She stared at her large, softly up-thrust, swollen breasts in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Her hand cupped one, lifting it. Then she let it stop quiveringly free. Her finger and thumb pinched her nipple again, and she stared, watching herself doing it, seeing her nipple gather, suddenly swell, and come to life like a flower budding open to the rays of the sun. It became pointed and taut.
Ellen West's mouth opened slightly, her breath coming lighter and faster from her panting lungs, and she watched in the mirror as she put both hands on her nipples and pinched. Her eyes were half-closed, a look of self-indulgent lasciviousness coming over her sublimely beautiful face with its short, upturned nose and full, pouting red mouth. Her short, curly brown hair was still in a perfect coiffure on the top of her head, not a hair out of place. It looked to be made up of many, many ringlets intermingling with one another.
The breasts she was caressing were large, though not overly so. She had brown, actually tan nipples and areolas, and though she would have preferred them a sensuous pink, she was content with what she had. Her waist was very tight and narrow, and her hips swelled, but not too much. They weren't boyish, but they weren't overly large. The hair between her thighs was carefully trimmed, as if she were going to play a nude chorus girl. Not a curling hair out of place there, either.
She gently dug her rich red nails into her tenderly pink, somewhat pale flesh. Her spiky nipples grew very taut and became even more sensitive. She closed her eyes and shuddered, taking a deep breath.
Oh! It felt so very good. She didn't like the idea of touching herself, but didn't have much choice at this point. She had never done anything like this before, though she had thought about it often enough.
During the winter months there was no need for this. During the winter months Kenny West, star catcher for the Chicago Hornets, was home. He made love to her whenever she needed him, and even though his lovemaking was stodgy and old-fashioned, using nothing but the missionary position every time, it did satisfy the ache in her groin. But now, during the month and a half of spring training, when he had been down south, she had been going through agony, and with spring training over, the team was starting its schedule playing away, which meant she had to go two more weeks without seeing Kenny.
Now her mind had conjured up an imaginary lover. Her lover wasn't at all the balky, hefty man her husband was, but rather a powerful, yet supple man who treated her roughly. Kenny, for all his bulk, was gentle, very gentle. If only Kenny were able to treat her a little roughly, if only he were able to vary their lovemaking, then everything would be perfect with him, and she would somehow or other be able to bear waiting for him while he was away.
This was her second season married to the star catcher. Last season had been hell for the twenty-three-year-old woman. They had married in November, and he had taught her what little he knew about lovemaking. It was enough to whet her appetite and make her want more and more, and if Kenny didn't vary the diet, at least he fed her as much cock as she needed, whenever she needed it, until ... until spring training. Then she had suffered the pangs of withdrawal. But at the end of spring training the previous year, the team had started playing its games at home, and so Kenny had been able to make mad, passionate love to her again until his team had gone on the road. Once again she had gone through the withdrawal pangs, but by the time they had become acute the team was home again.
Home, away, home, away, and she had somehow gotten through the baseball season.
Now it had started all over again. Now she was twenty-four. Now the withdrawal pangs were more acute than ever, and she had been waiting for Kenny to come home after spring training. But he had been home for the day, one miserable day, in which time he had been able to make love to her only twice, after which he had packed, and had gone "to work." Now he would be away for two weeks, two long, terrible weeks, and Ellen was certain she would never be able to stand it another two weeks. Two long, terrible, shattering weeks.
She had picked up books at the used bookstore, books with pictures, not illustrations but photographs; books showing the different ways men and women made love, and in the book she had seen a woman masturbating, touching herself with her fingers, and so Ellen West, alone and miserable, had decided she would try and assuage the yearning pangs in her body with her own fingers.
The thought of Kenny doing something other than merely fucking her made her body tremble with wanton excitement. She shook and shuddered from head to foot, feeling overpowering arousal shudder through her. She felt sexual desire as never before as she imagined seeing her husband's mouth kissing her vagina. Thrilling anticipation, the--likes of which she had never before imagined, charged through her quivering body, making her quake with burning lust, the heat of which blasted scaldingly through her.
Her purple eyes half-closed, her eyesight suddenly more than a little fuzzy, and her brain spinning and reeling, the beautiful young wife once again admired the rest of her nakedness. Her magnificent thighs were soft and rounded, and she imagined herself bruised and welted from being manhandled. Her groin was already flushing a rich pink.
She turned very slowly, twisting her head to look at her reflection, staring at the fullness of her proudly fleshed buttocks. A deep, dark, tingling shudder began vibrating its way up her quaking spinal column when she imagined seeing marks of a man's fingers embedded in the softly yielding tenderness of her flesh.
All of this which she was imagining was like some hidden guilty secret that was all hers at this sexual moment when she nakedly stood in front of the mirror and began to brazenly look at her quivering body, turning this way and that, touching herself in all her erogenous zones.
Ellen smiled to herself, thinking this was the way a prostitute behaved with a customer, massaging her intimate parts and letting him admire "the merchandise" he has temporarily purchased. Another thrill chased the first one through her quivering body as she imagined herself a prostitute, a whore, standing in a room with a multitude of other streetwalkers, proudly showing off her body to them, letting them to see it was a good body, probably much better than what any of them had to offer. They would look at her and feel jealous, knowing they would never be able to really compete with her.
She stood perfectly still, her eyes gazing off into nowhere. Many women at one time or another in their lives had imagined and fantasized what it would be like to be a common trollop, a prostitute working in a whore house. She knew almost none of the baseball wives she knew would ever admit to such a thing, but many women are secretly excited by such an idea, just as she was at this particular moment.
Ellen found herself being aroused more and more by the idea, building her excitement by imagining her husband, Kenny, handling her roughly. She wondered if, when he was on the road, he played around with other women. She might not forgive him for doing so, even though she was able to understand why. But no, not Kenny. When it came to sex, he was able to take it or leave it. He made love for hours on end or he wouldn't make love for days at a time, and either way it would never faze him.
Her fingers once again returned to the swollen buds of her erect nipples and she continued fondling, tweaking and pinching them as hard as she dared, feeling a stinging pain shooting through them, as well as through her quivering, quaking, shuddering body-a pain which eventually turned into hot, smoking delight. Her aching, wet trembling vaginal gully was burning and itching with an overpowering fierceness that would not be denied. She squeezed and crushed her firm young thighs tightly together, compressing her lust-swollen vaginal lips, feeling an intense delight and a brief momentary respite.
Brazenly, Ellen walked closer to the full length mirror, admiring her lovely white torso with a guilty glee. She was a very sexy creature. It was a full-blown, shuddering body, and imagining herself as a wanton, she also imagined she was, without doubt, the best whore in the entire brothel. She was the star attraction, and though the other girls were available, men stood in line just waiting for her.
The thought sent a new series of chills shivering up the length of her quivering spine. She stood straight, shoulders back, her burning, aching nipples touching the cold glass of the mirror. Her breath was coming more and more rapidly now, leaving a little spot fogged on the mirror. With the flat of her hands she began feeling her rib cage, letting her moving fingers wander down over her tautly flat stomach, feeling all the imaginary bruises and seeing the non-existent, four, wavering, parallel finger scratch marks that started at the top of her pubic hair and went straight up to her navel.
Her hands were buried in her pubic hair now, a secret place where she had never before touched herself prior to this day. One palm cupped her round, prominent mount of Venus, and her fingertips discovered the delicate valley between her inner lips where her budding clitoris resided. One outstretched finger now barely touched her clitoris, and yet it was enough to send a series of lewd, delightful pleasures rippling through her tremblingly naked young body, making the pink nodule swell until it was a vibrant capsule that was oiled with her inner arousal and excitement. To her, it felt like a ball-bearing inserted in her body as her finger rolled over it again and again, rubbing it, sending ever-increasing waves of wildly lascivious pleasure racing through her quivering body.
Ellen stopped and licked her pursed lips somewhat nervously. Although she had read about masturbation and had seen pictures in that illustrated book, until she had never once permitted herself to touch her vagina or any part of her between her thighs. It was wrong, it somehow or other didn't seem normal. Now, feeling her sensually aroused body so quakingly feverish, feeling as if she would simply burst into a million pieces if she stopped, she knew this was the time for her to be wicked and indulge herself. As long as Kenny was away and she had no one and nothing to feed the hunger enveloping her, then she had the right to behave as she wished.
Checking the bathroom door, making certain it was locked, the naked brunette dragged a stool over to the mirror and stood in front of it again, taking in the slenderness of her five-foot-four-inch shapely body which was crowned by her glory-her two, swollen, melon-shaped breasts.
Now she lifted one foot and put it on the stool, the knee bent and to the side, exposing her nakedly glistening pink throbbing pussy. Her eyelids began fluttering like butterfly wings as she put her hands on her widespread, oily pussylips, then began to gently, slowly, somewhat lasciviously spread the tenderly fluted labia even wider, thereby exposing a coral slit inside. Staring in the silvered mirror, she looked at the reflection of her wetly pulsating cunt and its tiny, distended clitoris. Without any volition on her part, without a conscious order coming from her brain, her fingers suddenly began working at the sensitive little nerve bud, sending rippling spasms of salacious pleasure rampantly charging through her shuddering body.
The beautiful young wife's eyes were now almost totally closed and her nostrils were widely flaring as she watched herself in the full-length mirror. She tried hard to imagine how it would be and how she would feel doing a wicked thing like this in front of some man who was willing to pay to watch this. She would love doing it I
Crouching a little, she slowly pushed her middle finger into the narrow hole that was her tightly clasping cunt. She was surprised at the difficulty she had pushing her finger inside, feeling the slipperiness of the lubrication as the heatedly velvet walls began instantly milking her finger. She contracted her vaginal muscles even more tightly, squeezing on the finger as she shoved it all the more deeply inside. It felt good, so very good.
She began sawing her finger in and out, noting how tightly her channel closed around it, and she wondered how her husband was able to fit something as thick as a stiff penis into her. She began pumping her hips back and forth, keeping time with the stroking of her finger inside her vagina. The entire time she watched herself in the mirror, fascinated with the lewdness of her pumping motion. Her body was burning up with feverish delight, flaring all over with a wildly molten feeling now beginning to stir deep in her shuddering groin.
Her orgasm was already hidden there, lurking, building, starting to rise, moving higher each time she increased the tempo of her moving finger, pushing it in and out of her hotly pulsing pussy, pulling the manual digit almost all the way out as her husband pulled his penis out, then plunging it wetly right back inside and up to her palm. Her hips were pumping easily, smoothly, with a lewd fucking motion she had once seen when she and her husband, with two of the other players on the team and their wives, had gone to a bar and seen a topless go-go dancer. He had all but dragged her in at the time, and she had felt so embarrassed. Seeing a half-naked woman unashamedly shake her breasts in front of so many men was what had initially started her wondering what it would be like to be naked in front of men other than her husband.
Now she wished she had paid more attention to the movements of that girl. She would have loved dancing the same way for Kenny. No matter how tired he was, she knew she would bring that penis of his to life just long enough for it to do the job she wanted it to accomplish. Her mind was bloated with all the heated licentious thoughts she was having. She wanted to take her nakedness outside. She wanted to take it to Hornet Stadium and dance before fifty-thousand people and listen to all of them cheer her on. Yes, yes, she wanted to hear how everyone admired her body.
Her brazen thoughts burned in her brain and made her continually increase her rhythmic tempo, intensifying the pace of her finger-fucking of her cunt, driving the manual digit in and out of her seething pussy. She crouched a little and spread her thighs a little more. Suddenly her free hand was cupping the fullness of her left breast, squeezing the outstanding nipple, pinching it tightly, sending bolts of thrillingly pained sensuality through her body that mingled like an explosive smoky substance in her cloying groin, boiling, building and churning as it drove her harder and harder.
She was going to climax. The wantonly aroused, hip-jerking woman felt that her orgasm was going to be deliciously sweet and searing in spite of the fact that she had no cock inside her. It was going to be the most singularly thrilling thing she had ever known outside of her husband's cock. Her nakedly voluptuous body had tautened and was tense now, and her full breasts were bouncing up and down and to the sides at a faster pace as she continued punching her finger in and out, moving it more and more quickly.
She needed more. She needed to feel something more. Her free hand left her breast and moved down her body, sliding behind her, her fingertips clawing at her buttocks. She had read that there were sensitive nerve-endings in the anus connected to the vagina that would enhance her orgasm if massaged at the proper time, and so her finger reached for her anus. She jumped when her outstretched fingers touched the tiny hole, feeling it so ultra-sensitive. Kenny had never touched her back there. Yet an urgency, an unrelenting need and the lewd promise the book had made of untold carnal delights, made her continue.
Her finger was now pressing against the tight, rubbery ring and began pushing into it, parting it, and she felt her finger filling the entrance to her rectum. The sweetly forbidden feeling filled her with a lust-crazed desire she had never dreamed of before. The muscle of her sphincter closed tightly around her fingertip. A low, lewd moan escaped from the depths of her throat as she watched herself in the mirror and felt her ripely sensitive body beginning an inward swelling she knew had to culminate in orgasmic satisfaction.
Her finger continued fucking in and out of her tight anus and she hissed in her breath. Her voice caught in her throat for a moment, and it seemed like a complete stranger who gasped, "IT'SSSSS ... sssss-o-o-o-o-o--. . .
GOOOOOOOOD ... AAAANNNN-HHHH ... "
The feelings were thrilling her so much that it made her think of all the wonderful things she wanted to do with Kenny when he got back home. With Kenny? Was she able to wait that long? She was willing to do them with anyone and everyone.
The thought fused and exploded in her aching mind, then went wild wish her orgasm, her face contorting nakedly in front of the mirror as she saw her cunt lips press around her moving fingers.
"AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH-UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAA-GGGGGHHHHH. ... GGGGGHHHHH-AAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHUUUU-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGG-HHHH!" she bellowed in the echoing bathroom of her private home as she bent over and crouched. Perspiration broke out on her forehead because of the effort she was applying in bringing herself to satisfaction as she sawed madly in and out of her pulpy pussy, feeling oils from within splash all over her fingers and hand as she wormed her driving finger deeper and deeper, while the forefinger of her other hand pressed even further into her anus. Mad, obscene thoughts ran through her mind. Suppose, just suppose she played the part of a whore for one night!
Her hips pumped and her belly continued moving in abandoned rhythmic undulations, and her loins continued rhythmically fucking outward, pushing toward the mirror in a smooth, ball-bearing way that looked so deliciously obscene. The sight of her finger glistening on the out-stroke, then plunging into her cunt all the way on the in-stroke aroused her, making her think of it as a slender penis. Her thumb massaged the little coral nubbin of her tender clitoris. She began panting more heavily, crouching lower, splaying out her thighs all the more widely, allowing herself even greater freedom in poking into the depths of her tender rectum.
Slowly a lassitude began overtaking her as she realized she was coming down from the peak of her orgasm. She felt so lewd, so satisfied, yet also somewhat dissatisfied because she knew there was more and better satisfaction waiting for her if she dared go out and find it.
When the Hornets were out of town, the Knights were in town. So there was always a baseball team around. As the wife of a baseball player she had a free box seat when either team was playing, and she certainly ought to be able to use it. Not that she knew or cared anything about baseball, but she would be able to get into the stadium, even go to the locker room. Both teams had lots of eligible bachelors. When the Hornets were in town, she'd be able to stay with Kenny, but when he was on the road and the Knights were in town, why not make a play for at least one of those eligible bachelors? Her body needed satisfying. It was no longer a question of fidelity. Fidelity be damned, because if she remained faithful she would tear the hair out of her head. Her finger was being used to satisfy her tonight, but even now she realized it wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed a good, solid cock.
Oh damn! she thought, turning on the shower. I want to be fucked.
Fucked she would be, and if she were discreet about it, no one would ever know.
CHAPTER TWO
At first she had considered approaching the locker room simply as herself, Ellen West, but the more she thought about it, the more Ellen realized what a disaster it would be if one of the Knights recognized her as Kenny West's wife. No, she had to be someone else.
To begin with, she needed a place for a liaison. Bringing men directly to her home would invite the eyes of curious neighbors. No problem there. Last fall, Kenny had bought a little summer cottage out in the suburbs, a place with lots of trees around it and plenty of privacy. Since she paid all the bills, any electric bills that came in from the cottage she would be able to handle without Kenny knowing anything about it.
For company she had her pet cat, a furry Angora, all white. She took the cat with her wherever she went-shopping, driving, anywhere and everywhere. She called it Lucifer after a cat in Disney's Cinderella, though in truth it was just a friendly house pet and had no desire to chase mice.
That following day, she took Lucifer with her and went shopping. She bought a blonde stretch wig with long, billowing straight strands. To make certain it stayed on, she pinned it into place. She actually considered buying a blonde merkin for her vagina, but hadn't the nerve to enter one of those stores that sold such things. Besides, many men bleached their hair. Any man who saw she was brown below wouldn't be unduly surprised. Ellen bought different perfumes than the ones she usually used, and purchased different shades of lipstick, changing from fiery red to blushing pink. Though she had never used eye makeup before, now she bought blue eye shadow, and rich black mascara. Last, but not least, there were the purple-shaded sun glasses.
That evening, she poured herself into a low-cut cocktail dress, exposing the upper halves of her breasts, which were pushed up by a half-brassiere. The brassiere was very thin, and it was abrasive enough to tease her nipples into hardness so they poked against the dress, standing out very clearly. The dress was violet and matched the color of her lenses. Then she took Lucifer with her and drove to the stadium where the Knights' game had been in progress for nearly two hours.
Forgetting about going into the stadium itself as Kenny West's wife, Ellen, went around to the players' entrance and parked her car among the many different cars already parked there. She wanted to rent a car, but it would have been ridiculously expensive. Instead, she left her own car hidden amongst those of the players.
Taking Lucifer, she got out of the car and walked over to the entrance. Then she simply stood there, leaning against the wall, hoping it wasn't too dirty.
Less than fifteen minutes later, a handsome young man emerged from the players' entrance. He was tall, about six-feet-two, with dark-blonde hair in a crew cut, a straight nose, and a rigid, rugged jaw. He was wearing a blue sport coat over an open-collared white shirt and a blue pair of slacks.
The moment he saw her, he said, "Can I help you ma'am? Are you waiting for anyone in particular? The game won't be over for at least another half hour."
"Who are you?" she asked in a soft, almost whispering voice.
"I'm Jerry Nunno, one very sorry relief pitcher who had one very bad night tonight. Two innings pitched and two runs given up."
"Well, Jerry, I'm sure your wife will find some way to console you," she said to him. "I'm surprised she isn't here to be with you, seeing that you already left the game."
"Well, I'm not married," Jerry confided to her. "Heck, I'm not even engaged."
"Poor man," she whispered, feeling the pulses in her body quicken as her cunt tightened. "After a bad time like that you need some kind of consolation."
"Uhhhhh ... look ... lady ... I don't know what you're thinking, but I don't have money for any kind of frivolity. I only came up to the team this year, and if I pitch like this much longer, they'll ship me right back to the minors."
"Who said anything about money?" Ellen asked. "I don't want your money, Mr. Nunno. In spite of what you may think I look like, all I am is a lonely woman. I'm merely looking for a way to alleviate the loneliness. Of course, if you feel you're not interested in me, well then, you just go on and be miserable by drowning your sorrows at some local bar. Go on and ruin your health and hurt your pitching that much more."
"Boy, you can sure read a guy's mind," Jerry nodded. "Okay, just what is it you have in mind?"
CHAPTER THREE
Jerry Nunno had a small foreign roadster, a convertible, and he invited Ellen to sit in the passenger's seat. She continued scratching Lucifer's head the entire time.
Ellen would have been willing to direct him to her summer home, but Jerry said he had an apartment that was only a few minutes away. Ellen nodded and told him that would be fine.
The apartment was in a building in the middle rent district. It was a small, bachelor, one-and-a-half room apartment, and it was obvious Jerry had been in a hurry to leave because his bed was unmade and he had underclothing lying all around. He quickly scooped everything up and dumped it into the bathroom hamper.
"I don't get it," Jerry said, pouring a stiff Scotch for each of them from a bottle into two water glasses, then sitting on the sofa. "You're a lady of quality. It's obvious you're not looking for money, so just what is it you want?"
"To be very frank," she told him, "I want a good, stiff cock. I think you're just the man to provide it, if you think you can keep your mouth shut about it afterward."
Jerry was staring at her in somewhat numbed disbelief. Even some of the hookers he knew used more delicate language than that. He was astonished at the seemingly nonchalant way she had said everything, never realizing her own heart was pounding far more rapidly than his. Ellen was worried she might have gone too far, yet she had committed herself, and all that remained was how the man would react to what she had said.
Her lewd words had excited him in a thrilling, forbidden way, and he was horrified to discover he was trembling. What was more, he was developing an erection. That was something she was certain to notice.
At that moment, Lucifer, whom Ellen had set on the floor once they had entered the apartment, suddenly decided to leap into Jerry Nunno's lap. The white cat began to instantly curl into a white fluffy ball, purring very loudly as Jerry's hands automatically went toward the cat and began petting it.
"My, Lucifer--likes you!" she whispered, the light glinting off her glasses from the nearby lamp, making her look even more exciting. "He usually doesn't take to strangers so quickly..." which was a lie, because Lucifer thought everyone in the world was a cushion where he might make himself happy. "Anyone he--likes has to innately be a very good person. Our tastes are very similar."
"Yeah, but I sure wish he'd find some way to loosen up my pitching arm so I can do better."
"This was your first appearance," Ellen told him. "You were tense and nervous. From now on, when you go out there, you're going to be relaxed. You'll loosen up, you're arm will be in good shape, and you'll do exceptionally well."
"What makes you so sure?" he asked, somewhat embarrassed. At this point Jerry didn't know what to do. He really didn't want the white cat sitting on his lap, but at the same time he felt he might offend the beautiful lady with the purple glasses were he to brush the animal off.
"Just pet Lucifer two or three times and you'll get all the luck you'll need," she told him, knowing how superstitious baseball players often were. If he believed he was lucky, the chances were that next time out he would pitch better.
Jerry ran his hand over the cat's sleek body a few times, and then Ellen said, "See, that's all there is to it." Leaning toward Jerry, she reached into his lap, saying, "Lucifer, don't be a pest, get out of Mr. Nunno's lap right now."
Her hand delved into his lap to pick up the unwilling cat, and as she did so, her slender fingers came into direct contact with the ever-growing, ever-swelling bulge of his rapidly growing penis.
Behind her glasses, Ellen's eyes widened in mock surprise, and tossing the surprised Angora on the floor unceremoniously, she began to stare directly at the handsome young man, realizing he was probably only a year or two older than she.
"Why, Jerry, you have yourself one king-sized erection!"
Jerry didn't know where to look, what to do, or what to say. Her touch had been like a firebrand on the head of his throbbing penis, but he had hoped against hope that the lovely blonde hadn't noticed. He felt very embarrassed.
"I ... uhhhh ... well..."
Ellen didn't seem to hear his mumbled words. She moved a little closer to him, feeling her own body starting to shudder as she realized she was going to go through with it. She was going to seduce another man and let him fuck her. Her body was already on fire and Ellen was aware he was only too sensitive to her being there. The perfume she was using was expensive, even if not her own usual brand, and it filled his sensitive nostrils.
"You're not a baby," she said to him. "There's no reason to be ashamed of an erection."
Jerry Nunno had fooled around with some hookers in his time, and he had even made time with one or two girls back in his home town, but this was the first time he was with what he felt was a sophisticated lady. Her body had him as aroused and excited as a schoolboy about to get his first taste of sex. He felt like such a bumbling fool!
"Yeah, I know," he said.
"Tell me, am I the reason for your erection? I'd like to think I am, but I'd like to hear it from you."
Jerry sat, head bent forward a little, electrifyingly aware of the uncomfortable pulsating of his desire-swollen, throbbingly expanded penis. He wanted to get up and walk away from her. Hell! He was used to being the one in control, and she was wresting that control from him. This was mortifying, at the very least. Yet she was one special lady, all right.
"Well, there's only one way to find out," she said.
Jerry felt his heart pounding all the more rapidly. He was wondering just what it was she intended doing. He was feeling confused.
Slowly he lifted his head, raising his eyes as she stood up. He wanted to see what she was doing. He felt his lower jaw suddenly fall open, and his eyes seemed to bulge widely when he realized she had quickly and expertly removed her violet dress, though she still had those glasses on. She was standing in front of him wearing the white, lacy half-brassiere and a matching pair of bikini panties.
"Look, Miss ... I..." he began falteringly, suddenly realizing his mouth was very dry. His wide-open eyes were straining with disbelief and his body was burning with arousal. The sight of her lush, nearly naked body caused his anguished penis to leap painfully against the tight confines of his slacks, and he almost cringed with embarrassment when he noticed she seemed to be looking at the obscene bulge between his thighs.
Ellen felt her heart pounding more rapidly. She ought to have felt afraid. She ought to have at least felt a twinge of guilt. She didn't. She felt thrilled and aroused. She was enjoying this entire scene. Being the dominant party for the first time made her feel good.
"Well," she said, letting her breath out, "I guess that sort of answers my question."
There was a kind of enigmatic smile on her lovely face as she stood there, hands on hips. Her roundness, her white flesh, her semi-nakedness, were more than Jerry was able to stand. He was only human, after all. He was flesh, blood, and bone, and she had teased him beyond endurance. Besides, this was why they had come here in the first place.
With an almost savage snarl, the blonde-haired youth lunged unexpectedly at the beautiful Ellen. He grabbed her and dragged her over to the unmade bed, then fell to the mattress with her beside him. Without hesitation, he began grinding his lips solidly against hers in a hungry, brutal kiss, and was astonished to find her lips opening, permitting his lancing, searching tongue to enter the warm moistness of her oral cave. He felt the palpitating hardness of her nipples pushing through the material of her brassiere and digging into his chest, and he felt his head swirling as he was enveloped in an aura of mounting lust. He had to fuck her! He had to take possession of her ripe, lush torso, and had to fuck the daylights out of her.
Still, realizing she was controlling everything, he hesitated. Someone had once told him that sex was bad for athletics. He had scoffed at it as an old wives' tale, but still ... what if it were true?
"Hey, look, I may have to pitch tomorrow
"Good!" Ellen whispered to him. "Then what you need is some final relaxation. Believe me, you'll be in better shape to pitch tomorrow than you've been in for a long a time."
"I don't know..." he gasped, and with an almost superhuman effort, he pulled himself from the deliciously enticing body of the delectable blonde-haired woman, forcing himself to stand up. His painfully throbbing penis was still monumentally erect, and his body was quivering with suppressed passion. Reluctantly, he tore his eyes away from the warm sensuality of her delighted flesh and stood there, feeling like a fool.
Ellen was inwardly gasping. She was so close ... so close ... she wasn't going to lose this cock, not now, not ever. She wanted the stupid fool to fuck her, and by damned he was going to do just that. Her body was yearning for a long hard cock. She hadn't gone through all this simply to be rejected again. Hell no!
"Look, lady," Jerry Nunno gasped, coughing a little, trying to make his voice sound as normal as possible. "Maybe we oughtn't do anything tonight. Look, you're a beautiful lady, I admit, but I'm still feeling depressed about what happened at the ball game. I might make one lousy lay. I'm sorry. I'll take you back to your car, and I hope something like this never happens again."
Ellen wasn't going to take this lying down ... well, not figuratively, even if she was literally lying down. She unsnapped her brassiere while he was facing away from her, then slid out of her panties, and dropped everything to the floor. Aloud, she said, "Jerry, look at me and say that again."
Jerry lifted his eyes and stared in total and utter disbelief at the long, lithe, lovely form of the lady. He gasped, his eyes bugging out in amazement at the delectable sight that now greeted them. She had gotten to her feet and was clasping her hands behind her neck, making her breasts stand out all the more, and they were big, beautiful breasts, all right. She let herself turn three-hundred-and-sixty degrees around, letting him get a good look at all of her.
Jerry's eyes felt as if they would pop from their sockets at any moment as he took in the delightful and delicious sight of the lovely tan circles in the middle of her upswept, creamy breasts, surmounted by the nut-like hardness of her two erect tan nipples. Still finding himself unable to believe what he was looking at, his glance fell to her lovely tufted triangle of soft brown hair as it curled at the juncture of her full-fleshed, firm thighs. Fully aware of his licentiously lustful scrutiny, the lascivious Ellen slightly parted her long, tapering thighs, and Jerry caught enticing glimpses of blushing pink pussy flesh peeping through the well-manicured wisps of brown hair.
The ball player's entire body began trembling and shaking with ungovernable passion and sensation as indecision once again flared through him. What was she doing? It was obvious she was intent on carrying this thing through to completion. She was standing there naked, holding her arms out to him, inviting him to kiss her again, but surely she knew, undressed as she was, that if he did kiss her one more time he was going to royally screw the ass off her. Hell! He was giving her an opportunity to back out gracefully, but she seemed to be ignoring everything other than a want for him.
Jerry suddenly realized he was acting like some kind of fool. Deep down, he wanted more than anything else in the world to take the nakedly passionate woman standing before him and fuck her to death. Shit! He had the bed covers open and everything.
But damn it all to hell! He had his future to think about. What if fucking really was unhealthy for an athlete in the middle of his season? Then he would be ruining himself. It was unthinkable that he would be willing to jeopardize his entire major league career in baseball for a roll in the hay with this seductively luscious and beautiful lady. It was wrong. Yet, how he wanted to take his eagerly jerking, pulsating penis and cram it to the hilt into that tight pussy of hers. Hell!
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"I'm in training," he lamely replied.
"Stop behaving like a fool," she whispered seductively. "A little sex is perfect therapy for a man in training. Don't you understand that your poor performance on the mound tonight was due to the simple fact that you're frustrated. Married ballplayers all go home after the game is finished, and do you think they abstain from their wives during the season?"
"Well ... no ... I guess not."
"What's wrong, Jerry? Am I unappealing?"
"Of course not!"
"Don't you want to fuck me?"
The obscene words came from her mouth with whispered softness, and the sensuous sound of them slowly wafted over to Jerry's ears, catching him completely off-guard. For a long moment he remained standing there as if hypnotized, feeling helpless and unable to do anything other than stare at the beautiful naked woman with the long soft brown hair and purple-lensed glasses. Now he noticed her richly-rouged pink cheeks, too.
Finally he was unable to resist any longer. Her arguments, added to her beauty, were too strong.
All thoughts of his work, of baseball, of his future and position with the Knights suddenly leaped from his seething brain. He was completely incensed by the delightful sight of this delectably voluptuous, ripely-shaped woman who had the courage to stand before him, totally naked. Inflamed by her lascivious words, he lost total control of himself.
Moaning and groaning in abandoned lust, he reached out and grabbed at her again, toppling her lovely form over backward on the bed. Again his heatedly hungering mouth sought and found hers in an overpowering, crushing kiss, but this time his lips didn't linger on hers. Instead, his mouth dropped to the warm, pulsing slope of her long, swan-like neck, moving even lower still to enclose first one-and then the other-hard, berry-like nubbin of her nipple between his anxiously chewing teeth. His tongue began drubbing the little knobs mercilessly, making the surrounding areolas swell and expand with more and more squirming pleasure.
"YES! YES! I WANT TO FUCK YOU!" he finally admitted.
He reached out and took off her glasses, putting them on the nearby night table, looking at her mascara-blackened lashes, and the heavy blue eye shadow she had applied.
He had all but spat the lascivious words out of his hungry lust-constricted mouth as his writhing hands began to roam uncontrollably over the naked softness of her body. They forced themselves between her sleek, inner thighs and then came into contact with the lovely, hair-fringed outer lips of her moistly bubbling vagina.
Jerry felt the sweet, delicate folds of her swollen, blood-filled vaginal lips starting to quiver with anticipatory pleasure, and he began to tenderly stroke her warmly pulsing womanly moistness with his anxious and eager fingers. What a beautiful cunt she possessed.
Ellen, mewling softly and with mounting excitement, arched her back and began flexing her wetly dilated pussy against the man's diligently probing fingers in an agony of arousal.
"UNNNHHH!" she gasped. "YES, YES, YES," she pleaded breathlessly with him. "GET YOUR CLOTHES OFF AND START FUCKING ME, OR I'LL DIE RIGHT HERE IN YOUR APARTMENT..."
The impassioned blonde youth needed no second urging from the beautiful Ellen West, and he hurriedly stripped off his clothing within seconds. With an almost animalistic groan, the handsome youth threw himself full length on top of Tier naked young body, but this time he was as naked as she. The rock hardness of his throbbing cock began searching for the tantalizing warmth of the wetness jammed between her eagerly quivering thighs.
"UMMMMM ... AHHHHHHHHH ... DARLING ... YOUR COCK ... IT'S SO BIG, SO HARD, SO THICK ... I CAN'T WAIT TO FEEL IT LODGED INSIDE ME."
Jerry's head was wildly starting to spin and he was frenzied to the point of almost total irrationality. He had never before in his life encountered a woman as voluptuous, sexy and arousing as this mysterious blonde he had met outside the players' entrance to the stadium.
He deeply inhaled the delightfully delicious, intoxicating aroma of her perfume, her flesh, and her femininity as his hands continued coursing over her soft, warm body. She was his and he was going to enjoy every last second of her.
Yes, yes, yes! This was what Ellen had been dreaming of, this was what Ellen West wanted. If her own husband was not available, then she had found a substitute cock. Ohhhhh yesssss! The feel of his thick penis rubbing against her thigh already had her spasming as minor climaxes continued blistering through her. But they were only building her up for the big one, when he entered her. Ellen knew beyond the shadow of a doubt he was going to be one helluva fuck. She wanted that steaming cock buried in her cunt, the sooner the better. Right now she didn't even think of the fancier fucking positions, or of oral or anal sex. Right now what she wanted was a solid cock planted in the tight depths of her seething pussy.
There was an unbelievable pounding in Jerry's sperm-bloated testicles, and he was certain his entire body was going to simply blow up if he didn't bury his cock in the heatedly welcoming crypt of her wetly waiting, eagerly throbbing vagina. He knew beyond any question that she was as hungry for him as he was for her, and this only served to make him want her even more. He had never thought any woman was able to be so shamelessly and wantonly aroused. All the hookers he knew were doing what they were for money, and the few girls back in his hometown whom he had seduced had known practically nothing about sex.
Ellen thought for a moment of Kenny, her husband, and that she ought to have had a twinge of conscience. But she didn't. She felt the urge to be fucked all the more strongly now. Looking at Jerry's stiff penis, she decided it was slightly longer and a little thinner than that of her husband. Still, it was more than thick enough to do an adequate job.
Jerry, for his part, thought of the last girl he had seduced back in his hometown, and comparing her to the woman beneath him gave him an added thrill, making him enjoy all the more what he was doing. The other girl had been so naive, so unknowing, allowing him, who knew almost as little as she, to guide her. But here was a woman who obviously knew everything, and he felt secure with her.
Ellen felt completely relaxed with Jerry, too. There was something about his youth, his naivete, that had her feeling delighted. Kenny had always been the leader in her sex bouts with her husband. This was the first time she was taking the initiative, and she had to admit that she was enjoying it very much.
"Yes," Jerry murmured, kissing her flesh. "I want to fuck you. Hell! I want to fuck you more than I've ever wanted to fuck any woman in my entire life."
His voiced thoughts seemingly gave strong impetus to his continually mounting, skyrocketing desire, and roughly the youth placed a hand on each of her softly quivering thighs and began relentlessly tugging them apart.
Ellen was thrilled at the man's sudden cruelty. Yes, at last she was being treated in a different manner than her husband had, and as a result she would definitely be able to remember the feelings with this man as much as she did those with her husband. She wanted to object and tell him to move a little more carefully, but before she had time to do so, she felt the hardness of his throbbing shaft slowly being guided toward the small, wet opening of her seething cuntal channel. She drew in her breath with excitement mingled with a chill of fear as she felt the hard, rubbery head slowly, impatiently nudge against the delicate outer flesh. Kenny usually worked his fingers in and out of her before plunging his cock into her, so her vagina was not quite ready as he began pushing into her.
Her shriek was agonizing and surprisingly shrill, and she began thrashing her softly rounded buttocks in desperation, driving them deeper and deeper into the mattress as she tried backing away, doing her best to escape the unexpected pain she felt from the penetration of his suddenly harsh entry into her.
At this point Jerry was totally deaf to her weeping protests, and he continued to violently and savagely pound and force his huge, blood-filled, throbbing penis into the tightness of her narrowly cringing womanly canal.
"UNH ... SLOWERRRRRR ... AAA-NNNHHHH ... GO SLOWER ... DON'T PUSH SO HARRRRRRD ... UUUUNNN-HHHH ... YOU'RE ... UNH ... A BIG MAN..."
Jerry stared down at her delicious, pathetically writhing figure, seeing her face contorted with both, pain and anxiety, and now he was thrilled with a savage pride. Moments earlier she had been the dominating personality. Now that he was plunging into her, he felt proud of the fact that at last he was the one doing the subjugating. In spite of her teasing and her worldly demeanor, she had to realize that ultimately she was subject to the driving power of his thrusting, stabbing cock.
With a shuddering gasp Jerry finally managed to sink his lust-bloated, swollen shaft to the very hilt in the snugness of her tightly clasping pussy while she moaned and gasped helplessly beneath him. He held his throbbing cock there for a long moment, gazing down at the sight of her lewdly splayed legs, also noting the intertwining of their pubic hairs, his dark-blonde with hers light brown. There was not so much as a millimeter of his throbbingly sunken phallus visible beyond her cruelly stretched vaginal lips. He had managed to bury the full length of his hot pole of masculine muscle as far as possible into her widely opened womanly channel.
He held the cock in there for a long time, and Ellen felt her interior adjusting to it. The pain was quickly fading now, and in its place was all the pleasure she had been seeking. Yes, this was what she had gone through all this for. The pressure of a solid cock, finally buried in the depths of her tight cunt, was what she needed more than anything else. She was sorry that she had to be unfaithful to Kenny, but this was the only way since Kenny wasn't home, and there was no way for him to leave his penis home while he went to play baseball.
At last the man began to slowly withdraw his throbbing cock, pulling it slowly, inch by inch, feeling it slide from her lubricating vaginal passageway. Her cunt was reluctantly releasing him, and he felt a sort of glory, as if he were staking her to the throat with his cock. When only the throbbing, burgeoning head was all that was embedded in the tightness of her viscous channel, he slowly pushed forward again. Halfway in, he rammed forward with a kind of viciousness, knocking all the breath from her. beautiful body and making her slender legs quiver from the force of his driving thrust.
Ellen lay there, not at all certain of what she felt. The man's cock, while not quite as thick as her husband's, was still doing a first rate job of filling her vagina. She hadn't imagined that her interior would tighten and adjust to his slenderness, nor had she thought the man would become so charged with animal lust. After having to goad and tease and cajole him, she didn't think he had it in him.
For the first time in her life she was wrong about a man. It should have been a prophetic warning to her, but it wasn't. She had to admit she enjoyed being overpowered and roughly handled. It was happening just as she had dreamed it would that night she had masturbated in front of the bathroom mirror.
There was something almost masochistically pleasing about the role reversal that was taking place. She had been the one who had been in control only moments before, she had held the reins, so to speak. The young man had all but quivered, totally and completely at her mercy, and she had to admit she enjoyed being the dominant partner for that short span of time. She'd had no idea that he was such a victim of overpowering desire. Suddenly the tables were turned, the young man was now calling the shots, and she was the one at his mercy.
There was no hesitancy whatsoever about the manner in which he was continually pile-driving into her throbbing, shuddering pussy, seemingly oblivious, for the moment, to any discomfort she might have been feeling. Ellen had never before experienced this sense of being used. She was a mere instrument in the hands of this heatedly aroused male, whose thoughts and actions were totally controlled by the insatiable lust burning through him and his cock. Yet she liked it.
Yes, there was no denying it. She was enjoying the fact that she was being used this way. It evoked a thrilling feeling that her husband had never been able to provide. True, if she had to settle for one kind of treatment from a man and only one, she would have preferred being treated, the way Kenny treated her. He was kind, solicitous, always making certain she was prepared and ready before he finally injected himself into her. But she wanted to be treated in more than one way, and was getting her wish. She felt totally and completely sluttish, like the wanton whore she had imagined herself to be, and she had to admit that she liked the sensation.
Even now, her swiveling hips were slowly beginning to rotate and churn with mounting desire, and as her wetly clutching vaginal tunnel adjusted itself to Jerry Nunno's considerable length, a whole series of thrillingly tingling wisps, pleasurable wisps, began to furl around inside her unprepared body. Yes, the truth was she was starting to enjoy this harsh, delightfully brutal fucking which had turned out so differently from what she had initially expected.
She wondered if it was because he suddenly had become more certain of himself that he was able to change the course of things like this. Usually it was she who felt thrilling surges almost immediately after a penis had probed into her interior. But at the moment it was only too painfully obvious the man who was fucking her was in complete control, and she, for the moment, a mere puppet to his will.
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH ... AAAAA-NNNNNHHHHH ... UUUUUNNNNN-HHHHHHHHHH..." she continued to moan again and again, letting herself go completely. Why bother to resist? After all, she had initiated everything between them. She had wanted to be fucked, and that was precisely what was happening. Her body was being delightfully used and pleasure was being taken from her by force, making her realize this was precisely what she had been dreaming about that night in front of the bathroom mirror. This was, after all, what she had secretly wanted.
Jerry now felt an overpowering surge of tremendous strength wash through him when he sensed the beautiful young woman's total and complete surrender to him. Yes, now she really belonged to him. Now she was really his. She had struggled against him after goading him, but he had prevailed. She had relinquished her domination in the face of his ultimately superior power, and now she was his to do with as he wished.
Ellen was a raw, moaning mass of explosive desire, and Jerry realized he was the one responsible for bringing her to that state. She had encouraged him, flaunting her delectably naked body before his hungering eyes because she had wanted the pleasure his own flesh would give her. But instead of simply being the recipient of her favors, he had become the taker, and this was the way Jerry wanted it.
Ellen's shamelessly excited and inwardly quivering cunt vibrated and twitched as she moved around his stirringly plunging phallus, trying hard to literally suck it totally into her heated depths as her body continued writhing sensually. She was totally aroused now, thrashing, mewling and moaning with all kinds of inner animal desire. She began rocking her hips savagely, slamming her cunt against his wildly pounding pelvis, her hungry young vaginal tunnel flowering wide open to once again receive his desire-swollen penis inside.
Her long legs snaked up and wrapped themselves around his masculine waist while her arms continued pulling him down to her in a heatedly burning embrace of lust. Her head was thrown back, her long, tawny golden mane flowing behind her like a banner as she continued clinging to him, riding the crest of each wave of his hurtling passion. The two of them rocked and bucked together as one, the room loudly ringing with the noisily wet slapping sounds of their totally uninhibited love-making. Each deep, driving thrust brought them a little closer to the completed frenzy of their wanton passion, and now Jerry Nunno realized this was sex as he never before realized or imagined it might feel. He had never, in his whole life, enjoyed anything even approaching this, not even with the most accomplished and experienced of hookers. This was the kind of sex he had always dreamed about.
Both their bodies were soaking wet with heavy amounts of perspiration and the mattress beneath them bounced and jostled wildly as the two of them battered one another with a continually rising tempo of frantic movement.
Ellen suddenly realized her orgasm was almost there. She was unable to restrain it.
"OH! JERRY, DARLING, I CAN FEEL IT..."
Her voluptuously ripened torso was starting to shudder and tighten and stiffen, her spine solidly rigid, her inner vaginal membranes squeezing and tightening like a vise around the hardness of his continually pistoning penis. And then...
Her shuddering, voluptuously ripened body became even more rigid before ultimately collapsing, falling, it seemed, into a thousand tiny fragmented spasms which seemed to ricochet throughout the length and breadth of her ultra-sensitively aroused flesh. Her mouth was half-open and her eyes had a smoky, totally dazed look about them of pure lust. She was orgasming, and Jerry felt the warm flood of hot oil showering all over the length of his blood-filled poker, bathing it with unexpected softness.
Her greedily grasping vagina tightly contracted with the excruciating rhythm surging through her body, squeezing the baseball player's own tortured shaft, and he knew that he, too, was on the verge of releasing the full force of his pent-up, accumulated passion.
Abruptly, with a plunging groan, he began to thrust forward spasmodically, shoving his wildly jerking penis with pile-driving force into the wetly wriggling hole of her seeping vagina.
" AAAAAIIIIIYYYY YAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH ... GGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH-UUUNNNGGGHHH!" he bellowed, at last feeling his seed releasing itself into her.
It seemed as if he were enveloped in some sort of wonderful nirvana as his entire body felt as if it were emblazoned with flashes of pure, utter, total sensation. Unbelievable pleasure rushed in shuddering spasms over his climaxing body, and his brain was madly infused with a silently screaming rapture as his balls poured out the hot, white blessing they manufactured. He kept on shooting, firing jet after jet of seething sperm into the woman's eagerly receptive vagina until, little by little, his ejaculative spasms weakened and he sighed deeply with his eyes tightly closed.
He forgot for the moment which of them was in control. It no longer seemed to matter. All he cared about was the fiery pleasure lapping away inside him. He was imbued with a feeling of total well-being.
Slowly they drifted back to the present and their surroundings, and he rolled off her, his limp cock sliding easily from her well-greased feminine chamber.
"You'll have to take me back to the ball field," she told him. "I left my car there."
"Sure. When will I see you again?"
"The next time you pitch a bad game and lose confidence in yourself," she told him, dressing.
Jerry realized it might just as well be never, because she had imbued him with much needed self-confidence.
CHAPTER FOUR
My God! Ellen thought, later that night.
It had been so easy, so unbelievably easy, she was unable to realize it had begun and ended already. Again and again in her mind she re-lived the thrilling intercourse she had enjoyed with Jerry Nunno. He was really something.
She slept well that night. No bad dreams, no pangs of conscience-no conscience jabbing her, attacking her for what she had done. The next morning, when she awoke, she decided that whenever the strain became too much for her while Kenny was on the road, she would be off to the stadium again to console another member of the Knights.
Ellen had wanted to get a small part time job during the baseball season, just to keep herself occupied, but Kenny had been against it. Hell! As the team's star catcher in only his second year with the organization, he was already making well over a hundred thousand dollars for the year, and when his next contract came up, if he kept hitting the way he had started out, he would be asking for triple the fee, and' be well worth it. If they didn't want to pay it, there was always that clause in his contract which would allow himself to go to the highest bidder.
Right now Kenny was young, so he was asking for one year contracts. He knew he was taking a risk, but if he survived each year, then the next year he would be asking for much more money. His first year with the Hornets he had earned thirty-five thousand dollars. In this, his second year, he was getting a hundred thousand, and next year he wanted three hundred thousand. If he survived beyond that, he would go for multiple year contracts with seven figure numbers.
But this didn't make Ellen feel any better. She was home, alone, and though she was able to spend the day with one or two of the other Hornet wives, she still felt lonely. Now, at least, she felt satisfied, even if Kenny wasn't around.
Once she had asked Patricia Burke, wife of the team's first baseman, Andy Burke, how she relieved her frustrations, and Pat had merely smiled and said, "With a dildo!" making Ellen blush at the time. Now Ellen knew a dildo would never be satisfying enough. Pat had shown her one once, and it had felt cold. Also it lacked the realism of flesh.
She went to the movies that day, and did a little shopping, but was rapidly getting bored again, and the need for sex once again was rearing its head. Now that she knew how easy it was to find sexual satisfaction, she wanted to take full advantage of it again.
Later that day, while she was making supper for herself, Kenny called, checking to find out how she was feeling. She told him everything was fine and how much she missed him. He assured her he would be home in less than two weeks and would make up for all the time they weren't together. But Ellen wondered if he would ever be able to make up for those times they lost. At any rate, she had no intention of missing out on sex just because her husband wasn't around. It was simply a question of going out and finding a juicy prick to satisfy her when she felt in the mood ... like tonight.
CHAPTER FIVE
In spite of what she had accomplished with Jerry Nunno, when it came to sex Ellen West was still a relatively naive woman. She was going to learn about all the other phases of sensual activity over the next few days with men who were neither as gentle nor as unknowing as Jerry Nunno.
The big hitting star on the Knights this particular year was a newcomer, a Cuban refugee by the name of Ramon Casada. Ramon was six-feet-four-inches tall, with a natural Afro which had been cut around his head to look like the ace of Clubs and two big puffs of hair hanging over his ears. He had a baby face, but there was nothing babyish or unknowing about Ramon. In his youth Ramon had married a sixteen-year-old girl, and the marriage had been annulled not long afterwards when the girl charged unusual cruelty. From then on, Ramon didn't bother trying to marry women. If any of them wanted to be his girl, he simply fucked them until he had worn them out, then would move on to the next girl.
It so happened there had been a day game at the stadium, and Ramon had gone nothing-for-four at the bat, which bothered the hell out of him. So he set up a pitching machine on the field, and long after the rest of the team had showered and gone home, Ramon practiced his hitting.
At seven o'clock he took a long shower, dressed in gray slacks and a white shirt, then wondered whether he wanted to pick up a blonde trollop or a brunette at a bar two blocks from the swinging singles building in which he now lived. All his wondering came to an abrupt halt when he stepped outside the players' entrance and saw the woman with the long blonde hair in the purple dress stroking the white cat she was holding. One look at her and Ramon decided that she was what he wanted.
Walking over to her, he asked, "Waiting for anyone in particular?"
"Wasn't there a game tonight?" Ellen asked.
"Today, not tonight," he told her. "I'm the only one left and I'm going home. Care to come with me?"
He said it jokingly, figuring she was the kind of woman a man had to work on for quite awhile before he'd be able to get her to come home with him.
"Sure," she said. "Mind if I bring my pussy?" she held up the cat.
"By all means, bring the kitty," he acknowledged.
"One other thing," she said. "When our evening's over, I expect you to drive me back here to get my car."
"I'll getcha a cab," Ramon assured her. "Don't worry. The cab drivers in Chicago all know me, and they take good care of any girl I tell 'em to watch out for."
"Fair enough," Ellen nodded, following him to his light blue Eldorado.
Ramon got behind the wheel, leaned over, and unlocked the passenger door from inside, letting Ellen open the door herself. She did so and drove off without another word once she was inside.
He wanted to take her to a restaurant first, but when she objected, he shrugged, then smiled and said, "Okay, baby, let's head for my apartment."
Ten minutes later he was parking his car in the underground garage beneath his apartment house, and they took the elevator upstairs with Ellen holding Lucifer in her arms.
His apartment was magnificent, and it was obvious a maid came in every day to change his linen and clean everything. Ramon waved her to the liquor, then went into the bedroom. Ellen poured herself a Scotch on the rocks after putting the cat down, then went to the window and stared out. She saw the terraces of all the other apartments. Ramon's terrace, she decided, was probably on another side of the house, right off his bedroom.
From somewhere below there was loud music playing, the Tijuana Brass, and Ellen realized some kind of party was going on.
When Ramon re-emerged, wearing a dressing gown, she turned and smiled at him. The room's indirect lighting reflected off her purple lenses as she said, "You've done quite well for yourself. You must be very proud."
"Just dumb luck," Ramon yawned, walking over to her.
"I wish I know how you did it," she said to him. She was about to say something to the effect that her own husband wasn't making nearly as much, but she clamped her mouth shut. The last thing she wanted to do was give away just who she was. Finally she said, "I hope one day I'll be living in something like this."
"You sound like a girl who knows what she wants," Ramon said, no trace of a Cuban accent at all in his voice, betraying the fact that he had come to the U.S. while very young. "There are very few people in the world who know what they really want," he said, turning out the light and standing behind her as she looked out the window. "That's what separates the smart people from the dummies."
Looking straight down over her shoulder, Ramon was able to see her incredible breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing, two gently bobbing, pale apples, half of which were revealed by the depth of her plunging neckline. Ramon wanted to rip the cloth away-and hungrily nibble at the juicy succulent fruit. He was conscious of the fact that any man looking at this woman would have felt the same way. "For instance," he said to her, "right now I know exactly what I want."
Ellen turned to face him, and in the light coming in from outside, her eyes were locked against his. Ramon reached out and slowly brought her close to him, bending his head to capture the softness of her full lips as they opened expectantly beneath his. He was aware of her sudden intake of breath as he abruptly thrust his tongue into the warmly wet cavern of her soft mouth, pressing her delectably pliant body into his solid, beefy length. Ellen discovered she was shivering as his hand found the nape of her neck beneath the cascade of long blonde hair she used to cover her own. He began caressing her tender skin.
Ellen suddenly froze, her muscles .suddenly rigid with shock at the sound of the lascivious words coming from a terrace off to the left and one floor below. What the blazes was going on over there? The window where she was standing overlooked that particular terrace, and once her eyes became accustomed to the dark, she would be able to see what was going on over there. She knew this was a place where lots of people liked to swing, but still ... out in the open? On a terrace? Not that she objected to four-letter words herself, but there was a time and a place for everything, and one didn't simply do and say things indiscriminately.
"Look, down there," Ramon whispered softly in her ear, turning her so she was facing the terrace from which the voices had come. There was a tangle of white limbs down below on a chaise lounge.
"Good Lord!" Ellen gasped.
"That's Miguel Hernandez," Ramon said. "He's a friend of mine. He tried to make the team but wasn't good enough, so they had to let him go. Now he makes money in real estate."
"But out in the open?"
"Oh, he's quite a lover," Ramon whispered in her ear. He realized she was trembling, and didn't know whether it was from lust, having witnessed what she was witnessing, or shock.
Suddenly Ramon gripped her shoulders and twisted her around abruptly toward him. He surrounded her with his arms and bent his head, pressing his lips solidly against hers, grinding his mouth into the softness of her lips. She groaned and struggled weakly for a sudden panicky moment, then finally let her go.
"That was to keep you from speaking again," he whispered softly. "They almost heard you and you wouldn't want that. Now relax and let's watch. You know, it might be very interesting. Who knows, we might both learn something."
She tried to ease the tension in her muscles, wanting to completely relax, but she still felt the surprising sensation of Ramon's lips where they had pressed against her mouth. It disturbed her, because there had been no gentleness at all about it. He was not only rough, but very unmannerly. He was even less gentle than Jerry Nunno had been. Even so, her body had responded automatically, almost violently. Her body had liked it.
For some reason it seemed like the most non-mechanical thing to happen to her in her life. Kenny's kissing and making love to her was very mechanical, and even what she had done with Jerry Nunno was more or less a mechanical imitation of everything she had done with Kenny. Now, for the first time, things felt somewhat different, and inwardly she was extremely excited, though a tiny corner of her brain was warning her to look out.
From the corner of her eye she saw Lucifer had curled up into a ball on Ramon's sofa, paying no attention whatsoever to what the man was doing to her. What the hell! She certainly didn't expect to be protected by a cat as she might be by a dog. She was starting to feel all kinds of tiny butterfly-like sensations in the pit of her belly.
Her gaze returned to the terrace below in spite of herself, and she did something she hadn't done since a child; she began nervously gnawing at a knuckle. It never occurred to her that any other man kissing her would build such a violent reaction in her quivering body, but it had, and she had to admit the strength of his arms wrapped tightly around her felt wonderful.
She was afraid to look back at Ramon for fear of not knowing how to react. After becoming so enthralled by one or two of his kisses, there was no telling how she would react should she continue watching the scene taking place below where unmistakable sounds of lovemaking were reaching through the open window to her ears. In addition, the soft mewling sounds coming from the female in the chaise lounge below added to the grating rasp of the man's heavy breathing told the story well enough. She was just now first beginning to have her doubts. Maybe what she was doing wasn't such a wise thing, after all. Yet she certainly knew better than to agonize Ramon at this juncture. After all, when she had willingly accepted his offer to come home, she had let him know she was willing to do what he wanted. Still, would she be able to simply stand here and watch all this, then actually let Ramon make love to her?
Suddenly there was silence on the terrace below. She craned her neck forward and looked down just in time to see the woman now gently pushing the man's body away from her.
There was almost a full moon that night, and everything was clearly visible.
At this point Ellen hardly dared draw a breath. What she was seeing, in spite of all that she had read, was unbelievable. The young woman below was lowering her head over the penis of the man as he lay sprawled out on the chaise. Then she herad a soft moan coming from Ramon, who was standing behind her.
Leaning forward, the Cuban whispered into her ear very softly, "Watch! She's going to suck his cock!" As he spoke he wrapped his arms all the more tightly around Ellen's waist, tugging her that much more tightly against him.
"Oh God!" Ellen gasped, unable to accept what was happening, never having done something like it before in her life. She turned and pressed her face into Ramon's chest, whimpering, "They're doing something terrible."
Even though she was convinced she had braced herself for any and every sexual experience, Ellen realized this was too much for her. Tears were starting to brim in her eyes. That strange sight of the man's thick penis slowly disappearing into the woman's ovaled mouth was too much for her to take. Now there were all kinds of sucking sounds coming from the terrace, wet, slurping noises, punctuated occasionally by small sighs, gasps of thrilled delight, and groans of totally absorbed pleasure.
Ellen burrowed her head all the harder into Ramon's shoulder, doing her best to shut out the lascivious sounds her ears were picking up. But no matter what she did it didn't help.
She felt like grabbing her cat and running from the place, but at that moment she realized her legs would not support her. Ramon's arms were the only things holding her up at present. She was unable to do anything other than simply stand there and listen with anguished ears while the woman below continued to orally love the man's penis.
She was very abruptly aware of the baseball player's hand softly massaging one of her swollen breasts. He rubbed gently for a moment, then gave her nipple a hard pinch, sending all kinds of painful flashes shooting through her. Unexpectedly, pleasure shot down the full length of her trembling spine. No! Not like this! Not here! Not now! Frantically she twisted in his arms, and in doing so, once more came face-to-face with the lewd spectacle on the terrace below, watching the way the woman sucked the man.
In her abrupt, unreasoning panic, the sight caught her completely by surprise and she stared for a moment. She found herself actually fascinated by the obscene act the two were now performing. She had never imagined what it would be like watching two other people make love, though she had told Kenny more than once she would like a mirror in the bedroom that reflected everything they did on the bed. She had never even conceived of seeing anyone make love in the forbidden way she was now watching, and discovered it was affecting her much the way looking at her own body in the bathroom mirror had affected her. Instead of the absolute disgust she had believed she would feel, she suddenly felt an overpowering light-fingered quivering somewhere deep between her trembling thighs. She began clenching her eyes tightly shut, but was unable to block out the lewdly inciting picture. The soft moans from the people below added to the wetly slurping sucking sounds now drifted through the moonlit night air, magnifying the obscene images many times over.
Ellen realized her body was once again going to betray her. It needed satisfaction no matter what the cost, and she found herself uttering a low, helpless groan which was almost instantly choked off once more by Ramon pressing his hungering lips to hers. This time his tongue flicked hungrily into her mouth, making her writhe and squirm, though she didn't know if it was from fear or from lust. The passionate tide in her body was mounting and there seemed no conceivable way to stem it.
She struggled, doing her best to pull away from the star baseball slugger, but his strength was far too great and she only succeeded in making things worse. Maybe this was the way these swinging singles got their kicks, and she was expected to respond in kind. If she didn't, he'd think she was some kind of dummy.
She wanted to struggle some more, but didn't dare for fear of the couple below discovering they were being spied upon. Noise might attract attention, and others might see her, and at a later date one of them might recognize her in spite of the fact that she had done her best to disguise herself. Then word might get back to Kenny and he would never forgive her.
"Did you see that?" Ramon whispered in her ear. "He fucked her until she came, and now she's sucking his cock, making him shoot."
"Yes, yes, I saw," Ellen gasped, mumbling excitedly, the lewd sight still strangely arousing and thrilling to her.
"You know," Ramon said to her. "I think we ought to follow their lead."
He pulled her around so the two of them were facing one another in the darkness. He began grinding his pelvis tightly into hers, sliding his hands down to the sweet softness of her rounded buttocks and pulling her all the more tightly into his loins.
"AAAGGGHHHH!" Ellen gasped. "PLEASE ... PLEASE ... NO ... NOT YET," she whispered, trying to keep her voice as low as possible.
"Why the hell not?" Ramon asked. "Baby, you and I are as attracted to each other as that couple down below," he whispered into her ear, his voice carrying a harsh note of finality. He continued rubbing the front of his body firmly against hers, locking his lips suckingly over hers, the stiff hardness in his trousers pressing against the softly resilient plane of her flat belly.
"UNH! PLEASE!" she whimpered. "NOT NOW! DON'T DO THIS," she began pleading, tears filling her eyes, though he was unable to see them because of the glasses she was wearing.
There was no way for her to resist at this point without the couple down below hearing her struggles, and it was obvious Ramon Casada knew it. Now, for the first time, she regretted all this she had fallen into. She had thrust herself into the swinging world and was going to pay for it very dearly. Still, her body was inwardly excited and aroused that all this was going to happen.
Her slender torso suddenly stiffened as she became aware of Ramon reaching behind her with his hands and squeezing her full buttocks, pulling her soft loins all the more solidly against his. She clamped her eyes tightly shut, fighting with all her willpower against the fiery, totally uncontrolled sensations that were first beginning to course through her shuddering body, but the touch of the man's fingers returning against her quiveringly erect nipples was making her head whirl and spin. The hardness of Ramon's strongly erect penis crushing into her belly brought soft moans of helpless submission to her whimpering, trembling lips.
"You have one fantastic body," the former
Cuban whispered, still feeling obscene ripples of thrilling pleasure charging through her flesh. "I'm really going to enjoy this wild fuck. Yes indeed!"
"H-here?" she gasped, "In front of the window, where anyone can look in? I don't want to perform. I want to make love, not simply fuck! This has to be a memorable experience, and not some kind of nightmare."
"It'll be an experience, that much I promise you," Ramon told her, chuckling very softly, slipping his large, ham-like hand between their bodies, rubbing the smooth, flat surface of her soft belly.
Ellen knew this was going to be different all right, and she gasped, holding her breath as she felt the hem of her violet dress slowly being pulled higher until it reached the top of her thighs and his thick fingers abruptly coming into contact with her shudderingly naked flesh. Ellen found herself squirming back, whimpering helplessly as one of the man's fingertips slipped slowly under the tight, narrow elastic band of her panties, seeking her sensitive slit. Moving slowly and unbelievably gently considering the size and thickness of his hands, Ramon parted her softly resilient pubic hair, then pushed his middle finger against her seething slit, feeling the puddled wetness in the pink division. The ball of his finger ran over the already hardened nubbin of her clitoris. The entire slit was flooding and slippery with her juices and she realized her panties were already heavily saturated with her womanly oils as desire continued permeating her entire shuddering being. She caught her breath to hold in the groans of involuntary pleasure the Cuban was building in her body. She knew that if she made any kind of sound at all, the people on the terrace below would hear her. Also, there might be observers in other windows off to the side who might be able to see through the window near where she was standing. The bright moonlight was streaming across the floor, making Ramon and herself stand out.
Tears of shame and humiliation suddenly cascaded down her cheeks as an attack of conscience overcame her for the first time. With Jerry Nunno there had been none of these feelings because, in his own way, Jerry was as innocent as she. But there was nothing unknowing about Ramon. He took what he wanted and knew damned well how to make the woman he was with want him to do it. For the first time she actually felt ashamed of herself because she was automatically reacting to the shudderingly thrilling and tantalizing caresses of her full, round breasts and swollen vaginal lips. She squirmed her hips in involuntary rhythm to the consistently insistent rummaging of the man's thick finger against her erect clitoris.
"Spread your legs a little," Ramon huskily whispered, now breathing harshly into her ear. "Come on, honey, spread those thighs nice and wide."
"Oh my God! No! Not here!" she gasped, tears streaming down her face as she realized he was building desire in her to a higher point than she had ever previously known. "We're in the moonlight. We might be seen by people standing in other apartments."
"If I take you into the bedroom are we gonna do things my way?" Ramon asked, his voice still whispering, his lips widely spread in a triumphant smile. "Come on, honey, tell me, will you do things my way?" he wanted to know, his finger sliding across the nubbin of her clitoris the way a bow might slide across a violin string.
"Anything!" she gasped. "I'll do anything you say, as long as I'm not on public display. I just don't like people seeing me," she said, her eyes flicking down to the terrace where the couple now lay, writhing and wriggling on the chaise, the man's rigid phallic length pounding in and out of the lovely woman's sucking mouth.
"In this building," he whispered, "everyone is usually so preoccupied with what they're doing, they never notice what anyone else is doing."
Ramon chuckled softly and drew her further into the room, out of the splash of moonlight that washed across his carpet. He led her into the bedroom and shut the door.
Ellen stood there in the dark, waiting as he went to the two windows across the room and lowered the Venetian blinds, closing them. Then he returned to where she was standing and snapped on the light switch. Four lamps, around the opulently furnished bedroom, suddenly went on.
Looking at him, Ellen realized Ramon Casada was both taller and bulkier than her own husband, whom she had always considered a very hefty man. The full impact of what was about to happen suddenly came to her. This almost grotesque monster of a man was going to make love to her, and it was going to happen because she, like a dummy, had willingly come with him. A man like that, crushing himself against her, might totally destroy her. Even if she managed to somehow or other survive, his weight crashing against her slender frame might crack a bone or two, or at the very least would leave black and blue bruises that might not totally disappear by the time Kenny was back. Panicky, she moved toward the door he had just shut, then stopped as a loud masculine groan from him hit her like a blow.
"What the hell's the matter with you, blondie?" the baby-faced ball player loudly snapped at her, his voice suddenly turning angry and impatient. "You said you didn't want to be on display, so we came here, to the bedroom. I proved I was willing to do what you wanted. Now the time has come for you to do a little of what I want."
The ball player's biting words began spinning and tumbling in Ellen's brain like clothes in a dryer as Ramon moved closer to her and began vibrantly stroking the fullness of her breast.
Yes, the man was right! Why the hell had she come here in the first place if not to make love to this strange man and discover yet a new penis inside her body? So the man was bulkier than Kenny. So what. She knew full well if she tried leaving now even if he didn't get what he wanted, her exit would be so loud everyone in the building would be aware of her presence. Even if they didn't recognize her through the wig and makeup she was wearing, she would never be able to be seen in this neighborhood again in this outfit. It was easy enough to rationalize that all she wanted at the moment was to go home and be a good little housewife, but she knew it wasn't true. Eventually, just as Dr. Jekyll found himself returning again and again to the drug which turned him into Mr. Hyde, she would venture forth again. If she was able to stick it out with Ramon, then she would be able to handle just about any man, anywhere, any time. Hell! She was only human. She was so frustrated by Kenny's absences. She had to do something.
So, despite the misgivings she felt at being with Ramon, she finally turned to the baseball slugger and nodded, saying, "Yes, of course. You're absolutely right!"
Silently he moved her toward the large bed, a really monstrous affair with royal purple covers on it that had already been turned down. Apparently Ramon left the maid instructions that his bed was always to be left ready for immediate use.
He sat her on the bed, then made her slide over as he sat beside her, lying down next to her supine figure. His arm went around her and he pulled her toward him, pressing his full wet lips tightly over hers, thrusting his tongue deeply into the wetly heated depths of her small mouth. Ellen lay limply beside him as he turned his body and began grinding his front against hers, letting her feel the thickness of his penis against her incredibly soft womanly thigh.
Little by little Ellen tried calming down. She realized with more than a little despair that Ramon simply was not the kind of man she wanted inside her body, yet there wasn't anything for her to do at the moment. She closed her mind, doing her best not to think as his hands once again moved down the front of her dress, slipping carefully inside the front opening, then sliding back, moving over the soft curves of her shoulders to the snaps of the low cut brassiere. He unhooked them one at a time, slowly, carefully, knowing what he was doing, and she heard him sigh in thrillingly obscene appreciation as he slipped it from her body and dropped it on the bedroom floor, letting her full, ripe breasts bobble freely in the open air now that he had the dress pushed down as well.
She was worried he might tear the dress, but Ramon, being a man of considerable expertise, found the zipper and began pulling it down. In a moment the dress was completely open and being pushed down over her hips.
Ellen realized she was in for an entirely new and different experience as she realized he was up on his knees above her, moving lower, his frantic fingers pulling the dress down over her hips. Then his fingers hooked against the elastic waistband of her white nylon bikini panties, drawing them down over the roundness of her roundly full buttocks. A moment later, they too were with the rest of her clothing that lay in a small, forlorn heap on the floor near the side of the bed.
Ellen was totally naked now, and realized she was completely at the mercy of Ramon Casada. He was gazing at her in the bright lamp light, and thought she actually saw him foaming at the mouth. Then he leaned forward, pressing his hungry lips into the flat softness of her cringing belly. She gasped, trembling, not quite aware of what the man was doing, but did know she wanted to force his face away from her body, and so she gripped the two fuzzy balls of hair over his ears with the intent of tugging his head up. But Ramon thought she was telling him she was his to do with as he pleased, and the slugger dropped his hungry lips to the soft brown pubic triangle and gently spread the well-manicured, curling pelvic hairs, and for the first time Ellen felt a tongue snake out and dart against the quiveringly moist slit of her seething vagina.
"UNNNHHH ... N-O-O-O-O..." she gasped, taken totally by surprise. "WHAT. ARE YOU DOOOOOINNNNGGGG...? "
She did her best to try and squirm back away from the hungering man, but Ramon caught her under her slender knees and lifted them, bunching her legs over his shoulder. He half-rose from his crouching position, and she felt helpless, seeing with how much ease he hoisted the weight of her thighs, pressing her head and upper back firmly into the mattress. His hands slid over her body and began caressing the fullness of her rounded breasts, his thumbs tweaking her nipples, rubbing and massaging them, making them stand up as never before.
Using her elbows for leverage, Ellen lifted her upper body up a little, staring between her breasts and at his face above her flat belly, looking at him as if he were some kind of beast of prey about to pounce on his helplessly fear-stricken victim.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she asked, suddenly gasping, seeing the way his large hands, like clamps, fixed themselves to the interior of her thighs, forcing them to spread wider apart. Her eyes stared, wide open, feeling afraid, and yet not feeling afraid. She struggled to clamp her thighs shut, but Ramon was far too strong for her.
"Hey, come on," Ramon laughed, looking at her. "Lady, you and I know you aren't strong enough to overpower me. Hell! I'm an athlete and you're just a weak broad," the man was loudly chuckling. "You can scream if you want. If you scream long enough and loud enough my neighbors will come to your rescue ... if that's what you want."
"Oh no!" she gasped, her voice a soft moan as she lay there, watching the tip of his thick tongue circling his lips in nervous anticipation of the ravishment of her defenseless vagina.
"In that case," he said to her, leering at the pinkly moist flesh of her womanly opening, "I'm gonna stick my mouth in your cunt, kiss it and lick it until you shoot. I'm gonna suck that sweet twat of yours until you have the kind of screaming orgasm a broad like you knows how to have. So instead of fighting me, lie back..."
This was one of the things she had always wanted to experience, but Ellen hated the thought of a slavering pig like Ramon putting his mouth on her vagina. She groaned out her helpless submission to him. His vile and licentious words were making her tremble as wanton desire once again began to slowly take hold of her. Shuddering despite knowing it was Ramon who was doing this, displaying her arousal, she was aware of him parting her pelvic fleece, his thumbs slowly drawing apart the wet, sticky inner lips of her tender vagina, exposing the moistly tight slash to the fire of his wanton gaze. He stared at it for a long, long moment as Ellen took a deep breath and held it, then drove his head savagely downward, his tongue leaping out and darting deep into the warmly throbbing well of her seething pussy.
"ONNNNHHH . . .AAANNNHHH ... OOOOOOHHHH!" she gasped, her entire body twitching uncontrollably as the heavy man's tongue flicked against the upstanding bud of her rigidly swollen clitoris, then drew back up through the tremblingly sensitive and exposed pink slash of her involuntarily dilating vaginal flesh.
As Ramon's mouth and tongue worked frantically and furiously against the widespread, tasty ripeness of her delectably proud young pussy, his eyes remained widely open. He looked along the length of her body, between the up-thrust hills of her rounded breasts to stare at the wildly confused contortions and lines of her lovely face.
The baseball player grinned in obscene triumph when she began groaning hotly, from the yearning depths of her trembling throat as the heatedly probing tip of his slavering tongue worked its way up and down the delectable length of her soddenly narrow womanly slash. Starting at the lower belly, he began inching his tongue along the flaming flesh slithering down over her gently throbbing vagina, running across the perineal strip of flesh and into the crevice of her rhythmically flexing buttocks. His hands moved to the backs of her knees, and pressing on them, using them for leverage, he pushed her knees over her shoulders. Then he used her hands to keep her knees in place as he shoveled his own hands under her buttocks and lifted her a little, seeing the way the fronts of her thighs rubbed against her nipples flattening her breasts, exposing the entire flat plane of her fearfully trembling vagina to his hungrily eager and anxious mouth, plundering and pillaging her now as he wished.
Ramon began licking all the more quickly, fucking her cunt all the faster with his tongue, probing harder and quicker as her unintelligible whimpering filled the room with sensuous sounds of continually rising lust. Body and mind now totally aflame, feeling crazed animal excitement charging through her, Ramon dipped his tongue lower, flicking the tip of it into the tightly puckered hole of her shuddering anus.
The unexpected contact with the tremblingly sensitive, rubbery opening brought a long, low shuddering moan of unconscious excitement from her tightly contorted lips. She was gasping, but her saliva was catching in her throat, making it sound as if she were gargling.
It was everything she had hoped for and more. Ellen West found herself totally out of control, and was in heaven, unable to keep herself from responding to the madly thrilling, rapturous sensation it sent racing completely out of control through her quivering body.
Automatically now she began hurling her soft loins toward the baseball player's face and he answered her wordless pleas with a deeply stabbing thrust into the forbidden hole between her soft ass-cheeks. It was as if her ass-hole had split wide open to accept the thickness of the man's lingual organ. Even though a part of her trembling mind cried out in protest, saying she ought not to indulge in anything so vile, the rest of her laughed at her conscience, pushing it all the way into the depths of her struggling body. Her torso quivered uncontrollably, continually moving beneath the overpowering assault on her shuddering senses, body and mind completely lost in the rising torrent of lewd sexual pleasure.
Ramon sensed the woman's final and total surrender to him, and with a wide, savage grin, thrust his thickly wet tongue into the seething depths of her trembling, quivering vagina again and again. He was well aware of her soft brown pubic hairs grazing his nose and the sides of his face as the lovely woman continued grinding her buttocks in a slow, hypnotic rhythm against his face. He was aware of the sexually sleek vaginal flesh sliding wetly around the lengthy extension of his driving tongue as the wildly vibrating walls of her vagina opened and closed uncontrollably. She was so aroused at this point that, without realizing it, she was trying to tug the length of his invading organ deeper into her wetly warm interior.
Her helplessly aroused, trembling body continued writhing and squirming nakedly and shamelessly against the constantly insane licking tongue of the man who was with her until Ellen thought she would certainly go totally insane from the overpoweringly wonderful and rapturous sensations in her quivering loins and belly. Her hands curled into the puffy Afro of Ramon's hair as a low, soul-stirring moan escaped from somewhere inside her trembling chest. Thoughts of how much she disliked Ramon as a person were now forgotten. Forgotten too were all her fears and horror at the thought of being used by this man. Nothing seemed to matter any longer but the thrilling, excruciating pleasure of Ramon's insistent tongue as it bored into her, fucking her slick pussy time and again. Her head flailed from side to side, lips baring back of her white teeth as she felt the gathering billows of orgasm rising ever higher. This pressure of a man's tongue in the seething depths of her searing cunt had her so violently aroused that she didn't care about anything else.
"YES, YES, YES, YES," she mindlessly gasped. "SUCK MY CUNT! SUCK IT! LICK MY PUSSY! OHHHHH YESSSSS!"
Still grinning widely, Ramon pushed his head savagely downward, his lips mashing solidly against her vaginal labia, his tongue ramming into her cuntal orifice in the ultimate French kiss.
"UUUNNNGGGHHH! AAANNNG-
GHHH!" the lovely woman gasped as the long, heated tongue continually slashed deeper into her, making her body react with convulsive lurches. Her hands tightly grasped his hair harder and tried pulling his face even more deeply into her lust-soaked loins. Ohhhh Goddd! It felt good ... s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o goooooood ... why hadn't Kenny ever done something like this to her?
Ramon continued his probing, wanton tonguing of her wetly seething, flooding vaginal crevice, his hands once more sliding over her belly and gathering in the fullness of her swollen breasts, cupping and squeezing them, almost assaulting them as he thrust her back-thrust thighs out of the way.
Ramon's tongue and mouth continued their wet assault on her widespread vaginal furrow, making all kinds of loud, obscene sucking noises that seemed to fill the room with a weird crescendo of sound. She clenched her womanly fists in his hair, pulling more than one strand loose in her convulsive action as the man's constantly probing tongue located the erectly pulsating button of her trembling clitoris. She gasped, whining sharply and agonizingly as he took the tiny bud between his teeth, gripping it tightly as he ran the tip of his tongue over and over it.
Her head began wickedly flailing from side to side, moving with total and complete abandonment as Ramon now opened his mouth wider, slurping his flat tongue straight down along the smoothly heated, oily slash, returning once again to the narrow entrance of her vagina. Now he began plunging his tongue in and out, orally fucking her faster and harder, sliding his heatedly wet tongue into her dilated, gaping hole, listening to the unintelligible whimpering noises she was making as he swirled and flicked his oral digit through her satin-like interior, feeling the pulsating clasp of her soft cuntwalls trying to grip his cock and hold it in place.
Now he alternated his tongue between the little pucker of her anus and the larger well of her bubbling cunt. The tongue moved in and out, flicking rapidly, lancing through her tender membranes, making her writhe in even wilder ecstasy. He knew the moment of her climax was not far off.
This was fine with Ramon. From the way she kissed earlier, he had determined she had a small mouth, and though he would have loved forcing his cock into it, he knew she was the kind of woman who had to be brought along slowly. So he pushed his tongue into her cunt, thinking if he ever got his hands on her again that he would make her blow him, but for now, after he finished tongue-fucking her, he intended pushing his cock into her cunt and firing a wad into her that would flood her so much that it would be seeping out her ears.
He began driving his tongue harder into her, into her cunt, then into her ass, watching the way she writhed and squirmed, knowing from her frantic reactions that there was no way she had ever done anything like this before. He paused for a moment, and stared up along the sweat-slick valley between her high, heaving breasts at the twisted grimace on her lovely, adorable, beautiful face. There was no question but that the woman was thoroughly digging what he was doing to her. Well, to Ramon Casada that was nothing new. They all dug what he did to them. But this one was actually wallowing in it. It wouldn't be much longer before she hit her peak, and then he would be able to poke his steely prong into her and fill her with his sperm. Hell! He was willing to bet that when the time came for him to fuck her, she'd have a second climax. He was feeling in great form that particular day. Yes indeed! Lowering his head, he resumed his delightful labor once again.
Ellen squirmed and contorted, moving insanely beneath the madly licking tongue until she was certain she would go totally out of her mind because of the complete rapturous ecstasy charging through her climax-hungry loins and quaking belly. She needed release so badly, and it had to happen soon or she would go totally out of her mind. Her head continued wildly flailing while she ground her insanely starving vagina into the man's constantly lusting face and tongue as she felt the gathering tidal wave of her inner orgasm mounting, mounting, then cresting, and then-she was there!
"EEEYYYAAAIIIGGGHHHAAANNN-GGGHHHAAAGGGHHHAAARRRGGG-HHHAAAGGGHHH!" she screamed, the sound only half-human as it came rushing from her throat, tightening her fingers in Ramon's fluffy hair, drawing him into her wildly convulsing pussy with all her might. More juices continued flowing from her widespread vaginal tunnel, inundating Ramon's face. Much of it flowed into her rectal crevice, making the area between her buttocks a soaking pool as wet spots began appearing on the sheets beneath her. She screamed, then screamed again and yet again.
Then, while she was still in the throes of her wild orgasm, Ramon lifted his head, scrambled up on her body, and solidly thrust the immense thickness of his cock into her, having removed his pants while she was climaxing. It made her reach another peak in a hurry, and she looked at the Cuban-born slugger and gasped, "YES, YES, YES! NOW FUCK ME! FUCK ME DEEP!"
CHAPTER SIX
It was over!
Ellen once again lay in her own bed in her own home, and in spite of the drubbing Ramon had given her cunt, she hadn't a single bruise on her body. Her white pussy cat, Lucifer, purred contentedly on her bedroom floor.
It had been the most fantastic experience of her life, and Ellen wondered if she was able to return to simple flat-on-her-back fucking with Kenny. She had the feeling that if Kenny really wanted to, he probably would have been able to surpass Ramon in the tongue department. Granted the Cuban was very much an expert, but he had a personality that left a lot to be desired.
Somehow she had to gain control of herself. She realized her experiment, much like that of the good Dr. Jekyll, was getting out of hand. She was losing control of her inner self, and just as Hyde had emerged from the doctor s body without his using the drug to call him forth, so had her sexual needs taken such control of her that Ellen knew if she didn't bring herself under control shortly, she would become too daring, and as a result, would eventually end up being highly indiscreet.
She was weak at the moment, having had three separate orgasms that night-two with Ramon's cock buried in her cunt. There had to be a way out of all this, there just had to. Sure! Just stop putting on the wig, glasses, and makeup, and stay home. .
Simple!
But even as she slowly began drifting off to sleep, Ellen knew it wasn't going to be that way. No! She was hooked on sex and there wasn't a damn thing she'd be able to do about it, at least not at the moment.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When she awoke the following day, Ellen discovered it was almost noon. She was bone-weary. All those orgasms had taken their toll on her exhausted body.
Going to the bathroom, she ran a hot tub and sat in it for more than an hour. It did her a world of good, taking the aches and pains out of her, though the weariness remained.
Ellen stayed home and watched TV that day. On a whim, she turned on the local ball game-not the one with her husband's team, which was playing in Saint Louis at the moment, but the Knights' game. They were playing Kansas City, a team which, according to the announcer, usually drubbed the hell out of them.
Not so today.
In a surprise move, Jerry Nunno, the reliever who had done so badly his first time out, had been made the starting pitcher, and he was, after seven innings, turning in a startling one-hit shutout. Meanwhile, the team's slugger, Ramon Casada, had hit two home runs, a double, and a single in four times at bat.
Curious, Ellen watched the game to the finish, and afterward there was an interview with the two players who had the most to do with winning that day's particular game. They happened to be Nunno and Casada.
When Jerry Nunno was asked what had happened to turn him around so quickly, he replied, "It has to do with a new friend I met. This friend inspired me with confidence in myself, convincing me to believe in myself and to relax when I was out there on the mound."
When the interviewer asked who the friend was, Jerry replied:
"I don't know. I never got the person's name, but if I ever see that person again, I have a lot to be thankful for."
Then Ramon was interviewed, and he was asked what helped pull him out of his slump.
Smiling at the camera, Ramon said, "Clean living. As an athlete I can categorically state that good, clean living, with no alcohol, tobacco, or drugs to mess up my life is the answer. I knew I had it in me to pull out of that slump, and I simply talked myself into relaxing at the plate. I had been over-anxious. Believe me, I was more relaxed up there today than I've been in a long, long time."
"Then you don't attribute the end of your slump to anyone other than yourself?" the interviewer asked.
"That's absolutely correct," Ramon nodded. "Just lots of milk, apple pie, and getting to bed early at night. I definitely advocate getting to bed early."
Ellen felt as if the Cuban-born player was looking into the TV camera directly at her, and she snapped off the set. The hypocritical bastard! If he was relaxed up at that plate that day, she knew damned well she was the one responsible for it. Not that Ramon wouldn't have been able to find someone else had she not been around, but she had a funny feeling that he got a little more enjoyment out of her than he might have from some other woman.
That evening she cooked herself a couple of lamb chops, then got into bed, turned on the bedroom TV set, and from the sports news learned her husband was doing exceedingly well. He was leading the Hornets. Well, in her own way, she was leading the Knights!
CHAPTER EIGHT
For a whole week Ellen controlled herself, but as each day went by, her body was driving her mad with the desire for inner satisfaction. She masturbated three, four, sometimes five times a day, but it did nothing to alleviate her inner tension. There was no substitute for a man, whether it be his tongue or his cock.
The blonde wig was now known by two men on the team, so Ellen went downtown that Saturday afternoon and bought herself a red wig with curls. She also bought red sunglasses with red-tinted lenses, and finally she bought a slinky red dress with a zipper down the side that made getting into and out of very easy.
She had to have a man, and for some reason it seemed to make sense that she score with a baseball player. She didn't know why, but felt safer with a ball player than trying to pick up some other strange man. Besides, her husband always boasted that ball players had less chance of carrying VD than other men. Ellen had no idea why such an idea might be true, but was willing to accept it, and so decided that it had to be another ball player.
Saturday evening was out, but the following day, Sunday, the Knights were playing a doubleheader. She waited until the eighth inning of the second game, then slipped into her red costume, this time using red eye shadow instead of blue, and leaving Lucifer in the house, got into her car and headed for the stadium. She listened to the ball game on the radio, and by the time she got there it was over.
She parked her car in the far corner of the players' lot and waited. She saw the players filing out and wanted to get out of her car and approach them, but she didn't have the nerve. There were so many of them, and if she went off with one of them, so many others would be certain to notice.
So she waited. She waited, counting twenty-seven men, including the trainer and some of the coaches. Then she slipped out of her car and slowly walked down the long tunnel leading to the players' locker room. She didn't know what to expect at this point, nor did she care. Most baseball players, from what she had seen, were fairly decent, civilized men, but she knew there was the possibility of encountering another Ramon Casada. Even so, her body was clamoring for satisfaction and she had to have it.
For a moment it seemed as if the locker room was empty. She looked around, seeing the open lockers-they didn't use the old-fashioned kind with the metal doors any longer.
"What are you doing here?" a voice asked.
Turning, she saw the team manager, Zak Milton, standing behind her. He had just come out of the shower and had nothing but a towel around his naturally dark body. Though a little heavy, Zak, who had played major league ball some years earlier, was still in good physical shape. His hair was still black, even though he was in his late forties or early fifties-she wasn't able to figure out which.
"I ... uhhhhh ... was looking for someone," she said.
"Look, lady, I'm the only one in here, so scram. I don't appreciate some strange broad looking at me while I'm not wearing clothes."
"What's the matter?" Ellen teased without thinking. "Are you afraid you don't have something worth looking at?"
Zak wasn't the type to stand for anything-not from his players, and certainly not from some strange woman. He walked over to her, grabbed her by the arm, and shoved her into his office, a small room with a desk in one corner and an old, battered leather couch in another. His brown eyes had a hard glitter in them, and his long, pointy nose twitched as he licked his thin lips.
Whipping the towel away, he revealed a semi-erect penis of better-than-average proportions, then said, "There!"
"Well, you're all right," Ellen nodded, feeling a little scared at the moment, not used to being manhandled quite this roughly, not even by Ramon Casada.
"You've seen me," Zak snapped. "I think it only fair I get a look at your body. Now I'll say it once. Strip! Give me a hard time and I'll rip the goddamn clothes off you, rape the shit out of you, then call the stadium security and have you arrested for indecent exposure. Come on, lady, off with everything!" he barked, his voice a harsh, discordant growl.
Ellen was terrified. She had come looking for action, but it was obvious this man intended hurting her, and if she didn't obey him he would hurt her even more. She considered hitting him in the testicles, then running, but if she missed and he punched her ... well, she would have a hard time explaining any bruise, especially a black eye, to Kenny when he got back.
"All right!" Ellen gasped defiantly.
She walked over to the desk, put her purse and glasses down, then zipped down her red dress, stepping out of it to reveal she was totally naked. She had a spare dress in the car in case this one was ripped. Both dresses had built-in brassieres, and by now she realized the foolishness of bothering with panties.
"You're a bitch!" Zak snapped, looking at her body, at the high-set breasts with their tan nipples, "but you're one helluva beautiful bitch!"
"Do you rape all women you see?" Ellen asked, quivering with fright, but managing to stand with her head high.
"Only when they open their big mouths and walk into places where they don't belong," Zak snapped. "From now on, if you want to solicit, you pick up every men outside, not here in the locker room. Got me?"
"Y-yes!" she nodded. "Are you letting me go?"
"If I let you go the lesson wouldn't be learned," he said to her. "It's important that you learn, honey."
"Look," she said, seeing the leer on his face. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but I do know my stomach is starting to feel queasy, and if you keep this up much longer, I might throw up all over you."
"That's a chance I'll have to take," he laughed.
"Please let me go," she whimpered. "I won't come back in here again, I promise."
"A lesson learned is a lesson remembered," Zak told her. "Personally, I hope you don't cooperate, because then I'm gonna slap you around a little."
His hands reached out to grab her, but Ellen automatically backed away. When the manager began stalking her, she backed around the room, her white, quivering form drawing him like a magnet. He stared at her full, bouncing, swollen breasts, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
As far as Ellen was concerned, this man was angry, probably because his team had lost the second half of the doubleheader, and he was using his anger as an excuse to hurt her. She had done nothing to him, and there was no reason for him to want to hurt her, so it had to be the loss of the ball game.
Zak leaped at her and she pulled back from him, but little by little she was being forced backward until she was against the sofa. She fell, tumbling onto the old, cracked leather, feeling the man's eyes washing over her.
Zak was directly above her now, and she felt his heated breath touching her flesh as he bent down to whisper, "You need a good lesson, you dumb cunt. I'm just the one to give it to you. If cunts like you stayed away from my players, they might have more strength to do what they're being paid to do."
She stared at the way he was gripping his thick cock in his hand, and he began stroking it back and forth. The head, which had been a light violet before, was now a rich purple. The sight ought to have repelled her considering the way he was forcing her to his will, but she felt aroused enough to feel her inner juices already starting to flow.
"Lie down!" Zak ordered, and she, too afraid to argue, lay down on the sofa lengthwise. He straddled her breasts, forcing a knee between her body and the back of the couch, and his other knee under her arm. Her swollen breasts were rubbing against the cheeks of his ass as his throbbing cock rested in the hollow of her throat.
Reaching down, he slid his hand behind her head and lifted it, saying, "I'm gonna be Mr. Nice Guy only once. I'm not pulling your hair. But if you give me a hard time, I'll yank until I've pulled every hair out of your head, and all those beautiful long curls will be gone for a long, long time."
Ellen was more terrified than ever when she realized what he wanted. He was leaning forward, his cock still tightly gripped in his hand, and he was slowly forcing the rubbery tip against her soft lips.
"UUUUUMMMMPHHHHH! NO! NO! NO!" she muttered through clenched teeth as she felt his fingers digging into the nape of her neck. He was hurting her, and if he pulled any harder, she was afraid he would tug off her wig and see who she was. Whether he recognized her or not at the present time, sooner or later he would see her, either in person or with Kenny-posing for a picture, and he would really have an edge over her. "This is disgusting, it's perverted! I won't do this!" she mumbled.
Terror filled Ellen as she squirmed under the man's heavy buttocks while they pressed all the more firmly into her breasts. She was almost cross-eyed, looking down at his rock hard penis as it stabbed itself against her lower face time and again. Though she had read about fellatio, it was one of the things she had never thought about. Certainly she had no intention of performing it. The mere idea of her having to do something like this was obscenely nauseating. Her nostrils twitched as she smelled the deodorant soap he had used to wash his groin, and she quaked. He was trying to cram that horrible thing into her mouth. Well, she wouldn't allow him to do it.
"YOU GODDAMN WHORE!" Zak snapped. "You came here looking for action with one of my boys, but you ended up with me instead. Either you do as I say, or I promise you one helluva lot of pain. I promise you, you either start sucking or I'll ram a baseball bat up your cunt and make you run naked through the city, right down State Street.
He let go of his penis then and began slapping her face, but not too hard. There would be no visible marks or bruises, but the slaps had just enough strength behind them to let her know who was boss. The slaps stung, but even worse was the degradation she felt. Ellen had come here looking for the assuagement of her body's needs. She hadn't been looking to hurt anyone. On the contrary, she had been looking to give someone a good time, herself included. Why was this terrible man doing this to her?
Ellen began wildly struggling under his heavy torso, fighting, squirming, writhing, wriggling, doing her level best to resist as a continual downpour of tears flooded her cheeks. He was shaming her, making her feel lower than she had ever felt in her life. Even as she continued struggling, Ellen felt her body already losing strength. The man was obviously determined to fuck her in the mouth, and there was no way for her to avoid it.
"SUCK MY COCK, DAMN YOU!" Zak insisted, his voice hoarse with the lust that was continually mounting inside him.
His hand, behind her head, jerked her face a little higher, pulling it even closer to the throbbing length of his hard, pulsating penis. His other hand continued slapping her lovely face each time she refused to obey him.
The pressure of his buttocks on her chest was becoming overpowering, and Ellen was finding it more and more difficult to breathe. She finally went totally limp under the abusive manager.
"Now!" Zak snapped, pressing on her jaw hinges until her mouth began opening. "You reach up, take my cock in your hands, and then you be the one to guide it into your mouth."
Ellen's fingers slowly reached up and surrounded his inflamed penis. Tears continued streaming down her face as she asked, "Why are you doing this horrible thing to me?"
"Hold my cock tight," Zak told her, ignoring her question. "While you're holding it, use your tongue to lick it up and down and all around. Lick the entire underside first, then tongue the rest of it. Oh, yeah, I want you to use those sweet lips of yours on my balls, too. Don't stop licking until I tell you to, because when the licking stops the sucking starts!"
Looking at the subserviently beautiful redhead below him, he enjoyed looking at the way she stared at him, awe-stricken, and he had to admit he was about to be sucked by one hell of a good looking face. It was going to be a pleasure to stuff her mouth.
Slowly, fearfully, the lovely woman's fingers tightened their grip on the man's thick, heavy penis. This caused all kinds of heated bursts of fiery thrills to explode inside the solid rod, making it twitch as Zak gasped out a deep grunt. He stared down at her pretty eyes, looking at the red eye shadow, watching her tear-shiny eyes enlarged in a heady combination of completely debasing subjugation and a secret inner desire of which her conscious mind was not yet aware. Zak saw the tiny flames of lustful desire kindling in their brown depths, although Ellen was so wrapped up in thoughts of being debased that she didn't even realize that inwardly this was another new experience her body wanted to enjoy and taste.
The tingling thrill of her hands tightly wrapped around Zak's stiffly heated cock caused flashes of blistering desire to rapidly fire their way through the quivering man. He was blinded to anything other than the pressure he expected shortly when her lips surrounded his cock.
Ellen began becoming aware of the tingling sensations racing through her own body and she fought them back, certain they were sensations of total disgust. The feeling was starting to take utter possession of her, and the fear she had been feeling had suddenly given way to a fermenting galvanization of overpoweringly wanton desire. It spiraled through her entire quivering body, reaching deep into her quaking vagina as her hand closed all the more tightly around the stiffly intruding penis.
Her perplexed mind was now quickly becoming a network of completely uncontrollable passions again as she realized each new sexual experience was drawing her deeper into this mire of lust she had tried so hard to avoid for the past week. Her hand began unconsciously stroking his sturdy phallus and more heat was starting to pour through her trembling body. A new, almost masochistic desire was shooting through her, building even higher, and then Zak's fingers tightened on the nape of her neck, almost dislodging her wig as he said, "COME ON, BITCH! PUT THE OLD PECKER INTO THAT HOT LITTLE MOUTH AND START GIVING ME SOME TONGUE ACTION."
His voice snapped her out of her sexual lethargy as he squeezed the nape of her neck so hard that he tugged her lips against the tip of his penis.
"Please don't make me do this," she whimpered submissively, begging and pleading, sobbing because she felt the sense of inner desire building to the point where she would be sucking on the organ at any moment now if he didn't take it away. Her mouth was actually watering as she inhaled the aroma from his groin.
"If this cock belonged to one of the guys on the team you would probably be sucking it with gusto," he snapped. "But this happens to be my cock, and I'm the one who needs that mouth on it, so get that tongue licking, baby."
The sound of his voice continually rubbed against her brain like sandpaper, and it brought terror back to Ellen. She shuddered as she lay there, realizing there was no way to avoid any of this. She ached to get away with all her heart-at least her mind did. But her body was looking forward to the experience, In the depths of what she felt was her continual debasement, she continually stroked the penis with a closed fist, feeling Zak bounce up and down, flattening her breasts with his ass-cheeks. Each time her hand pulled back on it, the head of the throbbing organ swelled, making his trembling purple a deeper lilac. She continued staring at it with crossed eyes as her hand kept on tugging on it.
Ellen sighed, staring at the throbbing instrument in her tight fist, feeling a fiery heat develop inside her. Soon her entire universe was wrapped up in the heatedly pulsating phallic length gripped by her squeezing fist. Her slenderly small fingers just barely managed to go around it, it was so thick. Each tug of her hand appeared to bring the head closer and closer to her parted lips. His hand on her neck lifted her head higher, and more saliva dribbled from the corners of her mouth.
The tight squeeze of her clinging hand made Zak shudder with anticipatory desire. This caused more searing, burning tickles of wantonly rampant lust to suddenly ladder their way through her quivering body. She breathed deeply, inhaling the rich essence of his groin, and by now she knew she was going to do just as he ordered.
Slowly she extened her tongue, reaching, reaching, reaching, and finally finding the penile tip. Her tongue stretched farther, at last coming into the slightest contact with the firm, apricot-shaped tip.
The touch of her hot tongue on the point of his glans made Zak shudder and suddenly gasp. To him, it was as if a hot wire had suddenly been applied to his throbbing penis. He forced himself to keep rock-steady as her tongue remained where it was.
For a moment Ellen was afraid of tugging her tongue back into her mouth. To do so meant having to taste his penile oil. In order to keep her tongue extended-in order not to taste the fluid now deposited on it, she began swirling her tongue around his penile extension, hopeful of wiping the fluid off. Then she discovered she was licking faster, circling his cock time and again. Then her tongue, as if acting independently of her mind, began lapping up and down the underside, experimenting with the penis, tasting the oils, and also tasting the flesh.
The movement of her tongue was too much for Zak Milton. He was unable to control himself and his buttocks began bouncing on her firmly pillowing breasts. When the tip of her tingling tongue licked into the wetly narrow slit in the head of his penis, Zak was ready to hit the ceiling.
Ellen, still holding her breath, suddenly realized she was actually tasting the salty emission of colorless fluid as it kept on leaking from his penile opening. This was the first time in her life she had ever tasted lubrication, and the oily essence of it on her tongue made her writhe insanely. She wanted to wipe it off, but the penis was the only thing on which she was able to wipe her tongue, and it was more sodden than ever with her oral juices and his oily secretion. The more she tried wiping the oils on her tongue against his cock, the more oil flowed from the tip of his penis. It was a terrible, never-ending cycle.
The scent from his crotch added to the salty tang of his emitted oil, causing another thrilling wave of flaring desire to shudder its way through her quivering body. Her provoked nostrils began widely twitching, and without realizing it, she found her tongue licking all over the throbbing penis. Her hand still gripped the base of the organ, tugging hard on the swollen staff, the back of her fist pressing against his heavily hanging scrotum sac. Now her titillating tongue was lightly dancing around the corona, licking the rim ever so gently, tickling it and making the glans flex. Her fingers were massaging the ball, squeezing them, but with just the right amount of pressure, as if she had been doing this all her life.
At one point her licking tongue moved down to his heavy testicles and began thoroughly licking them, touching each little wrinkle in the scrotum. Her left hand now reached behind the man's seated body, reaching beneath his buttocks and scraping his scrotum from behind. This, combined with the licking of her tongue, made Zak Milton tremble even more.
Her fingers slipped beneath his gonads as if trying to weigh them, and all the while her other hand continued tickling his throbbing penis as if trying to make up for the fact that her tongue was unable to be in two places at once. She gripped the solid stalk and held it up so her tongue was able to slide from his balls and then circle his glans, teasing his corona.
Ellen stared at the throbbing organ, unable to fathom why she was permitting herself to become emotionally involved with the pulsating organ-allowing it rather than the man himself to dominate her feelings. Yes, she had initially been forced to do this, and knew were she to stop he would still force her, but a strange, totally overwhelming sensation had welled up inside her quivering body. For some ridiculous, unaccountable reason she realized she actually liked his penis. She liked licking it, she liked tasting it, and she discovered her mouth was making love to it. It was shameful, wicked, obscene, vile, and atrocious, and yet she adored every little thing she was doing to the throbbing, pulsating organ, filling her mouth with the taste of it.
She was no longer content with merely licking it now. She wanted to start sucking on that thick, bloated, violet-colored head. She wanted to suck it until she had drained all the color from it.
Without Zak ordering her this time, even though she knew it was something she had initially fought against, she moved her anxious, circling lips slowly forward, taking the fullness of the spongy purple head into the ovaled pink ribbon of her lips, allowing the burning piston of flesh to continually glide wetly along the stiff length of her extended tongue. Her wetly rounded oral cavern absorbed more and more of the pulsing penis, the oozing drops of oily seepage filling her hot oral cavern with its delightful moisture.
Hearing Zak Milton groan, the totally dominated woman now sighed. Her head continued its awkward bobbing as he looked down at her, thinking how fantastic she looked with those bright eyes, red eye shadow and all that red rouge almost matching the color of her hair as her mouth swelled around the throbbing cock and continued moving up and down, sucking the turgid instrument. Her delightfully beautiful face looked so thrillingly and obscenely distorted, yet the distortion only served to make her look that much more beautiful. Without meaning to, Ellen West found herself sucking all the more strongly, bobbing her head up and down uncontrollably, caught in the web of desire that had laced itself through her ever since her husband had first initiated her into sex.
Zak continued gasping and trembling, realizing he had really started something going in this absolutely beautiful redheaded woman. The heavily made-up beauty was now attempting to cram the entire length of his hotly throbbing cock down her tightly narrow gullet. He groaned as he raised her head a little higher, allowing him to pump his cock that much more easily into her mouth. His knees dug into the leather sofa as his hand released her head, and he was pleased to see she was straining to keep her head up in spite of there being no support behind it. Now he cupped her face between his palms.
All the while he continued stuffing more of his throbbing cock, into her delightfully sucking mouth, cramming it into her throat as if it were a sausage. When his phallic tip touched her throat, he continued pressing forward. Since this was her first time sucking-something that was obvious to him in spite of how well she was doing-he figured she might as well learn the right way this time.
The man continued pushing his pulsing penis forward, pressing it into the narrowness of her tight gullet. Ellen was certain she would choke and gag on it, but because she so readily accepted it, her throat was relaxed. Not that the eagerness with which she sucked had abated at all. She pulled as much of the meaty length into her throat as she was able, and for a brief instant found herself coughing a little. But she was so anxious to suck more of it inside her that her throat relaxed and the glans pushed that much more easily into her esophagus. Her pharynx wound itself tightly around the pressuring organ, and Zak felt as if a burning coil had been tightly wrapped around his throbbing penis. All the while her hand continued to lovingly caress his swollen testicles.
This bitch was good! Zak wondered why she had come in here, dressed up like a tramp with time to spare, when it was obvious that all this was new to her. Yet she took to it easily enough. Hell! He'd had his share of blow jobs. The pros had that certain something about them that let you spot them immediately. This one was no pro, but seemed to be liking what she was doing so much that she was outperforming the pros. Hell! None of the whores he had known had sucked a cock so avidly. What this particular broad lacked in experience she was quickly making up for with anxiety. Sheesh! Her willingness put the prosties to shame.
Zak began pounding his hips back and forth, continually pumping his swollen, licentiously blood-bloated cock in and out of her working, anxiously sucking, rapidly slurping mouth. Her gullet opened wide to take his thick glans again as he jammed his cock forward. She literally felt the corona "pop" in and out of her sucking throat. His penis continued vibrating uncontrollably as her lips made loud, noisy sucking sounds and her fingers constantly teased his balls. His own hands remained tightly clamped around her cheeks, feeling some of the rouge coming off.
Zak Milton stared with lascivious captivation as the beautiful woman's cheeks began obscenely puffing, swelling out because of the pressure when he thrust his cock inward, her head constantly bobbing furiously again and again. Her sweet lips toiled back and forth with more and more speed, letting Zak know that, for the moment, anyway, she had become totally subservient to his wants and needs.
The manager was pleased. It was the first time since the second game of the double-header had started that he felt pleased. He continued pounding his groin into her sweet, lovely face, but realized he was slowly but surely losing control of himself. He crammed his swollen cock deeper into her gullet, thrusting it in with greater enjoyment than ever, feeling how narrowly it clung to his penis. The pressure of her ovaling lips also increased as she sucked with mounting determination.
The man was unable to contain a smile of dominant lust, enjoying this all the more because he believed she had come here probably for the express purpose of making time with one of his players and was sucking his cock instead. She was sucking his cock like a newborn babe would pull at a nipple. Her voice was a constant shuddering, rasping groan, coming from somewhere in her throat as passion continued mounting inside her. He felt the rapture she was enjoying flicker through his own stiff phallus and he began vibrating from top to bottom.
Ellen was no longer able to understand what was going on in her body. She was going out of her mind with lust, and had a greater desire than ever to swallow as much of the man's inflamed prick as she was able to cram down her throat. She felt a wickedly obscene and stimulating thrill shooting through her as she continued sucking the man's penis. Her cheeks still burned from the many times he had slapped her, and her full breasts throbbed because of the weighty pressure of his buttocks squashing them.
This man was worse than Ramon Casada. Ramon had used her for his own benefit, but in doing so had taught her many new and enjoyable ways to make love. This man was totally degrading and cheapening her, making her feel totally helpless, and yet she was adoring the fact that she was his sexual slave, much as she disliked him as an individual. Through all the wickedness of what he was doing to her, humbling her, she was feeling a greater perverted wantonness as enrapturing sensations of wicked lust continued building in the depths of her shuddering body to where her mind and conscience were overpowered by dominating lust. The truth was, she never really had that much of a conscience, except when it came to her being humiliated. The lust that had been constantly building in her merely became that much more powerful as she realized she had found yet another way to physically make love to a man. There was a heatedly intensifying salaciousness bursting insanely through her quivering loins, her belly, and yes ... even yer vagina, making her realize how much her mind had become a slave to her body.
Her hands now clung possessively to the man's throbbingly swollen phallus each time the heavy organ slid from her mouth. When the cock pushed into her oral cave, her fingers returned to his uptight testicles. She was totally overcome with the desire to please as well as the need to be satisfied.
Ellen had never in her entire life believed she would ever suck a man's cock, even after having read about it in a book. Certainly Kenny had never even asked her to do it, and if her husband wasn't a "blow job freak" then there was no reason on earth why she should have to learn such a demeaning thing.
Now though, she had to admit she was enjoying this immensely. It was totally overwhelming her, and the more she sucked, the more she wanted to suck. For some reason she felt a feeling of inner, perhaps perverse satisfaction, as well as feeling comfort and delightfully sheer bliss from the knowledge that she was doing a good job of it. Oh yes! She was no fool. She knew full well what a good job she was doing of sucking the man's penis.
For some reason unknown to her, she was looking forard to each thrust of his throbbing phallic pole as it crammed itself into her heatedly sucking gullet. It pushed ever farther into her tightly restricted throat, feeling as if it might reach all the way down into her belly. Mmmmm! That would really be something.
At one point he stopped fucking into her precious mouth, but with his pulsating prick totally buried as far in as possible. Her tongue came snaking out underneath and began tickling his scrotum while her esophagus continually closed tightly around the head of his throbbing spear. The tip of her oral organ anxiously washed over his wrinkled hairy testicle container, making him bounce from side to side while still sitting on her breasts.
When he slid the length of his pulsating penis back to the entrance of her mouth, her tongue anxiously licked out and lapped into the glans slit, exploring the tiny hole again and again, hoping to coax out more of his tasty colorless, salty tang. During all this she felt a heated moistness continually building volcanically in her own quivering vagina. Her thighs tightly squeezed together and her vagina lips began rubbing against one another.
Zak stared down at the absolutely ravishing radiance that was shining from the woman wearing the red-wigged curls. He was completely entranced by the manner in which her sucking lips elastically stretched to completely accommodate the swollen thickness of his throbbing cock.
He continued guiding her absolutely beautiful face with the palms of his hands, lasciviously cramming his solid phallus in and out of the tight ring of her contorted lips. He watched the way her ripely clinging mouth solidly gripped his sliding length of cock, seeing the tiny pink ridges of oral flesh pull out as his hard cock continued sliding back, then seemingly disappearing, folding in on themselves each time his extra-sensitive cockhead sank all the way into her clinging throat.
Zak shuddered each time the point of his pulsing penis rubbed against her inner membranes, gasping at the way her esophagus clung tightly to his glans, creating an overpowering sensation he had never previously known in all the years he'd been with different women. Her breathing was very strong and he felt the air leaving her nostrils as her breath made his pelvic hairs continually flutter. Then he was suddenly aware of the way her body was bouncing on the sofa and he realized she was getting something from all this, as well as he.
It was true, though not even Ellen had realized it until now. The constant rubbing of his penile point, pushing deeper into her clinging throat, was bringing Ellen ever closer to her own climactic peak. The helpless wife was unable to understand precisely why, but did know that the orgasm was welling up inside her, continually building, mounting, growing, swelling until the shuddering climax shattered her internal self, making her thrash wildly and uncontrollably beneath his body.
"GGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAUUUUUU-CCCCCHHHHHGGGGGLLLLLRRRRRR-CCCCCCHHHHH ... UUUUUGGGGGG-LLLLLCCCCCHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNN-GGGGGHHHHHCCCCCHHHHHAAA-GGGHHH!" she gagged out loud, flopping about insanely as the uncontrollable throat orgasm hammered its way into the seething depths of her shuddering body, reaching into her vagina and setting her off down there as well.
The overpowering pressure in her throat as she peaked was too much for Zak Milton, and he felt his own towering wave of semen rising as her taut lips locked around the throbbing base of his pulsing cock. Then he was firing, totally out of control.
YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGG-HHHHH . . .GGGGGHHHHHAAAAA-NNNNNGGGGGHHHHHUUUUURRRRR-GGGGGHHGGG!" he bellowed.
Jets of white fluid washed down the lovely Ellen's throat, and she discovered the splashes into her gullet to be one of the most thrilling sensations she had ever known. She swallowed rapidly, trying to drink all the fluid, but her swallowing wasn't rapid enough. The flood soon filled her lovely mouth to overflowing, and the heavy white liquid oozed from the corners of her pretty lips, running down the sides of her face, dripping onto her long white throat.
It was getting away from her. Some of that deliciously tasty sauce he was ejaculating was not going down her throat, after all. She began sucking harder and harder, but he was unleashing such copious quantities that, no matter how much she drank, more was spilling from her mouth than was being swallowed, backing up all over his hairy penile base, the fluid getting caught in her pelvic hairs.
Even so, a large quantity of the fluid did slide into her belly to form a warm, comforting pool, and she sucked all the more desperately as she became aware of the spurts lessening. But no matter how hard she sucked, his penis was already softening, and the quantities of sperm were less and less until there was only a dribbling, and finally, not even that.
When Zak finished shooting, he stayed in place, making sure her tongue cleaned him all up. Finally he climbed off her and said, "Next time maybe you won't come whoring around in here."
Unable to speak, hating herself for having responded to his forcing her to do what she had done, she quickly dressed, then turned and hurried out of the locker room. But even as she walked she licked her lips, the taste of semen still heavy in her mouth.
CHAPTER NINE
Kenny West had been brought up to believe that one fucked one's wife flat on her back and that was all. She was meant to make babies and to alleviate sexual frustrations, but nothing more. If a man wanted "imagine fuckin'" he went either to a whore or got himself a girl on the side.
Kenny had a girl on the side.
Moya Monahan was as fine an Irish lass that ever graced the United States. Poppa Monahan had been in steel, and as a result when he had died and his son had taken over the plant, he saw to it his baby sister, Moya, got a substantial allowance. Substantial! Five thousand dollars a month, plus he paid for any and all of her travel expenses as she went all over the country.
Moya was a stunning woman, about twenty, spoiled rotten by all the money she had, and loving every last bit of it. She had honey blonde hair, which for some reason never waved or curled. It was straight. So she had it cut short, just above her shoulders, and had bangs in front to cover her high forehead. Her nose was very straight with a small bridge, and her brown eyes flashed and reflected all the fire that was burning in Moya. Had someone been able to harness the heat in Moya, it would have been enough to melt steel in one of the ovens at Monahan Steel.
Moya liked Kenny, and so whenever he played his "away" games, she followed him all over the country. There was something about the way he fucked that excited her as no other man had ever been able to do.
To Moya, everything was either he or she. There was no such thing as an "it." She even referred to a cock as he or him.
Because Kenny was doing exceedingly well as a batter as well as a catcher, the Hornet manager kept his mouth shut when Kenny didn't show up for bed check at the hotel where the rest of the team always stayed when they played in one city or another while away. The manager knew Kenny didn't drink, and also knew that sex seemed to stimulate Kenny. So he kept his mouth shut.
Kenny always called his wife from Moya's hotel room, just before getting ready to enjoy her. He was a firm believer in the old double standard and wanted to make certain his wife was home safe and sound before screwing his mistress.
That Monday there was no game, and because it was drizzling, the team had called off practice at the Atlanta ball field. Kenny had just finished calling Ellen, and now the six-foot-two, rugged looking man was admiring Moya. He ran his hand through his straight brown hair, a smile creasing his bulldoggish features. He had been out getting the papers and Moya was dressed in only a white robe, telling him, "Come on, Kenny. Get comfy."
"Don't you ever get enough?" Kenny laughed.
The top of her robe was open just enough for him to see the soft whiteness of her full breasts. They were delectable. Kenny had to admit that, next to his wife, Moya had the most perfect female body he knew.
"Never," she replied as he sat, and she reached out with her right hand and placed the spread fingers against his crotch. "From what I can feel, the stiff little fellow under your pants tells me he hasn't had enough, either.
Pursing her lips, she leaned forward and brushed the tip of his chin. Then, very slowly, Moya closed her fingers, pressing them into the material of his pants. Her breasts seemed to swell as she did so, and the rosy circle of one pink areola appeared at the top of her robe opening. She smiled, searching his face.
Kenny did his best to fight his mounting passion, knowing if he held off long enough it was better. Besides, he had a habit of climaxing too quickly with Moya sometimes, and she always found a way to stiffen his cock again which while enjoyable, sometimes felt a little too overpowering.
While he was looking at the beautiful blonde, Moya eased down his fly zipper, he fingers searching and probing in an effort to find his aroused organ. A moment later he eyes fascinatedly locked on his groin. She found the throbbing organ, pulled it out and held it tightly, clasping it firmly and movin her hand to the base so that it reared its circumcised head.
"OHHHHHHH YESSSSSSS..." she breathed softly, letting air flow all over it a she leaned toward the organ. "As usual, he's a horny darling. Please, Kenny, please give him to me." With her two hands she got a firm grip on the thick column of flesh as it throbbed and pulsed with an impatience far greater than that of the man to which it was attached.
Sucking in his breath, Kenny moved his arm along the back of the sofa, allowing his fingers to finally fall on her left shoulder, sweeping back the robe so he was able to touch bare flesh. Now his hand began to slowly flutter nervously down over the liquid smooth flesh of her bulging breast.
His probing fingertips brought a familiar urgency to her ripening, swelling breast. She removed one hand from his throbbing penis long enough to untie her robe sash and let the white garment fall open. Then, as Kenny stifled a groan, she slid out of the robe, letting him stare at the perfection of her two rounded globes. They weren't quite as large as his wife's, but were just as solid and as round. The only difference visually was their pink nipples and areolas as opposed to Ellen's tan breast-points.
"My, my, my, still a tit-man, eh, Kenny," she laughed, widely grinning as her hand moved back to his throbbing, steaming penis. A bubble of overdue lubrication had appeared on the very tip, and the woman deftly moved her hand upward, allowing her clasping fingers to spread the oil all over his tumid shaft.
"UNNNNNHHHHH!" was all Kenny was able to say.
"Now he's getting ready," Moya whispered, her eyes widening delightedly in quivering anticipation as she grasped the shaft tightly and moved her hand down to the throbbing base. She stared at it with longing in her eyes, her tongue fluttering lazily across her lips. "Let's move to the bed," she said to him. "I want to love him properly."
Getting to his feet, Kenny let Moya undress him. He glanced down once at his thick penis, which was swinging in readiness as he kicked his pants and undershorts off. Then he stood breathing and gasping as she sinuously wound her body back and forth before him. She was just about as sexy as his wife, and he still was unable to figure how the two of them, Moya and himself, had ultimately gotten together.
She had been at a ball game, and had been fascinated by the players. Wanting to have an affair with one of them, she had met them at their hotel, and it was Kenny who had caught her eye. It was as simple as that. She was glad that he was married because she, herself, was trying to avoid any lasting entanglements.
"Come on and let me make love to him," Moya softly murmured, her big brown eyes never once leaving the up-thrust penis. "First let me feel the two fellows you have dangling in the gunny sack between your legs," she teased. Holding out a cupped hand, she took his wrinkled scrotum, delighting in the way Kenny gasped as her fingers settled around the swollen clump. "You know," she said, talking directly to the penis. "You're always a pleasant surprise. I've known many big penises in my time, but you have to be about the biggest, thickest one I have ever known." She clung to his testicles all the more tightly, then slid her hand back as he parted his thighs even more. "DELIGHTFUL!" The big prick swung down as if ready to stab her, and Moya promptly fell to her naked knees, her eyes focused on the very tip, where another big bubble of lubrication suddenly appeared.
The room started to sway before Kenny had properly braced his feet. He had expected a roll or two in the hay with Moya, and that had been last season. But she had stayed with him on the road during the entire season, and then had come back again this season when the games had begun. She was good for him, letting him take out all his lusty urges on her so he was able to keep himself fucking his wife in a missionary position throughout the rest of the year. There had been times when he certainly would have sucked his wife's cunt had he not had Moya around to relieve the strain, and knowing Ellen as he did, once he began licking her vagina regularly, she would have eventually started sucking his cock the way Moya always did. He had to prevent that.
He stared at the blonde's youthful body, now bending over ever so slightly so that her magnificent breasts just hung there, swaying from her side-to-side movements as she pushed on his testicles and at the same time stroked his blazing penis with her other hand.
"May I kiss him?" she asked.
Fascinated, the man watched the lovely face framed by thick, straight honey blonde hair lowly move forward. He moved his feet a lit-le farther apart.
Her tongue leaped out and washed across the tip of his penis. It had streaked out with the startling swiftness of a cobra's, catching Kenny completely off guard.
"GGGGHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGG-HHHH!" he gasped.
Her mouth immediately followed. It was only partially open and she made the dome-like head of his throbbing phallus force her pursed lips widely apart. Slowly she pushed her head forward, making the thick organ penetrate into her heatedly soaking mouth, clamping her lips around the thick ridge of his corona before touching the knotted underside lightly with the flat of her tongue.
His hands flew to his head as he gasped, "OOOHHHAAAH!"
Moya suddenly withdrew at once, turning her face to look at Kenny's, smiling, and saying, "My! But he does love that!"
"OHHHHHHH ... YESSSSSSS..." Kenny gasped, the burning in his testicles excruciating.
She licked at the very end of his cock, sucking away some of the viscous oil he was emitting, filling her own body with thrilled desire. She licked his scorching organ tenderly, savoring the rich oiliness of his lubrication. The way in which he shuddered brought an overpowering, thrilling urgency Moya was having difficulty controlling. She slid her mouth over the penile head, hooding it, washing it with her tongue, and then, with a supreme effort, pulled back and struggled to her feet.
Taking his hand, she climbed onto the bed, waiting for him to join her, then pushed him onto his back, "I want to love him some more," she insisted.
"He's pretty excited," Kenny gasped, himself referring to his penis as "he."
The moment he said it, he realized how ridiculous it sounded, but it excited him even more. Moya was kneeling and crouched, doing her best to avert his gaze by waving her buttocks, wanting him to concentrate elsewhere so he didn't orgasm too quickly. Just looking at her swaying breasts was enough for Kenny, though. His testicles were ready to explode, and the curving beauty of the young, white-skinned woman was already making his penis reach and strain in anticipation. He gave a deep moan as her hands once again settled around the anxious penis.
"Yes, he's excited, all right," Moya nodded, moving her mouth to where her fingers were gripping the throbbing length of steely flesh. She planted burning kisses up the length of his stem. All the time she was murmuring, whispering endearments to his phallus as if speaking to a baby about to fall asleep.
For Kenny West, sleep was the farthest thing from his mind at that moment. The boiling sperm rumbling in his testicles was simmering and aching to burst free.
He tried not to look as her tongue once again reached the top of his penis. Instead he stared straight up at the ceiling, feeling the tingling stab of her curling tongue as it darted teasingly to brush at the top of his phallus. He made the mistake of looking down once, seeing her hanging breasts in all their beauty and roundness. Abruptly, with an impetuosity he had never been able to control, his hands flew out and he was carefully grasping the silky softness of her flesh.
The thick shaft of vibrant red meat with the purple dome was shuddering dangerously. Every muscle, every vein stood out in readiness for the onslaught that was to come.
Moya's mouth suddenly opened and then closed around the throbbing head, and she clutched at the enormous testicles, now swollen like a massive clump of hot clay. She cupped his testicles a little longer, then slid a finger under his body, finding his rectum. Slowly she slid a forefinger into his ass, the motion making him lift his hips so that his blazing pole was more up-thrust than ever as her other hand tightly gripped it at its base.
"GHHHUUUUUNNNGGGHHH!" he gasped, and the gasp warned her that he was ready to fuck. Moya, like Ellen West, was capable of having an oral orgasm, and wondered whether to let him fuck her, or to suck him dry.
His hand had found her other dangling breast, and now he was tugging on both paps as if milking them, tugging on them avidly as she continued bending over in what was the most erotic pose he had ever seen. Her tongue once again darted out fleetingly to touch the tip of his throbbing cock, forcing him to jerk uncontrollably as he twitched and gasped, "NO MORE! PLEASE, MOYA, NO MORE!"
She decided, finally; she wanted him to fuck her. It was a last minute decision. Already a thin stream of lubricant was oozing out of his penis in an almost steady continuation. She unclasped her hands from around the throbbing base and kissed the long shaft as it slowly dipped back to touch his hairy stomach.
Now she was leaping on top of him, straddling him, her hand back and reaching under her to prop up the fabulous length and breadth of his pulsating penis. She allowed it to be up-thrust as she wiggled herself into place, the cheeks of her firm young buttocks clasping it as she ground her two knees into the sides of his waist. The penis slid into her asscrack.
His hands had returned to her swollen breasts, his eyes glazed as he focused on the ripeness of her lovely mammaries. The nipples looked like ripe pink berries and he wanted one in his mouth. "GIVE ME A NIPPLE!" he gasped.
"Sure thing," she nodded, her entire body aflame with all kinds of incinerating lust. The feeling of the thick, wet cock lodged between her soft ass-cheeks brought a new wave of ecstasy charging through her quivering vagina. She leaned forward and let her breasts dangle over his face. He selected the left nipple and began hungrily chewing on it. Then she tightly shut her eyes as his slavering mouth nibbled and sucked on her raging breast.
Just how long Moya allowed him to chew on first one nipple, then the other, she wasn't at all sure. She pulled at his testicles, feeling their strength, the movement making the shining head of his penis slap at the tail of her spine. She wanted to do more, but was afraid anything more would make him prematurely fire. Instead, she patiently waited, the movement of his tongue and teeth on her breasts making her become more aroused. Finally she was able to restrain herself no longer.
"Can I have him inside me?" she gasped.
"Honey," he told her. "One quick thrust and it'll be over, I know it."
"I don't care," Moya said. "I can re-build him again." Her hands had released his testicles, and now her fingers wrapped themselves tightly around his throbbing penis. "PLEASE, KEN!"
He sucked on her breast like a starved child. The nipple was so hard it felt as if it were made out of diamond instead of flesh.
Moya pressed her knees all the more tightly into Kenny's waist. As she did so, she lifted her hips and rotated her buttocks, a light cry escaping as the pulsing head of his penis continued rubbing against the pucker of her ass-hole. Then, unable to control herself, she jerked her body backward less than an inch and deftly slipped the towering head into the wet heat of her cunt. She hesitated a few seconds, and then, unable to restrain herself any longer, cried out with loud delight and sank the sucking inner lips of her cunt to the hairy base of his cock, gobbling the entire length into her. She clamped her vulva tightly around the throbbing organ, thrilling to its thickness inside her.
For a brief instant Kenny West felt himself on the verge of passing out. The exquisite ache of delightful pleasure which swept through his shuddering groin was totally beyond belief. A long, soft moan came issuing from his mouth as he lay there, his anxious penis poking straight up, sliding into the oily, sucking recesses of her seething vaginal tunnel. He had stopped sucking on her breast, and now he lay back, gasping for breath.
Moya fought to control the initial sweep of passion now filling her thrilled interior. She stolidly braced herself, holding her wide, rounded hips down in order that she might more fully appreciate the magnificent length and breadth of the penis inside her body. She liked using this position because, with herself on top, she felt in control of the fucking situation. She sat upright, looking down at his horizontal torso, thrilled to her impalement on the thick, thundering shaft, her sucking vagina tightly clasping and grabbing at the intruding penis. With her knees still digging into Kenny's sides, she stretched her body, cupping the fullness of her supple breasts, lifting them and laughing as Kenny stared at them the way he always did, his mouth working as if he were still sucking one of them.
Her hand snaked behind her, and reaching down, she filled her cupped palm with his hairy sac. It was like a large, overripe orange with two firm spots inside, and she wished somehow that she could suck his balls and watch his cock fucking into her cunt at the same time. There was no one like Kenny. Were she disposed to think of marriage, Kenny would have been the perfect husband, although she knew he would never have considered her for a wife even if he weren't already married. Theirs was the perfect physical relationship, but beyond that they really had nothing in common.
She gripped his testicles firmly and, without moving her body, began twitching her vaginal walls around the up-thrust length of his steadily probing cock. The huge penis responded in readiness.
"He loves that," Moya cried out ecstatically, gasping like a child that has found something new.
"GONNA SHOOT!" Kenny gasped. "CAN'T STOP MYSELF!"
The surging heat in his testicles was unbearable. There was something magical about her cunt, and years of self-control suddenly disappeared, as they always did when he was with Moya.
"UH OH..." she snapped, releasing his testicles, and she hurled her feminine length down on him, her wide, shapely womanly hips hammering up and down rapidly as her own orgasm began building swiftly. "DARRRLL-IIINNNNGGGGG ... UUUUUNNNNN-HHHHH..."
The heavy cock within her rolling confines was even thicker now. It was so swollen that it was all Moya was able to do to move her hot, grasping vagina around it.
Her knees moved away from the sides of his body, digging into the mattress for better leverage in order to give her more freedom. Now her hips slammed up and down, his thick phallus sliding like a metal bolt into her steaming feminine abyss.
Kenny wrapped his arms tightly around the writhing, twisting female body. Not even Ellen enjoyed fucking as much as Moya. When it came to simply enjoying sex, Moya was head and shoulders above any other woman he had ever known, though he had never really given Ellen a fair chance. He wondered how his wife would react to cunnilingus and fellatio or the woman-on-top position.
Moya's clasping vagina was like a vacuum cleaner, pulling as if determined to suck him dry. He hung on desperately, fighting for breath as her slender body atop his continued its driving, charging, lusting thrusts.
"HHHAAAUUUNNNGGGHHHAAA-GGGHHHRRRGGGHHH ... GGGHHH-UUUNNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHH-AAAGGGHHH!" he gasped into her ear as she felt his sperm come jetting into her. The pressure was so powerful that she gasped in a startled little moan. Her hips were pumping faster now, her cunt lips catching some of his sperm and, with her own inner juices, spreading the oily liquid around the thick base of his spurting penis. Even as it fired, the aroused head reared itself inside her, touching the deepest part of her womanly pocket. There was a final urgency in the way he was shooting and her lips clung so tightly to the penile shaft that the blood remained in it, keeping the organ erect, as if she were waiting for even more of his seminal flow.
One final burst came from the tip of his throbbing cock, hitting her interior with more force than had been anticipated. It was exactly what the beautufil Moya needed to set off her own climax.
"AAAIIIEEEYYYAAAIIIGGGHHH-AAARRRGGGHHH ... EEELYYYIII-AAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAA-GGGGHHHH!" she gasped, burying her face in the soft fleshiness of his shoulder, her lower body pumping and humping steadily along the length of the penis now slowly starting to shrink inside her. Her soft moans were timed to the spurts as the enormous penis finished emptying itself into her.
Moya slept for a few moments. When she finally did awaken it was several seconds before she realized where she was and the person she was with. That was when she realized she was still unhappy with what had happened. She needed more, and intended coaxing more from Kenny, especially since he wasn't playing ball that day, nor was he going to practice, what with the way it was constantly drizzling out there.
Sitting up, feeling his soft penis still inside her, she moved her hands to her up-thrust breasts, her fingertips circling the areolas until the arrogant nipples once again grew, willingly swelling and enlarging. She was filled, bloated with a happy contentment derived from the deliciousness of the short, wonderful fuck she had enjoyed.
All of this brought a smile to her face when she looked down at the napping Kenny. Wonderful Kenny! Sometimes he came a little too quickly, yet he always managed to make her reach a climax. Some men were able to fuck her literally for hours, not climaxing themselves, nor making her reach her own satisfaction. But no matter how quickly Kenny came, she was right there with him. It was as if his sperm was the catalyst needed to trigger her own orgasm. In many ways he reminded her of her own brother, whom she had always wanted to screw, but who was always uptight about incest. She wondered if this was why Kenny affected her so. Did she think she was making it with her own brother?
Raising her arms, stretching, she smiled when she looked down and saw Kenny opening his eyes. He was breathing heavily, his broad chest rising and falling strongly in a steady, methodical motion.
She slid off him and looked down at his flaccid organ, all covered with the whitish flow that had come from within him. It looked like a big link sausage bathed in some kind of tasty sauce that was waiting to be eaten.
Carefully she sat upright and moved onto her knees, hovering over his groin. His chest was still heaving and she began studying the heavy mass of hair on it. It was bristly and brown, exactly the way her brother's chest was. She had never really studied the chest hairs of Kevin, her brother, but this time she took the time to look at the mass of curls on Kenny's front. She noticed his hair was all over his chest and belly, running right into the heavy bush on his pelvis. It was somewhat sparse on his belly, but as it moved into his groin it started like a church steeple, widening outward very quickly by the time it got to the base of his rigid cock. She moved one of her hands to one of her nipples, touched the very sensitive tip, and stifled a soft moan which had almost freed itself when the ache in her breasts became worse. The flaccid penis looked as if it were a stem growing from the thick cordage of heavy brown hair around the base.
For a full twenty minutes the lovely Moya Monahan was content to simply stare at the lazy, soft penis. It was a sight few women, if any, actually enjoyed, but she knew she enjoyed it. How rare it was to find a limp penis. Almost all penises automatically erected when the eyes of the owners looked at her. She had always had the urge to suck a relaxed, resting penis. Her many other lovers didn't want to let her do it following an orgasm, claiming they were all worn out. But Kenny was half asleep at the moment and he had no idea what it was she had in mind. She would be able, at last, to lavish her attention on the sweetness of his sleeping penis.
The idea totally fascinated her and she glanced down at the tips of her swollen nipples. To Moya they looked like tiny extended fingers waiting to be aroused. She began tweaking them, first the right one, then the left. Then, with a dreamy, glazed look in her beautiful eyes, she brought her face slowly down to within an inch of the resting appendage, her eyes studying minutely the puckered flesh which not too long ago had been stabbing itself into her. The head was still a rich lavender, peeping through the white mess covering the rest of the organ.
Tentatively she thrust out her tongue and touched the side of the coiled column nearest her. She tasted the fluid, which to her mind was absolutely delicious, but it was the flesh of the penis that got to her. She realized one of his scrotal hairs was clinging to the phallus, and when she took her tongue away it tenaciously clung to it. Picking the hair off with her fingers, she moved the tip of her tongue downward along the side of the sleeping organ. The rich, pungent odor of his spent semen made her feel desire more keenly than ever.
Kenny West stirred, but for the moment he was only moving his head, himself still in somewhat of a funk. Moya waited patiently, not wanting to change the scene in any way. She collected a wad of saliva in her mouth, coiled her tongue, then carried it to the waiting penis. Then she delicately began covering the sides and the top of the reclining penis with her sputum, washing his semen into her mouth and swallowing it. While her tongue bathed the throbbing organ, her hands worked tenderly in a lifting, kneading, squeezing motion against her breasts so that the nipples once again ripened, extending themselves, looking like two oversized cherries pressed into the skins of white grapefruit.
As she continued, Moya knew she must eventually suck this wonderful cock. She had sucked it many times in the past when it had been hard, but now it was soft, and her excitement was greater than ever because, at last, her dream about sucking a soft penis into hardness was about to come true. She fought to control her mounting enthusiasm, forcing herself to merely lick at the arm, deliciously succulent flesh, but then, almost before she knew it, she found herself licking the furry clump of his testicles which lay nestled beneath.
She gathered more saliva and continued pulling with her hands at her arching breasts. The tip of Kenny's penis was starting to stir, and it was twitching a little as the penis emitted some additional oils from the little sightless eye that seemed to be staring directly at her face. Moya hummed with murmuring delight and moved slightly. Her heatedly wet and moving tongue leaped out and carefully licked all around the purple tip. She brushed the flat of the tongue up and down against the rich lavender, parting the eye tenderly licking along the little slit until Kenny West began sighing, stretching his body, after which he carelessly moved a leg.
To Moya's delight, his movement had given her even more room. She fought an impulse to throw her face on the lovely penis, and instead she waited for Kenny to resume the steady, methodical breathing that would tell her he was in a half-sleep.
She found herself unable to remain relaxed as her eyes continued staring happily at the folded penis for as long as possible. Five seconds later she placed her mouth near the very tip of the sleeping organ, her tongue moving out and lifting the very end of it. Then, with a muffled, stifled cry bursting from her eager throat, she gathered up the folded link of penile sausage and sucked it into her mouth.
For a full minute-she timed herself-all she did was chew on the soft penis. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined anything to be so shockingly exciting. Any comparison between this and straightforward cocksucking had to be purely imaginary. She continued lavishing all her oral affection on the wrinkled little column of throbbing meat which she found comparatively easy to control as it wiggled beneath the constant movement of her licking tongue.
Any worries she had that Kenny West might suddenly wake up and stop her were totally dispelled when he sighed and spread his legs, and then began lightly snoring. He was unable to realize how lucky he was at the moment, because she knew it would still be awhile before he consciously knew what was taking place, and during that time she had total mastery over the flaccid organ. She licked and washed the caterpillar-like, lazy hunk of masculine flesh, continually nibbling unmercifully, albeit playfully, with her teeth. Her rounded chin continued nudging the sac beneath and she hungrily sank her lips to the broad base of the wriggling penis, nuzzling her lips, feeling them tickled by the coronal ridge. All the time her tongue continually licked and slid across his organ, rampantly rolling and teasing the squirming little meat.
Her hand now flew to his thighs, pinning him firmly down as his hips and buttocks began to automatically react to what she was doing. She wanted to pull her mouth from his cock long enough to assure him it was all right, but the taste and feel of his throbbing penis was too wonderful for her to stop-too delicious for her to take out of her mouth.
To Kenny West the whole thing seemed like a dream, at first. His soft cock was being sucked and chewed, and in his dazed mind he didn't think of Moya, but of Ellen, and wondered what had happened to stir his wife to this. Deep down he subconsciously ached to have Ellen do all these oral things to him.
It had to be a dream, naturally. Ellen just wasn't the kind of woman who went around sucking cocks.
Then he opened his eyes. He found himself staring sleepy-eyed at the curving buttocks that belonged to the beautiful Moya Monahan. Her rounded satiny globes stood high in the air as she knelt with her face between his thighs. Automatically he tried closing them, but found that her hands were restraining him, and then realized the fantastically fabulous pleasure of sheer feeling which was centered in his shrunken penis. With a deep groan he gave up trying to fight the honey blonde, and he lay back and satisfactorily enjoyed the liquid smoothness of her wonderful mouth.
To Moya, the tantalizingly slow, deliberate growing of the still-flaccid penis in her mouth was far more exciting than anything she had ever imagined. One minute she was doing just about everything imaginable with a dormant length of lovely cock. The next moment his penis was starting to show signs of blossoming, like something one might see in stop-motion movies of a flower slowly opening.
She sucked in lots of air, doing her best to make more saliva in her mouth and wash the growing stem more and more thoroughly, but in a matter of minutes the shaft was pressing solidly against her teeth and she almost reluctantly covered the thickness with her lips as its swelling caused her to open her mouth that much wider. It was now long and hard again, a rigid cock, and she felt a sense of disappointment, for once it was hard she no longer had the control over it she had maintained while it was so soft. She moved her head up to the head and nibbled playfully around the rim, feeling the rubbery, pulpy flesh begin its familiar expanding pulsations as she moved one hand to the balls. She rolled her thumb over his scrotum, feeling the two testicles separately.
Moya merely smiled to herself. No man on earth turned down a good blow job. Hell! Even if she wanted to stop now, she was unable to do so. His damned cock was so immense. No longer was she able to simply wash and bathe it in abandon as it filled the cavernous opening of her wide, gaping mouth. She clamped her lips tightly around the organ and moved her lips down the thick stem, noting how Kenny's lower half was jerking up and down in time to the way her lips were sucking. Each time he jerked his penis upward, he sank it a little deeper into her mouth, finally pushing the head into her gullet. Then, very persistently, she worked her cheeks, feeling the thrilling shaft seemingly recoil, readying itself for yet another explosion.
The pressure of the head in her esophagus, rubbing against the network of nerve-endings inside, made her quiver and quake as she realized she, too, was going to climax. There was something so deliciously erotic about this man that she had to enjoy every last little bit of him whenever possible. Moya envied his wife, unaware Ellen never received the kind of loving she did from Kenny West.
Her hand continued fondling his scrotum, and the balls inside seemed fused together. She clutched them all the more firmly, squeezing them together with just the right amount of pressure. The thrilled, aroused, excited cock reared itself hopefully and she responded by moving her grasping lips up and down all the more swiftly, bringing a loud moan of pleasurable delight from the star baseball catcher.
The orgasm reached by both of them was simultaneous this time. It came sooner than either Kenny or Moya expected. One minute the swollenly thick rod was trembling, then suddenly it was reaching far deeper into her throat than ever before. Moya tightened her grip on his testicles, squeezing them almost to the point of pain. Then, with the head of his cock jammed all the way into her throat, she pulled determinedly with her jaws on the full length of his shaft, letting the glans rub against the nerve-endings in her pharynx. He bounced and she had to press a restraining elbow into his belly to hold him in place as she felt her own orgasm take hold of her.
"GGGHHHRRRGGGHHHLLLCCC-HHHMMMPHHH ... AAAUUUWWW-GGGFFFMMMBBBLLLGGGPHHH!" she gagged, and an instant later a gusher of sperm jetted into her throat as the man experienced his climax silently this time.
They lay that way, she with her mouth on his cock, until it had once again become flaccid, and this time it remained that way, giving her even more enjoyment as she sucked the organ again and again. Finally she removed her mouth from his cock and lay beside him, saying, "I hope your wife appreciates what a great cocksman you are."
Kenny shrugged. He wasn't going to discuss his domestic life with Moya or anyone else. If she wanted to believe Ellen did all the things to him that she, Moya, did, then let her. But secretly he knew that somewhere deep down inside him he wished he had the courage to teach these things to Ellen.
CHAPTER TEN
Ellen was becoming increasingly more confused. She had learned to love every aspect of sex in which she had indulged with three strange men, but there was that little part of her conscience nagging at her, reminding her she was being an unfaithful wife no matter how much she enjoyed being with those strange men.
The second week was coming to an end now, and by Monday Kenny would be home. But there was the weekend, and she wondered if she would be able to get through it.
Her husband's team would be playing in Cincinnati that weekend. Ellen decided she would fly there and surprise Kenny. That way she'd be able to get a little advance love-making. She would book herself at the same hotel as the ballplayers, and was certain the Hornet manager wouldn't mind her being with Kenny. Somehow she had to convince Kenny she wanted to do things other than simply fuck flat on her back.
Packing a suitcase, she took her cat to the nearby kennel to board him, then went to the airport and got on the first plane for Cincinnati. She knew Kenny was probably there already, but was certain he would be out at the ball field-if not actually playing, then practicing.
When she arrived in Cincinnati and headed for the hotel where she knew the Hornet team was always put up, she saw some of the Chicago players in the lobby. Looking at her watch, she saw it was five o'clock, too late for practice, too early for the game. She moved through the lobby without being recognized, perhaps because none of the Chicago team expected to see any of the wives in Cincinnati. Heading for the front desk, she was about to ask for a room when the striking honey blonde who was there before her said to the desk clerk, "Is Mr. West in our room yet?"
"He's upstairs resting, ma'am. He told me to tell you he needed his rest if you asked for him, and he'll meet you in the cocktail lounge after the game is over."
Ellen stood there, feeling a little stunned. Was the blonde referring to Kenny, her husband?
"Pardon me," she said abruptly, and the blonde turned to face her. "Are you referring to Kenny West of the Chicago Hornets?"
"Yes," Moya nodded. "Not that it's any of your business."
"Oh no, of course not," Ellen said, ready to retreat.
"I'm sorry," Moya suddenly apologized. "I didn't meat to snap. Will you allow me to buy you a drink in the cocktail lounge?"
"Certainly," Ellen nodded.
Carrying her suitcase into the cocktail lounge, Ellen slid it under the table in the booth in which she sat with Moya, and after Moya once again apologized for snapping at her so abruptly, and the drinks came, they talked. They talked for a long time, though Moya was one doing most of the talking, and admitted she was a kind of home-away-from-home for Kenny.
"It must be wonderful having a man like that all to yourself," Ellen said.
"He still loves his wife first and foremost," Moya said. "She's the woman I envy. If Kenny does all the things in bed with her that he does with me, she must really miss him."
"I shouldn't be surprised," Ellen nodded.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Without revealing who she was, Ellen had supper with Moya, then returned to the airport and took the first plane back to Chicago. True, Kenny loved her, Moya had admitted as much. But he had been cheating on her with a certain amount of regularity, whereas her own cheating had been spotty by comparison.
Though she felt sad, Ellen also felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her. There was no longer any need to feel guilty about cheating on her husband. If he ever found out, she would always be able to counter with her knowledge of Moya.
By the time she returned to Chicago it was late, and on the way home, in the cab, Ellen picked up a newspaper dropped there by a former passenger. It was a two day old paper, and on the back page of the sports section, it said something about Jerry Nunno still doing exceedingly well. She was glad, and wondered if her continued presence when Jerry played at home would be inspirational and make a steady winner out of him.
When the cab dropped her at her house, Ellen hurried inside and quickly changed, putting on the red dress, red eye shadow, and matching rouge and lipstick, the red wig, and the red-lensed glasses. She drove out to the stadium, where she knew a night game was in progress. She listened on her car radio and heard that Jerry Nunno was pitching, and he was having a bad night of it. Though he had won his last four straight games, he had definitely lost this one.
Ellen thought she might be able to catch Jerry before he left the ballpark, and when she got there, she waited outside the team's dressing room. Looking around, she saw Jerry nowhere.
She hurried quickly inside the players' entrance, in spite of the warning Zak Milton had given her. She was in the locker room before she realized it, and that was when she was aware that the game had just ended and all the players still there were filing into the locker room, pulling off their clothes.
"Hey!" one of the guys yelled. "A dame!"
Zak Milton, who was already in the locker room, looked up and groaned, "Oh no! Not you again! All right, you guys," he said to the men, hurrying over and grabbing Ellen's arm. "Because you used your bats and pulled tonight's game out of the fire at the last minute, I'm gonna give you a reward. As soon as you guys are finished with your showers, get into your clothes and come over to the Stadium Motel across the street. As many of you as want it can have a turn at this little chippie."
"You're insane," Ellen gasped as he dragged her out of the place, hauling her down the long, echoing corridor.
"You guys go ahead," she heard Ramon Casada saying to the others. "I go for blondes, not redheads."
Ellen didn't hear more because Zak Milton was dragging her through the parking lot and across the street, then down the block to the large motel.
"We're going in and getting us a room," he told her. "If you say one wrong word in front of the desk clerk, I'll twist your fuckin' head off. I told you not to come back, but you wouldn't listen. Now you're gonna pay."
Ellen was terrified, but knew the man was angry enough at her to really harm her if she didn't do as he said.
He gripped her arm tightly while he registered at the motel, then walked over to a pay phone and dialed the phone in the locker room. When it was picked up, Zak said, "Room three-eleven," and hung up.
With a firm grip on Ellen's arm, he hurried her out and they walked to Room 311, where he inserted the key he had gotten from the desk clerk. Opening the door, he pushed her in ahead of him, turning on the light. He hurled Ellen onto the bed, saying, "You get up from there without my say-so and I'll start breaking your fingers."
He sat in a chair opposite the bed and stared at her, not saying a word. Ellen lay there, propped up on her elbows, terrified, but unable to move. Twenty minutes went by, and then the door, which had never been completely closed, opened, and four players filed in.
"The other guys either had their wives or some girls waitin' for them," Bummy Gertz, the shortstop, explained. "S'okay, I figure us four guys oughtta be able to take the starch outta this cunt," Bummy continued.
He was staring at the way Ellen was covered by the sheerest red satin, her breasts jutting upward like ripe, succulent melons, their proud, solid nipples embossing the shiny fabric, looking like two luscious cherries. The dress draped itself in soft folds over her slender waist and flat belly, also making the rounded arch of her hips stand out. The dress had ridden up somewhat, but her pubic area was still covered. Ellen looked at the four ball players and saw penises already lurching against trousers all over the room as the door was shut.
Finally Zak broke the silence, saying, "Well? Are you slobs just going to wait there? The lady is ready."
A flurry of activity followed his comment, and while three of the men hurriedly began getting undressed, one tall, dark-haired young man, a utility third baseman by the name of Joe Guerrero, with dark eyes and a handsomely straight nose, strode over to the bed directly from the doorway, where he had just closed the door. Ellen sucked in her breath, wondering what a man as handsome as that was doing with the other three, all of whom looked like real losers.
Up to that point, Kenny West's wife had been somewhat shaken, but still hadn't accepted what it was that the Knights' manager had intended for her. She ought to have been more terrified than ever at this point, but the sight of the handsome utility infielder made her stare at him in fascination. She still had her glasses on and intended keeping them on this time.
Joe began pushing her dress higher up along her thighs, and Ellen began trembling with excitement as the man's hands began their lewd, seductive movement over her slenderly exposed thighs, moving with a certain obvious familiarity of the female body. She had no panties on and his fingers now danced over her brown pubic hair as Joe breathed, "Okay, lady, just suppose you come ahead and open those luscious legs of yours."
The frightened Ellen obediently parted her legs, but the impatient man firmly gripped her knees and began forcing them even wider apart. The dim light in the room somehow managed to shine off her pink vaginal slit as it was exposed to the eyes of everyone there, and all the men were leering hungrily at her. It was exciting Ellen and she realized it, having all these aroused young men, three of whom were as ugly as sin, standing around the bed. It was more thrilling than she had imagined, yet she still felt a twinge of terror, and knew that if Kenny ever learned about this, he wouldn't blame the men. He would blame her.
Then she forgot all her fears as Joe reached out with an expert hand and ran his middle finger into her tightly closed womanly slit, parting the soft vaginal hairs and feeling the smooth, wet pink flesh beneath. Her rotating hips began jerking at the sudden contact as his finger dipped slightly into the hot, sodden cuntal cavern.
Ellen felt all fluttery in the pit of her stomach, and her thighs and legs were hot and soaked with her own perspiration, feeling herself so totally exposed to so many men at once. There were five men in the room, and even Zak Milton had taken off his clothes while Joe Guerrero was easing out of his own clothing. Hard penises were jerking in the air all around her, and the men were moving closer now. Hands were unzipping her dress, sliding it off her shoulders, pulling it down over her hips, and one of the players actually put it on a hanger in the closet.
Ellen moaned and raised her knees, spreading her thighs wide apart in actual joyful acceptance as one of the men climbed onto the bed between her loins. She was aware of the hardness of his solid cock scraping and rubbing its rubbery head against the soft and tender lips of her aching cunt. Without thinking, she reached between their bodies and grasped the rigid penis, pulling it forward until she felt the heatedly throbbing head insinuating itself between the tenderly soft inner lips of her gentle flesh as it slid between the warm, wet walls of her quivering, quaking pussy. Then, with a single long, easy stroke, the man began moving his throbbing cock easily in and out of her tightly sucking vaginal well. He pushed it forward each time so that it buried itself all the way into her belly, making her sigh.
Ellen was gasping, feeling overpowering thrills as she was aware of the hard rubbery head battering against her cervix a few times before sliding above it, sinking all the way into the deepest part of her seething cunt. His balls slapped against her perineum again and again, making her quiver.
Her mouth fell loosely open and she began humping her body against him, feeling the man's soft outer covering around his hard cock as it slid into the warmth of her tight cunt, sliding in and out a bit more easily as her interior glands continued secreting more oils. She worked her legs back and forth over the man's back and her flailing hips continued working in time with his thrusts. Vaguely she wondered just who the man was who was fucking her. Not that it mattered, since neither he nor any of the others knew who she was.
Abruptly she felt the man's throbbing penis begin to expand uncontrollably. He began stroking faster and harder, the continued battering of her quivering cunt bringing low, moaning gasps from somewhere deep in her quivering throat. She was well aware that the man was going to fire into her at any moment, but her own climax was nowhere near. Not that it mattered. From the looks on the faces of all the men in the room she was going to be there a long, long time, and it was obvious she had more penises than she would need for one night. She wondered if it was possible for them to tire her out.
A moment later the strange man was clawing convulsively at her rounded ass-cheeks, and his mouth fell open over her passion-twisted face.
"YYYYAAANNNGGGHHHUUURRR-GGGGGHHHHHHAAAGGGHHH!" he bellowed, and torrents of heatedly white burning sperm spilled from his throbbing cock, surging into the depths of her body. The bursting heat was so powerful that it ignited a minor orgasm in her after all, and her nails raked across the man's back as the delicious sensation charged through her quivering body. She poured out her own lubricity, feeling it mix with the man's semen. He continued pumping into her until he was exhausted. Then he simply lay there, on top of her.
Ellen felt spent, too, even though it was only a minor climax. Her body continued wildly quivering as the spent baseball player rolled away from her, but before she was able to catch her breath she saw Joe Guerrero, now totally naked, crawling on the bed next to her. Her eyes widened at the sight of his long, thick phallic instrument, and she slid to the side to let him lie on his back beside her. Joe smiled and lay back, his long, solid shaft lasciviously spearing into the air. The young wife stared hungrily at it with lust-filled eyes, watching as the man spread his hairy thighs wide. She noticed his balls had so much hair on them they looked like a small, furry animal. Her vagina was inwardly aching and burning with hunger for more, yet she hesitated, hating the idea of these men seeing her for the wanton whore she actually seemed to be.
"Come on, come on," Zak Milton ordered. "Can't you see the guy is waiting. Climb on top of him," he urged impatiently from the chair where he was sitting, in the corner of the room, his own naked organ standing straight out.
Ellen felt seething desire blazing in her loins, and at this point needed no further prompting. She rose to her knees and placed a thigh on either side of the utility third baseman's ribs, immediately feeling his hands running smoothly up and down her inner thighs to her throbbing, sperm-soaked damp cunt lips, spreading wide the swollen, downy flanges, letting more of the previous man's sperm drip down her thigh as he exposed her wet, lustful pink interior to his gaze. Immediately his fingertips began working furiously at the bead of her tiny hard clitoris, bringing it to a more sensitive state until, with a low strangled moan, she leaned forward while still on her knees and gripped his penis, trying to wedge it into the tightly narrow, sperm-soaked slit of her seething vagina.
"UNH! HURRY! HURRY!" she gasped, her weighty breasts now bobbling over his face and throat, heaving and swaying as she wriggled her rounded hips above the blunted knob of his anxiously upstanding thick shaft.
The others standing around the bed watched as Joe caught hold of her waist while she clung firmly to his throbbing shaft, aiming her starved vagina directly above the full and fleshy length of cock as it poked its red, mushroom-shaped head upward. Then Joe simply tugged her down on it. Her cunt resisted for a moment against the tight elastic opening of her vaginal tunnel, then it wedged in beyond the rim. With a deep-throated sigh she gaspingly sank down on it and he slid it straight up into her tight belly. She traveled down the length as if she were riding a never-ending greased pole.
Tightening her knees firmly around his hips, the beautiful, red-wigged woman sank ever lower on the up-thrusting shaft, moaning and gasping as if in agony until she finally settled on his thighs, totally and completely impaling herself on the rigid lance of up-thrust flesh. Then she strained her buttocks up in the air again until the third baseman's long, thick phallic spear, gleaming wet from the oily secretions and sperm already in her cunt, came throbbingly into view. The cords in her inner thighs stood out with the effort she applied as she hoisted herself upward until the wide rim of the shiny, bright red tip was almost slipping out of her tightly clasping vagina, and then, with a soul-rending gasp, the lovely woman sank straight down all over again, smashing her whole crotch solidly against his loins, devouring the entire lance of his penis into the depths of her softly enveloping cunt.
Joe now pressed his own thighs tightly together, and began jerking his hips rhythmically upward as she descended so that their bodies began slamming against one another in a regulated pattern, bringing a measure of gasps, groans and grunts from both their throats.
Watching from the corner of the room where he nakedly sat, Zak Milton realized this woman just wasn't as terrified as she had been that first time with him. It was almost as if he had been some kind of trial run for her, and now, used to penises, she was actually glorying in what she was feeling. He watched her intently, wondering what she would do next. He ought to have felt good about humbling her, but somehow there was no pleasure in it this time. It was as if he were doing what she wanted, and in the long run was winning out over him. She was just about the sexiest thing he had ever seen. The manager found himself tremendously excited, witnessing this gang-bang he had set up. He wanted to fuck her and bring the same response from her he had brought the evening he had forced her to blow him.
Now he saw another one of the players separate himself from the others. The man walked around the squeaking bed and moved closer to the writhing, wriggling couple. He hesitated at the side of the mattress for a moment, then, as he received an encouraging nod from the team manager, the man scrambled up onto the mattress at the head of the bed. Climbing to his knees, letting them rest next to Joe's head, with one hand he grasped the headboard for support, and with the other he gripped Ellen's nape and yanked her head down to his loins.
Son of a bitch! Zak thought. This was precisely what he had intended making her do again, certain she would resist once more. That last time he had shocked the hell out of her. But now he stared in utter astonishment as Ellen hungrily opened her mouth and, without the slightest hesitation, sucked the man's solidly hard and throbbing cock into the tight, wet warmth of her mouth until nothing but about an inch of the thick base showed protruding from her tightly ovaled lips.
The manager found it hard to believe this woman, who had resisted him so strongly that last time, was now doing this so willingly until he heard the unmistakable sounds of muffled gurgles of delighted pleasure drifting across the room from her cock-filled face. He felt his own pulsing penis now throbbing and swelling to painful hardness as the panting, dark-haired man continued arching his hips, fucking his cock in and out of Ellen's tightly sucking mouth, the red, lipstick-rimmed edges of her lips pulling out as he withdrew, then clinging hungrily as the ball player shoved his throbbing and straight back in, pushing it deeper into the tightness of her clogged throat.
The manager suddenly discovered he was not able to stand this any longer. He also had to fuck her, and had no intention of waiting until everyone else in the room was finished. But where? Her cunt was filled, and so was her mouth. Then he saw Joe Guerrero's hand creeping down along Ellen's naked spine, right down to the crevice between her naked buttocks, until his finger found the raw, puckered anus that was pointing toward the ceiling. The third baseman rubbed his finger there for a moment, teasing her anal opening until she strained back to get more of the delightful sensation. Now the man was pushing his finger through the tight ring of her shuddering anus, worming it deep inside her, shoving it into the warm, spongy interior. As he continued moving his finger in a circular motion, expanding the tight opening, he kept pushing the finger deeper and deeper until it was into her rectum right up to the palm. The palm now lay flat against her buttocks and Ellen writhed and moaned, feeling all kinds of delightful sensations at the dual defilement of her cunt and ass-hole.
Staring at her ass-hole, seeing the way the woman wiggled it back against Joe's finger, Zak wondered if she had ever been sodomized. It was hard to imagine a woman with such a tight ass-hole as ever having a cock shoved into it, but hell! She was enjoying the way Joe's finger was probing into her rectum. Maybe, just maybe, she'd like a thick prick plunging in there as well. Hell! He had warned her the last time she had shown up in the locker room that if she ever showed up again he would make her sorry for it. Now he was really going to go to work on her.
Her wild mewls of aroused passion were more than the manager was able to tolerate. He had to join in this delightfully lewd pillaging of her body, using her, fucking her, letting her know that Zak Milton kept his word.
He pushed himself to his feet, his throbbing cock sticking straight out in front of him. His ears picked up the loud sounds of heavy, wet sucking the woman was making as her lips pulled on the throbbing penis and her cunt slushed over the thickness of Joe Guerrero's hard cock. Forgotten was the fact that he had brought her here to teach her a lesson. Forgotten was the fact that she was here for the benefit of the men and not himself. Looking at her, being fucked like an animal, her cunt and mouth being used again and again, the manager felt he wanted nothing more than to ram his stiff rod into her rectum at that moment.
Still staring at the roundness of her white, upstanding ass-cheeks, he moved dazedly from his corner and began walking toward the bed where Ellen knelt, continually fucking and sucking without letup. On his knees, he crawled onto the foot of the bed, his weight making the mattress sag, his left hand holding his cock as if it were a bludgeon with which he intended hitting the helpless woman.
"I'M GONNA FUCK YOU, LADY," he said in a strong, soft, even voice, making certain it carried over the obscene noises her mouth and vagina were making. "Since every other hole is just about filled," he continued, "I'm going to fuck you in the ass."
The other two players standing near the bed had been startled by the sound of Zak's voice as he moved forward. They had often thought about fucking a woman in the rear, but for some reason none of them had ever done it.
Ellen, busy with what she was doing, heard him saying something, but had no idea what it was. All she was able to do was moan since the cock clogging her mouth prevented her from saying anything.
"GGGGGGRRRRRRMMMMMPHHHH! UUUUUUURRRRRRGGGGHHHFFFF!" she replied unintelligibly, her lips still tightly wound around the virile throbbing penis filling her mouth.
Zak now moved directly behind her, running his hands over the smoothness of her soft, white cheeks. He thrilled to the feel of her buttocks quivering under his touch as she continued moving her hips up and down, pumping the tightness of her steaming cunt around the throbbing length of Joe Guerrero's hard cock. Her head was still moving back and forth, her lips continually sucking the thick length of the other player's penis into and out of her sucking mouth.
The mere thought of actually fucking this strange woman while her cunt and mouth contained two other phalluses at the same time caused the manager's loins to stir even more. He was unable to contain himself any longer, and his cock lunged at the tiny puckered hole nestled comfortably between Ellen's softly gyrating white ass-cheeks.
The beautiful woman's ears heard something. It was the hoarse breathing of yet another man, and a tingle raced through her body, making her speed up her motions as her cunt moved up and down the length of Joe's pulsing penis. She was able to tell by the demanding touch of his gripping hands on her buttocks that the man behind her, whoever he was, was more aroused than either of the two men presently pounding their penises into her body. The knowledge built her own passion to shatteringly new heights.
At that moment Zak Milton pulled Joe's finger from the tight rictus of her ass-hole, almost cutting the. opening with Joe's fingernail he pulled the finger out so quickly.
"GGGGRRRMMMPHHHHH!" she gasped, feeling a sudden stinging pain as the finger withdrew quickly.
Automatically, she clenched her buttocks tightly together in defense of her ass-hole, only to feel the team manager behind her yanking her rounded buttocks apart, stretching them wide with his damp, clammy hands.
In her excitement, Ellen was able to hear Zak suck in his breath as the tiny ring of soft, tender anal sphincter came into view again. He shoved one of his hands down and began thrusting with his middle finger, pushing experimentally, then pressing forward, pushing harder, sinking the finger into her rectum up to the second knuckle. He began churning the finger around in the tightness of her squeezing rectum, preparing it for the greater penetration that was to come.
For the first time since the manager had started working at her ass, Ellen let the cock in her mouth slip out so she was able to turn her head and see what was happening behind her. She recognized the manager, the one man in the group for whom she had feelings of distaste. He was stroking his penis with his free hand, the head of a rigid purple and looking more solid than a stone. He was aiming it directly at the tiny puckered hole between her rectal cheeks, now stretched more than a little because of the man's rummaging finger.
Ellen held her breath for a long time, and then she began moaning and sighing as she felt the unrelenting head of the shaft press against her anal ring once the finger had been removed. Before she had a chance to fight or argue, she felt the stiff prick charging into her, shoving through the tightly resisting ring of sphinc-tral flesh.
"UUUNNNHHHH ... N-O-O-O-O she gasped with quivering pain. Before she was able to yell again, the man kneeling near the head of the bed gripped her wig and would have pulled it off had she not immediately followed the motion of his hand, allowing him to jam her mouth over his throbbing cock. This time he rammed it all the way into her gullet, clogging her throat and preventing her from making any sounds. At the same time, Zak reached forward and gripped her round shoulders. He rammed his hips all the way forward with all his untold strength, and little by little he began pushing his throbbing penis into the tight chamber of her rectum.
"GGGGHHHHUUUURRRMMMPHHH! AAAAUUUURRRRGGGGHHHHH!" she gaggingly gasped, mumbling in pained protest against the penis buried in the depths of her quivering throat as Zak's long, heavy penis slipped ever deeper into the heated, rubbery depths of her rectum, driving in to the hilt.
Ellen began jerking spasmodically for a moment, then remained perfectly still, realizing the more she moved, the more painful the penis in her rectum felt. Even now, as she kept herself from moving, feeling the way Zak was pushing it in and out of her squeezing rear interior, she realized her back tunnel was elastically adjusting to the breadth and no damage had been done to any of the tissues back there.
Then Joe, who had tugged his cock back until it was out of her but for the head, waiting until the manager had totally penetrated her rear end, now wrapped his strong fingers around the woman's tight waist and yanked her down hard on his waiting cock.
Joe's throbbing cock slithered more tightly than before into the narrower cavern of her pussy now that a cock was in her rectal channel, and the beautiful wife of Kenny West continued moaning deliriously as she realized she was being hopelessly impaled on three penises now-one in her cunt, one in her anus, and one in her mouth. The first two only had a thin wall of tissue separating them.
Now there was no further delay. Zak, already heatedly aroused and excited by watching the two men on his team fucking this luscious bitch's cunt and mouth, began fucking all the more furiously into the tightness of her seething rectum. At the same time, the two other ballplayers began thrusting with long, hard strokes into her mouth and into her sucking vagina. It only took a moment for the three men to get the rhythm, but after awhile the trio was moving in unison, buffeting her body between them like a sack of soft, resilient foam rubber. As if by a prearranged signal, all three men pulled their fiery penises out of her panting body, leaving only the heads inside the narrow entrances of her three body orifices. i Her insatiable cunt, her ass-hole, and her mouth worked to pull all three in as Ellen West realized she was fast adjusting to the cock in her rectum, and now that it was pulling back along with the others, she wanted to contain it just as much as the others. Simultaneously the i trip of penises drove all the way into her body until Ellen felt as if the two penises coming in from the bottom half of her were going to meet head-on with the steely shaft driving down her throat. She uttered a single low whine of thrilled ecstasy that was interrupted only occasionally by a deep grunt from her chest as they smacked into her nakedly wriggling body with more lustful passion and desire.
It was like nothing Ellen had ever dreamed of before. Every usable opening in her trembling body was drilled with solid masculine flesh-her mouth, her cunt, and even her rectum. Her anus, she knew, was forever stretched to where she would always be able to handle a penis back there, and she wondered if Kenny ever fucked Moya in the ass. Time and again the three men continued consistently pounding against her trembling, quivering flesh, pistoning into her open orifices. The pain was completely gone by now, and she didn't want this triple fucking to stop-not ever!
Her rotating hips were not only moving up and down on the cock in her vagina, but pushing forward and back against the penis in her rectum, meeting the ass-crushing lunges of the team manager as he continually slammed into her vibrant vagina with his balls while his cock pushed into her rectum. In fact, his balls were rubbing against those of Joe Guerrero. Then she would slam her cunt forward and down to absorb the thickness of the trembling dark-faced Joe as her head moved forward and back around the throbbing penis in her mouth. Her entire body began wildly undulating between the two men fucking her cunt and ass-hole, and her buttocks began moving faster in ever wilder circles. The muscles in her hips were like swivels as her buttocks rotated, and she moved up and down on the squeaking bed with more power in her buttocks and hips. All four of their coarse groans mixed in a satanic symphony of mad sexual delight.
Suddenly Ellen realized she was going to have a three-way orgasm. The sensations were already building in her rectum and vagina, and now they were building in her throat as well. She gasped and shuddered, gagging, "GGGHHHAAAUUUGGGHHH ... CCCHHHAAAGGGHHHLLLNNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGG-GHHHAARRGGGHHUUCCCHHH!" The steaming organ pistoning in and out of her mouth kept her gasp from being heard beyond the room, but the man fucking and watching her stared with wide open eyes, marveling at her reaction.
The beautiful wife of Kenny West was absolutely insane with thrilled desire and began sobbing out her shuddering orgasm-an orgasm that seemed to go on forever and ever. The team manager and the two players no fucking into her, totally intoxicated by their complete conquest of her quivering body, continually drove into her again and again, and then the trio almost simultaneously sank their cocks deeper into her, keeping them buried all the way inside her as they suddenly began firing their seed from three directions at once. It took every ounce of inner willpower to keep from gasping and screaming out their satisfaction, but they knew loud screams would have the management calling the police.
As soon as the men in her mouth pulled his cock out, Bummy Gertz, the last remaining member of the group, plugged right in, and was so fired up by what he saw that he began shooting into her immediately, blasting away. Ellen swallowed his sperm along with that of all the others she was taking into her body.
When she finally collapsed, face down on the mattress, the helpless woman had all the strength drained out of her, but still felt good.
Closing her eyes, she drifted off to sleep, and when she awoke, she thought the men had gone, but when she rolled over she saw all five of them there, and all of them made use of her again.
When the quintet was finished with her, they dressed and filed out of the motel, and Ellen, shivering, managed to get dressed. Thank God they hadn't torn her clothing.
Going to her car, Ellen drove home, and when she got there, let her body soak in a hot tub. When the phone rang, she hurried to answer it, wondering who was calling at that time of night. It was Kenny.
"Hey," he asked, "I've been calling you half the night. Where'd you go?"
"I was riding," she told him, which, indirectly, was the truth.
"You had me worried," Kenny told her. "Look, I'll be home Monday morning. Keep that sweet little body of yours nice and hot for me, honey."
"Sure," she nodded.
Hanging up, Ellen wondered what kind of life she was leading. She was cheating on Kenny and he was cheating on her, but Kenny didn't seem to regard it as cheating.
One thing she didn't want was what had happened to her tonight. It made her feel cheap.
When she had been in Jerry Nunno's apartment, she had copied down his phone number, and now she called him. He was overjoyed to hear from her and swore he would never let her go again if she came to him. Ellen told him she would be able to be with him only during the baseball season, during home games. He was agreeable.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Kenny was home and the smug son of a bitch was acting as if he had been without a woman on the entire trip away. Not that Ellen was worried, because from now on she had a standing appointment to meet Jerry Nunno at his apartment following each game he played at home. Right now, because Kenny was home, Jerry's team was away. But from now on Ellen didn't have to worry about being without a hard sturdy penis.
Now it was time for her to let Kenny know she wanted something other than flat-on-her-back fucking. He had just come out of the shower totally naked, and she was just as nude. When he lay down on the bed with the intent of pulling her down beside him, she took him totally by surprise by lowering her head and letting her tongue wash rapidly over the thick crown of his throbbing penis. Kenny, taken totally unaware, moaned and gasped, his legs quivering, anticipating what new delights her mouth was going to bring. He didn't have long to wait.
Kenny hadn't expected anything like this from his wife, but her mouth was like hot butter around his cock, and he damned well wasn't going to stop her. To his knowledge this was the first time she had ever done something like this, and she was just about as good as Moya.
His eyes locked on the nape of her neck, then moved to her face, watching as her lips pouted and slid over the bulging knob of his throbbing cockhead as it disappeared into the bubbling moisture of her heated mouth. She sucked hard and long, her eyes watching her husband as he watched her. Lust rushed into Kenny's penis. The cock began throbbing and jerking eagerly inside her lips, his glans twitching against the soft, pulpy roof of her tantalizing mouth. She was great!
Puckered in a tight ring of pleasure, her mouth inched languidly down his solid shaft of meat. Her nostrils flared widely as she took his cock into her mouth. Her tongue caressed lovingly around his stalk of masculinity. Her cheeks bulged outward as she filled her face with him.
Now she started sliding her mouth over his cock, moving as if in slow motion, her lips retreating. Wet and shining, he watched his penis slide from her tantalizing mouth. Her lips reached the swollen plum at the end, then she sucked, and her lips pulled even more blood into the gorged glans.
Kenny moaned and gently caressed the sides of his wife's face. Sheesh! She was good, really good. It was as if he had been waiting all his life for this, and the wait had been well worth it. Her mouth now slid up and down the throbbing pole of his desire with the moves of an expert. Her eyes were constantly on his, enjoying the picture she created, thrilling to the pleasure she was building.
Constantly licking and sucking, Ellen strove to take her husband's cock to the hilt. Long, cool fingers wrapped around his scrotum sac. He groaned as she lightly massaged the stones she found inside.
Suddenly Kenny felt the urge to fuck her as he had never felt it before. With his hands on the side of her face, he eased her mouth off his cock and said simply, "I'M ACHING TO FUCK YOU."
Smiling in reply, she lowered herself onto her back, her thighs spread in silent invitation. Beneath the soft brown fur covering the tantalizing mound of her sex like a silken cloud, he was able to see the pouting pink lips of her tremulous groove. Sodden with the juices of her thrilled arousal, the swollenly parted inner labia began quivering before his eyes, as did the firm shape of her large, rounded breasts which, because she was lying on her back, had lost their perfect spherical, conical shapes, and had sunken slightly into her quivering body. She writhed a little as she opened her arms to him.
Kenny came to her, but not to his wife's arms.
Instead, he dropped to his knees between her wide-open thighs and slowly leaned lower. His lips began kissing the soft mound of her flat belly. She groaned and sighed, her body suddenly jolting to life with a rush of thrillingly excited sexual sensation. Her hand reached out and gripped his hair, her fingers weaving through the strands.
Now he began kissing the plump lips of his wife's vagina, and tasting her for the first time, found her a gourmet's delight. When he licked the pouting labia again, he received a long, low moan announcing the totality of her arousal. His tongue flicked out and teased in a slow circular pattern around the pouting opening. He began working to taunt now, aching to slither his oral digit into the intimate channel of her sex, but not doing so yet.
Ellen's reaction was precisely what Kenny had hoped it would be. Her hips writhed beneath his tickling, teasing mouth, swishing over the mattress beneath her. Her fingers tightly gripped his head, but they didn't push downward. He knew she was restraining her desire to shove his face into the swampy wetness of her vaginal morass. She quivered with the need to feel him eating out her shivering tunnel of lust. But she was smart enough to let her husband work at his own speed. He was working to fill her body with every thrilling sensation he was able to arouse within her.
When his tongue finally did dip into the delicious, juice-welling slot, the beautiful woman groaned deeply, actually gasping out her thrilled delight at what he was doing. Her hips wriggled in anxious little circles. Her pelvis fluttered up and down in small hunching sensations that matched the rhythm of his working mouth.
First he speared into her pink-scalloped inner vaginal lips. Inside, she was flooded and soaked with a wash of flowing lubrication. His tongue began teasing around and around, flicking and caressing the velvety softness of her tender vaginal walls. He began twisting and swirling his tongue, lapping at her quivering inner folds as her cunt welcomed his willing probe.
His hungering tongue glided in and out of her seething pussy for several minutes acting like a mini-penis, dishing out its full serving of carnal delight with expert accuracy. Ellen groaned and twisted under him with the constant rush of lashing sensations he was building in the depths of her pussy. She continued groaning, begging for even more before he pulled the eagerly anxious tip of his thrusting tongue from her trembling slash, sucking the overabundant supply of sexual sap that followed it out.
Then his tongue tickled back up the fleshy groove of her tender pussylips to find the aroused bud of her trembling clitoris. He began lapping and slurping thirstily, licking the trembling pleasure point, rapidly lashing her with his oral whip, driving her on and on. Her body was rapturously tingling with the desperate throbbing of near release. She writhed and twisted under the constantly raging oral assault that threatened to blast her into the total utter oblivion of climactic delight. Her groans were soft and bestial, and wild, throaty cries of delight were wrenched from her gasping lips.
His own lips closed around the budding button. He gently began sucking at her. His mouth was a tender sheath around her tingling clitoris. He mouthed and kissed her. He sucked gingerly at the sensitive organ, his tongue-tip still flicking madly away at it.
Ellen was there, right at the threshold of orgasm. A rush of rising winds blew hard, pushing her through the open door of wantonly blissful rapture.
"AAAAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHHHUUUNGGHHAAAGGHH ... EEEEYYYYAAAAIIIIGGGGGGHHHHH-UUURRRGGGHHH AAGGGHHHH!" she screamed as her thighs pounded out their urgent message of intense desire. Her open nerves burned white hot as the being-shattering sensations caught her and threw her into an expanding universe of swirling, flashing colors. She cried out at the wonderful delight she was feeling, gasping loudly.
It was then that his cock entered her.
Yanking his face from between her pillarly thighs, he slid up on the warm smoothness of her anxiously waiting body as it supported his weight on his forearms. His cock seemed to need no guidance from either of their hands. She was wet, she was open, and an easy portal that he pushed himself deeply into, securely burying the thick, pulsing length of his sex into her tightly contracting belly.
She groaned and grunted in surprise as the swollen intruder moved like a sword into her body. Now he began to move with long, slow strokes, his cylinder of hardness slithering in and out as she found her cunt exploding with yet another orgasm on top of the one his tongue had induced in her. Her moans continued increasing and her twisting, thrashing, writhing, wriggling body received that last touch of delicious fulfillment bringing her complete joy.
As she drifted along at the height of her passion, Kenny drove his cock into her quivering interior and anchored himself firmly in the wonderfully beautiful, squeezing grip of her sodden vagina. He held his wife tenderly, caressing her face and softly kissing her still-moaning lips. She clung tightly to him, her fingers digging into the tense muscles of his back.
He stopped pumping for a moment, and eventually the last trembling contraction of her vagina finally quivered away. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing misted pools of soft brown. Her lips were turned up in a lovely smile of gratification and satisfaction that hid the pain she felt at the knowledge of his long time affair with Moya Monahan.
"Mmmmmm ... darling," she whispered. "That was so wonderful."
Kenny smiled and moved his lips to hers as she continued hugging him playfully. Taunting with its soft wetness, her thrilling tongue flicked at his lips and tongue.
The two of them parted, their lips reluctantly moving away from one another and she whispered, "What about you? That organ of yours is still so big and stiff."
"We're going to take care of that in a moment," he assured her. "But what I'd like to know is where you got it into your head to suddenly suck my cock."
"Well, I'm home alone all the time," she told him, curling his chest hairs around her fingers. "This gave me an opportunity to read a lot of books. All I'm doing is putting some book learning to practical use."
His hips began to move anew with his cock still buried in her, in and out, letting her know he was still in there and raring to go. He filled and refilled the heated tightness of her sheathing cunt with the stiff hotness of his throbbing cock, enjoying the quivering excitement that began tingling through her body as he continued gliding through the interior of her seething pussy.
GOOD," she gasped. "YOU ALWAYS FEEL SO DAMN GOOD INSIDE ME."
"I was thinking the same thing," Kenny told her, and he slammed his pelvis solidly into her, their bodies slapping belly to belly, loudly together.
"UUUUNNNHHHHH!" she grunted, her brown eyes flashing brightly. "You keep that up and you'll have me reaching another orgasm in one heck of a hurry."
"I had that in mind," Kenny admitted.
Suddenly he jerked his throbbing cock back, leaving only the pulsating glans poised and ready in the waiting lips of her soft vagina. Her body tensed, and then he lunged straight back into her.
Ellen moaned as her hips did a squirming little dance, trying to bring the thick column more quickly into the depths of her aching body. She struggled each time he pulled back, letting him know she wanted his cock back in her body.
In a titillating jackhammering of rapid strokes, Kenny began pumping in and out of her softly pouting lips, but only moving his cock three inches forward and three inches back. Faster his pelvis worked its in-and-out magic. She moaned as the pleasurable friction, ignited by the quick, short jabs, sent her spiraling higher and higher in sensation.
"Ungh! What are you doing to me?" she asked. "You've never done anything like this before?"
"Well, you never sucked my cock before," he said to her.
"YYYYAAAANNNNGGGGGGHHHHH-UUUNNNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" she gasped. "OH, I JUST CAME AGAIN, YOU WONDERFUL MAN."
His hips began whipping all the more quickly in their sexually maddening taunt. She wasn't the only one receiving the pleasurable friction of his rapid fire cock action. The already agitated head of his throbbing cock was burning with full seething delight.
"OOOOONNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" she grunted as his hairy pelvis ground against her pelvic mound that was once again wildly throbbing between her thighs. "OH YES, YES, YES, DRIVE IT RIGHT IN THERE," she begged.
So he did. His hips moved back and then slammed forward, shifting in the caressing envelope of her inner fleshy delights. He began pumping her harder and harder. Now his cock was sluicing in and out, moving wildly in a gushing ocean of juices flooding her cunt. He hunched over and pounded into her like a madman. Kenny poled his wife until she was loudly gasping out in an undeniable ecstasy of rapturous desire.
like a forceful stallion, the man continued spearing into her open vagina, packing and repacking her lovely body with his penis. She groaned and clung tightly to him. Her fingernails cut into his back and clawed at his shoulders, drawing blood.
"AAAIIIYYYAAAGGHHUUNNGGHH-AAGGHH AARRGGHUUNNGHH AGHH!" she screamed, climaxing yet another time.
Once again Kenny pumped slowly in and out of the softly contracting folds of her seething pussy, helping her continually savor the full enjoyment of the pleasurable ecstasies rushing and swirling around her.
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at him, gasping, "You still haven't come?"
"Not yet!"
The recent drain that Moya had put on his testicles was now allowing him the full pleasure of fucking his eager and anxious wife to his heart's content. This was one cunt he had really missed a lot.
The feeling was exhilarating. The actual act was where he was at at the moment. He loved the vulnerable feeling of a woman lost in release. He loved fucking almost as much as he loved baseball. The longer he was able to fuck, the better he enjoyed it. With Moya he sometimes came much too quickly. Not so with his wife, although he wasn't able to understand why. After all, he found her far more arousing than Moya. When he finally did come, it would be one gigantic blast of pleasure, and then everything would be over, since he was certain Ellen didn't know how to build a soft cock up again in a short time the way Moya did.
"I want another one," she whispered into his ear, her lips brushing it in a teasing caress. "I want you to fuck me! I want to feel that big wonderful cock of yours stabbing in and out of me. Then I want you to climax, filling me with you."
He allowed his hands to slip slowly down the slick curves of her thighs. He lay on her at the moment, letting her take his full weight, her firm mounds of breasts squashed to near flatness beneath him. The stiff, hard points of her nipples were like small pebbles against his chest.
Soothingly caressing her thighs for several minutes, he slid his palms under her, squeezing the rounded globes of her full buttocks. She groaned, twitching and churning her buttocks and rocking his rigid cunt in the spongy confines of her anxious vagina. Then Kenny lifted her ass. His cock slid even more deeply into the heated recesses of her quaking body, a seeking root of undeniable pleasure.
His angle of attack increased his depth, and once again he started his hips working. He moved languidly, his thickness continually slicing in a slow motion pump into her quivering pussy. This time he was going to reach his own pinnacle. But until he finally came, he wanted all this to take a long, long time. He wanted to draw every pleasure possible from his delightful wife. He ached to extend this fantastic fuck to its fullest limits.
"AAANNNNHHHHH!" she moaned, her body continually thrashing with mounting please beneath him. "YESSSSSSSSSSSS ... THAT'S GOOD ... S-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O GOOOOOD!"
In and out he constantly moved his hips, rising and falling in a steady pace. He glided in, sinking as far as his penis was able to go, then he slithered right out again. Long and hard he moved into her repeatedly, moving as slowly as possible, withdrawing until only the swollen head of his penis was solidly embedded between the sucking lips of her vagina. Then he would ease back into the heatedly wet scabbard of her belly.
Long, delicious savoring minutes passed with his aching hips continuing this tantalizing cadence. It was more of a sexual caress than a fuck. In a slow-motion dance the cores of their body waltzed together. There was nothing urgent about their lovemaking at this moment. It had an almost casual look and feel to it.
For Kenny and Ellen the long, passing minutes of their wonderful ride together seemed like long, lingering hours. Their desire continued building to higher plateaus, starting as a slight tickling of want, their need continued to blossom. It flowed out from their loins until it filled each cell of their bodies.
Still they worked in a slow increasing of their fucking speed. He pulled back to the full length of his penis, then again slithered back into the wet openness of her seething cunt. She moaned and pushed her pelvis up to meet his downward thrust. Then her buttocks fell to the mattress beneath her as his cock retreated and she slid from its length.
Ellen had to admit that her husband was still better than all the others. Her body was alive as it never had been before. She accepted the fullness of his swollen manhood with every last ounce of her quaking body. He no longer simply poled her seething vagina but shifted, driving into her very soul. Every nerve in her shuddering body was aware of his presence. Every muscle within this consuming awareness yearned for him. She was a complete sexual being. Nothing else mattered except his rigid penis continually pushing and pressing, sliding in and out of her body.
His hips increased the stroking power of his cock again. Her reaction was automatic. Without the slightest thought she naturally matched his rhythm. It was unbelievable. He totally controlled her at this moment-something he was never able to do with Moya. Now he knew why he loved this woman so completely. She was a part of him in a way no other woman would ever be able to be. Yes, he fucked Moya with regularity on the road, this was true, but Ellen's was the cunt his cock called home.
He continued wildly sleeving into the tightness of her pulsing cunt. His solid shaft was wildly alive with a tingling awareness that felt each soft ripple shooting through her vaginal walls. The sensation was unbelievable and fantastic. His testicles were swelling with the pressure of a slowly increasing lust. The heat and utter tightness of her inner womanhood was unbelievably delightful. Her channel was incredible. It seemed to get tighter each time he entered her, and she was definitely tighter than Moya. She squeezed as he pulled back from her body, preparing for yet another plunge. The soft folds of her loving inner tunnel rippled around him, clinging to the bulb of his throbbing cock. He shuddered and moaned, his hips once again picking up speed. Now his balls were aching, manufacturing more and more of the fluid while none of it had yet been released.
His hands eased out from under her sweet thighs, and she voluntarily pulled her own legs back, gripping herself behind the knees. Each rising inch of her thighs opened her even more to the driving power of his continually slicing penis. He drilled deeper into her shuddering belly, filling her softly heated hole.
His cock felt so big and hard. He filled her completely, yet there seemed to be more stuffing its way into her pulsing vagina. Deeper he continued penetrating as he hoisted her legs upward, riding her like an expert. He filled her to the brim, then seemingly shoved in just a little bit more. She groaned and writhed, working her pelvis to fully accept the ponderous offering of cock he was giving her.
Higher he pushed her legs, his hands behind them now. The eager opening of her trembling sex continued to wantonly squeeze around the rapidly plunging length of his shafted cock. He was deep, yet he wanted deeper. He wanted to feel the soothing flooding building in him, to fill the thrillingly sheathing hole of her sucking pussy. He wanted to fill her with a tidal wave of seminal fluid.
Her knees rose higher, pressing along the sides of their bodies. He now packed her as fully as he was able. His long, solid cock jammed into the aching tunnel of her cunt, making Ellen realize how much she needed Kenny's cock, no matter what she had done with the others-especially Jerry Nunno.
Jerry! He was a gentleman in every respect. He made love to her every which way she wanted and he was more than adequate, even if he was no match for Kenny. Because of being able to make love to her, Jerry was now the top starting pitcher in both leagues, and if things kept up this way it looked as if he would might not only win thirty games, but would have the lowest earned-run-average in the league.
He always questioned her, wanting to find out who she was. He knew the various wigs she wore when meeting him were just that-wigs, but he never tried removing them or doing anything she didn't want. Sometimes he actually pleaded and begged, trying to learn her name, but he never snooped in her purse when she wasn't looking, nor did he take down the license number of her car. He had a good thing going and wasn't going to be dumb enough to lose it. Ellen appreciated that, and as long as Kenny had Moya, she hoped she would have Jerry, but right now she had Kenny.
Moaning, she slid her hands down to her husband's buttocks. His ass-cheeks were boulders of tight, tense flesh, hard and warm between her fingers. He jerked upward and then plummeted straight down into her. She clung to him, pulling hard, impaling his body with her nails as he dominated hers with his kniving cock. She continued grunting and groaning as he slammed his crotch solidly into the pounding pleasure of her vagina.
They were striving for their ultimate release. It was going to be a release of carnal delight that had been constantly growing in her aching body. The two were on a non-stop flight to ecstasy, their bodies soaked with the perspiration of their lust. They were wet and slippery, and they rocked and lurched together, trying to quench the thirst of their desire.
Faster Kenny continued savagely thrusting into his wife. His shaft was a driving piston of fiery flesh. He speared and poled his lance into her as swiftly as possible.
Tighter and tighter, her vagina now clamped down around his throbbing cock. She continued to squeeze and pull at his swollen piston. Her cunt sucked him into her depths as each nerve, each cell in each of their bodies came completely alive with the other's presence.
Then the two exploded at once.
The sensation was indescribable, and their mouths clung to one another so that neither was able to scream. But they floated in a sphere of physical delight for the longest time before drifting back to earth, where they fell fast asleep in one another's tightly clasping arms.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Though it was still long before All Star time, the local sportswriter had gotten together and were having a little dinner for those men they considered the most up-and-coming on both Chicago teams. Both team managers were there along with three of their players and, if the players were married, their wives.
Jerry Nunno was considered the outstanding pitcher on the Central League Chicago team, and his manager, Zak Milton, was boasting that he was going to be the most terrific pitcher around. Just as naturally, the manager of the Hornets was boasting about Kenny West, who had the hottest bat in both leagues.
Before the actual dinner and the giving out of awards, the people all milled around. Zak Milton, who was there with his wife, smiled at the manager of the Hornets and introduced his wife to the wives of the various players on both teams.
Ellen felt smug as she walked up to Milton when her husband introduced her. Her blondeish-brown hair was short and tightly curled around her head. She wore no eye shadow, no rouge, and had a soft red lipstick on. She smiled and spoke in a low voice, and naturally Zak Milton hadn't the slightest idea who she was other than Kenny West's wife. She was the prettiest thing at the party, he was willing to acknowledge as much, and at one point he even told her so, saying, "It's so nice to see the players with clean cut, wholesome women like yourself. You'd be surprised at some of the tramps that hang around the players' entrance to the ballpark so they'll be able to boast that they slept with a member of my team."
"You'll have to tell me about it sometime," Ellen said.
"A nice lady like you won't be interested," Zak insisted.
At the award ceremony, each man was given a small plaque, then asked to make a brief speech.
When Kenny got up and accepted his plaque, he said, "To paraphrase Abe Lincoln, all that I am or ever will be, I owe to my wife."
Everyone applauded. Two other Hornets also got awards and made short speeches.
Then it was the turn of the Knights, and the first two members also praised their wives. When Jerry Nunno got up, he said, "I don't have a wife. But all that I am I owe to a lovely mysterious blonde. I wish I knew who she was, but believe me, I would be down in the minors today if it weren't for her teaching me how to relax on the ball field."
Ellen smiled. He deserved to know who she was after such a nice speech. So when the ceremonies were over, she walked over to him and said, "That was a lovely speech, Mr. Nunno."
"Why, uhhh ... thank you, Mrs. West."
"Kenny will have to invite you to our home sometime."
"That's very nice of you," he nodded politely.
"When Kenny does invite you, it might be a good idea if you brought some catnip."
"Catnip?"
"Yes! I have a white Angora cat named Lucifer who just loves it." Smiling, she walked away, leaving him standing there, stunned.
It was nice to know she was responsible for the success of the best player on each Chicago team.
