Few individuals, in this country and abroad, have failed to be influenced by the sexual enlightenment spreading throughout our adult society. Patterns of behavior once kept behind locked doors are now more openly discussed and accepted as genuine alternative expressions of the sexual drive that exists in us all. Group sex, troilism, homosexuality as well as countless other sexual experiences have moved from the dim, twilight world of shame to gain understanding by the general public at large.
With the work of Freud, Krafft-Ebing, Jung, Friedrich and others too numerous to name, the groundwork of social and medical investigation into this dark corner of human knowledge and understanding has been laid. Even as you read these words, dedicated groups of scientists, psychologists, psychiatrists and doctors work in every part of the globe to further man's knowledge of himself and the impulses that govern his actions.
Yet these same investigators have all too often chosen to direct their findings to doctors, lawyers, judges and others in their own field exclusively. They have chosen to use technical language and to
put specific descriptions of sexual acts in Latin to make their finding more obscure to the public.
Only recently have books like the one you hold in your hands become available to the general public. Books like A Taste for Teenagers that seek to explore and illuminate the workings of a woman's mind torn apart by the insatiable need for sex in general, and sex with youngsters in particular.
Written graphically, in novel form, A Taste for Teenagers is actually the true story of a woman's search for satisfaction in a world of sex still considered taboo by even our enlightened society. Through the medium of flashbacks, we attempt to explain the basis of her aberrant behavior. We trace back the formation of her abnormal needs to scenes that she witnessed in her own childhood. Scenes etched into the deepest regions of her adult psyche.
You will find the Rated X books, along with their companions, the Surrey Collectors Series and the HIS 69 gay titles at your favorite adult bookstore or newsstand each and every month. Serious collectors of strictly adult reading will want them all, side by side on their private bookshelves for definite re-reading and ready reference.
-THE PUBLISHERS
Chapter One
Jill lay on the sweat-dampened, crumpled sheets, watching Eddie slowly move towards her. His young skin shined brilliantly in the soft, shaded light of her bedroom. Her eyes caressed the muscular strength of the teenager's naked body. She loved the way he stared at her thirty-year-old body, the way he licked his lips as he stared at her mature breasts.
A crudely rolled cigarette hung from a corner of his mouth as he climbed onto the bed. Eddie's fully erect cock touched Jill's firm thigh as he positioned himself next to the beautiful woman, a woman almost old enough to be his mother!
Through half-closed eyes Jill watched him take the reefer from his mouth and press it towards her resting face. Hungrily, she wrapped her full, sensuous lips around the tightly rolled tip. Drawing deeply, the potent smoke filled her lungs, thrusting the massive mounds of her tits upwards.
Jill was delighted at how relaxed the grass had made the boy. She smiled to herself recalling his nervousness at their first meeting in the lobby of the building two hours earlier. She had been carrying an arm load of packages when she first saw him standing by the elevator.
"Oh, how clumsy of me," Jill said, purposely dropping the bundles to the floor.
"Ah ... can I give you a hand, lady?" Eddie nervously volunteered.
"Well isn't that nice of you," Jill replied, turning on the warmest, most inviting smile that she could manage. "Thanks."
Eddie's face was only inches from the thrusting fullness of Jill's tits as they knelt down to pick up the fallen packages. She could see that he couldn't tear his eyes from her body as the strong scent of her erotic perfume filled his young nostrils.
After that the rest was easy. Eddie helped her into the apartment and the grass did the rest. He was obviously more experienced than he looked, even though she knew he couldn't be more than fifteen or sixteen. Within twenty minutes Jill had the horny little stud in her bed.
Jill smiled into the boy's young face as she sucked the strong grass into her chest. Her smooth, pink skin still glowed from the intense fucking they had both just enjoyed. The steaming heat of their bodies mixed with the sweet aroma of pot, filling the room with the smell of sex!
Eddie's young fingers drifted to the very tips of Jill's huge breasts. His touch was light and the woman's nipples responded eagerly, hardening with throbbing desire. Leaning against his gently massaging fingers, a low, sexy growl crept from deep within her throat.
As she passed the joint back to the handsome teenager, Jill let her hand drop beside her quivering thigh and take the boy's prick between her fingers. Gradually, her tender strokes tightened around the thick shaft of his cock, sending waves of hot lust throughout his lean body.
"That feels great, Jill," Eddie moaned, pushing his groin harder into Jill's clutching fingers.
Through her fingertips, the mature woman could feel the swollen smoothness of the boy's cockhead. As her hand crawled up and down the fat, seven-inch prick, Jill sucked more and more smoke into her lungs.
Eddie's lean, boyish body inflamed her lust, sending her drugged brain to the very heights of intoxicated, sexual need. Jill's entire body jerked to rigid attention as the teenager's skilled mouth slowly covered the hardness of her right nipple. His tongue lashed out, wetly caressing the dark, sensitive flesh. Jill could feel his teeth gently holding the erect nub of her passions.
"That's it, darling," Jill whispered, reaching around to the back of her lover's head with her free hand. "Harder, honey. Suck my tit harder," she pleaded, pulling his face into the warm softness of her lush boobs.
Eddie was more than happy to please the horny woman beneath his sucking mouth. The more he thrilled the tip of her breast, the harder she pumped on his cock. He slowly began to thrust his hips forward. And Jill's experienced hand reacted to each thrust. The burning head of the boy's prick pressed against the side of her body, and she thrilled to the feel of his burning skin searing her flesh.
Turning onto her side, Jill made it a little easier for the wonderful youngster sucking and playing with her tits. In that new position, she could also wrap her free hand around the bulging, veined prick. She rubbed her palm against the blood-filled head of the boy's prick while her other hand continued to excite the full length of his marvelous cockshaft.
Eddie could feel the tip of his prick pressing against the hairy mound of the older woman's cunt. He could feel the moisture of her damp pussy as she shoved her body towards him. He could feel the soft, red lips of her cunt kissing his horny dick!
As Jill began to fit the swollen head of the teenager's cock to the entrance of her trembling vagina, their bodies began to move to a common rhythm. A common throbbing, racing through their bodies. As he pressed forward, she took one of his hands into her own, guiding his fingers into the crack of her ass.
"Play with my asshole, darling," she instructed, bringing his fingers to the tight ring of her anus.
At first the boy didn't understand what Jill wanted, but as she wiggled her ass back against his groping fingers, he soon caught on. In his wildest dreams, he had never imagined a woman letting him finger her bum hole. The incredible heat of her body sent a new chill racing up his spine.
Eddie's finger drove the thirty-year-old woman insane. With his hand soon learning just how to thrill her anus, she slammed the full force of her body forward.
"Fuck me, baby," she screamed, her cunt lips sucking up the thickness of the teenager's hot cock. "Fuck the shit out of me!"
Eddie's cock pumped in and out of her drooling cunt as he felt muscles hidden deep within her anal canal chewing on his finger. He pushed his face into the swollen mounds of Jill's tits, enjoying boobs larger than he had ever thought possible.
Suddenly, Jill felt Eddie's cock erupt deep within her cunt. She could feel each spurt of steaming cum as it splashed against the inner walls of her twat. His steaming thick juices set off a chain reaction deep in her own belly, and soon they were orgasming together.
Jill's cunt lips sucked out every drop of cum from his burning prick. Even when she felt the wonderful eruptions cease, her twat kept working away, prolonging her ecstasy as long as possible. She could feel his juices overflowing, staining her inner thighs.
Before Eddie left late that night, Jill had taught the boy every way she knew how to satisfy a woman. A thirty-year-old woman!
Chapter Two
When Jill woke up the following morning, she kicked her blankets off and allowed the bright rays of sun to bathe her naked body. She was glad the blinds over her window had been left open. The morning light flooding her room made her feel marvelous.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she sat up. Her fingers immediately rose to the tips of her heavy breasts. A soft laugh spilled from her lips as she rolled the hardened flesh of her nipples between her manicured fingers.
Standing up, Jill sauntered over to her bedroom window. The thick carpet felt delightful beneath her naked feet. The window was open, and an exciting chill raced up her spine as she felt a cool breeze kissing the trembling lips of her well-fucked cunt.
Jill laughed to herself as she wondered whether anyone was watching her standing naked in the window. She hoped someone was as she turned towards the bathroom. Glancing at the clock beside her bed, she realized that it was getting late.
Jill loved the stinging spray of her morning shower. Leaning against the wall of her shower stall, she let the hot stream of water wash away the dried cunt juice coating her inner thighs. For a minute she thought about the wonderful session with Eddie, but pushed it from her mind when she remembered the time.
With a thick, white towel, Jill patted the droplets of water from her smooth skin, dried her hair with an electric drier and returned to her bedroom. This was one morning at work that Jill didn't want to be late for. She had an appointment with the creative director of the advertising agency that she worked for.
Bill Denver was one of the single most important men at the agency, and Jill knew it. She also knew that he had been watching the swing of her sexy ass as she passed him in the corridors during the day. All the cocksucking smiles that she had given him were finally going to pay off. Bill was interviewing for an assistant, and Jill was determined to get that job!
Gliding over to her bedroom closet, Jill allowed her eyes to glance over the rack full of sexy outfits. The choice was difficult to make, but she finally made up her mind. Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers into the hanger holding a simple, white summer dress. She knew the clinging material would show off her tanned skin to its best advantage.
Turning towards a dressing stand against the wall, Jill opened the top drawer and pulled out her smallest pair of black nylon bikini panties. Dropping the dress to her bed, she lifted one of her
13 long legs and stepped into the tiny garment. The nylon felt cool against her skin as she pulled it up along the flare of her firm thighs and rounded ass cheeks.
The elastic waistband dug into her waist as she enjoyed the feel of the sheer nylon parting her juicy cunt lips. The translucent material thrilled her clit with the slightest movement of her hips, and Jill knew that her cunt would be nice and wet by the time she- stepped into Bill Denver's office.
And that's just the way she wanted it!
Without bothering with a bra, Jill slipped into the white dress that she had picked out for the interview. The garment was skin tight, molding to every lush curve of her body. The dress couldn't have been shorter without leaving her fat-lipped cunt totally exposed.
Reaching behind her back, Jill pulled up the zipper that ran the length of the dress. She could feel her already swollen nipples hardening even more as her tits pressed against the front of the garment. She knew that the dark nubs were clearly outlined in the thin cloth.
Slipping into a pair of white, high heels, Jill strode into her living room. With each step that she took, her nylon panties dug deeper and deeper into her quivering cunt. As she fixed herself a fresh pot of coffee, her mind filled with the image of Bill Denver pounding her naked body with thrusts of his hard cock!
By the time Jill was finished with her first cup of coffee, she could feel fresh cunt juice staining the crotch of her panties. Before throwing herself back onto her bed and spending the whole day ramming her hand up her twat, Jill grabbed her purse and headed for work.
The morning was so delightful, Jill decided to walk to the subway instead of taking the bus. She loved the warmth of the sun on her face as she slipped on a pair of sunglasses. Checking in her purse, she realized she was out of cigarettes. Turning the corner, she stepped into the shade of a somewhat rundown candy store.
Hidden by her dark glasses, Jill's eyes flashed towards the back of the store. A youth, not more than sixteen years old, was stacking magazines in the rack. His muscles bulged beneath his thin shirt as he lifted heavy bundles up over his head.
Jill stood motionless as she stared into the boy's handsome face. As her eyes caressed his smooth, taut skin, an image of Tony Bernardi filled her mind. It had been thirteen years since she had last seen him, but it seemed so recent.
"May I help you, Miss?" the old man behind the counter asked.
Startled back to the present, Jill stammered out the name of the brand of cigarettes that she smoked. But even as she stuffed the pack into her purse, her mind had flown back to a scene played out when she was in high school.
Even in high school, Jill knew that her best features thrust forward beneath the thin material of the tight sweaters that she was so fond of wearing. Jill was one of the first girls in her school to throw away her bra. And she sure didn't miss it! Nor did any of the men that stared at the hard tips of her tits outlined in soft material.
At sixteen, Jill was certainly no virgin. As a matter of fact, she had already developed a reputation to match the twin mounds of her saucy asshole. She could feel the warmth of countless eyes caressing her body as she walked down the corridors of her school, or sat in one of her classes, showing her sexy legs to the teacher.
The boy in the candy store reminded Jill of the most handsome cat that she had ever dated. And it was the first time that they had ever gone out together that was flooding her mind. She remembered the entire night as if it had happened only several days before.
It had taken Jill more than one flash of her sexy ass to get Hank Dylon to ask her out, but she had finally succeeded. That night, she relaxed in the burning heat of a hot tub. As she pressed the bar of soap between her legs, she heard the doorbell ring. The sound was faint, masked by the sounds of the water splashing against her naked flesh.
As her fingers massaged the hardening nub of her clit, she heard her mother call through the closed, bathroom door. It seemed that Hank had gotten the time of their date mixed up, and was a good half-hour early.
"Don't worry about Hank," Gayle told her daughter. "It'll do him good if you make him wait for a while. Besides," she added, I can keep him busy until you're ready. Don't worry about that!"
Jill didn't sense the excitement in her mother's voice. She couldn't see the lust burning in the older woman's eyes as she imagined stripping the handsome teenager's pants down the hardness of his legs. Her fingers trembled slightly as she imagined them outlining the taut muscles in his athletic thighs. And her lips quivered as she imagined swallowing the thick shaft of Hank's cock!
Gayle checked her makeup in the mirror in the hallway before returning downstairs. She was pleased at the way she looked. There was no question where Jill got her exciting body from. At the age of thirty-eight, Gayle had been one of the wildest looking chicks in town. And she made sure that everyone knew it.
Hank felt foolish as he sat by himself in the living room. He still couldn't figure out how he had gotten the time all fucked up, and he hoped that Jill wouldn't think that he was a complete fuckup.
But all thoughts of Jill fled from Hank's mind the moment her mother walked into the room. She was wearing a transparently thin robe that did little to hide the ample charms of her mature body. The black, nylon highlighted the darkened tips of her fat boobs, held against her skin by a thin belt around her waist.
Gayle could feel her legs parting the front of the robe with every step that she took. She wasn't sure, but hoped that the scanty clothing that she was wearing didn't cover the dark patch of damp fleece covering her cunt.
After inhaling only two breaths of Gayle's sexy perfume, Hank could feel his blood boiling, racing to fill the limp shaft between his legs. He could see that she had taken the time to freshen her makeup since opening the door for him a few minutes before, and it pleased the young, yet experienced boy.
Smiling as warmly and as invitingly as she could, Gayle lowered herself down onto the sofa beside the young man less than half her age. Crossing her legs, she looked down to see almost the entire lower portion of her body exposed to Hank's hungry gaze. And she couldn't have been more pleased by the concentrated look in his eyes as he strained to see into the forbidden region between her creamy thighs.
Gayle knew that she was being entirely too bold. She knew that she should cover her legs up in front of the young boy. She knew that letting him stare at her nearly naked body could only lead to trouble. She knew all of this, and delightedly thrust her tits out towards Hank even more!
"I explained everything to Jill," Gayle began, languidly reaching out and letting her fingertips rest lightly against Hank's strong shoulder. "But I'm afraid that it will take her a bit of time before she's ready. I know that if I had a man as sexy as you waiting for me, I'd be extra careful getting ready."
Gayle was surprised at how hot Hank's body felt beneath the gentle massage of her fingers. Even through the material of the shirt he was wearing, she could feel the flames of lust growing within the boy's muscled figure. She couldn't wait to feel her naked tits mashed against the hardness of his chest as her eyes stole into the top of his open shirt.
The last things that Gayle had said really started the juices bubbling in Hank's balls. He stopped trying to hide the fact that he was entranced by her luscious body. It was obvious from the warm smile spreading across her lips that Gayle anything but minded the attention that he was paying her flesh!
"I hope you don't mind having to wait all this time with me," Gayle said, a tiny laugh in her voice.
"I sure don't mind, if you don't," Hank replied, feeling Jill's mother slowly edging closer towards him.
Without removing her hand from his shoulder, Gayle squirmed up against his side. She could see Hank's nostrils flaring with the aroma of her womanly flesh. As she moved, she could feel the front of her robe opening even more, uncovering almost the entire thrust of her right tit.
Hank felt his throat go dry as Gayle's fingers moved from the top of his shoulder down the front of his chest. Her experienced touch sent chills racing up and down the teenager's spine as she played with the few hairs on his young chest. Her sharp-edged nails left tiny red marks across his skin as her touch became stronger.
Jill liked the idea of making Hank wait for her while she finished her bath. Having him on his knees beside the tub scrubbing her back would be even nicer she thought, but that would be impossible. Jill knew that her mother was well aware of how free she was with her cunt, but fucking her brains out in the upstairs bathroom might be going a little too far!
Jill didn't know what her mother was doing at that very moment!
Gayle's nimble fingers undid another button on the front of Hank's shirt as she brought her lips to the very edge of his ear. Purring softly, she bathed the side of the boy's face with her hot, moist breath.
Hank fought back the urge to run from the room. He had fucked plenty of girls in school, and even slammed his prick into the cunts of a few older whores. But none of the pussy that he had ever fucked looked anything like the mother of this evening's date.
Impulsively, Hank turned his face towards Gayle's, and pressed his quivering lips to hers. He could hardly believe how sweet and warm her mouth tasted as he allowed his eyes to drift closed. His mind swirled as the taste of her saliva filled his mouth.
Gayle matched the excitement in Hank's kiss with her own lust. The tip of her tongue shot forward, forcing its way between his tightly drawn lips. In another few seconds, she was licking the pungent taste of Hank's saliva from the inner walls of his mouth.
Licking the wetness of his kiss from the corners of her mouth, Gayle leaned her head back and let a burst of lusty laughter spill from her lips. The room was filled with her pleasure as she wrapped an arm around the boy's neck and pulled herself up into his lap. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her ass as she snuggled down against him.
"I like the way you kiss, baby," Gayle laughed, undoing the remaining buttons on the front of Hank's shirt. "And I bet I'm just gonna love how you fuck!"
With that, Gayle ripped open the front of her robe. With a knee on either side of Hank's lap, she ground her cunt down against his cock, trembling slightly as she felt his proud cock straining to tear through the front of his pants. With her hands on her naked waist, she held open the front of her black nylon robe and proudly displayed her tits to Hank's astonished eyes.
Hank's gaze jumped from one quivering nipple to the other as he felt his prick swelling and swelling. Even before he had a chance to lean forward, Gayle had taken his face in her hands and was pulling him into the churning heat of her pounding tits!
Beads of moisture rolled down Jill's young, sweet skin as she stood before the full length mirror mounted on the back of the bathroom door. Her eyes were caressing every inch of her young, thrilling body as she used a big, fluffy towel to pat her skin dry. As she worked on her tits, she felt the dark tips become as hard as small berries.
Jill had been careful not to let her hair get wet as she bathed, and it only took a little brushing to get into shape. It was a quarter to eight and she still hadn't given any thought to what she was going to wear on her first date with Hank. Tucking the damp towel tightly around her waist like a man might do, she left the small, steam filled room. Her wet feet left footprints in the carpet as she made her way back to her own room at the end of the hallway.
But as Jill was passing the top of the stairs, the sound of muffled voices caught her ear. Careful not to make any noise, she crept down the top few steps, straining to see if she could make out what was going on. It wasn't very difficult!
Halfway down the flight of stairs, Jill bent forward and looked into the living room. She could hardly believe her eyes as she saw her date sitting on the couch with his legs spread apart and his pants hanging loose around his ankles.
Jill could see her mother's head bobbing up and down between the young man's legs as she sucked away on Hank's bulging cock!
It had been quite a while since Gayle had tasted a cock as thick and delicious as Hank's. As the blunt end of his shaft pressed against the back of her neck, she was actually jealous of her own daughter. She wanted to suck and fuck that boy's meaty shaft by herself for the rest of the night!
Hank's fingers tangled in the frosted blond mane of hair tumbling around Gayle's shoulders. Each time her face plunged down the full length of his cock, he lifted his ass up off the sofa and rammed it even farther down her throat. His trembling legs responded to the sharp edges of Gayle's teeth as she gently munched his dick.
Hank could feel the cum boiling in his balls as his cock grew larger and larger. He could feel the tip of her tongue exploring the tiny pee-slit in the head of his prick as she bathed his tool in the hot wetness of her saliva.
Jill used the handrail on the stairs to steady herself as she stared at the incredible sight before her eyes. Listening carefully, she could hear the wet, gurgling sounds that her mother made as she sucked the cum from Hank's tool.
The anger that Jill had first felt quickly faded as she became almost totally hypnotized by the perverted act being staged before her. After a few moments, she realized her nipples were aching painfully. They needed attention. Without removing her eyes from the bobbing of Gayle's head, Jill brought her hands up to the tips of her boobs. Her experienced fingers soon sent shivers of lust racing through her blood stream.
Hank could feel Gayle's tits crushed against his inner thighs as he plowed her face with his cock. The bitch was old enough to be his mother, and that made things even wilder and more exciting! Reaching forward, he dug his fingers into the fleshy mound of her left tit. His palm thrilled her burning nipple as he handled her brutally!
Gayle really turned on to Hank's rough hands. The harder he treated her boob, the harder she sucked on the swollen head of his cock. She wanted her young lover to know how much she was enjoying herself!
Jill couldn't stand on her feet any longer. As she lowered herself down to the carpeted stairs. Clawing at the material around her waist, she soon squirmed out of the damp towel. One hand pried open her cunt lips while the other plunged into Jill's steaming pussy!
Gayle had no idea that her daughter was on the staircase watching Hank's prick pumping in and out of her slaving mouth. But even if she knew that Jill was there, the realistic woman knew that she wouldn't have pulled the thick cock from her lips.
Gayle's mind swirled with thoughts of spurting cum shooting down her throat. Hank squirmed as he felt her experienced finger slipping beneath his naked ass. Gayle was determined to swallow a bellyful of her teenager's boiling juices!
The muscles in Hank's thighs tightened around Gayle's face as he felt her fingertips crawling into the deep crack of his ass. While his balls bounced against her saliva-coated chin, he felt her sharpened nails toying with the tight ring of his anus.
In her wildest dreams, Jill had never imagined that her mother was so turned on to the fucking scene. She knew that Gayle had fucked around plenty, even before divorcing her father.
While her daughter stared from her hiding place, one of Gayle's fingers pushed its way into the tight chamber of Hank's asshole. She thrilled to the feel of muscles hidden deep in his buttocks tightening around her probing digit.
With every muscle in his body shaking out of control, Hank leaned forward and dug his fingers into the soft nylon of Gayle's robe. With almost brutal force, he ripped the garment from her back. The air was filled with the sound of the tearing material as the first spurts of cum burst from Hank's cock!
Even though Jill had seen her mother's naked ass countless times before, she stared at the twin mounds of flesh as though startled by the beauty. Before she realized what was happening, Jill found herself silently sneaking down the stairs.
Through his slitted eyelids, Hank could see Jill crawling into the room on her hands and knees. Her naked tits swayed with each inch that she took. It wasn't until she brushed against his naked leg that Hank really believed what he was seeing!
Gayle's mind froze in horror as she looked up to see her naked daughter snuggling against Hank's arm. She couldn't move as the last drops of fresh cum dripped down her throat. She clamped her eyes shut and just kept on sucking!
Jumping up from the sofa, Jill raced across the room to the closet in the hallway. Reaching into the darkness, she removed a small wooden box from the floor of the closet. A lewd grin twisted across her face as she returned to her cocksucking mother and Hank.
Though limp from its first surging cum, Gayle didn't let Hank's prick slip from her mouth. Her lips and tongue massaged the still burning meat as she looked up to see Jill lighting a crudely rolled cigarette. Gayle didn't have to be told that she would soon have her first taste of grass!
Wrapping an arm around Hank's neck, Jill held the tightly rolled tip of the joint up to his lips, and brought her own mouth to his ear. As he drew a lungfull of smoke into his chest, the tip of Jill's tongue began playing with the side of his face.
"Have you gotten a look at my mother's ass yet?" Jill whispered hotly, knowing full well the effect of her words on the handsome stud. "And if she's anything like me," Jill continued, "she'd probably dig getting fucked up it!"
Her daughter's words buzzed in Gayle's ears as she felt Hank's cock coming to life again. She was surprised at how quickly the strength had returned to his cock. Shock crashed through her mind as she felt the strong fingers tangled in her hair yank her head back. Her neck cracked as the thickness of his lust slipped from her lips.
"Get down," Hank ordered, his lips turned up into a broad grin as Jill lifted one of her fat tits up to his mouth.
It hadn't taken Hank long to realize that Gayle wasn't any different than the other horny bitches that dug his cock. She was older, and a lot sexier, but that didn't mean a thing.
The only thing that mattered to Gayle was Hank's big prick!
Gayle did as she was told. She slipped out from between his legs and crouched down in front of him. After hearing what her trampy daughter had told the little bastard, she knew just what lay in store for her!
With her chin and tits pressed into the rough carpet, Gayle pointed her ass up at Hank and Jill.
Feeling the warmth of their stares on her buttocks, she reached behind her back and let her hands pry the heavy mounds apart. The cool air on her naked, exposed asshole sent a delightful chill racing up Gayle's spine....
It wasn't until Jill reached the entrance to the subway that her mind flashed back to the present. It was amazing how much the boy in the candy store looked like Hank.
Jill spent that morning's ride to work remembering some of the best fucking that she had ever had. Hank wasn't the only lover that she and her mother had shared, but he was the best.
And before Jill realized what was happening, she knew that Hank's figure had been replaced by the boy in the candy store in her thoughts. She was already trying to figure out a way to get that teenager's prick up her pussy.
Stepping down the littered subway stairs, Jill felt the hot juices running down her inner thighs. The damp nylon covering her crotch bit into the soft lips of her cunt as she pulled a token from her wallet.
Dropping the large coin into the revolving gate, she pushed her way into the sweltering heat of the morning rush. Jill felt crowds of men and women brushing against her as she made her way down to the lower platform and the express train.
Chapter Three
Jill stepped back from the edge of the platform as the express train roared into the station. She could feel the sudden gust of dirty air sneaking up her short skirt and sending chills racing up and down her spine.
Jill couldn't imagine squeezing onto the already overcrowded train but she was swept up in the waves of people pushing to get to work on time. Clutching her purse against her stomach, Jill heard the subway car doors slide closed. She got the feeling that she had to hold her breath as the train jolted forward.
The train hadn't gone more than a hundred yards when she felt the familiar groping of a strange hand on her ass. With a deep sigh, she tried to edge away from whoever was helping himself to a feel of her sexy bottom, but it was no use. The train was just too crowded for Jill to be able to do anything.
Making up her mind to just ignore the situation and try and grin and bear it, Jill began to notice something oddly different about the hand funning up and down the length of her asscrack. It took her a few moments, but Jill realized that she was feeling the touch of another woman on her body.
Jill didn't like to be felt up by any horny men in the subway, but an aggressive woman was something entirely different! Very gently, she relaxed her tense muscles and leaned back against the probing hand.
Tina knew that it would be quite a while before the express train pulled into its next station, and she intended to take advantage of the time. It didn't take her long to figure out that Jill was more than willing to pass an otherwise boring ride having a little fun!
Looking over her shoulder, Jill smiled as Tina's hand became firmer and bolder. She could feel the younger girl's fingers actually sneaking up under the short hem of her dress. Jill could hear Tina laughing softly as she found the dampness of her inner thighs.
Contented moans slipped from Jill's lips as Tina's hand slid down the crack of her ass. In a matter of seconds, she could feel the tight ring of her asshole being gently toyed with. She could feel the manicured edges of Tina's fingers prying open the puckered door.
Suddenly the train jerked to a stop, and Jill was tossed back against Tina's strong hand. A squeal of delight spilled from her lips as the finger was rammed all the way into the churning heat of her anal canal. She could feel the sharp edge of Tina's nail scraping the sensitive walls of her asshole.
Tina didn't have much trouble picking up horny women on the subway in the morning, but Jill was a whole lot prettier than most of the chicks she met. Usually Tina chose younger girls. But there was a look on Jill's face when she stepped into the car that immediately marked her for being open and ready for a little fun.
While her finger began pumping in and out of Jill's asshole, Tina felt some horny dud's fingers rubbing against the seat of her pants. The worn] faded jeans that she wore cupped the twin mounds of firm flesh like a second skin. She was bugged at having her ass felt up, but with her own hand in the crack of a strange woman's ass, there wasn't very much that she could say.
Leaning back slightly, Jill felt Tina's tits pressing into her back. The thinness of the dress that she was wearing and the younger woman's see-through blouse weren't enough to protect Jill's flesh from the searing heat of Tina's nipples.
The deeper Tina's hand explored Jill's ass, the wetter her own cunt became. Her mind was filled with the image of curling up on the floor with her face lost in the deep crevice. Her lips trembled as she tried to dream up the taste of Jill's lush body.
Tina was finding it more and more difficult to ignore the guy pressed in behind her. She could feel the hardness of his erect bone as he pressed it into the side of her leg. She could almost feel the heat of his boiling cum racing to the clothed head of his cock!
With her eyes tightly shut, Jill felt a sweat stain spreading across the back of her dress. Tina's hand had been shoved into the elastic waistband of her panties, digging the damp, black nylon into the soft flesh of her waist.
Tina could actually feel the muscles deep in Jill's asshole sucking away on her finger. The young woman wished that they were all alone in a dimly lit room. She envisioned herself pushing the tip of her tongue deep into Jill's sopping cunthole.
As Jill felt her orgasm building in the deepest regions of her belly, she half turned towards Tina. With a lewd smile curling the corners of her mouth, her hand strayed between her newfound friend's hard, youghful thighs.
Jill dug her manicured fingers into the taut material covering Tina's pussy. Without much trouble, she was able to find her clitoris and go to work on it.
Tina squirmed beneath the older woman's experienced fingers, but never slowed down the pace of her exploring fingers. The harder Jill pressed her throbbing clit, the deeper she thrust her finger.
Jill wanted to open the front of the woman's dress whose cunt she was playing with, but knew that it was impossible. They had been playing with each other for quite a while, and the next station was coming up quickly. A lot of people would be getting off at that express spot.
As she heard the train begin to slow down, Jill began slamming her entire body back against Tina's hard-working hand. Within moments, she felt the full force of her orgasm surging through her blood stream.
Tina knew the score, and she was only too pleased to help Jill out. After all, she was enjoying the loving caresses between her legs! Her tight jeans cut deep into the quivering folds of her cunt and she knew that her pants were becoming soaked with her pussy juice.
Both women had a chance to thrill to the full spending of their lusts before the subway doors slammed open. Winking over her shoulder, Jill pulled out from Tina's grasp. This was her stop and she had to get off. A wide grin spread across her face when she saw the man behind lovely Tina sucking the finger that had just explored the deepest regions of her streaming ass chamber.
Hastily checking to make sure that her short hem covered as much of her ass as it was supposed to, she headed for the closest staircase. Wiggling her hips shamelessly, she put on a show for the men behind her. Jill didn't have to look over her shoulder to see where their eyes were all trained. She could feel the heat of their stares burning clear through her skirt.
After the grime and stuffy air in the subway, Jill really enjoyed the fresh rays of the sun on her face. The station was right up the block from the glass tower on Madison Avenue that she worked in.
Getting off on the thirty-sixth floor, Jill glanced up at the clock facing the elevators. She was pleased to see that even with her quick ass fingering, she was still on time.
"I have a ten o'clock appointment with Mr. Denver," Jill announced. My name is Jill Reynolds."
Jill thrust her tits out at the sexy woman sitting behind the reception desk. She couldn't see all of her body, but what was visible was out of this world. She was wearing a low cut sweater that showed off the deep canyon between her swollen tits. The garment was cut so low that Jill could almost see the darkened skin covering her rock-hard nipples.
"I'll tell him you're here," Jackie Swift said, running her moist tongue over her lips as she wondered whether or not Jill dug going down on hot-cunted bitches. "Have a seat, Miss Reynolds."
Jill sauntered over to the sofa that Jackie pointed out. It faced the reception desk and afforded the secretary behind it a perfect view of Jill's legs. Crossing them slowly, she allowed her hem to ride up her thighs until she was sure her stained panties could be seen.
Using the interoffice phone on her desk, she rang her" boss' extension. With her full lips brushing against the plastic mouthpiece, she told him that his morning appointment was waiting.
Bill Denver's pulse quickened as the image of Jill
Reynolds flashed in his mind. The last time he had seen her, she was bent over the bottom drawer of a file cabinet. Her entire ass was exposed beneath the short skirt she was wearing that day. He couldn't wait to get his hands on that great body as he glanced up to see the door to his office opening.
Jackie stepped to the side of the door as she ushered Jill into the office. As they passed within the door frame, their bodies touched, filling the room with sparks of lesbian excitement.
But the moment she stepped into the room, Jill had eyes for Bill and Bill alone. She wanted that job as his assistant, ans she had made up her mind to do anything to get it!
"Thank you, Miss Swift," Bill said, dismissing his secretary from the room. "Have a seat," he continued, returning his gaze to the thrusting mounds of her pointy tits.
As Jill sat down on the overstuffed leather chair, she felt her skirt bunching up around her waist, and she couldn't have been more pleased! The chill of the leather on her bare thighs sent shivers of lust racing through her tense body.
Bill could feel the heat from between Jill's legs as he stared down at her exposed cunt. The nylon panties that she wore were almost transparent, highlighting her pussy more than hiding it.
Jill crossed and uncrossed her legs several times, making sure that Bill got several good looks at her pink, throbbing twat. Just the sight of the fleece-covered slit was enough to make his well-used prick come to attention.
"Let me make it easier for you to see if I have the proper qualifications for the job," Jill announced, slowly standing up.
Bill watched carefully as the woman before him reached behind her back and undid the hidden zipper on the back of her dress. A warm, inviting grin spread across her face as she undid the garment, letting it hang loose from her shoulders.
Jill could see that she had Bill right where she wanted him. Holding her arms out to her sides, she shook her shoulders, sending the thin material sliding down the length of her body.
Suddenly, Bill's office was filled with the ripe fruit of Jill's tits. Their brown nipples throbbed excitingly, standing out from the alabaster skin covering her boobs like two tiny pricks!
Daintily, Jill stepped from the dress wrinkled around her ankles. She could feel the delightful chill of the air conditioning. Placing her fisted hands on her hips, she proudly displayed the best ass that worked in the ad agency.
Jill stood with her legs apart, enjoying the cool air on her sopping wet panties. She knew the dampness of her drooling cunt had made the thin material almost transparent. She could see Bill's eyes counting how many cunt hairs covered her pussy!
"You were very right, dear," Bill said, his mouth watering for a taste of Jill's tits. "I can see all your assets much better now."
"You can see all my what?" Jill laughed, reaching behind her back and digging her strong fingers into the rounded mounds of her buttocks.
Jill couldn't have been more pleased with herself as she watched Bill's eyes roaming up and down the length of her almost naked body. The direct approach was working fine. Just fine. As she lowered herself to the leather sofa facing the desk, she knew that the job as Bill Dnever's assistant was filled-filled with the fat thrusts of her suckable boobs.
"I'm sure you can see how much I want that job as your assistant," Jill said, cupping her left tit in her right hand and pushing its hard nipple towards her own mouth.
With her legs crossed, Jill balanced one of her high-heeled shoes on the tip of her dainty foot. She smiled as Bill's eyes followed the swaying of the polished bit of white leather.
Jill bent her head forward, as far as she could. With her gaze trained on Bill's horny expression, she wrapped her lips around the dark brown nub and began sucking on the erect tip. She made sure that Bill could hear the sounds of her wet mouth as she sent shivers of lust racing through her bloodstream.
Bill could see a thin trickle of saliva overflowing the corner of Jill's mouth and racing down the swollen top of her naked boob. By this time, his cock had grown too big for the confines of his tight slacks. Without taking his eyes from the beautiful woman sucking her own tits, he reached down and opened the front of his pants.
Jill knew what Bill was doing by the way he squirmed in his overstuffed chair. And the fact of the matter was that she was really looking forward to wrapping her lips around the thick base of his cock shaft. She couldn't wait to feel the soft spheres of his balls brush against the edge of her chin.
Bill pushed his chair back from the desk and undid the belt around his waist. Jill didn't have to strain to see the bulge that his hardening cock made beneath the taut front of his pants. He could feel the muscles in his athletic thighs tense as he reached into the folds of his slacks and pulled out the half-erect thickness of prick.
Bill's cock was everything that Jill hoped it would be. She could see how hot his prick was from across the room. Lifting her face from the dark nub of her left nipple, Jill pulled her hand out from beneath her big hunk of tit meat.
"I'm very good at taking dictation," Jill purred, a chill racing up her spine as the wetness on her tits dried. "Wouldn't you like to try me out?" she asked, soaking each word with as much steaming pussy juice as she could manage.
"Come here, baby," Bill said, holding his arm out towards Jill's still seated, naked figure.
"Anything you say, honey," Jill replied, slowly climbing to her feet and moving around to the back of Bill's desk.
Bill's eyes danced from one hard tip to the other, as Jill's knockers swayed with each step that she took. A lewd grin curled the corners of his mouth as he saw her staring at the rock-hard shaft poking out from between his legs. He could see her eyes straining to devour his burning hot prick, its head pulsing with eagerness.
Jill trembled as Bill put his arm around her naked waist and pulled her down onto his lap. She curled her hands around his strong neck and pressed her tits into his shirt-covered chest. She began peppering his face with kisses as she felt his fingers stroking up and down the thickness of her firm thighs.
Bill's hands delved into the churning heat between his new assistant's legs. The crotch of Jill's black nylon panties was wet and stretched, digging into the quivering folds of her cunt. She could feel the material thrilling her throbbing clit until the juices flooded her velvet-lined chamber.
Bill's fingers pushed the wet nylon out of their way as he toyed with the swollen lips of her cunt. In another moment, he had rammed one of his fingers deep into her belly, thrilling to the feel of his fingernail scraping the sensitive inner walls of her twat!
A deep groan slipped from Jill's lips as they covered Bill's. Holding his head firm between her fingers, she actually raped his mouth with her darting tongue. The taste of his masculine saliva ignited new flames of lust deep within her horny soul.
Jill lifted her ass from Bill's lap as she felt his free hand sliding her panties down her legs. She could feel the wetness of the material on her skin as it left a trail of her own pussy juice down the length of her sculptured legs.
Remembering that they were in an office building and not the back room of some motel, Bill leaned over his desk and reached for the intercom.
"Please hold all my calls, Miss Swift," Bill said, his left hand still pumping in and out of Jill's sopping pussy.
"I understand, Sir," Jackie replied, envious of the fucking that Jill was about to get.
No one knew her boss better than she did, Jackie thought to herself, remembering the last time Bill had her hang over the top of her desk and take it up the ass. She remembered the feel of his rough hands as he pulled her plump, rounded asscheeks apart. She remembered the gentle feel of his experienced tongue as it toyed with the tight ring of her puckered anal canal.
But most of all, Jackie remembered the feel of Bill's cock as he slammed it into the very depths of her burning hole. When her boss really gave her a good fucking, it was impossible for her to do anything but rest for at least a few hours. Bill Denver knew how to drain the sex out of his receptionist better than anybody else.
Jackie first thought that she might like the job of being Bill's assistant, but she was a realistic woman. She knew that she didn't have either the brains or the ambition to really make it in the dog-eat-dog world of Madison Avenue.
Being Bill's receptionist was just right for Jackie's needs. The job paid very well, and she had a crack at dozens of good-looking studs who were in and out of the office all day long-when Bill didn't feel like fucking her, that was!
But as she stared at the closed door to her boss' office, Jackie's thoughts changed from Bill to Jill. She began thinking about the obvious show that the little slut had put on for her earlier. She wondered whether Jill's body tasted as good as it looked.
Jackie loved the feel of a squirming cunt beneath her just as much as a stiff cock. As a matter of fact, there were times when she preferred a lesbian encounter over love with a man. There were tiny, special things that two women did to each other that no man knew about. There were always little tricks that a woman's mouth could play on a hot and horny cunt, and Jackie knew them all.
The young secretary knew what she really wanted to do. And she knew that her boss would be pleased with her eagerness. Reaching beside her desk, she hooked her fingers into the strap of her purse. Lifting the bag, she set it down on the desk and popped it open.
In another moment Jackie had redone her entire face. She touched up her full, warm lips with lipstick and outlined her eyes with fresh shadow. A touch of powder softened her nose and cheeks. She worked feverishly, using a small pocket mirror to check her work.
Standing up from her desk, Jackie leaned forward and ran her fingers over the thin nylon covering her legs. She was wearing a special type of pantyhose that left her cunt uncovered. As she twisted the handle on the inner office door, she felt a quick gust of air sneaking under the hem of her skirt and chilling her naked cunt and asshole.
Jackie wasn't the least bit surprised by what she saw when the door swung open. Jill was naked, lying with her back on Bill's desk and her legs held straight up in the air. Her body rocked from side to side as Bill knealt before her cunt. Even from the doorway, Jackie could see her boss' tongue pushing its way into her steaming cunt.
And Jackie could see the expression on Jill's face as she abandoned herself to Bill's more than experienced mouth. Feeling the juices in her own cunt beginning to come to a boil, the fully clothed receptionist stepped into the inner office and locked the door behind her.
Through half-closed eyes, Jill watched the stunning woman glide closer, until she was standing beside the desk. A slight grin was on the secretary's mouth as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Jill's.
Jackie's tongue quickly pushed its way into the steaming recess of Jill's mouth. Her mind reeled as she tasted the beautiful woman's sweet saliva.
Bill could see his receptionist out of the corner of his eye as he drank the thick love juices from Jill's cunt. Watching her reach out to fondle Jackie's boobs made his prick throb to even greater strengths.
Jill wrapped her legs around Bill's neck as she reached down the plunging neckline of Jackie's tight sweater. Lifting her ass off the desk as she ground her cunt against Bill's mouth, she dug her sharp-nailed fingers into the swollen mounds of the receptionist's tits.
Jackie pulled her mouth from Jill's and brought her right hand up under her right breast. Holding the ripe mound to the other woman's mouth, a shudder of lust raced up her spine as she felt her nipple submerged into the moist heat of Jill's hungry mouth.
Bill pulled his face out from between Jill's naked legs and stepped back from the edge of the desk. Watching Jackie- climb up onto the desk, the handsome executive tore open the front of his expensively tailored slacks. In another moment, the garment slid down his athletic legs into a soft pile of material around his ankles.
Jackie's tits hung over the top of her sweater as she climbed onto Jill's naked form. Her mini-skirt was bunched up around her waist displaying her nude cunt framed in the window of her specially made pantyhose. From where Bill was standing, he could see the winking asshole of his receptionist wriggling in the air as she ground her cunt against Jill's.
Bill couldn't have been prouder of his receptionist than he was at that moment. As he stripped off the rest of his clothes, he watched Jill's hands move into the deep crack of Jackie's ass. He watched her long, slender fingers rolling down the waistband of the younger woman's pantyhose until the nylon was a thin strip across the back of her firm thighs.
But Bill wasn't satisfied just watching the wild scene being played out on his desk. Kicking his shoes and socks into the corner, he moved back to the two women humping against each other. With his thick rod leading the way, he climbed back onto the desk, planting a knee on either side of Jackie's bouncing ass.
Jackie caught her breath as she felt her boss pressing the thickness of his cock shaft between the rounded mounds of her firm asscheeks. She tried to brace herself for the burst of pain that she knew would soon fill her body and soul. The feel of Bill's cock pumping in and out of her tight anus was nothing new to her. But she was also aware of the intense pleasure that would replace that pain after only a few moments of powerful buggering.
Jill was in a world all her own as Jackie's tits crushed her own. She could feel the woman's nipples burning against her own tits as their cunts ground together. The extra weight of Bill's body only increased the pressure of Jackie's cunt against her own.
Bill dug his fingers into his receptionist's shoulder blades and shot his hips forward. As always, his aim was perfect and the blunt tip of his throbbing cock slammed against the tight hole of Jackie's ass. With another two bursts of strength, he battered his cock deep into her anal canal.
A small desk lamp crashed to the floor as the tip of Bill's cock dug into the steaming heat of Jackie's burning asshole. Sheets of neatly typed paper flew into the air as the young woman rammed her ass back against her boss' monstrous tool.
Jill was the first to orgasm. The tight curls of Jackie's pubic hair ripped across the throbbing nub of her clit until waves of lust crashed through her mind. As she reached the very heights of her horny passion, Jackie bent down and dug her teeth into the other woman's heavy right breast.
The sound of Jill's wild moan set off the eruption boiling in Bill's aching balls as they bounced against the sopping wet gash of his secretary's pussy. As his head rocked from side to side, he could feel his cock pumping load after load of his steaming cum into the very depths of Jackie's tight asshole.
Jackie could feel each drop of her boss' cum as it splashed into the straining walls of her anal canal. Hidden muscles deep in her buttocks sucked away at his shaft, milking every drop of his boiling passions deep into her body.
With her body thrashing in every direction at once, Jackie joined Jill and her boss in their soaring orgasms. The sound of their moist bodies crashing together filled the expensively furnished office.
Bill was lost in the shooting spasms of lust that raced through his blood stream. The force of his orgasm seemed to build instead of weaken as he pumped load after load of steaming juice into his receptionist's horny body. He could feel Jackie's well-trained ass muscles alternately tighten and relax on the thick stem of his throbbing cock.
But the thrills that took control of Jill's body were even greater than both Jackie's and Bill's. Their combined weight pressed her hard against the smooth surface of his desk, but she didn't feel the slightest discomfort. Her mind was too filled with pleasures of Jackie's mouth sucking the shit out of her cunt.
And thoughts of her new job as Bill's assistant!
Chapter Four
Before Jill left the office that afternoon, she had a chance to feel Bill's cock deep in her throat, cunt and asshole. As a matter of fact, their interview had lasted almost five hours before the agency's creative director had satisfied himself on his choice of assistants.
Jill spent the last hour of the workday clearing out her desk in the secretarial pool. There wasn't another hot-assed bitch in the room that didn't know how Jill landed the important job, and there wasn't one among them that wouldn't have done the same for a chance at the promotion.
"I hope you don't forget all your old friends," Robbin smiled, looking over the desk that stood back to back with Jill's.
"Now don't be silly, darling," Jill replied, her eyes dancing over the buttons straining to keep the young woman's tight blouse closed.
Jill certainly had no intention of forgetting one of the biggest titted tramps in the entire ad agency. She had spent too many delightful hours sucking away at the hard tips of those thrusting mounds of firm flesh. Not to mention the sweet taste that lingered in her mind from the last time she had sucked the young woman's hairy cunt.
"If you see any of those fat-cocked executives around without something nice to fuck, give me a shout," Robbin laughed, even though they both knew that she was dead serious.
"Don't worry about it, baby," Jill assured her friend, "I'll keep you in mind."
As Jill strode to the door of the large room, she passed by her friend's desk. Robbin couldn't resist reaching out and cupping the rounded bottom of Jill's left asscheek.
Jill wanted to turn on her heels right then and there and force Robbin's pretty face down between her legs. She wanted to feel the horny woman's fat tits rubbing the inside of her thighs as her tongue explored deep into the steaming cavern of her pussy.
But Jill couldn't ignore the exhaustion in every muscle of her body. She couldn't ignore the aching in her cunt and asshole from the beating that it had taken beneath the thrusting strength of her new boss' fat cock shaft.
So instead of turning and taking Robbin up on her lewd proposal, Jill left for home, and a little rest before her first day as Bill's assistant. Judging from the interview, she knew that taking care of his needs would require all the strength that she could muster.
With her mind filled with the expectations of her new paycheck, Jill decided to take a cab home that evening. It was still early, and mid-town was its usual traffic-jammed mess, but at least she wasn't sweltering in a crowded subway car.
Jill let her mind wander aimlessly as she stared out the window of the cab. Before she realized it, they were uptown, only a few blocks away from her East Side apartment. Thoughts of the teenager in the candy store flashed in her mind as she caught sight of the sign hanging out front of the shop halfway down the block.
Jill's eyes sharpened as the cab slowly made its way past the small store. Peering through the front window, she watched the younger teenager putting up the burglary gates. He was wearing a black T-shirt that outlined the rippling of his powerfully muscled frame.
"Right here will be fine," Jill blurted out, searching in her bag for a few dollars for the fare.
Glancing across the street, Jill caught sight of a small coffee shop. It didn't look like the cleanest place in the world, but it did have a perfect view into the candystore that it faced!
The air-conditioning in the coffee shop sent a delightful chill racing up Jill's spine. With her high heels clicking loudly against the polished stone floor, she walked over to the counter and swung her sexy ass up onto one of the stools. She was aware that the hem of her skirt had flown up around her waist, displaying almost all of her naked ass and cunt.
"A cup of coffee, please," Jill said curtly, ignoring the smirk on the counterman's face as she ignored the obscene position her skirt had taken.
Sipping the bitter-tasting coffee, Jill kept watching the candystore over her shoulder. The hot liquid burned the walls of her mouth while thoughts of the teenager's tight body burned the walls of her horny cunt!
After about ten minutes, Jill saw the young boy leave the store, waving to the old man as he slowly ambled down the crowded street. Tossing a dollar bill onto the counter, Jill jumped off her stool and headed out to meet the handsome young stud. It took the hem of her dress several steps before falling back down over her ass, and she knew that the ugly, old counterman had a nice look at her asshole before she wiggled out the door.
Ted Williams was walking slowly, his eyes dancing from one set of rounded buttocks on display before him to the other. The young man loved working on the East Side, even though he had to take the cross town bus every morning and afternoon. There just weren't the kind of chicks that turned him on living where he did on the West Side.
Jill was soon only a few feet behind the handsome stud as her mind quickly plotted her plan of action. Judging by how slowly he was walking, she was sure that he had no place special to get to. The horny woman had no intention of letting his strong cock get away from her, that was for sure!
By the time Ted stood at the corner waiting for the light to change, Jill had sauntered up beside him. Just the fragrance of the erotic perfume that she was wearing was enough to attract the attention of the horny teenager, and the sight of the surprise in his face made Jill's cunt throb with new excitement.
Ted couldn't believe his eyes. As he felt his knees weaken, his gaze focused on the swollen thrusts of Jill's tits. He had spent most of the afternoon dreaming of her after she came into the store, but he had never expected to see her again so soon. Especially with such a lewd grin spread across her lush lips.
The light changed, but neither Jill or Ted moved from their spots. The teenager was held in his place by the slow rise and fall of the beautiful bitch's tits. He could smell the excitement of her flesh as thoughts of her thrilling body thrashing beneath him swirled in his mind.
"We've picked a rather busy spot to stand around sightseeing," Jill laughed, glancing around at the pedestrians brushing past them.
Jill knew that the line she had chosen wasn't the cleverest that anyone had ever come up with, but it did the trick. The moment she saw the first hint of a smile crossing his lips, she reached out and wrapped her arm around his.
"Why don't we go somewhere that isn't so crowded?" Jill asked. "If you haven't somewhere else to go,"she quickly added.
Things were moving pretty quickly for Ted, but there was one thing that he knew for sure. There was nothing he'd rather do than go away with the beautiful tramp wrapped around his arm. As she snuggled close, he could feel the tips of her thrusting tits burning through the thin material pulled taut over her breasts.
As hard as he tried, Ted couldn't think of a single thing to say or do. His throat was as dry as a bone, his legs shaking with an intense excitement that he had never felt before.
Ted certainly wasn't as inexperienced as his young years would indicate. His fat cock had found its way into several of his classmates and the fucked-out holes of a few Forty-Second Street whores. But he had never shoved his burning prick into the steaming chamber of a bitch that looked anything like Jill.
"Don't tell me that you have something else to do?" Jill teased, tightening her grip around his arm.
Ted knew that he would have to speak, he knew that he would have to answer the thrilling woman beside him or risk letting the most beautiful cunt that he had ever met slip through his fingers. Even if the words tore the walls of his dried throat, he knew he had to reply.
"Nnnno . . . no," Ted stammered. "I got no place to go," he added, the muscle in his arm tightening as he felt the outline of her hard nipples against his skin.
Jill fought back the tears of laughter as she enjoyed the obvious discomfort in the squirming boy's voice. She thrilled to the power her exciting body had over the teenager as the tips of her fingers trailed over the taunt' skin of his arm. She could feel a thin coating of perspiration covering his smooth, hairless flesh.
"My place is just up the block," Jill suggested, tightening her grip on the young teenager even more.
Jill didn't even wait for his reply. Stepping down off the curb, she pulled him toward her apartment building. She could actually feel the intense heat rising from the boy's athletic frame as he allowed her to lead the way.
All of a sudden, Ted broke out in a cold sweat. The full impact of the stunning woman hanging on his arm finally hit, and he fought back the urge to run like a child frightened out of his wits. In that instant, he knew that he was being taken up to the apartment of a beautiful woman nearly old enough to be his mother for the singular purpose of ramming his thick cock up that woman's sopping cunt.
Jill sensed the sudden terror that was filling the boy's mind but she was more than determined not to let him out of her grasp. Just the thought of his throbbing prick pumping in and out of her wet pussy was sending little shivers of lust racing up and down her spine.
"Relax, baby," Jill soothed, unwrapping her arm from his as they stepped into her expensive apartment house lobby.
Glancing at her mailbox as she guided Ted to the elevator, Jill saw that there were a few letters waiting to be opened. But the teenager's pants were waiting to be opened also, and they consumed more of her thoughts at that moment.
"I just realized something, baby," Jill laughed, reaching out and outlining the edge of Ted's jawbone with the tips of her fingers, "I don't even know your name. Mine's Jill."
As frightened and uncomfortable as he was feeling, Ted couldn't help but respond to the soft laughter spilling from Jill's lips. His own smile matched hers as he introduced himself. For the first time in awhile, Ted was able to take an inhale without feeling the cool air tearing at the walls of his dry throat.
When the elevator's heavy metal door slid open, Jill ushered her young friend into the small enclosure. She was pleased that no one else was waiting to use the lift as its door slid closed behind them. Leaning forward, she pressed the button marked "SIX".
Ted was fascinated by the way the woman's thrilling body moved. As she leaned forward, he could see her tits spilling forward, becoming even more strongly outlined in the soft material of the summer weight dress that she was wearing. His mouth started to tremble as he imagined wrapping his lips around those taut nipples.
With the sudden, quick movements of a jungle cat, Jill spun on her heels and wrapped her arms around Ted's shoulders. Her hands toyed with the short hairs on the back of his neck as she ground her fat tits into his hard chest and crushed her mouth on his.
When the elevator opened on the sixth floor, Jill tore herself out of Ted's arms and strode out into the hallway. She purposely walked in front of the teenager, rolling her hips like a common tramp as she made every effort to turn the horny stud on. She wanted her teenage lover hot as a pistol by the time they got into her apartment.
Ted licked the sweetness of Jill's saliva from his lips as he stared at the up-and-down motion of her rounded asscheeks. His gaze slipped beneath the hem of her dress as he caught sight of the sweet curve of her buttocks.
Jill didn't have to look over her shoulder to see where the young stud's eyes were trained. She could feel the heat of his gaze penetrating the thin material of her dress as she wiggled her ass over to the front door of her apartment. She rested her purse on a lifted knee as she searched for her keys, knowing full well that the pose she held drew her dress even tighter over the rounded perfection of her ass.
With a flick of her wrist, Jill unlocked the two locks on her front door and let it swing open. Glancing over her shoulder, she flashed Ted the warmest, most inviting smile that she could manage, and stepped into. the air-conditioned coolness of her apartment.
Ted followed his mistress like a little puppy dog on a leash. It had been a while since their last words, and the silence was beginning to make Ted even more nervous than he had been. Still held in the trance of her thrilling body, he stepped deeper into the apartment as Jill kicked her shoes off and headed straight for the bar.
"Make yourself comfortable," Jill called out, enjoying the feel of the deep pile carpet beneath her toes, "while you still can!" she added, a lewd grin creeping into the sound of her words.
There was no question in Ted's mind about the meaning of Jill's words. He was experienced enough to see the burning lust in her eyes as she eyed the bulge of hard flesh between his legs. He knew that she was mentally sizing up the dimensions of his cock, wondering if she would be able to take its full thickness down her hungry throat.
"How about fixing me a drink, too?" Ted asked, surprised by the sudden boldness of his own words.
Jill was just as surprised, and even more delighted by Ted's show of eagerness. She knew the boy was. just trying to convince her of his maturity by ordering a drink, and she liked all the trouble he was going to to impress her.
"What would you like?" she asked, pouring herself a stiff Scotch on the rocks as she looked over her shoulder in time to see Ted sink down into the soft, comfortable sofa in the middle of the living room.
"I'll have whatever you're having," Ted replied, really not sure of what to ask for.
When Jill turned from the bar, she was holding a tray with two amber-colored glasses on it. The ice tinkled as she walked, the tips of her thrusting tits just barely brushing against the cold, wet glass.
Jill floated effortlessly across the floor until she stood before Ted's seated figure. Bending at the waist, she held the tray out toward him. Most of her naked tits were clearly on display down the front of Jill's plunging neckline.
Ted's eyes widened as his gaze delved down the front of Jill's dress. He could actually see her hard nipples rubbing against the front of her dress as his fingers wrapped around one of the tall glasses.
Without standing up, and with Ted's hungry eyes glued to the swollen mounds of her fat tits, Jill gave her shoulder's a quick shake. She could feel the heavy mounds of flesh bouncing against each other as she watched his eyes growing wider and wider.
Jill slowly stood up straight again, grasped her drink and placed the tray on a small table beside the sofa. Wrapping her arm around his shoulder again, she lowered herself down beside Ted on the couch. She rubbed her fat tits against the entire length of his body as she snuggled beside him and brought the rim of her glass to her lips. Tilting her head back, she took a deep swallow of the burning amber liquid.
Ted followed Jill's lead but took a bigger gulp of booze than he could handle. Almost immediately, he felt the cold liquor searing the walls of his throat. As hard as he tried, it was impossible for the teenager to keep from coughing his fool head off.
"Easy, honey," Jill soothed, stroking the back of Ted's head as she fought to hold back the laughter building up within her. "Take it easy. We don't want you to hurt yourself."
Taking Jill's advice, Ted was more careful with his second swallow and was able to hold back the urge to cough. His spine went rigid as he felt the tip of one of her fingers toying with his ear.
Jill took the glass from Ted's hands and placed it, with her own, on the table beside the sofa. With a perverted grin turning up the corners of her mouth, she wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled her body up tight against his.
The last of Ted's shyness faded as the alcohol pulsed through his brain. As Jill's lips sought his, the horny teenager slipped his hands down the front of her dress. He immediately found the hard nubs of her throbbing nipples and rubbed his palms into their hardness.
Jill caught her breath as she thrilled to the unexpectedly skilled touch of the young horny stud. She squirmed against him even tighter, throwing a leg over his lap and grinding her throbbing cunt against his hard thigh.
"Oh, baby," Jill groaned, pulling her lips from Ted's and seeing the wetness of her own mouth across his face.
Ted dug his young fingers deep into the twin globes of ripe flesh jutting from Jill's chest and yanked them out of the prison of her dress. An oddly mature growl slipped from deep in his throat as he bent to capture one throbbing nipple between his teeth.
Jill leaned back on her ass, grinding her cunt down harder against Ted's knee. Deep-pitched laughter spilled from her lips as her hair whipped against the sides of her thrashing head.
Jill rode Ted's leg as if it were a huge cock, slipping it under the hem of her dress and mashing her naked cunt against it. Spasms of lust shot from her clitoris as she humped against her lover's thigh with a slow but steady rhythm.
Ted's entire mind and body was taken over by the desire that burned deep in the pit of his flat stomach. Lifting his face from Jill's left tit, he thrilled to the sight of his toothmarks against her smooth, alabaster-toned skin.
"All right, you bitch," Ted snarled, tossing Jill off his lap onto the floor before his feet, "now you're going to get some of what you've been sniffing around for!"
Jill was completely caught up in the excitement of her teenage stud's sudden strength. She didn't usually enjoy being handled so roughly, but this time was different. This time she was crawling before a sixteen year old, just like her mother had when she was his age.
As she crept between Ted's open legs, Jill's mind filled with the image of her own mother going down on her high school dates. As her nimble fingers undid the zipper of his jeans she remembered the sight of her mother blowing every young stud she brought home!
But the pungent smell of Ted's manly shaft pushed all other thoughts from Jill's mind. Through the thin, tightly drawn material of his white underwear, she could see the outline of his bloated cockhead. She could see the blunt tip of his prick throbbing against sweat-soaked cotton.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Ted demanded, shoving his ass up off the sofa.
Jill grinned lewdly as his rockhard tool bumped against her chin. With trembling fingers, she parted the slit in the front of his pants and got her first look at the boy's cock.
Ted's thick shaft was everything that Jill had hoped it would be. Her eyes danced over its blood-filled head, caressed the tiny pee-hole in its tip. She could feel the wetness between her legs as she imagined the taste of the young, sweet cock slamming against the back of her throat.
Ted didn't even give Jill's mouth a chance to get ready for the onslaught of his teenage cock. Wrapping his fingers into her tangled hair, he slammed her face down into his crotch,, the thickness of his shaft forcing open her lips.
Jill gasped for breath as she felt Ted's cock crash into her face. In another instant, she could feel the blunt tip of his prick pushing its way down her throat. With the hunger of a horny virgin, she gobbled away at the prize club of meat. Her lips, teeth and tongue worked feverishly as she fought to keep from being suffocated by the teenager's throbbing hard-on.
"That's it, bitch!" Ted screamed, his voice echoing from the four walls. "Suck me! Suck the shit out of my hot, horny cock!"
Jill hardly needed any encouragement from her teenage lover. She could feel his cock growing bigger and bigger between her lips as her tongue massaged the underside of his now monstrous prick. The bigger Ted's meat became, the hungrier she became for it. She could feel the heat of his balls bouncing against her chin, and could imagine the load of cum waiting to shoot down her slaving throat.
Ted had been sucked by many girls his own age, and even a few older whores, but none of them turned him on as much as Jill, a bitch nearly twice his age! It felt as though her entire body was working on him, urging the boiling juices from his aching balls.
Ted's hands dropped from the back of Jill's head. His fingers clawed the sofa seat beneath him as he shot his hips forward again and again. He could feel his cock smashing into the back of her throat with each thrust, and he could feel her eager mouth working even harder.
Falling into a dazed lust, she twirled her tongue around and around on his redly gleaming cock shaft, shivering with pussy-tingling delight as she felt his swollen cock twitch between her sucking red lips. Saliva bubbled all around the indentation just beneath his bloated cock head from her juicing mouth's erotic ministrations.
Ted moaned as Jill's lips slurped up and down on his thickly veined, fully erect cock. Voyeuristically, he watched the pretty older woman slavishly suck him off, and the cum-pulling sight doubled his ecstasy.
Sure, he'd been with hookers before, but this was something else again. A cocksucker for hire is just that: mouth on cock, spurt your jism in her open oral cavity, then zip\ out you go, some money and a little cum lighter. But this, this was the turn-on of turn-ons! Man, everybody loves a blow-job, but to be picked up by this fantastically beautiful broad, right off the street, and her a horny cocksucker, man, this is the stuff dreams are made of . . . but this was for real!
And Jill sucked on, licking and mouthing the young boy's semen-dripping, ready-to-shoot cockstand. And it throbbed, throbbed again as ejaculatory sensations rushed all through him blinding and mesmerising him to everything save this delicious-looking cocksucker working on his own, hard prod, and the throb! he was shooting.
"Gggggaaaaahhhhh!" he moaned and cried: "HHHAAAHHHHH!" And his cum shot, spurting, leaping, into the hot, moist depths of her greedily sucking mouth.
Jill's eyes bulged as the head of her teenage lover's cock exploded. Load after load of Ted's steaming scum splashed down her throat, into the churning heat of her quivering belly.
"Drink it... drink it up!" Ted screamed, spitting each word through clenched teeth.
Jill thought that she would surely drown in the seemingly endless flow of his love juices, then realized that there was no better way that she could imagine ending her life. She could feel the boy's bitter-sweet cum overflowing the corners of her mouth. She could feel the hot wetness rolling down her chin and splattering against the top of her right breast.
After what seemed like hours, Jill felt the last drops of jism trickle from Ted's cock. His tool began to soften between her lips, and she let the tip of her tongue explore his pee-slit, licking out the remains of his spent passions.
Ted's entire body went limp as Jill let his cock slip from her steaming mouth. The rasping sound of his labored breathing filled the room as the last rumblings of his mighty orgasm faded.
Jill's lush body flopped down onto the carpeted floor. A contented smile spread across her face as she lapped up the excess cum from the edges of her mouth. She hadn't come, but the flavor of his lust filled her body with a satisfying warmth.
Through the thin slits of his almost-closed eyes, Ted watched the whore at his feet licking up his cum. He had never imagined that any woman could enjoy the taste of sperm as much as Jill was obviously enjoying his. The sight of her snakelike tongue sent new shivers of excitement racing through his body..
Jill couldn't deny that the boy's rough handling had thrilled her. She couldn't deny that the feel of his powerful fingers on her tits made her cunt drip with desire.
But as she looked at Ted's exhausted figure slumped against the couch, she knew that it was her turn. She was now master, and Ted her obedient slave!
A soft laugh slipped from her lips as she slowly climbed to her feet. She could see the teenager's eyes following her every move as she carefully pushed her exposed tits back into her dress, and smoothed the wrinkled hem of the-garment over her thighs, covering the dampness of her exposed cunt.
"Did that feel good, baby?" Jill purred, climbing back up onto the sofa beside him.
Grinding her tits against his side, Jill locked her arms around the boy's perspiring neck and crushed her mouth down onto his. Her tongue forced his lips and teeth open. She enjoyed the taste of his saliva as he gasped for breath beneath the assault of her hungry mouth. Then she sucked his tongue between her teeth and bit down on it until she could hear him moan.
Jill laughed wildly as she quickly climbed to her feet. She could see fear in the boy's eyes, and it made her cunt throb with lust. Bending forward, she wrapped the fingers of her right hand around his half hard cock and janked him to his feet.
"Now, sonny boy," Jill smirked, "let's see how good you are at sucking!"
Jill could feel Ted's prick hardening between her strong fingers as she led him to her bedroom!
Chapter Five
Susan Philips glanced up from her work to a clock on the wall facing her desk. She was glad that it was already six o'clock. The radio commercial she was working on was beginning to bore her and she was eager to leave her office.
As she folded the carefully typed sheets into their folder, she felt a familiar tremble through the pit of her stomach. Bending forward, she pulled out the bottom drawer of her desk. A shudder shot through her cunt.
Susan retnained bent forward as she felt her tight skirt dug into her slim thighs. In the far distance, she heard the folder slip from her fingers and spill into the gaping drawer.
The sound of the.loose pages against the metal desk drawer brought Sue back to her senses. Catching her breath as she sat up straight and still in the chair.
After a few, long monents, Susan stood up and walked out from behind her desk. The sound of her stockinged legs rubbing together hissing in her own ear as she moved to the coat rack in the small office. Slipping her arms into her coat and wrapping the heavy garment around her body sent a new chill racing through her blood.
Susan's rock-hard nipples burned under the weight of her thick coat as she pushed the doox open and stepped into the hallway. She was surprised to see how deserted the rest of the floor looked until she realized it was Friday night, a night when almost everyone left earlier.
Her heels clicked loudly against the tiled floor as she strode toward the elevators. No matter how hard she tried not to think about it, her mind was filled with lusting images of sex!
As she turned the corner of the shadowy corridor, she felt the nylon of her panties dig deep into the trembling lips of her pussy. She could feel the wetness of her lust dampening the black material as it ran down the inside of her thighs.
Susan's entire body was beginning to shake as the elevator slid silently down from the tenth floor. She began to feel beads of perspiration forming on her brow.
Sue hated the weekends. She hated the thought of being alone for two days and nights. She hated the urges that drove her insane every time she met a guy that turned her on. And she hated the fact that every man she met turned her on.
As Susan crossed the marble lobby of her office building, she looked out the revolving door entranceway. Her pulse quicked as she recognized Steve Elliot waiting at the bus stop.
Susan's eyes danced over her friend's body as she imagined the one time that she had gotten him into her bed. She remembered leaning back across her sofa as Steve pushed up the hem of her skirt and pressed his face into the steaming moisture of her cunt.
"Steve!" Sue called out, wrapping her fingers around his arm and pulling herself tight against him. "How are you?"
There wasn't anyone that Steven would rather see at that moment than the hot tramp wrapped around his arm. The fight that he had had with his wife that morning made him regret having to go home. But with Susan's mouth obviously hungry for a fat cock to suck, he could see no reason to go home!
"Hello, Susan," Steve said softly, smiling as warmly as he could. "It's nice to see you. .. again."
"I want to apologize for falling out on you the other night," Susan said shyly, pressing herself even tighter against Steve's strong arm.
Sue wasn't used to smoking grass, and Steve had brought some really strong stuff with him that night. After fucking herself silly for three hours, she fell into an exhausted sleep. Steve had been nice enough not to wake her, and she slept right through to the next morning.
"Apology accepted," Steve smiled, enjoying the warmth of her hot body against his side.
Susan Philips was the craziest nympho whore that Steve had ever met. There wasn't a guy who knew at work who hadn't fucked the shit out of her. But that didn't make any difference. He knew that Susan had only one thing on her mind, and it matched his own thoughts.
"You're really very sweet, darling, but I'm sure I owe you more than just an apology. You'll have to let me cook dinner for you one night."
"Just invite me," Steve smiled back, feeling the strength of her fingers clutching his arm through the thickness of his winter coat.
Susan never tried to fool herself. She knew that the only way to calm down her quivering cunt was to ram a fat prick up it! Sue smiled to herself, knowing that Steve had a tool between his legs that would do the job.
"What's the matter with right now?" Steve added.
Susan growled softly as she pressed her lips to his. Her tongue wormed its way into his mouth as she ground her hips against his. Through the thickness of their clothing, she could feel Steve's cock hard against her crotch.
Steve pulled himself out of Susan's arms after their long, sweet kiss. He was actually afraid of shooting off a load right in the middle of Madison Avenue. Susan Philips was one skilled chick, and he knew that just the pressure of her hungry cunt might be enough to wet his pants.
He glanced over his shoulder at the young woman's smiling face as he stepped to the curb to hail a cab. In another instant they were headed to her apartment downtown.
"Would you like to know what we're having for dinner?" Susan asked, rubbing herself against Steve's strong shoulder.
"I'll bet I can guess," he replied.
"Why guess?" she asked, a lewd smile curling up the corners of her mouth.
With that, Susan undid the front of her coat and reached down to the hem of her dress. While Steve looked on, she hiked the garment up over her ass, exposing the sopping wet material of her black, bikini panties.
Steve couldn't help but lick his lips as his stared down into her crotch. As the pungent scent of her oozing twat filled the cab, he thought about the last time he had slammed his cock into her throbbing gash. He could still remember the tightness of her cuntlips sucking the boiling cum out of his aching balls.
"Don't tell me you're shy?" Susan teased, reaching over and taking Steve's hand in her own.
As she relaxed into the back of the seat, she brought his hand between her legs. She closed her eyes and smiled contentedly as Steve's skilled fingers began stroking the tender lips of her throbbing cunt.
It wasn't long before the cab pulled up in front of Susan's downtown apartment, and it wasn't long before Steve's cock was plowing the deepest regions of her pussy.
Steve was as good in bed as Susan had remembered, and she was more than glad that he didn't waste any time getting between her legs. The minute they stepped inside her apartment, his fingers were tearing away at her clothing.
Under the strength of Steve's powerful body, the night passed quickly. The warm brightness of the morning sun streamed through the unshaded windows, bathing Susan's naked body in rays of golden yellow. The strong light woke her, and she quickly realized that Steve had left sometime earlier.
Even before she was fully awake, Susan could feel the heat building in the pit of her stomach. She could feel the pangs of unsatisfied desire as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Sitting up, the heavy globes of her breasts thrust forward. She was wishing that Steve hadn't left, wishing that his strong cock was still hers!
Lifting herself from the bed, Susan slowly moved toward the bathroom, and the cold shower that she prayed would relieve her lusts. She wrapped her slender, manicured fingers into the soft terrycloth towel slung over the back of a chair, drawing it up to her chest as she walked. The rough material brushed against the hardening tips of her boobs, sending shivers of passion racing through her blood.
Lifting her dainty foot, Susan stepped into the tub, letting the cascading water splash against her body. The needle sting of the shooting water bounced off the swollen mounds of her tits. Bending at the waist, she increased the hot water until steam rose over the brightly colored shower curtain.
There weren't many things that Susan enjoyed more than a blazing hot shower. She knew that it would only make her passions surge, but she just didn't give a damn. Doomed to a life of insatiable lust, Susan no longer gave a damn about anything!
Stepping back a few paces, Susan let her back rest against the wet, slippery tiled wall. Closing her eyes, she slowly opened her legs, letting the burning spray splash against the most intimate parts of her body. The hot water made the muscles in her thighs tremble with excitement.
Susan brought her hands to the flatness of her stomach. Mouthing words of instruction to an imaginary lover, she began massaging the tightly drawn gkin covering her belly. The tip of one of her fingers explored the deepness of her navel as a broad, hungry smile spread across her exquisitely featured face.
With her sculptured limbs weakening, she supported herself against the back wall. Making believe that Steve was still with her, she slowly lowered her hands into the churning heat of the center of her lusts. The tips of her fingers tingled to the feel of her wet, pubic hair as she toyed with the soft, tiny curls.
Her panting breaths sounded loud as she touched the lips of her cunt. Susan's sharp-edged fingernails thrilled her entire body as she troubled the soft, pink flesh.
Susan's mouth began to tremble and twitch uncontrollably as her fingers delved into the steaming, velvet-lined chamber between her legs. Her breaths seemed to catch in her throat as her hips shot forward, swallowing up the thin digits of her right hand.
Susan felt herself sliding downward, but there was nothing that she could do about it. Her hand worked away furiously as she came to rest on the floor of the tub. She lifted her legs high up into the air as the water pumulted her smooth skin.
Her ass lifted off the white enamel as Susan's body responded to each thrust of her own hand. A wildly thrashing foot kicked the shower curtain from the inside of the tub, sending water spilling out onto the floor, but the woman was too caught up in her own ecstasy to even notice.
With her hand pumping in and out of the damp furrow of her lower belly, Susan orgasmed. Her loud moans rang out as she thrashed in all directions at once. Spurred on by the stinging spray of steaming water, she let her body answer the hard working efforts of her fingers.
And then it was all over.
Susan's legs slumped back down into the tub as she lay at the mercy of the never ending stream of water. Her tangled hair floated in a puddle of water as she fought to catch her breath.
Dragging herself from the bottom of the tub, Susan stepped into the comparative dryness of the rest of the bathroom. By the time she stood before the clouded mirror or her medicine chest, the throbbing hunger had returned to her tortured body.
Susan slowly toweled herself dry, thinking about how she would spend the sunny Saturday morning. Her orgasm had drained the strength from her arms and legs. Dropping the damp towel to the floor, she sauntered back into the bedroom and dropped down to the crumpled bed. She loved having her body bathed in the strong sun as she wondered whether anyone was watching her through the unshaded windows.
A faint smile spread across her lush lips as she began to fall back asleep. Susan could feel a great sex dream waiting for her. But the silence in the room was shattered by the ring of the phone on the table beside her bed.
"Shit!" she hissed, praying that the annoyance would just fade away before it ruined the moment.
But the phone kept ringing until Susan just couldn't stand it any more. Rolling onto her side, she dragged the extension down to the bed.
"Hello?" she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed.
"Susan, darling! How the hell are you? I just flew in for a couple of days."
The voice on the other end of the line made Susan's eyes pop open. Only her mother could sound so turned on that early in the morning.
"I'm still at the airport, babe," Jane Philips added, still not giving her daughter a chance to get a word in edgewise. "I hope you haven't made any unbreakable plans for the rest of the weekend!"
"Hold on a second," Susan laughed, "give me a chance to figure out what the hell's going on, Mom."
"I just got bored in Cleveland and figured that New York might be able to put a little spice into my life," Jane bubbled.
"I bet it isn't a little spice that your looking for, mother dear," Susan teased. "And I'll sure as hell bet that it isn't anything little, either," she added.
The grin returned to Susan's face as she thought about her mother's mature, spectacular body. Pictures of Jane's swollen boobs danced in the young woman's mind.
"Now don't move," Jane continued, "Well catch a cab and be in the city in a half-hour."
"Who in the world are you with?" Susan asked, shaking the last thoughts of sleep from her mind.
A young man that I met on the plane. I'm sure you'll just love him!" Jane gushed. "See you soon, baby."
With the sound of her mother's voice still ringing in her ears, Susan could feel the adrenalin pumping in her veins. A new excitement surged through her body. Knowing her mother as well as she did, any thoughts about how the weekend would be spent ended. Jane would want to do only one thing, and her daughter couldn't have been more delighted.
Susan was sure that the living room was as messed up as her bedroom was, but she also knew that her mother wouldn't mind. Hopping out of bed, she headed for a dresser against one of the walls. Pulling the top drawer open, she yanked out a pair of faded jeans.
Susan knew that her mother would probably prefer she be totally nude, but she felt like stuffing her rounded ass into the skintight denims. She knew that the firm mounds looked even better inside the worn garment.
No one knew Jane Philips better than her daughter did. Susan was well aware of her mother's passion for teen-aged boys, If there was a young stud within ten miles of her, Jane could smell him out and get the little bastard between her firm thighs faster than any other bitch in town.
The half-hour passed quickly. The sound of the lobby buzzer made her pulse jump. The skintight jeans were the only garment that she wore, knowing that her mother and her mother's young friend certainly wouldn't mind the sight of her tits hanging out.
"Yes?" Susan said, pressing her lips close to the mouthpiece of the intercom.
"Come on, honey, time's awasting!" Jane replied, her voice thin and scratchy sounding through the inexpensive speaker built into the wall by the front door.
Susan didn't waste any time pushing the button that unlocked the lobby entrance. Her mind was already filled with the images of perverted lusts that Susan knew would happen, now that her mother was in town.
Sue didn't move from the front door as she waited for Jane and her friend to arrive. And she didn't have long to wait. In a few moments, she heard the sparkling sound of her mother's voice as the older woman stepped off the elevator.
As Jane reached the front door of her daughter's apartment, she could hear it being unlocked. With her arm wrapped around Tom Dillon's strong, sixteen-year-old arm, she drew the boy even tighter against the thrusty hardness of her forty-five- year old tits.
Tom and Jane's eyes widened as they stared at Susan's wonderful body framed in the doorway. Neither had expected to be greeted by a pair of hard, dark brown nipples, and they couldn't have been more delighted.
"Susan, darling," Jane exclaimed, rushing forward and wrapping her arms around her daughter's neck. "How wonderful to see you."
Tom's cock could still feel the good going over that it was treated to in the cab ride from the airport as he watched Jane's mouth come crushing down on Susan's. He hadn't been introduced to the young woman yet, but with a pair of tits like those, her name didn't make the least bit of difference. The teenager could feel his lips trembling as he imagined wrapping them ground one of the girl's brown, throbbing nipples.
"Mother, you old bitch!" Susan giggled, "You feel great!"
Tom's cock came to life as he heard the younger woman call Jane her mother. Now that he looked more carefully, he could see the family resemblance between the two women. Though they sagged a bit, Jane's tits were just as big and delicious-looking as her daughter's. The boy had gotten a good look and taste of the mature bitch's breasts in the tiny toilet on the plane.
Susan couldn't keep her hands off her mother's ass. The older woman's bottom felt marvelous beneath the skintight leather hot pants that she was wearing. Sue's fingers traced up the length of her mother's asscrack, clearly outlined under the taut material.
"Well come in, come in," Susan said, pulling out of her mother's tight embrace and stepping back into her apartment.
Jane's velvet-lined cunt throbbed as she looked at the hard throbbing nipples on her daughter's swollen boobs. She could almost taste the milk-and-honey flavor of the girl's thrusting mounds.
Tom and Jane brushed past Susan as they strode into her apartment. The boy's cock stood out hard between his legs as he began getting used to the idea that he was about to fuck his brains out with a horny mother and her daughter. His mind drifted back to the early morning flight from Ohio.
Tom was flying into New York to attend the wedding of an older friend. He hadn't expected to run into a woman as wild-looking and horny as Jane Philips. As a matter of fact, he didn't even see her in the airline terminal before the plane took off.
Tom may not have noticed Jane, but she certainly had an eye on him. She was sipping coffee in the small snack stand as he was assigned his seat on the plane. When she realized that he would be traveling alone, she made sure to get a seat beside him. Flashing the ticket agent a sexy smile got her everything that she wanted.
Jane let Tom get on the plane first, being careful that he didn't see her until they were side by side. She liked the idea of surprising him with her lush body, and horny thoughts about how to pass the time of the boring flight filed lustily through her mind.
Tom turned from the window as Jane stepped up to her seat. Smiling at the handsome teenager, she slipped out of the leather jacket that she was wearing and placed it up on the shelf above the twin seats. As she reached up, she could feel his hungry eyes staring at her braless tits, hidden beneath a tight sweater.
When Jane sat down, she was careful to let her nylon-covered knee brush against the side of Tom's thigh. She smiled broadly as the teenager squirmed in his seat. The mature woman could hardly wait to wrap her long legs around the boy's neck and pull his face tight against her throbbing cunt.
Just before the takeoff, as they searched for the loose ends of their seat belts, Jane and Tom's hands touched.
It didn't take long for Jane to strike up a conversation with Tom. Before long, they were chatting happily, their thighs rubbing together. By the time their breakfast was served, Tom and Jane were the closest of friends. With the trays on small tables over their laps, the experienced woman made her first real move.
Tom's eyes lit up as he felt Jane's fingers crawl into the heat between his legs. He was chewing on a piece of bacon when he first felt her hand around the hard bulge of cockmeat in his crotch.
A soft laugh spilled from Jane's sensual lips as she watched the surprise in the young boy's face. Leaning forward, she pressed the tip of her right tit against his shoulder as she continued to skillfully toy with his prick.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you," Jane whispered, the tips of her fingers slowly unzipping the front of his pants.
Jane reached into the folds of Tom's fly and slipped her fingers into his crotch. Under the cover of the meal trays, she grabbed his throbbing shaft. The sharp edge of one of her manicured nails played with the thin pee-slit in the blood-filled head of Tom's rigid prick.
As they both continued to eat, Jane pumped her fingers up and down the entire length of the teenager's thick meat rod. She could feel the heat building up between his legs and knew that the thick cum in his balls was coming to a boil.
Tom swallowed the last bit of eggs on his plate and blew a load of cum into Jane's experienced hand. The full force of his orgasm echoed in his brain as Tom leaned back into the softness of the plane seat.
With a lewd grin turning up the corners of her mouth, Jane brought her cum-soaked fingers up to her lips. As the teenager watched, her long tongue scooped up a good taste of his love juices. She was sure the twinkle in her eyes showed the boy how much she was enjoying the taste of his cum.
Right then and there Jane knew that she would be able to get the little bastard into the small bathroom in the back of the cabin. It certainly wouldn't be the first time she'd used a plane's toilet to relieve the throbbing desires of her overactive libido.
Tom was everything that Jane knew he would be, performing to meet her wildest expectations in the plane's cramped bathroom. As a matter of fact, he was so good under such trying conditions Jane decided to bring him along to meet her daughter.
"Relax, honey," Susan said, snapping the boy out of his thoughts about the morning flight in from Ohio.
As Susan held her hand up to motion the teenager to the soft couch in the center of the room, she thrilled to the feel of his hot, handsome eyes roaming over her exposed breasts. Just the look on her mother's happy face told Sue that he had already proven himself to be quite adult when it came to fucking.
"Aren't I terrible?" Jane laughed, dropping her coat over the back of one of the chairs in the living room. "I haven't even introduced you two. Tom Dillon, my daughter, Susan Philips."
Following the smell of the smoke in the air, Jane wandered into Susan's bedroom. The minute she walked through the door, she saw what she was looking for. As usual, there were several fat, tightly rolled joints on the table beside her daughter's bed.
"Nice to meet you, Tom," Sue smiled, turning toward the kitchen and the refrigerator. "Would you like something to eat?" she asked, coyly looking over her shoulder as she hid the thrusting nakedness of her boobs from his sight.
"No, no," the boy replied, his eyes dancing over the firmness of Susan's asscheeks. "I've ... I mean, we've already had breakfast. On the plane."
"I'm sure you did," Susan laughed, her tits bouncing wildly as she searched for something to eat, "knowing my mother!"
"I'm sure you know your mother just fine," Tom added, remembering how Jane and her daughter kissed and rubbed together when they arrived at the girl's apartment.
Tom's eyes flashed to the bedroom doorway as he smelled the strong aroma of pot coming from the room. But his eyes returned to the nearly naked woman standing before him when he heard Susan turn around. Once again, he was treated to an unobstructed view of her sweet apple knockers.
Susan was proud of her body and proud of power it held over the teenager. While he watched, she lifted her right breast toward her mouth and wrapped her lips around the throbbing hardness of her dark brown nipple. She could see him trembling as the small kitchen filled with the wet sounds of her sucking mouth.
"Didn't I tell you that she was a real knockout?" Jane asked, coming up beside the teenage boy and wrapping her arm around his trim waist.
"You sure did," Tom replied, reaching for the joint between Jane's mature lips. "But you didn't tell me that she was your daughter!"
"I sure hope you don't mind," Susan smirked, letting her right tit slip out from between her lips.
Tom's eyes remained fixed on the swing of
Susan's naked breasts as she came toward him. His cock ached, straining the material covering his crotch. A chill shot up his spine as the little bitch came up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled her naked tits against her chest.
When Susan's lips came down to crush Tom's, she was trying to show the teenager that her mouth was just as good as her mother's. Knowing Jane the way she did, she was sure that the boy had had a chance to feel her mother's mouth gobble the jism from his shooting prick. And she was jealous of Jane!
"Isn?t it a little crowded in here?" Jane asked, stepping out of the small kitchen and heading for the comfortable sofa in the middle of her daughter's living room, "After that cramped ride in the plane bathroom, I want to spread out and relax!"
Tom, Susan and Jane laughed at the woman's joke. They all knew what little ride she was talking about. The teenager really started to turn on as he-felt Sue's crotch grinding into the hard lump of cock between his legs.
As Jane sauntered over to the couch, she undid the waistband of her leather hotpants. Sucking her stomach in, she pushed the garment down her firm thighs until her asscrack showed over the top. By the time she reached the heavy piece of furniture, she kicked the trampy garment from around her ankles.
Sitting down, Jane removed her nylon pantyhose. Her daughter's nakedness from the waist up was matched by her nakedness from the waist down! The only thing that the forty-five-year-old woman was still wearing was a tight sweater and a pair of high-heeled shoes.
"There," Jane said, dropping down to the couch and lifting one foot to its edge, "now you have your choice. Top half or bottom half!"
With the joint hanging from her lips, and the potent smoke filling her lungs, Jane displayed the well fucked lips of her cunt. The deep gash was hidden beneath the soft curls of pubic hair.
Looking between her mother's legs as she pulled herself out of Tom's arms, Susan could remember the last time she'd sucked Jane's cunt. She was remembering the way those soft curls tickled her chin as her tongue licked the juices from the steaming chamber.
With her arm tight around Tom's trim waist, Susan led the teenager to the sofa and the waiting cunt of her horny mother. Neither of them could take their eyes from Jane's mature, sopping wet cunt.
"Why don't you let mother entertain you for a moment," Susan told the boy, "while I go get a few more joints. That grass is really good!" she added, giving Tom's rock-hard cock a quick tug as she swung her hips into the bedroom.
"Sounds like a great idea," Jane squealed, lifting her legs up into the air and wrapping them around the teenager's tight waist. "Come here, baby!"
Tom dropped down to his knees as Jane's legs tightened around him. For the second time that morning, he ducked his face into the steaming heat of her drooling cunt. His well-trained lips sought out the throbbing nub of her clitoris.
Susan's cunt throbbing with excitement as she returned to the living room, a joint dangling from her lips. She had opened the waistband of her jeans and one hand was busily shoved up her cunt as she drew lungfuls of drugged smoke into her chest. With each drag, her fat tits thrust out, their rock-hard tips begging to be sucked by a hungry mouth.
Susan crossed the room and lowered herself down onto the sofa beside her mother. The two of them kept smoking as they watched Tom's hungry mouth going to work between Jane's wide-open legs.
"I'm jealous," Susan pouted, the heat building between her legs as she watched her mother's cunt being sucked so delightfully. "You've already felt his mouth sucking you off."
"Well," Jane thought out loud, while lifting her ass off the sofa and grinding her cunt into Tom's teeth, "maybe you're right. I guess I am being a little selfish."
"Oh, fuck you!" Susan exclaimed, reaching forward and wrapping her fingers in the boy's hair.
"I need him more than you do!"
Jane let her daughter pull the boy out from between her legs. She was having a wonderful time beneath his skilled mouth, but she also knew that Susan was right. Besides, Tom was the kind of stud who could go all night!
Tom felt his neck snapped back and his face being torn from one sopping crotch onto to be jammed into another. He was amazed at how similar the two cunts tasted as he gently bit Susan's puckered pussy lips. The tip of his tongue toyed with her clitoris as he licked the love juices from the inner walls of her cunt.
Jane was proud of her morning's discovery. Her eyes remained fixed on Tom's bobbing head. Without a moment's hesitation, she reached for a fresh stick of grass and the matches that lay beside it on the coffee table.
Susan was going out of her mind!
She tightened her legs around the teenager's neck as she ground her cunt up against his slaving mouth. She was amazed at how experienced Tom's mouth really was. Susan knew that the boy between her throbbing legs had sucked plenty of cunts in his time.
Jane couldn't resist the swollen thrusts of her daughter's tits. As she leaned forward, she could see Susan's nipples getting harder and darker.
"Baby, you got a great pair of tits!" Jane moaned, as she wrapped her lips around one of her daughter's hot buds.
Susan's fingers immediately moved to the back of her mother's neck as she bounced her pussy against Tom's teeth. She could feel the muscles in Jane's neck tightening as she chewed her daughter's nipples.
Jane pulled herself away from her daughter's thrilling body and climbed down onto the floor beside Tom. Her nostrils filled with the pungent aroma of Susan's sopping wet cunt as she watched the young man sucking away. Without disturbing him, she began stripping his clothing off. Her fingers trembled over Tom's smooth, hard skin. His body was almost hairless.
Once she had him naked, Jane crawled beneath his legs and grabbed his thick shaft between her slender fingers. The carpet irritated her back, but it didn't matter. Only thoughts of the teenager's marvelous cock pressing toward her mouth filled Jane's perverted mind!
Tom was barely aware of Jane's actions until he felt her hot mouth closing around his stiff prick. A chill wnet up his spine as he felt Jane's hungry lips gobbling up his cock. Tom spread his legs farther apart, letting his hairless balls bounce against Jane's chin.
Susan could feel her orgasm growing closer and closer as Tom's tongue lapped the walls of her cunt. She trembled with excitement as the teenager's teeth toyed with her throbbing clitoris.
Jane loved the taste of Tom's cock. The fact of the matter was that the older woman loved the taste of any young prick. Her lips and teeth worked up and down the thick shaft and she could feel the boy's bloated, blood-filled cockhead pushing against the back of her throat.
As his own mouth slaved on Susan's wonderful cunt, the teenage stud thrilled to the feel of the girl's mother letting the tip of her tongue explore the pee-slit in the tip of his cock. As he pushed his prick deeper and deeper into Jane's stunningly beautiful face, the cum in Tony's balls came to a boil.
A deep moan formed in Jane's throat as she felt Tom's cock explode. Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks as she tasted the first spendings of the boy's burning lusts. The sweetness of Tom's juices made her cuntlips shake with excitement.
Tom's prick shot load after load down Jane's hungry throat. He could feel her sucking every last drop of jism from his steaming balls as he continued to ravage her daughter's cunt.
Jane really went wild as she felt Tom's body pushing downward, his cock slamming deeper into her mouth. She reached around his young body, her fingers trembling as she ran them over his smooth, hairless skin. She could feel the tenseness in the boy's athletic body as his muscles tightened.
Jane's hands reached into the tight crack of Tom's ass as she struggled to swallow every drop of his marvelous spending. The older woman pulled her teenage lover's asscheeks apart. The tips of her exploring fingers found the tight ring of his anus.
Tom pulled his face from Susan's throbbing cunt as he enjoyed the lingering echoes of his orgasm. He rested his hard set cheek against the young woman's inner thigh until the suddenly bold touch of Jane's experienced fingers.
Susan could understand why Tom stopped sucking her cunt off, but it didn't make her less unhappy. She was just closing in on her own climax when the young stud between her legs quit. She pushed her cunt toward the boy a few times, and was disappointed when she got no response.
But like any good mother would, Jane figured out what was going through her daughter's mind. While she sucked the last drops of cum from Tom's limpening cock and one hand worked away on his asshole, her free hand stole into Susan's crotch.
Tom moved a few inches, out of Jane's hand. This was the first time he had ever seen one woman fingering another. His mind really began to flip when he thought about the fact that the two women were mother and daughter!
A wide grin spread across Susan's face as she felt her mother's hand delving into the quivering lips of her cunt. She knew that no one could finger her pussy as well as Jane. In a very few moments the flames of her lusts were once again being fanned.
Chapter Six
After several months as Bill Denver's assistant, Jill was one of the most valuable women in the entire advertising agency. Whenever Bill was having trouble with a client, Jill was brought onto the scene. Few men were able to remain troublesome with her juicy tits in sight.
That morning she wasn't the least bit surprised when her boss buzzed her on the phone and asked that she come to his office. Jill knew that he had an appointment with a client reluctant to renew the agency's contract.
Jill always came to work dressed to show off every good feature of her sexy body. She was wearing a pair of dark blue knit pants that molded to the curves of her ass like a second skin. In contrast to the tight slacks, she wore a translucent blouse that enhanced her braless tits instead of hiding them.
Jill smiled to Bill's secretary as she walked over to the door of Bill's private office. As she softly tapped on the door, she could feel her nipples hardening beneath the thin material of her see-through blouse.
Bill smiled up at his assistant as she stepped into the plushly furnished office. As always, he couldn't have been more pleased at the way she was dressed.
"Jill," Bill began, "I'd like you to meet P.J. Moran, advertising manager for Food Processing, Limited."
Jill turned to the leather couch against the far wall. Her eyes widened with surprise as her gaze fell on a stunningly beautiful woman about fifty years old. PJ's long black hair was laced with gray shimmering in the soft office light as it fell lightly over her smooth shoulders. Her carefully tailored suit couldn't hide the lushness of her still firm body.
Bill certainly hadn't exaggerated, PJ thought to herself, as she stared up and down Jill's lovely body. Her fingers were already aching for a chance to touch the thrilling woman.
"How do you do, Jill," PJ said, holding out her hand and doing little to hide the lust building up in her face.
"Nice to meet you," Jill said, quickly stepping toward the still seated woman.
"PJ is in town to talk about next year's contract with Food Processing," Bill said, leaning back in his chair once he saw how well the client and his assistant were getting along.
Jill reached the foot of the sofa and leaned forward, smiling just as warmly as she could. She could see how excited the sight of her nearly naked tits made PJ, and she was pleased at the power her body held over the wealthy, influential woman.
Reaching up, PJ took Jill's hand into her own and held it tightly. She enjoyed the warmth of the younger woman's hand as her eyes caressed the swollen thrusts of Jill's boobs. The hardened tips of Jill's boobs only inches away from her lips made PJ's mouth water.
"It's been a long time since I was footloose and fancy free in the big city," PJ laughed, scratching her nails across the palm of Jill's hand. "Bill suggested that you might be able to put me back in touch with what's happening around town."
"I'm sure I know just what you mean, PJ," Jill replied, slowly lowering herself down onto the sofa beside the older woman.
PJ kept hold of Jill's hand as the younger woman sat down beside her. The important businesswoman was beginning to forget that Bill Denver was even in the room as her eyes danced from one of his assistant's hardened nipples to the other.
As PJ sat on the leather sofa, the hem of her tailored skirt rose up toward her waist. She was pleased to see Jill's eyes moving up and down the length of her shapely thighs. The almost black stockings that she wore emphasized the smooth curves of her spectacular legs.
Bill let the two women enjoy each other for a little while before getting things back on a business level. He wanted to give PJ a good idea of the rewards that lay in store for her if she renewed the ad agency's contract.
"Jill, darling," Bill began. "Why don't you fix us all some drinks."
For many businesses, it would have been too early in the morning for booze, but not the advertising business. In ad agencies it was never too early in the day for a good, stiff belt.
Flashing PJ a warm, inviting smile, Jill climbed to her feet and headed for the very complete bar tucked away in one corner of Bill's office. As she rose from the sofa, her thigh brushed against the older woman's and a shock of lusting excitement shot through both their bodies.
"Now, dear," Bill said, turning his full attention back toward PJ, "let's get back to the matter at hand. As I was saying before, I must agree with you that Food Processing's sales haven't been quite as good as we all hoped they would be. But as I showed you, we have some very exciting plans for this year's advertising program-plans that I'm sure will really set a fire under those sagging sales graphs."
Bill smiled to himself as he watched PJ's difficulty keeping her eyes off of Jill's sexy ass. The sound of his asssitant preparing the first of many drinks kept drawing his client's attention. And that was just as he wanted it!
"Those future plans are very impressive," PJ answered, her eyes glued to the sway of Jill's tits as she returned to the sofa holding a tray of drinks. "Perhaps we should give them a fair chance."
Jill placed a drink down in front of her boss then turned back to the client sitting on the sofa facing the desk. She couldn't have been more pleased at the effect her body was having on the older woman.
Jill stood directly in front of the still-seated client, and bent forward at the waist as she offered her a drink. PJ's lips trembled slightly as she reached up to take one of the two remaining glasses on the cork-topped tray.
"Thank you, dear," PJ said, her gaze focused on the twin globes if firm flesh on display only inches in front of her face.
Jill wrapped her fingers around the remaining glass and placed the empty tray on a small table beside the sofa. As she brought the strong Scotch and soda to her lips, she sat down, close to PJ.
PJ caught her breath as she felt the steaming heat of Jill's body pressing against her side. She could smell the young woman's erotic perfume, mixed with the aroma of her own passions. The fifty-year-old woman could feel the juices flowing between her own two legs as images of Jill's naked body danced in her mind.
"Then we can count on another chance to show Food Processing just what we can do for their advertising needs?" Bill asked, his voice cutting the silence like a hot knife through butter.
"Yes, yes, of course," PJ replied, feeling the increasing weight of Jill's body leaning against her.
Jill squirmed around in her seat until she could brush her left nipple against PJ's right arm. Even through their clothing, she knew that the older woman would be able to feel the hardness of her ready body.
A wide grin spread across Bill's face. His job was done. And once again Jill proved to be well worth the thirty-five thousand dollars a year that the agency was paying her. Knowing that his client was in the best of hands, he rose from behind his desk and headed for the door. While things were still hot, he wanted that contract signed.
Jill winked at her boss as she watched him quietly slip out of the room. She knew that he was hot-footing it up the legal department to finalize the deal as soon as possible. She could see how proud Bill was of her and how well she was doing her job.
"Excuse me for a moment," Bill mumbled, silently slipping out of the expensively furnished office.
Neither woman looked up as Bill left the room. By this time, Jill's long, slender fingers were caressing the taut skin covering PJ's knee. The warm feel of skintight nylon sent a chill racing up the younger woman's spine.
Staring into the woman's eyes, Jill brought her hand up to the back of PJ's neck. As an inviting smile curled up the corners of her mouth, she pulled the older woman into the steaming heat of her embrace.
As they pressed their swollen tits together, Jill's mouth came crashing against PJ's. The younger woman's tongue explored her new friend's mouth. She could taste the delicious flavor of the other woman's saliva.
"Bill was certainly right!" PJ joked, finally pulling herself out of Jill's arms. "He said you'd be just what I was looking for, and he couldn't have been more on the nose."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Jill teased back, licking her tongue around the corners of her sensual lips.
"I hope you don't have a busy schedule today," PJ said, leaning back into the leather sofa and enjoying the lingering warmth of their kiss. "I thought we might spend the rest of the day together. I'm sure Bill wouldn't mind if I stole you away for a little while." "I'm sure he wouldn't!" Jill replied. The women's laughter filled the room as they enjoyed the unspoken joke. Jill climbed to her feet, her long, slender fingers smoothing the wrinkles out of her tight-fitting slacks. The crotchpiece of the sexy garment cut deep into her cuntlips, outlining her pussy in the dark, knitted material.
"I'll make reservations for us at a nice little place that I know on the East Side," Jill said, turning and walking to Bill's desk.
Jill didn't have to look over her shoulder to know where the older woman's eyes were trained. She could almost feel PJ's hot gaze through the material covering her rounded asscheeks. She knew that the skintight garment outlined the full length of her asscrack, and she could imagine her friend's mouth watering at the thought of exploring it.
"Sounds like a great idea," PJ said, climbing to her feet and glancing down to the wrist watch that she was wearing. "That'll give me plenty of time to go back to my hotel room and get into something a little more comfortable."
Three hours later, Jill sat in a booth toward the back of the half-filled restaurant facing the front door. She was waiting for PJ, who was already fifteen minutes late. Jill didn't like to be kept waiting, and she was beginning to get a little bugged.
But all her anger quickly disappeared when she saw PJ framed in the doorway. The older woman looked spectacular, changing her trim, businesslike suit for a wild, leather hotpants outfit. Even from across the room, Jill could see how nice the fifty-year-old woman's tits were, "straining the material of her tight-fitting jacket.
It took a moment for PJ's eyes to become accustomed to the darkness inside the lounge. But it wasn't long before she found Jill seated in the rear booth. Rolling her hips like a streetwalker looking for a sale, she headed toward her young friend. The leather between her legs cut deeply into the throbbing wetness of her pussylips with each step she took.
"I'm sorry I'm a little late," PJ said as she slipped into the booth across the table from Jill.
As PJ sat down, her knees brushed against Jill's sending shocks of excitement racing through both their bloodstreams. The older woman's attention was once again drawn to Jill's nearly naked breasts. She could see the hardening nubs of her nipples and her mouth began to water for a taste of her firm body.
"It took me a bit of time to catch a cab," PJ continued.
"That's okay," Jill smiled, reaching out and covering the older woman's hands with her own. "I haven't been waiting long."
PJ more than enjoyed the cool feel of Jill's fingers as the younger woman outlined small circles on the back of her hand. A delightful chill raced up her spine as her eyes jumped from one displayed nipple to the other.
After a few moments of small talk, the waiter brought over two menus. He was young, and in the East Side cocktail lounge looked even younger. Jill couldn't help but notice how wide PJ's eyes became as she watched the young stud move away from the table.
"He's probably gay," PJ whispered under her breath. "All the nice young ones are gay," she added, keeping her eyes glued on the pumping of sexy ass as he disappeared into the kitchen. "So," Jill teased, "you like 'em young, huh?" PJ was embarrassed by the teasing, until she saw the little twinkle in Jill's eyes. As they smiled into each other's face, PJ realized that she wasn't the only one at the table who got her kicks from young studs.
A picture of Ted Williams, his teenaged cock standing erect and ready to plow the shit out of the closest cunt, suddenly flashed in Jill's mind. She was sure that the boy could well take care of PJ, and probably supply a few more hot, teenage cocks for both their pleasures.
When Jill told her friend about Ted, she could almost smell PJ's pussy spilling over with cuntjuice. She could see the fifty-year-old woman's lips trembling with anticipation as she described the boy's smooth, powerful body.
"Would you like to order drinks?" the waiter asked, interrupting the women's whispered conversation.
"Two Scotch and sodas," Jill answered, not taking her eyes from PJ's.
The older woman returned Jill's sexy looks, but couldn't keep her eyes from following the sway of the young waiter's ass as he went to get their drinks. The sight of his hard buttocks pressing against the straining material of his skintight jeans made her well-fucked cunt throb with excitement.
"Don't waste your time looking at him, honey," Jill smiled. "You'll have enough on your hands tonight, when I give Ted a call."
"I hope I have a lot more than just my hands full," PJ laughed, trying to imagine what the handsome stud looked like from Jill's very detailed description.
For two hours, Jill and PJ sat in the shadowy lounge, enjoying the good food, good company and good booze. By the time dessert was served, both women were well on their way to being totally bombed.
As she sipped her drink, Jill slipped her foot out of the high heels that she was wearing, and let her toes tickle the inside of PJ's long, sculptured leg. She could see her friend's fingers tightening around her glass as she allowed her foot to roam into the very heat of PJ's steaming crotch.
Jill could feel the throbbing heat of PJ's cunt through the thin, stretched leather covering her pussy. Laughter spilled from the younger woman's lips as she felt her friend's legs tightening around her trapped foot. "If we don't leave under our own power now," Jill laughed, pulling her foot out of PJ's lap, "they're gonna have to carry us out of here!"
"Sounds like a lot of fun," PJ replied, slurring her words as the full impact of the booze hit.
"Why don't we go to my place? It isn't very far from here," Jill volunteered, reaching for her purse for some money to pay the bill with.
"It's a good thing," PJ slurred. "I don't think I could make it very far."
Both women giggled drunkenly at PJ's little joke. But they really were having a bit of trouble getting themselves together. Suddenly a man appeared at their table. Jill had seen him come into the lounge thirty minutes earlier and had already tried to size up the cock that he was keeping hidden in his pants.
"Can I give you ladies a hand?" he asked, wrapping his strong fingers around Jill's soft arm. "My car is parked just outside. Maybe I can give you a lift?"
Jill dug the handsome guy. She liked the feeling of strength in his hands as he helped her to her feet. But one look into PJ's face told the efficent woman that her guest wasn't interested in having a little fun with the guy. The truth of the matter was that he wasn't paying much attention to the fifty-year-old's stunning body. Jill was surprised that he was able to keep from staring at the older woman's magnificent tits.
Jill couldn't help but feel flattered that the handsome stud was overlooking PJ's hot meat for her own, but she was also Bill Denver's assistant, and it was her job to keep this important businesswoman nice and happy.
"No thanks, honey," Jill replied, smiling as warmly and invitingly as she could. "Maybe some other time," she added, pulling out of his grasp as she and PJ walked to the door.
Jill didn't have to look over her shoulder to see where the guy's gaze was focused. She could feel the heat of his eyes penetrating the taut material of her pants. She could feel her rounded buttocks flush beneath his stare.
The late afternoon sun burned Jill and PJ's eyes as they stepped into the street. The lounge had been airconditioned, and they had both forgotten what a hot day it was. Jill stepped out to the curb and hailed a cab. It wasn't more than ten minutes later that they stepped into the cool lobby of Jill's apartment building.
Jill knew that she really shouldn't run her airconditioning system full blast while she wasn't at home, but the stories about the energy crisis had already gotten to be such a bore, and she didn't give a damn about it any more.
When PJ stepped into the expensively furnished apartment a wide grin curled up the corners of her mouth. The cool air on her hot skin felt marvelous, and it felt as though electric shocks were shooting through her bloodstream.
"How delightful," PJ exclaimed, sailing into the living room and flopping down on the oversized couch.
"Well, I'm glad you like it," Jill said, dropping her purse down on a table by the door and following PJ to the sofa.
PJ looked up at Jill's advancing body through drunken eyesight. But she was still sober enough to focus her eyes on the younger woman's tits, displayed beneath the black veil of the see-through blouse that she was wearing. '
"I want you to feel comfortable, PJ darling," Jill continued, wrapping her arms around the older woman's neck as she slid onto her hot lap.
Jill heard a breath catch in PJ's throat as she crushed her lips down onto the older woman's lush mouth. In a split second, her long tongue was exploring her friend's mouth, licking the sweet-tasting saliva from its inner walls.
They kissed for a long time before Jill pulled away breathlessly. Draping her body around PJ's neck, she relaxed against the fifty-year-old woman's fat tits. She could feel the throbbing heat of her nipples through both layers of clothing.
"Should I go make us some drinks?" Jill asked, curling even closer against PJ's warm body.
"This is just fine, darling," the older woman replied, reaching around and running her hands over the twin mounds of Jill's firm asscheeks.
PJ's strong fingers toyed in the crack of the younger woman's ass as she felt Jill's hands slipping into the front of the leather jacket that she was wearing. The crotchband of her hotpants cut deep into the throbbing wetness of PJ's cunt. She thought that she was going to cum in her pants right then and there when she felt her naked nipples being stroked.
-Oill's fingers left the hot nubs of flesh for a moment and reached for the clasp holding the woman's jacket closed. With a quick flip of her wrist, the garment fell open. PJ's fat tits surged forth from the prison of leather.
A growl slipped from Jill's dry throat as she squirmed her face down against PJ's hot boobs. Her lips searched for the older woman's nipples. She could feel the damp heat of her friend's body.
PJ's hand flew to the waistband of Jill's slacks. She was impatient to see those firm tits bobbing free in the cool air. Her fingers ached to touch the naked roundness of her young ass. Her mouth was filled with the need to taste PJ's sopping cunt.
PJ's fingers tickled Jill's sides, and the large room was filled with the sounds of the woman's laughter. The older woman's body trembled with a chill from the wetness of Jill's mouth on her naked tits.
"Oh, you're ticklish," PJ squeeled with delight, her fingers dancing lightly over Jill's smooth skin.
"PJ, stop it! Stop it!" Jill screamed, laughing wildly as she threw herself off the woman's lap and onto the floor.
PJ's fingers tightened around the waistband of Jill's slacks, and as the younger bitch crawled away, her older friend stripped down her pants. Jill happily kicked the garment off her ankles, and they both laughed as it landed draped over one of the expensive table lamps.
PJ's cunt really began to throb as she looked down at the floor. Jill was stretched out at her feet, wearing her high heels, see-through blouse, and the smallest black nylon bikini panties that PJ had ever seen.
Jill didn't have to look down between her legs to know that her panties were a sopping mess. She could feel the overflowing love juices staining the inside of her thighs. The pungent aroma of her own twat swirled in her perverted mind.
A lewd, drunken grin turned up the corners of PJ's mouth as she watched Jill slowly unbuttoning the front of her blouse. She watched as the younger woman let the garment fall into a soft puddle over her naked thighs.
Jill pulled her see-through blouse over her crotch. Her fingers then pulled the bikini panties from her plump ass and down her legs. The redness of her pussylips showed through the thin black material of the garment.
"Do you like what you see?" Jill asked coyly, rolling onto her side and propping her body up on one elbow.
PJ dug the way Jill's left tit rested on the carpet. The heaviness of the globe of flesh made her mouth water. She could hear Jill's soft laughter as the younger woman crawled over to her feet, her face a mask of lewdness.
PJ was wearing soft, suede boots that reached nearly to her knees. Jill's fingers found the hidden zippers on the boots, and undid them. She wrapped her fingers around the woman's right foot and slowly lifted it to her lips.
The sweetness of PJ's body filled Jill's mind as she pressed her mouth against the taut nylon covering the woman's toes. After a lingering kiss, she repeated the action with the other foot.
PJ's legs felt weak as she lifted herself to her feet. Jill smiled up at her as she pulled her jacket off and tossed it onto the sofa. The woman's hands flew to the waistband of her hotpants, and in a flash, they too were in a heap on the couch. She stripped her pantyhose off in one sweeping motion and tossed them out of the way.
Jill rolled over onto her back and stared up at the spectacular view she had of PJ's tits. She was proud of the way her own fat mounds thrust up from her slender frame. Her eyes flashed as she watched PJ place a foot on either side of her head and slowly lower her body down over Jill's hungry lips.
The moment Jill's teeth dug into the throbbing heat of PJ's clitoris, the fifty-year-old woman turned into a crazed, nympho bitch! She slammed her ass back against Jill's hot tits as she bounced her sopping cunt against Jill's hard-working mouth.
Jill flipped as she felt enveloped by the heat of PJ's thrilling body. The sharp edges of her teeth teased the lips of her lover's cunt, while her tongue dug its way deep into the velvet-lined chamber. Her mouth filled up with the sweetness of the older woman's overflowing twat.
The rest of the afternoon passed quickly as the two women enjoyed the full spectrum of Lesbian lust. Jill brought out some extra good pot, and the two bitches polished off another fifth of Scotch before it was time to call Ted at the store. Jill was glad she had his number at work.
"Hello?" the old man said, after plucking the phone from its cradle under the front counter.
Jill was disappointed when she didn't hear the young, strong voice that she was expecting. As she asked to speak to the teenager, she fought to resist the urgings between her legs. The urgings of PJ's experienced mouth on her throbbing cunt.
Ted couldn't imagine who was on the phone when his boss told him that he had a call. He wasn't used to receiving calls at the store, and he hoped that old man Phelps didn't mind him taking it.
"Yeah?" Ted said, talking softly as he watched his boss straightening out the newspapers on the wire rack.
Jill closed her eyes the moment she heard Ted's voice. A chill raced through her bloodstream as her mind filled with the image of his stiff cock slamming its way down her throat. She could remember feeling his hot balls bouncing against her chin as she covered his thick shaft with her saliva.
"Hello, Ted," Jill purred, making her voice sound just as sexy and inviting as she could. "It's me, darling. Jill."
Ted's breath caught in his throat as he recognized Jill's voice. It had been quite a while since he had spoken to the horny bitch. He wanted to call her many times, but had never been able to get up the nerve. He kept telling himself that it would be better if he waited for her to come to him. And at that very moment, he knew that he had been right.
"Hi, Jill, it's nice to hear from you," Ted replied, trying to hide the lust that was building deep in the pit of his stomach.
Jill kept her eyes closed as she slowly began to rotate her hips against PJ's mouth. She could feel her older friend's tongue pressing its way between her sopping pussylips, into the steaming heat of her churning cunt.
PJ could feel the blood pounding in her head as the taste of Jill's lush body filled her mouth and the aroma of her passions made the fifty-year-old woman's nostrils flare with excitement.
"I hope I'm not taking you away from anything important?" Jill teased, thinking about the erection that she was sure the boy was experiencing.
Leaning on one arm, Jill reached across the enormous bed to the drawer in the nightstand beside it. Reaching inside, she removed a small wooden box. She smiled down at PJ's puzzled expression as she placed the small container on the flat of her stomach and removed the lid.
PJ couldn't have been more pleased. In the small Midwestern town that she came from, the opportunities to get high with a wild-looking bitch were few and far between. Of course, the fifty-year-old woman got turned on by some of the high school boys that she picked up whenever the throbbing need between her legs got too great to contain.
As she watched Jill lifting a tightly rolled joint to her lips and lighting it, PJ remembered the very first time she smoked grass. It was also the first time that she fucked her brains out with a boy young enough to be her grandchild!
It was a warm afternoon, and as usual, PJ Moran was bored. The silly paperwork on her desk certainly wasn't able to keep her mind off the hunger between her legs. She told herself that she would hit the singles bars that night and find herself a nice cock to feast on!
But thinking about the night only made PJ hornier. Her expensively furnished office was like a prison. She had the feeling that the walls were slowly closing in on her, suffocating her.
Finally, giving in, PJ closed the folder that she was working on and pushed her chair back from the desk. The ultra short mini-skirt that she wore hiked itself up over her ass. Looking down, she could the damp patch of nylon covering her cunt.
Before she had a chance to make any plans for the day, PJ found herself in the downtown shopping district. She decided that looking through a department store was as good a way to kill time as any.
PJ was strolling through the record department when she first laid eyes on Bob. The boy couldn't have been more than fourteen-years-old and she really ignored him at first. Reaching over for a record in the lowermost rack, PJ suddenly had the odd sensation of someone staring at her. Glancing over her shoulder, she caught the teenager really digging on her body.
PJ felt vaguely ashamed of herself for the perverted thoughts that were filling her mind. The boy was certainly young enough to be her son, if not grandson!
But there was no denying how strong and sexy the young stud looked. And there was no denying how hot and horny PJ was. She began to imagine having the boy all to herself, his thick, burning cock suck deep in the steaming chamber between her legs.
Still looking over her shoulder, PJ's eyes met Bob's and the corners of her full, sensual lips turned up into the warmest, most inviting smile that she could manage. Picking up teenage boys was a game that the woman was unfamiliar with, but she was learning fast.
Bob could feel the cock between his legs beginning to stiffen as he looked at PJ's beautiful face. The boy was a little more shy than a lot of his classmates. That's one of the reasons why he usually kept to himself. He never seemed to get up the nerve to ask any girls in his class for a date. Instead, he spent his nights alone, thinking about the sweetness of their sexy tits and asses.
But the woman he was staring at at that moment was certainly unlike any of the horny sluts who he saw displaying themselves in the classroom. This woman looked sweet and kind and understanding. As a matter of fact, she reminded him of his own mother. Even the way she made his fat dick stand on end reminded Bob of his wild-assed mother.
PJ sensed the fears and nervousness in Bob as she slowly stood up straight again. She stood sideways, making believe that she was reading the record jacket in her hand. But actually she was showing off the profile of her fat tits. She knew that her swollen boobs were her best feature. She wanted to turn the boy on.
PJ's actions weren't wasted on the sexed-up teenager. His gaze slowly traveled down the length of her magnificent body. Lingering on the thrusts of her breasts, Bob's lips trembled as he imagined wrapping them around the throbbing buds of her nipples.
PJ was ready and willing for anything, but she wasn't sure how to proceed. The last thing she wanted to do was scare the boy off, and she was afraid that too bold a move might do that. Instead, she slowly turned and walked to the cash register. She didn't have to look over her shoulder to know that his young, bright eyes were following the sway of her lush hips.
Bob didn't even look down at the record he was holding as he followed PJ to the cashier. His own boldness surprised the boy, as he stood behind her in line. The warmth of her body sent a chill racing up his spine.
After paying for the record, PJ allowed the bag to slip from her fingers. She was pleased at how quickly the boy stooped over to pick up the package.
"Thanks," PJ said, letting her grin widen.
"Sure, sure lady," Bob replied, having a great deal of difficulty keeping his eyes off the thrust of her tits.
PJ turned slowly, letting her arm brush against the side of the teenager's strong, athletic body. She could see his nostrils flaring with her perfume as she turned toward the elevator. She walked slowly enough, glancing at the counters of merchandise to make sure that he had a chance to catch up.
The large elevator door slid open, and PJ could feel the teenager pressed against her as they pushed into the already crowded space. She could feel her entire body relaxing against his strong frame. She started wondering how young and sweet the teenager's cock would taste.
When the elevator opened on the main floor, everyone rushed out, but Bob remained next to PJ. A few steps away from the crowd she dropped her package again. And once again Bob was there to pick it up for her.
"Well," PJ smiled, letting the tips of her fingers brush against the back of the boy's hand as she took back the bag, "thank you again. You seem to be around just when I need some help."
PJ didn't need anyone to tell her that she had the teenager on the hook. She could see the way his eyes burned with lust as they softly caressed the swollen mounds of her breasts. But she also knew that Bob was frightened, and apt to run off if she wasn't extra careful.
"The way I've been dropping things," PJ began, the corners of her mouth curled up in the most inviting smile that she could manage, "I hope I don't break this record before I get it home."
PJ allowed the soft tinkle of a laugh overflow her lips. She was pleased that Bob felt comfortable enough to join in with her laughter. She was also quite pleased at the size of his erect cock that she could clearly see outlined against the tight material of his faded jeans.
"I was looking forward to going home, curling up with a nice joint and listening to it," she continued, searching his eyes for some sign of understanding.
"That's something nice to look forward to," Bob replied, surprised at his own boldness.
PJ was surprised too . .. and delighted!
Before the young man knew what was happening, PJ had wrapped her arm around his, found an empty cab, and taken him back to her expensively furnished apartment.
As she had suspected, Bob was carrying plenty of good grass in the hip pocket of his jeans. Before the afternoon was gone, PJ's lips had wrapped themselves around some good pot, and also around the thick shaft of a teenager's fresh cock.
And these were the thoughts that filled her mind as she lay between Jill's legs. Her young friend had passed the joint down to her and she was hastily sucking a lungful of smoke into her naked chest.
"I hope you don't have any plans for the rest of the night," Jill said, her voice deep and warm as she rubbed her lips against the plastic mouthpiece of the phone.
"Well," Ted replied, "I guess not. What did you have in mind?" he asked, the sound of Jill's sweet voice sending a chill racing up and down his spine.
"I bet you could figure that out for yourself, honey," Jill teased, shoving her cunt harder against PJ's slaving mouth.
"Yeah, I guess I can," Ted replied, feeling his cock growing harder and harder at the sound of Jill's voice.
"Listen, baby," Jill began, "a good friend of mine just got into town and I promised her a good time tonight. How about helping me throw a little party for the sexy bitch?"
"What does your friend look like?" Ted asked, excitement surging through his blood.
"Don't worry about it, baby," Jill laughed. "This bitch could take care of your hot cock, and the hot cocks of plenty of your friends."
"Sounds like a gas!" Ted exclaimed. "How can I help out?"
Jill's entire body trembled as she felt PJ's long tongue push its way between her throbbing cuntlips. As she held her breath, the younger woman could feel her friend lapping away at the inner walls of her steaming twat.
"I was hoping that you could bring along a few of your hornier friends," Jill finally replied, the last echoes of her orgasm still reverberating through her brain.
"Sure, sure," Ted hastely agreed, thinking what a big man he would be to his friends when he set them up with a couple of sexy bitches.
"Good," Jill replied, relaxing as she watched PJ crawling out from between her legs. "Come by at about eight o'clock."
Jill didn't wait for the boy's reply. Her arm felt weak as she carried the phone back to the table beside the bed. Looking over to the clock on the wall, she realized that they only had two hours to get ready . . . ready for one hell of a party.
Chapter Seven
"We'd better start getting ready for tonight," Jill giggled, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and climbing to her feet.
Jill strode toward the bathroom, wiggling her,ass just as wildly as she could. She really wanted to put on a show for the sexy bitch who had just sucked out the steaming juices from the depths of her cunt.
Images or hot, horny teenage studs danced in PJ's mind as her gaze delved into the crack of Jill's ass. She loved the idea of watching a stiff cock pistoning in and out of her young friend's tight-ringed anus. Her lips trembled as she thought about sucking out the freshly dumped load of boy young enough to be her grandson.
Jill stepped from the carpeted bedroom onto the cold tile bathroom floor. Resting a knee on the edge of the tub, she bent forward, adjusting the temperature of the water until it was a fine, steaming spray. She shivered as a few stray drops of water spashed against her naked tits.
Jill smiled over her shoulder as she watched PJ come staggering into the large bathroom. This was the first time that the older woman had been off the bed in quite a while, and it was obvious that she was more than just a little unsteady.
Placing a long, slender hand on Jill's firm hip, PJ leaned forward and pressed her lips against the younger woman's left shoulder blade. She thrilled to the pungent taste of her sweat-coated skin as her hand moved from the firmness of Jill's hip to the roundness of her saucy ass.
"That feels nice, darling," Jill cooed, pushing her buttock back against PJ's strong fingers.
PJ's hand slipped down into the crack of Jill's ass, her fingertips seeking out the puckered ring of her anus. The older woman felt like dropping to her knees, pulling open the heavy mounds of hard flesh, and sucking the shit out of Jill's asshole right then and there.
"You'd better cut that out," Jill scolded, reading PJ's mind even before the woman had a chance to say or do anything. "You'll have plenty of young meat to take care of in just a little while."
Jill tried hard to remain cool and calm, but she was looking forward to that evening's fun and games just as much as her out-of-town friend was. After all, she knew just how good Ted's teenage cock felt plowing her cunt. And she was sure that his friends would be just as eager to please.
As PJ continued playing with Jill's sexy ass, the younger woman climbed into the tub, under the steaming spray of water. Reaching into the dish built into the tiled wall, she wrapped her fingers around a smooth bar of scented soap. She could feel her blood surging through her veins as the burning water splashed against her pink skin.
PJ climbed right into the tub with Jill, not taking her hands off the woman's sexy body for a moment. Playing with the girl's body made her cunt start throbbing all over again. With her free hand, she began fingering her own twat. She ground her palm into the hardness of her clitoris, and she could feel her entire body trembling with the excitement of building lust.
Jill allowed a deep-pitched growl to slip from between her lips as she leaned against the wet, tiled wall. The young woman couldn't deny how wonderful PJ's experienced fingers felt as they explored the hidden recesses of her body.
Both women loved the hot spray splashing against their smooth skins. PJ giggled as she bent forward and wrapped her hungry lips around one of Jill's hardened nipples. Holding the nub of sensitive flesh gently between her teeth, she let her tongue lash it again and again.
Jill brought her hand to the back of PJ's neck as the older woman began sucking on the tip of her tit. As she pressed her friend's face harder against her thrusting breasts, she shoved her hips forward, grinding her cunt into the experienced woman's palm.
Bending forward, Jill's hand reached into the deep crack of PJ's ass. The tips of her strong fingers parted the globes of flesh and searched out the tight-ringed entranceway into the steaming chamber of the older woman's anus.
"Hey, baby," PJ laughed, pulling her mouth from the puckered sweetness of Jill's nipple, "what the hell are you doing?"
Jill rammed the full length of her index finger deep into the heat of PJ's asshole. She could feel muscles hidden deep within the older woman's body tightening around her finger. With her other hand, she pulled PJ's face back down against the full, roundness of her swollen boobs.
"Just keep sucking!" Jill ordered, enjoying the feel of her sharp nails digging into the sensitive walls of PJ's anal canal.
Grinning wildly, PJ fell back to the task at hand. As she worked away on her young friend's tits, she shoved her ass back against Jill's hard-working hand. Shivers of lust surged through her.
Jill's foot slipped on the wet floor of the tub, and she toppled over PJ's crouching body. Both women laughed hysterically as they found themselves caught up in a tangle of arms and legs. And all the while the steady spray of hot water splashed down upon their sexy figures.
Squirming around on the bottom of the tub, Jill wrapped her legs around PJ's neck. Immediately, the older woman's lips flew to her friend's cunt, while she enjoyed the velvet smoothness of Jill's wet, inner thighs.
"Eat, baby," Jill screamed, her piercing voice echoing from the tiled walls. "Eat the shit out of my cunt!"
"Any time, honey, any time at all," PJ replied, burying her face into the steaming patch of pubic hair covering the swollen lips of Jill's sweet cunt.
The small bathroom was filled with the sounds of their splashing as Jill ground her trembling cunt into PJ's face. Her own fingers were still thrilling the hell out of the older woman's asshole.
As the steaming water coated the bathroom walls with hot mist, Jill's breath caught in her throat. She was feeling the first of a series of wonderful orgasm charging through her body.
When PJ felt Jill going over the edge, she brought her own hand down into her crotch. With wildly shaking fingers, she started playing with her clitoris, twisting and pulling on the sensitive nub of flesh until chills shivered up her spine.
After a long while, Jill crawled out from beneath PJ's open mouth. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she watched the woman masturbating to a beautiful orgasm. She smiled at the sight of the older woman's head rolling back and forth in the shallow water at the bottom of the tub.
With a grin curling up the corners of her mouth, Jill lifted her foot and pushed it between PJ's legs. With laughter spilling over her lips, she pressed her ' toes to the older woman's trembling pussy slit.
PJ's eyes flashed open as she felt Jill's foot pressing into her cunt, and she couldn't have been more delighted. The touch of Jill's slender toes was an experience that was new to the woman well-versed in the ways of perverted sex.
After PJ's orgasmic convulsions, Jill climbed out of the tub and reached for a thick, white towel hanging on the back of the door. She watched PJ as the last echoes of her climax faded.
"It's getting late, darling," Jill said softly, holding the towel open for her guest.
PJ stepped from the tub and snuggled into the towel that Jill was holding open for her. The younger woman pressed the soft, fluffy terrycloth against her friend's wonderfully supple skin, patting the beads of water from every fabulous curve. Dropping to her knees, Jill carefully dried PJ's ass and cunt holes. When she was done, the young woman pressed her lips to the sweet-smelling pussy.
When Jill climbed back up to her feet, she handed the towel to PJ, who promptly returned the tender loving care. In a little while, they were finished, and headed back into the bedroom. It was time to pick out their outfits for the thrilling night that lay ahead.
"I'm sure you'll look great in any of my clothes," Jill said, slightly envious of PJ's bigger tits.
"Thank you, dear," PJ replied, warmed at the invitation to wear some of Jill's wild stuff. "That's nice of you to lend me some things. I want to look my best tonight."
The two women sauntered into the bedroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints in the thick carpet. Jill walked slightly ahead of her guest, and enjoyed the eager touch of PJ's hands on the rounded warmth of her firm buttocks.
Jill walked across the large room to a closet in the far wall. She was pleased that PJ couldn't seem to keep her hands off her sexy asscheeks. Yanking open the closet door, they both stood staring at the wide selection of outfits.
PJ lifted her hands from Jill's lush body and stepped forward, reaching out to run her fingers over the selection of exciting materials. She loved the cool feel of leather, silk and nylon garments and the warmth of the suede and woolens.
"I see what I like," Jill exclaimed, reaching for a floor length gown.
Jill knew that the dress she had chosen was good deal more formal than the occasion called for, but she knew the effect the sexy gown would have on the boys. The garment was covered with sequins and glittered in brilliant silver and white. The material was thin and soft, and she knew that it would cling to her every curve.
But the best feature of Jill's dress was the twin slits that ran up either side of the garment. The slits began at the hem and reached well over her tight waist. The young bitch knew that the firm mounds of her sexy ass would be clearly visible every time she made a move.
Without a bra, Jill's tits would be delightfully outlined in soft, white material, and her hard nipples would protrude invitingly, even though the garment was long-sleeved and buttoned tight around her neck.
"That's really wild," PJ admired, reaching out to feel the shimmering garment that Jill was holding out to her.
Draping the gown over her naked shoulder, Jill slowly stroke back to the side of the bed. She slowly sat down on the edge, her sparkling eyes remaining fixed on PJ's lovely body. The young woman was pleased at the excitement that shown in her friend's face.
"Now what the hell am I going to pick out?" PJ wondered outloud as she sifted through the row of hangers.
PJ's attention was suddenly caught by a really wild-looking party dress. The garment was pure black, with a hem that would hardly cover her hot cunt and neckline cut nearly to her waist. Holding it up before her eyes, she could see that it was just the thing that she was looking for.
"Just what I would have suggested," Jill called out, remembering the sight of her own tits the last time she wore that dress. "With those big boobs of yours holding the front of that thing up, you're gonna be the life the party!"
Both women laughed at Jill's little joke. But they both realized that it was getting later, and they didn't want to keep their guests waiting. And they sure as hell didn't intend to make themselves wait for the delights that lay in store.
Jill was first to get down to the business of getting ready. Standing beside the bed, she unzipped the back of the garment and held it in front of herself. Knowing that the dress would fit like a second skin, she decided against wearing anything beneath it.
PJ marveled at Jill's choice of clothing when she saw her friend covered from head to toe in the white, supple material. As incredible as it seemed, the younger woman looked more naked in that gown than she would wearing nothing at all.
Jill loved to be the center of attention. She loved the way PJ's eyes followed her every move. She loved seeing the excitement in the older woman's face as she strode across the room, showing off the slits that ran up both sides of the garment.
Jill knew that PJ would want to wear some sexy underthings with the wild party dress that she had chosen, and she welcomed the chance to walk across the room again.
"I know just what you need," Jill said, also knowing that a flash of her naked ass was shown to her guest with each step that she took.
PJ could feel her cunt trembling with lust as she watched Jill pull open the top drawer in the dresser against the wall and take out some of the horniest underwear that she had ever seen.
^'How about these, baby?" Jill asked, holding up a bra and panty set made of the sheerest black leather imaginable. "See how you like 'em," she added, tossing the garments onto the bed.
Once again, PJ was impressed at her young friend's taste. Sparks seemed to fly from the tips of her fingers as she picked up the panties and held them out in front of her. The pants were cut so obscenely that she knew the front wouldn't even cover the patch of pubic hair between her legs. The seat of the leather panties was little more than an elongated triangle running the length of her asscrack.
The bra Jill had picked out for her friend was made from the same paper-thin leather, and constructed to show off the lushness of her tits rather than hide them. PJ could hardly wait to press her nipples against the cool leather.
"This should do it," Jill said, tossing a pair of black stockings and a garter belt onto the bed.
Neither woman liked the old-fashioned look of a garter belt, but they were sure that their teenage guests would. Jill completed PJ's outfit with a pair of black, patent leather pumps. The spiked heels would add another five inches to the older woman's already statuesque figure.
As PJ began to dress, Jill sat down in a comfortable armchair. Passing the nighttable beside the bed, she picked up several joints and an expensive lighter. Sucking a lungful of drugged smoke into her chest, she sat back in the chair, relaxing as she watched her beautiful friend dressing.
The first thing that PJ climbed into was the bikini panties. Just sliding the sensuous leather up the smoothness of her legs and thighs started the juices boiling deep in the pit of her stomach. She was delighted at how well the pants fit. Even without looking in a mirror, she knew that the swollen lips of her cunt were clearly outlined against the tight-fitting garment.
Jill couldn't deny that she was getting more and more turned-on watching PJ get dressed. Just the sight of that tiny piece of leather covering her crotch was enough to make Jill's fingers ache for a touch of her friend's hot skin.
PJ enjoyed the freedom of her naked tits as long as possible, reaching next for the thin, black silk garter belt. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she could feel the leather panties biting into her throbbing pussylips.
Jill smiled as PJ lifted her right leg into the air. The younger woman couldn't help but feel a little envious of her friend's sculptured limbs. She had to admit that PJ's legs were just about the best of any that she could remember seeing.
Pointing her toes, she pushed her foot into the tip of the rolled-up stocking. Very slowly, she pulled the black nylon up the length of her leg, enjoying the caress of the sheer material. After one leg, she moved onto the other, then stood up.
Jill's nipples hardened as she watched PJ bend forward and attach the top of her stockings to the garter belt. Reaching down to her ankless, she slowly smoothed her slender fingers up the length of her legs, making sure that there were no wrinkles in the nylon to mar their perfection.
Jill whistled as she released another chestful of pot smoke. PJ's magnificent tits hung down like ripe fruit, waiting for the attention of her friend's well-trained mouth.
"Thank you, dear," PJ smiled, very slowly standing up straight as a hot smile curled up the corners of her mouth. Keeping her eyes trained on Jill's, PJ stepped into the stiletto high heels on the floor beside her.
Through a cloud of grass smoke, Jill watched the older woman slowly walk toward her. Her eyes remained fixed on the gentle swing of PJ's tits. Her mouth watered for a taste of her friend's hard nipples.
"Mmmm, PJ honey," Jill moaned, squirming in her chair as the half-naked bitch drew closer. "Come right over here."
"Oh, no, Jill baby," PJ scolded. "You know it's getting late. You told me so yourself, honey. Don't you remember?"
PJ was having a wonderful time playing her little teasing games. She thrilled to the look of hunger in Jill's eyes as she reached down to take a fresh joint from her ypung friend's lap. She could feel Jill's body tremble through the thin material of her gown as her fingers brushed against the girl's hot, inner thighs.
PJ remained bent forward slightly as she held the crudely rolled cigarette between her lips. It was obvious that she wanted Jill to light it for her. And she wasn't disappointed.
Jill reached up with the lighter to light PJ's joint, but couldn't resist rubbing the back of her hand against the lushness of the woman's heavy tit.
"No way, baby," PJ laughed, quickly pulling herself out of Jill's reach. "We really have to get ready," she continued.
With that, PJ turned and sauntered over to the bed and the rest of her clothing. She rolled her hips and ass as wildly as she could, knowing that she was making Jill's cunt throb with lust. She could feel her leather panties digging into the crack of her ass, forcing apart the mounds of her firm buttocks.
Jill was aching to get at her steaming cunt and thanked God for the slits in the sides of the floor-length gown. Stoned, she was hardly sure that she could even find the zipper on the back of her dress.
PJ started to laugh when she turned around and saw Jill's hand rammed up the side of her gown.
She could hear the wet sounds of the horny bitch's fingers pumping in and out of her drooling pussy. She could hear the springs in the armchair straining against Jill's heaving body.
"You're lucky you had only one thing to get into," PJ teased, slipping into the leather bra. "This is real work getting into," she continued, holding her breath as she struggled to close the clasp on the back of the bra.
PJ beamed at having bigger, sexier tits than her young friend. She exaggerated her movements as she stuffed her hard nipples into the tiny cups. The overly-tight bra lifted and pressed her huge boobs together, deepening and darkening the valley between them.
"Bitch!" Jill hissed, her hand moving faster and faster as she felt the growing orgasm in the pit of her stomach.
While PJ stepped into her black party dress, Jill experienced a delightful climax. Her hand just dropped out from between her legs as her mind soared to the heights lust.
Again having to hold her breath, PJ zipped the zipper on the back of the dress. The garment covered even less than she though it would, and she couldn't have been more pleased. The hem of the dress was an inch above the top of her stockings and the neckline cut right to the edge of the tiny, leather bra.
"You look like you had a good time," PJ said, snubbing out the joint.
"It wouldn't have killed you to let me have a little taste of those tits of yours," Jill said, licking her own cunt cream from her fingers.
"That's not what you said in the shower, now, was it?" PJ teased, still enjoying their little game.
"Well, maybe you're right," Jill said, climbing to her feet as she straightened her dress out over her legs and thighs.
"And it is getting late," PJ added, rolling her hips like a bitch in heat as she crossed the room to Jill's dressing table.
Jill watched PJ bending over the dressing table. She watched the hem of the woman's dress riding up over her ass, framing the firm mounds excitingly.
Feeling Jill's hand caressing her naked asscheek brought a smile to PJ's lips as she applied her lipstick. She couldn't resist wiggling her hips back against the younger woman's thrilling fingers.
But Jill again realized that it was getting later, and began applying her makeup. Both women decided it would be better to have a little too much makeup for their guests than not enough. They knew their ages would turn the boys on, and they wanted to play on that.
Both women then brushed their hair. Jill chose a very careful hairdo while PJ left her hair looking as if she had just fucked an entire football team.
Chapter Eight
When Ted hung up the phone after his conversation with Jill, his cock was as hard as a steel shaft, pressing angrily against the front of his jeans. The sound of her voice, and the things she was saying really made him horny. The first thing the teenager wanted to do was call up some of the other guys, but he knew he had already spent too much time on the phone.
About an hour later, Ted was left alone in the store for a few minutes and immediately headed for the telphone. Bob was the first one the boy called. It took a little doing, but Ted was finally able to convince his closest friend that he wasn't stoned out of his mind and making up the whole thing. After they set a time and a place to meet, Bob hung up and Ted made his next call.
Stan was one guy around high school that was always bragging about all the fucking he did. Ted always thought he was full of bullshit, but a nice guy anyway. He had to admit it would be fun rubbing that big mouth's nose in some really heavy action. That would shut him up once and for all.
Ted made two more quick calls to Roger and Dick, but he didn't go into long explanations about what was on for the night. Everyone the young stud called seemed bored and ready for just about anything that might come along.
The rest of the night was the slowest night in Ted's young life. He had read about wild sex parties in all the dirty books that he kept hidden in his room at home, but never thought that anything like them could be for real.
But after remembering how wild it was with Jill the first time they made it together, Ted stopped doubting that anything was make believe. As he stacked cartons in the storeroom, he thought about Jill's lush, mature body, and his teenage cock got bigger and harder.
Ted had told his friends to meet him on a particular corner at nine o'clock, but he didn't leave the store until ten minutes past the hour. He wanted to make a big entrance after the other guys had a chance to compare notes about what he had told them.
When Ted climbed off the bus, he could see his four friends in a tight huddle, whispering excitedly. He swaggered with pride as he walked toward them, pleased by the eager anticipation that showed in each of their faces.
"Now what's all this bullshit you're trying to put down?" Bob asked, the first of the four boys to speak.
Once Bob opened his mouth, all the other guys chimed in. Each asked questions, each challanged Ted's story again and again. But through their angry words, he could see that they were really turned-on, and knew that something wild was going to happen that night.
After evading their questions for a while, Ted calmed all his friends down and lead them to the uptown bus stop. After a little while, Roger, Dick, Bob and Stan stopped their questions. Looking over at them sitting in the glaring light of the bus, Ted wondered whether he had invited enough guys.
Jill enjoyed the feel of the thick carpet between her toes as she padded barefoot into her living room. She was still high from the grass she had smoked, but still headed straight to her well-stocked bar.
"Can I fix you anything, baby?" Jill asked, looking over her shoulder as PJ strode into the room.
"You sure can, sweetmeat," PJ replied, stoned out of her mind. "You can fix me a nice, big cock!"
"Keep your panties on," Jill laughed. "You'll have something nice to play with very soon. But until then, how about a drink?"
"Well, I guess that'll have to do for now," PJ sighed. "I'll have a tall Scotch highball."
After preparing the drinks, Jill sat down beside her guest. She sat very close, her thigh rubbing against the older woman's. And they both loved the shocks of lust that jumped between their overheating bodies.
"This is the place, you guys," Ted announced, ringing the call bell and pulling himself up to his feet in one springing motion.
Ted liked how quiet his friends had become. It meant that they realized that he wasn't trying to bullshit them. Seeing the fear in their eyes made his own nervousness less disturbing. He liked leading them out of the bus and down the street to Jill's apartment building.
Stroking PJ's inner thigh, Jill stood up and headed back into the bedroom. When she returned, she was holding the long wooden box that she used for a grass stash. Dropping it onto the table in front of the sofa PJ was still seated on, she turned to the stereo set built into the bookcase against the wall.
In a hidden record bin, Jill sifted through the brightly colored albums, looking for some hard, driving rock. A freshly lit joint hung from her lips, and she was quickly getting higher and higher. Finally deciding on an acid-rock group, she flipped it onto the turntable, and turned the volume up good and loud.
PJ was delighted with Jill's selection. As she took a joint for herself, she found her entire body responding to the throbbing beat pourring from the speakers. The effects of the booze and the grass together were really knocking the older woman for a loop, and she couldn't have been more pleased.
Jill stood by the amplifier, carefully adjusting the bass and treble controls until she felt the sound was just right. When she was pleased, a warm smile spread across her face. Then she took another hit off the tightly rolled joint.
Jill was ready to return to her sexy lover's side, when the buzzer for the lobby intercom rang out.
Even though the record was blaring, neither woman was too occupied or too stoned to let a split second go by before they reacted.
Jill sauntered over to the small speaker and button control built into the wall by the front door.
"Yes?" Jill purred, her lips barely touching the cover of the mouthpiece. "Who is it?"
"It's us," Ted replied, his knees beginning to feel weak at the sound of Jill's sexy voice. "Ted," he quickly added.
Jill didn't say anything else. Instead, she pressed the button that would unlock the lobby door. She didn't move from the doorway as she sucked another lungful of drugged smoke into her chest and as she waited for those hot studs to make it up to her hungry body.
A new tremor of excitement surged through her as she heard the sound of their feet echoing in the hallway. Jill was much too turned-on to even wait for the ring of her front doorbell. Her fingers trembled as she wrapped them around the doorknob. Turning her mouth into the wildest, most inviting smile that she could manage, she pulled the door open.
Each of the five teenagers had the same incredulous look on their faces as they stared at the woman framed in the doorway. Even Ted had forgotten how really stunning Jill was, and pride beamed from his freshly scrubbed face as he sauntered into the apartment. He was more than a little frightened by the wild-assed bitch waiting for them, but he did his best to hide his fear.
Jill stepped to the side as Ted led his four friends into the expensively furnished apartment. As he passed by the beautiful woman, he reached out and gave the rounded fullness of her left asscheek a possessive squeeze.
But Jill had waited all day for more than just a quick feel. As soon as Ted was inside the room, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her lush body up against his. Grinding her full lips down against the boy's, she thrilled to the feel of her hard nipples digging into his hard chest.
Even through the thickness of their clothing, Ted could feel the tips of Jill's thrusting boobs burning against his almost hairless chest. He could feel her hot crotch rubbing up against the already stiff bulge between his legs. The steaming heat between her legs reminded Ted of the joys that waited for him and his friends.
Jill's tongue delved into the sweetness of the boy's mouth. A chill ran up her spine as she tasted the manly flavor of his mouth. She could feel the hardness of his cock. The wonderful shaft that would soon be tearing its way into her dunt. The hot poker of flesh that would soon be slamming its way into the tight canal of her ass. The burning pipe that would soon be gushing Ted's precious cum down her throat.
Neither Bob, Stan, Dick or Roger were able to believe the sight that they were witnessing. Unbelievable to each of them was the fact that Ted hadn't exaggerated about the woman.
Jill was swooning in the teenager's strong, young arms. The grass that she had been smoking all day was really in full control of her actions. In a far corner of her mind she knew that the sides of her floor-length gown had parted.
With all his friends frozen in their tracks, Ted's hand slid down from the small of Jill's back to the top of her rounded buttocks. He could remember pulling the firm mounds of flesh apart as he rammed his cock up her anus.
Shocks of excitement shot through Ted's fingers as he felt the bare flesh of Jill's ass through the slits in the sides of her dress. At the feel of her smooth, warm skin. Ted's cock grew even larger, and he could feel the cum in his aching balls come to a lusting boil.
Through a mirror at the end of the room, PJ could see down the hallway to the front door. Her cunt was throbbing with the force of a volcano ready to explode. With the show that Jill was putting on for the horny teenagers, she could understand why they hadn't noticed her reflection in the polished glass. Even she was fascinated by the sight of Ted's hands exploring inside Jill's shimmering dress.
But PJ was still too hot to trot to sit there and watch her friend have all the fun. She wanted to feel one of those stiff-pricked studs working on her own over-heating body. Lighting a fresh joint and sucking a fresh load of smoke into her lungs, the horny bitch climbed to her feet.
PJ was surprised at how wrecked she really was. She fought to keep from falling over onto her face �as she headed for those hot, teenage studs. The joint hung loosely from her lips.
"I thought this party was going to be a lot more fun," PJ said, leaning against the hallway wall.
Every eye flashed to the source of that sexy voice except Jill's and Ted's. They were both too busy with their own bodies to look at any others. The horny teenager's finger was rammed deep into his hot bitch's asshole, and her fingers had worked down the front zipper of his tight jeans and was rolling his stiff, naked prick in her moist palm. The sharp edges of her fingernails lightly raked the sensitive skin covering his balls.
PJ slowly turned and walked back into the living room. She could hear the soft sounds of the boys' footsteps in the thick carpet as they followed her. She resisted the urge to look over her shoulder at their slim, tight bodies.
PJ curled up in the center of the couch and smiled up at the hesitant expressions in their faces as they approached her. Her mouth was watering for a taste of their cocks that she could see clearly outlined against the front of each's pants.
"That's better," PJ said, holding a lungful of potent smoke deep in her chest at the same time. "I was getting lonesome sitting here all alone. Not having someone to smoke with or anything," she purred, turning her lush mouth into a sexy pout.
As she spoke, PJ's eyes raced over her guests' young, hard bodies. Her mind was filled with images of their naked cocks pumping in and out of her mouth, cunt and asshole. She also wanted to get one of those stiff shafts between the thrusting mounds of her tits. She loved jerking off teenage studs that way. The cum from their exploding prickheads would splash all over her face. PJ credited her fine complexion to the countless loads of steaming jism that had been splashed on her face.
"Come over and relax," PJ continued, patting the couch behind her as she leaned forward.
Every eye in the room was delving down the front of her lowcut dress. PJ had been right about her bra turning them on even more than her naked tits. The black leather was so thin that the outline of her hard nipples were clearly visible to her teenage audience.
Bob was the first frightened boy to take advantage of PJ's thrilling invitation. And even he was shitting in his pants as he sat down beside her. PJ was the wildest-looking bitch that he had ever seen. Except maybe for the tramp that opened the door for them.
As Bob sat down, PJ climbed into his lap, wrapping an arm around his neck and snuggling her fat tits against his hard chest. The hem of her dress was up around her waist, and she could feel the bulge of Bob's cock pressing against the skin-tight leather of her panties.
PJ couldn't resist wiggling her ass down against Bob's cock. She could feel the fat shaft throbbing with need for her body, and loved thinking about the cum in his balls making them swell.
Bob's boldness and the reward that it had gotten him shocked the other three boys out of their trances. Roger immediately made for the sexy bitch's legs. Sitting beside Bob, he pulled her hot thighs into his lap. Running his fingers up and down her nylon-sheathed skin. A lewd grin spread across his face as he rubbed his still-covered prick against her.
"That's naughty!" PJ laughed, slapping Bob's wrists as he pushed his hand down the front of her dress.
Resting on his knees, Stan lowered himself to PJ's free side. With hunger in his eyes, he mashed his mouth down against her. Dick, not one to be left out when the fun was really starting, stood in front of the sexy, old bitch. Grabbing her free hand and bringing it to the front of his pants.
PJ couldn't have been more pleased when she found that Dick had unzipped his fly and opened the waistband of his jeans. It didn't take the experienced stud-fucker's fingers long to find their way into the slit in front of his underwear. She was thrilled by the heat of his cock, and imagined it slamming in and out of her drooling pussy.
Stan's mouth was hotter than the inside of an oven. He jabbed his tongue deep between her lips. A groan slipped from his throat as he felt the sharp edges of her teeth digging into his tender flesh. The harder PJ bit into Stan's tongue, the deeper he moaned.
PJ was much too busy to pay an attention to the mirror on the wall. With her fingers wrapped around Dick's cock, pumping up and down the thick shaft of meat.
Jill was too turned-on to wait for a taste of Ted's cock. She had the boy right there in front of her, and she wasn't about to let go. She realized that the other boys had found PJ when she heard the older woman's high-pitched laughter. Jill's guest was obviously having the time of her life!
Jill's arms caressed Ted's hard, young body as she slowly slid down to her knees before him. With a contented smile across her face, she rubbed her warm cheek against the lump of hard flesh hidden beneath his pants. Growling softly, she wrapped her teeth around the outline of the teenager's prickhead, and began gently nibbling away at the tip of his bloated tool.
Jill's mouth never left the bulge of Ted's cock as she unbuckled his belt and the top of his pants. Her lips trembled and her eyes went wide once she realized that the little bastard wasn't wearing any underwear.
Ted didn't like having to pull his finger out of the tightness of Jill's asshole, until he saw what the wild-assed bitch was up to. His spine went rigid the moment he felt her steaming mouth swallow up the blood-filled head of his cock.
Jill's fingers played with Ted's almost hairless cock as she took more and more of his stiffness into her mouth. She could feel his swollen prickhead pressing against the back of her throat as she struggled on the huge cock. His hips began to shoot forward with a set rhythm that forced Jill to gasp between breaths.
PJ kept grinding her ass down against Bob's fat cock. She could feel the narrow crotchband of her leather panties digging into the crack of her ass and thrilling her puckered anus. Her shoulders quivered as she felt Stan yanking her down onto her back.
His face had moved from her mouth to the swollen mounds of her firm tits. His hands cupped each globe as he showered kisses over her steaming flesh.
Roger dug his strong hands into the hardness of PJ's inner thighs and began massaging the powerful muscles. He could feel her legs trembling as he moved his fingers higher and higher.
PJ's entire body began to shake violently when she felt Roger's fingertips playing with her throbbing pussylips. She was delighted that the panties she wore didn't get in the horny teenager's way.
But things were moving to quickly for PJ. She had been dreaming about a scene like this all her life, and she wanted to savor every moment of it. She wanted to tease herself into the greatest orgasm of her years.
Struggling against the boys' clawing hands, PJ was able to pull herself off the couch and out of reach. The look in her eyes told the teenagers just who was boss. Not one of them made a move to follow her to their feet.
"You are naughty little boys, aren't you!" she teased, her long black hair streaked with gray flying around her head.
Every stud in the room watched as she slowly smoothed her skirt down over her thighs. Hiked up over her waist when she climbed out of their reach, they were enjoying almost an unobstructed view of her throbbing pussy. They were turned-on by the sight of her cuntjuices staining her inner thighs. They could see how red her skin had become beneath their rough handling.
"Now just cool down for a little bit," PJ continued, her eyes glued to the naked cock standing out from between Dick's legs. "First we all have to get high," she added, her body beginning to move in time with the pulsating music.
Rolling her hips, PJ strode over to the easychair that Jill had been sitting in earlier. Reaching into the wooden box on the table beside the chair, and removed a handful of joints. Before turning back to her young guests, she made sure that her clothing was all back in place. She had a little treat in store for them.
"Why don't you have a seat and enjoy the show?" PJ asked Dick, motioning to the large sofa as her hips began to rotate in time to the music pouring from the stereo.
Dick watched as PJ came toward them, a freshly lit joint hanging from between her lush lips. His cock grew larger and larger as he watched her fat tits heaving with each step that she took.
PJ wasn't really walking to the sofa, she was dancing over to it. Dancing the wildest, horniest steps that she knew, she could see their eyes racing up and down her quivering body.
"This one's for you, baby," PJ said, bowing deeply in front of Dick and pushing the tip of one of the joints between his lips.
Holding her own joint tightly between her teeth, PJ brought her face to the teenager's, and lit his crudely rolled cigarette with her own. She laughed as she saw his eyes straining to see her hard nipples. But she knew that the bra she was wearing kept them hidden from sight. As she moved to the next boy on the leather couch, she slapped Dick's hands off the swollen thrusts of her tits.
PJ remained bent at the waist as she slipped joints into Bob, Stan and Roger's waiting mouths. Shaking her shoulders in time with the music made them bounce softly against each other. She loved the feel of her hard nipples pressing into the smooth black leather of her bra.
Jill was licking the cum out of the corners of her mouth as she walked back into the living room hand and hand with her teenage lover. The sexy bitch could still feel the ache in her jaws that Ted's shaft had caused, as she savored the last taste of his bittersweet spending.
Jill was a little jealous of the lust that she saw in Ted's eyes as his gaze slipped up the back hem of the older woman's dress. But she really couldn't blame her young lover. PJ had the kind of a body that just couldn't go unnoticed. Particularly when it was so delightfully on display.
"I wasn't wrong about my friend, was I?" Jill asked, snuggling her lush body up against Ted's. "She's sure one hell of a piece of ass," Ted replied, his freshly sucked cock stirring to life as his eyes- caressed PJ's thrilling body.
PJ straightened up and turned back to the center of the room. A chill raced up her spine as her gaze fell on Ted's half-naked body. Her lips trembled as she saw the throbbing strength of his young prick. The thick shaft's bright pink color made PJ's mind swirl with perverted excitement.
"Welcome to the party," PJ said, a warm, inviting smile curling the corners of her mouth.
PJ was envious of the obviously wonderful blow-job that Jill had given the boy. She could imagine the thick, sweetness of his load dripping down into her churning belly, coating the walls of her parched throat.
Reaching behind her back as her body responded to the urging of the wild music filling the room, PJ unzipped her obscenely fashioned party dress. She had turned back toward her young, admiring audience seated on the sofa, and could see the looks of lust building in their wide-eyed faces.
"Come over here and relax," Jill said, leading Ted to the overstuffed chair in the corner of the room. "I have a feeling we're in for quite a show."
Ted's friends would have been jealous of all the attention Jill was paying him, if it weren't for the wild bitch keeping them occupied with her perverted dance. Dick, Stan, Bob and Roger held . their breath as PJ's dress sagged down from her
M shoulders. They waited for their first look at her thrilling body.
PJ rolled her hips in long, smooth circles as she held her arms out from her sides. The thrusts of her swollen tits kept the garment held in place, even as her dance steps became more and more reckless and uninhibited.
But the obvious attraction of PJ's luscious body wasn't enough to keep Bob's eyes from Jill's wonderful curves. He watched Ted being led to the easychair and watched as Jill lowered herself down to the floor at his feet. As she moved, the long slits in the sides of her dress parted, giving the teenage stud a good chance to admire her firm, sexy ass.
As she slipped down to the floor, Jill didn't miss seeing the careful going over that she was receiving from Bob. The thought of his fresh, young prick plowing in and out of her drooling cunt filled Jill's mind and she squirmed around for both his and Ted's benefit. She was excited by the feel of the smooth material of her dress pulling taut over the thrusting fullness of her magnificent breasts.
Jill's hands reached up and began slowly stroking the hard, muscled inner thighs of her teenage stud. Her long, slender fingers massaged his flesh, and she could feel the tightness in his body as she reached up closer and closer to his throbbing cock.
As Jill worked on Ted's half naked body, she turned her head and looked over toward the sofa.
She was more than pleased to find Bob still staring at her. In return, she flashed him the warmest, most inviting smile that she could manage.
PJ finally let her arms drop down to her sides, her hard tits the only thing holding the dress in place. With a quick shake of her shoulders the flimsy garment floated down to the floor, forming a soft, black puddle around her high-heeled feet.
Even Jill's wild ass couldn't hold Bob's attention when PJ's hot flesh was on display. Dressed in black nylons, garter belt and the black leather bra and panty set that she had borrowed from her sexy hostess, the woman looked like a whore.
Daintily stepping out of her dress, PJ began parading her wild body around the room. Moving in time with the record that was playing, she thrilled to the warmth of every eye in the room.
Jill couldn't even keep her eyes off of the wild-assed bitch.
"Anybody disappointed?" PJ asked, standing in front of the sofa and slowly revolving, on display for the horny teenagers.
Stan had no intention of waiting any longer. His stiff prick was beginning to throb with pain as it pressed against the tight-fitting front of his jeans.
In a flash, he had jumped to his feet and grabbed
PJ's tits. His rough, strong fingers tore her bra from the huge mounds of flesh that it highlighted.
PJ's screams and delighted laughter filled the room as she struggled against Stan's powerful figure. But the sudden sight of her lush, ripe tits ready to be sucked and played with shocked the other boys on the couch out of the trance that her body had held them in.
Bob and Roger and Dick all jumped to their feet, their clawing hands digging into the lushness of PJ's hot body. In an instant, the four strong teenagers had wrestled PJ to the sofa, everyone enjoying the struggle that she was putting up.
Roger thought of a wonderful way to put a stop to all of PJ's hollering. Standing up while his friends tore at her few remaining garments, the thin, lanky teenager undid his belt and the waistband of his worn jeans. Pushing the dirty material down his legs, he pulled his cock out of his pants. The horny bastard hadn't bothered wearing any underwear.
"Hold her head steady," Roger ordered, wrapping his fingers around the fully erect stiffness of his prick as he stepped from the jeans around his ankles.
"Okay, baby," Roger spit down to PJ, "let's see if you're as good as you look!"
With those harsh words, Roger jabbed his stiff prick between PJ's warm lips. A chill shot up his spine as he felt her mouth hungrily suck up the thickness of his cock. The smooth, blood-filled head of his prick throbbed as he felt it pressed against the back of the sensual whore's throat.
Jill turned back to the fat-cocked stud whose hot juice she had just swallowed. Climbing up onto her knees, she pressed her face into Ted's crotch. He had regained his full strength as she wrapped her tight lips around the thickness of his prick.
But to Ted, Jill's mouth was old stuff. He was a lot more interested in PJ's mouth. He squirmed forward in his seat to get a better look at the older woman swallowing his friend's shaft. As he moved forward, he enjoyed the deeper thrust of his cock into the steaming heat of Jill's mouth.
Jill looked up into Ted's face and was more than a little bugged at the interest he was showing her friend. She figured her mouth should be enough to occupy his juvenile little mind. But then she remembered the hungry look on Bob's face as she displayed herself to him a little earlier.
Ted was shocked when he felt the cold air on his cock. Even though he was watching PJ's hungry mouth going wild, he didn't like it when Jill pulled her face from between his legs.
"If you think she's so great," Jill began, climbing to her feet as she spoke, "let me introduce the two of you. I've already told PJ what a good fucker you are, maybe you'd like to give her a bit of a demonstration. Huh, baby?"
Standing in the middle of the room smiling down at Bob, Jill reached behind her back and pulled down the zipper on her floor-length gown, She had to roll her hips to wiggle out of the garment, even with the back of the dress unzipped.
The silver material made a hissing sound as it slid down the length of her body.
"Come on, Ted," Jill laughed, wrapping her fingers around the thickness of his cock and using it like a doorknob to yank the young stud to his feet. "It's about time you met PJ. I know she'll be just delighted to meet you."
All the while Jill spoke, she was staring down at Bob and smiling. She was thrilled at the attention Bob was paying her body. She could hardly wait to feel his mouth at her cunt, or his cock rammed deep into her asshole.
Jill pulled Ted in front of her and then pushed him between PJ's legs. His friend's parted a way for their leader as his stiff meat plunged into the steaming heat of her crotch.
"Here's the great cock I was telling you about," Jill laughed, watching as PJ's mouth slobbered up and down the full length of Roger's cock.
PJ went crazy with lust as she felt the swollen, smooth head of Ted's prick against the burning heat of her cuntlips. Immediately, as Dick began tearing away at her naked tits, and Stan's fingers were digging into her asscrack, PJ wrapped her legs around Ted's slender waist and pulled him into the churning heat of her overflowing pussy.
PJ was still wearing her high heels, and the tattered remains of her black stockings hung from her legs. But everything else had been torn from her and lay strewn across the room. The first touch of the teenager's cock told the experienced bitch that he was quite well hung. It made her even more impatient to feel its thickness inside her churning belly.
Jill didn't give Ted a second look once she had deposited him between PJ's outstretched legs. Bob's body looked even younger and stronger than Ted's did, and she just couldn't wait for her first taste of it.
Holding out her hands, Jill helped her new friend to his feet. Bob had opened his pants and the stiffness of his virile cock stood straight out in front of him. The older woman wrapped her arms around the boy's powerful shoulders and snuggled up against his flat, hard chest.
Through the thickness of the polo shirt that he was wearing, Bob could feel the burning tips of Jill's fat tits. A breath caught in his throat as he felt his lips crushing down onto his mouth. The head of his cock found its way into the bitch's hairy twat as she pressed her naked body against him.
Since entering that unbelievable apartment, Bob had been held spellbound by Jill's thrilling beauty. Even when he was looking at PJ's more-than-great ass, a picture of Jill's ass flashed in his mind. Right then, as she slowly rubbed herself up and down against him, Bob knew that she was incredibly better than she looked!
Roger felt the muscles in his legs beginning to tremble uncontrollably as PJ rammed the full length of his long cock down her slaving mouth. He gasped as her lips tightened around the very base of his shaft.
The sucking, wet sounds from her mouth filled the room.
All five bodies lay in a tightening knot hung over the leather sofa as PJ took on all four guys at once. She was on her back, slung over Dick's lap. His throbbing tool had found its way into the crack of her ass and was plowing in and out of her steaming asshole:
Roger's knees pressed against the front of the sofa while PJ sucked the cum from the tip of his exploding prick. Stan stood over her body while both her hands rolled his short, fat cock over her thrusting, hot tits.
And last but not least was Ted, positioned between PJ's strong legs. She dug the heels of her black pumps into the boy's hard back, spurring him on to greater and greater thrusts of his plunging cockmeat. Muscles hidden deep in her belly sucked away on his prick, urging the cum from his steaming balls.
As he slammed his cock in and out of PJ's pussy, Ted could feel the pressure of his friend's shaft sunk deep into the horny bitch's asshole. This tramp was not only older than Jill, Ted thought to himself, she was even hornier too!
But Jill wasn't giving Ted's hot cock a second thought. She had a new teenager to give all her attention to. Not to mention all the other things that she intended to give the handsome, young cockstud.
"Come on, baby," Jill whispered, pulling herself out of Bob's exciting embrace.
As Jill took a step back, her eyes flew down to the stiff shaft between Bob's legs. A lewd grin turned up the corners of her sensual lips. She could see the wetness of her own cunt glistening against the smooth head of his swollen cock.
Bob could feel every muscle in his body trembling with excitement as he allowed Jill to guide him over to the easychair facing the couch. The woman's touch was cool and strong, sending a chill racing up Bob's spine.
"You have such a nice smile," Jill said, leaning her tits into the young stud's arm as she pushed him down into the chair.
Before he had a chance to realize what the hell was happening, Jill had stripped off all of her young prize's clothing. Smiling warmly, she climbed into his naked lap, rubbing her body against the hardness of his swollen prick.
PJ was soaring to heights of lust that she had never reached before. The feel of four burning cocks using her body at the same time was enough to make Jill lose touch with reality. She could feel nothing but the intense heat of her unbridled passions.
Chapter Nine
Jill and PJ kept all five boys more than busy until three the following morning. Lying in a heap of fucked out strengths, the two women watched as Ted and his friends stumbled into their clothing. It was obvious that they had just had their brains fucked out good and proper.
PJ reached for a joint on the coffee table but she decided against it as she felt a soreness in her throat. Instead of grass, she headed for Jill's bar. Completely naked, Jill enjoyed the air-conditioned coolness on her bare skin.
Pouring herself a stiff Scotch, PJ was thankful that all the windows in the living room were heavily curtained. Her pulse quickened as she heard Jill stirring in the bedroom.
PJ stood waiting until Jill stepped through the door. The little bitch had slipped into a tight-fitting T-shirt. The thin, white material clung to her fat tits like a second skin, and PJ could see her younger friend's hard nipples outlined against the front of her garment. The roundness of Jill's hips and ass kept the garment bunched up around her waist.
Watching Jill move toward her, PJ's eyes followed the gentle swaying of her nearly naked breasts. Her fingers ached to tear the white material from her body, her mouth watering for the taste of sweet cuntjuice.
"How about fixing me one of those?" Jill asked, gliding over to the sofa.
"Sure, baby," PJ replied, hating to tear her eyes away from Jill's body as she turned back to the bar.
Jill lowered herself down onto the couch. PJ's delightfully firm ass held her attention as she reached for the joint on the coffee table. Snatching up the expensive lighter beside the ashtray, she lit the joint as it dangled from her lips.
PJ felt the muscles in her legs trembling with excitement as she carried the two drinks over to the sofa. Bending as the waist, her tits fell forward as she handed Jill her glass.
"Here you are," PJ said, enjoying the heat of Jill's gaze on her naked boobs.
With a contented smile curling the corners of her mouth, PJ lowered herself to the floor at Jill's feet. Sipping her drink, she pressed her flush cheek to the younger woman's smooth leg. Her lips trembled with lust at she brushed them against Jill's hot skin.
Jill's hand dropped to PJ's head. Her fingers toyed with the gray-streaked strands of the older woman's hair. After the previous night's fun and games, she enjoyed her friend's tenderness.
Setting her glass down onto the carpet, PJ moved onto her knees. Holding onto Jill's thighs, she carefully spread her legs even farther apart. Licking her lips with the very tip of her long moist tongue, she pushed her face into the churning heat of Jill's crotch, thrilling to the feel of the younger woman's hard clitoris pressing against her lips.
Jill's fingers tightened around her glass as she thrust her pussy against PJ's hungry mouth. She could feel the sharp edges of her teeth digging into the sensitive flesh of her steaming cunt.
PJ dug her fingernails into the firm flesh of Jill's inner thigh as she tasted the hot juices of her friend's overflowing twat. Her entire body stiffened as she felt Jill's legs curl around her straining neck.
Lifting her ass off the seat of the couch, Jill slammed her body against PJ's mouth again and again. Even through she was hardly awake, she could feel her orgasm drawing closer. Her eyes were tightly shut as she felt PJ's skilled fingers on the hem of her T-shirt.
Jill's hands rose to the neckband-of the garment that she was wearing. With a quick yank, she tore the white cotton from her chest, letting the huge mounds of her tits bounce free. The cool air in the room sent shivers racing through her body.
Jill opened her eyes to see her new friend staring up at her tits. The pure lust that shown in PJ's face was enough to make her cunt explode!
Pushing her face back into Jill's cunt, PJ's hands flew up to the ripe melons of exposed flesh.
Digging her fingers into the swollen mounds she ground the younger woman's nipples into her hot palms.
Shooting surges of lust filled Jill's mind and body as she felt the older woman's sharp teeth thrilling her throbbing clit. Pain mixed with pleasure as she shoved herself upward, increasing the force of PJ's sucking mouth. Her mind soared to the very heights of ecstasy as she responded to the almost sadistic treatment. She could feel hot saliva drenching her cunt as PJ's determined mouth slaved away between her spread legs.
PJ's tongue lashed back and forth over Jill's clitoris as she held the hard nub trapped between her teeth. The older woman's own cunt began to throb.
Her hands never leaving the hardness of Jill's tits, PJ climbed into her lap, grinding her ass into her naked lover's cunt. Her tits heaved with new excitement as she felt Jill's hands slipping between her legs. Her fingers delved into the folds of sensitive cunt flesh, digging into the recesses.
Locked into each other's passionate embrace, the two women fell to the floor, their bodies narrowly missing the edge of the coffee table. As if madness had taken complete control of their minds, they attacked each other's firm flesh.
Jill lay on her back as she felt PJ climbing atop her prone figure. In another moment, her mouth was filled with the thick cream of her cunt as she felt her own pussy invaded by PJ's delving tongue. Nothing mattered except the fires of lust burning within them as they sucked the streaming secretions from each other's twat!
With the hot cunt slamming against her mouth, Jill's hands crawled around to the deep crack between PJ's asscheeks. Pulling the heave mounds of flesh apart, she pressed the tips of her fingers to the tightly puckered hole.
PJ gasped with joy as she felt the steaming cavern of her asshole invaded by one of Jill's long, slender fingers. She could feel the sharp fingernail scraping against the sensitive walls of the deep canal.
Straining her neck, Jill moved her lips from PJ's sopping wet cunt to the pink ring of her asshole. Her tongue jabbed forward, forcing its way into the tiny hole.
"Come on, you bitch!" PJ screamed, pushing her ass against Jill's exploring tongue. "Suck my hole! Suck it clean!"
The sound of PJ's screaming voice echoed from the walls, filling Jill's ears with cries of lust and desire. Her mouth slaved furiously, spurred on by another series of all-consuming climaxes.
After worshipping at the altar of Jill's cunt for a good ten minutes, PJ rolled off her body. The roughness of the carpet thrilled the tips of her breasts as she fought to c#tch her breath. A warm smile spread across her face as she licked the excess juices from her tired lips.
"Perhaps we'll be more comfortable on the bed," PJ said, slowly rising to her feet as she held her hand out to Jill.
Breathing deeply, Jill allowed herself to be led to the huge bed in the adjoining room. Just the feel of PJ's hand in her own was enough to start the juices flowing in her cunt all over again.
Lying back against the firm mattress, Jill watched as PJ moved to her purse on the dresser against the far wall of the room. Her eyes focused on the deep crack of her lover's ass as she slipped her hand into the bag and removed a long, thin cardboard box.
When PJ moved back to the bed, a strange smile graced her lips. Jill could see her fingers trembling as she clutched the box to her flat stomach.
PJ's eyes moved from the glistening droplets of cuntjuice in Jill's pubic hair to the container that she held in her hands. Nervously, she opened one end of the box and reached inside.
Jill's eyes widened as she watched PJ's fingers withdraw a thick, long shaft of black rubber. It was the perfect replica of a fully erect ten-inch cock. Long straps hung from the base of the huge dildo.
Jill had enjoyed the joys to be experienced beneath the thrusts of a rubber prick, and she could see that PJ's tool was an expensively made piece of equipment. She couldn't wait to feel its thickness slamming into her cunt. She couldn't wait to feel its realistic balls bouncing against the crack of her ass.
"It's really beautiful," Jill said, a lewd smile curling up the corners of her mouth.
"Wait till you feel it inside that hot belly of yours, honey," PJ replied, fitting the black cock down between her long, slender legs.
Jill's eyes never left PJ's cunt as she fastened the straps of the massive tool around her waist. She could see the juices of her lover's cunt dripping down to the end of the big prick as she secured it to her trembling body.
Once in place, PJ stood displaying herself to Jill. Her legs were placed far apart, and her fists rested against the flaring tops of her hips.
Slowly moving toward the bed, PJ watched the lust burning in Jill's eyes. As she climbed between her legs, fitting the blunt tip of the black dildo to the younger woman's hungry cunt, she could see the shadow of fear passing across Jill's eyes.
Jill could feel the tip of black cock pressing against the lips of her cunt. Her pussy was still sore as hell from the hard night of fucking that they had enjoyed, and she wasn't sure that she could take the pain of that monstrous tool. Unconsciously, she edged away from the hard shaft.
But PJ just laughed at the fear that showed in Jill's face. Reaching down, she sank her sharp nails into her lover's firm thighs, keeping her from moving out of the path of the dildo.
"Please, honey," Jill begged, staring down at the thick shaft resting against her cunt. "Take it easy with that things. You could split me in two with it."
But PJ was too caught up in her own feelings to even hear what Jill was saying. Closing her eyes, she thrust her hips forward, slamming the fat shaft of rubber into her friend's gaping hole. A look of triumph filled her face as she felt the black prick sinking into Jill's churning belly.
Jill screamed with pain as she felt her cunt lips struggle to take the fullness of the rubber dildo. She could feel her flesh straining to its limits as PJ drove her hips forward. Jill tried to squirm out from beneath the torturing thrust, but the older woman's strong hands held her in place.
But after the first few thrusts, Jill's screams of pain changed to moans of pleasure. PJ really knew how to fuck her cunt. She used that shaft of rubber better than any man could use his cock. Even though the dildo was of immense proportions, the older woman used it with expertise.
PJ could feel the base of the shaft grinding into her clitoris, sending wave after wave of churning lust surging through her body. With one forceful thrust, she felt her cunt explode with the ecstasy of her burning orgasm.
"Move that fuckin' ass of yours, you stinkin' tramp!" PJ screamed at the top of her lungs.
As their slamming bodies fused into one single mass of searing flesh, Jill and PJ climaxed together. The mattress bounced beneath the weight of their figures as they fucked away at each other.
Jill's legs tightened around PJ's waist like a steel vice as the cunt cream overflowed her throbbing pussy. Looking down between their bodies, she could see her juices glistening against the black rubber shaft.
PJ's experienced fingers reached down to the rubber balls hanging from the base of the dildo. Squeezing the spheres, she shot the liquid hidden within them into the roasting heat of Jill's pussy.
When Jill felt the thick juices shooting into her twat, she almost fainted. She hadn't expected the lifelike cock to function so realistically, and it seemed to heighten the level of her lusts.
Yanking on PJ's tits brutally, Jill dragged the other woman's lush body down against her chest. Squirming her neck around uncomfortably, she brought the tip of PJ's left breast to her mouth. With an abandoned smile spread across her lips, she wrapped her lips around the older woman's nipple and began sucking away as if her life depended on it.
As hysterical laughter spilled from PJ's lips, she rammed her chest down against Jill's hard working mouth. She could feel the younger woman's teeth torturing her flesh, sending chills racing through her blood stream.
The one orgasm that they both shared soon flowed into another, and still another. All rational thoughts of time and place fled from their minds as each climax added to a greater force building deep within both their churning bellies.
Suddenly PJ yanked herself out of Jill's clutches. She literally threw herself from the bed. The dildo made a loud, wet, popping sound as it was torn from between the younger woman's legs. PJ almost lost her balance and fell to the floor in her haste to pull herself from the warmth of Jill's dripping cunt.
PJ was standing at the foot of the bed looking down at her before Jill realized what was happening. Her friend's actions had taken her so by surprise, she was struck speechless.
"You looked so delicious with Bob's cock rammed up your asshole, baby," PJ said, a sharp edge on her words.
With orgasms still echoing throughout her body, JHl shuddered at the thought of PJ using that rubber shaft in her shithole. Knowing how much her cunt hurt from the previous night's fun and games, she could hardly imagine being able to take the thickness of that black cock up her rear end.
"Roll over," PJ hissed, rubbing her left palm over the toothmarks that the younger woman had made in her fat boob.
Jill hesitated for an instant, shocked at the cold hardness of PJ's tone. She actually enjoyed the sudden sadistic streak that the older woman was revealing for the very first time in the two days that they had spent fucking away at each other and anyone else that they could find.
And Jill knew that the deep-seated masochism in her own personality had come to the surface. Very slowly, she rolled over onto her flat stomach. She gathered one of the pillows up under her face and bit into the corner of it as she heard PJ's soft footsteps moving around to the side of the bed.
Jill closed her eyes as she felt PJ lower herself down onto the mattress beside her. A shudder of fear and excitement trembled through her muscles as the older woman's hand began to softly caress the rounded firmness of her left asscheek.
PJ dragged her fingernails across the smooth skin covering Jill's buttocks. She enjoyed watching her nails make thin red marks across the young woman's skin.
Jill gently lifted her ass against PJ's hand. She was being soothed into a sexual trance by the firm, - expert touch of her beautiful lover. A groan slipped from her lips as her friend's fingers slipped into the crack of her ass.
Slipping the other hand up onto Jill's cute bottom, PJ pulled the two heavy mounds apart, exposing the girl's puckered asshole to her hot gaze. She loved the feel of the sexy tramp squirming so delightfully beneath her fingers.
Jill began to tremble uncontrollably as she felt the older woman bending her face down into the crack of her ass. The feel PJ's long, gray-streaked hair against her ass made her skin tingle.
Moistening her tongue with hot saliva, PJ litked up the entire length of Jill's asscrack. The tip of her tongue paid special attention to the tight ring of Jill's anus. She could feel the muscles deep in the girl's buttocks trembling as she sucked away at the sweet tasting hole.
"Hmm . . ." PJ sighed contentedly as she lifted her face from Jill's asshole. "You taste just as good as you look."
PJ rested the side of her face against Jill's right buttock, softly kissing the smooth skin as her hand massaged the back of the younger woman's leg. The tenseness of the scene had vanished, and a pleasant warmth hung in the air as PJ slowly climbed up Jill's body.
PJ loved the chills that surged through her nipples as she dragged them over her lover's body. As she moved across Jill's smooth back, she couldn't resist pressing her lips to her skin.
Jill was slowly turning back on as she felt PJ gently grinding the dildo into the side of her body. She knew the base of the shaft was massaging her clit, sending new chills of searing lust surging through her blood stream.
As she jerked herself off, PJ's hand reached up around Jill's neck. She gently massaged the younger woman's shoulders and neck as she pulled herself up higher.
Jill yielded to PJ's strength and allowed the older woman to turn her over onto her side. Their lips crushed together as PJ's hands reached around back to the firm mounds of her sexy lover's asscheeks.
Jill felt the rounded head of PJ's dildo pressing between her legs as their warm bodies came together. She carefully opened her legs, letting the blunt tip of the tool nestle into the gash of her hair-covered cunt. She could feel the smooth rubber against the throbbing nub of her clit, and couldn't wait to take it into her sopping wet pussy once again.
But PJ had someplace else in mind for the thick shaft of rubber strapped between her legs. Pulling her mouth from Jill's, the older woman rolled her lover over onto her stomach.
Fear took Jill's mind and body once again, as she felt PJ's strong fingers on her buttocks. She knew that the older woman was going to slam that phony cock deep into her bowels, rip open the tight canal of her asshole and fuck her into unconsciousness.
Chapter Ten
Jill had one hell of a time taking PJ to the airport. She could hardly walk after the wild fucking that the older woman had given her. But she did have a signed contract in her purse to show for all her hard work, and a more than contented smile spread across her full, sensual lips.
Jill stood by the big picture window in the airline terminal watching PJ boarding her plane. Even from that distance she could see more than a few of the other passengers watching the swing of PJ's wild ass as they followed her onto the plane.
As she watched the loading ramp being pulled away from the plane, Jill turned from the window and headed back into the main portion of the terminal. All of a sudden, the young woman really felt exhausted, and decided to rest for a moment in the terminal's coffee shop.
Sipping a cup of coffee and munching on a small piece of pastry, Jill noticed a small knot of teenagers joking around. She remembered the times that she and her friends came to the airport for amusement when she was a teenager. There always seemed things to do and see among the hustle and bustle of a busy airport.
Jill sipped her coffee very slowly as her eyes focused on the noisy children at a large table in the corner of the restaurant. There were four teenage boys and three girls, all chattering loudly enough for Jill to hear them across the room.
It was one of the girls who first realized that their little group was being carefully observed by the single, beautiful woman. Rosemary was only fifteen years old, but she was already as horny as any hot bitch could be. More than one of her high school teachers had enjoyed the little tramp's charms in exchange for good grades.
Even the dean of her high school had put her on the honor list after a very thorough session between his legs.
"Get a load of that little whore." Rosemary whispered to her friend beside her.
Joyce didn't need to have Jill pointed out a second time. There wasn't a butchy gym teacher in the entire school that hadn't had their cunt, asshole and tits taken care of by this little tramp.
"What the hell are you two looking at?" Eddie asked, angrily yanking his hand from between Rosemary's legs.
"Take it easy, baby," Rosemary replied, reaching over and placing her boy friend's hand back between her sweaty thighs. "We were just digging on that old bitch at the table over there in the corner. It was nothing personal, honey," she added, humping her cunt against his experienced fingers.
By that time, all seven teenagers had noticed the older woman seated by herself. They had all noticed the way she was stealing hidden glances at them over the rim of her coffee cup, and it wasn't hard for them to figure out what she was thinking about.
Trying not to be too blatant, Jill pushed her chair back from under the table and crossed her legs slowly. She made no effort to pull the hem of her obscenely short mini-skirt back into place as it rode high on her smooth thighs. Even though they were all the way across the room, she was sure they had a good view of her horny body.
As she toyed with the small bit of food still on her plate, Jill let the tip of her black, high-heeled shoe dangle from the very tip of her foot. She let the sexy footwear slowly rock back and forth, knowing that it would draw attention to the nylon-clad expanse of her delicately sculptured legs.
Jill could still feel the effects of PJ's monstrous dildo on the walls of her cunt and asshole, but she knew that she was already hungry for some fresh fucking. And the thought of four teenage boys and three teenage girls was more than enough to make her perverted mind swoon with excitement.
"You got good taste, Rosemary," Alice continued, licking her lips as she imagined sucking away on Jill's swollen tits.
"You can sure say that again," Hank agreed, wondering whether the woman's ass was as perfect as the rest of her.
Jill could see the lewd grins on all their faces as she thrust her tits out to meet their hungry attention. She could feel her nipples hardening, pressing against the thin material of the skin-tight sweater she was wearing. She could almost feel their eager mouths working away on her hot flesh as she thought of a way to meet them.
Hank pushed his chair back and climbed to his feet. Rolling his hips to draw attention to the already bulging cock between his legs, he sauntered over to the water fountain beside Jill's table. His eyes never left the hem of her skirt as he strained to look up into the shadows hiding her cunt from view.
Jill felt her cheeks redden as the heat rose to her face. The boy couldn't have been less subtle and his lewd grin widened. As he approached her table, she slowly uncressed her legs and let her lush thighs drift apart. She was sure that he could see the damp material covering her cunt as he bent over to take a sip of cold water from the fountain.
"Get a load of that," Mark hissed, his swollen cock pressing painfully against the front of his faded jeans. "You can almost count the cunt hairs on that bitch's pussy."
"I'd do more than just count her cunt hairs if I ever got my hands on that piece of meat," Tommy added, dreaming about the feel of Jill's twat closing around the thick shaft of his fifteen-year-old cock.
When Hank saw Jill spreading her legs for his inspection, he decided not to waste another minute. Turning from the water fountain, he pulled back one of the empty chairs at Jill's table and sat down. He knew that the invitation of the older woman's open legs was all he needed.
Jill was overjoyed at the boy's cocksure attitude. Smiling as warmly as she could, she removed a cigarette from the pack on the table and let it dangle from her lips. Then she offered him one, pleased at how quickly everything was happening. The emptiness that she had felt when PJ boarded the plane was gone, replaced by thoughts of the wild afternoon she knew lay ahead.
Leaning forward to accentuate the fullness of her braless tits, she held up an expensive lighter to the tip of Hank's unlit cigarette. A chill shot up her spine as his eyes danced from one hardened nipple to the other.
"It's a shame these aren't nice, fat joints," she said, her voice a deep-pitched whisper.
"That's easy enough to take care of," Hank replied, drawing deeply on the cigarette that Jill had given him. "Me and my friends got some of the best stuff around."
"Great, baby," Jill whispered, lifting her foot out of her shoe and rubbing against the side of his leg. "What the hell are we waiting for?"
Hank grinned triumphantly as he rose and turned back toward the kids at the other table. He heard the sound of Jill's chair scraping against the floor as she rose to follow. The sharp sound of her high heels against the polished tiles made his cock swell even more as he led his sexy prize back to his astonished friends.
Alice and Mark made a place for Jill as she slid into the seat between them. Her firm, lush thighs brushed against their bodies as she lowered herself down into the small crowd of horny teenagers. Just the excitement in their eyes was enough to start an orgasm rumbling in the pit of her stomach.
It didn't take long for everyone to introduce themselves to each other, and the eagerness in their young voices made the blood throb in Jill's brain. A breath caught in her throat as she looked to her side and saw Eddie's hand pumping in and out of Rosemary's cunt.
The seventeen-year-old girl was wearing a long skirt with a slit that reached right up to her waist. With Eddie's hand parting the material, Jill could see that the little slut wasn't even wearing a pair of panties. She could hear the wet, slurping sounds that her boy friend's obviously trained fingers were making, and she was a little jealous of the emptiness between her own legs.
Hank proudly told his friends what Jill had said about turning on, and everyone quickly agreed that turning on was a great idea.
"Like I said before," Jill laughed, "what the hell are we waiting for? My car's parked right outside."
In another instant, Jill was leading the horny gang of teenagers across the airport's large parking lot to her small sports car parked in a far corner. The aroma of their young bodies filled her nostrils, making her cunt churn with burning lust.
Alice, Mark, Eddie, Joyce and Tommy climbed into the back seat, while Rosemary squeezed into the bucket seat beside Jill. The roar of the. engine drowned out their squealing voices as she slammed her foot down on the accelerator and nosed the bright red convertible toward the toll booth at the edge of the parking lot.
Even through the brashness of the teenagers' actions, Jill knew that they were all a little frightened of her. And that's just the way she wanted it. This was going to be her party, and she intended to call all the shots.
Jill ignored the wide-eyed look the parking lot attendant flashed her as she paid the fee and roared out of the narrow space between the booths.
"That old bastard looked like he wanted to join the party," Rosemary laughed, reaching over and placing a delicate hand on the top of Jill's exposed thigh.
"Well I'm afraid we're just gonna have to do without him," Jill replied, reaching down and pressing the young girl's fingers harder and higher on her leg.
Jill thrilled to the hesitant trembling of
Rosemary's fingers as they neared the searing heat of her cunt. A deep sigh slipped from between her lips as she felt the teenager's long fingernails pressing into the damp nylon covering her twat.
By the time Jill wheeled the sports car into the basement garage of her expensive apartment building, she had already experienced a series of delightful finger orgasms, but she knew that they were nothing compared to the heights of lust that she would reach before the afternoon was through.
Crowding into the small elevator leading up to her apartment, Jill felt countless hands on her body, feeling up the firmness of her lush curves. One of the little bastards had even slipped a hand up the back of her dress and was playing with the crack of her ass. She could feel Eddie and Hank pressing against the sides of her body, the hardness of their strong cocks burning through the thickness of their clothing.
Jill allowed the teenagers to have their way with her body until she opened the door of her apartment. Then she rushed ahead, pulling out of their eager grasps. As she strode toward the living room, she rolled her ass like a whore looking for a sale, knowing that there wasn't an eye looking anywhere but on the rounded firmness of her buttocks.
"Have a seat," Jill said, gesturing to the sofa and chairs that filled the room while she headed for the stereo built into the bookcase against one of the walls.
"This is some place you got here," Mark said, the other kids quickly agreeing as they made themselves comfortable.
"Thank you, baby," Jill replied, grinning lewdly as she stared straight at the huge bulge of his cock outlined against the skintight material of his jeans. "Help yourself to some of the stuff on the coffee table," she added, turning back to the record player and picking out the newest, wildest rock records she had.
Fresh grass smoke filled the room as the first throbbing sounds poured from the expensive speakers. Being that it was the afternoon, Jill knew that she wouldn't be disturbing any neighbors and really turned the music on full blast.
When she turned back to face her young guests, Jill could hardly believe that she had seven hot teenagers all to herself. The night before had been wild, but this was going to be twice as good. She was going to have just as many hard cocks as the night before, but with the addition of three fresh cunts to lap and suck.
Jill's eyes roamed from one kid stud to the next sexy bitch, her gaze finally coming to rest on Joyce's ripe, little body. Actually, the sixteen-year-old was anything but small. The huge mounds of her firm tits were covered by a skintight T-shirt that outlined the hardness of her dark nipples. Jill's eyes moved downward, resting for a moment on the tightness of her narrow waist. There wasn't an ounce of fat around the teenager's middle. Joyce's hips flared out proudly, encased by a pair of cut-off jeans. The legs of the garment had been cut right from the crotch, with hardly more than an inch of material covering the throbbing lips of her cunt.
And at that moment, Joyce had pushed that thin strip of cloth out of the way and was pumping two fingers up into her churning pussy. She was really working away at herself, grinding the palm of her hand into the hard nub of her clit as she dug her fingers deeper and deeper.
Jill's mouth watered for a taste of Joyce's cunt as she watched the teenager's twat juice running down her fingers. The older woman's tongue could just imagine licking up the hot cream of the girl's burning lusts. She thrilled to the thought of those smooth, sixteen-year-old's legs wrapped around her neck, drawing her deeper and deeper into her hot crotch.
But the sound of Eddie undoing his zipper as he sat beside Joyce caught Jill's ear and drew her eyes between the fifteen-year-old's athletic thighs. The little bastard hadn't bothered to wear anything under the tight jeans that he had on, and as he undid the front of his pants, his fat cock popped into view. Jill's breath caught in her throat as her eyes caressed the swollen head of his blood-filled tool.
Alice had already had a few good lungfuls of grass, and was really going out of her mind. She ripped off the tiny halter top that she was wearing over her hip-hugger slacks. Jill had noticed that the pants were cut so low that the top of the sexy kid's asscrack was visible over the waistband.
Alice loved the sight of Eddie's cock. She had been sucking and fucking his thick tool for more than a year, and was enjoying it more and more. When he slammed that hunk of meat into her tight asshole, she really went wild.
Jill watched intently as Alice bent forward and ground her naked tits into Eddie's proud, naked cock. She groaned as she crushed her body against the searing flesh of the teenager's stiff prick. Jill's cunt oozed love juices as she watched Alice rubbing her hard nipples up and down the length of Eddie's cock.
With a joint hanging from his lips, Hank climbed to his feet and headed for Jill's body as she swayed wildly to the music filling the room. His cock was sticking straight out from his open fly. She could see the teeth of the metal zipper digging into the burning flesh covering his thick cock.
As Hank moved up beside Jill, one hand pushed the tightly rolled joint between her lips while his other hand grabbed her right tit. As she moved in time to the music now pulsing through her bloodstream, his fingers tightened on the ripe melon. She could feel the tight material of her sweater ripping as he tore it from her body.
But Jill had something else in mind, and she decided to lay down the law right then and there. She was the boss, and those kids were sure as hell going to know it. The last thing she wanted in the world was a gang of crazy teenagers slamming her around.
In one quick movement, Jill knocked Eddie's hand off her right boob and wrapped both of her arms around his strong neck. Thrusting her braless tits hard against his chest, she crushed her mouth down onto his. Her tongue immediately shot forward, pushing his lips open as she tasted his mouth.
Rosemary got a look at Mark stripping off his jeans and really went wild. He was the one guy in the room she hadn't fucked, and was impressed at the first sight of his fourteen-year-old cock. He was actually the youngest guy in the crowd, and she was the oldest chick, and it seemed that they never had a chance to get together.
But Rosemary realized that she had passed up a good thing long enough. Mark was sitting in a chair at the opposite end of the room, and the horny tramp decided that that was too much distance to have between them. Standing up, she wrapped her fingers into the slit running up the length of her long dress. With a lewd grin turning up the dorners of her mouth, the seventeen-year-old ripped open the front of her dress.
Mark's cock came to a complete erection as he heard the sound of Rosemary's tearing dress. He stared at her as she moved toward him, the front of the garment held together by a single clasp under the swollen thrusts of her tits. Each step that she took showed off the soft, brown fur covering her thick, sopping cuntlips.
When Jill finally released Hank from the searing strength of her embrace, she laughed at his desperate attempts to catch his breath. She could see the wetness of her own saliva coating his lips and it really turned her on.
"Now, baby," Jill said, stepping back and pushing the joint back between his trembling lips, "you can watch, but no touching."
Jill felt like a teacher scolding one of her students as she spoke. She could see the frustration building up in the boy's ruggedly handsome face as her entire body again began to move in time with the wild cut on the record changer. She held her arms up to her sides, pulling the already skintight material of her sweater even tighter across the swollen mounds of her heaving breasts.
"If you're a good little boy, maybe I'll let you play with these," Jill added, her hands cupping her boobs and holding them out to the tortured seventeen year old.
"Fuck you!" Hank hissed, angered by the beautiful woman's condescending tone.
With her languid body still moving in time with the music, Jill's hand flashed out and slashed across Hank's stunned face. The sound of the slap rang out in the room as her eyes stared coldly into his. Everyone in the room was suddenly still, waiting to see the teenager's reaction.
For a split second, Jill saw intense anger flash across Hank's face and she was frightened that she had gone too far. But his anger soon faded, and a triumphant grin curled the corners of her mouth.
The force of her blow sent the joint hanging from Hank's lips sailing across the room. She saw its glowing tip smoldering in the thick pile of the expensive carpet.
"Pick it up," Jill said softly, her voice cutting through the air like cold steel.
Hank didn't have to be told a second time. He was beaten, and everyone in the room knew it. Jill was pleased at the snickering she heard from the other teenagers as the handsome stud quickly bent to carry out her orders.
As Rosemary stood in front of Mark, her hand moved up to the solitary clasp still holding her torn dress together. With another quick yank, she ripped the garment off her tits. Shrugging her shoulders, she let the garment slide down the length of her lush body, falling into a puddle around her ankles.
Mark watched as Rosemary slowly lowered herself down to her knees between his open legs. A lewd grin spread across her face as her fingers went to the waistband of the fourteen year old's jeans. In another instant, she was yanking the material down the length of his lean, muscular legs.
With Eddie's cock between the fat mounds of her tits, Alice began rubbing her entire body up and down the thick shaft of steaming meat. She slid off the sofa onto the floor, dragging the boy down onto the floor with her. Keeping his cock trapped between her boobs, she rolled onto her back, positioning Eddie's body atop her own.
Thrusting his hips forward, Eddie increased the friction between his dick and her fat boobs. Looking down at Alice's squirming body beneath him, he was thrilled at the sight of his bright red cock shaft against the whiteness of her swollen tits.
Tommy's burning tool was in need, and Joyce's hot body was just what it needed. Wrapping a strong arm around the sixteen-year-old bitch's shoulders, he dragged her across his lap. Hooking his fingers into the tight waistband of her cut-off jeans, he yanked the tiny garment off her ass with one strong pull.
Joyce wiggled her stomach against Tommy's fully erect prick as she felt his hands on the rounded firmness of her buttocks. She caught her breath as she felt his fingers slip into the deep crack of her ass, the sharpness of one of his fingernails toying with the puckered ring of her anus.
When Hank retrieved the joint that Jill had knocked from his lips, he began to rise from the floor. But again, the horny woman had something else in mind. Lifting up her right foot, she pressed the sharp heel of her shoe into his back, forcing him back into place at her feet.
Hank had never allowed himself to be treated that way, but he had never had a woman as wild as Jill towering above him. When she brought the tip of her shoe to his mouth, he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to the smooth, black leather.
Hank was the undisputed leader of their gang, and Eddie could never imagine the strong-willed teenager groveling on his belly. The sight of the boy kissing Jill's foot turned Eddie on even more, and he soon felt the steaming flood of his boiling cum flowing to the smooth-skinned head of his bloated cock.
Alice squealed with delight as she watched the tip of Eddie's cock explode, shooting hot jism all over her face. Her long tongue licked up every drop of love-juice within reach, savoring the thick taste of his lusts.
With one hand, Jill hiked her mini-skirt up around her waist, and with the other, she grabbed Hank by the hair and pulled him into the churning heat of her crotch. Slamming her hips forward, she ground her nylon-covered cunt against his face, smearing her pussy juice across his face.
Joyce dug the feel of Tommy's finger exploring her asshole, but she needed more action than just his hand could deliver. Hopping off his lap, she landed on the floor on her hands and knees. Pointing her ass up at him, she looked over- her shoulder and flashed Tommy the warmest, most inviting smile that she could manage.
In an instant, Tommy was on his knees behind her, pushing the head of his prick to the entranceway of her anal canal. With short, hard jabs, he forced the blunt tip of his shaft into her steaming hole, thrilling to the feel of her hot flesh I closing around his tool.
Joyce gritted her teeth as the sudden pain ripped through her body. She fought back the tears swelling in her eyes, knowing that the pain would soon turn to lustful pleasure. As Tommy rammed ever forward, Joyce thrust her entire body back against his tool,' driving the full length of his shaft as deep into her asshole as she could.
Eddie rolled off Alice's sweat-coated body, dragging his limp prick over the heaving mounds of her fat tits. She had enjoyed the taste of his cum, but there was still an orgasm trapped deep within her churning belly.
Crawling across the floor, Alice moved in front of Joyce, lifting her cunt up to her friend's hungry mouth. She didn't have to wait long to feel the bitch's hot lips on her throbbing pussy.
Rosemary had a hard time not gagging as Mark slammed his cockhead into the back of her throat. Reaching up under the young boy's trembling body, one hand played with his balls while the other found its way into the crack of his ass.
While Hank sucked away at Jill's still covered cunt, she yanked her sweater off and tossed it into a far corner of the room. The sudden rush of cold air made her nipples stand out like ripe cherries waiting to be plucked from the tree. The feel of the stud's hard-working mouth was great, but she needed more. She needed the feel of his young cock ripping her cunt open!
Grabbing the boy by the shoulders, shoved him down onto his back. Her eyes widened at the sight of his absolutely huge cock standing straight up from the folds of his pants. Leaping into the air, she landed down on Hank's prick. In that one move, she drove the teenager's shaft up into the deepest reaches of her churning pussy.
Tears of joy overflowed Jill's eyes as she looked out at the incredible scene before her. Everywhere she looked she was treated to the sight of teenage flesh. For a moment, she tried to imagine what her mother would do with all that young cunt and cock meat. But the thought was fleeting as she ground her clit into the base of Hank's burning prick.
