Teenage Sue started by letting her older brother Jay, see her luscious young body naked ... and ended by proving that the family that plays together, stays together!
Archive Note: The original pocketbook had pages 33 through 44 missing and were apparently never included in the published book.
CHAPTER ONE
Jay was like any other fourteen year old boy. He always had a hard-on and he was always looking for a place where he could be alone so that he could pull on his pecker. He hadn't yet been lucky enough to find a girl that he could fuck, although he did shoot his load in his pants a few times when he was rubbing up against one of his thirteen year old girl friends under the steps near the basement of his apartment house in the city. He often dreamed about whipping out his cock and shoving it into the cunt of one of the little cock-teasing girls, but he was never able to get up the nerve.
Jay and his family were at the lake for the summer in their cabin, at least that is what their father called it. The cabin was a regular home, a one family affair with four bedrooms and two baths upstairs. Their father had bought the place last year and this was Jay's first year at the lake. He had been out exploring the woods and when he got back to the house, he was very hot and perspired. He went to his room and decided that he would take a bath.
Jay walked into the bathroom that separated his bedroom from his sister Sue's and he turned on the bathtub faucets. While he waited for the hot water to fill the bathtub, he looked around the room to see how it was laid out. There was a door to his room at one end, and another door, leading to his sister's bedroom at the other end. He called Sue's name but heard no reply, and he decided she was still downstairs in the living room. After having shut off both faucets, Jay slowly lowered himself into the steaming hot water. It felt good, and he lay back so that only his head remained out of the water.
He thought about the house, and came to the fast conclusion that he liked it a lot. Dad was all right. He closed his eyes, and he imagined himself sitting and sailing on the lake in the boat that was tied up at their own dock, just a short distance away. He could see himself with his mother, showing her how much he had learned about sailing. He knew that she would be proud of his ability at handling a boat. The thought of her standing on the deck, one hand on the main mast for support while her long blonde hair blew in the steady breeze, made Jay happy. He could see her smiling at him as he worked the tiller, her tender, youthful appearing body stretching a tight-fitting swim suit.
Keeping his eyes shut, Jay moved his hand to the area of his crotch, and he took hold of his already hardened cock. The combined warmth of the water plus his vivid imagination had excited Jay, and he stroked his large young prick into a full erection. His mind flashed back to his mother kissing him good night, as he had left the living room to go upstairs. He thought he could still smell her sweet fragrance, as he remembered the softness of her body against his. Oh, how he wished he had someone like her to put his throbbing cock into! He moved his hand faster and faster along the full length of his large column.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. Jay drew up his knees automatically in an attempt to hide his hard to conceal erection. At the same instant, he opened his eyes to see his sister Sue enter the room.
"S ... S ... Sue, I'm taking a bath! Please!" Jay stammered, as Sue walked into the room. She was wearing a long pink robe, and without hesitating, she walked on up to the edge of the bathtub.
"So I see, little brother," she said, looking down at Jay's nude body. She put her hands on her hips which gave a shape to her body through the otherwise shapeless robe. "What else ya' doing?" she asked wickedly, smiling down at him.
"Look, Sue...." Jay said nervously, but before he could finish his sentence, his sister bent down and pushed his knees apart. "Hey! What the...." Jay blushed as he realized that Sue could see his hard erection between his spread legs.
"Wow! You surprise me, little brother ... That's not bad, not bad at all!" Sue exclaimed as she swiftly reached down and closed her fingers around his hardened erection. Jay's prick jerked from the coolness of her touch on him, but his fright at the sudden intrusion calmed down.
"O.K.! O.K., you caught me!" Jay exclaimed as his embarrassment faded. "So leave me alone!" he added, but Sue was staring at his large prick and didn't pay any attention to his words. Jay moaned when she very suddenly squeezed his swollen cock in her hand.
"It's nice, Jay," Sue said as she released her hold of his large member, and then she walked quickly to the door to close it and lock it. As she walked back to the tub, she unbuttoned her robe, letting it drop to the floor. She stood beside the bath, completely naked. Jay's eyes moved instantly to the area between her thighs, and he could see the smooth slit of her young cunt beneath the soft, blonde fuzz of developing pubic hair. "Let me kiss it," she pleaded, and before Jay could say anything, his sixteen year old sister joined him in the hot water of the tub.
"Damn, Sue! Wait a second," Jay said, but his words went unheeded as his sister took hold of his erect prick again. The sight and feel of her firm, beautiful young body next to him made his blood run faster, and he didn't know what else to say.
"Don't be nervous, Jay, I just want to taste it," she said, smiling toward him. She had gotten down beside him with her head toward his feet, and her knees were bent up toward his head. She was leaning up on her right elbow, and Jay could see the long crevice of her firm rounded buttocks. He realized that if she spread her legs apart, he could see right down to her fuzz-lined pussy. Her tits were pointing out with the pink tips just touching his lower belly. The sight of her, and the feel of her hand around his hard young cock made Jay delirious with passion. He found that he couldn't protest her actions now.
"Damn, Sue! Are you sure it's all right?" Jay found himself saying to her. His large swollen cock was once again beginning to throb uncontrollably with inner excitement.
"Don't worry, baby," Sue said, smiling gently, and she turned her face toward his erect prick, flicking her tongue out to quickly lick the red, swollen tip. The sensation of his sister's tongue on his cock drove Jay crazy with desire. He had never had anything like this before, in fact, the closest he had ever come to getting a girl had been during a mad makeout session with a girl from Sue's school. He had been with her in the park, but she had stopped him from going any further than putting his finger into her cunt. What Sue was doing to him was sheer heaven, and when she spread her legs apart so that he could look down between her smooth white thighs to her tight, young pussy, Jay couldn't resist reaching down to touch the inviting fuzz-lined lips. He ran his middle finger lightly along the narrow slit, parting the soft little pubic hairs, and Sue spread her legs out wider.
"MMMMMmmmmm, yes Jay. Rub my clitoris with your finger," Sue pleaded, and she ran her tongue up and down the back side of his large, throbbing cock.
"Oh, Sue ... that feels soooo nice . , ." Jay moaned rhythmically as he searched with his middle finger inside the fold of the smooth, fleshy lips of her twat for her clit. He knew he had found it when he felt the little tit of hardened flesh and he pressed on it gently.
"OOOOOhhhhh, YYesssss!" Sue exclaimed as she squirmed her little buttocks back to better her position. She opened her red mouth, her tongue moistened lips forming the shape of an "O" and she bent down to take Jay's throbbing cockhead in her warm mouth cavity. She bit down very lightly on the blood-filled head, as she licked her warm, wet tongue across the tip.
Jay felt his whole body stiffen when Sue slipped her mouth down over his hardened young cock, and the sensations of her white teeth against the sensitive skin at the tip sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He had never had anything that felt like this in his life. Damn, he loved what his older sister was doing to his lust hardened prick. He couldn't remember ever seeing his cock so large, and he actually thought it was still growing larger as she moved her hand tightly around the base of it. His whole crotch felt like it was on fire, and he thought he would cum right then when she suddenly sucked nearly half the length into her mouth. "OOOOOhhh, God, sis, you're good, so good!" Jay mumbled incoherently.
Sue could feel her cunt becoming more and more damp from the rhythmic rubbing of her clitoris, and she bobbed her head up and down on her little brother's large cock, licking furiously at the hard flesh as it moved smoothly in and out of her warm mouth. The salty taste of seeping seminal fluid that ran from the rubbery tip added to her excitement. She squirmed her pelvis in time to Jay's incessantly-probing finger. She wanted it inside her cunt. Put ... it ... in ... my ... cunt!" She spoke the words out as she stroked his throbbing column inside her mouth in emphasis to what she was saying.
"Aaaaaahhhhh, yessss," Jay groaned, the sound of that crude word for vagina making him ecstatic. He reached for her clitoris with the other hand, so that he could continue rubbing it, while he ran his finger along the fleshy valley of the opening of her moist, young pussy. The sight of his fingers playing with her tight little pussy made his blood boil. She was so beautiful and so very sensuous! Finding the moist opening of her cunt, Jay probed his finger up inside the smooth throbbing passage. The warm clasping flesh gave way to his finger, and he slid it up inside until he could go no deeper. Then he began moving it in and out of the soft, elastic flesh in time to Sue's sucking of his rock-hard member. It was like a symphony of pleasure playing all over his body. He knew that he couldn't hold back his cum very much longer, as his balls were feeling like they might explode at any second. He drove his finger in faster, then added another probing digit inside her steaming cunt. Her full, young tits were banging down, the hardened pink nipples brushing across his belly like two delicate fingertips.
His sister knew that Jay was nearing the point of climax, and she wiggled her open little cunt wildly against his driving fingers. She wanted to cum with him. She wanted to climax when his hot, sticky cum filled her mouth and raced down her throat to her waiting belly. The thought made her womb burn like a fire gone completely out of control, and she sucked hard, using all of her strength, and taking nearly the entire stretched length of his distended young cock into her throat.
"AAAhhhh, Sisssss! I'm GOING TO CUMMMMM!" Jay yelled as the sensation in his throbbing, blood-filled dick went out of control. His thighs grew tautly strained, and he arched his hips up wildly as the hot joy juice raced up his long member, shooting crazily out of the jerking opened tip. At the same moment, he jammed his fingers up as far as possible into his sister's clasping wet cunt, and he could feel the spasm of her climax tumble down as the walls of her innermost being contracted jerkily along his fingers.
Sue sucked ferociously as the hot liquid spurted deep into her throat. The salty pungent taste drove her crazy with passion, and she screwed her clasping pussy desperately against Jay's buried fingers. Her womb contracted again and again, sending out cum in great gushing torrents. Her cheeks hollowed and expanded as she feverishly gulped down deep the massive mouthfuls of hot, sticky cum that shot out of her younger brother's huge boyish prick. She wanted it all, and she greedily sucked and gulped it down her hungry waiting throat, while her belly jerked out her own climax with great, splashing waves of pleasure.
Jay was in an ecstasy that he hadn't dreamed possible, and his whole body jerked with each load of cum spewing from his excited cock. He wanted it to last forever, and he kept staring at the liquid flowing from around his fingers which were jammed tightly into Sue's gorgeous cunt. Damn, it was heavenly, and his cock still continued exploding with sensational jerking joy, until he thought there would never be any more. Sue kept sucking at his cock until her whole body seemed to jump with one great final shudder, and then she let his cock fall limply from her cum-flooded mouth, a thin trail of sticky cum fluid still clinging from the head of the spent prick. For a long time Jay kept staring at his fingers buried in the hot wet cunt.
"Thanks, baby brother!" Sue said, smiling, and she moved her hips away from his fingers. Jay heard a sucking noise as his fingers came free of the wet, hot passage.
"Damn, Sis! That was nice!" Jay exclaimed, as he returned to his senses. "Are you all right?" he asked, with real concern.
"Of course, silly! That felt good to me too, you know!" Sue smiled at Jay's obvious curiosity, and she patted him lovingly. Maybe sometime I'll let you suck me," she laughed at Jay.
"Damn! Be glad to...." Jay answered quickly. He knew that he would now do anything that Sue asked of him.
"Well, maybe tomorrow if we go looking ... we might find some kids that are willing to...." she winked at Jay, and then she got up and climbed out of the tub. Jay kept his eyes on her as she dried off her beautiful young body.
"Yeah, Sue! Let's go looking!" Jay said in agreement.
The next day Jay and Sue were up bright and early and out on the new boat. Like all kids they were anxious to try out the boat, but their main purpose for getting far out onto the lake was so that they could diddle with one another's sex organs. They wanted to fuck one another, but that wasn't possible. Someone had to sit at the tiller and make sure that no one else could sneak up on them in a canoe or a row boat. Jay was the first one to get his rocks off. Sue had sucked his cock until he shot his load in her mouth and now she was standing at the tiller with her legs spread wide and Jay was on his knees with his head between her thighs and his tongue up his sister's cunt, when suddenly Sue heard the noise of a motor boat. She looked around and saw a boat fast approaching them.
"Quick," she shouted to her brother. "Get your tongue out of my cunt and pull up my suit bottoms. There's a motor boat heading our way."
Jay pulled his face from between his sister's legs and yanked up the bottom of her bikini so that she was covered a little bit on her lower body. He stood up and looked toward the approaching boat.
The boat circled around their boat, then slowed down and moved in alongside. It was being piloted by a sandy-haired young boy whom Sue guessed must be about seventeen or eighteen years old.
"Heyyyy," Jay yelled out over the noisy speed boat. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Hi!" the speed boat driver yelled back, as he looked hard at Sue. "Where are you from?"
Jay motioned with his hand back toward the area of the lake where the house was, and the speed boat driver nodded that he understood. Sue stood up by the luffing main sail so that the guy in the speed boat could get a better look.
"Can't talk out here!" the speed boat driver yelled. "Follow me to shore."
Jay looked at Sue as the speed boat roared off toward the edge of the lake. Sue sat down beside Jay, and she shrugged her shoulders.
"Why not? He didn't look bad to me," she suggested, and she smiled nicely at Jay.
"O.K.," Jay answered boldly, but for the first time in his life, he was feeling a little bit jealous. "Can't do any harm to talk," he added, and he steered the boat after the rapidly moving speed boat.
The sandy-haired boy threw them a rope as Jay steered the boat alongside a private dock. It was very similar to their own dock, and they could see a house back from the shore in the woods. After tying the boat securely, Jay and Sue jumped onto the dock.
"Hi! I'm Sandy," the boy said, holding out his hand. He was tall and tan, and Sue thought he was good looking, too.
"Hi! I'm Jay, and this is my sister Sue," Jay announced, slightly hesitant about introducing his sister.
Sue explained where they lived, and made small talk for several minutes until Sandy finally interrupted her with a suggestion.
"Look, why don't you come up to the house for a beer?" Sandy asked, smiling at Sue. "My sister and I have the place all to ourselves. My parents are away on a trip to South America."
Jay's ears picked up the statement about a sister, and he readily agreed to have a beer. They all walked up to the large house, and Sandy introduced his sister Jean to them. Jay was almost tongue-tied when he saw Jean. She was wearing a bikini like Sue had on, and Jay couldn't help thinking that, with the exception maybe of the red hair, she looked surprisingly like Sue. It occurred to him, too, that she looked even more like his mother. Jean was fifteen and her body was trim and smooth with the added assets of full, firm tits and rounded pointed buttocks. She looked more woman than girl, and Jay liked her very much right away.
Sandy led them into the family playroom on the ground floor of the house. It had a bar at one end, and, scattered around the pool table were chairs and sofas. On the walls hung three different dart boards. Sandy motioned to a pair of sofas angled in front of a large stone fireplace.
"Have a seat," he said, walking around behind the bar. "You want a beer, or something stronger?"
"Beer's fine," Jay said when Sue nodded to him, and Sandy emerged from behind the bar a moment later with four tall cans of beer. They all talked about the lake and boats at first, and after drinking a second beer Jean asked Jay if he would take her out on the sailboat. Jay shyly agreed, after getting a sign from Sue that she would be all right there, and he and Jean walked down to the dock to go out sailing. Sue was pleased that Jay would have the opportunity to get to know Jean on the boat, as she knew that the boat was one place that Jay i 17 would open up and talk. She also was pleased to have the opportunity to be alone with Sandy.
"Want another beer?" Sandy asked, sitting down on the sofa next to Sue. Sue liked his broad smile and easy manner, and she had already decided that she wanted to fuck him.
"How about a kiss, instead?" Sue answered, mimicking his deep voice. She smiled at Sandy, and he returned the smile.
"Does your mother know you're here, little girl?" he barked in a high falsetto. Together they both shook their heads and said, "NNNnnnoooo!"
Sandy had his strong arms around Sue at the same instant, and he forced her down until she was lying fully stretched out on the sofa, her voluptuous young body looking as though it was made for nothing but fucking. Sandy bent over her, and he kissed her heavily on her full red lips. He held the kiss for several moments, and then looking her in the eyes, he ran his hand down over her young firm body.
"That's a nice bikini you're wearing," he stated. "Do you mind if I have a closer look?" Sandy smiled when Sue nodded her approval, and he reached behind her smooth white back to unfasten the clip holding the top. When he pulled the small piece of material away from her body, releasing her full tits, Sandy gasped his quick approval. "Damn! You've got nice tits!" he said, and he bent down to take a pink nipple in his mouth.
"OOOOOouuuuuu," Sue moaned, feeling his 18 warm tongue licking her ripe, pink nipple into hardness. She held his head in her hands, while he nipped and sucked at her firm young tit. The sensation was wonderful, but she wanted him to pull off her bikini pants, too, so she lifted his head away from her tit after a moment. "How about the bottoms?" she asked coyly. "If you're going to fuck me you'll have to take that off, too!"
Sandy was startled by Sue's directness, but without hesitating a moment, he reached down and rolled the thin flimsy material down over her voluptuous young hips, down her slender legs. Sandy's cock grew suddenly erect as he looked at the curly young pubic hair and the soft pouting lips of Sue's young pussy, and he had to get his own pants off immediately.
Sue laid back, her body now completely nude, and she watched as Sandy struggled to get his pants off. As he pulled them down, his huge cock suddenly sprung free, pointing straight out from the bush of his sandy pubic hair. The thick purple head stood out from his pelvis nearly ten inches, "Fuck me now, Sandy! Fuck me right away!" Sue pleaded, her whole body was suddenly wild with hot, flaming passion. She wanted his long fleshy column buried deep in her hungry hot belly, and she reached for it, wrapping the thick head in her small hand to feel the blood pounding crazily throughout the rubbery tip of the immense organ.
Sandy knelt down between Sue's wide-spread legs without making her lose hold of his throbbing giant cock. He leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of her slender shoulders, while she drew her knees up and locked them tightly around his narrow hips. He looked down between their bodies at her firm, pointed tits with the hardened pink nipples, across her flat white belly to the blonde fuzzy triangle of pubic hair just barely covering her narrow cunt slit. Sandy could see tiny drops of glistening moisture forming on the smooth soft mound. The sight of her pussy drove him wild, and he knew that she was going to be the best fuck he had ever had. No matter how much she begged, he would not cum until he had had enough of the beautiful, inviting cunt of hers.
Sue guided the thick swollen head of Sandy's giant cock down into the fuzzy mound of her hungry pussy. Almost as if to tease herself, she slowly ran the rubbery tip along the narrow slit, parting the smooth pink lips of her pussy. When she touched it to her clitoris, a wave of sensual pleasure flooded her brain, and she could wait no longer to have the fleshy monster inside her burning womb. She wiffled her round hips up beneath Sandy's loins to open her pussy as wide as she possibly could do. Then, arching her hips up slightly, she ran the rock-hard column slowly along the moist pink flesh to the ragged opening of her tight cuntal passage.
Sandy stayed poised above her, delightedly watching her furiously attempt to screw herself up onto his aching column. He felt the pressure in his balls building up with tremendous intensity, and he wanted to drive his thick cock deep into Sue's quivering belly in one great lunge. But he held back, watching her impassioned attempt to take in his hard, long rod.
Sue felt the grasping tightness of her throbbing twat resisting the huge swollen invader, and she reached with her hand to spread the lips out of the way. Suddenly the tip of hard flesh broke its way into the opening of her passage, and she jerked back from the pain of being so cruelly stretched.
"AAAAaaaggghh, you're big!" Sue moaned when Sandy pushed his long cock down a short distance into her steaming passage. Sue began to have doubts as to whether she could take the giant cock inside her belly.
Sandy couldn't wait any longer, and ramming forward with all his strength, he cruelly impaled Sue with his lust-driven cock, all the way to the hilt. Her legs kicked out straight from under his crashing weight, jerking futilely into the air.
"AAAAaaaaggghhh!" she screamed, the sudden, impalement pinning her down into the sofa. A sharp pain shot through her trapped body, and she couldn't move for fear that the huge rod would sink even deeper. She felt as if she was being torn apart, her body splitting halfway from the giant object that was buffeting into her body. It came so suddenly that she had her breath knocked out of her, and she gasped for air.
"OOOOOHHHHH, SAAANNNDDEEEE! Please take it EEEeeesssyyyy!" Sue pleaded, but the more she moved, it seemed, the deeper his hardened cock seemed to go in her.
He held still for her to get used to his giant member pushed deep inside her tight cunt. He looked down at the pink throbbing valley his fleshy rod was buried in to the hilt, and he could see his pubic hair wetly mingling with the blonde fuzziness of hers. The tight lips of her cunt were widely stretched around the dark thickness of the base of his cock, and it looked as though they might split apart at any moment. He liked the humiliating position he held her in beneath him.
After the initial shock and pain, Sue flexed the muscles in her cunt around the invading monster. She realized that each pressure she squeezed on it seemed to make it grow more and more. Somehow, she could feel every detail of the hard form inside her body as the nerves in her wet cunt transmitted responses to her muddled brain. Everything inside her was alive with passion, and became a part of her. She was its servant, and at its mercy. She could feel the sensation of Sandy's balls dangling against her wide-spread asshole, and the feel made her cunt contract over and over again.
Sandy waited for a moment, then, flexing his hard member repeatedly, he began a slow pressure against her upturned crotch so that Sue would be feeling the continuing throbbing of his cock. She lurched slightly from the pressure, and then she groaned from within deep inside her throat. Urgent answerin� throbs began around the thick head of his buried member, and rippled up the moist walls of her cunt, while her heavy breathing instantly volatilized the rhythm.
Sue could feel the tiny sensations of the jerking flesh rippling deep inside her quivering belly. The pain of his sudden entry was quickly consumed by the growing pleasure that spread throughout her entire passionate body like the endless rolling waves at waters' edge. The tiny sensation that began in her womb grew as it ran through her belly, up her thighs, through her legs, and into her twin mounds to the tips of her electrified pink little nipples. Slowly, she moved her bent hips up and down on the pulsating fleshy member, feeling the huge cock filling her crotch with every nerve in the smooth walls of her cunt.
Sandy looked down between their fused bodies, smiling at the sight of his rock-hard cock planted in the pink flesh of her screwing cooze. Without moving, he watched the ragged ridge of her cuntal opening fold out as she wetly slid down his hard long column. Then, slowly, her dilated cunt began working its way back up the thick shaft, inching along until the wide-spread lips flattened up hard against his crotch, taking the whole length of the giant rod slowly back into her tingling cunt. He could feel the contracting muscles hidden in her wet pussy pulling at the flesh of his rigid rod, and the gland head jerked deep in her womb in response. Sue reached up around his hips to hold her crotch tightly against his.
"Damn," Sue thought, "I've never had anything so big ... so wonderful!" Again, she rode up and down the hard slick cock, this time downward only until the huge swollen head remained inside her hungry cunt. Then she strained and wiggled against it as she pulled the hot rod deep into her warm, white belly. She could hear the sound of her pelvis bone thumping up against his matted pubic hair. She ran her tongue wetly across her red lips, as she began to work in hungry, sensuous abandon at the pleasure-giving instrument buried deeply in her flaming belly.
Sandy fought back the urge to let his white-hot cum fill her heaving belly, as his balls smacked against her little puckered asshole with each driving thrust. He just let her go wild with lust for his long hard cock. Her hungry gyrations became faster and faster as she frantically worked to absorb the hot fleshy column in her burning sucking womb.
"Oh, fuck it ... fuck it ... FUCK IT!" Sue gasped with each increasing thrust of her sawing wet cunt as it slid up and down the driving shaft. She was becoming animalistic in her mad frenzy as she bucked wildly against Sandy's swollen stick. Her clasping cunt riding up and down his long cock made Sandy crazy with her screwing actions. Her pleading words echoed throughout his head with resounding force, and he knew that she was about to burst. He could feel her straining as her liquid cunt sent rippling spasms along the length of his hard column. Sandy couldn't stand it any longer.
He had to give it to her, to fill her ready, heaving belly with his hot sticky liquid.
Suddenly, Sue slammed her hips up hard against his pelvis, burying his thick, long cock completely in her grinding hot cunt, and her flat white belly began to jerk uncontrollably. He could feel the hot juices of her throbbing twat begin flowing around his driving cock as she bucked hard against him again and again.
"I'm going to cum! Oh, God! I'm going to cum! UUUhhh! UUUggg! AAAgggghhhh!"
Sue screeched out her climax as she violently bucked and jerked uncontrollably on the hard hot cock. Wet white cum gushed out of her pumping pussy, covering thickly Sandy's pubic hair. It was too much! He couldn't resist the sensation burning at the very tip of his long cock a moment more. His balls exploded abruptly with his cum juice, and his long thick cock lurched crazily with cannon-like shots of tremendous splashed spurts of his hot sticky cum.
When the huge swollen head in her womb started firing out the hot liquid, Sue's mind whirled with electric sparking flashes of heat. It felt like she was pierced by the jabbing fluid, as it seemed to slam right through her womb into her heaving belly. She lurched up again and again, as her own hot cum oozed out around Sandy's hard, spitting prick, and ran thickly down the crevice of her wide-spread buttocks, covering his balls which were pressed hard against her puckered asshole. The entire area of their nakedly entwined loins were soaked with their hot sticky cum.
Sandy was out of his mind with the thrill of the wild girl beneath him sucking his cock deep into her burning pussy. He was being sucked bone-dry! It was like no girl he had ever had before, and his mind was only seeing his cum battering into her wonderful womb and tearing it apart. He lurched and shoved his spewing giant rod again and again into the wet burning cavern, pounding Sue down deep into the bouncing, soaked sofa. His mind kept ringing out the insane pleasures of the moment. What a fuck! What a fuck!
Sue's contracting cunt kept pulling at the long, hard rod of flesh to empty it of all the pleasure that it contained. Even after it had stopped spewing its cum she kept milking it for all the seminal fluid that ran slowly from its huge purple head. She wasn't about to let it out of her womb. She had endured its invasion of her pussy, and now it was a part of her. She freely rolled her head from side to side in a desperate effort to prolong the agonizing pleasure that it had given her. Then, Sandy fell heavily on top of her in a state of near-collapse, and she, too, could no longer keep the frenzy going. She had been fucked good, and she knew she was too exhausted to continue ... for the moment anyway.
They lay on the sofa, their heavy breathing drowning out all other sounds, as they tried to regain some strength and a little energy. But neither one had the desire to move an inch, and
Sandy's limp cock stayed buried inside the cum-drenched passage of Sue's battered cunt.
Several minutes later, Sandy raised himself up on his elbows, and he looked down at the relaxed face of an exhausted Sue. He had been more carried away than he could have imagined he ever would be, and he had to smile at the luck he felt at having found her earlier that day. That moment had made his whole summer.
"Wow!" Sue said finally, as Sandy backed away from her to withdraw his still-long cock from her soaked and sated pussy.
"You can say that again!" he replied.
"Wow!"
Sandy walked over to the bar and poured out two glasses of ice cold beer, then returned to hand one to Sue. She had twisted around into a sitting position on the springy sofa, her knees drawn up in front of her naked white body. She took the beer, smiling her thanks, and drank the whole glass down in several quick gulps.
"Thanks, that tasted good," she said, handing the empty glass back to Sandy. He was staring out toward the lake, however, and then he looked back at Sue.
"Your brother and my sister are tying the boat up at the dock, and it looks as though they're in a great hurry," Sandy announced, like a race-track narrator.
"Come on, let's hide and see what they're up to!" he playfully whispered to Sue, and she jumped up from the sofa and followed him as he ran out of the room. He stopped in a hallway and jumped back, catching Sue behind himself, just in time to see Jean holding her bikini top in her hand, leading Jay up the stairway to the upper floor. They were both moving quickly, and a large bulge was visible at Jay's crotch. Jean's large pointed tits bounced slightly as she ran up the stairs ahead of him.
"Well," Sandy whispered, after they were out of sight, "Looks like they got acquainted out on the lake," he added, smiling back at Sue. He winked at her, and nodded for her to follow him. Slowly, they walked up the stairway, and coming to the landing, Sandy moved off down the hallway to the right. Walking very slowly, he motioned Sue to follow, and she creeped down the hallway after him as she fought with herself to keep from giggling. As they came up to a doorway that was only partially closed, they could hear the panting voices of Jay and Jean.
Sandy and Sue looked through the open space to see Jean taking off her swimsuit bottom while Jay stood by her bed, watching. As her suit fell to the floor, Jean kicked it away from her feet and moved quickly toward Jay.
"Hurry, Jay!" she panted, and she literally ripped at Jay's swimsuit to remove it. Jay groaned out loud as his hard cock popped free of the tight trunks, and then he quickly pulled them the rest of the way off, as Jean was already fondling his erect cock. She fell backward on the bed, pulling Jay quickly with her, and she locked her long legs around him tightly in a scissor-like grip.
Sue could see that Jay was staring at the red mound covering of Jean's hungry cunt. Her little round buttocks was open wide in invitation to Jay's needs. Jay had a manly, controlled appearance that Sue had never seen in him before, and she was proud that he was so cool with Jean. Sue knew that she was going to get fucked really good.
"OOOooohhhh! Put it in me, Jay," Jean moaned as she tried to screw her tight cunt up onto Jay's throbbing column. Sandy and Sue could see his cock pressing against Jean's wet and waiting cunt opening as he hovered calmly above and between her wide-spread long legs. Jean's legs were drawn up, exposing her young smooth crotch to Jay's large lob, and also she was unknowingly giving a wonderful view to Sandy and Sue alike.
Sue felt a twinge in her belly when Jay's thick rod suddenly disappeared in the young, sparse pubic hair and slammed into Jean's tight wet cunt, and slid quickly all the way in, to the deepest depths of her hot little belly.
"AAAAHHHHH!" Jean yelped as her clasping cunt was filled with Jay's rock-hard flesh and the rubbery blood-filled head crashed hard into her cervix. Her fingernails made long red streaks down Jay's back.
Sue was staring at the spectacle in the bedroom, and she had nearly forgotten that Sandy was beside her watching, also, the same scene. But when Jay drove his long cock into Jean's hot raging pussy, Sandy reached around Sue's firm young buttocks and he jammed his middle finger up against her tiny puckered asshole. Sue nearly moaned out loud, as she felt his finger probing her little pink asshole, but she wriggled against it heavily as Sandy spread her cheeks wide to quickly pop his finger inside her tiny asshole.
Jay and Jean were so engrossed in their own fucking that they didn't hear Sue's cry as she felt Sandy's finger slipping up into her rectum. Jay was sawing his throbbing cock in and out of Jean's tight young pussy, causing them both to bounce on the springy wide bed while Jean bucked up into his every last downthrust. They didn't know anyone was watching, and they wouldn't have cared, had they known. They were both wild with lust after the long fondling session they had in the boat, and they both were near a climax already.
Sue began to stroke Sandy's long cock into hardness again, as she felt her belly ignite from the sensation of his finger in her asshole. She got down on all fours, still watching the scene on the bed, and she pulled Sandy down behind her upturned buttocks.
"Put it in me, Sandy, while we watch my brother fuck your sister," Sue whispered passionately over her shoulder. Sandy knelt down between her white spread-out thighs, and, pulling his finger from her asshole, he took his erect cock and guided it into Sue's still soaking twat. Sue shoved her hips back to meet his forward thrust, and his large lob sank all the way into her hot clasping cunt. Sandy could see her cheeks spread as his pelvis pressed against her buttocks, and seeing the tight pink asshole, he again shoved his finger up into her rectal passage. He began sawing his cock and finger out and into the twin passages in the same rhythm as Jay and Jean were fucking to on the bed in front of him. The whole spectacle of seeing his sister being fucked, while he was fucking into Sue, dog-fashion, made all the excitement of his previous overwhelming fucking return. His balls began tautening from the cum pressure within them.
Sue started sensuously grinding her hips back as she felt her cunt and asshole being buffetted by Sandy's long cock and finger. Her knees nearly lifted off the floor when he rammed the two separate intruding instruments into her belly. She was aflame with passion, and her eyes stayed fixed on her brother and Jean, who were nearly at the point of aiming together. Sue wanted to cum when Jay did, and she wiggled her buttocks backwards furiously around Sandy's hammering thrusts.
"OOOOOHHhhhh! OOOOhhhh! Now! Fill me! Fill me! AAAAaaaa, gggghhhh!" Jean screamed as Jay began to wildly spew out his hot cum into her exploding womb. They bounced and jerked crazily on the bed as they both began to cum, their bodies fused tightly in their mutual passions.
Sue felt the head of Sandy's cock suddenly expand up inside her belly, and she pushed hard back against it just as it started shooting cum deep up inside her womb again. Her slick cuntal walls rippled searingly down the entire length of his madly-jerking cock, and her own hot waves of cum gushed suddenly and forcefully around his thick driving rod.
"UUUUgggghhhh!" they all groaned together, as their bodies jerked in wild spasms of mutual joy. Jay and Jean were rolling insanely on the bed, their naked teenage bodies held tightly together in their showering passionate releases of hot gushing pleasure. Sandy's pelvis bucked hard against Sue's round white buttocks, as their mixed hot cum ran trickily down their tightly-mashed thighs in great splashes from her pink, spasmodically-contracting cuntal passage. They all continued their mutal releases until, finally, they completely collapsed into two twin heaps of exhausted satisfied flesh.
Later when Jay and Jean found out that Sue and Sandy had been watching them fucking, they all had a good laugh. They went down to the playroom and had a few beers and played some darts. They didn't put any clothes on and in no time at all they were all hot and bothered again. Both boys had superior hard-ons and both girls had cunts that were dripping and ready for anything. Before Jay and Sue left for home, both boys had their cocks sucked and both girls had their cunts licked. They were all sure of one thing ... this was going to be a long, hot summer. baggage.
The bellboy led them to their room, opened the door and stepped back so that they could enter first. Bea headed straight for the French doors that led to the terrace. She opened them and stepped out to take in the breath-taking view of the park from twenty stories up in the air. Since it was a relatively smog-free day she was treated to a beautiful sight. Bea turned and walked back into the room. She found that she was alone. Clara and the bellboy were in the bedroom.
Bea heard Clara's exclamation, "Oh, it's such a beautiful room." The bellboy's answer was not loud enough for Bea to make out what he said, and then even Clara's voice seemed to drop a decibel. The low murmur of their voices continued for a moment, "...and Bea heard a suitcase being put loudly on the shelf. Then there was no talk at all that she could hear. They were in the room an embarrasingly long time, it seemed, but then their voices were heard again, and both made their appearance in the front room." Clara's face looked flushed and Bea could have sworn that her skirt was twisted around slightly.
James had this smirk on his face. That and something else ... a slight redness on his lips and an undisguisable bulge along the inside of his right thigh. The latter was so plain that Bea could even see the outline of the coronal ridge separating the head of his prick from the trunk.
He stepped to the door, nodded again, and prepared to leave.
"Just a minute," Bea snapped. "I believe we forgot to tip you."
"The other lady has already taken care of that," he said.
"Yes, well I feel I would like to pay my share as well." Bea opened her purse. She deliberated about tipping him a dollar, and then seeking some sort of vengeance, smiled patronizingly again and pulled out a dime. "Here you are ... boy."
James glanced down at the coin. A look of anger flashed across his black face but it was so quickly suppressed that Bea was not really sure she had seen the expression at all. Then he smiled, took the profferred coin, and bowed. "Madam is most generous," he said.
The moment he disappeared out the door, Clara spun on her and demanded, "Alright. What is wrong? I've never seen you like this. Why ... why, you were actually rude to him."
"I didn't like his smirking face, for one thing. He looked at us as though we were a couple of whores checking in for the convention crowd."
"Oh, now, Bea! Be sensible. You're just on edge. After all," she added, and rolled her eyes suggestively, "your husband left you up in the air again last night."
Bea decided to drop the matter. She shrugged. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. He's just a creep, that's all."
Clara held out her hand full length, inspecting her fingernails. She answered, almost too casually, "Oh, I wouldn't ... ah ... say that. As a matter-of-fact, he seems quite a nice young man."
"Okay ... okay. Let's forget it. What say we get some lunch and then go shopping."
"That's the girl," Clara said, enthusiastically. "I'm going to wash my face, run a comb through my wiggie ... and away we go."
It was while Bea was washing her face and repairing her makeup that she suddenly began thinking about the bellboy again. What had made her so angry? She thought it all through and finally had to admit to herself that the main reason was her embarrassment when he had caught her looking at the bulge in his pants. That was it! That was the only explanation. As she stared in the mirror and slowly drew her lipline with the lipstick brush, she found herself wondering about that black cock. She had never realized they would be that large. Why ... why ... it must be at least eight or nine inches long ... when it's soft. What would it be if it were fully erected? Bea shuddered, and not even she knew if it was a shudder of revulsion ... or excitement.
* * *
James had been standing in the corridor outside the closed door-ostensibly checking key and lock-when he heard the voices of the women behind the suite door. He straightened in anger when the redhead's voice came clearly, "He's a creep."
Viciously, James swung his luggage cart in a 47 half-circle and started toward the elevators. "A creep am I? Well, we'll see about that Miss Big-Tits. About midnight tonight you're going to be crawling on your hands and knees to me, begging to be fucked." He shook his head, mumbling to himself at the lack of candor in some women. The redhead had been fascinated-damn near hypnotized-by the sight of his cock in his pants. Most women reacted that way; that's why they went absolutely apeshit on television over that English singer who managed to split his trousers every once in a while ... and that's why James, himself, had spent a little extra time at the tailors. Christ, didn't women go to the dressmaker and have their dresses pulled tight across the bodice so their tits would show off to better advantage? Well, why not men ... as long as they had something to show.
As for the other doll! She had practically raped him in the bedroom. Now, there was a woman who appreciated good cock. He came to a complete stop and his eyes widened as a sudden thought came to him. Jesus, you don't suppose the redhead is a les? He pondered the question and then snickered. Fat chance! There was a certain look in her eyes; he'd seen it hundreds of times. She was just as cock hungry as the black -haired doll. Maybe more so, because she obviously was an "uppity bitch"-the kind that seemed to think that men should come crawling to her and ask very nicely. "Fuck her," James said. "We'll see just how 'uppity' she is after she gets eleven fat inches of black cock shoved deep into that squirming little cunt."
The elevator came and James slipped his luggage cart inside. He was alone as the cage moved down. He thought again about the black -haired doll. She would go along with anything he wanted to do. That had been definitely decided before he left her bedroom. He went over it again, thinking of her luscious body in the mini swaying sensuously in front of him as he put her baggage away. He had deliberately put the one suitcase on the high shelf, knowing that by stretching upward the outline of his prick was unmistakable.
She had seen it, just as the redhead had, but this one had more effrontery. She actually kept staring at it even after he had put the suitcase away and was standing in front of her waiting for dismissal. Her eyes slowly moved along the length of it, traveling slowly like the spotlight on a performer. And it was she who asked, almost breathlessly, "What is that you have in your pocket?"
"We don't have pockets in our uniform, Ma'am," he answered, fighting the urge to add, "you know fucking well, sister, what it is." Instead, he looked down toward his shoes as if he didn't understand. "What do you mean?" The instincts of a natural born cocksman, well-trained-plus old-fashioned common sense-told him that she was becoming completely aroused by the thought of what he had confined in his pants. She wouldn't be the first broad to proposition him before he left the room-not by a long sight. As a matter-of-fact, there were even women guests whom he had never met before in his life who asked for him by name, each of them referred by some other satisfied customer. It was really amazing, all things considered, women were just as horny as men ... even more so at times, especially when they were away from home. And there was something about the thought of an eleven inch prick that drove even the most aloof nearly mad with curiosity and longing.
He wasn't too surprised then when the raven-haired doll said, "Well, if you don't have pockets, what's this then?" She grinned impudently and reached over to gently run the tips of her fingers over the length of the bulge. It jerked against the touch.
The doll batted her eyes in mock dismay. "That's a billy club that you have in your pants."
"That's no billy club," James smiled, "That's just my little old cock."
"That's not such a little cock," Clara mewed, as she continued to stroke it.
"I'd take it out and show it to you now," James said, "But I don't think that your friend would appreciate it."
"Oh fuck!" Clara hissed. "I promised her that I wouldn't fuck around if she came shopping with me. If I had known that I was going to meet someone with a cock as big as yours I would never have made a promise like that."
James reached out and began to stroke Clara's tit. "I might be able to arrange something so that she would release you from that promise."
"What do you mean?" Clara asked, as she stepped in closer to the black bellboy's body and tried to press her cunt up against his encased but slowly elongating prick.
"I could set her up with a date and if he could get into her pants then you wouldn't have to keep your promise to her." James leaned forward and planted a big french kiss on Clara.
When they finished swapping spits Clara said, "Baby, if you can do that, I'll suck the piss out of your cock."
James ran his hand under Clara's mini-skirt and rubbed his finger over her cunt lips. "But ... suppose she doesn't like the guy I pick?" he asked.
"Well for Pete's sake! That's his problem, wouldn't you say? I mean, I can't guarantee anything about Bea. She's a sweet kid."
"I'm not looking for a guarantee-only your word that she won't refuse to have a drink with him, to talk with him ... maybe dinner."
"Oh, that! I'll take care of that." Clara glanced shrewdly at him. "Anything else, tnough, is strictly between your friend and Bea.....and I wouldn't be too optimistic if I were him. Bea doesn't play around."
James had wheeled his luggage cart back into the sitting room, and it was then-with the insulting offer of a ten-cent tip-that he almost blew the entire deal. He actually had to fight the urge to slap the piss out of the redhead when she put on her high-and-mighty act and handed over the dime. He had wanted to tell her that she could shove that dime up her ice cold ass ... or better yet, to bend over and he'd kick it up there for her.
Instead, though, he regained his poise and left the suite. His composure left him again when he heard her call him a creep. And now, riding down in the elevator, he suddenly straightened up and laughed as an idea came to him. He thought about it. There was no reason why it shouldn't work, providing someone could get the redhead half-lushed, get her warmed up, get her motor running. And then charge admission to see her fucked shitless by him! It had worked several times before-always with a whore who split the profits with him-but never before with a society cunt. Goddamn, yes! It would work! And he could probably cram twenty guys in there at twenty bucks a piece. He'd show them something they had never seen before, and something they would never see again.
The cage stopped at the third floor where the conventioneers had set up a bar and message center. There were two men in particular he was looking for; he spotted one of them almost immediately at the bar. James parked his luggage cart out of the way, went over to the bar, and said, "Mr. Stoner. May I see you a moment?"
The man, about forty-five, balding, with an already well-developed paunch, smiled knowingly at the bellboy. He backed away from the bar and jerked his head over toward the window. Stoner looked down at the end of the bar and called out to a crew cut, broad-shouldered, younger man, "Hey, Jess. Come here."
The younger man immediately joined them, smiling expectantly.
"You got the puss -lined up, have you, boy?" Stoner asked, all the while savagely chewing on his cigar.
"Maybe."
"What do you mean 'maybe'?" Stoner demanded.
"They're a couple of society gals from the Island, here on a shopping trip ... without their husbands. They're agreeable to having a drink and, if you like, dinner with you. From that point on, it's strictly your show."
Stoner and Jess exchanged dubious glances. James continued, shrugging. "They're both lookers. One has black hair with a movement you can't believe, the other a redhead with a body that just won't stop. But if you want hookers, just say the word. I can get hookers anytime! I think you're making a mistake, though. These are both high type broads, and I got a feeling they are both here for reasons other than shopping. As a matter-of-fact, I'm positive they're both here looking for a little entertainment ... in bed."
"What makes you so damned sure they put out?" Stoner growled.
James shrugged. "They will. The redhead will have to be handled very carefully. Nothing crude.
Watch your language in the beginning. And no fast moves ... just slow and easy. Let her make the first move. And she will; she's hot for some cock right now, but she just doesn't know it. Give her a few drinks, some intelligent conversation, maybe dinner ... and she's yours."
Jess butted in, "Not his-mine! I dig redheads."
Stoner took his cigar out of his mouth and critically inspected the frayed end. "Hell, it doesn't matter. You fuck the redhead, I fuck the black head," he laughed, "then we switch." Finally reaching some decision, he reached into his pocket and carefully counted out three twenty-dollar bills. "You know," he said in warning and narrowed his eyes at James, "if they don't fuck ... or if they do fuck and I wind up in five days with a dripping faucet, I'm coming after you with my friends in the white hooded robes. I'll get my sixty bucks back, plus the cost of my penicillin shots, plus about say ... ah ... sixy dollars of hide out of you."
"Mr. Stoner! Have I ever given you a bum steer before?" James asked, quickly plucking the money from the outstretched hands.
"No, son. I got to give you credit for that. The Poon Tang has always been good, even though sometimes it's a bit on the amateurish side."
"Well, like I said, if it's hookers you want...."
"No ... no. Just nice next-door neighbor sort of girls."
Jess added quickly, "Who fuck like rabbits." 54
"Yeh, man," Stoner snorted and put the cigar stub back in his mouth. Almost immediately he removed it again and downed the contents of the cocktail glass he had carried with him. "Okay, son. Now how do we work this deal." Then his face lit up in a lewd grin of anticipation. "By God, you know something, I never have fucked a high society broad before. I'm sort of looking forward to it."
James relaxed. The first part of the deal was set. The rest would be no trouble at all. He would have the girls meet the bible sellers in the hotel bar at six-thirty. Cleo, the little cocktail girl who would do anything for him, would make sure she waited on the table. Everything served to the men would be weak singles, everything to the redhead almost triples, and each drink would contain a small dose of the Dominican root Pago Palo, which would increase her sexual appetite while preventing her from reaching a climax. The effects of the drug would last for four hours, but she would be okay when he got to her. If they went to dinner, the wine would be with the compliments of the wine steward who owed James a couple of favors. The redhead would get special attention and her glass would always be filled. And then, the action would move upstairs to the old sack where she would get laid by Jess ... and the "show" could start about midnight. Tony, another bellman, would sell the tickets. It was perfect, foolproof. And if he didn't clear-after expenses-at least one grand, he would be surprised. There might even be more, depending how the redhead held out. He might even invite the spectators to have a go at her snooty little snatch providing they had the dough and didn't mind sloppy seconds.
The dining room was swirling around and around-like a whirlpool threatening to suck her into its depths. As long as her eyes were open, she felt a nausea which was causing her stomach to churn.
My God, how did I get so drunk so fast, Bea thought. It must be from lack of sleep last night. She had been extremely careful not to drink any more than Clara, feeling instinctively that she must remain on guard with those two strange men. It wasn't that they weren't personable enough. For that matter, Jess was kind of cute in a college athelete sort of way. And there was no denying that Stoner was entertaining; he told fascinating stories. But she could no longer concentrate on them. Her head was spinning. She had to get back to her room. She tried to stand ... she almost fell ... Jess said he would help her to the room.....good old Jess.....he took her to the room and helped her get to the bedroom ... she flopped on her back onto the bed ... what was wrong with her? ... Jess's face seemed to be coming closer ... it was going out of focus ... everything was spinning ... suddenly she opened her eyes and found herself kissing a strange man. She jerked away from him. "No," she said loudly, her eyes staring wildly about as though she were some frightened cow ready to stampede.
"Hey, what's wrong," Jess said, genuine puzzlement in his voice.
Now his face was going out of focus again. She remembered. This was Jess. Her good trustful friend, Jess, who was kind enough to leave the dining room to make sure she got upstairs okay. She smiled drunkenly, "Hel ... lo ... Jess."
"Hello," he said, reaching out for her. This time he was not quite so gentle. His tongue forced its way between her lips and Bea, feeling a strange and complete abandonment, kissed him back just as savagely. His hands caressed the half-parenthesis of her left hip, and she found some life returning to her numb body. She realized he had taken her hand and put it in his lap. She felt a warm shaft of flesh. For a moment she didn't know what it was, then knew. It was his prick! She tried to figure out how it had escaped his pants. Her hand tightened around it and began making little stroking motions in time to the spinning room. A groan of delight croaked out of Jess's throat, and the sound made Bea pleased to know that her friend was happy. The motion of the spinning room and the movement of her hand up and down on that fleshy pole mesmerized her and she began once again to drift off. She was only vaguely aware that someone was fumbling at her garters and was attempting to slide her panties down over her hips. Obediently, she lifted her hips to assist. Now the hands had unzipped the back of her dress and she felt the cool air hit the bare flesh of her back and shoulders. A moment later, her tits were freed from the bra.
There's a mouth there. Someone is sucking on my tits. Ummmm. It feels s-oooo gooooood! His hands down there, pulling my legs apart. Ohhhhh, Beautiful ... exquisite ... yes ... yes ... rub my clit. Oh, bite my tit and rub my clit ... bite my tittie and rub-a-dub-dub my clit.
It was the drunken repetition of the rhyme that shocked Bea back' to the danger she was facing. She shook her head in bewilderment and sat half-upright. She was nude! And the man-Jess!-he was nude, too. His cock was erect and throbbing, only inches from her face. "My God ... no!" Bea said, quickly scrambling to her feet where she swayed drunkenly. She looked around, unmindful of her nudity. "Clara," she called loudly, and then made a move toward the other room.
"I wouldn't go in there, if I were you," Jess said. "Come back here."
Bea tried to put her hands on her hips ... and missed. Her shoulder slumped and she staggered. She drew herself up to her full height, tits stretched out proudly, and said, "I can go in there if I want."
She walked unsteadily across the room and down the small corridor leading to Clara's bedroom. Even before she reached the open door, she could hear loud gasping moans coming from within. And then, when she stepped into the room and saw the lewd spectacle in front of her, the alcoholic vapors left her mind momentarily.
There on the bed, her mouth open laxly and her eyes closed in rapture, was Clara. The man called Stoner, his white buttocks shining in contrast to his hirsute back and legs, was lying between Clara's thighs. Her legs were tightly wrapped around his hips.
He's fucking her! My God ... he's fucking her! And she's loving it. Loving it from an absolute stranger.
Bea was transfixed. Try as she may, she could not take her eyes off the couple on the bed. She could plainly see the brown puckered little assholes of both Clara and Stoner. And she could see Stoner's thick white whang-shining with the lubricant from Clara's cunt-slipping wetly in and out of the black fur-lined slit. And even as Bea watched, feeling a growing excitement that she didn't understand, Clara was reaching for a climax. Her body lifted up off the bed, her legs kicking out wide, and she wailed, "Stoney ... Stoney ... I'm cumming, baby ... fuck harder! FUCK HARDER! Aiiieeeeee, I'm cumming." Bea watched the throes of her friend on the bed. She waited-almost breathless-not realizing for a moment that what she was waiting for was Stoner's climax. She found she wanted to see that-to see the completion. But Stoner wasn't cumming; he merely slowed down his movements until Clara caught her breath and then, climbing higher on her body, began fucking his indestructible hardness into the bubbling cauldron of her open twat again.
Bea was so entranced by the salacious scene that she wasn't aware that the other man called Jess had come up behind her. Her first knowledge of it was when his hot throbbing prick slid brazenly down the cleft of her ass and began making gentle little sawing motions between the cheeks of her buttocks and her upper thighs. She closed her eyes. She liked it.
Admit it, Bea. You want to be fucked too. You ... want ... to ... be ... fucked ... just like Clara is being fucked. You can't help yourself. You're only human. You need it just like Jess needs it. You've been married four years and never really been fucked.
If there was any doubt about it before, there was none now as she felt the man's sure capable hands snake around her hips from behind and then one outstretched middle finger begin its maddening back and forth movement along the entire length of her cuntal opening. His other hand had clasped itself on her tit and was gently manipulating nipple and mound. She turned in his arms so they were face to face, and she felt his hardened prick wet at the end and pressing teasingly against her belly. Her hand moved down between their bodies and she grasped the warm living projection of his manhood and bent it downward slightly so that it was pushing against her twat lips. He immediately began grinding it in and out between her legs, while they kissed.
Bea had become so aroused now that she couldn't contain herself any longer. With a gasp, she drew herself away from him and took his hand, pulling him out of the room and down the corridor toward her own bedroom. She closed the door behind them, and then simply gave herself to him. "Fuck me," she said gutturally. "Treat me like you would any common street whore."
Bea really didn't know what was happening to her. She knew she was terribly aroused sexually, but there seemed to be something else wrong. Maybe it was the alcohol, she felt as though her mind simply wouldn't stay in one place. Once, when she had taken a sleeping pill and then had to get up unexpectedly an hour later, she had felt this way.
Jess wrapped his arms around her body and pushed her backward until her knees came in contact with the bed. She fell on it, her legs wantonly spread in a figure of total abandonment. "Fuck me," she drooled. "Oh, God, fuck me quick!"
Jess stared down at her. Now that she seemed to have slightly sobered, she was hot as a firecracker. For a few moments there earlier, he thought he had come up a cropper, that even though old Stoner was going to get his kicks, he-Jess-would go without dessert. Right now, though, as he gazed down at her, he once again shook his head at his good fortune. She was easily the most beautiful and best built woman he'd ever had ... and there had been hundreds and hundreds. She seemed so ... so ... he looked for a word, then decided it was "nice."
"Hurry," she said, and hunched her pelvis up at him in lewd invitation.
Then Jess did something he had only done once or twice before in his life with a woman he wasn't sure of and hadn't met before; he went down on her!
With the first touch of his lips against her cunt, Bea began mewling. "Good ... oh, good. Go on ... go on."
Jess had never seen a pussy so eatable before. The full engorged cuntal lips were the color of summer's first plums; and they shone with the dew of her excitement. He used his thumb and forefinger to peel the lips back and saw the beautiful clitoris-almost the same color as the full, red plums he had eaten as a kid-shyly come into view. His tongue flickered out and quivered against it like the rapidly fanning wings of a hummingbird before a feeder. Then, hearing her muffled scream of ecstasy, he went to work with his tongue. He drove it inward between the sweet folds of the cunt and felt them give way before him. Even with his tongue he could tell she was tight, that she was-to all intents and purposes-relatively unfucked. The thought goaded him and he began using his tongue first as a prick driving in and out, then as a vibrator moving the entire length of the slit. He deliberated, and then paused only a second before putting his hands under her hips and lifting her firm, rounded buttocks up off the bed. His new target-the tiny, defenseless little asshole-was puckering and unpuckering like a fish feeding in water. He drove his tongue through the tight, rubbery resistance of this new opening.
"Aaaaggggh, God!" Bea's voice was completely unrecognizable. Her face was twisted in a grotesque mask of lust. Her senses, for the most part, had returned to her now. She knew a stranger was tongue-fucking her and would soon be cock-fucking her, but she didn't care. She loved it. Wanted more! All she wanted was to cum. An intolerable pressure had begun to build up within her abdomen. She felt she had never before been so aroused; she felt as if she could never get relief. She sobbed for it, reached for it ... but it was an elusive grayness that never materialized.
Jess was beginning to get tongue-weary. He had been licking and sucking away for at least five minutes. Always before he had made women cum within two or three minutes. To all intents and purposes, however, it seemed that the only thing he had been able to accomplish was to turn her furnace up higher. Finally, his tongue aching from its unaccustomed work, he drew his face away from her cunt and began to lick his way up her belly to her tits.
"Don't wait," Bea hissed. "Fuck me now! Shove your cock up my cunt and fuck me hard and fast!"
That was exactly what Jess had in mind when he stopped sucking Bea's cunt. He got between her legs, placed his cock at her cunthole and rammed it in to the hilt.
Bea's ass began bouncing on the bed as though she had a burr up her ass. It was all over for Jess as his buttocks began jerking involuntarily, and the first spurts of the white hot cum juice began spewing into the wildly moving target.
Bea kept punching her pelvis up and down even after Jess had rolled off with a weary sigh.
Beside her, Clara heard Stoner's low growl, "I'm going to try a little of that." His cock, which had swollen to new life as he watched the scene on the bed, throbbed with a grand vitality.
"No ... you can't," Clara began, and then immediately shut up when she saw the angry look on the bible salesman's face. Instinctively, Clara knew there was something wrong about Bea; that the redhead had to be protected, if, indeed, it weren't already too late. This wasn't Bea, her friend, on the bed. This was someone else ... and she began wondering if perhaps they had been given a drug or something. But then that was impossible, she thought, after all, I'm okay, I think. She watched, incapable of further protest, as the hulking figure of Stoner climbed up on the bed between her lewdly writhing girl friend's legs. Clara saw Bea's eyes open in recognition and a sudden look of fright and distress cross her face, but her guttural croak of lust gave lie to the frightened expression, "Fuck me ... make me cum."
"Don't worry, little lady. Old cunthound Stoner has got the thing that'll cure what ails you. I'm going to make you cum until your eyeballs roll right out of your head. You ready?"
"Oh, God, yes. Do it now."
Grinning down at her, Stoner fumbled with his prick, deliberately sliding it up and down the cummoistened lips until Bea was writhing again in an agony of impatience. Then, knowing she was filled with Jess's cum and so well-lubricated that it would be impossible to hurt her, Stoner savagely lunged forward driving his burgeoning prick deep, deep, deep down through the hot layers of flesh and nerves and muscle into the very heart of the hungrily grasping pussy.
"Aaaaagggghh ... yes!" Bea screamed, and then unaccountably began to weep. She felt his long hard cock punching away at her-felt her body responding down there to his invasion-felt every muscular ridge on the trunk of the prick and felt the huge throbbing head scraping against her cervix. She felt it all ... felt her own heat growing until it seemed she would suddenly ignite in one blistering flash of spontaneous flame ... but the one thing she wanted most to feel was denied her. She felt no relief. "Make me cum," she screamed, and it was a message from nerves that seemed tortured beyond endurance.
"Deeper," she cried, and Stoner groaned in pain when her fingernails cruelly grasped his buttocks and dug into a depth where they drew blood. She pumped her pussy up and down on his thick white piston as though some fragile mechanical governor had broken and a machine was running full-speed, overloaded, about to explode in a deadly shower of broken parts.
Bea's explosion didn't come, but Stoner's did. "Too much, baby. Too much!" he groaned, and Bea shrieked in frustrated anger as she felt his cock blow up inside her.
My God. My God. My God. What has happened to me. Please ... isn't there something I can do. My heart is about to pump right out of my body.
She felt the coolness of the air hit her sweat streaked body as Stoner pulled his flaccid cock out and then moved away from her shaking his head.
"She's insatiable," he said. "A goddamned nympho."
"No," Clara said angrily. "No. There's something wrong with her." She went forward solicitously and asked. "Bea, honey. Are you all right? Can I get you anything?" Bea blinked up at her. "I'm so ashamed. I want to die. What's wrong?" And Clara, like most females, felt the tears of sympathy welling up in her own eyes. She was also frightened, and already blaming herself.
"I can't cum. I'm about to die."
Helpless, Clara looked around. "What shall I do," she whispered to Stoner. "Honey ... it's going to take the whole damned navy to put out that blaze," he said wearily. "Jesus."
"Jess?"
Jess was staring down at the redhead in complete bewilderment. He rnerely shook his head, looking unsure of himself and a little ashamed. "I can't do her any good."
She heard another man's laughter, the gasp of surprise, then the barely recognizable voice. "Madam called?"
Through tear-dimmed eyes she saw him then, standing nude and satanic by the door. The black bellboy ... James! His erection, like the scepter of a king, stood out royally in front of him.
It was Stoner who said it, awe in his voice and a disbelieving expression on his face, "Good Christ! Look at that horse cock. Why, boy, that must be at least...."
"Eleven inches, sometimes more," he said proudly.
Clara, feeling faint, was glad she was surrounded by Stoner and Jess. No woman could ever take anything that big. He would split her apart-rip her as though she had given breech birth to an elephant, punch right through the membranal wall of her uterus and come out her throat.
"Help me ... please," Bea moaned like a female cat in heat.
"Madam must say what she wants." James said, smirking, feeling now the first taste of victory.
"Fuck me ... oh, God. Fuck me. Make me cum...."
Clara had something akin to terror on her face but she still bravely stepped forward and tried to protect Bea. "No, you can't. You'll kill her."
The black youth stared sardonically at her.
"No woman has ever died from fucking, madam."
Clara turned back to Bea, moving sinuously-weaving like a snake-on the bed. "You don't know what you're saying," she said.
"I do. I do. Go away. Leave me alone," Bea cried wildly, then turned to James. "Fuck me."
"I will my little pigeon, but first...." he nodded toward the door, and told Stoner and Jess, "take this lady back to her bedroom. Keep her there or I shall leave."
Stoner looked for a second as if he were going to retort, but then shaking his head mournfully, he took Clara's arm and led her, still protesting, out of the room. After a moment's indecision, a dejected Jess went with them.
James waited until they were in the other bedroom, then opened the door to the corridor. Tony was waiting just outside. "Everything okay?" the older bellhop whispered.
The black youth grinned. "Bring them in. The show is about to begin."
From down the hallway, slowly in groups of two and three, about twenty men began converging on the suite. Some of them-having paid fifty dollars extra-were even carrying cameras.
* * *
Most of them were almost reverently silent as they filed into the sitting room of the suite; a couple snickered coarsely, and more than one was obviously self-conscious. One and all, they had come to see a "fuck show." None of them believed Tony's description of the girl. He had said she was "real class stuff, a beautiful high-society broad up here for a little fun." That had to be sucker talk; the girl was probably some old bag of a whore with sagging pussy lips and color and shape of a raw pig's liver, with a fat streaked belly and pendulous tits. They had been told they must stand in the shadows by the bar and remain absolutely quiet, make no comments until after the man started fucking the girl. This, they had been told, was because the girl did not know they were there. They did not believe this, either. Finally, they had been told that the male had a twelve-inch cock. Sure he has, they thought derisively. But their curiosity was piqued. They paid the admission price of fifty-dollars. And, miraculously enough, everything that had been said was the truth. When it was over, near dawn, they went their separate ways ... and not a single one of them would ever forget the show. Years later, they were to talk about it-in hushed and awed tones-in lonely camps in the frozen Yukon, on the high rocky slopes of the Andes, and on the wind-swept tundras....
The Pago Palo had done its work well, James thought, as he gazed down at the tearfully pleading figure of the redhead begging him for sexual release. He watched her closely. Her reactions appeared almost normal, and it was obvious that the drug-used originally by the Indians in their religious ceremonies-was wearing off. She would cum if he worked at it, and he knew from past experience that when she finally came it would blow her mind for hours. For a brief moment he felt pity for her. She was so beautiful, and he had a feeling that her bitchy behavior earlier in the day was caused more by embarrassment than by natural temperament. His pity evaporated almost immediately as he thought of the thousand-dollars already collected for the show. He walked over alongside the bed, where Bea's head was lolling from side to side, a grimace of real pain on her face, as she used her own fingers to savagely fingerfuck her unresponsive pussy.
"Madam," he said, "open your eyes."
Her breath coming in panting shudders, Bea did as she was told. Above her head, less than six inches away, the man's mammoth prick throbbed as though it were reverberating to some far-off drumbeat coming from the very heart of hell. Her throat was so constricted with unfulfilled lust, that her voice sounded like the croak of a raven. "Fuck me ... please ... oh, God ... put me out of my misery. Fuck me...."
"All right," he said. "But first you must moisten my cock with your tongue. Open your mouth."
An immediate flood of shame and revulsion inundated Bea's mind. I can't, she silently screamed. I can't do that. Please don't make me do that. Her eyes looked up beseechingly at him, but there was no mercy on that black satanic face. Inside her, she felt the walls of restraint and self-respect crumbling like sand castles against the tidal wave of her own passion. She closed her eyes tightly and opened her mouth, a look of revulsion on her face.
"Open your eyes, Madam," the soft voice came again. "You must see what you are doing."
With a final shudder of defeat, her eyes flicked open. There it was. The ebony shaft of flesh and muscle. She could see the veins on it, could see the testicles drawn up into the scrotum like two wheels on the side of a long-barrelled field artillery piece, could see ... oh, God! the oozing white viscous seepage of cum juice already coming from the head of the glans. She wanted to run to the window and leap. She wanted to grab a broomstick and shove it-all of it into her own cunt-she wanted to die! Anything but this. Anything, but don't make me do this. And even as the words were echoing through her own mind, she found her head moving forward, her mouth opening.
The cock moved away at the approach of her mouth.
"Wha ... what?" she stammered, looking up at the cruelly grinning face of her master.
"Wait," he ordered. Then, taking his prick in hand, he moved it toward her lips. "Open just a little," he demanded. Like some mindless zombie, Bea ob-eyed. James then took the oozing head of his cock and used it like lipstick to smear the seminal fluid around her lips. They shone in the half-light of the bedroom. "Now lick your lips."
Bea closed her eyes and, with a grimace, did as she was told. The faintly saline, alien taste seemed to overpower all other tastes in her mouth. She swallowed noisily as the dry spittle went down her throat. Upon command. "Open your mouth and start sucking," she did as ordered. She felt the heat of his black cock against her lips, could feel it throbbing against the roof of her mouth. It filled her there completely. "Suck!"
Bea made a vacuum of her mouth and did as instructed. Never before had she felt so debased, so defenseless against the perverted desires of this man ... and her own traitorous body whose wantonness had betrayed her. She sucked, and now she began to feel some forbidden pleasure in the act. It was igniting new fires in her desolate pussy, but that was unimportant! She liked this.
The bellboy stood above her, feeling a genuine delight as the soft oval of her mouth covered the head of his cock. Her mouth felt warm and buttery. Another time, another situation, and he would have had her blow him until he spewed his cum all the way down into her proud little belly. She obviously had never done anything like this before, because she didn't seem to really know what was involved. Still, though, she seemed to have a natural talent ... he flexed his ass muscles and made his cock jerk in her mouth as he felt her tongue lick hesitantly at the underside. He glanced 'lown at his watch. It had been three minutes. Time enough for the spectators to get settled in the shadows in the sitting room. Now, all he had to do was convince her to come in ... and that would be no problem at all.
"Enough," he said, and pulled his cock from her mouth. Was it his imagination, or did she seem reluctant to let it go? Quickly he reached down and pulled her fingers from her own twat; when she fought to return them, he simply said, "Stop that. I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to let you cum."
"Oh, yes ... please ... pul-eeezzz. Hurry." She ground her pelvis lewdly up and down several times.
Bea no longer cared about anything but the insertion of that prick into her pussy. The man's perverted request to suck his cock had broken what few moral restraints she had left; all she wanted now was release. She realized her feet were almost under her buttocks as she sought to push her pussy up, up, up toward relief.
James knelt between her legs. He put the head of his cock against the velvet softness of her pubic hair and pussy lips. Jess and Stoner's jism still glistening between her thighs didn't bother him; she was just that much more lubricated. The girl reached up and locked both hands around his waist and sought to pull him into her, but the bellhop braced his hands against the mattress and fought her. "I am the master. You will do as I say."
"Yes ... yes ... anything, but pul-eeezzz hurry!"
"Repeat it. I am the master."
"You are the master. You are the master.
Bea couldn't believe the incredible sensations washing over her. Before, when the other two men ... God! Did I really permit those two strangers to fuck me? Did I? And now, a third stranger? What's wrong with me? Have I gone mad? She went back to the thought: Before, when Jess and Stoner had fucked me, it was as though I had been given a shot of novacaine in my nerves, deadening me so that all I could feel was the act and excitement and the build-up of my orgasm-but never any relief. She knew now, though, that she could climax by this man. She knew it beyond a doubt. And knowing it, she greedily began trying to bring her clitoris in contact with that powerful godlike rod of pleasure.
The bellboy let her strive for about forty seconds, watching her tits and throat carefully. Her breath was now a rasping hollow noise. Her body movements became more sure of themselves and he felt her cuntal muscles begin a gentle trembling. When he saw the first strawberry mottling of her tits, he knew she was within a minute of reaching a climax. Quickly then, without warning, he pulled his cock with a wet, sucking sound from her eagerly quivering pussy.
"What ... what are you doing? Don't! You can't ... cannnn...." she stuttered like someone with a bad speech impediment. An immediate flow of tears began and she opened her mouth to scream, when James snapped. "Shut up!"
Bea's mouth clamped close. Her body was wracked with sobbing shudders.
"Now listen carefully. I shall not repeat it. I know you want to cum. I can make you cum. No one else can." The words were droned hypnotically. "You are to come to me by the fireplace. You must crawl the entire distance. I will be there." He saw her eyes were closed, but she was listening. "Open your eyes. That's better. This, too, will be waiting for you. See it ... is it not nice?" He stroked his prick a couple of times and then danced back from the bed as she reached for it. "I will be waiting. If you want to cum ... you must come to me ... crawling."
"Please ... don't be so cruel. Now ... do it now."
"Crawl." The word was in itself a sentence handed down from the highest tribunal-a sentence from which there would be no further appeal.
Sobbing, Bea watched him walk out of the room. Oh, god ... Bea have you lost your mind, the silent voice scrdamed. Don't go in there. Don't crawl to any man. It would be better if you crawled to the window there and slipped over the edge. Have you no decency ... no self respect? No shame? And a shrill voice of reason screamed back at the other part of her mind. "I have nothing but need."
She slipped from the bed and got on her hands and knees. She felt the rough pile of the wool carpeting against her bare knees and the palms of her hands. Then her body was moving-crawling awkwardly-toward the waiting black youth ... and welcome relief.
And this is the story they would tell during those lonely nights far away from civilization-and this is what they would fantasize as they sought relief using their own cold hand in place of a warm woman's body-and this is what they would always remember. They had expected something sleazy, something fairly stomach turning, something that was an unintentional cheap parody of the greatest thing a man and woman could do together. What they saw was a ballet of physical love, and it was beautiful in its sensuality.
The man-boy had come into the center of the light by the fireplace and he was beautiful in the flush of youth and power, for there was strength in his shoulders, strength in his thighs ... but the real strength obviously resided in his black cock which was close to a foot in length.
The woman, God was there ever such a woman before, had crawled-yes! crawled-into the room. Her long red hair had fallen over her shoulders and almost dragged on the floor, and through the strands of hair you could occasionally glimpse the tits like golden melons of the sun swaying to and fro as she crawled. Her passion-filled eyes were as smoky as the high Sierras before winter's first storm moves in. Her buttocks was as white and perfect as two matched pearls, and you could tell-just by looking-that her ass was deliciously warm and soft to the touch.
And even the crudest of the spectators fell silent, holding their breaths with the rest ... knowing they had never seen a woman like this before ... and never would again, except in all of their dreams in all of the years to come....
The black youth stood, legs spread apart and hands on hips, with his back to the fireplace. The lights had been placed so that the spectators looked only like vague formless shadows in the dark parts of the room. He was satisfied that the redhead would not be aware they were there until he was ready for her to know.
Bea came crawling defeatedly into the sitting room, and her eyes looked up at him for mercy-pleading. It was then that something happened he had not expected. A sudden overwhelming feeling of affection for her swept through his body. He had fucked hundreds of different women, and humiliated many of them ... but never before had this feeling. Abruptly, he was excited by the thought of fucking her. He wanted it to be good; he wished now he hadn't staged this show. But it was too late, he'd have to give the men their money's worth . ... and that meant that just as she was reaching again for a climax, Tony, the other beliboy, would have to fuck her in the ass.
Bea crawled toward him. She was breathing deeply and slowly now, secure in the knowledge that he was about to give her the present he had so tantalizingly withheld from her. His black prick looked larger than ever in the harsh light; it had begun its impatient oozing again. She wondered if he wanted her to take it in her mouth once more; she would do it, gladly, if it pleased him. She looked up past his prick and saw his expression. For one moment, she imagined there was a look of tenderness there-as though he were fond of her. But that disappeared to be replaced by a businesslike tightening of his lips. Her head slumped on her shoulders; she stared at the rug-waiting, waiting, waiting for orders.
"Doll," he said softly, "look at me."
She lifted her head.
"Tell me exactly what you want."
"You know."
"I must hear it, though. Tell me."
"I want you to fuck me ... to make me cum."
He smiled. "Do you like my black cock?"
A sob and an answer, "Oh, yes."
"Then lick it ... and suck on it."
Bea shuffled forward, showing more animation than before, wanting to do anything to speed up the process, anything to hasten his penetration of her with his wonderful male hardness. She ovaled her lips as the bellboy put his hands on her head.
Suddenly, without warning, he thrust forward to ram the thick, turgid head of his cock deep into her gaping mouth. Bea gagged, and sought to pull back, certain she was going to choke from the sheer size of the organ buried so fully between her puckered lips. It took only seconds for her mouth to become adjusted to the throbbing heat of the rod, and then even she was surprised at her eagerness as she began sucking at it hungrily, as though she had been without food or sustenance for days.
James looked around grinning at the shadows and twisted his body so that everyone could see the hardness and size of the cudgel clasped between her lips. Then he began moving it in and out, watching with fascination as she used her elastic lips to suck with all their might on the cock fucking into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed on each withdrawal stroke, billowed out with each inward thrust. Her eyes were no longer smoky, now they were glazed with a feral-like lust that seemed to burn brighter than the lights shining down in her upturned face.
The black youth felt the warm, buttery sensation wash over him. She was so goddamned amateurish at this, but at the same time there was softness and a warmness in her mouth that he seldom experienced. He wanted to flood her mouth with cum; he wanted to see it splatter and spurt from her lips and run down her chin ... but he withheld that thought, knowing he must retain control. After about two minutes, he pulled his cock from her mouth. Bea crawled forward, reaching up for it again. Her mouth opening and closing soundlessly in desire.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, and I'll make you cum as you've never cum before," he said.
"Oh, yes. Fuck me. Hurry ... please," Bea had begun to roll over on her back when his shouted sudden command hit her like a whip, "Stop that."
"What. . what? I don't understand."
"I'm going to fuck you dog-fashion ... the way a proud little bitch like you should be fucked."
The lewd words-the insult-excited her even more, and her arousal began building up once more to the intolerable stage. She groaned in surrender as she felt his hands forcing her down into a widespread kneeling position. Her arm and thigh muscles were quivering weakly.
Then he was kneeling down in back of her. She found herself flushing in shame for her full white buttocks were moving of their own accord-wiggling, flexing and unflexing-lewdly inviting him to do anything he wanted. For a brief moment, she thought about what she was doing, how far she had fallen from decency within the last forty-eight hours. She had never fucked anyone else before except her quick to cum husband. Tonight there had already been three strangers unloading their heated male cum deep up inside of her body. She wanted to cry about that; she felt degraded, debased ... all of it her own doing. But then these thoughts fled as she felt James's hands peel apart the cheeks of her ass. He opened them as reverently as he would separate the pages of a sacred book. She pushed back against him, wanting him to consummate this act. And abruptly, she moaned in delight, as he bent his face to her straining buttocks and licked moistly down the entire length of the warmly sweating crevice.
His tongue was a living thing, bringing lewd, debasing sensations she had never felt before. She screamed in rapture when it flicked against her asshole, then pressured its way inside the hotly pulsating little cavity.
"Oh ... Oh," she groaned, as the tantalizing tongue skewered teasingly into her. She quivered as though she were suffering from palsy, her hands and knees felt too weak to support her. She rotated her buttocks in small circlets around and around seeking deeper penetration, wanting this wanton rape of her defenseless loins to be complete. This was wickedness, this was the ultimate sin ... and she reveled in the knowledge. Nothing had ever felt like this before; the sensation went beyond pleasure, beyond rapture. There was nothing else in the entire world right now except that tongue pressing into her ... and her own growing fire. She could cum this way; she knew she could cum this way, and she sought it, wildly reveling in the lewd sensation until she thought her entire body was about to spin off into space and explode into a thousand tiny rejoicing pieces.
James sensed her buildup, and pulled out his tongue.
"Oh, no ... you mustn't. Keep on."
"Now we are going to fuck," James said, shutting off her protests.
Bea suddenly quivered in fear, remembering the pain of a few minutes earlier, as she felt the mammoth blood-engorged head of his prick press into the slit between her widespread buttocks.
She involuntarily cringed forward in an effort to escape it, even though she knew her desolate cunt had to have it or go mad. The relentless prick followed its target. Then, she felt it slip along the entire length of her cuntal lips where it teasingly parted the softly curling strands of her pubic hair and pushed against her clitoris. A jolt of pleasure shot through her. "Oh ... ahhhh!"
James's hands closed around the tops of her thighs, gripping them tightly, with his fingers digging harshly into her soft white flesh.
"Put it in," he ordered.
"I'm ... I'm afraid. It's going to hurt again," she groaned helplessly.
"Put it in!" His words snapped out like a cat-o'-nine-tails, and she flinched as though he had actually struck her.
Bea groaned piteously as she felt his fingers digging even deeper into her sensitive flesh. She couldn't stand that and her own burning need. In desperation, she reached back between her legs and found his cock. It was so huge that it seemed as though she couldn't possibly wrap her fingers around it. And with that first touch of her hand on his living, throbbing prick, she knew she had to have it inside of her. He was going to impale her; she knew it would hurt even more than in the bedroom. He would split her. She would die. And yet ... strangely ... masochistically ... she welcomed this death. Just bring me relief, she thought, and then tearfully pressed that huge black bulbous head at the defenseless opening of her twat.
The bellboy smiled out at the shadows as he felt her trembling hand place his cock at that secret place between her cuntal lips. He began a slow prodding against the elastic opening, feeling the softly yielding lips parting to accommodate him. Then the huge head was through the first layer of warm, all-enveloping flesh and attempting to force its way inside the tight restricting ring of muscle that jealously guarded the entrance to her belly.
"Aaaaaggghhh," she grunted, panting in pain. "You're hurting me. Stop for a minute ... please."
Now, though, with the feel of her warm clasping pussy giving way before him, James no longer felt any tenderness or inclination for mercy. He wanted to be inside her-all the way. He needed to be. He wanted to fuck her, had to fuck her! And the heat of animal desire suddenly shorted out all restraint in him. He took a tighter hold on her thighs, and then lunged forward while at the same time pulling her buttocks back toward him.
"Aaaaagggghhhh," it was a shrill scream of agony from Bea, as she felt his thick long cock slam through the hot throbbing fleshy barriers of her cunt deeper, far deeper than she had ever been penetrated before. She was being split apart-ripped asunder. She even thought she could feel stomach muscles being ripped from their anchoring tendons. Another scream gurgled from her throat, the wild scream of exaltation of a mating cat.
Bea struggled vainly, swinging her buttocks and lunging forward in an effort to escape the brutal impalement. The giant prick was like some huge black sapphire-headed drill boring deep into the subterranean areas of her stomach. She could swear it was in so far that it must be lodged in her tits. The stretched-to-capacity cuntal walls were a blaze of agony from the invading shaft of muscle and flesh, and it was a pain almost equal to that of her unfulfilled desire.
Bea attempted once more to struggle loose, but her efforts were futile, and she realized he had actually skewered her, impaled her on the end of his rock-hard cock like some helpless laboratory specimen on a mounted board.
She has an absolutely incredible little white pussy, James thought with delight. It was tight; the tightest he had in many years, but it was all velvet and heat in there. A proud pussy, with reason to be proud. She had deep muscles that were working on him now, even though she was still moaning and groaning in pain. It was a wonderful sensation, and if he didn't watch himself he would go out of his mind. Her pussy lips clutched and caressed the trunk of his prick, and he felt them ripple from some far-off reverberation of sensation within her nerve system. And because she would make him cum this way-without his moving at all-James decided he had better start the fuck show right now or all the guys watching from the shadows would think he was a rabbit who couldn't hold back.
Bea gradually became aware that the boy was beginning to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the soft confines of her ovaly stretched twat. The pain was fading now, and she began to feel once more the buildup of pleasure. Her breath became-:nore shallow, and it rasped in her throat. "Go on ... darling ... go on. I love it. I love it."
James heard her words and a feeling of supreme power and achievement swept over him. He knew now that all traces of the Pago Palo had gone from her body. She was responding naturally to his cock, as he fucked in and out with long, steady strokes that had all the accuracy of a torpedo speeding silently through the warm twat sea.
Little explosive sounds of delight began coming from Bea's lips with each inward thrust of that implacable cock. She could feel her body responding to him, could feel muscles and tendons and nerves all working in unison to bring him pleasure and her relief. She spread her thighs even wider, feeling her knees scraping against the wool carpeting. She could feel everything about him now. The prurient little throbs his cock's head made, the twitching, his bushy springy pubic hair pressed tight against her thighs. Suddenly she dropped from her elbows to one shoulder on the carpet, lifting her firmly rounded young ass up higher in an obscene offering of lust. The roughness of the wool carpeting stung her sensitive nipples into a greater hardness.
Deep, deep inside of her, the spongy head of his prick grazed against the bony tip of her cervix while her uterus expanded and contracted like the folds of some dark incredibly warm accordian. She felt the first barely perceptible beginnings of the
Saint Elmo's fire preceding her orgasm. It was beautiful ... so beautiful. She began working toward it, edging up to it so it would not run away again like some frightened bird.
And then, abruptly, the black youth pulled out!
"Don't," she panted. "You can't do that to me. You promised. You promised to make me cum."
James stood up and stared down at her. A cruel grin of victory was on his face. "And so I shall. Now I am going to fuck you another way ... you'll be on top and I'll be on the bottom."
Bea felt a rush of greater passion as her lust-dulled mind finally realized the implications of what he was saying. She would be on top; she would be the boss ... she could bring on her orgasm at will.
James lay down beside her. She saw his ebony cock throbbing away, shining with juices from deep within the well-springs of her own cunt. And because she wanted to and no longer had any inhibitions whatsoever left, she bent forward and kissed the rigid, beautiful pole that had brought her so much pleasure. She licked it from testicles to purplish-black head. Then she straddled him.
I've never done it this way. What shall I do. I don't want to make a mistake. I suppose I should just sit on it.
James, flat on his back, had his hands behind his head. He watched her with amusement.
Finally Bea said, "What shall I do?"
"Sit on it. Put it between your legs-let it slip into that sweet juicy little pussy-and then slowly ... sit down."
Bea did as she was instructed, feeling the huge head once again stretching her cuntal opening. This time, however, there was no pain. Only indescribable delight as it slowly sank into her. She played with it, playing with her pussy lips around it ... making little movements of penetration ... one inch ... two inches ... out a little, in a little ... three inches. It was a ceremonial sword being returned to its rightful sheath. Her eyes had widened once again in animal passion. And finally, no longer able to deny herself the joy of full penetration, she lowered herself completely on the throbbing rod. When it was finally lodged all the way in her, she shook her head in unconcealed delight, and her long red hair swung back and forth like a red curtain blowing in the breeze.
She began moving up and down on the cock, making slow movements at first. She experimented, then realized that she could bring her tingling clitoris into contact with the now lustfully throbbing shaft. Unable to control herself, she greedily began bouncing up and down on it, feeling the hardened black rod pounding deeper, ever deeper into the lonely canyon up between her open thighs. Her whole body began twitching and writhing uncontrollably. She groaned in complete abandonment as the deliciously punching instrument sank to new untapped depths in her cunt. Her face reddened and little moans of ecstasy bubbled out of her throat. "Oh ... so beautiful, so wonderful ... oh, darling." She bent forward impulsively and kissed the surprised black youth, digging her tongue into his mouth, tongue-fucking him. Then she drew back, her eyes beginning to glaze again and her breath coming faster.
James felt her deliberately pull her knees in tighter around his ribcage as she sought to increase the friction. Then, when he was sure she was once again about to reach toward the orgasm, he took his hands out from behind his head and grabbed the heaving mounds of her buttocks, holding her tight in against his flat stomach.
"What ... what are you doing?" she asked, still making little movements in spite of his grip on her buttocks.
James smiled. "I promised to make you cum. And I shall. I promise you that you will cum within sixty seconds, and it will be more beautiful than you ever dreamed. But first...." Even as he was speaking, his hands once again peeled apart the cheeks of her ass.
Tony, the almost-sixtyyear-old bellhop, had walked quietly up behind them. He was completely nude, and his short, stubby little pecker shone with the thick sheen of vaseline. He stared hungrily down at ripe full moons of her defenseless ass, at the exposed little asshole and then at the youth on the floor for direction.
James gave one little nod.
Bea was so lost in her maddened pursuit for an orgasm that she didn't see the motion. She wasn't aware of anything until she felt the first tentative probing back between her widespread buttocks, and even then she mistakenly assumed James was using his finger to bring her greater passion.
Tony lunged forward, driving his hardened little cock deep with the first slippery thrust.
"Aaaaagggghhhhhh," Bea screamed in pain; she frantically twisted around, and then horror replaced the pain when she saw another man was kneeling back between her legs. She had opened her mouth to scream, when James abruptly reached up and grabbed her neck. He pulled her head down to his chest and whispered viciously in warning. "Shut up ... or I'll break your neck."
She whimpered in abject terror and shuddered as a pain, fully equal to James's first invasion of her stretched unused pussy, began in her asshole. That man, that horrible little man, was shoving something up her asshole. And suddenly, as she felt the bristly hair of his lust-taut scrotum brush against the back of her smooth inner thighs, she realized ... she realized.
"Oh ... God ... no," she moaned in shame and distress. She tried to lift her head, but the black youth beneath her still had his cruel arm locked around her neck. Now, helpless, her defenseless little shithole high in the air like the bull's eye of some delicious target, she felt the unnatural movements begin in and out of her rectum. The pain lessened almost immediately, but the shame of her degradation remained as an afterglow. Finally, with one last convulsive shudder, she stopped trying to fight it. Weeping futilely now, she discovered that her dually impaled genitals were already betraying her to this new rapist. She could feel her ass muscles involuntarily clenching and unclenching around his dick, could hear his grunts of delight each time she did so.
And suddenly she no longer cared about anything. Gradually a glow was building up back there in the buttery depths of her asshole. She recognized it for what it was-a promise ... a promise that shouted, "Cooperate and you shall have untold delight." She moved upward against his incoming sodomizing stroke, and then when she lowered her body again, she found that beautiful cock sunk tightly in her pussy below was scraping maddeningly against her aroused clitoris.
Then, as if by some secret signal, both cocks were moving in unision, battering into her-buffeting her body between them. She closed her eyes in delirium-she was a love slave. Let them do what they want to me; I'll do anything for them.
The bellboy, James, knew the second she had totally surrendered. He had known long before she, because he could feel her responsive little twitchings deep in her twat. She was close to cumming ... and because he was-now and probably forever-very fond of her, he wanted her to cum. It would be a climax she could never equal again. She would simply pass out at the height of it. She was coming closer ... closer ... closer. He could feel her inner muscles suddenly tensing, could feel the uncontrollable twitching deep within her cunt suddenly beginning to go wild. Her breath had almost stopped; her eyes had grown wide in stunned disbelief and hope. He felt the first jerkings as Tony grunted and flooded his juice deep up inside her shit passage. He knew that had triggered it for her!
There really was only one other thing left to do. His hand reached out ... and fumbled at a light switch!
Bea felt the exquisite velvet explosion beginning in her body. She felt the throbbing of that stranger's cock deep in her ass and knew he had cum inside her there. The knowledge that the perverted act had already been concluded ... and that she had enjoyed it ... was the catalyst that set off the explosion. She was close. Very close. Almost there. Almost THERE!
The first convulsive wave of joy and ecstasy wracked her body and it was then, just before her fluttering eyes closed, that James casually leaned over and turned a switch on the extension cord. Lights came on all around the room and the shadows came to life ... and she saw them ... all the men like faces seen in a nightmare ... all of them looking hot-eyed and breathless at her and her lewd, lewd, lasciviousness.
"I'm cumming," she screamed defiantly at them. "I'm cumming," and her nostrils dilated with joy. Her body moved in a tarantella of lust and fulfullment. Let them stare. I am not alone in my shame. I revel in it. I grovel in it. My shame is my joy. Share my joy with me. Cum with me. Cum all of you. Her body continued to pound up and down on the younger black youth's hard-driving dick and then, happily, she felt it, too, spurting far, far up inside of her. That ignited new and even more powerful stages in her rocket, and she was jetting in free-fall toward the mysterious never-before realms of sensation. She came ... and came, her voice crying out in wonderment and exaltation ... until finally, she felt her mind drifting off ... and she fell forward, in a swoon of passion, upon the chest of the youth who had brought this joyous moment to her.
Even though she seemingly was unconscious, her body continued to function as a sexual machine, as several of the men were to discover. The velvety depths of her pussy had little muscles that joyfully welcomed each new man, and her asshole was inundated with enema after enema of cum juice. Her mouth ran rivers of cum and it splashed and spurted against her red hair until the strands were matted and until her tits looked as if they were salt-caked.
Her friend came, an angry, frightened little black-haired girl who threatened to call the police, just as the last man was finishing. And then, in little groups of two and three, they wandered away carrying with them the story ... and they would never forget her ... nor she them.
* * *
Bea's husband came to her in Reno where she had gone for the quick divorce. He hadn't seen her since she went on that shopping spree with Clara. He had been frantic with worry about her and if it hadn't been for Clara, he would have called the police and issued a missing persons search for her. He did not know where she was until he had heard from her lawyer.
When he saw her lying alongside the pool in the sun, wearing only a small bikini, he knew that he loved his wife very much and that he never really wanted another woman. He knew that he had not done right by her where her sexual needs were concerned and that if he could convince her to drop the divorce and come back to him he was going to have to get medical help for his problem.
She saw him walking down the stairs and lifted her sun glasses. She did not smile.
"Hello, Bea," he said. "How have you been?"
"Jerry." It was noncommitally stated.
She looks different, he thought. Shit, it's as though her spontaneous gaiety and her childlike innocence have been ripped away from her. As though she has been terribly hurt, her spirit broken, as though she had a guilty conscience ... had committed some unspeakable crime whose memory hangs with the weight of the sins of the world on her shoulders. "May I sit down?"
She nodded. It wasn't permission ... merely an acknowledgement that she could not keep him from joining her.
"How have you been?" he asked.
"Fine," she said, dully, without animation.
"I've missed you."
"Have you? I'm sorry about that."
He stared at her, then asked point-blank, "What's the matter?"
She refused to look at him. "What makes you think something's the matter?"
"I can tell."
She shrugged.
"Bea ... look at me, please." Slowly, she turned her head and stared at him. Then she put her sunglasses back down hiding her eyes. "What do you want of me?" she asked.
"I came up here ... to tell you ... that I love you more than life itself. I want you to put aside the divorce action and come back to me ... I promise to go and get medical help so that I won't leave you hung up and horny after we fuck ever again ... I want us to start all over from the beginning again. I love you and want you to be my wife no matter what has happened since we parted."
He saw the corners of her mouth twitch slightly-whether in amusement or pain, he couldn't tell. Then she said quickly-and with some heat-"Don't say that. Don't ever say that again."
"Why?"
She looked beyond him. He saw her take a deep breath; her nostrils quivered. He turned around. Coming down the stairs was a young black man-somewhere in his early twenties-wearing a very tight pair of pants. With him was a very sloppy, dirty looking, though flashy dressed man who was short, fat and fiftyish, with a huge diamond ring on every one of his stubby fingers.
"I think that you had better leave now, Jerry. Make it a permanent good-bye."
"But ... Bea."
"Go now," she said gently. "Thank you for wanting to take me back." Then, unmistakably now, he knew that she was crying beneath those dark glasses for he saw a tear ... like sweat ... begin moving down the side of her nose. "You're too late ... too late by as many years as we have been married. Go now. I'm living with another man; I can't live without him."
Jerry recoiled as though someone had kicked him in the nuts. He couldn't believe it. It couldn't be true. He looked back again at the two men ... now walking along the decking toward them.
"Go. Get away," she said, and there was venom in her voice.
Angrily, he stood. Then fighting the desire to say something that would hurt her, he nodded and said simply, "If that's the way that you want it."
"That's the way that I want it."
"Good-bye, then." He turned and started in an opposite direction from the two men.
Behind him he heard the voice of the young black man saying, "Take a good look at her, Mr. Tohrengo. Does it look as though I was putting you on? Look at those legs ... look at those tits ... stand up doll and let the man see what he is paying for."
Jerry spun on his heels. Bea was still looking at him, and she nodded her head once as if confirming what he had just heard. "Good-bye," her lips framed the word.
And then she stood and slowly, like a piece of pork on a spit turned around for the inspection by the meat inspector.
"She takes it in the cunt, the mouth or the ass," the black youth continued. "You can have her for yourself or you can use her for a gang bang. The only thing, the price changes for a gang bang."
When Jerry got to the top of the stairs he turned around and saw Bea leading the man across the grass to one of the bungalows ... she was holding his prick in her hand and leading him and jerking him off at the same time.
CHAPTER THREE
Entertaining new neighbors is usually a chore when everything goes right ... but when things go wrong ... then you really have a problem. What can go wrong when you entertain neighbors? ... that's easy to answer. Things go wrong when for some unknown reason everything that your wife does on that day is all fucked up. It turns out to be one of those days that your wife forgets everything ... particularly restocking the bar ... and when it is time to hand out the liquid refreshments you find that you are all out of scotch. That is the time that you would like to haul off and belt her one right in the mouth, but you hold back the temper and smile and make a joke out of the entire matter and then say that you will be right back ... that you will drive down to the nearest package store and replenish the depleted supply of scotch.
Now ordinarilly this would be the routine that you would follow. You would hop into the car and make a mad dash for the liquor store. You would buy what you needed and race back home. The only thing is that this time your neighbor's wife says that she would like to go along for the ride ... your wife doesn't object ... and the lady's husband doesn't object. So you both go out and get into the car and you begin to drive, making light conversation.
Suddenly the lady makes a statement that sends cold shivers up and down your spine. This is what happened on the trip to the liquor store.
Lita breathed into Ed's ear, "I just had to get you alone!"
Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, as he drove, Ed said, 'Take it easy, Lita ... I'm a safely married man ... and you're a married woman!"
With studied carelessness, she allowed her hand to rest on his thigh. She heaved her shoulders in a sigh of exasperation. "Come on, Ed ... that's pretty square ... I've heard all that stuff before! The real facts are that you're a man ... and I'm a woman ... that's all that matters!"
Her hand on his thigh bothered Ed. He definitely didn't want to become involved with this woman even if she was a voluptuous little thing. Things like that only led to sticky complications. He felt he had to extricate himself, someway ... before the situation got out of hand.
"... And, I think ... you've had a little too much to drink, already. It's the wine in you talking!" he told her, bluntly.
"Like hell!" she flared. "I know exactly what I'm doing! You really turn me on ... and I'm going to do my best to turn you on!"
So saying, her hand moved up his thigh, lightly, and delved between his legs, feeling for his dong nestled there.
As her hand rummaged in his crotch, Ed felt a certain thrill. Her direct, forward manner, the way in which she turned words into action, somehow captivated him. There was a call to adventure he had not felt for years, but on the other hand, his sense of the safe, the secure and the well-known was too much with him. Even as he felt the first keening lurch of excitement, the rush of blood to his cock, its erection growing moment by moment, and the crawly feel of his scrotum tightening his balls up close to his body, he tried to reject it.
"Damn it ... Lita! Stop it! I'm not interested in sordid, little affairs! I'm not the man for that sort of thing!"
"Who're you trying to kid?" she asked, feeling the expanding growth of his cock through the cloth of his pants. Gleefully, then, she found the tab of his fly zipper, grasped it and pulled it down, the sigh of it loud in the car. With deft knowledge, her hand dipped inside, worming its way through the fly opening of his shorts, her fingers curling halfway around the hardening shaft of it. 'This feels like you're quite a man!" she laughed. She squeezed his cock, playfully.
The brazen wantonness of her action shocked him, at the same time as the throbbing sensation of his almost instant desire tormented his flesh.
"Listen!" he grated, "I'm not going to play your silly little games! If you don't stop now ... I'm going to turn this car around ... and deliver you back to your husband!"
"No you won't! You want it as much as I do ... just be honest with yourself!" she challenged, bringing the solid massiveness of his cock out of his pants and up into the car with them.
Ed glanced around, nervously, glad that they were still on a residential street with little traffic. She wanted him to be honest ... with himself? All right ... he could be that! Did he want what she was offering ... a quick, little, illicit affair, a fast fuck in the back seat of his car? He had to admit to himself that his answer would have to be an almost unqualified, hell yes! There was something exciting, daring and adventurous about the whole thing. He had never dreamed any woman could be as direct as young Bob's wife, Lita, was being ... it was a sort of reverse seduction; maybe it even bordered on rape ... although, he had never heard of a man being raped by a woman. In a way, the whole thing was absurd. He chuckled; somehow, he couldn't hold it back.
"You want me to be honest? In the first place I've never driven down the street ... with my prick out ... in a strange woman's hand! And, secondly ... I've never had sex relations with any other woman ... just my wife!"
"Good God ... where have you been ... what do you really mean ... you've never fucked anybody else?"
The obscene, four-letter word coming from her lips was a shocker, too. It did something to him. His cock jerked in her hand, desire building even higher in him.
"And I've never heard a woman use that word!"
"Bro-ther!" she was exasperated. "Find a place to park this car, darling ... because I'm going to give you a fast course in sex education!"
"We'd better get back ... " Ed offered, weakly.
"Why ... the fun's just starting!"
"My wife ... your husband ... they'll be expecting us back...."
"Don't worry about them, honey ... if I know my husband, he's probably got his cock rammed all the way up to her sweet little tits, already!"
Ed couldn't help his gasp of surprise. "I-I don't think ... Joan's ever done anything ... like that!"
"I wouldn't bet on that!" Lita declared, stroking the foreskin back and exposing the head of his hardened, throbbing cock to the wash of cool night air. "Sounds like you've been depriving her."
Suddenly, then, she leaned down, her head ducking under the steering wheel, and her mouth poised over his satiny-smooth cockhead. Her voice came to him, just before her lips made moist, flesh-tingling contact. That had never happened to him before ... either! "Well ... if you're not going to park ... so we can both have some fun ... I'll amuse you by sucking on this big cock of yours!"
True to her word, her warm, moist lips came down over the heavily throbbing tip, engulfing it completely, while she still held the hard, excited shaft of the burgeoning rod tightly in her tiny d cl
Cl tl hand. He spasmed with the highly erotic shock of the surging sensations. Christ! It felt wonderful!
He groaned, "Oh, God ... !" He was helpless to stop her ... short of stopping the car and hauling her, bodily, away ... but of course, he was beyond the point of wanting to stop it. Now, there was only one direction ... forward and onward to completion. She had succeeded in arousing him, as
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There was a decision he had to make. He could, now, drive to some quiet, secluded spot, hop in the back seat, where there was more room ... and fuck this little sex-pot, like he'd love I to ... wildly and insanely, then take the consequences of his actions; such as, Joan's |. anger-if she were to find out-and the torture of j his own conscience.
... But, on the other hand, if Bob's wife was 1 so set on sucking him off ... he could let her do that, since he was, in a sense, unable to stop her. There would be little chance of Joan's suspecting j anything ... and his conscience would be clear; after all, a blow-job was not really the same as fucking this hot-tailed little bitch ... and he would have his fun and relief. He was not quite sure, in his own mind, what there would be in it for Lita. Perhaps, at that moment, he could have cared less. It was a nicely tied-up package of rationalization, for his decision was for the latter plan. It was safe, painless, with no complications.
Ahead, he saw the brightly lighted avenue. Damn! He'd have to stay away from there. Turning a block short, he drove along another quiet street, acutely conscious that she was now swirling her tongue, sinuously, around the head of his cock, pausing every now and then, to probe at the sensitive slit in its tip with the moistly swirling tip. Then, he felt her fingernails on the shaft of his throbbing cock as she stroked them lightly, tantalizingly along its length.
Now, Lita's head began to move, slowly, up and down, each down stroke a little longer and more of the thick, hard shaft was absorbed deeper and deeper into her moistly warm mouth and working throat. God damn! Her mouth was smooth ... almost delicious, he thought, realizing that her lips were rolled down over her teeth to keep them from scraping him. He had to concede that she was clearly an expert-as far as he could tell. There just couldn't be anything that sensual ... so sexy! How many times had he been just on the point of suggesting it to Joan ... and how many times had words failed him, as he found he couldn't ask her ... or even talk about it! He'd been a damn fool for too many years ... thinking that his wife would have been repulsed by it. But now ... as he thought about it ... maybe she would have done it ... andgladly.
Instinctively, his hips began to move, countering her bobbing head. He glanced down to see the dim sheen of her long, black hair nestled into his lap. He wished, then, that he could watch her lips ovaled around his cock. It would sure give him an extra charge, but there was nothing he could see, clearly, in the semi-darkness.
Then, he knew he had been wrong. There was no possibility he could keep on driving while this was going on. He wouldn't be able to concentrate on either one, effectively. Realizing that the street on which he was driving turned into a country road within a few blocks made him feel better. He'd park at the first opportunity ... and let come what may! And, he would cum ... sooon! Damn! Her mouth was so sexily demanding on him!
Within a half mile, he was driving on the graveled road, and he swung off onto the first wide spot alongside it, next to an open field. Quickly, he shut off the ignition and turned off the lights. It was dark and still. Lita stopped only long enough to mumble, around the head of his cock, "Changed your mind ... huh?"
"Yes ... damn it! I sure as hell couldn't keep driving!" Ed tensed his loins and thrust the length of his hard, pulsing cock deeper up into her mouth, feeling it plunge all the way back into her throat, as he began to move in rhythmic counterpoint to her enthusiastically bobbing head.
He was lost in a trance of sexual rapture and submerged in a morass of pleasurable sensations; he moaned, softly, unable to believe what was happening to him, as her hon-eyed mouth moved on him with increasing speed and pressure, her tongue giving an extra, swirling lick to the lust-inflated cockhead on every out-stroke. She seemed to sense exactly what he wanted.
Then, he began to realize that young Bob's wife, too, was in a sexually ecstatic state of her own. He heard her breath moving raspily in and out of her nose, in short, gasping pants of breath, and she was moving her hips in gyrating undulations on the seat of the car.
Her bobbing head attracted him, now; he felt the need to guide her, and he reached out with both hands, taking her long, black hair into them and letting her know, explicitly, how he wanted it, as with her ears he guided her up and down the demanding shaft of his throbbing cock, his hips thrusting it ever more forcefully up into her softly working mouth. He was aware, then, that her shoulder was moving rhythmically. She still held the shaft of his cock with one hand, and he deduced from the moving shoulder and her undulating hips that she was using the other hand on herself. She was fingering her own cunt under her panties ... while she was sucking on his cock. Smart girl, he thought; she was having her fun ... too! Afterward, he told himself, he'd do something in return for her. It was too late now to think of fucking her. He was too close to cumming ... And, there was only one way, he knew, for sure, to make her climax ... and that was ... licking her cunt! His mind cartwheeled! Christ! He'd never done that before, either ... but Godod ... there had been so many times he had wanted to suck and lick his own wife, Joan's cunt. So many times, he couldn't count them ... and he had balked short of asking ... afraid to act. Then he wondered: Would it be any different after this?
Would it be easier? He didn't know. There were too many years of repression ... of self-denial.
The gathering sensations concentrated in the bloated head of his cock, and he could feel it pulsing, growing ever larger with each involuntary lurch, as her swirling tongue and sucking lips tantalized and tormented it on every stroke.
Ed could feel it getting nearer for him; the sweet agony of his building load of cum was demanding its ejaculative release from his swollen balls. It caused him to groan aloud, as his mouth worked, silently, at first; then, he was mouthing words.
"Oh, God! That feels ... so good, baby! A little more ... just a little more ... and I'll be there! I'll cum ... in just a little while ... ! OOooaaauughh!"
Throaty, strangled noises replaced the words. He could only gasp his pleasure. His breath came faster, in and out of tortured lungs. It was almost there! He was going to cum, now! He could feel the searing, acid burn of it, beginning far up behind the root of his cock.
Furiously, he rammed his hips up at her face. He could feel it go clear to the hilt in her mouth. His pubic hair was mashed up solid against her nose, and she took all of him deep into her throat. Christ! It felt good. There had never been anything before like it! Everything he had missed was there, in the throbbing head of his cock ... everything he had denied himself ... and Joan ... and it was almost ready to cum in this other man's wife's mouth!
Then, suddenly, his release was there for him, explosively; the jet of hot, white, viscous juice pumped through the length of his cock, searingly, to spray from the slitted tip of the blood-engorged head into the smooth, hon-eyed moistness of her hungrily sucking mouth.
"Now!" he choked. "Now! I'm cumming ... NOW!"
His hands on the back of her head pulled her down, roughly and hard, on his spewing cock, and he flexed his hips upward, convulsively, pinioning her head, immobilizing it while he stiffened and shot his cum deep up into her desperately swallowing throat.
She swallowed ... sucked and swallowed, furiously, as the viscous liquid of his burning juice hosed through him and splashed into her gullet. He heard her mewling hum of pleasure that seemed to come from deep in her chest.
Flopping back in the car seat, then, he relaxed his grip on her head, his hands dropping down to her shoulders to fondle and caress. Gradually, his cock began to soften and deflate in her mouth, but she kept right on, continuing to nibble and suck on it, until she had consumed the very last drop of his heated juice; then, with a sigh, she lifted her head and allowed the flaccid shaft of his cock, still glistening moistly from her saliva, to pull from her lips.
"MMmmm," she said. "That was nice! Did you like it?"
"Did I!" he exclaimed. "God, I thought I'd never stop cumming!"
She leaned up and offered him her lips. He crushed her to him, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to taste the pungent essence of his cum remaining there. They kissed long and deeply, savoring it, their mouths welded in a communication of great longing and desire.
Finally, after long moments, she relaxed and pulled her lips away from his. She leaned back to look at him, in the semi-darkness, a salacious glow of anticipation shining in her eyes, as her face crinkled in a smile.
"Now me!" she said. "I want to cum ... too!"
She opened the car door and climbed, nimbly, into the back seat. Ed, without hesitation, slid out on his side, pausing only to take off his jacket and fling it into the vacated front seat. He crawled into the rear of the car, not bothering even to close his fly.
Lita had already removed her panties. She was just dropping the wispily sheer garment over into the front seat when Ed came in beside her. Leaning back into the far corner of the seat, she pulled her dress up over her hips, shamelessly, exposing the whole of her loins to him in the dim light. He saw that she wore only a light garter belt that held up her nylon hose, and he somehow found its presence very sexy and provocative. Spreading her legs, slightly, Lita pressed her hips down and out, sliding her firm white buttocks out to the edge of the car seat. She moaned low and soft in her throat.
"On, God ... lover!" she groaned. "1 want you to eat me!" He did.
With a groan of his own, he leaned down, his palms sliding up the inner, satiny flesh of her thighs, just above her stockings and spread her legs even farther apart. He gasped as the soft, hair-lined furrow of her cunt was revealed to him, the moist flesh glistening tantalizingly there, and he could feel the slow gyrations of her hips as she moved in anticipation of what was coming to her. He gazed at it, hungrily, for a moment before he dropped his head down between her white tapering thighs, the soft curling hair of her pussy grazing his cheeks as he nuzzled into the warmth of her already heated genitals. Even through the fumes of the wine he had consumed, the faint female odor of her moist cunt assailed his nostrils, and he found it pleasant and provoking. He inhaled the woman perfume of her.
Watching him, Lita thrust her hips up at his face, impatiently and mewled, "Lick my cunt, baby ... lick me good!"
Tentatively, he moved his hands on up into the angle of her thighs, his thumbs going to either side of her thin, slitted pussy to spread the fleshy lips apart. He felt the heat of her loins and the curling softness of her pubic hair, as the very core of her being was opened and revealed to him. Then, with a surge of desire, he flicked his tongue out to stab it directly into her waiting vaginal opening. It was velvety smooth and warm, the tangy flavor of her pleasant to his tongue. A strange, moving excitement mounted in him, and he felt the blood pumping back into his flaccid cock, causing it to expand and elongate. Damn! His cock was getting hard, again ... and so soon!
With tremulous upthrusting and undulations, her body responded to him. Her hands reached out to his head, her fingers entangling themselves in his hair, and she pulled his face in tight to her hotly demanding cunt.
Now, seeming to know, instinctively, what she wanted of him, he began to move his tongue in and out of her, in imitation of fucking, his tongue a tiny, make-believe cock, moving in the moist clinging warmth of her pussy sheath.
Then he swirled his long teasing tongue in looping circles, around and around, in the open depths of her cuntal passage, which brought a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure from Bob's wife's lips.
"OOoohh! That's it ... lover! Don't stop ... don't ever stop!" she demanded. "Oh, OOooh ... OOOooohhh!"
Feeling more confident, now, of his ability to satisfy her, Ed threw himself, wholeheartedly, into his sensuous probings of her loins. Suddenly, he remembered; it was her clitoris he should be working on to bring her to full arousal. He moved upward, probing with his lips, until he found the tiny pulsing little shaft of her sex bud. He felt the erotic shock of it in her trembling body, and heard her quickly indrawn breath, as his searching tongue inci int. beneath him. mouth . tongue incessantly, � face contort* flaring and h rhythm of th coupling.
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Her whimpers of agonized pleasure spurred him on, and he took the pulsing button between his teeth, holding it firmly but gently while he began to run his tongue hotly around it, finally concentrating on the nerve-rich head, where he laved and massaged it wildly with his lingual member. He was rewarded by more moans of pure, animalistic pleasure, seeming to come from deep in her chest, as she undulated her hips up into his face, rhythmically, counter-pointing his licking tongue against her clitoris.
As he licked and sucked, avidly, now, he became more and more aware of his own arousal. His cock, long and fully hardened, jerked with involuntary impatience, and it ached and throbbed, even though just a few minutes before, he had thought he was drained. He was surprised at his re-arousal, so soon. It had not happened to him for years ... and he felt a wave of pleasure wash over him, with the sudden thought that he could ... that he would be able to fuck her ... too! He felt virile, potent ... and young again ... as though he were sixteen, the juices of his manhood just beginning to flow. God! He felt good!
Suddenly, Ed wanted to do something else to her ... something he had heard, somewhere, would make a woman melt into a mass of sensate sexuality, so he began to shift his mouth, downward, pressuring his tongue down through the cleft of her cunt, until he found the tiny puckered softness of her asshole.
His tongue shot out to probe and lick, and he felt her body spasm, as the hot, moist tip flicked, restlessly, at the sensitive flesh of her naked shithole.
Above him, Lita wanted to scream for pure pleasure, but she held it back, subverting it instead into a long, low moan of sensually ecstatic pleasure. Her fingers, entangled in his hair, jerked spasmodically, pulling his head in tighter to her lust-inflamed loins.
She liked it. No, he decided, she loved it ... and wanted more. More! What more could he do? The tremblings of her body, the demanding gyrations of her loins, the raspy panting of her breath all told him that she was ready ... hanging on the very brink of a spiraling orgasm. She was ready to be fucked ... and he was ready to fuck her. He began to pull his hungrily sucking mouth away from her heated loins when she spoke, asking him for it.
"Oh, God ... baby ... I'm so turned on! I want your cock ... I want you to fuck me with it ... now!" She reached out to him, her hand searching for his prick. She found it, hard and long, spearing out through his open fly, and her fingers tried to encircle it to pull him closer to her. He heard her sigh of relief, as she took the warm, pulsing length into her hand, followed by her murmured, "Oh, you're cock's good and hard ... and ready!"
"I'm damned ready!" he grunted, "and I'm going to fuck you ... so you'll know you've been fucked!"
"Get your pants off!" she panted, reaching up to his belt buckle.
Ed brushed her fumbling hand aside, dropped his trousers and shorts to his knees and levered himself up over her, finding in the process that they were cramped for room, there in the back seat of his car. Right then, he could have cared less. He had to get his hard, aching cock into Bob's wife's tight, little cunt ... now! He couldn't wait!
As he wedged his hips down between her scissored-out thighs, Lita's hand was there to capture the shaft of his massive cock. She gripped it with sureness, using the throbbing, lust-inflated head to part the black, hair-lined lips of her moistly ready cunt; then, she placed the throbbing tip of it directly at the mouth of the nakedly quivering little hole.
"Now ... !" she urged. "Stuff my pussy ... with all of your big, wonderful cock!"
The goading words were unnecessary. He flexed his hips forward and felt the warm moistness of her cuntal sheath begin to encompass him. He felt her expand and stretch as he went into her, the elastic flesh seeming to flower open to him, enveloping only the head, at first; then, with an insane desire to fuck up into the farthest depths of her, he plunged forcefully, ramming his cock full length, in one smooth stroke, until his pubic bone smacked into hers and his heavy, ball-filled scrotal sac smacked hard up into the crease of her full, softly rounded buttocks.
Her groan was one of both satisfaction and momentary pain.
"Ooooh God! You don't mess around, do you?" she groaned up at him, after her initial grimace had passed fleetingly across her face.
"No! I wanted to make you feel it ... but good!" he grated, expanding his cock deep in the recesses of her warm, clasping cunt. He was rewarded by the acutely erotic sensation of her cuntal walls contracting around the throbbing length of his buried cock, seeming almost as if her cunt were milking at him, with rhythmic, unhurried sensuality.
Then, feeling the need to empty his cum up inside this other man's wife, he began to rock above her, thrusting in and out of her clinging cuntal passage with short, smooth strokes, at first, lengthening them gradually, until he moved with sure confidence, plunging deeply into her with a deep feeling of satisfaction as his blood-engorged cockhead flicked past the neck of her cervix with each stroke to blunt itself against the farthest back wall of her pulsating cuntal cavern. Damn! It felt so good to dominate her like this. He felt every inch a man ... and he was giving her every inch he had!
Beneath him, he felt her responding to him, her loins pushing up against him, in perfect counterpoint to his plundering cock, her moist cunt rising to meet him, almost, it seemed, nibbling its way up the length of his massively solid prick, accepting him and giving back even more, at the same time. God damn ... he thought, she's fucking back ... like a hot little mink!
Her whole body was responding to his increased speed and the cruel depth of his stroking into her sensate cunt. She squirmed and writhed beneath him, as he dropped his lust-distorted mouth to hers. Instantly, she shot her voracious tongue into his mouth to be sucked, moaning, incessantly, up into his open mouth, her lovely face contorted with desire, eyes glazed, nostrils flaring and her breath coming in a jerky, panting rhythm of the old-as-the-world dance of animalistic coupling.
Suddenly, Lita twisted her mouth aside and gasped, "OOooh ... that's good ... but I've got to cum ... and I can't, yet! I've got to have more! Shove your finger up my ass!"
The idea and her lewdly pleading words careened around inside his skull in reverberating shock waves, and he found it highly erotic and exciting, his cock seeming to expand and get harder. Christ! He didn't know such women as Lita existed. She was a real sex-pot ... maybe even a nympho, he decided.
Ed didn't know exactly what to do, but he was sure as hell willing to try. He squirmed his hand down between them, moving it over the smooth satiny flesh of her grinding buttocks, groping to find the soft, puckered ring of her anus. He located it and probed at it, experimentally. His finger wouldn't go into the tiny, tightly clenched opening. It needed lubrication, he decided, dipping a finger into the viscous moisture that seeped in tiny droplets from the well-filled cuntal passage above. He circled the tiny hole, smearing it with her female secretions, before placing the tip of it against the rubbery softness of her shit passage. He felt her sharp intake of breath, the shock of it in her body as he pressed in, slightly, against the elastic tightness of the warm, puckered opening.
"Oh, God ... Ed! Do it! Go ahead and shove your finger in my ass!" she grunted desperately.
"O.K., Baby! You asked for it!" Ed grunted back, a strange sadistic feeling coursing through him. This was it! Her words were a further excitant to his already inflamed passion, and insanely, wantonly, she wanted it. She wanted to be hurt! All right ... damn it ... he'd do it. He'd hurt her ... if that's what she really wanted!
He pushed ... hard! His finger popped hissingly through the resilient ring of outer anal muscle and surged into the spongy softness of her rectum, all the way to the palm of his hand. She screamed once, with the sudden, painful agony of it, then, in a moment or two, to his surprise, he felt her loins move up against him to voluntarily skewer herself back on his sadistically torturing middle finger. At the same time, she strained to absorb his solidly massive cock deeper yet, into her steaming cunt. She moaned mewlingly now, almost incessantly, as she began the spiraling ascent toward her orgasm.
Now he began to gore into her twat with
'ncreased speed, as he felt the bulge of his finger in he thin, separating tissues, while she squirmed, writhing wildly and uncontrollably beneath him, slithering her loins, grindingly, up and down the monstrous shaft of his cock with mounting, ecstatic fury, her legs scissoring out on either side of him, toes curling and buttocks hungrily skewering her rear passage against his finger in abject subservience to her unleashed passion and the double ravishment of her loins.
Pistoning into her demanding cunt and thrusting his finger in and out of her softly pliant shit passage at the same time, like a runaway sex machine, he felt the feral power of his big cock, reveling in the sensations produced in him. God! He could feel the new load of cum, smoldering back behind the base of his cock demanding its release as it pressured against the cofferdam of his throbbing hardness. He had to cum ... and soon!
He jerked his finger from her shithole with an accompanying hissing pop; then, using both hands, he pressed her knees back against her chest, realizing that they pressed in hard against her still-clad tits, mashing them flat, and he remembered that he'd not even seen her tits ... or fondled them. Damn! He resented that ... and this was only going to be a one-time lay ... or was it? His mind toyed with the idea that it didn't have to be that way, because he knew, then, that he would have to have her again ... in a comfortable bed.
As he doubled her legs back to her chest, exposing the whole of her naked, defenseless loins to him, making them vulnerable, completely, to his plundering cock, her body was pushed back farther into the corner of the back seat of his car. Mercilessly, he pounded into her, knowing that she had to be cumming soon, too.
"Oh, oohh ... ooooooohhhh! Fuck me ... Ed baby! Fuck me ... harder!" she crooned up into his face, her own lovely face insanely contorted with the rapture of her passion.
Ed slaved away, above her, driving the solid, expanding shaft of his cock deeply into the moist sheath of her trembling, ready-to-cum cunt. Suddenly, it was there for her.
She tossed her head wildly, her long black hair whipping across her face, hopelessly entangled, her body convulsing, spasmodically, as waves of muscular relaxation released the built-up tension, and she spiraled to the heights of her orgasm while the earth tilted and stopped as she screamed out her ecstasy.
Ed, pounding into her, felt the great tremors in her body and knew that she was in orgasm, even before she screamed it out. Then, he felt his own release begin deep in his belly, behind his great thundering cock, the fiery stream of his lusty cum jetting through him to spurt from the blood-engorged top of his cockhead far up into the moist warmth of her clasping cuntal passage.
"God ... Oh, God!" he moaned. "What a gorgeously sucking little cunt ... it's pumping me dry!"
He collapsed on top of her, pushing her even farther and more uncomfortably into the corner of the seat, his cock still jerking and pumping inside of her luscious, white belly.
After long moments, Lita stirred under him and said, "Ed ... lover ... that was just super ... but the back seat of a car is just too damned confining."
"There's nothing like a comfortable bed," he agreed, glancing at his watch in the dim light. The luminous dial told him they had been gone much too long already. "Damn ... we've got to get that scotch ... and get back ... my wife'll be wondering what happened to us!"
Reaching down, he found his shorts and trousers and began to shrug into them, forcing his still half-hard cock into the confines of the garments.
Lita lolled back, relaxed, unwilling yet to end it. "What your wife doesn't know won't hurt her ... but she could be a part of it ... if Bob gets next to her ... too."
"What are you talking about?" he queried, stepping out of the car to finish straightening his clothing.
She retrieved her panties and put them on, as he reached into the front seat for his jacket.
"I mean the four of us ... could really swing."
"You mean ... one of those swapping deals ... where everybody fucks everybody else?"
"Well yes ... that's the idea...." she said, producing a comb from her purse to repair the damange to her hair.
Ed's mind was shocked temporarily, but then he knew that this was the answer. It was the way to have Lita again ... and again. Perfect! But, hell ... Joan would never go for it! ... and he was not too certain he would want her to.
"I don't know," he said, doubtfully, crawling into the driver's seat again. "Joan'd never go for something like that!"
"Let's wait and see ... whether Bob made it with her ... shall we?" she suggested. "He's a pretty good stud!"
Somehow, Ed was sure nothing could have happened. He knew his wife too well. She valued the sanctity of marriage too profoundly ... as he himself thought he had until a few minutes ago. Then, the guilt began creeping back into him, poisoning the feelings he had experienced a few moments ago. His decision was made.
No ... I think well make this just a one-shot deal ... a quick him-bam ... thank you ma'am! he thought silently to himself as he stepped on the gas and put the car in motion.
* * *
When Ed and Lita returned to the house, it was obvious that Bob had made his pass at Joan and he had struck out. Joan was going to remain true to her husband. Ed was proud of her for resisting such an obviously handsome and virile looking young man, but at the same time he was disappointed because he wanted to get into Lita's cunt again under more comfortable circumstances.
The rest of the evening was rather stilted because Joan could not loosen up and be friendly toward a man who had wanted to fuck her. So Bob and Lita left earlier. Lita had a look of disappointment on her face. Ed had been looking at that face ever since they had arrived back at the house. He was remembering how those lips of hers had wrapped themselves around his cock and how they had sucked him to the point of absolute ecstasy. No ... he wasn't going to be deprived of those lips on his cock ... he was going to get her to suck him off again and very soon. He didn't give a damn if his wife did find out ... maybe that would loosen her up ... and once she found out about him and Lita, maybe she would let him suck her cunt ... because above everything else in the world now, he wanted to eat his wife's pussy.
Well, that would come around in time ... he would have to call Lita tomorrow and meet her in town for lunch ... that was funny ... they would eat one another for lunch.
CHAPTER FOUR
Gino pushed a hack in a resort town in New Jersey. It wasn't the kind of job that he liked, but there wasn't much else that he was able to do and he made a fair living at it. That is, he made a fair living at it during the summer season when the resort drew all the city people who owned bungalows at the beach or spent their two weeks vacation at the various hotels that studded the shore line.
Gino's big problem was with his wife who kept nagging at him to make more money and at the same time wanted him to get a better job with regular hours so that he could spend more time with her. Gino explained to her that he couldn't get a better job because of his lack of education and that she had no right to complain since he loved her very much and was giving her all the things that she wanted without his getting a better job. He even pointed out to her the fact that they owned their own home, which was damned good for a hack driver. But his wife decided that she was going to have her way and that she was going to fight him on the point. The only weapon that she on him. Just holding out her pussy wasn't enough. She would tease him as well. She would walk around the house in very revealing and sexy nightgowns and at night she would rub her tits and cunt up against him and even let her hand rest against his cock. But no matter how he tried she wouldn't let him fuck her. This tactic on the part of Gino's wife had him crawling up the wall and he was walking around with a perpetual hard-on. Her strategy worked against her on the night that Gino picked up a young woman who had put in a call for a cab from the station.
Gino glanced appreciatively at the curvaceous body of the brunette who was easing herself into the back of his cab. Putting her small overnight bag in the trunk, he was just in time to catch a glimpse of the nylon-sheathed sweep of her shapely legs as she glided them inside and closed the door.
That broad sure is a looker! He chuckled, steering the cab down the road. He stole another look at his attractive passenger in the rearview mirror. She was applying lipstick to her full, sensuous lips, using the mirror of her compact, and her heavily made-up eyes were lowered, her long lashes flaring out on her creamy skin. Her lovely hair was swept up in a complicated style, drawn away from her oval face. Gino stared for a moment longer at the fascinating ritual, and then hastily averted his eyes to the road, as she suddenly looked up and returned his gaze in the mirror, her green eyes seeming to penetrate his blushing face.
There was hardly any traffic on the neon-lighted highway and the only break in the monotony was an occasional garishly-lit drive-in.
The depression which had followed his wife's cock teasing was beginning to lift, and he tried to sort out his feelings. He couldn't really blame her for the way she felt about hacking. He knew she was inclined to be a little stuck-up about the whole thing, feeling that a cab driver was just a bit beneath her. Still, he couldn't help that-he had to make a living somehow, and he couldn't think of anything else that would bring in the money he was making now. He resented the fact that she didn't encourage him or give him any help at all. He wouldn't mind that at all, he reflected, if she hadn't been so damn cold to him of late. The memory of her soft, pliant body, eager under his touch just a few minutes before, sent stirrings of pleasure through him. It was so long since he'd fucked her, and he was conscious of a dull ache of desire for her.
In spite of their differences, he really loved her, and wanted to fuck her as much as he had when he married her over two years ago, but he was beginning to lose patience with her and her nagging ways.
"Have you got a light?" the passenger's sultry voice breathed close to him.
Fumbling, he found his butane lighter and reached back with it, flicking it into flame. He caught his breath from the cool tantalizing touch of her fingers on his hand as she steadied it and he felt a cloud of warm smoke on his neck as she exhaled.
"Thank you, Gino," she murmured, and Gino realized she had seen his name on his I.D. tag.
"Have you been in town long, uh, Miss?" Gino heard himself questioning.
"Call me Penny," the young woman purred, her hand touching him caressingly on the shoulder. "No," she continued, "but I'm familiar with this part of Jersey, and I intend staying here for quite some time!"
Gino wondered if he had imagined the tone of teasing suggestiveness in her voice, and felt the heat rising to his face again.
"That's ... that's good, Penny!" he mumbled, aware of her lingering hand, which still rested near his neck.
"I have a summer home at the beach," Penny explained, "and I'm going to spend the rest of the summer there. Of course, I'll be all alone, but maybe you'll come visit me, Gino?"
"I ... ah ... sure...." he finished lamely, unsure as to how he should react to this outspoken woman. Suddenly, he wished the drive was over. He felt increasingly uncomfortable, listening to her ambiguously seductive remarks, and Goddammit, she was a hell of an attractive broad, even if she was in her thirties. The heady, exotic aroma of her perfume wafted across to him, an intoxicating fragrance that curled around in his brain, conjuring up smoldering, exciting images, affecting him like some mystical drug, and making the fire rise from neo mo coc
SOI foi th tx m ai v d I 1 the heated depths of his loins. Pull yourself together, man, he told himself, she's just another fare, and you're acting as if she's ready to jump into bed with you.
"Mmm ... it's very hot in here!" Penny murmured behind him.
"I'll open the window," he replied, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. She had taken off her light summer coat, and Gino could see that she was wearing a thin dress of silk, the same color as her hair, buttoned down the front, and he was just able to catch a glimpse of the firm, full vee which marked the beginning of the swell of her firm, full tits. He thought he could see the faint outline of her nipples against the light fabric, and wondered suddenly if she was wearing a bra.
"That's better," Penny whispered as Gino rolled the window down a few inches.
"Don't you feel hot?" she asked, leaning closer to him.
"No, I-" he began, glancing over his shoulder. His eyes fell to the voluptuous curve of her tits, and a shudder of disbelief convulsed him at what he saw. The blood rushed roaring to his face as he turned his attention back to the road. He just couldn't believe it! She had unbuttoned her dress, until it was open to the waist, and he saw plainly the smooth, firm flesh of the milk-white mounds. What was she trying to do, showing her body like that? He was only flesh and blood-there was only so much a man could take before he'd lose control completely. And God only knew, with her sexy suggestive remarks, her touches, and now this, he had very little control left. Involuntarily, he stole another surreptitious glimpse in the mirror. A wave of dizziness swept over him, and his mouth hinged open as he continued to stare in the rearview panel, oblivious to the road and its dangers. She had completely bared one tit now, and was cupping it in her hand, the soft fleshy mound cradled in the palm, and her long, tapering fingers were gently titillating the pinkish, resilient flesh of the burgeoning nipple.
Oh, God, he moaned, clasping the steering wheel with both hands, tearing his eyes away from the lascivious sight of the half-naked woman in the back of his cab. His hands felt clammy, and he could feel the painful pressure of his prick as it swelled into turgidity, goaded on by the memory, etched like an engraving on his consciousness, of the doughy pliancy of the woman's bared tit. God, how he'd like to take her boobboth of them-and squeeze and knead them, roll and tweak the rosy nipples, sink his teeth into the tender, buttery flesh.
Desperately, he fought for control over the lewd thoughts fomenting in his brain. He forced his eyes to stay glued to the black snakelike length of the road as the powerful cab swallowed it up. He tried to will his pounding cock into subservient flaccidity, but somehow, the nearness of the seductive stranger was like an aphrodisiac and his tormented rod continued to strain painfully for release.
"You're the best-looking man I've come across in this town, Gino," Penny whispered, her full warm lips barely grazing his ear.
"God, Penny, take it easy!" he blurted, beads of perspiration breaking out all over his blushing face.
"I bet you're well-hung too," she went on.
Tumultuous feelings catapulted around inside his wracked frame. He felt like smashing this teasing cunt's face, silencing her lewd insinuations. Who did she think she was, egging him on like this, taunting him with her body, almost seducing him, probably just to pass the time? But at the same time, he wanted to fuck her, he wanted to feel and caress every inch of that incredible body of hers. Hungrily, he imagined the magnificence of her luscious curves exposed to him, the silky feel of her flesh beneath his touch ... he had to have her, he knew that now ... he had to have her, no matter what the circumstances!
"It's the next house on the left ... it won't be long now," Penny whispered and Gino glancing again in the rearview mirror, had to suppress a strangled gasp as his bulging eyes again alighted on the neon-shiny fullness of his passenger's naked tits.
He stepped on the gas. His cock was brutally aching in its aroused desperation and he derived a lewd satisfaction from the largeness of the bulge. Images of his wife's creamy slender body, warm and soft beside him in bed, so close and yet cruelly withheld, flicked with kaleidoscopic vividness through his enflamed brain. She was taunting him too-his own wife using her body as a prize to be won when he played the game her way and now-this bitch in the back seat was teasing him, tormenting him with her double-meaning remarks. Well, he'd show them, he frothed, show them he wasn't to be reckoned lightly with.
Driving like a madman, he careened up the road and then swerved with a sickening screech of brakes into the dimly lit driveway of a lone-standing bungalow.
"Come in and have a nightcap, Gino," Penny invited and needing no second invitation, Gino sprang out of the cab and followed his erst-while passenger. The clear night air brought him a little to his senses, and he began to wonder if he had imagined the suggestive quality in her remarks. Perhaps, he thought bitterly, my being so horny makes me read sex into ordinary conversation.
Penny turned to face him as she fumbled for her key in her small purse and with pounding heart, Gino saw that her dress was hanging open, completely unbuttoned! In the faint light, he could see the eerie gleam of her nylon panties above the rounded curve of her long legs.
Gino was aware of her eyes on his still-writhing prick, an urgent bulge against the material of his pants. And then her hand reached out to the hardness of it and brushed coolly against it. A growl began far down in his throat as he felt the electrical touch of her sinuous fingers on his burning crotch..
"Mmm ... I can tell you do have a nice, big cock!" she droned, her eyes half-closing in dreamy torpor.
Suddenly, Gino could stand it no longer. All his pent-up anger, frustration, humiliation even at being the plaything of first one woman, his wife, and now this near-stranger, boiled up to the surface, and with a savage snarl, he reached out for the teasing, tantalizing half-dressed woman in front of him, and grabbed her to him.
"In here!" she hissed and she led him a few steps into the unlocked summer porch. The screens admitted the evening air, and Gino could feel the coldness of the vinyl tiles as they sank to the floor. The woman's body was heated and fervent against him and he showered hungry, eager kisses over her face, her neck, her throat as his hands roamed in febrile haste over the suppleness of her body, tearing away the flimsy covering of her panties. The musky feminine odor of her permeated his being, increasing his desire for her. In lustful abandon, he tore away the encumbering items of his garments-ripping off the buttons of his shirt in his speed, rolling down his pants and removing them and his shoes and socks in one desperate movement. Then he smashed his lips down on hers, feeling their luscious pliancy respond instantly, and their tongues joyously found each other, dancing and writhing with each other in a mad tango of mounting passion.
Gino shivered as Penny ran her hands expertly up and down the sinewy plane of his back, probing and exploring the erogenous areas of his frame-the curve of his neck, the stretch of his flanks, the hollows of his buttocks. He felt his body melt from the deep-freeze imposed by his wife, and Penny's practiced diligent hands were the thawing agent. Gino pressed the full length of his body against hers, cupping his hands under the firm, full moons of her buttocks, pulling her loins up towards him. He could see the dark triangle of her pubic curls, gleaming like quicksilver as they meshed with his own dark, crisp wisps.
"Oh, God, you feel good," Penny moaned, and her unabashed appreciation was like balm on his wounded libido. She reached her hand down and grasped the engorged length of his throbbing dick, and began to rotate it up and down around the wet, pulsating folds of her pussy split, lubricating the palpitating hardness with the excited secretion of her softly squirming twat. The titillating feel of her soft, feminine flesh against the hard rubbery head of his cock sent scurries of pleasure racing through him, increasing the pressure in his passion-wracked balls. Flexing his hips with an urgent thrust, Gino drove the steady, rock-hard length of his member straight at the steaming entrance of her waiting cuntal valley.
"Arrgggghhhhh," she gasped as the mouth of her eagerly pulsating pussy flowered open and swallowed the plunging rod until the entire length of it was buried in the warm hungry depths up between her legs.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, "that's the way I like it, lover!"
Gino ground his pelvis into the vibrantly responsive body of the woman beneath him and he began to fuck into her with long, measured strokes. Penny returned thrust for thrust, driving her hungrily clasping pussy up to meet his downward plunges in an instinctive heathen rhythm.
A strange primitive joy captured Gino and he felt a freedom unlike anything he had ever experienced before. This feeling of liberty was a heady one-the natural abandonment of fucking and being fucked by a skillful, imprudish woman was a shot in the arm for him, infusing him with new vigour.
"Put your finger in my ass," she hissed. Gino, completely enslaved by the power of this older woman's complete sexuality, dazedly reached down and searched with his middle finger between the soft quivering orbs of her buttocks. He found the tiny puckered lips of her shithole, and teased at it experimentally, until the tight crinkled little ring popped and gave way and he was able to worm his finger in to the first knuckle.
A painful shudder spasmed through the woman but she groaned aloud and with a slight grunt, pushed her buttocks back on his finger, readily impaling herself on the painful intruder. Gino revolved his finger around against the tight rubbery walls reveling in this novel act, feeling her hotly clinging shit passage contract and loosen in a convulsive rhythm of desire.
"Oooohhhhh ... I like it, I like it...." she moane ' mildly, twisting and squirming under the pleasurable intensity of the double skewering of her asshole and cunt.
Pleasure was building up with gathering tumult in his cum-bloated balls and he knew he would shoot soon. He wanted to prolong this exquisite pleasure as long as possible, but the incredible expertise with which Penny milked his pumping prick was whipping him up to incredible frenzy, and he knew that she, too, sought to achieve her orgasmic release.
Suddenly, her body was quivering with unprecedented fury and harsh, sobbing moans were emanating from her throat.
"Agh! Agh! Aghhhhh! I'm CUUUUMMMMMIINNNGGGG!!!" she screamed, battering her widespread cunt against the jack-hammering drives of Gino's pelvis. Her body tossed and cavorted in incredible lust, and her earthshaking movements of uncontrolled passion unleashed the crescendoing violence of his own imminent release. The convergence of lust and passion in his demented balls triggered the eruption of the hot milky seed which rushed in a roiling galaxy to spew frenetically into Penny's hotly suctioning depths, milking and coaxing until there was nothing left-nothing but a dreamy euphoria which lulled him into a sensuous twilight sleep.
"Oh, God, Gino, that was wonderful!" he heard her sigh. A new feeling of power and masculinity surged through him on hearing her words.
"You're a hell of a woman, Penny!" he answered appreciatively. It was true; she had shown him a new dimension in the world of sensual pleasure and he was floating on the waves of supreme satisfaction. He resolutely cleared his mind of the guilty, unbidden thoughts of his wife which tried to creep into his head. After fucking his wife, he usually felt only a vague sense of incompleteness, inadequacy even. She didn't know how to please a man, like Penny did. He had responded in a very hitherto unparalleled way with Penny, and in a way he had never come near to emulating with his wife.
"And I hope you'll come and see me again soon," Penny was saying, penetrating in on his thoughts. Her fingers were toying lightly with his hip, and her lust-dimmed eyes were riveted on the semierect expanse of his awakening prick.
"Yes...." he murmured, "hell, yes, 111 be back very, very soon...." flattening her lush ripe body once more back against the tiled floor of the summer porch.
* * *
Gino tensed himself, expectant of the storm of guilt and remorse which he felt sure would deluge him. It came, but not with the vengeful fury he expected. He did feel a pang of conscience at the clear realization that he had just fucked another woman, and derived such incredible unbelievable pleasure out of it. An image of his wife rose up in his mind, and almost to his stupefaction, he was able to scrutinize this picture of his beautiful young wife, almost with detachment. His mind's eye roved idly over the milky curves of her luscious young body, so sensuously alluring, her long blonde hair, a golden cloud which titillated him when he felt it on his naked body, her perfect oval face, startling in its loveliness. Almost callously, he mentally compared her to the body of the lustful woman who was slightly dozing beside him. Her lovely curves, more ample but yet just as provocative compared very favorably with his wife's, and Penny's face had an enticing look of experienced sensuality which his wife lacked.
Gino thought again of the intensely arousing pleasure he had just experienced in the arms of the buttery skinned siren beside him, and a shiver of vicarious delight rippled through him. Christ, he'd never experienced anything like it. He felt as if she had taken him on a trip out of this world, and he had decided that he never wanted to come back. He had almost forgotten that such pleasure existed-all his life lately seemed to be bound up in his wife's hang-ups, her inhibitions, and even though he could get excitingly, excrutiatingly aroused by the tantalizing touch and look of his wife's glorious young body, he never seemed to get anywhere. There was something missing in their relationship-he didn't doubt that-but what? Was it that she lacked experience, he wondered. But surely I should be able to counter that, he retorted to himself, it's my place to teach her, show her....
He felt Penny stir beside him, and a warm haze of well-being seared through him. Penny was no problem in that respect, he chuckled to himself. Damn, he'd never known a woman who fucked like she just did. She was like a goddess made for love, for sensual excitement. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at her. She was stretched out on the floor, her opulent body a glimmering streak on a dark background. Her sumptuous flesh had an ethereal quality that made Gino hesitate to reach out and touch it, although it seemed to him that every sense ached to do so. The pinkish brown crests of her lemon-colored tits contrasted delicately with the smooth peaks, and Gino's entranced gaze followed the superb line of her curvaceous hip, to the apex of his attention, where the dark colored pelt of her pubic mound sprouted in a vee between the clamped together columns of her long, shapely legs. The enticing spot drew his eyes like a magnet, and as if aware of the dynamic attention focused on the erogenous area, Penny shifted slightly, parting her satiny thighs a little, revealing a faint glimmer of naked pink flesh beneath the dark fringe.
Gino felt his throat go arid and he was conscious of his involuntary gulping action. His eyes began to water from the strain of his unwavering stare, and he felt that at any minute he might go berserk and throw himself on the helpless woman.
His eyes travelled back to her face and astonished, he saw that she was looking at him.
"Like what you see, baby?" she drawled, a sensual smile spreading over her relaxed countenance.
"Oh, God, Penny...." he barely managed to gasp.
"Well, I like what I see, and what I got!" she laughed, her hand reaching out and just barely touching the half-flaccid bulge of his cock. Her touch was like a searing poker on his naked flesh and he was amazed to feel that his dormant cock was beginning to rise into virility again. Her touch was like magic on his sleeping member and he looked at her in reverent awe.
"Penny, I ... I've never known anyone like you before!" he stammered, embarrassed about his tongue-tiedness.
"Well, you're quite a man yourself!" she smiled, her fingers playing lightly on his tortured flesh.
I like this guy, Penny mused to herself, and he's pretty good in the sack, too! She glanced appreciatively over his hard, lean body, appraising his rugged masculinity, her scrutinizing eyes darting back continuously to the no longer inert bundle she was absent-mindedly caressing. It always gave her a thrill, no matter how many times she had done it, to see and feel a wonderful male cock grow and expand under her touch-a feeling of power, really, that she could work such a miracle. She couldn't help feeling a little sorry for Gino, guessing that things weren't going too well at home. She knew that he was probably feeling a pang or two of guilt, and wondered idly what kind of wife he had. One thing's for sure, she mused, she should hold on to this husband of hers-he's much, much too good to lose!
Gino lay back against a porch chair, his eyes closed, basking in the wonderful torpor which was spreading through him from the hypnotic, caressing strokes of the woman's fingers on his enervated dong. The cool digits were like ice against the burning heat of his throbbing flesh, and he could feel the tumultuous churning in his balls, which he thought had been tranquilized for quite some time by the incredible release he had experienced not long before. But now it seemed as if they were clamoring for further stimulation, further exquisite freedom. As if reading his thoughts, Penny's hand slipped down and cupped the mutinous sac in her soft palm, and Gino thought that they would jump out of her grasp from the electrifying jolt that chasmed through them at the sudden, delicious contact.
With a stifled gasp of disappointment, Gino felt his rolling cock released and suddenly they felt more exposed, more naked than they had ever been before. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes, and stared in disbelief, as he saw Penny's soft hair dipping down to his tormented loins. Once more, her fingers closed around the thick stem of his prick, and then, a strangled moan tore from his lips as he felt the unbelievable, dizzying touch of her tongue on the head of his hotly throbbing shaft! He couldn't believe it! She was kissing him there, kissing his cock!
Further sighs of pleasure issued from his dry throat as her luscious wet tongue snaked up and down and around the palpitating length of his elongated prick, bathing it with her warm salival juices, warming it with her heavenly scented breath, coaxing and teasing it with her full, ripe lips. Then she had enclosed it in her mouth completely, her firm lips tightening around the stamen, below the mushrooming flesh of the hard rubbery head. The exquisite pressure that she was exerting on the rigid circumference thrilled him beyond belief, and then, when he felt the tip of her diligent tongue flitting in and out of the narrow slit at the top of the throbbing, spongy head, he could not surpress a wild expression of jubilation.
"AAAhhhhhh ... oh, God, that's wonderful, Penny ... Christ, it feels so ... so fantastic!"
Penny warmed to her task, exhilarated by Gino's excited remarks. She enclosed more and more of the hard, pulsating length of his shaft in her warm, soft mouth, swirling her tongue in and around the heated flesh, feeling the veinous underside pulsing wildly against her organ, and running her teeth up and down the top side, feeling them grate teasingly against the aroused flesh. The dark curls of his pubic hair brushed against her face and she inhaled his exciting male odor, which went to her head with intoxicating force. Eagerly, she continued to pump at the softness of his balls, squeezing in time to her frenzied tongue caresses, working up a froth of passion in herself and in the crazea ooay 01 her companion.
Gino felt as if his entire body was inflamed with the fires of lust. It was so long since anything remotely like this had happened to him-he had long since given up hope, let alone attempts to encourage his wife to perform this incredible act on him. But somehow, the very thought of kissing his prick, enclosing it in her mouth, was utterly repugnant to his wife, and Gino felt a flush of mortification creep over him even now as he remembered the shambles of such efforts on his part to get his wife to try. Nothing but shame and embarrassment and hot words ever ensued from such encounters and Gino had all but resigned himself to a life minus this incredible sensation.
But now-the impossible had happened, and this voluptuous woman was kissing, sucking, slavering over his delighted prick, and was obviously reveling in it herself. He could see her graceful body twitching and writhing as she worked over his burgeoning cock, and he was filled with new desire for her. The nearness of her body was an added aphrodisiac and automatically his hands went out and grasped the curvy firmness of her molded hips, his fingers digging into the soft, delftlike flesh, feeling the vibrancy of her passion. He could see the gleam of her pubic fleece and beneath it the faint sheen of her moist delicate pussy. Her thighs were slightly parted and Gino longed to kiss and stroke the soft velvety flesh in between them.
Mesmerized by the proximity of her incomperable femininity, he knew suddenly what he wanted to do. With a savage, animal-like groan, he pulled her closer to him, pulling her off balance, causing her to release his inflated prick from the warmly sucking sanctuary of her buttery mouth.
Relentlessly, he maneuvered the surprised woman, his hands like talons in her yielding flesh, drawing the womanly curves of her pelvis closer to him. His eyes were bulging out of his head and his breath was ragged and uneven like a cornered stag as he positioned the unresisting woman until her erotically flaring hips were level with his perspiring face. With a savage-sounding snarl, he wrenched her cream-white thighs apart, startling her into emitting a little gasp, and exposing the enticing plane of her luscious pussy to his avaricious view. He drew in his breath at the tantalizing sight, taking in every detail of the pink, gently-throbbing furrow. The dark-fringed outer lips were swollen in arousal, and were quivering like a frightened doe, and they richly framed the small, fluted inner lips which gleamed a faint mauve. The small, clasping hole which they surrounded was petal-shaped, a chiffony pink, and above it, the tiny red tip of her clitoris was barely visible. Gino lowered his eager face to the intriguing sight, glorying in the musky female redolence which wafted out to meet him, and then, as if in slow motion, he placed a thumb on the hair-lined protective folds and tentatively drew them apart, revealing still more of her feminine secrets to his lascivious gaze.
He poised for a split second more above the breathtaking sight, and then flicked out with his tongue and swiped it along the full length of the pulsing ridge.
"Mmmmmm," Penny sighed, "your tongue feels so good on my pussy."
Gino swirled it in and out of the moist steamy recesses, delighting in the nectarine sweetness of her creases and crevices, probing and burrowing deeper and deeper, as if he wished to get to the very bottom of the well of her womanhood.
Penny began to grind her pussy up against his downstroking tongue, her whole body taking on a sensual undulating rhythm.
"Oh, Gino, that's it ... it's so good...." she moaned through gritted teeth as he began to dab rhythmically at the warmly contracting opening to her naked cunt.
Abruptly, he plunged his stiffened tongue straight into the burning orifice, feeling the heated walls close in greedily on his plummeting organ.
"Aaaaggghhhhh," Penny gasped, squirming forward and screwing her hungry eager pussy down on the searching tongue. It seemed as if he plunged down to her very depths, as if his relentless tongue went on and on undaunted in its purpose, indomitable in its superlative donation of pleasure and more pleasure. He rotated it around inside her, encouraging her inner tissue to flex in return, establishing a diminutive rhythm of its own in her dark, pulsating interior.
And mindless with pleasure, Penny returned to her interrupted task, seizing the still rigid rod in her mouth and doubling her efforts, determined to give back as much of the delectable sensations as she was getting.
Is this really happening? The weird thought flashed through Gino's dazed mind as he continued the teasing swirlings of his tongue. He felt as if inner forces were at work in the insatiable channel of Penny's pussy to capture permanently and wrench from its moorings his unceasing tongue. The membrane of her cuntal canal closed in so fiercely on his organ that he felt every pulsebeat transmitted from her body to her twat reverberated on his piteous weapon. The flanges of her cunt -rimmed his nose, making breathing difficult and his own labored breath returned in warm smothering clouds from the moistly sucking confines of her pussy. Her thighs, too, grasped his head like a vise, trapping him in his groveling position, cutting him off from everything but the overpowering reality of her cunt. A sense of total exhilaration had possession of him, making him feel as if he had wings. He could hardly believe that it was really himself who was a partner in this wanton sixty-nining with a near-stranger; that it was he who was kissing and licking this incredible woman's vibrant, demanding pussy while she in turn was sucking so hungrily on his cock! But it was true! Or else he wouldn't be consumed by such overpowering flames of intense excitation which threatened to sweep him off his feet and turn him into a raging inferno of devouring lust.
Demented, he entrapped the little button of
Penny's turgid clitoris between his teeth, holding it there, while his tongue wrecked passionate havoc on the sensitive little tip, causing uncontrollable shudders to convulse through Penny, and making her gasp and sob around the burgeoning pole of his prick, still firmly clenched between her tightly locked lips.
In a frenzy of excitement, Penny ran her tongue over the squirming softness of Gino's rebuilding balls, coating them with her saliva, gnawing at them with her teeth, and then teasing the tiny wet tip down between his buttocks, dabbing at the tiny, sensitive mouth of his asshole, sending ripple after chill of obscene pleasure careening through him.
Their bodies were welded together, fused completely at either end, and curved like a bow in the middle. They rocked and flailed about in unison, creating new thrills and fresh sensations in their perspiration-coated bodies. Their two tongues worked as one, dipping, sucking, swirling, licking, driving their tormented genitals into an even greater frenzy of incredible passion.
The end came for both of them at once, too, and their wild, climactic shrieks were drowned in the recesses of each other's thighs, as Gino shot jet after jet of white, steamy liquid deep into the woman's eagerly gulping throat. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated, like a fish gasping for breath out of water, as she sought to swallow the unbelievable torrent which flowed into her from the seemingly bottomless well of Gino's excitedly contracting nuts. Her own orgasmic juices cascaded down in a gentler mist, dampening his face as he continued to lick and caress her hotly throbbing pussy flesh for long moments afterwards. Their mouths seemed glued to the damp, orgasming flesh, as the last rushes of release emptied themselves, and the quivering, palpitating spasms ceased, and a satiated peace returned to the two orgiastically exhausted bodies.
* * *
Since Gino's wife continued to hold out on him, he spent more and more time with Penny until he was fucking and sucking her cunt three and four times a day and several more times every night. It soon became obvious to his wife that something was going on. She suddenly noticed one day that she could rub her tits up against his back when they were in bed and nothing would happen to his cock. She could jerk it up and down for ten minutes and he wouldn't even show signs of getting a hard-on. Her tactic of trying to use sex as a weapon had back fired on her and she knew that Gino was getting his fucking some place else. She decided to follow him one day and Gino was unlucky enough to get caught by his wife while he was sucking Penny's cunt.
His wife caused quite a scene in Penny's bungalow, but it didn't perturb Penny in the least. She continued to fuck for Gino right up until the end of the summer season on the shore and then she left telling Gino that she would see him on the weekends.
Gino's wife in the meantime had gone to Reno and divorced him. This made Gino very sad as he truly loved his wife. He just couldn't make her see that his cheating was her own fault for holding out on his nooky.
It was getting close to Christmas time when Gino was just sitting around the house feeling sorry for himself, when the doorbell rang. Gino got up and opened the door and almost fell over with surprise. It was his wife standing there with her luggage on either side of her. It was cold outside and Gino helped her into the house with her luggage. They stood there looking at one another for a few moments, neither one of them speaking. It was his wife who broke the silence.
"I've come back home, Gino," she said.
"What do you mean?" Gino frowned.
"I mean that I know that it was all my fault and I want you to forgive me and take me back," his wife said pleadingly.
Gino's heart was beating fast. The one woman that he could love in this entire world was begging him to forgive her and take her back. He wanted to jump with joy, but something inside of him told him to play it cool.
"I don't think that it would work out," Gino said. "After all, I couldn't go back to sleeping with a woman who would never let me fuck her."
"Gino," she said quickly, "I promise that I will never say no to you when you want to fuck me again. You can fuck me any time of the day or night, any place and in any way that you want too. Just please, let's get married again."
"Well," Gino hesitated. "I don't know about getting married again...."
"All right," his wife said, quickly, "Don't re-marry me. I'll move in with you without getting married. I just can't live without you."
"All right," Gino said. "Let's try it for a couple of months. If you decide that you want to call it quits, you can. If I decide that I don't want you around, you shove off."
His wife agreed, and they took her luggage up to the master bedroom.
"Just to show you that I mean what I say," Gino's wife said ... and then paused as she got down on her knees in front of Gino and zipped down his fly. She reached inside his trousers and pulled out his flaccid prick. Before he even had time to get a hard-on, his wife was sucking his cock.
Gino was so surprised at her action that he just stood there gawking as his wife sucked his cock into an erection. This was something that they had never done while they were married. This was something that they had argued about time and time again. Now here she was without any urging from him, doing what he had always wanted her to do ... suck his cock. It didn't take her long to get him to cum in her mouth and she swallowed everything that he shot between her lips ... and it was some load that he blew off into her mouth.
"I promise to suck your cock whenever you want me to and you can eat my cunt whenever you get the urge. I won't ever stop you from doing anything that you want to me," his wife promised. "Well see," Gino said.
Two years have passed since his wife returned to him and they have been the best two years of Gino's life. She has never held out on him once. She has never complained about his driving a hack and she has never bitched because he never remarried her. In fact, Gino doesn't intend to remarry her. He realizes that his wife is very insecure in their setup and that she is afraid that he might throw her out at ahy time. So she doesn't do anything to aggravate him. If he says fuck, she fucks ... if he says, suck, she sucks ... whatever he says, she does. He would be a fool to remarry her and mess up their relationship. He even goes over to Penny's place.every now and then and throws a fuck into her. His wife knows about it, but she never says a word. She knows when she is well off.
CHAPTER FIVE
Joe was standing in the alcove of the church. He was there to take his daughter by the hand and lead her down the aisle of the church and give her away in marriage. He couldn't help but think back over the past eighteen years and how quickly they had passed. Here he was fifty years old ... his life seemed to have flown by over night.
He thought back to the day that she was born and how cute she was ... and then he thought about the years that followed when she was a toddler and then entering school and finally the day of her thirteenth birthday when he looked at her for the first time and realized that she didn't look like the other girls at the party. No, she looked much older than her thirteen years. She could easily have passed for seventeen or eighteen. She had a pair of tits on her that would make any mature woman green with envy. He had to yank his eyes away from her and force himself to remember that she was his daughter and still only thirteen years old. His eyes fell on his daughter's best friend, Rita. She was also very pretty and very mature for her age. He didn't have to yank his eyes away from her because she wasn't his daughter. He could gaze at her and let his cock get hard without feeling any qualms of conscience. He would sure like to throw a fuck into that little girl ... rub his cock between her big tits and then shove it into her tight thirteen year old pussy. His thoughts were interrupted momentarily by his daughter Ella's future husband walking by. Then his thoughts flew back over the years again and to the day that he went to Rita's house. Rita when she was just thirteen years old ... why did he go to her house that day? ... Oh, yes ... the watermelon ... his wife had sent him shopping and told him to buy a watermelon and drop it off at Rita's house as Ella was going over there for a pool party and she was sure that the kids would appreciate a watermelon. He remembered driving up to Rita's house and parking the car. He lifted the heavy melon and walked to the front door and knocked. He waited for a few moments, looked for a door bell, but not finding one, he knocked again on the door. He was about to set the heavy melon down and go around to the back of the house by the pool, when the front door opened.
"Oh! Mr. King," Rita said as she stood in the doorway looking at Joe. She was still wearing the brief bikini, but it was wet, and clung to her body like an added skin. Her short blonde hair hung in the air in large wet strands surrounding her beautiful, sharply-featured face. "I just came in from a swim in the pool. I thought I heard someone knocking on the door," she went on, as she looked at Joe curiously, surprised to see Ella's father there at that time of the day, holding onto a watermelon.
Joe held up the melon for Rita. "I was out shopping, and I thought you kids might enjoy something to cool you off today, it's so warm out," Joe felt a little sheepish over his half-baked excuse. He couldn't keep his eyes from wandering over Rita's voluptuous body.
"Oh! That looks delicious, Mr. King," Rita exclaimed, smiling pleasantly at Joe. "It looks so heavy! Would you mind bringing it inside for me?" She added this, and turned and walked in the other direction without waiting for his answer to her request.
Joe followed her into the house, and he studied her young teenage body carefully as she led the way into the kitchen. She was barefooted, and her wet bikini bottom was pressed tightly into the crevice of her firm round buttocks. It was even more stimulating when she moved, as she walked in a highly sensual way. Her firm tan thighs did not touch as she walked, but rather, Joe guessed that the small space between then was no more than half an inch. When she got to the kitchen, she turned to Joe and motioned to the area where he should set the watermelon down on the floor.
"It's awfully nice of you to think of us, Mr. King," she said, and as soon as Joe had set down the watermelon she turned again and walked away. "You must let me return the favor and buy you an ice cold beer!" Rita stopped and waited for him to catch up to her. Then she pointed to a room which looked like a den, and they walked into the room together. She motioned for Joe to sit down on a sofa, then she went to a paneled wall and pushed a button, exposing a fully equipped bar behind a wall panel. She took a bottle of beer out of a small refrigerator. "The other kids and Ella went to get some records at Jimmy's house, Mr. King. It was luck I decided not to go with them. Do you want a glass?" she asked, holding up the cold bottle.
Joe didn't quite know what to make of Rita, he wouldn't have followed her into the den if he had known she would be alone in the house, and he wondered if she had guessed that, and so waited to tell him then that she was alone for the afternoon. He decided to test her a little. "Bottle is fine," he said, in answer to her question. When she took a sip from the bottle before handing it to him, he knew that she was "interested."
"Tastes good! Hope you don't mind drinking after me," Rita smiled coyly as she handed Joe the beer.
He returned the smile, and he drank from the bottle taking a large swig. "I guess the watermelon was a good idea. It should taste tood when the kids get back," Joe stated. He was making small talk to see how Rita would react.
"Yes. It will take a few hours, but if I put it in the refrigerator now, it will be nice and cold when they get back."
So she wants me to know they won't be back for some time yet, Joe thought. But he could tell that Rita was experienced for her years, and he decided that she was leading him on for the fun of it. Rita was still standing by the sofa, and she started to walk to the door.
"Would you excuse me for a minute, Mr.
King? I'd like to get out of this wet bikini and into something more comfortable," she said. Then, reaching the doorway, she turned as if to wait for Joe to reply, and she unfastened the back of her swim top, holding the material with her hands to keep it from falling from her full young tits. "I'll only be a second," she added, then she walked away.
Joe nearly laughed out loud. She was too obvious. Her taking a drink from his beer, and the action with the bikini top was all too apparent. Joe was amused, but he decided he didn't want to go along with her little game. He didn't really like being put on, and that was what he felt she was trying to do. He drank down the remainder of the beer, then walked to the hallway she had gone down and called her name. He decided to tell her that he had to get into town right away, but she didn't answer his call. He waited a moment and called her again, she didn't answer.
Half mad and half curious, Joe started looking down the hall to see just what had happened to Rita. He was sure she had heard him shout, and he wondered why she didn't answer him. At the same time, he was becoming excited, as it occurred to him that she might not have been putting him on. Maybe she could tell that he was excited by her body, he thought, and he had to admit to himself that he wouldn't mind getting into that tight young pussy. In fact, when he came right down to it, he would like to fuck the shit out of her. Hell, he thought, he hadn't been getting much at home for a week.
Halfway down the hall, Joe came to a door that was partway open, and he looked inside, but could see nothing in the darkness of the room. He wondered if it was a large closet without windows, it was so dark. "Rita?" he asked into the darkness.
"Come in and close the door, Mr. King," he heard her teasing voice, "I'm here, on the bed!"
The little bitch, Joe thought. So she really does want to play. He was a little hesitant, but the exciting thought of getting into her thirteen year old pussy made him do as she asked. He walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He cursed the darkness, but figured it was some kind of fetish with Rita, so he didn't say anything about it. By the time he had groped his way to the place where her voice had come from, he was already getting a hard-on just from thinking about putting his cock in her tight young cunt. His eyes were slow in adjusting to the darkness, as he had looked outside into the sunlight just before he had entered the darkened room, and he was surprised when a hand suddenly took hold of his hand and placed it on a bare tit.
"Don't talk, just get on top of me and fuck me," she said, and she was quickly unbuttoning his shirt.
Joe felt the firm tit, and the nipple on its soft tip became hard in his hand. It really seemed strange to run his hands over the young smooth, naked body beside him. Because it was so dark that he couldn't see her with his eyes, he wondered if he was in a photographic darkroom. Yet, the sensation of seeing her with his hands was really quite exciting, and he decided that he liked her little fetish, after all. When she had trouble getting his pants off, Joe stopped his fondling of her body to help her get him out of his pants. When he was finally naked, he reached for her again, and he felt the edge of a bed directly alongside where he was standing. She was already lying on it, and he crawled onto the bed to join her. Silently, he ran his fingers lightly over the whole length of her beautifully shaped, voluptuous young body.
"MMMMMmmmm!" she moaned, as his hand ran up the smooth skin of her thighs and brushed against the fuzzy pubic hairs at her crotch.
Joe crouched down to explore the delicate form of her pussy with his hands. He wanted to 'see' it completely through his sense of touch, and he slowly ran his fingers around the base of her soft belly. First, he cupped her between her legs, feeling the sparse patch of soft young pubic hair. She invitingly spread her legs out wide to make his exploration easier, and he ran his fingers over the soft lips of her pussy, gently tracing the form in his mind. Using the thumb and forefinger, he parted the lips, and with his other hand, he felt the narrow slit and the damp soft flesh of her young twat. When he reached her clitoris, he could feel the throbbing little nerve-end harden to his touch, and he stroked it gently with his middle finger. She responded by spreading her legs out even further.
"AAAaaahhh!" she groaned in a low, throaty voice. She squirmed her buttocks down into the mattress in time to his manipulation of her clitoris, and Joe could feel his cock grow harder as he imagined her face was tense with passionate reaction to his probing finger.
Positioning himself between her wide-spread legs, Joe couldn't resist his urge to feel her tight cunt passage any longer, and he felt for the crevice of her small round buttocks. He came in contact with her tiny puckered asshole first, and he pushed against it with his finger for a second. The tight rubbery ring of flesh felt virgin, but he held off pushing his finger up inside of it. She squirmed her buttocks against his finger, and he then moved it up along the damp valley to the ragged fleshy opening of her passionate twat. Joe shoved his middle finger into the smooth slick passage as far as it could go, and he felt the tight wet walls hotly grip around his finger as it probed deeply up into her cunt.
"OOOOooouuuu!" she moaned in the pure darkness. Joe grew more excited from the tantalizing touch sensation of her tight pussy. His cock was fully erect and throbbing from the blood pressure filling it to rock-like hardness. He decided that he had to put his aching column where his finger was buried. He pulled his finger out of her moist clasping cunt and, taking her legs in his hands he bent them back toward her head. At the same time, he slid up her body until his long hard prick lay across her moist wide-opened pussy, along its full length. The touch of her body against his, in the absolute darkness, was a fabulous sensation to him. He had her legs pinned back by her arms and his shoulders, and her firm young tits pushed into his chest as he lay heavily on top of her.
Her face was a few inches from his, and he could feel her warm breath against his cheeks. But even that close, he still couldn't make out her face clearly. Just by the feel and sound of her breath, Joe found her lips with his mouth and kissed her hungrily. Her tongue pushed up into his mouth and flicked deeply inside in answer to his wet kisses. He had never tasted such sweetness before, and he wondered if he was more aware of all sensations because of the total darkness. He could feel her hands reaching under the exposed buttocks as she arched up slightly, and the sensation of his balls being massaged by her hands sent shivers up his spine. His hard cock jerked in response to the added moisture flowing out around it from her tender twat. It felt as though she was flexing her cunt lips to squeeze his throbbing cock along its full, distended length.
With her mouth still locked tightly to him, she shoved her hand down between their bodies, searching for the hardness of his cock. Joe gasped as she found his pulsating rod and fondled the swollen gland tip with her cool, long fingers.
He couldn't get over how much the darkness affected his senses. Her scent was fantastic, and it reminded him of the sweet smell of damp lilacs and roses. Every nerve in his body seemed to be feeling and touching her delicate flawless body, and she felt like a sexual goddess. He pushed his upper body away, until his hairy chest was just barely making a contact with the hardened tips of her firm young tits. He moved his chest from side to side, brushing lightly against the sensitive twin mounds of creamy flesh.
"OOOOoouuuu, nice, nice," she whispered sensuously, wiggling her body bneath his warm chest. Still fondling the tip of his cock with one hand, she ran her other hand over his buttocks and up along his back to pull him down so she could bury her face against his neck. She nipped at the flesh there, running her tongue over the taut cords of his neck muscles. He could feel his daughter's girl friend's hair against his cheek, and for a moment he was confused by it. But suddenly she began to roll her hips against his throbbing cock, the wet canal of the wide-spread pussy teasing his cock into greater hardness and full readiness.
"Fuck me now, Mr. King," she whispered in his ear, and her words made Joe well up with sexual desire. He would fuck the little prick-tease until she couldn't walk and begged for him to stop.
Joe lifted his hips slightly, and she grasped his rigid column in her hand, moaning aloud as her hand felt the immense size of it. She guided the blood-filled tip up and down between her legs, parting the moist lips of her smooth pussy. Her pubic hair brushed tantalizingly against the head of his cock, which grew harder from the sensation until he thought it surely would explode.
Driving his hips forward at exactly the right moment, he pushed through the tight opening of her teenage twat, plunging the thick head inside. The wet walls of her cunt seemed to clamp tightly around his swollen member, as he pushed inward for a few inches.
"OOOOOoohhhh!" she moaned, arching her back up to take in the whole length of his cock. Backing off very slightly, he pushed ahead again, parting the clasping walls of her cunt as his thick, hard column rammed into her womb, but he held back from driving it to its full length. The head of his cock was jerking with excitement as he felt a ripple of wet lubricating juices in the warm wet passage.
His flexing member stretched and expanded her hot little cunt, sending such waves of pleasure through her body that she was about to scream to have it all inside her. She reached up around his buttocks to pull him down, while she tried desperately to screw her cunt up onto his large throbbing column. He could feel the urgency of her attempt to pull him quickly onto and into her belly, and letting go, he rammed down into the raging hungry passage. His huge pounding cock slammed down the grasping pussy like an exploding piston, and her cuntal passage clamped around it like warm, wet liver.
Then, with a loud smack of his balls smacking into her tiny puckered asshole, he hit buttom. She let out a low throaty scream as the fleshy rod ripped into her fiery womb. She jerked back instantly to escape the sudden and very unexpected pain of the huge driving cock buried deep within her belly. She hadn't expected him to go so deep, and he pushed harder, mashing his pelvis against her wet pubic hair. She was skewered good, and he held still for a moment, to let her adjust to the pain of his huge cock filling her tight cunt. She was completely in his control, and he wanted her to be sure of it. He flexed his deeply buried member several times, and with each expansion of the fleshy head, she groaned.
Joe ground his pelvis slowly into the soft flesh beneath him, and she trained up to adjust to his huge sunken staff. Then, very slowly at first, she backed down the long column, her pussy sliding with a wet, sucking noise until just the tip of his cock remained in her. She held poised in that position for a moment, then she arched her hips up and sucked the long member, inch by inch, back into her cunt, until the thin sparse hair of her pubic mound was pressed hard against his pelvis. The tight, moist walls working up his cock seemed to pull hard at every nerve along the shaft, and he felt the pressure of hot juice in his balls beginning to build up. The tip of his long prick throbbed with wild sensations as it slid up deep inside her smooth flat belly.
Damn, she's a hot little bitch, Joe thought, and he blinked his eyes several times against the total darkness. He could only see little pin-holes of light that leaked into the room from somewhere, but the pleasure of her hot pussy sliding along his long stiff cock made him forget about the darkness. He was too caught up in fucking her to really care about being able to see clearly. He clamped his eyes shut, and concentrated on seeing her abandoned screwing of her hot young cunt up and down his throbbing cock. The feeling of her whole hot little twat clasping at the long cock as he withdrew, caused him to form pictures in his mind of its tight ragged flesh pulling at his every fiber. Then, the drive back into her belly, pushing the wet slick walls of the hot passage apart as his cock slid deeply inside her. Her legs were still held tightly up around his neck, and she used her arms and arching back to take him in to her maximum depth. Her loud breathing came in short gasps as she fucked her burning crotch up and down on his hardened prick.
Joe felt several sharp little pains as she suddenly dug her fingernails into his back, and she gasped out words that he couldn't understand. Her pelvis began grinding at a surer, faster pace, hungrily sucking up and down his rock-hard member with her clasping cunt. Each time his cock was buried to the hilt, she wiggled her buttocks up hard against him. She was wild with lust, and her fucking became completely abandoned to it. Joe thought she was about to climax, and he began screwing into her with long hard strokes of his thick cock. Her asscheeks seemed to grab at his balls as they bounced against her anus with each downstroke. Low groans from deep within her throat came continuously out into the dark room.
She seemed to be completely out of control beneath him, as her body thrashed crazily with his driving lust-maddened monster.
"OOOooohhh, fffuuucckkk mmmmeee!" she screamed, her hands pulling crazily at the muscles of his back, her wildly heaving tits pushing hard against his chest. She slammed her wide-spread crotch up hard against his long hot cock, catching it and holding it deep inside her belly. Then, as if triggered by the deep plunge of his hard cock, her belly began jerking spasmodically and uncontrollably as her whole cunt contracted again and again along the fleshy column.
"AAAaahhh! Aaaahhhh!" she moaned and jerked wildly beneath her friend's father. He could feel the hot juices her clasping little pussy was splashing forth around the swollen tip of his prick, and rippling it up and around it as the hot liquid squirted out her tight, filled opening to mat down his pubic hair. Her whole body bounced and jerked her climax to continuous spasms of thick running cum that gushed down between their tightly-mashed bodies over her tiny puckered asshole and his hair-covered balls. She was in a frenzy of wild, uncontrolled passion, and it drove the older man crazy.
He pulled back away from her tight hold, withdrawing his long lust-swollen cock to the opening of her soaking pussy, and like a dog gone crazy, he slammed his whole body down as his cock ploughed deep inside her still cumming cunt. His balls grew tight from the pressure within them, and they slammed into her wet, wide-open round buttocks.
Her body came up to meet his downward thrust as the springs in the bed squeaked and rolled from the incessant pounding. Her hot passage was wet and sticky from her climax as his thick cock drove into her with long, hard strokes. She could feel the enlarged head sliding up and down inside her hot passage like a huge fist, and the slapping of his balls against her cum-covered asshole as he pressed forward on the downstrokes. She tore frantically at his back with her fingernails. Her whole cunt quivered from his huge cock working hungrily inside her womb.
Joe could feel his hot sticky cum burning near the tip of his cock. He knew that he was about to climax, and he drove his cock faster and faster into her clasping young pussy. Just as he slammed in deep with his cock, a weak light faintly out-lined the room, and startled, he looked to where the light was coming from. He couldn't believe his eyes! He thought he must be crazy from his nearly-exploded climax!
Standing naked by a small light near the bed was Rita! She was fingerfucking herself while staring at him. Not believing his lust-crazed eyes, Joe looked down at the girl beneath him just as his cock exploded with his cum.
Ella! He was fucking Ella, his own daughter!
She could feel the huge gland grow larger as it slammed deep in her hot belly and began spurting flaming liquid way up inside her ready womb. Her flat stomach began to jerk in response to the hot splashing load of cum as it careened around between the walls of her dilated pussy passage.
"Son of a bitch!" Joe yelled, as he jammed his spewing cock inside Ella's satiated cunt. It was too much! He was lost in the passion of her beautifully fucking young body.
Her cunt clasped tightly around on his liquid shooting instrument, and again erupted, spilling her own white-hot cum in the wet flooding passage.
The sight of her jerking lust-filled body, made Joe even more excited with the whole situation, and his cock kept spurting his hot cum deeper and deeper into his daughter. She was screaming as she climaxed again, and her belly heaved as his hot cum kept shooting into her like it would never stop. The mixture of their cum poured out the wildly contracting lips locked like a tight rubber band around the base of his cock, and ran freely down the drowning crevice of her exposed ass, onto the bed. Her whole body kept lurching against his, her cunt milking at the swollen cock for more and more cum. They were one with their passion, and their bodies stuck together as if desperately maintaining their climax. Neither noticed Rita as she climaxed around her own fingers held deep in her passionate cunt, but she was staring at their wild mutual climax with lust-filled eyes.
Finally, the last drop of cum spurted from Joe's passion-wracked cock, and he collapsed onto Ella, her smooth, youthful belly still jerking spasmodically beneath him.
... That was five years ago that the two thirteen year olds had tricked him. Tricked him into fucking his own daughter. They had him trapped then. He had to fuck the both of them at their whim. He fucked Rita many times and the thought that she was so young did not really bother him. It was the thought of fucking his own daughter that he never got used too. Ella ... his little Ella ... was an insatiable nympho. And she took so many chances. She even figured out a way that he could fuck her in the house when her mother and his wife was right in the next room. Whenever Ella wanted her father to fuck her, and that was very often, she would make sure that a sleeping potion was in her mother's tea.
When Ella finally announced to her parents that she was going to get married, Joe thought that at last his ordeal would be over ... but that didn't stop Ella from forcing her father to fuck her ... take last night ... the night before the wedding ... Ella had put the sleeping potion in her mother's tea and he had to fuck her all night ... not only fuck her, but eat her ... she made her father suck her pussy four times in one night ... Joe had cum so many times that he didn't think that he was going to be able to stand up to give his daughter away. Then this morning when they had a few minutes alone, Ella told him that he would be fucking Rita until she got back from her honeymoon. She explained that things would not be any different for him just because
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