It was Wednesday, a cold, bitter January Wednesday, and the four beautiful, bored ladies sat around the little metal table with the cloth top, holding their cards and yawning. Bridge had become a boring game. Not that the ladies didn't enjoy one another's company. On the contrary, they enjoyed each other's company very much, but over the past ten years they had fallen into a rut.
They ranged in age from twenty-seven, the youngest, to thirty-two, the oldest, and they had met through a church social ten years earlier when they had initially moved into the little village of Camden, in Minnesota. Since they were new to the community, and the four families had all moved in at the same time, the ladies had formed their own little clique. Along with their husbands, they held parties to which they occasionally invited outsiders, but mostly preferred staying amongst one another. They went out to the theater together as an eightsome, had the same maid who came to each of their homes in turn once every two weeks to do the cleaning, and gossiped about the same two hundred people who were all part of the larger church social group to which they belonged. They had children approximately the same age, between seven and eight, all of whom rode on the same bus to the same school, and the ladies' husbands were all well-to-do so that none of the women had to go to work.
Today they were playing at Marilyn's house. Marilyn was the shortest lady in the group, just about five feet tall. She had dark-brown hair cut very short and curved outward to accentuate her deep brown eyes. Her nose was very tiny and she had a full pair of lips above a small, delicate chin. From the neck down, Marilyn was very dainty, with a long, slender throat, medium shoulders beneath an emerald green, long-sleeved dress, and breasts which, at the age of twenty-nine, were still able to stand up without a brassiere had she chosen not to wear one. But Marilyn wore one, more out of habit than anything else. Though her breasts were smaller than she would have liked, they were large enough for her husband, and she knew men still looked at them, though she was unable to understand just why. Perhaps it was because her waist was so narrow it made her breasts stand out even more than they should have stood out. If Marilyn was lacking in anything feminine, it might be said she had almost no hips. Not that she didn't have a nice, rounded ass, but it was very tiny, and her hips were more boyish than girlish.
Sitting across the table from her was Marilyn's bridge partner, Roseann. Roseann was a redhead, though her hair was really more auburn than bright red. Roseann was the tallest one in the group, and despite the fact that she was very slender, she was always complaining about having gained weight. Roseann also had brown eyes, but her eyes sparkled vivaciously. Her nose was straight and set just right into an oval face. Although not really big-busted, Roseann's breast measurements were somewhat larger than those of Marilyn, and her waist was an inch larger, as well. Roseann had nice, curvy hips, and long slender legs, though the opaque red-and-purple dress she was wearing, one of the shapeless style creations from the year before, hid the fact at the moment.
To Roseann's right was Pearl. Pearl was the buxom member of the group, and though her entire body and her face had a round appearance to it, Pearl was definitely not fat. Pearl had dark, wavy hair, also short like that of all the women at the table which accentuated the fullness of her naturally red cheeks. Under the blue dress she was wearing Pearl's breasts stood up like twin volleyballs waiting for someone to come along and bounce them. Pearl's waist was narrower than it looked under the shapeless folds of her dress, and she had very definitely large, round hips.
Across the table from Pearl sat Eileen. Eileen's hair was prematurely white, so she had insisted it be tinted a tinge of blue. Her face was a pleasant, wrinkle-free countenance, and her blue eyes twinkled whenever she spoke. Eileen had a short, straight nose, and a small mouth. Under her gray dress was a figure not quite as buxom as Pearl's, yet not as slender as Roseann's. Eileen was the quietest member of the Bridge club.
"Hear about Mary Wallace?" Pearl was asking.
"You mean about her being unfaithful?" Roseann yawned. "Tell me something new. Half the women in the community are unfaithful. They just aren't as dumb as Mary and get caught at it."
"Getting caught is one thing," Pearl said. "But putting herself in a position to get caught is something else again. She was dumb enough to bring the man home, and her husband walked in on them while they were right in the middle of it."
"That is dumb," Marilyn agreed. "Two hearts!"
"Three clubs," Pearl said. "She claimed she was doing it to earn some extra money. Said her husband didn't give her enough, though lord knows the man makes enough."
"Two-no-trump!" Roseann replied. "Now come on, which one of us is really getting enough money from our husbands? I mean, Leo works at two jobs, and one would be enough. Yet he loves playing the saxophone so much, he takes these weekend jobs playing with a small band at weddings. The man makes all kinds of dough, and he leaves me with a household allowance of a hundred dollars a week. Who can run a household on a hundred dollars a week nowadays?"
"Six spades!" Eileen said, refusing to say anything.
"You know," Marilyn snapped, "if I had the nerve, I'd like to make a little extra money that way. I mean, I don't know about you girls, but I'm not getting all the loving I used to get when I first got married. I kinda miss it."
"Come on," Pearl replied. "You haven't the courage to do something like that, and you know it."
"It's not a question of courage," Roseann chimed in. "We all of us have our daily schedules, which includes having to be home every day by three o'clock to give the kids their cookies and milk and make sure they don't get into mischief."
"Are you telling me that if you had the time, you'd actually prostitute yourself?" Pearl asked, her voice sounding almost challenging.
"Words, merely words," Roseann replied. "Right now we're actually prostituting ourselves, but each of us for the benefit of a single man. After all, we give them our bodies, and they give us money to run the household. If we're lucky, and we scrimp and save enough from the household money, we go and get our hair done on Saturday. Sometimes we actually save enough to buy a new dress. You're damn right I'd prostitute myself if I thought I'd be able to get away with it."
"So would I," Marilyn nodded. "The question is, how do we get away with it?"
"You know, if I thought you girls were serious, I'd say, let's forget all this Bridge-playing, and in the future spend our Wednesdays picking up some extra cash."
"But we'd never get away with it," Marilyn insisted. "Everyone around here knows us."
"I know of a way."
Roseann, Marilyn, and Pearl all turned to look at Eileen, who had been silent up until that point. She was the one who had spoken. "You girls are right. It's time we started earning some extra money. We can do it every Wednesday between eleven-thirty and two-thirty."
"My God!" Roseann gasped. "Eileen? You? You're the one person we thought was going to talk us out of this."
"Why?" Eileen asked. "Because I'm silent most of the time and let you girls do most of the talking? Do any of you have an idea about my own kind of love life? No? Well this time I'll do the talking, and the three of you can listen."
"Are you sure you want to tell us?" Pearl asked.
"I have to tell someone, or I'll go crazy," Eileen replied. "A psychoanalyst costs money. So I'm talking to you three girls, knowing there isn't one among you who will blab to anyone else. Each of you tells her secrets to the other three of us. But if I tell my secret to the three of you at once, then there's no one for you to tell your story to. It's only fair. Over the years, each of the three of you has divulged her own love life here. I'm sure you've all been wondering about mine. Well, I'll tell you, it's dull, D, U, L, L, dull! My husband knows how to make me climax, and I know what it's like to enjoy sex, but over the past six years sex has become monotonous, boring, repetitive. We get into bed, he tugs my nightie up to my chin, squeezes my breasts once or twice, rolls over on top of me, pokes himself into me, pumps back and forth, and sometimes I cum and sometimes I don't. The instant he shoots he's off me, lying beside me, telling me what a great roll in the hay I am after all these years. Well, the time has come for me to find out if I am such a great roll in the hay. I don't know about you girls, but I, for one, can use an extra hundred dollars a week. I've figured out how we can earn it while you've been talking. It's only a question of, which one of us goes first, to break the ice."
CHAPTER TWO
The winter wind was howling outside, and though there was no snow, the sky was overcast. The residents of Holloway, Minnesota were safely ensconced indoors on that late Wednesday morning the following week. The large Holloway Motor Inn, at the end of the little village, where it bordered on Ludlow, another in a series of small villages, stood looking like a manor house. Holloway was between Camden and Ludlow, and the Minnesota population was almost clannish in that they never actually went from one village to another unless it was merely to pass through on their way out of the state, either on business or pleasure. But no one in Camden went to Holloway for pleasure, and no one in Holloway went to Camden or Ludlow for pleasure. So the people of each village were just about total strangers to the people of all the other villages.
Eileen Sable was that rarity, a woman who had explored her neighboring villages. She had done so more from a curiosity born of boredom than anything else. She liked shopping in different village stores, because prices varied from one village to the next. Besides, it gave her something to do. This was what gave her the idea to enlarge upon what the other three woman in her Bridge club had been kiddingly discussing.
At the moment, Eileen, Pearl, and Marilyn were sitting in the motor inn's large restaurant. At the far end there was a cocktail lounge. Un-like most bars and cocktail lounges, this one, though softly lit, was relatively brightly lit. Light from the large picture window overlooking the parking lot helped add to the cheery atmosphere of the place. It was the one place in the world where no policeman would suspect a hooker might operate.
There were multitudes of small tables symmetrically placed throughout the restaurant, and it was first beginning to fill up. The three women sat far back in a corner of the room, all of them wearing drab dresses, watching.
Eileen had come in earlier that week and had spoken with the bartender, a big, burly man known only as Shelly. She wanted to reserve one particular motel room for Wednesday, with the idea that if things worked out well, every Wednesday thereafter four rooms would be reserved. Shelly, as the bartender, would make the reservation in advance, and this way no one would be able to directly trace the room to any of the women, just in case there was some reason or other for the police or anyone else to check the registration cards.
The room rented for fifteen dollars for the three hour period between noon and three P.M. For his troubles, Shelly would be paid an additional twenty-five dollars ... per room, assuming he would be reserving four rooms every Wednesday from then on.
The women had drawn straws to see who would make the initial move, and Roseann had won-or lost-depending on the point of view. So the redheaded woman, wearing a black dress that showed lots of thigh and lots of cleavage, was sitting at the bar, nursing a lemonade. Un-like the three women sitting in the corner watching her, Roseann was wearing heavy makeup, with purple mascara on her eyelids, thick lipstick, and artificially long lashes. Although it was meant more as a means of attracting men than a disguise, anyone knowing and seeing Roseann made up this way would not have recognized her without looking more closely at her.
She sat with her profile to the bar, smoking a cigarette, which she normally didn't do, her right leg crossed over her left, the nylon-encased limb swinging ever so slightly in the black high-heeled shoe. Just about everyone coming into the place had to notice her.
Roseann felt nervous about this. It seemed so open, so public, and she was almost mortified. Yet she had drawn the short straw, so she stayed where she was. From time to time she looked at the other three women, all of whom were watching her with steadfast eyes.
Taking the dead cigarette from the holder she was using, Roseann stubbed it out in the ashtray on top of the bar. She replaced it with a fresh cigarette, and was almost startled when a gold cigarette lighter appeared as if from nowhere and the flame touched the tip of her cigarette.
He was tall, very tall, with jet-black hair and clear brown eyes. His body was slender but hard, and his face looked like something she had seen in the movies. He had the kind of easy going manner that should have put him way ahead of Burt Reynolds and Robert Redford together. What was more, he was at least fifteen years younger than either of them, which meant he was just about Roseann's age. It was obvious this was something he had done before, and his easy manner made Roseann feel easier even though he had yet to say a word.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked.
"Lemonade," she replied.
"Two lemonades," he said to Shelly, the bartender. Then he turned to Roseann and said, "It's refreshing to find a lady who doesn't drink tea and pretend its whiskey."
"I don't shill for the house," she told him.
"No, of course not," he nodded. "You're in business for yourself. At least, I assume you're in business."
"You assume correctly," she nodded.
"How much?" he added, appraising her long, slender figure with a burning glance that made Roseann want to run and hide. Now that she was actually involved in this, she was terrified.
"A hundred-and-forty covers everything, including the cost of the room," she told him.
"For how long?" he asked.
"Until three," she replied. "Just one thing," she went on, unable to understand how she managed to keep the quiver out of her voice. "No weird things. No B and D, no S and M, no inflicting of pain. Anything else you want, you get."
"That's fair enough," he nodded. "What room?"
"The money in advance," she told him.
"How do I know you won't cop out after I've given you the money?" he asked. "It has been known to happen."
"Put it in an envelope and give it to the bartender," she replied. "If I try copping out, as you call it, you can always come back within fifteen minutes of the time we leave here and take your money back. One thing is certain, and that is, once we're alone, if I start giving you what you want, you'll never be finished within fifteen minutes. If, on the other hand, you don't like what you see, you have those fifteen minutes to change your mind."
"Deal," he nodded. "Call me Fred."
When Shelly brought Roseann her next lemonade, Fred asked for an envelope. Shelly produced one from beneath the bar and handed it to the man. He took out his wallet and counted out a hundred-and-forty dollars in front of Roseann, on top of the bar. Then he put the money in the envelope, sealed it, and called the bartender back. It was obvious Shelly had been briefed, because he took the envelope and tucked it under the bar. Then he handed Roseann a room key.
Getting off her barstool, Roseann made her way through the weave of tables with Fred behind her, and the other three women watched with avid interest. They remained seated where they were, each of them feeling her heart hammer as if she were the one involved instead of Roseann.
Roseann put on her coat, a green cloth coat with a fake fur collar, and the man put on his own expensive black overcoat, and they stepped outside into the howling wind. The other three ladies observed them through the large picture window as they walked across the parking lot to the motel rooms, going up a flight of outside stairs.
Halfway up, Roseann tripped, and Fred caught her. He swung her up in his arms, his fingers pressing against the fullness of her breast under her coat. He was able to feel her nipple as she twisted when they reached her door, and she used the key to open it. He thought he detected a small quiver in the beautiful redhead, but experienced as he was, he had no idea this was Roseann's first time.
"You can put me down now," Roseann told him, once they were in the room and he kicked the door closed.
Nodding, he lowered the lovely woman, his hand sliding under the open front of her coat and moving further up the smooth warmth of her rounded breast. He cupped the lovely cone of flesh, and he was pleased that Roseann had made no move to pull away from him. Instead, her own arm encircled his waist as she pulled him into the room, walking backward. It was a neat little hotel room, with two large double beds and the sink and counter at the far end outside the bathroom-proper. His hands, caressing her firm breasts made Roseann shudder, and she realized she actually wanted to go through with this.
She took off her coat while he continued fondling her, and she tossed it on the left bed. Then she removed his coat and tossed it there as well.
It had been so easy it was almost ridiculous. She didn't believe any man was willing to pay a hundred-and-forty dollars to be with her, and suddenly she was learning new things about herself rapidly. Perhaps her husband found her to be a habit, but to this man, and to a whole world of other men, she was something new, something refreshing, and many of them were willing to pay to enjoy her.
"One question," she told him. "I don't want you to think I'm trying to be cute, but I think you'd better let me know ahead of time if you have any social disease."
"I'm clean," he assured her.
"Good, so am I."
"You're more than clean, you're...."
He never got any further because she cut him off abruptly, her full warm lips pressing lightly against his.
He enveloped her in the circle of his own arms and kissed her solidly, and her hands pressed on his temples, pulling his head away because he was kissing her so hard, it hurt.
"Whoa!" she told him. "I bruise easily. Anything you want, but gently."
Then her lips were pressing meaningfully on those of the man she knew as Fred, making him understand that she had every intention of earning the money he was paying. The pressure of her mouth against those of the man increased, and then Fred was aware of her lips parting and a wet flicking of her tongue slithered across his lips as if pleading with them to separate. There was no need for any begging on her part. Fred's mouth accepted the offer of her kiss and allowed her pink oral probe to dart inside in search of his own tongue.
As his hands reached out to cradle and hold her lovely red hair, her tongue was suddenly twisting and whipping around in his mouth like a trapped snake, eager to find some way to escape. Her own hands were under his suit jacket, pressing on his waist, caressing and rubbing his body as her tongue continued its duel with his. Now it was his turn to probe into her mouth with his tongue. He had a long tongue, and it rushed across her palate in an eager attempt to reach into her throat. It didn't quite make it, but the pressure of his oral digit in believed possible. It thrilled Roseann to know that it had grown this way strictly because of the pressure of her body. Her confidence in herself and her ability was growing by leaps and bounds with every passing second. She was glad now that she and the girls had agreed to do this.
Her hips continued undulating against the thick length of fleshy pipe hidden in his pants. Even through the covering of his clothing she knew he felt every rounded bit of her own bulging, hairy mound. The tantalizing dance of her hair-surrounded vaginal lips seemed to make his bludgeoning shaft strain that much more stiffly against the fabric of his pants in an effort to be free.
Then her tongue was gone from his mouth and she pulled back a little, still in the circle of his arms. She smiled widely at him, her eyes more alive than ever as she realized she had been missing so much in life these past years, and now she was going to make up for it. More important, she was actually being paid.
"Are you this vivacious with all the other men?" he asked, smiling at her, bringing the hard reality to her that he believed she was a pro at this.
"I don't think about anyone else when I'm with a man," she replied. "That one man is the only person who really counts. After all, you're paying a lot of money for me, and there's no reason why you should feel you aren't getting every penny's worth."
"I didn't mean to be crass," he told her. "I'm sorry for sounding so commercial. I've been with her mouth made Roseann shudder.
She suddenly realized she was not only going to do whatever this man wanted, but she was going to relish doing it. She actually wanted to be unfaithful. No! No, it was more than that. She wanted to feel as if she were being loved, and oddly enough, even though the man was paying for it, he was willing to heap physical adoration on her, something her own husband hadn't done in many and many a year.
With her husband, Roseann always had to undress herself and then patiently wait in bed for him to throw his burly form on her and perform. With this man, she simply relaxed as little by little, he began peeling garment after garment from her body until she was totally naked. She wanted to step back and let him look at what he was getting, but the man held her close to him, continually kissing her the entire time. Her hands worked his jacket off, and she managed to toss it, without looking, onto the bed where their coats and her clothing lay. Her hand squeezed his buttocks and then undid his belt as she become more and more aware of the hardness between his thighs. She knew, without seeing it, that it was both longer and thicker than that of her husband. This was really going to be an interesting experience.
She discovered his buttocks to be an ever-increasing mass of tightening flesh under her manipulating hands. Meanwhile, she found it difficult to work his pants down because of the swelling in front. That other mass of flesh was fully grown now, and harder than she would have quite a few other women in my time. As you might have guessed, I'm the well known traveling salesman about whom they've written all those jokes. I go from state to state, usually here in Wisconsin, Minnesota, and the Great Lakes region. I sell farming equipment. I'm on the road one to two months at a time, and it gets lonely. Sure, I pay for companionship, basically because I find it's the easiest way to get a woman of quality. Hell! It's a lot easier than seducing some poor farmer's wife and risk having the man come after me with a shotgun. But all the other women have a coldness about them I don't find in you. Sure they make me feel good, and they tell me what a great lover I am. That's what they're paid to do. But you're the first one who's ever made me feel sorry I've referred to money. You make me feel like a man in love all over again."
She was unbuttoning his shirt now, one button at a time, having pulled his tie off while he had been talking. Because his pants were open, she found it was easy to reach the last button. Roseann smiled at him, then teasingly prolonged slipping it from the buttonhole. She seemed to fumble awkwardly, and then she finally undid it and slipped it from his shoulders. Then she tugged his undershirt over his head and stepped back, letting him get that look at her body she so desperately wanted him to have.
He examined her carefully, and there was no doubt she was a stunningly beautiful woman. The sight of her full, rounded breasts with their pink nipples and equally pink rosettes made his mouth water. Her white belly was flat and hard, and looking at her made his balls swell in his scrotum while the sac tightened in his groin.
"You finish the job," she said to him, pointing to his pants.
Fred needed no further urging. She was lovely! Her voice held the hollow, throaty sound of desire indicating what she wanted. He no longer thought of this as a paying proposition. Rather he sincerely believed that she needed precisely what he needed. It was something he would only be too glad to give her.
He wriggled out of his undershorts after having pulled off his shoes and socks, then let his eyes return to her, as if he were some schoolboy about to be treated to some wonderful delight for the very first time. He stared at her thighs, slender white pillars that surrounded a lush growth of reddish brown hair. He was barely able to see the pinkness of her tantalizing vaginal lips. They were already wet with her flow of juices, making the man sincerely believe she was attracted to him.
His eyes traveled back up to her breasts. They weren't really large, but they were nice and round and stood up beautifully. She breathed with an obvious excitement under his searching eyes, and the movement caused her breasts to do a slow little bouncy dance up and down and around. She turned her body a little to the side in order to give the man another view of her lovely global attributes. The white spheres of her mammarial flesh seemed to be astonishingly firm, the man would never have guessed she was the mother of an eight-year-old girl. Roseann looked a lot younger than her thirty-two years. She was the oldest member of the Bridge group, yet she looked almost ten years younger than she was. Her nipples stood up like tiny little reddish-pink spikes as blood continued traveling through them. They crested the whiteness of her breasts like little cherries sitting in the middle of a splash of cherry syrup on top of two white mountains of ice cream-vanilla ice cream.
Once more his eyes returned along the smooth, flat, white plane of her panting belly, watching it ripple as it moved in and out. He fairly salivated when he saw there were little sparkles of dew in the softness of her auburn pubic bush. Though it was obvious her pubis was heavily covered with hair, he also noted the hair ended abruptly, and though there seemed to be some few strands on her labia, there were none further back.
He raised his eyes and looked at her face. He noticed Roseann's eyes were looking hungrily at him as they wandered over his body. She paid particular attention to the jutting length of his throbbing penile pole jutting from his crotch. The hard shaft of his masculinity seemed to twitch and shudder under her gaze as searing sexual flame pulsed uncontrollably through its throbbing length.
The upstanding globes of her pert breasts shimmered as they seemingly sensuously swayed from side to side when she began moving toward him. He watched as the swollen nipples topping the rounded jugs seemingly traced invisible patterns in the air. Her temptingly full hips jutted outward in exaggerated fashion as she moved. All the while her eyes remained glued to him, like those of a large cat striking its prey.
Roseann stopped directly in front of the man so that her fattened nipples seemingly reached forward of their own accord and made contact with the man's body. Pleasing little tantalizing shivers shot through Fred's quaking body as the beautiful auburn-haired woman swayed slightly, working the fleshy buds back and forth against his almost hairless chest. Roseann's rich, chocolate eyes were locked to the dark brown eyes of the man, sparkling with glowing embers of burning inner lust.
Fred needed no further invitation to accept what the lovely lady was offering. He roughly grasped her feminine hips, and then he slowly moved his head toward hers. Her own head tilted the littlest bit in order to accept his advance. Her lips were instantly parted the moment their mouths met, allowing his tongue to enter her oral cave and probe again.
At the same time, Fred's anxiously searching hands began sliding slowly up the smooth slopes of the beautiful woman's sides. His fingertips reveled in feeling the excited little trembles that charged through her shuddering flesh. He knew it was his touch that was arousing her, and it made the man feel good. Usually the hooker was the aggressive one, feeling the necessity to give a man everything he paid for, as soon as possible, therefore unwittingly taking the initiative. Not so this woman.
She made him feel like a man in every way, making him work, though not too hard, for every enjoyable particle of her.
His hands continued their ascent, moving higher and higher until his thumbs were rubbing the undersides of her full breasts. He slid his remaining fingers across the lovely mounds, opening them in order to totally encompass their circumferences. The twin spheres of womanly flesh were constantly vibrating with eager anticipation.
As if not wanting to be left out of all this, Roseann's hands began moving, her hands becoming active. She made the man very much aware of the lightness of her taunting, tantalizing fingertips as they gently skittered down the fronts of his thighs, teasing the hard muscles there until they quivered just the littlest bit in eager anticipation. With the same tantalizing softness, Roseann's hands moved to the small of his back, and then they drifted downward to the man's flat buttocks. As if she had done this all her life, Roseann, in the manner of an expert seductress, ran her sharp fingernails over the roundness of his ass-cheeks, more and more aware of the hardened muscles underneath. Her fingers continued playing downward, delving into the dark crease that was his anal crevice, then sliding even lower between his thighs toward the ultra-sensitive hairiness of his wrinkled sac.
At that moment a rear attack on his masculinity was definitely not what Roseann wanted to do. She much preferred the more direct approach, especially since this would be her first penis outside the limits of her marriage. In a single easy motion her hands moved from the flat playground of his buttocks around front, to his crotch. She wrapped the demanding tightness of her squeezing fingers around the pulsing thickness of his throbbing penis, aware of its breadth, thrilling to the thought of it plumbing her vaginal depths in a very short while.
The tantalizing motion of her action was more than Fred's inner control was able to endure. With an urgency of their own, his fingers began digging roughly into the rounded fullness of her lovely breasts. Somehow they managed a mutual moan as their entangled tongues continued fencing with one another.
Constantly kneading, the man's hands were squeezing the heavily laden globes on her chest. As if giving her approval, letting him know how much she liked his grasping fingers, her tongue lanced into his mouth, flicking over the smoothness of his palate, urging him to continue, by all means.
Higher and higher his tantalizing fingertips moved, touching the pink circles of her areolae, then reaching for the cresting strawberries that were her nipples. As his hands worked, he continued tantalizing her, causing new and shuddering thrills to charge through her waiting body until, at last, he finally reached the rubbery extensions and began lightly touching them with the tips of his forefingers. She groaned. Then her probing tongue began whipping about inside his mouth that much harder. In return, he continued tweaking the hardening buttons of feminine flesh, his fingers constantly fondling them until they stood so stiffly, it felt as if they were ready to fall from her body.
Groaning, Roseann jerked a tightly squeezing hand up and down the outstanding, rigid length of the man's throbbing phallus. Her other hand reached between his spread thighs and found the scrotal duffel bag containing the delicate ovals dangling from the base of his throbbing organ. In the same rough fashion that he began working and manipulating her breasts, her fingers wrapped themselves around his gunny sac. She was aware of his egg-shaped testicles dancing around in his scrotum. All this did was excite her all the more, and as a result Roseann squeezed the puffy bag a little harder, feeling the balls all but rub against each other.
When the two people finally pulled apart, Roseann's lovely eyes found themselves fogged with unbelievable pleasure, realizing her body was still capable of deep passion in spite of having made stilted love with her husband for so many years. Her trembling lips began parting as if to whisper something, but then the man's hands once again grasped the firmness of her shuddering breasts. There were wo whispered words now; only the low, deep-throated moan of total desire.
The man's mouth closed in on hers once again, covering her thrillingly sensuous lips. Swirling and flicking, his tongue continued delving into the tantalizingly humid sweetness of her trembling mouth. She pressed herself closer to him, rolling the roundness of her breasts against the pressure of his palms. Her hand, in the meantime, continued up and down the shuddering pole of his manhood with ever-increasing pressure.
Slowly, carefully, yet seemingly unconscious of what they were doing, the couple lowered themselves on top of the spread of the bed with no clothing on it. There, lying half on, and half off this lovely, desirable bundle of living feminine flesh, Fred finally surrendered the hold he had on one of her delightful breasts. In what seemed like slow motion fashion, in a manner designed to prolong his taunting manner, he began tickling his fingers over the smoothness of her flat stomach, moving lower and lower until they probed into the auburn hedge covering her pelvic mound.
The mounting moans of continually gasping passion constantly were issuing from the lovely woman's aching throat. She forced her delightful thighs even wider apart, allowing herself to yield to his exploratory touch. Roseann trembled and quaked as the man's ever-moving fingers began weaving through the lovely reddish down toward that extremely vulnerable slash that was her vagina. Her gripping fingers tightened their hold on the stiff roundness of the penis she refused to release.
Very much aware of the delightful woman's consuming need, thrilled that a woman actually needed him as much as he needed her, Fred tickled a wet finger into the dripping pool of her oil-filled vaginal tunnel. In an uncontrolled spasm of sexual energy, Roseann found herself squealing and bucking her hips upward. Realizing how much she enjoyed what he was doing, Fred pushed his finger even deeper into the tightness of her open hole as the lovely lady sought to impale herself. Then, as if his finger were a cock, he began pumping the digit in and out of her tight, hot pussy. Her lips, twisted with ecstatic wonder, were suddenly tugged from those of the man as a low, constant groan built in her throat and came seeping out between her lips.
Finding the woman so soft and yielding and so accepting, enjoying the fact that she was sharing herself rather than merely ministering to him, he strove to drive her to the very edge of thrilled rapture before drilling himself into the tightness of her body. His finger was only too aware of how tight she was, so totally unlike all the other whores he had ever known. He maneuvered another finger into the wet crease between her loins, but instead of thrusting it into the tenderness of her sucking vagina, he slid it up along the feminine dimple to the apex where her inner labia came together. Even the most awkward of lovers would have been able to find that which he was seeking. But this man, having been handled by, and having handled, dozens of whores, was far from awkward. He seemed to know exactly how to handle the extended nubbin. Her clitoris was there for the touching, and touch it he did. Roseann's shuddering body began bucking wildly once again under the delightfully intimate contact.
In a tantalizing, almost teasing fashion, his forefinger pressed against the throbbing, excited bud. Lust-laden whimpers came in response to his titillating touch. He continued brushing and stroking the tiny pleasure-sensitive nodule in an action that drew another series of almost pitiful little cries from the beautiful woman under him. He continued rolling and fondling the agitated button until her hand released its crushing grip on his throbbing cock and forcefully pulled his fingers from the heated kiln of her aching cunt.
"NOW!" she gasped, her voice a whisper of strained hoarseness. "FUCK ME ... FUCK MEEE ... FUCK ME, NOWWWWW!"
Without the least little bit of hesitation, the man slid atop Roseann's willing body. Her other hand, the one that had been clutching his balls, now moved a little higher and guided the thick head of his throbbing penis to the wet lips of her vagina. Thrilling tremors of flaming excitement began charging through her eager body as the helmeted thickness of his aching glans twitched anxiously between her inner labia. She felt every throb of his lust-pulse, and she loved the feeling.
The rigid little buttons that were her trembling nipples tried hard to dig into the man's chest as she rolled her sweat-covered breasts solidly against him. Roseann writhed under the man, her flat belly hot and yearning, pressed all the more tightly against his. Her buttocks twirled over the bedspread again and again.
Fred moaned uncontrollably as his throbbing penile point was caressed in the delightfully enveloping warmth of the gooey inner lips of her vagina. At the same time, her own hands pressed and tugged at his buttocks as if trying to force the fullness of his pulsating length into her wantonly delightful body.
"NOWWWW!" she gasped, her voice croaking with a desperate urgency. "NOWWWWW ... UUUNNNGGGHHH ... PLEEEAAASSSE ... GIVE IT TO MEEEE ... GIVE IT ALL TO MEEE. . . HHUUNNGGHHAAGGHH..."
The last sound was the result of his doing precisely as she asked. He gave it to her, all at once. In a single solid, drilling stroke, he speared himself all the way into her.
"Y-E-E-E-E-E-SSSSSSSSSS!" she hissed, gasping her approval once he was all the way in and tried easing herself from her humid depths.
"Again!" he told her.
"ALL OF IT..." she groaned. "ALL OF IT INSIDE AT ONCE!"
His ass-cheeks tightened until they formed a solid boulder of muscular tension. His hips began jerking downward, and the full length of his pulsating cock dove into the yielding ocean of oily liquid warmth contained in the pocket between her thighs. It was a thrillingly delightful invasion of vibrant masculinity.
In an uncontrollable jolt of sexual pleasure, the woman's body went wild. Roseann gasped as the rock solid piston shafted itself deep into the open chasm of her sucking cunt.
Then she relaxed and let her buttocks fall to the bed as he bathed his throbbing prick in the heated wetness of her shuddering body. He lay perfectly motionless, delighting in the clutching, squeezing grasp of her pressuring vaginal muscles as they gripped themselves around the throbbing thickness of his hard cock. He thrilled with wondering delight as her hips continued moving beneath him in undulating circles. The sloshing softness of her interior sucked on him, and the wispy flow of her pubic down brushed very gently over the base of his belly and the insides of his thighs.
Slowly, teasingly, almost lingeringly, he finally withdrew. The lovely auburn-haired woman grasped at his buttocks with her nailed fingers in a desperate attempt to prevent his leaving her body. Her soft pelvis arched high, working hard to retain the fleshy masculine pillar that presently threatened to leave the aching cave of her vagina.
Slithering backward, straining to drag his hard cock out of her, he stopped only when his pulsating cockhead was poised once more at the very edge of her vulva. He paused, waiting for a moment, watching with extreme delight as the beautiful woman lying beneath him actually trembled in anticipation of another stiff invasion.
Then his buttocks began twitching and he drove the full length of his fleshy pole into her with what seemed like unmerciful roughness. He ground into her as if her body was his for the taking and he was a brutal rapist, literally smashing his crotch into the tenderness of her pubic mound. She cried out in unadulterated pleasure, for his pubic hairs had stung her clitoris as her groin had received the full thrust of his jarring plunge. Her wanton form willingly accepted and caressed the unyielding stiffness of his throbbingly solid penis, enfolding it in the tight and loving channel of her squeezing belly.
Abruptly he jerked himself out of her and then once more knifed into the soddenly sucking sweetness that was her flooded cunt. The fiery heat and inner softness of her trembling vaginal depths was unbelievable as far as the man was concerned. He had fucked many a woman in his time, but this was the first time his cock felt as if it was sinking into a blast furnace. He groaned again and again, his own throaty lust swamping him as her flowering vaginal tunnel completely closed around the full length of his driving cock, and then proceeded to squeeze.
He started pumping into her very violently now. He moved in and out in a steady rhythm, working within the heated wetness of her sucking hole. His balls continued slapping into the rounded cheeks of her ass. All the while he continued drilling deeper and deeper into the enveloping well of her belly.
Roseann clung tightly to him. Her fingernails bit into the man's shoulders. like cushions that had come alive her breasts heaved upward bouncing solidly against him as his auger continued reaming into the vapor-filled tunnel of her femininity. Her cries were now one loud, continuous groan. Her lovely hips slapped up to meet each vibrant lunge of his throbbing penis.
She was close now. He knew it, and for this reason he suddenly stopped moving, keeping the full length of his shuddering shaft anchored in the richness of her wet heat.
She continued wriggling, squirming, and twisted beneath him. Her slender thighs were quivering as if begging for a renewal of the penile attack. Her groans were pleadings for satisfaction, yet he remained motionless. Her eyes, heavy with sexuality, fluttered open and looked into his, and begged.
But the man remained still. The swollen head of his throbbing penis pulsated against the back wall of her tender vagina, prolonging what she found to be agonizing torture. He waited, waited a little longer, then waited some more. That was when the hunger that consumed his burning testicles lashed out like a swirling, burning nebula, and he began moving again.
Every nerve in his shuddering torso was alive with searing desire for this woman. He tightly grasped her rounded shoulders and plunged into the openness of her very willing vagina. In his own brutally ravishing manner, he continued battering into the quivering labia of her volcanic vagina. His swollen prod continued plumbing her tightly narrow depths, churning through her feminine channel. His cock was stretching the yearning tightness of her feminine softness as he grunted, snorted, and rampaged like a lust-crazed bull suddenly gone completely wild.
She bucked, groaned and gasped, gladly, gratefully accepting each pelvic smash of his crotch, hitting back with a bestial lust that matched his. Her vaginal lips opened like the petals of a flower welcoming the sun, her inner pinkness soggy with her own juices. Her interior membranes clutched his cock all the more tightly, lovingly caressing every thick millimeter of his peter. He tugged back, then pumped himself right into her, thrusting her plump outer labia wide as his organ sank its way once again into her fiery feminine core.
Sweat-slick and burning hot, their bellies loudly slapped against each other. Roseann found herself moaning and groaning as never before.
Fred's hands squeezed her shoulders for support. The sweet, white softness of her smooth flesh turned now to a flaming redness under his squeezing grip. But at that moment Roseann was unaware of anything other than the driving swollenness that continually filled her quaking belly as if trying to drive itself right through her spine. Her fingernails raked downward to his buttocks then once again clawed their way up his back.
She squeezed him more and more tightly. The humid crushing hold her vaginal chamber had on his throbbing cock became all the more close as she attempted to make her vagina fit around his organ the way a glove fitted a hand. The pleasure-piston between her thighs was building the energy in her that much higher, and she knew if she didn't peak shortly, her entire interior would explode right through her body.
Fred ramrodded his pulsating cock in and out of her tightly yielding interior as if trying to nail her to the mattress with his fleshy spike.
Again and again he moved the rigid stanchion through her quivering feminine chamber, only to sink it that much more deeply once again. Roseann found herself totally incoherent, making sounds that seemed to come from some helpless animal. Her body quaked and her thighs trembled as she weakly attempted to grasp him all the more tightly. She whimpered once more, and then cried out in a veritable typhoon of total delight. A cyclone of rapture caught her vibrating form in the blast of total orgasmic release. Her tight cunt contracted and then dilated, her vulva crushing the base of his cock while her interior opened wide to accept all of him as she writhed and squealed losing herself in an all-engulfing tide of pleasure. .
"EEEIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHUUUNNN-GGGHHHAAAGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHH-AAAIIIYY Y AAAGGGHHH AAAGGGHHH!" she screamed, rolling beneath him, unable to believe the ferocity with which she was climaxing.
With equal violence the man's balls suddenly blasted off as he bellowed a loud, "YYYAAA-RRRGGGHHHUUURRRGGGHHHAAAGGG-HHHUUURRRGGGHHHAAANNNGGG-HHHAAAUUUWWWAAANNNGGGHHH-UUUGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHH ! "
Fountain after fountain of heated, steaming semen gushed into the spasmodically contracting well of her vagina. He was stiffening and shuddering in a hip-thrusting frenzy that helped him empty his testicles into her feminine well.
Still wantonly willing, Roseann realized she was exhausted for the moment. So was he. The two of them collapsed together, a mass of quaking, trembling flesh. Their bodies were slippery with perspiration and heat. The two of them moaned and groaned as their lips brushed over the necks, throats and cheeks of the other in silent gratification.
Eventually his relaxed penis slipped from the ocean of mixed juices inside her. He eased himself from her still quivering body and lay back, and fell into a light sleep.
Roseann closed her eyes, and she drifted off to sleep as well. It was a dreamless sleep, but it was so peaceful.
When she opened her eyes, she found him staring at her, and he smiled, saying, "You're a woman of your word. I expected you to be dressed and gone by now."
"What time is it?" she asked.
He looked at his watch and said, "Twelve-forty-five."
"You still have more than two hours coming to you," Roseann replied. "I believe in giving value."
"You sure do," the man nodded. "I'm wondering if you'll be here when I come this way again, in a month or so."
"If not me, I'm sure you'll encounter one of my three friends whom I think you'll find equally enjoyable."
"Sheesh!" he said, shaking his head. "Sounds as if you have some kind of club."
"We do," Roseann replied. "We try to bridge the distance between our own poor selves and well off, lonely men like yourself, in. need of companionship. You might call us a Bridge club."
CHAPTER THREE
It was two-thirty when Roseann and Fred left the room. He went with her to the restaurant, he to get something to eat, she to collect her envelope. The other three women were still sitting there, waiting.
When Roseann left, the three women picked themselves up, paid the check, and followed her outside. She was already in the car in which all four of them had come, sitting on the passengers side, obviously too whacked out to do any driving.
Marilyn got behind the wheel of the car, while
Pearl and Eileen sat in back. The car started, pulled out of the parking lot, and once it was on the road, it was Pearl who squealed, "Tell us all about it."
Roseann smiled, and she told them, in very intimate detail, everything that had happened between herself and Fred. When she had finished, Marilyn said, "He sounds like a very nice man."
"He is a nice man," Roseann replied. "Did you think only racketeers and creeps had the kind of money we're asking for? Eileen picked the perfect place. The motel is a wayside stop for all kinds of traveling men. There are bound to be creeps among them, but for the most part I think you'll find them all as nice as Fred."
She opened the envelope, counted out the hundred-and-forty dollars, and reimbursed Eileen, who had paid both, Shelly, and for the room, in advance, keeping the hundred for herself.
"Did you feel any pangs of guilt whatsoever?" Eileen asked.
"Guilt? What for?" Roseann wanted to know. "For being treated as if my body was something worthwhile instead of a simple sperm receptacle? Don't you think I know that Leo fools around when he's out on those overnight gigs? No, I don't feel the least bit guilty about it. I'm only sorry we can only do this one day a week. It's nice to have this extra, unreported income to spend, but it's just as nice having earned it. I can say in all honesty I enjoyed every minute of it. It's a moment in my life I'll never want to forget."
"Just to be on the safe side," Pearl suggested, "it might be a good idea if you go to a lab outside of Camden and have your blood checked, you know, to make sure you don't have anything."
"I will," Roseann nodded. "You know, from now on, the price has just gone up another ten dollars. If I have to take a lab test every week, I want the fee to be part of my earned expenses."
"You liked it that much?" Marilyn inquired.
"You'd better believe it," Roseann told her. "I'm coming back next week. Are you ladies coming with me?"
"You can bet I am," Eileen announced. "After all, I'm the one who thought this whole thing up. If it works as smoothly with me as it did with you, that extra money will go a long way toward buying me a lot of nice clothing."
"I'll go along with it," Pearl nodded. "My husband is a loving slob and all that, but all the kick has gone out of it for us. Count me in."
"Marilyn?" Roseann asked, putting the money in her purse.
The tiny woman felt her heart pounding. She wanted to, yet she was afraid. If she didn't, the three might ostracize her, and she didn't have any other close friends in Camden.
"Me too," Marilyn finally said.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was now the third Wednesday in January, and the four housewives, all seductively dressed, all wearing eye shadow, eyeliner, rouge and lipstick, walked into the restaurant-bar of the Holloway Motor Inn. The four of them walked over to the bar itself, and Eileen slipped the advance money to Shelly for reserving the four rooms for them. She also slipped him an extra hundred; twenty-five for each of them.
This was the easiest money Shelly had ever earned. Hell! If he weren't on duty, he would have taken it into his head to score with one of these dames himself. They were all great lookers, and each one seemingly had something different going for her.
It was Pearl who was picked up first. The man who walked over to her was no youngster. From the look of him he had lots and lots of money, and when he asked Pearl how much, she told him, "A hundred-and-fifty, room included, and I'm yours for three hours."
He was a little on the skinny side, and he had a white mustache and beard. It was obvious he was used to hookers, and he asked, "What would you charge for two men?"
"Two men?" Pearl gasped. "Sorry, but I only take one man at a time."
"Suppose I made it double the price, three hundred. Would that be enough?"
Three hundred? The extra fifty that was part of the second hundred-and-fifty would be pure gravy. She would net two-hundred-and-fifty.
"No bondage, no domination, no sadism or masochism," Pearl insisted.
"Of course not," the man nodded. "We're civilized people."
"Both of you are clean?" she asked.
"As a whistle," he nodded.
"Who's the second man?" she asked.
"He's my son," the man explained. "My name is..."
"First names only," Pearl told him. "Right. My name is Phil. My son is Guy."
"Where is he?"
"He's out in the car."
"Why?" Pearl asked. "Is he some kind of grotesque man?"
"No," Phil explained. "He had polio when he was younger, and it left him crippled. He can't get around too well. But that's no reason for him not to have a little sexual contact now and again."
"No, of course not," Pearl nodded, her buxom breasts heaving against her blue silk dress as she felt a twinge of pity.
"Then you'll do it?" the old man asked.
"Okay," Pearl nodded.
He didn't even question her possibly trying to skip. He gave her the three hundred up front. It was Pearl who insisted Shelly put it in an envelope and hold it. This was as much for her own good as that of any customer. This way, no customer would be able to use her, then take the money back again. Shelly was not the kind of man one simply took money from.
She went with Phil out to the parking lot. He walked over to a brand new Lincoln Continental, and he opened the door. The man sitting inside was probably a year or two younger than Pearl's thirty. He had a boyish face, and his upper torso was as strong as that of any football player. He used special brace crutches with which to walk, and it took him some minutes to get out of the car. Then they slowly walked to the steps, and it took him a good five minutes to climb them. When he finally got to the top with Pearl and Phil behind him, she led the way to the room since Shelly had given her the key.
Once they were in the room, Pearl realized the young man, for all his good looks, was not painfully shy.
"How do you want to work this?" she finally asked.
"I want you to blow me," the young man said. "I know it sounds crass, but that's what I want. You can work up to it with dad first. Take your time, and then you decide when you want to do it."
He had removed his coat, and then he had stripped off his pants and undershorts, and Pearl felt her heart go out to the man. His legs had never properly developed. They were branch thin, though she had to admit the penis he sported between his legs wasn't the least little bit deficient. It was only semi-erect at the moment, but even this way Pearl saw how awesome it was.
"I've ... uhhhhh ... never sucked..."
She wanted to say she had never sucked a cock before, but she was supposed to be a whore. Supposed to be? Hell! She was a whore. No matter what she might have done with her husband, or might not have done with him, these people were expecting her to suck.
She had already taken off her outer clothing, including her red boots and her pantyhose. Once she removed her panties and her brassiere, letting her full, weighty breasts swing free, Phil, the old man had her put her boots back on for effect.
"What were you going to say?" Guy asked.
"Just that I've never sucked anything quite that large before," she told him.
"You'll be able to handle it," the young man nodded.
The old man had also undressed. He was on the thin side, but, like his son, he sported a solid penis, and it was at least as long and as thick as that of the younger man.
"Let's get right down to it, honey," he told her. "I'll do the fucking, and whenever you're ready, you can do the sucking. Okay?"
"Sure," the round-faced woman nodded, patting her dark hair, making certain it was in place as she stared at the younger man sitting on the corner of the bed, his penis still thickening as it began standing up.
"How do you want me?" Pearl asked.
"You kneel on the bed next to Guy," the old man said. "I want that lovely round rump of yours sticking up. I'm an ass man myself, and I like squeezing a good ass while I fuck a cunt."
Pearl shrugged, got on the bed on which Guy was sitting, kneeling with her face pointed toward his penis, but still a good distance away from it. She put her weight on her elbows as she lifted her ass into the air.
"Yeah," Phil nodded. "That's the way I like it."
Pearl was aware of the bed sagging behind her as the skinny old man climbed on. He had strong hands for such a thin man, and he roughly tugged her buttocks apart, kneeling his way between the soft nakedness of her tender white thighs.
In the position in which she was kneeling, Pearl, turning her head to the side, was able to look into the mirror across the room and see everything going on. By now, the old man's phallus was fully erect, and she was amazed at the size of it. It looked longer and thicker than his arm. The organ was absolutely monstrous, as was that of the younger man who had turned his body around and spread his thighs so that she was able to look into his crotch when she stared straight ahead.
As she watched, the old man reached down and gripped the immense organ he possessed, the head a bright and lustful red. His hand squeezed the phallus solidly, and as a result, a colorless droplet of seminal oil appeared at the tip and then fell like a strand from a spider's web to the covers below. That had to be the longest penis Pearl had ever seen, except possibly for the one still hardening in front of her. She had served as a nurse's aide in a hospital, once, and as a result had seen more than her share of penises. But damned! None of them were like these two.
"I don't know if I can handle anything like that," she gasped.
"You can, you can," the old man assured her. "Believe me, I've fucked quite a few women with it in my time, and it's been known to give the utmost pleasure."
"Please ... it might be a good idea if I gave you back your money..."
"Don't be silly," Guy said softly, almost reassuringly. "The way you're acting, one might think you were a complete novice at this. Come on now, stop acting so innocent. Dad explained everything to you in advance. We're not going to hurt you or rough you up. But I think you'll agree we're entitled to what we want for our money."
"I just didn't know the two of you would be so hugely constructed," Pearl insisted.
"You just stay calm and you'll be able to handle everything," the old man assured her. "I'll try a little simple dogs-tyle fucking to begin with," he told her. "Just to get you properly in the mood. Once you're totally relaxed, I'll show you a little fun trick I learned down in Mexico many years ago. Believe me, if you stay relaxed, you'll be able to handle everything."
The old man bent down and began lightly kissing the goose-pimpling flesh on the lovely young woman. He kissed her waist and her back, but she was well aware of the bulb-like tip of his penis moving up and down against her rounded, rubbery ass-cheeks. The tip was already parting the soft, dark hair between the palpitatingly tantalizing lips of her vagina, and she was surprised to discover she was wet between her thighs. She was so wet, she was leaking, and it was running down both her thighs. The throbbing cock moved closer to her cunt as he kissed his way higher, pressing his mouth to the nape of her neck. Slowly he began pushing, and she was aware of the knob of the old man's cock separating the lips of her trembling vagina. She jerked her body backward, and her labia seemed to open of their own accord. The man pushed! Her tight, elastic entrance resisted momentarily, and Pearl held her breath as the pulsating penile point continued pressing relentlessly forward, and the pressure made her quiver and almost pull away. Only his hands, now gripping her shoulders, pulling her back kept her from getting away. Even so, he wasn't hurting her with his hands. In fact, his hands were relatively gentle.
Phil was enjoying himself. He didn't often get out with women anymore. As a result, when he did, it was a real treat. He had gotten into the habit of taking Guy along with him because he wanted his son to enjoy women just as he had.
This one had a nice, tight pussy. All cunts were tight to a cock as thick as his, but this one was a little tighter than the others. He would have to move carefully.
Pearl had her hands digging into the mattress, and the pressure of the thick penis pushing her vulva walls outward was becoming too distressing. She began mewling with discomfort.
Phil was used to hearing women initially complain when he pushed forward. He wasn't really a sadist, but it did make him feel good to know his cock was as sturdy as ever, and the whimpering sounds the beautiful round woman was making reassured him. He grinned at his son, who, seeing his father smile, grinned back. Then Phil shoved a little harder, causing Pearl to emit another long, low moan from the deepest part of her throat.
"HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" she gasped. "IT ... UHHHH ... HURTS, IT HURTS ... TAKE IT EASY!"
The old man smiled again, not an evil or sadistic smile. It was a knowing smile. He knew damn well she wasn't really feeling pain. Tight as she was, she was equally elastic. He had fucked less tight pussies with less elasticity, and the other women had been able to handle him without any trouble. A cunt as yielding as this one ought to be able to take his cock with no trouble whatsoever.
"UUUNNNPHHH!" Pearl gasped, realizing she wasn't in any real pain, yet afraid that if he sank the organ any deeper he might really hurt her.
Phil held his breath and shoved his throbbing cock forward very slowly. The lust-bloated head pushed deeper and deeper into her womanly grotto, forcing the giving walls wider and wider, opening her up. He had the tip well past her opening now, and it was sinking into her slowly. There was that delicious resistance that really made fucking something worthwhile. He pushed, pushed, pushed, and little by little it continued fitting itself into her.
"OH MY GOSH!" she gasped, realizing what was happening to her. She was taking it, after all. Yes, she was going to be able to take the breadth of the organ. Her heart was in her throat as she felt her interior continually expanding from the constant driving pressure of the penis as it kept on pushing into her. The man was unbelievably immense! Had she not already allowed the cock to begin probing inside her, she would never have believed herself capable of taking this much.
Phil was enjoying himself. This was one fine lady. She hadn't really protested too much, and she was doing her best to please him. True, she was grunting because of the pressure of his cock inside her, and he understood this, but it didn't slow him up at all. Slowly, surely, relentlessly, he continued his driving penetration of her tender vagina, flexing his hips and sinking his cock into her a little more at a time until suddenly he was unable to control his movement any longer. He had to start fucking!
Taking a deep breath, the old man rammed forward with all the strength he was able to muster, dropping his light weight down in a hunching crouch over the roundness of her full, heaving white buttocks, reaching under her to grab and squeeze her large breasts. The old man drove his bony hips into her white, almost baby-like softness with the brutal force of a knight driving his lance through the body of an opponent. His powering cock caused the tender walls of her shuddering vagina to spiral, making her inner cavern move in rippling waves before his cruelly advancing penile flesh. There was no way for him to hold back now, and he drove in deeper and deeper until, with a loud grunt, he felt his weighty testicles smack solidly against the hair-covered mound of her vagina below. Un-like Roseann, Pearl's vagina was completely ringed with dark hair.
"GGGHHHAAAUUUNNNGGGHHH. . . HHHAAANNNGGGHHH!" the helpless woman suddenly gasped, trying to pull away, but staring at the massive stanchion now in front of her, knowing to pull forward would bring her face into contact with the throbbing pike. "OOHHHH! I'VE ... UHHHH ... NEVER FELT SO FILLED IN MY LIFE!"
She was completely clogged with the full length of the old man's solidly tensed organ, the massively throbbing shaft buried to the very depths in her tightly trembling belly. It felt as if it was in much farther than her belly. She would have sworn she felt the head of the phallus pushing into her throat. Pearl was certain she felt every vein, every wrinkle, every line of the overpowering masculine flesh widening her. She had never felt anything like this before in her entire life. It was almost as if this were her punishment for having willingly undergone this adultery.
At that moment the lovely housewife, obscenely skewered in her cunt from the rear, felt her tormentor starting to once again move. She took a deep breath, sucking air as far into her lungs as she was able, holding it, not knowing just what was going to happen next. He began jerking his body on top of her back, his narrow masculine hips flexing, causing the head of the huge penis to continue burrowing deeper and deeper between the lips of her wide-open vagina.
"UNH! UNH! UNH! PLEEEAAASSSE ... GO SLOW ... I CAN'T TAKE IT IF YOU PUSH SO HARD AND SO FAST."
She was gasping, panting for breath, her shiny red snow boots continually beating a violent tattoo of futile protest on the bedspread. Her elbows were digging in as well, and she felt pain shooting through her upper arms.
At last she felt him lift his skinny body off her back, though he still had the front of his thighs pressed against the rounded cheeks of her buttocks. His hands released the fullness of her two dangling, throbbing breasts to tightly grip the lovely lady around her narrow waist. At the same time his widespread, knobby knees forced her thighs even farther apart, and as a result he pressed his groin a little closer to her. This drove the length of his throbbing cock as far into her vagina as it was able to go, and there was still an inch or two remaining outside. Then, very slowly, he began moving the pulsating organ in and out, in and out, letting her body sink into the bed each time he pulled back, then actually lifting her off the bed when he thrust forward, his own groin taking the weight of her crotch for the moment. He began speeding up, and soon he was fucking into her with demonic fury.
"Thattaway, pop," the younger man was saying. "Still plenty of life in you. Give it to her good, make her feel it!"
Phil had no idea just how long were the other penises this woman might have taken, but he did know his was the broadest to ever penetrate her body. She was so damned tight!
Had anyone told him she was a mother-that a baby had once come out of the channel into which he was now poking his cock, the old man would not have believed it. Hell! If it weren't for the fact that she was one of the members of the oldest profession in the world, he would have believed her to be a near-virgin, she was so tight inside.
He looked down at the roundness of her lovely ass-cheeks. She had a big ass, all right. Later on, if she didn't do something about it, it would all turn to fat. But right now it was solid, really solid, and he had to admit, he really liked looking at the way her firm cheeks jiggled in time to his thrusts, yielding to the pressure of his thighs each time he pushed forward.
Pearl looked straight down, not wanting to look at the younger man in front of her. His thin limbs didn't bother her, but that enormous penis of his scared the hell out of her. He actually expected her to take that monster in her mouth. She didn't think her lips would be able to spread themselves apart wide enough for her to fit such a monstrosity inside.
The old man felt Pearl beginning to respond to his driving thrusts even if she was unaware of it at the moment. He felt a sense of glee at having initiated another tight pussy to the glories of his shuddering cock. He stared at the way their bodies were joined in a lewd sexual union. Hell! He knew men half his age who were no longer able to get it up. Not only did he have a good cock for a man his age, but he had a good cock for a man any age.
Just looking at the pepper-and-salt color of his own gray pubic hair meshing with the dark hairs on Pearl's lovely pussy had him thoroughly aroused. Each time he pulled back, he was able to see the rim of his corona almost pulling out of her leeching cunt, and then he would push forward and bury his cock in the tightness of her inner quim all over again, feeling her walls hungrily slurp around the organ. The sight of her tight, pink labia, stretching to the point where they were close to tearing each time he pulled back gave him a bigger thrill. The elasticized vulva clung very tightly around the white-skinned base of his throbbing cock, and looked very much like a sucking mouth.
His hands held her very tightly for a long moment as he savored the delightfully sensuous scene of her youthful womanly beauty totally impaled so helplessly on the long end of his throb-bingly thick phallic lance. Just looking at the way this young woman was kneeling in front of him brought to mind his wife, dead now these many years, who had let him fuck her any and every which way he so desired. The mere thought of his wife, added to the pressure of the cunt surrounding his cock, brought the old man to the verge of a climax. He was aware of the heaviness in his lust-tightened testicles, continually churning with the pressure constantly building in them. He had picked himself a real winner this time. He'd make sure she never forgot him by giving her the fucking of her life. Somehow, he restrained his orgasm.
The lovely Pearl lay frozenly helpless beneath the older of the two men she had agreed to accept as her play-for-pay mates. Her fears were very slowly beginning to fade away. The violent movements of the old man made her feel he wasn't trying to harm her, but in truth, he was trying to make her feel the thrills he himself was feeling. As a result, her fears continued fading. For the first time since she had walked into this motel room she was no longer sorry. Everything was going to work out, after all. True, these men were not the ideal lovers like the one Roseann had scored with the previous week. But hell, this was a business. One didn't merely turn a man away because he didn't look like the ideal lover. She supposed there would be plenty of ideal lovers mixed in with the various men she would continue meeting if she stayed in this afternoon occupation.
Her husband had been relatively quiescent in the way he had made love to her over the past few years. The man now fucking her was a sex-crazed monster, and Pearl had to admit she loved the feeling of being overpowered this way. There was little for her to do other than respond as he fucked. Each time he pushed forward, all she had to do was shove back. The feeling was continuing to mount inside her, and she believed that by the time the old man spilled his seed into her, she would be climaxing herself.
Her mind went back to the sudden way his cock had violently torn into her. It hadn't really hurt her, but the pressure had frightened her more than a little, and for a brief moment she had imagined the pain rather than actually having felt it. Now, as his massive organ continued pumping in and out between her tender, rounded thighs, moving at a steady cadence, she concentrated solely on the pleasure such an overpowering organ would bring her.
Pearl began solidly flexing her vaginal muscles, and with the passing of moments, the flexing became tighter and tighter, automatically surrounding the throbbing length of penis. She was thrilled the instant she began this action because she realized it incited the old man to drill into her even faster and harder, sinking his aching cock into the quivering depths of her more-than-willing vagina. She was aware of her tantalized interior membranes clinging reflexively to his thrusting prick, wrapping themselves around the organ as if intending to become part of it. The hard rubbery tip continued poking into the tender rear of her vagina, bumping against the back wall repeatedly. Helplessly she clenched her teeth as she felt delight charging up inside her. She knew the feelings she was experiencing had nothing to do with love. This was raw, physical, lusting sex, and she clenched her teeth against the pleasurable lust and fought to endure the mounting sensations just a little while longer. If she gave in to the enjoyment of it too quickly, she would climax before the old man, and then she wouldn't be able to enjoy the continued fucking.
"UMMMMM ... AAANNNHHH ... IT FEELS SO BIIIIIG ... UUUNNNHHH..." she began moaning and gasping pitifully, hoping to make him slow down a little in order that she would be able to maintain some control over herself. "NOT SO FAST ... PLEASE!"
The old man slowed down, but just a little, letting his throbbing penis surge in and out of her in an established rhythm that she was more able to learn to adjust to. The ache slowly lessened as she discovered herself bringing her passion under some kind of control. Prickling sensations were not only filling her tantalizing cunt now, but were starting to travel outward, through the rest of her lovely body. Pearl thrilled to the way the old man reached underneath and, with his finger, massaged her clitoris in order to enhance the sensations for her.
She continued wiggling her buttocks back against his thighs, slamming the rubbery ass-cheeks salaciously into him as greater and greater sensations of lust continued building up inside her. By managing to control herself, by managing to hold back that initial orgasm she had been feeling, she now felt the sensations all the more strongly shooting through her quivering body. Blood pounded through her arteries, and her dangling nipples continued to scrape the bedspread beneath her. This was the most delightful fucking she had ever known, and it was coming from a man she had no emotional feelings about.
Little by little her interior was becoming more and more accustomed to the immense size of the hard cock continually skewering into her tight vagina from the rear, and her body, unable to control itself any longer, began wriggling, writhing, twisting, turning and twitching, and she heard her own lips making small mewling noises of acceptance. It was an incessant sound that told Guy she was responding as vibrantly to his father's driving cock as all the other women had. Well, it wouldn't be long now before it would be his turn to enjoy her. It was obvious she was the kind of woman who got enjoyment from doing this, and that was the best kind of woman as far as Guy was concerned. He cleared his throat, reminding Pearl of his presence. This caused the full-breasted woman's tight cunt to contract causing more lascivious sensations to swell and flare within her defenseless loins. The old man, in the meanwhile, continued his regulated pumping, filling her cunt with his cock again and again.
By now, Phil was well aware of the urgent, answering throbs of her vaginal walls as they continued clenching the full length of his heatedly buried penis. Her wetly clasping vaginal flesh had begun a vibrant opening and closing performance around his constantly pulsating member as Pearl realized the thrills in her that were mounting would not be able to be held back by her. This time she was going to hit the top of the rainbow. The sound of her pleasurable mewlings filled the room again and again, and her head was wildly whipping from side to side as pain shot through her elbows, reminding her to put some of the pressure on her forearms.
Pearl's hips were continuing their slow, sensuous rotation around the stiff length of cock buried so deeply in the tenderness of her soft, white belly. She looked in the mirror across the room and saw the old man was clenching his teeth tightly together as he sensed the mounting crisis she was about to attain. He slammed his thighs all the more solidly against her ass-cheeks, smiling to himself, knowing he had definitely won her over.
"YES, YES YES!" Pearl was now gasping, droplets of perspiration falling from her temples onto the sheets below. "JUST LIKE THAT! FUCK ME HARD! FUCK ME DEEP! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
Then, just like that, instead of keeping up his driving pace, the old man began to slacken off a little, slowing down more and more until he came to a full stop without unloading his sperm inside her tight pussy. His mammoth rod simply lay there, totally unmoving in the tenderly tight narrowness of her vaginal tunnel.
"My God!" Pearl began gasping. "Why in God's name are you stopping right now?"
She was screaming at Phil, driving her cunt back and forth on the quiescent rod, her hips lifting themselves even higher into the air and rotating very frantically. "PLEASE! FUCK ME ... PLEASE!"
"How bad do you want it, sweetheart?" Phil asked, his white beard wiggling a little as he spoke.
He continued flexing his throbbing penis inside the beautiful woman, making her more aware than ever of his bloated width.
"You know how bad I want it," she gasped.
"Bad enough so you're willing to suck my son's cock now?"
Pearl ought to have been disgusted at the mere thought of what the old man was suggesting. Oddly enough, not only was she not repulsed by it, but felt something she was unable to comprehend; a new wave of unparalleled sexual excitement. It saturated her thrillingly abused body, causing vibrant chills of lust to slam their way violently through her. Any imagined discomfort had totally dissipated, finally giving way to a new, maddening, completely electrifying tingle that delightfully began deep within her penis-plugged pussy and then began slowly, steadily, relentlessly spreading outward through all the raw ends of her exposed nerves. She was suddenly a mass of exquisite oily moisture, feeling the sensations between her shuddering thighs as she continually rotated her hips from side to side against the solidly impaling penile organ. Pearl was vibrantly aware of the way her vagina was dilating and sucking in crazy tempo to its rhythmic, albeit unmoving throbbing swells. The man kneeling behind her remained totally and completely immobile, maintaining his steel-like grip on her slender waist, allowing her now wildly trembling body to continue pumping back and forth at will along the rigid column of heatedly wet masculine flesh and gristle; the one thing that bridged them.
"UUUNNNHHH ... OOOHHH ... YESSSSS..." she gasped. "I'LLL ... UHHGGHH ... DO ANYTHINNNNNG ... ANYTHING AT ALLL," she admitted, the feeling in her body one of total wonder as she realized she was indeed going to suck the younger man's cock.
"All right dear lady, now just move forward while still on your knees until you can get your head above Guy's penis."
The younger man forced his skinny legs apart and lay back, propped up on his elbows. He was going to watch this.
Moving as one, the lovely, frustrated, dark-haired housewife and the old man who fucked like anything but an old man slowly inched themselves forward, moving closer and closer to Guy. He lay there, his blue eyes glazed with delight. It had been some time since his father had taken him out to enjoy a woman, and he had to admit he really missed it. Maybe, after she sucked him off, she'd let him fuck her as well. Hell! Even on crutches he was able to fuck, once his cock was inserted in a cunt.
Moving on her forearms, the beautiful round-faced woman continued moving forward until her head was poised directly over the body of the chalk-white younger man.
"Far enough!" Phil told her. "Now open your mouth and go to work."
Pearl raised her bowed head and opened her eyes, staring at the monstrous pole sported by the younger man. It was almost as if Nature had compensated him for his not being able to really use his legs by giving him a sex tool that was out-sized and apparently over-sensitive, for the nearer she came to it, the more it twitched, shuddered, and jerked. She stared at the vibrating organ with wide open, astonished eyes, no longer looking at the man's thighs. Her concentration was taken up by his penis and his testicles. The balls were well-matched to the baton-like cock, a brilliant red sac that was as colorful as the upstanding stanchion on which rested a plum-shaped head. The man was panting heavily, breathing through a partly open mouth as he lay there, unable to move, awaiting what he had longed for, for so great a period of time.
"GO ON BOY!" Phil said to his ton. "GO ON AND FUCK THAT LOVELY FACE OF HERS! YOU CAN DO IT!"
One minute the penis was just a waving wand, and the next minute it was right there, directly beneath her mouth, and his hands were gripping her head, yanking her forehead into her belly. The tip of the penis brushed against her lips, and Pearl was terrified. This was something she would never have dreamed of doing with her own husband. The idea of doing it with a stranger was appalling, and yet, feeling the colorless fluids smearing themselves all over her lips, Pearl suddenly found herself anxious to do it. She parted her shaking lips and felt the younger man's thick phallic dome stretching them wide into an elongated smile as the organ forced its way between her jaws, stretching her muscles.
The weighty penile pole pushed hard, and her cheeks were suddenly forced outward and her mouth was being made to open as wide as possible. She was terrified Guy would become angry when he felt the edges of her teeth scrape his flesh, but the man made no sounds other than those of utter delight. The head of the shuddering cock pushed its way to the rear of her mouth, and then the astoundingly thick head was pressing into her narrow gullet, stretching the opening, fitting into her pharynx.
Pearl's mind was in a blistering turmoil as she was only too well aware of the way the rubbery tip bypassed her larynx while pressing into her esophagus. He-'s doing it! He's fucking that monstrous pole of his into my mouth!
Pearl ought to have been repulsed by it. She was waiting for the feelings of nausea to overcome her, but the feelings never came. For some strange, unexplainable reason, a reason Pearl was unable to understand, the pressure of the hard organ swelling her gullet felt goodl She didn't know why, but she wanted this raging phallic length to go on humping into her defenseless mouth while the older man-the father-continued ruthlessly fucking her tight cunt from behind. It was all too wickedly wonderful and obscene for words, and Pearl loved every moment of it.
"How d'you like it, honey?" the older man asked, his little beard hobbling as he spoke.
He was laughing as he stared down at her wetly gripping vagina, watching the way it sucked up and down the length of his lust-thickened prick. The thick, pink ridges of inner coral labia pulled out, clinging to the penis as she continued screwing her now eagerly sucking mouth further down the monumental pylon of masculine muscle. Her ovaled lips pulled harder and harder as she sucked again and again, worming her sweet pussy back along the vibrant length of the father's gleaming phallic stem. Both penises felt so inhumanly thick, and yet so wonderfully pressuring. Pearl realized she was doing most of the work herself. The two men were barely moving. She found out she was enjoying every minute of it. She felt a certain inner pleasure knowing the two orifices in her quaking body were constantly bringing pleasure to both men at the same time.
Pearl had to admit, sexually, this was the single most exciting thing to ever happen to her in her life. She had never, but never had this kind of enjoyment with her husband, despite the fact that she was still madly in love with him. This was totally different. It was wicked, it was depraved, and the very salacity of it made it that much more delicious, and she loved it all the more.
"Ready for the little treat I promised earlier?" the old man asked. "You know, the one I learned in Tijuana?"
"HUUUMMMPHHHUUURRRGGGHHH!" was the only sound she was capable of making since her mouth was crammed full of Guy's overlong, over-thick tower of masculine power.
Phil knew he wasn't a young man any longer. He was also well aware that his days on earth were numbered. Yet at this moment he felt a renewed sense of power, a revitalization, so to speak, as he withdrew his pulsating penis from the wetly seeping vagina of the beautiful housewife-turned-prostitute. His overpowering desire caused his lascivious stiffness to throb with the new thought that had entered his mind. He, too, was convinced she was a real pro, and he felt he'd love to teach her a little something more than he was certain she probably already knew. Aroused as he was, he was certain he would probably be able to go on all night as he braced himself. He was about to assault her anus, little realizing it, like her mouth, had been virginal until now. He poised his ready member, using his fingers to smear more of the viscid liquid oozing from the tip all over it. His fingers even dipped into her vagina and took some of that oil, as well, coating the full length of his throbbing cock. Between the oils from both their bodies his penile peg was as slippery as an eel.
Although he wasn't certain whether or not she was used to being "canned," he did know what he was about to do was something few women experienced in their lifetimes. She had one tight-looking ass-hole all right, and he knew he had to keep that cock of his well-greased.
Now he oiled her flinching little anus with some of her vaginal smear as well, making Pearl wonder just what it was this old man had in mind. She didn't have too much time to concentrate on it though, because her head was bobbing up and down in rapid cadence as her lips continued strongly sucking the thickness of the heavy cock in her mouth. Each time her head went down, Guy pressed a little harder on the nape of her neck, as if trying to force his thickness down her esophagus. The one or two times he did penetrate that tight interior, Pearl began choking and gagging uncontrollably.
The old man's fingers were continually teasing her ass-hole, and one of the fingers actually poked itself into her, back there. He plunged his finger all the way inside, making those lush buttocks of hers wiggle uncontrollably. He worked a second finger into her rectum despite her garbled protests, and then he began forcing his fingers apart, spreading her sphincter so it was unable to grip anything. He stretched the muscular ring wider and wider, and then poked the head of his throbbing prong inside. He pulled his fingers away, and her sphincter snapped shut around his coronal rim. It clenched his vibrating cock very tightly, winking at him as if dreadfully anticipating what was coming next. Phil smiled, then pushed his cock in, very hard.
"GGGRRRGGGMMMPHHHAAAWWW-RRRGGGW W WPHHH!"
"Yeah, honey," Phil told her. "I know it's a little uncomfortable in the beginning, but you'll get used to it. Hell! Right now all you're really feeling is the head and two or three extra inches. Here's a little more for you, though." He shoved again!
Sparkling cold shudders ran vibrantly up and down the helpless woman's spine. Her buttocks wiggled and her mouth bobbed up and down all the more vigorously on the penis she was sucking. There was some pain, but not anything Pearl felt herself incapable of handling. Her rectal walls, like her vaginal walls, were extremely elastic, and as a result she was able to withstand the way he drove inch after heavy inch of heavy penis into the narrow tightness of her rectal tube.
She felt herself totally incapable of raising her head right now to protest. Guy's hands were pressing down on top of her skull as he moved his body, humping his cock in and out of her sucking mouth. She felt the slippery length of the oversized organ continually rubbing wetly against the saliva-coated softness of her licking tongue. The penis in her mouth was leaking with thrilled excitement, but the cock was so thick, she was incapable of swallowing, and as a result found herself dribbling from the corners of her lips.
The hot cock buried in the tightness of her rectum was more than halfway in, by now, and Pearl wondered if she was capable of taking the entire length of it. She was feeling a lot more stretched now than when he had powered his penis into her vagina.
"You just take it easy," the old man told her. "Relax, and I guarantee you, you'll ... Uhhhhh ... enjoy every little bit of ... aaannnhhh ... what I'm ... ohhhhh ... doinnnggguhhh
Pearl found herself tensed and ready for more pain. But little by little the stretched feeling in her rectum was lessening, and she was all set to feel the man shove his throbbing organ into her that much more deeply. Suddenly he was withdrawing, and the housewife felt as if the man was pulling her colon out through her rectum.
"Now for the fun parrrrt..." the man told her.
Abruptly the long penis was pushing forward, but this time probing inside her narrow vagina. He stroked rapidly in the tight tunnel of her cuntonce, twice, five times, ten times, and then he pulled out again.
"Now up the old back way," he told her, laughing out loud. "This is what the Spanish speaking people refer to as despunta.! "
"GGGLLLRRRGGGHHHMMMPHHH-WWWNNNLLLPHHH!"
He pounded that much more deeply into her rectum this time, stroked a few times, then pulled out and returned to her vagina. Again and again he moved from one orifice to the other, fucking the ass, then fucking the cunt, moving more and more rapidly now. Ass, then cunt, ass, then cunt, in one-out, then in the other-and out. Each time into the tight pussy the cock slid a little easier because her vaginal throughway had been heavily greased with her own secretions. Each time he plunged into her rectum, it felt, to Pearl, as if the throbbing cock sank just the littlest bit deeper, reaching that much farther into her large intestine. Soon the full length of his penis raced all the way inside both tunnels.
After many thrilling moments, Pearl felt delightful and shuddering sensations building to new heights within her quaking body. She was a wanton woman, a prostitute, a bawd, a hoyden in every sense of the word, because her mind accepted all this as easily as her body, now. She loved it, her interior vibrating from the way Phil's phallus switched from her vagina to her ass-hole and back, causing little flickers of building thrills to overcome the delightful wisps of simple pleasure she had been enjoying up to now. The new sensation was overcoming everything else, and she realized she was feeling a series of tiny little anal orgasms while the delicious pressure in her vagina continued building higher and higher.
The cock was moving so rapidly now, it would stroke once into her rectum, pull out, then stroke into her vagina, doing it all so quickly, Pearl felt as if two penises were invading her rear and vaginal causeways, while yet a third was crammed into her mouth, trying to push into her gullet. She wanted to shout out how much she was enjoying it all, but Guy continued pressing his palms on her head on each downstroke, and as a result, the penis in her gullet was sinking deeper and deeper inside, gagging and choking her. Still, her mind seemed to shout, Yes, yes, yes, fuck my ass! Fuck my cunt!
Fuck my whole body!
Her mind was in a total abyss of bubbling pleasure. She reacted to feelings, no longer trying to think about what was happening to her.
Father and son gloated, chuckling as they looked each other in the eye, enjoying the sight of her nude body constantly increase its hungry up-and-down motions and gyrations with the passing of every deliriously wonderful movement. The urgency of her backward thrusts against his body continued mounting steadily, becoming more and more pronounced as her eagerly sucking mouth began dripping saliva from the corners onto the bedspread which had never been pulled back.
The old man was enjoying the heatedly oozing secretions coming from the crushing stricture of her crushing pussy as well as the lessened tightness of her rectum as he continued driving violently, rhythmically, into the twin orifices, moving with such cadence, he, himself felt as if he was using only one hole. Only the up-and-down motion of his body let him know each thrust was in a hole other than the one he had previously used. The sounds of sucking noises made by his penis moving through the two "channels sounded exactly the same. He enjoyed the way she was thrusting her buttocks back at his forward-driving cock, no matter which hole he was invading. It was she who labored to accept the full length of his broad phallus.
His slender, gnarled hands slid up her sides to the full mounds of her swollen breasts and again, squeezing, he pulled on her nipples, though the forced leverage really wasn't necessary. Right now, he was pulling her paps simply for the sake of enjoying the feel of them.
Pearl found herself able to grunt and groan around the thick penile length jammed down her clogged throat as it continued racing in and out of her sucking mouth. She sucked on it naturally, as if she had pulled on a flesh pipe all her life. The long, white, slippery thickness of the slender young man, as well as the equally incredible thick phallus of the older man who had apparently masterminded all this merely caused all kinds of enjoyable thrills to build inside her.
She ought to have felt some kind of humiliation, but she didn't. She was using them as much as they were using her. If she wasn't a person to these men, then they weren't real individuals to Pearl. If she was simply someone to be used by them, they were the same thing to Pearl, but the big difference was, they were paying to be used. She felt herself slowly being lifted to pinnacles of thrilling, shuddering delight the like of which she had never been able to know with her own husband. She was close to achieving her own satisfaction, and she wondered if the two men would fire at the same time she actually came. That would really be something.
The old man was half-crazy with thrilled desire, as he tugged his deeply buried penis from the grasping clutch of her squeezing rectum until only the swollen helmet remained inside. He changed his rhythm, and when Pearl tried lifting her ass in order to feel him plunge into her vagina, she realized the cock was lodged in her ass. As the understanding came to her, the old man began slamming back and forth in her rectum very violently, letting her, in essence, know, he intended climaxing in that particular shaft. He would spill his hot seed in there because he had no idea what kind of protection she used, and he knew, even at his age he was capable of siring children. Another man wouldn't have given a damn, but Phil liked this woman so much, he intended coming back for more in the future, and he didn't want her slapping him with any kind of paternity suit.
The wetly quivering walls of her narrow rectal passage continued clasping and unclasping anxiously around his angry red rod of driving flesh. It slithered its full length all the way inside, feeling itself devoured by her ass as he drove in to the hilt. His sperm-bloated testicles continued slapping solidly against the wet crevice leading into her tantalizing vagina. He crammed into her with a sudden violence.
Now Pearl knew she was reaching that master peak. This was going to be it.
Phil's thickly expanding phallus dug into the tightness of her ass-hole like a vibrating steam drill, while at the same time Guy was increasing the up-and-down movements of his own buttocks while jerking her head with his fingers, signaling the impending ejaculation down her throat. The cords on her neck stood out in bold relief as she felt herself totally overwhelmed. If this was what it meant to be a whore, then she loved it. Doing this had to be the most singularly spectacular thing she had ever done in her entire life.
"GGGHHHUUURRRGGGHHHLLLCCC-HHHUUUGGGHHH!" she managed to groan around the throbbing length of the youth's throat-plumbing cock. "HHHAAARRRGGGHHH-LLLNNNCCCHHHGGGRRRWWWNNN-GGGLLL AAACCCHHHRRRGGGHHHGH!"
Her vaginal walls separated and her interior feminine culvert opened like a thousand tiny warm springs, emitting a flood of heatedly gushing secretions. The liquid dribbled down both her inner thighs and fell onto the bedspread, staining it. At the same time she swirled her tongue around and around the bloated length of the semen-bloated penis pushing as far into her narrow gullet as possible. She found herself eager to taste the man's sperm.
"GHHHUUUNNNGGGEEE ... GGGHHH-AAARRRGGGHHH ... GGHHUUCCHH!" she gagged, twisting and writhing and squirming between the penises that continually fucked into her, both front and rear, her cries of mindless rapture spurring the two men on in a mad race of wanton lust. Bright flashes began going off in her shuddering mind as she continued grunting out her gagging joy, the juices of her climaxing gushing in ceaseless spurts down between the full, quivering rounded columns of her red-booted legs.
She was now aware of Phil, the father, jerking and tensing and cursing as hot jets of his sperm fired deep into the forever-stretched depths of her rectal tunnel. Her head continued whirling with totally depraved sensuality as heatedly powerful squirts continued splattering wildly inside her, filling her belly with the wicked and wonderful nectar of his sex.
"YYYAAARRRGGGHHHAAANNNGGG-HHHAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAA-UUU W WW AAAGGGHHH AAAGGGHHH!" the old man shouted, and almost immediately the sound of his voice was followed by the equally thrilled yells of his son as Guy began firing spurt after spurt into Pearl's mouth. Eagerly, she drank it all, sucking the heavy fluid down her throat.
I'm a full-fledged whore now, Pearl thought, and knowing it only made everything that much more enjoyable.
CHAPTER FIVE
Because Roseann was now the most experienced member of the four women, she'd had almost no difficulty in picking up a golden-haired salesman at about the sme time Pearl had been picked up by the old man. Marilyn and Eileen sat on their stools, watching, each feeling a tinge of envy, yet each feeling a gnawing, well aware it probably wouldn't be much longer before one of them, if not both of them, would have their turns.
Eileen was startled when a man sat down on the stool beside hers. She had purposely put on an old mini-skirt, one that had been out of style for years, displaying her legs, letting everyone see how firm and pillarly they were. She wore pantyhose under the skirt, but she knew it would be a waste of time to slip on panties as well. She was definitely going to become involved with a man, and she didn't want to risk the man's impatience by her having too much to take off. After all, this had initially been her idea. Had she not suggested it to the girls, all of them would probably be in one or the other's houses, bored as all hell, playing Bridge and still talking about doing something like this rather than actually doing it.
The man looking at Eileen was not exactly her idea of a dream man, but he was not exactly bad-looking. To begin with, he had a brown mustache and a goatee. He looked to be worldly, sophisticated, and as the moments passed, Eileen realized the only fault she might be able to find with the man was his height. He stood at five-six, which was only an inch or two taller than she. He was slender, and from the suit he was wearing it was obvious the man was well-to-do. He wasn't one of the many itinerant salesmen who wandered in and out of the motor inn.
"May I buy you a drink?" he asked, his brown eyes taking all of her in as a finger touched the side of an almost aristocratic-looking nose. "This is relatively new to me, and I'd like to talk with you."
This, obviously referred to his picking up a woman. Not that he was actually shy, but he was definitely not used to it all.
"I'm drinking a martini," she told the man.
He called Shelly, the bartender, over, and ordered two martinis. After Shelly had brought them and the man had paid, he said, "I know this sounds silly, but I don't know how to go about this. I've never done it before."
Eileen blushed, not wanting to tell him this was her first time as well. The man might not want to do anything with her, and as apprehensive as she was, she was also in dire need. Her own husband had been so lax of late, her body was screaming for satisfaction.
"I'll make it easy for you," she told him. "You give me a hundred-and-fifty dollars here and now, in advance, and I'm all yours from twelve until quarter-of-three. As long as you don't hurt me, bruise me, or make me act like some kind of animal, you can do anything and everything you wish with me."
The man reached into his breast pocket, removed his wallet, and said, "Fine. You can call me Tint. Just Tint."
Tint! Probably a shortened version of his last name, though Eileen was unable to be certain.
"I'm Eileen," she told him, accepting the money, calling Shelly over, and having it put into an envelope. That was when he handed her a room key.
CHAPTER SIX
"This may sound somewhat ridiculous," the man said to her as they entered the motel room.
He took her coat and hung it in the closet, then removed his own coat and did the same.
"What may sound ridiculous?" she asked.
"I'm ... uhhhhh ... used to having resistance. My wife and I were married for more than twenty years, and I took her to bed about two nights a week. For the first nineteen-and-a-half years she struggled with me, sometimes crying, sometimes screaming, always struggling, and I became so used to it, when she suddenly went limp the last half year of our marriage, I wasn't able to take it. I'm so used to having a woman trying to talk me out of sex and fending me off, I discovered sex just isn't any fun when the woman either doesn't give a damn or is actually willing. So what I'm asking is, do you think you can sort of pretend to fight me off for a little while-you know, struggle a little, try and talk me out of it. You don't have to get really violent. I just kind of want to feel I've made a conquest, if you follow me."
"Of course," Eileen replied, her voice meek and timid, immediately falling into the character he wanted.
It wasn't a difficult thing for her to do. After all, much as she wanted this, all her training was against it. She knew from the start she would be scared. Funny that she should encounter a man like this her first time out.
She had pulled the spread off the motel bed, and the two of them sat on the edge, looking at one another. They sat there for awhile, still looking at one another, appraising each other, and Eileen felt a modicum of apprehension. When the man leaned forward and kissed her, she jumped, even though she wasn't really surprised. She responded with a kind of scared enthusiasm, one of her hands inadvertently reaching out and squeezing one of his inner thighs. The tips of her fingers touched his penis, aware it was already rock-solid, and from what she was able to feel, his penis was unquestionably large considering his height.
Tint was anxious to make love to the woman. He hadn't had a woman since he and his wife had separated, some two weeks earlier. He had been living in a furnished apartment. He was well able to afford keeping up support payments as well as his own rent money because he owned his own small glass factory in a small village not too far away. The instant he kissed the woman he realized how much he was in need of a woman, and for a moment he forgot what he had told Eileen, abandoning all caution.
Hell! He had wanted her from the first moment he had seen her. In spite of her bluish-tinted hair, or perhaps because of it, she was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. She was no run-of-the-mill tramp, he knew that, in spite of the way she was displaying herself at the cocktail bar. She was the kind of woman he might well go after once he and his wife were divorced.
His long-simmering desire boiled up as he tugged her against him, unbuttoning her blouse, slipping his fingers inside and almost amateurishly fondling the swell of her right breast. She wasn't wearing a brassiere under her opaque blouse, and he felt the fullness of her bare flesh right away. It was a firm, smooth melon, and he shuddered with delight, thinking of it as more like that of a girl than a woman.
Eileen was still nervous, and remembering what the man had instructed, shoved him away very suddenly. The motion was so utterly unexpected that he nearly tumbled off the bed, but he regained his balance in time to prevent that from happening.
"No!" she gasped, squeezing her eyelids tightly shut and banging her fists against her own knees. "This is wrong! We have to fight it. We can't simply give in to sex and show ourselves to be animals."
"We must!" Tint snapped, immediately falling into role playing and discovering how much he was enjoying it.
"You don't seem to comprehend," Eileen went on. "Companionship is one thing, where a man and a woman are with one another and can talk. This is what lifts humans above the levels of animalism. You and I are two sensible adults. Why must we be tempted into acting like lusting beasts. No, Tint," she continued. "We have an example to set for the younger generation that is going to follow us. They're so impressionable. We must learn to control ourselves so we can teach them to control themselves."
"I want you!" he gasped.
"No ... please ... stop it this instant..."
Tint almost felt as if he was back home again, but this time the woman he was with was unquestionably more desirable than his stiff wife had been all those years. He wanted this woman! She was really something spectacular. He had never met anyone quite like her. She seemed so much like the different women he met at church socials, and yet there was that air of sexuality about her that let him know she was his for the taking if he struggled long enough and hard enough. Kissing her had been totally unlike kissing his soon-to-be-divorced wife, and he had been aroused irreversibly. Though he had coerced his wife on occasion, he had never actually raped her, simply because the woman wasn't worth raping. But if this woman rejected him too strongly, he knew damn well he would attack her. He had to have her.
Tint grabbed Eileen, firmly pinning her arms to her sides this time to forestall the possibility of another shove. She was swinging her face from side to side in total negation, and when she finally stopped shaking her head, he pressed his mouth forward and kissed her all the more solidly.
Eileen stiffened as she knew he wanted her to do, and yet she had to admit to a certain lascivious thrill at feeling another man's lips kissing her mouth. She made loud noises of protest around the kiss. Then, unable to control herself, aroused as she was, she temporarily reversed her field, suddenly becoming very soft and yielding. She gratefully accepted the man's lips, tasting his mouth, enjoying the flavor of the martini he had swallowed. Then she found herself almost taking the offensive, actually demanding more from him. Her hand returned to his groin as if his throbbing cock was exerting some kind of magnetic pull on her fingers. She tugged alternately at his belt and zipper, unable to decide which one ought to be undone initially.
She was doing absolutely nothing about getting out of her own clothing, and Tint was the one who took the initiative. He slid his hand beneath her mini-skirt and tugged it up to her lovely hips. She resisted, but her resistance remained totally passive. She didn't actually struggle, but at the same time she refused to make things easier for him by lifting her buttocks from the bed. Not that it bothered Tint. His own wife had also resisted, and he'd always had trouble removing her garments, whether it was all her clothing or simply her sleeping gown. Hell! It had always been like this! Even in his high school days, when he had been fooling around in the back seat of some car-or-other, he knew damn well he'd have to work for anything he got from a girl. Usually it was just a few squeezes, rubs, fingerings, and clitoral manipulations. Very few females actually allowed him inside.
He wanted to suggest that the lovely white-haired woman help out, but he was wary of saying anything at the present time. If he started talking, she might regain her self-control, and that meant he would have to start all over again. So he continued struggling in silence, rolling and tugging and pulling on the mini-skirt, trying to free it from the protection of her seated buttocks.
Eileen had meanwhile figured out his belt and his zipper. She fumbled, not used to undressing man. Tint began wondering about her. It was possible her ineptitude was some kind of act, since he had, after all, ordered her not to seem too initially willing. Yet she seemed so helpless he had a strong feeling this was all very genuine. He wondered, briefly, what kind of sex life this woman had with all the various men he assumed she had enjoyed at one time or another, assuming she did enjoy them. He had tried so many ways to arouse his own wife, he had the feeling that her frigidity was possibly his own fault, and he hoped he would be able to perform satisfactorily with this woman.
Eileen's fingers continued playing up and down the pulsating length of the short man's cock. She seemed fascinated by it, amazed that something like this was so immense considering the man's height. She appeared intrigued by it, much the way a bird is fascinated by a serpent. Now that she had finally tugged the heavy organ out of his pants, she was unable to take her eyes from it. Still, she seemed to be fighting of the fascination she felt for it, not wanting to be overcome by it simply because it was longer and thicker than that of her husband. She held it lightly, touching it with both hands at once. Her breath was coming in shuddering pants as she continued gazing at it. Leaning forward, she finally gave him the chance to tug her mini-skirt out from behind her, and through her transparent pantyhose he was able to see the wedge of brown curls on her pubis, affirming the fact that she was considerably younger than her silver hair led one to believe.
"No..." she finally gasped, once again falling into the role in which he wanted her. "I don't want to do this ... I can't! You'll have no respect for me as a woman if I let you do what you want to do!" she gasped.
"Don't talk about it any more," he insisted. "Do whatever your body tells you to do."
Tint was totally taken aback, almost leaping up from the bed, Eileen's motion was so quick. Un-like the other women in her Bridge club, she practiced a few things with her husband. Fellatio was one of them, and now she went down on this bearded man the way a hungry dog would go for its dish.
She blanketed his lap with her short strands of blue-white hair as she sucked his throbbing penis deep into the burning depths of her tantalizing mouth. She moaned around it, letting him know how much she enjoyed doing this.
This was something Tint had not known since his school days. His wife had definitely nQt been a cocksucker, and he had really believed something like this was no longer done. Not only did she suck prick, but she was ardent about it, making him feel thrilled and delighted. He was incapable of believing any woman actually liked doing something like this, and yet the way her mouth worked told him otherwise. She was doing this not merely to please him, but to please herself. The woman had a delightful technique, sucking up and down in long pulling slurps, but more important than her technique was the obvious passion with which she was going about doing this. She plainly relished all this. She sucked so hard, he thought his throbbing penis was going to be tugged inside out. Her slim, aristocratic nose was pressing all the more solidly into his short-covered belly as she took the hard length of his ramrod not only into her mouth, but into her throat, where he believed it was not humanly possible for any woman to maintain a cock.
He began writhing, kicking off his shoes, pulling down his pants, and even getting her mouth to relinquish his cock for the briefest instant as he tugged down his undershorts. He did it all with great difficulty as her mouth hungrily returned to sucking, not really wanting to disturb her so that she might take it into her head to stop. He had so completely immersed himself in the role of aggressor, he was afraid too much movement on his part might cause her to go into yet another fit of refusal. He sat there on the bed, wearing his suit jacket, his shirt, and his tie, and he suddenly felt very foolish being like that. He hurriedly took everything off.
Eileen had been enjoying herself so much, giving the man such a determined blow job, she had him violently aroused to the point where he wouldn't have been able to last more than a few more minutes inside her mouth. Quite possibly she was aware of this, as well. Whatever the reason, she slowly pulled her tautly puckered lips upward, releasing his cock, though doing so unwillingly. It was thick and wet and red from the pressure of her sucking, and it was swollen so stiffly that the man feared it might simply burst. Eileen kept her lovely face very close to the throbbing organ, blowing cool air all over it, murmuring to it, occasionally licking it in long, languid sweeps of her wet tongue.
"Oh what a beautiful cock..." she whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. ". . . I just love the way it stands up so tall and so straight. I adore the rich, musky, manly aroma it gives off ... I love the way it tastes ... I want you to put it inside me! I want you to bury it all the way in me and fuck until I beg you to stop."
"What makes you think you're begging me to stop would make me so do?" he asked, totally overcome by her ravishing beauty.
She didn't respond to his attempt at being witty.
Instead, her head went down and her nose buried itself in his scrotum. She began tickling the hairy sac all over with her licking tongue, making the skin shrivel and tighten as her mouth worked its way around the throbbing extension. He was totally taken off balance when she pushed him back on the bed with her hands and moved her mouth even lower. With one hand she lifted his balls out of the way, and then her tongue was licking at his ass-hole. She made a stiff rapier of her oral organ, thrusting it quickly and deep, and the unexpected shocking tingle of his lingual touch made his throbbing prick quiver and stand straight up to an almost agonizing degree of swollen tension.
He had been afraid his hands, touching her, might snap her out of her reverie and make her resist him. But at last he decided she was so totally committed to what she was doing, nothing would stop her. He was certain she would not be able to fall back into the former character of a woman resisting after all she had done. But he didn't know Eileen. She had been paid to perform, and the performance included occasional token resistance.
He had opened and removed her mini-skirt, and then he had started unbuttoning her blouse. He expected her to cooperate with everything now. Instead, Eileen suddenly went rigid. She tugged her face from his crotch and clapped her hand over her mouth as if ashamed of the wayward manner in which she had outrageously behaved. She flashed the man a wild, terrified look as she tried pulling her blouse tightly closed. She did this so vigorously, she tore the blouse under one armpit, and this caused her to be confused for a moment. She wasn't that rich just yet that she was able to afford tearing any of her clothing. The reason she had come here with no panties or brassiere on was to avoid risking having them torn from her. Instead, she was the one doing the tearing, pulling on her own blouse until it ripped.
"No!" she gasped, her real confusion mingling with the act she was putting on. "This is wrong ... so wrong. What I did was wrong. I'm begging you to help me fight this feeling inside me. I'm not really like this. Something simply came over me, just like that..."
"I understand," Tint said to her softly, taking her off balance with his gentleness for the moment.
Then he grabbed her with such overpowering force, he even surprised himself. She struggled, and the rip in her blouse began widening. It didn't tear along the sleeve, but rather down the front, and as a result, the lovely musk melons that were her breasts now came into view. Tint stared for a moment, then without a sound he buried his bearded face in them, sucking the left one into his mouth and pulling on the nipple. Whatever she had said to him no longer mattered because she was definitely aroused, her rubbery nipple solidly hard and taut with excitement.
She stopped her wriggling and squirming, but once again she didn't actively cooperate. Instead, she went limp, much the way his wife had done during the last months of his marriage. She said nothing for awhile, but then gasped with shock when he tore her blouse completely from her body. m
A part of the man's mind was still able to marvel at the maddening lengths to which this strange woman had driven him, acting so much like his wife. He had never felt such lust for his wife. Hell! He would have to pay her for ruining her blouse, but that was small enough compensation for what he intended getting from her. He was starting to roll with desire and had no inclination to stop.
Eileen tried wriggling away when the man finally pulled her pantyhose down, but she didn't try too hard. She didn't want him tipping that, as well. He slid them from her feet and tossed the nylon off to the side. Then he touched the flesh of her thigh. Her white skin was silky and smooth, and not that fish-like softness his wife had felt. Instead of flabbiness, this woman's thighs had firm musculature beneath. As his hands began sliding higher, her legs slowly separated. She was once again lapsing into her compliant phase, making the man indeed feel he was some kind of conqueror.
Her vagina was a gashed apricot, and at the moment it was oozing a sweet sticky liquor against his fingers. Her interior was tight, but yielding, and her clitoris was so aroused, it stood up like a tiny little bone-like extension of herself. He slid his fingers against the pink nub-like extension, rubbing it with a slow, rhythmic massage, and its taut surface became even harder and wetter.
She lay on the bed now, her body spread out beneath him. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she was breathing very irregularly through her parted lips.
"You still want me to fuck you, don't you?" he asked.
"YESSSSS!" she hissed, her voice so small he was barely able to hear what she was saying.
She was doing everything exactly as he wanted. Now if she only would go the rest of the way. In all the years he had fucked his own wife, she had silently accepted what he had done to her, never once saying anything or opening her mouth other than to occasionally grunt and let him know she was alive. Now he had to have a woman tell him how much she wanted him to fuck her.
"Please say it to me," he whispered, his voice actually begging her to say the words. "Tell me exactly what you want."
Eileen opened her pretty eyes and looked into those of the man pleading with her.
"I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!" she told him, emphasizing the word, her voice crackling with lust-filled desire. "I want you to take that huge, wonderful prick of yours and push it into my vagina and screw me with it until your sperm comes out of my ears."
"Say 'please' " he asked.
"PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE, FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! PRETTY PLEASE WITH ALL KINDS OF SUGAR AND HONEY ON IT. FUCK ME, AND I PROMISE I WON'T TRY AND FIGHT YOU ANYMORE. YOU'RE TOO MUCH OF A MAN FOR ME!"
This was what the man had always ached to hear from his own wife. All those years wasted with a woman who was as frigid as the North Pole.
"I want to do something with you I've never done to another female," he told her. "I want to lick your cunt. Is that all right with you?"
"YES, YES, YES, I'D JUST LOVE IT. PLEASE ... EAT MY PUSSY!" she moaned, and then she spread her legs wide apart.
He hesitated for a moment. Her wild changes of direction were thrilling him, arousing him as never before. Up to now, her resistance had been relatively token-just enough, but he didn't rule out the fact that she might take it into her head to once again fight him off and become physical in so doing. He only hoped she wouldn't get carried away with the role and hit him over the head with a nightstand lamp. Certainly he hoped she wouldn't get it into her head to give him a knee in the balls.
But not even these thoughts were going to deter him for any length of time. He had ached to eat a pussy all his life. The girls he had dated in high school had refused, and his wife had most certainly refused. Though he had never done it before, he was certain he would be good at it, if only because he wanted to do it. He was certain, once she felt the tip of his tongue inside her, he would dissolve her last vestiges of resistance ... a resistance he had asked for simply so he'd be able to overcome it.
He slid his body between her widespread thighs, looking at the rich pinkness under the brown hair, and salivating. Her deliciously voluptuous body lay totally naked before him, and it looked even more wonderful now than she had appeared when he had initially seen her sitting at the bar. Her skin was a light, soft pink, the kind of rosiness that denoted health. Her breasts were nice and full and he wanted to squeeze and crush the blazes out of them. Everything about her seemed so perfect. Shit! If she was his wife, she wouldn't be here now doing this. He would have had her working with him in his factory during the day, and then he'd fuck her so silly at night she would never want to be with anyone else.
Reaching forward, he used his thumbs to brush aside the few strands of hair covering her lovely cunt lips. She trembled a little when the balls of his thumbs stroked her pliant outer labia. Eileen automatically pulled her knees back, pressing them into her breasts, raising her oozing vagina and offering it to the man so that he was able to pay oral homage to it. He lowered his face and kissed it very gently, savoring its saltily delicious flavor.
His tongue suddenly leaped out and began tracing the soft oval of sensitive coral flesh, working in circles, moving closer and closer to her vibrating clitoris. When at last he touched it with his outstanding oral probe, Eileen gave a wordless gasp of utter pleasure. She slid her calves over his shoulders and began squeezing his head between the soft fullness of her columnar thighs, pushing her vagina all the more solidly against the man's mouth. He was delightfully and totally surrounded and buried in a darkness that was alternately smooth and hairy, wet and slippery, deep and oily with her leaking vagina juices, and he pushed forward, struggling to bury his tongue that much more deeply into her feminine whirlpool.
"OHHHHHH ... HHHHHAAAAANNNN-HHHHHH ... YOU'RE ... AAAAANNNNHHHHHHHH ... S-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O GOOOODUHHHH ... Eileen found herself moaning. "PLEASE ... HAAANNNHHH ... COME OVER HERE ... UUUU-NNNNHHHH . . .PUT YOUR COCK IN MY ... UNNNHHH ... MOUTH ... I WANT TO SUCK YOU WHILE YOU'RE ... AAANNNHHH ... LICKING MEEEE ... I WANT TO SWALLOW YOUR SPERM, THE FIRST TIME ... UUUUNNNN-GGGHHH ... YOU CAN ... OHHHHH ... FUCK ME, AFTERWARRRRDDD-UHHHH..."
Tint was utterly delighted with what she was saying to him. Hearing the words coming from her prim and dainty mouth made him feel as if he had corrupted a Victorian prude.
The idea of her sucking his cock while he ate her pussy was most definitely appealing. Besides, he knew he had enough strength left over to fuck her again later. The idea of actually fucking that beautiful face while being able to feast on the interior of her vagina thrilled him no end.
He disentangled himself from between her thighs with some difficulty, then he turned around and put his knees on either side of her head so that his prick dangled over her mouth. He rested on his elbows, peering back beneath himself for a moment, watching, overawed by the sight of his long, red shaft sinking into the delicious velvet of her parted, glistening lips. He moved the penis slowly in and out, aware of the way her tongue was caressing his throbbing organ as it continued pumping in and out of her hungry mouth.
He would have loved to remain like that, watching her eagerly suck as she was doing, but it came to him that at the moment he was neglecting her own tasty slit. It would really be ungentlemanly of him to watch her much longer without continuing to do what he wished to do. More than that, it might be downright dangerous to let her cool off for any extended period of time. Even more important than all these other arguments was the simple fact that he wanted to eat her delicious pussy. The slick, almost slushy texture and the delightfully tart savoriness of her steaming feminine interior aroused and excited him as much as the pressure of her lovely mouth wrapped so solidly around his throbbing cock.
He slid his hands beneath her rounded buttocks, buttocks smaller than those of his wife, and he lifted her vulva halfway to his descending mouth. This time he slid his leaping tongue as far into her slippery hole as was humanly possible, and he felt her soft flesh slither and constrict around it. Her sticky inner womanly honey began trickling a little more freely as he probed toward its secret source.
The more eagerly he sucked her vagina, the more greedily Eileen's mouth sucked on the throbbing penis it contained. Her tantalizing lips kept up a soft and steadily increasing friction around his corona while her tongue continued swirling and licking along the entire length of the hardened, stiffened shaft. Her efforts spurred him on to even more enthusiastic cunt-lapping, until he was lashing her boiling inner juices to a light foam with the movement of his flailing tongue.
Tint dug his fingers all the deeper into the perspiring cleft between Eileen's rounded buttocks, aching to pull her vagina all the tighter against his hungering mouth. The beautiful woman writhed and wriggled uncontrollably, swabbing the furry pastry around the man's eager lips and chin while he thrust his tongue so far out it actually hurt him as he strove to continue delving into the utmost center of her clasping, quivering womanly core. Her heated vagina appeared to be pulsing and squeezing with an erratically uncontrolled rhythm now. His tongue felt so good inside her feminine pit, he actually wished he was fucking his cock inside there. But it was too late to think about that. He already felt the heated sperm boiling up in his testicles, and there was no chance at all for him to control it now.
"AAAAUUUUWWWWAAAAUUUURRR-MMMMPPPGGGGHHHH!" he bellowed into the depths of her vagina as the surging juice came spurting forward through the electrified path of his pipe-like penis to spatter in the depths of her throat.
Eileen gave a muffled cry of alarm, almost as if she hadn't really been expecting anything like this to actually happen. But she recovered from her initial astonishment and began drinking, swallowing thirstily, sucking for more of what his balls had to offer. All the while he continued squirming above her, barely able to control the continuous rhythm of his thrusts as his heated load gushed into her gullet.
Even while he continued spurting, the bearded to little man kept working at her vagina, trying his damnedest to make her spurt, too. A combination of masculine pride and sheer annoyance made him determined to bring her off before he pulled a limp cock from between her sucking lips. Even though he was paying for all this, it would enhance his masculine pride to know he made the woman feel something. After all, he assumed even paid ladies of the afternoon were capable of feeling things.
He continued slipping his tongue in and out of her tight little twat, constantly licking her extended clitoris, and the effect he was striving for finally came about. Eileen stiffened and arched her back like an old-fashioned English longbow, grunting and moaning around the man's still-spurting penis. He was well aware of her fingernails slicing into his back as the vise of her lovely legs tightened around his head. He lapped all the faster, and Eileen began shivering, humping and bucking and twisting as if it was a cock fucking her rather than a tongue.
She struggled for breath, forgetting for a moment about sucking. Not that it mattered because Tint had already spent his entire initial wad down her throat, and she had swallowed every drop of it.
"GGGGHHHHLLLLUUUUCCCC-HHHHHAA AARRRRMMMMCCCCHHHH!" she gagged, and spurt all kinds of heavy colorless juices into his face.
Then it was over and the two of them rested, side-by-side, waiting to regain their strength so they would be able to fuck.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Marilyn sat alone at the bar. She was dressed in the plainest clothing of the four Bridge club members. She had on a beige dress that dipped very slightly in front, giving anyone who looked the littlest glimpse of cleavage. Otherwise, the dress was long and covered her below her knees. Her short brown hair was pulled away from her face, revealing her high cheekbones and her glistening brown eyes.
The man who sat at the bar besides her was clean-shaven. He wore glasses, and he had short black hair. He was a nice-looking man, with a short, inwardly curved nose, and a jutting chin. He was wearing a pinstriped blue suit, and he looked at her with a smile and said, "You're new to this, aren't you?"
"How did you know?" she asked.
"I've seen all kinds," he replied. "You get to know an experienced woman from one who lacks experience. Hell! I've seen girls ten years younger than you with a helluva lot more experience."
"Are you a policeman?" she asked, frightened.
"Heck no!" he replied. "I'm an agricultural investigator. I travel all over the country for the federal government, making sure none of the large farms are using land that should be permitted to lie fallow for a year, or that no one is planting too much winter wheat and then selling it on the sly to some large private concerns who are more than willing to sell it at cheap prices to the Arabs so they continue gouging us for oil. I've been to just about every state, and on a cold day like today, when the wind is blowing and it's overcast and I can't do my work properly, I seek the companionship of a lovely lady for a few hours. I confess though, I hardly expected to find anyone in this part of Minnesota. What made you go in for this?" he asked.
"I got bored playing Bridge every week, and my husband just doesn't give me enough household money."
"Well, in the future, hold your head up high and swing the leg you have crossed over the other leg. Don't look at the people sitting at the tables. Keep your back to them and make them come and take a look at you."
"Thanks for the advice," Marilyn told him.
"Would you like to spend some time with me?" he asked.
"Sure," she told him, "if you're willing to pay my price." "How much?"
"A hundred-and-fifty, room included," she replied.
He pursed his lips in a silent whistle, then said, "You're certainly putting a high price tag on yourself, considering your inexperience in this."
"I may not be experienced at picking men up, but I'm worth the money," she insisted.
"I believe you are," he nodded. "What do I call you?"
"Marilyn," she said. "And you?" "I'm Wally Wolf," he replied. "Everyone calls me Wolfie." "Well, Wolfie?"
"You have a deal," he told her, taking out his wallet, and Marilyn felt her heart starting to skip.
It was going to happen, after all. like her three friends, she was going to become an adultress.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The room Shelly had given Marilyn faced the in side of the motel, and it had a terrace whic overlooked a yard around which the tw horseshoe-shaped arms of the motel stretched. Sh and Wolfe were now standing on the terrace noting every other terrace was not only empty, bu the draperies in front of the windows leading to al the terraces were closed. Cold as it was, the two o them, with their coats off, simply stood on the terrace and looked below.
Marilyn felt strangely drawn to this man. He was not the average run-of-the-mill type she had expected! On the contrary, he was extremely intelligent, and she liked being with him. He had left his glasses in the room, and she had to admit he looked better with them off.
He turned to her very suddenly and pulled her to him, kissing her. Although it was cold outside, the wind was coming from the other side of the motel, and heat, drifting out from the room, kept them warm on the terrace. Anyone seeing them would have chided them for wasting energy at a time like this. But right now, Marilyn didn't care. She had been so fearful of the kind of man she would encounter, in a way hoping he would be a brute so she would have an excuse not to do this again. However, this man was the opposite of everything she had expected, and as a result, she found herself totally enamored of him. Her mouth opened softly under his kiss, and the man felt her lips tremble.
He had been in need of a woman, and he hadn't expected to find it in this place when he had stopped by for lunch. Now there was assuagement for the ache that plagued his balls. His strong arms tightened and he found himself kissing her very wildly, almost cracking her ribs he was holding her with such pressure. Wolfie felt her fingers pressing into his back very eagerly, her mouth accepting his tongue most gratefully. She sucked on the lingual probe and then pushed back with her own tongue. The two of them stood locked for long minutes, bodies solidly pressed, tongues dueling, arms holding. At the moment, not even the sun was able to see them because the sky was so overcast.
"OHHHHHH ... WOLFIE!" she breathed softly as, finally, his mouth slid from hers, moving down her cheek to her throat, kissing her from the tip of her earlobe to her collarbone.
Marilyn was well aware of the man's hardening erection, rising to make his pants tent out in front. He pressed her very solidly into him, one hand feeling the delightful roundness of her sweet buttocks under the softness of the long dress she was wearing.
For a man alone, this woman seemed like good medicine. In the overcast light of the early afternoon, he unbuttoned the front of her dress and pulled it off one shoulder, revealing the whiteness of her slender upper arm. His hand caressed it for awhile, and then he pulled the dress from her other arm, letting the top of the dress hang from her waist as she stood before him in a long-line brassiere. He reached behind her and unsnapped the brassiere, taking off the garment and tossing it through the glass doors into the room. Urgently now, his hands found her small, solid breasts and closed around them as if massaging her mammaries were his last chance for something exquisite in this world.
Marilyn began quaking and quivering, moaning very faintly as his hand found her man-starved breast. It had been years since Ralph, her husband, had enjoyed playing with her breasts. The sensuality of this man's palm pressing there at last made her feel faint. She swayed slightly, eyes closed as she savored the pressure of the kneading hands that hardened her nipples to a turgidity they hadn't enjoyed for years.
"OHHHHHH ... WOLFIE..." she gasped.
Her breast looked like carved marble in the near darkness of the overcast day. It was hot to the touch, though, as if someone had built a furnace inside her.
With a low groan, Wolfie lowered his head and took the pointed tip of her raisin-dark nipple into his hungering mouth. Instantly Marilyn's hand came up to press on the back of his head ... to push his face all the more firmly into her body. He had no trouble engulfing her entire breast. Firm though it was, it was small.
Wolfie was sucking desperately, like a cub at its mother's teat, his tongue continually laving the quivering nipple, his saliva wetting the whole dark area of her areola. She tasted like sun-warmed honey to him. He drew what was now a hot, hard nipple between his teeth and continued tenderly nibbling at the fiery little tip. She continued swaying and trembling at his touch, dropping her dress from around her waist as she unzipped the lower half on the side, letting it fall in a pool around her feet.
"Wait!" she whispered.
As Wolfie's head came up, he saw her eyes shining like twin stars. They were wide and serious and held his as she finally managed to slowly withdraw from his arms and step back a few steps. Slowly, carefully, deliberately, Marilyn removed her half-slip, then peeled off her pantyhose. She was breathing heavily, and Wolfie stared, seeing the way her breasts remained so firm in spite of the heavy way she was breathing. Their being so small prevented them from really wobbling. They stood out like white hillocks, whiter than the rest of her flesh, with earth-colored circles at the tips surrounding her nipples of extended desire.
Wolfie swallowed, his mouth very dry at the moment, his hard cock beating wildly inside his confining trousers. Marilyn was no longer an unsure woman any longer. She had become a lovely, earthy, warm female, the kind of female he had never before been able to find when he had to pay for his fun. She looked so wildly free at this moment, and if he'd had an easel and some paint, he would have painted her looking exactly as she did at this moment. Her short hair flickered lightly around her head as some cool breezes managed to touch them, but the warmth coming from within kept them from feeling the cold.
Marilyn bent over to pick up her dress. Instead of tossing it inside as he had expected her do do, she spread it out on the terrace floor. They were on the top floor of the motel, and once they lay down behind the barrier of the three foot brick wall surrounding the terrace, no one would be able to see them. She undressed, taking off everything, dropping it on the floor, and Wolfie was only able to stand there and stare.
She was beautiful! She looked like some goddess suddenly sprung to life as if out of nowhere. She was a symbol for all womanhood at that particular moment.
Her breasts rose and fell softly on her rib cage, moving with her breathing, though not bouncing. She had one knee bent now, and the dimple of her navel made a deep point of shadowing the white plane of her belly. The silence stretched taut, and time seemed to freeze and only his eyes seemed to be functioning. They devoured the beautiful woman's total nakedness. She looked so absolutely beautiful and stunning.
He stared at the small perfection of her high-hung breasts, looking like oversized lemons on the very slender trunk of her delightful torso. Her indented waist flared out into boyish hips that, naked, looked rounded. The flow of her slender, shapely white thighs was joined by the dark triangle of fleece. As he watched her statue-still body, her arms raised themselves slowly, opening to him, inviting him, entreating him. .
Something seemed to snap inside Wolfie, and the man was suddenly ripping his clothing off like an insane person, letting everything lay where it fell as he slowly began walking toward her. Something had touched him and an unreasoning anger had risen to cover it. Why should such a woman play the part of a whore? He'd had her spotted as new to this almost immediately, but what he hadn't realized was that she was what he would have termed his basically, innately decent woman. Was it possible that even the nicest of women were able to make prostitutes of themselves?
Marilyn felt Wolfie grab her in a vicious way and then crush her naked body into his own naked form, but not before she'd had a glimpse of the hardness of the man's body, hairy, somewhat muscular, wide-shouldered, deep-chested, and lean-hipped. His penis had been standing out, a mighty blunt-nosed hammer, a magnificent masculine tool designed, it seemed, specifically to plumb her own vaginal depths. She began shuddering in his arms at the unusual luxury of a masculine body so solidly firm, since her own husband's body tended to run to flab. He held her viciously, yet almost reverentially. In a kind of awe and astonishment, her palms began smoothing their way up and down the man's hard back and buttocks, and she smiled, finally grateful she had acceded to go through with this.
The two of them clung together fiercely on the balcony under the overcast sky, shaking and trembling with their burning need for one another. Wolfie was well aware of his hard cock pressing its full length upward against the soft, white, flat belly of the lovely woman in front of him. He might be paying for it, but he had never known another whore in all the world to issue him the invitation of herself so openly. Certainly not delivered quite this way! If this was an example of the kind of prostitutes that existed in this area, he would be coming back more often.
He swung the beautiful slender woman up in his arms for the sheer joy of carrying her, holding her against him. He walked around the full length of the balcony holding her, then returned to where she had spread her dress out on the cold ground. Leaning down, he had laid her body on it before straightening up to look down and admire her. His hands were on his hips, and his hard cock was jerking strongly against the air in front of him. She looked up and smiled faintly, and her arms reached for him again. Her slender thighs stretched open as she beckoned to him.
"SON OF A BITCH!" Wolfie cursed, and he hurled himself on top of her, letting his groin slide between those two greased gates.
Marilyn was only too happy to cushion him, her arms closing around his back very tenderly, and then Wolfie's mouth found the soft hollow of her shoulder and remained buried there for long, long minutes, his hands beneath her, clenching and unclenching the tender flesh of her white buttocks. Heat from inside the room continued washing over them, and the brick wall around the terrace kept them from feeling cold.
They lay like that for a long time. The wind whistling around the building was music to their ears, and each was very much aware of the beat of the other's heart.
His hands began sliding up under her pinned body, feeling the delightfully womanly hollows and curves. He touched the ridge of her spine, enjoying the soft flesh. Then he twined his fingers in her short hair. Finally he bent and laid siege to her mouth, raping that delightfully warm cave with his probing tongue, letting it brutally sink inside.
Marilyn whimpered deep in her throat in surprise.
Some things a man wanted to do himself. Shit! he was paying for this! It wasn't as if she were an older woman seducing a punk kid. He didn't have to be taught by a broad who was still new to whoredom. He liked it ... liked it much too much, that was the problem, and that was why he was mad.
Marilyn now lay very still and passive. She sensed the man was angry even before his fingers had twisted themselves so brutally in her hair and his lips had bruised hers so unmercifully. Somehow she had done something wrong, and for the moment she was afraid. All she had really wanted to do was please this man, and somehow or other she seemed not to be doing it any longer. For a little while she had thought the man had liked the way she was behaving. Now, he was roughly handling her to let her know he wanted her to be calm for a little while and not spoil things.
Wolfie moved her lovely body slightly to the side and kept himself on the cloth of her dress, looking down at her lovely, slender nakedness. Her head was presently turned away from him and he was unable to look into her eyes and read them. His hands came out to caress her boyish hip and flat belly and she began quaking at his touch. That was better! That was definitely better!
His hand now slid up to enclose one small, thrusting breast while he slid partly on top of her so his mouth was able to enclose the other. He licked lightly up the underside of her breast until he reached the summit of her extended nipple, feeling the way it quaked beneath his licking tongue. He heard a low moan escaping from her. There was a faint salt taste to her skin, letting him know she was nervous and had perspired a bit. He licked slowly, washing the entire mammary, licking again and again until all of it was wet. The small rounded cup seemed to glisten in the dimness of the day.
Shifting a little, the man now lay further across Marilyn and he gripped both breasts in his hands, squeezing them as he held them up for his greedy mouth to conquer. They were like twin ice cream cones as he sucked and licked the pair of them in turn. His head moved over her lovely body, foraging and savoring the twin delights. Each of her nipples quivered though they seemed to be as hard as little brown nuggets.
Leaning down again, Wolfie bit, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh, nibbling on the tiny bud until the beautiful woman began gasping with delight, thrilled to feel something she had never felt with her husband before. Ohhhhhhhh! It was s-o-o-o-o good!
"like it, honey?" Wolfie asked.
Her only reply was a series of low, guttural groans, but her own hands began moving now, timidly creeping up to reach for the man's curly black hair as his mouth once again moved to the fullness of her lovely breasts. Her fingers were carefully tracing his eyebrows, then his nose, then his ears, moving lightly, softly, gently as Wolfie's mouth continued pulling on her nipple again and again, sucking it solidly into his mouth. Her breasts continued swelling, and she shook, trembling, moaning, gasping as she found herself writhing on the stone floor.
Keeping his hands on the small fullness of her lovely heaving breasts, both still wet from his sucking mouth, Wolfie slid down a little and stabbed his tongue directly into the indentation of the lovely woman's navel. She arched, sensitive even to this, thrilling to the way the tip of his tongue probed. Her slender white hips lifted and strained themselves up to him. Her hands caught his strong forearms and held on.
Marilyn felt the man's mouth tracing the slender contours of her quivering body, teasing her, making her feel as if she were worshiped.
To have a man kissing her body all over, sending multitude of fine rippling sensations washing over her skin, stabbing her with erotic needles of thrilling lust, made her feel he was piercing her flesh again and again with every touch. No matter what else you had in this world, if you were a woman in need of love, and the man you had just didn't know how to make love, you had nothing. For the first time in her life Marilyn realized everything she had been missing all her life.
Of all the women in her Bridge Club, Marilyn was the only one who never really knew what a climax was. She had been close to one more than once, but her husband always seemed to achieve his own satisfaction before she was able to attain hers. Now, perhaps for the first time, she would be able to find out just what the true meaning of orgasm was.
Wolfie was kissing her body, moving lower and lower, and he finally arrived at the brown fleece between her lovely thighs ... the hedge that guarded the dark secret to her entry. He touched her soft pubic hair with his fingers and waded through the softness to the top of her rich, pink slit. With both hands working the man spread her wide open until he was able to see the dark pink inner labia gleaming at him. The folds of her taut pussy were like security locks, one fold in front of another ... inner intricacies that led to the hollow heaven of her inner self. His face hardened as he drew a finger through the sucking wet groove of her heavily drenched vagina. The flesh seemed to quiver and then Marilyn's entire body began lurching upward as a scream of bliss tore from her mouth.
"AAAAAIIIIIYYYYGGGGNNNNHHHH!" she yelled, feeling the thrillingly light touch of the man's finger set off the buzzing of her shuddering nerves. It was the most excruciatingly exquisite touch she had ever known. Her entire inner vagina seemingly drew into itself, sucking on a penis that wasn't even there. She felt tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. She needed the full length of a hot, hard cock, and she needed to feel it all now. Why was Wolfie torturing her so?
Slowly the black, curly-haired man, leaned down and tongued the insides of Marilyn's thighs. He ran his oral digit along the upper inside surfaces, tasting the wetness there caused by the way she frantically lubricated. He began lapping the oils from her tenderly white skin, savoring the heat of her sticky fluid, lapping at it the way a cat would lick cream from a saucer, using long, sweeping strokes. It was obvious by now that Marilyn was in uncontrolled torment for she writhed and moaned agonizingly as her fingers clutched hopelessly at the open air. Her body felt starved to death for physical love! She was emitting a stronger and stronger musky fragrance, and the scent of it was driving Wolfie out of his mind with desire.
He had intended licking her vagina, but he saw all this would do would be to prolong the agony for Marilyn. There was always later. Right now she was as much in need of an orgasm as he. He was still in a kneeling position when he rose, moved forward, hurled himself on top of her, and sank the full length of his beating cock to the hilt, right into the center of her hot vagina. He felt the tip of his cock hit the woman's cervix, then rebound off, then slide above the womb opening and on into the narrowness of her cunt, into the farthest reaches of her. His throbbing cock was sheathed in her tightness as if her membranes were a second skin custom-designed to fit around his thrusting organ. Hell! It was obvious to Wolfie that she was a woman who had definitely not been used that much. Her husband must have been a klutz. She was so tight in there he felt it right up to his eyeballs.
"HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH ... HHHHHAAAAANNNNGGGGHHHH ... GOOOOOD!" Marilyn gasped, wondering if the man had simply divided her body into two equal parts with his knifing thrust.
The overpowering pressure was delightfully unbelievable and she thought she would certainly faint with the swift wonderful pain of that enormous length driving into her. She felt as if she had been skewered straight through, all the way up to her neck. She was certain she felt the mammoth head of the man's cock rubbing somewhere inside her gullet.
"like it?" Wolfie gasped.
"Love it!" she replied, hotly panting.
Wolfie clamped his mouth tightly on the open oral cave of the lovely woman, well aware of the tightening sensation of Marilyn's vaginal muscles as they clung to him as if for dear life. Her inner membranes wrapped themselves around him like a million tight rubber bands and were already convulsing and squeezing him. She was almost like a virgin inside-tight and hot and truly constricting.
Her hips leaped up and then slammed down, her buttocks bouncing on top of her dress as she tried moving around the throbbing weapon shoved inside her. It was immense, and she was locked around the overpowering lance, pinned on it like some butterfly pinned to a specimen card. She felt her flesh stretched more and more and wondered why it was that she hadn't been sliced neatly in half. Oh! She wanted more, so much more!
Easing back the littlest bit, Wolfie flexed the muscles in his buttocks and sent the full length of his driving cock jerking its way inside her like a spring-driven knife. His tongue lunged again into her mouth at the same time and she bubbled and gurgled with gasping pain. The sounds were drowning in the depths of the man's kissing mouth. Her soft hands were desperately pushing at his shoulders because, slender as he was, his weight was becoming too much for her with a hard floor at her back. She strained and squirmed and tried wriggling, but the heavy phallus seemed to sink that much deeper into her vaginal mire.
Little by little Marilyn became aware of the fleshy knife starting to ease out of her and her breath came roaring through her distended nostrils. Only the beating head now remained inside, waiting for a moment. Then the throbbing organ plunged itself right back into her. It was so gigantic, so filling, so totally stretching ... almost merciless in its invasion of her. Something this big was capable of killing a woman who had never had a man inside her before. It was practically rape in spite of the fact that she had invited all this and had accepted money from the man, if only because she had not expected to encounter anything this unbelievable in size and thickness. Her own oily issuance continued easing the path for the two of them.
Wolfie stroked into her tightness at that moment, beginning a strong rhythm and feeling the hardness of her inner, rubber-band muscles welcoming each entrance and clinging tightly to him on each withdrawal. He had picked himself a real winner this time. She was tight, she was responsive, and she was good, damned good! In and out he continued violently stroking into her, driving hard and long. His testicles were churning and boiling already and the ache within him was almost choking him.
Wedging one of his hands under the beautiful woman's small, tight buttocks, Wolfie levered her up to him so that his throbbing length was diving even further into the tightness of her sucking inner channel. The lifting of her buttocks seemed to ease the pressure inside her a little, and her loving arms tightly clutched him as her legs thrust themselves wider apart in order to better accept his driving phallus inside her.
Heavy breath was laboring through his chest as Wolfie moved his mouth down to the lovely woman's shoulder. He was aware of tears running down her face as he went, but he knew they were tears of pleasure and not tears of pain. Her own mouth was nibbling on his earlobe while she nuzzled his hair. Now the man rose on his toes and slowly screwed his pulsing, beating, blood-bloated penis inso her in a vibrant spiral that had her howling and groaning with whimpers of delighted pleasure.
"OHHHHHH . . .HHHHUUUUNNNHHHH ... YESSSSSSS ... YESSSSSSS ... WOLFIE ... DARLING ... HOLD ME ... HOLD ME TIGHTER ... FUCK MEEEEE!"
She felt filled with the biggest, most bruising penis in the world, and he was fucking into her a little more easily now as her interior opened to suck him inside.
Completely filled, every last little bit of her tunneled interior filled with the man's hugely delightful, driving pole, she was very much aware of the twinging through her loins as she continued to receive him, constantly rotating her hips in a writhing motion so that he was clasping her ever so tightly to him.
"like it, honey?" Wolfie gasped with a wide smile creasing his face as he lunged forward and down again, his hips thrusting heavily as he continued driving into the beautiful woman's spread pussy, feeling the heated rubberiness of her walled, muscular passageway close tightly around his throbbing cock, absorbing the full length of his nakedly surging tool.
The dark-haired man was aware of the way Marilyn was arching her body up to meet him, rocking gently from side to side, her voice murmuring mindless babblings as she attempted to take even more of his driving cock inside her. Now he had every last little bit of his length in the woman's clasping cunt, feeling the blood-bloated head ram against her vaginal black wall over and over. His sperm-bloated testicles kept thwacking against the softness of her perineum and the delicate opening that was her anus. He flexed his throbbing cock, listening to her moan beneath him as he embedded his driving cudgel that much deeper.
"OHHHHHH GODDAMN! GODDAMN! OHHHHHH, AAAAGGGHHH! THAT FEELS GOOD ... SO GOOD." he groaned, screwing his thickly driving dong that much deeper into the tenderness of her shuddering body.
Marilyn strained to meet his mounding flesh-and-muscle lance as her own loins continually churned, lifting to meet his driving thrusts until her lovely hips once again came completely off the ground. He was aware of her slender legs wrapping themselves all the more tightly around his hips as her sucking cunt struggled to climb ever higher on the length of his driving penile pole. She was laboring frantically, incessant whining sounds coming from her gasping, panting mouth.
"DARLING ... OHHHHHHH ... WOLFIE DARLING ... IT FEELS SO GOOD, IT FEELS SO GOOD ... YOU JUST DON'T KNOW..."
His powering penis continued working inside her screaming, aching vagina, filling her as her husband had never been able to do. He was surging into her like a wildly uncontrolled beast and she felt his testicles smacking against the cheeks of her ass as she turned her buttocks even higher to get closer to the wonderful powering of the driving cock. She opened and closed her thighs more and more frantically now, feverishly clenching him to her as she strove to meet his thrusting tempo-a tempo which accelerated with every driving thrust. Oh, how wonderful she felt with this hard man lying on top of her, enclosed in her arms. She clung to him, gripping him even more tightly, feeling his insanely driving penis slamming into her that much harder.
With long and powerful driving strokes, Wolfie continued brutally pounding into her, but Marilyn's outcries were either rapturous or not at all. Tears of happiness continued coursing down her cheeks in wanton abandon.
The pressure in Wolfie's balls was so great it was driving the man totally out of his mind. He wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer, that much was certain. He had no idea why this woman should feel so much better to him than any other woman he had ever known, but the truth was, she did feel that much better, and he enjoyed her immensely.
She was continually moaning and groaning, mewling loudly under the man's pounding, driving body, still opening and closing her thighs around ' his hips as she worked a pagan rhythm up and down the full length of his stabbing pole. She was well aware of the man grunting, realizing he, like herself, was quickly running out of breath.
Wolfie was grinding home with overpowering, flesh-splitting crashes, driving the rock solidness of his throbbing cock into the clasping mouth of her cock hungry cunt. His hands, holding the orbs of her rounded buttocks, moved around so that his fingers came into contact with the little opening that, was her ass-hole. A small stream of hot moisture was dribbling down over the tiny orifice from the clenching hole where he was constantly fucking into her. He ran the tip of his forefinger around the tiny puckered little opening, feeling it sodden with her dribblings, realizing more of her oils would continue leaking down. He probed experimentally for a moment, and then he suddenly jabbed forward very hard with his forefinger. The rubbery little opening slowly began yielding ... a little at a time, then his finger was driving in to the first knuckle, the tight elasticity of her anus closing around the foreign obtruder, trying to push it out.
"AAAANNNNHHHH ... WHAT ... OOOOOHHHHHH ... ARE YOU ... UUUUHHHH ... DOING?" Marilyn screamed, never having had a finger probing into her rectum before.
Her body leaped up and down, moving around constantly, and in her desperation, she hurled herself downward, forcing more of the manual digit into her tight ass-hole. It moved deeper and deeper, in to the next knuckle now. Marilyn felt imprisoned, impaled on two foreign objects ... two lances of thrilling sensation that sent vibrations of delight trammeling through every part of her quivering body. Passion continued building higher and higher in the depths of her interior, and she shuddered and gasped with thrilled delight.
Wolfie was able to feel his own penis through the thin wall of membrane separating the two tunnels. Intensity constantly mounted inside him to the point where he was ready to explode. He timed the thrusts of his finger into her rectal tunnel to match the movements of his pistoning penis. She groaned wildly beneath him and began thrashing about insanely. She moved forward and back, up and down, screwing herself on two immovable objects, jawing back and forth in a rocking motion, gasping out to the overcast sky above as more tears of delight continued running down her cheeks.
Marilyn had never known ecstasy like this before. Her entire being was reaching, reaching, reaching for the feelings that had eluded her ever so long. Everything had fallen away from her but the exquisite sensations needed by her love-starved body. She was wide open to whatever this man wished to do. Though she had been initially taken aback by his fingered invasion of her rectum, she now backed into it eagerly, anxiously as she rose to meet the great driving penis that constantly lunged into her so rapturously.
"YES, YES, THAT'S IT, THAT'S IT!" Wolfie encouraged. "FUCK ... FUCK ... THEN FUCK AGAIN, AND FUCK EVEN HARDER, BABY!"
His balls were aflame with lust by now, and they felt so loaded he thought the very skin would burst. The man was well aware of his throbbing cock swelling, enlarging, getting thicker, becoming bigger than ever as it drove into her sucking depths with a maniacal force. He rammed his penile organ even harder now that his finger was keeping time with its movements. At the same time Marilyn was clinging to him all the more tightly, holding him between her imprisoning thighs. He continued the merciless thrusting of his penis and finger with all the strength he possessed.
Marilyn felt it! The orgasm was coming ... the one she had waited for all her life. Her legs jackknifed, and the whole expanse of her upturned crotch was presented to the overpowering thrusts of Wolfie's ferocious fucking. The man saw the way her eyes rolled, her dark hair tangling and becoming messy, short as it was; her lovely face contorted in excruciating ecstasy as she strove for the peak, the summit, the very top.
"AAAAIIIIGGGGHHHHYYYYYAAAAA-GGGGHHHHAAAAYYYYIIIGGGGHHHH!" she shrieked, her banshee wail carrying into the courtyard, blotted out by the sound of the rising wind.
Wolfie was aware of the short hairs on the nape of his neck rising because of the woman's scream, and his bloated testicles felt ready to explode in their sac. The heat emanating from the two of them was so unbearable, in spite of some cold now washing over them, they felt ready to faint from heat prostration. He had never felt any woman spasm so convulsively, and he was amazed and taken aback. Here was a woman who really knew how to appreciate a good climax.
The dam inside him was building to excruciating heights. If something didn't let go shortly, his entire body would explode.
Marilyn's legs had him locked tightly to her as her hips continued squirming in a dance of joy. Bliss poured from her mouth in fresh screams that rent the sky. Now Wolfie's own climax was there as he sent a huge load rocketing into her straining flesh tunnel, rushing through her narrow dilating passageway. The thin, hot stream spewed into her cunt again and again in never-ending bursts. Sound he was unable to control roared out of his mouth at the same time.
He felt as if his very life essence was being emptied into the feminine holster of Marilyn; the holster containing his gun, at present.
Sticky, creamy tides of seminal fluid continued gushing out as convulsions shook both of them, making them quake and quiver as nothing else in the world was able to do. Then, little by little the spasms slowly began lessening, and finally they disappeared altogether.
"Well?" he asked. "How was it?"
"Wonderful!" she replied as he rolled off.
The two of them managed to stagger inside, and she washed them off, saying, you still have more than an hour and a half left."
He smiled.
CHAPTER NINE
Roseann was sitting in the car, in the parking lot, waiting when Pearl arrived. The smile on Roseann's face said volumes of things, letting Pearl know the redheaded woman now had enjoyed two experiences in as many weeks.
"Well?" Roseann asked. "How was it?"
"Wonderful!" Pearl replied. "Now that we've started this, I only hope we don't have to bring it to an abrupt end. You don't think our husbands frequent this place at all, do you?"
"I know Leo doesn't," Roseann replied. "My husband is a pharmacist. He works out of his little store in the heart of Camden, and he's quite content to remain there. When he does fool around, it isn't here in Holloway. Hell no! Leo goes with those orchestras on those little gigs and he balls far, far away from here."
"Well, I know my own husband doesn't come here," Pearl replied. "He's too busy working in a village on the other side of Camden. Besides, if he were fooling around, I have the feeling I would have discovered it by now."
At that moment Eileen got into the car, and she wore a really big smile.
"Success!" she said to the other two girls. "I never knew sex was so much fun. We definitely have to make a habit of this every week from now on."
"There isn't any chance that your husband comes here, is there?" Roseann asked.
"No!" Eileen laughed. "He takes a commuter bus directly into Saint Paul every day, and he wouldn't have the time to stop by here. Besides, he would need a car to do that, and we only have one car.
So I think I can say with certainty that he doesn't come here."
They waited a good fifteen minutes before Marilyn joined them.
"You're late, honey," Pearl piped up. "Remember, we're mothers. We have an obligation to the children."
"I know," Marilyn nodded. "But it was so good, so really good. Look, let's definitely make it a point to come here on Wednesdays from now on. I think you'll all agree it's lots more fun than playing Bridge."
"There can be complications," Eileen pointed out as Roseann, whose turn it was to drive, started the car.
"Such as?" Marilyn asked.
"There'll be those times of the month when we won't be able to do anything. I don't think all of us will be incapacitated at the same time, which would be a great idea, since that would be the one week during the month when we'd still play Bridge.
"like you said," Marilyn pointed out. "It just doesn't happen to all of us at the same time. What would you suggest?"
"Well, if any of us is incapacitated in that way, it would be a good idea if she stayed home and sort of covered for the rest of us," Eileen suggested. "We'll always supposedly be playing at the house of whichever girl is unable to make it."
"Why?" Roseann asked.
"This way, if one of our husbands calls, the girl staying home will be able to handle all the alibiing."
"Good idea," Marilyn nodded. "Now what?" "Now, off to the clinic to have our weekly checkup. Then home!"
CHAPTER TEN
The experiences the four members of the Bridge club had enjoyed at The Holloway Motor Inn had whetted their appetite for more. Knowing they would be unable to get more for a whole week, they tried hard to make it up with their husbands. For the first time in years the four men were suddenly treated to candlelight dinners and wives who wandered about the house scantily clad once the children were in bed.
There wasn't a man who didn't appreciate it, and as a result, their own sex lives brightened considerably. Unfortunately, the men had just so much stamina, and whereas the women wanted them alive and aroused every night, after a hard day's work, it was more than a little difficult for them to keep going sexually night after night.
On Saturday night, all four women, with their husbands, met and went to a restaurant in Minneapolis. All four women felt a little apprehensive, wondering if they might be seen by customers from the motor inn. But they needn't have worried. Even dressed nicely, they didn't use the same makeup they used when at the motel, and anyone who knew them in their profession, would have had to look twice to recognize them.
There was a play that had just closed in New York that had come to Minneapolis, and they went to see it after eating in the restaurant. All four women relaxed and enjoyed themselves, thinking that when they got home that night, they would really go to work on their husbands. Two of them, Pearl and Roseann, succeeded. But Marilyn and Eileen didn't, their husbands were so whacked out. Nor were they really in any shape to follow through the next morning.
Monday was a day all the women hated. It meant the beginning of what would have been a totally drab week had it not been for Wednesdays intervening. Monday, after seeing the children off on the school bus, the four women took their bundles of clothing and went to the local laundromat. They all had washing machines and dryers in their homes, and other days of the week made good use of them, but going to the laundromat gave them an excuse to get out and breathe.
While their clothing was being washed in the various washing machines, the four of them sat around and talked. When they had been with each other on the weekends they hadn't had much chance to do any real talking with their husbands present. Now, almost a week later, they had an opportunity to reflect on what they had done, and not one of them was sorry. The only one of them who knew about the different kind of weird possibilities that awaited them was Pearl, because of her own personal experience, which she described in some detail. Far from discouraging the other ladies, it aroused them, and they had to admit the idea of taking on two men at once was something none of them had previously considered.
"Well, consider this," Roseann said. "If one of us can take on two men, what's to stop one man for asking for two of us, assuming he can afford it."
"That's something else that ought to be interesting," Marilyn mused.
The gleaming look in her eyes was suddenly mirrored in the eyes of all the others. There was so much to do, so much to learn while "earning," and having tasted real sex, all the women were eager to learn everything.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Wednesday came, and this time Marilyn dressed as sexily as the other three women. She had spent part of Tuesday shopping for a new outfit to wear specifically at the Holloway Motor Inn. It was a chic, chocolate brown skirt that came just above the knee, with a light tan blouse that had a deep V in front, beneath which she had on a half-brassiere which uplifted her breasts and pushed them tightly together, making them look considerably larger than they were.
Marilyn wasn't the only one to do shopping. Pearl was wearing a blue dress, royal blue, that came just below the knee, and though it didn't have a scoop neck, it was tight, very tight, making her already large breasts look that much larger.
Eileen also wore blue, though it' was more turquoise to match the blue tint of her white hair. It looked like a school girl's outfit, a sort of top, with suspenders attached to the skirt, covering a white blouse of satin that was open just enough to let people see the top of her cleavage.
Roseann wore a simple pink dress with no top, held up by straps. She had a cape covering her shoulders, and her own soft white flesh was very visible.
The four of them sat at the cocktail bar, but this time they hadn't paid Shelly, the bartender, in advance, explaining it was possible they might not need four rooms, and it would be a waste of money to reserve them. On Wednesday afternoons, the motel was almost totally empty anyway, so there was no need to reserve the rooms. However, if and when they needed rooms, they would still give Shelly his twenty-five dollars for each room in addition to the fifteen dollars for each room. Shelly was never one to quibble. He had to admit the ladies were gaining an air of professionalism, and he only wished he was able to take time off to ball each of them. Still, Wednesdays was his day to tend the bar, and tend it he did. What the hell! He worked here. It wouldn't be right for anyone to see him scoring in the same motel where he worked.
He knew the ladies weren't from Holloway.
Holloway, like all the surrounding communities, was small and intimate, and though the residents of Holloway rarely strayed outside their own area, it was obvious residents of some adjoining area had strayed in.
The ladies were each seated with an empty bar stool between them, casually sipping soft drinks, waiting. They didn't have long to wait. Roseann's prediction was to what might happen, suddenly happened, and Roseann was part of it. Marilyn was the other part of it.
The two of them were seated on the far right, with one stool vacant between them, and a short man with a big black mustache came over and sat between them. He was nice-looking enough, though seemingly a bit unsure of himself. His nose was round and red, like Santa Claus, and his black hair was thinning on top. But there was a sparkle in his eyes and a sureness to his movements. When he spoke, it was with an Italian accent.
"Scuse," he said to both women at once. "I no speak the English too well. I no want you shoulda think me too forward, but I see you two lovely ladies asitting here, all alone, and I say to myself, is a shame two lovely ladies are alone. So I wanna know if the two of you maybe like company."
"We cost," Roseann said so casually, she almost frightened herself. She was becoming an expert at this.
"I can pay," the man nodded.
He agreed to pay three hundred for both ladies with the understanding that as long as he didn't use whips, chains, or lighted cigarettes, he would be able to do with them as he pleased. The ladies had the money put in an envelope, first siphoning forty dollars to Shelly so he would be able to get them a room. He was back two minutes later with a room key.
The three of them went off to the room numbered on the key. Once they were inside, the man took their coats and hung them in the closet, doing the same with his own coat. He was wearing a brown business suit.
"I am called Alfonso," he told them.
"I'm Roseann."
"I'm Marilyn."
"Bene. I no speak English too well, so you forgive me. I think it would be good idea if we alla us undress. We get used to lookin' at each udda. Si?"
"Sure," Roseann nodded.
All three of them undressed, and Alfonso was already drooling, looking at the nakedness of the two women. He had chosen both Marilyn and Roseann because they wre small-breasted. He didn't go for large-breasted women.
There were two beds in the room, and Alfonso motioned for the ladies to sit on one bed, while he sat across from them on the other. He had brought a bottle of Chianti with him, and a glass. He got the two other glasses from the bathrom, and poured a little Chianti for everyone. They drank, feeling the red wine slide down their throats, warming their stomachs, and little by little they relaxed in one another's company.
"I think we talk," Alfonso said to them. "I want you shoulda tell me, you ladies ever make love with each other?" "No," Marilyn replied.
"Ah, well, I must know if you are willing to do so now."
Marilyn was about to nod when Roseann said, "Sure, but it'll cost a little more."
"Ah, but of course. Fifty dollars more?"
"Fine," Roseann nodded.
The man took his wallet, which he had put on the night table between the two beds, and counted out another fifty dollars. The money was put on the dresser, then Alfonso sat between the two women, feeling the warmth of their bodies surround his, though they didn't actually press too hard against each other.
"You sound like a man who has been with a lot of women," Marilyn said to him. "Tell us a little about your experiences."
The smaller woman's voice had been clotted with passion as she had spoken, and it was obvious she was being turned on just by sitting and looking at the man's nakedness. His penis was only semi-erect, but it was a good-sized one. When it finally stiffened, Marilyn had no doubt it would do a good job on them. In fact, her stare seemed to make the organ swell until it was a dark log of solidity. It stood out, throbbing uncontrollably.
"Sure," Roseann said to the man, "tell us about yourself."
The man's hands flailed the air as he looked at the women on either side of him, and he said, "I speak the English very bad. Is difficult for me to explain..."
"You can do it," Roseann insisted.
"You must!" Marilyn smiled, and she reached out with her left hand, letting her fingers encircle the tan log of his penis.
"Easy," Roseann murmured. "Don't get him overly excited. Let him speak, honey."
Her hand gripped Marilyn's shoulder gently as she did her best to pull the beautiful brown-haired, shorter woman away from the man. But Marilyn was enjoying herself. She squirmed forward until she had fitted the valley between her small breasts against the upstanding stanchion of the man's throbbing cock. While Marilyn continued squirming her shoulders so that her rounded breasts rubbed against the thick log of masculine meat, Roseann was almost startled to feel her friend's heatedly feverish skin beneath her fingertips. Without even consciously thinking about what she was doing, the redhead slid her arms around the shorter woman's body, moving around and squatting so that her own wet vagina rubbed its slickness against the rounded buttocks of the other woman.
Roseann leaned forward and breathed the light cologne Marilyn was wearing. Her tongue leaped out and titillated the other woman's back, and at the same time her hands reached around and pressed themselves into Marilyn's groin. Roseann had never touched another woman between her thighs, and she found it to be an exhilarating experience. Instantly her fingertips began to worry the glowing bud of the other woman's clitoris, pulling the lips apart so that her other fingers were able to slide through the cleft as well.
"Oh Alfonso!" Marilyn softly mumbled.
The man bent his head to kiss the shorter woman, and suddenly Marilyn's tongue snaked out and rolled across her lips, wetting them. As Roseann's tongue continued working on the beautiful Marilyn, licking her back, washing her flesh, her fingers kept on massaging the brown-fringed vagina.
Marilyn, who had pressed her small breasts around the penis of the man, now pushed herself away from him. Her lovely face slowly began moving downward. Marilyn didn't know why she was doing this, except that she had done it with Wolfie the previous Wednesday after he had fucked her so deliciously. He had taught her the joys of cocksucking, something she had never done with her husband, and as a result, she wanted to enjoy it even more. So her tongue suddenly snapped out and began licking the upstanding dark shaft with the crimson top. She licked it with long strokes as her tongue moved from the hairy base to the flared, taut crest.
Alfonso was wriggling uncontrollably, his body rocking back and forth as he pushed himself up on the bed and lay back, letting his shoulders slam against the mattress. He wished he was capable of fucking the both of them at the same time. He reached down with his hands, and his flailing arms felt the beautiful Roseann's perspiration damp shoulders as well as strands of her hair. He also felt the back of Marilyn's bobbing head. The two women had risen so they were hovering directly over his groin, though Roseann was still pressed against Marilyn.
In fact, Marilyn felt her slender form starting to feel weighed down by the beautiful Roseann, and she began squirming forward. The weight of the two lovely females brought pangs of pain as Marilyn began sliding across the throbbing length of his heatedly aching cock. He started rolling his hips. His arms gripped Marilyn and he tugged her solidly against him, feeling the hot and boiling cauldron of her vagina opening in an attempt to suck his stiff penis inside. Dio mio, these were two very hot women! He fidgeted, his penile head moving right, then left, then right again, and then it was trapped by the wet feminine cleft. Slowly it began sliding into the hot cunt of the shorter woman, making Marilyn gasp with delight.
The brown-haired woman clamped her eyes tightly shut. She started savoring the thick, burning staff that had impaled her and now lay deeply embedded inside her, pushing as if intent on burying itself against her heart. The sensation was matched by the feeling of Roseann's tongue, now licking at the small, tight roundness of her buttocks. So great was the rapture intensely building in her, so monumental was the sensation of being loved by two people, it took Marilyn a little while to realize just what it was Roseann was doing while she rode the staff of the man below her. She felt herself pulled forward, whimpering with glee as the mustached man firmed his mouth around one of her extended nipples and chewed on it as if intent on separating it from her breast.
All this only served to increase the delightfully sensuous rapture that cotinually streaked through her shuddering body. She lifted her rounded buttocks high into the air, then groaned lustily as Roseann's wildly licking tongue slid into the narrow crevice between her small buttocks, wetly lapping up and down. She had never felt anything like this, and it was driving her totally out of her mind with utter delight. Abruptly Marilyn held herself very rigid. The tip of Roseann's working tongue had started jabbing and probing at her spasming anal opening.
Marilyn lifted her ass so high into the air, she tugged her cunt off the length of Alfonso's cock. The man instantly hurled his loins straight up, driving his spiking penis vertically upward, and a moment later, the red tip had parted the lips of Marilyn's hot cunt, as the full length of it sheathed itself inside her. Then he dropped his butt to the bed. The brown-haired woman's fleshy box was very hot and tight, and the wetness surrounding the man's pulsating prick gave him unbelievable pleasure. What he didn't understand was why she wasn't pumping her hips.
Roseann was the one who was becoming uncontrollably aroused. In fact, she was so aroused, her movements were becoming totally erratic. Moving lower, she pressed her hard, aching breasts against the side of the bed between Alfonso's dangling legs, and she pushed her face at the spot where Marilyn's genitals coupled with that of Alfonso. She began licking and sucking the juices that constantly poured out of Marilyn's vagina and washed the length of the man's weighty probe. She wanted to lick and suck even more, but the way the two of them were joined made it almost impossible. Each time she moved her lovely face closer and Marilyn lifted her cunt, before she had an opportunity to lick the stem of the man's cock, Alfonso had thrust his hips into the air, and Roseann's lusty mouth and tongue were denied their objective.
With a loud, almost guttural oath, Roseann stood and toppled Marilyn from Alfonso's throbbing erection and slipped from her oily tunnel, Roseann reached forward and gripped the slippery staff with both hands.
She quickly squirmed forward and began guiding the man's throbbing penis between her swollen breasts. She didn't have large breasts, but they were big enough to roll around and around the upstanding pike of the man's cock. Roseann continued rolling her shoulders in order to intensify the sensation for Alfonso. The lubricity clinging to his penis was rubbed off to the inner sides of her pressing breasts. Slowly, she got onto her knees and began tipping forward, letting the weight of her slender body pressure her squeezed-together breasts against his penis while her own buttocks rose higher and higher.
Alfonso found himself rocking almost helplessly under the beautiful redhead's weight, still unable to figure out just why the shorter, brown-haired woman had suddenly fallen off his cock. His pelvis rammed up and down, up and down as he drove his phallic lance into the tightly constricting valley of the lovely redhead's rounded breasts. It felt good, all right, but it didn't feel as good as a vagina.
His hands reached up and grabbed Roseann's hair. He tugged roughly and attempted to force her to move higher on his body so he would finally be able to spike the length of his penis into her sucking tunnel.
"Roseann!" Marilyn gasped. The shorter woman felt as if her entire womb was suddenly on fire. Her cunt felt like an aching void now that it had been deprived of the thrust of Alfonso's cock. Her inner womanhood clamped its walls tightly together, spasming as pained sensations continued to ignite her, building her to orgasm. The lovely brown-haired woman lurched forward. In her anxiety and haste to attain that climax she felt so near, she knocked Roseann from Alfonso's body.
The man suddenly sat upright and shoved both wetly squirming female bodies away from him. This bickering between the two of them was driving him out of his mind. Roseann fell to the floor, landing on her back, and reaching up, she grabbed Marilyn's arm and yanked the shorter woman down on top of her.
Marilyn spun around, so aroused she didn't know who was beneath her. All she knew was that she wanted to sink her mouth on a cock again. Instead, with a muffled cry of passion she drove her head directly into the juncture of Roseann's thighs. As a result, her seeking mouth finally made contact with the wet flaps of the redheaded woman's aching vagina. Marilyn was instantly aware of where she was, and before she was able to make up her mind as to whether or not she wanted to continue doing this, Roseann's hips closed around her head, pulling her downward. Without even thinking, Roseann sat up, reached out, and grabbed Marilyn's buttocks. She pulled the shorter woman around until Marilyn's loins were directly over her own face. Instantly now, the beautiful redhead drilled her tongue into the sucking depths of the lovely brown-haired woman while Marilyn's lapping tongue continued leaping into the passionate pit that was Roseann's vagina.
On his knees on the bed, Alfonso watched the two women eating each other's vagina. This was precisely what he had wanted to see. Such a sight always got him heatedly aroused, but since he had left Italy, he had not been able to find two women willing to perform this act, unless they were true lesbians. In that case, they didn't want anything to do with him.
The motel room was filled with their lapping and sucking sounds, as well as their passionately lusty, muffled grunts and groans. The man felt a delightfully wrenching tug at his groin, and when he glanced down between his legs he saw his throbbing log of cock more distended than it had ever been. It had been too long since he had really enjoyed two women this way.
Because Marilyn, the shorter of the two women, was on top, her rounded pink buttocks in the air, he was able to see the movements of Roseann's thighs as well. Abruptly the taller, red-haired woman's body began arching, and then she rolled, making Marilyn roll with her so that Marilyn was now the one on the bottom. The two women had changed places, but it didn't stop them from enjoying one another. They continued devouring each other more avidly than ever before.
Alfonso was now staring at Roseann's seductively wiggling ass-cheeks. He kneeled on the floor, getting himself in position behind her, salivating heavily the entire time. He grabbed one of her rosy ass globes with his right hand, then gripped the other with his left hand, and he began squeezing them very roughly. He was aware of the lovely woman's spasming muscles as he gently caressed the gluteal flesh. Then his fingers slid into the narrow crevice between them. With one hand he began massaging the fullness of her rounded ass-cheeks while the fingertips of his other hand continually rubbed the hot, puckered opening. Instantly Roseann began lifting her behind, moving her sodden vagina away from Marilyn's hotly slurping tongue. Alfonso tightly grabbed Roseann's lovely jutting hips, holding her firmly, then rammed the full knob of his cockhead against the tiny webbed opening of her anus.
Lasciviously, Roseann's lips pushed down, smashing themselves solidly against Marilyn's dribbling feminine slash. Roseann drove her extended tongue into the heatedly dripping inner channel. This made Marilyn wail deliriously. Her eyeballs rolled upward and she caught a glimpse of the man's hairy, dangling sac suspended directly above her. Her hands wedged between Roseann's tender thighs. Reaching out, Marilyn began cupping the man's testicles, lightly squeezing them.
Then she was aware of them slowly moving forward.
Alfonso powered his cock straight ahead, driving the tip of his swollen penis into the tightness of the spasming anal hole belonging to Roseann. Roseann had never had a cock in her ass before, and she didn't like the idea of one being buried there now. But her bargain with the man had not mentioned anything about ass-fucking, and since she had told him just about anything went, he was taking advantage of her statement since he wasn't using whips, chains, or burning cigarettes. She ought to have been angry because there was more than a little discomfort at the moment. But she felt a thrilling sensation cutting through her, and she knew she was going to enjoy it even if there was some initial pain.
As far as Alfonso was concerned, her cunt gripped his throbbing cock so beautifully, he realized he wouldn't be able to control himself. His fingernails dug into Roseann's hot, pink flesh as he shoved, and the head of his staff sank a little deeper.
Marilyn whimpered a little disappointedly as she was aware of Roseann's tongue slipping from the tightness of her pussy. The lovely brown-haired woman had been teetering on the edge of a fabulous orgasm. Now that Roseann's mouth was no longer working on her aching vagina, the beautiful shorter woman found herself on the border of hysteria. She hurriedly squirmed around on her back and buttocks, sliding out from underneath Roseann. She saw the lovely redhead was braced on her hands and knees. She was looking much like a bitch-in-heat, and her red hair had come loose, and if it wasn't quite long enough to stream down either side of her face, it was certainly disheveled. Marilyn saw Alfonso's cock was plugged into Roseann's rectum, and she wondered if she would have been able to withstand such a corking without screaming. Yet it was obvious that if Roseann was not exactly thrilled by it at the moment, she didn't appear to be in pain. She was moving slowly back and forth, rocking beneath the slow and powerful thrusts of the man behind her.
As Marilyn finally came to her knees, she pushed her own strands of hair into place, away from her forehead and cheeks, and she stared avidly at the way Alfonso was fucking. The look on his face was one of exquisite agony, and now Roseann's face was starting to match his with her ecstatic countenance. Marilyn was certain a woman needed strongly overpowering passions to let a man fuck her back there, and there was no question as to Roseann's sensiousness. She envied the taller woman her passionate nature. Seeing all this aroused sensations of hungering lust in the younger woman, and she decided this was something she, too, would like to experience. So she hurled herself at Alfonso, shoving him away from Roseann.
"I want you to do it to me, Alfonso," she insisted.
Alfonso fell on his back on the floor between the beds, but he wasn't overly concerned about being pushed away from Roseann. The lovely redhead had, just before his cock pulled out, climaxed, her anus squeezing tightly around his throbbing penis.
She had climaxed silently, so he knew it was a minor orgasm, yet it was satisfaction all the same. If Alfonso was famous for anything, it was making certain women achieved happiness because of his hot prick. He had wanted to attain his own satisfaction as well. Marilyn's action had broken him out of his reverie, preventing him from achieving his peak. His cock had pulled itself out of Roseann because of the way he had been pushed away. With an almost angry roar he grabbed the slender brown-haired woman and leaped to his feet, pulling her up, as well. He wrestled her onto the bed to his left.
Marilyn landed on her belly, and the air whoofed out of her as the man dropped on top of her, allowing his heatedly inflamed cock to pressure itself between the rounded cheeks of her small ass. He righted himself and instantly got to his knees between her thighs. He grabbed her lovely hips and pulled her off the bed. The moment her soft buttocks neared the level of the reddened tip of his phallus, he yanked her body toward him.
His aim was uncannily accurate. The rounded tip of his anxiously throbbing phallic extension jammed itself against the narrow pucker of the lovely woman. As he firmly gripped Marilyn, he began wiggling his hips from side ot side and began burrowing his throbbing penile point into the fiery crinkle. Marilyn's tiny ass-hole was much tighter than that of Roseann.
Realizing she was about to experience pain, Marilyn tried hard to pull herself away from him. Alfonso had her where she was all but helpless now, and he intended taking full advantage of the situation. He Viciously shoved his hips solidly forward. As far as Marilyn was concerned, it felt as if the man was trying to ram a watermelon up her rear end, her back opening was so very tiny. In her mind it resembled the hole in a cherry after the pit had been removed. She gasped once, tightening as he penetrated her sphincter. His throbbing phallus was so inflamed and swollen that tight as she was, the man felt nothing at all. There was no sensation whatsoever until he began shoving so that the corona had pierced her narrow tunnel.
The electrical charges bursting through his vibrant cock were so rapturous that he wanted to take his time and enjoy what he was doing to her. He wanted to savor the feeling as ripples of wonderful ecstasy began powering through his loins, pulsating uncontrollably throughout his entire body. Now the beautiful Marilyn, who had been struggling, started screaming as he fucked his thick cock harder and harder into her.
"GGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHH ... ITTTT ... HUUURRRTTTSSS!" she gasped, wiggling her buttocks as ice seemed to run up her spine.
Alfonso said nothing but shoved his cock into her rectum a little deeper, then deeper still, until it filled her rear tunnel as it had filled her vagina when she had been riding on top of him earlier. She scrunched her eyes tightly shut, and she began panting heavily, allowing her body to relax and slowly adjust to the thickness penetrating her. Little by little her rectum began opening up, and the pain she had felt slowly faded. Her anguished groans turned to pleasurable moans, and she began gurgling with ecstasy, letting both, Alfonso and Roseann, know how much she was enjoying what was happening to her.
The orgasm she had felt elude her before was starting to build all over again. This time it was mounting in her rectum, but the feelers of sensation spread to her vagina as well, and then she came.
"AAAIIIYYYAAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHH-AAANNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHHUUUNNN-GGHHHAAAUUUWWWAAAGGGHHH!" she screamed.
So intense was her accelerating climax that her hands flailed the air and her nails clawed at Roseann nearby. She yanked at the lovely redhead until she was on the bed with them, ass-backwards. Marilyn drew Roseann's hips closer and closer to her. The room was spinning, totally out of control. She lusted wantonly in her aroused passion and she wanted to transfer some of the sensation she was feeling to this woman who was one of her best friends.
"ROSEANNNNNNN!" she gasped.
She wailed it out happily as the beautiful redhead positioned herself on her hands and knees directly in front of Marilyn. Through a blurred and rapturous shifting of mists, the panting Marilyn was staring at the beckoning globes of her friend's ass as it waved in front of her face like a red flag before a bull. She saw some of Alfonso's penile oil dripping from her friend's ass-hole, a little pucker that should have been brown, but that was presently red because of the penile ravagement it had received.
Hungrily, anxiously, the beautiful brown-haired woman drove her own tongue into that same tiny opening that had accommodated the length of Alfonso's penis only a short while before. Immediately Marilyn was aware of the swelling thickness and the deeper penetration of that same cock as it continued plunging into her own backside.
Another orgasm exploded inside her. Passion charged through her as she rolled her eyes. Stiffening her tongue, forming a little scoop with it, she drove it straight forward, letting it twirl into the heatedly slippery channel of the beautiful Roseann's ass.
Alfonso was cognizant of everything taking place, and realized he was getting everything he paid for. He forcefully continued to violently thrust his hard cock back and forth, moving it in and out of the lovely woman's tight rectum, watching Marilyn's reaction the entire time. In the same tempo, Marilyn's tongue was thrusting in and out of Roseann's ass-hole. This was almost exactly the way he had wanted everything to take place. It was as if his cock was pushing into Marilyn's rectum, reaching through her body, out her open mouth, and into Roseann's ass-hole. It was as if he were fucking two ass-holes at the same time.
The churning, rumbling rise of his sperm was very slow, and as a result it was almost agonizing. He began increasing the driving tempo of his violent thrusts as wild sensations crept into the hard staff of his probing cock. The peak of his violent climax was sudden, and it was so overpowering that it seemed to suck at his cock from within, pulling him farther forward than ever. He dug his toes into the top of the bed and drove his thrusting phallic lance all the way into the tightly quivering channel of the smaller woman. With Marilyn's rounded white ass-cheeks rubbing against his hairy thighs, he began spurting, spurting, spurting into the gripping clamp of her.
"HHHAAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHAAANN-GGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAUUU-WWWAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" he bellowed as the force of his orgasm and the rapture resulting therefrom drove him forward that much harder. As a result, Marilyn was driven forward, and she, in turn, drove Roseann forward.
The three of them panted and quaked and shuddered as one overpowering sensation after another seemingly swept through them, starting from Alfonso's balls, charging through Marilyn's rectum, and moving the entire length of her body to burst into Roseann's rear tunnel. Then they fell forward. like dominoes they toppled, one after the other, and they collapsed face down on the bed.
They lay that way for a long, long time, and then Alfonso pulled his flaccid organ from the tightness of the lovely woman's ass-hole, allowing Marilyn to roll away from Roseann's buttocks. Now all three of them slept for about fifteen minutes, and then, little by little their energy began returning to them.
This time Alfonso stacked Marilyn on top of Roseann so the two faced one another like lovers, and he proceeded to lick his tongue through their cunts until they came again. After that, Marilyn sucked him to completion while Roseann engulfed his balls.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The two men who walked into the cocktail lounge at the Holloway Motor Inn were from California. They had been to a sales convention in Milwaukee, and now that the convention was over, they were driving back to California, using a roundabout route which was taking them through the southern towns and villages of Minnesota. This included Holloway.
The moment they saw Eileen and Pearl sitting at the bar, they knew why the women were there.
What was a novelty in Minnesota was not only prevalent, but actually rampant in California. It was easy for them to spot the part-time hooker from the full-time girl. Almost all part-timers were housewives looking to pick up extra bread, and the men knew that more often than not, the housewives were better when it came to laying than the full-time prostitute. Since the housewife only did it part-time, she wanted to please her client in every way possible. Full-timers, making a career out of sex, did their best to get the John out of the way as rapidly as possible so they'd be able to go on to the next one.
The Hawke brothers knew their women, all right. Both had similar tastes and preferences, though they looked so unalike, it was difficult to pinpoint them as brothers. Marvin was of medium height, with jet-black hair, a boyishly handsome face in spite of his being in his mid-thirties, and he wore glasses. Dave, on the other hand, was six-feet-three inches tall, with a shaved head, a large nose, and a rugged shape. Both men wore black overcoats, and under their overcoats they had on blue suits.
The two of them walked over to the bar and struck up conversations with Eileen and Pearl. It was Pearl and Marvin who walked away first, but only after Shelly had assured them he had gotten them adjoining rooms. The motel had very few adjoining rooms, but every now and again when someone willing to pay for it came, the door between the adjoining rooms was opened so that the man had the feeling he had a sitting room as well as a bedroom.
Dave Hawke sat with Eileen for awhile, buying two more rounds of drinks, then felt it was time for them to go upstairs. Eileen got the key from Shelly and the two of them put on their coats and began walking toward the outside door.
"I like the feeling a good martini gives me before indulging," she said to Dave as they stepped outside.
It was a sunny winter's day, not nearly as cold or as clammy as it had been the previous Wednesday.
"There are a lot of things I like before indulging, as you put it," he laughed, "but I have a feeling too much of a good thing like a martini would only louse me up. I want to enjoy you, and you alone, honey." , She smiled her appreciation at his compliment as the two of them headed for the room. When they got there, she smiled and nodded at the room next door, letting him know that's where his brother was with Pearl.
"My brother ought to be pretty far along with your friend," he said to Eileen. "I for one am getting more than a little anxious and impatient to know you better." He was aware she was looking at the bulge in his pants as he took off his coat once they were inside the motel room and he had shut and locked the door.
"I'm just as anxious to know you," Eileen assured him.
She felt tiny flutters of pulsing excitement building under the tight crotch band of her panties as the man took her coat and tossed it, along with his own, on the one chair in the room. He had purposely kept the lights off, and had drawn the curtains before walking to the adjoining door and opening it. Inside, the room was equally dim, and Eileen heard the grunts and groans of Marvin Hawke as he made love to Pearl.
Then she felt Dave's arms wrap themselves tightly around her and the man tugged her very firmly against his own body. His mouth merged feverishly with hers, kissing her hard. His tongue was probing wetly into her tantalizing mouth, and Eileen realized once again how much she was enjoying all this as she sucked gently on his lingual organ. Her body melted into his in the dimness, feeling the jerk of his erect penis as it rubbed against her crotch. He was very stiff, as were the nipples on her breasts. In fact, her breasts themselves seemed to solidify all the more and thrust themselves firmly in the man's chest.
Dave slid his hungry lips away from her lovely mouth and across the skin of her delightful cheek. He was aflame with lust as he anxiously breathed into her ear, "OH BABY, I WANT TO FUCK YOU, I REALLY DO!"
The sound of the word she had never even thought to utter a few weeks earlier was now delightfully arousing to her, and Eileen boldly reached down between their bodies and with her fingers stroked his rigid phallus, feeling wickedly naughty, enjoying it all that much more, knowing how much the man wanted her. She heard the sound of him sucking in his breath, and this made her feel a magical tingle between her own thighs.
"Let's strip!" he whispered to her.
The two of them undressed silently but rapidly. Eileen smiled at the thought of him acting so anxious. Her own husband had never been this anxious for her. She was going to relish today's session, all right. She was really going to enjoy it.
Dave held his hands out to her in the dimness of the room and she came to him, enjoying the way he cupped and touched the fullness of her wobbling breasts. Instead of bringing her toward the bed in the room, he lugged her into the next room. She thought he might want to fuck on the bed next to theirs, but no, he was leading her toward the huge bed on which Pearl lay with Marvin Hawke. He used her tiny extended little nipples like erect little handles to guide her.
As she came closer to the bed, she was able to make out the figures on it. She was also able to hear wet sucking sounds, and she realized Pearl was sucking Marvin's penis. She knew Dave would expect her to do the same thing for him. Since both men had paid in advance, she found herself unable, in good faith, to refuse the man.
Slowly the two of them lowered themselves together to the bed. Dave's hand was constantly kneading the ripe fullness of her swollen breast ceaselessly as she felt the cool tufts of the coverlet coming into contact with her nakedly warm flesh as she stretched out full on it.
Dave's wetly anxious lips began nibbling on the naked flesh of her shoulder as she listened to the sounds of the couple beside her. His mouth gradually moved toward her nipples, and he bit into them one at a time. Eileen moaned softly in the darkness at the sudden sensation and moved her hand between them, gripping his solid cock. She heard him groan with delight as she began lightly pumping it up and down. He was big, really big! He was even bigger than the man who had called himself Tint.
"I'm so hot for you," Dave told her, "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk straight, honey. You've got a body that doesn't quit!"
Eileen smiled to herself as she felt continued sensations of want building higher and higher in her shuddering belly. She wondered if the other couple on the bed were paying attention to Dave and herself. Not that she really cared.
"Ohhhh, Aaggghhh ... DAVE!" she gasped, gyrating her full, rounded hips into the mattress. "I'm aching to feel you fuck me half-senseless."
She felt an inner satisfaction when she realized the couple next to them had stopped their activity for the moment. Then Pearl was pleading, "DON'T STOP, MARV! KEEP LICKING ME!"
While she and Dave had been holding one another, Marv and Pearl had changed positions and he was the one doing the licking. Well, at least she wasn't the only so-called depraved one around. Now she knew Pearl indulged in all the fun things she had only recently really come to enjoy.
Eileen lost momentary control of her thoughts as Dave's wet tongue began trailing though the narrow valley between her upstanding breasts. The tongue moved lower, lower, lower, and his hard penis slipped from his grasping fingers as he descended even lower.
Eileen was aware of the bald-headed man pressing her thighs wide apart. She offered no resistance as his fingers spread her soft, hair-fringed labia. She gasped with joyful stimulation as he touched her clitoris. His tongue suddenly leaped from his mouth as its tip teasingly pressed very heatedly against the tiny, straining bud, making it throb and harden. Beneath the pressure of Dave's searing tongue she was aware of his thumbs continuing to pull apart the softness of her pubic curls, spreading her vaginal opening wide, and very suddenly his tongue dropped down from her vibrating clitoris, thrusting deep into the pink, wet flesh of her dribbling pussy.
Eileen jerked and moaned from the suddenness of the wet contact, and reaching down, discovering once again he had no hair, she had to grab his ears and pull his face all the more solidly into her loins. His tongue lashed in heated little circles inside her, the tip flicking carelessly against the wetly sensitive walls like the sharply curling end of an animal trainer's whip.
"HHHAAANNNGGGHHH!" she moaned under his heatedly lapping oral plunges. "GOOD ... HUNNNHHH ... REALLY GOOD!"
The tongue was thrilling her and she began bucking her body up and down. Having learned what it was like to experience orgasm so strongly, she found herself impatient for it, and she jackknifed her knees firmly against her solid breasts, opening her pulsing vaginal lips as wide as she was able. Dave wasted no time in letting his tongue slide between the cheeks of her buttocks where he began licking her anus, probing against the little narrow opening until she relaxed it just enough for him to plunge his tongue inside.
Moistening the tip of his index finger, wetting them in the flowing juices of her vagina, he pressed the fingertip against the puckered little brown crinkle in place of his tongue, which once again licked across her perineum and into the swampy depths of her sodden cunt. He nibbled teasingly again at her throbbing clitoris, shoving forward unexpectedly with his finger, sinking it up to the first knuckle in her suddenly cringing anus. She grunted under his digital attack on her anal orifice, but he ignored the sounds she made and thrust the finger in to the second knuckle.
"AAAUUUNNNGGGHHH!" she grunted.
She lay perfectly still, holding her breath, her lips drawn back tightly over her teeth in a grimace of lust as he held his finger where he had it partially embedded in her rectum. All the while he continued licking and sucking her passion-drenched vagina all the more earnestly. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, she felt the discomfort stretching her rear passageway fade into the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her by lapping her tasty pussy. Eileen began bouncing her buttocks up and down on the bed, skewering her rear end all the harder on his finger as she rotated her buttocks around and around and around.
"OHHH . . .HHHUUUNNNHHHHH ... SUCK MEEEEEE ... LICK MY PUSSSYYYY ... SCREW YOUR FINGER DEEPER IN MY ASSSSSS ... HARDERRRR ... HARDERRRR ... HARDERRRRRR ... NOWWWWW ... UUUNNNGGGHHH..."
Dave was a slavering demon driven mad by her ranting, gasping cries. He was aware of the way her belly began lifting and falling all the more quickly. Her head started flailing from side to side as he flicked his tongue into her cunt all the faster. Meanwhile, he crammed his finger with ever greater severity into her constantly expanding anus.
Her thighs pressed all the more tightly against the sides of his head, the muscles flexing spasmodically in time to the way his punishing tongue drove into her. Her full breasts heaved and danced wildly on her chest, and her fingers continued pulling insanely on his large ears. Then Eileen arched her back up high from the bed, the tendons in her neck stretched as taut as steel cables. A guttural sound began building in the depths of her shudderingly belly and then became a scream as it rose into her throat.
Eileen felt as if the flesh of her body was exploding while the burning oil from her climax gushed out from deep inside her shuddering cunt, surging out around his still-slithering tongue against his rhythmically bobbing face. She felt the oils welling into the crevice between her squirming buttocks, running over the finger solidly embedded inside, then down onto the coverlet below. Heaving one last great gasp, she collapsed back onto the mattress, dropping her legs like heavy, lifeless weights on either side of Dave's body. For Eileen, the world seemed to have come to an eruptive, cataclysmic conclusion as she lay totally immobile for the moment, arms and legs splayed wide apart, mouth hanging slack, feeling like a useless rag doll pinned under the man whose face lay pillowed between her thighs in the wet softness of the pelvic hair.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
As her senses slowly returned, it occurred to Eileen that Dave would probably want her to orally satisfy him. It seemed like such a small thing to do in exchange for the wildly delicious feelings he had given her, but she didn't want the man to have to ask her to suck his cock. After all, he was paying for this, and he had a right to expect her to do things without having to be told. True, there were times when a man wanted to take the initiative, as Dave had done, but there were other times when it was up to her to make the right moves. So she did.
She uncradled the bald head now resting on her soft white underbelly and whispered to the man as he brought his body up beside her own, the burning thickness of the fleshy cock making contact with her soft thigh.
"Now I'm going to do the same thing for you," she said, breathing into his ear, causing his erect phallus to jerk against her flesh very excitedly.
"You're all right, lady," Dave whispered back, agitated with passion.
She began by slowly running her tongue down the hollows of his pulsing neck. She kissed his chest, and her teeth nipped at the small, masculine nipples through the hairy jungle covering his chest. She had discovered that in prostituting herself, she had discovered all the passions that had been stored inside her for so long. Suddenly she had become an eagerly willing student of the male body, ready and willing to learn and do whatever was necessary to make a man happy, for in making a man happy, she also made herself happy. It was insanity, but it was true.
With her right hand she reached down and grasped the hardened phallus, holding the organ out from his belly, at the same time moving with one long, sliding motion of her tongue down his body and without pausing. She was aware of the wetness of his odorless seminal oil oozing from the crown of his cock. She parted her softly wet lips and slipped the thick, spongy head between the whiteness of her teeth, letting it bathe in the hot, wet saliva in her mouth.
Her hands dropped to the base of the hugely erected penis and she cupped his soft, smooth testicles gently with one of them, lightly grazing her nails tantalizingly over the hairy, wrinkled flesh.
"OHHHH ... GODDDUHHH ... YOU'RE MOUTH FEELS LIKE MELTED BUTTER AROUND MY COCK!" Dave gasped.
Eileen felt the spongy stiffness rubbing against the softness of her palate as he began a slow, rhythmic undulation of his hips into her beautiful face.
The lovely white-haired woman felt her initial doubts about being able to totally please any man slowly fading away. They had started dissolving when she had been with Tint. But now, with this strange giant of a man she found herself totally devoid of fear. Desire fired once again in the depths of her body as the very lasciviousness and humility of having her mouth used this way by a total stranger's penis charged her with violent want. Hot flashes were shooting through her wet pussy, and she knew she was aroused all over again as her husband had never been able to make her feel.
She began sucking like a leech, swishing her tongue violently around and around the throbbing head that continued sliding in and out of her tightly pulling mouth. Her lips were pushing right down to the base of the organ, then lifting up to the corona, pursing around the rubbery tip, sucking, pulling, licking, compressing. She was aware from his continually mounting excitement and the incoherent way he was groaning that he was getting close to his own satisfaction. Soon he would be spewing his white seminal fluid into the tightness of her sucking mouth until the oils ran from the corners of her lips in sticky white trails of blissful sensation that would be matched only by a thrilling orgasm of her own.
It was at this time that Marvin Hawke realized his brother and the other woman had joined them on the bed. He'd been aware of their initial entrance, and he had wanted to see what his brother was doing, but Pearl, the woman he was with, had his face clamped tightly between her thighs and hadn't wanted to let him up for air. The screams of the woman had so entranced him, he had not been able to give his full attention to Pearl's pussy, as he had done earlier. He felt himself losing his sense of power over this woman to whom he had paid so much money. It was one thing to pay a whore, but it was something else again to know he had total and complete domination over her with his working mouth. He had been kneading the large globes of Pearl's ass as he continued pulling the rotating loins of her lower body against his face, but when he heard his brother crying out for her to continue sucking his cock, he became diverted all over again.
"Damn it all!" Pearl gasped. "Either keep on sucking or let me go to work on you. I can't stand this half-hearted oral attention."
She once again tugged Marvin's face between her thighs. He pushed his mouth into her tight pussy and began to suck diligently to keep the lovely lady from complaining. In spite of the fact that he was paying her, he fancied himself a ladies' man, and had always bragged to his brother that he was more capable than Dave of satisfying a woman. Now Dave was in the same room with him, and he had to prove it. He heard the rustling of naked bodies against the counterpane to remind him he and Pearl were definitely not alone. The moist sound of lips smacking against flesh told him just what it was Eileen was doing with Dave, and he envied his brother. This woman had only sucked his cock for a few minutes before they had changed places.
He groaned and pushed his face as tight as possible into the burningly heated wetness of the delightfully tasty woman whose cunt he was sucking. He tried to drive from his mind the thought that his brother lay on the bed beside him, having that monumental tool of his orally lashed by the woman next to him.
It had been Dave's idea for them to discover which of them was really the better lover. Each had always been bragging of his or her conquests, and once they had tried to settle the argument by each fucking the same girl on a different day. The girl had been unable to make a decision, and so they decided they each had to see one another in action to decide for themselves which was better. Fighting to ignore the succession of bland, almost inhuman sounds coming from Eileen's mouth, his tongue continued lashing out hungrily, as if seeking to devour Pearl's gyrating flesh with his mouth. He sucked to thrill her, pulling so hard with his lips he was astounded she felt no pain. He sucked to forget that the woman who lay next to him was also sucking ... sucking his brother's cock because his brother had already brought her to her own satisfaction while he had been dallying, taking his time with Pearl while listening to the other couple.
"THATTA GIRL! YEAH! SUCK! JUST KEEP DOING THAT! DON'T STOP, HONEY, DON'T STOP! KEEP THAT LOVELY MOUTH OF YOURS WORKING!" Dave was crying out, and the sound of his brother's voice made his ears burn with the need to fuck as his cock stiffened all the harder.
Then, very suddenly, he no longer thought in terms of his brother. Dave was a man, just like himself, and he was with a wanton woman, much as he was with a lovely little hoyden. Pearl, the woman whose cunt he was sucking, was groaning with as much delight as his brother, attesting to the fact that he was capable of pleasing just about any female.
He was aware of his hot, hard cock stiffening and swelling and aching even more as it continued rubbing against the cover beneath, and his testicles, swollen beyond credibility, were swelling larger than the contracting sac containing them. Small droplets of colorless lubricity began oozing from the tip of his heavily pulsing shaft. He heard her murmuring in obscene delight, the words coming from her mouth in broken, slurred sounds mixed with animal like passion, and he knew he had this woman as aroused as was humanly possible.
HHH!" she gagged, an unearthly squealing sound that seemed as if he were choking her, killing her, when in point of fact he was bringing her to the high point of her orgasm. He felt the springs of the bed beneath actually groaning and creaking under the wild thrashing of the bodies on top. Marv listened for her gasping breath, and then thrilled to the way it trailed off to an almost pitiful cry of helpless whimpering as she moaned out her completion through tortured lips. Pearl felt the last of the climax wrung from her, and her body dropped back down limply onto the mattress.
This didn't deter Marvin. He continued sucking and drinking the ooze slithering from her vagina, the intense excitement building to an unbearable pitch in the depths of his furiously aching penis. The sounds of the gasping woman, mingled with the wildly debauching sounds coming from the other couple caused the semen in his testicles to come to a fast boil.
There was silence for a long, long moment, broken now only by the heavy, spent breathing coming from the other couple. Eileen, it seemed, had stopped to rest. Marvin listened intently to see what other acts the two might perform. His own sucking of Pearl's vagina had become so automatic, he didn't associate it with anything sexy as he did what the other couple had been doing.
Pearl was out of breath and lacked any strength for the moment. Until she regained her stamina, she was useless. Marvin wanted nothing more than to fuck at the moment, and if his own woman was incapacitated, well, his brother's woman seemed aroused. Hell! He'd like to fuck the white-haired woman completely senseless just to see if he was capable of bringing the same abandoned response from her his brother had done earlier.
Marvin had no idea why he had this desire to possess his brother's trollop. Perhaps it was simply a case of "the grass being greener in his brother's yard," though he knew the woman he was with was just as desirable and arousing as the one known as Eileen.
Hell! With Pearl temporarily out of action, and with his brother panting for breath, asking Eileen to wait awhile before continuing, possibly afraid of climaxing too quickly, he decided he was going to play with the other woman and draw from her the same responses his brother had been able to draw. It was a simple matter of pride with Marvin Hawke. He had to prove to Dave once and for all that he, as the older and more experienced brother, was the better lover. Though Dave had made Eileen climax once already, and he had made Pearl pinnacle, it was now time to prove his superiority by making his brother's woman attain orgasm again, while his brother waited for the over excitement in his balls to calm down.
In his determination, he sank his teeth into the tender pink softness of Pearl's still-leaking vagina, biting her almost cruelly. He was all set to let go of Pearl and move to Eileen when he became aware she had returned to orally pleasing his brother. As if to compensate, he rammed a thick middle finger into the tired twat of the lovely woman he had just brought to her satisfaction. When he heard his brother praising the sucking mouth on the woman again, he groaned into Pearl's wetly twitching vagina.
Little by little his eyes had become accustomed to the dimness in the room and he was able to see the others now that he lifted his face from the taut pussy of the beautiful woman who lay exhaustedly beneath him. What he saw was enough to drive him mad.
Marvin watched the lewd spectacle before him as if totally hypnotized by it. The white-haired woman's softly puckered lips were sliding smoothly up and down the upright rod of throbbing flesh, clasping it tightly inside a rich pink oval-led, sucking ring of flesh. He was astounded to see the way she was pulling the full length of his brother's humongous phallus into her mouth. It was obvious the huge head was pushing into her gullet. He heard her hum each time she pushed her head down the last three inches. There was always a pause just before she did so, to allow her gullet to accustom itself to the breadth it was taking in. He all but heard the swish of her tongue as it rubbed against the underside of the throbbing penis, flexing rhythmically as she dribbled all over the massive pike of flesh.
Her lips were locked so tightly round the throbbing penis that it looked as if her mouth was a tiny, hairless vagina. She was incredible! Granted, when Pearl had sucked his cock earlier, she, too, had sucked delightfully, but his eyes hadn't been accustomed to the darkness at that point, and as a result he hadn't been able to fully appreciate her sucking abilities because he hadn't really been able to see her.
Eileen's one hand was grasping the thick base of Dave's upstanding phallic wand, her fingers resting in the heavy coils of black hair while her other hand was cradling the tender softness of the man's monumental testicles. She was rolling them together between her fingers.
"No more ... no more for the moment," Pearl was begging. "I can't take anymore. Let me rest for just a minute, and then I'll do anything and everything you want me to do."
"Yeah, you rest," Marvin said to the whacked-out, brown-haired woman who was panting with exhaustion.
He pulled away from the beautiful lady who lay beneath him and began moving slowly toward the white-haired woman. His stiffly jerking cock had been incited to even greater hardness by the sight of the lovely woman hunched on all fours over the monumentally huge, fleshy rod of his brother as the latter thrust his prick into her face. He just had to fuck this one, as well. In return, he'd let his brother get a piece of his own floozie.
He was off Pearl's body now, and she lay there panting, suddenly cold because his body heat had been pressing down on her loins. Pearl, suddenly aware of his absence, called out, "Stay, stay! I'll be fine in a moment, I promise! You'll see!"
"Don't you worry, honey, I'll be back for more of you," he told the lovely round woman as he scrambled up on his knees behind the slightly swaying moons of Eileen's up-thrust ass-cheeks. He ran his hands over the smoothness of her white flesh, his lust-filmed eyes entranced by the sight of the tiny little brown pucker that was her ass-hole. He wondered if this woman had ever taken it in the ass. Well, hell! Most whores did at one time or another. But then he knew, just as his brother knew, that she wasn't a full-time whore, and so it was possible she had never been ass-fucked. Then his eyes dropped to the rich, pink wetness of the fleshy cuntal slit below.
The throbbing of his cock was driving him wild beyond endurance. He gripped it in his hand and finally decided that for the moment he would go for the woman's cunt. He would fuck the hole his brother had sucked. He pressed the knobby head against the soft, light brown pelvic hair, separating the pinkness. Then, with his thumbs, he pried the rounded shapes of her full buttocks apart, thus pulling the wet flanges guarding the entrance to her pussy away. The impatiently pulsing head of his throbbing penis was now pushing against her rich vaginal furrow.
He felt her jerk slightly from the suddenly abrupt contact of his throbbing cock-head with her openly exposed vaginal labia. The idea of ramming his cock into her cunt from behind while she continued sucking off his brother gave Marvin a crazy kind of satisfaction. He noticed his brother wasn't complaining in the least about what he was doing. Somehow he didn't think Dave would complain. He was certain his kid brother knew they'd be able to share Pearl as well.
Eileen was aware of the penis about to enter her no from behind, and now she would have something really thrilling to tell the other girls. She had not let up with her penile sucking of the bald-headed man's cock for a single instant, and with no preparation she still knew her vagina was soaking wet as she became more and more intensely aroused.
Marv took a deep breath and thrust forward into her, slamming as solidly as possible. The hot, wet flesh of her inner womanhood slipped right over the knob of his throbbing penis as he drove into the kneeling woman's pussy like a ramrod. His throbbing cock pushed the soft, wet walls of her taut pussy in waves before it. There was no stopping the massive organ until his thighs slapped against the roundly firm cheeks of her buttocks. He was aware of the soft, white cheeks flattening out beneath him as he exerted more and more pressure on her backside.
A low moan came from her cock-crammed lips, and Eileen squirmed about, thrilled to feel the massive pike still rummaging that much more deeply into her. Marvin was filled with lust and felt no mercy whatsoever for her flame-seared tunnel. He convulsively reached forward, clasping his hands tightly around Eileen's narrow waist, and then he began stroking into her, with long, wet-sounding thrusts. Each stroke seemed to sink his cock a little deeper into the tightness of her cunt.
Eileen whimpered with delight at the feeling of the man's thick prong poking into her. She shuddered, delighted and thrilled by all that was happening to her.
Dave unconsciously began matching the tempo of his brother, bouncing his body on the mattress and slamming his cock into Eileen's mouth with the same beat his brother used in fucking her vagina. This woman really knew how to suck!
Eileen enjoyed the sensation of her body being skewered delightfully between them, and she was aware of her vagina juices flowing all the more heavily now, washing the entire length of the throbbing penis buried inside her. The driving phalluses turned her into a totally insatiable animal with a greater-than-ever need for cock. She sucked all the more strongly, and pulled with her lips, tugging the hard organ deeper and deeper into her gullet. At the same time her cunt bounced back and forth along the shaft pistoning its way inside her, and this built the thrills even higher.
Pearl was rapidly recovering from her own climax. She lifted her head for a moment and watched the licentious trio on the bed beside her. Now that her lethargy had passed, heat began rapidly building up inside her again. Just watching the three of them was driving her out of her mind. She had to participate.
With a low moan, she crawled over to where Dave lay, and straddled the man's face with her cunt. She wanted to see if he was as talented with his tongue as his brother had been. She gasped as she felt the baldheaded man's tongue thrust upward, circling, then licking her own clitoris. Gasping, she leaned forward and dropped her cheek beside that of Eileen, who was still sucking. She displaced Eileen's hands from around Dave's balls, and began fondling the testicles while Eileen continued bobbing her head up and down on the thrusting pike. Then she moved her face around that of Eileen, and used her tongue to lick the man's testicles.
Eileen continued her hungrily voracious sucking, her lips lightly touching Pearl's lovely face because the latter was now in the process of sucking one of the huge, egg-shaped testicles into her mouth. Both women sensed Dave was getting close to his satisfaction now, his hips moving around and around, bucking up and down as he seemed to strive to jam his swelling stiffness all the way down one gullet, while enjoying the pressure of the other woman's slurping tongue. His wildly thrashing movements jogged the heads of both women, almost making them bump temples.
Then it started.
Great torrents of overpowering heat were building up in the man's aching testicles as he stared at the mouths of the two delightful women working on his genitals. They sucked, slurped, and nibbled at his fiery organs again and again. The muscles in his belly began snapping and flexing until he thought they would rupture from the overpowering pressure being put on them. He arched his back and drove straight up from the mattress, sinking his penis even further into the tight constriction of Eileen's gullet. Each time he pulled back, the thin, pink ridge of her mouth pulled out, still greedily clinging to his rapidly thrusting phallic lance.
Both of his balls were now solidly encased in
Pearl's wide-open mouth, and this excited him almost as much as Eileen's sucking. He wondered if the two women were having difficulty breathing, knowing the thickness of his cock and the heaviness of his balls were filling their mouths to capacity. Nevertheless, Pearl's tongue continued darting in and out, tickling and teasing, licking and lapping, teasing the tantalizingly tender ovals and never once stopping.
Dave moaned over and over and over again, the sound trapped inside the narrow confines of Pearl's delectably tasty pussy. The flames in his balls seemed unbearably hot. At last he was gasping wetly into her nakedly churning vagina, feeling her labia locked around his mouth as the real moment-the moment for which he had been waiting, had finally arrived.
"GGGHHHUUURRRNNNGGGHHH AAA-UUUWWWAAARRRGGGLLLAAAMMMP-HHHAAAWWWAAAUUUGGGHHHUUU-NNNHHH!" he bellowed as he felt the initial surges of white, sticky sperm raging through his penis. He began thrashing uncontrollably from side to side, moving like a demented animal as the dam of his desire burst. He involuntarily jerked his penis from the tightly sucking mouth of the beautiful silver-haired woman and before she was able to re-insert it, the penis began spewing its white froth into her face. Thick, heavy spurts of white cream shot from him in silvery sticky jets, and the liquid splashed all over her lovely face, covering her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose, and her beautiful chin. Some of it splashed onto Pearl's cheek as well.
A new orgasm was starting to build in Pearl. She hadn't thought it possible for her to climax so quickly, but this was precisely what was happening. The orgasm was building, building, building, and she grappled at the bald-headed man's thighs and dug her fingers into his ass-cheeks. She was competing with Eileen for Dave's semen, the two of them licking up the fluid as fast as they were able to find it. Eileen had her tongue running through the man's hairy pelvis, while Pearl continued licking around and over his testicles, slurping up all the oily whiteness.
Her second orgasm within a quarter of an hour washed over Pearl, and she lifted her head and screeched, " AAAIIIYYYEEEAAAGGGHHH-UUUNNNGGGHHHAAAGGGHHHAAARRR-GGGHHHUUUGGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHH-EEE AAAGGGHHH!"
The raging flood of her own juices began pouring out all over Dave's cheeks as her pussy seemingly winked at him again and again while continuing to spurt at him. He drank as much of her flood as possible while Pearl, seeing the whitish substance all over Eileen's face, began licking her friend's cheeks and forehead, cleaning everything away.
Eileen, in turn, saw the white streaks of sperm on one of Pearl's cheeks, and she returned the compliment, licking away as if the fluid she was drinking was the elixir of life.
Now Eileen felt her own climax beginning to mount.
"UNH . . .UNH . . .UNH . . .UNH..." she began gasping over and over, thrilled beyond belief with each deepening stroke of Marvin Hawke's driving penis. She loved the way it vibrantly ground into her body as her buttocks churned uncontrollably, signaling her own thrillingly climactic upheaval as eruptions began in the quivering depths of her trembling belly.
Reaching back, she grabbed at the heavily dangling balls of the man behind her each time his huge, steam-drilling phallus continued fucking into her fuming pussy. She was so aroused she wished she was able to stuff the man's testicles up there, as well. Eileen felt this was as close to heaven as she was going to ever get.
Her rosy flushed face now lay on Dave's belly, his limp cock rolling uselessly beneath her lips as the man flung her forward with every solidly violent lunge into the center of her wildly gyrating vagina. She groaned and attempted to slam her body back even farther as she felt her climax finally overpowering her.
"YESSSSSS ... HHHHHAAAANNNNGGG-GGHHHH ... OHHHHH ... MORRRRRE ... DRIVE IT INTO MEEEE ... YYYYAAA-NNNNGGGGHHHH ... CUMMMMIIIINNN-NNGGGG ... NOWWWWWW ... AAAA-HHHHAAAANNNNGGGGHHHHUUUUNNN-NNGGGGHHHHH!"
She lifted her behind even higher and slammed it solidly back into the man's mercilessly slamming loins. This position opened her wildly churning pussy, enabling him to drive even more deeply into the beautiful white-haired woman. Her head was whirling in total mindless sensuality as she felt the weight of his penis flexing and suddenly growing larger and larger inside her ravaged vaginal passageway as he built up to an earth shattering release.
"OHHHHHH ... YYYYEEEEAAAANNN-GGGGHHHHAAAAGGGGHHHHUUUUNNN-GGGGHHHHAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHAAA-UUUUWWWWAAANNNGGGGHHHH!" he bellowed as he felt the hot load of his seminal fluid at last erupt from the depths of his testicles into the tightness of her widely stretched womb, mixing salaciously with the lewdly flooding juices of her own climaxing.
Burning surges of fiery fluid, spurting with the power of a fire hose surged deeply inside her, filling her to overflowing with its warm and sticky substance. The heatedly wet walls of her taut pussy continued violently clamping desperately around the thrusting penis, milking it repeatedly.
"YEAHHHH ... YYYYEAHHHH ... YYYYEEEAAAHHHH..." Marvin Hawke continually repeated again and again as he plunged murderously into the tightness of her greedily clutching vagina. It was as if he desired to wreak holy havoc inside her by battering her womb with his cock again and again.-
Abruptly, all his inhuman strength and drive left him, oozing out of him with the last drop of his sperm. Unable to move, he hung in the air above her back, feeling her vagina suck him again and again, and he wondered if he would be able to pull his penis free of her. That was when he toppled over sideways on the bed, exhausted, lying beside his brother, equally exhausted.
Pearl smiled at Eileen, who smiled back at her.
"Next round in fifteen minutes," she said to the two men.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Once again the four women met in the car in the parking lot. This week, it was Eileen's turn to do the driving. For awhile they just sat there, smiling at one another.
"You know," Pearl was saying, "coming here only one day a week is ridiculous. Do you realize the money we'd be able to earn if we showed up here two or three days a week? I don't know about you girls, but the very fact that we do have menstrual periods that will cut into our Wednesday activity is reason enough for me to want to get some action on other days as well."
"What about our husbands?" Marilyn asked.
"Who do you think is going to tell them?" Pearl asked. "There's just about no one from Camden in Holloway, and certainly none of them come to the Holloway Motor Inn. Even if they did come, they'd never recognize us with all the makeup we put on."
"Pearl is right," Roseann chimed in. "You know, we only go around once. Monday and Friday are fine for doing the washing and the cleaning. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday should be moneymaking days for us. If we don't earn it now, we never will. To keep it on the up-and-up so Internal Revenue doesn't eventually know why we aren't reporting additional income, we can go to a friend of mine who is an accountant who can file small, separate tax returns for us. This way, even if someone does report us to the IRS, we'll have our tax forms to prove we paid taxes on the money we earned. No one will ever know just how much it is we earn, so we'll be able to lie like hell. But Internal Revenue won't complain. Simply by reporting that we're earning an income we'll be paying more taxes than they would receive if we didn't report at all."
"The big question is, can we be certain our husbands will never find out?" Marilyn asked.
"The only certainty in this world is death," Pearl snapped. "We can even avoid taxes now and again, but not death. So the big question is, do we stop doing this because we're worried about what our husbands might think, or do we continue?"
"And if they find out?" Marilyn asked.
"If they find out they'll either have to put up with it or they can divorce us," Pearl snapped. "Hell! We can earn more money in a week than they can. Why should we be made to suffer on the pittance they continually pay us? Why should we be forced to accept whatever sex they're willing to give us?"
"You realize you're advocating out-and-out adultery," Marilyn said.
"Damn right," Pearl nodded. "There's nothing wrong with a little healthy adultery. I don't know about the rest of you, but it's made a much happier woman out of me."
"Me, too," Eileen nodded.
"And me," Roseann agreed.
The three of them looked at Marilyn, who smiled and finally said, "I suppose you girls are right. After all, we are adults. Who has a better right to commit adultery."
"Fine," Pearl nodded. "We stick together. We tell our husbands nothing, and if one of them finds out about one of us, there's no need for the rest of us to admit anything. But we have to agree that we're not going to knuckle under to the men any longer. It isn't just a question of the extra money, which, by itself, would be reason enough. The honest truth is, none of us really gets her decent share of loving. So from now on, we look after ourselves. We aren't neglecting our children, nor will we neglect our homes. But this way we won't be bored, we won't learn to hate each coming day, and our time will be occupied with something profitable, useful, and definitely enjoyable."
"Hear, hear!" Eileen echoed.
"It's one for all and all for one," Roseann said.
"That it is," Marilyn agreed as Eileen started the car. "That it definitely is!"
