Susan Gibbs was a beautiful and devoted wife who was genuinely pleased when her husband Jeffrey attained great success.
Susan and Jeffrey lived in a cozy college town, where Jeffrey was employed as a Professor of Literature at the university. It was the kind of quiet and enjoyable life that Susan just as soon would have preferred to continue, but she knew that Jeffrey had a hungry zest for success, and once he published an astonishingly success-next lays a trap for a husky college football star, with whom she also enjoys sex.
Due to prolonged absences on the part of her husband, Susan soon becomes a "Supersexed Wife."
CHAPTER 1
Susan Gibbs was in a depressed frame of mind.
Not only was it one of those long, overcast, seemingly interminable afternoons. She was disturbed over the fact that she was alone so much of the time. Her husband, who had been such consolation in the early stages of their marriage, was now a public personality. He was. spending so much time, traveling away from their beautiful suburban home just a few miles away from the university where he had taught for so many years that she felt as if she'd been abandoned. She just didn't know how to respond to the change in circumstances.
It all happened when Jeffrey, her husband, had had a novel accepted by the New York market. He had worked laboriously for years trying to get a book accepted, and after several efforts, he finally achieved success. It was Susan's belief that success would be on a modified level, and nothing could have caused her to anticipate exactly what would happen.
The book became a sure-fire success. Her husband was constantly taking planes back to New York for negotiating sessions. He finally had to quit his job as a professor. It scared Susan when he did so.
"This is so insecure," she told him. "You had a nice steady job here and we had a beautiful life together. A nice quiet life and you didn't have to work all that hard on your job. You're giving all this up."
"But we're gonna make so much money on just this first book alone," he explained to her, "and they want to sigh me to a contract to write three novels after that. They say that the success of the first novel will trigger further successes."
"That remains to be seen," Susan had shaken her head despondently.
Now her husband was in Hollywood. He had called early the preceding evening, letting her know how everything was going. His New York agent was there with him, and together they were seeking to negotiate a movie deal on the sale of his novel to Hollywood. Under the deal he would receive a percentage of the picture and do the screenplay.
Even though the money was rolling in and Jeffrey was suggesting that very soon they move to a bigger, more spacious house, Susan was in a quandary. Riches didn't mean all that much to her. She would have preferred having her husband around more. For one thing, at thirty-two, she was a highly sensuous woman. A petite, gorgeous, red-haired woman, she possessed the kind of striking figure that turned men on without any difficulty. She knew how attractive she was to the opposite sex. It was evident every time that she went out in public. She was always observing out of the corner of her eye to get even a glimpse of her. She considered it a waste, therefore, that her husband was gone so much of the time now, and, even when he was at home, he was often either exhausted or thinking about another money transaction. It seeemed so ironic to her that her husband Jeffrey had wanted accomplishment for the sake of artistic recognition when he had first started writing. Now that he had achieved success, he didn't seem to care about anything other than the economic achievement. That worried her.
In her depressed frame of mind, she recognized that there was no liquor in the house. Susan decided to drive to the nearest shopping center, where she would stop at the liquor store and buy a bottle of Vodka and some tomato juice. She could mix herself some Bloody Marys, perhaps watching some late-afternoon television as she sipped them. Susan knew that it wouldn't completely chase the blues away, but it might conceivably at least make her feel a little less depressed.
As Susan walked into the liquor store to purchase the Vodka, she heard a voice call out to her.
"Mrs. Gibbs?" the voice asked.
Susan turned from the counter where the Vodka was located, looking into the eyes of a bright-eyed, dark-haired, bearded young man in his late teens or early twenties. Immediately his face looked familiar, but she could not quite place it. It embarrassed her that she could not immediately call out to him by name just as he had to her a few moments earlier. "Hello," she said.
"I can see you don't remember me," he said.
"As a matter-of-fact, your face does look familiar. This is embarrassing. I just can't place you."
"I'm Pete Perna," the young man said. "Does that name ring a bell?"
"Wait a minute. Yes, I do believe it does. Certainly."
"I was the president of the writer's club at school and your husband was our faculty advisor," Pete said. "Remember. We had some meetings over at your house."
"Certainly. I remember."
"You know, I really hated the fact that we lost your husband as our faculty advisor. He set up some interesting meetings. We had some nice provocative discussions. Although I'm happy for him in the long run. Dr. Jeffrey Gibbs had all kinds of talent. We all used to remark on that. We felt he deserved to make it to the top, and that's exactly what's happening to him now. Where is he anyway?"
"Right now he's in Hollywood. He called yesterday. They're negotiating movie rights right now."
"That's terrific. It really makes you feel good to know that somebody you know has made it to the top."
"Yes, he's really achieved something."
"I'm so very happy to hear that. Every time I see something about him in the papers, I make sure and read it. So how are things with you?"
"Holding together," she shrugged nonchalantly. "You know how it is, though, with your husband gone this much. It's quite an adjustment when your lifestyle changes that dramatically and that rapidly."
"Yeah, I can understand that."
"Listen. Why don't you drop over to my place. We can have a little literary discussion. Maybe recall old times."
"That would be nice," Pete smiled.
"If you're not doing anything, you can come over right now. As a matter-of-fact, I was thinking to myself how boring an afternoon it was. Maybe you can add a little life."
"I'll do my best," Pete laughed.
"You still remember where the place is?"
"Of course. I've been over to your place numerous times."
"All right, then I'll see you over at the house in a few minutes," Susan exclaimed.
Susan bought the Vodka and tomato juice. As she left the store, she observed Pete buying a six-pack of beer. The liquor store proprietor did not ask him for identification.
As she got in her car and drove back home, she focused on what had happened at the liquor store. She could hardly believe what had gotten into her. She couldn't understand why she had invited young Pete over to her place. And, in so inviting him, just what did that invitation signify? She wondered if it could have involved more than what she was willing to admit to herself. After all, she was lonely, she did have strong physical desires, and they had been going unfulfilled for all too long.
As she kept on driving toward home, she began thinking more about Pete. She found herself wondering just what he would be like undressed. She kept thinking about what a nice erection he probably had, and how she would love to observe a long, hard, ever-so-masculine cock after the long periods of time she had been forced to endure without any male companionship whatsoever.
She pulled the car into the .driveway, then silently chastised herself for thinking the thoughts that had been running through her mind during the course of the ride home. She picked up the package with the bottle of Vodka and tomato juice, entering the house. She would fix herself a drink, then would act in a dignified manner when Pete arrived. For one thing, he held her husband in high esteem. In fact, on a pedestal. That meant he would probably be very cautious in terms of what he expected from her. More than-likely, she concluded, he would be anticipating nothing more than a conversation and something to drink.
Susan mixed herself a Bloody Mary, which she finished just a few moments before Pete arrived.
She let him in, leading him into the den, where he sat down on a comfortable leather sofa.
"I was just about to mix myself a Bloody Mary," she said, deliberately making it appear that she'd had nothing to drink beforehand. "Would that be all right with you?"
"Sure, that would be fine," Pete smiled.
A few moments later she materialized with two glasses, one of which she handed to Pete. She sat down in a chair across from the sofa where he had been sitting. She pressed the glass to her lips, taking a long sip from it.
"A drink now and then I guess is good for a person," she said. "Particularly when that person needs to unravel."
"Yeah, I guess that's true," Pete smiled. "Sometimes I don't even need an excuse."
Pete finished his drink quickly. She did the same, after which she mixed a second round. This time she sat next to Pete on the sofa, but made certain that she kept some distance between herself and him. The longer that she focused her eyes in Pete's direction, the more restless she became. Susan realized by that time that she couldn't kid herself. There was no getting around it. She definitely wanted some sex from him, and the sooner she would get it the better.
She moved her body forward, stopping just a scant few inches away from Pete. He looked into her eyes with a new recognition. It was obvious to him now exactly what his hostess wanted. He could hardly believe it. Here was the dignified wife of a professor for whom he held a hero worship. He wondered if he could bring himself to do it. His value systems were clashing. On the one hand he admired his ex-professor, and would not want to do anything behind his back. On the other hand, there she was, a gorgeous, practically panting hunk of woman who was looking ever so restlessly into his eyes. Pete had seen that expression before. There was no mistaking it. She wanted sex. He had told himself so many times on the ride over to Susan's house that she had only meant to be obliging. She had only wanted to have a drink with him and engage in some conversation. After all, she was lonely. But he could see now that there was a lot more than sheer loneliness involved. It was a desire to engage in some uninhibited sexual activity.
She reached out and slid her arms around Pete. He could tell from the way her arms were clinging to his body just how much she wanted some quick, captivating sex. She pushed her lips forward, allowing them to assert themselves against his lips. As her lips plunged ever so sharply against his, he moved his arms around her waist. He clung ever so tightly as their lips pushed long and hard against each other. She removed her lips from his, after which Pete looked at her ever so earnestly. He did a double take before going on to the next step.
"You really do want me," he said. "I can see it."
"I do, darling. Just kiss me again."
This time Pete was determined to kiss her even harder than the frist time. He pushed his lips forward, allowing them to make fervent contact with hers. His lips remained frozen solidly against hers, after which he released them. He pushed his tongue forward. He wanted to plant it inside of her mouth. He knew that they would both enjoy that kind of wild, sweeping contact.
His heart pounded with ever-mounting exhilaration. Pete was overcome by what was happening. He knew that in just a few moments they would be stripping and going to bed together. He could hardly wait to see this beautiful, shapely body totally nude. He wanted to see what she would be like without clothes. His heart kept on pounding as his tongue tore inside of her mouth. He felt her hot breath against his. He felt her saliva meshing with his. His whole body trembled. He was caught in the midst of the wave of wild, sexual anticipation. His tongue kept on sweeping, moving, driving with great skill and joy. Pete was completely letting himself go. He enjoyed every quick, stabbing tongue thrust that he maintained with her.
Pete removed his tongue from Susan's mouth. He looked at her longingly.
"Let's go into the bedroom," he said. "We've got to do it now. We've got to completely let ourselves go. Yes, my dear. Let's screw."
"Say those words again."
"Let's screw."
"Oh, darling."
This time it was Susan who took the initiative, shoving her tongue forward, letting it race and slash as it manipulated back and forth against Pete's tongue. The longer that their tongues clashed in a sea of wild excitement, the more forceful that they both became in their efforts. They were carried away in the wondrous glow of sex. They knew that they would not derive the ultimate in thrills until they went into the bedroom and totally stripped.
"Let's not put it off any more," Susan smiled triumphantly. "Let's go into the bedroom and take everything off."
CHAPTER 2
They walked into the bedroom together. They immediately began to strip off their clothes.
"Yes, take everything off," Susan panted as she slid out of her dress. "We're gonna be completely naked, baby. We're gonna let ourselves go. We're gonna have ourselves a wonderful time. Ohhh, are we gonna screw. Are we ever gonna enjoy it. What a fuck we're gonna have."
Susan removed her dress, then undid her bra. As she tossed her bra to the floor and let her warm tits dangle ever so freely in front of her, Pete watched with great fascination. As soon as he saw her bare breasts, he worked his fingers more quickly than ever as he sought to remove every stitch of clothing. He wanted to completely enjoy himself. He wanted to love every moment.
Pete kept watching as his lover reached down with both hands, sliding her panties soothingly down her thighs, then against her ankles. She stepped out of her panties, then spread her beautiful body out in the middle of the bed. She dangled her legs tantalizingly, letting him know in effect that he could have sex any moment that he wanted it.
But Susan had other ideas. She felt as if she needed a wild tongue bath. She wanted to feel her lover's hot, surging tongue as it manipulated its way inside of her pussy. She wanted to just lie back and enjoy those quick, sweeping tongue strokes.
"Baby, come on, eat my mound," she sighed. "Come on, baby. Ohhh, I really want to feel that action. Ohhh, baby. Come on, just drive your tongue. Ohhh, honey, baby. Suck. Come on, suck me."
Pete nodded. He reached out and grabbed at his lover's buttocks. He pushed his tongue ever so carefully inside of her ass-hole. As he did, her whole body gave way, flouncing from side to side as she enjoyed the swift, decisive tongue strokes that he kept on asserting. He moved his tongue back and forth, letting it surge quickly, allowing it to drive with great passion and joy as it made its way inside of her anus.
"That's the way to do it," she sighed. "Ohhh, sweetheart. I love the way your tongue's moving. Come on, baby. Yes, let it probe. Baby doll, ohhh, let it stab inside my ass-hole. Honey, oohh, keep up that tongue work. Yes, you're blasting so nicely. Baby doll, ohhh, eat out my ass. Yes, eat out my beautiful, glorious ass-hole. Suck my ass-hole, my sweet. Honey, ohhh, drive it inside me. Darling, ohhh, I want it. Suck me, ohhh, suck me. Suck my ass."
Her body kept on twisting back and forth as he moved his tongue inside of her anus. He worked it with the greatest of conviction. His tongue kept twisting, moving with sparkling zest, manipulating rapidly as he slid it inside of her. He removed his tongue a few strokes later, after which he reached out with his right hand, letting his fingers toy with her pussy. He moved his fingers with great joy, asserting them briskly, driving them with great spirit inside of her nest.
"Ohhh, suck me," she exclaimed. "My pussy's nice and moist, baby. It's all ready for your tongue. Come on, dear. Ohhh, blast away with your tongue. Push your tongue inside my snatch. Honey, ohhh, I want you to probe. I want you to probe beautifully with your tongue. Darling, work your tongue inside my snatch. Honey, ohhh, suck me."
He removed his fingers from her nest, then pushed his tongue down between her legs. Her legs twitched nervously as she anticipated the first few strokes from his warm, twisting tongue. She watched his long, red tongue as it got set to pierce against her pussy. She wanted to respond to every quick, tugging, delightful movement that he sent forth. He wanted to blast away with his tongue, to drive it with spirit and zest as he pushed it inside of her.
"Come on, suck my mound," she sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, blast with your tongue. Oh, baby doll, suck me. Yes, honey. Ohhh, come on, move your tongue. Really slice it inside of my slit."
The faster that her body wiggled, the more appetizing a target she became. He moved his tongue forward, letting it manipulate with twisting, decisive impact as it worked inside of her snatch. He kept on manipulating it, driving it with sturdy impact as it kept on making contact with her pussy.
The quicker that he drove his tongue, the deeper that he probed it inside of her nest. It kept pushing her ever nearer, and he then reached out and clutched at her butt. He held on ever so tightly and sharply, grabbing her ass cheeks as his tongue worked its way ever deeper inside of her hot, juicy pit. He could hear the sounds of her heavy gasping, and that propelled him to an even greater extent. Pete's tongue kept on working deeply, probing with magnificent desire as he pushed and shoved it ever deeper inside of her pussy.
"Ohhh, suck me," Susan exclaimed. "Ohhh, just grind your tongue inside of my nest. Come on, baby. Oh, come on, darling. Suck me. Really push your tongue. Probe it inside of me. Come on, dear."
A few quick, jolting tongue stabs later, the juices began to shoot from her pussy. They splashed inside of his mouth, after which Pete released his tongue from Susan's mound. He felt good all over. He could feel the waves of sexual anticipation sweeping through his whole body. He knew that he had to have his lover, that he had to fuck her right then.
"I want inside you," he said.
"Baby, we can do that later," she panted. "Right now I've got to have your prick. I have to play with it. I have to suck it. I have to get you off. I want to taste your hot sperm. Yes, I'm gonna swallow every drop of it."
"I can't argue with that," he laughed. "That I'll love, baby. Yes, you can stroke my cock any time you want to."
Susan moved her fingers forward, placing them with authority against his balls. She moved her fingers with quick, lightning strokes. Back and forth her finger kept on working, gliding against his balls.
"Oh, that feels so good," Pete swooned. "Keep it going baby. Keep your fingers grinding against my balls. This is such a wonderful feeling. Come on, my sweet. Just move your fingers. Plunge them against my testicles."
Her fingers kept on gliding sharply against his balls. She pushed and stabbed with them, and the longer she kept up the grinding movements, the closer that Pete moved toward a devastating orgasm. He could feel the waves of itchiness in his balls, and he knew that there were huge gobs of penis fluid stored up in his testicles. Soon the juices would be exploding. They would be spilling out of the end of his cock and into her mouth.
"Suck me, come on, just suck me," he exclaimed. "Baby doll, ohhh, move your tongue. Come on, sweetie, move it."
Her tongue swept back and forth a few more times against his testicles. As she released it, she let it go to work against the tip of his cock. She toyed with the tip of his peter, then began to stab up and down against the full;length of his hot ramrod. The quicker that her tongue moved, the louder that Pete begged for more.
"Baby, what a cock sucker," he said. "You're a great cock licker, sweetheart. Come on, keep your tongue moving. Keep probing with it. Darling, ohhh, let it slice. Yes, sweetheart. Ohhh, let it slice. Suck my cock."
While Susan energetically manipulated her tongue with stabbing impact against her lover's cock she reached down and played with his balls. She would let her fingers circulate quickly over his testicles a few strokes, after which she would then let her fingers grab hold of his testicles. She moved her fingers with superb desire and grace as she let them manipulate against his fiery balls. All the while she was continuing her scintillating tongue pace, driving her tongue ever so frenziedly and eagerly as she pursued his cock. Her tongue kept on driving, working wildly, maintaining a swift, dedicated pace as it circulated against his dick.
"Ohhh, keep it going," he sighed. "Come on, baby. Ohhh, just work your tongue. Come on, darling. Ohhh, work it against my cock. Sweetheart, ohhh, I love it. I just love the way your tongue's moving. Sweetheart, ohhh, you know how to suck me."
His body bounced up and down on the bed as he continued to receive the quick, dazzling tongue sensations that she sent forth. Her fingers moved soothingly against his balls, sliding with rapid conviction. All the while, as her heart pounded relentlessly, she knew just how close she was drawing him to that invigorating moment of climax. Pretty soon the thick, white cream would be splashing from the end of his long, fiery dick. Every droplet of the dazzling white cream would shoot from him and into her mouth.
"Ohhh, suck it off," he sighed. "Come on, baby doll. Ohhh, honey, you're so uninhibited. Once you let yourself go you're too much. Come on, baby. Ohhh, eat my dick. Yes, darling. Ohhh, eat it. Come on, go after every drop of the stuff."
Her tongue kept on gliding, twisting and turning as it worked its way up and down his long, fiery, fluid-infested cock.
"Damned, ohhh, my balls are so itchy," he said. "Hold on, baby doll. Come on, hold onto me. Tickle them. Yeah, tickle my balls. I've got to juice."
Her fingers clutched and stabbed against Pete's testicles. He looked down at his nuts, which expanded with every moment. Her tongue kept on sweeping, gliding steadfastly, moving with purposeful excitement as it kept on maintaining itself against his peter. A few quick, stabbing tongue strokes later, the thick, white fluid was about ready to shoot out of the end of his cock. He could feel the waves of excitation in his cock and balls, and he was looking forward to that great moment. He knew that it was upon him. He heaved a deep sigh, his whole body twitching.
"Come on, eat the stuff," he gulped. "Baby, swallow it. Yes, my sweet. Go after it. Yes, go after the load. Suck it out of me. Baby doll, ohhh, suck it out of me."
He pushed his body back and forth restlessly a few more times, then braced himself. He let his fingers clutch against Susan's back as he delivered the first few droplets of hot, white cock juice from the end of his spear. The juices kept on splashing, spilling out of his pecker and into her mouth.
"Come on, swallow it," he said emphatically. "Every drop, honey. Yes, go get it. Ohhh, baby doll, what you're doing to me. You're too much."
His body kept on rocking until the final few drops of thick, white cream had shot from his prick. Susan then released her tongue from his organ.
"That was really nice," he said. "Damned, your tongue just never let up."
"Of course it didn't," she smiled. "Not when I had such a beautiful cock to suck."
"Yes, that's so true."
He threw his arms about her lovingly and delivered a long kiss to her lips.
CHAPTER 3
Pete and Susan were both so overjoyed as a result of all the beautiful sex that they had already engaged in that they were eager to get into some more of the same.
He reached out and ran his fingers through his lover's now sweaty hair. His heart pounded with great desire as he pushed his lips forward. He let his lips collide with hers. Back and forth he moved his fingers at the same time, letting them slide against her breasts. Pete loved the feeling of freedom attached to cupping his fingers around his lover's tits and moving them back and forth. He kept up his hot, stirring, ever-so-decisive finger movements as he let his lips continue to press against hers.
When Pete released his lips from hers, he pushed his tongue into Susan's mouth. His fingers kept on probing, working back and forth as they glided over her breasts. He released his tongue from her mouth, then drove it downward toward her left tit. He moved his tongue with searing enthusiasm. The more rapidly that he let it press against her hot breast, the faster that her whole body moved. Her legs kept twisting, moving back and forth, responding to his enthusiastic efforts.
"Baby, you're sure doing a good job of sucking my tits," she sighed soothingly. "I love those movements. Honey, I can't seem to get enough of you. Suck my breasts some more."
Pete was ever willing to respond to her commands. After his tongue had left a huge trail of saliva around Susan's left breast, he switched the activity over to her right tit. He moved his tongue forcefully, employing it with swift, devastating strokes. Back and forth he worked it, letting his tongue grind with great desire. He kept on plunging his tongue, moving it against her breast, and a few moments later he released it from her tit.
"Baby, I want to get your box again," he told her. "I want to do that before fucking your pussy."
"Go ahead, doll," she purred with enthusiasm. "My snatch is waiting for you. It's waiting for your tongue, and it's waiting for your cock. As a matter-of-fact, if you eat out my box first, that'll get me even more excited for your cock."
"Of course," Pete smiled. "We think of everything around here."
He moved his dancing right fingers down toward her pussy. The faster that he worked his fingers, the greater the degree of enjoyment that she experienced. His fingers kept on dancing ever so smoothly, manipulating against her pussy. When he removed his fingers from her mound, he was all set to let his tongue glide inside of her snatch.
"Come on, eat my box," she exclaimed. "Ohhh, darling. Come on, suck my pussy. Yes, just let your tongue move. Really let it grind."
He slid his tongue down between his lover's legs. He reached out with both hands, letting his fingers grind against her thighs. As he held onto her thighs, his tongue went to work against her pussy. He tongued her clitoris, then let his tongue probe ever more deeply. He pushed it in as far as he could, his quick, decisive tongue asserting itself with solid vigor and impact as he pressed and pushed it into her pussy. The deeper that he employed his tongue, the closer that he moved her to the decisive point of climax.
"Ohhh, suck me," she exclaimed. "Come on, baby. Grind your hot tongue. Move it quickly. Baby doll, ohhh, eat out my box."
His tongue kept on pushing, probing with great passion as it worked that much deeper inside of her nest. Pete enjoyed the swift, energetic tongue impact that he provided as he kept on pushing her ever nearer to orgasm. A few strokes later, he began to slap at his lover's buttocks. He slapped unrestrainedly and joyfully, and pretty soon the juices started to shoot from her pussy and into his mouth.
"How nice, ohhh, suck it all out of me," Susan sighed soothingly. "Baby, you do know how to suck. You know how to make a woman happy."
As soon as the sucking was over, Pete stretched out on his back a few moments. He wanted to take a rest for a short period of time, but Susan was much too horny. She immediately sat down atop his thighs, letting her anus come to rest just above his penis.
"I want you to fuck me this way," she said. "I want to move my body back and forth while you're fucking me."
From the reclining position in which she was lying, Pete could see her beautiful breasts as they dangled before his eyes. She had her hips resting on both sides of his legs. She straddled his thighs, then positioned herself directly over his erect prick. Ever so slowly, she began to lower herself, effecting entry.
"Baby, I hope you don't mind," she sighed. "I want to control the movement this time. It's been so long since I've had a good, hard cock grinding inside of my pussy. Do you understand?"
"Of course I do," he grinned. "Just as long as I get plenty of wild sex out of you."
Susan nodded affirmatively. She kept working her pussy ever deeper, grinding downward toward his prick. Pete manipulated his body to and fro, twisting it as he pushed his cock upward, meeting her downward thrusts headon. He could feel the wild waves of titillation within his whole body as his cock kept burying itself ever deeper inside of her mound. He fucked rapidly, moving his hard, smooth instrument. The quicker that his penis fucked her mound, the closer that he worked himself toward orgasm.
"Just keep moving your body," he said. "I love this kind of movement, honey. Yes, this is nice fucking."
As Susan kept on manipulating her body back and forth, stabbing her pussy against her lover's cock, a panting Pete reached out with both hands. He began to slide his fingers up and down her thighs. He loved touching her legs, and as he continued to do so, he maintained his stiff, hot pace. She loved the additional touching that he was supplying for her, and all the while he kept manipulating his dick ever deeper inside of her, grinding himself that much closer to the point of orgasm.
"Come on, fuck me," she sighed. "Ahhh, fuck me."
She heaved a sigh as the juices shot out of Susan's pussy. Her whole body twisted and turned as he kept up his hard, rapid-fire cock pace. He moved his cock back and forth as he glided it that much deeper inside of her nest. Pete was now pushing himself ever nearer to the point of solid impact when the hot, throbbing juices would be expelled from the end of his organ.
He slapped at her thighs a few times, then grabbed her butt, which kept on twisting methodically as she received his quick, solid, ever-so-decisive stabs.
"Ahhh, here I go," he exclaimed, tensing his body.
The juices shot wildly out of the end of his long, fiery organ. He heaved a deep sigh that seemingly would never end. It seemed that the juices would never stop flowing, since they spurted out with such overwhelming desire and conviction.
"Ohhh, baby, what a screw," he said. "Ohhh, darling, the thundering juices are spraying. It makes me feel so good all over."
Pete removed his cock from his lover's pussy. At the same point in time, she eased her body upward from the bed. She stretched out next to him, this time lying on her back.
He looked into her beautiful face. He decided how much he needed some additional enthusiastic action. As a matter-of-fact, he thought, the time was ripe to fuck her pussy once more. Only this time he was determined to be the controlling factor. He would compellingly shove his hard, energetic cock inside of her mound and fuck with every bit of force that he could generate until every drop of his orgasmic fluid had shot.
"Baby, I'm gonna play with your pussy," Pete told her.
Pete reached inside of his beautiful lover's mound. He loved stroking in her hot nest. He could feel the wetness of her pussy, and just thinking about how eager she had been when she juiced made him feel that much more desire. He was all set to ram his cock into her. He wanted to move it with flaming impact, to press and push his cock deep inside her hot, moist pit until every drop of the thick, white fluid had sprayed.
"Come on, fuck me," she sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, screw me. Come on, honey. Really screw me."
He moved his fingers a few more times inside of her mound. When he released his fingers from her snatch, he was all set to stroke with everything that he had. He looked down at his hot, aroused tool. He kept thinking about what kind of a fuck he was going to give her.
"Hang on, because I'm ready," he exclaimed.
Pete reached down with both hands. His fingers gripped at her breasts. Once more her whole body twisted and spun as he moved his fingers against her breasts.
As he quickened his pace, allowing his fingers to grab hold of her nipples, Pete propelled his cock forward. He drove it down between her legs, making dazzling contact with her pussy. Her hips wiggled and spun. He moved his dick back and forth, letting it grind superbly, working it with frantic zeal inside of her nest.
He loved the ride that she was providing for him. Pete liked the way that her dancing hips kept moving from side to side, enjoying the act of sex. His cock kept digging in hard, repeatedly tugging and grabbing at her pussy as he worked his long, flaming tool inside of her mound. He was pushing it back and forth, driving it superbly, working himself that much nearer to the moment of climax.
A few strokes later, he released his fingers from her breasts. He moved them downward toward her ass cheeks. His fingers clutched and stabbed as he kept on effectively driving them against her buttocks. All the while Pete kept up his rapid-fire efforts as he drove his cock ever so deeply inside her pussy. Hard and fast he kept up his hot, convincing stabs. He was driving himself ever nearer the point of a wild orgasm. He kept gasping, his body twisting and turning, sweat rolling down both sides of his face and from his armpits.
"Ohhh, I'm about to juice," he said. "I can't keep up this kind of pace much longer, my sweet. This is so good. Darling, ohhh, what a fuck."
He leaned forward, letting his lips slide against hers. As their lips remained solidly frozen, his' cock kept on moving, driving with surging impact as he pushed that much nearer. He was only a few jolting strokes away from the moment of climax.
A few quick, dancing cock strokes later, the sea of thick, spurting cream shot from the end of his tool. It kept on splashing, spilling with great enthusiasm as he finished his fuck.
When Pete removed his cock from his lover's pussy, Susan reached down and stroked his sweaty forehead.
"My darling, my beautiful darling," she sighed.
Pete closed his eyes for a few minutes. He drifted off to sleep briefly, after which he suddenly awakened to the twisting finger strokes that his cock received. Up and down his beautiful lover administered to him, her fingers continuing to project against his cock. She let them soothingly collide with his penis for a few more minutes, after which she then switched the action to his balls. Her fingers kept digging hard, grabbing, clutching against his testicles.
"You really know how to turn a guy on," he laughed.
"Baby, you can really suck, too. I just know you can. Just wait until you put your tongue to work. This is gonna be something, baby. Ohhh, am I ever gonna enjoy every stroke. Your tongue can do it, baby doll. It sure can."
Susan kept on working her fingers against her balls. She kept it up for a few strokes more, after which she released her fingers from his testicles. Susan then pushed her tongue downward, allowing it to go to work on Pete's balls. She worked her tongue at a scorching, uninhibited pace, and Pete knew that he was being working into a frenzy so that she could later drive her tongue up and down his .penis. She would drive it enthusiastically until every drop of his hot, white fluid had juiced.
"Oh, come on, you're gonna have to start sucking me," he sighed. "Baby doll, eat my dick."
Ever so skillfully, Susan's tongue bounced against Pete's balls. His whole body erupted every time that she made quick, decisive, surging contact.
"Come on, keep me going," he sighed. "Darling, ohhh, how nice you are. The way you wield your tongue. I love those generous movements. Baby doll, ohhh, come on and suck me. Come on, eat my dick. Go to work on my cock. Darling, ohhh, you've got to swallow every drop. You're gonna get the juices."
As his ass cheeks uninhibitedly wiggled, his lever went to work with her tongue. She began to glide her tongue up and down his long, hard dick. She worked her tongue soothingly against his balls, after which she abruptly switched to his cock. Her tongue moved with fiery rapidity as it kept on making quick, energetic contact with his penis.
"Come on, drive your tongue," he sighed. "Work your tongue. Come on, sweetheart. Ohhh, suck it off. Baby doll, ohh, suck me. Drive your tongue against my prick."
As his whole body bounced in a wave of sexual exhilaration, Pete was pushed that much nearer to orgasm. His lover worked her tongue briskly up and down, moving him that much nearer. Susan simultaneously reached down and grabbed at his balls. Her fingers kept stabbing, twisting, moving against his cock. All the while she was pushing him ever nearer to that devastating moment.
"Come on, suck me off," he gulped. "Baby, eat out my dick. Go get the juices. They're gonna spray. Yes, they're gonna shoot out of me."
A few hot, twisting tongue movements later, the first few drops of penis fluid began to shoot out of the end of his tool. His whole body kept twisting as he watched the drops of thick, white cream continue to spray out of his mammoth dick and into her mouth.
"Ohhh, suck me off," he sighed. "Come on, dear. Ohhh, you're some kind of doll.
Yes, you just know how to treat a man. You know exactly what he wants. Go get the stuff. Baby doll, ohhh, swallow it."
She removed her tongue from her lover's now-satisfied pecker. Pete lay there momentarily, catching his breath after all of the wild, sensual thrills that he had received.
"That was my kind of suck," he said. "You kept moving with everything that you had. Baby, do you ever know how to thrill me."
"I feel like a person who was just let out of prison," she confided. "I just couldn't seem to get enough."
"That was okay by me."
"Yes, we both got plenty of benefit, didn't we?"
"I should say so. Now I'm gonna have to be leaving."
"I hope you're gonna come back and see me soon."
"Hell, yes, I will."
"I'd better get your phone number. You know, it would be risky doing it any other way. Besides, I think it would be advisable in the future, or mandatory, I guess, for us to meet somewhere else. I can't take chances."
"No, that's very true. . , , , "But it's sure work taking risks, she chuckled. "I couldn't have had any more fun than I did."
CHAPTER 4
For the next several days, Susan mulled over the consequences of her actions.
At first she was ashamed of what she had done. She kept thinking about how she had thrown herself at Pete, and how she had invited him to her place. She couldn't get over it. She thought of herself as very crude. It embarrassed her to think of the fact that she would probably have to meet him sometime again. After all, there wasn't that large a community. Just maybe she would see him, and when she did, she would be as embarrassed as hell. After all, she had let herself completely go. She had fucked him in a wild, totally uninhibited manner. She had even insisted at certain points of the action on taking the initiative.
After this initial period of shame had passed, she then began to think about how much fun it had been. Her husband kept her informed as to everything he was doing by the day, but the more that she talked to him, the more that she couldn't help but resent exactly where things stood. She hated the fact that her husband was not any more receptive about her wishes. She didn't want him to be gone all the time. It bugged her. She felt that a lot of the work could have been taken care of while he was at home. He had an agent. He had a lawyer. But he was enjoying every bit of the limelight, and wanted to be along every step of the way. That was what she found unforgivable. There she was, tucked conveniently away at home, while her husband was traveling all over on business.
Susan became so resentful that she wondered if she could bring herself to engage in sex with another man again. That thought was on her mind as she drove one afternoon. She had been wandering aimlessly, driving through country roads, then driving past shopping centers. She finally came to a beer bar just a few feet away from the campus. She had heard her husband Jeffrey talk about it many times. It was a hangout for student athletes. The place was supposedly lined with pictures of a number of star athletes from the university who had imbibed there.
She pulled the car to a stop at an empty parking place by the curb. Susan got out of the car, waling into the bar.
The place looked almost completely empty. There was one tall, very husky, light-haired young man who looked about half asleep, and who was lying with his head down on the bar.
She decided she would have a beer anyway. Perhaps things would pick up, Susan thought. Pick up? She wasn't even all that sure as to why she was there. Or was she sure and afraid to admit it? Just maybe, she thought, she wanted to have a young athlete make a pass at her. She wondered how she would respond to that.
The bartender greeted her with a smile.
"What'll it be, ma'am?" he asked.
He was a young guy, no more than twenty-five. Susan recognized that he was the perfect type of person to have behind the bar at a college establishment.
"A glass of draft beer," she said.
The bartender set the glass in front of her.
"You sure do have a lot of pictures of athletes," Susan exclaimed.
"Yes, we sure do," the man said.
"It's awfully quiet in here now."
"Yes, it is. It's a perfect place for Moose to sleep," the bartender smiled, pointing toward the now-dozing, broad-shouldered, bulky young man.
"He wouldn't be Moose Hagan?" Susan asked inquisitively.
"He sure would be," the bartender nodded, pointing toward a huge autographed picture of Moose Hagan hanging on the wall.
She looked up at the picture, which showed a completely different Moose. This one had a stoutly determined look on his face as his charging body was running down the football field with the ball tucked under his arm. She knew a little something about the university football team, and Moose Hagan was a captain and ail-American. He was supposedly the best fullback that the university had ever had.
"So that's Moose Hagan," she nodded.
"Yeah, and he'll be waking up pretty soon."
"What's wrong with him?"
"Too much beer. Moose gets sleepy when he drinks beer. But he loves the stuff anyway."
Susan sipped her first beer slowly, then decided to have another. She was hoping to meet Moose Hagan, wondering just how he would respond to her.
Sure enough, as she was about halfway through her second beer, Moose suddenly began to stir. He began by moaning eyer so lightly, then shaking his head back and forth a few times. Pretty soon Moose lifted his head entirely, then looked over at her.
"Do you have the time, Miss?" he asked.
"It's a few minutes past four," she said.
"Hell, I missed my last class of the day," Moose chuckled. "I must have been sleeping longer than what I thought. Or I must have at least been in here longer than I thought. I always loose track of time when I start drinking. Then I generally fall asleep. But what the hell. That's the way it goes."
"I'm sorry you missed your class."
"What do I care. There will be others. I don't give a damn about any of these classes anyway. I'm in school to play football, and as soon as I get out, I figure on landing me a damn good pro contract."
"What are you going to do after you stop playing football, though?" Susan inquired. "That can't last forever. You've got to have some security."
"You sound like my folks," Moose laughed. "They're always telling me about the security. Well, all I'm really interested in is football. If it turns out that after I finish playing it, or after I get injured or something, then I'll have to go into some kind of coaching."
"I see. It would be nice for your own sake to get interested in something else, too."
"That's what they tell me," he laughed.
Moose yawned.
"Why don't you let me buy you a cup of coffee?" Susan suggested. "Some nice black coffee will do the trick."
"Yeah, that would be nice, but I don't want you buying it for me. Thanks all the same."
Moose slid over toward Susan's stool. He sat on the stool directly adjoining hers. He kept on looking her way, smiling at her, enjoying the conversation.
"My name is Moose, what's your name?" he finally asked.
"My name is Susan, and I know who you are. You're an excellent football player. I'm not the biggest fan in the world, but I've seen you a few times, and every time I have, you've excelled."
"Thank you. I love to hear talk like that."
It appeared to be inevitable by that point. Susan was going to go home with Moose.
"How about going up to my place?" he finally popped the inevitable question.
"I thought you'd never ask."
"You never know," he shrugged. "There have been times when I've asked girls who I thought wanted to go with me, and I'd wind up getting slapped in the face. You just can't figure these things sometimes."
"I suppose that's true. A man has to be cautious up to a point. He doesn't want to get humiliated."
"Or slapped," Moose laughed. "It isn't so much the hurt from the slap. It's what it does to you inside."
"I know what you mean."
The bartender smiled knowingly as they got up from their stools and walked toward the door.
"Have fun," he said.
"Sure thing," Moose replied.
Moose lived several blocks away in a small apartment. It was located right next to a garage. Susan thought of the irony of this top athlete living so humbly. She also thought of the contrast between the way he was living then and how he might be living within the next two years after signing a generous professional football contract.
Immediately Moose moved his large body toward the bedroom. He felt as if there was no need to engage in any preliminary conversation. It was obvious what was going to happen, and the sooner that things got started, he felt, the better for all concerned.
"Let's get into it," he grinned. "I really want to get a nice screw from you. You're quite a good-looking chick."
"Thank you," Susan smiled.
Susan watched as Moose flipped his T-shirt over his head. She observed his huge, muscular biceps and his bulging chest muscles. As he dropped his pants, then his shorts, she got her first look at his long, ever-so-awesome cock. It was the largest penis she'd ever seen. She knew what she had to do first off. Before Susan could rest, she would have to sink her tongue against his huge, massive hunk of prick flesh. She wanted to go down on Moose and listen to his gasping sounds as he lay there receiving the quick, twisting tongue stabs from her.
She immediately began to undress. Her movements were short and decisive. Just seeing Moose's cock had given her the shot in the arm that she was looking for. She knew just how badly she needed him. She wanted to plunge her tongue immediately against his cock, to drive it up and down his organ until the juices flowed from his instrument.
CHAPTER 5
The first thing that Susan felt compelled to do was to shove her tongue down toward Moose's crotch.
She watched the way that his whole body trembled with dramatic anticipation. He badly wanted to engage in some wild, unadulterated sex with her. He looked down at her, anticipating every quick, convincing movement that he knew she would soon be asserting in his direction.
"Honey, let's really do it," he said. "I really want you, baby doll. Just let yourself go. Come on, my sweet. Just pour your tongue into me."
She kept leaning forward, then slid her tongue inside of her lover's ass-hole. Her tongue twisted and slid, working its way back and forth as it manipulated inside of his anus. She loved the way that she was approaching him with her swift tongue, driving it diligently, pursuing his ass-hole with every quick, decisive stroke.
"That really is nice," he sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, suck out my ass-hole."
She kept on quickening her pace. As Susan moved her tongue relentlessly inside of Moose's ass-hole, his cock became that much more agitated. He knew that it would take no more than a few strokes before his prick would be ready to shoot its juices.
"Just keep it going," he exclaimed. "Darling, keep your tongue sliding. Come on, let it glide inside of my ass-hole. Baby doll, ohhh, really push your tongue inside me."
Her tongue glided inside of his hot ass for a few more strokes, after which she released it from her lover's ass-hole. She reached down and began to toy with his butt. She moved her fingers back and forth, continuing to direct them against his hot ass cheeks. Susan looked into his eyes. It pleased her to observe just how erotically excited he was, and how badly in need of sex he was at that moment in time.
"Come on, suck my cock," he exclaimed. "Darling, ohhh, do I ever need it."
She moved her fingers forward, allowing them to glide against his long, steaming organ. Back and forth her fingers manipulated, gliding ever so steadily against his dick. Her fingers kept pumping additional excitement into his whole body, particularly in his cock and balls, and the longer that her fingers went to work against his penis and testicles, the more enchantment that she felt. She enjoyed receiving every quick, jolting finger stab that she sent his way.
Susan put her tongue to work on his balls. She started to scrape against Moose's testicles, and as she did she moved her fingers up and down his hot, frantic tool. The longer that her fingers quickly asserted themselves against his cock, the more rapidly that her tongue twisted against his hot balls.
"You're really giving it to me," he said eagerly. "Baby, come on, keep stepping it up. Keep running your tongue against my balls. Darling, suck them. Come on. sweetie. Really suck them."
Her tongue kept on sweeping, driving several more times against his bulging balls. She liked the size of Moose's huge, almost unbelievably solid pecker. She wanted to run her tongue up and down his staff, but Susan didn't want to act prematurely either. She wanted to see to it first of all that her lover was receiving as much excitement in his testicles as possible before she began communicating with her tongue against his cock. And now there she was, ready to move forward once more, prepared to drive her tongue up and down his hard, determined dick.
"Here we go," she said. "I'm gonna suck your cock, baby. Darling, I'm so excited by you. Just wait, my sweet. I'm gonna pour every bit of excitement I can into every stabbing movement. Darling, ohhh, am I ever gonna eat your dick. I'm gonna suck it real nice."
"I can't stand any more of this pre-sucking excitement," Moose sighed loudly. "Just get into it right now, sweetie. Just look at the size of this thing."
"I am looking at the size of it. I can scarcely believe it's for real."
"Neither can I, but, then again, that's beside the point," Moose chuckled. "Come on and run your tongue against my prick. Suck it, honey. Sink your tongue against it."
As a means of enticing Susan all the more, Moose reached down with both hands, gliding his long, strong fingers up and down his instrument. He kept moving his fingers back and forth, letting them manipulate freely against his peter. As he removed his fingers finally from his cock, he readied himself for some wild action. He wanted to receive some quick, twisting tongue jolts. He wanted her to sink her tongue against his cock and pry every droplet of thick, white cream loose from his pecker.
"Come on, suck me off," he exclaimed. "Darling, eat me."
Susan moved forward with both hands, allowing her fingers to grip against his balls. As her fingers dug in sharply against his testicles, she initiated her first sucking movements against his hard, diligent spear. Moose watched with great joy and excitement as he observed the way that she was twisting her long tongue, moving it ever so rapidly up and down his peter.
"Come on, suck me off," he sighed. "Baby, ahhh, you're really into it."
His hips and ass cheeks bounced back and forth as her tongue glided against his hot dick. The quicker that her steaming movements became, the more rapidly that she circulated her fingers against his balls. She kept scraping her fingers, moving them with devastating joy, allowing them to clutch and stab repeatedly as her tongue kept whipping its way up and down his hard, solid organ.
The longer that she planted her tongue against his cock, the more familiar she became with what would turn him on. She could see that as her tongue began to circulate more rapidly than before that she was moving him ever nearer to that great pinnacle of orgasm when the sea of flowing white juices would shoot from his rod.
"Oh, suck it off," he said. "Come on, my sweet. Drive your tongue. Baby, ohhh, drive it. Keep working it quickly. Keep moving it. Come on, suck it."
His whole body twisted and swayed as her tongue worked accordingly. Her tongue kept on sweeping, moving stirringly, driving against his hard, aroused spear. His breathing became heavier with each and every stroke, and now he was being pushed that much nearer to the point of climax. His hard, diligent prick was being provided with the ultimate in sensations. He could feel the tugging stabs in his balls, those nervous, twitching feelings that always preceded orgasm. As the itch became ever more acute, he braced himself, recognizing how much closer he was drawing.
"Come on, baby, you're really doing it now," Moose encouraged. "Just slice your tongue against my cock. Baby doll, ohhh, you've got to eat it. Yes, keep going down on my prick. Keep splashing your tongue against it. I've got to go off. Baby doll, ohhh, I've got to shoot it off. The stuffs gonna spray out of me."
A few quick, decisive strokes later, he could hold back his cock juices no more. They began to spray out of the end of his peter.
As the juices kept on shooting, the thick, white semen sprayed out of the end of his dick.
"Baby, ohhh, what a suck," he sighed. "Come on, doll. Swallow every drop of it.
Yes, my love. Ohhh, you're so good with your tongue. Come on, let it race. Move it up and down."
All the while, Susan was seeking to contain his wild load of juice. It spurted out with great thickness. Back and forth her tongue kept on maneuvering, sliding against his cock as she captured every catapulting droplet of jism.
"Suck it, come on, suck it," he said. "This is great, darling. Ohhh, I just love this action. Come on, sweetheart. Yeah, catch every bit of it."
When Susan finished with the sucking, Moose nodded agreeably. He knew he had to get his thundering cock off again. He needed to provide himself with a second orgasm in rapid succession. He badly wanted to move his hard, stimulated pecker inside of her pussy. He would ram and stab with his hot staff until the droplets of thick, white semen had shot their course.
"Baby, I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you," he smiled.
He threw his arms around his lover, delivering a quick kiss to her lips. As Moose withdrew his lips suddenly from beautiful Susan's mouth, he reached down and grabbed her ankles. He held onto them so tightly that she winced with pain. It wasn't that Moose was trying to hurt her. He was a very strong man getting carried away under the circumstances.
"I've got to have you," he said. "I've got to have you right now. I'm gonna push my dick inside your pussy. I'm gonna grind with my hard cock. I'm gonna screw your snatch, fuck it nice and hard until all the juices shoot."
"Yes, darling," she nodded. "I want you to. I want you to come on strong. Come on hard and fast, darling. Just move your cock. Plant it real nice."
He moved his cock forward, driving it inside of her mound. He let it plunge into her with a certain zeal. He felt a great urgency in getting his erect cock off once more. Just looking at this beautiful woman filled him with all kinds of heated desire. He knew he just had to plunge his hard rod inside of her mound and keep on sliding his dick into her until the droplets of cream had shot from his organ.
"Baby, here we go," he exclaimed. "I'm gonna fuck your pussy. Darling, ohhh, this is gonna be so nice. I can hardly wait. Honey, ohhh, I really want to screw you."
His long, agitated cock plunged forward inside of her pussy. She could tell right from the first hot, stabbing movements just how wild a cocksman Moose was. Those first few propulsive stabs hurt, and it wasn't surprising she knew, in view of the size of his long, rigid dong. He kept on asserting himself, slamming his cock into her with brisk regularity as he pushed himself ever so relentlessly toward a brilliant climax.
"Honey, I love your tits," he exclaimed. "I just want to reach out and touch them. Yes, my love. I want to touch your hot breasts. I'm gonna move my fingers over them. I'm gonna really get excited, honey, excited over you."
He reached down with both hands and gripped at her breasts. His fingers kept moving back and forth, clutching against her hot tits as the wild, enthusiastic fucking continued. The longer that he fucked her, the closer that he drew to climax, the harder and quicker that he manipulated his fingers against her breasts. He kept tweaking against her nipples. Every now and then he would hurt her, but she didn't mind that. It was a small price to pay for all of the wild excitement she was receiving from his quick, stimulating cock stabs.
"Honey, keep on plunging your tool," she heaved a sigh. "You're gonna keep fucking me. Yeah, you're gonna keep it going until you juice. Sweetheart, ohhh, fuck my pussy. Yes, just drive your cock inside of my mound. Baby doll, ohhh, I know that a flood of juice is gonna start escaping. You won't be long, either. You're gonna do it. You're gonna fuck me. Ohhh, are you screwing me."
Her hips kept grinding and sliding back and forth as her lover kept planting his dick ever so deeply inside of her snatch. A few rapid-fire strokes later, the juices were all set to shoot out of the end of his long, steaming pecker.
"Come on, fuck it," she exclaimed. "Honey, ohhh, are you ever driving your cock."
As Moose moved ever nearer, he finally removed his fingers from his lover's breasts. He reached down and started to slap at her ass cheeks. Back and forth his hot, flaming tool continued to make its impact felt. He kept on driving his burning dick, stabbing sharply with it, rotating with great joy as he moved ever closer.
"Here we go," he sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, the stuffs gonna shoot out of me."
Moose leaned forward. As his trembling body kept on working back and forth, he pushed his lips against his lover's. While their lips met in a state of frenzied desire, Susan could feel the flaming drops of peter fluid shooting from his organ. '
His huge body kept twisting and twitching as his itchy cock and balls were once more satisfied. The flowing juices kept shooting, spraying with great enthusiasm out of the end of his cock and into her pussy.
CHAPTER 6
Moose was all set to return to some more action.
Susan could hardly believe his insatiability. Once that he got rolling, there was seemingly no way to stop the charging football player, whose determination on the football field was equalled or perhaps even surpassed by his bedroom antics.
He reached out and glided his fingers soothingly over her breasts. He kept on moving his fingers, letting them twist and turn as they made beautiful contact with her tits. He fingered her breasts for a few strokes more, then released them. By then he was all ready to plunge his cock forward, to let it grind against her hot, ready breasts.
"Baby doll, I really want you," he said. "I want you again."
He leaned forward and kissed his lover's lips. Their lips remained firmly pressed against each other for several long moments. He then released them, after which he shoved his body forward. He plunged his tool against Susan's left breast. Back and forth his hard cock twisted, asserting itself against her tit.
"Hey, that is nice," he said. "I wanted to touch your hot breasts right from the beginning. I like this. Baby doll, ahhh, this is such a good feeling."
His cock kept on making rapid-fire strides against her breast. He kept moving it back and forth, gliding it superbly and skillfully, loving each and every stab that he sent against it. He loved the feeling of his warm, hard, throbbing, dagger-like spear pushing against her tit. He kept up his rapid-fire strokes against her left breast for a little while longer, after which he released his organ and let it slide against her right breast. He moved his cock more rapidly against her right breast than he had against her left. Back and forth his cock kept on twisting and turning, manipulating skillfully against her tit.
"Honey, I'm heating up all over," she told him. "I really love these sensations, my dear. Ohhh, keep pouring it into me. Keep driving your hot prick against me. Yes, honey. Ohhh, this is nice. This is so nice. Come on, darling. Ohhh, just move your cock. Come on, just keep sliding it against me."
He smiled broadly as his hard, assertive penis kept on making quick, assertive contact with her breast. When he removed his penis from her tit, he then got ready to proceed on to the next step. He wanted to drive his cock forward, to plant it solidly inside of her mouth.
"Get ready," he gulped. "I really want to slam my cock inside you. I'm gonna fuck your mouth, darling. I'm gonna really drive it nice. My hard pecker is gonna slam inside of your mouth."
"Baby doll, I'm all for it," she said. "Let's do it, baby. Come on, doll. Ohhh, fuck my mouth. You can throat fuck me. Just don't kill me in the process. Let's have it."
"Don't worry," he smiled. "I'll be careful. I won't bury it in your throat."
"That's reassuring," Susan laughed.
Moose looked down at her with great affection. Before he commenced with his action, he reached out with both hands, running his fingers through her hair. His fingers kept slipping and sliding through her hair for several moments more, after which he then released his fingers from her hair. He was all set to launch into some wild fucking. He wanted to ram his hot, hard-driving cock inside of her mouth. He wanted to keep plunging with it, to drive it assertively inside of her until the juices bolted from the end of his pecker.
"Baby, what a beautiful fuck you are," he told her.
Moose heaved a deep sigh, then prepared to launch into the throat fucking. He moved his surging dick forward, letting it assert itself inside of her mouth. Back and forth he drilled with his cock, employing it with great desire and conviction as it worked its way inside of her. He kept on ramming hard, shoving his long, dynamic rod ever deeper into her mouth. The quicker that he plunged the deeper that he sent his hot, ready tool inside of her mouth. He kept pushing himself ever nearer to orgasm. Several times he slowed up his pace, seeking not to juice prematurely. He wanted to see to it that everything came about in just the right fashion. Moose decided to play it cool for a little bit, as a means of storing up his energy and prolonging the adventure for that much longer.
While his cock kept on making ever-affirmative strides inside of Susan's mouth, he reached down with both hands and started to glide his fingers against her buttocks. Back and forth his fingers twisted soothingly against her ass cheeks. He kept up his hot, stabbing, swiftly decisive cock stabs as he propelled his dick with fiery zeal inside of her mouth.
"What a nice mouth," he said. "Just get set, honey, because now I'm gonna start stuffing my cock deep inside your mouth. I'm gonna give it to you some more. Baby, ohhh, do I ever love this. Sweetheart, ohhh, this is good. I want to fuck you. Yes, I want to fuck your mouth. I want to give it all I've got. Baby, ohhh, this is a nice screw."
As Moose kept up his hot, throbbing pace, he drove his cock with ever-greater steadiness inside of her. Pretty soon he was romping hard with his dick, slamming it as deeply as he knew how inside of her mouth, penetrating with his cock all the way to the base of her throat.
He kept up his quick, stabbing, ever-so-effective cock thrusts. The harder and faster that he drove his lengthy spear, the deeper that he penetrated with it inside of her. His body rocked from side to side as he kept on shoving his prick forward, driving it with surging joy as he planted it ever deeper into her mouth. Now he was just about there. He could feel those wild waves of itchiness in his balls. He knew that the spurting droplets of thick, white semen would soon be shooting out of the end of his scorching cock and into his lover's mouth.
"Come on, just stay with it," he exclaimed. "The juices are gonna shoot out of me. Ohhh, darling, this is a fuck. A glorious fuck. A fuck to end all fucks. The kind of fucking a guy-likes."
A few quick, hard-charging cock stabs later, the juices began to spray out of the end of his enormous organ. They kept on spurting and shooting, dashing wildly as his whole body kept twisting and rocking. He reached down and grabbed her ass cheeks ever so tightly. As he held onto her buttocks, his heart pounded as he rocked his body back and forth, enjoying the orgasm.
"Honey, you can really bring it out of me," he said. "I sure love it, sweetheart. Yes, every bit of it. This is so nice, sweetie. Ohhh, this is my kind of fucking. Baby doll, ohhh, this is screwing. This is beautiful screwing."
The last few droplets spurted out of the end of his hard cock. As he released his dick, Moose reached down and started to massage his hard, excited spear. Back and forth his fingers manipulated. He slid them ever so rapidly, and as he kept on moving them, he could see that the excitement was developing within him once more. His fingers kept on gliding against his cock. His whole body was in a state of wild anticipation once more. He knew that again he would have to experience a beautiful fuck. He wanted to get his rocks off. He wanted to drive his cock one more time inside of the tight, receptive pussy of ever-so-willing Susan.
After he finished massaging his cock for a few more minutes, he reached down with his right hand. He started gliding with his fingers, letting them assert themselves inside of her nest. He loved touching her pussy. The longer that his fingers stroked against her mound, the more excitement that the both of them felt.
"I can feel the chemistry," he said. "It's a beautiful two-way chemistry, baby. I just love it. I'm gonna fuck you one more time. Sure thing, baby doll. I'm gonna screw your pussy. I'm gonna screw your snatch. I'm gonna keep this excitement going. Baby doll, ohhh, I really want it. I want some beautiful excitement."
"Come on, my dear," she sighed. "Just plunge your dick inside me. Work your cock real nice. Baby doll, ohhh, I want you to explode inside me. Yes, honey. Ohhh, you're gonna explode real nice."
He moved his fingers back and forth against her buttocks. He slid his fingers against them with great quickness. She could see that his cock was ready to slide inside of her hole. She would twist her hot hips, reacting to each and every forceful, convincing movement that she anticipated from him.
"You're gonna fuck me," she exclaimed. "I know you are, honey. Just get to work, baby doll. Slam your tool inside of my nest.
Honey, ohhh, I know you're gonna do it. You're gonna give me such a good screw."
He got set to plunge his prick forward. He reached down and grabbed at her thighs. As he manipulated his fingers against her thighs, he sent his hard-charging cock forward. He let it enter inside of her pussy. Back and forth he worked his cock into her nest. He slammed it with great repetition, moving it inside of her as her whole body worked back and forth, reacting to the quick, stabbing onslaught that he was sending her way.
"Come on, fuck me," she sighed impatiently. "Darling, ohhh, can you ever sting me with your cock. What a beautiful cock you have, what a nice, long cock, what a gorgeous cock. Come on, keep that gorgeous cock twisting.. Keep it plunging, my sweet. Yeah, just ram it into me. Baby doll, ohhh, hammer me with it. Darling, ohhh, fuck it."
His rapid-fire cock pace pushed her into an ever-greater tizzy. A few quick thrusts later, the juices shot from her mound. They splashed from her pussy wildly, and all the while his cock kept darting, moving ever deeper into her hot vagina.
"Ohhh, just keep it going," she gulped.
"Fuck me, sweetheart. Oh, can you screw. Are you ever a great lover."
His hammering cock made a few more rapid fire strides inside of her. He kept pushing and shoving with his dick, ramming it hard, working it explosively inside of her pussy. He now was on the verge of a brilliant climax. The thick, white cream was about set to spray out of the end of his tool and into her mound.
"Ahhh, here I go," he gulped. "Sweetheart, ohhh, it's shooting out of me. Baby, oh, what a nice fuck. What a beautiful screw."
As his body quivered wildly, the juices kept shooting out of the end of Moose's long, flaming organ. He reached down and grabbed at her tits. His fingers twisted back and forth as he held onto the firm folds of flesh. All the while the juices kept shooting.
CHAPTER 7
By the time that Susan left Moose's apartment, she was exhausted from all of the wild sex activity she'd encountered.
"I can see how you made ail-American," she smiled wearily as she put on her clothes. "You sure do have technique in bed. You just never get exhausted, baby."
"Beautiful women are a challenge to me," he smiled.
"Yes, I can see that that's definitely true," she replied.
Moose made an effort to set up a date with her the next day. She felt as if she had to beg off. It was all too clear to Susan that Moose would like to extend the relationship to a considerable extent. That bothered her. She knew that the only way that she could continue to engage in sex outside the marital bed was through keeping the affairs casual. Even though she knew Moose did not have anything in mind such as marriage, she felt that the big guy would want to get just too involved, with too many dates and too many fucking sessions. She told him that perhaps she would see him at that same beer bar in the future. He nodded disappointingly, then thanked her for the exciting sex that she had provided for him.
"You're great, the most willing gal I've ever had," he said.
The next day, she once again sank into a well of depression. She kept thinking about all that had happened to her. Now she'd had back-to-back affairs with young college men. She had found them extremely exciting, so much so that she wanted to experiment more. It really bothered her that she was in the predicament that she was. She couldn't have it known that she had the hots for young men, and wanted loads of sex from them. She was turning into a super-sexed wife whose insatiability stemmed from lack of attention and opportunity in her married life.
Two days after her romp in the hay with young Moose, an old friend came to call. It was beautiful, young Kim Tracy.
As she let Kim inside the door, Susan couldn't help but notice just how much of a lady Kim was turning into. She remembered her as the pigtailed, brace-adorned youngster in her early teens who had on occasion been hired by them to clean the house when they were gone away for periods of time. On a few occasions she had accompanied her husband on writing seminars, and on those occasions young Kim would watch the house and see that things were tidied up.
Now she wore no braces on her teeth, which were straight and fine. She exuded a beautiful smile. Her brown hair was a lovelier shade than ever, and Susan was a little startled to see just how quickly she had grown up in the better than one year since she'd seen her.
"What a pleasant surprise," she said. "Sit down, Kim. How are your folks?"
"They're just fine."
"How about your brother and sister?"
"They're fine, too. My sister got married just a few months ago."
"How nice. I really haven't seen you in such a long time. How are things with you?"
"I'm just starting my second year at the university," Kim related.
"Since you're still living close-by, I don't know why I haven't seen you more often."
"I'm sorry, but I've been so damned busy. You know, on top of going to school, I hold down a part-time job working in a lawyer's office. It keeps me as busy as hell. Then I'm involved in some sorority activities. You know how it goes when you get caught up in college life."
"I certainly do," Susan said. "I was in college once myself. Tell me, can I get you a Coke?"
"I'd rather have a cocktail if you've got some hard liquor," Kim said. Susan frowned slightly. "You're drinking?"
"Why not?" Kim laughed. "After all, I'm gonna be twenty-one next year. Remember, I'm not the little girl that you once knew. I'm now a pretty mature young woman. When I go to parties, liquor is most always served."
"I guess you're right. Forgive me for being a prude," Susan laughed as she got up and walked toward the kitchen. "You know, I still do remember you as a very young girl. Maybe that's why it's a little tough for me to make the adjustment."
"That figures, particularly since I haven't been around in a little while."
"Yes, time really does fly. I just have Vodka. I'm gonna fix a Bloody Mary for myself. I'll mix the Vodka with anything you like."
"No, a Bloody Mary would be fine."
"Good. I'll be right with you."
They had not one but several Bloody Marys, and the longer that they drank, the more the conversation loosened up. As Kim sat there on the sofa, stretched out, her lovely long legs extended, she kept on staring at Susan.
"You know, I'm what they call a real wild girl in certain respects," Kim said.
"You don't have to let your hair down that much," Susan chuckled. "Don't tell me anything you might later regret."
"No, I wouldn't regret telling you anything. I've always admired you. You're such a beautiful woman. So feminine. So intelligent. So aware."
"What brought all this on?" Susan burst into quick laughter.
"I mean it. I've always admired you. You've got such beautiful hair, such beautiful eyes. You've got a nice figure. You've really got it all together. I hope that someday I'll be just like you."
"Thank you. I don't know what to say. What's bringing all these compliments out of you? Is it the generous amount of Vodka in the glasses?"
"Not at all. As a matter-of-fact, here's what I was gonna tell you. I'm the type of girl that takes pleasure anywhere that I can find it. I mean, if I find it with a man, then fine. But usually I'm reluctant about just jumping into bed with a guy. I've got to naturally know a little something about him."
"Of course you do. That's the way you should be. Don't ever cheapen yourself."
"But I also like women. As a matter-of-fact, when I see a beautiful, sophisticated woman, I absolutely flip. I see that woman as what I'd like to be. It really impresses me, and the more impressed that I get, the more eager I become to get involved."
"You go the Lesbian routine?" Susan looked at her, shaking her head. "You poor girl. You shouldn't get into that type of involvement."
"You poor woman," Kim Tracy laughed. "You just don't understand how much fun it can be. You mean you've never actually made it with another gal? A woman as beautiful as you?"
"What does my being beautiful have to do with making it with another gal?"
"Because you're so good looking that a lot of women would be naturally attracted to you."
"Perhaps you're right. Well, I can think of some instances," Susan said, becoming uncomfortably defensive all of the sudden. "Yes, there were women who liked me. But I won't elaborate beyond that. I'll just tell you that they did like me and some of them tried to get involved sexually. They made some advances, but they never got anywhere."
"I see. I think you should let yourself go. Just relax. For one thing, I feel like taking off my clothes right now."
"Come on now," Susan gulped. "You're not gonna take them off right here."
"Why not? There are just the two of us girls here. I don't see anything wrong with that. I'll take my clothes off and just lie around nude. You've seen girls make it before. I've got the same physical equipment you have. Is there anything to get shook up about?"
"Well, it's the idea of the whole thing. You're talking about Lesbianism. And wanting to take off your clothes."
"If you're not the least bit turned on, then there's nothing for you to get worried about, is there?"
"Well, it's just the principle of the thing," Susan said hesitantly, realizing that she was getting trapped by the younger girl.
"What principle? I just feel like relaxing."
Undaunted by Susan's discouraging comments, Kim jumped up from the sofa. Susan attempted to ram in as calm as she could, but down deep the smoldering fires were precipitating within her. She kept on watching as her young friend began to remove her dress. She kept observing as young Kim pulled the dress over her head, then let it fall to the floor.
"Now I'm down to my panties and bra," Kim winked. "I'm about done stripping. Yes, I've just about got it all off of me."
Kim reached out with both hands, undoing her bra straps. She let the bra fall the the rug, then reached down and grabbed at her panties. She held onto the elastic, then began to slide the panties down her legs.
"Oh, darling, I'm gonna take it all off," Kim said, looking into Susan's eyes with admiration. "You love looking at me naked. Admit it. You do. I can see it in your eyes. I can see that look of excitement. Sure thing, sweetheart."
Susan hated to say anything. She wanted to lash out at Kim and tell her she was acting like a perfect fool, but somehow she could not bring herself to do it. Her composure was so rattled that she didn't trust herself to make any kind of an intelligent impression at all. Her whole body kept reflecting the degree of confusion that she felt. She kept sitting there, playing with her hands, moving them nervously around as she twiddled her thumbs. It was just a nervous gesture, something to hide the inner tension that she felt throughout her whole body.
"I just don't believe you," she sighed. "I don't know what you're trying to prove, Kim."
At that very moment, Susan's eyes were focused ever so intimately on her lover's pussy. She kept on watching ever so closely, observing her friends furry snatch. The longer that her eyes remained registered on her friend's pussy, the greater the amount of excitement that she could feel manifesting itself inside of her own body. She could feel the waves of thrills sweeping through her vagina. She hoped that Kim would not notice the way that her legs were suddenly twisting from side to side.
Her eyes remained hypnotically fastened on Kim's brown pubic hairs for a few more moments. She removed her eyes from Kim's pussy. She turned her head away, and at that juncture, Kim became convinced that she had her friend as excited as could be. Kim was certain at the time she decided to strip off her clothing just how she would elicit a reaction from Susan. Her instincts proved to be correct, she could see, as she kept on staring at Beautiful Susan. Susan kept turning her head away, avoiding eye contact with Kim.
"You're all shook up," Kim exclaimed. "There's no reason for you to be that way, darling. Just relax. Look at me. Honey, why don't you touch me?"
As Kim moved closer to Susan, stopping just in front of her, Susan once again turned away.
"What do you want from me, Kim?" she gulped.
"Just a little affection. You want it, honey. You know you do. Why don't you take off your clothes. Or let me take them off for you."
"I'm capable of undressing myself."
"Of course you are. I just thought it might be nice if I undressed you. But just get undressed, dear. Just lie there. Just let me enjoy you. Let me move my fingers over your beautiful body. Let me give you some beautiful sensations. How about it, my sweet? Let's do it. Let's really get into it. Let's really have ourselves some fun. I want to really let myself go. Baby, if we do that, we're both gonna feel so wonderful."
She shook her head, totally aghast over all that was happening. Susan could not dissuade this beautiful young woman. Kim apparently wanted her badly.
Susan eventually slid her body upward from the sofa. Kim's eyes widened and eventually her whole face broke out into a smile. She watched as lovely Susan reached out and began to remove her blouse. After she removed her blouse and bra, Kim nodded approvingly.
"I wanted to see your beautiful body," she said. "I wanted to see it completely naked. You can relax, darling. You're with a friend. A very good friend. A friend who admires you greatly. All you've got to do is just lie down. I'll be glad to take care of everything for you. Yes, sweetheart. I'll be glad to use my tongue on you. I want to use it, baby. I want to plant my tongue inside you. I want to enjoy you fully. You'll really love it, darling. We'll both love it."
As she continued to watch, Kim became that much more excited. She knew now that she was definitely registered impact. After all, if she hadn't made a good deal of progress, it was for certain that beautiful young Susan would not be willing to take off her clothes.
Kim kept watching as Susan reached down and unzipped her skirt. She began to twist her body back and forth as she removed it, sliding it down her legs, then off of her altogether.
As soon as Susan stepped out of her skirt, Kim instinctively reached down with her right hand, allowing her fingers to slide soothingly over her aroused pussy hairs.
She loved watching Susan, and now she was going to see her body completely naked.
"That's it dear," she encouraged. "Take off your skirt. Come on, darling. Take it off, my sweet."
Susan's heart throbbed with ever-greater anticipation as she slid the skirt down her legs, then off of her. She reached down and grabbed at her panties, tugging at them nervously, hearing the sounds of them scraping against her thighs as she moved them down her legs.
"Baby, take it all off," Kim whispered. "Darling, come on, take everything off. I want you to remove every stitch. Sweetheart, every bit of it. Darling, come on, strip your body clean."
She stepped out of her panties, then looked down at her twat. Susan could tell just how eager she was for sex. A panting Kim moved toward her.
"Just stretch out on the rug," Kim whispered confidently. "Just lie there on your back, dear. That's all you need to do. I'll take care of you. You're nervous about this whole thing. You needn't be. I'm just gonna tend to your needs. Your sexual needs. You're horny and you know it."
Susan wasn't about to dispute her. She recognized that Kim was perceptive enough to pick up on her mood.
CHAPTER 8
Susan stretched out on her back. She was still a little fearful about what she was getting involved in, but the fear was gradually giving way to unbridled joy and desire. She wanted to find out just what it would be like to have a beautiful young girl like Kim make love to her.
Kim moved her body downward, sliding it on top of Susan's. She pushed her breasts downward toward Susan's. As their breasts began to make contact with each other, Susan kept twisting her hips, reacting to Kim's breast assault. She loved the quick, decisive friction that was taking place between them. Already Susan was being propelled into a state of great excitement.
"That feels good," Susan sighed. "I just love the way you're moving your breasts, darling. Ohhh, baby, I do love it."
"I knew you would."
Kim decided to follow up on her advantage to the fullest. She kept on twisting her body, moving her breasts with rapid decisiveness against those of her lover. She released her breasts from her lover's, then reached down with her right hand. She slid her fingers back and forth as they made contact with Susan's snatch. Kim watched closely, observing every reaction on the part of Susan. Susan's body kept twisting, sliding from side to side as she reacted to the hot, twisting finger strokes that the other girl provided.
"I really like that," Susan nodded. "Darling, ohhh, you're exciting me with your finger movements. That feels so good. Ahhh, darling, baby doll, it feels wonderful. Come on, keep fingering me."
She kept on gliding her fingers back and forth. A few quick, captivating movements later, Kim released her fingers from her lover's pussy. She reached down and grabbed her thighs, stroking against them firmly. She dropped her head down between Susan's legs. Her tongue began to stroke Susan's left thigh. Up and down she registered her tongue, allowing it to sweep against her thigh.
"Ohhh, that tickles like hell," Susan sighed. "That really does feel good. Darling, you know how to excite me. Your tongue really works beautifully. Come on, doll. Keep it grinding. You're so right. I needed this kind of action. Baby, ahhh, I needed it so badly. I really needed it from you."
The longer that she kept up her movements, the quicker that Kim asserted herself. Up and down her tongue kept sweeping, driving against her thigh. She released her tongue from one thigh, then began to put it to work against the other. Her tongue kept on twisting, flipping wildly as it worked its way against Susan's thighs.
As the trail of saliva increased, Kim felt the burning desires accelerating within her whole body. She knew just how badly she needed to put her tongue to work. She wanted to plant it with great desire inside of her lover's snatch. She wanted to give Susan a suck that she would never forget.
Kim pushed her tongue forward toward Susan's ass-hole. Susan knew instinctively just what Kim was going to do. She twisted her ass cheeks from side to side, getting set to react to the blazing tongue movements of her lover.
"Come on, eat out my ass-hole," Susan exclaimed. "Baby, just drive your tongue. Stroke real nice. Come on, eat out my ass-hole. Move your tongue. Darling, ohh, suck it. Suck my ass. My hot ass wants it, baby. Your tongue can provide it. Oh, give me that sensation. Give me that beautiful sensation."
Kim's tongue went to work, driving back and forth, whipping frantically as it made its impact felt inside of Susan's anus. Susan's whole body kept on twisting, manipulating back and forth as her lover kept on sending her tongue inside of her. Ever so convincingly her tongue kept on maintaining rapid contact. Back and forth it zealously manipulated, sliding inside of her anus.
"Oh, twist your tongue," Susan said.
"Just move it, darling. Ohhh, come on, my dear. Baby, keep sucking me."
A few hot, decisive tongue strokes later, Kim released her tongue from Susan's ass-hole. She looked down at Susan's pussy, then let the fingers of her right hand move soothingly against her snatch. She stroked back and forth, loving every hot, tugging sensation that she provided for her lover.
"Ohhh, darling," Susan said, "you're gonna have to start tonguing my mound. Baby doll, ohhh, come on and stroke my pussy. Yes, suck out my mound. Suck my hot snatch. Drive your tongue, my sweet. Oh, push your tongue around inside of me. Drive it into my nest."
As Susan's hips wiggled back and forth, her attentive lover released her fingers from her mound. She liked the fact that Susan was nice and moist, and all it would take would be a few strokes before Susan would be pushed to the verge of an orgasm. So her lover was all set to dig in with her tongue, prepared to grind it back and forth inside of her pussy.
"Come on, suck my snatch," Susan exclaimed. "Baby doll, ohhh, you were so right about all this. You said it was important for us. You were so right. Suck me."
Kim reached out and glided her fingers soothingly over Susan's buttocks. She stroked softly against the orbs of flesh, then pushed her tongue down between Susan's legs. Her tongue went to work soothingly, and in the beginning Kim was determined not to manipulate it too rapidly. She wanted to let things develop on a gradual level, and so she kept on sliding her tongue, working it back and forth, manipulating it steadily inside of Susan's snatch.
"Baby, eat out my box," Susan exclaimed. "Honey, just work your tongue. Come on, my sweet. Ohhh, eat out my pussy. Suck my snatch, baby. Yes, grind your tongue inside me. Darling, ohhh, I want you to grind it. Move it real nice."
Her tongue worked with a dynamic electricity. It kept on twisting and turning, manipulating with ever-greater speed inside of Susan's nest. Her tongue kept on picking up speed, and the quicker that she asserted herself, the deeper that she pushed and pressed her tongue inside of her lover's mound.
"Come on, keep working it," Susan said. "You're working me closer, baby. Ohhh, I love your tongue movements. I love the friction, my sweet."
As Susan's body began to react even ore sharply than before, she pushed her hips and ass cheeks upward as she reacted to the quick, captivating tongue stabs. She kept on working her tongue, driving it with great desire, manipulating swiftly with it as she stroked her lover ever nearer to the splendid moment of orgasm.
"Ohhh, suck my pussy," Susan kept gasping. "Just drive your tongue, sweetheart. Ohhh, I'm moving so close. Baby doll, ohhh, suck it. Suck my snatch. Baby, ohhh, you're doing so well with your tongue. Come on, keep stroking. Ahhh, ohhh, I'm gonna have to shoot."
As Kim relentlessly pulled out all stops, planting her tongue as deeply as she knew how inside her lover's box, she reached down with both hands and slapped at Susan's buttocks. She loved the scraping contact of her fingers against Susan's buttocks. All the while her twisting tongue kept on working, driving spectacularly, planting itself inside of her lover's hot nest.
"Ahhh, suck me," she sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, keep it up."
Susan reached out and ran her fingers up and down her lover's back. She gulped hard, gasping loudly as the spraying droplets of juice shot from her pussy and into her lover's mouth.
"Oh, suck me," Susan exclaimed. "Darling, ohhh, what a pussy licker you are."
Kim removed her tongue from Susan's mound for a few moments. She licked her lips several times, then looked down once again at Susan's wet, inviting twat. She reached down and played with her pussy hairs for a few strokes. She loved touching the hot, moist hairs, and eventually she let her fingers push their way inside of her pink slit.
"I want to give you some more of that kind of action," Kim grinned.
"Yeah, I'm waiting for it," Susan sighed. "Darling, I love your crisp movements, there's just no way for you to get enough. You're so eager for action."
"Yes, I am. Let's get into some more. Baby doll, ohhh, do I ever want it from you."
Once again Kim moved her tongue forward. She planted it back and forth, working it at a swift, decisive pace inside of her hot snatch. Susan was even more aroused in some respects this time than she had been during the first suck. For one thing, Susan now found herself getting completely acclimated to the kind of excitement that Kim was providing. At first she had been somewhat psyched out by the prospect of having sex with another woman, but that was no longer of any consequence. That was a thing of the past. She now was in a position to enjoy every quick, tugging stroke that Kim provided with her tongue.
"Keep busy with your tongue," Susan exclaimed. "Darling, ohhh, stroke me. You're pushing me so close. Darling, I'm moving close again. The juices are really gonna shoot. They're gonna spill from my pussy so keep sucking me. Come on, baby. Grind your tongue. Ohhh, work with it. Work it real nice. Sweetheart, ohhh, keep it going. Come on, tongue my pussy. Ohhh, keep up the tonguing action. Darling, ohhh, suck me. Yes, sweetheart. Suck my snatch. Come on, tug with your hot tongue."
As Susan's body bounced up and down, she kicked back and forth with her legs, reacting enjoyably to the quick, decisive, confident strokes that Kim continued to supply.
A few quick, jolting strokes later, the juices once more began to spray from
Susan's pussy. They splashed out of her mound and into Kim's mouth.
"Oh, baby, Susan gasped, "you've got me there again. What a lover you are. What a beautiful, knowledgeable lover."
CHAPTER 9
After Susan had been sucked to climax by Kim, she began to desire her beautiful young friend in other ways, in ways she never would have anticipated desiring her in the past.
Susan wanted to get the hang of making it with another woman. Making it in a way she would be in the giving rather than receiving position.
"Darling, I want to do things to you," she told her bluntly.
"That'll be swell, baby. Let's get ourselves into high gear right away. I want you to give me some satisfaction. Let's start screwing. Let's really have ourselves some wild fun."
"You'd better believe we will."
Susan reached out with her left hand and began to manipulate her fingers inside of her lover's pussy. She kept on gliding her fingers ever so soothingly inside of Kim's nest. The quicker that her fingers rotated inside of Kim's pussy, the greater the flow of excitement that generated within Susan. She could see that she was empathically responding to the other girl. She was warming up to female lovemaking. She wanted to dish it out as well as receive it.
"You can go down on me," Kim sighed. "As a matter-of-fact, my dear, you're gonna enjoy those movements. You're gonna get your tongue rolling. Baby doll, ahhh, you're gonna suck my pussy. Before that you're gonna suck my ass."
"You've got it all prearranged," Susan laughed.
"I know what you want. Maybe I know it before you even know it."
"You knew it before I did before," she nodded. "After all, I was convinced that I didn't really want to make it with another woman. But I sure went ahead and did it, didn't I?"
"You certainly did."
Susan moved her tongue downward toward Kim's lovely thighs. She let her tongue stroke against Kim's left thigh. Back and forth her tongue twisted with great desire. She moved it ever so slowly at first, but the longer she kept up her movements, the quicker that her pace suddenly became. She moved her tongue back and forth, gliding it with skill and desire as it worked against her thigh.
"I love that," she exclaimed. "That really is nice, dear. You have a nice tongue. You really know how to work it."
Susan released her tongue from Kim's lef thigh. She let it go to work against Kim's right thigh. She manipulated her tongue in the very same way, driving it with great determination as she kept on pushing and sliding it.
"This is so nice," Kim nodded. "You know just how to excite me."
"Would you like me to finger your pussy while I'm sucking your ass hole?" Susan asked.
"You really are learning fast," Kim laughed. "Okay, I guess we can get into it. I want you to run your tongue inside of my ass hole. Sweetheart, you've got a beautiful tongue. You've got a nice tongue. You know how to keep it going. Baby doll, come on, sweetie. Press your tongue inside my ass hole."
Susan watched as her lover Kim twisted her thighs back and forth. She reached out and grabbed her ass cheeks. Her fingers kept on flowing smoothly, working back and forth against Kim's buttocks. As she held on tightly, Susan shoved her tongue up between her hot buns. She liked the way that Kim rotated her hips. She wanted to receive the quick, jolting stabs from Susan. She was getting all charged up, preparing to receive the rapid-fire tongue thrusts.
"Come on, really drive your tongue," Kim explained. "Come on, dear. Suck me."
Susan pushed her tongue forward, letting it manipulate for the first time inside of her lover's anus. As she worked her tongue back and forth, she slid her left hand inside of Kim's slit. Her fingers kept on operating with great desire. She enjoyed pushing Kim into a state of great erotic ecstasy.
"Come on, keep your burning tongue moving," Kim exclaimed. "Darling, I love the way you're stroking me. Come on, honey. Ohhh, work your tongue. Push it inside of my ass."
Ever so fervently, Susan kept up her stabbing pace. Her heart kept pounding in a crescendo of great joy and excitation as she worked it inside of her lover's hot ass. She kept on manipulating her fingers inside of her hot mound while the tongue probing inside of her ass continued. The quicker that her tongue manipulated and swished around inside of her anus, the more excitement that was registered within Susan. She was happy to be in the position of ass sucking Kim, and she knew that very soon she would be switching her activities to Kim's mound. She would be pressing her tongue back and forth inside of her nest until the juices flowed.
"Baby, just keep your tongue moving," Kim sighed. "Come on, darling. Ohhh, just work your tongue. Susan baby, you're so good."
Susan manipulated her tongue for a few more strokes inside of her lover's ass hole. She then abruptly released her tongue, letting it go to work on Kim's pussy. She played with her vagina for a few more moments, then released her fingers from it. She was all set to probe with her tongue, to glide it ever so resolutely inside of her lover's snatch. She would work her tongue with great desire until the juices shot from Kim's pussy. She could tell from the way that Kim's body was twisting, just how much she needed to be satisfied. She wanted to drive Kim to the same depths of passionate excitement that she occupied only a few minutes earlier.
"Come on, stroke me," Kim gulped. "Just run your tongue inside my mound. Come on, sweetheart, suck my pussy."
Susan pushed her tongue forward. She reached out and grabbed at her buttocks. Her tongue twisted from side to side. As she manipulated it with great skill and desire, Kim's whole body went to work with great speed. Her body kept on swaying as she received the hot, steady, ever-jolting tongue stabs inside of her moist nest. At first Susan felt a little strange sucking another woman, but the longer that she kept up her quick, decisive tongue strokes, the greater the amount of excitement that rippled through her lover's body. In addition, Susan was really picking up the knack. She knew just how to excite Kim in the most obvious possible fashion. She would work her tongue skillfully and eagerly back and forth several times, after which she would then abruptly slow up the pace. She kept on speeding up and then alternately slowing do vvn, and all the while Kim continued to beg for more, enjoying the swift, tugging, ever-so-decisive tongue movements that were addressed to her.
"Baby, you really know how to stroke me," Kim sighed. "Come on, sweetie. This is so good. Suck my pussy. Darling, ohhh, I just love the way you suck me."
Her tongue kept moving back and forth, driving ever so deeply inside of her lover's mound. As Kim continued to lie there, panting, Susan reached out and grabbed at her buttocks. She wanted to hold on until the juices flowed from Kim's slit.
"Baby, I'm gonna shoot," Kim sighed joyously. "The stuffs gonna shoot out of me. Baby, ohhh, here it goes. Darling, ohhh, it's gonna spray."
Kim heaved a deep sigh. The juices shot from her pussy and into her lover's mouth. Her hips bounced back and forth as the juices flowed. She released her tongue from Kim's box.
"Darling, that was really nice," Kim nodded happily.
Kim jumped up quickly from the rug. She walked over toward her purse, reaching inside of it. She pulled out a shiny white plastic vibrator, which was shaped just like a penis. Kim wanted to excite Susan in exchange for all that Susan had provided for her in the way of excitement. She wanted to flip on the vibrator, then run the tip of it inside of Susan's snatch.
"Just get ready," Kim said. "I'm really gonna excite you, sweetheart. You're gonna get some exciting movements. Baby, this vibrator is gonna turn you on."
"I've never had anybody stick a vibrator in me before," Susan conceded.
"Maybe not, but you're gonna have it happen now. You just wait, my dear. This is gonna be nice."
Susan lay stretched out on her back. Her buttocks twitched a little in nervous anticipation as her lover Kim flipped on the vibrator. She heard the buzzing sound, then prepared for her lover's onslaught. Her lover pushed the vibrator down between Susan's now trembling legs. Susan was getting ready to receive the industrious, jolting stabs from the tip of the hot vibrator.
"Baby, I'm gonna stick it in you," Kim smiled. "I'm gonna shove it up your cunt."
"That'll be swell, baby doll. Oh, plant the thing inside me. Really excite me, darling. Ohhh, I want to feel those exciting movements."
She shoved the vibrator forward, letting it manipulate inside of Susan's pussy. Back and forth the vibrator kept on twisting, working its way inside of Susan's mound. Susan's whole body came alive once again under the steady, flowing impulses of the vibrator as it kept on stabbing inside of her.
"I'll bet you love that," Kim exclaimed.
"Yes, keep shoving it. Ohhh, I'm headed toward a quick orgasm."
"Naturally. That's what happens when a vibrator is shoved inside a hot pussy."
"Yes, I can see that it is. So keep it moving, my dear. Ohhh, baby doll. Come on, shove it in my mound. Baby doll, oh, push it inside me."
Susan's hips kept on twisting, moving back and forth as her lover kept shoving the vibrator ever deeper inside of her hot, twisting twat. A few quick, jolting strokes later, the juices began to spray from her pussy. Her whole body was alive with excitement and as the juices flowed, Susan felt a great ecstasy.
"I love this," Susan said.
When it was all over, Kim handed Susan the vibrator. Susan held it in her hand, listening to the now-familiar buzzing sound. Without Kim even having to say anything, Susan knew precisely what she wanted.
Kim lay there on the rug, extending her legs. Susan watched with interest and fascination as Kim reached down and began to toy with her pussy. Her fingers kept stroking back and forth as she began to prepare for the swift, impactful stabs of the hot vibrator.
"Come on, shove it inside me," Kim swooned. "I want you to push it inside my pussy, baby. Ohhh, I really want to feel those sensations. Baby doll, you know how to excite me. That vibrator can do it. You can shove it into my snatch. Ahhh, I'm really looking forward to it. Come on, sweetheart. Yes, drive it inside my pussy."
As Kim released her fingers from her mound, Susan shoved the vibrator forward. She glided it inside of Kim's pussy. Back and forth she manipulated with the vibrator, driving it in all the way. It made Susan feel good to know that she was no providing her lover with such adventurous excitement.
"Ohhh, keep it all going," Kim exclaimed. "Baby doll, ohhh, I've got to shoot."
Susan kept watching her lover's twisting, turning body as she slid the vibrator deep inside her. Back and forth she kept stabbing and plunging. She kept it up for a few more strokes, after which the juices splashed from her mound. Her whole body twitched and twisted as Susan watched the juices escape from Kim's organ.
"How nice," Kim exclaimed. "Baby, you really gave me some nice movement."
Kim took the vibrator back from Susan. She decided that she would get Susan to orgasm one more time.
Susan's lover shoved the vibrator inside her pussy. This time Susan's body twisted even more sharply than it had on the other occasion. She was excited galore by each and every hot, determined stab. Her whole body was alive with ecstasy and desire as the stiff, decisive probing continued.
"I love this," Kim sighed. "Come on, honey. Just keep on moving your hips around. I'm gonna drive this inside your cunt. I'm gonna make you juice again, baby doll."
Susan nodded. Her hips swung back and forth. A few moments later, the juices shot from her pussy. Her lover withdrew the tip of the vibrator from her mound.
"That's so nice," Kim exclaimed. "We've given each other quite a bit of action."
"That vibrator of yours is too much," Susan shook her head.
"Of course it is, sweetheart. And you're too much, too."
With that Kim threw her arms around Susan. They embraced for a long period of time.
CHAPTER 10
At long last, Jeffrey Gibbs finally returned home.
The night after Susan had had sex with Kim, she received a call from him.
"You can pick me up at one-thirty tomorrow afternoon at the airport," he told her. "I'm sure tired. Damned, all these negotiations."
"How did it go?"
"I'm exhausted, just like I said, but it was worth it. I've negotiated a contract for the movie rights. I'm gonna do the screenplay. And I'm gonna get even more than what I'd thought."
"That sounds like the trip was an astounding success," Susan said.
"Yes, it was. I'll tell you so much more about it tomorrow. But right now I'm so exhausted I've just got to get to bed."
"So I'll be seeing you."
"Sure thing."
Susan picked her husband up at the airport the following afternoon. He was a little tired, so he made a suggestion.
"Why don't we stop at that bar just down the street," he said.
"You want something to drink?"
"Might perk me up a little. I'm still pretty tired."
"All right."
"I'll say one thing, though. Maybe I look tired and maybe I feel it, but you look fantastic."
"Thank you," Susan acknowledged with a smile.
They had several Martinis at the bar, and Susan noticed that she was holding up much better under them than her husband Jeffrey. The more that Jeffrey had to drink, the sillier and more carefree he became. Actually, though, she was kind of happy that he was feeling that way. It made her feel as if he was at least loosening up. It had been such a long period of time since she had seen her husband last let himself go. Susan had liked the old days when he had been able to just ease himself into any kind of sex. There were times when he could ease himself into just about anything. But those times had unfortunately passed. Maybe they would return, Susan hoped. If they did, then she perhaps would no longer have to go out and get her sex instincts satisfied in other ways and through other people.
After four Martinis, Jeffrey was ready to go home.
As they arrived home, Jeffrey took his wife in his arms and kissed her boldly. That made Susan feel good. Just maybe, she thought, he was going to turn affectionate again. If there was one thing she wanted, it was to have the old Jeffrey back, the man who spent so much time with her and was always so eager to make love. Even though he was a wealthy man, whereas before he had been receiving nothing more than a professor's salary, a comfortable living and nothing beyond, she liked the old days better. But maybe the new days would be more promising now.
"Let's go into the bedroom," he whispered.
"You mean it?"
"Of course. Why would you doubt me."
"It's just that I can hardly believe it after so long."
"I'm sorry, baby. It has been a little while. Well, I'm all ready for you. I've been thinking about you, and now I'm all set. We're gonna enjoy it, sweetheart. We're gonna have some fun in bed."
They walked into the bedroom, after which they began to strip off their clothes. Even though Jeffrey had talked boldly in the other room, Susan noticed that he seemed fearful as he began to remove his clothes. That bothered her. She had hoped that he would be in a good confident frame of mind.
Susan finished stripping first, after which she stretched out in the middle of the bed. As she lay there, she watched her husband continue to undress. When he removed his shorts, she saw the reason for his embarrassment. His cock was limp. He had wanted badly to perform, but he did not seem to be up to it.
"Just bear with me," he gulped defensively. "Everything's gonna be all right, my sweet."
"Of course, darling," Susan smiled. "You just have to relax a little. I think it's nothing more than a tension thing. That and not having had sex for a while."
"I'm sure you're right," he nodded. "Sure, we'll get over it."
In hoped of immediately proving his point, he reached out and threw his arms around his wife. Jeffrey glided his lips against Susan's. He let them remain pressed against her lips for several long moments, after which he released them.
"Baby, I've got to have you," he said. "You've got such a beautiful body, honey. You're such a gorgeous wife. You're an asset to any man's life. You really are. You're so damned gorgeous."
She pushed her tongue forward, letting it manipulate for the first time inside of her lover's mouth. Back and forth the tongues connected. They were both hopeful that through the vigorous tongue action that they would feel great waves of excitement throughout their bodies.
After Susan released her tongue from her husband's mouth, she reached down with both hands. She started to glide her fingers ever so soothingly against her husband's penis. She wanted to get him as excited as she could. If she could just keep moving her fingers back and forth, she thought, she could get him up to full strength. It was her fervent desire to go all the way with Jeffrey, to do it from every angle and in every conceivable respect. If she could just engage him in one wild sex escapade, Susan concluded, then everything would correspondingly pick up. She wanted badly to fuck him in a sea of wild, exhilaration passions. If she could just enjoy herself to the fullest with Jeffrey, then perhaps she wouldn't have to be taking all those dangerous risks anymore. She did not want to run any more such risks. She wanted her husband back, but the husband of old, the husband who was as daring as any man could be in bed. The man who would give her every bit as much as she could possibly ask for.
Her fingers kept stabbing and rotating against his penis. Back and forth she kept on gliding them, hoping to get him as aroused as possible. But no matter how hard she tried, her activities were unsuccessful. She could not seem to get his cock up to full length.
She removed her fingers finally from his dick, after which she decided that she would slip her tongue against his cock. She drove her tongue suddenly forward, gliding it against his testicles. In the past that formula had worked. She had managed to get his cock functioning through sucking his balls. She remembered a few other occasions lately when he also had a little trouble getting it up. She had done her best to help him. Susan remembered one tragic experience in which her husband had burst into tears, apologizing mournfully over the fact that he just couldn't get his cock up to full length. On that occasion he had reconciled himself to sucking her pussy. She had told him that he needn't feel embarrassed about what happened, but it was hard for him to accept what she was saying, despite the fact they were meant to be comforting remarks. He had wanted to deliver, and had failed to do so.
Susan's tongue kept on dramatically sweeping, slipping and sliding back and forth as she worked her tongue against his balls.
"Keep it moving," he sighed. "Darling, come on, keep swinging your tongue against my balls. Oh, you've got to get me off. You've just got to. Baby, ohhh, sweetheart, I thank you for the way you're working your tongue. You're doing the best you can. I appreciate it. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it."
As Susan's tongue kept faithfully sweeping against Jeffrey's testicles, she reached out with both hands and started to glide her fingers over the tip of his still-limp cock. Back and forth she moved her fingers, letting them project against his cock. All the while she was doing her best to push his cock up to full strength. As her fingers kept on pressing and plunging, his body began to wiggle. He could begin to feel some life in his testicles, and that made Jeffrey feel a lot better. He was encouraged over what was happening, and he was begging his wife to continue to provide him with those meaningful sensations.
"Come on, you can work your tongue even faster," Jeffrey sighed. "Just move your tongue over my balls. Baby, come on, twist your tongue. Slide it real nice. Press it against my balls, honey. Oh, honey, come on, faster. Yes, do it even faster. I need it so bad. Baby, ohhh, I need those sensations. You can give them to me. You can do it."
Her tongue kept working with ever greater consistency and speed as it repetitiously plunged against his balls. The faster that her tongue worked against Jeffrey's testicles, the more life that began to surface in his cock. The more life that surfaced, the more rapidly that she twisted and turned her fingers as they swept captivatingly up and down the full length of his dick.
Susan liked the way that things were developing, the way that his cock was expanding, and her fingers kept on with their rapid, purposeful strides.
"Honey, I think we're gonna do it," Jeffrey said with great excitement. "Just keep sweeping your tongue. Come on, move it against my balls. I love this so much. Darling, you're really exciting me. Ohhh, this is so good. Baby, suck me. Come on, suck me off, suck, suck."
His wife's sweeping tongue continued to maintain its swift, effective contact with his balls. All the while, her fingers worked up and down his now aroused instrument. The sea of excitement was building within his cock and balls.
"Baby, you've really got me now," he smiled. "Now I'm feeling much better.
Come on, dear, keep me going."
Her tongue moved at the quickest possible pace. It kept twisting, turning, moving relentlessly as it scraped against his balls. And all the while her fingers moved surgingly up and down his long, hard prong. He was being pushed ever nearer to the point of a wild climax.
She removed her tongue finally from his balls, then released her fingers from his cock. It made her feel as if she had accomplished something great to recognize that she had brought her husband up. Now all she had to do was finish the job, to go down on him, to plunge her tongue against his now scorching penis until the sea of thick, white cream had shot from the end of his tool.
Susan wanted to make certain that he stayed up, so her fingers kept driving up and down his cock, continuing to massage it. While she pressed with her fingers, he nodded eagerly.
"That's it, darling," he gasped loudly. "Keep moving your fingers over my prick. That'll get me even more excited. I want to get more excited, baby doll. And the more excited I get, the better fuck I'll give you. Just you wait, sweetheart, I'll really give you a glorious fuck. So keep your fingers moving. Give me plenty of sensations over my prick."
Susan was eager to please her husband, so she kept her fingers moving resolutely over his hot rod, giving him every sensation possible.
CHAPTER 11
Susan moved to the fore, pleased over the fact that she had injected some life into husband Jeffrey's cock.
"How about sucking your ass-hole?" she asked smilingly. "My dear, it's been so long since I've seen you. I want to give you all I've got. I want you to enjoy yourself."
"That would be wonderful," he smiled. "Just get your tongue working, darling. Ohhh, plunge it into my ass-hole. I want to feel those wild sensations."
She pushed her tongue forward, driving it immediately inside of her husband's anus. As her tongue twisted, she reflected on all of the sex that she had had in her husband's absence. It made her feel guilty to think about all those occasions when she had screwed with the other people. She felt guilty. After all, he was a loyal, dedicated husband, and he was not the kind of man who would play around behind her back. She was hoping that if she could just demonstrate plenty of dedication toward him, that everything would pick up and fall back into place. She wanted badly to enjoy sex with him on a regular basis.
"Come on, suck me," he said. "Just keep your tongue moving, darling. Ohhh, baby doll. Suck me, work your tongue. Darling, work it inside my hot ass-hole. Grind it real nice, sweetheart."
He wildly enjoyed her throbbing tongue as it twist and slid inside of his ass-hole. The more rapidly that Susan glided her tongue, the deeper that she probed it inside of his hot ass. Her tongue kept on sliding, driving with thoroughness and speed as it worked repetitiously inside of Jeffrey's anus.
"That is nice," he said. "Honey, you really know how to get through to me. Your tongue is so beautiful. Just keep twisting it. Oh, baby doll. I love these sucking movements. Come on, sweetheart. Ohhh, keep your tongue pushing. Keep probing it inside of my hot ass. This feels so nice. Yes, my dear. Ohhh, it feels good."
Jeffrey received a few more hot ass-hole stabs, after which Susan then removed her tongue from his anus. She slipped her tongue forward, letting it go to work against his balls. Her tongue stroked as quickly as it knew how, pushing and plunging against his testicles wildly.
"Ohhh, suck me," he sighed. "That's so nice, darling."
While her tongue kept on driving against his balls, Susan reached out with both hands and played with Jeffrey's pecker. Her fingers kept on sweeping, driving against his cock. A few strokes later, she released her fingers from his dick and her tongue from his balls. She was then ready to go with her tongue again. She wanted to probe and drive with it, allow it to slide against his hot, fiery rod. She wanted to tongue his long, now recently aroused cock until all of the juices had spurted from the end of it.
She made her move abruptly. She took
Jeffrey by surprise. He had been expecting a little more ball sucking. There she was, head bobbing, confidently driving her tongue up and down the full length of his long, agitated spear.
"Ohhh, just suck me off," he exclaimed. "Come on, sweetheart. You're really good. Oh, can you ever excite a man."
Up and down her tongue kept sweeping, and all the while she played with his testicles. As her fingers continued to spin and slide against, his hot balls, he moved that much nearer to the wild throes of climax. His whole body was jarred, and as he kept twisting his hips and legs, the juices were preparing to spray from the end of his solid, aroused instrument.
"Come on, dear," he sighed. "Just a few more of these hot strokes. You're really gliding your tongue beautifully. You're gonna have me off. Yes, ahhh, the stuffs gonna spray. It's gonna shoot. You're gonna love it. Honey, ohhh, here I go."
As Susan braced herself, she felt the first few droplets of thick, white sperm that shot out of the end of her husband's rod. Her fingers fondled his testicles one more time as the flowing juices shot from him and into her mouth.
"Ohhh, you were so good," he said.
As Susan released her tongue from his cock after swallowing the last few drops of orgasmic fluid, she wanted some more sex from him. As a matter-of-fact, her pussy was dying to receive his hot, stabbing jolts. She wanted him to let himself go, to make up for the lost time of the last few weeks, to send his hard, stabbing, erect phallus into her snatch until all of the juices had shot.
As she looked down at his cock, her heart sank. She could see that it had once more gone limp. It appeared that Jeffrey had pushed himself to the limit in getting off his juices inside of her mouth. Now it was all over. He had nothing more to contribute to her, at least from the standpoint of his hard, bulging cock.
"Baby, that was wonderful," he smiled nervously. "And I'm sorry it's not up now. I guess it's probably the booze. That and the fact I'm so tired. It's so rough."
"I know it is, darling," Susan said, trying not to show the disappointment that she actually felt.
Susan stretched out on the bed. She lay there on her back, and as she did, Jeffrey propelled his body toward her.
If there was one thing that Jeffrey was intent upon doing, even if his cock could not be standing as tall as he would have liked, it was to satisfy his lover in some way. He wanted to exercise his tongue inside of Susan's joy hole. If he could do that, he thought, then perhaps he would be making up at least in some measure for what he had failed to do in another vein.
"Honey, I want to play with your pussy," he said.
He reached down with his right hand, allowing his fingers to slide inside of her snatch. His fingers kept on manipulating, grinding back and forth, working their way inside of Susan's pussy. Susan was at least impressed by the way that Jeffrey could wield his fingers. The longer that he effectively manipulated them inside of her love pit, the more excitement that surfaced throughout her whole body. She recognized, though, that what she was getting was really no more than a consolation prize. She really wanted her husband Jeffrey's long, throbbing pecker sticking inside of her mound. But even if she couldn't get that, she would at least get his tongue.
Jeffrey's fingers kept on superbly maneuvering, sliding back and forth as they made great strides inside of her snatch. A few quick strokes later, Jeffrey removed his fingers from her organ. He pushed his tongue forward, letting it drive toward her ass-hole. In a matter of seconds he was sliding his tongue back and forth, moving it ever so slowly but securely as it projected inside of her ass-hole.
"Suck my ass," she sighed. "Come on, my sweet. Just keep your tongue moving. Probe it, baby doll. Ohhh, darling, keep your tongue going. Oh, baby. Come on, move your tongue smoothly."
His tongue kept on wiggling and sliding, maintaining steady contact with her anus. Susan was overjoyed at the prospect of being excited in this manner by his tongue strokes. All the while, Jeffrey was trying to cover up the fact in his own mind that he had not been able to produce in quite the manner he would have liked. He was hoping to compensate with a hot, driving tongue assault on first Susan's ass-hole, then her cunt.
His tongue kept working back and forth ever so sharply as it kept penetrating ever deeper inside of his lover's pussy. He moved it back and forth a few more times, then abruptly removed it from her ass-hole.
"I'm gonna suck your snatch now," he sighed. "Baby, you're ready for it, I know you are."
"Yes, I am, sweetheart."
He moved his right hand forward, sliding his fingers inside of her pussy. He kept on manipulating his fingers with sharp impact against her moist mound. All the while, he was preparing to push his tongue inside of her nest, to drive it with scorching passion until the juices had shot from her mound.
"Come on, sweetheart," she sighed. "Baby, run your tongue inside of my mound. Darling, suck my pussy. Come on, give me a nice suck. Work your tongue into my snatch."
As her hips twisted back and forth nervously, Jeffrey moved his tongue down between her legs. As he planted it inside of her nest, he loved the way that her body responsively wiggled. She kept twisting and turning her body, reacting enjoyable to each and every hot, twisting tongue jolt that he sent forth. His tongue kept on working, stabbing assertively, sliding inside of her pussy.
"Come on, baby," she encouraged. "You're good with your tongue. Keep on pushing it. Keep shoving it inside of my f mound."
Back and forth her hips slid, and all the while he was shoving his tongue ever deeper inside of her. His tongue kept working inside of her hot, moist slit. All the while she was being pushed that much nearer to the point of a wild climax.
"Suck me," she gasped. "Ohhh, work your tongue inside me. Baby doll, suck me."
A few quick, twisting, energetic tongue stabs later, the juices started to shoot from her pussy.
"Ahhh, I'm there, I'm there," she sighed.
As the juices began to release themselves from Susan's mound, she reached down and grabbed at her lover's butt. She held on tightly, her fingers moving with throbbing impact.
"Oh, that's nice," she exclaimed with a nod. "I knew you could do it, honey. I knew you could give me the kind of excitement I needed."
As he removed his tongue from her pussy, Jeffrey recognized that he had not provided her with all that she wanted. He felt a tremendous disappointment. She knew exactly how he felt, and was seeking to minimize his hurt.
"Don't worry, baby," she said. "It was all very nice. It really was."
"I'm so sorry. I don't understand. I just don't understand."
"That's the way that it happens. You can't come through with a big effort every time out. You've got to realize that."
"Yes, I suppose that's true."
"So just don't let it bug you. If you stay home, we're gonna have lots more in the way of beautiful lovemaking."
"I know. It's awfully tough for me to stay home. You know how things are going."
"Yes, my sweet," she nodded, "I do understand, but you've just got to hang in there. It's so important."
"You're so right," Jeffrey exclaimed.
CHAPTER 12
Even though it hurt Susan to see her husband Jeffrey try so hard to put out and to some extent fail, she was determined to keep up her spirits.
When he received another call two days later from Hollywood, Susan was uneasy. He had to leave on the plane the next day to get involved in some more conferences before embarking on the screenplay.
"I'm sorry, dear," he shook his head apologetically.
"I guess it's all in the name of progress," Susan shook her head.
"Yeah, I guess so. If you want to call all this progress. It's really more like one unholy rat race."
"I'm glad you said that and I didn't," she shook her head.
Later that same day after taking her husband to the airport, Susan decided to go shopping. She bought more items than she actually needed to. Sometimes that happened to her. When she got particularly nervous or depressed, she would engage in quite a bit of shopping.
As Susan got back into her car and got ready to drive away, she saw a car pulling to a stop next to hers in the parking lot. She observed a familiar face behind the wheel of the automobile. It was her old friend Pete Perna.
"Baby, I've been thinking about you," he said. "What a nice surprise. My friend Marty and I were just about to do some shopping ourselves. But this is great. Seeing you here."
"How are you, Pete?" she asked smilingly.
While she spoke with Pete, Susan observed Marty looking at her. He surveyed her very closely. She noticed his strikingly handsome blonde good looks.
"I want you to meet Marty," Pete said. "Marty, meet Susan."
"Glad to know you," Marty said.
"Same here," Susan exclaimed.
"How about us going over to Marty's right now," Pete suggested. "We can have a nice party. Hell, Marty and I can forget about the shopping for the time being. It wasn't that important anyway."
"Are you sure?" Susan asked. "I wouldn't want to put you out."
"Yes, I'm sure. So how about it?"
"That'll be fine. Yeah, we'll go over there and have ourselves some fun. I could use a good time."
"You'll find me the most hospitable host you could ever meet," Marty promised her.
"That's good," she nodded. "I'll follow right behind you guys."
"The place isn't far away," Pete said.
She stayed behind Pete's Datsun until they reached the apartment building where Marty lived. It was an old two-story structure, and Marty resided on the top floor.
As soon as they entered the apartment, Marty turned on a loud rock album. He walked into the kitchen.
"Hope bourbon is all right with you," Marty said to Susan.
"Anything would be fine right now," Susan laughed. "Just as long as it's wet and alcoholic."
Pete burst into loud laughter.
"How about that," he called out to Marty, who was busily preparing the drinks. "It looks like this girl is hot to trot."
"I could see that right from the beginning," Marty said.
"How were you able to tell?" Susan asked curiously.
"I can usually tell when a gal has the hots. There's a certain look in her eyes."
"You gusy both act awfully knowledgeable."
"Marty here is in the Literature Club," Pete said.
"And that means you're both very literary."
"I'm literary secondly, but primarily I'm a cocksman," Marty told Susan as he brought the drinks in on a tray."
Susan soon discovered just how eager Marty was to get involved in immediate sexual activity. Susan had had no more of an opportunity than to take several quick sips from her drink before her friend Marty reached down with his right hand and began to unzip his trousers.
"Honey, I really want you," Marty exclaimed. "Baby, you really do look beautiful to me."
"You're starting awfully fast."
"Of course I am. Hell, I don't even feel like finishing my drink. You're just too exciting to believe."
He unzipped his trousers completely, then reached inside of his shorts. He pulled and tugged at his cock, manipulating his fingers against his long, rangy pecker. His fingers worked up and down his cock, and the longer that they did, the more aroused that he became. He loved to exercise his fingers in rapid-fire fashion. Up and down he kept on moving them, sliding them with great consistency. The longer and faster that he moved them against his cock, the greater the degree of awareness on the part of Susan.
She gulped down the rest of her drink, then got up quickly from the chair. She walked slowly toward Marty, who continued stroking his cock.
"He's strumming it for you," Pete laughed, sprawled out on the sofa, watching with a big smile on his face. "Just get into it, Susan. Suck him off. That's what he wants. Then after you take care of him, you've got me to contend with. Yes, my love, you're gonna have a wonderful time of it with the two of us around."
As Pete watched, he became restless, observing the sexual action. So he reached down and unzipped his trousers. Pete reached inside of his shorts, pulling out his peter. He moved his fingers up and down it while he watched the developing action between his friend Marty and Susan.
Marty stood at rigid attention, his legs extended slightly as he looked down at Susan. He was standing in the middle of the room, and his hard cock was dangling between his legs.
Susan was happy to see a long, hard, healthy cock that had been able to come up so easily. She thought about poor Jeffrey, and realized the predicament that she was in. All she knew was that she wanted more in the way of sex action. She wanted to get excited no end, to be pushed to the limits by the two young men in whose presence she was at that point.
She dropped down to her knees, looking up at his hard, energetic dick. Her fingers moved smoothly over the base of his cock. His body reacted sharply every time that she touched his cock. It swayed back and forth, and all the while he was feeling a tremendous amount of excitement. He wanted her to start sucking, to drive her hot, red tongue fervently against his organ until the searing drops of thick, white, peter fluid had shot out of the end of his long, hot dick.
"Suck me," he sighed. "Baby, you've got to go after me right now. Sweetheart, just move your tongue. Drive it real nice. Slide it, sweetheart."
She moved her tongue back and forth, circulating it against his balls. As her tongue went to work, probing skillfully against his testicles, she reached up and grabbed his cock. Her fingers flowed with steady repetition, grinding and stabbing against his hot, aroused pecker.
"That's it, ohhh, you're really tearing into me now," Marty nodded. "That's the kind of action I want, sweetheart. You're gonna suck me off. You're gonna move your tongue up and down my dick until all of the juices flow."
Her tongue kept on sweeping, propelling itself back and forth as it twisted against her lover's balls. Her smooth, flowing, dramatic tongue strokes continued for a few more moments. She then started to move her tongue up and down her lover's long, solid, ever-so-erect cock. She loved every quick, decisive moment of impact that she shared with her lover. Back and forth her tongue kept twisting, gliding fervently as she worked it up and down his hot spear.
"I like that," he gulped, "come on, darling. Ohhh, suck me off. Baby doll, ohhh, grind your tongue against my cock. Sweetheart, ohhh, honey, I want you to eat my dick. Baby, come on, let yourself go. Suck my pecker. Oh, I'm gonna shoot it off. The stuffs gonna spray out of there."
A few quick strokes later, the juices began to flow out of the end of his long, aroused spear. As his hips twitched, he watched the thick, fervent spray of juices that kept on tumbling from the end of his organ and into her mouth.
"Baby, I loved it," Susan said, licking her lips when it was all over.
She motioned over toward Pete, who had been playing with his cock.
"Come on over here, darling. I want to suck you off next."
Pete jumped up from the sofa, clapping his hands gleefully and smiling.
"I told you this girl was hot," Pete said.
"You guys and your conversation," Susan laughed. "Come on, honey. Come on right over here. I want to suck you off. I want to grind my tongue against your cock just like I finished grinding it against your friend's."
Pete stood with his legs extended, looking down at Susan. He reached down with both hands and slid his fingers soothingly through her hair. As he kept on gasping and sighing, his legs twitched ever so slightly. He was getting ready to receive some hot, jolting tongue sensations from Susan.
"Put your tongue to work," he exclaimed. "Baby doll, ohhh, suck me. Yes, just grind your tongue against my dick. Baby doll, ohhh, I want you to work your tongue."
Up and down her tongue slid against his huge, aroused tool. She did not even bother with the preliminary tongue strokes against his balls. She sensed just how hot Pete was, and knew that he would be in a state of perpetual restlessness until each and every droplet of the thick, white peter fluid had been drained from the end of his dick.
"Come on, go after me," he exclaimed. "You've really got a nice tongue, sweetheart. Ohhh, press it against my pecker. Come on, darling. Ohhh, suck me off. Baby doll, oh, just grind your tongue. Work it against my dick. Oh, honey. You've got me itching all over already."
Pete kept on rotating his fingers in lively fashion through his lover's hair. All the while he kept on receiving the quick, stiff, tugging tongue stabs. She moved her tongue speedily as she pushed her lover that much nearer to climax.
"Suck me, come on, suck me," he exclaimed. "Drive your tongue, baby doll. Ohhh, sweetheart. Come on, just move your tongue real nice. Keep on pushing it. Push it against my cock."
His body started to rock back and forth as Susan applied the finishing touches. Her fingers plunged sharply against his balls, making them tingle as she worked with everything that she had, driving her tongue in the quickest possible fashion as she worked it up and down his bulging spear, propelling him that much closer to the point when all the droplets of semen would commence to explode out of the end of his cock and into her mouth.
"Baby, suck me off," he exclaimed. "Ohhh, darling. Sweetheart, come on, suck it. Yeah, just slide your tongue. Come on, doll. Ohhh, work it. Work it real nice. Press it against my dick. Come on, press it sharply. Baby doll, ohhh, come on, work your tongue."
A few quick, meaningful, tugging tongue strokes later, Pete's whole body gave way. His hips jerked back and forth as he watched the first few droplets of thick, white, flowing cum shooting out of the end of his long, hot dick. The pecker fluids kept on spraying, shooting voluminously, spilling out of his spear.
"Damned, this is great," Pete said.
It sure is," Marty nodded, watching from a few feet away. "She's a great hose artist. When she puts that tongue of hers to work, there's just no holding back."
"You're telling me. Ohhh, can she ever suck." Pete nodded. "Baby, every drop of the stuff. Yeah, go after it."
He kept on resolutely running his fingers through her hair as he watched her twisting tongue slide back and forth as she did her ultimate best to corral each and every drop of his orgasmic fluid, which she managed to do. It was a big load, and she had enjoyed every solitary droplet of it.
"Honey, you can suck my cock any time," he laughed.
Susan's tongue felt a little tired at that point after the two wild cock sucks in rapid succession. But despite the feeling of tiredness, her body was alive and filled with joyful enthusiasm. She knew that she had a couple of young, energetic cocks in her presence. Cocks that were willing to perform for hours if need be. It was quite a liberating experience to be with them, since they were willing to pull out all stops in achieving the highest level of enjoyment.
CHAPTER 13
After Susan finished sucking off both Marty and Pete, everyone was ready to progress beyond that stage.
They had gotten warmed up, and now they were set to launch into some more new, dynamic activity.
They all walked into the bedroom, after which they quickly undressed. As the men looked over hungrily at Susan's nude body, they glanced at each other and smiled.
"What a gorgeous naked form," Marty m exclaimed. "I really like the looks of that gorgeous woman."
"Don't praise her too much," Pete said. "If you do, you're gonna get her conceited, and we don't want that to happen. We want to keep her the sweet girl that she is."
"Why don't you two Romeos stop all that conversation and get on with the fucking," she laughed loudly.
In order to encourage the two men all the more, Susan reached down with her right hand and began to slide her fingers over her nest. Back and forth her fingers stroked against her pussy. The longer and faster that she rotated her sliding fingers, the greater the degree of anxiety that surfaced throughout her entire body. She wanted to receive some more attention from the men.
Susan could see that she was developing a craving for attention. The lesser the opportunities she had to fuck with Jeffrey, the greater that her desires became. Now that she was discovering just how many men wanted her, she desired more sex. She wanted to take advantage of every conceivable opportunity that fell at her disposal.
"You look busy with your fingers in your pussy," Marty smiled as he slid into bed with her.
"Yes, I'm turning you guys on," she said. "I know what's gonna get you aroused. So let's get into it right now, guys."
"That sounds fine with me," Marty agreed.
Marty pushed his tongue forward. He let it begin to manipulate searingly against his lover's left breast. He enjoyed the quick, zestful, furious stabs of his tongue as it went to work on her breast. The more rapidly that he approached his lover's tit, the quicker that her heart pounded and the faster that her head pounded.
"I like that," she nodded. "Come on, my dear. Just work your tongue against my hot breast. Darling, ohhh, suck me. Yes, suck my hot tit."
He kept on working his tongue frantically, driving it back and forth against her breast. A few stabs later, he removed his tongue from Susan's left breast. He then put it to work against her right tit, repeating the same hot, convincing movements.
"Honey, I love it," Susan sighed. "I'll suck your pussy next," Marty told her.
"My nest is waiting for you," she sighed.
"It's filled with all kinds of juice. Darling, it's wet already. Just push your tongue down against my wet snatch. Just go to work with your tongue, darling. Ohhh, I want you to plunge it. I want you to slide it real nice. I want you to plant it against my box."
"It's time for me to get into the act, too," Pete said. "While Marty's sucking your pussy, I can let my tongue go to work against your ass hole. How's that for a double suck?"
"That would be swell," she confirmed. "Let's go to it, men. I want to feel those hot sensations."
"You go first, Pete," Marty motioned.
Pete nodded. He reached out and grabbed at Susan's thighs. As his fingers held on sharply to them, he went to work with his tongue. His tongue started to race back and forth as it twisted and turned its way into the innermost depths of her ass hole. He loved every quick, charging tongue stab that he asserted as his tongue kept on whipping, slashing its way inside of her ass hole, driving with great desire.
"Ahhh, can you ever ass suck," she sighed. "Come on, darling. Ohhh, your tongue is nice. Baby, you've got such a beautiful tongue. Go ahead, my sweet. Ahhh, grind it inside my ass hole. Baby, I want you to grind it."
As her lover Pete's sparkling, energetic tongue kept on twisting and driving inside of Susan's ass hole, his friend Marty decided that it was time to start launching his tongue movements inside of Susan's pussy. He wanted to let his tongue push and stab with great meaning and exhilaration. He wanted to propel it rapidly inside of his lover's hot snatch until the juices shot.
"Baby, eat out my box," Susan begged.
Marty reached out with his right hand. He glided his fingers slowly and soothingly inside of her pussy. His fingers twisted and turned several times. He enjoyed the quick, captivating finger strokes that he kept on asserting inside of her. He kept his fingers moving for several more strokes, after which he then released his fingers from her nest. By then he was planning on slipping his tongue inside of her mound. He wanted to manipulate it with great joy. He wanted to keep his tongue moving inside of her snatch until the juices shot from her mound.
"Ohhh, come on, stroke me," Susan exclaimed. "Marty, I want you inside my pussy. You've never eaten me before. You're gonna get to taste me. Yes, you'll love it."
Marty knew before he even started how much he would enjoy eating out the beautiful Susan's pussy lining. He pushed his tongue down between her legs. He worked his tongue with invigorating zeal, pushing and twisting it as it worked its way inside of her mound.
Marty launched into some quick, captivating movements right from the beginning. His tongue kept on twirling, driving itself frenziedly as he worked it inside of her box. The faster that Marty kept up his avalanche of movement, the closer that he brought Susan to climax.
Susan felt quickly pushed to the verge by the combination of swift, decisive tongue strokes that she was receiving. As her mound kept on receiving the benefits of Marty's rapid-fire tongue movements, her ass hole was also getting satisfied. Her lover kept on stroking. Pete kept on working his brilliant tongue, driving it ever deeper into her anus.
"You guys really know where it's at," a panting, aroused Susan exclaimed. "Just keep up the action, men. You're gonna have me off."
Pete's scorching tongue kept working its way ever deeper inside of Susan's ass hole. Pretty soon he was driving it in all the way, sliding it against her rectum. His tongue kept on eagerly pushing and plunging, and as it did Marty worked her that much closer to a steaming climax.
A few quick, twisting tongue strokes later, Marty had her off. Susan kicked her legs back and forth, twisted her hips, then heaved a loud sigh as the juices sprayed from her pussy and into her lover's mouth.
"Ahhh, you steered me all the way," she said. "That was beautiful sucking, my sweet. Darling, ohhh, what a nice suck. Baby doll, you really know how to bring me off."
Marty released his tongue from Susan's mound. At that very moment, Pete released his tongue from her ass hole.
"I want inside your snatch," Marty said abruptly.
"And I want inside her mouth," Pete said.
"We can both have our way at the same time," Marty smiled. "Of course," Pete agreed.
"You two horny characters are too much," Susan laughed. "I guess you're right. While I'm getting a hot dagger plunged into my mouth, I'm gonna be getting some action in my pussy as well."
"That's right," Marty said.
Marty watched as Pete let his body charge forward. Marty reached down and jerked on his dick, providing himself with a little bit of stimulation while he observed his friend Pete confidently assert his cock, plunging it toward his lover's mouth.
"Just open wide," Pete said. "I'm gonna plant my dick inside of you. I'm gonna work my cock inside of your mouth. Once I get it inside, I'm gonna keep plugging, I'm gonna keep slashing, I'm gonna keep driving my cock until all of the juices shoot out of my dick."
Pete took a deep breath, then launched .into his throat fucking. Marty observed carefully as he saw Pete wield his hot dagger, driving it inside of Susan's mouth. He kept on plunging with it, manipulating his sharp tool fervently as he slammed it deep inside of her mouth.
"Ahhh, that is nice," Pete nodded. "I dig every bit of this. This is fucking. This is beautiful screwing. I like it. Ohhh, I like this kind of fucking."
His hard cock kept on plunging, slamming back and forth, romping with a sense of great adventure. As Pete moved ever more vigorously into the act, his colleague Marty decided it was time for him to launch into action once more.
Marty reached down with his right hand. He began to stroke with his fingers, allowing them to slide inside of his lover's pussy. He pushed his fingers back and forth, gliding them inside of her nest.
"That'll get her even more turned on," Marty chuckled. "Just playing with her pussy."
All the while, Pete kept up his spearing movements. His cock kept on charging hard, pushing with super-abundant energy as it slid and drove deep inside of her mouth, gliding all the way to the base of her throat.
He removed his fingers from Susan's pussy. Marty now felt it was time to get his cock moving, to let it twist and plunge inside of her snatch until the juices shot.
"Here I go," Marty exclaimed. "I'm gonna fuck you, Susan baby. Yes, this is going to be enjoyable."
Marty reached down and grabbed her thighs. As he twisted his fingers back and forth, he slammed his cock inside of her mound. His cock kept on charging and plunging, pushing ever deeper inside of Susan's hot nest.
"Come on, baby, just keep moving your hips," Marty sighed. "Ohhh, baby doll, this is screwing."
His hard, plunging dagger kept digging ever deeper inside of Susan's pussy. All the while, Pete continued his hard, charging cock stabs. He now was on the verge of orgasm. He was just a few quick, charging cock strokes away from the end.
A few quick, devastating cock stabs later, the juices began to shoot from the end of Pete's mammoth dick. As the juices exploded, his whole body rocked more eagerly than ever. He heaved a deep sigh.
"Baby, ohhh, what fucking," he said. "All the stuff is shooting out of me. Oh, this is wonderful."
The final few droplets of thick, white cock spray shot from the end of his magnificent tool. As the final few drops were exploded from his steaming pecker, Pete released his penis.
"How great," Pete smiled. "Baby, we really got it off that time."
As Pete stepped aside, watching as Marty fucked Susan's pussy, Susan's body kept hurling back and forth with restless energy. She knew that she had to juice. Her pussy itched.
At long last the juices shot from her mound. She heaved a deep sigh.
"Ohhh, they're shooting from me," she exclaimed. "Baby doll, ohhh, this is my kind of fucking. Honey, keep up your screwing. Come on, my darling. Keep your cock charging. Come on, let it knife inside of my pussy. Sweetheart, ohhh, keep fucking me. Baby, you know how to fuck. You're a great screw. Sweetheart, ohhh, you're really sliding inside my mound. Baby, ohhh, this is glorious. Keep on fucking. Slide your cock. Deeper, baby, fuck deeper."
Marty's fingers worked their way smoothly over her ass cheeks. He kept on with his charging efforts, ramming his cock back and forth, driving it with superb impact as it plunged deep inside of her cunt. She flipped her body forward to meet his quick, energetic cock stabs.
"Baby, that's it," Marty nodded accommodatingly. "All I need you to do is tighten your cunt a little bit more. Sure, ohhh, that's the way, honey. The stuffs gonna shoot out of me. Baby doll, ohhh, I love it. I love this kind of fucking. This is screwing. Glorious screwing."
A few quick, twisting cock stabs later, the onslaught of thick, white cream began to pour out of Marty's long, energetic spear. His hips kept gliding back and forth, twisting zealously as the peter fluids continued to shoot.
"How nice," he sighed. "Damned, ohhh, the stuffs really spraying from me. This is glorious. Baby doll, ohhh, it's glorious."
As the juice onslaught continued, Marty threw his arms around his lover. He let his lips lunge against hers. His lips remained pressed against Susan's for the rest of the period of his orgasm, after which he then released them.
CHAPTER 14
Pete was all set to launch into some more wild fucking.
He had watched ever so closely and with such great interest as his friend Marty had finished fucking his lover's pussy. So now he was set to move into action himself. He wanted to send his hard, charging peter deep inside of his lover's ass hole, but before he did that he was going to warm her up.
Pete shoved his tongue forward, letting it slice and stab inside of Susan's twisting ass hole. Susan kept on sighing, her ass cheeks bouncing respondently to each and every tongue effort that her lover sent forth.
"Come on, eat out my ass hole," she sighed. "Darling, ohhh, you really know how to stroke with your tongue. Come on, baby doll. Ohhh, suck ass. Baby, ohhh, come on, eat out my ass hole. Baby, come on, suck me."
His tongue kept on working, pushing and twisting, driving deep inside of her ass hole. A few quick, decisive, rapid-fire movements later she was propelled into an even greater state of wild-eyed zeal.
"You're really eating my ass hole," she sighed. "Darling, ohhh, suck my ass. Baby doll, suck it real nice. Come on, my sweet. Darling, suck."
A few stabs later, he released his tongue from her anus. Pete was now set to go on to some brilliant finger fucking. He wanted to drive his finger inside of her ass-hole. He wanted to push and stab with his index finger until he manipulated as deeply as he could inside of her ass hole. He was all set to push it into her, to move it back and forth until he caused her to get even more excited.
Pete pushed his finger inside of her anus, letting it wiggle. He drove it hard and fast, threshing with it, pushing it into her anus.
"That's it," she nodded. "Darling, you really are pushing your finger inside of me. Baby doll, ohhh, finger my hot ass. Baby, ahhh, you're fingering it so nicely. My darling, ahhh, I love it."
His finger kept on pushing its way ever deeper inside of her anus. A few hot, twisting finger stabs later, he released his finger from her ass hole. He was all set to grind his cock inside of her anus. He wanted to slam it hard, to drive it with devastating joy until every drop had spilled from his flaming organ.
He reached out and grabbed her thighs. He pushed her legs over his shoulders, then prepared to launch into his avalanche of activity. His hard, devastating prick would continue to make its impact felt until every droplet of the thick, streaming, white jissum had exited.
"Here it goes," he sighed excitedly.
"Darling, fuck my ass hole," Susan exclaimed. "Let your cock charge, honey baby. Ohhh, come on, move it fast. Yes, baby doll. You really know how to fuck. You can fuck me now. Honey, come on, let's screw."
His long, fiery dick moved its way forward. He pushed and shoved his cock inside of her ass hole, letting it slam deep inside her. She tightened her ass cheeks, tensing her entire body as he made solid impact. The faster and harder that his charging cock worked its way inside of her ass hole, the closer that he felt himself moving. He was pushing ever nearer. He would feel the hot, savory droplets of joy juice that were storing up in his cock. His flaming instrument kept on driving, slamming hard as he moved ever nearer to the point of climax.
"Ahhh, this is fucking," he exclaimed. "Darling, ohhh, I love driving my cock inside you. This is such a good screw. Baby doll, ohhh, I love this. Honey, ohhh, it's beautiful."
His long, stabbing peter kept on ramming inside of her. All the while he was pushing and plunging his cock that much closer to the point of orgasm. A few quick, hot strokes later, the juices could not be held back any longer. The thick, white stream of fluid just had to spill from the end of his hot stick.
"Ahhh, damned, I really feel the itch," he sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, just twist your butt a little."
As a means of exciting his lover even more, Pete reached out and slapped at her ass cheeks. He kept on watching as the thick spraying droplets of jissum shot from his tool and into her ass hole.
"Ohhh, baby doll," he said. "This is so nice. Ahhh, sweetheart. Beautiful."
A few quick stabs later, he released his hard rod from her ass hole. He patted her on the buttocks, then stretched out on the bed. Pete was waiting for Marty to launch into some wild, invigorating screwing.
Marty had watched the action very closely. Several times he reached down and manipulated his fingers up and down his hard, restless peter. Now his long slab of meat was ready to dig in for some more action.
"Just lie on your stomach," he said, slapping at Susan's buttocks. I want a shot at your hot ass hole, baby. I want to pour my cock into you. I want to really let it drive. I want to slam it into your ass until all the juices have shot."
"Baby, turn your cock loose inside me," she purred accommodatingly like a kitten. "I want to feel it. I want to feel your bulging cock shoving around inside of my ass hole. We can really make it together, darling. Just slam your cock inside me. Work it into my ass hole. Come on, honey. Shove that piston inside of my ass hole."
He moved his cock forward, but before he let it make its way inside of her ass hole, he reached down and slid his fingers against her buttocks. He held on tightly to her ass cheeks, letting his fingers curl around her butt.
"Ohhh, let your cock charge," she sighed. "Baby, I want to feel your hunk of meat inside of me. Just let it slice, darling. Baby doll, really fuck it. Come on, swing your hot cock inside me. Ram it into my ass hole. Baby doll, give me a nice fuck. Come on, screw it. Screw me, darling."
Marty smiled at Pete.
"We've really got a live one," he said.
"Why do you think I like her so much?"
"I don't blame you. She's really something else. She's some kind of woman."
Marty pushed his cock forward, gliding it inside of her ass hole. He worked his cock slowly at first inside of Susan's anus. He wanted to wait a little while, to sink into the act gradually, before he worked his cock as deeply as he knew how. Eventually he would shove his steaming stick into her anus as far as it would go. He would ram it all the way into her rectum.
"Come on, honey, let your cock charge," she purred. "Sweetheart, ohhh, I love just the thought of it. Baby, work your cock. Slam it into me. Sweetheart, ohhh, you've got to fuck me. You've got to give me a nice fuck. You've really got to screw me."
Marty smiled coyly. He wanted to let the action take its course in a gradual manner. So he kept up his short, slow, ever so methodical fucking stabs, driving his cock inside of her ass hole.
"Fuck it," she sighed. "Baby, I'm getting so restless. Ohhh, just send it into me. Sweetheart, oh, screw it. Screw my ass hole. Really let yourself go."
All the while, Marty was thrilling to each and every adventurous stab that he asserted inside the tight inner confines of Susan's ass hole. He kept on ramming his dagger-like spear, continuing at a methodical pace, letting things build in an ever so gradual fashion.
"What a nice cock," Susan sighed. "Come on, honey. You can open up any time you want to. You can start fucking me faster.
You can drive your dick deeper inside me. What feelings I'm getting. I'm getting the most beautiful feelings throughout my whole body. Ohhh, do I feel supercharged. I feel so excited."
Susan was electrified by every quick, stabbing thrust. Now he was employing his cock more swiftly than before. Marty kept up his devastating pace, sliding his cock superbly inside of her ass hole. The sharper that his cock stabs became, the closer that he worked himself to climax. He could feel the itchiness continue to develop in his balls as his hot, striding pecker plunged with ever-greater depth.
He reached out and clutched hard at her thighs. Marty wanted to hold onto them, to love her in every way that he could while his cock was moving magnificently toward the end of the act.
"Give it to her, Marty," Pete smiled; watching from his position on the other side of the bed. "Your prick is really going now. Move it even faster. Slam it all the way into her rectum. That's what she wants."
"You bet your sweet ass that's what I want," Susan confirmed with a vigorous nod. "Come on, baby. I'm tightening my butt for you. Yeah, I'm accommodating you every way I can. So come on and keep your racing cock plunging. Keep on moving it inside of my ass hole. Grind it hard and fast, sweetheart. Ohhh, come on, fuck me. Baby doll, screw my ass hole. Come on, darling. Fuck me."
As his cock kept on racing, his lover's ass cheeks glided more responsively than ever. He kept up his efforts, manifesting every bit of excitement that he could into each and every tugging, spearing stab. He rammed his peter as deeply as he knew how, sending it into the tightest inner confines of her ass hole.
He kept moving ever nearer, grinding himself toward the vaunted goal of orgasm. His burning peter kept on slicing, thrusting, working savagely as he hammered his meat into her willing anus.
"Honey, can you ever fuck," she gasped. "Come on, just a little more screwing, baby. Just keep your cock moving. Plunge your dick. Baby doll, ohhh, stab my hot ass hole. Darling, ohhh, I love what you're doing to me. Come on, my sweet. Ohhh, fuck it. Yes, baby. Ohhh, fuck me. Come on, fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast. Slide your dick. Ohhh, move it, pierce my ass hole, baby doll."
As her ass cheeks twitched back and forth, Pete let out a loud yell. He was enjoying watching the culmination of the act almost as much as he had enjoyed fucking Susan's ass hole earlier.
"Come on, finish her off," Pete said. "You've got her where you want her, old boy."
Marty nodded. He slapped at Susan's ass cheeks, then heaved one loud last gasp. The spurting droplets of semen then escaped from the end of his hot tool, splashing voluminously from his dick and into her ass hole.
"Ahhh, what a feeling," Marty exclaimed. "This is so good. Darling, what a fuck. Yes, what a glorious, dynamic fuck."
As Marty slid his cock out of his lover's ass hole, he patted her affectionately on the forehead.
"Thank you for having such a receptive ass hole," he said. "You couldn't have been any tighter, baby. If I'd ordered you factory made, you couldn't have responded any more enthusiastically."
"That's my girl," Pete said pridefully. "Aren't you happy that I introduced you two?"
"Now that I've had her, I don't think I could have ever lived without her," Marty said as he slapped at her ass cheeks. "She's some fuck. Some glorious fuck."
"I certainly agree with that," Pete concurred eagerly.
CHAPTER 15
Susan decided to visit the same bar where she had met Moose, the rugged football player who had given her such a wild hump. '
The afternoon that she was sitting in the bar, very little was happening. Such had been the case the day that she met Moose as well, but on that occasion Moose had been there. This time he was nowhere to be seen.
Late that afternoon, a rugged man in his middle thirties walked into the bar. He sat down. He wore a white T-shirt, which showed off his bulging muscles to good advantage.
"Hello, Eddie," the bartender called out with a smile.
"Hi. Make it the usual. A glass of draft."
As Eddie sipped his draft beer, he observed Susan a few stools away.
"How's it going?" he asked with a broad smile.
"Not bad. It's been better, it's been worse."
"Mind if I join you."
"No, no objection."
Eddie picked up his glass, climbing off of his stool, then proceeding down toward Susan. He slipped onto the stool next to hers. They began to converse.
"Just got back from a swing through the whole country," Eddie said.
"Is that right?"
"Yeah, got back just early this week. I'm a truck driver."
"I've often wondered what it would be like to drive a truck," Susan smiled. "I mean, the feelings that go through a guy."
"I'll tell you the thing I really like about it. I've got plenty of freedom. I don't have some damned punk boss riding my ass all the time. That makes me feel damned good. I don't like people handing me a lot of crap. Fortunately, I don't get any crap on this job. I'm left pretty much to myself. That's what I like. I mean, they'll establish routes and things like that, but that's about the extent of it. Once I'm out in that rig, I'm my own boss. I love it."
"You sound like a very independent-minded man."
"Yes, I am, and I'll tell you something else. I call a spade a spade and I'm the kind of guy who doesn't beat around the bush. No bullshit with me. Do you like guys like that?"
"I certainly do," Susan said.
"All right, so I won't bullshit with you. I'd like to take you to bed. How about coming over to my place with me?"
"All right, since you don't bullshit, I won't either. I'd love to go to bed with you. I'll bet you're some kind of a wild screw."
"When I get rolling, there's no stopping me," Eddie laughed.
Eddie gulped down the rest of his beer, then left the bar with Susan. They walked briskly into the parking lot behind the bar. Eddie got into his big diesel truck while Susan climbed into her car. She followed behind Eddie, getting on a freeway, then off of it. They wound up in a middle-class, quiet, residential section. Eddie parked his truck in the driveway. Susan parked beneath a tree beside the curb.
Eddie arrived at the front door first. He opened it, letting Susan enter the house first.
"You sure do have a nice ass," Eddie said as he observed Susan twitching her buttocks as she walked inside of the house.
"Thank you."
"Wait'll I tear into that ass."
As soon as Eddie closed the door behind him, he threw his huge, powerful arms out in front of him. He let his arms crush against her whole body. He pushed his lips forward, letting them collide with devastating impact against her lips. Their lips remained pressed firmly against one another for several long moments, after which Eddie then released his lips from hers.
"This is nice," he said. "Let's go right into the bedroom, baby. I want to get a nice fuck."
They marched quickly into the bedroom. Without saying anything, they both began to strip. From the way that they moved their fingers, it was obvious that both of them were horny, very much in some need of beautiful sex.
Their fingers kept on twisting and turning, moving rapidly as they removed their clothes. In a matter of moments, they had completely removed everything. They lay stretched out next to each other on the bed. Susan looked over at Eddie, observing his long, flaming phallus. His prick was just about as large as Moose's. She had never thought that anybody could equal Moose in that respect, but Eddie had done it.
Susan reached out with both hands. She began to slide her fingers up and down his long, hard cock. The faster that she manipulated her fingers, the more excitement that flowed through his whole body. Her fingers kept on slicing against his long, thick dick. She kept up her stabbing, thrusting finger activities for a little while longer, after which she then removed her fingers from his dick.
"That's the way to get me warmed up," Eddie nodded. "Now let's get into it. I want to use my tongue on you a little bit. After I've let my tongue plunge against you, then I'll go into the fucking. Then I'll start turning my hard cock loose."
Eddie flung his tongue forward, letting it press against Susan's left breast. Back and forth he worked his tongue with stimulating joy. He kept on grinding it against her hot tit, manipulating it back and forth, enjoying every stirring moment of sexual impact that developed between them.
"Ohhh, you do know how to suck me," she nodded. "Baby, keep your tongue driving. Darling, ohhh, press it against my breast. Baby doll, ohhh, suck me. Come on, just suck me."
His tongue kept on probing, working its way daintily against his lover's left breast. He removed his tongue from her left tit, then let it stroke against her right. He moved his tongue so rapidly and at times so gruffly that she could feel it hurting her. But she was not about to do any complaining. Not when she had a hot, panting, powerful, attentive stud in her presence, dealing out as much in the way of sexual ecstasy as he possibly could.
He removed his tongue from her right breast, then reached down with both hands. He glided his fingers over her buttocks.
"I like the shape of your ass cheeks," he said. "You've got a beautiful ass, honey. A gorgeous ass."
He ran his fingers smoothly over her buttocks. He started out by fingering her ass cheeks slowly, then, after a while, he dramatically stepped up the pace. His fingers stroked more quickly than before as they rotated against her hot ass cheeks.
"Ohhh, baby doll," she sighed. "Come on, sweetheart. Move your fingers over my ass cheeks."
He held on tightly to her ass cheeks. Back and forth his fingers flowed, making quick, steady contact against her buttocks. He removed his fingers from her hot ass cheeks, by which time he was ready to plant his tongue inside of her once more.
Eddie pushed his tongue forward. He let it manipulate inside of her ass-hole. He moved his tongue with piercing impact, letting it slip and slide inside of her ass. The longer and faster that Eddie asserted his tongue, the deeper that he drove it inside of her anus.
"Ohhh, my darling," she sighed. "Baby doll, keep your tongue stroking. Come on, honey. Suck me."
Sweat was already beginning to surface as he kept on working his tongue. He drove it' a few strokes more, after which he released it.
Eddie reached down with his right hand and started to glide his fingers inside of Susan's mound. He kept shoving them inside of her nest, loving every quick, twisting finger stab that he sent forth.
"Come on, finger my pussy," she sighed. "Darling, really stroke your fingers. Honey, ohhh, I really feel that itch. I feel such a tremendous itch. You're doing so much for me. Come on, honey. Ohhh, just stroke my snatch. Baby doll, ohhh, you're stroking it so nice."
Her hips kept on sliding, and all the while she enjoyed the flaming finger stabs that Eddie kept on asserting inside of her mound. He kept up that quick, decisive action for a few strokes more, after which he then released his fingers from her pussy. By that time he was set to launch into some wild sucking. He wanted to drive his tongue forward, to push it inside of her snatch, to rotate his tongue inside of her pussy until all the juices shot.
"Come on, suck my mound," she sighed. "I need it so bad, baby. Darling, come on, stroke my pussy. Sweetheart, ohhh, stroke it real nice."
As her hips kept on moving, twisting from side to side, Eddie felt that it was time to launch into the wild sucking. So he dropped his tongue down between her legs. He moved his tongue back and forth, circulating it with vigor and joy as it pressed inside of her hot nest.
"Ohhh, give me a nice suck," she purred like a kitten. "Baby, you're good with your tongue."
If there was one thing that Susan was able to detect about Eddie's fucking, it was the quick, decisive, uninhibited quality of it. He never let up. From the moment that he had initiated the early activity, he never slowed down one solitary bit. And now that his tongue was slipping and sliding inside of her snatch, he was pushing her ever nearer to the point of a wild orgasm.
"Ohhh, I'm really itching," she said. "My cunt's on fire, darling. Come on, just keep stroking. Ohhh, stroke my mound. Run your tongue against it. I need that action. Come on, my sweet. Ohhh, baby. Darling, suck me."
His tongue kept on wiggling, twisting and sliding back and forth as he pushed her ever nearer to the point of a joyous climax. A few hot, stabbing thrusts later, the juices shot out of her mound. They splashed out of her pussy and into his waiting mouth.
"Ahhh, I've really been waiting for this," she sighed. "Come on, honey. Go get every drop of the stuff. Sweetheart, ohhh, just go get it. Yeah, go get it."
He removed his tongue from her pussy, then prepared to launch into some fucking of his own. He pushed his right index finger forward, letting it make its initial contact with her ass-hole.
"Ohhh, some finger fucking," she exclaimed. "Come on, darling. That's the kind of contact I like. Finger my ass-hole. Darling, ohhh, I feel these scorching sensations inside my ass-hole. Just keep it up. Just keep on grinding with your finger. Move it hotly, sweetheart. Ohhh, do I ever want it. Do I ever need it. Play with my ass-hole. Come on, my sweet. Ohhh, play with my hot ass."
His finger kept sliding and pushing, driving ever deeper inside of Susan's anus. He loved ever hot, hurling finger stab that he sent into her. His breathing was heavier than ever. He kept panting and sighing as he put the finishing touches on his finger fucking.
When Eddie removed his finger from
Susan's ass-hole, he was all set to launch into some ass fucking. He slid his huge fingers inside of Susan's still-wet pussy, scooping out some snatch juice. He shoved his fingers inside of her ass-hole, twisting them back and forth, lubricating her anus.
"Am I ever set," he said. "Just hang on, baby. This is gonna be a fuck. A glorious fuck. Damned, you're the best-looking chick I've ever done it with."
"You really mean that?" Susan smiled, eagerly receiving the compliment.
"You're damned right. You're really some kind of woman. I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you."
He reached out and grabbed her thighs, twisting her legs over his shoulders. He looked down at her hot, ready ass-hole. Eddie was all set to launch into some more wild screwing. He wanted to pump his hard cock forward, to continue to drive it wildly and superbly inside of her anus until every droplet of the thick, white cream shot from the end of his tool.
"Come on, fuck me," she sighed. "I can see how badly you want it. Well, I want it, too. Honey, send it into my hot ass. Baby, I'm begging for it."
"You sure are receptive," he smiled. "All right, sweetheart. So you're gonna get a nice fuck. You're gonna get a beautiful screw."
Eddie pushed his cock forward. He drove it solidly inside of her ass-hole. His huge, devastating pecker kept forging its way inside of her ass-hole. He moved it back and forth, gliding with his hard cock, slamming it inside of her anus.
"Come on, fuck me," she sighed. "Baby doll, ahhh, I love the way you're slipping it into me. Honey, ohhh, what a fuck."
The harder and faster that Eddie circulated his cock deep inside of his lover's ass-hole, the nearer that he moved. He began hammering it so hard that she could feel waves of pain inside of her. He was devastating her ass-hole with every solid jolt, and she was eagerly accepting those quick jolts, despite the fact that there was a good deal of pain involved in what was happening.
"Ohhh, keep on moving your cock," she sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, this is so nice. Come on and screw me. Ohhh, fuck me, baby doll."
A few quick, stabbing strokes later, she closed her eyes and felt the juices shooting out of the end of Eddie's long, throbbing cock.
"Ahhh, it's so nice to shoot inside you," he said. "You've got such a beautiful ass, darling. What a hot ass you have."
Eddie removed his cock from Susan's anus, then decided he wanted to immediately go back for more. He reached out and cupped her ass cheeks in his huge hands. His hammy-like hands stabbed at her not buttocks. He squeezed ever so sharply, then returned his fingers to her thighs. He shoved her legs over his shoulders.
"Here it goes," he sighed. "I'm gonna go off again. I'm gonna fuck your ass-hole. I'm gonna grind my cock inside of you until all the juices shoot. They're gonna splash like hell. They're gonna splash out of my prick and into your ass-hole."
He steadied his body, running his fingers up and down her legs. He felt secure with her legs tucked over his shoulders. Eddie slammed his hard, steady rod forward. He let it make its penetration inside of her ass-hole.
"Ahhh, what beautiful feelings," Eddie said. "I just love screwing your ass-hole. I love it, baby. This is fucking. Yes, this is really fucking."
His hard, steaming, hammering pecker made its constant penetration inside of Susan's ass-hole. This time around he was fucking her even more sharply than he had the first time. His energy-ridden organ kept on slamming, driving, working him into that much more of a superb state of frenzy as he anticipated the moment when the thick, fiery juices would shoot from the end of his long, throbbing dick.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna fuck you," he smiled. "I'm gonna shoot, baby. I can't keep this up much longer, not with a beautiful ass-hole like yours. The stuff just has to spray out of there. It's gonna spill, my darling. It's all gonna shoot out of there."
"That's great. Keep fucking me, honey. Ohhh, keep your cock inside me. Keep planting it, my sweet."
A few quick, jolting, convincing penis stabs later, the juices began to shoot out of the end of his long, hot dick. As they sprayed, his whole body trembled, The juices shot from out of his organ and into her ass-hole, after which he then released his cock.
"Baby, I feel like I could go again," he said.
"You mean another ass fuck?"
"Sure thing. I've got all kinds of energy stored up. Around you, sweetheart, I could go the limit. I really want you."
"I'm touched," she smiled. "I'm genuinely touched."
He took her in his arms and kissed her. Just as Eddie's lips were colliding against Susan's, she heard the sound of the door opening. All of the sudden there were heavy footsteps. Finally there was the shrill cry of a woman's voice.
"Eddie, you've done it again," a woman shrieked. "You son-of-a-bitch. You bastard!"
Eddie promptly removed his lips from Susan's. He had a look of terror in his eyes as he turned and faced an angry, trembling, red-haired woman. She appeared to be about Eddie's age, but had a worn look about her. She kept on staring at Eddie, heartbroken at what she was observing.
The woman then turned her eyes toward Susan.
"Is that what you like to do, young lady, break up a home?" she shrieked. "Do you women have to all act like such bitches?"
"Hold it," a thoroughly astonished Susan replied in her own defense. "I never knew he was married. God, I'm sorry. Believe me, I never knew it."
"All Tight, maybe I shouldn't have been yelling at you," the woman replied, believing Susan. "Maybe you didn't know it. But this son-of-a-bitch over here. I could kill the bastard."
"Honey, you know me," Eddie smiled nervously, "I just need a little extension of my lifestyle. That's all."
"You bastard!"
The woman picked up her purse and threw it at Eddie. He ducked it, then jumped up from the bed, running from the room. !
The woman pursued him, running directly behind him.
"You rotten son-of-a-bitch," she called out angrily.
Susan jumped up from the bed as quickly as possible. She put on her clothes rapidly, then left the house. As she scurried out the front door, Eddie was standing in a corner of the living room, his wife shaking her fist in front of him. His face had turned white.
"You, bastard. You rotten bastard," she repeated.
CHAPTER 16
The experience with Eddie left a profound impact on Susan. She recognized just what could happen when a woman played around too much.
That whole night following her experience with Eddie, Susan tossed and turned. She kept thinking about what would happen if the woman had turned toward violence. If she had taken out a gun then Susan could have been shot to death, even though Susan had been innocent of any wrong doing. She had no idea about whether Eddie was married or not. And she most certainly would never have gotten involved in that kind of domestic turmoil.
The next afternoon Jeffrey returned home. The more that Susan thought about it, the more she decided that maybe she ought to try and resume a normal sexual relationship with Jeffrey. If she could just coach him along and tell him of her needs, and how much it hurt her to have him gone too much, then just maybe something could be remedied in their relationship. She wanted badly to recapture the good old days, when they had had so much fun together in bed.
That first night, Jeffrey was too tired to have any sex. But the next morning, Susan was ready and so was her husband. She reached out with both hands, sliding her fingers against Jeffrey's chest.
"Darling, I really want you," she sighed. "Baby, don't you think that it's important for us to have a good sex relationship?"
"Yes, I would say so."
"As a matter-of-fact, it's absolutely imperative, my darling."
"That's true."
"Then we've got to do what we can to bring this about."
Susan kissed her husband's lips. As she removed her lips from his, he reached down and started to play with her pussy. His fingers skirted back and forth inside of her mound. He kept up his quick, decisive finger movements for a few moments more, after which he then released his fingers from her pussy.
"I want to fuck your mound," he said excitedly. "I've just got to screw you. I've got to fuck the hell out of your pussy."
He reached out with both hands, sliding his fingers over her buttocks. Back and forth his fingers stabbed as he maintained steady contact with her buttocks. He squeezed her hot ass cheeks a few more times, then released his fingers from them. By then he was all set to fuck her mound. He wanted to drive his hard, charging cock forward, to maintain steady contact with her snatch until the stirring white juices had splashed out of the end of his cock.
"Here we go," he gulped. "I'm gonna really fuck you, honey. Ohhh, baby doll, this is gonna be so nice. Yes, ohhh, sweetie. What a fuck."
His cock moved forward, penetrating inside of Susan's pussy. His cock dented her snatch. Ever so tenaciously he kept up his hot, rapid-fire thrusts, twisting and turning his cock as he plunged it inside of her nest.
"Ohhh, fuck me," she sighed. "Baby doll, ohhh, you really know how to screw. Keep on sending your dick forward. You can do it. Honey, ohhh, I've so much wanted you to do this. Yes, sweetheart. Ohhh, I wanted us to pick up where our relationship left off. This is such a nice feeling. Let's let ourselves go. Ohhh, my sweet. Come on, fuck it."
His hard cock kept on ramming, slamming hard and fast as it moved ever deeper inside of her nest. He was pushing himself that much closer to the moment of impact when all of the thick, white cream would spray from his cock. He slapped at her ass cheeks, continuing to ram his cock home.
"Ohhh, her I go," he smiled. "Sweetheart, I really want you. Ohhh, what a fuck."
As his fingers continued to sturdily grip her ass cheeks, the droplets of thick white cream spurted from his pecker. The stirring white droplets of juice kept on shooting, splashing from the end of his cock and into her pussy.
Once Jeffrey removed his cock from his wife's mound, Susan reached out and played with his dick. She moved her fingers briskly up and down his long, hard, erect stick. He was ready to engage her in some more action.
"Darling, I feel so good about this," she smiled. "This is the start of a new phase of our relationship."
"I know. I've felt awfully funny over what's been happening lately. I've just been too tired. I haven't had anything for you, honey, in the way of the right kind of lovemaking. But all that's gonna change. I'm determined to change it. I'm not gonna be gone as much, and even when I am, I'm gonna see that you're with me more. I want you."
He kissed her lips. Susan ran her fingers up and down his cock a few more times. She pushed her tongue forward, letting it convincingly glide against his balls. Back and forth her tongue kept on plunging, moving resolutely against his testicles. He responded to the hot, jolting tongue sensations that she asserted his way.
"Ohhh, suck me," he sighed. "Come on, darling. Ohhh, it feels so nice."
He kept on receiving the quick, decisive tongue thrusts that she sent against his balls. The quicker that the scorching pace became, the closer that he was driven to the point of climax. Her tongue kept on sweeping, driving back and forth, pushing and shoving against his testicles.
"Baby, eat my cock," he sighed. "I love the way your tongue's working. Come on, honey. Really let it slide. Let it go, baby doll. Yes, twist your tongue. Move it against me."
He received a few more hot, jolting tongue sensations against his balls, after which Susan then began to assert her tongue up and down the full length of his hot, ready dick. Up and down she kept on pumping, driving her tongue with solid determination as it kept making contact with his organ.
The faster that her tongue swept up and down his long dick, the deeper that he was pushed to the zealous moment of orgasm when all of the thick, white juices would come tumbling out of the end of his cock and into her mouth.
"Suck it off," he sighed. "Baby, ohhh, here it goes."
His body spiritedly lunged back and forth. Jeffrey watched as the flaming peter fluid spilled out of the end of his erect organ and into her mouth. His hips twisted back and forth as he watched the procession of juice splashing from the end of his long pole and into her mouth.
Ever so devotedly, beautiful Susan swallowed every droplet of the hot fluid.