The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female a-like. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, join the neighborhood mate-traders.
Emily Goodwin is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of perversity and a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lie coiled like snakes, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse them.
A fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Emily Goodwin was almost at the back door of the Johnson house when she heard the moan. Emily immediately recognized what it was.
She was thirty years old, and even if she was the wife of a preacher, she knew what a woman in the throes of sexual pleasure sounded like. She made sounds like that herself, or she had made them in the days before her marriage.
Sometimes she thought that being married to a preacher was a chore. Jeremiah never did pay her much attention. It was true he was twenty years older than she, but it was almost as if he had no interest in women.
Now Emily's pussy quivered as she heard the moan once again. It had to be Lucy Johnson. The trouble was that Brian Johnson, Lucy's husband, was out of town on a road trip and whoever was in the kitchen with Lucy certainly wasn't her husband.
Emily knew she shouldn't pry, but her curiosity got the better of her. She just had to see. She had never in her life seen people doing it and she was shivering with excitement.
Moving stealthily towards the back window of the Johnson house, Emily carefully positioned herself so that she could see into Lucy's kitchen. Her heart pounded and her eyes widened with amazed excitement.
She could feel the little button of her clit hardening between her cuntlips. It seemed awful to be standing there wetting her panties but she felt almost glued to the spot. Her cuntjuice gushed freely now and she just couldn't help it. The scene in front of her eyes was too good to miss.
There was a man in the kitchen with Lucy.
He was sitting down on a chair and Lucy was standing in front of him between his knees. Emily thought she recognized him. He looked like Hank Nicholson, a member of Jeremiah's congregation. At the moment Hank certainly had no interest in religion.
Lucy was standing there stripped to the waist with her heavy pink-nippled tits hanging over his face and Hank was busily fondling and squeezing the two cantaloupes of tit-flesh.
Emily quivered. She was impressed by the size of Lucy's tits. They were much bigger than her own. Lucy's nipples were enormous and looked swollen, almost as though she were pregnant.
Hank's fingers were squeezing and pulling at Lucy's long nipples. Another moan came gurgling out of Lucy's throat as she closed his lips over one of her nipples and began sucking.
"Oh, yes, lover! Oh, God, yes! Suck my tit! Oh, God, yes! I love that!"
Hank sucked in a great mouthful of her titflesh, chewed and sucked and slurped, and then dropped it out of his mouth and shifted to the other one. He repeated the whole process on this tit, and soon Lucy's nipples looked like red cherries about to explode!
Outside the window, Emily shivered and trembled and squeezed her thighs together. Cuntjuice ran down her inner thighs now, and she hoped it wasn't going to wet her dress.
My heavens, Emily thought, I haven't been this excited in years!
Inside the kitchen Hank, at last, got up from the chair. Cupping Lucy's big tits in his hands, he nuzzled her neck and trailed little wet kisses down to her cleavage. Lucy moaned louder and slipped her hand down to his crotch.
"Oh, my Lord!" Emily gasped, staring at the bulge of his hard cock thrusting through the material of his pants.
She quivered with expectation. She knew God would punish her for standing here and spying on Lucy but she just couldn't help it. She prayed that Lucy and Hank would stay in the kitchen and do whatever they were going to do. She'd die if they left the room now and went somewhere where she couldn't watch. She had to see!
A moment later Emily stifled a gasp as she watched her friend pull Hank's zipper down and bring his big, angry-looking cock out in the open. Emily hadn't seen a strange cock in years. Not since she'd been married.
She stared fascinated at the cockjuice oozing out of Hank's pisshole and dripping slowly down to the floor. Lucy ran her fingers up and down Hank's heavily veined, purplish cockshaft. She fingered the knob of his cockhead, squeezing his spongy plum, and then she reached into his fly and pulled out his hairy balls.
Oh, my Lord! Emily thought. What have I been missing all these years!
"This is what I call horsemeat!" Lucy giggled. "You sure do have a big prick, Hank!"
"All for you, honey!" Hank chuckled. "I guess big tits deserve a big cock! They make a nice match. I sure hope Brian appreciates these tits. It would be a real shame to think they were going to waste!"
"Never mind Brian. I don't want to talk about him. Today it's just you and me, honey."
Her knees trembling, Emily slipped a hand inside the pocket of her dress. Her fingers were just able to reach her cunt mound. She found her little clit and began rubbing it. There was no way she could stand there and watch what was happening in the kitchen without touching herself!
God will forgive me, she thought. It was really Jeremiah's fault. If he had given her the attention she needed, if he had stoked her oven the way a man ought to, her pussy wouldn't be so hungry for a workout.
Yes, the truth was if Jeremiah had given her the fucking she needed she wouldn't be so damn horny!
She managed to get two fingers against the mouth of her cunthole, but her dress and panties were in the way and she had to settle for simply rubbing her cunt mound with the flat of her hand as she gazed at the couple in the kitchen.
Thank God it's my day off, Emily thought. This is so exciting it would have been awful to miss it.
Emily had a job in the front office of a nearby motel, and if this had been any other day except her day off she would have missed everything. Maybe God wanted her to see this! She thought about it and felt much better.
That was it! The Lord had arranged everything!
Inside Lucy now had her fist closed around Hank's big fuckpole. Emily watched as Lucy pumped his cock-meat up and down, all the time murmuring God knows what to him.
Emily gasped as Lucy smeared the cockjuice oozing out of his pisshole all over his cockhead, while her free hand moved down to grab his balls.
Emily could just hear them speak when they talked out loud. Now Lucy began speaking rather loudly, almost on purpose.
"Christ, what a prick!" Lucy said. "It really turns me on to hold a cock like this!
Hank chuckled. "What really turns me on is to have a pair of pretty lips wrapped around the tip of my cock. How about it, honey? How about giving the old pussy-stretcher a good hard suck?"
Giggling like a teenager, Lucy sat down on a kitchen chair and pulled her lover forward to stand between her knees. His cock swayed and pulsed in front of her face.
"It looks delicious," Lucy hissed. "I can't wait to get it in my mouth!"
Holding his balls in one hand, she extended her tongue and began licking his cockhead.
Outside the window, Emily gasped as she watched her neighbor Lucy Johnson stretch her lips wide over the swollen red knob of Hank Nicholson's cock.
Lucy expertly gobbled up Hank's cockshaft a little at a time. She filled her mouth with his throbbing fuck-meat. She purred and sighed and licked and sucked. She appeared to be having a wonderful time!
Barely breathing outside the kitchen window, Emily realized she was jealous of her friend. She hadn't had a cock in her mouth since her high school days and her mouth watered as she watched Hank's cock disappearing inside Lucy's face.
She imagined how his cockhead would feel jabbing at the back of her own throat. She imagined how it would taste on her tongue. She'd always liked the taste of cock and jism. Especially she'd loved the taste of jism!
She watched Hank buck his hips, grunting as he fucked his prick in and out of Lucy's sucking mouth.
"Oh, yeah!" he groaned. "That's the way, honey! That feels good! Oh, yeah, you really know how to suck cock!"
Her cheeks caved in from the suction of sucking, saliva drooling out of her mouth to soak his cockshaft and balls, Lucy sucked and slurped on his rigid fuck pole.
Emily could see little beads of perspiration on Lucy's face as she stretched the ring of her lips around his thrusting cock-meat.
The little blonde outside was overwhelmed. The sight of Lucy's lips moving up and down on Hank's glistening cock brought back to Emily memories of a time when she had been free and easy with sex. Her marriage to Jeremiah had changed all that. It just wouldn't do for a preacher's wife to have a heart filled with lust. Or, apparently, a pussy filled with cock!
Jeremiah even insisted that Emily wear her long, thick, blonde hair back in a simple bun when it looked so much more flattering hanging loose around her face.
The truth was that Jeremiah didn't want her to look sexy, and Emily had to agree that he was right about that, too. He was, after all, a preacher. But she wasn't. She wasn't a preacher and she was sick of living like one!
Emily quivered. She wasn't very good at being a preacher's wife. Her juice-drenched panties testified to that!
Instead of being horrified by the sight of Lucy and Hank committing adultery in Lucy's kitchen, Emily was jealous! She was jealous of the way Lucy's lips sucked on Hank's cock. She was jealous of Lucy's tongue swirling over his fat cockhead, and licking up his cockjuice. She was jealous of Lucy's mouth sucking and licking as Hank plunged his cock-meat in and out of her throat.
God forgive me, she thought, as she continued rubbing her pussy. She was so hot! Her cunt felt as though it were on fire! Her feet felt rooted to the ground.
There she was in the full light of day watching her neighbor suck a man's cock and loving every moment of it! Jeremiah would have a stroke if he ever learned of it!
Emily sometimes wondered if she should have married a man so much older than herself. Jeremiah was past fifty. Maybe that was the reason for their problems.
But she knew there were men even older than that who still had a strong interest in sex. It couldn't be that. It had to be something else.
Maybe their marriage just didn't work anymore. Her hungry pussy told her this was true. A married woman wasn't supposed to go around horny, was she? Isn't that what husbands were for?
Now Lucy Johnson pulled her mouth off Hank's cock and the couple in the kitchen began stripping their clothes off.
Her heart pounding, Emily watched as they moved into each other's arms completely naked. Hank's hand moved down to Lucy's crotch. His fingers slipped between her thick wet cuntlips.
Lucy's cunt hair was brown, darker than her sun-streaked hair, and her figure was still good. Her lover rubbed the mound of her pussy with the flat of his hand, smearing her cuntjuice round and round her cunt-bush.
"Oh, yes, lover, that gets me hot! That's good! Oh, yes, give it to me like that! Oh, yes, rub my cunt like that! It feels wonderful!"
Lucy moved her legs apart to expose her crotch to his hands. Emily watched her belly quiver as Hank pushed two fingers into her cunthole and slowly pistoned them in and out.
Emily trembled with jealousy and lust as she watched the finger-fucking. There was nothing that excited her more than having a man's hand on her cunt.
In the early days of their marriage, Jeremiah used to play with her pussy all the time. The feel of his fingers rubbing her clit and pushing into her cunthole had always driven her wild.
Emily had lost track now of how many weeks had passed since Jeremiah had mounted her. They always did it in the dark, as though it were something shameful.
Watching Lucy Johnson humping her pussy at Hank's hand was incredibly thrilling! "That's a juicy little cunt!"
Hank snickered. "Why don't you sit up on the table and I'll suck it a little. There's nothing better than a mouthful of hot, juicy pussy!"
Lucy giggled, obviously turned on by his lusty language. Boosting herself up on the kitchen table, she lay back and pulled her feet up to rest on the edge.
Her knees fell open to fully expose her crotch. Emily could see it all. She could see every nook and cranny of Lucy Johnson's gaping cunt.
Outside, Emily shivered with lust as she gazed at her neighbor's pink, hairy, wet pussy. The cuntlips were thick and swollen and ready for fucking. Emily could even see Lucy's clit. It stuck out at the top of Lucy's slit like a little pink cock.
Pulling over a chair, Hank sat down and ran his hands up and down along the insides of Lucy's thighs. Lucy moaned and urged him to get on with it.
"Suck my pussy, honey! I love to be eaten. Eat my cunt!"
"Christ, what a gash!" Hank hissed.
Emily listened outside barely breathing. It had been years since she'd used language like that and she realized how much she missed it. Dirty talk was a turn-on!
Now Hank plastered his mouth down on Lucy's cunt, lapping at the oozing gulch between her cuntlips.
"Oh, yes!" Lucy wailed, squirming her ass on the table, urging him on.
She mewled and sobbed with pleasure at the feel of his mouth on her hot pussy. Dipping his tongue into her cunthole, Hank drank up her cunt juice and noisily swallowed it down.
"Delicious!" Hank croaked.
"Oh, God, that's good!" Lucy moaned. "Suck it, honey! Suck my pussy! Make me come! I think I can come soon!"
She pulled her knees all the way back to her chest, rocking her crotch back and forth to grind her pussy against Hank's face.
Pulling his mouth away a moment, Hank gazed down at Lucy's cunt. He opened her cuntlips with his fingers and probed her brimming cunthole. He briefly touched her little erect clit.
"I always knew you'd be a hot little number!" he snickered.
Lucy groaned. "Oh, God, I can't wait anymore! Fuck me now! Fuck me, Hank! Stick your prick in my cunt now!"
Snickering at her need, Hank pushed the chair away and stood up. Now for the first time Emily had a good look at his cock. His prick was much bigger than she had thought. His cockhead looked enormous, a bloated knob dripping juice onto the kitchen table.
I wonder if the Johnsons eat dinner at the kitchen table? Emily thought, restraining a giggle.
Emily brought her attention back to Hank's crotch. His hairy balls dangling there between his legs looked as though they were filled with jism.
Emily shivered. He reminded her of an animal. A lusty, healthy, horny animal. Holding her breath, she watched as he moved in to stand between Lucy's open thighs.
She watched mesmerized as Hank fisted his cockshaft and pushed his bloated cockhead between Lucy's gaping cuntlips. He paused for a moment, rubbing his cockhead up and down Lucy's slit.
"Dynamite!" Lucy hissed.
Each time his cockhead touched Lucy's clit, Lucy moaned and wailed and squirmed on the kitchen table.
"Stick it in!" she wailed.
Hank grunted. Shifting forward, he shoved his cock with one smooth stroke all the way into her cunt-channel.
A long wail of pleasure came out of Lucy's throat. "Oh, God, yes!" she moaned. "Oh, God, that's good! That's good! Fuck me, Hank! Fuck me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Sure, baby, sure! That's what I'm here for!"
He began slowly plunging his cock in and out of her clutching cunt, and then gradually the tempo of his fucking increased.
Her hand furiously rubbing her pussy, her eyes wide as she gazed into the kitchen, Emily watched as Hank fucked her neighbor faster and faster.
He was soon pounding Lucy's cunt with hard thrusts of his rampant fuck pole. Each stroke brought a groan out of Lucy's throat. Each stroke caused Hank's balls to slap against Lucy's ass.
At last Hank bellowed, "Oh, fuck, I'm coming! Here it comes!"
"Yes!" Lucy cried. "Yes! Shoot it! Give it to me!"
Hank stiffened. "Aaargh!" he shouted, as he began shooting his load into Lucy's cunt.
Emily's fingers found her clit and rubbed in a frenzy. She imagined his jism was blasting into her pussy instead of Lucy's. She imagined his cock was pounding her cunt instead of Lucy's.
Rubbing frantically now, Emily came, moaning softly and spasming on her hand as Lucy convulsed and cried out inside the kitchen.
Lord have mercy on my soul! Emily thought.
Whimpering with jealousy and frustration, Emily crossed the yard and stole back to her own house.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day at work Emily was still in a state of shock over what she had seen in Lucy Johnson's kitchen. She sat behind her desk in the office of the Carousel Motel trying not to think about it, but the more she tried the more she did think about it, and finally she just gave up and let herself recall every detail of what she had witnessed.
Her pussy pulsated at the memory of Lucy Johnson sucking and fucking with Hank Nicholson. Emily was thankful she was alone in the office. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs tightly together. Her poor, little clit received some stimulation this way, but it wasn't enough. At last, with a sigh, she got up and went to the ladies' room.
Jeremiah hadn't been too enthusiastic about her working at the motel, but she had convinced him that it would be perfectly safe. Now Emily locked herself in a cubicle and raised her dress. Slipping her pantyhose down, she sat down on the toilet with her thighs open and her fingers jammed against her pussy.
She diddled her clit, running her fingertip up and down the shaft of the sensitive bud. She rolled and pulled at the little nub, tugging and teasing it and biting her lip to keep from crying out.
Rubbing her crotch with the flat of her hand, she slowly massaged her wet cunt-flesh and once again pictured Lucy Johnson's mouth going up and down on Hank Nicholson's cock.
Emily had once sucked a boy's cock in high school, but that had been many years ago. Watching Lucy do it had been the most exciting thing she had ever seen in her life.
Shivering with lust and embarrassment at her own self-indulgence, Emily moved her fingers to the mouth of her cunthole and slowly pushed them inside.
"Oh, Lord!" she moaned, careful to be as quiet as possible. "Oh, Lord, that feels good!" she murmured.
She thought about her marriage. What did she really want? Jeremiah was a good husband in many ways. Was it being unreasonable to ask for more physical affection?
No, that wasn't it at all. It wasn't physical affection she needed. What she needed was fucking and she might as well call a spade a spade. That was it. She wanted and needed good, hard fucking, the kind of fucking that would rattle her bones.
She wanted to feel free to do all sorts of things, things she'd never done, things she hadn't even thought about since her high school days.
Was it wrong to do those things?
For years she had listened to Jeremiah. With a Bible in one hand, he constantly preached against fornication and lust and the sins of the flesh.
Emily was tired of it all. She was tired of fucking in the dark. She was tired of just dutifully lying there like a log while Jeremiah pumped his seed into her pussy. She was tired of the long weeks of no fucking at all.
She was thirty years old. A woman at that age needed loving, and the more the better.
I must do something, she thought. I must do something or I'll go mad!
She plunged deeper into her wet cunthole, pinching her cuntlips and strumming her clit. With a sigh she added another finger to the two already inside her cunthole and pistoned her fingers in and out of her gaping pussy.
She quivered at the realization that she was actually hand-fucking her cunt. Her three fingers were almost as thick as a cock. As she fucked them in and out of her cunt-channel, she used her thumb to rub and stroke her clit.
God, what a sinner I am, she thought.
She didn't care. Her swollen cunt-flesh needed attention. Her pussy ached with need. She didn't care anymore about sin. Let Jeremiah deal with sin. She was sick of it.
Despite her resolve, Emily was too inhibited to give herself more than a small orgasm there in the ladies' room cubicle. Afterward, she carefully wiped her wet pussy with some tissue and returned to her desk.
A moment later the bell at the front desk rang, and, with a sigh of irritation, Emily went to see who it was. The desk clerk, damn him, ought to have returned from lunch an hour ago.
The man who had rung the bell was a new guest. He was a nice-looking man a few years older than Emily, with a lazy smile and bright eyes.
He signed in and grinned as he ogled Emily's tits. "Charles Weed," he said. "My friends call me Charlie."
Emily blushed and nodded. She caught his eyes on the swell of her tits. She was wearing a bra, of course, but her thin blouse did little to hide the size and shape of her tits. Charlie Weed evidently approved.
Emily felt herself getting hot. She could feel cuntjuice begin gushing out of her pussy to run down her legs. His eyes glued to her tits, instead of going off to his room, he stayed there and flirted with her.
He laughed and joked and made it altogether obvious that he was interested in her. Emily quivered. She had a premonition of what was going to happen and it both excited and frightened her.
She felt her nipples tingling and getting hard under the thin material of her dress. Unsatisfied from her interlude in the ladies' room, she felt herself getting hotter and hotter.
"You're a good-looking woman," Charlie Weed said at last. "I'm here in town only a few days. I'm not busy this afternoon. If you'd like some company, come on over to my room and we'll have a drink together."
Twirling his key on his finger, he tossed her a broad smile and walked away.
Emily returned to her desk with her heart pounding and her tits heaving. She thought about Charlie Weed. She thought about Lucy Johnson and Hank Nicholson.
She felt her clit hardening. She wondered if Charlie Weed would be as exciting a lover as Hank Nicholson. She wondered if he looked as good as Hank with his clothes off.
Moaning swiftly at her wantonness, she crossed her legs again.
I'm burning up with lust, she thought. I can't go on like this. Did she dare accept Charlie Weed's invitation?
Minutes passed. She argued with herself. She chastised herself. She finally told herself that if she passed up this opportunity she was a fool.
When the desk clerk returned from lunch, Emily told him she had some shopping to do and that she would make up the time later on. She didn't wait for him to ask any questions.
He didn't really care anyway. It wasn't unusual for Emily to take an hour or two off in the afternoon when things were slow. She made up the time and the motel manager, a man named Abner Dawson, didn't mind.
Luke Dawson, the desk clerk and Abner's cousin, teased Emily as she left.
"You be a good girl, you hear?"
Emily blushed and hurried out. She prayed no one would see her going into Charlie Weed's room. If they did, she would pretend she was visiting a friend.
Anyway, Luke Dawson was the only one who might be inquisitive and he was back there in the office.
Within moments Emily found herself standing in front of Charlie Weed's room. She hesitated, her knees trembling, and then she asked the Lord's forgiveness and tapped lightly on the door.
The door opened immediately. Charlie Weed stood there with his coat off and his collar unbuttoned. He stared at her for a moment, and then his face split into a smile.
"Well, well," he said. "If it isn't the little blonde from the front desk. Come on in, honey. You're just in time. I was about to go out and wander around town looking for company. I've got a bottle of bourbon and a bucket of ice. Come on inside and tell me about yourself."
Emily trembled as she walked into the room. She had no intention of telling anything except her name. Charlie didn't seem to care.
"Emily's a nice name," he said. "I once had a girlfriend named Emily. She was a pretty girl. Almost as pretty as you are."
Emily blushed. Charlie Weed certainly knew how to flatter a woman. She shivered when she saw his eyes on her tits again. She instinctively pulled her shoulders back.
She had never really thought of herself as a pretty woman, but she knew she had nice tits. That was certainly where the men always looked.
She sipped the bourbon that Charlie Weed had handed her and smiled as he told an old joke that Emily had heard years ago.
"Well, no matter," Charlie said. "We're not here to talk, are we?"
He took the glass out of Emily's hand and put it down on the table nearby. He pulled her to her feet and the next moment Emily found herself in his arms with her lips fused against his.
She struggled at first, but then she realized this was what she had come here for. There was no sense pretending. It was only natural that Charlie Weed wanted to kiss her. It was also quite pleasurable.
She quivered as Charlie sucked and bit her lips. Her belly quaked as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. When he pressed against her, she could feel the hard bulge of his cock.
She was soon responding to his kisses, rubbing her belly against his, plunging her tongue into his mouth, and finally wrapping her arms around his neck.
Charlie's big hands moved over her back and down to the cheeks of her ass. Emily mewled with pleasure as he clutched her firm, plump asscheeks and pulled her crotch hard against his.
"Please, let me catch my breath!" Emily gasped at last, twisting out of his arms.
Charlie grinned. "You sure are a pretty woman," he said.
Emily blushed furiously and turned away. She gasped when Charlie came up behind her and reached around to grab her tits. He squeezed her heaving tits, pinching and pulling at her thick nipples through the material of her dress and bra.
Emily moaned. She could feel his cock pressing into her ass. It felt wonderful! Her pussy quivered as he massaged and lifted her tits.
"You've got wonderful tits, Emily," he murmured. "So firm and full."
He hefted her tits in his hands as though weighing them. "Jesus, what a pair of tits!" he croaked. "You've really got them, haven't you?"
Emily groaned. All her resistance vanished. When Charlie turned her around, she melted in his arms. Once again his hands moved to her asscheeks.
He squeezed and fondled and pinched the lush cheeks of her ass, and rubbed his hard cock back and forth across her belly. The feel of the big bulge in his crotch made Emily shudder with lust.
She pushed back against him, grinding her body against his. She could feel the juices flowing out of her cunt now to wet the insides of her thighs.
Her cunt felt on fire. She squirmed and trembled and gently pumped her pussy against his thrusting cock.
This time, when they broke the kiss, there was no pretense anymore. She was his. She stood there motionless as Charlie carefully unbuttoned the neck of her dress.
He slipped her dress off her shoulders and beamed at the sight of her luscious tits swelling in the cups of her bra.
Emily shivered at the hot lust in his eyes. God, it was good to be wanted like this!
Proud of her tits, she pulled her shoulders back to emphasize them.
"Good girl," Charlie snickered. "I like a woman who knows what she has!"
Slipping his hands behind her, he unhooked her bra and pulled it away. Emily trembled. Years had passed since she had shown her tits like this to a man.
Charlie feasted his eyes on the heaving melons. His lusty gaze soon had her nipples stiffening and tingling. She moaned as his hands reached out to fondle her swollen tits.
He squeezed her tit-flesh and pulled at her long, thick nipples. With a grunt he finally lowered his face and sucked a ripe tit into his mouth.
"Oh, yes!" Emily moaned. "Oh, Lord, that's nice!"
Charlie lapped and chewed and sucked the nipple in his mouth. He bit down gently and rolled his tongue over it. Emily quivered and groaned, one hand holding her tits up to his mouth to help him nurse.
When he finally pulled his mouth away from her tit-flesh, her nipple was red and swollen. She purred with approval as he moved to the other one.
She shivered with lust as she watched him suck her tit into his mouth and slowly gobble up more and more of her tit-flesh.
"Oh, yes!" she crooned. "Oh, Lord, yes, I love it! I love it! Oh, Lord, I love it!"
Deftly lifting her dress, Charlie slipped his hand between her legs and moved his fingers to her crotch. Emily moaned and moved her legs apart.
She didn't care anymore that the crotch of her panties was sopping wet. She wanted to feel the touch of his fingers on her pussy-flesh. God, how she wanted that!
Her knees trembled as he pushed one of his fingers between her cuntlips. He tickled up and down the wet groove, rubbing her clit and probing her gushing cunthole.
She mewled with pleasure as he massaged and rubbed and pinched, tugging at the meat of her pussy until she thought she'd fainted with ecstasy.
"You're a gusher," Charlie snickered. "There's nothing in the world nicer than a juicy pussy!"
Emily threw back her head and moaned as his fingers zeroed in on her clit. He was an expert. He rubbed up and down the shaft of her clit, rolling and pulling at her passion button as a shot of pure pleasure washed over her body.
"Oh, Lord, yes!" she wailed. "Oh, Lord, that's wonderful!"
She squirmed and moaned, begging him not to stop. Charlie had no intention of stopping. He knew all about women like Emily. He had spotted the longing in her eyes the moment he set eyes on her.
She was a dish! She was the sort of woman he looked for whenever he went on the road. A diamond in the rough. A passionate woman with a juicy hot pussy who wasn't getting enough at home, this one was one of the prettiest.
He diddled and strummed her clit with a relentless and expert touch and urged her to come."
"Let it go, honey," he grunted. "Come on my hand. It'll do you good. Just let it all hang out and then we'll have a ball!"
A deep groan of pleasure gurgled out of Emily's throat as her pussy convulsed in a spasm of ecstasy. "Oh, God!" she moaned. "Oh, my God in heaven!"
She pumped her cunt against his hand. She wailed and shuddered with pleasure. "Oh, Lord, I'm coming! Oh, Lord, yes! Oh, God! Oh, sweet Jesus, help me!"
CHAPTER THREE
Charlie Weed stripped Emily's clothes off like a man peeling a rare fruit. When he had her naked, he made her stand up for a while so that he could look her over.
Emily trembled with excitement. The look of animal lust in his eyes made her pussy quiver and her heart pound. She blushed at the jiggling of her tits as she turned to show him her ass.
"Gorgeous!" Charlie snickered. "Christ, what a body!"
"Please," Emily begged, "let me lie down on the bed. I'm too bashful for this."
"Nonsense," he chuckled. "With a body like yours you've nothing to hide. Jesus Christ, look at that gorgeous ass! And your pussy! All that thick, blonde hair. You rarely see that on a blonde. My God, woman, you're a dream!"
"You're awful," Emily whimpered with a smile.
She told herself she had no reason to be so modest about her body. He'd already had his fingers on her cunt-flesh and his mouth on her tits. He'd already made her come. She hoped he would soon fuck her brains out and it was silly to be shy.
"You're still wearing your clothes," she chided. "That's not fair."
"Good girl!" Charlie guffawed. "I was wondering when you'd ask!"
He rose up and began peeling his clothes off. Emily trembled as she watched him. She bit her lip as his hairy chest appeared. Soon his pants and shorts dropped to the floor and she was able to see his hard, dripping cock.
"Okay?" he chuckled.
She could feel the tightness in her pussy as she gazed at his big cock and bloated hairy balls.
"Oh, yes!" she breathed.
His cockhead looked enormous. The veins on his cockshaft seemed to pulse with a life of their own. His hairy balls looked bloated and full of jism.
She decided his equipment was every bit as exciting as Hank Nicholson's. Why should Lucy Johnson have all the fun? Lord forgive me, she thought. I'm a sinner!
But staring at Charlie Weed's thick rigid cock and dripping pisshole, she quickly pushed all thought of sin out of her mind. The only thing that mattered now was to enjoy this wild afternoon with a stranger who would be out of town before she knew it.
At last Charlie allowed her to stretch out on the bed. He lay down beside her and once again ran his hands over her body.
"Are you especially sensitive anywhere?" he asked.
"Huh?"
"I mean do you want me to touch you anywhere in particular?"
Emily finally understood. "Anywhere at all," she said softly. "I love to be touched everywhere."
"A woman after my own heart," he chuckled.
Emily moaned and pulled her knees back as his fingers moved into her crotch. Her belly quivered as he probed between her dripping cuntlips.
The shades were drawn, but the afternoon sun filtered into the room through the blinds and she knew that her crotch was totally exposed to his gaze.
It was wonderful to have a man who wanted to look at her pussy. It was exciting to have a man who got turned on looking at her pussy. Jeremiah never looked at her cunt. Even in their early days together, he'd said it was a sin to look closely at a woman's private parts, as he called them.
Now she groaned and squirmed her ass as Charlie screwed two fingers into her cunthole and slowly pistoned them in and out.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Oh, God, yes!"
"Juicy pussy," Charlie muttered. "Christ, what a gash!"
He plunged his fingers in and out of her sucking pussy, stretching and reaming her fuck-channel. Emily whimpered when she heard the squishing noise made by his fingers as they churned her cunt-meat.
Her belly quivering, she humped her ass off the bed and fucked her pussy back at his hand.
"That's the way," he murmured. "Pump that cunt, baby! That's the way to do it! When I get my prick in there, that's the way to pump! Good and hard!"
She cried out when she suddenly realized he was tickling her asshole.
"Oh, no!" she squealed. "Not that! Not my ass!"
Charlie snickered and paid no attention. He rubbed his finger over the tight ring of her little asshole and then slowly pushed it into her ass.
"Oh, Charlie!" she wailed.
His finger was already wet with her cuntjuice and it slipped in with ease.
Emily tossed her head from side to side and groaned with pleasure. Her hair had come loose from her bun and it flew over her face and shoulders.
She clamped her ass down on his invading finger and wailed. She squirmed her ass on the bed, shivering and shaking at the lewdness of having his fingers in her asshole and cunthole at the same time.
Supporting himself on one elbow, Charlie beamed as he worked his fingers in Emily's crotch.
"That's right, honey," he said. "Let yourself go! Just let it all hang out! That's right!"
He pumped and pistoned and screwed his fingers, massaging the thin wall that separated her cunt-channel and asshole.
"Hot, little asshole!" he grinned. "Jesus, what a piece you are! Here, honey, put your hands on your knees and hold them back. Charlie Weed's going to suck your pussy!"
Emily groaned as she pulled her knees back until they were pressing against her tits. Was he really going to do it? Was he really going to get down there and suck her juices? Just the thought of it almost made her come again.
She held her breath as Charlie positioned himself on his knees between her legs.
"Oh, God!" she moaned.
Charlie looked at her and grinned. "You don't have any objections, do you?"
Emily was afraid to say anything. She looked down at his face as it was poised so near her gaping wet pussy. She moaned softly and rocked her ass, hoping that he would get the idea that she was dying for it. He did.
Charlie chuckled and looked with hot eyes at the pink, wet meat of her drooling cunt.
"Back where I come from we call this box lunch," he chuckled.
Gripping her thighs in his big hands, he swooped down to plaster his mouth against her oozing pussy.
"Oh, Charlie!" Emily wailed. "Oh, my God!"
She shivered at the first touch of his lips and tongue on her cuntflesh. She gyrated her ass on the mattress, pumping her wet cunt back into his face.
"Oh, Lord, yes!" she sobbed. "Suck me! Suck my pussy! Oh, Lord, yes! Oh, sweet Jesus, forgive me, but I love it! Ilove it!"
Charlie licked and sucked and lapped his tongue up and down over her quivering little clit. He stuck his tongue briefly into her cunthole, slurping out a gob of cuntjuice and noisily swallowing it down.
"That's what I call the nectar of the gods," he snickered. "And I'll drink to that!"
He fastened his mouth to her cunt again, chewing and nipping at her thick, meaty cuntlips. He sucked and licked and slurped at her pink, wet cunt-flesh until Emily rolled her eyes back in her head and wailed.
Spasm after spasm racked her body. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her pussy and convulsed her body. A series of loud moans escaped her throat as Charlie continued sucking her cuntlips and massaging her clit with his nose and mouth and tongue.
Cunt juice gushed out of her cunthole to drench his face. He drank up whatever he could.
Her hands still holding her knees back to her tits, her legs thrashing up and down, she pumped her pussy at his sucking mouth and came up again and again.
When it was over, when she was stretched out on the bed limp and exhausted, Charlie waited until she had calmed down and then he took hold of her hand and pulled it down to his crotch.
Emily gasped and closed her fingers around his throbbing cockshaft. The feel of his cockmeat pulsating in her hand made her quiver with lust once more.
She ran her fingertips up and down his rigid fuck pole. She squeezed the knob of his swollen cockhead and slipped her fingers down to fondle his balls.
"That's the way, baby!" he croaked. "Yeah, touch my balls! I like that! That's the way!"
She groaned with delight at the feel of his cock-flesh in her hand. She loved his prick and couldn't wait for it to ram into her cunthole.
"So big and hard!" she whimpered.
"Pump it a little," Charlie said. "You can make it even harder. Pump it up and down a few times. That's the way."
Emily purred with pleasure as she fisted his cockshaft and slowly pumped it up and down. His cock-skin moved smoothly back and forth over the flared rim of his bloated cockhead.
Remembering what Lucy Johnson had done to Hank Nicholson, she used the ball of her thumb to smear the juice oozing out of his pisshole over his cockhead.
She squeezed and rubbed his rampant prick until Charlie cautioned her to slow down.
"Easy, honey," he said. "We don't want the gun to go off. Not yet."
"Tell me what you want," Emily whispered. "I'm not very good at these things."
"Sure, baby, sure," Charlie chuckled. "How about a little head?"
"Head?"
Charlie whistled. The diamond was much rougher than he'd thought.
"You just scoot down there and take my lit tie old pussy-stretcher in your pretty little mouth," he said.
A shudder ran through Emily's body. She had seen Lucy Johnson do that to Hank Nicholson. Yes, she wanted to do it to Charlie! She wanted Charlie's big, fat cock stuffing her mouth!
"Yes!" she said. "Yes, I'd like that. I'd like your cock in my mouth, Charlie!"
Getting up on her knees, she leaned forward and began licking his big cockhead.
"That's the way, baby," he said. "That's the way. Lick it a little and then get it in your mouth. Let nature take its course."
Emily at last opened her lips and engulfed his warm cockhead. It tasted pungent and salty and delicious. She mewled with pleasure at the feel of his spongy cock-flesh pressing against her tongue.
"Am I doing it okay?" she gasped.
Charlie shoved her mouth back down on his cock. "Fine, honey," he croaked. "You're doing just fine."
She sucked and slurped at the fruity bulb of his knob, and then she opened her jaws as wide as possible and gradually began to gobble up his cock inch by inch.
She gagged when Charlie suddenly lurched upward and jabbed his cockhead at the back of her throat. She pulled away, sliding the ring of her lips back up his cockshaft until only his cockhead was in her mouth.
"Suck it, honey!" Charlie hissed. "Suck it hard! Move your mouth up and down. Make believe your mouth is a pussy!"
Her pussy once more burning with passion, her senses overwhelmed by the lewd pleasure of sucking his fat cock, Emily stretched her lips around his cockshaft and began fucking her face up and down on his rampant fuck pole.
Charlie grunted with approval. He held her head in his hands as she sucked on his cockmeat. He bucked his hips, fucking his prick at her face.
Saliva drooled out of Emily's mouth and ran down her chin. She stuffed herself with his fuck-meat, filling her mouth with his iron-hard cock and gluttonously running her tongue over his cockhead.
His eyes glittering, Charlie gazed down at his heavily veined cockshaft as it moved in and out of her stretched mouth.
"Oh, yeah!" he groaned. "That's good, honey! That's the way! You catch on quick!"
He finally had to push her mouth away in order to avoid shooting off in her throat. He wouldn't have minded, but he wanted to fuck her cunt. He had an idea that she hadn't had a good fuck in a long time. If ever. He wanted the pleasure of putting the blocks to her.
She had a body made for fucking and the thought of climbing into the saddle and fucking her brains out made his cock twitch with anticipation.
"Lie back," he said. "Charlie Weed is going for a little ride!"
Shivering and moaning, still recovering from the ecstatic pleasure of sucking his rampant cock, Emily lay back with her legs pulled up and spread wide and waited for him to mount her.
She quivered with lust as he climbed between her milky-white, firm thighs. She whimpered with pleasure as she watched him fist his cock and position his cockhead at the yawning mouth of her cunthole.
"I'm gonna fuck you until you holler uncle," he hissed. "I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before. I'm gonna make you see stars!"
She trembled. His long, thick cock looked like a baseball bat about to plunge into the depths of her churning pussy. God, how she needed it!
"Fuck me!" she wailed. "Please fuck me! Stick your prick in me and fuck me!"
Charlie grinned. "Okay, baby, okay. Easy does it, Charlie's not going anywhere. Charlie's right here and he's going to make you happier than you've ever been!"
He pushed forward slowly, relishing the first moment of penetration, his eyes fixed on the way his fat cockhead stretched the gaping pink mouth of her cunt.
Emily threw her head back and wailed as he slowly buried the full length of his cock in her starving fuck-channel.
When she clasped her arms and legs around his body and held him fast, Charlie chuckled and forced her to release him.
"Not that way, honey! You've got to give me a chance to move!"
He draped her legs over his shoulders, rolling up her crotch so that he would be able to pound it with hard, lunging strokes.
Emily soon understood. She cried out as he began ramming his cock in and out of her clutching cunt. She wailed and sobbed with pleasure as he clutched her asscheeks.
Pistoning his big cock in and out of her fuck-channel, he reamed out her pussy with a vigorous thrusting that soon had her wild with ecstasy.
"Oh, yes!" she wailed. "Oh, my God! My God! Oh, my God! Oh, I can't stand it! Oh, my God, it's so good! It's so good!"
Each stroke brought a gurgle of pleasure out of her throat. Her cunt clutched at his thrusting cock. Her hands gripping his arms, she soon learned how to move.
It wasn't long before she was pumping her cunt back at him like a veteran. They found a rhythm together and Charlie urged her on.
"That's it, baby! Fuck back! Fuck the old prick! Fuck it! You've got it! That's right!"
"Oh, God, I love it!" Emily cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Keep fucking me! Don't stop!"
His cock rammed in and out of her cunt with smooth piston-like strokes. She quivered and shuddered and cried out at each bonejarring thrust.
The pace of Charlie's fucking gradually increased as he worked himself up to an orgasm. At last he stiffened and grunted.
"Oh, fuck!" he cried. "Here it comes! I'm gonna come!"
Her mouth hanging open, Emily sobbed and wailed as he shot his load into her hungry pussy. Blast after blast of his hot jism shot into her cunt.
She climaxed in a frenzy, spasm after spasm convulsing the walls of her pussy, causing her pussy to milk his cock until she had every drop of his jism.
When Charlie at last rolled off her body, Emily stretched out languorously on the bed and moaned.
"Oh, God, how good that was!"
CHAPTER FOUR
"I'll be gone about a week," Jeremiah said.
Emily thought he looked very distinguished in his dark suit and white collar. He was off on one of his lecture tours. Sometimes she wished he would take her with him. It would be nice to travel a bit. It would be even nicer to have some time alone with Jeremiah in all the towns he visited.
He always said he was too busy for anything like that. Well, now she didn't care. Her ex perience with Charlie Weed had opened her eyes to a few things.
Accepting Jeremiah's light kiss on the cheek, she smiled like the good little wife he thought she was and locked the door behind him.
With a sigh Emily peeled off her robe and made her way to the bathroom. She still felt some guilt about her brief fling with Charlie Weed, but she told herself that whatever had happened had been necessary. She had really needed it. Now that she was aware of the pleasures she had been denying herself, she was more eager than ever to make up for lost time.
She knew that cheating on Jeremiah was sinful, but she couldn't help it. She was too caught up in the demands of her body. Now, just a few minutes after Jeremiah had left, her pussy was quivering again and demanding attention.
Well, she knew how to take care of that, at least for the moment!
She had discovered a new game and she was anxious to try it once again. Humming a tune, she briefly surveyed her naked body in the bathroom mirror and then stepped into the bathtub.
The shower hose and the high pressure nozzle on the end of it was just long enough to reach down to her belly.
Settling down comfortably in the tub, Emily turned the water on and adjusted the temperature. When she had it just right, she turned her cunt up to the spray and gasped at the exquisite sensation.
She increased the water pressure. One hand fondling her tits, her fingers rolling her thick nipples, she squirmed her cunt under the spraying water.
"Oh, my yes!" she moaned.
Her clit tingled and her cunt was soon swollen and quivering. Her cunthole throbbed as a flood of cunt juice oozed out to stream into the crack of her ass.
God, it was wonderful!
It wasn't long before her cunt was on fire and needing more than just the pressure of the water. Holding the nozzle in one hand, she used the fingers of her other hand to strum her clit and pinch her cuntlips.
She finally pushed two fingers inside her cunthole and plunged them in and out, soon adding a third. The feel of the three fingers fucking in and out of her cunt drove her wild with lust.
"Oh, yes!" she gasped. "Oh, yes, good! That's good!"
She mewled and moaned as she fingerfucked herself. Her fingers slid furiously in and out of her cunt, reaming and rubbing her sensitive cuntflesh.
Her fingertips rolled and pinched and rubbed her throbbing little clit until she came, spasming in a series of small orgasms that left her breathless.
"Oohh!!" she moaned as she spasmed on her fingers for the last time.
When Emily suddenly heard the doorbell ring, she debated about ignoring it, but then decided it might be something important and decided to answer it.
Turning off the shower spray, she hurriedly slipped on her robe and went to the front door. She opened it to find a teenage boy standing on the doorstep.
Emily recognized him immediately. His name was Jerry Peterson. She had once taught a Sunday School class and she remembered him as an unruly little boy who did a lot of talking and joking and was a general nuisance.
He wasn't a little boy anymore, and he looked quite serious.
"Hell, Mrs. Goodwin," Jerry said. "I'm supposed to do the lawn today."
Emily noticed the way his eyes stared down at the swell of her tits in her shortie robe.
She smiled. "Why yes, I'd forgotten about that. Dr. Goodwin arranged it, didn't he?"
Jerry nodded, his eyes fixed on her cleavage. Her babydoll robe had a low neckline and Emily knew he could see the deep valley between her tits.
"Well, all right," she said. "The machine is in the garage. You go right ahead and get to work. If you need anything, just let me know."
When she slowly and deliberately closed the neck of her robe, the boy blushed and turned away.
Emily laughed softly as she closed the door. Did she dare? How wonderful it would be to have some fun with him!
She thought of all the exciting things she might do with a boy his age. She wondered how innocent he was. He couldn't be too experienced. She would be more or less in control of things. The idea excited her.
I'm just a hussy, she thought with a chuckle. Just a late blooming hussy. Now the new image of herself brought a quiver of lust to her pussy.
She waited a half hour. By that time Jerry was busy pushing the lawnmower around the back yard and looking a little tired and sweaty. The hot sun was fierce.
Emily opened the back door and called out to him. "Come inside and rest awhile," she said. "It's too hot out there."
When he sat down in the kitchen, she brought him some soda pop and a towel to wipe his face. She had changed into a halter top and shorts and the boy's eyes never left her tits and ass as she moved around the kitchen.
He had his shirt off and she admired his firm muscles.
"You look like an athlete," she said. "Are you?"
"I play football," Jerry grinned.
"That's wonderful," Emily smiled. "A boy your age needs exercise. And I suppose other things, too. Do you have many girlfriends?"
He nervously eyed the swell of her big tits as they peeked up and out of her little halter top.
"No, not really. Just a few. No one special. I guess I'm a little shy."
Emily flirted with him, more or less openly, and the lawn was soon forgotten. By the time she moved him into the living room, Jerry felt more at ease.
Emily felt herself getting hot. Her pussy moistened and her nipples tingled. She smiled and joked and teased him, all the time shoving her tits under his nose.
He was young but he was clever enough to realize what was going on. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was fully aware of her interest in him and that he was more than willing to have a little fun.
She guessed that he was intimidated by the fact that she was Jeremiah's wife. Trembling with anticipation, she wondered what he looked like with his clothes off. The bulge in his jeans seemed to indicate that his cock was hard, but she couldn't tell for sure. All young boys seemed to have massive bulges in their jeans all the time.
The thought of his young balls throbbing with jism made her shiver with lust. She pictured his hard, young ass pumping up and down as he pistoned his cock in and out of her wet pussy.
Her panties soaked, she finally decided she had to take the inititative. Turning the stereo on, she pulled him to his feet and smiled.
"Kiss me," she hissed. "I can tell you're not interested in the lawn anymore. I think we can have a much nicer time in here. Don't you?"
His face flushed, he held back a moment and locked at her. "Jesus, Mrs. Goodwin, are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Of course I'm sure," she laughed. "Kiss me before I change my mind."
"Well, okay, if you say so," he said quietly.
A moment later she melted in his arms. Their mouths met in a hot, wet kiss. She shoved her tongue into his mouth. His hands moved down to squeeze her ass.
He's more aggressive than I anticipated, she thought.
She pressed her belly against the bulge in his crotch. His cock was definitely hard. "For me?" she cooed.
She squirmed and pumped her pussy against his fuck pole, trembling at the feel of his throbbing prick. Crotch grinding against crotch, they pressed against each other and sucked noisily at each other's lips.
God, she was hot! A fire of lust washed over her body. She shivered and quaked at the prospect of fucking this teenage boy. There she was, a preacher's wife, standing in her own living room humping her cunt at a teenager's hard cock!
Was this the same Emily who had married Jeremiah Goodwin? I'll burn in hell for this, she thought.
"Jesus!" Jerry said, as he pulled his mouth away from hers. "Jesus H. Christ!"
He trembled with excitement. Emily Goodwin was one of the prettiest women in town. He remembered when she'd been his Sunday School teacher years ago. She was even prettier now.
His eyes raked over her tits, hands itching to grab them. His cock ached and his balls felt as though they were about to explode.
Would she really let him fuck her? The idea of it totally turned him on. He had a feeling he must be dreaming. "Jesus Christ!" he said again.
Emily pulled back with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her fingers working swiftly, she untied her halter top and peeled it away from her tits.
Jerry's eyes widened as her round, firm, pink-nippled tits sprang out. Keeping her eyes fixed on the bulge in his crotch, Emily peeled her shorts down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She tossed them aside. Hair loose, she turned to face the boy completely naked.
"There," she said, "I'm not ashamed of my body. If you want to look at it, I don't mind. But I would like to see yours, too. You do want to do more than just look, don't you?"
"Jesus, Mrs. Goodwin!"
He hustled out of his clothes, and in a moment he was facing her naked as a jaybird, with his hard young cock rearing up impatient and dripping cockjuice.
Emily smiled. She gazed at his rampant prick and bloated pink balls and she suddenly felt weak in the knees.
"Oh, my, what a treat," she said softly. "We're going to have a wonderful time! I think God sent you here to me today!"
Once again they moved into each other's arms. This time his dripping cockhead pushed against her naked belly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sucked his tongue into her mouth.
Her hands roamed over the muscles of his back and down to the firm mounds of his asscheeks.
"I want you to fuck me," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me until I'm dizzy!"
Her trembling hand moved down to his crotch. She ran her fingers up and down his hard cockshaft and pinched his cockhead, squeezing out the clear juice oozing out of his pisshole.
She fondled his balls. Her hand at last clasped his cockshaft and she began gently pumping his prick up and down.
"Oh, shit!" the boy groaned.
Emily giggled. "I think you're having a good time," she teased. "Or should I stop?"
"No!" he croaked. "Don't stop. It's nice."
"Just nice?"
"No, great. It's great!"
She smiled. She loved the feel of his cock in her hand. She liked being older than he was. She liked having him in her power.
When he moved his hand tentatively to her tits, she mewled and purred with pleasure.
"Do it!" she hissed. "Play with my tits! Suck them, if you want. I'd like that. Don't be bashful!"
His hands shaking, the boy began fondling and pinching her tits. He squeezed and flicked and pinched her long, thick nipples. He hefted her tits in his hands like two cantaloupes. He mashed his big hands round and round her titflesh, bouncing and hefting her firm melons as she quivered and crooned her approval.
"That's the way," she said. "That's lovely! That's the way!"
Encouraged, Jerry leaned down and sucked in a mouthful of tit-flesh.
"Oh, honey, yes!" she moaned, as his lips and tongue sucked and licked her nipple.
The boy lapped and licked, chewing and biting the tender bud of her nipple as she trembled and moaned. She held her tit up for him with both hands. She forced her tit-flesh deeper and deeper into his mouth.
He sucked gluttonously, pulling at her nipple with his teeth and sucking hard at the surrounding sensitive flesh.
"Oh, how lovely!" she crooned. "Now do the other one. We can't neglect the other one, can we?"
She forced his mouth off one tit and substituted the other one. Once again he stuffed his face with tit-flesh. He sucked and licked and chewed over the mound of her tit until her nipple was swollen and a little sore.
"Oh, you darling boy," she groaned. "Oh, my, yes! Oh, that's lovely! Oh, yes, you suck so good! I can feel it all the way down to my pussy!"
She gasped with pleasure as he moved his hand between her legs and ran his fingers into her thick cunt-bush.
"Oh, Jerry!" she moaned. "Oh, dear, you're not all that shy, are you, honey?"
She groaned at the first touch of his fingers between her wet cuntlips and moved her legs apart to give him room.
"Yes!" she hissed. "Touch me! Touch my pussy!"
Cuntjuice now gushed out of her cunthole. His hand was soon soaked with it. The boy massaged her pussy and fingered her clit as she squirmed and pumped her crotch.
When at last his fingertips returned to her throbbing clit, she cried out and shuddered as she came.
"Oh, Lord!" she wailed. "Oh, Lord in heaven, I'm coming!"
Her pussy spasmed convulsively on his hand. She gyrated her hips, frantic for more.
"More!" she hissed. "More! I need to come again! Rub it! Rub my clit! Damn you, touch me!"
The boy continued mashing and rubbing her clit, finally shoving a finger into her cunthole.
"Oh, yes!" she wailed.
The finger in her pussy and the finger on her clit drove her wild. She shuddered, cried out again, and spasmed as she came on the boy's fingers.
CHAPTER FIVE
Quivering in the afterglow of her orgasms, Emily fondled his cock and mewled with pleasure. She tickled his pisshole with her fingertip and jerked his cock-skin up and down, pumping his prick and smearing the cockjuice oozing out of his slit.
She pinched and squeezed his rampant cockflesh. She massaged and fingered his balls until the boy groaned and humped his ass back at her hand.
"Oh, Jesus, Mrs. Goodwin!" he croaked.
"I'm going to make you feel as good as you made me feel, Jerry," she purred. "That's only fair, don't you think?"
"If you say so, Mrs. Goodwin."
"I'm going to make you very hot, Jerry," she cooed. "Even hotter than you are now. Would you like that?"
"Shit, yeah!"
Grasping his pulsating cockshaft in her fist, she vigorously masturbated his prick.
A deep groan rumbled out of his chest. "Oh, shit, I'm coming!" he groaned. "I'm coming!"
He stiffened and grunted and humped up as a thick white foam of fuck-cream gushed out of his cockhead. Emily gazed with fascination at the boy's spurting prick.
Crooning with delight, she quickly knelt down and sank her mouth down over his exploding cock. "Mmmmmmm!" she murmured.
Blast after blast of thick, rubbery, hot jism splashed against her tongue and ran down her throat. She quivered with lust at the taste of his young jism.
His splashing fuck-cream soon overflowed her mouth and ran out of the corners of her lips to drool down her chin. Sucking and slurping at the fountain of his cock, she gulped and swallowed and gulped again. She sucked him dry.
Licking her lips with her tongue, she lapped up the last drops of fuck-cream and swallowed them down with smacking sounds.
The lewdness of what she was doing brought a quiver to her cunt. It turned her on, but now she was afraid to meet the teenager's eyes. She crouched there on the rug a moment and then she told herself that she was being a fool. What she had just done had given her the greatest pleasure imaginable. It was ridiculous to condemn herself for an act which couldn't possibly be evil. Damn Jeremiah and his stupid morality!
Forcing Jerry down on the sofa, she knelt between his legs and sucked his limp cock into her mouth. Dropping it out for a moment, she began questioning him about his life.
"Do you have a special girlfriend?" she asked.
"Sort of," he admitted.
"Does she do what I'm doing to you?"
"Huh?"
"I mean does she suck you off like I just did."
"Well, not just like you did. Not as good." She purred. "Well, that's nice to hear. She'll learn though," Emily said huskily. "Some of us are late bloomers!"
She plastered her mouth back over his prick and the boy leaned back and moaned softly as she went to work on his prick. It wasn't long before she felt him swelling up again.
"You're getting hard!" she purred, her eyes glittering. "You're getting hard in my mouth!"
She sucked him in again, his velvety cockhead now bloated and plump in her mouth. She licked and lapped at his warm cock-flesh, shivering with pleasure as his fuck pole became rigid and ready for fucking.
"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned. "Oh, Jesus, Mrs. Goodwin, you're too much, you know?"
Pulling her mouth off his prick, she held his throbbing cock-meat in her hand and smiled at him.
"Well, now you're as good as new. I loved sucking you off like that. I liked the taste of it. . Are you shocked by that? Has any girl ever done that to you? Swallowed your jism, I mean?"
Jerry nodded. "Yeah, but not like you did it. They usually spit most of it out. You really liked it. You swallowed every drop. That's a real turn-on, your swallowing it like that."
Emily laughed softly at the way his eyes feasted on her tits. All the time he was talking he never looked at her face. He stared a hole in her heaving tits.
"Come into the bedroom," she said softly. "We'll have more room to play there. We have the house to ourselves and we can be nice and comfortable on a bed."
Holding his hand, she led him down the hall to the master bedroom. How strange it was to be walking naked in her own house with a teenage boy! Neither she nor Jeremiah ever walked around the house without clothes. Jeremiah didn't approve. He said it was sinful and lust provoking.
Yet here she was so lewd and wanton and naked! And she loved it!
Her life was changing. A surge of excitement shot through her body as she wondered what her new life would bring. In the meantime she had this delicious boy to play with all afternoon.
She ought to thank Lucy Johnson for everything. If it hadn't been for that afternoon outside Lucy Johnson's kitchen, none of this might ever have happened.
As they approached the bed, Jerry slipped his arm around Emily and grabbed her tit.
"I like your tits," the boy said. "They're real nice."
Emily smiled. "I'm glad. I like it when you touched them."
"I'd like to try something."
"And what might that be."
"I'd like to fuck my cock between your tits."
"You'd like to what?"
"Fuck my cock between your tits. I once saw a picture of a guy doing that and it looked groovy!"
"Oh, my," she giggled. "I don't know if I have enough for that!"
"You've got enough. You've got more than the woman in the picture."
"Well, it sounds really naughty, doesn't it? Naughty enough to be fun! Well, if you'll show me how, I'm certainly willing to try."
And so it was that a few moments later Emily found herself stretched out on the bed on her back with Jerry Peterson straddling her, and his cock sliding back and forth in the warm damp valley between her tits.
Emily squealed with pleasure. "It's lovely!" she purred. "Do you like it?"
"Shit, yeah!" he croaked.
She held her tits in her hands, making a tight sheath of tit-flesh around his thrusting cock.
"Oh, yeah!" he hissed. "Yeah, fuck that prick!" the boy grunted.
Lowering her chin as far as possible, she was just able to see his fat cockhead as it appeared and disappeared in the groove between her tits.
"Oh, Jerry, honey, this is a gas!" Emily gurgled. "Oh, honey, it's too much!"
The feel of his hard cock sliding back and forth in the valley between her tits was incredible. God, she had so many experiences in store! She rubbed her tit-flesh over his cockhead, pumping and squeezing his cockflesh and massaging her tits at the same time.
"Oh, Jerry, I could come right now!" she wailed. "Oh, my pussy's so hot, I could come right now!"
The juice oozing out of his pisshole soon lubricated the valley between her tits, and his thrusts became easier and smoother.
How strange it was that this teenage boy had been the one to show her this wonderful new way to fuck!
"Let me suck you again," Emily hissed. "I can't do it this way, and I'd really like to suck you again."
"Hell, sure, Mrs. Goodwin," he grinned, unseating himself and sitting up.
If he had to choose between fucking her tits and having her suck his cock, he'd take the cocksucking anytime. He rolled away and stretched out on his back with his arms folded under his head.
Emily quickly crouched between his legs and swooped down on his cock and balls. This time she went to work on his balls.
"Careful!" he croaked.
"I won't hurt you, honey," she purred.
She licked and nipped his balls, drenching them with her saliva. She sucked his balls into her mouth one after the other, then both together, gerttly stroking them with her tongue and sucking them until the boy groaned with pleasure.
She lapped and slurped and pulled at his balls with her lips until he heaved his ass up off the bed in a desperate attempt to get his cock into her mouth.
She at last let his balls fall out of her mouth. "Easy there, honey," she hissed. "Easy! You'll get it all eventually. You'll get everything. You'll get everything I've got!"
She swirled and licked her tongue over his oozing knob. Her pink wet lips stretched over the plum of his cockhead and she suctioned in his cockshaft inch by inch.
"Holy shit!" he breathed.
She filled her mouth with his hard, musky-tasting cock. She sucked on his rampant cockmeat, plunging her mouth down to engulf him. Her nose was buried in his wiry crotch hair.
"Oh, yeah!" he gasped. "Oh, yeah, fuck my cock! Oh, yeah! Oh, shit, that feels good!"
He bucked his hips, pumping his cock at her mouth. She worked up and down on his cock like a fury. She drooled and gasped and sucked, hair flying, eyes closed.
"Oh, fuck, I hope I can hold it!" he croaked. "I'm trying not to come!"
Her cheeks caved in as she sucked and slurped over his cock-flesh. She made frantic sounds as though trying to tell him to hold it. Her hair hung in moist ringlets around her face and down her back.
Her normally small mouth was stretched wide over his big prick, around the thick cylinder of his cockshaft. She pumped up and down like a demon, fucking him with her lips.
"Christ!" he growled, as one of her fingers found his asshole. "What are you doing?"
Emily didn't answer, but tickled his asshole and pushed her finger inside.
"Oh, fuck!" he croaked.
She reamed out his asshole, corkscrewing her finger in and out as the boy grunted and moaned. The pistoning of her finger in and out of his asshole made his cock even harder. Sucking on his fat knob, her teeth and lips squeezing his spongy cock-flesh, she fingerfucked his ass with driving thrusts that soon brought a wail out of his throat.
"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!" he groaned.
Emily shuddered with lust. She had never had a finger in a man's ass. She was thrilled at the lewdness of it. She gobbled the boy's cock and fucked his asshole in a frenzy.
Emily finally pulled her mouth off Jerry's cock and pulled her finger out of his ass and rolled over on her back. She opened her thighs wide and pulled her legs up to her chest.
"Kiss my pussy," she moaned. "It's my turn now! Suck my cunt!"
"Huh?"
"Lick me, honey! Let me feel your tongue! Get your mouth on my pussy, like a good boy!"
The boy had eaten cunt before, and when he crouched down between Emily's legs she saw that he was grinning.
"You're laughing at me!" she wailed.
"Why are you laughing at me?"
"I'm not laughing at you, Mrs. Goodwin. I was just betting you would ask for it, that's all."
"Well, I'm asking!" she said. "Get down there and suck my pussy, and please do a good job of it!"
She shivered at her own wantonness. She watched the boy as he gazed down at her cunt. Her crotch was soaked. Her cunt hair was wet with cuntjuice, curly and shiny and matted. Her cuntlips were swollen and wet and ready for fucking.
"You've got a beautiful pussy," he said softly.
"Why, thank you, Jerry." She was touched. Jeremiah had always insisted that a woman's pussy was Ugly, something not to be seen and barely touched. She'd never thought of it as being beautiful.
Unable to resist the urge, she slipped a hand down to her crotch and pried her cuntlips open wider for him. She shivered at the hot lust in his eyes.
"Looks good enough to eat!" he snickered.
He stared awhile at her gaping cunt. She could feel her clit quivering and stiff. Her cunthole twitched, brimming with cuntjuice and hungry for his mouth.
Squirming her ass on the mattress, she blushed as the boy continued staring at her gaping pussy.
"Jesus, what a cunt!" he said.
"All women have them," Emily moaned. "Please lick it! I can't wait anymore! I can't stand it! I need licking!"
He touched her lightly at first. She moaned and gyrated her hips as his fingers probed her cuntlips. He flicked the limp, wet flaps back and forth a few times and then brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked off the juices.
Her belly quivered and she humped her ass off the bed as he examined her cunthole.
"Stick your finger in!" she hissed.
He quickly pushed two fingers inside her fuck-channel, slowly pistoning them in and out in a way that drove her wild. The feel of his fingers fucking and stretching the mouth of her cunthole was exquisite.
"Oh, Jerry, that feels good, honey!" she wailed. "Oh, your fingers feel so good on my cunt!"
She could hear the squishing sounds her cunt juice made each time he rammed his fingers into her hungry fuck-hole.
At last he lowered his head to her sopping pussy. A loud moan of pleasure came out of her throat as he plastered his mouth against her swollen cunt-flesh.
"Oh, yesssss!" she wailed.
She squirmed her ass on the bed, pumping her cunt up at his mouth, smearing him with her cunt juice, drenching his cheeks and nose and chi .
"Lick it!" she sobbed. "Lick it! Suck it! Lick and suck! Lick and suck! Suck me out! Make me come, you little sonofabitch! Make me come, you hard-cocked little bastard! Suck me! Suck me!"
He lapped up and down her gash like a puppy dog, slurping up her juices and nibbling and sucking at her cuntlips.
It occurred to Emily that he didn't suck as well as a grown man. He was sweet, but he had a lot to learn.
At intervals he dipped his tongue into her cunthole and shoved it back and forth a few times.
"That's right, do that!" she wailed. "Fuck me with your tongue! That's right, rub my clit! Yes, there! Suck there! Oh, yes, that's right! That's good!"
He licked and lapped and sucked, obedient ly plunging his tongue up and down and in and out, sliding it into her cunthole and lapping up and down her hard little passion button.
"Oh, God, yes!" she cried. "Oh, sweet Jesus! Oh, God, that's lovely! Suck it, honey! Suck my pusssy! Oh, yes, like that! Lick it! Do my clit again! Oh, Lord, yes!"
A series of orgasms soon overwhelmed her senses. The boy continued chewing and sucking and licking at her cuntlips as she moaned and wailed.
"Oh, my God! My God! Oh, I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Cuntjuice gushed out of her pussy with each spasm to drench his face. He sucked and swallowed, sliding his tongue in and out of her sopping, grasping cunthole and rubbing his nose back and forth over her quivering clit.
No sooner did she come down from one orgasm than she went into another.
"Oh, dear Lord, I can't stand it!" she sobbed. "Oh, I can't stand it! It's so good! So good!"
After a few moments she stopped spasming, and exhausted, she dropped her legs with a sigh of satisfaction. What she needed now was a good fucking.
Sucking was wonderful but there was nothing like a good fuck. Sucking was incredible, but it was still second best to a good hard reaming of her cunt by a good stiff cock.
She looked down at the boy, lying there exhausted by his sucking frenzy. His cock was hard and throbbing and obviously ready for fucking.
"I want you to take me from behind," she said softly. "Do you know how to do it that way?"
"Sure," he grinned. "I've done it that way before. You can depend on me, Mrs. Goodwin. I know what to do."
Whether or not he knew what to do, she had no choice. The idea of having him fuck her from behind had suddenly occurred to her. Jeremiah had never fucked her that way. Maybe that was why she wanted it. Jeremiah said it was unnatural and contrary to God's teachings. According to Jeremiah everything that was sexy and fun was contrary to God's teachings!
Her face flushed, her blood racing, she knelt on the edge of the bed with her head down and her ass up in the air. Jerry got behind her and ran his fingers lightly up and down the cheeks of her ass.
"Have you really done this before?" she said. "Have you really fucked girls from behind?"
"Sure. Lots of times."
"Well you kids nowadays certainly know the score, don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
He ran his fingers into the hairy crack of her cunt and fingered her cuntlips. She groaned as he pushed two fingers into her cunthole and shoved them in and out a few times.
"Stick it in!" she mewled. "Stick your cock in my pussy and fuck me! Come on, Jerry, do it!"
Holding her ass with one hand, the boy fisted his cockshaft. "You've got a beautiful ass, Mrs. Goodwin," he said.
"Fuck me!" she hissed. "We'll talk later."
He positioned his cock at the entrance to her cunthole. A wail came out of Emily's throat as he abruptly pushed forward to ram his cock all the way inside her trembling cunt-channel.
"Oh, yes, Jerry! Oh, yes, honey! Oh, fuck me good, honey! Oh, Jesus, fuck me good!"
She pushed back at him, fucking her cunt at his cock, trying to take charge.
"Just relax now, Mrs. Goodwin," Jerry said. "Just relax and let me do the fucking."
Emily quivered. Maybe he did know what he was doing after all. She lay there with her head and shoulders on the bed and her ass raised up in the air like a bitch-dog in heat as the boy began thrusting his rampant cock in and out of her sopping cunt.
Oh, dear God, how wonderful it is! she thought.
When she started coming, she had to stuff a pillow into her mouth so that the neighbors wouldn't hear her cries.
It was a long afternoon. She had Jerry fuck her two more times before she finally sent him home.
CHAPTER SIX
Late one afternoon, at the end of a hot day, Emily decided to cool off in the motel swimming pool.
Her swim suit was hardly skimpy, nothing more than an ordinary bikini, but as she swam in the pool and later on stretched out on its edge she was conscious of eyes on her body.
There had been a time when she would have felt uncomfortable about it, but now that she was in the process of gradually changing her sex life she welcomed that attention. She hoped, in fact, that something would come out of the staring.
Her hopes were soon confirmed. She was lying there less than an hour when she was approached by a young man with a pleasant smile and flashing eyes.
"My friend and I wonder if you'd like to join us for a drink," he said.
Shielding her eyes from the sun, Emily looked first at him and then at his friend who was sitting on a glider not far away.
"Why thank you," she said with a smile. "I think I'll take you up on that."
Their names were Steve and Phil. They looked very much a-like, and throughout the evening that followed Emily was never certain which was which.
She sat with them at the pool-side bar, sipping bloody marys and watching the sun go down.
"Have dinner with us," Steve said. "We don't know a soul in town and we're only here for one day."
Emily agreed. There was a devilish little plan forming in her mind, and the more she thought about it the more excited she became.
They asked her nothing about her personal life and she was glad about that. She suggested a roadside restaurant a few miles from the motel, a place where she didn't expect to run into anyone she knew.
Steve and Phil seemed pleased to have her company at dinner. They were salesmen. She sat between them in a booth and they talked and joked and told stories as they ate dinner.
The conversation gradually became more and more flirtatious. Emily was conscious of their eyes on her tits. She could feel herself getting hot.
She quivered as they moved closer to her on the leather seat. When she crossed her legs, she could feel that the insides of her thighs were wet with her cuntjuice.
Her face was flushed and her nipples tingled. She was turned on and dying to get fucked.
The men began talking about the possibility of finding another woman to make a foursome, but Emily didn't want that, and she decided it was time to be brazen and take the initiative. There seemed no other way to get what she wanted.
"There's no need for another woman," she said. "The three of us will do just fine."
They looked at her with puzzled expressions on their faces. Emily chuckled. "I think I can handle both of you," she said. "It might be fun."
"Oh, Jesus," Steve laughed. "I think we're going to have a little party, Phil!"
Emily sat between them during the drive back to the motel. Unable to resist the urge, she ran her fingers up and down their thighs and finally slipped her hands into their crotches.
The three of them were soon laughing and squirming on the front seat.
"Christ, be careful, I've got to drive," Phil snickered.
Emily fluttered her fingers over the outline of each hard cock. She fondled their throbbing fuck poles and pinched their round, firm cockheads.
"Shit, this is my lucky day," Steve chuckled. "Where have you been all my life, honey!"
Emily giggled. Each hand clasping a rigid cockshaft through their pants, she slowly pumped their pricks as they sped down the highway.
"I hope you boys feel energetic," she said. "I'm going to need lots of loving!"
"Don't worry, honey," one of them said. "You're going to get all you want!"
Emily realized that the booze was giving her some of her nerve, but she didn't care. She was excited and hot and happy.
She mewled with pleasure as they each slipped a hand under her dress to get at her crotch. She opened her thighs wide, shivering as their fingers worked over the bulge of her cunt mound under her little bikini panties.
One of them found her hard, little clit and began rubbing it up and down and back and forth. Emily moaned and squeezed their cocks in return.
Fingers grazed and scratched her clit. She squirmed her ass on the car seat and purred and mewled with lust, crooning with pleasure at the delicious massage of her passion button.
"Oh, I love that!" she moaned. "I love it when you play with my clit like that!"
Her hands jerked their pricks faster, pumping their fuck-meat up and down as she moaned and squealed with pleasure.
At last they were back at the motel. They moved quickly into their room. Emily worried briefly about being seen by someone she knew, but then she decided she wasn't going to worry about it. If someone saw her then someone saw her.
When the three of them were inside the room and the door was locked, Emily accepted a glass of bourbon and decided that if she was really going to go wild with them and abandon herself to lust, she might as well go all the way.
The two men beamed when she announced she was going to do a striptease.
"Hot dog!" one of them said. "Now this is what I call the beginning of a great night!"
Putting her bourbon down, Emily began prancing and wiggling around the room. One of them turned on the radio and found a rock beat. Emily palmed her tits and pumped her pussy to the beat of the music.
"Yeah, take it off!" one of them hooted. "Take it off, baby!"
"All in good time," Emily purred. "All in good time!"
She felt totally wild. She swayed on her high heels, thinking about what she was doing. She had never done anything like this before and the excitement overwhelmed her senses.
Her legs moving to the rhythm of the music, she slowly unbuttoned her dress and peeled it off. The men clapped and whistled, urging her on.
She danced awhile wearing nothing except her bra and panties and high heels. They had already seen at least that much when she was at the pool this afternoon, but this was different.
"Let's see those tits!" one of them snickered. "Let's get those tits out here in the open!"
She unhooked her bra, held it briefly over her tits, teasing and smiling coyly, and then tossed it away.
"Oh, shit, what tits!"
"Jesus, what a pair of tits!"
Emily blushed. She wiggled her shoulders, shaking her tits back and forth and gazing down to watch her thick nipples as they bounced and jiggled in response.
She ran her hands over her tits, flicking and pinching her nipples into hard, little stalks and then lifting her tits and letting them bounce down again.
The men were obviously highly aroused. She could tell by their flushed faces and by the hot lust in their eyes that her little striptease had turned them on.
Each man had a hand on his crotch and his fingers on his cock. Their hard cocks were clearly out-lined by the material of their pants.
"Take it off, honey, take it off!"
Dancing to the music, Emily fingered the waistband of her little bikini panties and slowly pulled it down. Turning her back to them, she lowered her panties until the cheeks of her ass were completely uncovered.
"Oh, yeah!" they chuckled.
They whistled and clapped, calling out to her to take it all off.
She ran her hands over her asscheeks, squeezing and fondling her ass-flesh, and then she dropped her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them.
When she turned to face them again, wearing only her four-inch heels, they shouted and yelled their approval.
"Christ, what a dish!"
"Jesus, look at that pussy!"
Their hands squeezed their cocks. Emily giggled as they rose up at the same time and rushed her as though she were a treasure chest in the hands of a pair of thieves.
"Easy, gentlemen," she purred. "Easy!"
They squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. They fondled and kneaded her tit-flesh, massaging her tits until she groaned with pleasure.
"Oh, God, that's so nice!" she moaned.
Then their hands moved to her ass. They jiggled and bounced and hefted her asscheeks, pulling and lifting and shaking her firm assflesh.
"Jesus, what a body!" one of them groan ed.
They soon had their mouths on her tits. Their hands squeezing her swollen tit-flesh, they sucked her nipples into their mouths and lapped and licked at the sensitive buds.
Emily mewled with pleasure as they slurped over her tits. For the first time in her life she had a man sucking at each tit. She felt like the eternal mother, like some primitive goddess giving suck to two worshippers.
If Jeremiah could see her now! she thought.
They each gobbled a great mouthful of titflesh, and when they pulled back they squeezed and tugged at her long nipples.
"Oh, God, that's lovely!" she moaned. "Oh, God, suck my tits! Oh, God, I love that!"
"She's a hot one!" one of them chortled.
Fingers pushed between her wet cuntlips. Her cunt-bush was sopping wet, and now countless fingers probed and pinched and rubbed the wet hairy swamp.
They rubbed her clit and massaged her cuntflesh until she crooned and shuddered. The rolling and pinching of her little passion button soon drove her wild.
"Christ, what a hot little piece!"
"She's as hot as a firecracker! They don't grow 'em this hot at home!"
Emily squirmed her pussy against their hands as they squeezed and fondled and rubbed her throbbing cunt-meat.
God, if Jeremiah could see her now! There she was stark naked in a room with two strange men! She knew nothing about them except their names, if those were their real names. She had the hands of complete strangers probing her wet pussy! They might even be ax murderers for all she knew!
Their fingers were soon sliding into her cunthole, deliciously reaming out her fuckchannel as she pumped her crotch back and forth to urge them on.
"Oh, give it to me!" she wailed. "Oh, yes, give it to me!"
She shuddered with lust when they tickled her asshole. She squealed and giggled and finally twisted out of their arms.
"What about you?" she asked. "It's time you got your clothes off. Come on, it's only fair. It's not fair that I'm the only one naked."
The men chuckled and agreed. Emily stood there sipping her bourbon and watching them strip their clothes off. She quivered when they finally dropped their pants and shorts.
Her hot gaze riveted on their iron-hard large cocks, on their swaying balls, on their bloated purple cockheads dripping cockjuice. When she asked them to remain still so she could have a good look, they snickered and obeyed.
She walked around them, gazing at their asses and cocks and balls and biting her lip at the madness of her own erotic frenzy. The whole thing seemed unreal. Was she really going to let these two men fuck her? God, how things had changed for her! The old Emily Goodwin didn't seem to exist anymore. She had turned into some kind of a wanton hussy.
She couldn't believe she was actually there in the motel room with these two strangers. The most shocking thing of all was how turned on she was. She was excited to the point of trembling. She'd read once that a woman reached her full sexual maturity at thirty and she wondered if that wasn't what was happening to her. She was, after all, just recently thirty. In any case, she thought, I'm going to enjoy this and not worry about why it's happening.
Stepping behind them, she ran her hands over their firm asses and then she grabbed a cock in each hand and slowly pumped their pricks.
"Two-gun Emily!" someone snickered.
Emily blushed. She loved the sensation of having a cock in each hand. She slowly stroked their fuck poles, pulling at both cockheads at the same time.
She jerked and moved their loose cock-skin up and down and watched four balls jumping with each movement of her hand. God, how exciting it was! How powerful she felt!
She ogled their two hard cocks, their two bloated cockheads, her hands squeezing their hard cock-flesh, cuntjuice gushing out of her pussy. The feel of two throbbing cockshafts in her hands was a total turn-on. God, what luxury!
Facing them now, she knelt down on the floor and pulled them in close to her. "Jesus, what a hot bitch!"
"Oh, yeah, honey, go to town!"
"Who wants to get sucked?" she teased. "Shit, I do!"
"Oh, fuck, are you kidding, baby?"
Extending her tongue, she smiled through her lashes and began licking and lapping at their cocks. She swirled her tongue over their cockheads, licking off the cockjuice oozing out of their pisshole and swallowing it down.
"Yummy!" she murmured.
She licked and sucked a while longer, and then finally engulfed each cockhead in turn.
"Oh, Christ, what a mouth!"
"Oh, shit, suck that prick!"
She licked and sucked on their bloated knobs one after the other. The men moaned and moved closer and closer together. Finally Emily was able to get both cockheads into her mouth at the same time.
The exquisite sensation of having her mouth stuffed with two cocks blew her mind. She probed and licked and drooled like a mindless sex-machine.
She lapped and sucked, pushing her tongue into their pissholes, sucking and chewing and nipping on their cock-meat until they groaned and grunted with pleasure.
"Oh, fuck!" one of them growled. "This is the living end!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Emily made them lie down on the bed. She fondled their cocks and squeezed their balls and sucked their fat cockheads into her mouth.
They groaned in unison when she drilled a finger into their assholes. She stretched each asshole, shoving her fingers in and out, reaming out their assholes as their hard, dripping cocks swayed under her eyes.
She crooned with pleasure as she plunged her fingers in and out of their hot assholes. The tight hot feel of their asses was delicious.
Even more delicious was the obvious mixture of pain and pleasure she was causing them. Her fingers jabbed and probed and fucked until both men were shuddering and gasping.
"Oh, Jesus, I hope I don't shoot off!"
"Oh, fuck, what a gas!"
Her fingers continuing to stretch their assholes, she went to work on their balls. She licked and nipped at their balls.
"Oh, hey, watch it, baby! Watch it!"
"Shit, don't worry about me! Just keep sucking!"
She coated their balls with her saliva, sucking their musky-tasting balls into her mouth one after the other. The idea that she had four balls to play with, as well as two pricks, drove her wild.
She lapped and slurped and licked and sucked, tickling her tongue over their balls and pulling at them with her lips.
They heaved their asses off the bed, groaning and opening their legs wide to give her more room.
She tickled her tongue under their balls and licked the sensitive stretch of skin between their balls and their assholes.
Now once again she began sucking their cocks, this time working at them one at a time.
She ran her tongue over each cockhead. Her lips stretched over one knob, tightening into a firm ring behind the flared rim of the cockhead, she began gobbling up the cock inch by inch.
When she had all of his cock in her mouth, his cockhead jabbing at the back of her throat, she pulled back and pulled her mouth off his cockhead with a loud smacking noise of her lips.
"Christ, what a find!" one of them snickered.
"Ummmmm!" she mewled.
Moving to the other cock, she repeated the procedure. The men groaned and moaned as she sucked first one cock and then the other. She filled her mouth with their rampant cockmeat. She stuffed their cockheads halfway down her throat and gluttonously sucked on their hot fuck poles.
"Oh, God, I've died and gone to heaven!" one of them croaked.
Saliva ran out of her mouth to wash over their cocks. They craned their necks to watch her mouth as it slid up and down on one cock and then on the other.
"Christ, what a mouth!" one of them snickered.
The other one laughed. "You'd better believe it! This is the craziest fucking night of my life!"
Emily at last pulled her mouth away from their hard cocks and smiled up at them.
"Now it's my turn," she smiled. "I think someone ought to lick my pussy, don't you?"
They made room for her as she rolled over on the bed and stretched out on her back. She pulled her legs up against her tits and opened her thighs wide.
"Come and get me!" she giggled.
Holding her legs with her hands, she gyrated her ass on the bed and offered them her gaping cunt.
"Somebody lick me!" she hissed. "Somebody suck my pussy!"
They crouched in front of her, staring at her swollen wet cunt, at the moist, blonde cuntbush. Her thick, meaty cuntlips drooped in wet, limp flaps, her cunt-flesh coated with a thick layer of sticky cuntjuice. Watching their eyes, Emily slipped a hand into her crotch and pried her cuntlips open, holding back the flaps of her inner lips to show them the pink, wet interior of her pussy.
She pulled at her cunt-flesh to expose her quivering clit. She pushed a finger into her brimming cunthole.
The two men muttered under their breath, their faces beet-red as they watched her squirming and writhing on the bed.
"Somebody fuck me!" she moaned. "Somebody suck my pussy!"
She was dying to have a mouth on her cunt. Any mouth! She wanted someone's tongue reaming out her cunthole. She wanted lips on her clit and teeth nipping at her cunt-flesh.
They teased her by first using their fingers. She moaned and wailed and pulled her knees back closer to her chest as their hands worked over the flesh of her ass and the hot meat of her cunt.
Her belly quivered as she bucked her hips. They shoved fingers into her cunthole, plunging them in and out with a relentless rhythm that drove her wild.
"Oh, yes, fuck me!" she wailed. "Fingerfuck me! Oh, Christ, that's so good!"
She had no idea how many fingers she had in her pussy now, or who they belonged to.
She didn't care. It felt almost as good as a cock. That was all that mattered.
They pushed and shoved and reamed her cunthole, chuckling and snickering at her passion.
"What a wet baby this one is!"
"Yeah, a real hot cunt!"
"You sure have a hot, little pussy, Emily!"
Emily quivered, moaning deep in her throat, hoping they wouldn't wait too long before fucking her brains out.
At last one of them plastered his mouth against her crotch and began sucking. The feel of a mouth on her pussy brought a wail of pleasure out of Emily's throat.
"Oh, yes!" she sobbed. "Oh, yes, suck me! Suck me out! Make me come! Oh, God, make me come!"
He lapped at her clit, plunging his tongue into her cunthole and fucking it in and out a few times, drinking up her cuntjuice and swallowing it down as though he were drinking honey.
"Prime pussy!" he snickered.
Emily writhed under him, squirming her ass and moaning softly. She humped her crotch up at his face, trying to get more friction on her clit.
The second man soon pushed the first away. It was his turn at her crotch and he wanted it. He sniffed and licked and sucked, taking little bites of her cunt-flesh.
He licked his tongue up and down her gash from asshole to clit, running his tongue at intervals into her cunthole and then back to run it up and down her pussy.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" she moaned. "Oh, God, that's so good!"
She rolled up her eyes and wailed, wordlessly, like a woman possessed. "Oh, God, yes! Oh, suck my pussy! Suck it! Lick my cunt! Eat me! Oh, Lord, yes!"
Now they both worked over her at the same time. Waves of hot lust washed over her body as one of them plastered his mouth against her cunt and the other pressed his face into the crack of her ass.
One man sucked and licked at her pussy while the other licked and sucked at her tight, hot, little asshole. The feel of one tongue thrusting in and out of her cunthole while the other tongue slithered in and out of her asshole was more than she could stand.
She thrashed and moaned, pumping her crotch wildly in their faces as they licked and sucked and tongue-fucked her cunthole and asshole.
At one point she was certain she had one nose in her cunthole and the other nose in her ass. She gushed cuntjuice like a fountain, drenching the bed.
"Oh, my dear God!" she wailed. "Oh, sweet Jesus!"
She shivered and quaked as she realized they now had fingers in her cunt and ass at the same time. She went wild at the double penetration as their fingers plunged in and out of both holes.
Her asshole clamped down on the finger reaming her ass, her cunthole sucked at the finger fucking her fuck-channel. Bracing herself to get more leverage, she pumped her crotch up and down and fucked back at their fingers.
Her cunt spasmed. It gripped the finger fucking it, a flood of cuntjuice washing over the hand of the man finger-fucking her pussy.
"Ooh!" she sobbed. "Ooh! Oh, how wonderful! Oh, how good! Oh, my God, it's so good!"
She thrashed and writhed and gyrated under their hands, bucking her hips as her body was gripped by convulsive ecstasy.
After she stopped coming they continued pumping her cunthole and asshole, the rhythm of their stroking gradually decreasing until at last they brought her down from the pinnacle of her pleasure.
They let her lay there awhile limp and exhausted, and then they rolled her over and forced her onto her knees. She found herself kneeling at the edge of the bed with her head down and her ass raised up high in the air.
"What are you going to do?" she whimpered.
Someone moved behind her. Hands roamed over her asscheeks. Fingers dipped into her wet, hairy crotch. She felt totally exposed and vulnerable.
She quivered as a fingertip plunged in and out of her cunthole. Hands grasped at her hanging tits, squeezing and flicking the hard, pink nipples.
"Yes!" she moaned. "Fuck me! Take me! Stick it in! Somebody stick a prick in my cunt!"
She reached back to pull her asscheeks apart. She wiggled her hips, inviting them to fuck her. At last she felt someone's cockhead pushing between her cuntlips, shoving against her cunthole.
"Oh, yes!" she squealed. "Oh, yes, fuck me!"
"Greedy, isn't she?" someone croaked.
In a moment the cockhead was pushing forward and sliding into her cunt-channel.
"Oh, yes!" she wailed, tossing her head from side to side, blonde hair flying, mewling and moaning as the hard prick began a determined pistoning in and out of her hungry fuckhole.
They took turns, each one having a chance to fuck her cunt from behind. She wailed and sobbed with pleasure at the sensations of the two pricks ramming and jabbing at her cunt.
She purred with approval when someone stuck his finger in her asshole at the same time his cock was plunging in and out of her cunthole.
"Oh, yes!" she moaned. "I like that! Stick your finger in my ass! That's good!"
The feel of the cock and finger working her cunthole and asshole at the same time was more than she could stand. They finger fucked her little asshole while the prick fucked her pussy.
Now the second man climbed onto the bed with his crotch under her face and she found herself staring at his throbbing cock.
"Suck it!" he croaked.
It had been obvious that that was what he wanted and she was eager to do his bidding. She decided to tease him.
"Suck it?"
"Suck my prick!"
"You want me to suck your prick now?"
"That's right, girlie, now. Open those pretty, little lips and have a mouthful of cockmeat. That's the way!"
Opening her mouth, she engulfed his cockhead and closed her lips over the dripping plum as the cock in her cunt continued stroking in and out.
"That's the way to suck!" he hissed. "What a mouth you've got, baby! What a crazy, fucking mouth!"
Emily was in heaven! She now had two cocks pistoning in and out of her body, one fucking her face and the other fucking her pussy.
She sucked and licked on the cock plunging back and forth in her mouth, licking and sucking and lapping like a bitch in heat.
Their balls slapped against her, one pair slapping against her chin and the other against her thighs. She sucked with her lips and sucked with her pussy.
She rocked back and forth between the two cocks, skewered on their pricks like a slab of meat at a barbecue.
They suddenly pulled their pricks out of her mouth and cunt. She moaned at the loss, but she knew this couldn't be the end of it. They had something in mind.
One of them stretched out on the bed on his back and invited her to climb over him. "Come on, honey, straddle me."
She mounted him, straddling his body and squatting over his crotch. He fisted his cockshaft and rubbed his cockhead back and forth between the slit of her cuntlips. When he found her cunthole, she eased down and swallowed up his cock with her cunt.
"Oh, Christ, yeah!" he croaked.
She moaned. The feel of his thick prick shoved into her belly was delicious. Balancing herself on her knees, she leaned forward with her hands on his shoulders and began rocking up and down on his iron-hard, throbbing prick.
When the other man came onto the bed and moved behind her, Emily for the first time realized what they intended to do.
"Oh, no!" she groaned. "You can't do that! You'll hurt me! No, you can't do that!"
But even as she protested his hands were already roaming over her asscheeks and his cockhead sliding up and down. She whimpered and leaned forward. She was helpless and she knew it.
She squealed, first with apprehension and then with pleasure, as he began finger-fucking her asshole. She gradually relaxed, and when he pulled his finger out of her ass and pushed his cockhead against the ring of her asshole she was no longer terrified of the penetration.
The erotic lewdness of what was about to happen overwhelmed her. She cried out as she felt the first pressure of his cockhead as it pushed against the tight ring of her asshole.
"Give it to me!" she hissed.
His knob suddenly popped inside her asshole. A stab of pain ran through her body. Clenching her teeth, she forced herself to relax.
"Okay, come on," she whispered. "More!"
His cock relentlessly pushed forward, stretching her asshole until it was wide open. His cock pushed in slowly but steadily until at last he had all of it buried in her ass and his balls swinging against her cunt.
"I hit pay dirt!" he grunted. "Now you've got it all, baby!"
The feel of the two cocks stuffing her two holes was more than Emily could stand. She felt that this was what she had been born for.
"Oh, sweet Mother of God!" she wailed. "Oh, sweet Mary!"
She felt stuffed with cock-meat. She was no longer rational. Her head thrown back, she wailed and sobbed and moaned as they began fucking her in unison.
One pair of hands clutched her tits while another pair of hands clutched the cheeks of her ass.
"Ride it, baby!" one of them chuckled. "Ride that prick!"
"Oh, yeah!" the other grunted, plunging in and out of her asshole relentlessly. "Oh, yeah, fuck that prick!"
One cock reamed her cunthole and another reamed her asshole. Two pairs of balls slapped against each other between her asshole and fuck-hole and it wasn't long before Emily's body was racked with a series of spasms that blew her mind.
Her cunt spasmed on one cock and her asshole spasmed on the other. As both her holes clutched their cocks, the men quickly shot off, too.
"Oh, shit, here I go!" one of them shouted. "I'm gonna shoot!"
They grunted and bellowed as they shot their loads into her two holes.
When the trio finally broke apart, Emily fell back onto the pillows limp and exhausted.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"You had yourself quite a time," Abner Dawson said.
He was the motel manager and Emily's boss. When he told her he had seen her going into a room with two guests the evening before, Emily almost fainted.
She reddened now as Abner chuckled. She averted her eyes from his and looked down at the floor.
"Oh, I don't mind," he said. "A woman is entitled to have some fun, too. I never did take too kindly to that husband of yours. I never did like preachers. They all think they know what's good for everybody. If Jeremiah doesn't pay you enough attention at home, it's only natural that you look for some fun on the outside. I swear I won't tell a soul."
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die. Why don't you come out to the house this afternoon? Millie has been wanting to have you over and this is as good a time as any. I'll give you the afternoon off."
"I'd like that," Emily said.
"In the meantime let's have a couple of beers. I think there's some in the refrigerator in my office. Come on, don't worry about the desk. If anybody shows up, they can ring the bell."
Emily soon found herself with Abner Dawson in his office, sipping beer and laughing at his jokes and flirting. She noticed the way he was looking at her tits and she shivered. She could feel herself getting hot.
She didn't usually drink in the afternoon but she decided to make today an exception. As Abner ogled her tits she felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter.
She crossed and uncrossed her legs nervously. Her long hair hung loose around her shoulders and she played with some strands around her face.
When he told her how pretty she was, she smiled and purred with pleasure.
"I've always had my eyes on you," he said. "I always knew you were a juicy woman. I never could figure out how you got together with Jeremiah. You're too much woman for him."
Her nipples tingling, Emily fended off questions about Jeremiah. She didn't want to talk about Jeremiah or her marriage. She was willing to have a little flirtation with Abner. As a matter-of-fact, he turned her on. She'd always found him rather appealing and the beer made him look better. She wondered how far a little flirtation would go, but she was more than ready for whatever would happen.
She wondered what kind of a lover he was. He was somewhere in his forties and was pleasant looking enough. She tried to imagine him without clothes. He looked like a man who kept his body in decent shape.
Millie Dawson was a flashy blonde with big tits and a big ass. She always wore a lot of makeup, but for some reason it suited her. Emily had always thought that Millie and Abner made a good match.
They were on their second beer when Abner tried to kiss her. Emily felt giddy as she melted in his arms. Abner plastered his wet mouth against hers, and moved his hands down to cup her asscheeks.
He pressed his crotch against her belly, his hard prick pushing against her. She gyrated her ass in his hands and pumped her pussy back at his hard cock.
He plunged his tongue into her mouth and she suctioned it in. The feel of his throbbing fuck pole pressed against her body soon had her trembling in his arms.
She could feel her panties getting soaked with cuntjuice. She moaned softly, grinding her crotch against his and rubbing her tits back and forth over his chest.
When they finally pulled apart, Abner grinned down at her. "You're a hot little piece, Emily. Come on, let's get the car and drive out to my place. I told Millie I was going to invite you over. She's expecting us."
A short time later Emily was sitting beside Abner in his car, her leg pressed against his and her arm draped around his shoulders.
"I'd always taken you for kind of shy," he said. "I was."
"Was?"
"Yes. I decided life is too short and it was time I stopped being shy. We'll all be dead soon."
"So that's why you fucked those two salesmen," he said. "Well, you're right. It's time you got out of your shell."
Abner grunted with approval as her hand moved along the inside of his thigh. "That's nice, Emily. You catch on quick, honey."
Emily teased him awhile, cautioning him to drive carefully, and then at last she ran her fingertips over the bulge in his crotch and felt the outline of his cock. He was hard as iron.
"My, my," she crooned. "Is all that for me?"
Pulling his zipper down, she fumbled inside his fly and at last brought his cock out into the air.
"Christ," Abner snickered, "I hope we don't get stopped by a cop!"
Her eyes bright with lust, Emily clasped his pulsating cockshaft in her hand and slowly pumped it up and down.
"I'm taking the long route," he croaked, as he turned into a side road.
Keeping his left hand on the wheel, he slipped his right hand between Emily's thighs and pulled her skirt back so that he could get at her crotch.
Emily purred with approval and opened her legs wider to give his hand room. He tickled the bulge of her cunt mound through the wet nylon of her panties, and then he slipped his fingers inside to mash them between her wet cuntlips.
"You're hot to trot, aren't you?" he chuckled.
Emily closed her eyes. She felt a surge of cuntjuice gush out of her pussy and wet his fingers. She groaned as he found her clit and rubbed it with an expert touch.
"Yeah," he chuckled. "Millie likes that, too! Women!"
He rubbed and flicked and pinched and pulled at her little nub until she cried out and closed her thighs over his hand as she came.
"Jesus, you get off fast, don't you?" Abner said with a grin.
Emily blushed. She wouldn't mind some more, but she wanted more than his hand rubbing her clit.
She sat there looking as demure as possible and squeezed his rigid cockshaft.
"Let's get to your house," she said in a husky voice.
Emily put Abner's cock back in his pants and zipped his fly as they approached the Dawson house.
"Millie's car is gone," Abner said. "I suppose she'll be back soon. Probably went to the grocery store."
He led Emily into the house and once inside the door they quickly moved into each other's arms.
Their tongues probed each other's mouths as she ran her fingers up and down the outline of his hard cockshaft. She rubbed his cock up and down through the material of his pants.
Eager to get at his prick again, she unzipped his fly and brought his cock out. Abner grunted as she tickled and scraped the underside of his cockshaft.
"Dammit!" he said. "Let's get our clothes off. You've got my balls in an uproar!"
She giggled as he pulled her into the living room. "What if Millie comes back?" she hissed.
"We'll worry about that when it happens!"
They quickly tore their clothes off and embraced again. They pulled apart after a moment and Abner feasted his eyes on her naked body. He ran his hands over her tits and ass and then slipped his fingers into her cunt.
"Do you like getting your pussy licked?"
"And how!" Emily laughed.
Chuckling, Abner stretched out on his back and told Emily to squat over his face.
"I'm gonna suck you off!" he said. "Give me that sweet, juicy pussy!"
Shivering at the lewdness of it all, Emily stood on either side of his head and squatted down over his open mouth.
She wailed with lust as his wagging tongue found her cunt-flesh. She plastered her dripping cunthole against his lips, her clit quivering as he sucked and slurped at the fountain of her gaping pussy.
She squirmed and gyrated on his face, mashing her open cunt over him, covering his face with her sticky-sweet pussyjuice.
Abner licked and chewed and sucked like a hungry dog, gobbling up a bowl of food.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Oh, God, I'm going to come! I'm going to come! Oh, sweet Jesus, your tongue is so good in there! In my pussy! Oh, sweet Jesus! Oh, God! It's so good!"
It wasn't long before Emily shuddered and sobbed and spasmed on his face. Crooning and wailing, she mashed her wet cunt-flesh against his mouth as she came, shuddering through two orgasms before she finally unseated herself.
"Now that's what I call having a good time!" a woman's voice said.
Emily whirled, her eyes wide with shock, and stared at Millie Dawson standing in the doorway.
Millie smiled. "You don't mind if I join in, do you, honey? Abner told me he was bringing you over. You sure are pretty, aren't you? You don't mind the three of us having a little fun, do you? It's all right, isn't it? You can't be too surprised. You knew I'd be home."
Her heart pounding, Emily gazed dumbly at the blonde. She finally nodded. "It's all right," she said.
"Great honey!" she grinned, beginning to peel her clothes off. "I knew you were a swinger," she chirped. "I knew it all along. That husband of yours is a loser."
Emily was in a daze as they moved from the living room to the bedroom. She stared at Millie's naked body. As she had suspected, Millie was not a natural blonde. Her cunt bush was thick and black and curly. Emily found it rather erotic and exciting that the hair on her head was platinum blonde and the hair on her cunt was black.
Her tits were big and round and her nipples were big and pink and hard. She had a luscious big ass, with asscheeks that bounced and wobbled as she walked. Her tits jiggled and bounced like two melons as she walked hand in hand with Emily to the bedroom.
Abner trailed behind them, his hard, dripping cock swaying like a baseball bat in front of him.
Inside the bedroom Millie turned to Emily and put her hands on Emily's tits. "You're as pretty as a picture," Millie said. "Sweet Jesus, what a lovely pair of tits! You look like a little movie star, honey."
She squeezed Emily's tits, rubbing and pulling at Emily's long nipples and then rolling the tender buds between her fingertips until they stiffened and stood straight out.
Emily shivered with a combination of uneasiness and excitement. No woman had ever touched her like this before. She liked it. The feel of Millie's hands on her tits made her tremble with lust.
"I've never been with a woman like this before," she said shyly.
"Don't be nervous, honey," Millie laughed.
"It's not instead of a man, it's along with a man. I always say, if it feels good, do it! So far, does it feel good?"
Emily blushed. "Yes, it feels good."
Millie giggled. "Well, that's what it's all about, honey. It's a cruel world out there. Let's have a good time while we can."
Now Millie turned from Emily and moved over to Abner. "On the bed," Millie said. "Let me have a go at that stiff prick!"
Abner grinned and stretched out on his back on the bed. Crouching over him, the blonde swooped down on his cock and plunged her mouth down over his rampant prick.
Her blood racing with fascination and excitement, Emily watched the platinum blonde's mouth sliding up and down the length of Abner's glistening fuck pole.
The sight of Millie's lips stretched around Abner's thick cockshaft was incredibly erotic. Emily was jealous. She wanted her mouth around his hard prick.
Abner grunted as he bucked his ass up and down to fuck his cock in and out of Millie's wide, sucking mouth.
"How do you like this dish?" he croaked. "Some wife I've got, huh?"
Millie gluttonously sucked and licked and slurped over his big cock. She scooped his big, hairy balls into her mouth, sucking first one and then the other into her saliva-drenched mouth.
She sucked and licked and slurped over his throbbing prick. She suddenly pulled her mouth off his cockhead and looked at Emily.
"There's enough for two, honey! Why don't you join me?"
Emily shivered as she climbed onto the bed. She knew she'd go to hell now. Before at least her adulteries had been with men. According to even Jeremiah that was oaky. But two women together was a sin no matter how you looked at it.
Well, I don't care! she thought. Besides, it's too late for remorse. There's no turning back now.
"Sure, Millie," she hissed. "I'd love to!"
She crouched down on the bed beside the older woman. In a moment the two women were sucking on Abner's cock as if they had been a team for years.
"I think I've died and gone to heaven!" Abner hissed. "Keep sucking, girls! Keep sucking!"
Millie sucked on his cockhead while Emily ran her lips up and down his throbbing cockshaft. Emily licked his balls and sucked them one after the other into her mouth.
They switched places after awhile, Emily sucking his cockhead and Millie lapping and licking his cockshaft and balls.
They sucked and licked and slurped together, tonguing and licking and giggling as they worked over his hot cock-meat until they had him squirming and shuddering on the bed.
A wave of hot lust washed over Emily's body as she suddenly felt Millie's hand moving between her legs to finger her cunt. Emily opened her thighs to the blonde's probing fingers.
She moaned as Millie rubbed her clit. She cried out with pleasure, the sound muffled by Abner's cock in her mouth, when Millie shoved two fingers into her dripping cunthole and began fucking them in and out of her pussy in imitation of a cock.
It was good! Emily mewled with pleasure at the sensation of having her mouth filled with hard male meat and her cunt filled with Millie's ramming fingers.
When Millie moved her mouth away from Abner's cock and moved her head down to Emily's crotch, Emily lay back as if it were the most natural thing in the world, overwhelmed by a flood of sensations.
The feel of the blonde's mouth on her cunt drove her wild. She squirmed her ass, humping her cunt up at Millie's face and maneuvering her crotch until she had her clit rubbing against the older woman's nose.
Millie sucked and licked, chewing gently on Emily's cuntlips and then sucking on the younger woman's clit until a series of spasms convulsed Emily's body.
"Oh, Lord!" Emily groaned. "Oh, my God!"
Moving as if in a dream, Emily twisted her body around until she had her own face between Millie's thighs. She gazed at the blonde's black cunt-bush. She sniffed at Millie's cunt-flesh.
Opening her mouth, Emily at last moved in and began sucking on the other woman's yawning pussy.
Their mouths fused to each other's cunts, the two women sucked and lapped at each other's wet pussies. Emily sucked the juice out of Millie's cunthole. She was surprised to find she liked the taste.
She rubbed her nose against Millie's clit and burrowed her tongue into Millie's fuckchannel. She quivered as she felt Millie sucking hard at her clit.
"Go! Go!" Abner snickered. "Eat that pussy!"
She lapped at Millie's oozing pussy, squirming and grinding her cunt against the blonde's face, her hands clutching Millie's big asscheeks. Probing her nose into Millie's cunthole, Emily nose-fucked Millie's fuck-channel and massaged Millie's big clit with her lips and tongue at the same time.
"Jesus!" Millie mumbled. "Oh, Christ, you're driving me crazy!"
It wasn't long before the two women brought each other off. When the explosion ripped through Emily's pussy, she wailed and moaned and convulsed in a frenzy.
Her thighs squeezing against the blonde's head, her pussy pumping against Millie's mouth, Emily sucked on Millie's cunt-flesh until the last spasm had died away.
When it was over, Emily looked up and found Abner grinning down at her.
"Well, now that you two girls have gotten to know each other," he said, "We can have a real party."
CHAPTER NINE
Abner was soon stretched out between them with his hands fondling each cunt, his fingers pistoning in and out of their slippery cuntholes, and his thumbs strumming their clits.
Both his hands were soon glistening with cuntjuice. The women squirmed on the mattress and pumped their pussies at his fingers. They both moaned when he shoved three big fingers in each gaping cunthole and rapidly fucked them in and out, using his thick stiff fingers like little pricks.
His fingers still pumping her pussy, he leaned over to suck one of Emily's nipples into his mouth. Emily groaned, her breath catching as he pulled her nipple out with his lips.
As he chewed and sucked her tits, his fingers still mashed into her crotch. She gasped when she felt one of his fingers probing her asshole.
"Oh, Lord!" she hissed. "Oh, my God!"
He drilled a finger inside her asshole, plugging her both fore and aft. She moaned with pleasure as his fingers stretched and pumped both holes.
She quivered as he reamed and probed her asshole. She wondered if he would want to fuck her there. She had mixed emotions about assfucking. On the one hand it was wildly exciting and a real turn-on. On the other, it still frightened her a little.
She clamped her ass down now on the invading finger, crying out and bucking her hips on the mattress.
Pulling her knees back to her chest, she opened more of her crotch to his massaging and probing hand and urged him to keep fingering her.
"Don't stop!" she hissed. "Don't stop! Oh, God! Oh, God, it's good! Yes, that's it! Fuck me with your fingers! Oh, God, it feels so good in my asshole! Oh, God, I could come right now! Oh, yes, do that! Oh, my God, that's it! That's it!"
"Hot little cunt!" he chuckled.
Abner pistoned and screwed his fingers in and out of her asshole and cunthole, churning her juices as he reamed and pumped.
Emily was wild with lust now. She was still in the afterglow of the violent climax she had had with Millie. She moaned and pulled her legs back now as Abner leaned over to suck her cunt.
"Give it to her, honey," Millie hissed. "Suck her pussy, dear! She's got such a nice gash! Give her a good sucking! It's very exciting for me to watch!"
Emily gasped as she suddenly felt Millie swinging around to push her face between her asscheeks. Abner slurped up Emily's cuntjuice as Millie sucked at Emily's asshole.
Beside herself with passion, Emily humped her crotch up and down, fucking her cunthole and asshole at the man and woman sucking and licking at her crotch.
"Oh, God, I can't stand it!" she wailed. "Oh, it's too much! It's too good! Oh, God, I can't stand it! I can't stand it!"
They were soon using their tongues, Abner's tongue plunging and probing inside Emily's wet grasping cunthole, and Millie's tongue, slithering in and out of Emily's tight asshole.
The feel of their two tongues working in her fuck-channel and ass-channel drove Emily to the brink.
Her fingers clawed at the sheet, her hair flew over her face wildly, her legs thrashed. Abner lapped her clit and Millie lapped her asshole.
"Ooohh!" Emily wailed.
Abner chewed her cuntlips and Millie chewed her asshole. The couple worked as a team. An experienced, well-oiled team.
"Oh, dear God!" Emily wailed.
The feel of Millie's tongue in her ass was incredible. Emily pushed back at it, squealing and mewling as Millie tongue-fucked her.
Sucking and biting at Emily's tight asshole, Millie reamed out the younger woman's ass until Emily almost fainted from the pleasure of it.
The probing and licking of the platinum blonde's tongue in Emily's asshole produced a flood of exquisite sensations that soon had Emily shuddering and groaning with ecstasy.
When Millie at last pulled her face away from Emily's asshole, she ordered Abner to stretch out on his back so that she could mount him.
"I want to fuck you, honey! I can't wait! I need that cock in my pussy now!"
Abner grinned as he lay down on his back. His hard, throbbing cock rose up from his crotch like a mighty club, eager and ready. Millie quickly straddled him, squatting over her crotch and fisting his cockshaft to place his brimming cockhead at the entrance to her cunthole.
Emily watched wide-eyed, fascinated by the sight of the lusty blonde squatting over her husband like some sort of earth-mother.
When she had his knob lodged inside her pussy, the blonde eased down and swallowed up his cock all the way.
"Now you see it now you don't!" Millie chuckled. "Oh, baby, that big cock feels so good inside my belly!"
"Milk my prick, baby," he grunted. "Milk daddy's cock!"
"Oh, God, it's good!" she groaned. "There's nothing like the feel of a stiff cock stuffing my cunt!"
Her tits bouncing in the breeze, she rocked up and down on Abner's crotch. His hands moved around to clutch her asscheeks.
"Let's have a little ass-flesh!" he grunted. "Give me some skin!"
His fingers slipped into the crack of her ass to play with her asshole.
"Yes, baby, yes!" she gasped.
Her hands held her bouncing tits as she threw back her head and crooned with delight at the feel of his big, hard cock sliding in and out of her fuck-channel.
Crouching next to them on the bed with her hand massaging her wet cunt, Emily's heart pounded as she watched the Dawsons fuck. She was fascinated. She stared at the junction of cock and cunt as the blonde slid up and down in a steady rhythm.
She watched Millie's cunt-mouth, stretched wide around Abner's big cockshaft. She loved the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as Millie bounced up and down like a tigress on Abner's cock.
"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!" Millie hissed, grunting at the end of each downward stroke.
Her hands squeezed her tits as she pumped up and down on Abner's rampant prick.
Millie squirmed and bounced, moaning and wailing as she humped her way to an orgasm.
"Oh, Jesus, I'm coming!" she cried. "Here I go! I'm gonna come! Oh, shit! Oh, fuck, it's good! Oh, Jesus Christ!"
When she climbed off Abner's body, his cock was still hard and throbbing. Millie's fucked-out cunt gaped like a wilted wild flower.
"Come on, baby," Abner croaked to Emily. "It's your turn to get fucked now. How do you want it?"
Emily blushed. "Oh, whatever you say."
"Shit, honey, come on now. What do you want. Where do you want it! It's your decision. Whatever you say. Whatever turns you on."
"From behind," she said. "Give it to me from behind! That's the way I like it best."
He snickered. "Get down on your knees!" he croaked. "Get that ass up in the air!"
She knelt down obediently at the edge of the bed with her head down and her ass up in the air. Abner chuckled as he moved to stand behind her.
He ran his hands over the white, full cheeks of her ass, his fingers slipping down to lightly tease her wet cuntlips.
"Oh, Abner!" she gasped. "Oh, Abner, that's so good!"
He leaned over to grab her hanging tits and then moved back again to take a good look at her gaping cunthole.
Emily moaned and reached back to pull her asscheeks apart. "Fuck me! Stick it in!" she hissed. "Fuck me!"
Briefly tickling her asshole with his thumb, Abner shoved his cockhead against the mouth of her cunthole and rammed forward to bury his cock inside her sucking fuck-channel.
Emily moaned and wailed. "Oh, it feels so good!" she sobbed. "Oh, your cock feels so good in my cunt!"
She tossed her head from side to side, mewling and moaning as Abner squeezed her asscheeks with his big hands and plunged his thick cock in and out of her pussy.
"I've got to get in on the action," Millie squealed.
She slid off the bed and moved behind Abner, her hands fondling his muscular asscheeks as they pumped back and forth. Then she slipped a hand between his legs and grabbed his swinging balls.
Leaning over to the side, she watched his cock plunging in and out of Emily's wet, hairy cunt. Millie squeezed her husband's balls and tickled his asshole as he continued pumping his cock in and out of the younger woman's fuckchannel.
"Watch it!" he chuckled. "I'll shoot off, if you do that!"
Millie giggled. "Well, that's what you're here for, isn't it, baby?"
"Oh, Jesus!" Emily wailed. "Your cock feels so good fucking me, Abner!"
"Give it to her good," Millie giggled. "Give her a good fucking! Show her how a good man does it!"
Emily cried out with pleasure as Abner jammed his thumb into her asshole. She wailed at the feel of his thick thumb stretching her asshole in unison with his cock stretching her cunthole.
Abner finger-fucked her ass, reaming out her asshole and snickering as her ass clamped down on his thumb.
"Oh, yes!" Emily wailed'. "Do that! Finger my ass!"
He corkscrewed his thumb in and out of her puckered asshole and fucked her pussy, grunting with pleasure as Millie continued squeezing his balls and fondling his asscheeks.
Emily went wild at the double penetration. Her asshole grabbed and sucked on his thumb, squeezing it as it plunged in and out.
"Oh, God!" she sobbed. "Oh, God in heaven, this is too much! This is too much! It's too good! Oh, God, it's so good!"
His prick sliding in and out of her slippery fuck-channel, she moaned and wailed and humped her ass back at his cock and hand.
With each thrusting stroke of his thumb he jabbed and twisted his fingers in her asshole, stretching the tight ring until it became loose and accepting.
He wanted Emily's ass. He wanted his cock pumping in and out of her asshole. He wanted the feel of her hot, little asshole gripping his cockshaft. He wanted her hot, tight, little ass milking his prick until he saw stars.
Emily groaned when Abner pulled his cock out of her cunt. "Where are you going?" she wailed. "Stick it back in!"
When he moved his cockhead to the tight ring of her asshole, she shuddered as she realized what he was about to do.
"Oh, yes!" she moaned. "Oh, yes, do that! Fuck my ass!"
She held her breath. She wanted it! She wanted his big cock stretching her asshole!
Her heart pounding, her hands clutched the bedsheet as Abner grunted and pushed forward.
"You've got it, baby!" he chuckled. "You've got it!"
"Give it to her, honey," Millie giggled. "Give her the old prick in the ass treatment. You assfuck so good, honey!"
Emily's asshole resisted for only a moment. Abner's fat cockhead suddenly popped inside and his long, thick cock slid smoothly into her asshole.
"She's had it here before," he croaked. "My prick went in easy!"
A deep groan of frenzied pleasure rumbled out of Emily's throat. "Oh, dear God!", she moaned. "Fuck my ass! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck!"
Abner grunted. "Oh, yeah! She's hot! Hot as a firecracker!"
The feel of her hot asshole gripping his cock was marvelous. "I don't know how long I can hold out!" he gasped. "That's a tight asshole you've got!"
He gazed down at her asshole stretched around his glistening cockshaft. He began pumping in and out of her ass slowly, drawing out his prick until he had only his cockhead inside her ass and then sliding out again.
Emily reached back to pull her asscheeks further apart and squirmed her ass back at him. The feel of his hot cock reaming out her ass-channel each time he slammed forward was exquisite.
She imagined she could feel every ridge and bump on his cockshaft with her asshole. When Abner slipped his hand down to finger her cunt, she went wild.
The feel of his cock plunging in and out of her asshole and his fingers fucking in and out of her cunthole sent hot waves of orgasmic pleasure washing up from her crotch to suffuse her body.
"Ooohhh! Ooohhh! Ooohhh!" she wailed. "Oh, my Lord! My Lord!"
Abner pistoned his cock and his fingers in and out of her asshole and cunthole with a steady pumping rhythm. His eyes fixed on her pretty upturned ass as he pounded her crotch.
It was hard to believe this was actually Preacher Goodwin's wife. He had known Jeremiah Goodwin for years. Now here was Emily Goodwin on Abner's bed with her ass raised up and her asshole stretched by Abner's pistoning cock!
Millie was still busy behind Abner. Now that he was fucking Emily's ass, she went to work on Abner's asshole.
As he continued fucking Emily's tight ass, giving her one orgasm after the other, Abner soon found his own ass impaled on his wife's fingers.
He grunted and groaned as she reamed out his asshole. "Give it to her!" Millie giggled. "Fuck her ass till she sees stars! Married to that asshole all these years, she can use it!"
She pumped her fingers in and out of Abner's clutching asshole to urge him on. Abner grunted, each thrust of his wife's fingers in his ass sending his cock deeper and deeper into Emily's asshole.
Suddenly pulling her fingers out of Abner's asshole, the lusty blonde climbed onto the bed, and slipped her mouth under Emily's belly to get at the younger woman's cunt.
Abner pulled his fingers away to give his wife room. He knew what she wanted.
Emily mewled with lust as Millie clamped her mouth over the younger woman's pussy. "Oh, fuck!" Emily wailed.
Abner pumped his cock in and out of Emily's asshole while Millie licked and sucked on Emily's cunt.
Millie tongued Emily's clit, flicking it back and forth, gobbling up a mouthful of Emily's wet hairy cunt-meat and sucking it into her mouth.
Emily groaned at the feel of Abner's hard cock thrusting in and out of her ass and Millie's wet, searching mouth lapping and sucking at her steaming cunt-flesh.
Millie sucked the cuntjuice gushing out of Emily's cunt and swallowed it down. She tongue-fucked Emily's cunthole at the same time as Abner was fucking her asshole.
It's some act, Emily thought to herself. The feel of the mouth and cock sucking and licking and fucking her crotch soon drove Emily once more to the brink of oblivion.
Tossing her head from side to side on the mattress, her face beet-red and her hair flying all around, she glanced over at the wall between orgasms and realized with a shock that there was a mirror on the wall and she could see everything going on on the bed.
She saw the tangle of their bodies. She saw Abner humping as he pumped his cock in and out of her ass. She saw Millie stretched out on the bed with her head between Emily's own thighs.
The sight of husband and wife fucking and sucking her crotch drove Emily over the edge.
With a loud cry she came one more time, her body convulsed in the strongest and longest lasting orgasm she'd ever experienced.
Spasm after spasm ripped through her body. Her asshole clamped down on Abner's thrusting cock. Juice gushed out of her pussy.
Abner grunted. "Oh, yeah, that's it! Oh, yeah! Here I go! Here I go!"
Blast after blast of thick hot jism shot into Emily's asshole. Millie brought herself off with her fingers, sucking and licking at Emily's dripping pussy.
The frenzied sucking and fucking continued until the three of them were completely drained.
CHAPTER TEN
A month passed. On a hot Saturday afternoon Emily was home alone amusing herself. She was playing with herself with a cucumber.
Jeremiah was polishing up his sermon in his office behind the church, and Emily was happy to have a chance to give herself a little work-out.
She lay back on the bed, legs spread wide, slowly moving a big fat cucumber in and out of her stretched cunt mound. Each stroke reamed out her fuck-channel. The fingers of one hand rolled one of her nipples, as she pushed the cucumber in and out of her wet cunt, moaning as the waves of pleasure washed up from her crotch.
She altered the stroking now, rotating the vegetable to stretch the mouth of her pussy even further, rubbing it against her clit and churning her cuntjuice in a way that soon had her wild with lust.
She pulled her hand away from her tit now and slipped it under her ass to get a finger on her asshole. Rocking her legs back and forth, she diddled her asshole and fucked her cunthole and crooned and purred with delight.
God, how she loved finger-fucking her pussy!
The cucumber made a sucking noise as she pulled it out of her gaping cunt. She strummed her clit with a fingertip, flicking it back and forth a few times and sliding her finger inside her cunthole.
She worked three fingers into the brimming hole, stretching the mouth of her cunt and finger-fucking herself with a vigorous rhythm.
Emily had a lifestyle worked out now. When she was around Jeremiah she was demure as ever, hair pulled back in a simple bun, the perfect lady. When he wasn't around, however, she did as she liked. She got laid when she wanted to and she masturbated a lot. It worked out reasonably well but she was far from happy. So far from happy she'd been thinking drastic thoughts.
Right now the squishing noise her cunt was making was music to her ears. She plunged her fingers in and out of her pussy, rubbing her clit with her thumb.
"Come! Come! Come!" she mewled.
Her ass was soon humping off the bed as she fucked her pussy back at her hand.
"Good! Good! Good!" she groaned.
God, how good it was! How she loved to suck and fuck! How she loved it when her body was wracked with orgasm after orgasm!
She thought about Jeremiah. She thought about her marriage. It had certainly been a mistake. Jeremiah just didn't have enough interest in sex!
How long could she go on like this, sneaking around and finding her fun elsewhere? It seemed hopeless!
She would be justified in simply giving up, but she told herself she ought to make at least one attempt at straightening things out. She ought to talk to Jeremiah. She owed their marriage that much.
Pulling her wet fingers out of her hot cunt, Emily decided she had to speak to Jeremiah right away. She couldn't wait any longer. This was as good a time as any. He would have to forgive her for interrupting his work on his sermon.
Hurriedly dressing, Emily rushed out of the house and drove over to the church. The place looked deserted. Jeremiah's car was the only one in the parking lot.
Emily drove her car into the next slot and quickly made her way to the rear entrance of the church. She had her own key.
Jeremiah's office was at the end of a long corridor, but long before Emily was even close to it she heard the girl's giggling voice.
Emily froze in her tracks. It couldn't be! Then another giggle was followed by a moan and Emily realized with a sudden pounding of her heart that Jeremiah was in his office with a woman!
Creeping down the hall as quietly as possible, Emily stole up to the office door. The door was open. She could see everything inside the room.
The convertible sofa in Jeremiah's office was opened into a bed and on the bed, naked as a couple of jaybirds, lay Jeremiah and a young girl.
Emily recognized the girl. Her name was Honey Loomis and she was hardly more than sixteen. Whatever age she was, the blonde teenager was having the time of her life.
She had her hand on Jeremiah's hard, upstanding cock and she was slowly pumping it up and down with a look of intense happiness on her face!
Emily stood back in the shadows of the corridor, her blood racing, and watched strawberry-blonde Honey Loomis playing with Jeremiah's cock.
Jeremiah didn't look like he was in pain, either! The girl ran her fingers down his throbbing cockshaft and squeezed his prick, pinching out a glob of clear cockjuice, smearing it over his cockhead with her thumb.
"Jesus, what a big prick, honey," she giggled.
Stretched out on the bed with his hands folded under his head, Jeremiah chuckled. "You like them big, don't you, cutie?"
"I sure do!"
"Well, it's all yours, babydoll. For the moment!"
The girl fondled his balls, gently squeezing his balls until Jeremiah winced.
"Easy!" he said. "You'll ruin the family jewels."
Outside the door Emily smiled wryly. The family jewels indeed! Whose family? Certainly not hers!
Squealing with delight, Honey let go of his balls and went back to playing with his cockhead again. She scraped her fingernail over his pisshole and then into the groove behind the flared rim of his knob.
The little bitch really knows what she's doing, Emily thought. I could learn a thing or two from her!
Fisting his cockshaft, Honey slowly pumped the preacher's prick up and down and stared down with her eyes fixed on his purplish cockhead.
"Oh, Jeremiah, I love your prick! It's so big and hard and nice!"
Jeremiah groaned. "Easy, easy!" he said. "Do some sucking. Use your mouth. But be careful with your teeth. You'll kill me."
Squeezing the base of his cockshaft in her small fist, Honey extended her little, pink tongue and ran it over his swollen cockhead.
"Uummm! I like that!" she purred.
She teased his pisshole and then opened her mouth wide. She looked at him teasingly.
"Should I?"
"Suck it!" he grunted.
"Well, I don't know if I should," she purred. "You might lose respect for me."
Jeremiah didn't answer. Instead he grabbed her head and shoved her mouth over his cock.
"Suck my prick!" he hissed.
Her lips gripped his cockshaft. She sucked his prick into her mouth gradually until in a moment she had his cockhead jabbing the back of her throat.
"Good suck!" he grunted. "Good sucking mouth!"
Jeremiah bucked his hips, trying to force his cock deeper into the girl's mouth. She gagged momentarily, then relaxed and took more cock into her throat.
Jeremiah closed his eyes and beamed with pleasure as the teenager sucked and licked and nibbled on his thick, hard cock.
Not bad for fifty, he thought. Not bad at all!
He opened his eyes and looked at the pretty teenager's mouth stretched around his hard, thick cockshaft.
"That's the way, my dear. That's good! Yes, just like that! Keep moving your mouth up and down. That's the way!"
Stifling a gasp, Emily watched as the teenager sucked and slurped on Jeremiah's rigid prick. The sight of Honey's mouth sliding up and down on his glistening cock was incredibly erotic.
Emily wondered if they had ever done anything like this before. She guessed they had. They were too familiar with each other. Honey knew exactly what she was doing and Jeremiah knew what to expect.
Well, Jeremiah certainly wasn't working on his sermon, was he?
Emily shuddered as she watched the pretty strawberry-blonde suck and lick over Jeremiah's cockshaft. Honey snorted and sobbed, saliva running out of her mouth and drenching Jeremiah's balls.
Jeremiah soon pushed Honey away from his prick. He obviously didn't want to come in her mouth. He forced the girl down on the bed and plunged his mouth down on her tits.
His hands holding her big, light-nippled tits, he sucked and licked at her pretty, beige nipples until the teenager moaned with pleasure.
The girl thrashed her legs and wailed. "Oh, yes, yes! Suck my tits! Suck my tits!"
He chewed and bit at her nipples until she shuddered from head to toe and crooned with delight.
Finally, pulling his mouth away from her tits, Jeremiah grinned down at the little blonde.
"Open your legs, my sweet. Show me your pussy!"
The girl giggled and spread her thighs wide to show him her cunt. Emily had a clear view of the blonde's dripping pink cuntlips. Her cunt-bush was the same strawberry-blonde as the hair on her head.
Emily quivered as Honey slipped a hand down to her crotch to open her cuntlips for Jeremiah's eyes. Jeremiah stared down at the girl's wet cunt-flesh and chuckled.
"Lovely!" he said. "Lovely little pussy, my dear."
Honey squirmed her crotch on the bed. Her cunt gaped hungrily as though begging for a hard cock.
Sliding his hands along the insides of the girl's thighs, Jeremiah moved his fingers into the wet gulch of her pussy and stroked her cunt-flesh.
"Oh, Preacher Goodwin!" she squealed as a fingertip touched her clit. "Oh, Jesus, that's fantastic!"
She gyrated on the bed as he rolled and pinched and flicked her passion button.
"Does that feel good, my dear?"
"Oh, you know it does. It always feels good when you touch me there!"
"I want to make you happy, little girl!"
"Oh, you are, Preacher Goodwin, you are!"
"Call me Jeremiah. When you call me Preacher Goodwin it makes me feel old."
"Oh, I forgot. Yes, yes, Jeremiah, touch my clit! Yes! Yes! Oh, do that again! Oh, oh, it's so good!"
Her legs opened and closed as he massaged her hot cunt-meat.
"Oh, yes, that's good!" the little blonde crooned. "Oh, God, I like that, Jeremiah! Oh, yes!"
Teasing and rubbing the girl's sensitive cuntflesh, Jeremiah crouched over Honey and smiled.
"Sweet little pussy!" he hissed. "You love it when I touch you, don't you?"
"Oh, yes!" Honey hissed. "Make me come! Please, make me come!"
Chuckling at her urgency, Jeremiah rubbed her clit up and down and back and forth as the girl writhed under him. He stroked and fondled and pinched her tender little nub until she spasmed and wailed in the throes of an orgasm.
"Oohhh!" she wailed. "AauuggHH! Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph!"
She wailed and sobbed and moaned and he continued fondling her cunt as the spasms of pleasure overwhelmed her senses.
When she finally stopped coming, he pushed two fingers into her gaping pink cunthole and fucked them in and out using them like a little cock.
The girl humped her ass off the bed, fucking her pussy back at his hand, groaning and mewling as he finger-fucked her to another orgasm.
She suddenly squealed when Jeremiah drilled a finger into her asshole. Frigging both her cunthole and asshole at the same time, Jeremiah soon brought her off again.
"Oh, my God! My God! Oh, my God! Oh, Jesus, I can't take this! Oh, it's too much! Oh, it's too much!"
Outside in the hall Emily fumed. She can't take anymore! Well I wouldn't mind having some!
The girl twisted and thrashed on the bed, pumping her crotch at his fingers, shuddering with pleasure as he drilled her cunthole and asshole relentlessly.
"The Lord accepts as his own, those who yield to indulgence."
"Huh?"
"Never mind, my child."
Pulling his fingers out of the girl's cunthole and asshole, Jeremiah now bent down and placed his mouth against Honey's wet cunt-flesh.
"Oh, Jesus!" she moaned.
He sucked and slurped from the fountain of her cunthole, tongue-fucking her pussy relentlessly.
"Oh, Christ, Jeremiah, I'm gonna come again!" she wailed.
He didn't answer but continued sucking her pussy, sticking his nose against her clit, rubbing it up and down to give her little clit more friction.
Pressing into her wet crotch as if it were the last supper, Jeremiah licked and sucked like a demon. The little blonde pumped back at his face, grabbing his hair to pull his mouth more firmly against her cunt.
"Suck my pussy!" she hissed. "Oh, it's so good! Lick my pussy! Lick my cunt!"
His hands grabbing the undersides of her thighs, Jeremiah pushed her knees back and dug in. He lapped his tongue up and down her wet, hairy cunt. He ran his tongue down into her asshole. She wailed and sobbed.
He zeroed in on her little asshole and stuffed his long, stiff tongue into her ass, fucking it in and out a few times.
Honey went wild. A series of choked cries came out of her throat as she rocked her crotch up and down against his sucking mouth.
"Oh, you fucker!" she screamed. "Oh, you fucker! You sucker! You cuntsucker!"
When Jeremiah finally pulled his face away from the girl's sopping cunt, he stretched out on his back on the bed and ordered her to mount him and fuck his cock.
Honey eagerly complied. She quickly squatted over him, grabbed his cockshaft and stuffed his cockhead into her sucking cunthole. In a moment she swallowed up his entire cock and sat down on his crotch with a groan.
His hands clutching the girl's lush asscheeks, Jeremiah helped Honey bounce up and down on his rigid prick.
Honey's tits jiggled. Her stretched cuntmouth sucked at his throbbing cockshaft. Rocking her body with a steady rhythm, the teenager rode his cock as though she were riding a pony.
Out in the corridor, Emily had been busy stripping her clothes off. She was now stark naked and had made a few decisions.
So Jeremiah liked pussy, did he? So Jeremiah liked cunt! Hot, young, eager cunt!
Well, Emily thought, I'll just have to see that he gets plenty!
She looked into a mirror to check her makeup. She fluffed her hair and ran her fingers through her cunt-bush to fluff her cunt hair.
Taking a deep breath, she pranced into the room and giggled at Honey's shocked gasp.
His eyes goggled when he saw it was Emily. His mouth hung open and he stared at her unbelievingly.
"Just keep moving, darling," Emily said to Honey. "We can't stop now, can we?"
As they both looked at her in amazement, Emily climbed onto the bed and squatted over her husband's face. She eased down and mashed her pussy against his mouth.
She squirmed until she had his nose pushing into her wet cunthole. She winked, smiling wickedly at Honey as she began rocking her crotch back and forth on Jeremiah's mouth.
"You're very pretty," Emily said. "Let's see if we can make our tits bounce together."
The look of amazement slowly vanished from Honey's face. In its place came a sly and mischievous smile. The woman and the girl reached down and held each other's hands. They rocked up and down on Jeremiah's face and cock the rest of the afternoon.
