Sherry heard the car pull into the, garage. Anxiously, she glanced over at the bedside clock -it was nearly midnight.
"Damn him!" she gasped. But even as she cursed, she could feel her nipples hardening, her pussy churning with excitement.
Rick had promised he'd be home early that night. And to celebrate, she had planned a romantic supper with wine and candlelight, followed by a wild, no-holds-barred fuck. But as each dreary hour of the evening had passed, the food had grown colder and colder, and she had grown hotter and hotter.
Now, she was seething with desire. She ran her hand up her hot wet cunt-crack and shuddered with excitement and pleasure.
"I'm gonna make him fuck me till he drops!" she groaned. She lifted her finger to her lips, moaning as the tangy aroma of cuntjuice filled her nostrils. Then she slid her tongue out between her thick, sensual lips and lapped up the sweet cuntcream.
Rick was coming up the walk now, sliding his key into the lock.
"Oh baby!" Sherry moaned, fluttering her eyelashes as she clasped her right tit, squeezing it hard. Her nipples were stiff and pointed, the sensitive nerve endings in them crackling with excitement. Playfully, she tweaked her right nipple and a sharp stab of pleasure shot through her tit.
"Oh, Christ!" she gasped, pressing her thighs together.
Rick opened the bedroom door and stepped quietly into the room.
"It's okay, honey, I'm awake," Sherry said, sitting up in bed, letting her big, heavy tits roll forward over the top of the blanket.
"Oh, hi, hon," Rick said, glancing only momentarily at the sexy display.
Sherry tried not to feel hurt. A few years before, when they were first married, a glimpse of her luscious tits gave Rick an instant hard-on.
"Rough day?" she asked, flicking several strands of her silver-blonde hair off of her forehead.
"Yeah-it was pretty rough. And Pm dog-tired," he said. He stepped into the bathroom, turned on the light and stripped. Then he quickly washed his face and brushed his teeth.
While these familiar activities were going on, Sherry was growing more and more impatient, more and more horny. Her heart was racing. Her clit was swelling, pushing out of its protective sheath.
At last Rick turned off the bathroom light and walked over to the bed. He drew back the covers, revealing his beautiful nude wife. Her legs were splayed, her silvery cunthair glinted in the moonlight.
He slid next to her and leaned over, kissing her lightly on the lips, then turned over.
Sherry was outraged. She shimmied closer to him, put her hand on his muscular asscheek, and kissed him on the back of the neck. He stirred slightly, but otherwise did not respond.
But Sherry was not ready to give up. She ran her hand down lower, slipping it between his thighs so she could clasp his ball sac from behind. At the same time, she began to lick and nibble at Rick's neck.
Rick groaned slightly, but his balls remained small and loose in their sac. He was not turned on.
"I'm sorry, hon-I'm just not in the mood. I'm real tired," he said. "Maybe tomorrow morning."
Sherry wanted to scream. He'd been depriving her for weeks now, and she needed to get fucked.
She let go of his ball sac, but she pressed her tits into his back, letting her hard nipples stab into the flesh. And she kept licking his neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive area around the collarbone.
She could feel his breathing speed up, hear how raspy and ragged it was getting. Nothing would stop her now. Raising her thigh, she laid it on top of his, forcing the wet, slick meat of her pussy against the back of his asscheek. "Sherry, honey-" Rick started to protest, but Sherry once again slid her hand between his thighs, this time bypassing his ball sac and laying hold of his prick. Her heart leaped when she discovered that his cock was getting hard and swollen.
Gently, she began to run her fist up the stalk of his cock, delighting in the way it lurched and shuddered as she made her way up to the head.
"Ungh, Sherry!" Rick groaned.
Sherry let her hand linger around her husband's cockhead, then brought it slowly back down to the root. To her delight, his prick was ramrod stiff, its nine inches pulsing with desire.
"Oh, baby, I love you!" Sherry gasped, sliding her leg back off his thigh. She waited for him to answer her, but he said nothing. Sherry felt a twinge of fear at his silence, but she kept murmuring sweet things to him.
She let go of his prick reluctantly as she straightened up, getting to her knees. Then gently, she turned Rick over onto his back.
His prick was so hard that the cockhead thumped against his belly. Sherry leaned over him, letting her tits hang forward. She knew Rick liked to look up at the sweeping swell of her melon-sized tits. And it turned her on that he got off by looking at them.
The magic was working at last. His prick hammered even harder against his belly. And he was groaning and rubbing his ass into the sheets.
"Suck me, Sherry! Suck me!" he groaned.
Sherry shuddered with pleasure. She loved to feel the heavy rubbery weight of Rick's prick in her mouth. Once again, she grasped her husband's prick at the root. It was so thick she could barely get her hand around it. Now she lowered her head over the wide, mushroom-shaped head and darted her little pink tongue at it. As soon as the tip of her tongue sliced through Rick's enlarged piss-slit, he groaned with pleasure, humping up at her.
"Oh yeah, Sherry!" he gasped, clenching the sheet between his fingers.
Sherry swiped at Rick's piss-slit again, loving the way this teased and goaded him on. But enough was enough-it was time to get down to some serious cock-sucking. As she lowered her head still more, ovaling her lips above Rick's succulent prick, she smelled the sweet odor of scented soap.
She breathed in again. Sure enough-it was the smell of rose-scented soap, not the delightful yeasty smell of Rick's groin after a day's work. Rick had taken a shower before he had come home.
Sherry paused for a moment, unsure of what it meant. But she didn't have long to wonder about it, because just then, Rick humped up impatiently at her, pressing his cock-knob against her lips.
The force of his fuck-thrust startled Sherry. She swallowed, then slowly, slowly, she went down on her husband's thick, turgid prick.
"Aw, Christ, that's good!" Rick gasped as Sherry took inch after inch of his pulsing cock-meat into her mouth. Her warm saliva bathed the rubbery flesh, and her tongue moved around and around, probing along the sensitive flesh.
After two years of married life, Sherry knew exactly the way Rick liked to have his cock sucked. She went down, down, down, controlling her throat muscles as Rick's prickhead shoved past her tonsils and butted against the back of her throat.
Now she contracted those muscles, undulating them, so they massaged his sensitive cockflesh. She kept it up for several moments, then began to ease up. Gently massaging his tight ball sac with her left hand, she slid her lips back up his cockshaft until only his thick, pulsing cockhead remained in her mouth.
"Oh, Sherry!" Rick groaned. He reached up and grabbed her left tit, sinking his fingers into the soft, supple flesh.
Sherry's eyes rolled up in their sockets as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her tit-flesh and shot down to her throbbing clit. It was all she could do to keep her mind on cock-sucking when her husband mauled her tits.
But she managed to control herself, and with practiced strokes, moved her mouth up and down Rick's prick, letting the cockhead push down into her throat then slide back up into her mouth.
His prickshaft swelled up bigger and bigger, and suddenly, a slick ribbon of pre-cum slid from his piss-slit. Sherry knew he was about to come, and she wanted to feel his big cock rammed up into her cunt.
Though he grunted in protest, Sherry gently let Rick's prick slide from her mouth. Now she shifted positions so she was crouching over him, her pussy positioned over his groin.
Once again, she grasped her husband's cock around the root, bending it straight up so it looked like a tower protruding from his loins.
Then she lowered herself until the cockhead pressed against her cuntlips. She groaned at the first delightful sensation.
Sherry reached down and pried apart her cuntlips, exposing the inner meat of her pussy. Then she hunched down farther, shaking all over as Rick's bulbous cockhead shoved in past her labes, the thick stalk shafting deeper and deeper into her cunt.
"Oh my God!" she whimpered. She was seated atop Rick's groin, his prick fucked to the hilt in her pussy. Tears began to stream down her cheeks. She was overwhelmed by the long overdue pleasure.
For several moments she just sat there, enjoying the way her husband's fat prick pushed up against the sensitive walls of her pussy.
But Rick began to grow impatient, and bucked up at her.
"Awww!" Sherry gasped as his prickhead slammed up against the end of her cunt tunnel. Quick stabs of pleasure shot through her cunt, concentrating in her clit.
She lunged forward, unsheathing several inches of Rick's prick, her heavy tits dangling in his face. Arching his neck, he captured a nipple in his mouth and sucked on it violently.
"Aaaiiie!" Sherry cried, shuddering from the fierce pleasure it brought her.
As the stabbing ecstasy began to subside, she started to rotate her ass so that Rick's prick moved around and around inside her warm pussy. Every inch of her cunt was being rubbed by his cock-every nerve ending was sizzling with sensation.
"It's so good! So damn good!" Sherry cried. Now and then, as Rick sucked on her nipple,-he let his teeth sink into the rich, burgundy-colored flesh. Sherry would yelp with pleasure, the scorching sensation of pain and pleasure cutting through her entire body like a hot sword.
At last, when she thought she'd collapse from the excitement, she began to move backward onto Rick's cockshaft. Rick obligingly let go of her nipple, and her tit, which had been stretched taut, bounced back against her chest.
Slowly, methodically, Sherry took inch after inch of cockmeat back into the shelter of her sweet, tight cunt. There was nothing in the world that could compare to being sliced open and fucked by a big, hard cock. All she needed was a little icing on the cake-some stimulation to her bloated clit.
Sherry reached down and spread her cuntlips even farther apart. Her purplish clit, swollen to three times its ordinary size, shuddered when her finger brushed against it.
Bending forward slightly, she managed to place herself so her clit was pressing right up against Rick's hairy groin. She shuddered from head to foot as a wave of unbearable pleasure washed over her.
When she lunged forward, the top side of her clit scraped across Rick's groin and belly. Though it was pleasure that made her cry out, her voice sounded as if it were filled with pain.
"That's it, baby! I want you to come! Come, baby!" Rick gasped, bouncing up at her, trying to force her back down on his throbbing prick.
She pulled back, slamming her asscheeks roughly against his thighs, savagely mauling the underside of her clit.
Then, without warning, Rick took over. He reached up with both hands and grabbed her roughly around the waist. With a mighty heave, he pulled her forward.
Sherry felt as if she were as light as a feather in his hands. He had complete control over her -and she liked that. Brutally, he forced her back on his cock, only to pull her forward and off of it again. Each violent fuck-thrust jarred her body, bringing her closer to a massive orgasm.
For moments at a time, Sherry stopped breathing. Her body was so tense with the need for relief, that she could not even draw in a breath. Her clit was vibrating like a tuning fork, her thighs shuddering uncontrollably.
And then it happened. Like a bolt of lightning, her orgasm struck her, searing her clit and cunt and then spreading outward until it encompassed her entire body. Sherry's cunt muscles contracted violently, squeezing Rick's prick like a vise.
"Shit, I'm coming!" Rick bellowed, and as he fucked in deep, thick cum shot from his prickhead and sprayed Sherry's pussy.
"Oh yes! Yes!" Sherry cried, flailing her head so her lustrous hair bounced on her shoulders.
She lay forward on top of Rick, letting her tits squeeze tightly against his muscular chest.
"Rick, honey-it was so good! You don't know how good it was for me!"
Rick patted her gently on her heart-shaped ass.
"It was good for me too, honey," he said. Then he gently rolled her off of him and kissed her lightly on the neck. It was the same unromantic kiss he'd been giving her for the past couple of months. "I'm going to sleep now." He turned away from her, and almost immediately began to snore. Sherry didn't know whether she should feel hurt or not. But the warm, wonderful glow between her legs comforted her. And at last she, too, fell asleep- with a smile on her face.
Chapter Two
Sherry woke up slowly, blinking at the light filtering through the bedroom window. Then she sighed, turned over, and burrowed into the mattress. A luxurious feeling of sexual satisfaction filled her, and she did not want to let go of it.
Crumpling the blanket to her tits, she tried to fall back asleep, but the chatter of the neighbors' children and the drone of a far-off lawn mower kept her awake.
"Oh well," Sherry said at last, throwing back the covers. Sitting up, she stretched sensually, the motion drawing her enormous tits up high and tight on her chest. The areolas were huge and coral-colored, the nipples small and pale in contrast.
Then she relaxed, letting her arms drop by her sides, and her tits bounced back into place, full, firm, and beautiful. Absently, Sherry ran her fingers through her cunthair. The curly, silvery bush was matted with dried cum and pussy-cream from the night before. She smiled when she felt the thick, dried flakes of cum. It reminded her of how good it had felt the night before when Rick had fucked his fat prick deep into her pussy.
Sighing, she ran her other hand down over her tits and belly. She could feel the fine layer of sweat that covered them-could smell the tangy aroma of sex they gave off.
For a moment, Sherry was tempted to just lie back on her bed, spread her fine long legs and play with herself. But she knew it was getting late, and besides, she wanted to save up all her horniness for when Rick got home.
So she got up, grabbed a towel, and padded into the bathroom. She turned on the shower, and when she climbed under the hot spray, she began to lather soap onto her tits and down her smooth belly and thighs. As the edge of her hand nudged her cunt, a sharp stab of need shot through her. Pressing her thighs together, she tried to make the sensation go away. But it just got stronger.
She stopped her lathering motions and stood very still under the running water, summoning all of her will power to get her mind off fucking. But her cht was coming to life, pulsing feverishly as blood pumped into it. Hot cunt-juice dribbled down her thighs.
"Oh, what the hell!" she gasped.
She slipped her hand down to her wet cunt-muff, prying apart the thick pink labes. Instantly, her clit popped into view, swollen and pulsing with excitement. Bracing herself, she pressed her finger against the hard nub of flesh.
"Ungh!" Sherry groaned, her thighs contracting hard. She pressed again, and she nearly collapsed with the intensity of the pleasure it brought her. "Christ!"
There was no holding her back. Cruelly, she mashed her clit against her groin, rubbing it in a rhythmic, circular motion.
"Unh, unh, unh!" Her hips swiveled from side to side. Her ass jerked and twitched as sharp sensations of pleasure stabbed through her guts.
But it wasn't enough-she needed to feel pressure deep in her pussy. So, steadying herself, she hunched down, cracking open her tight little cunthole, and jabbed two fingers deep inside.
"Aw, yeah!" she cried, flexing her pussy muscles so they tightened around her embedded fingers.
Feverishly, she began pumping in and out, in and out of her cunt, churning the hot thick pussycream deep inside to a bubbly froth.
At the same time, she pushed and tweaked and rubbed her clit, digging her fingernail into it so deep that she thought it would burst from the pressure.
Her breath came in great ragged gulps, and her tits jiggled wildly with each desperate movement. She was growing delirious with the need for release, coming closer and closer to a shattering climax.
And then she froze in mid-motion, her fingers plunged deep inside her pussy, her asscheeks clenched tightly together. For a moment, the only sound was the relentless beating of the shower. Then, her face screwed up into a grimace of pain, and she let out a wail that echoed off the bathroom tile.
The orgasm burned her to the core-a flash fire that spread through her body in an instant but was gone just as quickly.
She leaned forward, grabbing the chrome bar on the shower door, trying to catch her breath.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" she muttered as the wild spasming in her cunt and ass began to slow down.
At last, she felt her strength returning. Giddily, she turned off the water and stepped from the shower stall. Though her knees were weak, she grabbed for the towel and began vigorously rubbing herself dry. It was then that the idea struck her.
Why not drop in on Rick at the office? She'd surprise him-pry him away from his desk and take him out to lunch like she used to do when they were first married.
She smiled fondly, thinking back to those days. Sometimes, instead of eating, they'd check into a hotel and fuck their brains out for an hour or two. And they were so hot that when Rick came home later that night, they'd fuck again.
Sherry shivered with anticipation. That was exactly what she'd do! She'd drop in on him at the office, and they'd go have some nice afternoon delight.
She dressed quickly, slipping on a silky peach-colored dress that accentuated her big tits and small waist. Then she put on some sandals with very high heels. Rick said that when she wore high heels, it made her legs look extra long and curvy and it gave her walk a sexy jiggle.
The cab pulled up in front of the First National Building, and Sherry got out. She fished in her purse, pulled out a couple of bills, and leaned down to hand the cabbie his fare. He was staring down the front of her dress as hard as he could, trying to catch a glimpse of her big tits, and Sherry could see that he had a big cock-bulge in his pants. Quickly, she turned away-just in time to see Rick and a tall, smashing brunette come walking out of the entrance of the office building.
Sherry darted behind the newsstand so that Rick's view of her was blocked, but she could see him perfectly. He was looking terribly handsome in his gray suit and satin tie, and the way he smiled at the brunette gave Sherry a sick feel- ing in the pit of her stomach.
Rick called to the cabbie, then stepped forward and opened the door of the cab for the brunette. The well-tailored suit she was wearing accentuated her full tits and long, curvy legs. And her face was perfect-high cheekbones and full sensual lips. As she got into the cab, Rick patted her ass affectionately, then he slipped in beside her.
When the cab pulled away from the curb, Sherry saw Rick take the brunette in his arms and kiss her passionately.
Suddenly Sherry's knees grew weak, and she nearly tumbled to the pavement.
"Hey, lady-you okay?" the old man behind the newsstand asked. He was eyeing her up and down, licking his lips.
Sherry didn't even hear him. Staggering forward, she lurched unsteadily down the street. Her vision was blurred, blood was pounding in her ears, and she didn't know where she was going. All she wanted to do was lose herself in the crowd.
When she reached the corner, the light turned green, and the crowd surged forward, sweeping her along with it. She was deposited roughly on the opposite curb, and the only thing that caught her eye was a big blue-and-red sign that announced The Country Pub.
The thought of a cool dark place to hide in suddenly appealed to her, and she moved forward, pushing open the heavy door to the bar.
Just as she had hoped, it was cool and dark inside. Dizzy and confused, she walked past the tables and booths toward the bar. All heads turned, but she was completely unaware of the effect she was having on the men in the place.
She sat down on the barstool and ordered a double Scotch. And as she pushed a ten-dollar bill toward the bartender, a large, well-manicured hand came down on top of hers.
"No-let me buy this round."
Sherry glanced up and saw a tall man of about forty, with neatly trimmed graying hair, and handsome, regular features.
"Suit yourself," she said, pulling her hand out from under his and turning away.
When the bartender brought the drinks, Sherry began sipping silently at hers. She paid no attention to the man next to her.
After several moments, he leaned near her.
"You seem troubled," he said at last. "It hurts me to see such a beautiful woman feeling bad."
Sherry turned to the man. She was about to tell him off, but then she saw that he had a kind look on his face, and she suddenly felt the need to talk.
"It's over-my life is over," she said, the tears welling up in her eyes. "My husband's cheating on me."
The man patted her hand and shook his head.
"Your life's not over." His palm was cool and smooth. "You know what I think? I think you should finish your drink and come with me. We can go someplace quiet, and you can tell me all about it."
He slid his hand down onto Sherry's thigh.
She tossed off the drink and smiled at him, blinking back her tears. Then she stood up and grabbed her purse. "Let's go!"
He smiled broadly. "You won't regret it."
They stepped out into the bright sunlight and the man got them a cab. Once they were inside, he wasted no time in getting intimate with Sherry. He brushed back her soft, wavy hair and began nuzzling her neck, licking and nipping at it.
Sherry sighed with pleasure. She was letting go-giving her senses free reign and forgetting about everything else.
"Mmmmm, I like that!" she moaned, snuggling up close to the man.
He was sucking gently on her moist skin now, and it made her nipples hard. Blood raced to her clit, and her cunt began churning out thick, rich pussycream.
"Yes, oh yes!" she groaned as he began to kiss her more forcefully. The strong after-shave he was wearing made her feel giddy, and she fought for breath, her tits straining at her tight dress.
Finally the man clamped his mouth over hers and thrust his tongue deep inside. A rush of excitement shot through Sherry's body, and she responded passionately, lashing her tongue against his, slipping it into his warm wet mouth. They French-kissed for several minutes, ninning their hands over each other's thighs.
But that still wasn't enough stimulation for Sherry. She wanted to feel him touch her tit, to sink his fingers deep into her abundant flesh. So she reached down and grabbed his hand, placing it right over her hard, taut nipple.
At the same moment, she slid her hand onto his crotch. She could feel the hard lump of prickmeat throbbing there, grown so large it was doubled over in his fly. Her cunt spasmed with excitement as she imagined what his prick would feel like fucked up her pussy.
The man was moaning softly as she rubbed her hand over his prick-bulge. He was so turned on that he fumbled as he tried to unbutton her dress. But at last he succeeded, and as the material gaped open, revealing the swells of her tits, he slid his hand down her cleavage, pressing his fingers into her creamy tit-flesh.
"Ooooh!" Sherry groaned. He was kneading her tits in his strong, warm hands, sending thrills of delight down her spine and deep into her cunt.
She squirmed in the seat, breaking their kiss as she rolled her head from side to side.
"God-that's good!" she groaned, thrusting her tits at him as hard as she could, wanting to feel his fingernails scratch across her hard nipples.
He gave her a knowing smile and grasped her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting them brutally.
"Unngh!" Sherry whimpered. A shock of pleasure seared her nipples, sending ripples of pleasure through her tits. She was on fire- aroused to a wild pitch.
She needed to feel the thick hard slab of his prick in her hands, so she moved her fingers through the fly of his pants and grabbed onto the zipper, pulling it down in one violent stroke.
"Oh, baby!" the man gasped when she slid her hand inside his fly and grabbed his prick.
She trembled with excitement when she felt the surface of his hot, hard cock. It was so enormous that it was doubled over in the confines of his pants. It pulsed with energy, and she knew it was a powerful prick.
As gently as she could, she lifted his prick out of his pants, and when it straightened out, she could see that it was at least ten inches long and incredibly thick. It was like a club, and the cock-head was massive-so wide it reminded her of a ripe plum.
She slid her fingers as far around the base of the man's prick as they would go, but the shaft was far too big for her to get a good grip on it. So she contented herself with sliding her palm up and down the underside of his cock, squeezing at the sides now and then.
"Jesus!" the man gasped, his eyes rolling in their sockets. He took his hand from Sherry's tit and slid it up under the hem of her dress.
"Oh!" Sherry gasped. She squeezed hard on the man's cock when she felt his fingers press- ing up against the. crotch of her panties. He was just about to slip them under the elastic of the leg when the taxi came to an abrupt halt.
Sherry let the man's prick go, looking about her wildly. She saw immediately that they were stopped in front of a large, fashionable apartment building. Luckily, no one seemed to be looking in at them. But in the rearview mirror, she could see the cabbie's eyes. They were bulging wildly, shifting from her tits to her companion's erect cock.
"We-we're here, sir!" the cabbie managed to blurt our.
"What?" The man sat up straight and shoved his prick back inside his pants. He turned to Sherry. "Put yourself together, dear!"
Dazed and blushing wildly, Sherry hooked up her bra and stuffed her tits back inside.
Chapter Three
It was all happening so fast. The man was hustling her through the lobby of the apartment building and into the elevator. As the doors closed, he pushed the button for the ninth floor and turned to her, grabbing her hand.
"You're one hot, beautiful lady!" he moaned, giving her hand a squeeze.
Sherry melted at his words, her pussy spasming violently when he squeezed her hand.
"When we get upstairs," he said, "I'm going to take off all your clothes, and then I'm going to lick every inch of that gorgeous body of yours!"
He raked her up and down with his eyes.
"And then we're going to fuck our brains out!"
Sherry groaned with excitement. His words were making her tremble with need, but the only thing she could think to do was raise his hand to her lips and kiss it, letting her tongue linger on his index finger as if it were his cock.
At last they reached the ninth floor. They were both at a fever pitch of arousal, and when the elevator door opened, the man darted down the hall, pulling Sherry after him. In an instant, he had the key out and was unlocking the door.
Sweeping Sherry into his arms, the man carried her inside, kicking the door shut behind them. She caught only a glimpse of the plush, champagne-colored carpet and the fancy upholstered couch as he whisked her into the bedroom and lay her down on the large oval-shaped bed.
The man was breathing hard, gazing down at her with lust-filled eyes as he reached for his tie, unloosened it, and then flung it aside. Quickly, he stripped out of his jacket and shirt, revealing a well-muscled torso, sprinkled with gray and black hair.
Sherry squirmed on the bed. She was ready to skip all the preliminaries-all she wanted was to feel the man's long, thick prick thrust hard up her cunt.
He reached for his belt, unbuckled it and then unzipped his fly. As his pants dropped to the floor, Sherry could see his huge purple cockhead sticking out above the elastic waistband of his shorts.
"Christ!" she groaned, pressing her legs together.
He smiled at her as he hooked his fingers under the waistband and pulled the shorts down over his cock and balls, letting them slide down around his feet.
Sherry sucked in her breath. His prick was truly awe-inspiring. Hard as steel, it was so erect that the head hammered against his belly.
He grabbed his cock at the base and eased it down an inch so the prickhead was pointing right at Sherry.
Eagerly, she crawled to the edge of the bed and reached for his prickshaft, holding it steady as she slipped her hot, moist lips around the rubbery cock-knob.
"Ungh!" The man staggered back a step.
At first, Sherry had trouble adjusting her mouth to the size of his prickhead, but once she felt it inside her mouth, its weight resting on her tongue, she loved it.
She ran her tongue around and around the cock-knob, stabbing now and then into the enlarged piss-slit at the top. The man groaned and shuddered, rocking forward on the balls of his feet.
Sherry ran her tongue down and around the underside of his prickshaft, stroking back and forth across the sensitive spot just below the cockhead.
"Jesus!" the man croaked as his balls shifted in their sac. "That's enough, baby! Stop or I'll come!"
He reached down and grabbed two hanks of her hair, holding them tight so she couldn't move her mouth up and down on his prick.
Reluctantly, Sherry let his prick slip from her mouth. It snapped back up against his belly, the cockhead and the top of the shaft glistening with her saliva.
"Lay back on the bed, baby," the man said, a tremor in his voice. Sherry's stomach contracted with excitement. Hot cuntcream oozed into her panties.
She did what the man said, and as she looked up at him, standing over her with his fine body and great, pulsing slab of prickmeat, every nerve in her tensed, making ready for him.
He crawled onto the bed and leaned over her, and she could see that he was shaking with excitement, could feel his lust like a fiery blast. But he was controlling himself, slowly unbuttoning her buttons one by one.
Then, when he pulled open her dress, his prick lurched, and Sherry saw a bright clear drop of pre-cum seep from the piss-slit.
"Oh yeah," he murmured, easing her out of the dress. He unhooked her bra, and Sherry raised herself off the bed slightly so he could pull the straps down and off her arms. He tossed the bra onto the floor and then he made as if to grab her tits.
But he stopped in mid-motion, letting his hands hover over the great swells of tit-meat. Sherry could see that his fingers were trembling -that he was itching to feel her tits, but he didn't budge. He just gazed down hotly at them.
Then he began to squeeze her flesh, his fingers sinking into the rich meat.
"Oh, oh, yessss!" Sherry hissed, loving the way his nails scraped across her sensitive skin.
She was whipped up into a frenzy, gyrating her hips and squirming her asscheeks into the mattress. As each moment passed, her need to be fucked grew more and more intense, until the foreplay turned from sheer pleasure to torture.
What she needed was cock, and nothing else would do. Her cunt contracted wildly- impatiently. She stared hungrily at his big, pulsing prick and licked her lips.
But he was taking his time, playing her for all she was worth.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Sherry groaned, humping her pussy up at him.
He laughed, taking his hands from her reddened tits. Then, grabbing onto the waistband of her bikini panties, he pulled hard on the waistband. They ripped apart at the sides, and he flicked the portion in his hand off the bed.
His eyes gleamed when Sherry's cuntmuff came into view.
"Shit!" he groaned, lowering his face to the rich looking thatch.
Giddy with excitement, Sherry spread her thighs farther apart, shuddering when she felt the man's hot breath across her wet cunthole.
Her cuntlips were red and swollen, her purplish clit rich with blood.
"Mmmmm!" the man moaned as he licked his lips, then ran his tongue up her cuntslot.
Sherry whimpered with pleasure, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. She wanted him to slather his incredible tongue over every inch of her pussy, so she bent her legs and spread her thighs even wider. Her fuckhole opened up, a red gash of steamy desire.
Delicately, the man ran his tongue from her clit to her puckered asshole and back again. And each time his tongue nicked her nub of swollen clit-meat, Sherry cried out, her cunt spasming violently. Pussycream oozed from her fuckhole, hot and pungent, and the man slurped it up as if it were honey.
With each swipe of his tongue across her sensitive cuntflesh, Sherry shuddered, pressing her thighs hard against the sides of his face. And as she got more and more turned on, she clamped her thighs harder and harder against him. At last, the man butted his shoulders up against her asscheeks and wrapped his arms around her legs, holding her in place.
Satisfied that she was really hot, the man left her clit alone and concentrated all of his atten- tion on her pussy. He circled his tongue around and around the sticky rim, teasing her, letting his tongue linger just outside her steamy fuck-hole. Then he would pull his tongue back, nibble gently at one of her cuntlips, and begin to tongue the outer rim of her pussy again.
Sherry cried out with excitement and need, her empty cunt contracting hard, as if to pull his tongue inside. And just when she thought she couldn't stand it any longer, when she thought she would die if she didn't feel that hot raspy tongue of his jabbed deep in her cunt, he fucked it in hard and fast.
"Aaaaie!" She tossed her mane of silver-blonde hair as the nerves in her pussy crackled with sensation.
A practiced cunt-sucker, the man swirled his tongue in a circular motion, rubbing it along the sleek walls of her cunt, now and then jabbing hard into the soft tissue there.
"Ungh, ungh, ungh!" Sherry kicked her feet, but the weight of his body kept them pinned to the bed. She was straining against him, clutching at handfuls of the bedspread as he brought her to the brink of orgasm.
Now he began pumping his tongue in and out of her pussy in quick, nasty little fuck-jabs.
Sherry flailed from side to side, tears flowing down her cheeks.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed.
The man halted his tongue-fucking as her cry echoed through the room. Pulling his mouth from her cunt, he positioned himself over her, kneeling between her thighs, his arms braced against the bed.
At last! At last! Sherry thought, wiggling her ass, humping her cunt up at him.
He reached under his belly, grabbing the stalk of his prick and aiming the cockhead at her cunthole. When Sherry felt his wide rubbery knob nudge her pussy, she squealed with pleasure, her thigh muscles tensing for the assault.
He groaned as he fucked forward, his face a mask of lust.
Sherry's eyes bulged. Nevere had her cunt been so brutally stretched before. Intense pleasure turned to pain and then back to pleasure again.
"God, you're tight!" the man groaned, slipping his hands under her asscheeks and tilting her cunt up toward him. "Such a sweet, tight little cunt!"
He took a deep breath and shoved in farther, and Sherry nearly blacked out, so sharp were the sensations that pierced her gut. Fighting for breath, she whimpered and sighed, little yelps of protest escaping her lips.
But the man was beyond stopping. His forehead puckered into a frown of effort as he tensed for another assault. Grunting with effort, he fucked in again. This time, his prick slammed all the way inside, his balls bouncing up hard against her asscheeks.
"Aaaugh!" Sherry cried as she clutched at the bedspread.
His groin was pressed hard against hers, mashing her clit cruelly. And it was the almost unbearable pleasure of this rough treatment that set off an explosion of ecstasy deep within her.
It erupted far down in her cunt and spread to her ass, burning a pathway to her tits and belly. She was a seething, undulating mass of pure release, and she thought she would die of so much pleasure.
When she opened her eyes, she saw that the man was looking down at her in awe. Their eyes met, and he said: "You love it, baby, don't you? I mean you really love it! Well, I'm going to have you screaming and begging all afternoon!"
He had a crazed look on his face that scared and excited Sherry.
Tensing his arm muscles, the man put all of his weight on them as he pulled back, easing his prick from Sherry's still-spasming pussy.
His cock looked more powerful than ever, glistening obscenely with its coating of cunt-juice. He grabbed it at the root and began sliding his fist up and down the slick stalk, grunting as his fingers moved over the cockhead and back down again. His gaze was fixed on Sherry, shifting from her hot wet cunt to her billowy tits.
Sherry thought he was going to come, and she was prepared to feel his hot sticky jizz rain down on her.
"Turn over-on your belly," the man said.
Sherry was terrified. What if he meant to fuck her up the ass? She was certain she couldn't take all his cockmeat up her little asshole. She hesitated, fear sending cold shivers down her spine.
As if the man could read her mind, he reached out and ran his hand down her thigh. It was a gentle, soothing gesture. "I'm not going to hurt you, baby. I just want to feel those big beautiful asscheeks rubbing up against me when I fuck your cunt."
His words had an immediate effect. Her cunt began churning with renewed desire, her heart pumping wildly. She turned over slowly, pressing her big tits into the velvety texture of the bedspread. She liked the feel of the plush material against her skin-especially the way it caressed her clit.
She knew that the man was gazing at the graceful curve of her back and her peach-shaped ass. And she sighed with pleasure when she felt his warm hands prying apart her asscheeks, exposing her asshole and her cunt. Then she felt his blunt cockhead pressed against her pussy-hole, and she shuddered with excitement.
The man pressed forward and this time his prick slid into Sherry's cunt with much more ease. It was still a tight fit, and Sherry winced when the thick cockhead finally popped in past her cunt-rim. But then she began wriggling with excitement as his heavy cockshaft pressed against her narrow cunt-tunnel.
"Oh Jesus!" she groaned, her eyes rolling up in their sockets.
"Baby!" the man gasped as he fucked his prick in to the hilt.
Her ass was pressed up hard against his groin, and he rested his hairy chest on her back. She could feel his weight on her, feel his hot breath along the back of her neck, and she was nearly delirious with pleasure.
Now the man raised himself on his elbows, giving himself just enough leverage to move his groin in a circular motion so his prick reamed out Sherry's cunt, rubbing against every inch of the delicate flesh.
"Aaaah, aaaah, aaaah!" she cried, pounding her fists against the mattress.
He kept it up for a few minutes, until Sherry was whimpering and yelping with excitement, tears welling from her eyes. Then he eased back, pulling inch after inch from the tight slick depths of her pussy.
When all that was left in her cunt was his bulbous knob, she bucked up at him wildly, needing to feel his prick fuck back up inside.
"Oh yeah, baby," he gasped, slapping her ass.
The sharp sting of the slap egged her on, and she rotated her hips and shoved back, capturing an inch of his cock.
He had teased her enough. He fucked in deep, hesitated for a moment, and pulled out, only to fuck back in again.
"Ungh, ungh, yesssss!" Sherry moaned. It was what she liked. Being fucked hard and fast.
Each stroke plunged the man's prick so deep into her cunt that his cock-knob bounded back from the very end of her fuckhole. Wild, shattering vibrations ran up and down the length of her pussy, pooling in her overworked clit.
"Oh, yes, yes! Fuck me!" Sherry wailed. His rough jabs pushed her into the mattress, pressed her hard nipples and clit into the bedspread.
For half an hour he fucked her, once or twice flipping her onto her side and sticking it to her in that new position. But he always turned her back onto her belly-the position where he could penetrate her pussy the deepest.
It was the best sex Sherry had ever had. Three orgasms washed over her in rapid succession. But it wasn't until she felt his whole body stiffen and his cock lurch violently deep inside her that she experienced her most powerful orgasm.
Suddenly the man bellowed with release, slamming his prickhead hard against Sherry's womb. When a thick load of hot cum gushed deep inside her, Sherry came so hard that she passed out.
Chapter Four
Sherry pushed the shopping cart up to the check-out stand. There was a long line ahead of her, so she grabbed a magazine off the rack to help bide the time while she waited.
"You're next in line!" a woman growled, poking Sherry in the shoulder.
"Oh, yes, of course-sorry," Sherry said. Listlessly, she began to unload her cart. When she put the last of the groceries on the belt, she looked up, and then she saw him.
The light streaming through the windows shot through his curly blond hair. And even under the ill-fitting grocery store smock he wore, she could see how broad his shoulders were and how his arm muscles bulged.
"Oh God!" she gasped, feehng her cunt twitch with excitement.
He was busily bagging her groceries, his movements graceful and manly. Now and then he would turn in such a way that Sherry could get a glimpse of his profile: straight nose, strong chin, deep-set blue eyes.
As she continued to gaze at him, her knees growing weak from the desire overtaking her, she realized that there was something very familiar about him. And then it hit her. Gary Trescott--little Gary Trescott! The boy who used to mow her lawn.
Only he's not so little anymore, Sherry thought, pressing her thighs together, feeling a sharp twinge deep in her clit. She tried desperately to catch the boy's eye, but he was too intent on what he was doing to notice her.
She fumbled with her purse, pulling out some bills and handing them to the checker.
"Here you are, Ma'am," he said as he loaded the last of the bags into the cart. Finally, he looked up, and when he saw her, he smiled broadly. "Why-Mrs. Barnes!"
His gaze slid from her face, fastening on her tits, which bulged sexily from beneath her tight T-shirt.
"Hello, Gary!" Sherry gasped, giving him her brightest smile.
Blushing, he tore his gaze from her tits and looked her in the eye.
"How long have you been working here?" she asked.
"Just started," he said with a smile.
"Looks like a good job. But we've missed you, you know. The lawn hasn't been the same since you stopped taking care of it."
The boy shrugged. "That was nearly a year ago. I enjoyed doing it, but this pays better- I'm saving to buy a car, you know."
"Yes, I see your point. Well-er, it's wonderful seeing you again." Sherry had to think fast-she couldn't bear to end their conversation, but the checker was already ringing up the groceries of the lady behind her.
Just in time, an idea struck her.
"Oh no!" she groaned, shaking her head. "I've forgotten to get butter! Guess I'll have to go back and stand in line again."
"Hey-don't worry about it, Mrs. Barnes," Gary said. "I get off my shift in an hour. I could get the butter before I leave and drop it by your house on my way home."
"Oh, could you, Gary? That would be just wonderful." Sherry laid her hand lightly on his shoulder, and through the cloth of his smock, she could feel the heat of his sweet young body.
Hot, thick cuntjuice surged through her pussy and blood rushed to her cht. The sudden explosion of lust was so forceful, she could hardly catch her breath.
"Then, I'll se you in about an hour then,"
she said. "Yeah-in an hour," he said.
When the doorbell rang, Sherry's stomach fluttered with excitement.
She swallowed hard and pulled her T-shirt down, molding it over her tits. She was pleased at the way her hard nipples jutted through the soft material. She had deliberately removed her bra and dampened the T-shirt to achieve the effect. When she opened the door, her heart jumped. The boy had gotten rid of the grocery store smock and was now wearing a sleeveless T-shirt. Just as she had thought, he had a wide, beautifully proportioned chest and strong, muscular arms, and his hips and long legs looked slim and shapely in his low-slung jeans.
"H-hi, Mrs. Barnes. H-here's your butter," he stammered as he handed over the carton. His gaze was riveted to her big, fleshy tits and spiky nipples.
"Please come inside," Sherry said, grabbing his hand and leading him over to the living room couch. "I'm dying to hear what you've been up to these last months."
She laid the carton down on the coffee table.
They sat down together on the couch, Sherry making sure that her thigh rubbed up against the boy. Casually, she slipped her arm along the couch.
"Oh-not much. I joined the gymnastics team at school-"
"So I see," Sherry said, reaching out to run her hand over his biceps.
He jumped when she touched him, and he seemed to be having trouble breathing. Glancing down, Sherry could see his crotch starting to bulge with swelling cockmeat.
"You look wonderful-so tall and tan and muscular. I'll bet all the girls think you're a real hunk,"
"N-no, not really," he said, blushing deeply.
Sherry let her hand slip down from his arm to his thigh. She felt it twitch beneath her caressing fingers. "Well I certainly think you're a hunk."
He was breathing very hard, little droplets of sweat popping out on his forehead. "Uh, Mrs. Barnes, I, uh-"
"I really wish you'd call me Sherry," she said. She reached up and ran her fingers through the damp strands of hair on his forehead. "My, it's certainly hot in here, isn't it?"
She winked at him, and in one smooth movement, she grabbed onto the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her huge, magnificent tits bounced into view, the nipples hard and spiky.
"Oh, Jesus!" the boy groaned, his eyeballs bulging.
Sherry laughed softly, tossing the shirt to the floor. She straightened her shoulders, thrusting her tits out, and let him gawk for several moments. "Want to kiss them? You can, you know. I'd love to feel your mouth on my tits!"
The boy didn't have to be asked twice. With clumsy eagerness, he was on her in a second, his hands clutching at her left tit, his lips pressed to the hard nipple.
"Oh, yes, yes, yessss!" Sherry groaned.
He was rough and inexperienced, the hard, suctioning pressure of his mouth on her nipple occasionally giving her a twinge of pain. But that didn't stop the sharp stabs of excitement shooting from her battered nipple to her cunt.
She laced her fingers behind his neck, pressing his face even deeper into the billowing flesh of her tits.
"That's it, honey-suck 'em!" she gasped, and pulling him with her, she lay back on the couch.
It excited her to feel his weight on top of her-to feel the hard, pulsing of his stiff prick against her cuntmound. She began to grind her hips, rhythmically thrusting her cunt against Gary's groin. Even through her panties and shorts, the touch of his hard, denim-sheathed cock sent spiking thrills through her clit.
"Fuck me, Gary! Fuck me!" she whimpered, fumbling for the zipper of his pants.
At last she found the tab and pulled the zipper down. She could feel his hot prick pulsing and twitching in his shorts, and she slipped her fingers in, grasping his prick at the root.
"Awwww!" Gary gasped, shuddering violently.
The base of his prick was nearly as thick as her husband's, but when Sherry ran her fist up the shaft to the bullet-shaped cockhead, she noticed how much smoother the prickshaft was.
"Oh, baby! I can't wait!" she cried. "Fuck me right now!"
She let go of his prick and began tugging his pants down his thighs.
Determined to help, Gary rolled onto his side and took over, shoving the tight jeans down around his knees.
Now his prick was in plain view, tall and thick and red-the shiny cockhead pulsing with life. Sherry licked her lips. She was surprised at how much the sight of the boy's prick excited her.
Impatiently, she unzipped her shorts, then pulled them, and her sticky panties, down. Spreading her thighs wide, she revealed the pink meat of her pussy to the boy.
"Jeez!" he gasped, grabbing his prick.
Seeing the big slab of prickmeat lurch in the boy's fist, Sherry knew that she had to have him immediately.
"In me! Stick it in me!" she cried.
Again, Gary's prick lurched in his hand, a bright drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip. Eager for action, he pressed the shaft between Sherry's cuntlips, sawing it back and forth across her cunthole.
Sherry squirmed against the couch cushions, grinding her ass and swiveling her hips so she could position her cunt against the boy's prickhead.
"God, Gary! Stick it in! Stick your cock in!" Sherry pleaded.
Her urgency goaded the boy on. With the fingers of one hand, he pried her sticky labes wide apart, and with the other hand, he guided his prickhead against Sherry's fuckhole. When the cock-knob was firmly wedged against her cunt, he let go of her cuntlips, and with a sudden forward jab, he fucked her pussy with his prick.
"Aaaaie!" Sherry cried. Her pussy was so well-lubed with pussycream that his cock cut through her cunthole with ease.
It was as if she were a virgin all over again, for she was unprepared for the way: the boy's cock rammed into her. Surprise and pleasure stabbed her to the core.
Once his prick was fucked in to the hilt, they both lay there, panting and sweating, letting the waves of pleasure and excitement pass over them.
Then, slowly, Sherry began to grind her ass into the couch cushion. As she did, she began to lick the sweet, salty sweat off the boy's neck and shoulders.
He was breathing hard and fast, and Sherry could feel his tight balls shifting in their sac. Every muscle in his body was clenched, and she knew he was exerting every ounce of self-control he had to keep from coming.
She tightened her cunt muscles, clasping his turgid prick very close. And that was all it took. With a great heave, he shuddered, then bellowed like a young bull, collapsing completely as hot jizz came spurting from his cockhead.
Sherry felt the thick cum spraying against the walls of her pussy, and she shivered with disappointment. Too soon-he had come too soon. "I-I'm sorry!" the boy groaned, raising himself on his elbows. "I'm sorry I came so fast! I know I didn't satisfy you!"
Sherry smiled at him and kissed his sweaty shoulder. She wouldn't let her disappointment show. "Don't worry about that, honey. I enjoyed it very much. Besides, we're going to fuck again, aren't we? A young stud like you can get it up again in no time!"
As she was speaking, Sherry could feel his softening prick begin to get rigid again.
"See what I mean?" She laughed. "What do you say we go into the bedroom? That way, we can get really comfortable!"
The boy nodded eagerly, and Sherry relaxed her pussy muscles as best she could so he could pull out easily. But even so, he winced as he withdrew.
Sherry watched, fascinated as inch after inch of stiff prickmeat slid out of her fuckhole. Gary's prick was fully erect again, the shaft shining obscenely with its coating of cum and pussycream. Even now, drops of jizz still oozed from the enlarged piss-slit.
Sherry sat up and smiled at him. Leaning forward, she held her mammoth tits in her hands, capturing his prick between them and pressing hard.
Gary groaned and shuddered, wavering on his knees.
"God-you better stop that, or I'll come again!" he groaned.
Sherry laughed softly. She thought that it didn't much matter if he did come again. He could probably come seven or eight times during the course of the afternoon. And she fully intended.to keep him there all afternoon.
"To the bedroom, then," she said, letting his prick drop from between her tits.
As she stood, she let her panties and shorts slide the rest of the way off her legs. Gary, too, pulled his pants and underpants off, leaving them in a pile next to the couch.
Then he followed Sherry into the bedroom, leering at the sexy sight of her ass in motion- the heart-shaped ass moving sensually as the hips jiggled from side to side.
Sherry walked to the bed and patted a spot on the thick, quilted bedspread, meaning for the boy to climb on there. But he was feeling bolder now, and instead of following her lead, he strode up to her and pulled her into his arms, crushing her tits hard into his chest while he sought her lips with his own.
Sherry struggled to catch her breath, but as she felt his soft lips and sweet breath, she went limp in his arms. And she nearly swooned when he slipped his tongue between her lips and began probing deep in her mouth.
He started out gently, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, going deep but not linger- ing. Then he would stop and let his lips glide gently over hers, kissing them long and passionately. Before long, his tongue would emerge again, shafting into her hot, eager mouth.
Sherry could hardly believe how much he was turning her on. She pressed her tits harder into his chest and dug her fingernails into his back as she returned his kisses.
Sliding her tongue into his mouth, she slithered it against the inside of his cheek and pulled back, entwining her own tongue with his. All the time, Sherry was undulating her hips, thrusting her cuntmound against the boy's prick and then pulling back in perfect time with the rhythm of their Frenching.
Gradually, the pace got harder and faster, until neither of them could stand it any longer. The need to fuck drove them onto the bed.
This time, when Sherry motioned for Gary to lie on his back, he did as she wanted. Then she crawled toward him on hands and knees, her heavy tits hanging down, her haunches sleek and curved like those of a cat ready to pounce. Straddling his hips, she poised her pussy over his stiff prick and leaned forward so that her nipples grazed his face. Groaning, he arched his neck and caught one nipple between his lips, sucking on it hard.
"Aaaaaie!" Sherry cried. The hot thrill shot up her tit and slashed down her spine.
The boy sucked again, this time letting his teeth sink into her sensitive flesh.
"Aaaaugh!" Sherry groaned, her cunt convulsing so hard that a great wash of cuntjuice rushed from deep inside, dripping out onto his stomach.
As Gary loosened his grip on her nipple to take a breath, she slid it from his mouth and eased herself down on top of him. She swiveled her hips and ground her ass, pressing her cunt and thighs against him, loving the hammering of his cock against her belly.
Then she began to kiss his neck, running her tongue along its broad muscular base and sliding it down past his collarbone to his nipples.
"Oh, God!" he groaned, squirming beneath her. He reached up and cupped her ass cheeks in his hands, then humped up at her, bending his legs at the knees so he could clamp onto her thighs.
Sherry was ready for him. Snaking her arm between their bodies, she grabbed onto his prick, aiming it so the cockhead pressed against the entrance to her pussy. Then she shoved back, using her elbows as leverage.
"Ungh!" she groaned as six inches of prickmeat fucked up her pussy.
Gary was so stunned by the sudden plunge into the woman's cunt that he froze for a moment, his nerves overcome with the onrush of pleasure.
"Oh, Gary, it's so good," Sherry murmured, her pussy muscles undulating up and down his prick.
He began to move beneath her again, gyrating his groin so his prick scraped the walls of her pussy and stirred her pussycream to a froth.
"Aw, yeah, do it!" she moaned.
Her nerves were on fire-every muscle tensed. Yet even though lust was overcoming her, her movements had a rhythm and savage grace about them.
Gary gazed up at her through a haze of desire and saw how her arched back accentuated the firm ripe flesh of her bobbing tits, and how her pale gleaming hair shook freely around her flushed face.
He fucked her even harder, and her asshole opened and closed in time with the wrenching of her cunt muscles. She was building toward a sensational orgasm.
Moving forward, she let a few inches of prickmeat slide from her pussy, then she shoved back, taking the slick prickmeat back into the depths of her fuckhole.
"Sherry!" the boy cried as she slammed her ass back down on his groin. His wide prickhead bounced off the end of her cunt-tunnel, setting off a wild series of shocks deep in her pussy. The sharp impulses pierced through to her belly and ass, cutting a path of unbearable pleasure through her.
She pulled forward again, unsheathing all but the boy's prickhead.
Fucking back again, she dragged her clit across his groin, making it pulse with pleasure. "Oh, Gary, honey! Oh, baby! It feels so good!" she gasped.
Keeping his prick gripped firmly in her pussy, she raised herself on her forearms, tossing her hair from her eyes. She wanted to get a good look at their two bodies together-his taut, tanned skin against her pale skin, his reddened groin with its sparse blonde cockhair against her wide-splayed pink pussylips.
She saw that he was looking at her, too. His mouth had an expression of animal sensuality on it. And the eyes showed lust, too, as they roamed from her face to her tits. But there was a look of awe in them, too, and that really turned Sherry on.
Overcome with emotion, she lowered her lips to his, kissing him hard, and then she began to rock forward and backward, setting up a fast, hard fuck-rhythm that took him by surprise. "Unh, unh, unh!" Gary groaned. He opened his mouth as if he were going to cry out, but all that escaped his lips was a hoarse gasp.
"Yes, baby, yes! Come with me! Come with me!'9 Sherry groaned. Her pussy was spasming wildly, exerting incredible pressure on the boy's plunging cock. She reached behind her ass and began to massage his big, hard balls.
"Oh! Unh! Aaaaah!" Gary cried, clenching his eyes shut.
"Oh my God! Gary! I'm-I'm comiiing!" Sherry screamed. She began to shake uncontrollably, her thighs pressing against the boy's hips with unnatural force.
Calling out Gary's name, she stiffened, arching her back and neck. Every muscle in her body was stretched to the limit, every nerve fiber vibrated with sensation.
And then she went over the edge, twitching and shaking and whimpering so much she couldn't feel how hard her cunt was contracting around Gary's prick, or how the boy howled and writhed with his own orgasm.
She didn't know how long her orgasm went on-only that it was one of the most powerful climaxes she had ever experienced.
Chapter Five
Sherry woke up slowly. A breeze was coming through the window, bringing with it a scent of orange blossoms. She felt the boy's hard, warm body next to hers, and remembering the great fuck they had had, she snuggled close to him, kissing him softly on the mouth.
He stirred, murmuring something she couldn't quite make out. Then he shifted his position, his prick flopping to one side. Sherry felt a twinge of arousal when she saw that his prick had swelled up again.
Needing to touch him, she gently ran her fingers down the inside of his right thigh.
"Ummm, ummmn!" he moaned, his eyelids twitching. His cock swelled up even more, a purplish-red blush spreading through the stiffening flesh.
Sherry's eyes shone with pleasure as she continued to massage Gary's thighs and groin, bringing her fingers nearer and nearer to his plum-shaped ball sac.
His asscheeks contracted, and though his thighs twitched and his breathing was becoming scratchy, Sherry wasn't at all sure whether or not he was still asleep.
But it intrigued her to think that she might be able to get him off in his sleep. So, sliding down toward his groin, she began to massage his balls, loving the way they shifted and swelled, pulling up in their leathery sac.
As she continued to finger the spongy balls, they grew and grew, until they became fat and hard and had pulled up tight against the base of Gary's prick-a very sexy sight.
Bringing her face close, Sherry smelled the tangy odor of cuntcream and jizz-and her mouth filled with saliva. Swallowing, she slid her tongue out between her lips, then she took an experimental swipe up the length of Gary's prick.
"Ungh, umnnnn!" he groaned, bending his left leg and humping up at her.
"Mmmmmm-like that, baby?" Sherry whispered.
Again, she swiped her tongue up his prick, this time moving it up the shaft, letting it linger on the sensitive underside just under the cock-knob.
"Aw, my God!" Gary cried, fully awake now, his wide eyes taking in the luscious sight -before him.
Sherry was kneeling down beside him, her silvery hair half-masking her face, her supple tits bobbing as she kissed and laved his upright cock.
Sherry smiled and winked at him, then shifted her gaze back to his tantalizing prick. Sliding her fingers around the root, she grasped it hard to steady it. Then she ovaled her lips and took his cockhead into her warm, wet mouth.
"Oh man!" Gary moaned, a tremor of excitement shaking him.
At first, Sherry simply let his prickhead bathe in her warm saliva. Then she began to lave the rubbery meat with her tongue, making him whimper with pleasure. And when he was thrashing from side to side, his eyes rolling as her magic tongue slide and poked and caressed his prick, she began to exert suction on the cockhead.
Gary groaned, bucked, and gasped for air. His fingers clutched wildly at the bedspread and his toes curled and uncurled to the rhythmic motions of Sherry's naughty sucking.
But Sherry wasn't content to leave it at that. Loosening her throat muscles, she took in several more inches of Gary's cock, letting the prickhead press up against her tonsils.
Arching her neck and holding her breath, Sherry slid her lips all the way down Gary's prickshaft, until they pressed against his groin.
"Oh, man-I don't believe it!" Gary gasped as his prickhead rammed down her throat.
The shock of taking his cock so fast temporarily stunned Sherry. She stifled a fit of coughing and wavered uncertainly on her knees. But the spell passed, and blinking several times, she steadied herself, letting her throat muscles ripple up and down the boy's prick.
He responded wildly, bucking up at her, slamming his cockhead against the delicate tissues of her throat. Sherry marveled at his sexual energy. She let go of his prick, allowing it to slide back up her throat. In a moment, she had pulled her lips up the cockshaft and the bulbous prickhead had popped from her mouth.
"Hey-what are you doing?" Gary asked. Halfway to another sensational orgasm, he couldn't believe she had left him high and dry. He tried to push his prick back into Sherry's mouth and down her throat, but she had straightened her neck and closed her mouth.
She still had his prick grasped firmly in her hand, though, so she was still in control. Looking at him, she could see that his face was tensed with pent-up passion.
"Don't worry, Gary-I'm going to give you a come you'll never forget. Now roll over on your stomach!"
"But-"
"Trust me, honey! On your stomach!"
He rolled over, and for several moments Sherry just stared at his tapered torso and high, tight ass. She had always thought there was nothing quite as erotic as a pair of compact, muscular asscheeks, and Gary's were certainly that. In fact, they were the most beautiful asscheeks she had ever seen-just like the asses on Greek statues.
Gingerly, she patted the supple flesh, and Gary stiffened in alarm. Raising himself on an elbow, he looked at her over his shoulder.
Sherry smiled reassuringly at him. "Just relax, honey-you're in for a treat."
They eyes met, and she held his gaze long enough to overcome his objection.
He hesitated, but gave in, resting the side of his face on the bedspread.
"That a boy," Sherry murmured.
She began running her hand over his asscheeks again, smoothing it around and around the perfect flesh. When she felt him relax a little, she sliced the side of her hand down into the hot, moist cleft between the mounds.
"So gorgeous-so damn gorgeous!" she groaned softly. Her clit was hard and swollen, sparking hot little jolts of excitement through her body.
She knelt down low and planted a kiss on one asscheek, causing Gary to shudder slightly. Again she kissed his ass, this time sucking hard enough to leave a little pink welt.
She could feel him growing excited-his ass grinding invitingly, and she pried apart his asscheeks. His immediate response was to tighten his muscles and try to pull away from her, but she lay down lengthwise on his legs, preventing him from moving away.
"Just relax, honey!" she gasped. "You're going to love it-really you are!"
"Why can't we just fuck?"
Sherry laughed. "Honey, this will just make fucking even better! I promise I won't do anything to hurt or embarrass you! All I'm going to do to you is make you feel real good!"
He shook his head, but when she kissed him sweetly on his ass, he settled down again. Satisfied that he would cooperate, Sherry tried to pry his asscheeks apart, and she was met with the same resistance.
Far from being exasperated, she was beginning to find the boy's prudishness amusing. She decided that she'd just have to try another way. Putting her face down against his asscrack, she breathed the odor of shit and sweat. It had a strangely stimulating effect on her, and with the urgency of need, she shoved her nose and lips into the furrow, nuzzling him deep.
Though he pulled away from her in protest, she held him fast and began laving her tongue up and down his slick flesh, lapping up the bitter ass-juices that collected there.
The movement stopped. Her sweet soft licking had made him feel good, and now he was waiting for what was next.
Now as she laved and kissed the hot pale skin in his asscrack, she also began to suck gently, which started him moving beneath her again. He bucked up at her, groaning with arousal, and then he pressed his prick roughly into the mattress.
Up and down the slippery crease of his ass she ran her tongue, now and then stopping to flutter it against his pulsing asshole. She was developing a technique of fast little rasping jabs followed by soothing licks, and she knew it was having its effect, for Gary was groaning wildly, pressing his ass hard against her tireless tongue.
She had no trouble now prying his supple asscheeks apart. Raising her mouth from off of him, she took a long, delicious look at his pink asshole. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of his shit, and then she plunged her tongue into his asscrack, this time with her tongue poised to ream him out.
"Ungh, no!" he gasped, and his ass muscles tightened into an impenetrable wall, forcing
Sherry's tongue out of his asscrack.
Patiently, she began to kiss and lick the sensitive area again, and as she felt the muscles loosening, she made another try.
As before, she pointed her tongue and held it poised over Gary's pulsing asshole. Only this time she jabbed it in so deep that he couldn't shake her.
"Aaaaugh!" Gary cried, his shitchute spasming uncontrollably.
But Sherry held her ground, and though the boy's ass churned and writhed, her tongue remained firmly planted in its dark interior.
His bucking, flailing protest went on for a minute or more, but gradually it began to die, and when the worst of it was over, Sherry started tongue-fucking him in earnest.
First, she began to roll her tongue around and around the tight, slick interior of the asshole, rasping her tongue against a thousand sensitive nerve endings.
"Jesus Christ!" he cried, wriggling beneath her.
Sherry held on tight, though it felt sometimes as if she were riding a bucking bronco. He humped and shook and shimmied, but she managed to keep her tongue fucked in so tight that he couldn't dislodge it.
But it wasn't only her tongue that was doing the exploring. She was continually kneading and squeezing the flesh of his ass. Then she slid her left hand beneath his groin and grasped his prick. "Oh Lord!" he groaned as she captured his cock in her fist.
And when she began to jack on it, he rolled beneath her in ecstasy.
As he reveled in the excitement of her hand-job, she tongue-fucked him with deeper, faster strokes, plunging in hard and withdrawing, only to plunge in again.
"Ungh, ungh, ungh!" Gary wailed. His whole body twitched and shook. He flailed his hair and beat his fists into the pillows, sending feathers flying.
But Sherry couldn't stop herself. As she jerked his prick and tongue-fucked his asshole, she was reaching an orgasm of her own.
"I'm-ungh-I'm coming!" Gary cried as he bucked his ass up at her.
She shoved her tongue in to the hilt, stirring it around one last time before she sent him over the edge.
"Aaaaie!" Gary screamed. Sherry held him tight as thick gobs of jizz pooled beneath him on the bedspread. She gasped and sputtered as his ass muscles contracted wildly around her tongue.
Then, when Gary went limp, Sherry waited several moments before prying herself from his ass. Her mouth was red and sore, her tongue chafed, but she felt supremely satisfied.
Gary turned over and propped himself up against the pillows, smiling at her groggily.
She didn't have to ask if it had been good for him.
Chapter Six
Sherry took a long, luxurious bubble bath. The exertions of the afternoon had left her hot and sweaty, and it felt good to relax in the warm, sudsy water and soak her ravaged cunt.
When she finally got out, she donned a low-cut wine-colored jump suit that contrasted vividly with her pale hair and skin. Surveying herself in the mirror, she like what she saw-a tall, elegant blonde with the curves of a centerfold girl. She looked more alive and full of snap than ever, and she knew why. She was convinced that all the wild sex had transformed her-given a glow to her skin, a sparkle to her eye.
Rick hadn't called, but she presumed he would be late, as usual. So she poured herself a glass of wine, picked up a romance novel and sank into the overstuffed chair in the den.
The time passed quickly, and she was so engrossed in the twists and turns of the plot that she didn't hear Rick come in a few hours later.
"Honey? Honey? Where are you? I'm home!" he called as he walked through the living room and down the dark hall. "Oh, there you are!"
He paused at the doorway, looking her up down.
"Say, you look sensational!"
"Thanks, dear," Sherry said, rising gracefully from the chair.
"Did-did you do something different with your hair?"
"No, not a thing!"
At last he pulled his gaze away from the attractive lines of her tits and tiny waist. "I'm starved. What's for dinner?"
"Actually, I didn't make dinner tonight," Sherry said. "You've been eating downtown and coming home late, and the dinners I make usually go to waste."
"Yeah, I guess I have been putting in some long hours lately."
Sherry said nothing for a few moments, and she noticed that Rick seemed uneasy. Finally she said: "I can broil a steak for you in nothing flat if you're that hungry."
"That would be great."
He followed her to the kitchen and watched as she slid the meat into the broiler and put together a small salad. Then, sitting down at the kitchen table, he began toying nervously with a napkin.
"I may have to go out of town this weekend-on business," he said.
Ordinarily, Sherry would have asked if she could go along, but now she merely shrugged and turned to him. "No, I don't mind. Business is business. I'll miss you, of course."
Rick seemed a little hurt, but he soon turned his attention to the food she put on the table for him. As he ate, he talked about some of the projects he'd finished at work, and though Sherry nodded and smiled at him, her thoughts were with Gary.
Images of the boy's strong, lean body filled her brain, and a gentle smile crossed her lips when she thought of his hard, muscular ass.
Rick stopped talking and gazed at her. "You haven't heard a word I've said, have you?"
"Huh-oh-oh, of course I have," Sherry said.
Later, when Sherry had put on her nightgown, turned off the light, and slid into bed next to Rick, he put his hand on her thigh and leaned over to kiss her.
She returned his kiss, but it was devoid of passion.
"Sherry-is everything all right?"
"Of course it is, dear." She yawned, sleep tugging at her. "I'm just very, very tired."
"And I'm just very, very turned on," he said, grabbing her hand and putting it on his hard, pulsing prick.
Ordinarily, the touch of his hot cock would be enough to get Sherry's juices flowing, but she was exhausted from all the fucking that afternoon. "Mmmm-nice," she murmured, letting her hand rest limply on his throbbing cock. "I'm just so sleepy."
"Yeah, okay."
He lay quietly for several minutes, but pretty soon Sherry felt him lift the hem of her nightgown. Then his warm hand slid up her thigh and came to rest on he cuntmound.
She pretended to be asleep, but that did not stop Rick from moving his fingers through her cuntmuff until he found her clit. With gentle, practiced motions, he began to manipulate it, pressing lightly on it, then moving it around in a circular motion.
At first, Sherry felt almost nothing. She and Gary had fucked so many times that afternoon that her clit was numb. But Rick patiently persisted, and soon the little nub grew hot and bloated as thick, sticky cuntjuice began to flow from her pussy.
"That's it, babe," Rick said as he brought his finger down to her cunt and rubbed it through the slick fuckjuices there. "You're getting hot."
Sherry could hardly pretend she was still asleep, but she just didn't have the strength to respond to him the way he expected.
The longer she lay there passively, the more aroused Rick got, until he knelt over her, his breath coming in short, ragged gulps. He spread her thighs apart, then climbed between them, pressing the wide knob of his cock against her wet pussy.
She raised her hands and pushed them against his hairy chest, trying to stop him, but it was no good. With a bellow of lust, he thrust forward hard, skewering her on his enormous prick.
"Aaaugh!" Sherry gasped, tears springing to her eyes. Her raw cunt ached from the brutal assault.
"Christ, you feel good!" Rick groaned, ignoring her protests. He rotated his ass, corkscrewing his cock deep in her pussy, using his cockhead as a battering ram against her womb.
"Rick! Rick!" Sherry cried, digging her nails into his chest.
He grabbed her arms and pulled them off of him, pinning them to the bed. Then he withdrew his prick, only to pump it back up her pussy again.
"Rick, please!" Sherry wailed, trying to wrestle free of his tight grip.
In the dim light, she could see the glint of his eyes, and it made him look wild and sinister. And them, suddenly, it was over. Thrusting in one last time, he shook violently and hollered her name, the warm blast of his breath blowing over her face.
He sank onto her, sweat trickling down his chest and pooling between her tits. He could barely catch his breath, and Sherry felt the heavy thud of his heartbeat as he strained for air.
"I-I'm so sorry, Sherry!" he whispered as he rolled off of her. "I don't know what came over me! You were so warm and soft-and I was so damned horny!"
Sherry didn't know what to say. She reached out to him and ran her fingers through his matted hair.
"Oh, baby!"
He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it passionately.
"I don't deserve you!" he groaned, kissing her all the way up her arm. Then he began nuzzling her in the crook of her neck.
It was one of her special spots. Whenever she felt the scratch of his whiskers or the soft caress of his lips against the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulders thrills ran up and down her spine, tickling her clit and starting the cuntjuices flowing from her pussy.
Rick knew that, and he played it for all it was worth. He rubbed his whiskered cheek against the smooth curves of his wife's neck and shoulder, and she shuddered with excitement, her nipples popping out into hardened spikes.
"Ooooh, Rick!" Sherry gasped, wriggling against him.
He moved to the other side of her neck and gave her the same treatment, scratching her lightly with his whiskers, then sliding his tongue across the roughened skin. Licking and kissing her, he made her shiver with lust.
"Oh, God, Rick!" Sherry sighed, turning her head so he would press his mouth to her ear.
Eager to please, Rick slid his tongue along the delicate curves of Sherry's ear. At his light touch, she shuddered and groaned, her heart racing.
He stopped for a moment, letting her recover from the shock of excitement that coursed through her body. But Sherry, hungry for more, pressed her ear to his mouth. Rick knew what she wanted, and pointing, he poked it gently inside.
"Ungh, ungh, ungh!" Sherry groaned. "It feels so good!"
He withdrew his tongue slowly, then blew in her ear, and she yelped with excitement, her heart thudding in her chest.
Repeating the action, he soon had her writhing and humping, begging for his cock.
He slid his hand down between her legs and sawed it into the hot crease between her cuntlips. Hot, sticky cuntjuice coated his fingers, and he grabbed at his half-hard cock, slicking the fuck-juices along the shaft as lube.
Sherry lay on her back and spread her legs wide, reaching down between them to hold open the flaps of her cunt. "I want it, babe! Fuck me!" she cried.
Rick's cock lurched violently, the blood flowing into it, swelling it to full erection. He started to maneuver into position, but he hesitated, and on an impulse he grabbed Sherry's ankle and pulled her foot to his lips.
He ran his fingers over her high instep and the delicate curve of her ankle, admiring the shape of her foot. Then, sliding out his tongue, he ran it over her toes.
"Aaaugh!" Sherry gasped as a tickling sensation passed on up her leg. Rick smiled at her, then laved her toes again.
"Aaah, aaah, aaah!"
She shivered as the unbearable tickling sensations shot up her leg a second time.
Holding fast to her ankle, Rick took one toe at a time into his warm, wet mouth, rolling his tongue over them and sucking gently.
As the shock wore off, Sherry began to realize how fantastic his technique was. A constant stream of wild, titillating sensations were flashing through her limbs and exploding deep in her pussy.
Like the fluttering of a hundred butterfly wings, the sensations danced and beat against her, and she was rolling from side to side, begging for more.
And Rick delivered. His tireless tongue scooped up and down between Sherry's toes and across the sensitive sole of her foot, finally moving around the top, only to begin sucking tenderly on each toe again.
"Rick-goddamn!" Sherry cried.
She was out of her mind with lust, and unable to bear it any longer. She plunged three fingers up her foaming cunt and fucked them in and out.
"No, no, Sherry-that's for me to do!" Rick moaned.
He lowered her foot to the bed and crawled between her thighs. Then he took hold of her hand and pried it from her pussy. Pressing his cockhead against her fuckhole, he shoved his cock inside.
"Oh, yes!" Sherry cried, wrapping her arms around him and holding him tight.
As the walls of her cunt expanded to accommodate his prick, she slipped her hands around to his ass and pressed hard on his asscheeks, as if to push him farther inside her.
"God, you feel so good!" Rick gasped, shimmying his ass and fucking his prick in and out of her cunthole. He kissed her hard on the mouth as he made sharp little fuck-stabs into her pussy.
Sherry responded by thrusting her groin up at him and rubbing her clit across his coarse cockhair.
They rocked and rolled, positioning themselves so they were facing each other on their sides. Sherry's legs were wrapped around Rick's waist, his ball sac pressed against her ass.
"Oh, Rick! Rick! I'm gonna come, honey! I'm gonna come!" she cried, hugging him close.
"Yeah, babe! Do it! Come!" he groaned, slashing into her buttery cunt.
Within seconds, Sherry was tossing her hair and bucking wildly at him, a thin, piercing cry escaping her lips.
The violence of her release set off Rick's orgasm, and right behind her, he catapulted into a shattering come. Gasping and snorting, he dumped a steamy load of jizz deep in her pussy.
A sweet sense of contentment filled Sherry as she slid her legs down from Rick's hips. He shuddered at her movement, and soon his limp prick slipped from her pussy, trailing cum and cuntcream behind it.
"You are one hot piece, Sherry!" he gasped, running his fingers through her hair. "I must be crazy to go on that trip by myself! I want you to come with me, hon!"
Sherry was very confused, but she did her best to hide it.
"Why, I'd love to go with you, Rick," she said, winding one of the curls on his chest around her finger.
"That's my girl!" he whispered, patting her on her ass.
Chapter Seven
The drive through the mountains was full of hairpin turns and breathtaking scenery. Except for the narrow asphalt road, the land remained unspoiled for many miles-a vast expanse of blue sky and green forest. Sherry breathed in the intoxicating smell of sunshine on pine needles, and her spirits soared.
Leaning over to kiss Rick on the cheek, a thrill of excitement sparked down her spine. And it didn't stop there. The exhiliration worked its way down to her pussy, setting it to churning and spasming.
"Pull off at the next turnout, honey! I just gotta fuck!" she groaned.
Rick smiled at her and patted her bare thigh. "Baby, I'd like nothing better, but I've got that appointment with Bartlett at two-thirty."
"It could be a quickie." She leaned over and nibbled gently at his earlobe.
The car swerved dangerously toward the edge of the road, and Sherry caught a frightening view of the drop into the gorge below. Her pussy contracted violently, the shock of the near-accident only adding to her arousal.
"Please, honey!" she moaned, moving her hand up his thigh until it came to rest on his cock-bulge.
She smiled knowingly when she felt how big and hard his cock had grown, and she started to unbuckle his belt.
"Cut it out, Sherry!" He clamped his hand firmly over hers. "We're going to have an accident!"
"The only way I'll cut it out is if you promise to turn off at the next turnout and fuck my brains out!"
He shook his head, chuckling. "You crazy broad! All right-you win! Truth is, I've been wanting to get in your pants since we left the house this morning!"
A mile up the road, the turnout Sherry had been counting on appeared.
"There, baby, there!" she cried, pinching his thigh.
Rick pulled the car off the road. Half a mile in front of them, in the rocky gorge, ran a wide stream. But neither Sherry nor Rick took notice of the scenery.
Rick reached into the back seat and pulled out a heavy blanket, and Sherry bounded out of the car and across the road, climbing up the mossy bank into the shade of the trees. The ground was thickly carpeted with pine needles. The air was crisp, but not too cool.
"Perfect!" she sighed when she saw a bright patch of ground beneath the broad leaves of a maple. She made her way to it, and then began to unbutton her blouse.
Rick, not far behind, ran to catch up, dropping the blanket onto the pine needles and reaching up under Sherry's shirt to unhook her bra.
"Oh, baby!" he groaned, slipping his hands beneath the elastic of the bra and cupping her tits in his hands.
Sherry leaned back against him, wriggling her ass, and he dug his fingers deep into her tit-flesh.
She was so hot she nearly came. "I-I can't wait, Rick! Fuck me, honey! Fuck me now!"
She pulled away from him and turned gracefully, shrugging off her shirt and bra. Then she unzipped her shorts and slid her shorts and panties past her hips, letting them fall down around her ankles.
"Aw, Sherry!" Rick groaned, eyeing her magnificent body.
She smiled sexily at him, lowering herself onto the blanket. Her silver cuntmuff gleamed in the sunlight, contrasting vividly with her pink, puffy cuntlips.
"I need you, Rick!" she groaned, gazing at him with sultry eyes. She bent her knees and spread her thighs, giving him a mouth-watering view of her hot, sticky pussy.
Rick kicked off his shoes and tugged on his zipper, stripping out of his pants and shorts as quickly as he could. His prick jutted out before him, tenting his shirt.
Sherry moaned in anticipation when he dropped down on the blanket before her. She expected him to take her quickly, jabbing his thick, pulsing cock deep into her cunt.
But instead, he pressed his face to her steamy cunt and swiped his tongue up the slit, scooping up her fragrant cuntjuice.
"Oh, Jesus!" she cried, her thighs twitching and her eyelashes fluttering.
Again he licked her pussy, this time letting his tongue linger at her clit. Her clit was hard and swollen and stood out boldly from the protective sheath of skin that usually enfolded it.
Sherry shivered and stamped the soles of her feet on the blanket. Pressure was building in her pussy. Her muscles were contracting and relaxing in faster and faster intervals, and a flood of cuntjuice pumped from her pussyhole.
Rick nuzzled her cunt and tickled her clit and pussyhole with his practiced tongue, letting his hands roam, over her thighs and asscheeks.
"Oh, oh, oh! Rick! Rick!" Sherry cried.
In just thirty seconds she had reached her peak. Like an avalanche, the powerful release crashed over her, burying her in pleasure. She pressed her thighs against the sides of Rick's head and heaved her ass off the blanket as jolt after jolt of sensation slammed through her body.
Then, as she gradually loosened her grip, Rick slid out from between her legs and sat back on his knees. His mouth was covered with cunt-cream and he stuck out his tongue and licked it off of his lips.
Gratitude was written all over Sherry's face as she gazed up at him.
"You are the best-the very best," she said, and she meant it.
He winked at her. Then he slid his hand up Sherry's pussyslit, covering his fingers and palm with her cuntcream. Grabbing his cock at the base, he moved his fist up over the head, coating the entire shaft with the slick fuckjuice.
His eyes became slits of lust, and his mouth grew slack as he continued to jack on his big prick. The flesh of is prickhead changed from pink to scarlet, and slick pre-cum began to drip from the piss-slit. Suddenly he opened his eyes.
"Sixty-nine!" he gasped.
Sherry's pussy twitched at his words.
"Nothing I'd like better than to taste that sweet cock of yours," she said, ovaling her mouth as if his prick were already fucked in deep.
Over the years, they had done sixty-nine in three or four different ways, but the way Sherry liked best of all was when they did it on their sides. So she turned on her side and patted the spot next to her.
Eagerly, Rick got into position. Resting on his right side, he pressed his hairy crotch against Sherry's nose and mouth, then he lifted his left thigh and laid it on Sherry's head, holding her gently in position.
At the same time, he pried apart her hot pink cuntlips and swiped his tongue up the tangy slit.
Sherry whimpered with excitement when she felt his tongue snaking up her sensitive cunt-crack. A deep yearning for orgasm filled her body.
"Ungh, ungh, ungh!" she groaned as Rick jabbed her pussyhoie with his tongue. Then he pulled it out and ran it up her cuntslit, stabbing it at her swollen clit.
She hunched forward, pressing the little clit hard against his mouth, and he bared his teeth, letting them sink lightly into the pulsing flesh.
"Aaaie!"
Hot stabs of pleasure shot through her clit and burned into her pussy. She writhed against him, pressing he left thigh into his cheek.
But he pulled away from her. "Suck it, Sherry! Suck my cock!"
She had completely abandoned herself to the savage pleasures of his cunt-sucking, forgetting all about his prick. But now she turned her attention to the slab of thick hot cockmeat that pulsed against her lips.
Ovaling her mouth, she slid her lips down past her husband's massive cockhead, running her tongue along the sides of the bullet-shaped cock-knob and into the groove of the piss-slit.
"Unnngh!" Rick groaned, bucking against her, forcing another inch of prickmeat into her mouth.
She sucked hard on his rubbery prickflesh, loving the way it lurched in her mouth, hammering against her tonsils.
Satisfied that she was servicing him, Rick returned to cunt-sucking, lavishing on his wife's pussy the delicate probings of his tongue and the harsh suction of his mouth.
The faster and harder Rick tongue-fucked her, the more wildly Sherry sucked on his cock. As she slid her mouth up and down his wide prickshaft, she skimmed her teeth along the rubbery surface, making him hump up against her with hard, sudden motions.
She could feel his balls pressing against her chin-so hard and tight that she thought they would burst with the hot cum stored inside them. Gently, she reached up and began pressing on them.
Rick shuddered in response, ramming his priek so deep that the head went shafting down Sherry's throat.
Her face turned red as she fought for breath. Her husband's prick was wedged so deep and tight that her throat muscles were expanded to their limit. Her eyeballs began to bulge. Her whole body stiffened with tension.
And then he mercifully withdrew, sliding his cock back up her throat and out of her mouth, until only his prickhead remained inside, resting on Tier tongue.
Unaware that he had nearly killed Sherry with his savage fuck-thrust, Rick continued to ream out her churning pussyhole, skewering his tongue deep inside, then swirling it around and around until she could barely stand it.
Sherry knew that Rick wanted stimulation all the way down to the base of his prick, but she had nearly killed herself deep-throating him. She grabbed his prick at the root and slid her fist up from his heavy, jizz-laden balls to the middle of his cockshaf t while she sucked and laved the cockhead.
Rick love it. He pumped his ass and fucked his cock forward. But when he slammed in hard, Sherry backed off, only taking in four or five inches of cock while she fisted the rest.
Their pace grew frenzied, and the rich scent of sex filled the air around them. Their sweat-soaked bodies writhed like snakes. Muffled cries of passion broke the silence of the forest.
Suddenly, Rick grabbed Sherry's ass and pinched hard. With brutal force, he fucked his prick deep into her mouth, the cockhead bumping hard against the back of her throat.
Hot, thick cum spurted from his piss-slit, rushing down her ravaged throat. She choked and spluttered, trying to pull away, but he held her fast.
In the midst of her struggle, her cunt exploded with an orgasm so powerful she shuddered from head to foot, every nerve on fire with release. She clenched at her husband's thigh, digging her fingernails in deep, her cry of release strangled by his softening prick. And then she blacked out.
The piercing shriek of a hawk was the next thing that Sherry heard. She lay motionless, shuddering when a breeze swept over her sweaty body, giving her a chill. Then she detected the steady rhythmic breathing of her husband and felt the weight of his arm across her belly.
"Rick? Rick?"
"I'm here, baby!" he whispered, patting her gently.
"H-how long have I been out?"
"Just a few minutes."
"It was-out of this world, wasn't it?" she asked, snuggling up close to him.
"You bet it was!"
He wrapped both arms around her, pulling her close. "Have I told you lately how beautiful and sexy you are?"
He put his hands under her arms and drew her up and off of his chest. They looked into each other's eyes, and then he leaned forward and put his lips to hers. They began Frenching with such passion that it seemed impossible they had come just minutes before.
He rolled her over onto her back and easily slipped his prick between her legs and up her wet cunt. Then, as soon as it was wedged inside, his cock began to lurch and shudder, growing stiffer and stiffer with each violent motion.
"Oh, Rick!" Sherry gasped in amazement.
In no time, his prick had swelled to its full dimensions, pressing against the walls of her pussy, surging forward to the end of her cunt-tunnel.
Sherry raised her legs and hooked her ankles behind Rick's neck, adding fresh stimulation to his fuck-thrusts and reviving the jangled nerves deep in her cunt.
"Ugh, yeah! Oh, God yes!" she cried, whipping her head from side to side.
As she looked up at him, he seemed huge and overpowering. His arm muscles bulged and his hairy chest was massive.
Suddenly, in spite of all the tender words that had gone before, Sherry felt as if she were being violated by a complete stranger. And the thought, far from destroying her pleasure, turned her on to a fever pitch.
"Aaaugh! Auuugh! Help!" she cried. Getting deeply into the fantasy, she began to fight him, beating him with her fists and gritting her teeth.
Rick kept fucking her, his groin rubbing her clit as he fucked in hard. When Sherry's flailing arms and clenched fists got in the way, he grabbed them impatiently, pinning them down against the blanket. Then he fucked her even harder.
Sweat dripped from his forehead and chest onto Sherry's tits and belly, and his fingers bruised her delicate wrists. Yet she still pretended to resist him, her cunt growing hotter and hotter with each savage cock-thrust.
She came first, her cries echoing against the side of the mountain and off of the hardwood trees. The wrenching movements of her cunt muscles milked her husband's prick hard, and in a few moments, eyes bulging, he came too, a stream of jizz splattering against Sherry's womb.
Sherry propped herself onto an elbow and stroked his fevered forehead, concerned by his high color and his painful rasping for breath.
"Are-are you all right, darling?" she asked, reaching for his shirt and covering him with it.
He nodded, turning his head so he could look at her. Limp and spent as he was, lust gleamed from his eyes.
Chapter Eight
They pulled into Henderson after one o'clock, taking the main road through the town. Small shops and restaurants faced onto the street, and in the distance the mountains gleamed in the summer sun.
"What a charming place!" Sherry said, trying to take it all in.
"Yes, I guess it is," Rick said, patting her affectionately. "The only time I pass through here is on my way to negotiate with Bartlett. He never leaves his home, and he insists that I be the one he deals with. Hard to believe that someone worth half a bilhon dollars would live like that."
"Yes, poor man. Rick, why don't we stop at that little restaurant to clean up?" She pointed to a pleasant little place with striped green awnings and a small verandah overlooking the street.
Rick pulled the car over in front of the Henderson Inn and he and Sherry went inside.
At Sherry's request, the waitress seated them on the vernadah at a table under a large white and green umbrella. They each ordered a sandwich and iced tea and then went to the restroom to clean themselves up.
Sherry looked at herself in the mirror. Small bits of leaves still clung to her hair, and a bluish-red hickey was coming up on her throat.
She pulled out a brush and stroked her hair with it until it was clean and glossy, and then she slid her shorts and panties down.
Moistening a paper towel, she rubbed away the dried jizz and cuntcream that clung to her cuntbush, shivering every time the harsh surface of the towel rubbed up against her battered clit.
"Oh, Jesus! I don't believe it!" she groaned, as she felt the sharp jolts of sexual excitement shoot through her pussy.
Determined that she'd take care of her needs quickly, she plunged two fingers up her cunt and began fucking them in and out rapidly.
"Ungh, ungh, ungh!" she gasped, her eyes rolling as the pleasure and tension mounted.
She was so turned on that she reached orgasm in seconds, her pussy exploding with sensations of satisfying release.
She gripped the edge of the sink to keep her balance as a flow of cuntjuice slid from between her cuntlips and dripped down onto her panties. Once more she looked into the mirror. Her face was flushed, and her eyes had a lush, glazed look they got whenever she came.
She pressed her thighs together hard, enjoying one last spasm of pleasure as it shot up her clit and cunt. But realizing that she didn't have time to linger in the bathroom getting off again, she reluctantly pulled up her shorts and panties. Then, after taking one last look in the mirror, she returned to the table.
Rick was sipping at his iced tea, his face scrubbed and his hair combed into place.
"You're looking cool and collected," she said as she sat down across from him.
"We're going to have to hurry if we're going to get to Bartlett's house on time." Rick said, glancing at his watch.
"Rick, honey, T think I'd rather stay here in town and do some shopping while you meet with
Bartlett." "But he knows you're coming. I told him to expect you."
"Really, honey, I think I'd only cramp your style. If he were married and I could visit with his wife while you two were in conference, that would be different."
Rick seemed almost relieved. "Well, all right, if you'd really rather stay in town-"
"Sure! I'll meet you back here in, say-two hours. If you're not here by then, I'll give you a ring at Bartlett's to see what's up."
When Rick had gone, Sherry sat back in her wicker chair, lingering over her iced tea as she looked out over the town. She was just thinking how quiet and refreshing Henderson was, when she was brutally interrupted by the sound of motorcycles screeching around the corner.
Eight huge motorcycles screeched up the street, leaving clouds of dust in their wake. The riders, dressed in black leather vests, greasy blue jeans, and heavy boots, pulled up in front of the bar across the street. Sherry leaned forward and stared as the men dismounted from their bikes. U
They were all big men, with well-developed muscles and the sort of leathery skin that comes from long hours spent outdoors. They swaggered when they walked, and though she couldn't make out the details, Sherry saw that they all had tattoos on their arms and chests. The one that interested her the most was a man with a bushy red beard and an iron cross around his neck.
There was something about their ferociousness that really turned her on, and she felt her pussy begin to churn with desire as she watched them walk into the bar.
As if in a trance, she left money for the food on the table, then walked out of the restaurant and across the street to the bar. For a brief moment she hesitated, knowing that what she was about to do was insane, but she couldn't stop herself.
She pushed open the door and walked inside. Immediately, she felt all eyes on her, raking up and down her long slim legs, her high, tight ass and her big tits. There were whistles and catcalls, which only turned Sherry on more.
The bikers were sprawled at the bar, chugging beer. An attractive barmaid in a short, frilly outfit was serving them, fear written all over her face.
Sherry walked right up to big, red-headed leader. There was a leer on his mouth and drops of beer had caught in his mustache and beard. She caught the pungent aroma of sweat that he exuded, and it really turned her on. Her pussy spasmed with excitement.
She couldn't look into his eyes, because they were hidden behind dark glasses. Swallowing hard, she leaned up against the bar next to him and, getting on her tip-toes, whispered in his ear.
"I want to make it with you-all of you!"
she gasped.
The leer on the man's face broadened. He took one more swig from his beer, and got off the barstool. Grabbing Sherry by the wrist, he gestured to the other bikers to follow him.
"Miss-Miss-are you all right?" the barmaid asked, her voice shrill with fear.
"Yes-I'm fine," Sherry said. "Really."
The man was dragging her through the back door and across the grass to a storage shed at the end of the lot.
The door didn't open immediately, so he kicked it in, his boot smashing through the flimsy wood. The others were close behind him.
He tossed Sherry inside the dark room and said: "Strip, cunt!"
Her fingers trembling, Sherry began to unbutton her blouse. They were all watching her with hungry eyes. She could feel the lust in the room, and it mingled with her excitement and fear.
When she pulled her blouse and bra off, revealing her heavy tits, the men groaned with desire.
"Shit, look at that pair!" one of them groaned as he unbuckled his belt.
Immediately, Sherry's nipples got hard, poking out into the cool air of the shed.
She wanted to tease the men and get them even hotter, so she grabbed her tits and fondled them, stroking them. She pinched her nipples hard between her thumbs, and forefingers.
The men groaned and rubbed their swelling crotches. Some of them unzipped their jeans, pulled out their stiff pricks, and began jacking on them.
Sherry was thrilled. Never had she seen so many big hard cocks before, and never had she been able to strut her stuff in front of so many eager onlookers.
She wriggled her hips, letting her tits bounce on her chest. Then she unfastened her shorts, and slowly, teasingly, slid them down her thighs.
Clad only in her panties, she turned around slowly, jutting her asscheeks out at the men, inviting them to fuck her.
"Aw, baby!" one man groaned.
"What a hot bitch!" another gasped.
"Gonna fuck the shit outta her!" somebody yelled.
She hooked her thumbs under the thin elastic band of her bikini panties and pulled down, revealing her thick blonde cuntmuff.
A collective groan went up among the bikers. Sherry watched them jacking on their cocks, watched as the cockheads and prickshafts-in so many shapes and sizes-swelled and pulsed in their hands.
She lay down on the coarse burlap that lined the floor and spread her thighs, giving them all an enticing look into her hot wet pussy.
There was a surge toward her, each man ready to fuck her.
"She's Red's first!" one man yelled.
The bikers backed off as Red walked forward, his huge prick pulsing in his fist. Sherry gazed up at him, her face a mask of lust.
She swallowed back her fear as he dropped down between her legs, his prick in his hand. His jeans were pushed down past his crotch, and his hairy chest heaved beneath the leather vest.
Without wasting any time, he fucked into her, shoving his fat cock to the very end of Sherry's cunt-tunnel.
"Aaaughl" she cried, biting her bottom lip as her pussy expanded to take his enormous prick.
"Yeah, take it, cunt!" Red growled, and he pressed his face to her tits, scratching the tender skin with his rough beard. Eagerly, he sank his teeth into her tit-flesh, and she cried out in pain.
The others crowded around to watch as Red fucked her brutally. He mauled her tits, leaving teeth marks and hickeys all over the smooth white skin.
He fucked her long and hard, his hairy white ass pumping up and down as he reamed out her delicate pussy.
Sherry was overwhelmed. She tossed her head from side to side, tears pouring down her cheeks as she thrust up against him, wanting more and more of his brutal cock.
The beer on his breath and the heavy animal scent of his sweat touched on some long forgotten instinct deep within her. She snarled and bucked at him. His roughness led her on to ten orgasms, each following right after the other.
Finally, he grabbed her tits in his massive hands, squeezing so hard that Sherry nearly fainted from the pain and pleasure. Then, with one last ferocious cock-thrust, he came, filling her cunt full of hot, thick cum.
He lay on top of her panting for several moments, his cock shuddering wildly in her pussy as it began to shrink. Finally, he pulled out of her, his prick spewing cum as it pulled free.
As he stood, he hitched up his pants, wincing as he stuffed his prick in his shorts. The other bikers surged toward her, two of them crouching before her wide-spread legs at the same time.
One, a beefy olive-skinned man with a three-day-old beard and a tattoo of an eagle on his chest, shoved the other, an equally rough-looking man, aside and took his place between Sherry's legs.
"You're some cunt," he said in admiration, spreading her cunt cuntlips wide and pressing his cockhead up against her wet, steaming fuckhole.
"Do it!" Sherry gasped, her lust re-ignited at the touch of the man's wide, rubbery cock-knob.
He laughed, then his mouth became a hard, stern line. Suddenly, he slid his cock down to Sherry's asshole and without warning he fucked in hard.
"Aaagh!" she cried, trying to wrench herself free of his punishing cock. But his cock-knob was wedged in deep.
"Fuck you, bitch!" he groaned, skewering four more inches of prickmeat up Sherry's tender little asshole.
She was on fire inside. Blinding flashes of pain seared up her shitchute as the man mercilessly pushed and humped, forcing inch after inch of his big prick deep inside her.
"Yeah, bitch! Yeah!!" he groaned over and over, his neck muscles pulled taut, his mouth twisted into a grimace of lust and anger.
Sherry blacked out for several seconds, and when she came to, he was fucking her hard, his prick plunging deep into her ass, then withdrawing until only the cockhead was still inside.
She heard the voices of the others screaming for him to fuck her good. And she stopped fighting him, letting her body respond naturally to the give and take of his fucking.
Her ass muscles relaxed enough to let him fuck his cock deep without too much pain, and when his prick jammed up her ass as far as it could, she could feel it pressing up against her cunt.
It was a novel stimulation for her pussy. It created a wild, fluttering sensation that gradually blossomed into a full-fledged, wrenching spasm of desire.
An orgasm was building steadily. Her body became taut, as every muscle contracted. Sherry strained for release as she fucked up at him, brutally skewering her bruised ass on his prick.
So arousing was her response to him, that the man couldn't hold back, and with a groan of release, he fucked in hard, shooting a great wad of jizz up Sherry's asshole.
She moaned in disappointment because in another moment, she would have come. Laying there, panting with unrelieved need, she shuddered as he drew his cock out of her pulsing asshole and stepped back, staggering away from her.
He was replaced immediately by a tall blond man, slightly thinner than the others, a great black patch over his right eye. His cock, long and red and smooth, curved slightly to the left.
Sherry raised her arms toward him, inviting him to mount her. Eagerly, he knelt down before her, but before he could shove his prick inside, he shuddered and groaned, and a stream of jizz gushed from the head of his prick and shot into the air, splattering between Sherry's heaving tits.
Shocked, Sherry ran her fingers through the cum, scooping it up and bringing it to her mouth so she could taste the salty bitter stuff.
"Shit!" the man groaned, staring down at her helplessly as his prick began to shrink.
He moved away from her, and in an instant, two men had taken his place. The first was tall and husky, with dark, shoulder-length hair. He had very little hair on his body, and his face, despite the lust-filled expression on it, was the face of a good-looking young man.
The other man had a wide frame and was grossly overweight. His belly protruded over his jeans, and his cock, jutting out from beneath his gut, was big and thick and oozing pre-cum.
The younger man grabbed Sherry's hips and turned her over roughly, forcing her on her knees so that she was in doggy-style position.
She shuddered with pleasure when she felt him crawl up behind her and press his cockhead to her cunt.
"Ungh!" she cried when he fucked forward, slamming eight inches of hot, steely cockmeat up her pussy.
Now the fat man got into the act, pressing his slick prickhead up against Sherry's lips. She balked at first, wanting to concentrate on the young man fucking her from behind.
"Open your mouth, or I'll open it for you," the fat man said, grabbing a hank of Sherry's hair and pulling up on it.
Her blood ran cold, but Sherry did as she was told, opening her mouth for him.
"That's it-that's it," the man said, and grabbing his prick at the root, he aimed it between her lips. Leaning forward, he forced the mushroom-shaped cockhead inside.
Sherry ovaled her lips, wrapping them around the man's turgid prick.
"Awright!" he gasped, fucking in until his prickhead slammed against the back of her throat.
She gagged for a second, then caught her breath, blinking her eyes rapidly. Then, just when she thought she had herself under control, the young man shoved his prick up her pussy, ramming her forward so hard that she took two inches of the fat man's prick down her throat.
"Shit!" the fat man cried. His face turned bright-red and his eyes rolled in their sockets. Sherry could feel his balls swelling against her chin.
The fat man began moving his groin in a circular motion so that his cockhead reamed Sherry's throat. It was all she could do to keep sucking his prick and drawing in air to breathe.
At the same time, the biker behind her was fucking her fast and hard, each thrust sending his cock bumping against the end of her cunt-tunnel and igniting a multitude of sharp, searing sensations deep in her pussy.
"Ungh, mmmph!" she groaned and gurgled around the fat man's cock.
The fat man reached out and began to play with Sherry's tits, flicking his fingers at her stiff nipples and pinching the soft flesh.
It was all she needed to begin building toward another massive orgasm. As jolting stabs of pleasure shot from her nipples down to her pussy, her pussy muscles began to contract even harder around the young biker's prick, making him fuck her all the harder.
Her whole body was shaking with the violent thrusts of their cocks, and as each nerve began to twang with an excess of sensation, Sherry went over the edge, her silent scream echoing inside her skull.
All three of them came at the same time. The young man dug his nails into Sherry's hips and fucked forward, resting his chest on her back as his prick shot jizz up her spasming cunt.
Then the fat man let loose with a torrent of thick, creamy cum.
If the two men hadn't been holding on to her, Sherry would have collapsed, senseless, onto the burlap.
But three bikers still had not fucked her. And even though she was no longer conscious, they took her, one by one-fucking her savagely until they all got their rocks off.
Chapter Nine
"Wake up! Wake up! Are you all right? Oh, please, please wake up!"
"Huh? What?" Sherry opened her eyes and looked up into the pale, beautiful face of the young woman hovering over her.
"Thank God!" the woman gasped. "Can you sit up?"
Sherry nodded, and with the woman's help, raised herself off the dusty floor. She ached all over, and there was a sharp, stinging pain in her cunt.
"Oh, what have they done to you, those monsters!" the girl cried, gathering up Sherry's clothes. "Are you all right? Shall I get you to a doctor?"
Sherry shook her head. It was all coming back to her; the wild fucking, the savage pleasure she had taken with the bikers.
"Wh-what time is it?" she asked.
"Nearly three!"
"Oh, God-I mustn't let my husband see me like this!" "But you have been badly raped! We need to take you to a doctor!"
Sherry shook her head, for the first time noticing the charming French accent the young woman had.
"I wasn't raped, you know. I asked for it,"
Sherry said. I "But-" The girl tried to hide her shock as the meaning of Sherry's words finally sank in. "Still-it has been an ordeal! If you're sure you're all right, we could at least clean you up! You could come to my place! It's not far from here!"
Sherry smiled gratefully at the woman, at the same time taking a close look at her. She had flawless skin, a long slim neck, and high, firm tits.
"It's just occurred to me! You're the barmaid at the bar out front, aren't you?" Sherry asked.
The girl nodded.
"I'll take you up on your offer to go to your place-if you're not still on duty."
"No, I'm not on duty now." The girl smiled at Sherry and reached over to help her button up her blouse. "You are too good for those brutes, you know."
She let her hand rest for a moment on Sherry's tit.
"Shall we go?" the barmaid asked. "By the way, my name is Yvette."
Yvette's apartment was small and tidy, with colorful posters on the wall and potted plants hanging from the ceiling. A glass vace filled with red and white carnations stood on the dining table, and dainty lace curtains lined the windows.
"Very nice," Sherry said, taking in the bright, airy place. Sherry gratefully took the tall glass of orange juice the girl gave her and settled onto the couch. She could hear the water running in the bathroom, and thought how nice it was of the girl to take her in.
"Your bath is ready," Yvette said, and as Sherry turned to put down her drink, she was shocked to see Yvette standing in the hallway, completely nude.
The young woman was slim, but nicely rounded. Her tits were high and firm. Her hips were wide, accentuating the thinness of her waist. And her cuntbush was the same color as her hair-a rich auburn.
"It feels good to get out of that ridiculous barmaid outfit," she said. "Come on-your bath will get cold."
Sherry followed Yvette down the hall and into the bathroom, watching the incredibly sensual way the girl's hips swayed as she walked.
A sudden surge of excitement shot through Sherry's cunt, and it surprised. She'd seen nude women before, but she'd never gotten very turned on by it.
"Here, let me help you get out of your things," Yvette murmured, gently unsnapping the front of Sherry's shorts, and tugging them down her thighs. She rubbed her smooth hands down Sherry's legs and, kneeling down, rested her cheek against Sherry's cuntbush.
Startled, Sherry jumped, but Yvette held her legs tightly so she couldn't move away. Then she turned her face toward Sherry's cuntbush so she could nuzzle her pussy with her nose.
Sherry's eyelids fluttered rapidly and her hips began to gyrate. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips.
Lookking up at Sherry from beneath her thick dark lashes, Yvette said: "I just want to make you feel good-help you relax and forget those swine from the bar."
She kissed Sherry's inner thigh, close to her cunt.
Sherry shuddered as she felt the waves of passion begin to rise in her. But Yvette let go of her legs.
"Now, slip into this bath-the warm water will soothe you," Yvette said.
With Yvette's help, Sherry lowered herself into the tub and sighed with pleasure as the warm water enveloped her. One by one, her aches and pains disappeared, and her battered cunt began to relax.
"Such a beautiful body!" Yvette moaned. "You waste yourself on those terrible men! On- ly another woman can do justice to your beauty!"
She lathered a bar of soap in her hands and began scrubbing Sherry's neck and shoulders. Sherry sighed with pleasure at the woman's sure, light touch.
"Ah, so lovely!" Yvette began to smooth her soapy hands over Sherry's tits. Weighing them in her palms, she gently squeezed them. "You like that, eh?"
Yvette laughed as Sherry's nipples hardened and stuck out sharply from the areolas.
She continued to knead and caress Sherry's tits with one hand while she slid the other down Sherry's belly and through the tangled thicket of her cunthair.
"Oh!" Sherry gasped when Yvette ran her finger down her gooey cuntslit.
"What a charming pussy you have!" Yvette groaned, running her finger back and forth through the slit, stopping short of pressing down on Sherry's pulsing clit.
Sherry squirmed in the tub, rubbing her asscheeks against the smooth porcelain. The woman's slow, patient fondling was turning her on, causing sexual tension to build deep in her cunt.
Yvette lingered for several minutes over Sherry's pussy, but just when Sherry was about to thrust her clit up for more stimulation, Yvette moved on, sliding her hand over Sherry's knee and down her slim ankle.
"Such perfect little feet," Yvette said, raising Sherry's leg at the ankle and examining her foot. "Delicious!"
She leaned over, pressing her lips to the tip of Sherry's big toe. Then one by one, she pressed each toe up against her mouth.
Sherry shuddered with excitement. Yvette's teasing was sending maddening shivers of excitement up her legs and spine.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" Sherry gasped, her eyes rolling as Yvette slipped two toes into her hot, wet mouth and began sucking on them.
The woman's tongue began working around and around the toes, slithering between them and poking at the delicate joints on the undersides. And at the same time, she continued to caress Sherry's tit in a slow, stready rhythm.
When Yvette had thoroughly sucked and tickled all the toes on Sherry's right foot, she placed it back into the warm water and raised the left foot, giving it the same loving attention.
Sherry groaned with pleasure and excitement, grinding her hips from side to side to the rhythm of Yvette's caresses. Her pussy was churning violently, and the juices deep inside began to seep into the bath water, rising to the surface and leaving an oily slick on the surface.
Yvette's eyes sparkled as she laved and sucked on Sherry's toes. Her nipples were as hard as Sherry's, and there was a deep pink flush across her tit-meat. The irregular way she was breathing proved to Sherry that she was very turned on.
At last, Yvette lowered Sherry's left foot back into the soapy water. Straightening up, she reached behind her for a towel and held it open.
"Come, let me dry you off!" Yvette gasped.
Sherry rose gracefully from the bathtub and stepped out. Yvette hugged her, wrapping the soft towel around her. Feeling Yvette's hot, firm body made Sherry dizzy with excitement.
"Steady," Yvette said as she began to pat Sherry dry. As she went about her work, she would rub a spot with the towel, then kiss it gently, letting her tongue roll over the sweet damp flesh.
"Oh God!" Sherry groaned, undulating her hips as Yvette made her way down her creamy tits and soft belly. "Jesus!"
Yvette sank to the floor so she could play with Sherry's pussy. Gently, as if she were separating the petals of a flower, she pried apart the thick pink cuntlips.
"So beautiful," Yvette murmured, pressing her mouth to the dark pink cuntmeat inside.
"Aaaaie!" Sherry cried, as Yvette ran her tongue up the slippery cuntslot. "Do it! Do it"
Yvette licked up and down Sherry's sweet cuntslit until it foamed with cuntjuice. Then, unable to wait any longer, she stabbed her tongue deep inside Sherry's pussyhole.
"Aaaugh!" Sherry cried, shuddering wildly. Sizzling jolts of pleasure raced up her spine, spreading to her tits and ass.
Yvette rotated her tongue so it swiped the tender cuntlips at the entrace to Sherry's fuckhole, pressing against the wildly sensitive nerves there.
As Yvette jabbed her tongue in one more time, Sherry screamed wildly, pulling hard on Yvette's hair. A violent orgasm pulsed through her body, sending wave after wave of release crashing over her. Her cunt pumped thick, syrupy pussycream into Yvette's mouth, and the woman lapped it up gratefully.
Gradually Sherry's wild, spasming movements began to subside, and she loosened her grip on Yvette. Yvette pulled away, licking the thick pussyjuice from her lips.
"You are a very exciting woman, Sherry." She leaned over and kissed Sherry on the mouth.
Sherry shuddered with pleasure, tasting her cunt on the other woman's lips.
"No~you are the exciting one," Sherry said, grabbing Yvette*s hand and kissing it passionately.
"I'm glad you think so!" Yvette gasped. "Because I want to take you to bed with me."
Sherry's heart jumped. The thought of wrapping her body around Yvette's-feeling the woman's tits pressed against her own-took her breath away.
"Come with me," Yvette said, grabbing Sherry's hand and leading her to the bedroom across the hall.
Sherry was surprised by how light and innocent the bedroom looked-all frilly white lace and pastel colors. Sunlight streamed through lace curtains, and the subtle fragrance of lavender and rose filled the room.
Yvette walked up to the large double bed and pulled back the covers to reveal luscious white satin sheets.
She dropped Sherry's hand and climbed onto the bed, sliding her plump ass across the sheet.
"Come join me," Yvette said, smiling sexily at Sherry.
Eagerly, Sherry climbed onto the bed, sighing with pleasure as soon as she felt the soft satin glide against her freshly bathed body.
"Come closer," Yvette said, stretching her arms out toward Sherry.
As Sherry moved closer, Yvette wrapped her arms around her, pulling her tight, so that their tits pressed together.
"Oh, God, yes!" Sherry gasped. Never before had she held a nude woman in her arms. The supple fullness of the young woman's tits and belly and thighs was so wildly sensual that it took her breath away.
"Mmmm, you feel good!" Yvette groaned as she nuzzled Sherry's neck, licking and kissing the delicate skin there*. At the same time, she smoothed her hands over Sherry's ass, grabbing onto her pliant flesh.
"Oh, Yvette!' Sherry pushed her cunt against Yvette's hairy pussy, and she nearly came as sparks of excitement ripped through her body.
Yvette's response was to cover Sherry's mouth with her own, kissing he hotly. Thrusting her tongue between the blonde's smooth, full lips, she Frenched her with long, sensual strokes.
Sherry could hardly breathe. Her heart was beating wildly. Her clit ached, swollen to its full size. As she Frenched back at the sexy barmaid, she gyrated her hips so that her cuntmound moved in a circle against Yvette's, giving them both the sort of rough stimulation that could plush them over the edge to powerful climaxes.
Suddenly, Yvette pulled her mouth from off of Sherry's and spoke. "Do you know what sixty-nine is!"
Sherry smiled, licking her lips. "Of course-"
"Good! I want to feel your mouth on my cunt! I want to feel you sucking on it!"
Sherry shuddered with lewd excitement. Hearing the woman talk dirty was an unexpected turn-on.
She rolled onto her back. Then Yvette climbed on top of her, belly-down, so that her face was pressed against Sherry's cunt and her thighs straddled Sherry's face.
Sherry breathed in deeply, savoring the rich scent of the woman's pussy. It was like a mixture of clove and honey, with a yeasty tang to it.
Yvette's cuntlips were pretty. Pale, thin, and delicate, they curved under, protecting the sweet inner pussyflesh. Gently, Sherry slipped her fingers underneath the woman's pussymound so she could pry apart Yvette's cuntlips.
"Ooooh!" Yvette grunted as Sherry spread her pussylips wide, and her slick cuntmeat was exposed along with the stubby knob of her clit.
Sherry groaned with excitement. It was incredible how tantalizing another woman's pussy could be. Taking a deep breath, she stuck out her tongue and ran it along Yvette's cuntslit.
"Aaaaah!" Yvette cried, jerking her thighs together violently so that they pressed against the sides of Sherry's head.
Sherry took another swipe, and then another, until she had Yvette groaning and squirming and begging for mercy. The woman's sensuous movements and the erotic scent of her cunt were driving Sherry wild, and she couldn't wait any longer to jab her tongue deep into Yvette's spasming cunt.
Yvette cried out as Sherry's tongue skewered deep into her fuckhole.
Sherry humped up at Yvette, trying to force her to begin tongue-fucking her cunt as well. But Yvette only shuddered and moaned, pressing her pussy hard against Sherry's face, trying to take more of her tongue inside.
Sherry gladly thrust in farther, delighting in the slick smooth surface of Yvette's cuntwalls. She scraped her tongue all along the delicate flesh, scooping up pussycream and letting it slide into her mouth.
Yvette was humping wildly now, gyrating her hips and slamming her cuntmound hard against Sherry's face. Sherry, wanting to thrill the woman even more, slipped her hands out from under Yvette's crotch and pried apart the girl's taut asscheeks. Yvette cried out in surprise and pleasure when Sherry began pressing lightly on her asshole.
At last, Yvette began to do her duty. She clamped her lips over Sherry's cunt and sucked hard, tongue-fucking her.
Searing spasms of pleasure went off deep in Sherry's pussy. She humped and squirmed beneath Yvette, kicking her feet wildly, her toes pointing stiffly as her muscles tensed.
Yvette began to tongue-fuck Sherry with a hard, steady rhythm, occasionally pulling her tongue free and pressing it against Sherry's clit.
The slurping, rasping sound of pistoning tongues fucking into juicy cunts filled the room, and moans of pleasure echoed off the walls.
Sherry was on a wild ride-her pleasure surging, then fading briefly, only to surge forward again. But with each rise and fall, she came closer to a climax.
"Ungh, ungh!" she groaned, letting her teeth sink lightly into the slick flesh of Yvette's cunt.
"Aaaaaaie!" Yvette cried, pulled her mouth off of Sherry's cunt.
Her eyes blazing, and her lips twisted into a vicious snarl, Yvette dug her fingernails into Sherry's asscheeks and jabbed her tongue back inside Sherry's pussy.
Sherry blasted into a devastating orgasm. Humping, spasming, and gasping for air, she experienced climax after climax.
And Yvette was not far behind. Screeching like a wildcat, she tossed her hair and flailed her arms. Great sobs shook her body. Tears poured down her cheeks.
At last, Yvette rolled over on her back and closed her eyes, her breathing gradually slowing to normal.
"You were wonderful!" she groaned, grab- bing Sherry's hand and putting it on her sweat-slickened tit.
"And so were you," Sherry said, patting Yvette on the thigh.
Leaning over, Yvette glanced at the bedside alarm clock. A sly little smile crossed her lips.
"Oh good," she said. "There's just enough time to do it again!"
Chapter Ten
Sherry smiled when she saw Rick enter the restaurant. There was a jaunty spring to his step and a confident look on his face-all indicating that things had gone well at the meeting.
"Well, how did it go?" Sherry asked when he pulled up a chair and sat down.
"It was a struggle, but-I closed the deal!" He tried to keep his voice calm, but Sherry recognized a note of triumph in it.
"Oh, that's wonderful!" She reached across the table and grabbed his hand, squeezing it. "We should celebrate!"
"Of course we should! Dinner at the best restaurant in town and then maybe a moonlight swim in Lake Longbranch."
They left the restaurant and got a room at the inn. And while Rick was showering, Sherry put on her pink lace negligee-one that molded itself to her full tits and jutting ass.
"Mmmmmm!" Rick grunted when he emerged from the bathroom and cast his eyes on Sherry. "Honey, I can't wait to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours!"
His prick was fully erect, the broad rubbery cockhead hammering against his belly. His eyes narrowed into slits of lust as he looked her up and down.
When he reached up, grabbing her warm tits through the lacy material of the negligee, she swooned, and he caught her. Swiftly, he took her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed.
Laying her down across it, he raised the hem of her negligee so he could look at her pretty pink cuntmound with its fringe of silvery hair.
"God, you look good!" he groaned, and he grabbed her by her ankles, pulling her toward the foot of the bed so that her legs dropped over the mattress and her ass rested on the very edge of it.
She spread her thighs so her cunt would open up to him.
"Baby, baby," he murmured as he got down on his knees and pressed his face to her pussy.
Sherry gasped with pleasure when she felt his hot breath waft across her fuckhole. She raised her legs, hooking her knees over his shoulders.
Gently, Rick ran his tongue up Sherry's pussyslot, covering the sensitive region from her asshole to her clit.
Sherry squirmed and shivered as lusty sensations shot through her cunt and ass. "God, that feels good, Rick! So good!"
As he laved and probed with his tongue, he also explored the sleek flesh of her ass. His tireless hands kneaded, caressed and gouged at Sherry's asscheeks, and as they approached her asshole, she quivered with excitement.
"Oh Rick! Rick!" Sherry groaned when he snuck his hand between her asscheeks.
She pressed her asscheeks together tightly, imprisoning his hand. At the same time, she thrust her clit against his teeth.
Rick followed her lead, grazing her clit with his teeth while he sawed his hand back and forth, rubbing the twitching rim of her asshole.
"Oh God! Rick!" Sherry cried, tossing from side to side.
He hesitated for a moment, his finger poised above her asshole and his tongue wedged against her pussyhole. Then, with a sudden thrust forward, he jammed his finger up Sherry's tight little asshole and fucked his tongue deep into her oily cunt.
"Aaaaaie!" she cried, kicking his back with her heels.
Rick seemed not to notice the punishing blows she delivered with her feet. Instead, he corkscrewed his finger even deeper into the hot, dry recess of her asshole.
"Oh my God! Fuck me, Rick! Fuck me!" Sherry wailed, tears welling up in her eyes.
She was rigid with sexual tension, and though Rick's jabbing tongue and finger had whipped her into a frenzy of need, only his cock could deliver a satisfying orgasm.
She pushed herself into a sitting position and moved back on the bed, pulling her pussy and ass from Rick's clutches.
"Fuck me, Rick!" she groaned, "Fuck me!"
He was on her in a second, his prick jutting out from his groin like a battering ram. When he pressed the head of his cock against her pussy, she gasped with excitement, humping up at him in an attempt to impale herself on his prick.
"Shiiiiiit!" she screamed when he thrust forward and fucked his prick in to the hilt.
Her pussy convulsed around his prick, squeezing it like a vise, then releasing it, only to squeeze it once again.
"Ungh! You're so tight!" Rick groaned. The muscles in his neck stood out as he strained againt the fierce grip of Sherry's cunt.
Skillfully, Sherry massaged her husband's prick, exerting pressure, then letting up, milking it like a cow's tit.
"Augh! Sherry!" he gasped, beads of sweat springing from his brow.
"Yessssss!" she hissed, at last releasing him so he could pull back and fuck into her pussy again.
He pulled and fumbled at the bodice of her negligee, desperate to feel her tits against him. At last, he managed to unclasp the hooks at the back, and she raised her arms, helping him to pull the lace down around her waist.
His eyes lit up when her tits came into view. Bending down over her, he sank his face between the soft billows of flesh and pressed them to his cheeks.
At the same time, he kept up his fuck-rhythm, making short, quick jabs at Sherry's pussy instead of the long, violent strokes he had started out with.
Sherry lay back and soaked up the pleasure. For once, it felt good to be completely passive, letting Rick fuck and suck and maul her to his heart's content.
With each fuck-stroke, her cunt and clit were charged with sharp sensations of pleasure. And her tits, sucked and nibbled and probed by her tireless husband, felt like they were on fire.
She didn't have to strain toward orgasm. She had only to let it wash over her in waves.
Suddenly, Rick's prick swelled and lurched deep in her cunt, and she felt his balls shift in their sac. His whole body stiffened, and he bellowed with release, dumping a hot loat of jizz in her cunt.
Sherry cried out, battering her fists against the mattress. An overwhelming climax rumbled through her body, leaving her spent and deliriously happy.
"Oh, Rick!" she gasped. "What a fuck! What a fantastic fuck!"
Unable to answer, he strained for breath, his sweaty body collapsing on top of hers.
The man at the desk in the hotel lobby told them where to find the fanciest restaurant in the area. Located at the far western edge of town, it was like an expensive jewel set amid the thick pine and oak trees.
Sherry could hardly believe he eyes when they entered the place. Beautiful crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and a rich red carpet covered the floor. The waitors were dressed in tuxedos and wore white gloves.
When they were seated and given the menus, Rick ordered an expensive bottle of wine to start out with. He reached across the table and put his hand over hers.
"I'm so glad you decided to come along with me on this trip."
Sherry smiled. "I am too. We haven't seen much of each other these last months. I can't remember the last time we went out to dinner together."
Rick looked away from her, a pained expression on his face.
"All those evenings you had to work late-it got kind of lonely," Sherry said.
Rick took a deep breath and looked up at her again. "Sherry, I have something I have to confess to you. About those late evenings-"
* Tucking that pretty brunette.' Sherry completed his sentence.
Rick coughed so hard, he nearly choked. His eyes bulged from their sockets and his face turned a bright red. "Then you know-"
"Well of course I know," Sherry said, smiling. "But I wasn't going to mention it unless you did."
"And-and you don't mind?"
"I did at first. But then I got over it. Found there were lots of things I could do to keep me busy while you fuck that beautiful woman. My only objection is that I wish you'd spend as much time with me as you do with her!"
"But darling-I'm ready to give her up! She doesn't mean anything to me! Not like you! I love you!"
Sherry smiled and patted his hand. "I know that, darling. But I also know that a little variety is the spice of life. It's all right with me if you have a playmate or two."
She decided not to tell him that she already had several playmates.
"You're the most fantastic wife a man could ever have," Rick said. "I wish I could come across the table and kiss you right now."
"Better not!" Sherry laughed.
But their little conversation had excited her, and she discovered that there was an urgency in her clit for some stimulation. Suddenly, an outrageous idea struck her, and she was determined to act on it.
She reached under the tablecloth and grabbed Rick's right foot, carefully untying the shoe and then letting it drop to the floor.
A look of surprise and bewilderment crossed Rick's face.
Sherry smiled at him and began to massage his foot through his wool sock, rubbing each toe and then working down to the instep and heel.
"Sherry-what are you doing?" Rick asked, looking all around him to see if anyone noticed what was going on.
But before Sherry could reply, the waiter had returned to their table, ready to take their order. Rick blushed, trying to keep as straight a face as he could as Sherry continued massaging his foot.
Then, just when Rick thought he had everything under control, Sherry scooted her chair as far as she could under the table and lifted the hem of her dress past the tops of her thighs. She was certain that no one had seen her maneuver.
"Shall I bring the coffee with dinner, sir?" the waiter asked.
"Y--yes!" Rick gasped as Sherry put his foot on the chair between her widespread legs.
She had Rick's foot just where she wanted it, rammed up against her clit and cunt, only the thin silk of her panties between them.
"Are you nuts?" Rick asked when the waiter had gone.
But Sherry just shook her head and giggled. With as little movement as possible, she rubbed her clit and pussy against the soft sole of Rick's foot, her face flushing with excitement as her clit got bigger and bigger and her pussy got wetter and wetter.
She groaned softly, lowering her eyelids as she always did when she got turned on. Soon her breathing became hoarse and jagged, and she fought for breath, heaving her chest, her tits nearly spilled out of her low-cut gown.
Rick watched the familiar changes overtake her. He felt the soft, steamy meat of her cunt press against his foot, and he began to get turned on.
Suddenly Sherry groaned and bent over the table, pressing her thighs together hard around his foot. When she raised her head, she was smiling dreamily, little tears at the corners of her eyes.
She let Rick's foot slide from between her hands, and flicked a strand of silvery hair from her forehead.
"You look like you enjoyed that," Rick said, beaming at her.
"Oh, I did-I did!"
It had been a short, powerful come-one that had rocked her to the core of her pussy.
"Fact is, you got me all turned on just watching."
"The fact is," Sherry said with a twinkle in her eye, "I wouldn't mind something a little more traditional shoved between my thighs right now."
"Oh, baby!" Rick groaned, looking into her smoldering eyes. "Shall we, uh, skip dinner and head on down to the beach?"
Sherry nodded. She pulled her dress down and grabbed her purse. Then they both left the table, walking quickly past the other diners and out the door.
"That was very naughty of us," Sherry said breathlessly.
"Don't worry about it. I left the waiter a big tip," Rick said, pinching her on the ass.
The drive to the beach was a short one, but Sherry massaged Rick's prick all the way there. By the time they pulled up to the lake, his cock was hot and pulsing with desire, pre-cum already oozing from the tip.
She was thrilled that he was so hot for her again, and she couldn't wait to feel his long thick prick shoved deep into her cunt.
As soon as he brought the car to a halt, she jumped out, slipped off her high heels and ran down to the sand.
"Oh-this is perfect!" she cried, twirling around in front of the water. There was a full moon, and its silvery reflection sparkled on the water's surface. "It's so romantic!"
Impatiently, she unzipped her dress and tossed it onto the sand. Her panties soon followed.
"C'mon-Rick, hurry!" she cried, running into the water.
She splashed in for several yards, and then she dove, shuddering at the shock of the cold. But she soon got used to it and swam a few strokes. When she looked back toward the beach, she saw that Rick had stripped out of his clothes and was heading for the water, his stiff prick bobbing in front of him.
"Here I come!" he cried, and in an instant he had joined her. "Oooh, you're a crazy broad!"
He laughed circling her waist with his arms and pressing her wet tits against his chest.
"Mmmmmm, what's this?" Sherry asked as she grasped his prick. The cold water had caused it to deflate a little, so she quickly shoved it up into her hot wet cunt.
"Jesus!" Rick groaned, writhing violently.
"Ooooooh, yeah!" Sherry gasped. "That's much better!"
Instantly, her husband's cock began to swell up again, lurching and spasming as it reached its full steely length.
They let themselves float in the water as they held each other tight. Sherry's legs were wrapped firmly around Rick's waist, and his arms were wrapped around hers.
It was a joyful fuck-long and rhythmic.
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They nibbled each other's ears, licked each other's neck. Rick slid his hand down to Sherry's left tit and played with the nipple, tweaking it and rubbing it between his thumb and firt finger.
"Ooooh, I like that!" she gasped, flexing her cunt muscles so they grabbed his prick hard.
"Aw, Christ!" Rick groaned. It was enough to pull him off, and with a mighty heave, he shot hot jizz into Sherry's pussy.
She was just on the brink of coming when he had his orgasm, so she frantically rocked her body back and forth on his still-hard prick, making sure her clit rubbed roughly against his groin.
"That's it! That's it!" she cried, shaking violently as three orgasms slammed through her pussy, one right after the other.
They kissed each other and released their grip, and Rick's prick slipped from Sherry's cunt. She felt a moment of loss when her cunt was emptied, but she rolled over onto her belly and swam back to shore. Then she ran shivering up the beach to where Rick had laid their picnic blanket.
She thought Rick was behind her, but as she strained her eyes to pick out his figure, she could only see the silvery water and the long stretch of beach before her.
She panicked for a moment, thinking that he might have had a cramp and gone under.
"Rick, Rick! Where are you!" she cried frantically as she got up and ran toward the water.
"Hey-don't get excited! I'm right here!" he moaned.
She looked toward the sound of his voice and with great relief saw him coming up over a sand dune, some driftwood in his arms.
Gratefully, she sank back down to the blanket and absendy began diddling her clit-a habit she had when she was scared or excited. Rick watched affectionately, then began to arrange the wood and light the fire.
When a good blaze was going, he lay down next to Sherry. She had managed to arouse herself again, her fingers flashing in and out of her tireless pussy.
"God-you're incredible! Don't tell me you're still horny!"
Sherry lowered her head, embarrassed.
"I don't think I can get it up again for awhile," Rick said.
"That's okay," she murmured, putting her hand behind his neck and pulling his face to hers so she could kiss his lips.
His lips were soft and warm, and his breath was sweet. She couldn't resist slipping her tongue between his lips and running it around his mouth.
When she broke the kiss she said: "Let me suck you, baby. Just for fun."
"Sure-if you want. But like I said, I don't think I can get hard again for awhile."
Sherry gripped his soft prick in her hand and ran her fist up to the cock-knob and back down to the balls a few times.
His prick jerked weakly but remained limp in her hand. Then, sticking out her tongue, she swiped it up one side and down the other, pausing at the root to lave and nibble at the flesh just above his balls.
"Ungh!" Rick groaned, fucking up at her.
Again, his prick spasmed, but this time Sherry thought that it felt more rigid. Her spirits soared.
"Mmmm, you taste good, Rick!" she gasped. Then she laved his prick again, only this time, when she reached his prickhead she ovaled her lips and took the cockhead inside her mouth.
"Oh, Sherry!" Rick groaned, his legs tensing as she sucked and licked the top half of his prick.
Playfully, she poked and tickled the underside, the most sensitive spot on Rick's cock. He groaned and grimaced, his belly muscles tightening.
Sherry took her mouth off of his cock for a moment.
"Touch me, Rick! Touch me!" She jutted-her chest forward and her big tits jiggled invitingly, the firelight creating dramatic shadows in the cleavage.
"Oh baby!" Rick gasped, reaching up for her tits and sinking his fingernails into the supple flesh.
"Mmmm, yeah!" Sherry moaned, her eyes rolling up in their sockets.
Her cunt was bubbling with pussyjuice and her heart was pounding with excitement. And still she managed to suck his cock, working her fist up and down the lower half as she mouthed the upper.
"In-ungh-in your throat!" Rick gasped, rubbing her tits hard, leaving thin red marks all along the delicate white skin.
Sherry arched her back and neck and, taking a deep breath, sucked his prick in her mouth to the root. His cock-knob shot down her throat, and she immediately began to undulate her throat muscles, milking his prick.
Rigid as steel, his cock pulsed and spasmed in her thraot and mouth, and good as it felt, Sherry knew it would feel even better fucked up her cunt.
"Aaaaaugh!" Rick gasped in surprise when she pulled back, unsheathing his cock. The cockshaft shone obscenely in the firelight, and Sherry whmpered with excitement at the weird way it seemed to shrink and swell in the flickering light.
She grabbed Rick's hands and pulled them off of her tits so she could move freely. Then crawled over him, straddling his hips so that cuntjuice dribbled from her pussy onto his cockshaft and balls.
"Oh baby!" Rick groaned.
"Yes, yes!" Sherry hissed, undulating her body so her ripe tits bobbed. Rick reached up for them, but she arched her back, taking them out of his reach.
She grabbed his prickshaft and held it steady and upright, and then she lowered herself onto it, sighing with pleasure as it fucked her tight cunthole.
"Aw Christ, Sherry!" Rick cried, fucking up at her, pounding his cockhead to the farthest reaches of her pussy.
She shuddered with excitement, pausing for a moment to let all the delicious sensations of his entry echo through her body. Then she began to ride his cock, fucking up and down and back and forth so that his prick could penetrate every inch of her cunt.
Her clit was pulled roughtly along his hairy groin and her ass was stimulated by the bouncing of her asscheeks agaist his thighs.
Within minutes she was at the peak, crying out her pleasure.
As the last rumbles of the first orgasm faded in the depths of her pussy, another rose up in her clit, its jagged heat racing through her cuntlips and pussy and up her spine.
"Yes, yes, come! Come!" Rick groaned, his eyes bulging, his feet slamming against the blanket.
Sherry came a third time, the stinging, shattering sensations racing through her tits as well, so that her whole body was a raging mass of lust.
Rick slapped her violently across her tits just as he shot a hot wad of jizz in her cunt, and a fourth orgasm ripped through her, piercing every nerve like a hot needle.
Crying with pleasure, Sherry collapsed on top of him, happy and satisfied.
