"Jingle Bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way..." the song rang out through the large department store as everyone was milling around, doing some last-minute Christmas shopping. It was Saturday, and the holiday would be there on Tuesday. Christmas, one of three days during the year when all stores actually closed, now that the law permitted most stores to remain open on Sunday, except for New Jersey, where Sunday closings were mandatory.
Ed Weeder has no business playing Santa Claus. However, he needed the money, and one thing was certain, and that was he wasn't going to get it by sitting on his can. Fuel costs in the northeast had gone sky-high, to the point where a man paid as much for heat throughout the entire year as he paid in taxes. The federal government, snarled as it was in its own bureaucracy, was incapable of seeking out some inexpensive means of replacing the oil needed to heat the home. So a man like Ed Weeder, who, two years earlier had been relatively comfortable in spite of the increased costs of fuel and gasoline back in 1973, was now on the verge of bankruptcy.
But Ed had a way of beating the high cost of oil. He was going to put in a small coal stove. His house was not large by any means. It had six rooms in it, all on one floor, and a coal-burning stove would heat the house adequately. Coal cost ninety dollars a ton, and he had a shed attached to his house where he would be able to easily fit a ton of coal. Ninety dollars would fuel his home for half the winter, which meant he would be spending a total of one-hundred-and-eighty dollars a year on coal instead of two thousand dollars a year on oil or gas.
But Ed Weeder needed money to buy that coal stove. He also needed money to pay to have it installed. It wasn't one of those huge, bulky old-time furnaces. It was a tiny stove, but it hooked, or it would hook, into his heating system when he bought it. He wouldn't have to shovel coal with a large spade, but rather a small hand shovel would be enough. Twenty-five pounds of coal a day would keep his house nice and warm, and twenty-five pounds of coal left a half pound of ashes, which he would be able to scoop out and put into a paper bag and dump in the garbage... but first he had to buy that stove, and it cost six hundred dollars. Then he would have to pay to have it installed, and that would be another two to four hundred. Ed Weeder needed an extra thousand dollars to heat his small bachelor home, So Ed Weeder, stock broker extraordinaire, was now Ed Weeder, Santa Claus in the late afternoon and evening for the large local department store that had just moved into his Westchester Country village.
Ed was a nice-looking man in his early forties. He had tight, almost kinky black hair clinging to his head, though his skin was white. There wasn't the smallest trace of negroid blood in him, and he often wondered how his father before him, and then he, had developed kinky hair. His nose was slightly hooked, and he had sleepy looking eyes which made him appear as trustworthy as he really was. In fact, the only person who didn't trust Ed was his ex-wife. Though his small house was a bachelor house, he, himself, was a divorced man with two kids finishing college. He had ruddy cheeks, a strong chin, and under normal circumstances was good to look at. At the present moment, in his padded Santa Claus outfit, with the white beard covering his lower face, he felt almost ridiculous ho-ho-hoing to all the kids who came and sat in his lap asking for the multitudes of gifts their greedy little hearts desired. The parents each paid five dollars ahead of time when their children got on the Santa Claus line, so Ed always gave each child a gift.
Ed was an agnostic and really had no idea what his own religion was, so he didn't think too much about playing Santa Claus. It was a job, like any other job. It had to be done, and though he wasn't making big bucks with it, at least he was earning enough for the down payments on that damn coal stove. Had it not been for the alimony Ed would have had more than enough since he was a more-than-competent securities salesman. But his wife was draining more than half his paycheck every week, especially with college costs for the kids. Hell! He was going out of his mind with all those expenses.
Not only that, but it had been awhile since he had gotten any nookie. Ed had to admit, there was a growing restlessness in him. It didn't help to have all those little kids squirming around in his lap during the late afternoon, either. Not that kids aroused Ed Weeder. It was merely the friction from their little fannies rubbing through the Santa Claus pants that drove him bananas.
Ed noticed that four different women brought their children to the end of the Santa Claus line at the same time, and while listening to the brat in his lap rattle off the multitude of different gifts he would never receive, Ed pondered that the four ladies seemed to have arrived together and were possibly all members of the same social set or bridge club, or perhaps just neighbors. He wouldn't have paid much attention to them except that all four were looking directly at him, but not in the disinterested way parents stare at a Santa Claus in a department store. The four women were looking at him as if attempting to see through his beard, trying to look at his face, and then they would whisper to one another and nod their heads and smile. Ed knew his fly wasn't open because this particular costume didn't have a fly. He wondered what it was that was making the ladies smile.
On Saturdays, Ed Weeder worked all day. The store was paying a dollar an hour above the minimum wage, and considering the job required him to simply sit and listen to the kiddies, it was almost like found money, though he didn't appreciate the kids tugging on his fake beard or pulling his nose, or splashing soda in his face. One even mashed an ice cream cone on his nose.
The four ladies on the line with the children finally reached Ed, and the first brat, like so many others, pulled his beard way back and let it snap against his face. The four women turned to one another and nodded at that, and it took all Ed's willpower not to dump the brat out of his lap. Instead, he went through with the usual routine of, "And what do you want for Christmas, little boy?" After the boy had rattled off his comprehensive list, Weeder asked, "Have you been a good boy?"
"Oh y-e-e-e-e-ssss..." the little snot-nose nodded, like so many before him and so many that would follow.
He went through the same rigmarole with the other three kids, and the last mother, when taking her daughter from Weeder's lap, said, "Thank you so much, Santa," and shook his hand. When her hand had withdrawn, he found a small note in his palm. He pushed it inside the elastic sleeve of the costume and gave no more thought to it until his day was finished.
It was while he was downstairs, in the locker room, changing to his street clothes, that Ed Weeder felt the note fall out. Seeing it flutter to the floor, he picked it up and read it. The note simply said, "Please call 555-7483 when you've finished work."
Ed was about to throw the note away, but then he figured, what did he have to lose by making the call? Shrugging, he went to the nearby pay phone, dialed the number, and sure enough, a woman answered. He recognized the voice as belonging to the woman who had given him the note, and when he identified himself, she asked, "Are you busy this evening?"
"Not particularly," he replied.
"Good," she answered. "Now here's what I'd like you to do..."
Chapter Two
"What the hell am I doing here?" Ed Weeder asked himself out loud for the fifteenth time, standing in front of the Wayside Motel, stamping his feet on the snow-covered ground. It was cold, damn it! The least the woman might have done was to prepare a room in advance, but from her point of view he was able to understand that it would have been a waste of money had he not shown up.
Luckily the snow was very light, and Ed was dressed warmly in a coat that covered his hips. He had a Cossack hat on with the earflaps down, and his gloves were fur-lined.
A large blue Cadillac pulled up before the place and Ed recognized the woman the moment she got out. She would have been a hard woman to forget. She was tiny, perhaps not even five feet tall, and she had an exceedingly pretty face. Her hair was a light brown, and she had a hood on her green coat, but it was thrown back so Ed would be able to recognize her.
"Santa?" she asked.
"Yes," he nodded. She hadn't asked his name, nor had she given him hers. All she had done was to tell him, if he wanted to earn an extra fifty dollars that night, she wanted him to meet her in front of the Wayside Motel.
Ed Weeder had smiled all the way to the motel. He had never thought of himself as a Romeo. Certainly he had never conceived of himself as a stud. Sure, he was good-looking enough, and there were plenty of women who were trying hard to turn him into a husband. But most of the women were around his own age, and some a little older. This was the first time a young woman, a woman already married, had approached him.
"Why don't you register us into the motel," she said to him, handing him eighty dollars. He knew the fifty was his in advance, and the thirty would pay for the room.
Shrugging, he went inside and filled out the registration card, Mr. and Mrs. S. Klauss, giving his address as North Pole Avenue in Westchester. Accepting the key from a totally disinterested motel clerk, he went outside where the short woman was waiting.
"What do I call you?" he asked, as they approached the unit.
She wrinkled her girlish nose for a moment, smiled, and said, "Fern."
"Is that a first or a last name?" he asked.
"Neither," she replied as he opened the door. "It's my middle name, but not even my husband knows it."
He shut the door, turned on the light, and looked around. It was a reasonably comfortable room, with two large double beds in it, a small full-sized bathroom ahead to the left, and the two sinks outside, joined by a counter in front of a huge mirror. The walls were off-yellow and clean, and the beds looked fairly new so the mattresses wouldn't be lumpy.
"Okay," Ed said to the woman as she peeled off her heavy coat and hung it in the small closet. "Why are we here?"
"For the same reason people usually go to motels nowadays," she answered, her sweet voice very disarming.
"I beg your pardon?" he asked.
"Take off your coat," her voice commanded. He did so, letting her hang it up, as well. Then he sat in the room's only chair while she sat on the bed. "What's this all about?" he asked.
"Does it really matter?" she replied, answering his question with another question. "All that really matters is, I want you to take me to bed."
"Then someone comes busting in and takes pictures which you threaten to show to..." "To whom?" she asked. "Are you married?" "Divorced," he answered.
"Well then, what are you worried about? Besides, blackmail is too tacky. Believe me I didn't ask you here to extort money from you. To begin with, I need a good man. My husband is an insurance broker, and he's out day and night, trying to sell insurance. I never see him, he never takes me out, and though I live in a big house with a nice car and a maid to take care of the kids, I'm lonely." "That still doesn't explain why you picked me," Ed replied.
"To begin with, you're a very handsome man. The four of us saw that when Harriet's son pulled your beard down. In fact, Harriet told him to do just that, so we'd be able to get a look at your face. "We all agreed you're quite handsome."
"All?"
"Oh yes," she told him. "This is more than a one-night-stand. If I find you satisfactory, I'm to report it to the other ladies, and they, one at a time, will also ask for the same service, and they'll offer the same price, fifty dollars... each!"
"Why me?"
"Well, we didn't want to risk going into a bar and picking up some weirdo who might get kicks from beating on us. What we wanted was a handsome family man, or a local man anyway, who was disease-free, which, by the way, brings me to my next question."
"No social diseases, now or ever," he replied.
"Very good," she nodded. "We figured a Santa Claus ought to be just the right kind of man. After all, the department stores are fairly scrupulous in their hirings. They wouldn't merely accept some rummy off the street to play Santa Claus. Too, the man would have to be mature. That is, he probably wouldn't be doddering, but he would not be some man in his early twenties who might be familiar either with us girls or with anyone else who knew us! Also, a mature man would not attempt to prove to us what a superstud he was, and thereby keep us here at the motel for any length of time."
"You keep saying us," Ed pointed but. "But you came here alone."
"As all the other ladies will do," Fern told him, running her hands through her short, brown hair. "But what's the point of all this?" Ed asked.
"We're bored," Fern replied. "It's as simple as that. The four of us are bored. We contemplated seducing one another's husbands, but we figured they'd all be too pooped to make it all worthwhile. Then we hit on the idea of a neutral man, and as explained earlier, we wanted a man who suited us just right. You see, we decided we wanted to make it interesting. We have a wager going. The winner gets a brand new evening gown from your store at the expense of the other three. We want to know if any of us is clearly superior to the others. We also want to know if any of us are duds, which might be the reason why our husbands are no longer interested in us. Is it that the work takes so much out of them, or is it that they find us unappealing? If any of us is unappealing, we'd like to know just what is wrong, and how it can be corrected. This is why we need you. You see, in many ways you're like our husbands. You're not a flashy man, but you're not that well off, either, or you wouldn't be doing the Santa bit. We're not asking your name, and you aren't to ask ours beyond the name each of us gives you. Are you willing?"
She stood now, and he saw she had on a sheath so that her slender body curved and stood out nicely. It was a black satin sheath, letting him see she had small but firm breasts, nicely rounded, though small hips, and a narrow waistline.
"I'm willing," Ed nodded, and getting to his feet, he walked over to Fern and proceeded to undo the top of her sheath. Her arms slipped out of it, and then he let it fall, leaving her nude to the waist. She hadn't bothered wearing a brassiere underneath.
As his somewhat thick, almost stubby fingers began squeezing and rubbing her breasts, he stared avidly at her enticing nakedness. Ed still found it impossible to believe he was doing this; accepting it all as casually as she had explained it. The sight of her lovely body had definitely stirred the juices in him, and he had moved automatically. She had told him she wanted him to fuck her, and he seemed to automatically accept that he was going to do just that. Hell! He was hornier than the proverbial bullmoose and he probably would have been willing to fuck anything with two legs and a pussy. To have lucked into something this sexy was wild, really wild. He'd give her a ride she wouldn't forget in a hurry.
Her small, jutting breasts were a fabulous sight, and looking at them made him breathe all the more quickly.
"I know they're on the smallish side..." she began.
"Hey," he interrupted. "You don't have to apologize, honey. What you don't have, you don't need. You're lovely."
"I'm glad you like them," she said, breathing more easily, making him realize this had been almost as nerve-wracking for her as it was for him.
"Tell me," he asked, continuing to massage her nipples, "is this the first time... am I the first man...?"
"Yes," she nodded. "This is the first time we ladies have done anything like this. It's the first time we had enough nerve to try it. We're all of us young, in our mid-twenties or younger, and we're so lonely at times. If this experiment works out, then I have no doubt that we'll try it with other men, though I suspect we'll probably be even more careful about whom we select in the future. We picked you almost out of desperation. It was Lois' idea. We had been talking about doing this for some time, and when we took the kids to see the Santa Claus in the department store, Lois decided we should take a chance and see what you looked like. If you were really good-looking under that beard, then we decided to go ahead and give it a try with you. I agreed to be the first one to try it. So far, I'm not the least little bit sorry."
His hands continued rubbing the roundness of her small breasts, tugging on her pert nipples. He mauled them almost roughly because he had a feeling that was what she wanted him to do. Ed had to admit, he liked the texture of her soft, hot skin as well as the rubbery hardness of her small nipples as they continued to roll against his palms. The power in his squeezing hands sent flames of thrilling desire swirling down the front of the woman called Fern. Her clear, girlish complexion wrinkled a little as she tried controlling the quiver in her voice when she said, "It feels good, really good. I haven't had a man touch me in almost a month."
She began swaying slightly from side to side, her eyes half-closed. Abruptly she stiffened as she became aware of Ed lowering his face and burrowing his lips into the small valley between her tiny breasts. He hadn't had a chance to shave yet, and as a result his five o'clock shadow rasped against her tender skin. Its roughness was like some coarse, grainy sandpaper. Even though it twinged her with pain, it also heightened the brown-haired woman's desire.
"PLEASE!" she gasped.
Please? Oh yes, he was going to please. He'd do his goddamnedest to please. His hands were large, and his fingers were as thick as bananas as he tried shoving her small breasts together while pulling his face back. Somehow, in some way, he managed to press her small mammaries together. The tingling tips of her light brown nipples rubbed his thick, black bushy eyebrows and his closed eyelids while the man panted and rolled his face against her breasts.
Fern's fingers were gripping almost reflexively in his thick mop of kinky black hair while the continually mounting tremors of burning desire continued to run down the front of her. Her narrow pelvis surged restlessly as the fires within her seeped into her very slender thighs and turned her need into a heavy clot of oily liquid flowing from the narrow lips of her vagina.
Fern stifled a soft moan when she felt his nibbling lips hungrily encircle her right nipple. Her hands pressed his face solidly against her body. The delightful rasp of his working tongue began scraping at the tip of her ultra-sensitive nipple while he continued to brutally suck the glowing bud into his mouth. His strength and virility surprised him as well as her as it flowed out of him, overpowering the beautiful brown-haired woman. She felt her knees starting to buckle and her mind started spinning.
He was far more masculine than she or the other woman had imagined. They hadn't wanted what they had termed a macho man, if only because their husbands had made them feel so inadequate, they didn't think themselves capable of keeping up with such a man. This was why they had finally gone after the department store Santa Claus. Now he was fooling them by proving himself to be far more masculine than Fern had imagined, and as a result, she was almost terrified, frightened she would not be able to perform satisfactorily.
When they had first entered the motel room, she had been so certain of herself; so certain her charms would overwhelm the man and all but make him her slave. Now she realized the gnawing hunger in him was taking control of her, dominating her. She had tried being somewhat cool and aloof to his initial advances, only to discover that she was even more in need of sexual attention than he. Her false coolness had suddenly melted, now replaced by a mixture of fright and an uncontrollable desire to have this man's virile nakedness ravage her passion-wracked body:
Her sensations were so keen that she had not been aware that his mouth had shifted from one nipple to the other and was working just as avidly on it. He nursed at the nipple as a hungry calf would pull at its mother's udder. An anguished sigh slid from her gaspingly parted slender lips as he began rubbing the edges of his nibbling teeth against her sensitive nipple, biting down so hard he seemed ready to chew right through it. "Santa... " she gasped.
The rest of the words were stuck in her gagging throat as he picked her up and carried her back to the bed, making her lie down with the back of her head resting on a pillow. Her right leg dangled over the side of the bed, leaving the hem of her dress hiked all the way up her nylon-clad thighs.
Ed stared down at her diminutively sprawled, beautiful figure while he jerked his shirt out of his pants and began unbuttoning it. Her tits might have been small, but even lying down they managed to somehow or other stand up and look like perfect little bumps on her body topped by nipples that resembled almonds. He licked his dry lips and once again tasted the aura of her, still clinging to his mouth. Finally he managed to pull off his shirt and throw it to the side.
"Well?" he asked, looking down at her. "What the heck are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?"
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"Take off the rest of your clothes, honey. I mean, we don't want to tear anything, do we?"
"Yes, of course, you're right!"
"Then hurry up and get the duds off before I tear them off. You started this, honey, but I'm gonna finish it."
His trousers slid down revealing strong but very hairy legs. He shoved his undershorts down as well, kicking off his shoes, and then he stepped out of everything. Now that his body had been totally freed of clothing, revealing his solidity, a faint grin creased his handsome face as he reached out and said, "Want me to undress you?"
"Oh... uhhhh... no... no. That's all right, I'll do it myself," Fern assured him.
She leaped to her feet and wiggled, pulling the sheath down over her hips and off. She realized that once again she had attempted to react coolly to his proposition, and cool just didn't work, right now. It would be better for her to do as he instructed. She doubted that he would purposely tear her clothing, but accidents were known to happen, and though her husband gave her money of her own, it wasn't nearly enough to continually replace clothing. Besides, this particular dress happened to be one of her favorites. At the moment, her body felt as if it were covered with another sheath; a sheath of heated desire with fire increasing the wetness bubbling inside her shuddering vagina.
His chest and even his stomach was covered with a matted, curling rug of black, coarse hair. The slightest movement on Ed's part caused the muscles to ripple under his skin. He had, at one time or another, actually trimmed his pubic hair because it looked to be a smooth carpet compared to the hairs on his chest and belly. The carpet served as a perfect base for his thickly swollen penis.
Fern had been an exceedingly faithful wife until today, as had been most of the other women in her little group. As a result, this was the first penis she had seen since her husband, Albert's. Albert had a penis that wasn't much longer and thicker than her own middle finger. This one, on the other hand, was a long, thick hunk of salami. It was really something spectacular to look at! It resembled a chunk of long, dark petrified wood the way it stuck out in front of him gnarled by a series of swollen veins and topped by a flaring purple knob. It was purple and swollen with so much desire that its tightly stretched surface seemed to shine.
Ed felt fiery streaks of pain suddenly flashing through his solid length of muscle and flesh. A dull, throbbing ache pulsed in his jumping testicles each time the blood thudded into his crotch through arteries that were wide open. Watching the beautiful woman peel her pantyhose down the lengths of her slender legs and step out of them merely served to enhance the pain. He noted her beautiful young body was willowy, with just enough flesh on her bones to keep her from looking skinny. In fact, she was more than a little curvy, though not quite voluptuous.
He had been aware from the beginning of her trying to maintain control of the situation. She had tried teasing him, taunting him with seductive glances and stares. She had worn that tight sheath to let him get a good look at the shape of her body underneath. She moved like a model, showing off, letting him see what he was going to get, and having seen it, he decided he was going to make the most of it. He hoped her three other friends would be true to their word and also join in at later dates. He was hot!
Fern straightened up now. She stood directly in front of the handsome man, and he read desire, now so apparent in her large, dark eyes. The short strands of brown-shaded hair almost, not quite, reached down to her shoulders. She was breathing heavily and her small breasts rose and fell in erratic rhythm.
His glance traveled down along the front of her. He paid little attention to the small, rounded hips because he was so totally absorbed in the sight of her vagina. He noticed she shaved it. It was as naked as the rest of her body, a seductive mound snuggled comfortingly between her thighs.
"No hair," he said, thoughtfully. "How come? I mean, you're pretty enough to be a model, I grant, but seeing you in the department store with your daughter today, I'm assuming you aren't a model."
"My husband likes it with no hair, the few times he does use it," she said to him.
"Mmmmmm! How come?"
"He says hair holds the smell of my vaginal oils, and he doesn't like it."
"He's an asshole, if you'll pardon my saying so."
"I agree," Fern nodded.
He took a step toward her, curious to see her reaction. He wondered if she would turn and run all of a sudden.
But Fern surprised him by standing her ground. She had thought about running, at first. She had been a virgin when she had married, and no man had touched her other than her husbanduntil now. That had continued weighing on her mind in spite of the fact that she had initiated all this. The idea also occurred to her to slip out of his grasp and make him chase her, just to see how much the man really wanted her. A woman wanted to know she was really wanted. She wanted him to tease her, to catch her, to grab her. But then the same weakness flooded her knees and she found it impossible to move away from the man. Already her hand had moved forward, wanting to feel the thickness of such a marvelous cock. Her clutching fingers formed themselves around his heated penile length. It was so thick she found herself barely able to enclose it in the grasp of her small hand.
"Santa Claus..."
His two hands totally smothered and hid her small breasts. His fingernails dug into her tender flesh as he massaged the taut and lovely convexities, continually powering the middle of his palms against the hardness of her small, protruding nipples.
"Now I want to show you how we make love up at the North Pole," he told her, smiling.
"MMMMMMM... YESSSSSS... SHOW ME! GIVE ME A PRESENT, SANTA CLAUS."
His hands slowly moved along her slender sides, running over the sweet swells of her hips to the tops of her slender thighs. His fingernails all but bit into her skin as he gripped the backs of her smooth thighs just below the buttocks. Suddenly he lifted her off the floor, straight up.
So swift and totally unexpected had the movement been, that Fern jerked with surprise. Her arms began flailing around as she attempted to gain her balance, trying to lean forward. No matter how she tried she found herself suddenly falling backward. The breath shot out of her lungs as her shoulders and head slammed against the mattress. Looking upward, she saw Ed standing between her parted thighs, his hands still keeping her lower parts elevated while his fingers all but dug into her flesh. His eyes burned hotly as he stared downward. She was unable to tell whether he was looking at the bloated head of his throbbing cock, or the bared slices of her vagina.
Ed's voice was filled with rampant desire as he gasped, "Now this is really something to look at."
The power in the strong fingers that gripped her slender thighs and the yearning lust in his aching stare acted like a sex stimulant to the lovely woman. Her small breasts found themselves aching for his touch again. Fire began seeping through her shuddering pelvis and desire continued to wet down the soaked lips of her aching cunt. Inside, her vagina began to shudder and quiver, itching as it anxiously yearned to discover what it would feel like to have something as thick as that massive penis plunging into her. Her arms stretched out. Her fingers did their best to try and grab the penis, but all she was able to touch with her fingertips were his hairy forearms.
"PLEASE..." she gasped. "OH PLEASE, PLEASE... I WANT... UNNNNHHH.... "Rapture suddenly paralyzed her throat muscles for the moment.
Ed's gripping hands were suddenly steel vises beneath her knees. He jerked her slender thighs wide apart and then tugged them upward. Holding her very easily, as if her legs were two slender branches of a divining rod, he began bending forward, slowly lowering his head.
Fern stared, unable to believe what she was seeing. With her husband it was missionary screwing and little else, if anything. What this man was about to do was so totally unexpected, she felt uncontrollable shudders charging helplessly through her.
His face leaned lower and his hands slid along her buttocks and then her back as her knees pressed beneath his armpits while his lips came closer. The searing touch of her heated and passion-swollen vaginal mound against his upper lip reminded him of a deliciously ripe and juicy peach, just picked from a sun-drenched tree. For several seconds Ed continually rubbed his upper lip back and forth letting the vertical smile of her vagina leak its inward essences to moisten his mouth.
Then he began probing with his flicking tongue. He sent out short, sensitive thrusts, allowing the tip of his tongue to stab into her liquid slot. Like the throbbing mound of her tantalizing vagina, the inner core was all aflame and soaking wet, reminding him of the soft, exquisite texture of a fresh plum.
Panting heavily, Ed continued moving his face from side to side as he rubbed first his lips and then his nose across her clitoris. At the same time his tongue continually stabbed and probed, lapping at the flowing honeyed mead that continually seeped from her cleft. The juice now coating his extended tongue and the scent of her inner lust so totally and wantonly aroused the man that his throbbing penis jerked upright and slapped solidly against his stomach. It stood rigidly, practically straight up, and quivered until the pain from within made the pain almost totally unbearable.
"Santa..."
Fern tried hard to say more, but she found it impossible at this time to form the words. Unbelievable and overpowering surges of uncontrolled rapture poured into her shuddering pelvis and began spreading throughout her entire body. She was so totally and completely overwhelmed, and so totally surprised at what the man was doing to her that she thought no longer about either resisting or teasing him. She had expected him to fall on top of her and hurriedly satisfy his own inner sexual urges as her husband often did. Sometimes she came and sometimes she didn't. Mostly, she didn't. This new activity left her unbelievably helpless. The delightful, flickering thrusts of his probing oral organ had intensified her passion to such a thrillingly exquisite level that she was already on the verge of some kind of satisfaction.
"OOOOHHHH!" he gasped, lifting his face from her bubbling maw. "You are wonderful. I've never tasted anything this good!"
He had meant the words to sound tender and loving, to convey to her the inner passion and rapture he felt; but because of the hoarseness of his voice it came out rough and almost sharp, as if he actually sounded lustfilled rather than adoring. For a long moment he remained there staring down into the juncture of her split thighs, staring at that which only moments earlier had reminded him of either a fresh peach or a plum.
The rich pink inner folds of her wetly glistening feminine cleft looked raw and almost ravaged though all he had used was his tongue. Inwardly, the hot cunt pulsated in hurried tempo with the beating of her pulse. He discovered the blood was throbbing in his aching cock to the very same tempo. It was time cock and cunt merged. Slowly he began lowering his arms. At the same time he let her slender thighs and pelvis move downward until her vagina was on the same level at the end of his swollenly bulging penis. His hands moved to her buttocks, letting her feet slam against the floor with a loud thump.
Hurling himself forward and onto her body, he thrust out his arms so that the weight of his body wouldn't crash down on top of her. He looked down at her heavily panting flat belly and the wide-angled thighs. The creamy mound of her shaven pussy was rising in final and complete surrender.
His right hand gripped the base of his cock and pressured down on it, bringing the swollen, dark-flared crown to her shuddering vagina. The instant the penis touched her moisture-filled slash, he became aware of just how burning hot she was inside. This only served to make his throbbing cock quiver and pulsate even more. Very, very carefully now, he fitted the swollen and pulsating point of his penis against her tender vaginal opening, then slowly he began powering forward.
Just as slowly the thickly heavy, bloated knob of his rigid masculine power spread the helpless flanges of the lovely woman's vagina until the muscles of her slippery opening solidly clamped around the corona of his pressuring penis. The organ continued to press itself forward a little at a time until it slowly began entering her.
Fern shuddered and mewled, her entire body stiffening like a board. She spread her loins even farther apart, and a second later the fiery length of his driving shaft had wedged itself even farther inside her. She rolled her eyes and rotated her hips as the thick shaft stretched her tender membranes, delving deeper. It was almost like being deflowered all over again. Only this time there was no hymeneal pain, and she was able to withstand the stretching.
Deep inside the shuddering young woman the terrible wanting and aching recesses of her inner self screamed for the driving probe that would ultimately give her that needed sense of fulfillment she so desperately craved. Fern's lovely, slender legs suddenly whipped themselves firmly around his thick waist and pulled him forward and down. Ecstasy tore through her. His cock was so thick, it was as if a baby were being powered back into her body. The sensations were the same as when she had given birth, though this time there was no pain. At that time she had experienced an unbelievable orgasm, and now she felt herself on the verge of yet another one.
His cock finally penetrated to the deepest part of her vagina, and she screeched out her enjoyment of it all. Sharp tufts of his hair prickled against the tenderness of her shaven pubic skin.
Ed's former wife, Gloria, had not only had hair on her vagina, but the hair was so thick that it was as if he were penetrating a jungle each time he had entered her. Not that he disliked it. Ed Weeder liked cunt, and it didn't matter to him how much hair there was on or around it. But this was the first time in his life he had ever fucked a hairless pussy. Now, as his own pubic hair slammed against the tantalizingly naked surface around her vagina, Ed realized it was such a fantastic experience he felt all the other hairs on his body stand up. He hurriedly tugged half the length of his powering cock from the tightly quivering sleeve of her sucking pussy and then he rammed the organ solidly right back into her all over again. He shoved it in so savagely, his hair began to scrub the velvety softness of her pubis. He repeated the action again, then again, and then he pumped her so hard and fast and viciously, Fern was unable to believe the thrills she felt. No wonder women went astray. She had yet to climax, but she knew the feelings she was enjoying were far superior to anything her husband had ever given her. As far as she was concerned, the penis of Albert, her husband, was good for urinating, and nothing much else. Each time the mat of his hair slammed against her pelvis, Fern shuddered because the hair tickled her clitoris.
"Santa Claus..." she gasped, just before his next driving thrust pushed the breath out of her. "IT FEELS SO GOOD... SO VERY GOOD. I NEVER KNEW IT FELT THIS GOOD. DON'T STOP NOW! PLEASE DON'T STOP NOW!" He rammed his cock into her ever more violently. "GOOD... UHHHH..."
This time the towering intensity of her inner passion had cut off anything further she might have said. The top of her lovely head was wedged into a corner formed by the wall and the pillow beside her. As she writhed and squirmed, her throbbing climax overtook her, making her feel thrilled to such intensity, she slammed her head into the wall, shrieking, "YYYYAAAAHH-YYYYAAAAGG-GGHHHHAAAANNNNGGGGHHHHAAAA-RRRRGGGGHHHHAAAAUUUUWWWWAA-AAGGGGHHHH... EEEEEEHH-YYYY-AAAAHH-YYYYAAAAGGGGHHHHUUUU-NNNNGGGHHHHH!" she shrilly shouted.
At the peal of her orgasm she felt the grip of Ed's hands. They reached forward and held her shoulders very tightly while the overwhelming thrills of his driving penis drove her into a violently churning typhoon of utter rapture.
With a loud, hoarse, guttural yell, Ed slammed the full length of his solid penis so far into the helpless woman she felt the massive tip slam against the rear wall of her cunt with such power, she wondered if he would actually slam through. Her passion continued to repeatedly explode around the thundering spurts of his sperm.
"YYYYAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHAAAA-NNNNGGGGHHHHAAAAGGGGHHHH... HHHHAAAANNNNGGGGHHHHAAAAUU-UUWWWWAAAANNNNGGGGHHHHA-AGGHH!" Ed bellowed as he emptied his testicles into her tiny culvert. He had so much, and she was so small inside, the fluid immediately began backing out and running all over the bedspread, which they had never pulled back.
The orgasm was so monumental for the two of them that it was some time before either of them recovered. Fern came to her senses first, and when she finally managed to slip out from under Ed Weeder, she made her way to the bathroom, washed him out of her, then returned to the bed and waited for him. When he finally looked at her, she smiled at him through lowered lashes.
"That was incredible," she said to him. "I've never had anything like it in my life."
"Care to try for one more? I mean, do you have the time?"
She looked at her watch and nodded, saying, "I have the time. Do you have the energy?"
"You watch and see," he said, smiling.
Sunday was supposed to be a day of rest, but department stores in Westchester County were now open on Sunday, so Ed Weeder had to perform as Santa Claus all over again for the hordes of people who had been working on Saturday and had been unable to do some of their last minute shopping. Well, only one more day after this of playing Santa Claus, and then he would have to look for some other part-time occupation. He had netted about three hundred dollars from this job, after taxes and expenses, and it would at least put the down payment on that coal stove, which would be put aside on lay-away until he'd be able to finish paying for it.
The kids, on Sunday, seemed particularly obnoxious, and Ed had to suffer through two bitten fingers, a scratched cheek, and one rotten little stinker shooting him in the eye with a water pistol. Perhaps it was just as well the job was coming to an end. Had he been forced to go through much more of this, he would have erupted into a towering rage one day and might have ripped the little kiddies apart.
The store had people milling around right up to closing time, and even then it was difficult to get the shoppers out. At least the other workers were paid double time for Sunday. Not Ed Weeder. Being a part-time worker, he only worked twenty-three hours during the regular week, and another seven hours on Sunday for a total of thirty hours, which meant he wasn't qualified for overtime.
Working in the department store was more tiring than the two terrific sessions he'd had the previous evening with the woman he knew as Fern. She had accidentally given away the first names of two of her lady friends, Harriet and Lois, yet he was certain neither of the two women would be using her right name when she came to see him, if she came to see him, so he was sure he wouldn't be able to guess who was whom.
With the Santa Claus costume once again tucked away in the locker, he pulled on his blue coat and stepped outside the employees entrance into the cool air. It was crisp and he was exhaling smoke, as always, at this time of the year.
The mall in which the department store for which he worked was now just about deserted. His own Chrysler New Yorker, a seven-year-old car without a catalytic converter, stood next to a small green Toyota. The yellow giant dwarfed the Japanese car. Ed had bought the New Yorker two years earlier, paying two thousand dollars for it. He did very little driving and got the car serviced three times a year. Servicing the car cost no more than servicing the little imports. Though his car consumed two-and-a-half times as much gasoline, because he never drove great distances, he spent relatively little on gas, even with gas at more than a dollar a gallon. He figured out that a used Toyota would have cost forty-five hundred dollars, so he had an initial savings of twenty-five hundred, and with the value of the dollar continually declining, even with gasoline prices increasing, he still came out ahead over a five year period.
Approaching his car, he was taken aback somewhat pleasantly when he saw a slim, dark-haired woman step out of the Toyota and approach him. She had a pleasant, if not actually pretty face, and if she was not as short as Fern, she was still a long way from being tall. It was difficult to assess her figure because of the mouton coat she was wearing. But he did recognize her as one of the four ladies who had brought their kids to see him the previous day in a group.
"Hi, Santa," she said, and it was obvious she was less shy than Fern. In fact, she was downright outgoing.
"Hi," he nodded.
"You are Santa, aren't you?"
"Ho, ho, ho!" Ed replied.
"I'm Lois," she told him, surprising him by giving him her real first name.
"Fern told me you wouldn't be giving your real name," he said.
"Fern? Oh, you mean... uhhhh... well, Fern likes to act mysterious. She worries men might try and take advantage of her and possibly blackmail her."
"She told me she had never done anything like this before."
"She hasn't, but she's always suspicious of people. I'm not worried about blackmail," Lois told him. "You see, I'm a very emotional woman. I can be passionate, or I can be vengeful. If a man learned who I was and who my husband was with the idea of trying to take advantage of the relationship for monetary gain, I'd have to call up some of my brothers. I have the kind of brothers who would even make the Mafia cringe."
Chapter Three
"Hearing something like that can turn me off to the point where I might not be able to perform properly," Ed said to her.
"As long as you don't try extortion, you have nothing to worry about," she said to him. "I'll tell you now, my husband is involved in politics, and this particular weekend he's... away. My kids are at my mother's house, and she thinks I've gone to see a double feature. I left there twenty minutes ago, so you see, I have at least three hours ahead of me. I was hoping you'd care to fill them."
"There's nothing shy about you, is there," Ed stated flatly.
"In order to get what I want, shyness is a virtue I can't afford."
They drove to the Garden Motel in Ed's car, and he registered after Lois had slipped him the eighty dollars. Hell! If he had the stamina for it, and the four women were really serious about this being a continuous thing, he'd be able to pay for that stove in no time without having to get another job.
The motel room was almost a duplicate of the one he had shared with Fern. Lois wasted no time, hurriedly undressing, ordering him to do the same. She whirled around in front of him when she was naked, letting him look at her body. She had small breasts, just like Fern, though her nipples and areolas were darker. Her body was about four inches taller than that of Fern, and her hair was jet-black. She had jet-black hair covering her pubis as well.
Standing with her back to him in the lamp light of the small room, she looked at him over her shoulder, and asked, "Tell me, do I still look like I might pass for a teenager, or have I gone past that?"
Her features were almost, not quite, harsh. Her black hair was short and pulled away from her face. She had large, brown eyes, a short, straight, almost chiseled nose, and small lips. Her flesh looked whiter than Fern's, but that was because her hair was darker. Her hips were wide, unusually wide for a woman of her slender build. In later years it would develop into a widespread fanny.
"You look fine," Ed nodded, removing the last of his clothing.
"Now that is what I call one stiff prick," Lois said, smiling.
It was, and it was leaking, letting Eddie know the time had come for them to stop talking and start acting and reacting.
"It's all yours, whatever you want to do with it," he told her, not feeling the least bit apologetic for having a thick, long penis.
She turned to face him, and he decided that even if her breasts weren't large, they were a little larger than Fern's. Her back had a nice sweep to it, and with her profile to him, her breasts stood straight out, the nipples aimed straight ahead rather than being slightly uptilted like Fern's. There was something extremely sensual about her heavy-lidded eyes.
Licking her lips, she turned to face him, and Ed felt a little overwhelmed by her. With Fern, he had been able to take the initiative easily enough, perhaps because it had been Fern's first extramarital affair. With this woman it was obvious he wasn't going to be the dominant partner. What the hell! She was paying, and he would let her call the shots as long as it didn't involve pain. It was obvious she was experienced at this sort of thing. He wasn't her first lover, nor would he be her last.
"Yes, yes indeed," she nodded. "With a prick like that, you'll make any woman happy," she told him, her eyes focusing on the long, ruddy penis aimed at her. "Mmmmm! I'll go as far as to say that's the longest, thickest organ I've ever seen, and I've seen quite a few. From what Fern told me on the phone this morning, you really know how to use it, too."
"It works!" he shrugged.
"Then put it to work on me!" she insisted.
Chapter Four
Lowering his eyes to the puffiness of her ebony muff, Ed took a series of deep breaths.
"I'm curious," he said. "What if your husband has a private investigator following you? You told me he's in politics. He might be worried about some kind of scandal."
"I had a private investigator following me once," she replied. "He even caught me in the act. But I convinced him to tell my husband what a lily pure wife I was by letting him join in the actionand doubling whatever it was my husband was paying him. I have an income of my own, you see."
He stepped forward, intending to take her in his arms. Instead, she was the one who gathered him in her arms, pressing the softness of her flat, white belly against the heated tip of his throbbing penis. She opened her mouth wide, sucking his tongue inside as he kissed her. It was a long, burning, seething kiss, and she rubbed the front of herself against him, letting him feel the glow of her probing nipples and the slight swell of her breasts. There was the delicious scratch of her pelvic hairs against the base of his pulsating prong as she slammed her crotch forward. He slid his hands down to flow over those delightful asscheeks. His hands dug into the rear flesh and tugged her all the more solidly against him. He shuddered when her own hands imitated his, digging into the hairy cheeks of his buttocks, and she even went him one better when a sharp-nailed finger speared into his rectal opening, miraculously entering his tunnel without scratching him.
"Can you fuck me without climaxing for awhile?" she asked.
"There's only one way to find out," he replied.
She kissed him again, and for the first time she seemed weak-kneed in his embrace as she gasped, "HURRY, SANTA, FUCK ME!"
He would have taken her to the bed, but she settled to the floor. His probing hands slid up as far as her breasts as he sank down with her, kneeling between her slender thighs, feeling the pressure of her hand on the thickness of his cock. His two orgasms the previous night with Fern helped him keep his body under control. Even if this was a new cunt, a new experience, he was no longer overly aroused and he would be able to contain himself.
She was aiming the cock for him, pulling on the throbbing organ, tugging him forward and down, gently snubbing the rubbery cap in at the top of her swampy, boiling, palpitating feminine gap. While his fingers continued playing with her extended nipples, and his tongue took turns nibbling at each of her small breasts, both of which sank back into her body now that she was lying down. She gripped his penis and rubbed it back and forth along her clitoris, making him aware of the fact that she had a very long nubbin. The nails, sharp and dangerous, on the tips of her fingers, lightly trickled their way along his scrotum, and then he was kissing her mouth. The lingering kiss lasted for what seemed like minutes, and then her hot mouth was pressed to his ear as she whispered, "I'M GOING TO CLIMAX THE MINUTE YOU SHOVE IT INTO ME. THAT'S THE WAY I AM. DON'T LET IT DETER YOU. JUST KEEP ON FUCKING ME!"
"YEH!" he gasped.
"I get pretty wild, so don't worry. Fern told me you don't have a wife, so you'll forgive me if I rake your back with my nails when I'm in the throes of passion." "Sure... sure!" he nodded, anxious to get inside.
She moved the throbbing helmet down and carefully put it in place. He felt the tightly elastic muscles rimming her feminine chasm, nipping anxiously at it. Now she tugged her hand out and slid both hands around his back, raising her knees. Ed tensed his legs for the thrust, lifted his head, and stared directly into her sparkling eyes.
"HARD, SANTA, REALLY HARD!" she ordered. "JAM IT IN HARD AND FAST, RIGHT FROM THE BEGINNING. DON'T WASTE TIME WITH SLOW MOTION."
Ed nodded. He was used to this somewhat businesslike tone on her part. As a stockbroker he took business orders all day long. He got it from men who knew what they were talking about, and from housewives who were so bored they had nothing better to do with their time since they wouldn't even consider having an affair. Orders! Always orders! Perhaps that was why his fucking with Fern had seemed so refreshing. Even his ex-wife preferred certain positions when they had been in bed, and as a result she had given orders, too.
This was a woman who knew what she wanted, and she was making it clear to Ed in no uncertain terms, letting him know, in essence, his reward with her lay in his being subservient. This was the story of his life, for the most part. Whether at work or at play, even at being Santa Claus, he was always taking orders.
He was sort of hanging suspended at the moment, with most of his weight on his elbows and knees, and his shuddering cock just barely nosing its way into the woman's narrow quim. His every sinew and nerve were strung tight, his body shuddering with singing anticipation as he waited for her to give him the signal to continue.
Lois knew it, too, smiling to herself, knowing she had once again conquered a man, and she made him wait, making herself wait at the same time while she took three long breaths. The only movement was the continual rise and fall of her small breasts beneath his clutching hands and the wriggling of her middle finger against the pucker of his tiny asshole. Her smile was frozen onto her face, glassy, with her white teeth glittering.
Then she shut her eyes very tightly, squeezing the lids closed, drew a last, deep, audible breath, and said, "NOW!"
Ed slammed his throbbing penis into her, feeling her inflamed and overlapping tissues enfold and scorch him, listening to her breathing explode from her as his pelvis smashed solidly against hers, his scrubby hairs tickling her extended clitoris. She wasn't as tight as Fern, but she sure as hell knew how to use what she did have a lot better. She squeezed her inner muscles, sucking on his throbbing cock, pulling the pulsating length deeper and deeper.
Ed pulled back and slammed in again before she had time to take another breath. Then again, again, again, again, again...
He was aware of the way her vagina clung, and he shuddered, thrilling to her grasping technique. Her squeezing vulva fought him on each backstroke, as if not wanting him to pull out, though the foggy look in her eyes told him this was exactly what she wanted. The entire inner tube of her vagina clamped down with fierce friction when he pistoned forward, her heaving hips moving higher to enjoy the full impact of every battering stroke.
"AAAAANNNNHHHH! ONNNNNHHHH! OOOHHHH!" she continually gasped as the rhythmic assault continued inside her. "YOU'RE... ANNNNNHHH... SO BIG... SO THICK... I'M NOT USED TO... HHHHU-UUUNNNNGGGGHHHH... "
Here was a woman who really knew how to move her body. It was obvious to him she had more than her share of boy friends, and Ed wondered why she had agreed to come in on this kick with the other three women. He wondered if any of the others also had lovers.
One thing was certain, and that was, she was going wild. She was crazier than any female he had ever known, squirming uncontrollably beneath him, her nails clawing his sides now, solidly hammering down on the backs of his thighs with her kicking heels, biting the muscled ridge of his shoulder and crooning shrilly between the constant jolts of the man's pile-driving hips. Hell! She had warned him! She had let him know ahead of time that she was wild. He had willingly accepted it, though he'd had no idea just how wild she was until now.
This was hardly the moment to think about self-reproach for not understanding her when she had been explicit. The tug, hug, and tight cling of her womanly tunnel had started an uncontrollable fire in the depths of his balls, and the blaze was now working its way along his backbone, threatening to reach his brain and melt it down, after which said brain would be spun about in his head as if in a mix master, with the churning, expanding firestorm of seminal fluid constantly boiling in the prostate at the base of his penis.
Ed's hipstrokes speeded up, his pelvis slamming into her crotch like an overpowering sledgehammer, moving with steam-drill speed. Her long legs were tightly wrapped around his slightly fleshy waist at the moment, and with every third or fourth thrust he had to crawl forward a little since the powerful force of his driving cock had her skidding across the carpet.
"UUUUUUNNNNHHHH... YESSSSSS... SANTA CLAUSSSSSS... FUCK ME... I CAN FEEL THE FEELING BEGINNING TO... UUUUNNNNHHHH... BUILLLLLDDD... SLAM THAT COCK INTO MEEEEE... SLASH IT IN THERE... YOU SHOOT TOOO... HURRY... HURRRY... I CAN FEEEELLL ITTTTT... "
As if all they'd needed was her vocal encouragement, his swollen nuts spasmed and leaped in their sac, sending forth the millions of little sperm on a journey to endless nowhere since all were doomed to die. The sperm seared through the length of his throbbing penis and shot forth deep into the tightly clutching inferno of the lovely dark-haired woman's shuddering pussy, and she shrieked, "A AA AHH-YYYYEEEEAAAAGGGGHHHH-TJUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH... HHHHAAAA-UUUUWWWWAAAANNNNGGGGHHHHAA-AAGGGGHHHHUUUUGGGHHH!"
Ed pumped furiously as he spurt, his own voice unable to yell, but his grunts letting her know he was feeling it as much as she.
"HUUUNNGGGHHH...AAAANNNNGG-GGHHHH...GGGGHHHHUUUUNNNN-GGGGHHHH... HHHHUUUURRRRNNNN-GGGGHHHH...UUUUNNNNGGGGGHH____HHHHAAAANNNNGGGHHH!" he gasped as bolt after bolt of fluid lightning blazed from the tip of his plunging penis, violently pumped into the tight depths of her avidly sucking pussy as their bodies continued colliding, recoiling, colliding, recoiling, and colliding in climactic frenzy. Then, while the last wringing spasms held him into her at full depth and the man groaned in straining rapture, Lois swung her legs down, wedged them under his, then slammed her thighs tightly shut, locking his straining cock in place and keeping it hard by the strangling grip of her vaginal entry ring as it applied so much pressure that the blood in his sacs were unable to recede.
"OHHHHH YOU'RE GOOD, SANTA, YOU'RE REALLY GOOD!" she gasped. "I've never had a cock this big inside me, before, and you do know how to use it! I didn't just climax now! I had a series of small orgasms continually building the entire time you were fucking me. I think I came at least two dozen times, though the last two were so continuous, they blended into one another. Now you rest a little while because I'll want another one before you leave."
His head was resting on her chest, his face pressing against the tiny pillows of her breasts, and he panted for awhile, letting the pounding in his ears and the beating of his heart return to normal. They lay that way for what seemed like a long, long time, and not once did her tight cunt muscles allow his penis to shrink. In fact, her walls were continually moving around the organ, massaging it so that after awhile it was standing up without any help from her as it remained locked inside her. He glanced at his watch and he realized he had been with her for more than a half hour. Figuring five minutes for foreplay, five minutes for fucking, they had been resting for twenty minutes.
Lois was jutting her pelvis upward now, her vaginal muscles still grinding around the length of his throbbing cock. He began pumping again, letting her know he was ready, and she smiled at him and said, "Let's sixty-nine this time, darling Santa."
"Okay with me!" Ed nodded.
Lois was being extremely demonstrative now. She was kissing him again, little tonguey slurps all over his face as she started rubbing her small breasts against his hairy chest.
"Ohhhhh..." she sighed. "I hate the idea of that big, long, delightful thing being pulled out of me, Santa, but I'm anxious to discover if it tastes as good as it feels. Right now I wish there were two people to help me out of this dilemma."
Ed didn't bother replying with words. Instead, he slammed his pelvis forwardthe best he was able to do with her legs now tightly closed for the moment. Ordinarily, Ed loved a good sixty-nine, though he usually preferred it before dipping his wick. Not that he objected to the taste of his own sperm... as long as it was definitely his ownwhich this time it was. Still, at the moment he kind of wished she would simply spread those delightfully powerful thighs for another round of plain-old-fashioned fucking.
When she finally did open her luscious thighs, he pulled back the littlest bit and then socked a solidly scything stroke into the depths of her flooded box, hoping the lovely lady would change her mind and want more of simple fucking. Instead, the thrust brought a grimace of discomfort to her face.
"Ouch! I'm afraid my back is somewhat raw," she told him. "This rubbing along the carpeting, especially this not-too-soft carpeting, has hurt me. Come on, let's climb on the bed. This time I want you on the bottom, if that's all right, Santa."
He pulled out of her reluctantly and got to his feet. Forcing a grin, he helped her to her feet, too. He knew it was barely possible she wanted a straight fuck with her doing the riding for a change, but if he was asked to make any bets, that's not the way he would have wagered. Hell! She was an adamant woman, used to getting her way, and he knew she was going to get her way with him.
When she turned her back to him for the moment, he saw her spine was raw and sore-looking. He hoped it would go away by the time she next saw her husband. Lois turned around to look at him, her eyes glancing at his penis, which was already starting to wilt now that it was no longer in her feminine cauldron.
"Suppose you lie down first, for the moment," she said to him. "It looks like you need some mouth-to-meat resuscitation.
Ed let another grin split his face and he complied, allowing the alluring brunette to slip a pillow under his head and another pillow under his ass. Then she knelt on the bed beside him and began to tickle his chest with the tantalizing tips of her fingers. After awhile, she leaned over him and allowed her small nipples to rub against his chest. She had to all but press her body against his, her breasts were so small, yet he did feel her nipples, and as a result he shuddered.
She nipple-skipped her way down to his pelvis, rubbing her breasts against his belly and his fulcrum. Then her own attention was diverted. Her mouth decided to abandon speech for the moment and her lips leaped forward and seized the head of his half-swollen penis. As her mouth compressed around the flaring coronal rim that topped the thick stalk, she swung one bent leg across his chest, presenting her parted, profusely oozing vaginal opening, as well as the puckered punctuation in the valley of her buttocks for the man's inspection and delight.
Her working hands, her moving lips, her licking tongue, and her sucking gullet were vigorously working on his genital equipment at that point, and Ed obediently pushed his face upward, driving his nose into the sodden depths of her feminine funnel, applying his knowing tongue to the business at hand, which right now was the massaging of her clitoris.
When she had his throbbing cock upright and as solid as a tree stump, Lois began pulling her soft mouth free every now and again, using her hands and her nipples against his cock, continually telling him how enthralled she was with it. Ed Weeder believed her, but he was fairly certain she would have given the same spiel to any other man, even if she hadn't meant it.
"AAAGGGHHH!" she was gasping. "This wonderfully thick, hot, spongy doorknob is just so... ohhhhhhh... Santa, this is the most wonderful Christmas present of them all. Umm-mmm! It's so bulgy, so steamy. I can tell from the way it's quivering it wants to go right down my throat, and if possible reach my cunt from that direction. Don't you wish you could do that, you cervix-smasher?" she said directly to his pulsating penis.
Then she swooped down again with her hungry mouth, once more fitting her actions to her words for a long time, sucking and pulling the full length of the penile organ into the tightness of her gullet. Ed had been sucked before, but never like this. It was like sticking his cock into a vacuum hose with a pull so strong it wouldn't come out again unless the hose were turned off.
Her lips slid off the organ, an organ that was as stiff as a steel poker, and she said, "It's so thick, it's unbelievable. I love it! I love the way the corona flares out. Your rim is larger than any other I've ever seen or tasted. You're stiffer than a steel bar, and yet your outer layer of skin is so soft... and here, on the underside, is that narrow little tube through which all that wonderful semen comes from your wonderful balls. Oh my! You do have nice, heavy balls, too. At the moment they're all pulled up tightly in their hot little sac, getting ready to shoot their manufactured product into my mouth. I can see you're all set to do it. Don't stop! Don't take your mouth from my cunt! Don't answer me at the moment! I'll know when it's going to happen. But I want another climax, too. YESSS... KEEP EATING ME... THAT'S RIGHT... KEEP... UUUUNNNHHHH... EATINNNNG MEEEEEE... KEEP IT UP... AAAANNNHHH...THAT'S SO GOOD, DARLING SANTA. UMMMM! DON'T STOP NOW!"
Then her mouth went back down to suck his throbbing cock again, her anxious tongue slithering all around the upstanding pole as she sucked the nozzle inside and sizzled her lip-grip and oven-hot suction all along the shuddering length of the shaftup and down, up and down, up and down. Her hands continually caressed his testicles, rubbing his buttocks as well as the backs of his thighs.
When he did feel himself close to reaching his peak, Lois knew it indeed and she changed her tactics to delay his orgasm. She once again forced a slim finger into his tiny asshole, curling it deep inside until the sharp-pointed nail found the supersensitive spot where his prostrate had to be located.
She exerted no pressure for the moment, just keeping her finger resting there while she lifted her lips from the length of his pulsating rod and wrapped her other hand around the throbbing organ.
"EASY NOW, DARLING, VERY EASY. KEEP THAT TONGUE MOVING INSIDE ME. I'M NOT READY TO CLIMAX JUST YET, BUT I WILL BE, SHORTLY. OHHHHH... YESSS-SSSS! THAT'S SO GOOD, SANTA. I'M ALMOST... UNNNGGGHHH... READD-DDYYY... PRETTY SOON, NOW... PRETTY SOON... I'LL... UUUUNNGG-GGHHH... OHHHHHH... SUCK IT, HONEY... LICK IT... LICK IT... AA-AANNNNHHHH...GOOD...GOOD... KEEP THAT UP... DON'T STOP... DON'T STOP... NOT FOR ANYTHING... NOT FOR ANYONE..."
Her thighs had started tightening and shuddering around his ears, and the continuous flow of her bubbling, tangy juices was increasing, filling his mouth and nostrils, coating his entire face as he continued to grind it against the heated, pulpy splay of her inner and outer labia. The entire turgid lump of flesh that was her extended clitoris was now held in his mouth by continual suction, well past his teeth, and he lapped at it, hitting it this way and that with his tongue while continuing to burrow, pressing and rubbing his nose back into the tightly constricting mouth of her narrow vagina.
As the clamping constriction of her slender thighs continued to intensify, and the lovely brunette took his throbbing prick once more to the full depth, her throat muscles rippling around the pulsating knob, her tongue constantly undulating against its length, her finger pressing and swirling now on that sensitive inner spot, her belly began clenching and fluttering very jerkily, the rounded globes of her ass tightening and twitching in his grasp. He continued driving his face hurtingly into her crotch and lost control of the frantic motion of his hips. He sucked and slurped, pushing his face so deeply into her tight cunt that a bizarre thought struck him. He wondered if it was humanly possible for a man to shrink and crawl inside a woman, in essence returning to the womb. He had to be sick to even think such a thing.
"AAAAUUUUWWWW AAAARRRRGGGG-HHHHUUUUMMMMPHHHHAAAARRRR-GGGGHHHHAAAAMMMMMWWWWUUUU-RRRRGGGGHHHHAAAANNNNGGGG-GGHHHHH!" he bellowed into her vaginal tightness as he felt himself climaxing suddenly, without warning. His hip-launching thrusts sent great gouts of blazing milk into her gullet, and she swallowed, non-stop. It was a powerful, unusually violent orgasm, yet the sensation in his brain was hollow for some reasonbrittle and peripheral. He fired down her lovely throat, feeling her mouth pull and suck and drink his semen as if it were some kind of life-giving fluid rather than life-creating fluid. Her lips were pulling in a way no other woman's mouth had ever sucked before. This had to be the quickest second round orgasm he had ever had. Not that he had enjoyed that many of them. His wife used to fuck merely as an accommodation, and after he came, she would pull away from him. It was mostly with the women he'd met before his marriage, as well as the few he had known after his divorce, who had really given him pleasure.
His delving tongue built her own orgasm now, and she screeched, "AAAAHH-HHHHAAAA-GGGGHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHAA-AAHH-EEEEEYYYYEEEEAAAAGGG
Her hips were slamming against his face, and her lubrication was drenching his mouth and nose, almost drowning him as it shot out in heavier spurts than his own seminal orgasm. She rotated and churned her hips unendingly, keeping her thighs tightly clamped around his face as she blasted one shot of colorless ointment into his countenance after another. She fired continually, unable to control herself, and as a result, her teeth sank into his cock, biting down on it, sucking it, slurping it, not really hurting him, but letting his mind know she was capable of ripping it right out of his body any time she so chose.
Ed lay there, panting and wheezing with the stunning brunette nakedly lying on top of him, herself out of breath. Some of his sperm droplets dripped from her tongue back to his groin. She lacked the strength to swallow, just as he lacked the strength to pull his face from beneath the rich pink slash that continually issued oily drops of vaginal lubrication, letting it fall on his cheeks and forehead.
When Lois finally rolled off him, she turned her body around so she was able to look him in the eye, hovering over him, balanced on one elbow.
"You're some kind of guy, Santa Claus," she said to him. "How come a fella like you isn't married?"
"Just lucky I guess," he said, not wanting to go into the sordid story of his marriage and divorce.
"Is it okay with you if we meet on Wednesdays from now on?" she asked. "My husband is always away in the middle of the week."
"I'll pick you up in the department store parking lot at five," he told her, and she nodded.
Chapter Five
It was the day before Christmas, and all through the store, the shoppers were buying up more goods, and more.
Ed had one of his associates covering for him at the brokerage firm, and he played Santa all day, for that one more day. When the store closed this particular Christmas Eve, it meant no more Santa Claus for another year.
It was during a lapse, when the parents, for some reason didn't bring the brats to irritate him, that Ed Weeder noticed the pretty blonde girl standing at the nearby toy counter. Well, she was actually more than a girl. She was a woman, probably in her early thirties. She was looking at one toy, then another, rejecting them for different reasons, ranging from too breakable to too expensive. She was a little on the skinny side, though she had large enough breasts. Her gray coat hung open in front, revealing the way her mammaries pushed at her paisley print red-and-orange dress. Her legs were a little on the skinny side, but that didn't detract from her overall good looks.
"Can Santa help you?" he called out to her.
Turning to look at him, she smiled a wide smile and walked over, saying, "You sure can. I'd like to buy a nice, cheap gift that'll last for awhile. It's for one of my nephews." "What about your own kids?" Ed asked.
"Not married," she told him. "Haven't found the man I'd like to spend the rest of my life with."
"I'm not married, either," he said to her. "How about spending Christmas Eve with me, unless you have a date," he said very suddenly.
She looked at him, smiled again, and said, "I was supposed to have gone to my brother's house this evening."
"Then you're like me, with no date."
"No date," she admitted. "But I don't eve know what you look like."
"I promise you, all this is padding," he said to her, referring to the belly inside the Santa Claus suit. "The rest you'll have to take on faith."
She looked thoughtful for a moment. Ed liked her. He liked her face. In fact, he liked everything about her. "I don't know..." she said, looking somewhat puzzled.
"I promise I won't make a pass on the first date," he said, smiling. "I won't make any promises concerning the second date, but I won't make any passes on the first date."
"All right," she nodded.
"The store closes early tonight. I'll meet you just outside the employee's entrance exactly five minutes after closing. I have to get out of my suit and pick up my final pay check."
"Fine," she nodded. "I'll be there."
"By the way, if you want a good present for your brother's kids... uhhh... how old are they?"
"Eight and eleven."
"Take something simple and nothing electronic. For the eleven-year-old buy a baseball mitt... if he's into Little League. For the eight-year-old get one of those magic slates that lets you write by turning knobs. They're both inexpensive and endurable."
"Thanks, I'll do that."
"Hey, what do I call you?" "Arlene."
"I'm Ed," he told her.
She walked away, going back to the toy counter, and he lost track of her as the kiddies started bugging him again. They continued bugging him until closing time.
It took him two minutes to get out of his Santa Claus suit and return it to the assistant manager who had given it to him in the first place. Then he went to the cashier, where his check was ready and waiting. He tucked it into his wallet, then went down to the locker room where he got his coat and hat, and walked out the employee's entrance. She was standing there, waiting.
"I'd like to drop these gifts off at my brother's house first," she told him.
"Sure thing," he nodded. "Look, did you bring a car?"
"No. I was planning on taking a cab."
"The hell with that." He led her to his Chrysler New Yorker and put the toys in the back seat. Then he helped her into the passenger side and got behind the wheel.
Following her directions, he drove for about twenty-five minutes, then parked the car in a nice residential neighborhood. He carried the toys out for her, and when she rang the doorbell, he took them inside the house once her sister-in-law let them in.
"Why don't the two of you stay for Christmas Eve supper?" the sister-in-law asked.
"No thanks," Arleen replied. "We'd kind of like to get to know each other. But don't worry, there'll be plenty of other times."
Ed wondered if she meant there would be plenty of other times when she would have supper with them, or if she was predicting there would be plenty of other times both of them would be having supper there. They left and Ed said, "The best I can do is offer to take you to a restaurant."
"I didn't expect anything else," she smiled. He liked her smile. It showed lots of teeth.
He took her to a French restaurant he knew of, and they had a long, leisurely meal. Afterward, he drove the two of them into the city and parked his car at a midtown garage. Although the theaters were giving performances tonight, not many people came out on Christmas Eve, not even for the big shows. So Ed wangled two tickets to I REMEMBER MAMA and the two of them had an enjoyable evening listening to Richard Rodgers' music.
Afterward, Ed drove Arlene to her home and she invited him in. She made coffee, and the two of them sat before the TV set, watching Channel Eleven's traditional burning of the Yule log, which meant that every twenty minutes the picture automatically reverted to where the log was first starting to burn so it looked as if it was continuously burning without being consumed. Ed smiled to himself, thinking how Channel Eleven got its testaments mixed up. It was the Old Testament that had the Burning Bush.
He kissed Arlene more times than he was able to count, and she kissed him back, but they were all closed-mouth kisses. He didn't attempt to get fresh, though his cock was aching to burst from his pants.
It was two in the morning when he left her, with a promise to pick her up Saturday night for a date.
Chapter Six
Ed had expected to be lonely on Tuesday, Christmas Day. Arlene had said she had family obligations she was unable to escape, and he knew of no other females who really interested him.
He was therefore surprised when the doorbell rang and he opened it to face the one woman in the party of four whose name he wasn't sure of. Lois had told him Harriet, whom Fern had mentioned, was a buxom brunette, and the woman looking at him now, though buxom, was no brunette. Her hair was a very light brown. Had it been any lighter, it would have been dark blonde.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Ericka."
"If you don't mind my asking, how did you know where I lived?" he wanted to know.
"That was easy," she answered. "While you were with Lois, when you went to wash up in the bathroom, she looked at your wallet and got your name and address. If it'll make you happy, I'll give you my last name and address as well, and we'll be even."
Ericka wasn't a beautiful woman, but she was pleasant. Her nose was a little long, and she had a high forehead. Ed guessed that of the four women, she was probably the most unhappy. There was a sad look in her gray eyes, and her mouth had a soulful smile on it. The brown dress she wore Under her fake fur coat did nothing to hide the generous way nature had endowed her.
She noticed the way he was staring at her breasts when he invited her in and helped her off with her coat. She took care not to show them off by posturing or assuming certain positions. She was aware of the tips of her nipples hardening already, and was quite certain Ed noticed the way they pressed against the fabric of her dress.
She walked into his living room, and said, "You have a cozy little place here, though it is a bit cool."
"The fuel shortage," he told her. "But in a little while I'm going to buy a coal stove that'll really heat up the house."
Ericka turned and held her hand out to him.
When Ed took it, he felt her slip something into it. Looking, he discovered there were two fifty dollar bills there.
"You know, you women are making me feel like a gigolo."
"A gigolo has to take women out and squire them around," Ericka told him. "We want you for stud purposes. Certainly that's why I want you. You see, I've been faithfully married for seven years. My husband, Ralph, is the partner in a large securities firm, and he handles the New Issues department. It's his job to go and check out all the new companies that are going public and decide if his firm wants to handle the initial offering of stock of that company. Ralph is never home... but never. He leaves me with two maids, two kids, and a large, empty house."
"Why won't he take you with him?" Ed asked.
"Simply because I'm very vocal when it comes to making love. Not only that, but I like it rough, very rough. I like having Ralph do things to me he considers... uhhhhh... too much, to say the least. What's more, I don't like the idea of telling him what to do. I want him to surprise me. That's what I want you to do, which is why I've given you the extra fifty. No matter how I react, no matter how I struggle or what I say, I want you to find some way of making love to me that's a little different from the norm. Chances are I've already tried it with my husband at one time or another, but as long as it's different from what you're used to doing with other women. I don't want anything missionary, nor do I want anything oral, this time. There'll be plenty of time for that in the future if things work out this time."
Ed was coming to understand women fairly well by now. This was an elegant woman, a lady. She was showing herself off to him while not really letting anything jut out. He had seen the way some women show off directly, giving a man an accidental teasing look up their dress or down their blouse. He had to admit he liked being teased, but Ericka was doing it in a far more subtle manner. She was being direct in telling him what she wanted, while being extremely indirect in showing off what she had to offer. He knew from her unhurried, casual manner she was well aware she had an attractive body and didn't have to physically call attention to it, and this made her appear even sexier.
"Drink?" he asked, as she sat on his sofa, curling her knees under her. "Please," she nodded. "Scotch and... "
He mixed her a Scotch and soda and brought it to her, then sat in the chair across from the sofa, allowing him to see a short way up her dress. The darkness up there prevented him from seeing too much past her knees, and that made her all the more erotic and delightful. Damn! He had the urge to see more, just a few inches more to determine if her upper thighs were as strong and firm as her lower legs and calves. Her remarks about the way she wanted him to fuck her burned his ears. Hell! Like her other two friends she had a strong sexy quality about her that would have allowed her to have as many lovers as she wished. Obviously, she, like Fern, had been brought up in what would be termed a "moral household." It was this middle-class morality that was ruining life for almost all middle-class women. What a shame! As far as Ed was concerned, it would be arousing simply to be naked with this woman and do nothing to her.
"Do you ever walk around the house naked?" he asked.
"With two maids and the children always around? Good heavens, no!" she replied. "I have no desire to do so."
"In the summer don't you ever sunbathe?"
"On my patio outside my bedroom. Then I take off everything. It's the only time, though, after locking my bedroom door."
The thought of her lying naked on her patio made Ed's Adam's apple jerk. To look at her body was what he wanted more than anything else at the moment. "I see you have a fireplace," she noted.
"I even have a few logs left over to burn in it," he told her. "But I haven't used it for a long time."
"Let's have a fire," she said. "I'd like to feel the heat of orange flame dancing over my skin."
"Sure," he nodded.
Going to the hall closet, he delved inside and came out with five large, heavy logs. He put them in the grate, opened the damper, stuffed some newspaper under the logs, then lit the paper. In almost no time he had a roaring fire.
"No use wasting a good fire," he told her, and took out an old bearskin rug and spread it on the hearth.
For the first time, Ed Weeder realized the woman, for all her regality, was nervous. She had never been with any man other than her husband. This was going to be a first for her. She felt a little scared. It was as obvious to her as it was to him that he ached to see her in her bare skin.
Grinning, she took off her shoes and put them on the floor. Then she got off the sofa and sat on the bearskin rug beside him.
"Would you rather I leave the room while you undress?" he asked.
"Don't be silly," she smiled. "Considering what it is we're about to do, I'd say there's no room for false modesty. We're both adults, and I'm certain you've seen other women with no clothes on, though I must confess my husband is the only naked man I've ever seen. Would it bother you to undress in front of me?"
"No!" he replied, feeling the blood pound in his head. Yeah! She was going to undress before him here and now, letting him earn the hundred dollars she had given him. All he needed was one more hundred to fully pay for that coal stove.
Getting to her knees, she turned her back to him and said, "Would you be a dear and unzip me?"
He found the tab to her zipper and pulled it down, and then she got to her feet and took off her brown dress, revealing that her stomach was held in by a small panty girdle. She slipped the girdle down around her hips, and underneath she had on a pair of sheer pantyhose. Her stomach, though slightly rounded, was not really fat, and he had to admit that she was in exceptionally good shape.
"Let me help you with that," he said, as she pulled off her black half slip. He took it from her and tossed it on the sofa. The orange firelight made her body glow unnaturally, and it took him awhile to realize her pantyhose were sheer, and looking through them, he was able to see her soft pubic hairs. It took all his willpower to keep him from reaching up and tugging her pantyhose down, then and there. He wanted to cram his hands inside and start feeling.
"Aren't you going to undress as well?" she asked.
"Of course," Ed nodded, and getting to his feet, he somehow managed to step out of his loafers and then drop his pants. His fingers were busily undoing his shirt when Ericka took some pins from her hair and suddenly it came cascading down around her shoulders.
He was in his underwear now, looking at the way she rolled her pantyhose off, and he decided her thighs, though a little heavy, still looked good. He was able to inhale her feminine essences now, and he had to admit she smelled good, really good. Her hand snaked behind her back as she prepared to undo her brassiere. Then she stopped.
Ericka glanced at him and saw him standing there in his undershorts. She observed that even if he wasn't exactly an adonis, for a man of his age, who obviously had a fairly sedentary job, he was in pretty good shape. When he made no move to go further, she said, "How about removing your underwear."
"Would you believe that I'm embarrassed at this moment to do it?" he told her.
"Why on earth should you be embarrassed?" she asked.
"Because to be honest with you, I'm aroused looking at you, and I feel you might be bothered seeing me erect so soon."
"Thank you for thinking of my feelings," she laughed, "but your arousal is no secret." She pointed to the bulge in his undershorts. "However, even a lady enjoys the sight of a good, stiff, hard penis, Santa, or should I call you Ed?"
"Let's not play games," he said to her. "I'm Ed, you're Ericka and we're here for the express purpose of fucking."
"Now that says it better than anything else," she nodded. "But please, don't be embarrassed to undress. Seeing your erection will not make me blush. On the contrary, knowing I make you feel this way only serves to arouse me all the more."
He jerked his undershorts down and let them fall from his ankles, stepping out of them. Then he kicked them to the side. His penis stood straight out, pointing directly at her.
"I don't know why," he said, "but I always get the impression that ladies more genteelly brought up don't like looking at a man's organ, and it's obvious you're a true lady."
"Thank you for the compliment, Ed. I'd like to think I'm a lady, and I also think of you as a gentleman. By the way, if it interests you, you have a very nice penis. My husband, who stands about five inches in height taller than you, seems to be about five inches in length shorter than you. Suppose we get down to your using it."
Ed was feverish with desire, and he nodded, saying, "That's the kind of direct talk I like to hear from a woman. Suppose we begin by you removing that brassiere of yours. I'm aching to get a good look at those breastworks of yours. I happen to be a tit man, and I'm not apologizing for it, especially since you have superb tits to look at. Not that I'm complaining about your two other friends, but you are better developed than they are."
"Well then, keep a close eye on me because the brassiere is coming off," she told him, smiling. "If you don't hurry up about it already, I'm going to cum off myself," he told her with a wide grin on his face.
"That would be a shame, Ed," she pouted. "Please don't let that happen to you. Certainly not just yet, huh?"
She unsnapped the first of the three hooks holding her bra in place, then the next, and finally the third. Then she eased the undergarment from her body, tossing it aside. Her fully rounded breasts bobbled nakedly in front of his staring eyes.
"Are they large enough?" she asked, smiling.
"Large enough so that I hope you don't expect me to keep my hands off them," he exploded. "Hell! You have more than all the others combined."
"Not quite," Ericka smiled. "You didn't take a good look at Harriet. She's as large as I am," she told him, then knelt and held her breasts out to him, offering them to him on the platters of her palms. "Since my husband doesn't quite appreciate my breasts," she told him, "it's nice to find a man who does." She watched his throbbing penis bob with anticipation as he looked at her.
"One more thing," Ed said, moving close to her. "In the future, tell all the ladies, including myself, that I'll meet them in the parking lot of the department store, in front of the employees' entrance, at any time they wish. But I do not want any of you, after today, coming here. I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate my coming into the privacy of your own home. I mean, there's always the possibility I'll have a lady of my own, here, and though you're all lovely ladies, you all have your own permanent relationships. I have yet to form one of my own."
"I understand," Ericka nodded as he reached under her arms and hoisted her to her feet, lowering his face to her large breasts. They hung just a little because of their weight, but Ericka wasn't the least bit ashamed of them as she pushed them into Ed's face, enjoying the way his tongue made slurping circles around one areola, then the other, his teeth taking the time to sink into each chewy nipple. She tasted good, clean, and it was the natural taste of her flesh mixed with deodorant soap, and not some perfume.
Ericka was aware of his throbbingly stiff member pressing against her bare groin, and she shuddered with anticipation. The pressure of it so overpowered her, she went weak against his broad chest and then threw her arms around his back.
"HUG ME, ED," she gasped. "Hug me tight. Ralph, my husband, never shows affection. He never hugs. He just wants to get it over with, every time. He gave his business more loving than he ever gave me." "He's a fool!" Ed remarked.
"OOOHHHH!" she gasped. "You're all man! I envy the woman who finally ends up with you."
He smiled and tugged her all the more tightly against his shuddering body, insinuating the end of his stiff penis into the curly forest between her shuddering thighs. "Fed good?" he asked, rubbing it in and out.
"UMMMMMMMM! You know damn well it feels good!" she told him. "I know a better place for it, though. Just remember, I don't want anything commonplace. I don't care what you do, as long as it's a little different."
"You're hot for me already, aren't you?" Ed asked, somewhat amazed at the need that had already built in the lovely woman. "If we were going for a common, ordinary fuck, I'd stick it to you right now. But I want to give you considerably more loving before I just go ahead and shove it into you. Lie down on the bearskin rug so that we can both enjoy one another profusely before I enter you."
He all but scooped her up in his strong arms, then eagerly laid her down on the carpet on top of the bearskin rug, before the flickering orange flames of the fire. She lay there, limp like a washed-out dishrag for the moment, allowing Ed to do anything he wanted. He began by kissing her delicious lips and her full cheeks, then moved lower to her neck and the upper part of her chest. He lifted his face for a moment, and said, "You know, I want to take a long, long time sucking these lovely beauties."
She brazenly took his hand and shoved it between her full thighs, while at the same time her other hand reached out and gripped the throbbing stalk of his member. "You go ahead and suck all you want, darling. I'll love having you do that to me," she told him. "But I want you to work on my vagina at the same time. I mean, I want to be teased all over, not just in one place."
He allowed his fingers to rampantly run all over her lovely groin with frenetic, almost nervous motions, then pressed on her outer labia with the tips of his fingers. Finally, he took her inner left labius between his thumb and forefinger, saying, "I'm going to get you nice and wet down there. As you said, I'm a lot thicker than your husband, and your cunt is going to have to be ready for me when I finally push my cock into it."
He began working a finger in and out of her narrow feminine tunnel, and then moved a second finger inside underneath all her pubic hairs, and he discovered she was already soaking wet, anticipating what was going to happen. Her inner love juices flowed across the slick surface of her warm vulva and made her curls stick to her tender skin in a series of little ringlets.
"YOU'RE HOTTER THAN HELL!" Ed said to her. "You don't even need a fingering in there."
"Maybe I don't need to be," she whispered throatily, all caught up in the emotion of the moment, "but I want to be. My vagina is very wet, I know that. But I also know it's going to become considerably wetter if you keep on playing with it. Come on, suck my breasts and finger fuck me for awhile."
As she spoke, her own hand began tightly squeezing the throbbing length of his shuddering penis. She had been simply holding it up to that point, and for Ed that had been exciting enough. But when she began moving her hand up and down the length of the throbbing organ, he was aware of the wetness of her fingers and the pressure of her palm sliding up and down, and he groaned from the pleasure. He was also aware of the fact that her vagina was making little undulations.
The action of his fingers on her slippery inner and outer labia, as well as inside her narrow womanly tunnel was building excitement in Ericka to heights her husband had never achieved for her. She was well aware the man with her was on fire, just as she was, so she let go of his penis, not wanting to risk having him shoot before he entered her.
"NOW!" she told him. "DO IT NOW! REMEMBER, IT HAS TO BE MORE THAN JUST A PLAIN FUCK."
"It will be," he said, rising to his knees.
At first she felt inwardly disappointed as, on his knees, he moved closer to the upper part of her body. She thought he was going to poke his cock into her mouth, and this after she had specifically requested that there be nothing oral. Hell! Most of the time her husband wanted her sucking his cock. It was so slender and so short, it didn't feel the pressure from her narrow vaginal enclave when he shoved it into her cunt, and she had to suck him to his completion. Damn it all! This time she didn't want to suck.
But she was wrong, dead wrong. Ed remembered that she didn't want to use her mouth, and he had moved toward the upper part of her body to gain some leverage on her shoulders in order to flip her over onto her belly. He hoisted her belly up and propped her knees under her, then moved around behind her, spreading her thighs apart and reaching forward to grip her dangling mammaries. In this case they really dangled, their nipples rubbing against the bearskin rug before he had a chance to grip them and finger them.
A thrill shot through Ericka's body as she felt the touch of his penis against the backs of her long, heavy thighs. For a short time they remained in that position, his hard cock continually leaking oils against her asscheeks and thighs, and his hands continuing to play delightedly with her breasts, tugging on them, squeezing them, pinching the nipples, but soon he was getting anxious, and the forward pressure of his penile wand had made her spread her thighs even wider apart. The heated head of his anxious instrument pressed upward toward the tender cheeks of her lovely buttocks. It slid into the cleft between her rear hillocks, tantalizing her puckered anus.
"HEY!" Ericka gasped, suddenly realizing he was going to do something different, all right. It was something not even she had expected, and the idea both thrilled and frightened her at the same time. "What are you trying to do?" she gasped.
"I'm not trying to do anything," Ed Weeder told her. "I'm doing it, honey," he grunted, pressuring forward with his weight on her rounded ass. "If you've never had a cock in the ass, you're really in for a treat. It's different, it's arousing, but most important, you can attain a climax this way just as you can with it in your tight little twat."
With those words he parted the tight orifice between her firm globes, using his thumbs to pull them apart. Pulling back for leverage, he suddenly powered his cock forward, and the head actually pushed into her rectum.
"Ouch!" Ericka gasped, experiencing a man's penis in the narrow, squeezing little aperture for the first time. What was more, it was a gigantic penis, and not the skinny little thing sported by her husband.
He pushed harder, sinking it deeper, and her internal self seemed to suck him into her, widening her narrowness so swiftly, the pain almost made her black out for a moment. They remained in that position for a long, long time, and little by little her rectum began accustoming itself to his penile intruder. The pain began slowly fading, and she discovered a perverse sense of enjoyment slowly but surely starting to build inside her. It was like losing her virginity all over again.
"OH YES, YES, YES!" she eventually gasped. "THIS IS ONE THING NO ONE EVER DID FOR ME BEFORE. I LOVE IT! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT! DON'T STOP, ED, DON'T STOP NOW! JUST KEEP STROKING THAT WAY. I CAN TELL I'M GOING TO CLIMAX IN A LITTLE WHILE. THIS IS JUST AS GOOD AS HAVING IT IN MY PUSSY!"
He continued deftly stroking into her asshole, waiting, somehow managing to keep himself from climaxing. He pumped faster and harder, and then Ericka was there, screeching, "YYYAAAHH-GGG-HHHUUURRRGGGHHHUUUGGGHHH!" Following the scream, she gasped, totally out of breath.
Ed stroked a few more times, then tugged his hard cock from her now-opened rectum and flipped her over onto her back. He hoisted her legs over his shoulders and shoved the head of the bearskin rug under her ass to keep her elevated.
"Now what?" she asked.
"Now we go into phase three," he told her. "Phase one was the warm-up, phase two was simple anal intercourse. But in phase three we get fancy."
He spread her heavy thighs wide apart, and with a single driving motion, slammed the full length of his shuddering penis into the narrow tightness of her vagina. She was so wet inside, in spite of her never having taken a penis in there before, that she quickly accepted the monstrous breadth of him, immediately stretching to contain him.
"OH!" she exclaimed.. "This is truly fantastic! You got me all worked up by stroking into my behind, and now you switch over to my vagina. I need that big, thick cock of yours more than ever. Come on and do it, Ed."
He was above her, between her lovely thighs, mounting her like a colossus on a helpless slave.
His knees were dug into the softness of her inner thighs, pushing them outward, and his throbbing penis was burying itself ever deeper inside her narrow feminine canal. His cock was sinking all the way into her, then tugging all the way out again. His hands were firmly gripping her full, soft breasts and his fingers continually kneaded them in time to his driving thrusts. Her eyes opened and closed as she continued wriggling and squirming beneath him.
"It's game playing time," he told her.
"What game?" she asked.
"It's called, now you have it, now you don't."
Before she had a chance to ask what he was talking about, he pushed his throbbing cock a bit more deeply into her, saying, "Now you have it... "Then he pulled it all the way out, "... now you don't." When he pulled back, he raised the tip of it so that even when she hurled her body forward, it slid over the top of her vaginal crease without entering her, thereby depriving her of any contact with it at the peak of every backstroke. The result was that it felt even better when he lifted her up and sank it into her ass. She shrieked, only to cry out in desperation when he tugged the penis out of her and rushed it right back into her vagina, charging into her feminine canal like a dive bomber.
"AAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH! HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!" she grunted, picking up the rhythm. "YOU'RE BURNING ME UP! NO ONE'S EVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE THIS TO ME BEFORE."
"GOOD... GOOD... GOOD..." he encouraged. "THAT'S THE WAY," he said as she moved her body so that he was able to alternately plug her vagina and anus with greater ease. "KEEP MOVING THAT WAY... KEEP MOVING LIKE THAT."
She was lifting her pelvis off the head of the bear each time he slammed into her, whether in the front or the rear, her buttocks all rubbery and bouncing to meet him again and again. "YES... YES... YES..." she shrieked again. "HERE'S MY CUNT... HERE'S MY ASS... FUCK AWAY AND KEEP DOING IT." Her knees over his shoulders gave her the leverage she needed to pull herself up each time.
Ed looked at her lovely body and saw the perspiration running from her neck and her breasts. Her face was screwed up in a tight grimace, and her hands reached out to grip his shoulders and increase the leverage. Each time he plunged into one orifice or the other, another minor orgasmic wave went shuddering through her trembling body. His left hand held the base of his cock between his forefinger and middlefinger, guiding it from one hole to the other, moving with such rapidity now that he was stroking into her almost as if only in one hole. The hot meat of her burning interiors were so aroused, she began rotating her body against his each time he plunged it inside her. Her sphincter gripped his cock again when it sank into her ass, and she shouted, VAAAAHHY YYYAAAAGGGGHHHH!" as another orgasm went slamming through her body.
Then he socked his throbbing prick into the ache in her steamed vagina, feeling the way it, too, nursed on his organ. This time he kept it in her vagina, wildly stroking in and out so quickly that his ass movements were a blur. The flaming interior of her burning opening took every thrust and continued clamoring for more. It was when she experienced her first vaginal orgasm that Ed knew he wouldn't be able to hold back any longer.
"FUCKING IS WHY YOU CAME HERE..." he gasped, "AND FUCKING IS WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO GET. I... UHHHH... CAN'T HOLD MYSELF BACK... UUHHH... ANY LONNNGERRRR... MY BALLS FEEL LIKE THEY'RE BREAKING... "
"SHOOT IT INTO ME, ED!" Ericka encouraged. "YOU EARNED THE; RIGHT. COME AHEAD AND SHOOT IT INTO ME... YYYAAANNNGGGHHHAAA-GGGHHH!"
The man dug his toes into the carpeting, feeling the fire play deliciously over his sweating body as he thrust himself into her like a pneumatic battering ram. The tip of his pulsing cock buried itself far, far, into the depths of her sucking vagina before he unleashed the contents of his testicles, erupting into her like a volcano.
"OHHHHHH... YYYEEEAAARRR-GGGHHH...
GGGHHHAAANNN-GGGHHHUUURRRGGGHHHAGH!" he bellowed, spurting furiously into her, filling her with his flooding white oil, shooting it as far into her as was humanly possible, feeling the way her inner walls pulled him in and sucked and nursed on his pulsating penis.
Then it was over. He fell forward and lay on top of her for a long, long time, feeling his perspiration mingling with hers, kissing the nipple of her left breast, still savoring the taste of her, though now it was flavored with her own salt.
Several minutes went by this way, and then he rolled off her, knowing he was becoming too heavy for her. Ed got to his feet and held his hands out to Ericka, who took them.
The two went upstairs to the bathroom, and without consulting Ed, Ericka went to the tub and began running water into it. The water gushed into the porcelainized tub, resembling a mountain waterfall. Ericka leaned forward and dipped her hand into the water to test it.
She was standing directly in front of Ed with her lovely back to him. As her head and shoulders dipped downward, the movement caused the skin on her buttocks to tighten and make them swell.
Ed, who was rapidly recovering from what he had been feeling, felt the sudden drumming of his heart as he realized his penis was starting to swell its head again, enlarging and moving forward. He stared at the naked, mounded buttocks and the gardenlike pinkness between her full thighs, oozing some of his own sperm, which in turn made her cuntlips glisten that much more. Her legs were still close together, but he intended parting them, and as soon as possible. With his eyes locked on her tensed ass cheeks, and his cock pointing the way now that it was hard, he began walking forward.
Ericka gasped with delight when she felt his heavy hands firming themselves over her rounded hips. He gripped her tightly while shoving the fleshily hard length of his throbbing cock up and down in the crack of her ass. He was immediately aware of the spasming of her asscheeks as well as the winking of her anus as if inviting him to try once more. His sturdy prick was like a rigid board all over again. Ed would never have believed that at his age he would be so virile. But it was as if his body was making up for lost time. Christ! His throbbing penis was aching. Her body shuddered as she very slowly straightened up.
"We should wash the perspiration off us first," she said.
"We can always do that afterward, then enjoy yet another romp," Ed replied.
"Mmmmmmm! I've latched onto a real satyr. To look at you, one would never guess there was such a raging inferno inside you, do you know that?"
"Well, to look at a regal lady like yourself, who would guess there was something of a wanton hidden inside?" Ed countered.
"Touche!" she replied, keeping her back to him as if timid about letting him see her nakedness all over again. She knew this would heighten his desire for her even more.
Ed moved against her again, rubbing his hard cock against the cheeks of her volleyball-sized buttocks, shoving his hands under her arms and smothering her full breasts with his palms, though her mammaries were so large, they overflowed in his hands. He rubbed his rigid cock up and down, up and down, letting it move through the curve of her ass against her spine. At the same time he rolled his hips from side to side, letting his penis rub across her asscheeks and back while his hands traveled down along the quivering length of her belly. His fingers caressed the fringes of her light brown thatch before he shoved two fingertips into her sperm-soaked box. In spite of his having soundly fucked her in there, she was tight, really tight.
"ERICKA!" he gasped, using her name for the first time, suddenly feeling the urgent need to fuck her so strongly that he was barely able to control himself.
"YESSSSSS!" she hissed, lurching forward. Her outstretched hands fell flat against the edge of the tub, preventing her from hitting the floor, and she stood that way, bent over, positioned on her palms and toes. Her rounded buttocks continued to spasm while she swayed from side to side and said, "YES ED... YES! AGAIN!"
His hands tightly gripped her hips, but because he was so close, his balls were rubbing in the crack between her asscheeks, while his throbbing phallus lay on top of her spine. "Goddamn!" Ed Weeder cursed.
He stepped back a little and had to bend his knees slightly. As the head of his aching penile length slid through the valley of her rounded buttocks, making contact with her vagina, he grabbed her thighs. Jerking her feet off the floor, holding her legs as if they were the handles of a wheelbarrow, he slammed the full length of his penis into the snugness of her slippery opening. Ecstasy exploded in his groin as his throbbing penis burrowed into the narrowness of her vaginal cavern, feeling the walls continually pulsating. Her dangling feet were suspended above the floor because of the way he continued to grip her thighs. Driving-ly, he savagely punched the length of his organ into her tender slot, pulled it back, then drove it solidly into her all over again.
Ericka was unable to control herself. Her husband had never been this spontaneous about his lovemaking. It was all so new and different to her that she found herself climaxing instantly, unable to help herself.
"AAAAAHH-YYYYYAAAAAGGGGG-HHHUUUNNNGGGUUUGGGGHHHH!" she bellowed, hurling her rubbery asscheeks violently backward again and again, thrilling to the way he continually slammed into her. He was magnificent! Granted he was a handsome devil woman would expect good times from, but he was even better than she had thought he would be.
Now it was Ed's turn to unleash the fury within him, and he blasted into her again, though this time there was almost no fluid. He panted and gasped, unable to scream.
Steam from the hot bath water was beginning to fill the room when he finally put her thighs down and the two of them slid into the bathtub together. "I'm sorry I didn't wait a little longer," he said, as she started washing him. "I'll bet it would have been fun fucking here in the tub."
"It will be," Ericka promised him, relaxing against him.
It took more than an hour for him to gain a new erection, but Ericka kept letting hot water into the tub, and the fuck in the bathroom was the best one of all... the one in the tub, that is.
Chapter Seven
December twenty-sixth was a dismal day for almost everyone. Hangovers galore abounded, and the market was not brisk, not brisk at all. There was trading to be sure, and Ed even made a few purchases and sales, but he, like everyone else, didn't feel like doing much.
It was a Wednesday, so he remembered he had an appointment with Lois. Somehow he felt he wouldn't be able to do justice to her.
When the market closed, Ed left the firm and got into his Chrysler and drove to the department store. He waited for Lois. She showed up about five-thirty, and from the looks of her, it was obvious she, too, had been partying.
"Look," she said to him, "is it all right if we put this off until next Wednesday?"
"We won't be much better off then," he reminded her. "That's the day after New Year's."
"You're right," Lois nodded. "Damn it all, sex has to be fun, not work. But I'm sure in need of more."
"So are two of your other friends. I haven't even heard from the fourth one yet."
"Harriet? She asked me to tell you she would like to meet you here on Thursdays, if that's all right with you."
"Thursdays will be fine," Ed nodded. He took out a notebook, scribbled a phone number on it, and said, "That's my private office number. It doesn't come through the switchboard. When you're ready again, let me know and I'll let you know if I'm in shape."
"Fair enough!" Lois nodded. "You know, it really is a shame. You're the best lover I've ever known."
"Don't talk like it's over," Ed said to her. "It isn't!"
"You're right," Lois nodded. "It's just starting. I'm just wondering how long this is going to last."
"Will it make it easier for you if you don't have to pay me anymore?" Ed asked. "I mean, I admit I need money, but the use of your bodies is really all the payment I want."
"We'll keep it on a paying basis for the moment," Lois told him. "Believe it or not, the other women, especially Debbie... "
"Debbie?"
"You call her Fern."
"Oh!"
"Yes, well Debbie and the others get a kick out of knowing they're keeping a man. We can all afford it, Ed. You don't mind that I'm calling you Ed, do you?"
"No, but next time ask me my name rather than sneaking a look in my wallet. I would have told it to you."
"I suppose you would," she nodded. "It's just that I'm so used to being devious with my other lovers. Every one of them has lied to me about something or othereither a name, marital status, or something else."
"There's no need for me to tell you any lies," Ed said to her. "If and when I do get married, I'll let you know. It'll mean an end to our present relationship, at least for awhile, if and when such a thing happens, but I think that's a long way in the future."
"I hope so," Lois nodded. "Okay, Ed, I'll call you. By the way, what kind of work do you do?"
"I'm a stockbroker. But don't open an account with me.'
"No," she assured him. "We don't want anyone even thinking something's going on between us," she smiled.
Chapter Eight
It was Thursday, in the late afternoon, and Ed Weeder's cock was throbbing spasmodically within the confines of his pants as he proceeded to unlock the motel room door and allow Harriet to precede him into the room. They had met in the parking lot of the department store, at five, and though Harriet was by no means the most outgoing of the quartet of women, she was far from shy.
Ed learned her husband, Herman Morrow, was a surgeon, and the man was so dedicated to his work that he had almost no time for his family. He didn't even have the time to listen to Harriet ask for a divorce once. Harriet had learned from that experience that it wasn't wise to behave that way. If she divorced her husband, even if she received a hefty settlement, the support would only last as long as she remained single. Then, if she married again, the man might turn out to be another dud. Besides, there were the children to think of. Right now, she had a whole household of servants taking care of the kids, except when she took them to buy presents, like on the day she and the other three women had gone to the department store. No, it was simpler to remain married to Herman and continue spending lots of his money. This was the first time she had ever been with a man since her marriage, other than her husband, and she did feel shy, at first. But after she had given Ed the eighty dollars and they had gotten into his yellow New Yorker, her hand had continually mauled his crotch, feeling the length and thickness of his penis again and again. He had not been able to reciprocate because he was constantly turning corners and winding his way through narrow streets. Besides, the evening traffic required his keeping both hands on the wheel.
He let her precede him into the room, looking her over, deciding she was the prettiest of the four women. Though she lacked the regality of Ericka, she had an aristocratic beauty. Her hair was jet black, like Lois', only where Lois had a short, almost boyish Italian bob, Harriet had a wavy cut. Her brown eyes sparkled like cool, limpid pools of water, and she had a short, turned-up nose like Fern... make that Debbie. But Harriet had the most sensuous mouth of the four women, her lips simply inviting him to kiss her. She had very large breasts, only they looked to be harder than Ericka's, and unless she was wearing some kind of special brassiere, they were standing up better than Ericka's in spite of their weight, as if she did some special kind of exercise to keep the muscles limber but taut.
Ed licked his lips, savoring the sight of her rounded, tight buttocks rolling under her skirt. Two nights earlier he had sincerely believed none of the quartet was quite as arousing as Ericka. But this brunette, about three inches shorter than the tall, brown-haired Ericka, was even hotter, than that lovely woman. Hell! What had he discovered? He wondered if he would be able to survive a diet of four voracious women such as these.
Harriet threw out her arms as she whirled herself around and around, as if free for the very first time, saying, "It's a lovely little room, Ed."
Ed shrugged out of his own heavy coat, saying, "They're all alike. But I prefer this out-of-the-way place myself. They have just enough of a clientele to stay in business."
Harriet knew what he meant. The motel was located only a block from Yonkers Raceway, and when the raceway was open, the motel was probably overcrowded. Right now, the action was taking place at Roosevelt Raceway, on Long Island, so the motel was almost totally empty.
Harriet walked over to him and said, "Here, let me help you with your tie."
He finally managed to toss his coat on the floor somewhere, though he didn't much care where at the moment. His hands cupped her very full hips, then slowly moved up and down her flanks. Harriet undid his tie, and he realized she got some of her kicks from simply being able to take care of a man. He was aware of the soft, naked flesh under the almost-transparent blouse she was wearing. He was also aware of the small half-bra that made her large breasts look even more monumental. She was radiating an intense body heat of which he was very much aware.
His right hand slid down the front of her body. At the same time his groping fingers pressured against her crotch, and under the soft material of her skirt, he felt the tender outline of her hair-lined vagina through her panties. It was soft and almost round, like a plump pigeon huddled between her thighs. The heat of it permeated her skirt and warmed his palm. It was obvious from the way she parted her thighs that Harriet, while possibly a shy woman earlier in life, was definitely not shy at the moment.
"Okay," she told him, putting his tie on the nearby bureau. "Now it might be a good idea if you took off the rest of your clothes."
She wasted no time undoing her see-through blouse and slipping out of it. Ed, seeing her display herself, found he was anxious for her, and as a result his penis almost got snagged while he was trying to take his clothing off. This made Harriet titter with amusement. The touch of his searching fingers on her body had only substantiated what she had previously believed; that she needed another man. Hunger had instantly increased in her, simmering between her thighs. She had fondled the hard knot in his crotch on the drive from the department store to make sure he was really aroused at the sight of her and not just in this for the money. Not that it displeased her to know she, in essence, "owned" a man, if only for a brief while. Still, she did want to think she was desirable. Wriggling out of her blue skirt, she discovered the insides of her slender thighs were soaking wet with her dripping secretions.
Ed was panting open-mouthed. This diet of so much sex was making him an addict. True, he had stayed away from sex the day before, basically because he was certain his heart might not have been able to stand it. But he was fast learning that Kinsey was wrong in his analysis of the human male's needs for sex. It didn't decline with age, nor did it lessen in intensity because of the frequency with which he was now indulging. On the contrary, the more he got, the more he wanted. He kicked impatiently at the undershorts around his ankles as he saw Harriet standing nakedly near him.
That black hair made her look almost wicked. Her skin, though not alabaster white, wasn't really tan, either. It was a healthy in-between color, with a touch of rosy pinkness thrown in. Her breasts were large, all right, almost the size of large coconuts, and they looked to be just as solid. The nipples were stiff, thick, dark tan, long, and cylindrical. With a tortured moan she used her right hand to cover the thicket of lush black hair between her tantalizing thighs.
Ed saw her fingers were glistening with wetness as she brought her hand up again. Grinning lasciviously at him, Harriet began rubbing her vaginal syrup onto her left nipple, then onto her right nipple, and then she said, "We're here to do it, let's do it!"
"I'm warning you," Ed told her. "You've got me so hot and bothered, I just want to pump right into you and pop a really quick load."
He was free of his clothing now, and was moving toward the bed as the beautiful woman flopped onto it, rolling onto her back. His stiff, aching penis stood straight out in front of him, as rigid and as gnarled as a tree branch. It's flared and swollen head was the rich purple of royalty; almost as if he had dipped it into a glass of grape juice. Its color was in sharp contrast to the colorless liquid that continually seeped from the little slit that puckered there.
"Come on, Ed!" Harriet encouraged. "If it'll make you happy to get your rocks off first, before we get down to more serious fucking, come on and do it."
Pulling up her knees, she planted her feet flatly on top of her bedspread. Then she spread her thighs wide apart. Her hands slid sinuously between her tantalizing thighs to pull apart the swollen folds of her vaginal lips allowing him to see what no man other than her husband had ever seen before; the redly glistening interior of her.
"Oh yeah!" Ed nodded. His voice was almost gravelly as he moved forward and fell between the fork of her thighs.
His hungry mouth captured her left nipple, tasting her cunt juice. As he probed between her puffy cuntlips with his cock, he sank his teeth into the swollen breast and pulled the throbbing nipple hungrily into his mouth. The slippery cylinder began rolling across his seeking tongue, and he sucked noisily, letting her know how much he enjoyed the taste of her pussy liquid. The heat and urgency in his groin intensified at this point. The head of his oozing penis bumped solidly against the center of her heatedly spasming vagina.
"AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!"
His grunt was so loud that he wondered if it had been heard down in the manager's unit. Not that he cared, for he had driven his penis solidly into her on the first thrust. It was obvious her husband must have had an organ of some thickness, because she took his thick cock without a whimper, though she did sigh.
Now his penis was tightly gloved in the sucking depths of her tender pussy and his balls were smacking against the puckered little opening that was her anus. His moving sac bounced against the wet anal crevice each time she bucked and slammed her pelvis against his.
"OHHHHHHHH... YESSSSSS..." Harriet gasped. "Hurry and come inside me so we can really get down to serious enjoyment."
But Ed wasn't moving, and it made Harriet wonder if he was displeased about something. She knew if he pumped his penis into her quickly, he'd be firing like crazy, but he was just lying on top of her, his thick pole driven to the deepest part of her in thrilled ecstasy, a shaft of utter delight sending rapture crackling through her scalp like electricity. She wanted him to move, but he seemed content to merely hold it inside her. Her pelvis and vaginal channel were screaming to feel the rough thrust of his penis inside her. She continued bouncing and hammering her pelvis against his, aching to feel the brutal lunging of his driving staff.
Ed's sucking mouth was tightly fastened to her other nipple now. He was chewing on the stiff cylinder, savoring the sticky and musky vaginal juices she had smeared all over it. It reminded him of the exotic tang and scent of grapefruit.
"DAMN IT ALL, I'M GOING TO SHOOT. I CAN'T STOP MYSELF!" he gasped.
"DO IT THEN!" she ordered. "I WANT YOU TO."
He pulled back, shoved his cock forward once, just once, and immediately his penile head flared larger and then the semen belched out the end of his staff as he yelled, "HHHHHAAAAARRRRR-GGGGHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGG-HHHHHAAAAANNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH-
Her mouth clamped against his in an effort to perhaps suck some of his orgasm into her, but at the moment it was futile. All she felt was the heated splash of his heavy seminal fluid pouring into her vagina. She lay there, letting him finish, and remained quiet when he rolled off her and flopped onto his back.
Sitting up, Harriet moved some loose strands of hair away from her eyes. Ed's eyes were closed for the moment. His hairy chest rose and fell with each breath he took. Her glance traveled downward across her belly and his thighs to the crimson, sticky rope of flaccid meat looped there, covered with his own seminal moisture.
Ed's groin continued quaking, still savoring and enjoying the thrilling sensations of his delightful climax. It had happened very quickly, he knew, but he had been so overwhelmed with the aura of this woman, he had been powerless to do nothing more than leave his penis locked inside her while he had sucked the exotic and tangy smears on her nipples. In a little while he would be able to regain his strength, and then he would give her one good fuck.
He kept his eyes closed, an arm thrown across them, moaning happily as he became aware of her fingers encircling the limpness of his slack cock. An instant later, it felt as if a million needles were lightly prickling the flesh of his hairy inner thighs. He automatically spread his legs open wider to accommodate the new sensation and then he opened his eyes.
Harriet was up on her knees, crouched over him with her lovely ass more than slightly elevated. Some strands of her dark hair were tickling his thighs while her tongue was busy cleaning him up and removing the residue of his own juices from his penis and testicles. She licked as if she had been born to do it. "Harriet!" he gasped in a low, almost gravel voice.
He wanted to tell her how much he appreciated her effort to try and make him hard again. His hand ran down her back, and briefly his fingers squeezed the rounded globes of her upstanding buttocks before he realized he was automatically slipping his hand into the crack between her asscheeks. His finger touched the puckered little anal opening. He teased it, flicking it with his short-nailed fingertip, immediately feeling her reaction.
Her tongue was now lapping very vigorously, its delightful friction slurping up the remainder of the white fluid that coated his throbbing penis. Like a pussycat she continued cleaning him, starting at the base and slowly moving downward.
When her tongue began licking up along the underside of his throbbing shaft after cleaning off his testicles, he pushed the hand between her asscheeks downward, feeling the wetly pulsating opening that was her vaginal deliciousness. He pushed a fingertip into the suddenly slippery opening, then a second finger, and even a third, though he had to squeeze his fingers together to get that third finger in. Instantly the lovely brunette's pelvis began violently quivering, and he became aware of a gush of honey covering his probing fingers and his hand as Harriet gurgled, "UUUUURRRRR-GGGGGHHHHHLLLLLMMMMMPHHHHH-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHWWWWWRRRRR-PH"
"Holy shit!" he gasped, realizing he had made her climax with just a simple thrusting of his three fingers. Harriet smiled at him and settled onto her side, lifting her mouth from his penis and facing him. With her cheek now resting on top of his thigh, looking at him with the penis near her mouth, her tantalizing tongue flickered and stabbed and teased at the ultra-sensitive coronal groove beneath the head of his penis. This only made Ed squirm that much more. He brought his juice-coated hand to his mouth and licked off her vaginal oils, cleaning his fingertips.
Harriet discovered infidelity was a lot easier than she had imagined. No wonder Lois practiced it with such regularity. She wondered if it were possible for her to get a man on her own without having to pay for service such as this. She wondered if this man might be willing to accept her for herself, alone. If so, she would consider it a personal triumph.
Her vaginal oils had a naturally perfumy aroma to them, and as a result, the aroma which had inundated his fingers now cloyingly reached into his nostrils and tingled the surface of his tongue. His cock slowly began rearing its puffy head, moving as if it had been jerked by a string. Harriet's hungrily aching mouth closed around the throbbing tip and sucked vibrantly on the organ. His arms hooked around her waist and he pulled the lower half of her body toward him, making her heft one thigh and bring it down on the other side of his head.
Directly in front of his face Ed Weeder saw a pair of the most luscious thighs he had ever beheldfirm, horizontal, and tantalizing. At their juncture was the thick tuft of black hair, even darker now because the wetness from within had tended to flatten the hairs somewhat. However the exciting and musky scent from the depths of her vagina infused his body with a voracious hunger.
His upper arm tugged her downward, yanking her vagina into his face. He burrowed his open mouth into the delicious pinkness of her feminine trough as she rested her thighs against the sides of his head. All the while her mouth continued hungrily licking his upstanding penis. His own tongue was probing, dredging, delving, digging while her head continued licentiously bobbing up and down on his quivering staff. He thrilled to the pressure of her teeth scraping the ultra-sensitive skin of his meaty organ while he continued spiraling his tongue in and out of her womanly tunnel, thirstily drinking her flowing oils.
Harriet squirmed erratically with each twirling thrust of his driving tongue. Her jaws were pulled wide apart and Harriet felt her jaw muscles aching. Cocksucking was not something new to her. She and her husband had practiced oral/genital lovemaking when they had initially been married, but it had been a long time since he had really paid any attention to her. What she was doing now thrilled her intensely. Her jaw muscles were aching with a delicious pain as she continued sucking the thick, fleshy staff. There was no doubt that Ed Weeder was powerfully endowed. He was even a little longer and thicker than her husband.
Remembering how it had exploded prematurely inside her, Harriet didn't want to suck on it too long. She didn't want him climaxing down her gullet because she ached to feel that huge penis shoved to the depths of her raging vagina and fuck her until she climaxed this time.
Ed's cock continued swelling and throbbing rhythmically in the narrow depths of her sucking mouth. She raised her head and let the dome of the throbbing organ slip from between her sucking lips.
He was licking her like some kind of madman. For several long seconds she lay there with her eyes closed, savoring the quick and rapturous mounting of her inner ecstasy. She began quivering, always the sign of a rising orgasm within her aching body. But she wanted to peak with that cock inside her.
"NOW, ED! NOW! FUCK ME AGAIN!" she gasped. She squirmed away from him and sprawled out on the bed.
Ed's throbbing cock was hard and stiff, and it ached as badly as it had when he had first shoved it into her body. Panting huskily, he slid on top of her heatedly fidgeting body. The head of his saliva-coated penis burgeoned into her flaming feminine cleft. This time he shoved it in slowly, letting the crest of his penis separate the lips that guarded the entrance of her honeyed vaginal vat. In the cock went, separating the walls of her inner channel.
"YES, YES, YES!" Harriet frantically gasped.
Tremors of thrilling ecstasy began charging through the lovely woman's body from her scalp right down to her toe nails, and for a short moment she felt rigidly motionless. The heated penis embedded inside her felt like a glowing fireside log. She became aware that her pelvis had started rolling and bouncing, inviting the solidly brutal and violent thrusts that would bring her to the climactic peak she so desired. "FUCK ME!" she gasped.
Ed tugged back his buttocks and then drove his throbbing penis into her all over again. He gutturally laughed as he heard her teeth click together followed by her lustful shriek of wanton desire. If this was what this woman wanteda rough and violent pumping, like all the other womenhe'd sure as hell give it to her. He just wished he'd be able to fuck her gently.
He began hammering his pelvis wildly against her now, and all the while his hands continued mauling her burning breasts. His fingernails dug into her hard globes, trying hard to hang onto her so that he wouldn't hump her all the way across the large bed and onto the floor.
Ed knew he was the master with this woman. She wouldn't have wanted it any other way. He knew because she was softly whimpering and babbling all kinds of incoherent words. The urgent bumping of her pelvis became more erratic than ever. Her vaginal sheath had become a slippery bellows that continually pulled on the hard length of his masculine hose pipe. Abruptly the lovely dark-haired woman began squirming and wriggling helplessly, and then she was slamming her pelvis violently against his as she realized she was about to finally attain that complete satisfaction she had been seeking. It had been so longso long.
She orgasmed silently, not yelling as he or the other women had done, clenching her teeth to keep the yell from coming out of her. Fresh gushes of her vaginal juices poured out of her, inundating his penis again and again, letting him know he was definitely the master now. The thrills that were wildly churning in the depths of his groin were delightfully exquisite, but he was still a long, long way from his next climax.
Harriet had hooked her heels around the backs of his hairy thighs, more than content to let the man nail that gigantically monstrous pole of his in and out of her sucking depths. Her body was uncontrollably on fire, quivering and shaking with the delightful ecstasy of every brutal thrust he spiked into her. The flared end of his pulsing cock seemed to sock itself into her guts, driving the breath out of her lungs. She felt another spine-tingling wrench of thrilling wonder as yet another orgasm over took her. Again, she clenched her teeth to keep herself from shouting out how much she was enjoying it. Still, his penis remained as stiff and as strong as ever. Ed Weeder's desire was greater now than ever before.
He glared down at the beautiful face of his black-haired woman. Her eyes were closed and her lips tightly compressed together.
Suddenly Ed decided he no longer wanted to remain master of the situation. To do so, to pump her for the next hour, to give her the exquisite pleasure of a dozen climaxes while he held off would be agonizing. No, he had to experience the thrills and total enjoyment this lovely woman was feeling. For the first time he realized it was difficult for him to achieve his second orgasm. It wasn't hard to maintain his erection, but he wasn't able to use it to his own best advantage any longer, viciously he began driving the throbbing length of his powerful penis in and out of her sucking feminine scabbard, reaching for an ecstatic finale.
In order to get a longer stroke he pulled back a bit further. His throbbing penis slipped all the way out of her as he accidentally pulled back too far. His balls were aching for some kind of release. His weighty cock was inwardly quivering, impatient as a high-spirited stallion to drive for the finish and the prize.
"PUT IT IN!" Harriet begged. "PUT IT BACK IN AND FINISH!"
Her arms moved wildly about and her body bucked up and down. So Ed socked his cock back into her, and her body became limp, waiting for him to complete everything.
Ed was panting, sweating heavily now, the perspiration falling from his face in heavy droplets. He was staring down at her heavily haired crotch, seeing the string of cream coming from within her as his penis slipped from inside her again. The swollen folds of her vagina were almost dark red and widely parted, almost as if her inner membranes had been damaged and ravaged by his driving ferocity. He slid back on his knees toward the edge of the bed. His hands trailed along the outlines of her thighs as he decided that she had such a tasty tang, that perhaps sucking her cunta cunt which had the taste of trufflesmight stimulate him enough to make him attain his satisfaction.
Harriet shifted, her thighs suddenly closing. She sighed with delight, for even if she had not attained a final conclusion, the two she had enjoyed so far were considerably stronger than anything her husband had given her in years. Sighing again, she rolled over on her stomach.
"NO!" Ed roared.
Frustrated because he was unable to achieve his second climax of the evening, his hand suddenly whipped downward and slapped the left buttock of her firm flesh. The sound of his fingers stinging her asscheeks echoed in the hotel room. It was followed by yet another loud slap, then another, though none of them was loud enough to be heard outside the room. Ed saw the slowly reddening streaks appearing on her buttocks. He'd also seen her lovely body violently jerk as she automatically reacted to each slap, though she remained sprawled on her belly. "DON'T SPANK ME!" she gasped.
"Damn it all, you interrupted me when I was going to suck your cunt in order to intensify my own orgasm."
"That's no reason to spank me!"
Again he stung her left asscheek and then her right in quick succession. The full and rounded globes were slowly turning from a soft pink to a rich crimson.
Harriet felt a heat burning through her, and she decided he wasn't really hurting her, but rather the stinging slaps were intensifying her feelings of inner lust.
"MMMMMMMM... YES! YES! HIT ME! KEEP ON HITTING ME! IT FEELS GOOD!" she instructed, rocking back and forth on her stomach.
"You got it, lady!"
He slapped her behind again and again, noting the way the large mounds quivered like red jello. Then he cupped his hands over her heatedly quivering buttocks and dug the tips of his fingers into the tenderly burning skin. While his hands mauled her asscheeks, he felt sensation charge through him at the sound of her whimpering. He knew the sounds she was making were not sounds of pain, but were rather sounds of passion. She sounded just as she had moments earlier, when he had been push-pulling his cock in and out of her.
Watching his hands continually shoving her rounded asscheeks together and then tugging them gently apart, he caught sight of his throbbing penis. It was even more rigid right now than when he had slipped it into her vagina. Before, it had merely stuck out as straight as a ramrod. Now it began throbbing at a more acute angle, the flared and aching knob mere inches away from his own hairy stomach.
Ed didn't know whether the spanking he had given her had caused the fantastic reaction in himself, or if it was because he was looking down at the light brown crinkle of her rosebud-shaped anus as it lay nestling in the crack between her asscheeks. Holding the round globes tightly, he was able to see the puckered opening move, and beyond the brown prunelike wrinkle there was a rich inner pinkness.
Acting almost viciously, he tugged apart her reddened asscheeks. Gripping the round moons very tightly now, he was able to hungrily stare at the pink interior beyond the brown pucker, seeing the way it inwardly came alive, and he decided if Ericka was able to take his cock in there with no trouble, certainly this woman ought to be able to do the same thing. The tight little anal ring began to spasm in slow motion, almost winking seductively.
Her buttocks were fighting against the outward pull of his hands as the lovely lady struggled to her knees. "What are you trying to do?" she asked, her voice purring.
As he knelt on the bed between her burningly heated thighs, Ed found himself shaking almost as badly as she had been shaking just before he had fucked her. Leaning forward, he looped an arm around her waist. One hand caressed her heaving belly while his other hand slipped downward. His fingertips pressed themselves into the wet tendrils of her matted hair before sliding into the burning, clotted cleft of her cunt.
"What are you going to do, Ed?" Harriet gasped.
"I think you know," he replied. "I think, deep down, this is what you want me to do. But you want me to do it to punish you, whereas I want to do it to pleasure the both of us."
Now that he had swirled his fingers in her juicy feminine slot and had them coated with the combination of her oily leakage, and some of his own semen from his first orgasm, he pulled his hand back again. Lightly he began smearing the liquid into her narrow anal crevice, concentrating on the hot puckered opening.
Harriet sucked in her breath and she began shuddering. After a long second, she said, "In my ass?"
"This way we'll both climax," he told her.
"All right!" she said, though sounding a bit uncertain.
Then whatever else she might have wanted to say was suddenly choked off. The man had guided his throbbing penile point to the tight little rosebudlike shape of her anus, and then he suddenly jammed it against the tiny orifice.
The firmness of her rounded asscheeks against the sides of his throbbing cock felt so delightfully exquisite that he thought his penis was being entered rather than doing the entering. He was aware of the lovely lady's fidgeting, trying hard to get away from him, but his hands suddenly became two steel clamps that gripped her hips and held her in front of him.
"No... Ed... I'm afraid!" she whimpered.
"The pain'll be brief. It fades fast, and then there's nothing but pleasure," he assured her. Ed was the one who experienced a twinge of agony as the flared head of his throbbing penis began probing its way into the tight narrowness of the little opening. He gripped and held her very tightly, and then he crammed his hips solidly forward. Delightful tremors of thrilling ecstasy began rippling through his shuddering loins as the ballooned end of his penis burrowed deeply into her. It forced aside the tight ring of the opening and then shoved apart her constraining muscles as it pushed all the way into her.
Ed found himself panting heavily, gasping for breath like a winded rhino, shaking with unalloyed passion because the tight, crushing ring of her anal orifice was now clamped solidly around the corona that flared so broadly. He was sure as hell going to reach his satisfaction this time.
Ed knew it the moment he grunted and began wedging his quiveringly rigid penis into the tightly constricting narrow channel. She was much tighter back there than Ericka. He knew now he would have fucked her cunt halfway through the night before climaxing again, but the sweet pressure of her ass was something totally different.
The beautiful woman's cheeks were wet from tears that had run down them when she had felt the initial pain of his entry. His first thrust had really hurt her. But now she had braced herself and discovered the new, rapturous sensations she was feeling inside were rapidly erasing the agony she had initially felt. Wondrous ecstasy was trammeling through her.
"YES, ED, YES... DO IT, DO IT!" she gasped.
She wanted to say more, but the words were cut off as the man pushed his hips solidly forward and sheathed more of his throbbing cock in the tightness of her anal tunnel. The pressure was so overpowering Harriet was certain she, too, would climax this way.
Erratically his hands pulled at her dangling breasts, feeling their firmness and solidity. Then his fingers stroked her belly and began rubbing the lips of her vagina, touching her clitoris and making her squirm all the more. His fingertips became coated with her honey. He smeared it over her belly and thighs while he continued to rock back and forth on his knees, sending his throbbing cock in and out of that tightly gripping back channel.
The ecstasy was now heating up his testicles and made his throbbing staff start to quiver. Already he was aware of the magnificent rush of sperm inside him. He was going to climax, all right.
Harriet was also aware of the pulsations in his cock and knew it would be a matter of mini-seconds before his sperm shot into her rectum. This triggered that final climax in her body, and she began leaping up and down on the mattress on her hands and knees, shrieking and shouting and gasping and panting as the orgasm charged uncontrollably through her. Once more she bit down on her lip to keep herself from shouting out loud just how she felt. Her head slammed against the pillow that was directly beneath it, and she gasped and shuddered, knowing an anal orgasm was almost as good as a vaginal one, and certainly a lot better than no orgasm at all.
Ed jolted his hips and rammed the full length of his pulsating penis that much deeper into her rear-end. The orgasm was like lightning shooting through his balls, his cock, and his entire groin. He shoved three fingers into her vagina just in time to feel her firing her lubrication as she attained her own satisfaction and this was all he needed. As she shuddered, he shuddered, and as she climaxed, he came.
The hot seed came jetting out of him and flooded her anal interior, filling her so full, it seeped out and leaked down her crevice. Ed was drained and he knew it. He didn't dare try for another climax that night. Not that it was necessary. Harriet was more than sated, she was satiated. Like her other friends, she decided it would be nice to make a sort of permanent habit of Ed Weeder.
Chapter Nine
Friday was a quiet day for Ed. He did his job fastidiously, making about a hundred dollars in commissions for the day. Once, that would have been a fantastic sum. Now it was next-to-nothing. Once taxes were taken out, that hundred would be more like ninety dollars, especially with Social Security also taken out. What the hell! In this day and age a man needed Social Security, even if he didn't need the goddamn taxes. Of course his wife and kids would come in for their share of what was left, which meant Ed would be left with about twenty-seven dollars for himself, and lucky to get that much. Hell! One day, when his kids were grown up and married, he intended taking off for parts unknown and leaving Gloria with no support whatsoever. Let her move her goddamn fanny into the job market and see how hard it was to make a buck.
He rested Friday night, and he spent Saturday shopping and doing all kinds of work around the house. Working this way, he never got tired. Now he was doing something for himself and only for himself. His goddamned ex-wife didn't benefit one bit from this. Saturday night, he went to Arlene's apartment to pick her up. He was dressed in a brown suit and matching tie, and Arlene answered the door wearing a simple blue dress over which she threw her coat.
They went to a movie that night, a local movie. It wasn't much of anything, but it was an excuse to get out of the house. Then he took her somewhere to eat.
Once again, when he took her home, she invited him in for coffee, and before long, they were sitting on the sofa, hugging, kissing, and this time he even petted with her a little. As long as his hands remained above the waist, caressing her substantial breasts, she made no protest. It was when he tried letting his hands wander lower that she gently stopped him.
"Not yet," she told him. "I like you, I like you a lot, but I want to be sure before I let you..."
"You don't have to explain to me," Ed replied.
"When you're ready, we'll both know it. Look, I'm not looking to make excuses, and you don't have to make any to me. I find I like you, I like you a lot. I'd like to spend more time with you."
"I think I should explain something to you first," she told him. "I have this hang-up about sex. I'm frightened of it, terrified of it, in fact. I know it sounds silly, but it's true. I'm not a virgin. I won't lie to you and tell you I'm pure... "
"Purity is a state of mind," Ed snapped back.
"Thanks for that much," she said, smiling at him, "But that's neither here nor there. You see, I tried sexonce. It hurt! I not only didn't like it, I was terrified of it. So I hope you'll understand that I'm not trying to be coy or anything, but I'm not really ready for that kind of a relationship. Even if you don't make any kind of proposal to me, I'd like to feel I have a strong emotional attachment to you before trying something like that again."
"Sure," Ed nodded, and he went back to kissing her and fondling her breasts.
She had nice breasts, not nearly as large as Harriet's, but considerably larger than Lois'. Everything about Arlene was nice, and Ed decided he definitely wanted to see more of her. "New Year's Eve?" he asked. "Uh huh!" she agreed.
Chapter Ten
Ed spent Sunday with Arlene, too. They went to the city and like a couple of kids visited two museums and the planetarium. Afterward, he took her home, and when they necked on the sofa this time, she actually allowed him to lightly touch her between her thighs. Ed thought it wise not to do more than massage her clitoris, and surprisingly, he brought her to a small culmination, her first. She liked it enough to ask him to stay awhile longer, though she herself made no move toward satisfying him, and it almost drove the man up the wall.
That night, when he went home, Ed took a long, cold shower, the first one in a long time. Monday the stock exchange had decided to remain closed, so Ed thought about Arlene. He knew he didn't have any rendezvous with the lovely quartet that had visited him initially with their kids when he had played Santa Claus, until the New Year had really gotten started. Monday was, therefore, a very long day for Ed Weeder.
Not so Monday night. He picked up Arlene at eight o'clock, and they began making the rounds of various friends' houses. They alternated, going first to his friend, then to one of hers, then to one of his, then to one of hers. They ended up at midnight at the house of one of Arlene's friends, and kissed long and hard at midnight. They stayed at the party for three more hours, then left.
"Home?" Ed asked.
"Your home," she replied. "I don't want to be lonely New Year's Day, and I think it'd be cruel to make you drive me home, then you go home, and then come to me the next day."
Chapter Eleven
Ed had gotten more logs for his fireplace. He didn't like the idea of using wood. Even though it was theoretically a replaceable commodity, the trees were being cut down at a much faster rate than they were being grown. Another fifty dollars and he'd have enough for that coal stove. Then all he would need was the four-hundred to have it installed. Hell! That ought to be easy enough. He'd sell one of his own securities. The two of them sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace at four in the morning. Neither had said a word, and both were too inwardly excited to want to go to sleep. They sat with their heads together, Ed's left arm around Arlene's shoulders. He casually allowed his hand to stray under her arm and caress her breast. She accepted it gracefully enough, but he felt a tremor in her, as if she knew what he wanted, and she also knew this was the time for her to give it to him.
"Have you made love to a lot of women?" Arlene asked.
"A few," he conceded.
"Are you good at it?"
"How do I answer that question fairly?" he wanted to know. "I mean, do you want references? I can gladly give samples, but references are much harder to come by."
She smiled at that and nodded, saying, "I'll take your word for it. Just tell me what you honestly believe."
"I believe I'm good at it," he told her. "In fact, I'm very good. Maybe somewhere there is someone better. I don't know. But I do know I am good."
"I'm glad," she told him. "I'm not in the mood for more pain."
She was letting him know, indirectly, that if he moved carefully, he was-going to fuck her that night. "What do you know about sex?" he asked. "Well, I know it's painful," she replied.
"That was because you were losing your virginity. Believe me, that won't happen again." "I also know there are a lot of fancy things people can do to one another, but I'm not in the mood for anything like that. I want to find out what a plain, ordinary... well... you know..." "Yeah," he nodded. "I know."
His finger was squeezing the button of her nipple now, and Arlene was breathing all the more heavily. Ed felt it. She was half-conscious of the man's hand on her breast, and she shivered a little when he tugged her blouse from her skirt and slipped his hand underneath, touching her bare skin as it inched its way up her brassiere.
"I'm afraid!" she admitted.
"You've already told me," he said, looking into the fire in front of them. "But I can make it good for you, Arlene."
"Oh God... I really don't know what to do."
"Why not relax and let the man who loves you take care of everything. You know, it's more enjoyable when you're with someone you love."
"Do you really love me, Ed? Or are you just saying that to make me do whatever it is you want me to do?"
"Well, I believe it's love," Ed told her. "I mean I'm a little past the infatuation stage by now. Hell! You're the first woman I've dated in a long time who I've wanted to be with just for herself and not for... well, you know... "
"Is that the truth?"
The moment I saw you in the department store I said to myself you were the kind of woman I'd be able to fall in love with, very easily. I think I am falling in love with you."
She lay down on the sofa and Ed slid next to her, sitting up, himself, leaning above her. He talked soothingly to her the entire time, his hand deftly unbuttoning her white blouse, revealing her lushly ripened breasts encased in her lacy pink brassiere. Arlene seemed off in a world of her own, barely conscious of what he was doing to her. She lay there, unmoving, while he reached beneath her and undid the clasps to her brassiere.
Immediately the reddening buds of her pink nipples began to pucker in the warm rush of air in the room as it washed over her shuddering, slender body, and for the first time Arlene seemed to realize just what was happening to her.
She tried sitting up, doing her best to struggle against him, but Ed gently restrained her. "Take it easy, honey, take it easy. I don't want you to be afraid." "But what are you doing...?"
"You know what I'm doing," he said to her. "I'm trying to make the both of us feel a whole lot better. You know darn well it's only natural for me to want to make love to you. I mean, how often do two people at our age get a chance to discover they really love one another. At our age, most people marry because it's convenient. Me, I won't ever do a thing like that."
"Are you proposing to me?" she asked.
"I guess I am," he nodded.
"Well, I think that's flattering, but we don't know one another well enough to really contemplate marriage just yet. But I think you mean it," Arlene said, looking into his eyes. "This isn't just a ploy to get me to agree with what you want to do to me."
"If you ever think I want to do anything to you, Arlene, then you really don't understand the mechanics of true lovemaking. I don't want to do something to you. I want to share something with you. I mean, that's what love is all about."
"Well anyway, I don't think we should discuss marriage this early in our relationship."
"Right now, I'm not in the mood to do any kind of discussing at all. I want to make love to you."
Looking down, she realized Ed had unzipped her skirt and he was pulling it down over her hips. He had already taken off her shoes. Now, all she had between him and her body was a pair of panties and pantyhose. True, she knew she would be able to stop him if she really wanted to, but she was asking herself if she really wanted to stop him. When he touched the top of her pantyhose, she gasped and said, "Please, Ed... no... no... I'm not ready... "
"Arlene, honey, you'll never be ready if you keep fighting the feelings inside you. I'm going to make you feel so much better, you'll see. Just let me stroke you and fondle you for a little while. If you're still afraid, I won't go any farther."
"Promise?"
"Promise!" he nodded.
As if hypnotized by his promise, the lovely lady sank back into the sofa. His soft words caressed her mind and struggled with her conscious resistance, and she found her defenses slowly but surely melting. Why shouldn't she get some pleasure from this, too? If she didn't fight against it, maybe, just maybe, Ed would really be able to make her feel good things. After all, last night he had made her achieve an orgasm for the first time in her life. Granted it had been a small one, but it was good, and since she had nothing to compare it to, she thought of it as being a big one.
Drawing in her breath, she lay back, lifted her buttocks, and rolled down her own pantyhose. Ed pulled them from her feet, and then he tugged her panties down as well. She was now totally naked in a room lit only by firelight. Slowly, hesitantly, she stretched her body out on the sofa, letting Ed look at all of her.
Ed stared at the delightfully attractive blonde woman. He was pleased to note the hairs on her pubis were as golden as the hairs on her head. Not that it would have changed his feelings for her, but it was nice to know everything about Arlene was real. She was every bit as beautiful as he had imagined. He found it impossible to take his eyes off her ripely voluptuous body. She was one really stacked woman. His eyes fell from the creamy twin peaks of her large, softly quivering breasts to the golden-curled triangle of her pouting V. His penis was not merely awakening, but was pushing uncomfortably against his pants, and yet he still wanted to take his time. He knew he had brought this beautiful woman to just the right emotional pitch, and she was suffused with just enough rapture to do almost anything he wanted. If he worked slowly and carefully, he would be able to teach her the true glories of lovemaking.
"You know, when I saw you in the department store, that was one thing. Basically I saw your face, and that was what attracted me. Now I'm looking at all of you, and as far as I'm concerned, you're breathtakingly beautiful!" he gasped, the genuine admiration in his voice coming through to Arlene as his eyes continually devoured her marble-white body.
He hadn't wanted to sound too gushy, afraid she might not believe him, and yet that was what he was doing, but she was believing him because there was a ring of sincerity in his voice.
It had been such a long time for Arlene... so long since someone had really found her attractive in any way. She had started to believe she was plain, perhaps even ugly. Now all her preconceptions about herself were starting to fade and disappear. As it was, she had allowed herself to go farther with Ed Weeder than with any other man except for that one boy she had thought she loved, back in college. Ed had made her feel things while barely touching her, and she wondered if it was really possible for him to make her feel really good by doing all the things he said. Still, she had to find out if it was possible to feel good with a simple, straightforward sexual contact. The only way to find this out was to insist he simply... plug into her, and nothing else. But for the moment she would keep her mouth shut and let the man continue. He sure knew how to make her feel good, really good.
Arlene felt uneasy, lying totally naked in front of a man she hadn't even known little more than a week earlier. Instead of being horrified and frightened of her predicament, she was now delightedly accepting his compliments. It was as if knowing Ed Weeder for one short week was comparable to knowing him an entire lifetime. He aroused sensations in her she had thought long dead, sensations she hadn't felt since... that night.
That night had been a nightmare. He had been a college senior, and she had been a junior. He had taken her to a frat party and obviously something had been put into her drink, because Arlene hadn't had that much to drink. All she remembered was finally acquiescing to his pleas. They had gone off to one of the rooms, she had timidly undressed, and without any real foreplay, he had drunkenly rammed himself into her, tearing out her hymen and also trying to tear out her heart in the process. Arlene had vowed it would never happen again. Yet, here she was, and it was happening again, but this time she wasn't drunk, in spite of the drinks she'd had at the different parties. This time she wanted it to happen, and she sighed, letting him know as much.
"Arlene," Ed whispered. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known," he told her, huskily gasping, throwing himself at her and covering her in an eager, hungry embrace. She was surprised to discover she wasn't flinching or pulling away when his warm, pulsing lips once again met hers. This time, even with the feel of his nakedness against her own bare body, she responded joyfully, gladly accepting what he had to offer.
Almost instantly she sucked his tongue into her mouth, thrilling to the familiar feel of it slipping between her teeth. This was one thing to which she had become accustomed over the past week, and it did build her internal temperatures higher. She liked the way he soul-kissed. Her own tongue intertwined with his, and the two of them began titillating one another. Each made the other shiver with unexpected pleasure. Arlene found herself unconsciously pressing the fullness of her roundly straining breasts firmly against Ed's chest, and little by little her weakly trembling slender thighs began falling apart, finally revealing the wet and glistening flesh of her vagina. The blonde hairs covering it were so sparse, it was almost as if she had a bare pubis.
Ed was hungrily kissing her with an inner burning passion, his hands coursing lasciviously over the length of her naked body, and she loved it, surrendering herself wholly to the touch of him. In spite of still being afraid of the ultimate act to which this would lead, Arlene felt inwardly freer than she had ever felt before in her life.
When his hand once again fell between her slender thighs and began lightly grazing against the softness of her vaginal flesh, the blonde woman didn't demur. She found herself mewling softly with a suppressed pleasure. She was aware of feelings only Ed had been able to bring out of her. For instance, she was aware of her own clitoris. Oh, she had known of its existence before, but only because of the way Ed touched her down there was she able to appreciate its existence. It throbbed with delighted excitement, and the blonde woman was amazed at the urgent responses of a body she now realized had been starved for affection. The moment she had seen Ed in his Santa Claus outfit, a certain something had clicked inside her. For the first time in many years she found herself unafraid to talk to a man, and when he had asked her for a date, it had seemed the most natural thing in the world for her to accept. Seeing him without the Santa Claus costume, she had been even more excitedand a little afraid, because she knew she was responding to him as she had to no other male since... that night. Only this time she was responding without any artificial stimulant. She was shamelessly thrilled right from the first. When he had kissed her that first night she had wanted him to go further, even though she was well aware she would have restrained herself and him had he tried. But he had done things gradually, if moving continuously forward in three dates was to be considered gradual. Still, the arousal he made her feel also made her understand that the feelings he had for her were also strong. She wanted to think that he loved her, but she had come to a point in life where she knew what she had once thought of as love was simple infatuation. True love was merely a continuance of infatuation.
She stifled a thrilled gasp of surprise when the man suddenly pulled away from her, making her aware that she wanted him to come back and love her. For a moment she felt nearly bereft, her tortured body crying out for more of the incredibly thrilling caresses and kisses.
Her eyes were closed for the moment and she heard Ed say, "Arlene, before you and I do anything, I want you to understand just what will go on between us. Just as I love looking at you, I feel it imperative that you look at me. It's necessary that you understand that what is attached to me has no mind of its own. It's part of me, and it's going to enter a part of you, merging, fusing the two of us in the most wonderful, natural joining any two people can know. So open your eyes and look at me."
Her eyes opened and she found herself staring directly at the gigantic thickness of the man's blood-bloated, throbbing penile shaft as a sticky tear fell from its sightless eye, and in a long string dripped to the floor. The gigantically burgeoning head was only mere inches away from her eyes, holding itself proudly aloft and seemingly continuing to swell to ever-greater thickness.
"OOOOHHHH!" she gasped. "It's so big! I only saw one other before it, and it wasn't nearly as big. Tell me, is yours what would be considered a normal size?"
"It's a little larger than normal," he told her. ' 'But in the long run all it will do is make you enjoy everything that much more. You see, in spite of what all the books say, size does count. Believe me, you'll enjoy it even more than you enjoyed the way my finger stimulated you the last time."
The sight of his penis had, as Ed feared, started a negative reaction in the blonde woman. Yet he felt it necessary for her to see and touch his penis because to surprise her by merely forcing it into her would be much more horrifying in the long run. She had to understand there was nothing frightening about a penis.
"Ed..." she gasped. "I'm afraid... I'm really afraid... I don't think I can go through with this... not yet."
"This is a decision only you can make," he told her. "But if you aren't ready now, you'll never be ready. Sex can be something wonderful... only if you want it to be. It has to be your decision, Arlene. But if you aren't ready for it now, you may never be ready for it."
"All right," she told him. "I'm afraid, but I'll do it. Force me, Ed. Even if I struggle, force me, this time. Make me feel how good it can be."
Ed smiled at her, gathered her to him and kissed her. She pressed her body to his, the two of them rising to a standing position, and Ed realized she was still terrified and trying to find some way out of this.
"This is for your own good," he whispered, and he suddenly shoved her back down onto the sofa. Her legs flailed out at him, and he grasped an ankle in each hand. She was terrified and whimpered, knowing it was definitely going to happen. Ed closed his ears to her moans, and in spite of the surprising strength he found in each slender leg, he forced her wildly jerking thighs wide apart, revealing the quivering pink splotch of her golden fur-lined vagina. He stared at it hungrily, and he ached to slide down and suck it with his mouth. To do so would mean releasing his hold on her, and she might get away before realizing just how wonderful cunnilingus felt. For a long moment he continued staring at the pulsating vaginal furrow, and then, no longer caring about her shouts or pleas, he decided a simple fucking was definitely in her best interests this time. He knelt on the edge of the sofa cushions, between her trembling thighs, and using an elbow, he forced her legs to remain open while he used his hand to guide the impatiently throbbing head of his lust-inflated penis toward the small contracting opening. It, too, was leaking tears, only Ed realized these were not tears of terror as those that fell from her eyes. These were tears of arousal.
The delectable sight of this delicious blonde, stretched nakedly out in front of him on the sofa, finally overpowered him, and he was unable to keep on whispering words of continual assurance. There was an unusually desperate clamoring in the burning depths of his testicles as they worked overtime to manufacture heavy quantities of sperm, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back a moment longer. If she wasn't mentally prepared by now, she never would be, and the only way to make her understand how good all of this would feel was to simply fuck her. To hell with excuses! He wanted to fuck her. He had her in position to fuck, and by damned! He was definitely going to fuck her right now.
Arlene lay there, almost paralyzed with fright, flat on her lovely back. She stared at the way Ed was positioning himself between her widely spread thighs, and a wave of total fear swept through her, inundating her. Somehow he didn't seem like the gentle, wonderful man she had been dating this past week. He was more like a hungry animal who had lost all control over itself. Fright made her see what she believed was the stark reality of a horrible situation she had never hoped to experience again. But now it was too late to escape. There was no hope of withdrawal. She had allowed herself to go too far. Ed, her wonderful lover, had been transformed from a comforting, commiserating friend, into what seemed like a lust-crazed gorilla whose only desire was to plunge what looked like a white hot spear into the tender narrowness of her body as she lay helplessly pinned to the sofa.
"A AAYYY A AANNNGGGHHH AAAGGG-HHHAAAGGGHHH!"
Her sudden blood-curdling scream reverberated throughout the living room, frightening even Ed as, with a single savage lunge, the man succeeded somehow in widening her narrow feminine canal and ramming the full length of his broad, passion-thickened penis to the very hilt inside her. Her vagina was unable to resist such a brutal stabbing. As a result, Arlene felt pain, though much as it hurt, it wasn't nearly as bad as she had remembered her deflowering to be. She lay there, moaning softly, totally shafted by the thickness of the rigidly skewering staff buried so deeply and cruelly in the shuddering depths of her quivering belly.
She tried crying, but no more tears came. It was almost as if she didn't want to cry. Her throat was dry, almost harsh, and she felt sorry that the effects of the evening had worn off. It had been the partying atmosphere that had built her to the point where she had allowed this to happen. Still, in spite of the pain, she didn't feel that sense of humiliation she had originally felt when this had happened to her that other time.
Ed held his thickly impaling shaft deep inside her heatedly clasping vaginal tunnel for a long, long moment, flexing it only slightly before beginning a slow withdrawal. The tight, inner membrane clung tenaciously to his staff as he pulled out, and when his lust-swollen head was all that was left inside her, he powered forward again.
"AAANNNGGGHHH... OH GOD... OH GODDDDDUHHHHH..."
Once again, Ed hit bottom, and he was pleased to discover she was extremely elastic inside. Her inner vaginal self was beginning to accustom itself to the length of his long, hard, throbbing cock, now buried to its full length, inside. He was pleased to discover her cunt was able to take the full length of him.
Ed's fingers tightened on the soft, white flesh of her delicate hips, and he began to establish a slow in-and-out fucking rhythm, driving his lust-inflated penis solidly and deeply into her gradually widening vaginal tunnel, then pulling out again with the same smooth movement.
Now that the initial pain was slowly disappearing, Arlene realized she really didn't feel bad at all. Her first time, while the pain had been at its height, the boy inside her had climaxed, and he had pulled out before she'd had the opportunity to feel anything other than pain. But Ed's penis was still hard, still buried inside her, and she found her thoughts more than a little confused. She didn't know what to think any longer. Here she was, lying on the sofa, her thighs spread wide apart, while this handsome man, a man with whom she still felt herself enamored, was making love to her. Yes, yes, he was making love to her, not merely fucking her. This was the one sustaining thought that had kept her from going over the brink of sanity when he had powered into her. There was such a mixture of different emotions taking place inside her.
In spite of herself and in spite of the barrier she had erected over all these years between herself and her inner feelings, Arlene found it impossible to dampen the pinpricks of thrilling pleasure which were only now first beginning to shoot deep inside her, arousing her. She was unable to put a halt to the very slow, barely discernible churning that was initially taking control of her rounded hips. She was actually moving in synchronization with him. She found it impossible to stop the natural acceptance of her eagerly receptive vaginal tunnel as it began leaking more oils and dilating in response to the deep, rhythmic sawing of the man's spearing, driving penis. She was unable to bridle her inner passions, passions that swelled and surrounded her body like an aura of light. She actually wanted Ed to continue.
She wanted to feel more, to learn all about what was happening inside her. She had never felt quite like this before. For the first time in her life she felt every sensory tissue in her body vibrantly attuned to the total reception of thrilling pleasure. This was a completely new experience for her, and even though her initial reaction had been to try and suppress it, she was way past such thoughts now. She realized even if she wanted to control itwhich she didn'tor try to stop it altogetherwhich was impossiblethere was something inside her that drove her on. Because her love-starved body raced completely out of control, this time doing so of its own accord and not because of some drug, she ached to learn, to discover what more there was to all this. Ed was responsible for her being able to slowly release the tight, inhibited hold she'd had on herself for all those years, and as a result she was starting to unleash pent-up passions she had never dreamed existed inside her.
Her slender, voluptuously quivering body gave a long, liberated shudder, and then she found herself moving in unison with the way Ed was smoothly stroking into her. Her legs reached up and locked themselves behind his back, doing so of their own accord, and her arms wound themselves around his neck, pulling him down on top of her. She was aware of the taut stiffening of her extended pink nipples as they scrubbed and rubbed against the hairy surface of his chest, and her wildly wriggling, squirming pussy now opened like the petals of a flower to hungrily engulf every last inch of his wonderfully pistoning penis.
Arlene realized her entire body was tingling, sparks shooting through her from head to foot as every millimeter of her anxious flesh came vibrantly alive. She was inwardly responsive to a man for the first time in her life, and now she wept for herself, realizing all she had missed because of her fears. A heady sensation of total inundation flooded her mind, and she felt as if she had finally been released from some long term of imprisonment. The shackles of prudery with which she had chained herself were finally broken, and she was at last free to indulge herself and feel like a real, live woman.
"UUUNNNHHH...AAANNNHHH... YESSSSS... OHHHHH... HHUUNNHH... MORRRRRE... I LOVE IT... I LOVE IT... PLEASE..." she mewled from between tightly clenched, passion-gritted teeth, her inner happiness rising as she felt thrilling new waves of pleasure continually coursing through her penis-shish-kebabed vagina.
Arlene had never thought making love was such a total experience.
It was so completely and thrillingly fulfilling, far beyond anything she had ever dreamed possible. It was more than the simple burial of part of him inside part of her. It was the actual uniting of two individuals into a single being, if only for a little while. She felt as if she were a unanimous part of this man. This was a sensual pleasure beyond her wildest emotional dreams, and she was overjoyed that she had finally come to discover what it was all about. True, it had taken almost a forced seduction by Ed Weeder for her to discover the meaning of all this, and she was overjoyed to have it happen. It didn't make up for all the lost years. Nothing would ever make up for them. Still, there was so much time ahead of her, so much to enjoy, and she intended discovering all of it for herself. She no longer thought about the past. Her life up to now had not existed as far as she was concerned. This was the only true reality, and she intended enjoying it to the utmost. She and Ed were enjoying total physical sensation, traveling through the realms of completely thrilling inundation.
"AAAGGGHHH!" he gasped, continuing to pump into her. "YOU'RE THE MOST FABULOUS
WOMAN I'VE EVER KNOWN."
Ed had known she would be good, but she was a lot better than even he had believed she would be. He continued laboring over her sinuous form in amazed wonder. He simply hadn't expected such a totally unabashed and wild display of thrilling lust, especially from a woman who was obviously so wrought up and terrified of sex, that he'd had to coax her along step-by-step. He had guessed at the true depths of her passion, but he had been wrong. She was far, far more emotionally caught up in what she was doing than he had expected.
Their nakedly entwined bodies rocked and bucked wildly together in a quicker, more furious tempo, the two of them bathed in heavy perspiration. The beautiful Arlene's head was thrown back to allow her blonde hair to fall freely from her shoulders while Ed continued riding her delightfully rotating, churning, shuddering body as if she were a magnificent mare in the process of being broken, Her slender thigh muscles stood out like whip cords as he straddled her cunt and her own back was arched in a delicate curve as she ground the wetly heated flesh of her lust-ridden vagina against the length of his pile-driving penis.
The two of them were striving as one to grab at the brass ring of total unanimous physical satisfaction.
Their loud moans and gasps and sighs of utter and complete pleasure became more and more obvious and more intense until it was plain they were at the very edge of their crises.
It was Arlene who suddenly discovered she was unable to hold out any longer.
"OHHHHH...GODDDUHHHHH... ED...HHHUUUNNNHHH...DARRR-LINNGGG... I'M... AAANNNHHH... FEEEELING IT... I'M... UUUNNNHHH... ALMOST THERRRRRE... KEEP DOINNNG... ITTTTT... DON'T STOP... NOT NOWWW..."
Her pleas were unnecessary, but she no longer thought about what she was doing or saying. The lewd words simply fell from her panting lips. Her entire body was tensed and strained, almost in an agony of pain from the unbelievable high pitch of her pleasure.
At last, at last, her passion-tortured body seemed to collapse and simply dissolve into thousands of little pieces, and she began to quiver and tremble as if she were foam floating on top of a cresting wave preparing to crash on some rocks.
"AAAHH-YYYAAAGGGHHHAAANNN-GGGHHH...
HHHAAANNNGGGHHHAAA-UUUWWWAAANNNGGGHHHAAAGGG-HHH!" she bellowed, unable to control herself.
She pounded her quivering buttocks solidly against the sofa, her legs tightening all the more around Ed's quivering back as she began drumming her heels on his frantically pumping asscheeks. Her entire inner self seemed to simply open up as if trying to swallow all of him inside in a final effort to totally consume him before giving way to the sweeping inundation of purely sensual sensation.
Piteous moans and gasps of animal lust escaped from her pursed lips, and the convulsive clutching of her inner vaginal membranes all but pulled the man's pistoning penis from the center of his body. He pounded all the harder now.
From the depths of her desire-crazed mind, the blonde woman was aware that her new lover was also balanced on that precarious edge of total fulfillmenta moment for which he had also been violently striving. She wanted to feel him spurting into her. It was, after all, a part of him, and Arlene decided that she did love him.
"YYYEEE AAAGGGHHHAAANNNGGHH...
HHHAAANNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGG-HHHUUUNNNGGGHHHUUURRRGGHHH!" he bellowed, letting her know this was it.
Ed's battering hips added to the wild, uninhibited pleasure Arlene was feeling as new sexual thrills continually charged through her shuddering body. She flexed her pelvis upward once again to catch the full force of his jerking, pumping penis as it began spewing the full, burning quantity of his seething semen into the depths of her greedily clutching vagina. His churning testicles seemed to shudderingly erupt like a violent volcano and emit a white-hot stream of boiling lava which burned into every crease and crevice of her quaking vagina, setting new flames of lust and desire in the anxious depths of her belly.
As the overpowering tremors of their simultaneous orgasmic explosions began to finally subside, their perfectly attuned bodies continued clinging tightly together, joined almost irrevocably, it seemed, at their wetly throbbing genitalia. Arlene felt she was a true woman, at last, that making love was indeed the experience she had always hoped it would be.
Hungrily, gratefully, thrilled beyond measure, she kissed Ed again and again, grateful and thankful for his teaching her how good something like this should be.
The two of them fell asleep on the couch in front of the fireplace, and they slept clinging to one another right through to the following afternoon, at two-fifteen.
When they awoke, each tended to certain physical needs, including a quick shower, and then they made slow, languorous love, with Arlene concentrating on every minute of it and enjoying it. It was with a certain reticence that Ed finally took her home that evening, but with the promise that from Friday evening until Sunday night she was his.
Chapter Twelve
Marriage was, as Arlene had said, out of the question at the present time, and as far as Ed Weeder was concerned, it was just as well. The agreement he had going with the four different women who had banded together in order to proposition him was something too good to let go so quickly, especially since they were paying him. He was content to have a weekend relationship with Arlene until she felt she was ready for more. He wasn't certain how long it would take for her to decide, but he did know it wouldn't be something immediate.
In the meantime, he had to keep his four ladies happy, especially since they were paying him to do so. Ed had never thought of himself as a stud before all this had started happening, and handsome as he was, anyone looking at him would never have though him a stud, either. As a result, he was able to go places without being looked at suspiciously by people he might know who saw him there, such as his constantly hanging around the department store parking lot.
One day, however, he received a note from the women who still insisted on calling herself Fern. Ed didn't want to burst her imaginary bubble by letting her know he knew her real name.
The letter said she had yet a fifth person she wanted him to make love to, a virgin, of all things.
Ed wondered why Fern should suddenly feel the necessity for bringing in an outsider. If she was a virgin there was every probability she wanted to remain as such. He didn't like the idea of involving himself with an unwilling woman, especially when he didn't even really know the woman. But the two one hundred dollar bills with the note finally made him agree to meet them at a designated area.
Chapter Thirteen
The designated area was a trailer park, and it specified a certain trailer on Monday, the seventh day of January. Monday had become Fern's day with Ed. Ericka had him on Tuesday, Lois on Wednesday, and Harriet on Thursday. He had Arlene for the other three days of the week, but he spaced himself out so that he didn't tax himself too much with his blonde lover. This way he was able to keep up his strength for the other women.
Deborah Fern Lawrence had come to the trailer a good hour before Ed would arrive. She had a good reason for wanting Ed to meet her there. Her sister, Marlyn, who looked almost exactly like her although a little taller and slightly more buxom, was having a problem. This trailer belonged to Marlyn Martin, Fern's younger sister by two years. She had moved out of her parents' home when she had reached twenty-one, and with the interest from a trust fund set up by her grandmother, she had been able to buy the trailer and furnish it. She preferred living here, in this trailer camp, to living in a regular home. All she had to pay was rent for the space her trailer took up, as well as for the electric and water hookups. This came to a lot less than paying taxes on a home.
Marlyn went out with boys, but no boy took her out more than twice, if that many times. She liked to tease, letting them touch her a little, but she didn't want to risk pain. Even though she took the Pill, just in case, she had somehow or other managed to retain her virginity. Said virginity was not only a stumbling block to her social relationships, but it might prove a stumbling block to her entire future.
Marlyn worked for an FM radio station. She had turned it from the thirty-second most listened station in the New York area to the fifth most listened to station, and she had ideas that would shortly make it number one. However, in order for her to get her ideas across, and for her to earn a substantial increase in salary, like about three times what she was already earning, she would have to make a direct appeal to the owner of the station. The owner like so many men in positions of power, liked sex At the present time, his love interest was the present manager of the station, who had taken all of Marlyn's ideas and had presented them as her own so that she was the one getting all the bonuses and raises.
Marlyn, realizing her only hope for advancement lay in speaking to the station owner, also knew the only way to do that was to allow him to sleep with her. He was a good-looking man, and she would have had no objection to that, had she not been hung up about the loss of her virginity. She was an extremely sensual individual and many a night she awakened to find herself masturbating in her bed, and more often than not she finished doing so, bringing herself to a climax.
Marlyn had confided to her sister what her problem was, and Fern had decided Ed was the one to solve it, especially since if he did cause Marlyn any pain, she, Marlyn, would never be seeing him again anyway. As a result, Fern had sent Ed the invitation with the two hundred dollars.
The moment had come to teach her sister the glories of sexual congress. What was more, Fern intended participating.
Chapter Fourteen
When she entered her sister's trailer, Fern knew right away something was already happening. Her sister had told her she would be staying in the trailer that day, Monday. It was her day off. She often had to work Saturday, and sometimes even Sunday.
The sounds coming from the rear bedroom of the trailer reached her ears. Seeing the bedroom door open, Fern quietly closed the outside trailer door. In her note to Ed Weeder she had told him to walk right in without knocking, so she wasn't worried about being disturbed by Ed's arrival later on.
Peering into the darkened bedroom, darkened because all the shades were drawn, she saw her sister, in bed, half-asleep, squirming and wriggling on the bed. Fern realized Marlyn was fantasizing about being with a man again, even if she was unable to bring herself to do anything about it when awake. The covers were thrown back, and the younger woman was totally naked. As far as Fern was concerned, this was a made-to-order situation for her to become involved with her sister. She slipped off her own clothing and moved into the bedroom, watching her naked sister turning and twisting.
Fern felt lewd tingles spreading rapidly through her naked belly, just watching her younger sister. Looking at her sister's vagina, even in the little bit of light that came in from the next room, she wished she were a man for a moment so she would be able to fuck her. Marlyn was a gorgeous woman, and Fern, without understanding it, had bi-sexual tendencies in her.
Panting slightly as she bent to stare all the more closely at the nakedness of her sister, Fern began rubbing her own small breasts, fingering her nipples. Hot flashes of prurient desire began charging through her. Ever since that one time with Ed Weeder, Fern had discovered how sexually aroused she really was. Any kind of physical contact would feel good to her, whether with a man or even with a another woman.
Moving with catlike stealth even closer to the bed, not taking her eyes from her sister's body as the latter remained lost in some kind of sexual oblivion, Fern watched Marlyn's hands moving down between her thighs. There was a sweetish smell in the room, and looking at the ashtray on the small table beside her sister's bed, Fern saw the remains of a brown-rolled cigarette. Marijuana! She had always suspected Marlyn was indulging in something like that, but now she knew for sure.
Marlyn's hand finally found the rich pink opening between her thighs and began rubbing her vaginal slit. Sighing, as if some great inner tension was about to be released, Marlyn began methodically rubbing her fingers against her clitoris.
In her somewhat drugged mind, Marlyn felt the thrilling sensations brought on by her groping fingers. She bucked, and the sight of her moving that way made Fern gasp audibly and lean closer to the bed as she watched her sister's fingers manipulating the little clitoral bud.
"UMMMMMM!" Marlyn murmured, thrusting her hips wildly upward.
Flashes of lust were continuing to charge through Fern's body as she watched. She took her hands from her own throbbingly naked breasts and reached down to touch her sister's hips, seeing the way they flared. Holding her breath for fear her touch would disturb Marlyn, she let her hands wander between her sister's thighs and spread them all the wider. She saw Marlyn's pouting vaginal lips, so much like the labia she always saw when admiring herself in a mirror.
Just like mine! What a juicy little pussy, she thought, groaning softly, staring down at the delightfully layered vaginal folds clinging around Marlyn's extended middle finger.
Fern had never really realized how turned on she was by a naked woman, before. Perhaps it was because Marlyn bore such a striking resemblance to herself that she found herself hypnotized by the way her sister's finger moved smoothly in and out of her sucking vaginal nest. Her parted cuntlips were making all kinds of slick sounds, causing Fern to be more and more aroused.
Unable to restrain herself, Fern Lawrence reached forward with her left hand, her right now caressing her own palpitating vaginal slit, and she began running her fingertips over her sister's white, almost translucent skin. She made tiny teasing whorls around Marlyn's navel, then gradually extended the circle until she was trailing through the thin brown curls of her sister's pubic triangle. Little by little she was working down to the flowering pussy, her mind automatically comparing the feeling of her own vagina to that of her sister.
In her somewhat drugged state, Marlyn was now dimly aware of the maddening sensations coursing through her inner veins. Her wildly erotic feelings', normally in a high state when she was asleep, were in an even higher state because of the marijuana. Her blood was bubbling and boiling deep inside her, and she was determined to enjoy whatever it was she was feeling.
Marlyn was not an habitual user of pot. She had accepted one roach from a friend because she knew her sister intended bringing a man to her trailer that day to "solve her problems." She felt the marijuana would make her mentally more receptive, and in this case she was right, through more often than not, pot had the opposite effect on people.
Above her, Fern smiled almost licentiously to herself. Her sister was a virgin about to lose that troublesome hymen: Then Marlyn would be able to go on to bigger and better things in the world. Fern wanted to help her sister avoid the trap she, herself, had fallen into. It was because of her need for security that she had married her husband, and if Marlyn was able to get that security without reaching for a man, then when the time came for her to marry, it would be for love. Besides, if Fern ever left her husband, Marlyn was the only one to whom she would be able to turn. She wanted to make certain her sister had plenty of money.
Reaching down with her own finger, she moved her sister's finger to the side and then slid her own slender finger into her sister's narrow pussy. The simmering moistness surrounding her digit drove her absolutely wild.
The tight, slippery vaginal folds clasped Fern's probing finger so tightly, she was able to very easily understand just why a man enjoyed doing something like this to a woman. Without stopping to think what she was doing, Fern leaned over her sister's body and allowed her dangling nipples to rub against those of her sister.
"MMMMMMM... YESSSS..." Marlyn murmured, and her free hand suddenly reached up and cupped Fern's head, pulling her mouth against that of her sister.
Fern had never kissed such softly pliable lips in her entire life, and when Marlyn's tongue began lashing against her lips, she opened her mouth automatically, while ramming her finger in and out of her sister's narrow vaginal cave even harder. Her long nail barely touched the unbroken hymen that lay inside.
Beneath her sister's lewd kisses and caresses, Marlyn continued dreaming she was with a man for the first time, totally unaware she was being touched by a female. Her body was becoming fully aroused because of Fern's working finger, and tiny goosepimples were forming all over her body. She trembled and spread her shuddering loins wider apart.
Fern suddenly decided to move to the foot of the bed, sliding her finger from her sister's vagina, and crouching on her knees between her sister's ankles. Her eyes continued staring greedily at Marlyn's glistening vaginal folds. Slowly she lowered her face to the wide open cuntal slash, letting her tongue rim her own lips as her mouth came closer.
Bleary-eyed because of the Mary Jane, Marlyn was able to dimly see the face between her thighs. Unexplainable waves of panic began charging through her as she thought she was looking at the man her sister had said would shortly be arriving. But her body felt all kinds of lustful sensations. She was aware of hands pressing apart the softness of her sensitive inner loins, holding them widely spread. She made some kind of half-hearted attempt to clamp them shut, but the marijuana had sapped a lot of her strength, and she was too weak to resist. She felt hot, rasping breath touching her thighs, then blowing warmly into the narrow mouth of her feverish vagina.
Then it happened!
Fern lashed out experimentally with her tongue. It slid lightly over the extended clitoris of her younger sister.
"OHHHHH...UUUHHHHHHHH N-O-O-O-O-O-O!" the beautiful younger female moaned, feeling the initial shocking contact. Her entire body began jerking uncontrollably downward, pulling away from the maddening pressure on her clitoris.
But Fern had gotten her first taste of vaginal juices, and it totally overwhelmed her. It was like a tiger's first taste of meat. Now that she had started, she was unable to stop lapping. Her impatient lips closed hungrily over the entire mound of fleecy pubic hair, her flicking tongue striking serpentlike into the viscous pink opening of her sister's wide open trench.
"AAANNNHHH... G-O-O-O-O-ODDDUH-HHHHHHH... HHHAAANNNHHH!" she groaned out loud, her hips jerking and bucking on the bed as she indecisively thrust her loins upward toward the lashing tongue, then back down and away from it again as the salacious sensations totally overwhelmed her.
Fern's searing tongue shot out again and again, its lashing tip encircling her sister's quivering erect clitoral extension while her lips continually sucked ravenously at the layered outer folds. Then, thrusting her tongue all the way inside the widening mouth of Marlyn's cringing vagina, she used her tongue like a penis, letting it slide in and out, in and out.
Marlyn groaned noisily and bucked her loins up and down, slamming her labia all the more solidly against the face between her thighs. Her hips began grinding impatiently on the squeaking bed as soft mewling sounds escaped from between her clamped lips.
Fern didn't know why, but she was exulting in what she was doing. Her sister's soaked pubic hairs were brushing against her cheeks, and Marlyn's animalistic groans made her drive her tongue deeper and faster, relentlessly lashing through the steaming valley of her loins. It was almost as if the younger woman was begging for more.
Again and again Fern ran her tongue against her sister's soft, virgin flesh, flicking into the clasping vaginal mouth for a moment, then rubbing against the clitoral nubbin. She teased the outer folds constantly, always licking and lapping.
When Marlyn reached down and tangled both her hands in her sister's brown hair, the older woman let the girl force her mouth even more firmly against her squirming vagina. Her lips formed a round circle and covered the saliva-soaked vaginal slit. The low, guttural moans of total sexual abandon reached her burning ears inciting her to quicken her oral strokes, and it felt as if the palpitating fleece-lined cunt of her sister was trying to tug her tongue out by the roots in order to devour it alive.
The aroused Marlyn was lost in the fires of wanton sensuality as she had never known herself to feel before. Every muscle in her straining body tensed as she lifted her throbbing loins to meet the mouth that continually labored against her vagina. The female face of her sister rocked between her widely splayed thighs bringing such overwhelming sensations of sheer primal desire, her long legs suddenly snaked out and wrapped themselves tightly around Fern's neck, pressing the sister's face even deeper into her soaked muff.
"AAANNNHHH!" she gasped, moaning over and over again, her open loins giving her sister even easier access to her pulsating pussy with every passing moment. She had become a boiling vessel brimming with sexual desire, and nothing mattered to her now other than the endless inward quivering, the inescapable heat of passion that flooded through her veins and every living cell in her shuddering body, making her quiver with lust.
The two women writhed and squirmed together like one long human being, and Marlyn's thighs closed all the more tightly around her sister's face as she realized how overpowering the sensations were as they constantly built to a higher pitch within her. Fern was licking hungrily, drinking her sister's juices, and the one hand she had pressed into her own vagina stimulated her to the point where she felt herself climaxing three different times. She didn't dare open her mouth to yell out her satisfaction, because to do so meant risking drowning in Marlyn's continually spurting fluids.
One of her hands gripped the younger woman s buttocks and squeezed, making her sister buck that much faster. Yes, there was no doubt about it, Marlyn was going to really be primed when Santa Claus, as she still thought of him, arrived.
Chapter Fifteen
Ed Weeder came to the trailer on time. He saw no one standing outside, and the note had said for him to open the door and walk right on in. Shrugging, he opened the door, and entered. He heard the moaning noises the instant he was inside with the door shut. They were coming from the back bedroom. He was hardly able to believe his ears. It sounded like two women.
Walking to the rear of the trailer, in the fading light coming from behind him through a small window, he saw an incredible sight. Completely naked, Fern's smoothly rounded buttocks were squirming in the air in front of his hungry gaze. She was kneeling forward on the full-sized bed, her right hand solidly buried between her inner thighs, vigorously finger-fucking herself into a passionate frenzy. Judging from the long pair of shapely legs locked around the woman's neck, Ed decided this was the virgin Fern wanted him to deflower. Well hell, she might have been a virgin, but at least she seemed no stranger to sex.
He was well aware of his throbbing cock jerking wildly in his pants. He moved into the room to get a closer look at the woman whose cunt Fern was sucking, and for a moment he thought he had made a mistake and Fern was the one on the bed. But no... the one on the bed was too tall to be Fern. The one whose face was buried had to be Fern. She was the shorter female.
His cock was jerking crazily now, and wasting no time, Ed undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. He practically ripped his shoes off while pulling his pants and shorts off. He did tear his tie, and he was lucky not to pull the buttons off his shirt as he undid it as well.
Before either of the lewdly groaning, writhing females came to their senses enough to see he was there, Ed was totally naked. He kneed his way onto the bed, poising his cock directly behind the shuddering cheeks of Fern's rounded, tiny buttocks. Fern had the smallest buttocks of all the women he had ever fucked. Her two asscheeks together were really not much bigger than a softball.
Leaning down, smelling the rich musky odor coming from Marlyn's pussy, Ed pressed his mouth to Fern's ear and whispered, "Just keep on sucking, honey. I have a little present for you."
Without wasting any time, he positioned his rock solid cock directly behind the beautiful smaller female, preparing to drive the head into the steaming vagina from behind. He saw the juices running down her thighs, leading him to believe she'd had one orgasm already, and he knew a few solid strokes with his cock would bring her to a really rousing orgasm. Then he would have the virgin to do with as he pleased.
He lodged the bulblike tip of his throbbing organ in Fern's preferred vaginal opening, and without another word, he lunged forward into her defenseless vagina, driving from the tips of his toes.
Fern uttered a low, delirious moan into her sister's writhing vaginal opening as the man's burgeoning penis slipped without resistance into the inner depths of her inflamed narrowness. She thrillingly took the full length of his thickness into her, right up to the hilt. She still had to stretch some to accept such thickness, and it hurt a little, but it was such a delicious hurt, her body savagely began pumping back and forth on the throbbing lance. The thrills were delightful.
Ed had scarcely started thrusting into Fern's shuddering pussy when he felt the slender little female suddenly jerk and twist, and then an entire flood of vaginal juices came pouring out all over his penis as he continued moving it in and out of her. She squirted the fluid as powerfully as any man might ejaculate semen.
Fern's head suddenly jerked wildly up from the depths of her sister's vagina, her face smeared with glistening vaginal juices, and she cried out in ecstasy, "I'MMM... HHHUUUNNNHHH... COMMMIIINNNGGGUUUHHH... AAARR-GGGHHH... AAANNNGGGHHHAAAUUU-WWWAAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGG-GHHH!" she gasped it out in almost incomprehensible breaths, and the screeched, "DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! KEEP FUCKINNNNNG MEEEEEEE... MORE... MORE... MORE... UUUNNNGGGHHHH!"
Finally it was over and Fern felt herself going very limp. At the moment she no longer felt like sucking her sister's vagina. All she wanted to do was rest. She pulled her body away, rolling to the side of the bed, and she lay there, unable to move.
Marlyn was fighting to rise from the numbness her mind had felt because of the marijuana she had smoked. She began stirring on the rumpled bed, wondering what the distant sounds she had been hearing meant. Her eyes fluttered open and penetrated the semi-darkness that was fast becoming complete darkness as the light outside became dinner and dimmer with every passing minute.
It took a moment for her to make out her sister's form, lying nakedly beside her. She shook her head to try to rid herself of the cobwebs.
"My sister..." Fern gasped. "Fuck her! It's necessary, Santa Clause... it's necessary!"
"I don't want to do anything if she's unwilling," Ed insisted.
"Of course she's unwilling," Fern gasped. "If she were willing, she'd be able to get ahead on her own initiative. I'm not going to explain everything now... but she'll be grateful to you if you fuck her, no matter how much she resists now."
Ed moved closer to the girl who lay on the bed with her thighs still wide apart. He grinned at her, stroking his penis a little, letting her see just what it was she was about to feel. "Don't worry," he said to her. "I'll make it good for you."
"D-don't you dare touch me," the helpless woman gasped as she lay there, contorted expressions of paralyzing fear crossing her otherwise pretty face like waves of darkness.
"Shut up!" Fern snapped at her sister. "Santa, you fuck her, and I'll give you another two hundred dollars before you leave here."
That was all the inspiration Ed Weeder needed. Two hundred more dollars would just about pay for the installation of the stove he intended buying tomorrow.
Marlyn lay there, terrified. She wondered how it was possible for any woman to take such a monstrous instrument inside her body.
Slowly, Ed Weeder lowered himself between the smooth, white pillars of Marlyn's thighs, his gigantically swollen shaft of flesh pointing straight at the tiny pinkness of her narrow vagina.
"Make it easy and spread 'em wide," Ed ordered, "cause I'm just about ready to start coming in."
He grinned a grin of avarice above her. This was going to be his only real rape. The woman didn't know him, though her sister maintained she really wanted and needed to be raped. Even her sister didn't really know him. She was the only one of the four women who still thought of him as Santa Claus.
He felt Marlyn flinch and try to suddenly pull away from him on the bed, but her sister, lying beside her, turned and forced her to stay in place. Then the weight of Ed's naked body was falling on top of her, pinning her down like a butterfly to a mounting card. Her legs and arms flailed wildly as she tried to escape his impending attack on her unprotected loins.
"No use trying to fight, honey," he said to her. "You're going to get the fucking your sister says you need."
Flexing his buttocks he shoved his hips downward, guiding his thick, rubbery cockhead forward to part the fleshy softness of her vaginal lips.
She felt the first harsh pressure against the elastic opening of her vagina, and she realized she had never felt so utterly helpless in her entire life. She was a subjugated slave at this moment.
Ed pushed harder with his driving hips.
"HAAAUUUNNNGGGHHHH!" the lovely lady cried out as the bloated tip slipped through her vulvar opening, cruelly stretching her tight vaginal mouth until the innocent woman felt her thighs were being split apart from the relentless pressure.
"N-O-O-O-O-O... PLLLEEEAAASSSE... YOU'RE... UHHHHHH... HURTING MEEEEEEEEE..." the helpless Marlyn gasped as she writhed on the bed, but Ed wasn't going to be deterred. The only way to end her pain was to move quickly.
He did it with a smile on his face that was supposed to bolster the woman's confidence, but she thought of it as an evil leer. He was hurting her! Why had she ever listened to her sister? She saw Fern looking at her, too, and there was a bright gleam in Fern's eyes that came through the dimness of the room. It was as if her sister was actually enjoying watching her suffer as the man was deflowering her.
With a deep chest, animal sounding gasp, Ed Weeder slammed solidly forward with one final thrust, penetrating her tender hymen, smashing it into a million bloody shards as he slid his probing penis into the tight narrowness of her never-before-entered cunt. It charged into her, moving like a relentless bull, accordioning the walls of her tunnel as it pushed the soft, wet flesh of her vagina in rippling waves before it.
There was no stopping the heavy, thrusting log until, with a loud groan from his throat, Ed Weeder's balls slammed solidly into the crevice between the upturned cheeks of her rounded buttocks.
"GHHHAAAHHHGGGHHH...UHHHU-UUHHHHHHH!" the lovely girl wailed beneath him.
The young woman had never felt such an intense, driving pain within her in her entire life. His penis felt as if it had ripped her open to her inner depths of her womb. He had plunged into her with such violence, she was certain he was acting solely in his own interest.
Marlyn was flooded with the realization that she was no longer a virgin, and this thought filled her with shame and total humiliation mingled with a sense of hopeless despair. She twisted her face to the side and pressed her head into the mattress, feeling stinging tears welling up in her eyes. Now this stranger's long, thick, heavy penis lay in her belly like a dead-weight, and she found herself able to feel every little ridge on it as it filled her vaginal sheath to near-bursting.
"YYYEEEEE!" Ed exulted. She had one tight little pussy, all right.
He waited, unmoving, and then suddenly throbbed his penis, making it swell inside her. As a result, his invading organ seemed to jerk another fraction of an inch into her.
"HAAAAUUUNNNGGGHHHHH!" the beautiful former virgin gaspingly groaned, her voice deeper because of the hard thrusting, her lovely face contorted all out of shape from the sheer violence of his driving entry.
"Take it easy," Ed said to her. "Let your body accustom itself to my cock, and you'll soon start liking it." "I'll never like it!" Marlyn gasped.
"If you have an attitude like that, you won't," he told her. "The first thing you need is to think positive. If you make up your mind you're going to enjoy it, then you'll enjoy it."
He flexed his reaming penis inside her narrow tunnel, and she began quivering and shuddering.
"Come on," he said to her. "I want to hear that you like it," he commanded in a hoarse voice.
"He's right," Fern whispered to her sister. "If you make up your mind to like it, the pain'll fade that much more quickly. Go on, honey, tell him you like it. If you say the words enough, you'll believe it. You will like it."
Marlyn didn't want to answer at first, but the continual flexing of the weighty organ inside her was becoming too much. Perhaps if she acquiesced to their wishes he would stop hurting her.
"YES, YES, YES!" she gasped, finally. "I LIKE IT! I LIKE IT!" She hoped to avoid even more of the punishing pain that flamed in the tightness of her squeezing vagina.
"THEN TELL ME TO FUCK YOU, SWEETHEART," he ordered, and Marlyn wondered what kind of pitiless human being he was as he continued keeping his organ buried to its full length inside her narrow womanly cup.
Ed had to admit, it had been a long time since he had fucked a virgin. In fact, his ex-wife had been the only virgin he had ever fucked, and from her attitude toward sex it was no wonder she had retained her virginity until marriage. But this young woman still had an opportunity to be saved from such a fate. She had a chance to learn just how enjoyable sex really was. His aching cock throbbed inside her, and his groin was pressed tightly against the sparsely hair-lined lips of her sucking pussy, and though Ed didn't want to sound unnecessarily cruel, he knew the only way to make her eventually enjoy all this was to continue eliciting positive responses from her.
"COME ON, HONEY... COME ON... SAY THAT YOU LIKE THE FEEL OF ME INSIDE YOU AND
YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE. SAY IT, SWEETHEART!"
But the helpless woman beneath him felt as if he were stripping her self-respect from her, and as a result she refused to answer him. Her pride was all she had left. To say what he wanted her to say would be to take her last little bit of dignity from her. If that were to happen, she would be worse than a slave.
"PLEASE..." she whimpered. "DON'T MAKE ME SAY IT."
"It's for your own good," Ed insisted.
The torment was too much for Marlyn, and she finally said, "All right, all right, I want you to do this to me," in a whimpering voice, hoping it would satisfy him.
He jerked his stabbing penis inside her vagina again and again, sending heated burning flashes of anguish through the tightness of her quivering belly.
"No honey..."Ed said, his voice sounding so calm and reassuring, considering the horrible thing he was perpetrating on her body. "In order for you to really feel what I'm doing to you, you have to think sexy. Say the words that'll keep the two of us aroused. Tell me you want me to fuck you."
"Don't you worry about baby sister," Fern whispered while crouched next to Ed, looking down at her sister's lined face. "I know what you can do with that penis of yours. You just go ahead and start pumping into her, and in almost no time she'll be begging for it. It's her pride that's keeping her from saying the words. But that cock of yours is enough to stimulate anyone. Go on, fuck her!" The slender little brown-haired housewife was shuddering with lust all over again, wishing the stiff prong inside her sister was inside her. But she had brought Ed here for Marlyn's own good. It meant her sister's whole future. There would be lots of time to enjoy Ed, herself, in the future. Right now, Marlyn had to learn how enjoyable a good fucking was so she would be able to respond when her employer finally took her to bed. The more responsive she was, the better her chances at learning the ropes and climbing the ladder of success in her chosen profession Marlyn felt the last of her will to resist finally giving way under the weighty physical strain of his thrusting prod between her thighs. To hear the lascivious words coming from her own sister, the one woman she trusted more than any other in the whole world, was the final blow. She made a last desperate effort to free herself, but it was all in vain. She was unable to pull away from the great length of his impaling penis, and any bucking motion on her part only served to make her aware of how deeply he was lodged inside her. There was no way out of this other than to do exactly what the man told her to do. The sooner she said and did what he wanted, the sooner all this would be over. With shuddering shame she forced the words from her lips.
"Fuck me..." she whispered in a soft voice that was almost totally inaudible.
"Didn't hear you," Ed taunted.
"Fuck me!"
she said louder this time, and she was suddenly surprised to feel an easing of the pain inside her as her vaginal fluids began flowing that much more heavily.
The oils seeped around the weighty penis, lubricating it as it remained embedded in the depths of her squeezingly tight vagina. When would this nightmare be over? If she was able to withstand this, she was certain she'd be able to do anything her employer wanted. Yet she realized the lewd and obscene words on her lips seemed to somehow or other ease the pain slightly as the slippery viscosity inside her narrow vagina increased. That was when she became aware of the involuntary movement of her body, actually reacting to the savage impalement of her tender loins.
"OHHHHHH, MY GOD! FUCK ME!" she fairly screamed this time, shouting with that much more conviction, realizing the pain was receding even more as she said it, and that good feeling buried deep inside her was suddenly rising to the fore. Thrillingly wicked waves of overpowering lust flooded through her widely stretched loins and she unconsciously began making tiny little circles around the thickly distended length of his throbbing penis.
Marlyn suddenly realized what she was doing, and it made her aware she was no longer the person she had been only moments before. She was surrendering herself to this horrible feeling. This kinky haired stranger had taken what little any woman had to offer from her, and he had thus degraded her. Her degradation was total and complete, and she didn't know how she was going to go on living... how she would ever be able to face anyone again. There was no hope for her lost innocence... none whatsoever. All that remained was the reaming length of his vibrating penis as it continued plundering the narrow depths of her throbbing vagina.
Ed Weeder sensed the final loss of her last remaining resistance, and lie allowed his chest to fall forward on her delightfully naked body. She was his now, and he was going to make her feel really good. Hell! He was a full-fledged stud, and the least he ought to do was properly earn the money he was being paid.
He clamped his hungry mouth against Marlyn's soft, wet lips as he began a slow, rocking motion between her outspread slender thighs. He felt the tight narrowness of her vaginal passageway widening slightly with each smooth stroke as she groaned in helpless defeat into his open mouth.
Her initial resistance had been natural. Like most girls with a certain moral upbringing, she hadn't wanted to admit that something like this felt good. After all, it was against everything she had ever been taught. But she was unable to deny that latent streak of pure sexual animalism that was inside her, and he was awakening her to it with every violent stroke into her.
Little by little he began moving his penis, pulling it back a little farther each time he tooted now, until finally, on each backstroke, only the tip of his penis was left inside her. He noticed how her vaginal lips clung tightly to it, not wanting to let go of it. He held himself poised with only the head in her sucking interior, and he was rewarded, feeling her heels dig into the mattress as she lifted her pelvis to meet his, in essence silently begging him for more of his thrusting penis. Not one to deny a woman what she needed most, Ed thrust his cock forward, sinking it ever deeper into the subjugated woman's squeezing tunnel. He pounded into her with all his might, sinking every last millimeter of his lust-inflated penis all the way to the hilt in a single merciless stroke.
Each time he felt his sperm-bloated testicles slapping against the tenderness of her perineum, he ground his cock around and around, holding himself firmly inside her, remaining poised there like a steel spring, ready to suddenly jerk back as he savored the tightness of the narrow vaginal tube around his throbbing cock.
"It still hurts a little!" Marlyn gasped, but even as she said the words she knew the pain was continuing to fade.
A series of thrillingly delightful, building sensations, sensations of wonderful awareness and delight sent pulsing waves of pleasure charging uncontrollably through her shuddering body. She had automatically screwed her trembling white asscheeks solidly into the supporting mattress in the hope of initially escaping the cruel thrusts of his penile implement. But now she was moving under him all the more rapidly, responding to his drives, acknowledging the desire building in the depths of her trembling belly. She felt the solid bluntness of his thrusting cock-head pressuring firmly into the back wall of her vagina, burning there like a hot stone as it seemingly seared her insides. Then she felt him involuntarily beginning to move in time with her own involuntary pelvic thrusts.
"That's the way," Ed breathed, feeling a little less tense now, knowing for certain he had gotten to this woman. "Just grind that lovely pussy of yours around my cock again and again, and you'll soon know what fucking is all about."
Kneeling on the wide bed beside the fucking couple, Fern stared, licentiously fascinated by all that was taking place, wishing her own defloration had been half as good as this. She literally salivated as Ed began rhythmically pumping back and forth violently now, sinking his thickness into her sister's plundered vagina with blinding speed only to withdraw slowly, inch by inch. She saw the way the folds of her sister's tight little nookie clung to Ed's throbbing penis, not wanting it to leave, and then there was that whispering noise as the penis sank itself right back inside, and her vaginal lips slurped on the throbbing organ, drinking the long, fleshy length right back in. Again and again he made long, smooth, powering strokes into the narrow tightness of the delectably gyrating vaginal opening, and Fern watched as her sister began responding in the way the shorter, older woman knew she would.
Again and again, all the way out to the fleshly tip so that even his corona was withdrawn from her vagina for a moment, then all the way in to the hilt with his heavy testicles thumping salaciously against her well-rounded buttocks. The stockbroker was continually increasing his already rapid tempo, moving like a jackrabbit now, violently lunging deeper and deeper into her womanly container.
"OOOHHHH!" Fern gasped. "THAT'S SO FANTASTIC! FUCK HER GOOD, SANTA, FUCK HER
GOOD."
The lewd little suction sounds made by Marlyn's continually expanding vagina sent all kinds of obscene chills of pleasure flooding through Fern's shuddering body. She automatically reached down with her own hand to massage her own clitoris again.
Marlyn found herself softly moaning as she stared blindly at the ceiling of the trailer home, all her attention now rigidly focused on the maddening sensation in the depths of her tightly impaled vaginal depths. She was moving easily now, matching the man stroke-for-stroke as he continued to relentlessly fuck her all the more savagely. She bumped her soft pelvis against his woolly one with increasing power, using circular motions that intensified her own inner feelings. The formerly innocent younger sister was falling naturally into the age-old rhythm of sex, her inner bodily instincts taking over as her mind became incapable of dealing with the primeval lust now flooding through her shuddering blood vessels.
"F-U-U-U-U-U-UCCCKKK MEEEEEE.... HAAARRRDDDERRRRRR..." she suddenly moaned straight up into his face. "HAAARR-RDERRRRR...."
"Now you're starting to understand what it's all about," Ed said to her, groaning as he banged into her beautifully naked body. He felt as if hot lava was bubbling somewhere inside his throbbing testicles, and his lust-weighted rod of heavy flesh seemed to continue expanding to an unbelievable size. "KEEP FUCKING THAT SWEET PUSSY OF YOURS AT ME LIKE THAT... RIDE IT BABY, RIDE IT!"
Marlyn's throbbing inner self was no longer merely sliding back and forth. The walls were clasping and unclasping like a suction cup around his driving penile pole as it continued spearing into her. Her cunt sucked at him until he thought the flaring heat still building in his pulsating balls would make the pair of them explode like hand grenades against her bouncing rubbery asscheeks.
With each inward stroke, Ed belched a loud, very audible, "UUUNNNGGGHHHH!" and the force of his driving thrusts as he powered all the harder into the now wanton young woman's formerly virgin vagina made the mattress bounce and bang beneath them until it seemed ready to collapse. The heavily labored strokes made the bedsprings creak as they snapped back after each downstroke, throwing the beautiful woman's wildly thrashing body back up at him as though from a trampoline, slapping their perspiring bellies together with a loud and noisy smacking sound.
Marlyn felt thrillingly irresistible sparks of delight now igniting in the depths of her womb. The feelings began flashing through her nerve-endings, rippling through her shuddering cunt and out of her brown fleece-lined pussylips, across the white plane of her flat belly and up her turgidly erect nipples, making them stand up like thirty-eight caliber bullets. A sudden maddening quiver ran through Marlyn as she jackknifed her knees back against her body and curled her toes tightly against the soles of her feet.
Ed was struggling to hold back the heavy load of semen he had inside him, listening to the way Marlyn's open mouth was loudly grunting in time with his own pants. He had to restrain himself long enough for her to climax. She was getting close, very close, and he gritted his teeth and slammed into her that much harder. He wanted to feel what it was like when she orgasmed around the length of his hammering tool. It would make his own climax that much more satisfactory, and he concentrated on restraining himself long enough for her to attain her satisfaction first. For a moment he was afraid his body wasn't going to wait. He held himself back from moving, hoping to keep from climaxing. This didn't stop the abandoned girl from continuing to move, pumping her quivering vagina up an down on his throbbing organ, threatening to bring him to a climax against his own will.
Abruptly the beautiful young woman began hitting his groin with her pelvis with such hard blows, arching herself sharply up at him, pressing her shoulders into the bed so that soon only her neck and her heels were all that touched the bed as she fucked. She bucked and twisted wildly under the handsome stockbroker who had played Santa Claus at the local department store, and he had no choice but to answer her powering slams by shoving his pulsating cock like a battering ram deep into her hungrily milking vagina. Then, when he felt he wasn't able to hold out any longer, he realized she was there.
"AAAHHYYYYAAAHHHUUUNNNNGGGH-HHAAARRRGGGHHH...
HHHAAANNNG-GGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHHA-AAGGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHHAAARRRG-
The lovely woman's rounded asscheeks tightened into two little hard spheres of flesh around the man's heavily laden testicles, pulling on them, sucking them, draining them dry, clenching and unclenching their hairy softness against the heated pucker of her tiny anus every time he recklessly sank his hard cock into her vibrant vagina. Now Ed no longer had to hold back, and he fucked again and again into the vibrant depths of her sucking vagina, feeling her entire body shaking and vibrating against him as her orgasm went on and on.
"AAGGGHHH!" he gasped. "YOU'RE AS HOT AS YOUR SISTER!" he hissed down at her, feeling his boiling semen building up inside his aching testicles. His hands slid under Marlyn's jerking buttocks, squeezing them like soft putty in his fingers as he clamped her loins firmly against his, kneading the flaccid asscheeks as if they were grapefruit in his fingers.
"HEEEEEERE IT COMES!" he gasped. "HH-HEEEYYYAAANNNGGG...
His throbbing cock expanded to the point where he feared it might burst inside her, and then he was aware of the machine gun squirts of semen pouring into the tightness of her narrow belly.
The beautiful woman thrilled to the feeling of his searing sperm spewing out into her spasming vagina, filling her twitching belly to the brim and then overflowing as the naked stranger continued pumping and groaning above her. He was a wild animal, and yet Marlyn realized that if she didn't exactly adore the man, she did like what he had done to her.
"YES... YES... YES..." she gasped. "Fill me with everything you have to offer," she pleaded as she thrilled to the sensations of his bursting sperm shooting into her narrow tightness like lava erupting from a volcano. She clasped her throbbing vagina tightly around the frenziedly jerking penis, surprised to feel the thrilling swell of a second orgasm on the heels of the first.
Ed made one last powerful lunge into her squeezing cunt, holding himself in her sucking center, keeping himself there until he had emptied his balls. Then he collapsed on top of her.
Marlyn kept moving, even with him lying so still on top of her. She bucked and squirmed and writhed, and after awhile she settled down and eventually became still. Marlyn's legs lay splayed out to the side, jerking in tiny little spasms as the last ripples of her second orgasm slowly died away. She was aware of a fluttering inside her and realized his penis was rapidly shrinking to the point where it would shortly fall out of her.
When Ed finally did roll off her, lying face-up on the bed, he smiled at her and asked, "Was that so bad?"
"No," she finally admitted, "though it was initially very painful."
"That only happens the first time," he told her. "After that, it's uphill all the way, as long as the man you're with knows what he's doing."
"Obviously you know what you're doing," Marlyn sighed.
"He certainly does," Fern nodded. "But there's a lot more you'll have to learn before you give yourself to your boss, honey."
"Such as?" Marlyn asked.
"You'll see," she told her sister, and getting to her feet, went to the little bathroom and wetted a washcloth with warm water and soap. Returning to the bedroom, she washed the virginal blood away from the loins of both of them.
Tossing the wash cloth into the bathroom sink, Fern went to the little kitchenette and she found some whiskey. She poured a scotch and soda for all three of them, giving Ed a good hour to recover.
Then she proceeded to demonstrate fellatio to her sister, and once she had Ed's cock nice and hard, she had Marlyn try it, too.
By seven o'clock, Marlyn Martin was a well-educated woman.
Chapter Sixteen
The more Ed Weeder had, the more he wanted. He enjoyed sex to the point where if he had not been able to have a daily dose of it, it would have affected his work after awhile.
He breezed through Ericka on Tuesday, Lois on Wednesday, and Harriet on Thursday, and then Friday was there. Immediately after work he went to Arlene's apartment and picked her up.
"It was sheer torture having to wait for you the whole week," Arlene said, as he came in. "God! I don't know what you've done to me, but I can't hold back."
"Sorry," Ed told her. "I did propose, and you did say we had to wait. So I have other obligations to fulfill in the meantime."
"I... know what you mean," Arlene nodded. "Ed, much as I like you, and I like you more than any one other man I've ever met, I don't think I'll ever be able to marry you." "What do you mean?" Ed asked.
"I told you, I wasn't able to wait. I was with another man, during the week." "That's your privilege," Ed nodded. "I have no strings on you." "Doesn't it bother you?"
"Since you don't belong to me, no, it doesn't bother me."
"But you don't understand. Even though the other man wasn't as good as you, merely because he was different, I enjoyed it. Now that you've made me a sexually aware women, Ed, I feel I need more, much more. I need lots of men. In fact, I'm going to need two and three men at a time."
"And you want me to be one of them?" he asked.
"Do you find me repulsive now for suggesting such a thing?" she asked.
"Just a little surprised," he nodded. "You're right, of course. I wouldn't marry you knowing you feel as you do. It's not that I insist my wife remain faithful, but I wouldn't like the idea of sharing her with another man so openly. I suppose you have another man in mind?"
"Ed, please, don't be angry. We can still be friends."
"Yes " he nodded. "We can still be friends, but I don't like the idea of sharing you with some total stranger."
"Well, then, suppose we make it all the more interesting by you picking whatever other man you want to share me with."
"Have you been with two men together at all, this week?" he asked.
"No, of course not. I don't even know what I can do with two men, but the man I was with in the middle of the week told me it would be a lot of fun, so I want to try it."
"Fine," Ed nodded. "But before you start playing around with men in groups, I think you ought to get an idea of just what will be expected of you. After all, if there are two penises in the room, both of them will want to be busy at the same time."
"But how...?"
"I'll show you," Ed told her. "Undress!"
She shrugged and removed her clothing in front of him, totally at ease now, instead of the uneasy female she had been less than two weeks earlier when he had shown her just what real sex was all about. He tore off his own clothing, as well.
It was obvious from the way she was looking at him that she was already aroused as the two of them walked over to the sofa, standing beside it. His fingers were already between her thighs, rummaging in and out, feeling the jelly in her vagina increase rapidly as he fingered her in there. His touch made her gasp, and
Arlene, now almost instantly ready, cried out, "FUCK ME, NOW, ED! FUCK ME!"
"All in due time," he told her. "But for the moment let's pretend there's a cock already in your cunt, jammed in from behind." As he spoke, he forced her to her knees in front of him.
Arlene was confused, not understanding what he wanted. She had expected he would either agree or not agree, but in any case, she had thought two men merely meant one fucking her right after the other. Now she was picturing a man standing, or kneeling behind her, since she, too, was on her knees, and the man's penis was pushing into her vagina.
She looked up at Ed, who bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips, saying, "If you want to play with more than one man at a time, you have to be educated as to how to do it. To be honest with you, Arlene, this is something I just taught another woman, this past Monday. It was something I intended teaching you after we were married, and I would have taken lots of time and loving care while doing it. However, since there is to be no marriage, and since I'll be free to continue screwing around will all the women I wish, and since you want to be one of those women, I think it necessary you become as sexually educated as the others."
"Wh-what are you saying?" Arlene asked.
"I'm saying I want to feel those soft, pretty lips of your mouth wrapped around my juicy cock. But more than that, I want to feel you sucking, working those lips firmly."
She suddenly realized she was staring directly into the sightless eye of his throbbing penis, her face only a few scant inches from the long, fleshy pole of his lustfully throbbing penis.
Arlene was stunned and totally repulsed by what he wished her to do despite the rising tide of sexual hunger churning through her body, and she twisted her head to the side, saying, "Ed, that's disgusting! I can't do something like that! Surely you wouldn't have expected me, as your wife, to have done anything like that. I'd like the same respect even though we're not getting married."
"But you don't understand," Ed Weeder said to her, his fingers lacing themselves in her almost silver-blonde hair. "As my wife I would definitely have expected this of you. I would have taught it to you lovingly. Now I don't have the time to be loving any longer. Since you want to learn how to handle two men at once, I'm going to show you how. You can suck my cock, and you will."
The surprised blonde began trembling, feeling a mixture of revulsion and fright, but Ed Weeder was not to be put off. Yes, she had hurt him, because he had thought of her as being different from other women. Now he saw all too plainly that there was a bit of whore in all women, and in Arlene there was more than in most. He tangled his hands in her hair and all but painfully jerked her face toward his penis.
Instead of being disgusted, Arlene discovered she was more aroused than ever. Perhaps it was the passion born of forced submission added to simple curiosity that affected her senses as she stared wide-eyed at the thickest cock she had ever seen.
She suddenly found herself becoming licentiously fascinated with the idea of taking this man's penis into her mouth. Why not? He was the one who had taught her everything else? It was only fair that she learn all else that there was to learn from him. She remembered the smell of sperm, and she imagined herself drinking the stuff, and the idea pleased rather than repulsed her. Besides all that, she felt she had no other choice as the handsome man had become too domineering for her to resist.
Her curious eyes widened as she carefully took in the details of his stiffly throbbing, blood-bloated cock. She saw all the veins running through the shaft, and unconsciously she slowly ran her tongue around her moistly parted lips. She had thick lips for a Caucasian woman.
Her eyes were now locked on the little slit in the center of his penis as it seemed to pucker, as if wanting to kiss her. A tiny, clear, sticky drop of seminal oil was leaking from the opening as she reached out timidly with her hand and encircled the hot, hard column of masculine flesh with her fingers. She was frightened because in spite of her lust, this was something knew she was going to do. She ran her tightly clenched fingers over its long, pulsing length, aware of how much thicker it became as her fingers slid toward the base.
Now her eyes took in the wiry pubic hairs as well as the dangling wrinkled sac containing his testicles. There were little blue arteries pulsing in there, keeping perfect time with the beating of his heart. She leaned forward slowly until her moistened, half-open mouth was a mere inch away from the bulging, throbbing tip. With a sigh of total, utter submission coming from her throat, she flicked her tongue tentatively out to taste the heavy drop of clear oil.
Her fear instantly dissolved the moment she tasted the smoothness of his seminal oil. It was all but tasteless, though a little salty. The rubbery texture of his penile head was suddenly very desirable to her, and she realized no matter what Ed Weeder was going to teach her, she was going to be a very willing pupil. She bent to her assigned task, her churning insides suddenly transformed from terror to wanton passion and desperate need. She was as hungry to orally taste sex as she had been to vaginally enjoy it. Yes, she wanted him shooting in her mouth, letting her taste his seminal fluid, welcoming the heated spurts into the depths of her belly. She knew the experience was going to thrill her beyond words.
"COME ON, ARLENE," Ed said, coaxing her, "TAKE IT INTO YOUR MOUTH AND SUCK ON IT
LIKE IT'S A SUGAR STICK."
Running her quivering little tongue around the thickly pulsating head of the shaft one more time, she pulled back a little to make an oval with her wet lips. Her sensuous mouth blew hot air all over his penis as she leaned forward and kissed the swollen-ly throbbing tip again, gradually widening her full-lipped mouth to take it into her rapidly salivating feminine warmth.
"AHHHHH...HHHAAANNNHHH... YESSSSS... SUCK IT JUST LIKE THAT!" he ordered, and he arched his hips solidly forward until the fully bloated tip of his excitedly throbbing penis was inserted inside the soft warmth of her tight little mouth.
Her teeth were biting down lightly on the smoothly spongy flesh and her tongue was twirling rapidly as she widened her mouth to take even more of the pulsating shaft inside. It was her own strange inner excitement that caused her to rhythmically bob her head back and forth, each stroke of her tightly compressed lips sliding that much further along the length of the rock solid shaft. The huge, desire-swollen tip of his throbbing penis alternately touched the depths of her sucking mouth then pulled outward so that her wetly clinging lips looked all the more pursed. Each time he plunged forward, her oral cavity was clogged with his jerking thickness, and yet she wanted more, aching to take it into her narrow throat. She sucked loudly, stroking salaciously with her tongue as her belly inwardly screamed to be filled with the heat of his hot sperm.
"THAT'S IT, ARLENE... THAT'S IT... SUCK LIKE THAT... JUST LIKE THAT!" Ed grunted as he stared down at her lovely face, watching the way her beautiful cheeks hollowed licentiously as she continually sucked, pumping her head along the length of his driving cock.
Though she had no idea what would come next, Arlene was certain this fucking of her virgin mouth was only the first of some new things she would learn. In a way she was sorry she was unable to remain faithful, because deep down she liked Ed Weeder, liked him a lot. But he had awakened a passionate need in her the like of which she hadn't believed until she had allowed herself to be seduced by another man the previous Wednesday. The only thing that had made the experience good was the simple fact that he was a new, different man. He wasn't nearly as good as Ed, but the mere fact that he was someone else was all she needed to have that orgasm.
The kneeling blonde woman let her mouth work furiously on the mammoth organ, her aching vaginal cleft wet and steaming inside as she continued hungrily sucking on the long, throbbing organ. She gripped the base of his solid shaft with her left hand while using her right hand between her own thighs to stimulate herself. At the same time, the pressure of the head of his hard cock in her narrow throat made her realize he was touching something inside that was going to make her climax. It was incredible, but no matter where Ed Weeder put his penis, he seemed to be able to dredge a culmination out of her.
The subserviently kneeling woman's lovely head moved like an uncontrolled sucking machine, continually bobbing back and forth, back and forth while tiny beads of perspiration covered her forehead, and her rippling belly seemed to take a seven league step into intense sensationa sensation she had learned was the most wonderful thing any person was capable of feeling. Forgotten was her initial revulsion of sex when he had first had to force her to submit that New Year's morning. All she knew was, she needed a climax, and if she didn't come shortly, she would go totally out of her mind. All that mattered was her own sexual fulfillment, no matter how she achieved it. It didn't matter how obscene things appeared to be.
Her wildly palpitating vagina was burning up, on fire, and she stopped the persistent rubbing of her tender clitoris long enough to suck all the harder, her head bobbing that much more quickly in order to feel the massage of his penile head against the back of her throat. She sucked, bobbing her head all the more quickly, chewing down hard on the rubbery stiffness, and she realized she was going to climax.
"GGGRRRMMMPHHHHGGGHHH!"
Her deep moan echoed from somewhere inside her throat, and then her lust-tautened belly began jerking and twitching and shuddering with an over-poweringly explosive climax. Every muscle, every nerve, and every fiber of her being was suddenly sensitive to the overwhelming lustful sensation tearing uncontrollably through her. It was a screaming, volcanic eruption of fiery lust suddenly blossoming all around her as her mind-blowing orgasm flooded through her boiling vaginal passage.
"AA AQUUU W W WGGGHHHLLLS
HHH-MMMGGGRRRUUUPHHHWWWRRRGGGH-HHLLLPHHHMMMNNNGGGHHHAAACC-CHHH!"
she gagged, and her knees bounced on the floor again and again.
Then Ed tugged his penis from the narrow depths of her mouth and said, "You learn fast, Arlene, but there's more, much more."
"Teach me!" she told him. "I'm a willing pupil."
"Yes, you are," he nodded, and walking around behind her, lifted her up and had her kneel on the sofa, facing away from him as he stood with his cock pressed against her asshole, saying, "This is another way for you to climax, honey."
"In my rectum?" she gasped.
"Just imagine still sucking on a juicy cock while this is happening to you," he told her.
Her scream was long and loud as he wasted no time and thrust the full length of his hardened penis as far into her rectum as possible. The head sank into her colon, and she wiggled, crying and weeping, but didn't stop moving her ass.
In a way Ed Weeder was glad Arlene had turned out as she had. He wasn't really of a mind to marry. Hell! He had four regular women with whom he was screwing, and would occasionally screw Arlene now and then, but even if these five women tired of himso what? It would take a while, a long while. By next year he would be back playing Santa Claus again at the department store, and this time he would be on the lookout for women who might be in need of his sexual teachings. Hell! There were probably a lot of bored, tired mothers there, many of whom had thought about cheating, but none of whom had the daring and courage of Lois, Ericka, Fern, and Harriet. He would be on the lookout for them now, and when he spotted them, he would add them to his "harem." Women were meant to be fucked, and if their husbands weren't giving them the pleasure they needed, then Ed Weeder would become Santa's gift to them. As long as he made them happy, why not?
