pleasure. She'd lost count of the number of orgasms the judge had given her. And now here she was about to come again.
"This chick is some good cunt, isn't she, Judge?" Brady said.
Claudine didn't hear the judge's reply because Brady growled as he came. He plunged his spurting cock inside her. His m thrusts were brutal now and she thought for a moment he would split her in two. But he didn't. His steamy jism flooded her hot pussy and when he was through he collapsed on top of her.
After a few moments, she shoved him off. "You're killing me," she said.
"Do you think you can take a little more?" the judge said almost shyly.
Claudine glanced at him. He held his prick in his hand and it was hard again. She grinned and held out her arms. "I think it's only fair for me to suck you now," she said.
He stretched out on his back and she knelt between his thighs. She sucked his cockhead into her mouth and rested her cheek on his thigh.
Who says brainy men aren't good lovers? she thought as she flicked her tongue over his stiff cockshaft.
CHAPTER NINE
"Ovarian cysts are nothing to worry about," Dr. Anderson said somewhat briskly. "And in any case, it maybe nothing. Let's just undress and scoot onto the table over there. Put on the robe and we'll get on with the examination. After I finish your history, that is."
Claudine flushed slightly. When her gynecologist had told her she might have a cyst on one ovary, he suggested she see the best surgeon in town, Dr. Anderson. At the time Claudine had forgotten that Florie was married to a surgeon. She was too worried to think about anything, but finding out if she needed surgery. When she'd walked into the doctor's office, however, and while he was taking her history, she'd seen an eight by ten photograph of Florie on his desk. So this was the old fart Florie described. Claudine tapped her foot as she answered his questions. He wasn't much older than Florie, and he was an attractive man. Florie had said he was twice her age. Bullshit! Claudine thought.
"Do you experience pain when you have intercourse?" the doctor said now.
Claudine thought for a moment. "I'm not sure . . . sometimes I feel a pressure . . . "
"What about when you masturbate? Do you use a dildo or just your fingers?"
"Pardon me?" She sat forward. "Does it matter?"
He gestured impatiently. "Everything matters when we're talking about female organs. If you use a dildo and get, shall we say, carried away, you could irritate delicate tissues. In that case we can rule out a cyst and you can simply be a little more conservative when you masturbate."
"But can't you just examine me and feel if there's a cyst there?"
"It's not that simple, Mrs. Darrow. We like to have certain questions answered prior to the examination."
She felt more silly than embarrassed, but she cleared her throat and folded her hands in her lap. She noticed his eyes on her legs and felt more confident.
"I don't masturbate that often," she said. "I have a pretty active sex life." She automatically thrust her chest forward and he eyed her tits.
"But when you do masturbate," he said, writing quickly. "What do you use?"
"Mostly my fingers."
"How often?"
"A few times a week."
He glanced at her quickly and looked down at the report he was writing. "And when you have intercourse?"
"What about when I have intercourse?"
"Does your husband thrust very forcefully?"
She smiled. "My husband isn't involved that much."
She knew she was treading on dangerous territory, but she didn't care. She had no interest in shielding the good doctor from his wife's exploits. She wouldn't tell him Florie was having an affair with Donald, but if it came up she wouldn't deny it.
"Do you mean there are other men in your life?" he said.
She stared right into his eyes. "That's exactly what I mean." She swung her leg nervously. Maybe Dr. Anderson didn't operate on women who cheated on their husbands. She giggled and bit her lip to restrain herself.
"I see you're amused," he said, placing his pen on the desk and leaning back in his chair.
"Well, in a way I am," she said.
"It's not my business to preach, Mrs. Darrow. And you're a very attractive woman. Incidentally, how are your breasts?"
"Compared to what?" she giggled.
He smiled. "From the standpoint of lumps."
She sat forward in her chair. "As you can see, I've got two big ones." She giggled again.
"You're quite a kidder," he said, rising to his feet. "Let's get down to business now, Mrs. Darrow." He tired to look stern, but his eyes danced. "Off with the clothes and up on the table. Quickly now."
Claudine rose up and waited for him to leave the room. After a moment she realized he wasn't going. He leaned against the edge of the desk and watched her as she stepped out of her shoes and skirt and stood before him wearing only a slip and blouse.
"You can put your clothes on that chair," he said in an offhand manner. He made a notation on her chart and she finished undressing. When she was naked, she began to slip into the paper robe, but he stopped her. "Oh, forget that. It's foolish really. What is there to hide?"
She climbed onto the table and lay back. He stood at the end of the table facing her. She deliberately kept her legs together and he smiled wryly.
"Scoot on down here, Mrs. Darrow, and let's get our feet in the stirrups."
"Oh, are you putting your feet in here too?" she said as she spread her legs.
He chuckled as he placed her feet in the stirrups. "Actually that's not a bad idea," he said. "But enough frivolity. Let's get down to business."
She felt totally unselfconscious as she lay on the table with her legs spread. Her pussy was completely exposed and her tits wobbled with every movement. She actually enjoyed it. She liked being on display and liked watching the doctor's face as he fought to maintain his professionalism.
He lowered his eyes and bent down and gazed at her cunt. He turned away and slipped a rubber globe on one hand and turned back to; her. He pulled a stool over and sat down and now his face was an inch away from her crotch.
"I'm going to examine you now," he said. His voice sounded strained. "You tell me if what I do hurts."
"Yes, doctor," she smiled.
She knew instinctively he was attracted to her and she had no intention of making him more comfortable. She stretched her arms and watched her tits pull up and she noticed his eyes shift from her cunt to her tits.
Now he pushed one gloved finger into her pussy and wiggled it around. Her pussy lubricated and contracted wetly on his finger. He probed more deeply, sending his finger soaring into her depths. He seemed to be deep in thought and Claudine bit her lip to keep from moaning.
"That seems to be okay," he muttered under his breath, pulling his finger out and slipping the glove off his hand.
When he turned back to her, he held the slick folds of her pussy apart with his thumbs and peered down at her pussy. She sucked in her breath as he ran his thumb over the hood of her clit.
"Nice healthy vagina," he said and she jerked backward with a soft moan when he lightly touched her clit.
"I see you're a healthy young woman," he said in a husky voice, running the tip of his thumb back and forth over her clit. "Do you always have such a strong response."
"Yes," she gasped.
"I was hoping maybe you were attracted to me," he smiled. "Just joking, of course."
She nodded her head and automatically, tensed her thighs. "What about the cyst? Did you feel anything?"
"You're perfectly fine," he said, still rubbing the ball of his thumb back and forth over her clit. "It's just as I thought. Your partners have been a little over-zealous. You must tell them not to thrust too deeply for a while until you heal. But there's nothing basically wrong with you. You're a perfect specimen of womanhood."
Still, he continued tugging and massaging her clit and she couldn't restrain her reactions. She wiggled her ass on the table and watched her tits bounce around. Suddenly he worked three fingers all the way into her pussy. He sawed them in and out and gazed at her with half-shut, dreamy eyes.
"Tell your partners to thrust this way. In this way they won't hurt your sensitive membranes. They'll get a chance to heal. There's no reason to stroke so hard." He thrust his fingers more forcefully in and out of her cunt as he spoke. m
"Oh, Doctor!" she gasped, arching her back and thrusting herself back at his fingers.
She wiggled her bare ass against the cold leather table in a circular motion and gulped for breath. She clutched her tits and flicked her fingernails over her nipples.
"I'm very embarrassed, doctor," she said.
"Why is that?" He leaned down until his face was inches from her pussy.
"I guess I'm getting a little excited," she said as he thrust his fingers more rapidly into her juicy cunt.
"It's only natural," he said hoarsely. Her pussy clutched his fingers and sucked on them and she rammed her cunt forcefully against him.
"Oh, doctor, you're driving me crazy!" she moaned, rolling her head from side to side and no longer thinking rationally.
"Is that so?" he said as he used his free hand to squeeze her clit.
"I'm going to come, doctor!" she cried. "You're going to make me come!"
She raised her ass off the table and let the sensations of her orgasm wash over her. Her entire body twitched and she trembled as she thrust herself at him.
When she regained her senses, she realized he was breathing hard. She continued squirming and he continued finger-fucking her. As suddenly as he'd begun, he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and wiped them on his lab coat. Then he leaned over and pressed his lips against her and she pulled her knees back and came again.
He moved his hands under her ass and brought her cunt up to meet his face. He sucked her glistening flesh and ran his tongue up and down her velvety cunt folds. He darted it up and down and from side to side until another climax raged through her. He finally stopped when she shuddered uncontrollably and kicked him in the ear with one foot.
He smacked his lips against her pussy. He tongued her cunthole and lapped her clit. He squeezed the round cheeks of her ass and dug his fingers into her flesh. She jerked her pussy up and cried out when he rammed his tongue into her hole.
The pleasure engulfing her was intense, but now she wanted more. She wanted his cock in her mouth. She quaked as he flicked his tongue back and forth on her clit. She kicked him again and wrapped her ankles around his neck.
Now he was locked against her and she pumped her hips frantically as he ate her. He feverishly nibbled and licked her cunt and sent tremors of ecstasy through her.
"Let me suck your cock!" she hissed, wiggling her ass violently.
With one more twist of her hips, she strained and clamped her thighs around his head. When he stopped licking, she sagged back onto the examining table and panted for breath.
He straightened up and wiped his lips with a piece of tissue. She eyed the bulge in his crotch and blushed.
"You must think I'm crazy," she said.
"I think you're a normal young woman," he said.
"I mean when I said I wanted to suck your cock," she said.
He unbuckled his belt without removing his eyes from hers. He dropped his pants and shorts and moved to the side of the table.
"I'm delighted with your enthusiasm," he said, his cock jutting out under her nose.
Claudine had long ago freed her feet from the stirrups. Now she rolled onto her side and look his cock in her hand. She squeezed the lip and pumped it from the knob to the root.
Dr. Anderson held his hands on his hips and closed his eyes as she flicked her tongue over the throbbing head of his prick. He grunted softly" when she licked up the drop of jizz oozing out of his slit. She kissed the juicy tip and closed her lips around his entire knob.
She held his cockshaft in her fist and licked all over his cockhead. She polished it with her saliva and hungrily sucked his knob back into her mouth.
She made a tight ring of her lips and slid it up and down his stalk. Her straight black hair flew over her shoulders and he thrust himself at her sucking mouth.
At one point he laced his fingers through her hair and muttered something she didn't hear. He thrust his hips forward and grunted again, shoving his cock more deeply into her mouth.
"Can you take it into your throat?" he said hoarsely.
"I'll try," she said, determined to give him the sucking of his life.
"Take it all the way in," he hissed. "Lick it all over and take it into your throat."
The cheating wife sucked hungrily on his twitching prick. The knowledge that she was sucking off Florie Anderson's husband excited her. She labored over his cock and fondled his balls, running her tongue tip in tiny circles over his cockhead.
"Use your fingers on the cockshaft," he said and she moved his cock skin up and down his stiff pole.
She squeezed his nuts and kept her head still while he fucked her mouth. All her cock-sucking experience came in handy now. She gave him everything she had.
"Excellent cock-sucking," he muttered. "The best, my dear. The very best."
"You can come in my mouth," she said.
"That would be lovely," he said.
"I'll go slowly," she said. "That way it'll last."
"No," he said. "If I come in your mouth I won't be able to fuck you and we'll both be the loser."
Boldly the brunette spit his cock out and held out her arms. "If you want to fuck, get over here and fuck. You talked me into it."
She giggled and he smiled as he climbed on top of her on the narrow table. He positioned his prick at the entrance to her cunthole and she gazed up at him with hot eyes.
"Stick it to me," Doc," she said as he pushed his prick into her slippery cunt.
"Now we're both even," he said, his prick imbedded deep in her pussy.
She raised her shapely legs and wrapped them around his back. "What do you mean?" she said.
"I know all about Florie and your husband," he said, working his hands under her asscheeks.
"You do?" she said.
He began stroking slowly and deeply and her cunt sucked on his dick with every thrust. "Of course, I know," he said. "Until today
I didn't know if you knew."
Claudine wondered if Florie had told him about the rape, but she said nothing. It was an experience she wanted to forget.
"What are you going to do about it?" she panted.
"Nothing, now," he said.
She moaned when he began pumping faster. He ground his cock-bush into her clit. "What do you mean?" she said.
"Now you and I will get even together," he said. "Isn't that why you came here?"
"Not really," she said. "I didn't even know you were Florie's husband until I saw her picture on your desk." She wiggled her ass and strained against him.
He bent over and captured one of her tits in his mouth. She worked her hips and welcomed his mouth on her tits.
"You're a terrific piece of ass," he said.
"Why, Doctor, how you talk," she said.
"Seriously, I don't know what that asshole you're married to is doing with Florie."
"He hates home cooking," she said. "Oh, God, deeper!" she moaned. "Fuck me deeper! Ooohhh, God, fuck me harder! Faster! Harder and faster!"
He rammed his cock in a frenzy and she hoarsely cried out as her ecstasy overwhelmed her. She draped her legs over his shoulders and fucked back.
His hips whipped up and down as he pistoned his prick into her hotly gripping cunt. Her pussy clutched his cock and he clenched his teeth in an obvious attempt at control.
His balls slapped her ass as he speared her. An animal growl escaped his lips and he tightened his grip on her ass. Then his cock twitched inside her and she felt his come pour into her pussy. He filled her up with his cream and they strained together at the end, locked in the age-old embrace.
CHAPTER TEN
Claudine and Dr. Anderson began an affair. They met at his office in the afternoons and had dinner at least once a week. Besides a good sex life, they had in common their cheating spouses.
One day Claudine met him at his office after hours. She sat down on the sofa in his office and he fixed her a drink while he phoned a few patients.
"I've got an idea," he said to her as he dialed the phone. "I think you'll like it." He cleared his throat while the telephone rang.
He spoke to his patient while Claudine teased him by crossing her legs and pulling her skirt up to her crotch. She saw him touch his cock under his desk while he gazed at the creamy softness of her thighs.
She blew him a kiss and lit a cigarette. Through half-parted lips, she sipped her drink, wondering what he had in mind.
He knew she liked fucking better than anything. They'd gone to a few movies together and he'd bought her a book or two. But she grew bored quickly. The only thing that captured her interest and held it was a good stiff prick.
When he hung the receiver up, he turned to her. "I'll make the rest of the calls in the morning," he said, placing some papers in a briefcase. He smiled and stood up, walking around the desk and taking her hand.
"Let's go to the house," he said, taking the drink from her hand.
She rose up and followed him out of the office. "Your house?" she said. "I don't understand."
"You'll see," he said, stepping into the elevator.
She rubbed up against him on the way to the lobby. "Are you going to fuck me in your bed?" she said, nibbling his earlobe while she pushed her tits against his arm.
"Is that what you want?" he said.
"Mmmmm, yes, and I want you to rub your prick up and down my cleavage," she purred.
"What else?" he said.
"And then I'll take your cock in my mouth and suck it until you see stars."
He chuckled. "We just might do that," he said.
When they reached the lobby, he pushed the close button and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her belly against his.
"I can hardly wait," she said, grinding her cunt against his crotch.
"We better go," he said, releasing the button.
They stepped out of the elevator and walked to the parking lot to his car. "What's the surprise?" she said, climbing into the car.
"You'll see," he said.
They drove the few miles to the Anderson house.
"Aren't you afraid Florie might walk in on us?" Claudine said as he parked around the corner from the house.
"Not really," he said.
"God, I'm horny, Doc," she said, hooking her arm through his. "But tell me. What's the story? Why didn't you park in the driveway?"
"You'll see," he said and in a moment she saw Donald's car parked in the driveway of the Anderson house.
"Oh," she said, stopping in her tracks. "What do you have in mind? Tell me. That sonofabitch!" she muttered under her breath.
"I thought we'd have a little fun," he said, putting his key in the lock. "Are you game?"
"You mean we're going to watch them?"
He nodded, his eyes glittering. "Want to?"
She shrugged. "Sure, why not?" she said.
They entered the house quietly. Claudine's heart pounded as they stood in the hallway and listened for sounds coming from upstairs. There was muffled laughter and then stillness.
"I told Florie I was attending a medical meeting," he said.
Claudine nodded and when Anderson slipped out of his shoes, she did the same. They tip-toed upstairs like two thieves. The carpeting was thick and soft under her feet. He led her into a bedroom next to the master bedroom. They went out to the terrace and from there they were able to see into the master bedroom.
They settled into a glider and Anderson pulled her into his arms. "I arranged for the curtain to be tied back," he said. "Look right through that pane there. See the one?"
Claudine looked and she was able to see into the bedroom. Donald and Florie were under the blanket and Donald was kissing her. Claudine turned to Anderson and giggled nervously. He reached down and cupped the soft cheeks of her ass under her skirt. They kissed, their eyes glued to the couple on the bed.
"Oh, God, I love your big cock," they heard Florie say as she writhed against Donald. "Get this thing out of the way."
Together the couple flung the blanket aside and Claudine could see they were naked. She didn't look at Anderson, but she heard him chuckle when Florie grabbed Donald's cock and pumped it up and down.
Anderson snaked his hand inside Claudine's panties and squeezed her butt while they watched Donald mount Florie. In a moment his prick was plowing in and out of the blonde's pussy. The sight of Florie Anderson's cunt clinging to Donald's prick as he pulled partway out of her pussy made Claudine's blood race.
"Fuck me!" Florie yelled, flinging her arms around Donald's neck. "Fuck me good and hard!"
Donald stroked, noisily in and out of the slickness of Florie's cunt. Claudine remembered the night she and Florie had been raped m by the two thugs. She remembered how Florie had loved it. She blushed. She'd had a few orgasms too, but Florie had enjoyed the degradation as well as the fucking. Claudine had been infuriated at being forced to submit. Her pussy had responded but her mind hadn't.
Now she reached over and stroked Anderson's crotch. There was a big bulge in his fly. A result of watching his wife being fucked by another man. People are crazy, Claudine thought. There's no doubt about it.
Donald and Florie were locked together as their spouses watched. Donald's cock pumped in and out of Florie's pussy and Claudine was amazed that she felt no jealousy. She was past jealously. All she felt was excitement.
"Now you're cooking!" Florie cried. "Now you're fucking! Oh, Jesus, you're in so deep! You're in so deep!"
Florie's tits flopped around and her nipples were long and stiff-looking. Claudine watched Anderson's face to see his expression. He looked excited and his fingers dipped into her asscrack as he watched.
"This was a great idea," Claudine said, rubbing his cock through his fly.
Anderson unzipped his fly and moved her hand inside. She stroked his half-hard cock while she stared excitedly at her husband and Florie. Florie yelled obscenities as Donald fucked her. Donald propelled his prick in and out of her grasping pussy with a force that took Claudine's breath away.
She stared at Donald's ass as he pumped his hips between Florie's full white thighs. She had a wild desire to fling open the terrace door and rush into the room. She wanted to climb onto the bed, not to stop the illicit sexual scene, but to join it.
Blood rushed to her head and she thought she'd pass out from the excitement. She giggled when she realized she was sitting with a doctor who had his hand on her bare ass. If she became ill, she had nothing to worry about. Anderson would take care of her.
Now she watched Donald's balls slap wetly against Florie's ass. She pumped her fingers up and down Anderson's cock pole and squeezed his cockhead.
"Can't they see us?" she whispered.
He shook his head slowly, his eyes on the scene in the bedroom. "Not the way Florie fucks."
"You're right," Claudine giggled. "But we can't fuck out here."
"Why says?" Anderson smiled, moving his hand to her wet cuntslit.
They huddled together, totally fascinated by the scene on the bed inside the room. Donald pounded away and the bedsprings creaked.
"He never fucks me that enthusiastically," Claudine said.
"I never fuck Florie that enthusiastically either," Anderson replied.
They watched Florie wrap her lush thighs around Donald's hips. Claudine writhed against Anderson and the glider squeaked. She glanced at him and they giggled softly. She had no fear the couple on the bed would hear. They were totally engrossed in each other.
The Anderson house was secluded so no one could see them, but the air was becoming chilly. Claudine's teeth chattered and she draped her thigh over Anderson's lap while he fingered her.
"Look at that cunt fuck!" Anderson hissed.
"I'm looking," Claudine said wryly.
"She's not as good a fuck as you," he said, "Thanks. I needed that."
She shivered and he wrapped his arm around her and removed his hand from her panties. "Had enough?" he said.
"You mean, that?" She nodded toward the bedroom.
"Yes. Do you want to leave? We can go to a motel."
"No, I wouldn't miss this for the world," she said. "We're not going anywhere."
"Good girl," he chuckled, holding her close.
Claudine trembled with excitement as she watched Florie's thick cuntlips suck on Donald's prick. The thrashing blonde thrust herself at him and chanted obscenities over and over again.
Suddenly Claudine understood what Donald saw in the older woman. Florie was totally uninhibited. She was a woman who looked and acted like a lady, but in her heart she was a whore. And it was plain that Donald loved it. Maybe any man would.
Through the pane, Claudine could see Florie's juices boil out around the root of Donald's prick. Her wantonly spread legs waved wildly with every stroke of his cock.
She squealed and grabbed his ass in her hands and screamed with passion. Her mouth hung open and her lips curled back from her teeth. She looked like a mad woman, shrieking insanely as Donald plowed his cock into her pussy.
Suddenly he reared back and plunged in, but on the terrace Claudine dropped her purse and he and Florie heard the noise. They broke apart and Donald climbed off the bed and moved to the terrace door. Anderson and Claudine tried to move out of his vision, but everything happened too quickly and he saw them.
He flung open the terrace door and stood there naked, his prick dwindling to nothing before their eyes. "Jesus Christ, what the fuck are you two doing here?" he said.
For a moment no one said anything. Then Claudine regained her composure. She swaggered into the bedroom and confronted Florie. "Guess who's joining you?" she smiled as she pulled her clothes off.
"How long have you been out here?" Florie said, more excited than flustered. She rolled onto her belly and watched her husband and Claudine undress.
"Never complain and never explain," Anderson said.
Then Claudine was lying in the middle of the bed with her knees pulled up and her thighs wide spread. She masturbated while the others stared at her.
Donald lay down next to her and stroked her cheek. "You're too much, you know it?" he said.
"Why don't you finish off in here?" she said, pointing toward her gaping pussy. "A wife has just as good a pussy as a mistress, you know?"
"If anyone can make me stay home it'll be you, honey," he said.
He climbed on top of her and she grabbed his prick and pulled it toward her horny cunt-slit. Donald reached for her tits. It was almost as if he'd never seen her naked before. He seemed to be drinking her in.
"She doesn't mean anything to me, honey," he whispered, kissing her hotly.
Her nipples quivered and poked his chest. "I know, baby. I know," she whispered.
And then he was inside her and stroking his cock into her cunt. They kissed and hugged and without a word rolled over until she was on top of him.
Now she controlled the stroking and she pulled back until his cock dropped out of her gash. "Do you promise you'll start staying home more?" she said.
"I will if you will," he said. "What about Anderson?"
"I only started fooling around because you were never home," she said. She shifted forward and guided his prick against her excited cunt.
"Do you love him?" He pointed at Anderson who was fucking his wife on the other side of the bed.
"He doesn't mean anything to me," she said.
She fell forward and took his cock inside her. Donald grimaced with lust and his body lurched forward. The moistness of her cunt sucked on his cock and when she thought he needed cooling off she dropped his cock from her pussy.
Anderson was pounding away at Florie's cunt and the blonde was shrieking and pounding her feet on his back. Donald glanced at her and shrugged. "She makes too much noise," he said.
"Fuck me, honey," Claudine said and he raised his ass and pushed his cock into her waiting cunt.
They rolled over again and Donald landed on top. He buried his cock in Claudine's snapping cunt. She rotated her hips and grabbed his cock with her pussy, but released it when she thought he might come.
He rammed the full length of his fully erected cock into her frothy pussy. It felt wonderful to have Donald's cock inside her. And he did love her after all. He promised to stay home more. She knew she'd forced the issue, but she'd be happy if he only cheated less and fucked her more. She couldn't ask for the impossible.
"Shall we switch?" Florie trilled suddenly.
"No!" Donald said.
"Say, fellow," Anderson said. "Watch how you talk to my wife."
"Oh, go fuck yourself!" Claudine yelled. "Don't pay any attention to them, honey," she said to Donald. "Fuck me and then we'll go home." ur
"Maybe you better go now," Florie said, climbing around on the bed and hovering over them.
"That's it, honey," Claudine squealed as Donald thrust his hips back and forth and whipped his cock into her gash.
She wrapped her thighs around his waist while he drove his stiff cockmeat into the moist heat of her cunt. When she came, her cunt milked his cock, but he maintained his control.
"Why can't you fuck like that?" Florie hissed at Anderson.
"Why, you little slut!" he snarled. "I ought to kill you for that!"
Claudine sighed and grasped Donald's ass. She pulled him more firmly against her. Her pussy sucked on his dick until he snorted with ecstasy.
"Oh, fuck me, honey!" Claudine sobbed. "Fuck me!"
He pounded her with a frenzy that took her breath away. On the other side of the bed Anderson slapped Florie in the face, but Claudine barely noticed. Donald was driving deeper and more forcefully into her pussy and she began climbing toward another climax.
"Why you cock-sucker!" Florie shrieked, reached for a vase and smashed it over husband's head.
Sounds of slapping and groaning filled the room. "Oh, Christ!" Claudine whimpered. "They're killing each other."
"She gets off on it," Donald panted. "That's their scene."
"Ooooooh, honey," Claudine squealed when his slick cock rasped her clit.
"I'll kill you!" Florie shrieked.
"Not before I kill you!" Anderson snarled.
Claudine tossed her head back and forth on the pillow. "Harder!" she hissed. "Fuck me harder, honey, and let's get out of here!"
Donald fucked her in a frenzy as he dumped his load into her pussy. When he was through, she cradled him in her arms until he regained his breath.
They sat up and looked around. The Andersons were in the sixty-nine position. Florie had a totally contented expression on her face and Anderson's face was buried in his wife's pussy.
"Let's get out of here," Donald whispered.
Claudine nodded as they gathered their clothes and tip-toed out of the bedroom. They dressed quickly in the hall and left the house. When they arrived home, Donald telephoned the local florist and sent Florie a dozen long stem roses.
"It's my way of thanking her for saving our marriage," he said as he took Claudine into his arms.
"I love you," she said, confident of their future together. "And I always will."
