Holding up the weight of her heavy tits, twenty-six-year-old Karen Driscoll looked at her nude image in the mirror.
She was hot. Anticipation always did that to her-her nipples started tingling, her pussy juiced up, and her body demanded relief of the tension. Tomorrow she would start a new job as a secretary with an insurance company, and the excitement of it had the tissues of her cunt congested and on fire.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Her tits were like two melons topped by hard red strawberries. Her stomach was trim from daily exercise. Her hips and ass were full and round and womanly. The dark hair covering her cunt mound made her pussy deliciously prominent. Cupping her tits in her palms, she squeezed them to make her nipples pucker out.
I deserve the best, she thought. She had a crummy little apartment in a building without very much class and she knew she deserved more than that. A woman with her looks ought to have clothes and money. Four years in her previous job had led nowhere. She'd been too meek. Now that she had a new job, she was determined to get to the top. She was determined, in fact, to marry the president of Fidelity Insurance, a man she'd never even seen!
Slipping a hand down between her legs, she cupped her pussy to feel the heat of it against her palm.
It was mid-afternoon, the sun bright and cheery, but the balmy weather somehow made her sexually desperate.
She'd had lovers, but most of the men she knew were jerks. Their idea of a hot date was a gallon of booze and, if they could make it to bed, a quick fuck before passing out. The next morning they would rave about what a great time they'd had. She was tall and leggy and she had beautiful tits and a great ass. She was tired of jerks. She hoped the men she'd meet at Fidelity Insurance would be more interesting. She'd be working for Don Graham, the advertising manager. Somehow she would get to know the president. Somehow she would get up there at the top.
In the meantime she had a dripping pussy.
She walked into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. Picking up a mirror, she spread her legs and held it between her thighs. She looked at the red gash of her cunt reflected back at her.
Slipping two fingers between her cuntlips, she pried them apart to reveal the sticky fluids coating the tender tissues of her cunt. , It's like a mouth, she thought, a hungry mouth.
She moved her fingers around in her cunt, feeling the smooth walls and getting more and more aroused. Sometimes she thought her need for sex would drive her crazy. She seemed to need it all the time. She was hardly ever satisfied.
When she reached the top and married the president of the company, she would be rich enough to have anything she wanted. If she wanted lovers, she'd have them by the dozen. She'd have someone's tongue in her pussy any time she wanted it. Men would climb all over each other for the chance to suck her cunt.
She pulled her douche bag down from a shelf. In a fit of need, she grabbed the nozzle and pushed it into her pussy. The nozzle was much too small. She had to churn it in her cunthole as though she were mixing butter. Her wrist whipped around in a circular motion. It was no good. She finally pulled the nozzle out and tossed the douche bag away with a frown of impatience.
The janitor, she thought. She had seen him through the window. He was in front of the building trimming the hedge near the sidewalk. He was old and grubby in his grimy striped overalls, but he had a cock. She hurried out of the bathroom. "Mr. Cooper!"
She called to him through the open window, a towel covering her naked body.
Cooper stopped moving and swiveled his head until he located her window. He stared at her with red bleary eyes.
"I've got a dripping faucet!" Karen shouted.
Actually, a dripping cunt, she thought. God, she was hot! Even an old man like
Cooper looked good. He looked like a bum. She wondered if he ever washed.
Ten minutes later Cooper shuffled into the apartment smelling of piss and whiskey. He blinked his bloodshot eyes at Karen's towel-covered body.
"Faucet?"
"Kitchen sink," she said, "Come on, I'll show you."
Show him she did. As they stood side by side at the kitchen sink, she gradually turned and pressed against him so that the swell of her tit pushed into his arm.
"Never mind the faucet," she said with a caressing voice.
"Huh?"
"How old are you, Mr. Cooper?"
"Sixty-two. Why?"
"Can you still get it up?"
"What the hell does that mean?" he asked incredulously.
"Would you like to fuck me?"
"Jesus H. Christ!"
She took his hand and led him into the bedroom. She wondered if any of the other women in the apartment complex had ever propositioned him like this.
"Get your clothes off," she said casually.
He wheezed and looked at her with ques-
tioning eyes. "You sure about this?" "What are you afraid of?" "I could lose my job," he whined. "You call what you do a job? Anyway, I'm not going to make any trouble for you, if that's what's worrying you."
A squeal came rattling out of his throat when she dropped the towel. His eyes glued to the jiggling of her heavy dark-nippled tits, he quickly stripped off his clothes with trembling hands.
His bluish-knobbed cock was only half-hard, but as soon as she took it in her hand, she felt his prick stiffening. She jiggled his balls. They were big, but they hung very low in a loose sac that looked as though it had been stretched by all the years of use. With a sac so loose, she could really feel the weight of his balls on her palm. She wondered when the old geezer had last dropped a load.
"On the bed," she said. "I'll ride on top." When she passed her hand between her legs, her cunt felt like a hot slimy swamp. Cooper's cock looked big enough to do the job, but she wasn't taking any chances. She would ride him and make sure she got what she needed.
After he stretched out on his back, she straddled him and leaned forward to hang her tits over his face.
"Suck my tits," she ordered.
"You bet your sweet ass!" he cackled. He opened his jaws wide and she dropped a tit into his yawning mouth.
"Oh, yes, that's good! Suck it hard, you old bastard!"
She tugged at her free nipple with her fingers, twisting and turning it to the rhythm of his sucking. When she finally pulled her tit out of his mouth, the nipple he'd been sucking was swollen and raw.
"Christ, you almost bit it off!"
"Isn't that what you wanted? Shit, lady, I'm just doing what you told me to do."
"Your cock's not hard yet, Mr. Cooper. How are we going to fuck with a soft prick?"
"Stick your finger in my ass."
"Yuk!"
"Ain't you ever done that before? My wife used to do that to me all the time. My cock won't get hard unless you do it."
"Maybe we ought to get your wife here."
"She's dead."
"I'm sorry."
"What for? She was a miserable bitch. Yeeeow! Easy, woman, you've got a big finger!"
Drilling her finger into the hot grip of his tight asshole, she massaged his shit-tube and chuckled as his cock rose up hard and long.
"That's better,*' she said. "Now just lie back and relax while I fuck you silly!"
Raising her ass, she shifted down his body until his cockhead rested against her cuntlips. Her pussy was drenched with cunt juice, wet enough to take him without any difficulty. She flexed her pelvis and his stiff cock slid smoothly into the dripping hole of her cunt.
She began moving with a slow rhythm, stabbing his cock deep into her pussy. A soft moan came out of her throat at the end of each stroke.
"Oh, God, it's good! You've got a wonderful cock, Mr. Cooper!"
He moved his hands up to her swaying tits and began squeezing and rubbing her thick nipples between his fingers.
She rose up until the head of his blood-engorged cock touched her clit, and then she dropped down to take his prick deep inside her juice-drenched cunthole.
"I love to fuck!" she crooned. "Don't you?"
"You bet your sweet ass!"
"You're the best judge of that," he said. "How does it feel?"
"It feels marvelous, Mr. Cooper! You're the oldest man I've ever fucked and your cock feels as good as any of them!"
She changed directions. She began sliding back and forth, impaling herself on the solid bar of his cock, her thick juices oozing out of her cunt to drip over his leathery ball-sac.
"I guess you were surprised about my coming on to you like I did," she said. "A few years ago I'd never have done something like that. I was too inhibited. It's stupid to be afraid, isn't it, Mr. Cooper? I wanted to fuck you and you looked like you knew how. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
"Never mind the sermon!" he leered. "Just keep moving your ass!"
Flinging her head back, she uttered a guttural cry as her climax arrived.
Cooper groaned, stiffened, and began shooting his load of hot jism into her spasming cunt.
"Oh, God!" she cried.
She ground her cunt against the pulsing shaft of his cock. Her body convulsed as waves of sensation invaded her. They rocked against each other bound together by his pumping cock.
Finally relaxing, Karen leaned backward. She was too tired to stay upright. She fell onto her back, her legs bending to allow his juice-coated cock to flop out of her cunt and slap against his stomach. She dozed off.
When she opened her eyes again, Cooper was sitting in a chair watching her. The old geezer sure had stamina! She wanted to fuck again, but she wondered if he'd be able to get another hard-on. The smelly old bum might have a heart attack! I might kill him! she thought.
She rubbed her tits. She saw the reaction on his face and began kneading her tits, pushing them out at him. Her nipples thickened and grew stiff again.
"Shit, yeah!" he wheezed. "You're some piece of ass, girlie!"
The blue tip of his cock began growing. He spread his legs slightly and bent his knees as he stroked the base of his swelling prick.
Arching her back, she pulled her feet back to her asscheeks, raised her ass completely off the bed, and began to rock from side to side with her knees spread wide apart. Her fingers wandered over her thighs. Her hands moved up and down her body on each side of her torso. She caressed her tits, fingered her nipples and moaned with excitement.
Her eyes fixed on his thickening cock. She moved a hand down her back to the crack of her ass. Her palm turned up, her middle finger traced the outline of her dripping cumlips. Her fingers parted the meaty lips of her cunt and slowly slid inside. She rubbed her slimy cunt juice between her thumb and forefinger, showing him how excited she was.
His bloodshot eyes fixed on her gaping cunt, Cooper wheezed and pulled his lips back in a yellow-toothed grin.
Turning over on her stomach, Karen pulled her knees up under her spread legs and showed him her ass. Her finger continued moving over her wet cunt, sliding up and down the inside of each lip and dipping briefly into the well of her cunthole.
Reaching up, she circled her asshole with a fingertip. Cooper grunted with approval as she pushed her finger into her shithole and worked it in and out.
"You're a hot ass bitch!" he growled.
She played with her asshole and taunted him. "Are you hard enough to fuck me yet?"
"You need cock!" he cackled. "And I'm here to give it to you!"
In a moment she was on her back with Cooper climbing on her body.
He began kissing her tits. He sucked her nipples until they were swollen again. Just as she reached the point where she was about to scream if he didn't do something more, he shifted his mouth down her body.
Her legs parted and he moved to a kneeling position between them. His mouth moved down her belly as she grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her ass.
He teased her by running his mouth all over her lower belly and thighs until she was forced to grab his head and direct his lips to her wet cunt.
"Eat me!" she ordered. "Suck my pussy!"
He went to work with a hungry, slurping sound, licking and sucking at her like a demon.
Finally, pulling his mouth away, he roared. "Via. going to suck your ass!"
Grabbing her hips, he turned her over onto her belly. He bent forward and began moving his mouth over the firm mounds of her asscheeks. His lips wandered over her smooth skin until she squirmed impatiently.
A cackling laugh came out of his throat. Pulling her asscheeks wide apart, he ran his tongue between them until the voluptuous sensation made her shiver. His fingers massaged her puckered asshole. He dropped spit from his mouth over the hole and lubricated it with his finger.
"You've got a tight little asshole!" he wheezed. "We'll have us a sweet fuck!"
Pushing a finger into her asshole, he reached his other hand around to rub her stiff clit. He stroked and massaged her cunt and ass until her breath quickened and she began pumping her hips and groaning.
She tensed when the head of his cock replaced his finger. He was smart enough to continue rubbing her clit until she was able to relax.
"Do it!" she hissed. "Fuck my ass!"
A moment later his cockhead pushed in and the tight muscles of her asshole gripped his prick. He continued pushing until with one final jab his cock was buried in her ass to the hilt.
She groaned. The feeling of fullness in her ass was heavenly!
He slid his fingers into the steaming cavern of her cunt and now she had both holes filled. As he began stroking her ass with his thick cock, a fire spread throughout her body. She moved her hips to the rhythm of his thrusting and moaned.
Soon she could feel his cock swelling inside her ass. Faster and faster they moved, her groaning and moaning spurring him on as though he were a cowboy riding a horse in a rodeo. His balls slapped against her cuntlips, ready to unload their hot foaming cum inside her rubbery shithole.
"Oh, Crist, here it comes!" he cried. "Give it to me! Fuck my ass! Shoot it!" With a great heave of their sweaty bodies, they groaned together and climaxed.
Chapter Two
At the very moment Karen was having her asshole filled with a load of hot jism, her new boss was busy with his wife.
Don Graham, advertising manager of Fidelity Insurance, dearly loved his wife. Her name was Arlene. She was a delicate-featured, blue-eyed blonde with long flowing hair that tumbled over her shoulders. Her tits were solidly packed and her figure was sensual. Her firm ass was a dream.
Arlene had been a virgin when they first married. Don's problem was that after ten years of marriage Arlene still had all her old inhibitions about sex.
She had never sucked his cock.
Six months before, at the end of a romantic evening on the town, they had agreed that she would do it on his birthday. The day had now arrived and Don was about to collect his present.
Arlene was on the floor in front of him, kneeling there, looking up at him with an uncertain smile on her face.
He moved his hands to her head, took hold of her smooth blonde hair, and slowly pulled her forward. She was obviously trying to cooperate, but the inhibitions produced by a strict upbringing made cooperation difficult. At the last moment she twisted her head to one side to spare her mouth contact with the tip of his rampant dripping cock.
"Oh, God!" she groaned. "I don't think I can go through with this!"
"You promised!" he hissed. "Don't think about it, just do it!"
"It's perverted."
"Bullshit! You know that's not true. We talked about it. Come on, do it!"
As he turned her head and pulled it forward, her lips grazed his cock. This time she refrained from pulling away.
"Now lick it," he said. The sight of her sweet rosebud mouth so close to his cock made his heart pound.
She pulled away to look up at him, and then she licked her lips once, nervously, before diving forward.
At the first warm touch of her tongue on his bloated cockhead, he almost shot his load.
She licked his cock lightly. As she became accustomed to it, she licked with greater pressure.
"All over it," he said with his teeth clenched.
She began licking more of his cockhead, sliding her tongue over it. He hissed with pleasure the first time she hit the underside of the crown. His belly quivered as she moved her tongue down over his cockshaft.
"Take it in your mouth," he said. "AH the way.in."
She hesitated a moment. Then she leaned forward and his wet cock was suddenly sliding into her warm mouth.
He felt his cockhead nudge the back of her throat. She almost gagged as her lips closed tightly around his throbbing cockshaft.
She began sucking. She was half-hearted about it, but it was better than nothing. He could hardly believe that Arlene was at last sucking his cock. He looked down at her blonde head and brushed some hair away so that he could watch her mouth moving, hollowing, expanding, rising and falling as she sucked on his prick.
All he could think of was the marvelous feel of her mouth moving on his rigid cock. The hot wetness of her mouth overwhelmed his senses.
Each swiping lick of her tongue on his cock took him higher and higher up the road to an orgasm. He pressed his fingers in her hair, felt the sweet softness of her neck as she sucked.
Was she more into it now? Was she getting turned on by her sucking, or was he imagining it? Her tongue tickled and licked. She seemed eager. Her hungry lips pumped his cock, sucking him forcefully.
God, how sexy she looked! Her moist full lips seemed swollen with sexual heat. He curled his fingers in her hair to control her head as it moved.
"Don't bite!" he whispered, and she heeded him, making him spasm, forcing him to stiffen and clutch at her head. A fierce pleasure burned through him. His ass jerked slightly. His belly spasmed.
I Then he began to come, pumping his jism
I into her mouth in a series of hot spurts. She
J made gagging sounds deep in her throat, but she managed to hold on without pulling back.
When she clamped her mouth down on his cock, his cum flowed out in one more salvo. He saw her throat work frantically to swallow his cum and the sight of that squeezed another shot of out of him.
Then it was over and he leaned back in the chair dazed by the last moments of his climax. Arlene withdrew her face from his crotch. Limp and wet, his cock dangled between his legs.
They Showered and dressed and had dinner in a cozy restaurant. Don was surprised at how many young people there were in the place. He was in high spirits. The memory of Arlene sucking his cock made him hum with pleasure. He wondered how many of the young girls in the restaurant were sucking the cocks of their boyfriends. Why had he allowed Arlene to wait so long?
By the time they arrived home he was horny again. After the babysitter left, he turned to Arlene and made her sit down on the sofa. He smothered her silly giggle with a passionate kiss. Working a hand up between their bodies, , he stroked her tits through her blouse and bra.
"Oh, God, not again!" she protested.
"Why not?" he said. "This is one of my horny days."
She wasn't very cooperative. She remained passive like a dutiful little wife. He found it exasperating, as he usually did, but he ignored it.
Kissing her again, he pressed her head back against the sofa. He put his hand under her dress and ran it up between her thighs. Her warm sleek crotch was securely covered by her pantyhose and panties.
"Take off your damn pantyhose!" he fumed.
Whimpering, apparently anxious to please him, she quickly kicked off her shoes and stripped off her pantyhose. Pushing her panty crotch aside, he stroked her velvety hair-fringed cuntlips with his fingertips. Then he released her mouth.
She gasped, then said, "Ooohhh!"
"Feel good?"
"The children might come in."
"Fuck the children!" he snorted. "They're asleep!"
Sliding away, he dropped to his knees on the floor in front of her and slipped his hands under her skirt. He grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them down over her thighs and knees. She groaned as he lifted her legs and pulled her panties off. With a triumphant grunt, he shoved her knees wide apart.
"You're dripping juice like a waterfall!" he chuckled.
"Oh, God, Don, this is so sinful!"
"That's a lot of crap!"
Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he boosted them onto his shoulders. His head swooped down and his mouth jammed against her steaming cunt.
She moaned at the initial contact.
His tongue swabbed up and down the outside of her pussy, plastering her cunt hair against her puffy wet flesh. His tongue wormed between her slick tasty cuntlips to glide up and down, back and forth, across her quivering clit and all around the throbbing mouth of her cunt.
Saliva drooled out of his mouth to mix with her hot sticky cunt juice. His mind reeled as he inhaled the strong womanly smell of her pussy. As his tongue flicked out, he concentrated more intensely on the head of her clit. He worked his tongue around, stripping her clit hood back as far as possible, then he grabbed the slippery little nub between his lips and sucked at it mercilessly.
Wildly excited, Arlene gasped and moaned in a frenzy as she thrust her pussy against his hungry mouth.
He ate her cunt with voracious delight, keeping her clit between his lips and continuing to suck and lick it until she heaved and cried out in a climax. Then he backed off and straightened up. He smiled at her dreamily, his mouth wet with cunt juice.
"Let's go into the bedroom," he said.
"Oh, God, you're acting sex-crazy!"
"Fucking is the basis of marriage."
"I don't believe that," she said. "You'll never make me believe that."
"Yeah, well, I suppose they didn't tell you that in Sunday school."
He urged her along into the bedroom and made her stretch out on the bed.
"What are you going to do?" she whimpered uncertainly.
"Feed you a little cock," he leered.
Lifting a leg, his dripping cock swaying over, he straddled her belly.
"I don't want to suck you again," she said tremulously. "Please don't make me do it."
He grinned. He put his hands on her tits and jiggled them. Her nipples protruded like berries between his forefingers and thumbs. Shifting forward, he rested his balls against the base of her tits.
She visibly tensed. "Don't make me do it!" she pleaded.
"You seemed,to like it enough before."
"It's not true! I don't like it at all. I think it's a filthy practice. 1 promised you I would do it and I kept my promise, that's all."
He had no idea whether she was telling the truth. He suspected she was.
"Okay," he said. "I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. Just take hold of my cock."
She hesitated, a puzzled look masking the fear on her face. He took her hand in his and guided it to his rigid cock. He wrapped her cool fingers around the bone-like column of his prick. She gingerly squeezed him, testing the firmness of his cock.
"God, you're as hard as iron!" she exclaimed.
"Make me come."
"What?"
"Jack me off."
"But . . ."
"Come on, pump it!" he ordered. "Make me come!"
He took hold of her wrist and began moving her hand up and down on his cock, the outer skin sliding against the rigid column of his cockshaft. He finally stopped and she had sense enough to maintain the rigid stroking. His large cockhead swelled forward each time she stripped away his foreskin by pushing her encircling hand down to the base of his cock.
"That's it!" he groaned. "Keep doing it. I'll tell you when to speed up. Oh, baby, that feels good!"
Her eyes wide with fascination, her cheeks flushed, she continued stroking his cock.
He suddenly tensed and pushed his hips forward. His cock quivered close to her face, his bloated knob swelling even further and turning red.
"Now!" he gasped. "Pump it faster! Squeeze it harder!"
Holding his cock in a firm grip, she began pumping it as rapidly as she could.
His balls drew up tight, his mouth gaped, and he began to breathe hard. He suddenly grabbed her pumping hand and tilted his cock down. A moment later he erupted, his thick milky cum jetting from the slit in his cockhead to splatter her belly and tits.
"Oh, Jesus in heaven!" she groaned. "I've got all your spunk on me!"
He'd never come on her like that before and she was obviously repelled by it. His domination of her body made him more excited than ever. His cock simply refused to go down.
Maybe I'll fuck myself to death, he thought.
He found some cream in the bathroom and rubbed it into his cock to prevent his skin from chafing. If he didn't fuck himself to death, he might just have a heart attack. He didn't care. He returned to Ariene with his hand slowly pumping his cock to keep it hard. He grinned at the amazed look on her face.
"We're not finished," he said.
Ignoring her protests, he climbed on the bed and began sucking her cunt again. His tongue worked up and down, lapping up her pussy juice, tickling her clit and fucking into her tight hot cunthole. He opened his mouth wide and took most of her cunt into it, hair and all. He sucked and licked and drooled his saliva over her pussy.
"Oh! Oooh! Ooooooh!" she panted. Her hips bucked out of control as she climaxed under his slobbering mouth.
Rolling over her onto her belly, he licked his way from her ankles up her calves and thighs, between her wobbly asscheeks, and up the graceful curve of her back.
He could tell from the way she shuddered that she was dying to be fucked. She was dying for it, but she wouldn't ask for it.
"Get on your knees," he said. "I'll fuck you from behind."
She never liked it from the rear. She always said She felt too exposed. At the moment he didn't much care. He was going to have his way with Jier no matter what.
He helped her into position, arranging her so that her tits were pressed against the mattress and her ass was sticking up in the air. Crouching behind her, he pushed his cock into the hairy mouth of her wet pouting cunt. He corkscrewed himself deep into her snug pussy. He curved himself over her back, massaging her hanging tits with one hand and her clit with the other.
"I feel like an animal!" she wailed.
He chuckled. "I'm fucking you like a dog. Do you like it?"
"Don't talk!"
She twisted her ass as he slowly pumped his cock in and out. Then he began pumping faster, slapping his belly firmly against her ass, tugging on her clit and rolling it.
"I'm coming!" she gasped. "Oh, God, I'm coming!"
It's not the best, he thought. He knew there was better. There were women who were uninhibited and who liked fucking as much as he did. He wondered where they were. He wondered about his new secretary. What was her name? Karen, wasn't it? She looked like a hot piece of ass. He'd had ten years of Arlene. Maybe he needed some diversion. Maybe his new secretary would play a game or two.
Chapter Three
Karen's first day at her new job turned out be more eventful than she anticipated. She dressed carefully. She wanted to get Don Graham interested in her, but she couldn't afford the risk of being too blatant about it and scaring him off. She debated about her clothes and finally chose a blouse thin enough to show the aggressive thrust of her nipples under a light-weight bra. High heels made her legs look sexy and a flared skirt tight at the hips attractively emphasized her ass. Graham was quick to tell her how much he liked her looks.
"You're very attractive," he said.
"Thank you," Karen answered.
His eyes gazed up and down between her mouth and her tits. She liked the way he looked at her mouth. Most men took her mouth for granted, paying no special attention to it, and it always peeved her. She thought she had a sexy mouth. A mouth, after all, was almost a sex organ. She wore bright red lipstick to emphasize her mouth and she hoped it gave Graham ideas.
She wondered what his cock was like. You could never tell much about a man's cock as long as he had his clothes on. She imagined what it would be like to hold Graham's balls and suck his cock until he came in her mouth. Thinking about it turned her on and made her pussy wet. Did he get the message? Did he look at her red mouth and wonder what it would feel like wrapped around his cock?
After only one day as Don Graham's secretary, Karen was convinced she could quickly twist him around her little finger. The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable and at one '.point, she even thought she could detect signs of a hard-on in his pants. She went home that evening confident of her eventual success.
During the next few days, they gradually became more familiar with each other as they established a working relationship. At the end of the second week they were friendly enough to engage in mild flirtation. It was during the third week that Graham grew bold enough to put his hand on her ass.
Karen was surprised. She thought it would take longer. She thought he would first ask her out to lunch and soften her up with booze. He was more direct than she'd imagined and that made him more interesting.
"You've got your hand on my ass," she said. She pressed back against his hand a little, just enough to let him know she wasn't annoyed.
"So I have," he replied. "It's a nice ass."
"I'm glad you like it. I sit on it all day while I'm working for you, so I guess that makes it a special place."
"I like the rest of you, too. You give me ideas."
"What sort of ideas?" Karen asked. "You're a maried man."
"Never mind that. I like pretty girls. When I see a pretty girl, I get nasty ideas. I'd like to lick your pretty pussy."
Karen shivered with excitement. "That's not a nasty idea at all."
"Good. Then let's lock the door and have us a party."
Her eyes wide with surprise, she looked at him and laughed. "You mean now? Here in the office? I'm dying to have you go down on me, but don't you think it's a little risky doing things in the office? On second thought, I don't care! It's exciting! No one's ever done anything like that to me in an office!"
She decided to let him call the shots. She was amused that he'd boldly offered to eat her pussy before he even had her clothes off. She suspected he'd be good at it. The thought of haying her boss's mouth on her cunt had her juices flowing into the crotch-piece of her panties.
I'll come just thinking about it! she thought.
After he locked the door, he turned to her with a lusty gleam in his eye. "We can't be in here all day, but a few minutes won't do any harm."
"You sound like you've done this before," Karen said.
Graham shook his head. "I haven't, but I've thought about it. For the past two weeks I've thought about nothing else except getting your ass on that desk. Now hurry!"
Kicking off her shoes, she quickly stripped off her pantyhose and panties and hoisted her ass up on the desk. Graham pulled over his swivel chair and sat down in front of her exposed crotch. His hot gaze devoured her lush, steaming cunt.
"That's a tasty-looking pussy," he groaned. A moment later his face swooped down, his nose mashed against her clit, and his warm tongue slithered into her brimming cunthole. "Oh, Godf that's nice!" she gasped. She moved her thighs further apart, raising her knees until her heels were pressed tightly against her ass and her pussy completely accessible to his mouth. Her sudden movement caused a tightening of the elastic walls of her cunt and a gob of cunt juice oozed into his mouth. Mewling with delight as he sucked up her honey, he probed his tongue deep into her cunthole.
"Suck it!" she hissed. "Suck it clean!" She loved the way he slobbered over her oozing, slimy cunt. He had no inhibitions about getting into it and slurping up her thick pussy juice with lots of noise. That was the way she liked it. It was important to hear the noise a man made when he sucked her cunt. Maybe what she really liked was her sense of power over him. He might be her boss, but there she was spilling her cunt juice over his face. She had no doubt that he would assist her ambitions in the company. He would, of course, want more than just a chance to suck her pussy, but that would be no problem. She'd be more than willing!
Now his exploring tongue was plunging in and out of her slick wet cunt like a small cock. He finally pulled his tongue out of her cunthole and moved it up to massage the quivering nub of her clit snuggled between her swollen drooping cuntlips. His lips grabbed her clit, slipped over it, and began to milk it with firm strokes.
"That'sgood!" shecried. "That's the way I like it! Keep sucking my clit!"
She gyrated her ass on the desk top, but he kept his mouth locked against her pussy without missing a stroke. His tongue vibrated on her clit and at intervals moved down to her cunt hole as he sucked and slurped at her oozing cunt juice.
Convulsed by a sudden spasm, she lifted her head high, arched her ass off the desk, and frantically bucked her cunt into his face.
"Oooohhh, God, I'm comiinngg!"
She mashed her clit against his mouth and tightened her thighs to squeeze his head. A long whimpering moan rumbled out of her chest and she began shuddering uncon-
trollably.
When her orgasm was over she eased her asscheeks back against the desk top and lay limp. With a soft smile she opened her thighs wide to let Graham finish sucking up her gushing cunt juice.
Karen and Don Graham did not get a chance to fuck until the next day. Graham reserved a room at a nearby hotel and they met there after leaving separately from the office. Graham's face was flushed with excitement.
"Let me undress you," he pleaded.
She smiled. She touched one of his shirt buttons and then let her hand drop to feel the hardness of his cock through the material of his pants.
"Yes, I think I'd like that," she said. "Undress me."
He unbuttoned her blouse. His groping fingers passed over the resilient bulge of a covered tit. She found it amusing that although he had sucked her pussy the day before, he hadn't yet had his hands on her tits.
"Nice," he said. "I've been wondering about these.'
"I like the way your hand feels."
He peeled her blouse off and tossed it on a chair. Then he unzipped her skirt and let it slide down the length of her legs and drop to the floor so that she could step out of it. When he faced her again, he ran his eyes eagerly up and down her body.
"Christ, what a body!" he groaned.
"You're not fair," she laughed. "I think I ought to get to see something of you, too."
When he quickly peeled off his shirt and pants, she was rewarded by the sight of his cock and balls bulging in his jockey shorts. He looked like he had all the necessary equipment. She could see the shape of his cockhead outlined under the cotton of his shorts and she found it exciting.
He moved closer to her and a moment later his hands were on her back. His palms slipped down to fondle the curves of her nylon-covered asscheeks. He cradled her in his arms, his hands pulling on her fleshy ass. His hard cock pressed through his shorts against her belly. The heat of his prick against her skin was delicious.
Now his hands moved up to unhook her bra. As he released the tension of the tight straps, her tits burst forth in all their glory.
"Jesus, what tits!" he exclaimed.
She smiled and pressed her cunt suggestively against his throbbing cock. They separated and she watched him strip off his shorts. His cock swung out stiff and impatient, the blood-filled knob bloated like a fat mushroom.
"Mmmmmm!" she purred. "He looks like he wants attention!"
She took his cock in her hand, squeezing it, running her fingertips over his fat purplish cockhead. She used her thumb to smear his cock juice over the velvety skin of his knob.
Sitting down suddenly on the edge of the bed, she pulled him forward.
"Oh, Christ, yes!" he groaned. His cock swayed in front of her lips. His hands cupped her cheeks, his fingers tangling in her hair and sliding around to the back of her head. "Suck it!" he whispered hoarsely. "I've been thinking about this."
She looked up at him with an impish smile. "Since when?" "Since the first time we met." She laughed. "I suppose it's my mouth. I've been told I have a sexy mouth. But I saw that picture of your wife on your desk. She looks sexy, too."
"My wife is very inhibited." "That's too bad," Karen said softly. She fingered his balls now, probing his nuts to test their shape and weight. "It's too bad about your wife. I'm not inhibited at all. I like sucking cocks."
Parting her lips, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed his cockhead. His swelling knob jumped against her teeth as she captured it. Listening to his moans of pleasure, she ran her tongue around the rim of his silky cockhead and into the oozing slit. A burst of flavor tingled inside her mouth as she tasted his pre-cum. Her lips tightened around the head of his cock, and then she pouted her lips, pulled them back, and plunged down his thick cockshaft again to suck once more.
He started groaning when she began using her tongue. She exulted in her power over him. She knew she would have no trouble arranging a transfer to the personnel manager's office. That was the next step in her plan to get to the president of the company.
"You give great head!" Graham groaned. "Really great!"
Her passion was beginning to mount. He had a fat juicy cock and it was a wonderful turn-on sucking him. She squirmed her ass on the bed as she felt the hunger in her pussy. She gobbled down the length of his cock until his knob hit the back of her throat and threatened to gag her.
He began pumping his hips slowly back and forth, fucking her face, his throbbing prick stretching her lips and compressing her tongue. She felt his cockhead pulse and swell inside her mouth.
Using her hand to hold the base of his cock, she began pumping his cockshaft and sucking his knob at the same time. She closed her other hand over his balls and gently massaged them.
"Oh, shit, that's great!" he cried. "Keep doing it!"
Bucking his hips and moaning, he pressed down on the back of her head. She knew he was going to come in her mouth at any moment and she looked forward to the taste and feel of his hot jism cascading down her throat.
"Oh, yeah!" he gasped. "I'm about to blow, baby!"
His balls drew up tight in her hand, his cock bucked in her mouth, and his jism began spurting out in thick hot gobs.
She swallowed quickly. His cockshaft became slippery on her tongue and the taste of his jism overwhelmed her senses. She continued to suck and swallow until he was empty and moaning.
When she finally pulled back, her lips tingled and her nostrils were dilated with the pungent smell of his cum.
There was no real fucking during that first session in the hotel with Don Graham. By the time Graham recovered from her blow job, they had to get dressed and return to work.
"I guess I'll have to catch you another time," Graham said.
There was a certain lack of eagerness in his voice, and Karen decided that whether or not he knew it, he was probably more interested in cocksucking than in fucking. Was it because he had a prudish wife?
Their relationship in the office changed. They had a special intimacy between them now. They went through the motions of their daily office routines, but the memory of the things they had done together was always there. Karen was in a quandary. She wanted Graham in her power, but she did not want him to realize her ambitions.
A few days passed before Graham suggested another meeting.
"After work," he said. "I'll tell my wife I'm working late."
Karen agreed and at five o'clock they were once again alone together in a hotel room.
"This time we don't have to rush things," Karen said.
When they kissed she could feel his hard cock pressing against her cunt.
"I hope you're going to fuck me today," she said softly. "I really need it."
"You're on!" he said. "There's time for the fancy stuff later."
They quickly peeled off their clothes. There was no need to talk any more. They were there to fuck and they both expected to enjoy it. Moments later Karen was on the bed with Graham kneeling between her stretched out legs.
He lifted her knees up and back toward her tits. His eyes glittered as he gazed into the red meat of her wide open cunt.
She could feel her clit elongate beneath his gaze. Her cunt was wet and ready. Her nipples were hot and rigid. For the moment she was no longer thinking about her ambitions. Her only interest was to get some solid fucking.
"Fuck me!" she hissed. "Put it in!"
Moving forward, he centered his cock in the socket of her dripping cunthole. His fat cockhead wedged apart her puffy cuntlips, spreading them wide. She could feel the flared rim of his knob as it pushed into the grip of her pussy. His prick twitched and quivered as he lunged forward. In a moment the soft elastic channel of her cunt was suddenly filled with his hard cock.
Her body was contorted, almost to the point ' of pain, and it added to her pleasure. With her ankles scraping against her ears and her kneecaps pressing down on her stiff nipples, the length of her legs down to her ass bore the brunt of his weight.
His thick cock churned in her cunthole. He rammed into her again and again, his balls slapping wetly against her puckered asshole as he fucked in and out of her cunt.
As her pussy frothed with juice, she felt his cock grow bigger and his knob expand with each lunge of his body. She'd wanted a good fucking and she was getting it!
"Here it comes!" he suddenly groaned. "I'm coming!"
"Shoot it!" Karen cried. "Give it to me!"
Grunting with each salvo, he pumped out his jism in spurt after hot spurt. The image of his cum shooting into her cunt brought her over the top to her own climax.
"Oh, Jesus, that was good!" she groaned.
Graham grunted in reply as he rolled off her body. '
She let him rest a while. After cleaning up her pussy in the bathroom, she returned to find him still stretched out on the bed. His limp cock glistening with juice.
"Time to get clean," she chuckled.
Before he had a chance to open his eyes, she climbed over him and shoved his cock into her mouth.
He groaned and pulled back his knees to open his crotch. She knelt between his thighs and sucked tenderly on his soft prick. When her fingers moved from his balls to the crack of his ass, he seemed to know what she was up to. He squirmed to make it easier for her to reach his asshole.
"Shit, yeah!" he groaned. "Do that!"
Karen laughed softly and tickled a fingertip over the tight ring of his asshole. She doubted if his wife ever did anything like this to him. Doing something his wife never did was just one more way to have power over him. If he liked the way she sucked his cock, he'd really flip when she reamed his asshole at the same time. Doing a man's ass with her finger was like fucking him and it never failed to turn her on.
Without any further delay, she pushed a finger directly up his asshole.
Squirming his ass, he grunted. If the sharp edge of her fingernail scratched him, he didn't seem to mind. When she had her finger all the way in, she massaged the inside of his shit-chute and continued sucking his cock.
He groaned again and began fucking her face by raising his ass up and down off the bed. Each thrust of his hips brought her climax" closer. Her cuntlips throbbed between her legs as she sucked away on his meaty cock. Her finger pumped in and out of his hot rubbery asshole.
When she pushed another finger into his shitter, he cried out. Then, with a great heave of his hips, his cock exploded and he began shooting his load of cum down her throat.
She came at the same time, her cunt going into spasms in response to the sensation of his jism sliding down her gullet.
A seemingly endless flow of thick hot jism spewed out of the slit in his cockhead. She lost some of it. It overflowed her lips, his thick cum running down her chin. Gobs of it landed on her tits. She continued reaming his ass with her fingers until she had the last of his jism oozing out of his cock. When she finally released him, he rolled away with an exhausted groan.
At the end of her first month as Don Graham's secretary, Karen had him firmly under her control. He was completely hooked on what she could do for him sexually. In the beginning they avoided doing anything in the office, but they soon decided it was silly not to take advantage of the convenience. Graham was overwhelmed by the idea of having an attractive woman available for games in his office any time he wanted her. His favorite game was having her suck him off. Karen didn't mind. A quick blow job was usually safe and always enjoyable. She liked the shape of his cock and the heady taste of his jism. Hardly a day went by without her getting a mouthful of his hot cum. The way his balls were always full and his cock eager to get stiff, she wondered if he ever fucked his poor wife at all.
When Karen brought up the idea of a transfer to the personnel manager, Graham, as Karen expected, was not enthusiastic. He did not want to lose her sexual favors. She tried hard to convince him that nothing would change,that they would still see each other, but he resisted her arguments. He had no objections to her advancing in the company, but not just yet. Karen finally had to plan something special in order to win him over.
At their next meeting in a downtown hotel room, she pulled a string of wooden beads out of her purse.
"These will drive you crazy," she said.
He gave her a puzzled look. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm going to put these up your ass."
"Oh, Jesus,"
"You just lie back and let me do the work."
She was amused at his hesitation, but as she expected, he finally yielded. Having her play with his asshole had always turned him on and they both knew it.
After they had their clothes off, she had him stretch out on the bed. She made him pull his feet back until his knees were up in the air and spread apart.
"I'm going to blow your mind," she said, her eyes glittering with anticipation.
She bent over him with the string of beads. Stretching out one finger, she tickled his puckered asshole. Then she forced the beads, one by one, inside the tight ring of his butt until only a short length of string dangled free.
"How does that feel?" she asked.
"Like I've got to shit."
She laughed. "Just wait."
Hovering her mouth over his stiff cock, she opened her lips and gluttonously engulfed his pulsing cockhead. Her tongue swirled over his hot knob as she sucked. She gradually took more and more of his thick blue-veined cock into the wet cavern of her mouth.
When she had his cockhead jammed against the back of her throat, she suddenly pulled the string to pop two beads out of his asshole. A deep groan came out of his throat as his cock jerked in a spasm.
"Oh, Christ!" he rasped.
She lashed his cock with her tongue, sucking his blood to the surface. She began bobbing her head up and down as her mouth massaged his prick. She abruptly popped three more beads out of his winking shithole.
"Oh, Jesus!" he cried. "Oh, you sweet fucking cunt!"
Now she began lengthening each bobbing movement of her head, taking more and more of his cock deep into her clasping throat.
The spasmodic closing of her throat muscles soon pushed him over the edge. Hot jism geysered out of his throbbing cock to fill her mouth. When she suddenly pulled all the remaining beads out of his asshole, he screamed in an agony of joy.
"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!"
Grabbing the back of her head, he pulled her mouth down on his cock to force his rampant prick deep into her throat.
The muscular sleeve of her gullet pulled tight around his spewing cock, sucking it in and down until she drained the last drop of his jism.
Afterward, when he had his breath back and his senses recovered, she pressed him once again about her transfer to the personnel manager.
"Oh, shit!" he groaned. "Go where you want. Poor Charlie Farrell doesn't know what he's in for!"
Chapter Four
Charlie Farrell was in a bind, torn between desire and restraint, like a hungry dog staring at raw beef in a butcher shop.
What Charlie had in front of his eyes was his wife's ass. Wilma was in the process of getting dressed and at the moment she was wearing nothing but her bra. Charlie had no idea why she always put her bra on before anything else. Maybe it was because she was self-conscious about her huge tits. Her tits had been big when he'd known her in high school, but now Wilma was in her thirties and her tits were melons, huge melons topped by big rubbery nipples.
She was self-conscious about them. She never believed him when he said they were exciting. There was nothing in the world as delicious as burying his face between those two mountains of flesh. Sometimes he put his cock there. Wilma always got a kick out of that. She would giggle and blush and rub her tits over his cock until he shot his load all over her face and throat.
But as much as he loved her huge tits, the one part of Wilma's body that Charlie loved most of all was her ass. She had the fullest, curviest, most luscious ass he could imagine, and the deep dark crack between her plump asscheeks was a valley of erotic delight. Charlie's problem was that he was obsessed to the point of madness by the idea of fucking Wilma in the ass, while Wilma thought the notion was filthy and crazy and impossible to manage. Assholes weren't made for cocks. She told Chairlie he'd have to kill her first before he'd get his prick up her butthole.
Wilma had no objections, hwoever, to using her ass to tease and taunt and turn him on. They were supposed to be getting dressed to go ro a movie, but there she was walking around the bedroom with her lush ass naked and begging for attention. Charlie decided the movie could wait. The next time Wilma passed near enough to where he was sitting on the bed, he shot his hands out and grabbed her ass.
"Charlie!" she giggled. "We'll be late!"
He ignored her. He could tell by the tone of her voice that she welcomed his hands. Nearly a week had passed since they'd done any fucking and with all her maidenly modesty, Wilma did like to get fucked, regularly. Once she got started, she was a hot-blooded woman, a woman who would do almost anything except let him fuck her in the ass.
Well, if he couldn't fuck it, he could kiss it! He pulled her close, turned her around, and started planting biting kisses over the smooth white skin of her meaty ass.
Wilma squealed. Charlie remembered the kids were at his mother's house and he was thankful. He and Wilma had the house all to themselves. As much as he loved his kids, they were a pain in the ass when it came to his sex life. There just wasn't any privacy with a house full of kids.
"We'll be late," Wilma said again, but her protest was only half-hearted. Charlie knew there wasn't anything she liked better than having her ass kissed. She always said it made her feel like a woman, whatever the hell that meant. She pressed back now, and then bent slightly forward to give him more territory to work over with his mouth.
When he nuzzled his nose in the deep crack between her asscheeks, Wilma groaned.
"Oh, Charlie, that's nasty!"
"Bullshit!" he said. The way she pressed her ass back against his face, he could tell she loved it.
"Let's stay home," he said. "I'd rather fuck than see some stupid movie."
Wilma purred. Charlie realized this was what she wanted in the first place. Leave it to a woman to get you to do what she wanted!
Clutching a cheek in each hand, he pried her ass open and ran the flat of his wet tongue over the puckered ring of her asshole.
A mewling sound came out of Wilma's throat. Charlie could feel her body tremble, His tongue working over her asshole always drove her crazy.
"Come on," he said. "Lie down on the bed and let me do a good job of it."
A shudder ran through her body. "I shouldn't let you," she said as she turned.
"But you love it."
She avoided his eyes and blushed. "It makes me feel like a woman."
Charlie swore under his breath. He arranged her on the bed on her belly. She was still wearing her bra, but there was time to take that off later. Kneeling between her legs, he bent down and once again pushed his face into the crack of her ass.
When his tongue made contact with her asshole, she groaned and wriggled on the bed. He pulled at her hips and she immediately raised her ass up to give him better access.
She loves it, he thought. The bitch thought it was okay to have his tongue in there but not his cock. Cursing himself for his own stupid lechery, he stiffened his tongue and drilled it into Wilma's hot puckered asshole.
The wail of pleasure that came out of Wilma's throat was ony half human. Charlie imagined they must look like two animals-his wife a cow squatting on the bed and himself a bull with his tongue up her ass. In this position her tits hung down almost to the mattress. Keeping his mouth glued to her savory asshole, he reached his hands up along her back and unsnapped her bra. Her tits spilled out like two heavy melons as Wilma groaned.
Grabbing two big handfuls of tit-flesh, he pushed his tongue as deeply as possible into his wife's shithole. He began tongue-fucking her ass, thrusting his tongue in and out like a piston, his nose snorting in her ass crack, his mouth slobbering saliva on her asshole and down the gulch to cover her drooping hairy cuntlips. He felt a disturbance near his chin and realized Wilma was now finger-fucking herself. He imagined her fingers sloshing in and out of her steaming cunt. One finger or two fingers? Her fuck-hole was so big she could easily take four fingers in there and have room to spare. Christ, what a cunt she had! Her cunt was so big and hairy and wet he was sometimes afraid of it.
Maybe that was why he wanted to fuck her asshole. Her asshole was small and hairless and dry. Not really hairless, though-she had fine black hair growing around her asshole, an extension of the rich growth of hair that covered her cunt.
Enough! he thought. He had to fuck something or he'd explode!
Pulling his mouth away from her ass with a wet smacking sound, he reared up behind her and drilled his swollen cock into the waiting hot pit of her cunt, Wilma moaned and Charlie answered with a bellow. Moments later Charlie roared and emptied his bloated bails.
"Now tell me about your new secretary," Wilma said.
Charlie opened his eyes. He was lying on his back, and when he turned his head he found his nose jammed into Wilma's mammoth tit.
"Huh?"
"Tell me about your new secretary. Is she pretty?"
"Sure," Charlie said. "All the girls in the office are pretty."
Wilma giggled and pushed her stiff nipple against Charlie's lips. "Oh, you know what I mean. Is she sexy? Does she turn you on like I do? A woman likes to know what her competition is."
Charlie filled his mouth with Wilma's huge rubbery nipple and began munching. He thought about Karen Driscoll, his new secretary. She came on like a hot piece. He wouldn't mind a roll in the hay with that one!
"Your prick is getting hard again," Wilma cooed. "What are we going to do about it?"
"Let me fuck you in the ass."
"Oh, no!" Wilma cried. "You forget about that! I don't want your prick in there. It's against nature!"
"Jesus Christ, let's just try it!"
"No way! I'll suck you off if you want to do something different, but no ass-fucking."
Heaving a sigh of resignation, Charlie turned over on his back and waited for Wilma to get started sucking his cock. His obsession with fucking her in the ass seemed to be getting worse as the- years went by. He told himself he ought to do something about it. There ought to be some women around who enjoyed getting it up their butts, but how do you tell by just looking at a woman if she enjoys having her asshole plugged?
Now Wilma was kneeling between his legs with her hard-nippled tits hanging down like huge creamy melons. Leaning forward, she positioned his turgid cock in the warm sweaty valley between her tits and giggled.
"You've got such a nice prick, Charlie! I love it!"
Hefting her tits in her hands, she squeezed her melons together to make a snug tunnel for his red dripping coek. She began massaging his cock with her tit-flesh, looking up at his face to see his reaction.
"You like that, baby? You like my big tits? I can see you like them. I'm going to milk your prick and get all your sweet cum in my mouth. God, your cock is hot!"
Charlie groaned. He loved the way Wilma babied his cock. She was definitely a hot fuck. By the time she got around to taking his cock in her mouth, he wouldn't last long. He'd blow his load of cum in seconds. If ony Wilma wasn't so damn finicky about her asshole!
The next day at the office, Charlie's obsession reached a new peak. He found himself sneaking looks at every woman with only one thought in his mind- what would it be like to fuck her in the ass?
The thing about asses was that you couldn't tell much about a woman as long as she had her clothes on. You could tell if she had a big ass or a small one, but the shape and firmness remained a mystery.
Charlie liked big firm asses with a deep crack between the cheeks. He liked the asscheeks to be springy. He liked it when a woman had hair growing in the crack of her ass and especially around her asshole. Thinking about hairy assholes made his cock twitch and his breath quicken.
Did Karen Driscoll have hair ringing her asshole? One thing was certain-she was the most attractive secretary he'd had in a long time. She was all tits and ass and luscious red mouth. She looked as though she knew how to use her tight asshole to milk a man's cock until he went insane.
Or maybe it was just a bullshit daydream and Karen Driscoll was like his wife. Would he ever find out?
When he walked into his house that evening, Charlie had a roaring hard-on. He found Wilma in the kitchen and came up behind her to press his cock against her broad ass.
"I'm cooking dinner," Wilma said, but she squirmed her ass against his cock to show him she didn't mind the attention. "Wait until the children are asleep."
Charlie waited. By the time Wilma had the kids in bed, he felt like a teenager getting ready for his first fuck.
"What's come over you?" Wilma asked. "We just fucked yesterday."
Charlie slid a hand under her dress and up between her thighs to grab the bulging lips of her nylon-covered pussy. "Let's go in the bedroom," he said.
Wilma was willing. The nice thing about Wilma was that she hardly ever turned him down.
When they were in the bedroom, Wilma sat on the edge of the bed and Charlie stood in front of her and fished out his cock. Wilma responded with a throaty purr, like she always did when he brought out his cock all red and stiff and dripping cock juice. Charlie grunted with satisfaction as he pushed his throbbing cockhead into her wet mouth.
Wilma bobbed her head up and down a few times on Charlie's cock and then pulled her mouth away and looked up at him.
"Don't come in my mouth. I want you to fuck me."
Charlie grunted. "Let me fuck you in the ass."
"Never!" Wilma screamed. "You can fuck me from behind, but not in my ass. But first let's do a little sucking. Let's get undressed."
She rose up and pressed her body against his, pushing her big tits against his chest and her round belly against his dangling cock. She grabbed his cock again, circling her fingers around his cockhead and reaching inside his fly to squeeze his balls.
"All those pretty girls in the office must drive you crazy," Wilma said.
Charlie muttered something noncommittal and began unbuttoning the front of her dress. He wanted her beautiful tits in his hands. They always made him forget other women. In a moment the white bra bulging with her heavy melon-sized tits was under his eyes.
Wilma's hands were busy at Charle's waist. His belt flapped and sagged, and the top but-
ton of his pants jerked open. She used both hands to pull his pants and shorts down, and then she lowered her head and kissed the knob of his cock.
"My honey's lovely prick!" she cooed.
Her tongue waggled from side to side on his rigid cock shaft, then moved up and wrapped around his cockhead.
Charlie pulled her dress down her back and unhooked her bra. Stuffing his hands in under the huge bra cups, he grabbed her tits and mashed his palms against her hard nipples.
Wilma giggled and pushed Charlie's hands away, peeling off her dress and bra. Except for the tiny wristwatch Charlie had given her on her birthday, she was now wearing only her pantyhose and shoes. Charlie smiled with approval at her huge tits and at the way her long thick nipples jiggled when she moved. He ogled the bulge made by her bush of cunt hair under her pantyhose.
"You're a sexy woman," Charlie said.
Wilma blushed. She raised her tits up in her hands and pointed her nipples at his face. "Sixty-nine?"
"You're on!" Charlie chuckled. Sixty-nine always made Wilma wild. He quickly stripped off his clothes while Wilma walked into the bathroom to wash her pussy. When she came out again she was naked, her pussy clean and sweet-scented and ready to be licked.
Climbing on the bed, they jockeyed into position. Charlie ended up on his back with Wilma's melon-sized tits dangling against his belly. Wilma pushed her bands under the backs of his thighs and drew his legs up beside her cheeks. Her tongue scooped up the end of his cock, then her hot lips closed around his cockhead like a noose. The flat of her tongue pushed against the mushroom-shaped knob and she began sucking.
Charlie had her ass over his face, her firm asscheeks looming like big moons over his eyes. He gazed directly at her steaming cunt, at her dropping thick cuntlips already juicy with her arousal. He looked higher up and thrilled at the sight of her sweet puckered hair-rimmed asshole. The dark hole winked at him as Wilma continued slurping on his cock.
An old memory suddenly rose up into Charlie's consciousness. He'd been five or six years old, playing one day in the living room, when his mother had knelt down on the rug to find something she'd dropped under a chair. He was no more than a foot or two behind her, and when her dress hiked up to uncover her ass, he found himself staring at her naked cunt and asshole. He'd been mesmerized by his mother's hairy cunt and mysterious shithole. The memory of the hairy bulge of her cunt between the underside of her plump asscheeks had remained with him all these years.
He could smell Wilma's cunt now. She'd sprayed her crotch with cologne, but the animal-like smell of her pussy was still there. It came from the inside, out of her cunthole, wafting out between her drooping cuntlips. The pungent warm smell of Wilma's ripe pussy was delicious.
He grabbed her ass and pulled her cunt down onto his mouth.
Wilma let out a satisfied groan and squirmed her ass around on his face until she found the best position.
"Come on, baby!" she purred. "Suck me out!"
One day she'll smother me with her sweet ass, Charlie thought. His nose tickling her asshole and his tongue pushing into the hot meat of her cunt, he began working her pussy the way he knew she liked it.
Now Charlie could feel Wilma's fingertips wandering across his ass to play with his balls. A finger felt around his asshole, probed and sank in.
Wilma's thighs clamped tight against Charlie's face. Her oozing open-lipped cunt mashed against his mouth. He reached up to grab handfuls of her hot ass-flesh. His finger located her asshole and slid inside.
Wilma squealed, unhappy at the finger in her ass, but finally accepting it.
It's only a finger, Charlie thought. He wanted his cock in there, not just a finger, but it was better than nothing. He'd had a finger in Wilma's ass before. She said she didn't like it, but he suspected she was lying.
Wilma's thick cuntlips pressed against the flat of Charlie's tongue. Stretching and stiffening his tongue, he used it like a small cock to probe her cunthole. His tongue was a cock and her mouth was a cunt, a cunt with a roving tongue and gripping teeth and a tight throat.
Pulling his mouth away from her juice-drenched pussy Charlie called out, "Come on, let's fuck. Let's have a little of the old in and out!"
His cock popped out of Wilma's mouth and his finger out of her ass at the same time. She positioned herself on her knees at the edge of the bed, her head and shoulders on the mattress and her broad white ass raised up in the air. Charlie got to his feet behind her.
"Give it to me!" Wilma moaned. She was hot and ready, her cuntlips swollen and her cunthole oozing thick juice in a steady stream.
Charlie gazed down at the majesty of his wife's cunt and asshole. He loved Wilma, there was no doubt about that. There was also no doubt about the fact that he had to take care of his obsession.
I've got to find a woman who will take it up her ass, he thought. It was the only way.
With a sigh of resignation, he stuffed his throbbing cock into Wilma's hot dripping cunt.
Chapter Five
All Karen knew about Charlie Farrell was that he had a big-titted wife and an eye for the girls in the office. She caught his eyes on her body more than once, and when he finally invited her to lunch, it came as no surprise.
He took her to an expensive restaurant on top of one of the hotels. It was all very convenient. If they ended up in bed, they'd have a hotel right there. She suspected Don Graham had told Charlie Farrell she liked fun and games, and she didn't mind that a bit. It would just make everything that much easier.
In an intimate booth in the restaurant, they quickly became cozy with each other. By the time the main course arrived, they were holding hands and pecking at each other's cheeks.
"Tell me about your wife," Karen said.
She dropped her hand down to his thigh and gently squeezed to get the feel of his muscles. He was an attractive man. She had made up her mind that she would definitely go to bed with him as soon as he asked. It was more than just her plans to move up in the company-Don Graham was getting boring and she needed a good fuck.
She wondered what Charlie Farrell looked like without clothes. She wondered about the size of his cock. He seemed to be a man who took care of his body and she wanted very much to sample what he had to offer. She would eventually get him to help her become the president's secretary, but in the meantime, she might as well enjoy herself!
"I've been married fifteen years," Charlie said. "Sometimes it gets boring."
Karen gave him an understanding nod. "Variety is the spice of life," she said.
"Yeah, it sure is. Say, do you mind if I ask you an off-beat question? I mean, you won't get offended or anything, will you?"
Karen smiled. "Try me."
"It's a little far-out, I'm warning you."
"I've been warned. Now what's the question?"
He fiddled with his napkin and finally came out with it. "Do you think its nutty for a guy to want to give it to a woman in her ass?"
Karen opened her eyes wide. Then she giggled. "You mean fuck her in the ass?"
His face flushed, Charlie shrugged. "I thought maybe you wouldn't like those words. Yeah, that's what I mean-ass-fucking."
"I don't mind those words," Karen laughed. "They're just words, aren't they? I think people ought to be frank with each other."
"Do you think ass-fucking is weird?"
Karen kissed his cheek, squeezed his thigh, and smiled. "Speaking- as a woman, how can anything that feels so good be weird?"
Charlie gasped and grinned. "Jesus H. Christ!"
Twenty minutes later they rushed off to one of the hotel rooms.
"Maybe I'm too easy," Karen said, her fingers unbuttoning his shirt near a window overlooking the city.
"Listen," Charlie replied. "I've been dying to get into your pants for weeks. You haven't been easy at all."
Karen smiled. She looked down at the obvious bulge at the front of his pants, "Do I turn you on?"
"I like big tits and a curvy ass, and you've got both."
His hands moved up to cup her tits through her blouse and bra. It was the first time he'd really touched her and they both remained motionless to savor the moment.
"Fantastic tits," he said. "Grapefruit-sized tits are the best kind."
Karen laughed and reached down to squeeze his hard-on through the material of his pants. She fondled his cock and balls and thrilled at the heat and size of him. He was weli-hung, a strong man with more than enough cock to make her happy. She had more or less promised him her ass, but if he got her hot enough, she wouldn't mind his big cock hurting her a little.
She undressed for him. She first peeled off her blouse and bra to give him the full effect of her naked tits. Then they moved into each other's arms and their mouths merged in a deep kiss. They sucked each other's tongues with wet slurping noises. He put his hands on her tits again, but this time he lowered his head and sucked each of her nipples in turn until they were long and stiff.
Then he straightened up and dropped his pants. Karen's hands scrambled at the waistband of his briefs and pulled them off his ass. He had a gorgeous cock, thick and long, with a glistening circumcised head and thick blue veins. His cock was broad and red and hot-looking. She put one hand on his ass and the other on his prick. Her fingers wrapped around his coekshaft and squeezed.
"Hurry," she said. "Let's get out of our clothes and get on the bed!"
Moments later they were both naked and stretched out beside each other on the mattress. Their lips welded in a hot kiss. His hands probed and fondled her meaty ass.
"Mmmmmmm!" she purred. "Your hands feel good!"
She ran her fingers up and down the underside of his bloated, throbbing cock. His balls were big and swollen, like chicken eggs in a leathery wrinkled sac, promising a heavy load of hot jism.
Bringing his hand around from her ass, he fingered the lips of her cunt.
"Go down on me," Karen whispered. "I love having my pussy licked."
Charlie grinned. "You're sure not bashful about asking for it!"
He shifted his body to get his head down to her belly. With a sultry look she flung one leg to the side to fully expose her juice-drenched hairy cunt. Grunting at all the pink meat under his face, Charlie kissed the inside of her fleshy thigh. Then his face move up and he kissed her fat cuntlips./
"I love it!" Karen purred.
She raised up her ass to mash her cunt against his mouth. His tongue sliding out over his lower lip, he began lapping her pussy with broad strokes. She spread her thighs wider and raised her ass higher as his lapping tongue swung from side to side.
Stiffening his tongue, he probed the slot between her puffy cuntlips. Then he slid his tongue down and stuffed it into her brimming cunthole.
"Ooooohhh! Oh, yes, I can feel that!" Karen hissed.
His hands gripped her ass and his fingers splayed out to clutch her smooth flesh. She squealed at the first touch of his finger on her tight puckered asshole, her hips squirming as he tickled her sensitive shitter.
"You sure get on the target in a hurry!" Karen laughed.
Charlie grinned. "We've got to get back to work, don't we?*' Looking down at his hand, he screwed his middle finger into Karen's winking shithole.
"Oh, Jesus!" she groaned.
The feel of his finger was wonderful. She'd lost count of how many times she'd had her asshole probed by fingers and cocks, but the feeling of being stuffed and stretched was always terribly exciting. She loved getting buggered, provided the man knew what he was doing. The best man for the job was always a man who was really turned on by ass-fucking. Charlie seemed to meet all the requirements!
He was finger-fucking her ass now, piston-ing his finger in and out of her asshole and slamming his kuckles against her ass at the end of each stroke.
She groaned each time his digit pushed deep inside her shit-tube. There was no pain at all, at least not with a mere finger. She decided she really had two holes, front and back, cunt and asshole, two cock-happy holes, always ready to be filled.
"Hey," Charlie grunted. "You really dig this, don't you?"
"It feels good!" she replied.
"How long have you been ass-fucking? I mean how old were you when you first did it?"
"Sixteen," Karen gasped. "What difference does it make?"
"I'm not hurting you, am I?"
"No, you idiot, I love it!"
"Can you come just by having a cock in your ass? I've heard some women are like that."
"Oh, shit!" Karen cried. "Put your fucking cock in there! I can't take this any more!"
Popping his finger out of her ass, he rolled her over on her belly. His knees between her thighs, he pressed his chest on her back and his cock in the crack of her butt. He pushed his weight down against her body and groaned with excitement.
"I'm going to fuck your sweet little asshole!" he hissed. "Right up the old dirt road! The first time I saw you wiggle your ass in the office, I thought about getting a piece of it, and now is the time! Every time you take a shit you're going to think about me. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"Yes!" Karen groaned. "Let me get on my knees, it's easier that way."
When she raised up her body to a kneeling position, he curved himself over her back, his cock sliding in the crack of her ass and his hands jiggling her hanging tits.
"There's some hand lotion in my purse," Karen said, her breath rasping with excitment.
Charlie laughed. "Fuck the lotion.' I'll use some spit!"
A moment later she felt something wet against her asshole and realized it was Charlie's mouth. A shudder of intense lust rippled through her body. He sucked her asshole with a wet slurping noise.
"Oh, you fucking bastard, that's marvelous!" she cried.
He finally pulled his mouth away and rose up to massage her asshole with the head of his cock. She could feel the heat of it. The image of his plum-shaped knob pressing against her shithole made her tremble. There was always a chance of getting hurt. She positioned her legs and thighs in a frog-like crouch to loosen her ass muscles. Now she reached back and pulled her asscheeks open to invite him in.
A deep growl of frenzied passion came out of Charlie's throat when he saw her hands pry open her ass under his eyes. He pushed his cock forward, his cockhead slowly stretching the dark ring of her asshole, his cockshaft slowly and steadily sliding into the hot tunnel of her shit-tube. He was soon in up to the hilt, his balls pressing against the bottom of Karen's hairy cuntlips.
She moaned. She felt as though she were skewered by a huge log. The muscles of her ass sang with a mixture of pleasure and pain. She could feel the lovely heat of his cock warming her insides. She could feel his heavy balls dangling against her swollen cunt.
"Fuck me!" she sobbed. "Give it to met"
Drunk with the passion of the moment and the force of his obsession, Charlie managed a grunt and began moving his cock slowly in and out of her upturned ass.
"Oh, you sweet baby!" he moaned. "What a sweet little asshole! You're so fucking warm and tight, it's the living fucking end!"
The slow piston-like movement of his cockshaft brought a small delicious burning to her asshole. Mewling sounds coming out of her throat, she tightened the cheeks of her ass and swiveled her hips as he continued fucking.
Now he clutched her hips with his fingers, the air gushing in and out of his lungs as he wheezed and shuddered with exertion and excitement. He soon began gyrating his ass in a frenzy of lust, grinding and corkscrewing his pelvis, slamming his crotch against her wriggling butt.
"Fuck me!" Karen groaned, "fuck me hard!"
Their grunts and groans were counter-pointed by the smacking sounds of flesh against flesh. Karen had sweat dripping off her face and cunt juice streaming down the insides of her thighs. Her wheezing and snorting were a match for Charlie's. Her meaty ass serving as a pad for his pounding belly, she could no longer distinguish between her cunthole and asshole. Her crotch was just one big hole plugged by an enormous slab of cock.
She suddenly abandoned her doubled over position. The change made her asshole tighten around his cock, and Charlie groaned with the pleasure of it. Her ass swelled against his belly and her inner thighs squeezed against his legs.
Then he made another, more forceful thrust and her ass rose up to meet him. His cock sank deliciously into the depths of her quivering asshole. Grinding his balls on her cunt, he cried out.
"I'm coming! Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!"
"Oh, baby, give it to me!" Karen moaned. "Give me all of it!"
As their bodies shuddered in the throes of mutual spasms, his cock spewed out a flood of thick hot jism into the depths of her convulsing butt.
The people in the office thought Charlie Farrell was a humdrum, ordinary kind of guy, but Karen soon discovered he had more than one kink.
He seemed obsessed with her ass. She'd always thought she had a more or less ordinary ass, attractive enough, but Charlie behaved as though her ass was the only part of her body that really counted. He pinched and probed and squeezed and fondled it at every opportunity, and he fucked her asshole often enough to leave her poor little butthole feeling permanently raw. She'd been fucked in the ass before, but only occasionally. It was a new sensation to walk around feeling her asshole permanently stretched. The craziest thing of all was that she loved it!
Her objective, of course, was more than a good bout of ass-fucking. Her objective was to take the place of a quiet thirty-year-old woman named Marylou Smith. Marylou was stodgy and colorless and acted as if her entire world consisted of her steno pads and her collection of pencils, but she was the president's secretary and that made her important. Charlie Farrell did not think Marylou would ever consider moving to another office.
"She's been there ten years," Charlie said. "I don't think the boss gives a damn who he has as a secretary, provided she knows how to type, but ten years is ten years."
"I'll do anything to get that job," Karen said. She wiggled her hips and smiled at him coyly. *TII make it really nice for you, Charlie."
In exchange for the promise of a wild fuck, Charlie agreed to help Karen get Marylou's job, provided Marylou was willing to move. The wild fuck was to take place in the office after work on the following Friday. Charlie claimed the hotel bills were wiping him out and he was too cautious to go to Karen's apartment. Karen liked the idea of using the office-the element of danger made things exciting. She had no idea that using the office would turn out to be a lucky stroke.
When the day arrived for Karen to make good her promise to Charlie, she found herself tingling with uncertainty. She had promised Charlie she would do anything he wanted and she was a little uneasy about what he would make her do. Or what he would do to her. He was a strange man, Charlie was, and maybe a little too strange for Karen's comfort.
Charlie, however, reassured her. "Just some solid ass-fucking," he said.
Karen ws relieved. She decided to thank him by making sure he had a good time. When they were finally alone in the office, she kissed him and pressed her pussy up against the bulge in his pants.
"I'll do a striptease for you," she said seductively. "Would you like that?"
"Shit, yeah!" Charlie laughed. "Show me what you've got, baby!"
It was only a game, but Karen always found it exciting to turn a man on just by showing her body. Humming a tune as she walked back and forth across the room, she wiggled her ass provocatively and began undressing.
First came the skirt. Charlie whistled when she tossed the skirt away and faced him wearing a hip-length blouse, see-through pantyhose, and high heels. She was without panties and the pantyhose material was sheer enough to show her bush of cunt hair. She pumped her pussy at him suggestively.
"You like?"
"You've got great legs," Charlie smiled.
"And what about this?" Karen said, turning to show him her pantyhose-covered ass.
"That's even nicer!"
Keeping her back toward him, she wiggled her ass and slowly pushed down her pantyhose to expose her asscheeks.
"Jesus!" Charlie breathed.
When she had her pantyhose down to mid-thigh, she moved her legs apart, leaned forward, and reached her hands back to pull open her asscheeks.
Charlie groaned at the sight of her winking brown asshole. "Christ, that turns me on!"
Striving to excite him to the maximum, Karen held the pose as long as she could. When she finally straightened up, she moved to him, ran her hands down the front of his chest, and probed his crotch. She cupped his balls and massaged his cock.
"I love your big cock," she said.
Pulling his zipper down to open his fly, she grabbed his cock and balls with both hands and brought them out into the air.
"Come on, fuck me!" she groaned. "I can't take this any more! I need fucking!"
They abandoned the idea of any more games. They quickly stripped off all their clothes. Karen giggled when Charlie suggested she take his cock in her ass while sitting on his lap.
"It's worth a try," she laughed.
She sat on his lap with her back to his face and the mounds of her asscheeks closing around his cock. They delayed penetration in order to savor the full effect. She leaned her head on his shoulder while Charlie played with her tits and cunt. He pushed two fingers deep inside her cunthole and churned her juices with a finger-fucking motion. Karen squirmed her ass with pleasure. She finally lifted up a bit and Charlie pressed his swollen cockhead against her asshole.
"Yes!" she hissed. "Give it to me!"
Her asshole was stretched open enough after the weeks of ass-fucking to take him in easily. She had seven inches of hard cock probing her shit-tube when the office door suddenly opened and a woman stared at them with an amazed look on her face.
"Oh, my, excuse me!" the woman said. "I thought ..."
Without finishing the sentence, the woman slammed the door shut and ran off.
The woman was Marylou Smith, secretary to the president of the company.
Chapter Six
Marylous Smith was a woman with gentle manners and a soft voice. She was basically attractive, but she'd never learned the art of wearing clothes. Some days her clothes were frumpy, other days dowdy, and usually just plain drab. The fact that she was flat-chested didn't help matters much. She had a trim figure, however, and good legs, the sort of legs that look good in high heels, which unfortunately she hardly ever wore. Her best feature was her face, an attractive face even without much make-up. Marylou's idea of doing her face was to put on a dab of lipstick and powder her nose. Somewhere in her past as an Iowa farm girl, Marylou had been taught that it was sinful for a woman to have a shiny nose.
The day after the interlude with Charlie Far-rell, Karen invited Marylou to have a drink with her after work. Marylou protested at first that she hated drinking in a public place, but she finally agreed to at least a glass of wine.
As they sat beside each other in a booth in a cocktail lounge, Karen decided that Marylou looked like a spinster school teacher instead of the secretary to the president of a corporation. Marylou was wearing a low cut peasant dress with a sagging neckline, her hair was tied up in a bun in the back and her lips had hardly any paint.
"I suppose you were were shocked by what you saw yesterday," Karen said.
Marylou blushed. "Yes, that's true," she said. She seemed upset that Karen had so directly brought up the fact that Marylou had seen Karen stark naked on Charlie Farrell's lap. Karen had no doubt that Marylou realized she and Charlie had been fucking up a storm, but she wondered if this drab-looking woman was sophisticated enough to be aware that
Charlie's cock had been plugging her ass. The question was intriguing. Marylou just didn't look like the sort of woman who indulged in ass-fucking. Karen tried to picture Marylou bending over to have her asshole stuffed by a fat cock, and the image almost made her burst out in giggles.
"Listen,'* Karen said quietly, "I know we ought to have locked the door or gone to a hotel or something, but we didn't and that's that. It's not like we've committed a crime, is it?"
"Of course not," Marylou said. "I'm not a child, you know."
"Then you're not upset or angry? You don't think I'm awful?"
Marylou blushed again, but this time a soft smile came to her lips as she looked away. "It's true I was shocked," she said. "But then I went home and thought about it and decided I was being a hypocrite."
"A hypocrite?"
"A hypocrite because I was a little bit jealous of you. You seemed to be having such a good time!"
Karen was astonished. All she could manage was a weak "Oh, my."
During the next hour Karen learned a great deal about Marylou Smith. She learned that
Marylou regretted her sheltered and uneventful life.
"I always wanted to be a sexpot," Marylou laughed. "I guess I'm just not the type."
"It's all in the mind, honey," Karen said. "A sexpot is just a woman who likes sex. If you like it enough, you find ways to do it."
"When I was a girl, I was told sex is sinful."
"You can't mean you're a virgin," Karen said. "I won't believe that."
"Oh, no," Marylou said as she wiped her pretty mouth with a napkin. "I've been married, you know. It only lasted a year, but it was a real marriage just the same."
Karen chuckled. "A year is long enough for a girl to learn how much fun a cock can be."
Marylou blushed and giggled, obviously thrilled by the special between-us-girls intimacy. Karen saw how excited Marylou was and decided to continue the direction of the conversation. It would be amusing to see what Marylou was like when she was all hot and bothered!
"I like them long and thick," Karen said matter-of-factly. "But of course, it's the thickness that counts. I'd rather have a short thick one than a long thin one, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, my!" Marylou gasped. "Someone will hear you!"
"There's nobody within twenty feet of us," Karen teased. "Getting back to cock, Charlie Farreirs cock is gorgeous. You ought to try it. I don't have a stake, you know. He's married anyway, isn't he?"
"Oh, God!" Marylou groaned. "I need more wine."
"Not here," Karen said. "Come home with me and I'll cook dinner for us."
After finishing a bottle of wine in Karen's apartment, neither of them had any interest in dinner.
"I feel tipsy!" Marylou giggled.
They talked about sex again. Now that she had enough alcohol in her to reduce her inhibitions, Marylou frankly admitted her hunger for an active sex life.
"Something would be better than nothing!" she groaned. "Although I don't think I could do anything with anyone in the office. Mr. Newcomb is an old fuddy and he just wouldn't understand."
Karen wondered about Arthur Newcomb, president of the company. It seemed strange to think of him as the man she was going to marry! But she was so close to her objective now, it was beginning to seem real.
"You need a lover," she said to Marylou.
"A girl gets tired of using her finger."
Marylou blushed furiously at the suggestion that she satisfied herself by masturbation. Karen laughed when she saw the effect of her words.
"Don't be silly, honey. We all do it. Let your hair down and admit that you play with your pussy sometimes."
"It's very sinful."
"The hell it is," Karen laughed. "Speaking about pussies reminds me that I have to pee. Hold the fort, honey. Corporal Karen will be back pronto!"
Inside the bathroom Karen had a crazy idea and realized she was drunk enough to do it. Stripping off her pantyhose and panties, she peed, wiped herself, and smiled at her own devilish conniving.
She returned to Marylou prancing on her high heels. Her legs were now bare, but otherwise she was still dressed as before. If Marylou noticed the difference, there was no sign of it. Deliberately careless about the arrangement of her dress, Karen slumped down on the sofa and pushed her hips forward until her bare pussy was partially uncovered.
A soft whimper of surprise came out of Marylou's throat. She stared at Karen's cunt as though she were hypnotized. Karen looked down at herself and chuckled.
"It's just us girls," Karen said. "I like to be comfortable. Anyway you've seen one of these before, haven't you, honey?"
"You're very . . . hairy," Marylou said in a subdued voice.
Karen discovered she enjoyed having the other woman's eyes on her pussy. It was true she was hairy, but so were a lot of other women- Marylou's cunt was probably cute and girlish. She wondered if Marylou had a gay streak in her. Was that why she shied away from men? Karen hadn't had a girl go down on her since her sleep-over nights as a teenager. She wouldn't mind it at all. As long as it was the other woman doing the eating, she knew it could be fun. She couldn't imagine herself getting down there and lapping the slime out of a woman's cunt, but there were different strokes for different folks and as long as it felt good and hurt no one, there was nothing wrong with it.
As usual, thoughts about having her pussy licked had turned Karen on. She looked down over her belly again at her tangled bush of dark cunt hair. The insides of her thighs felt warm and her pulse was racing.
This will probably blow her mind! Karen thought.
She slipped a hand between her parted thighs, tickled her cunt hair, and finally began fingering the pulsating lips of her dripping pussy.
"My God, what are you doing?" Marylou gasped.
Karen smiled. "It's just us girls, honey. All the talk about sex has made my little pussy all hot and bothered, anxious for attention. I bet your pussy is as wet as mine is, but you're too bashful to admit it. You can diddle yourself if you want to and keep me company."
"I couldn't!" Marylou groaned.
Karen groaned also, for for a different reason. Her finger had touched a particularly sensitive spot and the sensation was marvelous. She gently pulled back the hood of her clit and rolled the quivering little button around. With a soft moan she opened her thighs wide and closed her entire hand over her cunt. She rubbed her pussy, massaged her cunt lips, and vibrated the shaft of her clit with rapid motion.
"God, I'm wet!" Karen hissed. "You're not mad at me for doing this, are you, honey? Do you think I'm sinful?"
"I don't know what to think," Marylou moaned. Her eyes revealing her fascination, she watched intently as Karen continued strok-
ing herself.
Karen felt wild and wonderful. She found it tremendously exciting to have another woman watch her while she played with her cunt. Prying open her cuntlips, she pushed a finger inside her cunthole and bucked her hips to fuck her hand. Her pussy was sopping wet. The noise made by her churning finger was loud and clear.
Unbuttoning the top of her dress, she slipped a hand inside to play with her tits. Her nipples were stiff. She cupped and squeezed each tit and continued moving her hips in rhythm to the fucking motion of her hand.
"It feels so good!" Karen groaned. "I do it all the time. Nothing that feels so good can possibly be bad, honey, at least not when it comes to sex!"
Her teeth biting her lower lip, Marylou was obviously distraught.
"Are you turned on?" Karen said. "Does it turn you on to watch me play with my cunt?"
Marylou nodded. "I wish I were as brave as you are," she said in a trembling voice.
"Why don't you try, honey?"
"I don't know how to begin."
"Oh, honey," Karen said softly. "You can begin by taking off some clothes and showing me that sweet little pussy you're hiding under your dress.*'
Her eyes glued to the wet open gash of Karen's cunt, Marylou moved as though she were in a trance. Kicking off her shoes, raising her hips, she peeled off her pantyhose and panties in one smooth motion. Then she hesitantly pulled back her dress and slowly opened her thighs.
Karen smiled at the older woman's girlish blonde pussy. Marylou had hardly any hair on her cunt and her cuntlips were clearly visible. Poking its tender nose out between the ragged pink lips was a surprisingly large clit.
"Lovely," Karen said. She was tempted to reach out and touch her pretty pussy, but she had to be careful and restrain herself-a sudden move might frighten Marylou away.
"Don't you think this is wrong?" Marylou asked tremulously.
"Don't be silly," Karen said. She was fascinated by the lush apperance of Marylouy's cunt. Marylou's clit stood out like a stiff miniature cock, its lewd size contrasting with Marylou's sweet wholesome face.
Karen now recognized the intense hunger in Marylou's eyes, Swiveling her body toward the other woman, Karen pulled her cuntlips open and offered her pussy to Marylou.
Her face flushed, her breath hissing through her teeth, Marylou gazed at Karen's glistening red cunt. Then she raised her eyes and met Karen's.
"Go on, honey," Karen cooed. "I'd love it."
With a groan of despair and elation, Marylou swooped her mouth down on Karen's dripping cunt.
One thing was clear right at the beginning-Karen was completely in charge. She looked down at Marylou sucking her cunt and was thrilled at the power she had over the woman. She stroked Marylou's face while Marylou greedily sucked up the juices oozing from her cunt. Marylou seemed to revel in her submission. An intuitive flash told Karen that Marylou liked people to tell her what to do. She wants to be ordered around, Karen thought, and I'm here to do the ordering!
"Up, darling," Karen said. "Not so fast. I don't want to come yet,"
With a sucking sound, Marylou pulled her mouth away from Karen's steaming cunt.
"Oh, God!" Marylou moaned. "This is crazy!"
If she thought it was crazy, she made no effort to stop any of it. She meekly obeyed when Karen ordered her to take off her clothes. She stood before Karen stark naked.
She had small tits with wide pink nipples. Her ass was flat, and except for the obvious presence of a pussy, she reminded Karen of a boy.
Karen realized she'd be able to completely dominate Marylou. She realized that Marylou enjoyed being submissive, maybe even to the point of being somebody's slave. The idea of having a sex slave turned Karen on. It sent a thrill of anticipation racing up her spine.
"You don't have much in the way of tits," Karen said derisively.
Marylou looked down at her tiny tits and blushed. "I'm sorry," she said.
Karen had a sudden urge to thoroughly degrade her. Why not? Marylou obviously wanted it, didn't she?
"Show me your asshole," Karen said.
"What?"
Karen chuckled and then spoke harshly. "Your asshole, honey. You have one, don't you?"
A whimper came out of Marylou's throat. Turning her back to Karen, she leaned forward and pulled her asscheeks apart. Karen laughed softly at the sight of Marylou's puckered brown asshole.
"I know you were only married a short time," Karen said, "but did that husband of yours ever fuck you in the ass?"
"God, no!" Marylou groaned.
"Too bad," Karen snickered. "There's nothing like six inches of cock up your ass to make you feel like a woman. You don't know what you're missing, honey. Put your finger in there and test it out."
"But ..."
"Go on, darling, stick your finger up your ass. If you don't do it, I'll do it for you. Is that what you want?"
Moaning with embarrassment, Marylou probed her asshole with a forefinger. Karen watched a moment and then pushed Marylou's hand away. Hissing her delight in subjugating the other woman, Karen forcefully shoved her thumb in Marylou's asshole and her middle finger in Marylou's cunthole.
"Your pussy is all wet," Karen laughed, "This turns you on, doesn't it, honey?"
Marylou could manage no more than a groan in reply.
After thoroughly probing Marylou's cunthole and asshole with her fingers, Karen pulled her hand away and wiped it on Marylou's smooth white ass.
"That's enough," Karen said. "You can stand up straight now."
Marylou sheepishly straightened up and
Karen came around to face her. Playfully pinching Marylou's wide pink nipples, Karen kissed Marylou's cheek and whispered, "We're going to be good friends, aren't we, honey?"
Marylou shivered. "I don't like to get hurt too much."
"I understand," Karen said. "You just do whatever I want and I won't hurt you too much."
And so their twisted relationship began. For the next several weeks, Marylou came to Karen's apartment -directly after work in the evening. Karen amused herelf by having Marylou dress up in a maid's uniform. She would order Marylou to clean the apartment and cook dinner, but the real fun was having Marylou suck her pussy. Wholesome-faced Marylou soon developed into a voracious cuntlapper. She seemed to thrive on Karen's cunt juice, sucking and slurping it up whenever she had the chance.
Karen did not mention anything about her plans to become Arthur Newcomb's secretary. Then one day she decided the time had arrived. After dinner she ordered Marylou to strip off her clothes and lie down on the living room rug.
"Play with yourself," Karen said. Marylou was always most obedient when she was really turned on, and playing with herself while Karen watched usually did the trick.
Her eyes closed, her thighs wide open, Marylou rubbed her girlish pussy with a steady rhythm.
Karen removed her clothes and squatted over Marylou's face. Marylou opened her eyes and gazed up with adoration at the pink meat of Karen's dark-haired cunt.
Leering down at Marylou, Karen said, "Get me clean."
As Marylou opened her mouth and wagged her tongue in invitation, Karen lowered her crotch and began rubbing her wet cunt over Marylou's face.
"You're a cuntlapping bitch!" Karen hissed. "1 want you to suck my ass. Get your tongue in my asshole and ream me out!"
Marylou obeyed. Marylou always obeyed. In a moment Karen thrilled at the sensation of Marylou's wet tongue slithering inside her asshole.
"I want you to switch jobs with me," Karen said. "You'll be Charlie Farrell's secretary. He needs a woman who will take it up the ass and I think you'll do nicely."
Marylou's reply was a muffled groan, but Karen had no doubt she agreed.
"Suck me, you fucking cunt bitch!" Karen cried. "I'm coming!"
Her body convulsing, Karen mashed her cunt against Marylou's mouth. At the end Karen lost control and pissed on Marylou's wholesome face.
If Marylou minded, she said nothing at all.
Chapter Seven
Arthur Newcomb chuckled softly at the picture on the television screen. He was alone in his plush wood-panelled office. The small television screen constructed into a desk drawer was part of a closed circuit system. Its existence was known only to him. There were actually four little screens, each one showing the interior of a stall. They Were special kinds of stalls. They were the stalls in the women's bathroom down the hall and at the moment, one of the stalls was occupied. Brenda Miles, the assistant comptroller of the company, sat oh the toilet in the stall furiously frigging her cunt.
Arthur Newcomb was a small rosy-cheeked man with small piggish eyes and a small dark moustache. He was fifty years old. He had a great deal of money and no wife. As he watched Brenda Miles strumming her pussy, he considered himself one of the happiest men in the world. He had bizarre tastes and he was rich enough to satisfy them. What more could a man want?
Brenda Miles was one of Newcomb's favorite performers. She was in her early forties, a well-groomed efficient businesswoman. She had a husband and three children and a comfortable house in the suburbs. No one would ever suspect the remarkable show she put on nearly every day for Arthur Newcomb.
Brenda was a taster. She liked to taste herself. Newcomb was a man who thoroughly enjoyed the taste of cunt juice, but he'd never known a woman who went for it with the zest of Brenda Miles. She always masturbated like a machine-first rubbing her clit, then pumping her cunthole with her fingers, and finally sucking her juice-coated fingers. The same routine was repeated over and over again, and since her clit massage was continually interrupted by her finger-sucking, it always took Brenda ages and ages to have an orgasm.
Newcomb decided he must be the world's expert on female masturbation. He'd seen everything. There were times when all four stalls were simultaneously occupied by women frigging together like some crazy quartet. Most of them sat down while they did it, but some of them liked to do it standing. There were even a few who carried dildoes in their purses. Watching an enthusiastic woman fuck herself with a dildo was great entertainment.
Unzipping his fly, Newcomb fished inside and brought out his half-hard cock. He slowly pumped his prick and watched Brenda Miles slurping up her cunt juice. She had a full-lipped syrupy cunt. From the look of her fingers, she was thoroughly juiced up, and Newcomb imagined her drenched pussy was dripping cunt juice into the toilet bowl as though it were piss.
She reminds me of that Goodwin woman, he thought. The image of Elizabeth Goodwin's robust figure caused Newcomb to pump his cock harder. He had a very special date with Elizabeth that very afternoon. Thinking about it now made him shiver with anticipation. A moment later an animal-like grunt came out of his throat and his swollen cockhead erupted a geyser of white hot jism all over his hand.
Elizabeth Goodwin reminded Newcomb of a battleship. Maybe that was why he found her so attractive. She was a big woman with big tits and a big ass. Newcomb was certain her tits were big enough to close over his head and smother him to death. Thinking about that made him tremble. When a woman made Arthur Newcomb tremble, his cock immediately rose up ready for action. It made no difference that Elizabeth was a crusty old bitch who liked people to grovel at her feet. That was what Newcomb wanted. He wanted to grovel at the feet of a strong-minded woman and Elizabeth Goodwin was definitely strong-minded enough. The first time he met her, he offered her a thousand dollars for the privilege of sucking her pussy.
She refused, of course, at least the money part of it. She had money of her own and she told him she didn't need his filthy thousand dollars. But she'd let him suck her cunt if he'd let her give the orders. She told him that the minute she set eyes on him she knew he was a man who liked to be handled by a strong-minded woman. Would he suck and lick her pussy and anything else she wanted? Newcomb fell all over himself assuring her he would.
Now they were in his apartment and Elizabeth was turning to him after a quick survey of part of his collection of porcelain dogs.
"Interesting," she said, "but I'm not here to look at your little dogs, am I?"
"No," said Newcomb.
"You promised to lick my pussy. You weren't lying about that, were you?"
"Of course not."
"Good," she said imperiously. 'Til need to use the bathroom first, if you'll show me where it is."
Newcomb hesitated. He fidgeted, wrung his hands together, and finally blurted out. "Are you going to pee?"
A flush of irritation came to her cheeks. "That's really none of your business, but the answer is yes."
"Let me watch," Newcomb whimpered.
She stared at him as though he were mad. Then a glitter came into her eyes and she smiled. "Why not? You'll see it all anyway, won't you? My, my, Arthur, you have a dirty little mind, haven't you?"
Inside the bathroom she teased him about the hungry look in his eyes. Watching his face, she lifted her dress and slip, peeled her pantyhose and panties down to her knees, and sat down on the toilet. He had only a glimpse of the thick bush of hair below her belly.
"You're a nasty man!" she twittered.
She pulled her dress up to show him her plump belly and fat thighs. Then she opened her thighs to expose the top part of her cunt. Enough was visible for him to see that she had the hairy well-developed cunt of a mature woman, a cunt with a large pink clit and thick brownish red cuntlips.
' 'Put your hand between my legs and I'll pee on it," she said with a throaty chuckle.
Newcomb's heart pounded in his chest. The woman seemed to be able to read his mind!
Moving closer to her, he leaned forward and slipped his hand between her meaty thighs. The first feel of her cunt made him tremble with lust. Her cunt hair was surprisingly wiry and her cuntlips already slippery with her juice. A moment later a stream of warm piss gushed over his palm.
"There it is!" she purred. "All for you!"
He waited until she finished, and then he drew his hand away with his middle finger sliding between her cuntlips.
"That's enough of that," she said, pushing his hand away. "Take my shoes off, and then get rid of my pantyhose and panties. They just get in the way, don't they?"
When he had her shoes and underwear stripped off, she patted his cheek and rose up. She planted one foot on the toilet seat and calmly ordered him to clean her pussy with his tongue.
There was no chair in the bathroom and he had to get down on his knees in order to carry out her wish. Now he had a close-up view of her juicy cunt in all its glory. There was a lavish meatiness about it that overwhelmed him. The warm womanly smell of her pussy wafted into his nose and made him tremble with passion. He groaned with pleasure at the bold display of ripe cunt and curling hair. When he buried his face in her cunt bush, she shivered slightly but otherwise maintained her composure.
"Rub your nose in it," she ordered. "I love it when a man sniffs around in there! No one has done it to me in years."
He mewled and shivered and snorted against her succulent cunt. He sucked the hairy folds of meat into his slobbering mouth. He licked and wallowed in the abundance of slimy wet cunt-flesh.
She finally had to push him away with a protest that he used his teeth too much.
"Let's get on the bed," she said. "I'd like to get comfortable."
Back in the bedroom, she removed her dress and carefully draped it over a hanger in the closet. Newcomb marvelled at the way she seemed in charge of things. She still had on a full slip and a bra, but he could easily visualize her naked cunt under the slip. Now that she had her dress off, her plump ass and huge tits were emphasized. When he meekly asked her to uncover her tits, she ignored his request and told him instead to fetch the pillow off the easy chair so she could use it as a backrest.
"And bring a towel," she said. "I don't like a mess."
She finally settled down in a sitting position in the center of the wide bed. She had the pillow behind her back and her legs drawn up and opened wide to show her hairy crotch and gaping cunt.
"My first husband used to suck my pussy for hours at a time," she said coolly. "The man I'm married to now doesn't care for it very much. I take a long time, Arthur, so be prepared. I like lots of licking and sucking and a good deal of pressure on my clit. If your tongue gets tired, use your nose, but just keep rubbing. I also like some other things, but we'll come to those later. I intend to thoroughly enjoy myself, Arthur. Now get down here and show me if you're as good at this as I hope you are."
Crawling on the bed, he bent forward over her pussy and lowered his head.
"Eat it!" she hissed.
In a moment he had the smell of her cunt juice filling his nostrils. He kissed and licked, biting her musky flesh and lashing his tongue deep into her dripping pussy.
Her pussy had a heavy odor of fish and vinegar that was much stronger and more reciting than that of any woman he'd ever smelled. The taste and aroma of her cunt were delicious. He dipped his tongue inside her cuntlips to bring the wonderful flavor of her cunt into his mouth. He lapped the entire length of her meaty cunt with firm strokes. The salty flavor of her thick pussy juice was a delight.
"Uuummm!" she groaned as he brought the tip of his tongue into contact with her pink throbbing clit. She ran her fingers through his hair and around his ears. He could feel the muscles in her thighs ripple with excitement as he pulled her clit between his lips and began to gently nibble at it.
"That's good!" she cried with approval. "That's the way! Chew it! Yes! Yes! Lick it!"
The sounds of her arousal were music to his * ears. He scraped his teeth over her clit and whipped his tongue back and forth across her cunt-flesh until she was groaning like a mare in heat. After a long while he tried to pull his head up, but she snarled at him and pushed his head back down again.
"Stay down there!" she hissed. "Keep sucking!"
Newcomb shuddered and continued sucking. Her cunt became his world. Her thighs were pressing against his ears, her cunt juice covered his face, and the smell of her cunt filled his nose.
He'd known women who took a long time to come, but Elizabeth Goodwin took the longest. His jaws hurt and his tongue flapped around like a useless piece of meat. Finally, after almost an hour of sucking, she had two small orgasms in quick succession.
"Now do the other hole," she said.
"What?"
"My asshole, darling. Lick my asshole. Don't be bashful."
"Jesus Christ!"
"Haven't you ever done it before? It's what 1 need to have a really big one. You put your nose in my pussyhole and your tongue in my asshole and sort of do both holes at once."
Pulling back her knees, she raised her crotch up under his face. He gazed down at her wet cunt, at her cuntlips hanging loose and , at the quivering pink bean of her clit, at the glistening white juice collected at the mouth of her cunthole. Below, the gaping canyon of her cunt, her asshole puckered and winked. He was far from an expert in such matters, but he could tell this was hardly the asshole of a young girl. It wasn't just the hair growing around her asshole-young girls sometimes had that. The fact was that her asshole looked used.
She's been fucked in the ass a thousand times, he thought. Did it matter? He had an urge to do it. He had an urge to push his tongue in there and make her moan in ecstasy. Having his tongue inside her ass would represent her total domination over him. He hardly knew her, and yet here he was slobbering over her crotch like a trained dog!
"Do it," she ordered.
It was no longer possible to resist. With a grunt of unrestrained lust, he lowered his face to the job. He screwed his nose inside her wet cunthole. He lapped the raised ring of her asshole, tickled it with the tip of his tongue, and then slithered his tongue inside as far as he could reach.
A mewling sound of pleasure came out of her throat. She had her knees pulled all the way back and her feet resting on his shoulder blades. She slowly rocked her crotch back and forth as he tongue-fucked her asshole.
"Oh, yes!" she hissed. "Get it in there! Ream me out! God, it feels good!"
He could sense her rapidly building up to a climax. As she neared the peak, she pushed a hand under his forehead to rub her clit. Then she began a series of loud cries as her body tossed in the final convulsion.
When he finally pulled his head away from her cunt, his face was numb. She looked at him and chuckled. He found it hard to believe he had just had his tongue in this woman's ass. She was not the sort of woman people would think attractive. A man with his money ought to be able to have young and pretty woman. Maybe he ought to get himself a wife. He hadn't thought about getting married, but maybe it was time.
"Get me another towel," Elizabeth said.
She wiped her crotch and then told him to bring out his cock. With an expert hand she jerked him off into the towel and giggled when his jism came spurting out of his cock.
Afterward, as they were dressing, she patted his cheek. "I think I'll take that thousand dollars after all," she said. "I'm sure I can find some way to spend it."
Chapter Eight
"I'll be happy to have dinner with you, Mr. Newcomb, but this is the middle of the week and I'm a working girl. I must get home early. Promise?"
Karen was delighted that Arthur Newcomb had finally asked her for a date. Two weeks had passed since she had started working for him, and she was beginning to think she'd lost her sex appeal!
Newcomb was a strange little man. He was
Newcomb definitely decided he ought to get married.
always immaculately dressed, freshly shaved, and smelling of expensive cologne. He always had a silk handkerchief sticking out of his breast pocket. His cheeks were rosy, his moustache was precisely trimmed, and his eyes were forever ogling the swell of Karen's tits. He seemed like a nice man, but the nicest thing about him was that he was so rich!
She decided that at least at the beginning it would be best to play hard to get.
"I'll have you home by nine o'clock," Newcomb said with a beaming smile and one more glance at the thrust of her tits.
Karen had a sudden fantasy of Newcomb going down on her. She wondered what it would be like to have that little moustache of his tickling her clit. He had sensuous lips. It would be nice to have his head between her thighs, to tickle his ears and run her fingers over his scalp. What a gas it would be to have the president of the company licking her pussy and sticking his tongue in her cunthole!
Newcomb mistook the flush on Karen's cheeks as a sign of pleasure at his dinner invitation. He had no idea of the erotic images running through her mind. The images running through his mind were as hot as the lava spewing out of a volcano! He had been carefully watching her antics in the women's bathroom for two weeks now. He had seen her do almost everything a woman does in the privacy of a bathroom stall. She was a three-finger woman. She used three fingers rapidly pistoning in and out of her pussy to bring herself off in less than fifteen seconds. He was dying to have her kneeling on a bed with her cunt and asshole staring him in the face. The image of it drove him crazy!
They were both fully aware that the invitation to dinner really involved more than that. There would definitely be some sex afterward, but how far things would go was unpredictable.
They arrived at Karen's apartment after dinner in high spirits. As Newcomb had promised, it was not yet nine o'clock. They had a few drinks, a few laughs, and soon they were pecking their lips at each other on the sofa.
In the midst of one of the longer kisses, Newcomb put his hand on Karen's tit. Karen mewled her approval and reciprocated by rubbing her fingers over the bulge of Newcomb's cock in the crotch of his expensive suit.
His already half-hard cock immediately grew into a full erection under the stroking of her fingertips. She quickly lost whatever apprehension she had about moving too fast. Newcomb seemed pleased.
"I like women who know what they're doing," he said.
Karen chuckled and teasingly pinched his cock. "Do you think I know what I'm doing?"
"Yes."
"Then I suppose you like me."
"What's this?" "That's my nipple."
"It feels big. I like girls with big nipples." "Oh, damn, Mr. Newcombl Let's stop playing games. Unzip my dress!"
"Call me Arthur," he said. "It sounds more friendly."
Moments later he had the back of her dress unzipped and her bra unhooked. He drew his breath in between his teeth as he stripped her to the waist.
"Jesus, what tits!" he said.
She pulled her shoulders back and smiled. "Do you really like them?"
"Sensational!"
He put his hands on her tits, lifting them, squeezing them, pulling on her nipples. Karen closed her eyes and purred with pleasure. When he lowered his head to suck a long nipple into his mouth, she groaned and rubbed his cock through his pants.
"Let's get undressed!"
Although she was in a hurry to have him fuck her, he backed off, smiled, and without batting an eye said he wanted to lick her pussy.
"It's been a long day," she said with a blush. "I need a shower."
"Never mind that," he leered. "I like them a little raunchy!"
Sweet Jesus! Karen thought. There was more to Newcomb than she'd expected!
She quickly stripped off the rest of her clothes and posed her body for him, showing him the swell of her meaty ass and the jiggle of her tits. She hoped her body turned him on, and by the response in his eyes, she guessed it did.
"How do you want me?" she said with a throaty voice. She found it particularly sexy that he was still fully dressed with his usual silk handkerchief sticking out of his breast pocket.
He had her sit in an easy chair with her legs draped over the arms. He gazed rapturuously at her totally exposed cunt and asshole.
"Christ, what a cunt!" he beamed.
Newcomb was impressed. Her cunt was a lush forest, her cuntlips open and ready, her pink cunt glistening with her juice, her clit stiff and protruding from its hood, her cunthole brimming with white syrup. It was a steaming hot cunt made for eating and fucking. The fact that there would be the added tang of sweat and piss, the gamey flavor of a cunt after a long day, made the prospect of sucking it that much more appealing.
Newcomb, you're an old cunt-hound! he thought.
So he was. Kneeling on the floor, he leered at her pussy and told her how much she excited him.
"Go on, honey!*' she said. "Get in there and lick it! Eat my cunt! It's all ready for you!"
His eyes glittered as he gazed at her gaping cuntlips. The meaty folds were wet with a sheen of whitish cunt juice. He could clearly see into her cunthole.
"That's a deluxe cunt," he said with a smile of admiration.
"Well, eat it then!" she cooed. "Eat it! Put your mouth down there and lick it good!"
"Christ, yes!" he said.
Leaning forward, he began rubbing his lips all over her crotch and the insides of her thighs. Then he placed his open mouth against the slit of her pussy and stuck his tongue out. His cock jerked in his pants as he began licking the tender tissues of her cunt.
"Ooohhh, God!" she groaned at the first touch of his tongue. "Eat me, Arthur! Eat me!
Oh, honey! Lick my pussy till I blow my mind! Go on, Arthur, eat it! Gobble my cunt and make me come! Gggnnnuuuggghhhh!"
Squirming on the cushion, she pushed her cunt against his mouth. His hot breath blew against her cunt as he slurped from her asshole to her clit. Her legs twitched and her belly trembled with a series of small spasms.
A muffled snort came out of his mouth as he nuzzled into her juice-drenched cunt and stabbed his tongue inside her cunthole. Swirling his tongue, he sucked up the thick cunt juice now flowing heavily from her pussy.
"Oh, Jesus, that's good!" she squealed. "Eat me! Lap my cunt! Push your tongue in there! That's it, honey! Ooohhh, good! Don't stop! Uuunnnggghhh! Eat my pussy till I go out of my mind!"
He hungrily sloshed his tongue around her cunt. He rubbed up and down her juicy cunt slit and massaged the drooping folds that led to her cunthole.
"Oh, shit, you fucker, eat my cunt!" she cried. Grabbing his head, she pulled it to her crotch and pressed his face tightly against her wet pussy. She gyrated her hips, bucked her pussy, pumped her cunt against his mouth. "I want to come! Make me come! Lick it! Lick it!" she cried.
Pushing his tongue as far inside her cunthole as he could, he began twirling it around. His mouth made wet slurping sounds as he reamed her cream-filled cunt.
"Oh, God, I'm going to come!" she gasped. She lifted her feet, planted them on his back, and began undulating her hips and mashing her cunt against his open mouth.
He continued to lap at her squirming cunt until the tremors of her orgasm had stopped. When she ceased moving and dropped her feet back over the arms of the chair, he lifted his juice-covered face and looked up at her. "Nice?"
"You don't think I'm too old for you?" "Don't be silly! I like older men. The young ones don't know how to suck a girl's pussy. You're wonderful at it. You do it just right!" Newcomb was pleased. He found Karen very exciting. There was a certain deliberate sensuality about her that turned him on. She behaved like a nympho and he loved it! On top of it all, her body was a dream-big tits, big ass, and a ripe juicy cunt. He still had the taste of her cunt juice on his tongue and the sticky feel of it on his face.
"You can fuck me now, if you want to," Karen said with an impish smile.
Newcomb nodded. His cock was threatening to burst through his pants. His balls felt as though they were swollen to the size of oranges. He quickly stripped off his clothes, and when he was naked, he turned to face Karen with his stiff cock swaying like a baseball bat.
"That looks like the answer to a girl's dreams!" Karen laughed.
Urging him to come forward, she gripped the base of his hard cock, opened her mouth, and gluttonously enveloped his cockhead with her lips.
"Jesus Christ!" he groaned.
She liked the sweet flavor of his cock. She sucked and slurped on his thick prick, swishing her tongue over his swollen cockhead and gripping it with her lips.
He put his hands on top of her head, burying his fingers in her hair and watching her lips glide over his cock. He slowly hunched at her mouth.
"Suck it!" he hissed. "Blow me! Christ, it feels good in there! You've got a nice mouth. Your luscious lips are around my cock . . . wet and warm. Stretches your mouth, doesn't it? You've left lipstick on me . . . luscious cocksucking mouth!"
Using her hand, Karen groped inside her juice-filled cunt. She fucked her cunthole at the same time as she sucked him. She liked the feel of his hot prick stuffing her mouth. His cock was thick and juicy with a fat cockhead made for sucking. She thought of taking his load of cum down her throat, but then she decided it would be better if he blasted off the first time in her pussy. Would she really succeed in becoming Mrs. Arthur Newcomb? God, how marvelous it sounded!
She wanted to fuck now. She pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet smacking sound and told him to take her on the rug.
"Do it from behind," she said. "I like it best that way."
A month passed. Karen eagerly became Newcomb's mistress. In the beginning they tried to keep it a secret in the office, but eventually everyone became aware of it. Karen didn't care-she had no qualms about people knowing she was fucking the president of the company. It also made it easier for them to fuck in Newcomb's plush office.
Newcomb remained a puzzle. He wasn't half-bad as a lover. They did all the things she liked. But something seemed to be holding him back. There was also no talk of marriage, and Karen found that disturbing. Her goal, after all, was to marry him, not just have an affair with him. What was wrong?
The answer came one afternoon while they were alone in his office. Karen was standing beside Newcomb's desk, enjoying the feel of his hand under her dress and his fingers in her cunt, when he asked her if she knew the game "horsey". She said she didn't, but that she'd willing to learn. What she learned was that Newcomb wanted to be ridden like a horse.
"With reins," he said. "We can use my leather belt."
A smile of satisfaction appeared on Karen's face. Newcomb was no longer a puzzle. He was just a horse that needed a rider.
"Of course, darling," she said with a throaty voice. "I know all about horses."
That evening in her apartment she rode him for the first time. With his leather belt clamped between his teeth and her hands holding each end of it, she could pull his head right or left and direct him around the apartment.
They were both naked and sweating from their exertions after a half hour of the game. Newcomb carried her weight on his back in an obvious state of ecstasy.
"Giddyap, horsey!" Karen ordered. She whipped the reins and spanked his ass. She enjoyed every minute of it. If Newcomb wanted to be dominated by a woman, she was happy to do the job!
After riding his back until he was exhausted, she ordered him to suck her cunt. He sucked and slurped and slobbered, groveling between her thighs. She giggled triumphantly when he moved lower down and began licking her asshole.
"That's the way, honey!" she chuckled.
"Clean my ass!"
Clean it he did. She made him tongue-fuck her asshole until she got bored with it. When he finally complained that his tongue hurt, she let him come up for air.
After that day the course of their relationship took a new turn. During working hours she was his secretary, efficient and respectful. In the evening she became his master and he became her slave.
One night she picked up a young stud in a downtown bar and brought him home. When Newcomb arrived, he stared dumbfounded at the handsome youth.
"His name is Jerry," Karen said. "You can watch him fuck me."
She knelt on the bed. The young stud fucked her from behind while Newcomb scooted underneath to suck her tits.
Jerry had a long thick cock and he fucked her slowly and deeply. She told Newcomb Jerry's cock felt marvelous.
"It's a lovely prick," she said. "He really knows how to fuck."
Newcomb was surprised when he learned Jerry was only nineteen years old. Karen wasn't surprised at all. He wasn't the first nineteen-year-old she had picked up at that particular bar. Nineteen-year-olds had very hard cocks and very good staying power.
After Jerry shot off his first load into Karen's cunt, his cock was still half-hard and she went down on him.
Newcomb stood behind the naked bent-over body of the dark-haired secretary as she lapped and sucked the young stud's juice-coated cock.
Newcomb could see the slash of Karen's pussy gaping wide open as she bent forward. Her cuntlips were pulled apart by the angle of her body. Streams of thick cunt juice and jism oozed out of her dark hairy cunt. Above her cunt, the dark ring of her asshole puckered in the valley between her plump asscheeks.
He hesitated a moment, debating with himself. As if sensing his indecision, Karen wiggled her ass in invitation.
With a groan of submissive lust, Newcomb fell to his knees behind her.
Her asshole and cunt were spread out under his face like a banquet. He leaned forward so that his mouth and nose were a fraction of an inch from the two inviting holes. He inhaled deeply through his nose, savoring the aroma of her recently fucked cunt. Then he moved higher, sniffing the familiar musky fragrance of her asshole. Sticking his tongue out like a red wet snake, he speared her tight asshole with its pointy tip.
A muffled squeal of pleasure came out of Karen's stuffed mouth and she squirmed her ass demanding more.
The brown puckered lips of her asshole parted slightly to permit the entry of Newcomb's tongue. He slid his tongue in about halfway and wriggled it around inside her elastic shit-tube.
Karen shuddered with delight as Newcomb's thick tongue penetrated her ass. Her mouth was completely filled with the juicy length of Jerry's cock. Her lips were stretched wide, her tongue was flattened, and her throat was tick-
led by his fat velvety cockhead. She moaned at the heavenly sensation of having a cock in her mouth and a tongue in her ass at the same time.
Rolling the thick cock in her mouth over her tongue, she sucked gently at it as she licked. Newcomb's tongue continued reaming out her asshole, and she pushed her ass back at him in an effort to drive his tongue deeper inside.
The ring of her asshole closed tightly around the invading tongue and the friction of his tongue's caress was increased by the tightness.
She rocked slowly forward and back, forcing his tongue to move in and out of her clutching asshole like a pistoning cock. At the same time she also moved her head forward and back, alternately swallowing and disgorging the thick juicy cock which filled her mouth.
Her hand cradled Jerry's swollen balls in their lightly furred sac. She rolled the two balls around, savoring their size and weight, and then she moved a finger behind his ball-sac and probed the tight entrance to his asshole.
God, how she loved finger-fucking a man's asshole when she sucked him!
And how she loved having Newcomb kneeling behind her to lap at her sweaty asshole like a puppydog! He might be president of a com-
pany and all that, but at the moment he had his tongue up her ass!
Now Newcomb was nuzzling her steaming asshole with his nose and slithering his tongue down to her oozing cunt. He pushed his tongue inside her cunthole and began tongue-fucking her pussy at the same time as his nose burrowed in her asshole. She thrilled at the voluptuous sensation of having both holes pronged with his face.
She squirmed her ass, grinding her two holes against his nose and tongue. She chomped on the fat cock stretching her mouth, sucking on it wetly as though it were a popsicle.
She wondered if Newcomb could taste Jerry's jism in her cunt. The thought of Newcomb slurping up the cum of the young stud was a wild turn-on!
Newcomb, his face buried in Karen's upturned ass, was in a state of high excitement. Since his cock was unattended, he closed his fist around it and began jerking off.
A series of grunts and groans and moans heralded the arrival of the trio at the apex of their pleasure. Jerry came first, filling Karen's mouth with a. geyser of white hot jism. The mouthful of tangy warm cum kicked off Karen's orgasm. When Newcomb felt the contractions of Karen's cunthole around his tongue and her asshole around his nose, he increased the pumping of his fist and shot his load on the rug with a force that felt as though he were pissing.
That same evening, after Jerry had left, Newcomb told Karen he was indebted to her for the most wonderful time of his life. After sucking her cunt once more, he asked her to marry him.
Chapter Nine
Arthur Newcomb had his first heart attack less than a year after he married Karen Driscoll. Some people nodded their heads and said a man should never marry a woman twenty-five years his junior. Other people snickered over the idea that Newcomb was getting himself fucked to death, fucked and sucked and only God knew what else. Karen looked like the sort of woman who could fuck a man to death without batting an eye.
She quickly took to being Mrs. Arthur Newcomb, wife of the president and major stockholder of Fidelity Insurance, an attractive woman with a good body and a taste for expensive clothes. She drove a new car, made new friends, and began a new life. She met important people. One and all, important and unimportant, they wondered what the Newcombs did in bed to turn Arthur into such an exhausted shell of a man.
In the second year of their marriage, Karen realized she was getting bored. Arthur's kinky little games were becoming routine and tedious. She liked his subservience, the way he groveled at her feet, the way he sucked her cunt and ass for hours and hours. She enjoyed it, but never as much as he did. Even the boys she brought home to fuck under his nose didn't do the trick. She had a need for something far out, something really wild, something to establish her complete dominance over Newcomb and drive him over the edge. She thought she knew what that something was.
Maybe it'll kill him, she thought. The idea brought a brief pang of remorse and then a vision of a truckload of hundred-dollar bills falling on her head. She told herself she was a greedy bitcfc and went ahead with her plans.
Then, as if to provide a sort of divine justification for it all, she found out about the television circuit in Arthur's office and his past habit of spying on the women's bathroom. For some reason the idea hit a raw nerve and she went into an extreme rage.
"You're a filthy pervert!" she screamed.
Arthur trembled. He loved her this way- she was all fire and passion and it turned him on.
Karen saw the lustful look in his eyes and sneered, "You want fucking, huh? You want one of your crazy little games? Do you have a hard-on, honey? Is your poor old prick aching to blast off? You said you watched me piss the first day I started working for you. Did it turn you on? Did you jerk off watching me?"
She left him alone and returned in a short while dressed in black nylon-exotic black panties and a black garter belt holding up jet black hosiery. Her black shoes had wicked pointed toes and needle-thin heels. Her bra had holes at the tips and her long thick nipples jutted through the holes like two pistols. She was a vision of hot lust, a sex witch who brought a shudder of uncontrolled desire to Newcomb's body.
"We do it my way, don't we, honey?" she taunted him. "My way or none at all!"
"Yes," Newcomb whispered.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, my love."
"That's better. Get your clothes off, shithead. Get your prick out in the air."
When he stood naked, his cock rigid and throbbing, she looked him up and down and smirked.
"You're drooling cock juice all over the rug," she said. "All hot to trot, aren't you?"
She ran her fingers over his belly, over the bush of hair at the base of his cock, and cupped his balls in her palm. He winced when she closed her hand tightly and pulled his ball-sac.
"Hurt?"
"No," he said.
"I ought to hurt you. I ought to get even for your peeking at me in the bathroom at the office. That was nasty, Arthur. Don't you think you ought to be punished?"
Now her fingers moved over the length of his throbbing cock to flutter over his bloated cockhead. She scooped up some of the juice dribbling out of the slit. Her eyes glittering, she brought her hand up to smear the sticky cock juice over his lips.
He licked and slurped and sucked her fingertips clean. Then she wiped her fingers on his chest to get rid of his saliva and patted his cheek.
"You're a good boy, Arthur. Are you clean?"
"Yes," he whispered.
She made him turn around and bend over to expose his asshole. She rubbed the ball of her thumb over the ring of his asshole and then pushed her thumb inside and probed around.
"Tight," she said. "Feel good?"
His only response was a groan of delight. She abruptly pulled her finger out and wiped it on his ass.
"Get on the rug," Karen ordered. "On your back."
They were both lost now, lost in a jungle of dark desires. She knelt over his face, reveled in making him strain his head up to gobble and lick her nylon-covered pussy.
"Suck it!" she groaned. "Take the whole thing in your mouth! Suck the juice out of my panties!"
She made him chew on the crotch piece of her panties until it was soaked with a mixture of her cunt juice and his saliva. Then she pulled the crotch of her panties aside and made him lick her cunt until the hair covering her cuntlips was plastered down with his spit.
"I ought to pee in your face," she hissed.
"You want that, don't you, honey? But not here, not on the rug. We don't want piss on the rug, do we, darling?"
She climbed off him, wiggled her ass in his face, and walked away to the bathroom. He crawled after her like an obedient dog. Inside the bathroom she peeled off her panties and ordered him into the bathtub. They had never yet come this far and they were both flushed with desire.
"In the bathtub," she said huskily.
He meekly climbed into the tub and lay down on his back. After kicking off her shoes, she climbed in after him and squatted over his face with her wide-open hairy cunt only inches from his twitching nose.
"Beg me for it!" she hissed. "Go on, beg me!"
A croaking sound of despair came out of his throat.
"Beg!" she cried.
"Please!" he whimpered.
"Please, what?"
"Please piss on me!"
With a long sigh of relief and exultation, she relaxed her muscles and let loose a stream of hot piss on his face.
He groaned with such ecstasy she thought he shot his load, but he hadn't come and he was still hard.
She helped him clean up. "Poor Arthur," she crooned. "You're so brave. So brave and so sweet, just a regular little sweetie. Everything is all right now. Let's go to the bedroom."
"Can we fuck now, Karen?"
"We'll fuck when I'm ready for it!" she snapped. "Get your ass into the bedroom!"
She followed him down the hall, her eyes on his round firm ass.
"Wait for me on the bed," she said.
She made a telephone call. When she returned to the bedroom, Arthur was curious but she said nothing. She crawled over him, straddled his body and hung her tits over his face. She was still wearing her cut-out bra and only her nipples were exposed. The thick nubs were rigid and extended with her excitement.
"Suck my tits," she ordered.
He eagerly obeyed. She dropped a tit over his face and wiggled the nipple into his mouth. He sucked at her like a baby, his cheeks hollowing and mewling sounds of satisfaction coming out of his throat.
When he had her nipple almost raw and hurting, she pulled it out of his mouth and gave him the other one.
"You sure know how to suck a tit, Arthur!"
she moaned.
Poised over him as she was, it was no trouble to direct her steaming cunt down to his throbbing cock. In a moment she had his thick cock pushed into the juice-filled channel of her cunt and she lunged down to completely impale herself on it.
"Aaahhh, yesss!" she groaned. "That's nice!"
The feeling of control, of doing her own fucking, filled her with a mixture of power and sex that made her almost wish she were a man.
"Good, baby?" she asked, rolling her ass around, bending his cock back and forth inside her cunt.
He shook his head off her tit long enough to answer. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Karen! Fuck me good!"
"That's a good boy," she cooed, dropping her tit to fill his mouth again. "Your cock feels good, Arthur. Lots of nice cock filling me up. Big thick hard cock. I'll fuck you all night. Shove it in there! Fuck my cunt!"
Pulling herself back from him, she cupped her tits in both hands and squezed them while he strained upward trying to get them again. She laughed at him and pushed her cunt down harder on his cock. She deliberately teased him, holding back her tits from his mouth un-
til he started begging. She continued rolling her ass around in slow circles as she moved up and down on his rigid prick.
Suddenly the doorbell rang.
"Who the hell is that?" Newcomb groaned.
Karen laughed softly. "A surprise," she said. She slipped off his juice-coated swollen cock and patted his cheek. "You stay right here until I come back, you hear?"
"Sure, honey," he moaned. "But for God's sake make it quick!"
"Karen, I'm nervous!" Marylou Smith said.
"Don't be silly," Karen laughed. "Arthur is like a little lamb. He'll do anything I tell him to do. That's a pretty dress, honey. You look adorable today. We'll get you dressed up in some sexy things and knock his eyes out! Come on, we can do it in one of the empty bedrooms. One advantage of money, darling, is that there's always enough space. God, how I hate the thought of my old apartment!"
Grabbing Marylou's hand, Karen pulled her down the carpeted hallway and into a small guest bedroom. Getting Marylou involved had seemed crazy when she'd first thought of it, but now that the moment was at hand, Karen found herself flushed with excitement. She loosened the belt of her robe to cool off. She chuckled when she saw Marylou's admiring glance at her nude body under the open robe.
"Get your clothes off," Karen said. "I've got some lingerie for you. Arthur will go crazy when he sees you in it."
"You promised I'd wear a mask," Marylou giggled. "I don't think I could go through with it if he recognizes me."
"Don't worry about that," Karen assured her. "I've got a mask big enough to hide your whole face. He's never seen you without clothes, so the problem is solved, isn't it?"
Marylou nodded as she stripped off her clothes. When Karen had first told her what she had in mind, Marylou had been shocked. Then, after thinking about it, she decided it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to get even with Newcomb for all the little indignities she'd suffered while she'd been his secretary. She tingled with anticipation now. She also found it stimulating to peel her clothes off in. front of Karen. She remembered the erotic sessions they'd had together.
"Sweet little tits," Karen said. She was tempted to throw Marylou down on the bed and gobble her girlish pussy, but Arthur couldn't be kept waiting too much longer.
In a short while the two women walked into the master bedroom where Newcomb was stretched out on the bed.
Except for a pair of shoes with high thin heels, Karen was nude.
Marylou wore high heels, smoky nylons, and a frilly garter belt. Her small tits jiggled provocatively. Her cunthair was completely shaved off to show the pink slit of her cunt between two fat pussy lips. Her face was completely covered by a beaded mask with two openings for her eyes.
"Jesus Christ!" Newcomb groaned. "What's going on here?"
"My surprise, darling," Karen laughed. "You can start by licking her pussy!"
A few miles away, Don Graham was holding his wife's pretty shell-like ears as he pistoned his cock smoothly in and out of her widely stretched rosebud mouth.
Arlene gagged when his cockhead hit the back of her throat.
"Sorry, honey," Don said. "Just hold still and let me do the fucking. You could cover your teeth a little more. That's my baby!"
He used a slow rhythm. Arlene had only recently become used to mouth-fucking and she couldn't take the full treatment yet. Eventually he'd be able to fuck her mouth as though it were a cunt, but for the time being he had to be satisfied with what he could get.
"I ought to be getting a promotion soon," Don said. "Newcomb is sure in a good mood these days. I suppose it's that new wife of his. She's a real piece of ass!"
Arlene noisily pulled her mouth off Don's cock and looked up at his face.
"I don't like the way you said that."
"Huh?"
"She was once your secretary. You didn't fool with her, did you?"
"Hell, no! You know I wouldn't cheat on you, honey."
The memory of Karen's hot mouth wrapped around his cock brought a twitch to Don's cock. "Come on, baby, let's have that sweet mouth again!" he said to Arlene. "I really dig fucking your mouth! Play with my balls while I do it. Just keep jiggling them until I blast off."
"Oh, Don, do you really have to come in my mouth?"
"Jesus Christ, what's a blow job without coming? Just a lousy little suck, that's all!
Blow me, damn it!*'
Arlene obediently cupped her hand under his balls and jiggled them on her palm.
"Use your tongue," he said.
"What?"
"Use your tongue on my balls, Arlene."
"Oh, God!" she wailed. "I know this is perverted!"
Moving her mouth close to the loose-hanging sac holding his balls, she tilted her head back, lapped at his hairy nuts, and finally sucked one into her mouth.
"Yeah!" Don groaned.
She rolled the ball around with her tongue, sucking tenderly on its plum-like softness.
She's learning, Don thought. She would never be as good as Karen Newcomb, but it was better than nothing. Arthur Newcomb was a lucky old bastard to be able to have Karen suck his cock any time he wanted it. Yes, sir, Newcomb was lucky!
On Tinley Street, Charlie Farrell was getting ready to do something he'd been dreaming about for years. Wilma was unaware of what he had in mind. She was kneeling on the bed with her ass in the air waiting for Charlie to shove his cock inside her cunt.
"Luscious ass!" Charlie said admiringly.
Wilma giggled. Looking over her shoulder, she could see his huge cock poised over her ass. He was rubbing it with his hands, bringing himself to a full hard-on. She loved getting it doggie-style-it was the best fucking of all.
Now Charlie hunched forward over her back and parted her quivering asscheeks.
Wilma shifted to present her gaping hairy cunt to his hard cock. She groaned as she felt the spongy head of his cock push into the mouth of her cunthole. Then she gasped with frustration when his cock was suddenly withdrawn.
"Charlie!" she cried.
Once again his strong hands spread her asscheeks apart. She tried to hold them tensed together, but the pressure of his thumbs in the crack of her ass was too great. Her asscheeks were stretched apart until she could feel the cool air against her quivering asshole.
"Charlie, what are you doing? Don't you dare!"
Charlie grunted. Her resistance added to his satisfaction that at long last he had mustered the will to conquer her tight butt hole.
"I'm going to fuck your ass," he said calmly.
"Never!"
"You're taking it up the ass, Wilma. I've been sticking my tongue in there for years. It's time you had yourself reamed out with something a little bigger."
She moaned. There was an unmistakable finality in his voice that told her it was no use. She could feel the tip of his finger in her asshole. She clenched her ass muscles tight in a desperate effort to stop him. She could cry out or twist away if she really wanted to, she knew that. Her ass was not really virginal-he had sucked it and chewed it and probed it with his fingers. She knew there would be pain at the beginning but pleasure afterward. The idea of having his cock up her ass was strangely exciting and at the same time intolerable.
Now Wilma relaxed a bit. Was Charlie really determined? Then she felt a second finger push into her asshole beside the first. She'd had two fingers in there before, but this time the thickness seemed ominous. She imagined Charlie's cock was more like three fingers than two. There was no way for his cock to get in there without hurting her. She tried to pull herself up on the bed away from him.
"Stop it!" she cried. "You're hurting me!"
"Bullshit!" Charlie hissed through clenched teeth. "You just relax and it won't hurt."
"I don't want it!"
"Honey, this time I don't give a shit what you want. You're getting my cock up your ass whether you like it or not."
A moan of pain and humiliation came out of her throat at the realization that there was no way to stop him.
As suddenly as he had pushed his fingers into her asshole, he now pulled them out again. Then he plunged them in again and began a steady fucking motion with his fingers. He had one palm planted firmly on the small of her back to keep her body fixed in position. Turning and twisting, his fucking fingers drove into her asshole to expand it and prepare it for the coming assault.
Sweet little asshole! he thought. In his mind he could already feel the tightness of it grabbing and milking his cock.
The elastic ring of her asshole clung to his fingers as they popped out with a sucking noise. He forced her legs wider apart with his knees and lowered his face to lick wetly at the damp crack of her ass. Swirling his tongue over the brown ring, he covered the hole with a gob of saliva.
"Raise your fucking ass, Wilma!"
She raised her ass higher, pressing her tits against the pillows, moaning softly at what she knew was the open invitation of her exposed cunt and asshole.
His hands now grabbed her fleshy hips and held them steady. She felt the head of his thick cock at the rim of her asshole and she gritted her teeth as she made up her mind not to scream.
Moving his hands over the cheeks of her ass, Charlie pressed his thumbs on either side of her wrinkled brown shithole.
"Just relax, Wilma. Just take it nice and easy."
She could feel him pulling her asshole open with his thumbs and then probing the hole with the tip of his cock. The touch of his cock was good at first, but then it became a hard, unstoppable force.
"Oh, sweet Mary, mother of God!" she moaned. "Ooohhh!"
She bit on the pillow to muffle her cries. The tight resistant ring of her asshole gave way before the steady pressure and suddenly the head of his cock popped inside her hot shithole.
"Oooohhh, dear God!"
There was no escape. The intrusion of his thick cock in her butthole vibrated through every fiber of her being. The rigid shaft produced waves of agony as it pushed into her rubbery asshole. His cock filled her ass like a wooden stake. In a moment his coarse crotch hair met the softness of her quivering asscheeks.
Charlie felt some easing of her muscles as he began slowly pistoning his cock in and out. Her asshole felt marvelous. It wasn't that much different from a really tight cunt, but the psychological stimulation was overwhelming. He was violating Wilma's hot muscular asshole, the asshole she had always denied him. The sensation of victory was sweet!
"You've got a lovely ass, Wilma," he said. "Really wonderful!"
Her only reponse was a moan. She felt less pain now and the beginning of a warm pleasurable sensation. The feeling of being stuffed and stretched was there, but it was good. Her ass instinctively moved backward to meet each thrust of his cock. Her body tingled with excitement, her hips gyrating in circles, her asshole tightly clasping his invading prick. The hot flashes radiating out of her cunt brought home the fact that she was totally conquered.
Now he rammed into her fast and hard, his swollen balls smacking against her trembling upturned ass. Each mighty thrust of his rampant cock brought a cry of pleasure from her throat.
He rammed again and again, stretching her asshole, gasping as he bent over her back, finally quaking and grunting as he began shooting his hot jism deep inside her shithole.
"Oh, God, help me!*' Wilma groaned.
When at last Charlie reluctantly withdrew his deflated cock, his thick milky cum oozed out of her asshole to stream down the crack of her ass to her cunt.
As he looked down at his wife's fucked-out inflamed asshole, Charlie thought about Newcomb and Karen. How lucky Newcomb was to have Karen's ass any time he wanted it!
Lucky? At that very moment Arthur Newcomb was uncertain whether he was in hell or heaven. He was kneeling on the bed with his shoulders down and his ass in the air. His face was buried in Karen's steaming juice-drenched pussy. Behind him a woman wearing a mask, a woman who seemed familiar but still unknown, had a rubber cock strapped to her thighs, pistoning in and out of his tortured asshole.
Karen's cunt had a lovely pungent smell. He wouldn't mind crawling in there and forgetting the world. He'd crawl right up her drooling cunt and curl up in a good sleep.
"Keep sucking, Arthur," Karen said. "If you don't keep sucking me, our friend will stop fucking you. You don't want her to stop, do you?"
His reply was a great heave and a desperate gasp. His face buried itself more insistently in Karen's dripping cunt.
Marylou giggled and continued pumping the rubber cock in and out of his elastic asshole. She didn't care any more whether Newcomb recognized her. She was having too much fun. She was having the time of her life.
Karen stared down at Arthur's head and suddenly grew pale.
"Something is wrong," she said.
Marylou giggled again. "Maybe he's fainted. I'm sure fucking him to beat the band!"
"No, something is wrong!" Karen hissed. "Arthur? Are you all right? Answer me, Arthur! Arthur! My God, I think he's dead!"
Karen groaned. Marylou was too dumbfounded to make a sound. Like the idiot she was, she continued fucking Newcomb's asshole until Karen lashed her foot out and kicked her away. Karen patted Newcomb's lifeless head and looked at Marylou with vacant eyes.
"I guess I've just inherited an insurance company," Karen said. Then her eyes focused on Marylou and she smiled. 'Til be the new president of Fidelity Insurance. If you'd like a new job, you can be my secretary."
Marylou whimpered and nodded. "Is he really dead?"
Karen started laughing. "Dead! He's as dead as a doornail! He died getting fucked up the ass and you and I are the only ones who will ever know about it. You can keep a secret, can't you, Marylou?"
"I guess so," Marylou said weakly.
"Good," Karen nodded. "Now get rid of that shitty-looking cock and get down here and suck my cunt like a good little secretary."
