Although American's appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when relating on a personal basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americana are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sexual practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
ALWAYS HORNY WIFE-a shocking story, certainly, but one which may not be as unbelievable as it first appears, one which could hold many valuable lessons for a large segment of our diverse population.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Denise Walters bubbled with happiness. She sipped her champagne, looked around the large crowded hall that had been rented for her daughter's wedding reception. Her eyes misted at the sight of her daughter, Sue, surrounded by a throng of guests congratulating her. Sue looked gorgeous in her white lace wedding gown. Eighteen and married. It reminded her of her own wedding nineteen years ago. God, it was almost like yesterday.
Denise began to weave through the crowd on her way to the buffet table, smiling pleasantly, acknowledging well-wishers. As she waited in line, her ears picked up the sound of two voices. Hearing Ron's name mentioned, she tuned her ear to their slightly whispered conversation. She kept facing the opposite direction, listening intently to the two women talking a few feet behind her.
"At his own daughter's wedding too," an admonishing elderly woman said. "I don't believe it; and with the maid of honor!"
"It's that bitch Carla. She's a tramp. I don't understand why a nice girl like Sue wanted her in the wedding party to begin with," the other woman whispered.
"It's a shame. I certainly hope Denise, or Sue don't find out. It would ruin this lovely wedding."
"Bold as brass too," the other woman said. "Leaving here as if no one were looking." The woman with the snow-white hair shook her head.
"I saw the way he was staring at her during the wedding. I thought there might be trouble."
"Did you see the way Carla played up to him, the minute they got here from the church?" A tsking sound came out of her wrinkled mouth.
Denise's feet were cemented to the floor; her body froze. It was as if everything in the hall had come to a standstill, except for the sound of those vicious women and their evil tongues. Denise found herself shaking. The half-empty glass of champagne splattering a few drops on her orchid-colored dress. She wheeled around to confront the two gossiping old bitches. There was no one behind her. Her hurt brown eyes scanned the immediate area. The two women had disappeared into the happy crowd.
"Damn," Denise muttered under her breath. "I better find Ron." There was no way she wanted this ugly gossip to reach Sue. She walked quickly around the smiling faces, unable to find her husband. Carla was missing too.
Her heart leaped into her throat. Could what those old women said be true? She refused to admit it, but deep inside, she felt it was true. She had seen the way Ron had ogled Sue's friends, his roving eye sweeping over their girlish figures.
He had begun to pay less and less attention to her these last months. It had been the reason why she had joined the health spa and taken a course at the local college, although Ron had suggested the course. Keep her body trim, her mind active and Ron would soon come around. A weekly trip to the beauty parlor had been added too, even though she hated sitting there while people fussed over her. From the vicious conversation she had overheard, nothing she had done mattered to him. Ron was with a girl half his age, doing what, she intended to find out before Sue did.
Denise left the hall, then paused to wonder where they would go. Her angry eyes glanced at the exit. Ron wouldn't take Carla to the car. He wasn't a kid, at least not in age. Denise opted for the stairs, wondering where they would lead her.
There were only three doors upstairs, and she intended to check them all. Quietly, she walked down the corridor. The trickling sounds of talk and laughter drifted out to her. Ron's voice, she recognized at once.
She walked past the first two doors, headed in the direction of the voices. She wasn't sure why, but instead of storming in and breaking up whatever was going on, Denise peeked inside first, after slowly creeping up to the slightly opened third door.
"You're very beautiful, Carla," Ron said to the eighteen-year-old maid of honor while drinking in large quantities of her erotic perfume.
Carla's hips swung as she went to him, her tongue flicking over her full red mouth. "You're not so bad yourself, Ron. In fact, a you're very handsome. I've always thought so." Carla was inches away, her head tilted up invitingly. "Ever since I started coming to the house to see Sue, I've wondered about you."
They were standing a breath apart; their eyes found each other's. Ron fought his impulse to drag her into his arms. He watched her mouth move, let the words caress him. The sexy kid had the hots for him, but it paid off to be patient. He didn't want to get their signals crossed and have her screaming out of here and ruin Sue's wedding. Sometimes these hot sizzling kids liked to turn on an older man just for kicks.
"Didn't you notice I have the hots for you?" Carla leaned into him, her tits pressing into his chest. "I like older men."
Ron couldn't resist. His arms circled her soft tender body; his mouth urgently pressed against her. His tongue quickly invaded her eager damp mouth. His cock throbbed like a toothache.
Carla squirmed out of his embrace. She stepped back, panting heavily, her lipstick smeared, her fiery violet eyes aflame. "I like the way you kiss."
To make sure the handsome father of the bride didn't change his mind, Carla's hands went behind the silk lavender gown she wore. The zipper came down silently.
Ron was hypnotized. His horny gaze was locked on the dress slipping off her shoulders, then down her flared hips. He watched her step carefully out of the gown and lay the glimmering silk over an empty table. She turned to face Ron again in her panties and bra.
"How do I look?" Carla purred. His eyes, wide and hungry, already told her what she wanted to know.
"Fantastic." From her lavender high-heel shoes, up her bare legs to her panties that were stretched across her full hips and pussy mound, Carla was a beauty. Twin mountains of creamy tit flesh billowed over a lace bra; a gorgeous fine-boned face was framed by gleaming long black hair. A sumptuous young woman.
"I want you to take the rest of my clothes off me," Carla mewled with wanton lust. Her red mouth was curled into a lewd grin. "Your daughter might have gotten married before me, but I'll be the first one in the wedding party to get a nice hard cock."
Ron didn't believe his good fortune. There was no way he intended to turn down the choicest piece of female flesh he had seen in a long time. Wedding or no wedding reception, he was going to sample everything Carla had to offer.
Ron's eyes quickly glanced around the room. "Just give me a minute to close and lock the door. I don't want anything to interfere with us." His quick steps took him to the door.
Denise melted into the wall, tears streaming down her face. She heard his footsteps, wanted to confront him face-to-face, but knew it would cause a scene, and Sue's wedding came first. She would exact her revenge later. Denise stood with her back against the wall, holding her breath and praying Ron wouldn't check the corridor.
Ron didn't. Too involved and anxious to get back to the delicious-looking bitch who was offering herself to him on a silver platter, Ron closed the door and locked it, then turned around and leered at Carla from the back.
Denise exhaled a low grateful gasp and staggered back to the steps. Pulling herself together, she descended the stairs-a mask of civility hiding her angry rage.
Ron rubbed his bulging hard-on while his eyes burned into Carla's long endless legs and her heart-shaped ass. She was absolutely perfect.
"I feel your eyes on my ass," Carla mewled seductively. "It's making me cream." She turned and faced him, her cheeks blushed with desire and longing, her eyes flickering with the lust that brewed within her. "Hold me, Ron, make me feel good all over."
Ron pulled the horny maid of honor into his strong arms and plastered his mouth against hers again. His hands skimmed greedily down her body. He kneaded her supple hips as they rocked, then cupped the tender cheeks of her panty-clad ass. He held her tight, drawing her closer, his prick digging into her.
Carla sucked his invading tongue. Her hands stroked his smooth-shaven face. She combed her fingers through his dark-blond hair, her delicate fingers entwining.
Gasping from the long passionate kiss, she came out of his arms. "Feel my tits, Ron." Anxiously, her fingers worked the tiny clasp in the front, and the pink lace fell away from her mountains of perfectly shaped tits. "You like them big?" she asked devilishly.
He pawed the pliant flesh. "I love them big." The pointed tips of her swollen rosy nipples seared the palms of his hands. His fingertips, slowly sinking, disappeared into the jello-like softness. Her fabulous tits were meaty, ripe, tender.
"Ohhh, Ron," Carla gasped in delight. "You don't know how I've dreamed of this moment." She swayed on her feet, kicked off her high-heeled shoes, stood barefoot in front of him.
Their eyes meeting, Carla slid her hands up her body and clasped his masculine hands that were soothingly massaging her ripe tits. "Sit down," she whispered, and stepped back, bringing Ron with her. She guided him to a chair without relinquishing her hold on his kneading hands.
Ron dropped into the chair, his back straight, Carla's massive tits at eye level.
"Suck them, Ron ... nice and hard. My tits are aching for a mouth." She pried his hands away from her tits and brought them to his face, her hands molding them together, the nipples swollen, aimed at his mouth. "Suck them until I cream my panties."
Ron brushed her hands away, replacing them with his own. He mauled the supple abundant flesh, bringing a rounded nipple to his open mouth. His lips engulfed the rosy end; he sucked. Carla wailed. He sucked again, this time clasping his teeth against the pointed tip. Carla almost collapsed.
She leaned forward against him, her head lolling, her long black hair swishing across her creamy shoulders and bare back. "Chew them up! Ohhh, Ron, I love it!"
Ron slurped noisily. His hands squeezed her plump ripe tits. His mouth chewed the creamy white mountains feverishly. He alternated, first one tit, then the other. Licking and kissing before sucking. He turned her flesh to a flaming red when he chewed. The rosy nipples seemed about ready to explode.
Gasping, Carla pulled back away from his demonic mouth. "Ron, I creamed ... your mouth ... God, you're an expert at sucking tits."
He allowed himself a small grin, his coal-black eyes gleaming. "I'm an expert at a lot of things, Carla." His gaze traveled from her heaving tits to the stretch of panties across her cunt mound. He saw the dark stain of cunt juice.
"I can imagine," she crooned. She dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hands immediately sought out his zipper. "Help me." She was shaking, unable to get under his tuxedo cummerbund. Dropping back on her haunches, she waited the agonizing few seconds that he took to free his cock.
"It'll be my pleasure," Ron groaned, standing. He pulled off his white dinner jacket, laid it over a chair, unsnapped the cummerbund in the back, laid it over the white jacket, and pulled his black pants down.
Carla was gawking at the bulge in his shorts. "I'll do the rest," she moaned excitedly, half out of her skull with hungry passion. She came up to her knees again. Anxious hands caressed his bulging hard-on. "Ooooo, I know this is going to be better than what Sue will get tonight." Carla's fingers delicately squeezed the hard meat of his cock; Ron groaned in pleasure.
Ron stood frozen to the spot, her hands all over his cock and groin blowing his mind. Hearing his daughter's name sounded bizarre, but it didn't rouse him out of his state of passion. Carla's beauty dazed him, and her fingers slipping into the elastic of his shorts made him moan.
Carla tugged his shorts down and gasped at the massive piece of cock staring her in the face. "It's magnificent!" She attacked his long throbbing prick with both hands, caressed his cock tenderly. Soft whimpering sighs of adoration filled the room. "Ohhh, Ron, it's fantastic looking. Denise is lucky as hell to have this stuck into her every night." She slid her fingers up and down his blue-veined cockshaft, thrilling to the power surging through his prick.
For a split second, Ron's state of bemused passion was jarred. Unlike what Carla had said, Denise wasn't getting fucked every night. It was his fault, he knew. Too many excuses. The excitement gone; where, he didn't know. He grinned down at the raven-haired beauty on her knees worshiping his cock. Carla was the same age as Sue, his daughter, and Carla wanted him-a man, who, after nine months, could be a grandfather. It swelled his chest as well as his ego. He forced the grandfather thought from his mind. Christ, he was only thirty-nine!
His fingers entwined in her thick black curls. "Stop telling me how nice it is, Carla, and suck it."
"All right, Ron," Carla sighed, obediently opening her mouth. "I'm dying to taste every hard inch." The reddened bloated head of his cock slipped between her wet lips with ease. Her lips then closed tightly around the ridge below his cockhead. Tongue and saliva swirled around the prickhead and through his pissslot.
"Ugghhnnn, Carla," he groaned, lunging forward suddenly, filling her mouth with most of his prickmeat. His cockhead scraped along the roof of her mouth and jammed her throat. "Carla ... aggghhhh!" He held her head, his fingers gripping her scalp. He fucked her face in a series of hard-hitting thrusts, fucking his cock to the hilt.
Carla sucked in response, her hands flat against his dark-haired groin. She weathered his brutal lunges, gulping on his rock-hard cockshaft, breathing through her nose, her tits billowing with the sudden intake of air.
Ron's body was jerky, uncontrolled as he force-fed his cock to Carla. He fucked all the way and stopped, his cockhead lodged in the cushiony wetness of her gullet.
Carla struggled; her face stuffed with prickmeat was turning a crimson red. She gagged, sputtered, saliva bubbling past her clinging lips. His prickhead had ripped into her throat. She choked, twisted her head, using her teeth, wrenching herself free at last. Gasping and coughing, she leered up at him. Her eyes still possessed the glassy sheen of desire. Her mouth, smeared with red lipstick, curled into a smile. "Save the jabs for my pussy ... okay? I just want to suck your cock for awhile, not eat it alive." As she spoke, her fingers drifted up and down his spit-soaked shaft. "Okay?"
Ron grinned roguishly. "Sorry, I got carried away. It's been awhile since I've been sucked like that."
"Ohhh, God, your wife should be ashamed of herself, letting a cock like this go to waste." She kissed the head of his cock noisily.
Ron didn't mention it was his fault, not Denise's. This wasn't true confessions. Let the girl think what she wanted.
"You relax, and I'll lick and suck you until you're about to cream my mouth, then I'll stick it in my pussy."
Her tongue skimmed the length of his cum swelled hard-on, over the bulbous cockhead and around to the other side. Her fingers, like fluttering wings, gently caressed the stiff skin of his rock-hard prickshaft and his heavy aching balls, laden with churning cum.
She hefted up his balls, weighing them in her hand. "You're going to drown me when you cum in my pussy, I can feel it." She swooned. It wasn't every day the maid of honor got to fuck the father of the bride. Thinking about it made her flesh burn, her fist lazily going up and down his hard shaft.
"C'mon, Carla," Ron groaned impatiently. "They'll begin to miss us soon." His fingers stiffly curled in her hair, stopping her. "Get over on the table. It's time I feed my cock to your pussy."
"Ohhh, Ron, I'm dripping all over. I'm so wet ... and hot." She stumbled over to the table, her legs too weak to support her. "From the front, or back?" she asked.
"Lean over, baby. I'm coming in from the back." He pulled up his pants and shorts, took the few steps that brought him behind Carla, then dropped them again. His prick was at attention-stiff and waiting for the taste of Carla's squishy pussymeat.
"Take my panties off slow ... but not all the way down," she purred. "I like it like that." She was leaning over the table, presenting her ass rapped in pink. She wriggled enticingly. "I've been told my ass is my best feature."
"You've been told wrong. You're gorgeous all over."
"Ohhh, Ron, I just cream hearing that." She wiggled her ass at him. "I'm shivering, I'm so hot."
Ron slipped the panties off her hips. Her ass was definitely prime meat. He stopped the panties at the beginning of her ass crack, doing it slow like she wanted. He wasn't sure how long he could go along with this; he had an overpowering urge to rip them off. Impatiently, he pushed them down below her ass, her pussy also exposed, open for fucking. "Gorgeous!"
"Ohhh, Ron." She parted her legs. Her panties cut into her thighs as she stretched them to the limit. "Stick it in, Ron ... nice and easy. I cream all over when it's done slow."
Ron grabbed the base of his stiff hard-on, stroked his cock through the gooey cuntlips, up and down the drenched slit of her pussy, hearing Carla whimper hysterically.
Carla was creaming his cockhead-sticky fuck sauce adhering to the bulb-shaped prickhead. Her entire body shook with seismic quakes that rattled her passion-sopped brain.
"Ohhhh ... just the head ... just the head put in ... ohhhhh!"
Ron's entry, an agonizing slow tease, was too much for him to endure. His entire body shuddered. "Jesus," he growled through clenched teeth. The head of his cock disappeared inside her furnace cunthole. He somehow managed to restrain himself to keep from lunging and end it all with three violent stabs. He realized, at this moment, it had been too long between fucks.
"Ohhhh, Ron, I'm .creaming your cock. God, I feel your head in meee!" Her fingers were curled into harmless fists. She raised her head to look back at her girlfriend's father. "Push it slow, Ron ... nice and slow." Her tone was soft, gentle, seductive, like the rest of her. She quivered in expectation.
Ron delivered his cock exactly as requested. Inch after hard aching inch, he watched his prick slip inside Carla's hot sexy body, her sobs of joy and the cunt-cream flowing over his cock attacked his senses. Halfway inside her, he stopped, adding some torture of his own. "You want more, you'll have to beg, Carla." He used his hands to open the halves of her ass cheeks and glared at the fantastic view of her ass and his half-buried cock. He began to ease out of her trembling whimpering body and stopped when the head of his prick was between the warm and gooey cuntlips.
"Like it?" he rumbled, testing his own self-restraint to the limit.
"Yessss!" she hissed. Her neck twisted, her eyes finding him. "Yessssss!" She closed her eyes and rolled her hips. The sensuous movement elicited a groan from Ron and a spasm from inside her pussy. She did it again, the spasm stronger, the groan louder.
"Aghhhhhh!" Ron growled, keeping his cock still inside her and torturing Carla into insensibility. He eased into her pussy again, torturously slow.
The young woman was out of her mind, whimpering and drooling. She remained immobile, all her senses pinpointed on the hard cock inside her hot and drippy pussy. Her fists tightened, her eyes wide open in joy. She was waiting for the next delicious stroke of his cock.
Ron eased back out again. "I can do this all night," he gasped, his voice tight, the strain of holding back laced in each word.
Carla couldn't stand it any longer. She rocked her hips, squirmed on the table. "No more! No more torture! Fuck me! Fuck me please!" She had snapped. She pushed back, trying to fuck his elusive cock, but Ron continued to tease. "Fuck meeee!" Her tits jiggled from her erratic movement.
"Beg." His cock fucked her pussy to the hilt, then came dripping out with her buttery ooze. He had given Carla a small taste of what was in store for her. He fucked his cock into her again, but at lightning speed came whipping out. "Beg for it."
Carla was no longer in any condition to do anything but beg. Ron had taken her into the realm of sizzling-hot passion, not to return to earth until she got what she wanted. "Fuck me, Ron. Pleeease! I'm begging! I want your cock." She would have screamed it from the roof, if he had asked her to. "Fuck me, Ron! Fuck me to death! Let me feel it deep. Please ... ohhh God ... pleeeassse...." She began to babble, her words incoherent, her mind blank, nonfunctional, her body uncoordinated.
Ron welcomed it. His self-restraint had worn itself thin, he latched onto her rolling hips, slammed his cock to his balls. He was immersed in the bubbling depths of her pussy, surrounded by her vat of scalding-hot juices and gripping cunt muscles. His head snapped; his body kept lunging, driving, ramming. The muscles of his body tensed, made of the same hard steel that stiffened his cock.
"Aggggghhhh!" Carla squealed in bliss. Her body was at last being rammed with dickmeat. "Oh, don't stop ... don't stop!" She met each of his driving lunges with equal force. "Oh, don't stop!"
CHAPTER TWO
Ron didn't-had no intention to. He was in high gear, pounding her squirming body, fucking her with fast hungry jabs. His prick swelled and stiffened more with each squishy plunge. His eyes dropped to her writhing ass; he was fascinated with the way his cock sliced into her. "Baby! Baby!"
"Ohhhhh ... Ron ... you're getting bigger inside me!" She welcomed his powerful thrusts and didn't have the power to jab back at him. Each time he sliced into her boiling depths, she whimpered like a baby-her cunt stuffed with cock. "Ohhhh ... you're good! Ron, you're fantastic!"
Ron couldn't hear her ranting cries, with his hips lunging, his cock slamming, his groin whacking. His eyes and mind were centered on the gooey cuntlips and his cock fucking into her body from behind. He followed the flare of her hips with his lust-filled eyes, gazed at her floundering body, half off the table, looked at her red contorting face when she tried looking back at him in the midst of a lunge.
He picked up the hungry pace and slammed hard. A lewd grin was frozen on his face; she screamed from the horrendous lunge. She was only eighteen. It blew his mind. He slammed hard again; she screamed again. "Getting ready, baby," he groaned, his voice tight, the words clipped. "Gonna fill your pussy good."
"Oh, God. I want every fuckin' drop of it!" Her knees weakened, and she gripped the sides of the table. Her tits were crushed into the flat rough surface of the old antique. The billowing flesh of her tits ached, hurt, the nipples painfully sore, the skin surrounding them red with brush burns.
A hard dynamic thrust smashed Carla's body into the table, ground her purplish-red clit into the edge. "Ayyiee!" she squealed on impact.
She was hurling headlong into bliss. Her pussy bubbled out with sticky cum. "I'm cumming!" The sticky goo coated Ron's fucking cock and more followed. Her eyes fluttered continually, her vision obscured. She was soaring in rapture, her body jerking wildly against the table. Her head snapped around and dropped with a thud. There was no more strength to hold her head erect, only enough to keep her legs from giving out.
Ron's groin collided with her ass. His cock felt as if it were caught in a stormy vise of clenching fingers that were slippery and wet, but still trying to grab him. He growled, his passion rising. He fucked furiously. He felt the wrath of her tight gripping pussy, and his prick blasted.
"Oooooh ... Ronnn! I feel your cum!" She bludgeoned the table with fists, unable to control her runaway passion. His squirting jizz catapulted her higher into her orgasm-the dizzy heights of ecstasy. "Fuck! Oh! Fuck! You're good! Oh, God!"
Ron fucked her with a vengeance. Hard relentless stabs. Deep pulsing squirts.
Carla began to battle him with all the passion she possessed. His spouting cock had renewed her strength, but she was incapable of keeping it up. Her knees buckled quickly, her body being held in place by the sheer strength and power of Ron's jabbing body.
Ron flooded her cunt, blasting a fountain of cum into the eighteen-year-old sexpot. In return, Carla's pussy oozed cream in gushing amounts.
Each horrendous slam of Ron's body mashed Carla's clit into the table. Carla's eyes floated up into her dazed head. It was bliss. Heaven. Hell. She didn't know which. Her body was swirling in endless space; the room was spinning. "I'm ... ooooh ... cumming!" Her eyes kept rolling; her hips jerked back at Ron; her pussy overflowed with her cum and his jism.
Ron's cock cut through her cushiony wetness, greased by the slick juice of her orgasming cunthole. His fingers clamped onto her rocking hips. His groin was fused, then split apart from her ass. His almost-empty balls whacked her sticky quivering thigh flesh, banging like small steel weights. His powerful thrusts crushed the trembling body-his daughter's best friend-into the table. Her screams of ecstasy echoed in his brain. His cock, crammed to the hilt, spewed. When he withdrew from the clinging puffy folds of her cunt, the mixture of both their cum overflowed and oozed down the back of her thighs.
He came ramming back.
Spittle drooled from her panting open mouth. Air escaped in ragged pockets of whooshed out breaths. Ron's slamming stabs had knocked the wind out of her and mangled her raw clit. Hot flashes of pleasure whipped through her entire wrenching body. She ground her hips back at Ron, taking his cock in great delicious gulps. In the back of her passion-sopped brain, she sensed his thrusting jabs were abating. She gasped, skittering down the dizzy heights of her orgasm. Grunting and breathless, she was sated like never before.
Ron's body slowed to a halt. His cock was still crammed inside the whimpering girl sprawled over the old table. A pulsing aftermath of contractions against his shrinking shaft took the last of his cum. "Jesus Christ!" His cock popped out of her delicious pussy. "You're dynamite!" He staggered back to the chair and fell into it.
Carla melted to the floor, a liquid movement. Her pink panties were around her knees when her ass met the floor. She looked up and gave Ron a dreamy smile. Her face was still flushed. Her eyes still sparkled. "I can be dynamite anytime you want, Ron," she cooed hopefully, letting him know it wasn't a one shot affair. "I'll always be available to you."
She crawled over to him. "I better lick you clean. You don't want to stain your shorts, do you? Denise might think you creamed your underwear during the wedding." She giggled and began bathing his prick in spit.
"Mmmmmmm," Ron groaned, contented, happy. He never expected to be between Carla's legs again, but it was a memory he wouldn't forget. Special events did things to people sometimes: it had made him daring; Carla, bold and wanton. It wouldn't happen again.
* * *
"Where have you been?" Denise asked her husband, doing her best to keep the hate out of her voice. Her arm hooked through Ron's. "I've been looking all over for you."
He grinned sheepishly. "The bathroom." He deftly avoided her eyes.
"C'mon, the photographer wants pictures of us and Sue. We've all been waiting." She led Ron through the crowd of friends and relatives. Denise's anger was safely under control; she wasn't going to let anything upset the wedding. Plenty of time to get even, she thought as they joined Sue and her new husband, Paul.
"How's my baby?" Ron asked, hugging his daughter with affection. He caught a glimpse of Carla in the crowd, and, for a second, what he had done bothered him.
The look on her husband's face in the new direction his eyes had wandered was not lost on Denise. She steeped in hatred. Her love for Sue was the only thing keeping her from slapping her husband's face and scratching Carla's eyes out.
CHAPTER THREE
Monday. Denise was ready to put her revenge into play. Sunday had been quiet. Sue had left with Paul late Saturday night for their honeymoon. Ron had spent most of Sunday in bed, nursing a hangover. Denise had plenty of time to plan her revenge. It was simple. The health spa. She had been going there to keep trim and to please Ron. She would use it now to her advantage; pluck her ounce of revenge from it. The night course at the small local college would also play an important part in her plan. Learn bookkeeping, Ron had told her, you'll be able to help me with the books in the office. She would use this also to her advantage-an intricately woven pattern of classic revenge. If Denise had learned anything from Ron, it was, if you were going to do something, do it right.
Denise pushed open the doors of the health spa and stepped into the artificial coolness. She took a deep breath. She felt exhilarated. Monday was both mens and ladies day, a thought that had Denise's finely sculptured face in smiles, hot secretive smiles of sweet revenge. One of the male exercise instructors ' would be perfect.
She sailed through the lobby on her way to the lockers, her hand clutching a small box, not yet out of its wrapping. Inside the locker room at her usual place, she slipped out of her clothes. Goose bumps dotted her skin as she slipped on one of the most legally obscene swimsuits she had ever seen. On the beach, she might have been locked up for wearing it. Here, at the spa, a lot of eyebrow raising and some approving smiles from the men, and a few smirks from some of the women. She couldn't wait until one of the male instructors saw her.
She glided over to the full-length mirror on a cloud of nervous excitement. She swallowed back her panic when she looked at herself. "God," she whispered under her breath. "It covers less than I thought."
The mint-green one-piece swimsuit was cut high on the thighs, a thin piece of shiny green covered her cunt mound and partially hid the cheeks of her perfectly shaped ass. She was glad she kept her cunt hair trimmed. The bathing suit was held together by thin tiny crisscrossing straps. Pieces of the shiny green barely held her tits and hardly concealed her rosy nipples. The rest of her was bare creamy flesh. It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.
"Hold onto your cocks, gentlemen," Denise giggled. She turned on her heel, strutted to her locker. She was in the process of closing her locker when Carol strolled in.
"Hi, Denise," Carol said.
Denise turned. "Hi. Here for a little exercise?"
Carol nodded, placed her hands on her midriff. "I have to work off all that wedding cake and booze I consumed at your daughter's wedding."
Denise laughed with her friend, her doe-like eyes hiding the hurt Sue's wedding brought to mind. It made her mad as a hornet to think of the wedding as a thing of mixed pain and delight, and she was more determined than ever to get even with her cheating husband.
"What about that thing you're almost wearing? Today's men's day at the pool. You're going to get a lot of men itching between their legs seeing you in that."
Denise smiled. "It is a little skimpy, huh?" Carol's reaction was just what Denise needed. "I think I'll go out by the pool and raise some hard-ons."
Carol's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Denise!" The petite woman broke into laughter-a small cheerful sound to go with the cheerful face.
Denise waved on her way to the lip of the pool. Her heart beat in her throat when she scanned the men in the room. There weren't many, and from the looks of them, they didn't appear likely candidates for what she had in mind.
She walked around the pool toward the whirlpool, feeling awkward in what the store called a bathing suit, but her sexy stride didn't show it. She lowered herself into the swirling warm water, crossing her fingers in hopes that an instructor would turn up this morning. On ladies day at the spa, she wouldn't have bothered to wear a swimsuit, but today, with the men there, it was a rule, even though what she was wearing was more erotic than walking around completely naked. Some of the old men, she noticed, had appreciated it.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, the whirling water enveloping her in its cocoon of warmth. It felt good, relaxing.
"You mind if I join you?" a deep bass voice asked.
Jarred from her thoughts by the sexy voice, Denise turned her head, placing the familiar voice where it belonged-with her neighbor, Elliot, from across the street.
Denise flashed her hottest smile. "Not at all. The water's very relaxing." Kismet, Denise told herself. She began to tingle again.
"Sounds good. I need a little relaxing," his smooth voice said. Elliot eased himself into the churning water, catching Denise's eyes leveling with his bulging crotch. He grinned; Denise was one beautiful woman. His mind hazarded a thought that she might want to play around, now that her only daughter was married. It wouldn't be the first time a lady strayed after the children were grown and gone.
"Saturday, you looked as ravishing as your daughter," Elliot said, holding her eyes with his own. Was that passion he saw lurking in those dazzling brown eyes? "You look a lot better today though."
Denise watched his gaze taking in what she was displaying. "Why thank you, Elliot. I never knew you noticed what your neighbors wear."
"I do when Kate isn't around." His eyes lowered to her barely covered tits.
"How come you're not at work?" Denise asked, loving the attention.
"Vacation. Thought I'd come down and ogle the women."
"I'm glad you did," Denise said boldly. "I was getting tired of looking at the men that showed up this morning. They're all senior citizens. I guess the hunks have to work during the week." She winked. "You're the best looking hunk of male flesh in the place. You ought to do all right today; there are a lot of horny housewives here."
"You one of them?" Elliot ventured.
She shrugged. "I might be." She was leaning against the wall, trembling. The flirting was turning her on. She was glad she didn't have to stand on her own two feet.
"Sounds promising to me." He moved slowly through the water, inching his way until their bodies touched. "How come you're not at work?"
"I thought I'd take the day off and treat myself to a few luxuries." She enjoyed his closeness.
"I hope I'm one of those luxuries," he said, his hand under the water, touching her. "I don't think Kate would approve," Denise teased. She was on fire and knew, if she wasn't in the water, she would have turned into a human torch. His hand feeling her thigh was tantalizing, wonderful.
"I know Ron wouldn't, but I can keep a secret, as well as you." His hand shifted to a cheek of her ass. He squeezed it. "We could have a ball together this morning."
"Ooooo," Denise giggled, darting away from his grabbing hand. "I don't know," she purred demurely.
Elliot moved in front of her, blocking her from being seen by the scattered few men in the swimming pool. His large muscular frame dwarfed her fine-boned body. He put his hands on the green material that covered her nipples, the tips of his fingers touching bare flesh, their eyes meeting. "You know you want it, Denise. The way you strutted in here and what you're wearing is an open invitation. You did everything but wear a sign saying cock needed."
Denise giggled, not really believing that Elliot, a good friend, who she knew as well as anyone, would be this forward. It boggled her mind. She reached under the water, gave his bulging hunk of meat a squeeze. "You think you can handle an errant housewife on the make?" Touching his hard cock, even through his trunks, sent a charge of electricity up her arm. She released it as if she had seared her hand on a hot iron.
"I'm willing to hazard a chance," Elliot said. "I know just the place, too."
"Maybe you've done this with other housewives," she cooed, melting against his hands squeezing and fondling her tits.
"Maybe."
She smiled. "I like that; a man who doesn't brag. Does this trait carry through when you're hanging around the lockers with the other men?"
"I'm a clam." He squeezed. "I'm also burning up. Just follow me, but not too close. There are a lot of people who aren't clams." He winked.
"I know." Denise remembered the two bitchy women she had overheard at the reception. "I'll wait here a minute and follow your trail." She sat back, letting the swirling warm water relax her. She was tight, tense, a little fearful of taking her first plunge into adultery. The memory of Carla and Ron suddenly flashed through her mind and reinforced what she came here for. She wasn't going to quit now.
Elliot was perfect, and she was, she had to admit, just a little curious about how Elliot would make love. Ron had been the only one to ever get between her long sexy legs.
"And that," she said aloud, climbing out of the whirlpool, "is about to end." She giggled, padding in the direction Elliot had taken, following his drips of water his feet had left behind.
She stepped through the swinging doors, the pool behind her. She glanced down the long hallway. A few doors led off to the left and right. He must be behind one of those doors, she told herself. The wet trail Elliot had left behind was clearly down this corridor, but she couldn't tell which door he was behind.
Wet and barefooted, Denise walked down the corridor, her footprints dripping in her wake. She pushed open one door. An empty room for storage. She quickly opened the next door, anxious to find Elliot before she had second thoughts. A linen closet. She closed it carefully and frowned.
The door at the far end of the hall opened. "Denise."
She looked up, her face brightening. "There you are," she whispered back. "I thought I was going to have to check every door in the place." She slipped past him, entering the room, brushing her tits by his bare chest.
Elliot locked the door from the inside. "No sweat here. In the morning, they never use this room." Denise's tight ass wrapped in mint green greeted him when he turned around. Half of her creamy white ass cheeks were exposed to his horny gaze while she looked around the room. He shook his head, marveling at her beauty and at his own ineptitude for taking this long to seduce her.
Denise's eyes wandered through the exercise room, with weights, machines, mirrors and mats-all the things to tone the masculine body. The area sparkled from all the shiny chrome and mirrors that crowded the room. She caught Elliot leering at her ass as she looked at one of the walled mirrors. She felt daring, frightened.
Denise decided to play up to him and bent over, holding the erotic pose. "Like?"
"Ummmmhummmm," he hummed in approval. "Looks good enough to eat."
She straightened up. "You like my new swimsuit? I bought it this morning."
"It doesn't hide much."
"Enough." Denise felt his eyes all over her as she walked toward him, her hips swinging, her tits bouncing, the nipples straining against the material for its freedom. "I never figured you'd cheat on Kate," she said, going into his arms.
"Kate and I have an understanding. She has her fun; I have mine. It keeps us together."
Denise's eyebrows arched. She had never suspected it of either of them. Kate was such a quiet person. "I would think it would do the opposite."
"We don't talk about it."
For a second, Denise's stomach turned sour. Will Ron and I have an understanding, she asked herself.
Elliot's hands dropped to the soft silky contour of her hips. "I know why you're here with me." His words were soft, gentle.
"Why-is that, Elliot?" Her heart skipped.
"Ron. He's fooling around. I can see the signs." Elliot's large hands moved up her trembling body, captured her slim waist.
"Anything specific?" She wondered if he knew about the wedding reception, and if he did, how many others would know too?
"Just intangible signs. The big one-you're here-you must have caught him, and now you want to get even." He smiled, his hands coming up her body to her smooth soft shoulders.
"Does it bother you?" she asked. She was enjoying the way he was using his hands. Soothing. Arousing.
"Not at all," Elliot replied, feeling her body weaken. "You're the sexiest woman on the block. I've had my eye on you for a long time."
Denise was stroking his back, fingertips drawing down his hard sinewy muscles. "It's nice to know someone appreciates me."
Elliot's fingers held the thin straps at her shoulders. He eased them down. Elliot stepped back an inch and observed what he had done. The straps were halfway down her arms; the material that had covered her nipples had fallen away from her bloated tits. "You're exquisite," he rasped. Her white creamy tits were full of choice meat.
"Kiss them, Elliot." Her hands went under her tits, lifting an aching nipple toward his face. Her knees were knocking. Revenge was on its way to being completed. There was no turning back.
Elliot lowered his head, kissed each large nipple. He brought her back into his arms. Lips locking, he kissed her, his tongue entering the suction of her eager mouth.
Denise melted. Her tits were crushed into his bare chest. Her belly was smack up against his hard-on. Locked in his passionate embrace, her arms curled around his neck. She ran her fingers delicately through his thick head of hair. Like a playful kitten, she scratched his scalp, her fingers digging, grabbing his thick black hair. Passion mounted.
She sucked his tongue, murmuring and moaning, relaying to him she loved the way he was kissing her. Her fingers wandered down his back, into his bathing suit. "Ohhh, Christ, Elliot," she gasped, when they broke the kiss and had to come up for air. "I'm hot, nervous ... God, I'm shaking inside."
"First time," he soothed. "You'll get over it. It's almost the same as virginity." His large hands skimmed up her curvaceous body, cupped the pulpy meat of her bare tits, one in each hand. "Except it's better ... no cherry, no pain ... only pleasure. Relax ... trust me."
Denise was numb. His voice was so soothing and warm; it aroused her more. She nodded. She looked briefly down at her tits and at Elliot's hands massaging them. It was strange, excitingly strange to see someone's hands other than Ron's feeling the softness of her tits.
"I like what you're doing, Elliot. Feels good." She rocked where she stood. Apprehension evaporated with each squeeze of her neighbor's expert fingers. "I'm creaming, just standing here." His plying fingers were making her limp, ready, willing. Besides getting her revenge, she was going for another bonus, to satisfy a lust of her own that Ron had been too busy to satisfy.
Elliot dropped to his knees. His mouth came down her body as he lowered himself. His tongue swirled inside her bellybutton for a lingering moment. Fingers hooked into her green swimsuit at the crotch, he eased it aside, baring a neat triangle of earth-brown pussy hair.
Denise swayed. "Ohhh, Christ, Elliot! You're driving me wild!" She glanced back over her shoulder, saw her half-naked body and an ass cheek that Elliot had bared. "Ohhh, shit, let me watch. Turn me around."
Elliot turned her, his hands kneading, his mouth chewing while she moved and faced the mirror on the opposite wall. He chewed the ass cheek that had slipped out of the green bathing suit, nipping the firm meat. Her ass cheeks clenched together in response. He nipped underneath the cheek, watching the flicking muscles.
Awed and flooded with unsatisfied lust, Denise gave the mirror her rapt attention, enjoying her reflection. She shivered in bliss from Elliot's careful ass nibbling and quaked when she spotted him in the mirror alongside her. His mouth seemed to be everywhere at once.
"Elliot, you are fantastic! First your hands ... now your mouth!" She swooned under his deliberate attack of sensual delight. It had been years since Ron devoted himself to enjoying her like Elliot was doing. Having it thrust on her so quickly made her realize how much she and Ron had changed sexually over the years.
"Wait until you see what my cock can do," Elliot groaned between bites of her succulent flesh.
"Ohhhh...." Her knees almost gave out at the thought. "When? When?" she demanded.
"You'll see." He jabbed three fingers into Denise's pussy.
"Ohhhh!" Her passion rose to new heights. She could see and feel his fingers swirling over and in her cunt. She didn't know what to do first. Get out of her swimsuit, or stand frozen to the spot like she was now. Her brown eyes were fastened on the mirror in front of her, seeing Elliot's fingers playing around her cunt mound, then occasionally dip inside the pool of cream. She was panting; she didn't know whether she could stand up any longer.
"Let me get this thing off me," Denise said between short breaths. When Elliot eased up on his hold on her, she precariously stepped out of the green material and straps that formed her bathing suit.
She looked at the mirror before turning around, becoming fascinated with her naked body and Elliot on the floor, his fingers jammed inside her drooling pussy, his mouth destroying the cheeks of her ass with exotic bites.
Denise turned; Elliot feasted on her flesh.
Sucking, chewing, he remained where he was, allowing her to go where she wanted. His fingers gouged at the cushiony walls of her cunt that was now level with his mouth. He delved inside the spongy softness, felt it give, accept. Wet. Resilient. Alive. Pulsing. Her pussy clung to his fingers.
He chewed on her belly now, his hand switching. Dry fingers took the place of sticky ones.
Denise, insane with an incurable lust, stroked her fingers through his hair. The only thing that could save her was a stiff cock. Her hips rocking, she watched him on his knees in front of her, licking her belly. His tongue was warming and thrilling at the same time. His torturing fingers were driving her mad. "I ... can't stand up, Elliot. Ohhh, shit, I'm ... gonna fall." She rocked with passionate madness.
"Easy, neighbor." Elliot held her; she melted to the floor with one continuous fluid motion. He watched her writhe on the floor as if in the midst of a passionate dance. Tits, soft and silky, floundered on her chest. Legs spread in an open invitation for a cock.
"Fuck me, Elliot." Her words were barely heard when they passed her lips.
He went to her, leered desirously into her beautiful face. "When you've done a little work of your own with your mouth. He straddled her at her tits, his stiff cock at her lips. "Eat it, Denise. See if it tastes any different. Then, I'll fuck you."
She glared longingly at his long hard cock pointing to her moist lips. She saw his heavy balls hanging between his spread thighs. She swallowed in a brief moment of panic. Up until this moment, it had only been Ron, never anyone else. Panic took root in her churning stomach; a lump clogged her throat. Passion, induced by Elliot's fingers and hungry mouth, kept her in a dazed stupor. Her mind conjured up an image of Ron with Carla. It was time for her to get even.
Denise's eyes wandered up to her neighbor's face. "I'm as hungry as you are." A sizzling smile curled her soft lips. Passion had won.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Prove it," he groaned. He skimmed the bulbous head of his cock along her chin. "Slip it between your beautiful lips. I'm dying to see how good you are."
"Ron never complained," she purred, passing her wet pink tongue over her mouth. Her hands cradled his boner and nuts. Her head came up from the floor, her mouth open. With one intense gulp, her first strange cock slipped into her mouth.
Elliot watched her shyly suck on his cock. He held it by the base, the head of his prick scraping the back of her palate. With his hips eased forward, he let go of his cock, letting her take the lead.
Denise caressed his balls. Her tongue twisted around the large cockhead when Elliot leaned back slowly. She swept her wet tongue along the sensitive underside, through his piss-slot. A moaning sound filled her passion-dulled brain. They were sexual moans coming from a man other than Ron. Mixed feelings stirred in her head, both terrible and exciting.
Elliot reached down, weaved his fingers through her wild mass of earth-brown hair, watching her feed on the hard meat of his cock.
"Ummmmm," Elliot groaned heatedly. "Ron's a lucky man. Your mouth is wild. Something to get hard about." Elliot was rocking faster, his hips beginning to push his cock toward the back of her throat. Finding it hard to hold her head and fuck at the same time, he let go her head, stretched forward, gagging her for a brief second as he grabbed a small pillow and stuffed it under her head. "Ahhhhh, that's better." His cock entered her mouth with slippery ease.
With her head propped, she was better able to work her magic on his rigid beamed cock.
She relaxed, sucked his cock with increasing fervor, her tongue slapping like a wet whip. Her mouth sucked, then her tongue licked.
He devoted himself to plunging his cock to the root. Hard swift thrusts. His balls whacked her chin. "Un! Un!" Her teeth, her tongue, her fingers gripping his slippery hard cockshaft all blended into one mind-staggering sensation.
Denise's cheeks drew in, her suction powerful, her saliva like liquid fire. She tried to suck his cum, prematurely, up through his long prickshaft and failed, but she felt him swell in her mouth. She was excited, her empty pussy pulsing to be filled. She didn't come here to suck, she came to be fucked.
Gasping, she managed to ease her drooling mouth off his raging hard-on when he pulled back. Spit dribbled from the tip of his purplish-veined cock down to his hairy balls. "Fuck me, Elliot, now!" Her hips squirmed; her pussy humped; her ass hammered the carpeted floor. "Now, Elliot, I can't wait!"
A wide grin cracked his face, followed by determined passion. "If your mouth is as good as your pussy, it's going to be a helluva fuck." Lifting himself off her, he dragged his spit-stained cock down through the dark valley of tits, grazing her flat belly to her patch of curly brown cunt hair. His cock slipped down between her opened legs when he moved into position. "Here it comes, Denise. Every fucking inch." He coiled for the thrust.
Denise, half out of her mind, rolled. "No," she gasped. "From the back! From the back!" Her legs came out from under him, and she propped herself on hands and knees, shaking her ass, sensing, but not knowing for sure, that this was the way Ron had fucked that bitch, Carla.
"Anyway you want ... you got it!" He moved behind her. This time, his cock aimed for her ass, swinging like a bat between his legs. He rubbed the cheeks of her exposed ass, vulnerable to attack. "You want your asshole fucked?" A finger traced the deep crack that split the twin cheeks apart.
"No," she moaned. "My pussy, my pussy! Hurry, Elliot! I'm going crazy!"
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" he asked, eyeing the wrinkled pink opening with relish.
"Once. Now please stick it in ... my pussy ... hurry!"
His cock at her puffy red cunt, he jammed into her body with a fierce lunge, no taunting, no teasing, just filling her deep. He held his cock there, riding the storm his hard lunge had created. Her pussy muscles were reacting to his cock. Clutching him. Grabbing greedily.
She almost collapsed from the savage thrust. It was wonderful. Her ass rocked. Her pussy clung to his hard cock, massaging it and oiling it in warm creamy fluid. Her arms, stiff and shaking, managed to keep her up. Her tits hung from her body, swayed as she trembled in ecstasy. Loud gasps escaped from her mouth.
Elliot eased his stiff bloated prick out until it popped, coated with a greasy film of buttery cunt-cream. He parted the cheeks of her ass, leered at the tiny wrinkled opening that begged to be fucked. "Feel this," he said hoarsely. His cock was pressed against the tight muscled-ring of her ass. The head of his cock stretched the hole, then disappeared inside. She was hot and gripping tight.
The warm clinging pussy juice greased his way into her clenching ass. The ass muscles reacted-a holocaust of gripping muscles seized his cock.
"Ohhhhh! Noooo!" She bucked in anguish, trying to throw her rider. "Out! Take it out!"
"Easy now," he soothed, as if he were trying to calm a wild horse, caressing the rotating jerking hips he was holding. "Easy! It won't hurt, if you relax!"
"Relax?" She bit her lip against the burning pain. "I told you, my pussy." The initial shock had vanished; it was beginning to feel pleasant. It had been a few years since Ron had explored her asshole.
"Yeah, but you gave me your ass, remember? Just ride me out,. Denise, you'll love it." He sensed her body accepting him; her ass muscles warmly enveloped his rockhard prickshaft.
"You bastard," she moaned playfully. "I didn't know you were so damn greedy."
"I take everything that comes my way," he groaned back, easing out of her ass. He could feel her trying to grab him back. He left the head of his cock inside her wrinkled hole that was now wet with her own pussy juice; her ass had squeezed it off his cock. "Ready for more?"
She tensed. She didn't know what to expect next. "Uh huh." On her hands and knees, she waited. "Elliot-"
He cut off her sentence with a stab of his prick. His cock was lodged inside the narrow channel of her ass again. His groin made a cracking sound when it slapped into her ass flesh. In the next breath, he pulled out, then sank the entire length of his bloated cock into her pussy, greasing himself again for her asshole. Her cunt was a pulsing vat of juices. Buried between her cuntlips, he stopped to enjoy her whimpering helpless sobs and the trembling pulsations of her cunt muscles.
"Oh, Elliot!" She pushed back, her ass meeting his groin, and squiggled her hips. "Oh, fuck me. No more teasing, please." She rocked back and forth, fucking herself on his stiff hunk of cockmeat. "Fuck me."
"Enjoying yourself?" he groaned. "I am. You're a helluva fuck, like I expected. A nice hot fuck." Without warning, he fucked at blinding speed into her pussy. Her cunt juices spilled over his fucking cock, forming a thick coating of hot slick pussy-cream.
Denise slipped into ecstasy. His cock stretched her cunt as he delved inside. Cunt juice bubbled out. She worked in silence, ramming her hips back, her cuntlips sliding over the hard greased cockshaft. She whimpered loudly. "Oh, Elliot! It feels so good!" She came slamming back, meeting him halfway, her cunt fucked to the hilt.
His fingers held her hips still, stopping her, his groin up against her ass. He opened her ass cheeks with his thumbs, still holding her steady. His eyes surveyed the pinkish-tan tiny asshole, while his cock was being treated to a pussy massage.
With deadly accuracy, his cock slipped from her pussy to her asshole. His mind reeled; his body became a solid mass of flesh-both induced by passionate lust. He rammed her ass like he did her pussy.
"Oh no! Elliot! Elliot!" Denise's elbows buckled under. She went crashing to the mat, her cheek flush against the vinyl mat, her ass up in the air for Elliot to plunder.
"Fantastic!" Elliot moaned in utter delight, piercing her asshole in a violent barrage of slamming thrusts. His balls slapped against her, the action sending sharp pangs from his nuts up through his long cock. "Fantastic!"
She gurgled, as if to answer, spit trapped in her throat.
Elliot caressed the soft creamy flesh of her ass and hips as he crammed his cock to the root. "Unnnn! You're a great fuck, neighbor. Shouldn't have waited so long to take you." He pulled her back up on her hands, reached underneath her, mauled the pliant meat of her sensitive tits.
Denise almost toppled to the mat again. His cock whipping in and out of her ass, his flexing fingers on her swelled tits were holding her captive, at his mercy. She was unable to move. She struggled. "My pussy ... fuck my pussy!"
Elliot released her tits, and she gave out again. She thudded against the padded mat head first. "Elliot! Fuck my pussy!"
He did not obey. He twisted his hips, making his cockhead whip into her ass from a new angle. Her growing excitement was evident in her high-pitched wails, and he smiled victoriously.
Denise's eyes filmed over with a passionate mist. She saw the room through blurred vision. She reached between her own legs, fingered her clit-stiff with blood, purple, erect. Whirling in dizziness, she experienced heavenly sensations. Her body twitching, she swirled a finger around her cunt and over the tiny button gorged with blood. Sadistically, she squeezed her clit, and a shivery sigh escaped her mouth.
Elliot marveled at her lust. Her racking sobs of pleasure filled him with energy. He leered at her flared hips, slim narrow waist, long slender back, her long brown hair sprayed out over her scarlet face and the vinyl mat. He slammed, stretching her ass with cock; her body jerked.
Agonizingly slow, Elliot withdrew his long cock from the tight confines of her asshole. It popped out. He groaned; Denise twitched, still fingering her clit. He let his cock lay against the tiny asshole, waiting for her to beg him for more.
"Elliot! You bastard!" With her body empty, fingering her clit wasn't the same. She rocked on her knees and desperately hauled herself back up on her hands. Her head turned, her hot fiery eyes leering back at him, her face screwed up in a lustful expression.
"Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me!"
Hearing Denise beg made his cunt-greased cock throb. "Again, Denise. Tell me again."
"Fuck me! Please fuck me! I need your cock! I don't care which hole!" She went off the deep end, squirming, begging for his cock. For too many nights, Ron had gone to sleep, leaving her to stare up at the ceiling in frustration. Elliot's tormenting had snapped her mind. Her overloaded nervous system exploded.
Elliot was still in control. He wedged his cockhead between the folds of her drooling wet pussy. A sigh of relief greeted him, and he eased half his prick into her body. The stormy contractions of her spongy cunt muscles were tremendous, tentacles of heat feeling and grasping. He skewered her cunt slowly, his cockhead stroking the deep end of her cunt.
"Uhhhh!" Denise moaned dully. His slicing cock gave her what she craved. "Ohhhh, yeahhhh!" She adjusted her movements to him, rocking, feeling every inch of his cock as it squished in and out of her cunt. All her senses were keyed on her pussy and the cock that was invading its most deepest part. Her spongy walls were so sensitive, it was as if she could feel the veins of his cockshaft.
"Faster! Faster!" she ranted in a highpitched squeal. She was unable to survive the slow teasing. "Faster! Please!"
The tantalizingly slow pace had finally eaten away Elliot's self control. This time he obeyed her commands. He rammed her hard and fast-a fierce pace. His cock pounded her body like a jackhammer. "Aghhhh!" he roared. At breathtaking speed, his body smashed into hers.
Her body absorbed the tremendous impact. She was floating in heaven, joyous heaven. She felt herself being carried quickly to the summit. The pleasure that awaited her there greeted her with open arms. "Oh God, Elliot! I'm going to cum! Oh God!" She teetered at the glorious summit, seconds away from soaring into bliss.
Elliot roared, smashed his groin into her, plunging his cock deep inside her clutching pussy. "God, you're hot, Denise." The bottom half of his body jerked as he slammed with all his strength, over and over again.
Denise's eyelids fluttered rapidly. Her face flooded red. Her brown eyes widened. "I'm cumming, Elliot!" A violent outburst of orgasms attacked her, and she went soaring into ecstasy. Her cunt tried to hold Elliot's cock captive. She was enveloped in total bliss.
An instant after Denise exploded, Elliot followed. His rupturing prick unleashed viscous cum into her bubbling hot pussy. His hips moved faster. His squirting cock flooded the depths of her pussy quickly.
"Unnnggg!" Denise groaned, "Your cock ... so hard!" She clawed higher into rapture. His hot cum acted as the catalyst. "More! More! Yeahhh!" Her pussy overflowed with cum. The mixture of the cream of her orgasm and his gooey load ran down the back of her thighs, onto his slapping balls that swung heavily back and forth.
The cords of his neck tightened, stretched. Every ounce of his muscular frame worked strenuously to pound his naked neighbor into insensibility and keep her there. He jammed. His hands mauled her. His balls ached. His prick throbbed with a new load of cum.
They beat each other with their bodies. Elliot slammed; Denise jerked back, holding on, absorbing the blows. Her ass moved in tight circles, her cunt muscles gripping him into oblivion. He pounded harder.
She groaned, her arms finally giving out. She slumped over to the mat, her shoulders pinned, her face sideways against the cold vinyl. She emitted garbled cries of incoherence. Her ass was perched high for Elliot's use. His banging body held her up.
Elliot flooded her cunt with gobs of gooey white. His eyes were glazed with passion fever. He frantically pounded, nearing the finish. As he fucked her with the last of his waning strength, he couldn't tell if Denise was jerking from his blows, or from her racking spasms.
His jets of cum dwindled to a thin pulsing trickle. He smiled faintly at the cunt he was fucking-his neighbor's-the sweet and sexy Denise. His prick spewed the last of his cum. He couldn't pump anymore; he fell forward against Denise. "Unnnnn," he moaned, the weight of his spent body crushing Denise beneath him as her legs gave out.
Denise gasped, sandwiched between Elliot and the padded exercise mat. She wriggled, feeling his shrinking cock slowly slip out of her drenched cunt. "God."
Elliot rolled off. "You're a fantastic fuck, Denise. Fantastic!" He pulled himself up, slipped on his swim trunks. "How about a dip in the pool to cool off?"
"Mmmmm, sounds great." She picked up her swimsuit. It was a strain. Her aching muscles creaked with every move she made. "I hope I can stay afloat."
He gave her tits a playful squeeze. "You will with these." When they were both back in their bathing suits, Elliot walked to the door, unlocked it, and the two of them stepped back into the narrow corridor. It was deserted. "C'mon." Elliot escorted her back to the pool for a refreshing swim, grateful for the morning's diversion.
* * *
"It's about time," Ron groaned annoyingly at Denise when she returned to the office. "You've been gone all damn morning."
Denise winked, her mouth curling into a hateful smile. "I needed the exercise." She went behind the counter, checked the morning's workload, nurturing a dull anger. "You haven't been busy."
"I got to leave and make some repairs."
"Go ahead, I'm not stopping you," Denise said. Venom dripped from every syllable.
Ron grumbled under his breath, headed for the workshop in the rear.
Denise sat at her small desk, contented, sated, but only for the moment. Tonight promised another adventure.
CHAPTER FIVE
Denise sat in a front row seat of the classroom, staring intently at the instructor ending his lecture, her slender legs crossed, the long curve on display. She was tingling. Today's excursion into the forbidden world of adultery had been extremely gratifying, in more ways than one. Revenge had been sweeter than expected. She looked at Frank Trent, standing stiffly in front of the blackboard, with more than a casual interest.
She gave him a hot sizzling smile during his summation of the double entry system while her soft brown eyes conveyed the passion she felt. She saw him blush, glance down at the opened book on his desk, stammering over his next few words. She stifled a giggle. This was definitely going to be a fun night.
Frank Trent, bookkeeping instructor at her local college, was the complete opposite of Elliot. Frank was shy, extremely good looking, and had a shock of brown hair that was always untidy, and his glasses constantly slipped down the bridge of his nose when he happened to be glancing down. Denise intended to learn a lot more than double entries tonight. She hoped Frank would learn a few new twists too.
Frank concluded his lecture with relief and dismissed the night class, after rambling off next week's assignment. He sought the safety of his chair behind the giant desk as his students, mostly older than him, filed out of the classroom.
Denise remained seated. She was waiting for everyone to leave. When it was just her and Frank Trent, she eased her summer skirt higher, cleared her throat to get the instructor's attention.
She was successful; Frank glanced up, pushed back his glasses, and saw, for the first time, Denise's bare thigh flesh squeezed together by her crossed legs. It caught him in the gut like a slamming fist. He dragged his eyes up to her beautiful smiling face.
"Can I help you with anything, Mrs. Walters?" There had always been an aura about Denise Walters, a sexual aura, and tonight it was tremendous.
Denise leaned forward, getting up from her seat, making sure Frank got a good look down her low-cut blouse. Slowly, she came around to his side of the large wooden desk. "You can start by calling me Denise. Mrs. Walters sounds so stiff and formal. It makes me feel old."
This close, her perfume bombarded his senses. Another swift kick in his gut. "Anything else I can do for you?" His voice was tight.
Purposely, she let her hip rest against his shoulder and for a quiet few minutes, she let him feel the heat of her body, then leaned forward, giving him a perfect view of her braless tits. All he had to do was look.
He did, and her nipples swelled. "I'm having the toughest time with the double entry system," Denise purred seductively. Her hip was gently grazing his arm. "Maybe if you explained it again...."
He turned his head to speak, but his next few words were clogged somewhere in his throat and wouldn't come out. His dark eyes were fastened on the tit meat she was delighting him with. He forced his eyes away. "Maybe if you just read the chapter again, things might fall into place." He was finding it difficult to talk, think straight. She was dynamite, but married, and a student besides, even if they were about the same age.
"You explain so much better than the book, so much clearer." She touched the side of his smooth-shaven face, a finger gliding down his cheek. She touched his lips. "You sound so much better than the book too."
Abruptly, she stood up straight, smoothing her skirt and taking a deep breath at the same time. Her tits strained in protest against the silky material of her blouse.
"I'll sit right up here like a good girl so you can explain it to me again. I know I can get it, if I hear it one more time." She stood on her toes, eased her soft ass on his desk. "How's this?" She was looking down at him, her insides tingling, her head reeling. She crossed her legs as he watched.
Frank gave her a boyish grin. "I'm afraid I won't be able to concentrate with you sitting like that." He swallowed twice.
"Why not just concentrate on me?" She took his hand and placed it on her bare knee. "Do many of your students make a pass at you?" She was shivering under his nervous touch.
"I've had a few." He didn't move his hand. "Usually it's some kid in my day class that needs a passing grade."
She winked. "I need a passing grade, Frank." Her warm sultry tone caressed his name. "I'll do anything to pass." She flicked her tongue over her lips. "Anything. Is that what they say to you, Frank?"
He nodded.
Denise took his hand on her knee and raised it higher, to her silky-smooth thigh. "Do you take advantage of these girls?"
He shook his head, still unable to take his hand off of where she had placed it. "I'm not in the market to become unemployed. Besides, kids don't interest me."
Denise smoldered with anger-Ron was interested in kids. Her husband would make a great teacher, fucking all the girls who fawned over him.
"How about someone your own age?" Denise leaned back on his desk, tingling under the warmth of his hand on her thigh. She uncrossed her legs, leaning back on her hands, and parted her legs in a subtle invitation for his hand to explore where his eyes couldn't see. He didn't accept. It was going to be harder than she had figured.
"You're married," he said, in way of an excuse.
She smiled, enjoying the challenge, and slipped off his desk. He seemed relieved; it amused her. "Don't move," she said, strutting to shut the classroom door.
Frank had his gaze on her swinging ass and long legs as she closed the door and pulled the shade. His gaze was on her bouncing tits when she walked toward him. He didn't move from his chair behind the desk. He was too hot to put an end to this and too moral to initiate something with the married woman.
"I'm glad you didn't get up, Frank," she said, taking a seat in the front row and raising her skirt. Her body and legs were angled so that Frank could easily see up her skirt to the black lace covering her pussy. "Any of your students sit like this?" She was enjoying herself immensely.
Frank swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, his hand going to his black-rimmed glasses and holding them in place-a nervous involuntary reaction that he was not aware of.
"Am I getting you hot, Frank?" Her voice was as rich and velvety as her body. "Because it's getting me hot as hell."
"Why me?"
Denise stood up slowly. Every curve of her lush body moved sensuously, exotically.
"You're handsome, shy, and we're both about the same age. I like a man who is reserved and a little timid. Are you married?"
"No, but I'm looking."
"In the meantime, I'm available for tonight." Her fingers slowly unbuttoned the blouse. She watched his eyes burn into her fingers moving from one button to the next, until her blouse was completely open. "It's only for this one time, Frank, and if you're worried about my marriage-don't." She slipped her blouse off. "You might as well give in."
Her hands came up from her waist and grasped both meaty tits; his eyes were on her squeezing fingers massaging the soft satiny flesh.
She took a deep breath and sighed it out. "They're sensitive as hell, Frank. When they're sucked, I scream." She licked her lips lewdly. "Wanna see for yourself?"
Frank was rendered speechless. He sat there as Denise came around to his side of the desk again. He was captivated. Why fight the inevitable? "C'mere," he finally rasped.
"Mmmmmmm, I thought you'd never ask." She propped herself up on his desk again, her legs open, her hands around her massive tits, her face flushed with excitement. "Suck them good, Frank. They need it." She fed a mass of tit flesh to his eager mouth. "Ooooo, Frank, ooooo!"
Frank sucked; Denise creamed. Frank's avid sucking was devastating her tender tits. He sucked hard on the pliant meat, one hand squeezing her tit to his mouth, the other pawing and massaging the other massive globe. Her tit meat yielded to his firm touch and urgent handling.
Denise squirmed against his rapacious mouth, her panties absorbing her seeping fuck juices. She was in seventh heaven. "Ohhhhh ... Frank." She grabbed his hand that was squeezing her other tit and shoved it under her skirt. "Touch me! Ohhhh, God!"
Frank's hand went between her sticky thighs. His fingers skimmed around her warm sopping-wet crotch, then gouged into the material of her lace panties; Denise cried out in joy.
His prick was cramped inside his pants. He was ready. Her teasing and taunting him all during class had taken its toll. He took his hand out from under the skirt and came off her tit. "C'mon, Denise." He rubbed his hurting crotch. "I'm ready."
She shook her head, an impish grin on her pretty face. "Not so soon, my horny teacher. I've always had a fantasy about school teachers. Never did anything, though, until now." She bent forward and kissed him, her tongue snaking into his warm damp mouth, exploring as he sucked in return.
When the kiss was over, she came up panting. "Aaaaa! Now I can do a few things I've daydreamed about."
"Like what?" He was still rubbing his crotch.
"You ever think about having your cock sucked in class?" Her eyes brightened, her lips parting, her tongue flicking.
"It's crossed my mind a few times. I might be cautious, but I'm not made of stone. Some of those kids are really sexy."
For a second, she tightened; the young vision of Carla rushed back to haunt her. "I know." Her voice had lost its velvety allure. She shook it off. "Well, I intend to suck you off while you sit up here on your desk." The sultry tones were back.
He grinned. "You're crazy."
"Crazy for some fun," she giggled devilishly. "You game?"
"Yeah. Anything goes."
"I'm glad. Before you sit down stand here for a minute." Her hands went to his belt and zipper as he stood facing her. In a flash, she had his pants and shorts down and her hands warming his hard cock. She tilted her head to his. "I thought you said you weren't made of stone. This sure feels like a rock to me." Her fingers drifted up and down his solid cockshaft of hard meat, her eyes fastened on his blue-veined prick. "My mouth's watering for it already."
"Jesus," Frank groaned deliriously. "Your hands are fantastic." He stepped back; she was still clinging to his solid chunk of prickmeat.
Her hands never let go of the prick she was grasping as they changed places. He turned, sitting on the desk, and Denise sat down in his chair, her fingers still busy squeezing and caressing.
"I'm all yours," he said, and moaned when her fingers tightened around his hard-on.
"Mmmmmmm ... and I'm all yours." She spread his legs with one hand, glared at the prick towering up from his hairy groin. "A fantasy come to life." She giggled. "I feel like a schoolgirl again. I hope you'll like sharing this little fantasy with me."
"I can't imagine not enjoying it." He leaned back. This time it was his invitation to feast on his prick.
Denise looked at the thick rigid lump of prick flesh staring her in the face. Her head was up in the clouds. With her hands around her tits, she formed a pillow of tit meat and came closer to his thick-beamed cock. She moved around until she captured his prickshaft in the deep dark crease of her tits, the reddened cockhead and his piss-slot aiming for her mouth. "Mmmmmm, it looks delicious."
"Then eat it," he groaned, feeling the silky warmth of her tits surrounding his aching prick. His lust boiled in his balls like water turning to compressed steam.
She released her tits, and his prick popped up. She captured the bloated head with her hot mouth and was rewarded with a low moaning growl. She sucked, receiving another rewarding groan. She stroked the long cockshaft, sliding the movable skin along with her fingers. She felt the blood-gorged muscle harden in her mouth. In return, she sucked with more greed. The head of his stone cockshaft plugged the entrance to her gullet, her lips and hands at the base, her tongue whipping across the width.
Frank lunged up off his desk and fucked his cock deep into her throat. "Aggghhh!" he groaned. He jerked his cock into her sucking wet mouth. "Jesus Christ! You're good!"
Denise was too involved in her pursuit of revenge and pleasure to answer. She kept her mouth steady, took away her hands, and placed her fingernails against his bloated ball sac. She was creaming her panties. With a mouthful of cockmeat, she scratched his balls gently, spreading her fingers up to his hairy thighs. She thrilled to Frank's thumping ass which fucked his cock right down her gulping throat.
Each time she whipped her tongue over his slamming cock, he groaned. She brushed back a few fallen strands of brown hair and came down on his stiff prick. No wasted movements. No clumsiness. She gulped his entire cock with ease.
Suddenly, her mind raced ahead. This wasn't what she wanted-there was more. Passion carried her into her childhood fantasies. Sucking her teacher was one of them. Being sucked was another.
She came off his prick gasping. Saliva dribbled down her chin. "God, you taste delicious!"
Frank groaned. "I bet you taste just as delicious. Stand up."
She staggered to her feet. "Oh, Frank, that sounds so wonderful." She raised her skirt as he came off his desk.
Frank fell into his chair as she climbed up on the desk, switching places again. The room reeked of the passion and the sweet smell of lust that seeped from their pores.
"Having a pussy spread out on your desk is a lot nicer than a lot of school papers, huh?" she cooed, glaring down at him with her hot chestnut eyes.
Frank leered at the sight in front of him: the skirt around Denise's waist, her slender long legs spread on either side of him, her wet panty-clad pussy in plain view.
"Take my panties off me, Frank. I'm creaming for your mouth."
"I was just about to. It's not everyday I get to look at a pussy on my desk. A hot one too." He slipped his fingers inside her pussy, wedging underneath the elastic. He delved inside the swirling pool of cunt juice, hearing his fingers squishing the juice around. He watched Denise go wild, trying to fuck his fucking fingers, her ass hammering against the desk, her upper body jerking.
He let his eyes wander over her gorgeous body, her jiggling tits, her churning hips. She humped his fingers wildly, her face a mask of passionate lust.
Frank withdrew his fingers and skimmed her panties down with one swift movement. She was reduced to a whimpering woman, moaning for his cock.
"Frank, oh please, lick me. Please. Don't torture me any longer." Her hands went to her cunt and delved inside. She fucked herself, her entire body shaking, quivering on the desk in front of him.
Frank choked back his breath as she finger fucked herself. He could see her buttery ooze streaming past her puffy cuntlips, wetting her digging fingers that disappeared inside the red hungry gash of her pussy.
"I like having my pussy licked," she sighed in torment, her pussy slipping around her fingers up to her knuckles. She took her wet fingers out and draped her legs over Frank's shoulders, snagging his head. "Lick me, Frank, then you can ram your cock in me." She felt his hot panting breath on her glistening wet cunt mound, the curly brown strands laden with pearl drops of pussy-cream.
"I had every intention of licking you, Denise. You're so damn sexy, I can't keep my eyes off you."
Denise giggled hotly and squeezed her thighs around his head, drawing him closer to her dripping wet pussy which ached to be licked.
As his head was pulled toward her cunt mound, her sweet-smelling scent sugared the air and flared his nostrils. He took off his glasses that were already starting to slip down his nose and placed them on the desktop. He began nipping her thighs, the soft tender inner flesh sticky with cunt juice. She tasted heavenly. He nibbled on each inner thigh of her spread legs.
Once she was swabbed with his hot saliva and she was wriggling in agony, he brought his mouth to her cunt which oozed a filmy cream. His tongue flicked out, whipped over the soft folds of her cunt, and snatched up the delicious pussy-cream.
"Oh God!" Denise rasped in rapturous delight. "Tongue me, Mr. Teacher, before I go out of my fucking mind!"
Her mind was swirling in the past. In her mind, her body was on display to one of her grade school teachers, her math teacher, the one she had had a crush on. Even to this day, she hadn't been sure she had gotten over the cute freckled math teacher from seventh grade.
"Eat me! Tongue me! Tongue-fuck me, teacher!" She screamed loudly, but her words wouldn't reach the unforgotten past.
Frank's lips were welded against her drooling pussy. His tongue delved inside where his fingers had been, squiggling deep. He slipped his hands under her wriggling ass, clamping onto the soft firm meat of her ass cheeks. He held her quivering body steady and dug his tongue into the scalding depths and oozing delights of her succulent cunt.
"Jesus, I'm creaming!" She shook, caught up with the snaking tongue invading her body. "Unnnnnn! Your tongue ... oooo ... go deeper! Mmmmmm ... yessss, like that!" She was floating in ecstasy.
Frank came up from her pussy, a clear film coating his mouth and chin. "I'm not having you cum like this, Denise," Frank said. "You're gonna cum on my cock ... and cum ... and cum...."
"Oooooo, Frank!" Denise gasped. "Fuck the hell out of me!" She brought her legs off his shoulders and let them dangle over the edge of the desk.
His face coated with frothy cream, Frank staggered to his feet, almost tripping over the pants and underwear that were around his ankles. He grabbed his stiff cock and dragged his prick through her pussy.
Denise lay in spasmic bliss on her teacher's desk. "Ram it in me, fucker!" she moaned, her ass squirming in time with the rest of her body. She gazed at her teacher from hazy lustblurred vision. "Doit ... ram me all the way. Don't torture me anymore!" Her body was in constant motion, trying to fuck herself on his stiff cock, but he drew back when she lunged forward. She trembled as he tormented her pussy and mind with the head of his bloated cock.
Frank lugged the bulb-shaped prickhead through her foamy cunt-cream. He stared first at her red glistening cunt, then at her twisting hips which never stopped churning, to her bunched up skirt and jiggling massive tits. He fucked his cockhead into her grabbing cunt, giving her a delightful sample of what was in store for her.
Her body slapped the desk, attempting to get more, but he had withdrawn. Only his bloated cockhead was lodged in the cushiony wetness of her cuntlips. "Oh God, give me more! Give me more! I need it! I need it!"
"You got it!" he groaned, taking his hand off the base of his stiff cock and fucking forward. His hands went to her hips, his cock skewering her depths. He pulled her to him, his cum-swelled hard-on filling her cunthole.
His cockhead felt as if it were going to burst. Her pussy was like a hot oven. Her grabbing pussy muscles incessantly tugged at his solid prickshaft while he remained motionless inside her. His fingers clenched her hips as he reveled in all the fabulous sensations-the practiced pulsations of her cunt muscles; hot buttery pussy-cream; her perpetually gyrating body.
"Pump! Pump!" she shouted in torment, jerking on the desk, books and papers crashing to the floor. "Pump! God dammit! Pump!"
Frank stood, riding the storm of her squiggling hips and squishing pussy, amazed at her passion. He had never met a woman like Denise. All woman. All sex.
He eased his cock out of her tugging cunt. The cum inside his balls rumbled. "You want my cock, bitch?" Her passison had done something to him. He was no longer the meek bookkeeper, but a sex-crazed animal like the woman on the desk before him.
"Yesssss!" she gasped, trembling, her pussy almost empty. "Shove it back!" Her face was crimson, her tits floundering on her chest. She lifted her head, gazed into his mask of lust, his eyes glowing back at her. "Gimme your cock!" She tried to ram her cunt on his prickshaft, but she couldn't. She was too weak from all the fighting, from the passion that was soaring through her body and limbs.
Frank's face cracked into a sly grin. "Like this?" He came rushing forward, fucking his cock to the root. She was fabulous! Lights blasted behind his eyes.
"Yesssss!" she shrieked, expecting the onslaught to finally begin. It didn't.
Frank held his cock tight inside her, not pumping, remaining immersed in the pool of swirling cunt juices. His hands went from her rocking hips to her pussy. With his cock buried, he mauled her throbbing clit, his pinching rubbing fingers making her sob in agonizing bliss. It was exquisite. It was like he was controlling her body, especially her pussy, with her purplish-red clit-the button to her passion.
He squeezed the tiny piece of flesh. Her cunt muscles attacked his imbedded cock. His hips twisted, and she churned in bliss, his cock jabbing into the wet pulsing walls of her spongy receptive cunt.
"Unnnnn, I feel you throbbing inside me! Oh God, it's alive!" Her hands clawed the flesh of her tits. She stared through wide glassy eyes at the shy teacher who was now leading her down a fiery path of lust.
"You too," he groaned. "You're a wet fucking furnace inside. The hottest, wettest thing I've ever fucked." He pinched her clit again; she convulsed in spasms. His cock thrilled to her snatching cunt muscles.
"You're driving me crazy!" she cried, half out of her mind. She pulled herself up by his shoulders, his cock stuffed in her cunt. Openmouthed and clinging, she frantically kissed him, nibbled on his face and neck.
Frank saw stars. Her pussy and mouth overwhelmed him. He fucked into her with a grunt, his hands coming around her back and holding her up. He fucked forward again with another forceful grunt.
Denise gurgled, as if his cock had pierced her throat instead of her cunt. Her head snapped back with every deep plunge. Her eyes looked to the ceiling. It became too much.
Frank eased her spastic body back to the desk, then grabbed her hips for the fuck of his life.
Denise glanced at him, saw his face tighten, his neck straining, his entire body taut and firm. Her gaze floated back to the ceiling. She was at his mercy, and it thrilled her.
Frank fucked her with long torturous strokes, fucking in to the base of his cock, then back out to the tip. It was a slow tedious climb to oblivion for both of them.
Denise was grateful. She was oblivionbound and knew it. Her hips rocked slowly, rhythmically in response. She extracted every ounce of pleasure that was possible from each long magnificent stroke of his agonizing fucking cock.
"Ooooo, Frank, it's ... wonderful!" She squirmed in slow sensuous liquid motions to match his tantalizing pace. "I'm going out of my mind!" Her head whipped from side to side, her body moving in rhythm with his fantastic strokes.
Frank's long bulky cock fucked inside her cunt with ease. Her buttery syrup coated his prickshaft with warmth. Her cunt muscles surrounded his cock with thrilling pulsations. The tension in his body increased. His arduous strokes shortened, became more demanding, stronger. His new thrusts were packed with a devastating punch with each forward fuck. His prick swelled. He had reached the point of no return.
Denise's body reacted. Her hip movement quickened to rock with his new pace. Her upward thrusts met him with the same urgency that powered him. Her fingers curled around the edge of the desktop, her cunt humping, her eyes popping.
"Ohhhh, Frank, it's going to happen! I feel it coming! Ohhhhh ... my Christ, I feel it!" She whimpered, her body beginning to tremble, shake, spasm. "Faster! Faster!" Her passion-racked body increased the tempo, hurling them both quickly to the summit, where bliss was waiting to greet them.
Frank caught her lightning speed, matched it and slammed home. His body screamed for release. "Denise! Aghhh!" The first wad of thick cum spurted from his prick when the power of his lunge fucked his prick to new depths inside her gripping pussy. The sudsy cum that spattered the mushy insides of her pussy ignited the fires of her orgasm.
"I'm cumming!" she wailed, already in the throes of bliss, her body twisting on the desk. A blinding orgasm swept through her at the same time a deluge of Frank's cum squirted into her climaxing body.
"Goddamn! You're hot!" Frank groaned, his balls rupturing with another load. He slammed. The desk creaked. Denise wailed.
He fucked her cunt with his fucking cock, fucking deep inside her. bubbly cunt which overflowed with his cum with every plunge. He kept Denise afloat in heavenly bliss with his fucking thrusts.
Denise was stunned by his brute force. His chunk of cockmeat fucked into her hidden depths with each horrendous hammering lunge. His cock seemed to never empty. He squirted a perpetual stream of fiery hot cum.
Frank was whacking her hard and fast, but it wasn't enough for Denise. "More! More!" she screamed, pounding her fists into the desktop. She hammered the desk with her ass at the same demonic pace which Frank was using to destroy every muscle of her aching body. "Frank! I'm creaming youuuu! I can't stoppp!"
Thick cum came gushing from the cushiony walls of her exploding cunt, mingling with the glutinous gobs of Frank's squirting cock. It oozed from her overflowing pussy down the cheeks of her jerking ass, forming a puddle on the desk and papers.
They battled with equal strength, grinding out an orgasm that would have drained an elephant. Their groans meshed with the creaks from the old desk. The sounds-an orchestration of musical ecstasy-bombarded the empty classroom and bounced off the four walls.
Hard violent jabs and quick thrusts met with upward twists and spastic lunges. Denise's high-pitched squeals of joy and Frank's low growling grunts reached a crescendo, their bodies locked in bliss, then a soft gentle race back to earth.
"Frank! Oh heaven!" She was floating, her body twitching, the ride down, exquisite. It felt as if she were tumbling weightlessly over and over again. Suddenly, her back arched, her cunt jerked, and she froze. A brief wavering blaze of passion seized her. Her orgasm refused to quit. "Agghhh! Your cock feels so good!" She contorted and woke up from her orgasm to the soft world of satiation.
Frank's fucking thrusts slowed. His balls, swinging hollow shells, were drained like the rest of him. He groaned, blinked, loosened his vise-like grip on her rotating hips. Reality was back; bliss was gone. He fucked forward one last time, agitating her cunt muscles into twitching spasms. He was finished.
With his legs unable to support him, he slumped into his chair. While he gasped for air, the muscles in his legs relaxed, his blood pressure returning to normal. "God, it was the best I've ever had," he said slowly, quietly, unbelievingly.
"You weren't so bad yourself." She struggled to a sitting position, slipped her bare ass off the desk. "I've stained your papers."
Frank grinned sheepishly. He sat watching the exquisite woman dress, still awed by his good fortune. Situations like this one were few and far between. He reached for his glasses which had miraculously avoided Denise's reckless thrashing. With his glasses in place and his passion spent, Frank had returned to his normal shy self.
Dressed, Denise bent over and kissed him on the forehead. "I hope I get an A," she teased. "I know I'd give you one." She turned and left the classroom.
Her swinging ass reminded Frank of what a lucky guy he had been. His eyes wandered to his desk and the puddle of fuck cream she had left. He remembered her words of praise and shrugged, deciding to work on his shyness.
Denise stepped out into the summer's night air, her heels clicking on the cement sidewalk as she strode to her car. It had been great. Revenge was getting better all the time.
CHAPTER SIX
Denise glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost time for lunch. Monday had taken a lot out of her. She had proclaimed Tuesday a day of rest. Today-Wednesday-she was anxious to begin again, yet not quite knowing how. The next affair had to fit, like the others. She would wait; an idea would crop up soon enough.
"I'm going out for lunch, Ron." Denise was standing in the doorway to the small room where Ron worked his magic on typewriters, adding machines, and a score of other office equipment. She worked along with him, doing the office work, waiting on customers, handling the bills.
Ron looked up from the large office typewriter he was repairing. "Hey, shit, Denise. I thought you were going to help me with the Goddamn books today during lunch."
She gave her husband her saddest smile. "I haven't learned enough yet to help you. Besides, I'm tired of sitting around. It's not busy."
"Christ," he grumbled. "You were out all Monday morning at the damn spa."
She shrugged. "You were the one who said I needed the exercise to keep fit so I don't wrinkle away." Her mouth curled into a snarl, then dissolved.
"Yeah, but Christ! You're suppose to do it on Saturdays."
"If you'll remember, Sue got married on Saturday." Denise abruptly turned, her eyes rimmed with tears. She hated him for ruining Sue's wedding for her. She could never think of it without being reminded of Ron fucking that hot little husband-stealing bitch, Carla.
Ron gave in. "All right, honey. At least do me a favor, okay?"
She turned. The hurt she felt festered below the surface of her cool exterior like a boil. "What is it?"
"Pick me up a shirt and tie for Saturday night. One to match my blue suit." He gave her a wide grin. "I want to look good when Sue and Paul come back from their honeymoon and we take them out on the town Saturday night."
She smiled-a smug canary-in-the-mouth smile. He had given her the perfect way to squeeze out another ounce of retribution. It was perfect. "It will be my pleasure."
"Thanks, honey."
"Maybe I'll stop in and get a new dress for the occasion too," she said, projecting another doubleheader, like Monday.
"Shit, you got a closet full of dresses. Some you've only worn once."
"So, maybe I'll get a pair of panties instead." She spun on her heel and left.
Ron shook his head, his face screwed up in a frown. "Women." His face turned into a smile of remembrance. "How could I forget Saturday? It's not every day you give away your daughter in marriage and fuck the maid of honor." He laughed. "Maybe I ought to give the little piece a call?" He filed the thought for tonight.
Outside, in the warm June air, Denise felt better. Working with Ron all day and being home with him at night had produced an unbearable strain on her. Ron's adultery at the wedding and her own affairs were beginning to haunt her. She was wavering. Maybe the double fuck Monday made up for Ron's.
Denise climbed in the car and kicked over the engine. While the car idled, Denise was about to end all thoughts of revenge. She had already gotten even, and it had been sweet.
She slipped the car into gear, hit the brake, slammed into park. Her soft brown eyes had hardened. There was Carla walking down the street in tight jeans, loose halter, black hair caught in the breeze. She exhibited all the qualities of youth and beauty.
Denise's breathing quickened. Carla stopped. So did Denise's breath. Anger and jealousy reared their ugly heads when Denise saw Carla turn into the small office. She knew Ron would fuck the little whore, with her gone. She could stop it, if she went back inside. She wanted to. Her mind was in a turmoil.
She sat in the car, stewing in a pot of mixed emotions. Her eyes were drawn to the office door; Ron was placing the closed sign in the window. It settled all arguments that had been fighting in her skull. She drove off, heading for the mall and adultery. Is this what I want to do? It nagged her all the way to the mall.
Denise enjoyed the obvious looks of some of the men as she strolled through the mall. She smiled back warmly, a welcomed salve for her damaged ego. She paused in front of the shop, staring through the window at the smartly dressed mannequins. Her own reflection was mirrored in the glass, along with that of a passing man, his head turning to admire her ass. She liked it and continued to window shop. She struck a pose that accentuated the swell of her hip and the subtle curve of her ass underneath the skirt. After a few more leering men had walked by, Denise casually entered the store. This is going to be exciting, she mused.
The thickly carpeted store was quiet. Soft music calmed the air. The only salesman was talking animately with a customer. Denise was glad she had selected a small store. What she was there for needed privacy.
She skimmed through the shirts and selected a pale blue one. With it in her hand, she went to the tie racks, held the dress shirt up and found a match. With her purchases, she strode with a purpose to the counter. The customer was leaving.
The gentleman behind the counter gave her a smooth smile, his steel gray eyes sweeping over her voluptuous figure at a glance. He had dark hair, graying at the temples, a mustache flecked with gray. He was impeccably dressed, a prerequisite for someone who worked in a clothing store.
"Hi, I'm George." He smiled. "Can I help you with anything else?" His voice was as smooth as he looked.
She gave him a helpless smile of innocence. "I hope so," she purred, her bottom lip extended in a pout. "My husband wants me to buy him some underwear, and I don't know what kind to get him." She gave him her eyes, deep brown, soft as a doe's. "Do you think you could help me?"
"I'm at your disposal." He set her purchases aside and escorted her through an aisle, around a rack of summer shirts, to the underwear. "We have all kinds."
"I know," she giggled. "I can't make up my mind." She batted her long silken eyelashes helplessly. "I hope you can help."
"I'm sure I can." He wanted to help her to his cock more than a pair of shorts for her husband. "What kind of a man is your husband?"
"Sexy, like you," she breathed, looking him in the face. A pair of tight bikini underwear caught her eye. She giggled devilishly, holding the bright red underwear up. "God, he'd look great in these."
The salesman gave her a second look. It could be my lucky day after all, he realized. "What size do you want?"
She pointed to a picture on a package of underwear still on the shelf. "His bulge is bigger than that. I guess he must be a large." She looked him straight in the face. "What size are you?"
He couldn't believe the subtle way in which she asked that question, and for a second he was caught off guard, not able to speak. It passed, and he cleared his throat. "Large."
She winked. Her pink tongue flicked out over her glossy lips. "I thought so." She leaned against him, her tit against his arm. "I get hot just thinking about my husband in these."
The salesman wasn't sure how to react. Sometimes, a few crazy women wandered in to waste a minute and have a little harmless fun. One scream and the business would suffer. He picked up a pair of men's underwear made of silk, not much more than a jock strap. "Do you think he'd like these?"
"Ohhh, shit, I know I would. It makes me weak at the knees just looking at them." She ran her fingers lightly over the silk material that would hold Ron's cock and balls. "Mmmmmm, I can imagine feeling him through the silk. It drives me crazy."
George's prick was aching. His body was tight.. His voice came out strained. "How many pair would you like?" She was definitely coming on too strong to be real. It bugged him. Let the sexy bitch have her fun.
She gave him a wide-eyed hot stare. The tip of her tongue was pink and wet against the red gloss of her full mouth. "What kind do you wear?"
He returned her hot stare with a rakish grin and decided to play her game and see if things turned out any different than the others. It was a slow time of the day, and she was a sensual delight.
He held up a pair of tight blue underwear. "These."
"I'll bet you look terrific in them, too," she crooned.
"Maybe you'd like to see to be sure." He smiled, thinking, that would put the sexy bitch in her place.
A lazy sigh floated past her shiny red lips. "I'd rather see you in these." Holding up the red tight shorts, she stared at him through her dancing brown eyes. "Would you mind modeling a pair for me?"
He studied her exquisitely sculptured face before answering. Luminous wide brown eyes. Full rich mouth. It was worth a gamble. The dividend, if she weren't pulling his string, would be fantastic. "I can't think of anything I'd rather do more." He took the pair of red underwear she was holding, half-expecting her to make her exit once he disappeared inside the dressing room.
"I can think of a few things," she giggled, following him to the rear of the store. "You want me to close up while you get ready?" She was trembling. Their conversation had her horny as hell, her panties moist with pussy juice, her nipples irritated in the confines of her bra.
"Right," he said, assuming she would walk out the door, instead of locking it. "I'll change in the meantime."
"I can't wait to see what you look like." She strode down the aisle toward the front of the store, swinging her ass, knowing he was looking.
He was at the doorway to the dressing rooms, watching, drooling at her luscious ass. It was a shame she was leaving. She really had him going for a minute. What a beauty!
Suddenly, his face changed, his blood pressure rose, his cock hardened. She was locking up! He didn't waste a moment. Quickly, he ducked into one of the dressing rooms to change, his mind reeling.
Denise slipped the closed sign into the slot. The memory of Ron doing the same thing only a short while ago tugged at her mind. "I hope you're having fun, Ron, because I'm going to have a ball." She walked back down the aisle toward the dressing rooms, her fingers working the buttons open on her blouse.
"Are you ready, George?" she called to the salesman, remembering his name. She moved into the narrow hallway, dressing room doors lining each side.
"Just about," George replied, stuffing his palpitating hard-on into the tight red silk underwear. "Almost." He looked down at himself, feeling silly in his dress socks, with no pants on, his gigantic boner being the only thing he didn't feel funny about. He took off his socks and the shirt he was still wearing. Now, he felt better. "Ready."
"I can't wait," Denise said, in the middle of taking off her skirt. She hung it on the peg that held her blouse. "Now, I'm dressed the same as you." She stepped out of the cubicle, after taking off her bra. "Here I come, George."
"Anytime." He felt tight, anxious, nervous. He gave himself a final look in the mirrors. The bulge was huge. The hot bitch would drool.
Denise opened the door to his dressing room and her breath caught in her throat. "Ohhhhh, George. I'm creaming." The sight of his mammoth cock made her woozy. "Jesus, you look great."
George's prick tried busting through the tight red silk as he feasted on Denise's lush creamy ass, decked in green bikini panties. "You've got the best-looking tits I've ever seen. Beautiful."
"I'm glad you like them." She stepped into the dressing room, catching her fabulous body in the reflection of the two mirrors. Combined with George's reflection alongside of hers, it was an exciting vision to look at. A perfect stranger, until two minutes ago, was standing there half-naked. Her hand spanned the giant bulge of George's crotch. Her eyes were still on the mirror, and she swooned.
"Unnnnn, sweet, honey," he murmured, feeling the soft creamy flesh of her tits. His fingers were splayed over the heaving mountains, the tips of his fingers curling into the pulpy tit meat. His hands luxuriated in their softness, velvety texture on the outside, firm pliable meat on the inside.
Denise reveled in the salesman's gentle hands while stroking his cock through the silk shorts. She pressed against his hands on her tits, loving it, her nipples stiffening under his arousing massage. "Mmmmmmm, I love what you're doing."
"I like what you're doing, too."
Her fingers were rubbing his paining cock, tormenting him further. His reeling mind couldn't yet fully comprehend his good luck; out of all the other stores in the mall, she had entered his. His words turned into a groan when her fingers tightened around his bulging hard-on.
She let go of his cock as quickly as she had grabbed it. She was staring at his groin. "I have to make sure these shorts are the right size and see if I really want to buy them for my husband." It wouldn't be a game for long. "I'll have to get real close, all right?"
George nodded. One of the few times in his career as a salesman, he was mute. She exuded sensuality from every pore of her gorgeous body.
She was on her knees, her face in front of his crotch, her hands smoothing over the formidable bulge with considerable relish. Her finger prodded; moans echoed throughout the string of dressing rooms. The palms of Denise's hands skimmed over his crotch. "I like these shorts a lot," she mewed, licking her lips. Her gaze wandered up his muscular body and found his smoky gray eyes. With a finger, she traced an outline of his giant cock through the tight shorts. Her red-painted long nail delicately scratched out the wide girth of his prick. "Mmmmmmm, looks good enough to eat."
"Take it out," he rasped, his groin in agony, hard as cement, competing with his prick and balls in the pain category.
"I will, after I inspect the merchandise." She placed her hands on his hips and urged him to turn around. He did, and she feasted on his ass. Soothingly, she caressed the small tight ass cheeks. "Mmmmmm, I don't know if these shorts are the right size for my husband. He has a bigger ass." Her hands snaked around his hips and captured his throbbing hard-on. "Mmmmmm, but I think this is bigger than his." She gave his prick a squeeze.
George groaned, almost collapsing. He could feel her panting breath through the silk material of the shorts. "Jesus!" Her mouth started nipping his ass cheeks. He leered at the mirror, seeing her frantic hands pawing his thick meaty cock through the tight-fitting underwear. In the side mirror, he could see her flushed face, her mouth chewing, snipping through the material to his firm ass. The hot sexy woman was something else-a furnace o: passion.
Denise was out of her mind. The smooth silk against her mouth. His throbbing bulge in her hands. She turned him around again. At once, her mouth plastered on his stiff cock behind the shorts. She breathed hard. Her hot breath burned through the silk, heating up his cock. Her clawing fingers came up his shorts, then latched into the thin elastic band.
"Now, for lunch," she sighed dreamily, lugging the shorts down and revealing the sizeable chunk of cockmeat. His prick snapped to attention.
George groaned, swayed, then dug his fingers into her thick mass of earth-brown hair. "Eat it!" he roared. His rapidly growing lust was stronger than his patience. "Eat me! Or I'll cram it down your throat!"
Driven by her all-consuming revenge and overwhelming passion, she engulfed his entire cock, his prickhead clogging her throat. Her hands, cupping his ass, urged him to pump. Her nails, clawing his ass, made him lunge.
His groan was a loud roar. His prick thumped wildly inside her tight clenching throat. "Unnnngggg!" He lunged again.
Denise took the brunt of his fucking thrusts. Her cat-like nails taunted him, digging into his ass; he lunged forward to escape her claws. Denise gurgled dreamily with her mouth stuffed with prickmeat. His cock throbbed deep inside her gullet. His heavy balls slapped her chin. His groin hair tickled her nose and lips when her face met his slamming groin.
Warm cunt-cream soaked the crotch of her panties. She gurgled on her own spit when George withdrew his cock for that one split second before he fucked back into her throat.
She sucked on the thick meaty prick, all the while her nails clawing his hips, his thighs, and finally his heavy thick skinned ball sac.
"Ugggnnn!" he continued to growl, spastically jerking. Denise was torturing him with her mouth, her teeth, her sharp nails. He yanked her head back with a fistful of her hair. "Lie down." It was a command she couldn't refuse.
Without a moment's hesitation, Denise sprawled her nearly naked body on the floor, the upper half of her body in the narrow hallway. "Rip off my panties," she gasped, writhing on the carpet. "Rip them off and fuck me!" She needed the fucking brute force of his cock to obliterate the vivid haunting memory of Ron closing the shop to fuck the little bitch, Carla. "Fuck me, George, with your gigantic prick."
His prick soaked with spit, his ass stinging from her maniacal attack, George dropped down between her outstretched legs, his prick like a tree trunk. "I'm going to fuck you until you flood the place with your juice." He caught his fingers in the elastic of her panties.
"I hope so," she whispered. "I hope so."
Denise's panties came away in his strong hands. He tossed them away and aimed his cock for her pussy. Balanced above her, he eased the bloated prickhead into the folds of her cunt. She was hot, wet, but he didn't go in. He waited. He saw the expectant look in her eyes. He didn't disappoint her. One fast hard-driving thrust fucked his cock to the root.
"Agh, George!" Her nails clawed his bare chest, shoulders, muscular arms. Her ass came off the floor, meeting his next demonic thrust with greedy fervor. "George!"
George drove her back into the carpet with his next thrust. He pounded. She was a wildcat, clawing, screeching, lunging beneath him. He fucked at her, trying to beat the wild woman into submission with his rock-hard prick. It was impossible. The harder he fucked her, the more violent and wild she became.
Denise scratched him through the mat of coarse hair on his chest. Her voice of ecstasy was a shrill cry of lust. "Un! Un! Un!" she grunted each time her soft body smacked into him. She churned her hips in tight frantic circles, lifting high off the floor, trembling in midair. She absorbed his punishing fucks and her ass sank to the carpet, only to repeat it again. She moved in a blinding cadence of lust and revenge.
Hard whacking slaps of flesh hitting flesh ricocheted off the walls in the tiny area where they fucked. George's deep grunts conflicted with Denise's high shrill screams. He slammed; she lunged. They both voiced their ecstatic moans. Over and over again, their overheated bodies struggled to climb the steep slope to the release that beckoned to them.
"Ohhhh, George, fuck me to heaven! Make me creammmm!" She fought to reach the top of the summit, clasping and clutching at it. Her body humped in a feverish sweat. Her cunt squished on impact. She squirmed and quivered hungrily, with her cunt full of hard throbbing prickmeat. "Harder! Harder!"
George fucked her with all the vigor and energy he possessed. His body performed like a well-oiled machine. He complied with the screaming voice of the twisting woman beneath him. His speed and power increased. He was immediately rewarded; her cunt muscles grabbed his prick and squeezed. He knew she was cumming. He fucked harder.
Her mind became blank. Her body quaked under the collision of George's smacking body. He took her over the hurdle into rapturous ecstasy. Her orgasm felt like an explosion deep inside her cunt. Hot sticky pussycream bubbled out. "Oh, George, I'm creaming yOuuuu! Creaming!" Her scream pierced the air around them. "Creaming!"
George fucked the twisting soft body beneath him with tremendous force. Fast violent jabs peppered her climaxing exploding body. His cock swelled inside her cunt. His balls rumbled, ready to blast the load through his cock. He held off as long as possible and watched, through passion-hazed eyes, her contorting floundering frame in the throes of orgasm.
His mind snapped under the fury of her orgasm. "Aghhhhggg!" he roared with the next building plunge. His cock announced his orgasm with a gooey stream of thick hot cum. Aggghhhh!"
What had gone on between them a few moments ago paled in comparison to what was happening now. Hard muscle crushed soft flesh. Long painted talons raked hard tough skin, leaving a wake of red. He roared! she screeched like a banshee. Lunging hips slammed Denise back into the carpeted floor. Upward thrusts drove him back. A seesawing battle ensued. Neither winning. Both winning.
"Fuck meeee!" Her nails dug into his shoulders that loomed above her. Her face contorted in agonizing bliss, and her eyes widened as the world around her spun into a dizzy whir. "George! Agh, George!"
George leered at the beautiful woman he was fucking, his jaw tight his eyes glassy. The turmoil inside her pussy was draining his fucking cock. His long-stemmed cock splattered an endless outpour of jism into her cunt while her scratching nails attacked his skin like needles of pleasure. He sucked in enough air to continue the grueling battle while his cock continually spewed.
Denise's long legs stiffened, then recovered to circle around his driving hips, her heels digging into the small of his humping back. She smashed her clit into his groin, her pussy gulping his spewing cock with greed. She urged him to crush her into the carpet, exerting her strength and whacking her hips up.
George came smashing down into her twisting body. Sweaty flesh squeaked from the contact, her tits mashed into his chest. He pounded, his ass jerking, her screaming voice in his ear as she loudly soared into rapture.
"George!" The stiff point of his cock found the end of her squishy cunt with each vehement slam. She chewed his neck as she climaxed, her arms and legs tightly wrapped around him.
"Aghhhhh! I'm coming down...." Her body went into convulsions, stiffened for an eternal second, went limp, and crashed back to the floor-a babbling heap of expended energy.
George, still in high gear, fucked into her inert soft body. Her legs and arms twitched from the brutal assault as she remained limp on the floor. He groaned with a final blast of his cock, then stopped. His cock twitched m inside her still pulsating pussy. The juices of her cunt, mixed with his cum, poured out of her.
"You fucked me blind," he groaned, easing himself off her limp satisfied body. He leaned against a mirrored wall to catch his breath.
"I think we fucked each other blind," she panted. Every bone, every muscle in her body ached from the strain of the wild passionate fuck. "No wonder everyone is so tired when they come home from shopping."
He laughed. It was an effort. "I better open the store."
"You were great, George. Thanks." She pulled herself up on shaking legs and managed to trudge down the corridor to the dressing room where she had left her clothes.
After they were both dressed and George was behind the counter, he slipped the shirt and tie into a bag. "Consider these a present." He winked.
"Why thank you, George." She felt good; she had enjoyed every fabulous minute of her vengeful affair. She walked out of the store with the package, feeling George's gaze on her back.
Once outside, she paused, looked both ways. She had exacted revenge, yet the anger and hurt still boiled in her veins.
A nasty smile touched her lips. "A dress
... a very expensive dress might help." She headed in the direction of the small boutique on the second level of the mall.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Denise fitted a skirt and blouse around hej sleek body. Her heart was pounding wildly. Sue and Paul would be home from the honeymoon tonight. She was filled with joy. Revenge had been completed; the score was now even.
The phone rang. Denise picked it up, her mouth opening to say hello, but she couldn't speak. Ron was already engaged in conversation.
"Shit, Carla. You shouldn't call me here. I said I'd call when Denise went to the beauty parlor." He was tight, annoyed; he didn't want Denise to find out.
"I'm sorry," Carla pouted. "It was getting late, and I thought you forgot."
"I didn't. Denise is about to leave any minute."
"I'll call you back then," Carla said.
"No, that's all right. When she goes, I'll be right over. We can have a few hours to ourselves."
Carla giggled like a schoolgirl. "It'll be nice having you fuck me in bed. It seems every time we fuck, I'm bending over a table."
Ron groaned, her juicy pussy coming to mind. "It won't be long before she leaves. Keep it hot for me."
"It's always hot for you." Carla blew him a kiss through the phone and hung up.
Ron allowed himself to breathe and quietly replaced the receiver.
Denise stood in angry silence. All the joy she felt a few minutes ago were wiped away with one vicious stroke.
Denise left the bedroom. Halfway down the stairs, she met Ron. "Who was that on the phone?" she demanded, trying to sound casual, but failing.
Ron looked away. "Wrong number. You ready to leave?"
"I was," Denise said, steeping in anger. "Maybe I'll stay home." she watched for his reaction.
"Hell, Denise." His eyes were on her now, glowing with sincerity. "It'll do you good to get your hair done. You've been a little moody lately; it might cheer you up."
"You know how I hate sitting in that stuffy beauty parlor. I can't stand all the fuss they make."
Ron was determined. "C'mon, baby, you want to look your best for Sue and Paul, right?"
Denise shrugged, enjoying this small torturous act."I don't-"
Ron took her arm and gently ushered her down the stairs. "You're going and that's final. We can afford a little expense now and then. Nothing's too good for you." Ron opened the front door, gave her a few bills. "Now be sure to get the full treatment. Cost isn't important."
"I'll get the full treatment," she repeated, thinking of Tony, the horny hairdresser, and his constant barrage of passes. "You can be sure of that."
"Great." Relief echoed in that word. "Take your time and don't hurry home. You got all day."
Denise blew him a kiss and climbed into the car. "You bastard," she muttered in a tight, grim voice, and switched on the ignition.
Minutes later, Peggy, the receptionist at the lavishly decorated beauty salon, greeted Denise with a smile. "Hello, Mrs. Walters. Tina will be right with you." The pleasant-sounding girl glanced down at the appointment book and made a check mark with the flip of her pencil.
Denise leaned forward over the narrow counter. "If it's okay, I'd like to have Tony. Is he free this morning?" Denise kept her voice down. The white-haired old ladies in the place had a tendency to perk their ears up at the slightest hint of gossip; and the mention of Tony's name would definitely draw their wicked attention.
Peggy's eyebrows lifted. "Tony? But ... I thought-"
"I know," Denise said quietly. "I'm requesting him, because he has a way with curls, and for tonight's special occasion that's the way I want my hair."
"Okay, Mrs. Walters." Peggy glanced sideways at the three female hairdressers. A tall handsome-looking man was emerging from another room. "You're lucky, Tony's just finishing up. You can go into number six and wait." no
"Thanks, Peggy." She spun on her heel, heading for number six, a smiling Peggy watching her from behind the desk.
Nervously, Denise waited for Tony in the padded contoured chair, staring at herself in the mirror in front of her. She smiled. Tony, the world's horniest hairdresser, was everything a hairdresser wasn't suppose to be. At least what people usually thought of men hairdressers. He was muscular, tall, good-looking in a rugged outdoors way, and had the girls eating out of his hand, and probably between his legs. It was why, after her first visit, she changed to Tina. She remembered that time, when Tony did her hair, how she had suffered through a hundred passes and cool obvious touches. With Tina, all Denise did was gossip, and until now gossip had sufficed. What she needed now was Tony.
Tony came in wearing a smile that usually rendered most women helpless. The hot smile gleamed in his tanned face; Denise was unaffected. His shirt was left open, the thick mat of hair on his bulky chest exposed for the women's pleasure. "Hi, sexy. Tired of Tina already?" He gave her a lewd grin, remembering how cold Denise had been to him.
Denise's eyes lowered to his jeans and the bulge. She shivered; Tony would be a far cry from Frank Trent, her shy and reserved book keeping teacher. A subtle seduction wouldn't be needed here. Tony would have her naked before she closed her eyes for the shampoo.
"No. I picked you today because I want curls, lots of curls." A hand fluffed her shoulder-length hair.
"What else does the sexy Denise want?" Casually, he combed his fingers through her rich brown hair, planning how he would fix Denise's gorgeous hair as well as her gorgeous body.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Me." Tony's hand came out of her soft hair and touched her neck.
His quick blatant approach knocked the wind out of her. She recovered. "Is that why you took up hairdressing, to get at the women?"
His eyes staring straight ahead, he grinned at her reflection in the mirror. "I used to be a barber in a unisex shop. All the sexy chicks went to the beauticians, while I got the guys. It was stupid. So, I switched to women's hair. Now, I'm contented as Hugh Hefner." He was still massaging Denise's neck.
"You get many complaints?" His hands, gentle but demanding, were lulling her into a state of bemused wonderment. Before, Tony had repulsed her; now, he was turning her on. She could feel her pussy contracting, as if his moving fingers at the nape of her neck were connected to her pussy muscles. She felt like a puppet on a string.
"A few, but the compliments and the return business far outweigh them." His hands, almost imperceptibly, moved from her neck to her shoulders, to the rise of her tits.
"Conceited stud, right?" She didn't stop him.
"Not at all. I like women. I'm lucky that a few like me." His quick hands worked her buttons open.
"I think it's more than a few," she sighed, liking the way he operated. Quick and to the point.
"Rumors." He opened her blouse, eyeing the reflection of her erotic cleavage.
"I hope not all rumors," Denise mewled, marveling at his cool method of seduction. His eyes were staring in the mirror, surveying what was behind her half-open blouse. She rested her head against the stiff bulge in his pants. "I think you've got a hard-on."
"I always have a hard-on. A perpetually hard cock. Born with it."
"Mmmmmm, I'd love to see it sometime."
"I hoped from the first time you came in here, you'd change your mind about me." His fingers slipped into the lace of Denise's tight bra, working slowly, methodically, with a cool confidence, his fingertips touching her ripe nipples.
"Ummmmmm," she hummed, his hands on her tits quickening her breath. "You don't waste any time, do you?" She was panting now. This was exotic, being seduced in a public place, even though they were in a private room.
"There isn't time to waste, with my schedule."
She rubbed the back of her head into his crotch. "I can't wait until I find out if you're as good with your cock as you are with your hands. Especially with a perpetually hard cock, like you say." She reached behind her head, squeezed the bulge in his jeans.
"You're gonna find out real soon, if you continue to do that."
"Well, I heard you were fast and I'm here to find out."
Tony slipped his hands out of Debbie's blouse and bra and came around to stand in front of her. "If you're so interested in finding out how hard and fast I am, all you have to do is grab this." He looked down at his thumping prick.
She gave him a devilish smile. "Now you're talking." She sat up, her blouse open only halfway, the billowing flesh above her bra on display. Her fingers were on his zipper, gliding it down. "Now I'll find out why all the woman want you to do their hair."
"Most of the women who come to me, want more than their hair fixed." Tony unsnapped his jeans, his gaze locked on Denise's gorgeous face. "Pull 'em down." He was anxious to get at this cool sexy bitch.
Denise's heart caught in her throat, and she quickly swallowed it. She was looking at his cock behind the shorts. Her heart thudded to her stomach, her fingers groping.
Her fingers didn't have to search long. She was rewarded with a long thick slab of cockmeat as her fingers curled around it. "Ummmmmm, nice. Hot and hard." She yanked his jeans down, along with the shorts. "Now, I see why all those women come out of this room with happy faces. Your cock is gorgeous!"
She caressed the solid lump of cockmeat with the tips of her fingers dancing lightly along the thick length, following the lines of his purple veins that carried the life power to this hunk of delicious cock-muscle. "Gorgeous!"
"See? You never gave me a chance before." Tony's fingers curled in her hair. "Give it a kiss. Show me how much you like it with your mouth."
Her mouth touched his cock as she bent for ward. Her tongue teased the tiny slit of his piss-hole. "I wish we had a bed," she said, thinking of the conversation that went on between Ron and Carla only a short while ago. "I could really enjoy having you stab me to death with this." She kissed his prick again, smacking her lips, a wet slurping kiss that made Tony groan in pleasure.
"We don't need a bed." His hips jabbed forward, driving the head of his bloated cock into her teeth. "Nobody's complained about the chair before." He gave her a wide grin.
"Sounds like it might be fun." She released his cock and stood. She was not as tall as Tony; her heels brought her to his broad shoulders. She tilted her head, her mouth parted, her tongue flicking. "Do we fuck before, or after I get my hair done?"
"Before." He yanked her into his arms. "I don't want your hair to suffer through one of my fucks." His lips plastered against her. It was a hard kiss. His bare cock pressed into her belly, digging as he pulled her closer. His prickshaft throbbed against the silky material of her skirt.
Denise's mouth was hungry in return. Her stomach flipped, rubbing into his hard-on. Her hands snaked around him, grabbing his ass. She gasped when their lips parted.
Tony worked in silence. He slipped off her blouse, eased her around, unsnapped the bra hooks.
"Ohhhhhh, this is exotic," she moaned, leaning back against him as he slipped her bra off. She gazed hotly into the large mirror, the lights bright, nothing hidden. It seemed unreal, what she was doing, what he was doing. Her eyes were glued to the reflection of his hands manipulating the soft creamy flesh of her tits. She leaned against him for support. "Ohhh, Tony! I'm on fire!"
"I'll put it out soon," he whispered in her ear.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, "don't make me wait too long." She rubbed her ass back into his digging cock. "I don't think I can stand it."
"The longer the wait," he said, his hot breath warming her ear, his hands squeezing her pliant tits, "the better and more enjoyable it becomes."
"You're the boss," she whispered.
Tony nuzzled his face in the hollow of her neck and shoulders, kissing, nibbling, enjoying the taste of Denise's warm flesh. His hands caressed carefully, inflaming every inch of her sensitive tits. "You're going to be fantastic; I can tell," he whispered softly, running his tongue into her ear. "Absolutely fantastic."
"Ohhhhh, shit, Tony," she moaned. Denise squirmed in his arms. Her eyes followed his expert hands from her tits to her waist, where he unfastened her skirt. It whispered to the floor.
Denise sighed, rocked her hips, her ass cheeks rubbing into Tony's cock. Her face suddenly turned to shock. What she saw in the mirror was Ron, and he was fucking Carla on a large round bed. She blinked away the horrid picture that her mind had conjured up so cruelly. She gasped in relief when it melted away and was replaced with what was actually going on; Tony moving his hands over her body.
"Fuck me soon," Denise sobbed. Needing his cock and the taste of revenge his cock offered, Denise begged. "Fuck me, Tony. You don't know what this is doing to me."
"Soon," Tony soothed.
He slipped her panties down over her full hips, exposing a neat triangle of thick brown hair. Her panties floated to the floor on top of her skirt.
"Mmmmmmmm," Tony moaned. "You're as gorgeous as I thought you'd be." His hands were everywhere at once, his mouth at her neck.
Denise stood there-a Roman candle about to explode. "Ohhhhh," she gurgled, twisting around and slamming her body into him.
"Fuck me, Tony. End this torture." She rubbed her naked flesh into him. His cock felt like a red-hot poker against her skin. She wanted his prick inside her.
"In the chair," she told him. "C'mon, I need it now." She struggled with him, craving his cock to blot out the mental visions of Carla and Ron.
Tony grinned and cupped her ass. He watched both their figures in the mirror as he pawed and kneaded her rocking ass cheeks and swaying hips. "You're a fireball."
"Yessss," she hissed. She nibbled on his chest, her hands groping between both their bodies, mangling his hard-on. His cock was hard as steel in her hand.
Her mouth on his hairy chest, she snipped at his tiny nipples. She bent his cock, heard his groans. "I want it now." She bent his cock again, standing on her tiptoes, trying to climb on the cock. "Fuck me!" She was hysterical.
"Unnngglll," Tony groaned as she twisted his cock. "Christ, you're gonna break the fuckin' thing." He eased the trembling woman out of his arms and climbed into the chair, his prick towering up from his hard hairy groin.
Denise gasped with relief. "I hope I don't disappoint you." Carefully, she climbed up on the huge chair and straddled his stiff prick, her knees sinking into the soft cushioned seat on either side of Tony's hips. "I'm trembling, I'm so hot! Will this chair hold us?"
"Besides being riveted to the floor, this chair is built to order. I've never lost a client yet." His head lowered to her tits. Playfully, he bit the nipples, one by one. "Get my cock in your body, and I'll show you my surprise."
She didn't know what he meant, but it didn't matter. She couldn't think of anything but his cock. She swayed, failing in her attempt to impale herself on his rigid hulking cock. She moaned in torment, desperate to fill her pussy. "Help me get it in. Help me!"
"You don't need any help, Denise." He slobbered all over the firm meat of her tits while she worked the head of his cock into her pussy. "Unnnn, you got it, baby."
"Yeahhhhh!" she gasped. His gargantuan prick had pierced her body all at once. "Goddamn, it's clogging my throat!" She swayed, her tits slapping his face as she adjusted to a better position in the soft chair. "Mmmmm."
"Denise, relax. Don't move." Tony reached down along the side of the contoured chair and pushed a button. Slowly, the back of the chair began to tilt. It shifted easily into a completely horizontal position. "Like it?"
"Unnnnn, I love it." There was plenty of room for her knees. The padded arms of the chair helped to keep her legs in place. "You think of everything," she moaned, looking down at his reclining body.
Tony reached up; his hands palmed her plump tit meat. "Bring 'em down to my mouth."
Denise hung her tits over his mouth; he chewed on the bulging mounds. She looked into the mirror and watched. It sent her skyrocketing into bliss. With the way the mirrors were set up, she could see her ass and pussy from the back, Tony's giant cock stuffed up her cunt. She swooned. Her tits were smothering Tony. His mouth chewing her flesh was maddening. She braced herself as he bit hard.
"You trying to kill me?" He had escaped her pillows of suffocating tits when she came up to give him air. Tony's face was red, his mouth wet.
"Can you think of a better way to die?" she crooned.
"Un un," he groaned in agreement. His hands skimmed down her body to her hips, where he sank his fingers into her flesh, then he lunged. "How's that?"
Denise snapped back her head. She gurgled in her throat as if Tony's cock had reached it. "Won ... der ... ful!" She was reeling. Never had she taken a cock this deep or thick. She felt as if she were going to split in two.
"You're so big, Tony." Each word was an effort. Her mind was finding it difficult to concentrate on anything but the throbbing piece of cockmeat inside her cunt.
"You're tight. Nice 'n' tight!" he rasped.
Denise squirmed, her brown hair tousled, hanging down, tickling Tony's face, her pussy grabbing his cock. She rocked her hips in a sensuous way, dragging his giant cock on a tour of her tight pussy. "God, Tony, this is great!"
She hauled herself erect, her tits billowing in time to her heavy breathing. She swayed, her body impaled on stiff prickmeat. She leered down into his face. "You curious about why I asked for you?"
"My cock," he groaned.
"I didn't want it before, why now?" She tightened her pussy grip.
"You found out your husband cheated on you. You want to get even," Tony said.
Even in her drunken state of passion, her face registered surprise. "How ... did you...."
"Happens all the time," Tony said, answering her unspoken question. "In my job, I'm in the position to profit from husbands' mistakes." He lunged and enjoyed the look of utter pleasure on Denise's gorgeous face. He fucked the large head of his prick into the very depths of her body, where no cock had been before.
"Unnnnn, Tony!" She trembled in euphoria. Her cunt felt stuffed like never before. She swayed precariously on the chair, leaned forward, her tits looming above his face, her arms propped stiffly on either side of his head. "Chew 'em! Chew 'em up! My husband's fucking a girl half his age. Chew 'em and make me forget him."
Tony chewed, and Denise forgot. For the moment. He sucked one large red nipple into his hot saliva. Her whimpering cries filled the small room instantly. His hands grasped her hips; he groaned, then lunged. His hips worked like ramming pistons, up and down. His cock, greased with her warm cunt-cream, fucked through the clutching cunt muscles with relative ease. His prick's thickness didn't allow the luxury of a whipping fast pace. He eased in and eased out.
"Ohhhh, Tony! You're driving me wild!" Her hips caught the slow rhythm. She rotated her hips. Her soft rounded ass twisted and churned. Her cunt muscles added to the overall pleasure.
"Faster! Faster!" She drooled, her mouth parted, an insane rage glowing in her eyes. Her pussy clenched and unclenched around his fucking cockshaft, his giant prickhead spearheading the invasion. Disoriented, Denise lingered at the summit, waiting to go over into bliss.
Tony sensed the urgency in Denise's humping pace. His ass thumped on the padded seat in determination, his cock reaching deep, hard and fast. "Hold on, Denise."
"Ooooo, yeahhhh!" Her head snapped back, and her eyes rolled. In an instant, she picked up his blinding pace. Talk was over; revenge, for the moment, forgotten. His cock had erased the cruelties of life and gave her this fabulous moment.
"Fuck meeee! Unnnngggg!" She squirmed, twisted, raced with him. His cock reached her hot scalding depths, where the sensations were new, exquisite, wild. "Tony! Tony!"
Denise came down hard, grinding, her clit mashing into his hard tense groin. Bolts of pleasure caromed through her pussy. "Agghhhh! Your giant cock is fabulous!" The pleasure was fabulous. She managed to pull herself upright.
Tony leered up at her. She was a naked vision. Tits of a creamy white heaved. Face of delicate features was flushed. Eyes of a soft brown were glazed. Hair of a lustrous sheen cascaded around the bulge of her tits. She was simply a vision, a gorgeous vision. His prick swelled. He was getting close. His speed increased without conscious effort. The rumbling in his balls had to be quelled.
Denise's hands and fingers clutched the arms of the chair. Her head lolled lazily on her shoulders. "I'm going to cream sssoooon!" Delirium gripped her.
She swayed. She creamed. It happened. "I'm creaming you!" Her voice pierced the air as Tony's gigantic thick cock fucked into her climaxing body. "I'm creaming your fucking cock!"
Tony didn't need an announcement. Her pussy felt eighty degrees hotter and the rumbling explosion engulfed his jabbing cock. He slammed into her erupting pussy, holding his own orgasm in check as long as he could. Watching the sexy female twist and churn on his cock was a fantastic event that he didn't want to miss.
He urged her on with his ramming hips and fucking prick. "Cummmmm!" he roared. "Cum, Denise!"
"I am!" She soared high into her thunderous orgasm. The back of her lust-filled mind sensed she was cuming alone. She rode the fury of the climax that seized her, focusing dimly on Tony. She gritted her teeth, not wanting to take the ride solo.
"You too! You cum too!" She fought the fury within her, wanting to take Tony over the edge into his climax. "Creeeam meee!" she ordered in the midst of her blinding orgasm. Grinding, twisting, her cunt muscles gripped his fucking prickshaft. "Cum!" It was a high-pitched determined command.
Tony unwittingly obeyed. He was unable to avoid the clenching muscles of her cunt that took him over into blissful rapture. Jets of pulsing cum blasted from the thin piss-slot. It spouted through his thick-stemmed cock and flooded Denise's pussy with three mighty squirts. "I'm aiming!" he bellowed in an outburst of passion, when the thick stringy wads of cum saturated the gripping depths of Denise's drooling pussy.
Denise gasped, felt his cum flood her pussy. It triggered something within her. Wild-eyed and jerky, Denise veered into heaven. The bright room dimmed. Violent contortions racked her body. Tony's exploding cock became ruthless. "I feel youuuuu!"
Tony's prick kept on spitting cum, unrelenting. Hot cum gushed from his cock in countless gobs of stringy lumps. His fingers pawed her massive tits; his cock drilled her gooey cunt. The solid well-developed muscles of his two-hundred-pound frame fucked his cock into the hilt. He was all muscle; she was all softness.
Denise rode the crest of her heavenly bliss, propelled by his fucking cock and the hot squirting wads of cum. Wave after blissful wave of orgasm attacked her spasmodic body. Explosions followed attacks of bliss. She soared as high as possible and hovered near the edge of madness for a few more precious moments.
Tony hammered. His balls were quickly drained. He groaned, his entire body heaving. Her pussy was pulling, squeezing his hard cockshaft. It drove him wild, making him blast another fountain of cum. He lunged so violently, he almost threw her off his hard bucking body. Grabbing her rocking hips, he held her and fucked.
Tony's solid well-developed frame slowed, his muscular power ebbed. Glassy-eyed and with a dull expression on her face, Denise glided down from ecstasy. Their sweating tingling bodies lingered in the aftermath, their pumps slower, their mournful cries softer.
"Oooooo," she crooned, jerking in a spasm. Her orgasm refused to let her go. Muscles relaxed, blood flow returned to normal, a warm satisfying feeling cascaded over her. The room stopped spinning as she made her descent to reality.
"Tony, my God!" The words were gasped out between panting breaths. "Did they hear?"
Exhausted, he managed a grin. "The room's soundproof." He inhaled a deep breath; Denise was still moving her hips. "Hold still, Denise. The ride's over. I spilled my guts in you."
She smiled sheepishly. "I hope you have enough strength to do my hair."
"If you have the strength to sit through it, I have the strength to do it," Tony groaned, then laughed.
"Whewwww! My legs ache. Sitting is the easy part." Denise climbed off his shrinking cock with a groan. Staggering to her feet, she gripped an arm of the chair, flexing her legs to see if they still worked.
Tony had salvaged his strength and was returning the chair to its normal position. Silently, the chair came together with a push of the button. He climbed to his feet, hauled up his pants. "Hop in, Denise. It's all ready. You want me to do your hair while you're naked?"
She giggled. "You'll have to; I'm too weak to dress."
An hour later, Denise stepped out of room number six, hair done up in curls. She blushed, imagining everyone in the beauty parlor had heard them. No one was looking at her as she had feared they would. Everyone was still going about their business, the girl beauticians catering to their regular customers, Peggy behind her desk talking on the phone. Everything was the same as when she had first stepped into the place. No one gave her sneaky second glances, or whispered to their neighbor when she walked past them. She was relieved. In fact, she swore not one person noticed that she had come from room number six, Tony's room.
"It looks terrific," Peggy said when Denise approached the desk. "Tony outdid himself; You look simply gorgeous."
Denise blushed three shades of embarrassment.
"Same time next week?" Peggy asked, ready to pencil her in.
Denise nodded. "The afternoon, though, around two."
"Tony again?" Peggy asked, a knowing smile on her thin painted lips.
"No-Tina. See ya next week, Peggy." She knew her cheeks were burning red when she left.
Stepping out into the late morning sunshine, she felt good and lousy at the same time. Sue would be home tonight to begin her married life, and it looked as if her own marriage was about to end. She climbed into her car, her mind in a turmoil. She didn't know what to do.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Standing in front of the mirror, Denise gave herself a critical glance before Ron came out of the bathroom. She was dressed for their dinner out with Sue and Paul-their first evening together with the bride and groom. They were all going to celebrate. She blinked back a tear, needlessly fixing the pearls around her neck. Her brown eyes hardened. Is my marriage over? Are we through after all these years? Sue, what will it do to her? She's coming home a new bride, and her parents are out fucking whoever they can. Things had to end, or change. She didn't want Sue to learn she was a cheating wife.
Calming herself, she took a deep breath. The sound of water running in the bathroom drifted into the bedroom. She heard the water shut off, heard Ron humming. It didn't seem to be affecting him. He seemed happier, the bastard, unless she was only imagining it.
"You look gorgeous in that dress," Ron said, cheerfully emerging from the bathroom. He went to his dresser, splashed cologne over his freshly shaved face. "What time do you think they'll be here?"
Denise's brown eyes studied him. "About an hour." She opened her mouth to speak. Her voice cracked, and she swallowed. She was determined to clear the air before Sue and Paul arrived. She was harboring a need to hurt Ron as he had hurt her. Just fucking with other men didn't seem to be enough. Besides, his smug look irked her.
"Maybe we should invite Carla over," Denise began, her voice flat, emotionless.
Ron froze, then gave his wife a darting glance. He forced a swallow, then was back in control again. He slipped the tie under his collar, ignoring Denise's remark. "I like the shirt and tie you picked out, honey."
"I'm glad," she purred, ready to strike. "The salesman at the mall enjoyed selling it to me.
A quizzical expression passed over his face, his eyebrows arching. "What the hell does that mean?"
"It means, my darling husband, that the salesman presented me with your shirt and tie as a gift, after I fucked him!"
"You're crazy."
"Maybe ... but not stupid." Denise's soft features hardened. "What the matter, don't you believe me?"
"Hell no," he groaned, then gave a faint laugh. "You had me going for a second, I got to admit that." Smiling at himself in the mirror, he began to knot his tie.
"Maybe this'll help," Denise said sharply, trying again. "While you were fucking Carla in the office, I was fucking the salesman in return for your shirt and tie." She gulped: it was out.
Ron's face turned rigid. His eyes narrowed into slits. He yanked the tie off. "You're out of your fucking mind, do you hear me?" He ignored her professed adultery, thinking ahead, wondering if she really did know about him and Carla.
"I'm not out of my mind, darling," Denise snapped. "I saw Carla come into the shop. I waited in the car until you put the closed sign in the door. Then I went to the mall and ran your errand. I gave the salesman what you were getting from Carla."
"I wasn't getting anything from Carla." His voice has gotten louder. "She was in town and stopped by. We had lunch while you were gone, that's all." He didn't, he couldn't, believe she would do what she had said. It was uncomprehensible. Denise had never cheated and never would. This must be a clever way to trick me into finding out if I'm fooling around, he told himself.
"How about this morning?" she retorted, saving the wedding for the final stab. "You went out with Carla; I got even. I fucked Tony, the man who did my hair." She smiled. "You like it?" She displayed her head of curls proudly, her chin held high.
His face was so stiff, it looked as if it were going to crack.
"You'd be surprised how much money I'm saving, with you fucking Carla and me getting even. I didn't have to tip Tony ... a free shirt and tie...." She glared hatefully at him. "Still don't believe I know what's been going on?"
He was wary. She still had no proof of his affair. "You're making this up. I don't know why, for Chrissake! You must be going crazy.
Sue's marriage must be a strain on you; and Sue's coming here in an hour with Paul, so let's get ready." He started to fix his tie again.
"How come you're so concerned about Sue now?" Denise asked, ready to drop the bomb. "You weren't too concerned at the wedding reception."
"I don't know what you're talking about." He felt as if someone had him by the balls, but his face didn't show it, not a flinch.
"You're pretty good. The look of innocence. I got even for the wedding, too."
He tried bluffing it through. "Help me with my tie, will ya?" His voice didn't betray his turmoil.
"You still going to wear that shirt and tie after knowing I fucked the salesman for it?"
His hands clenched into fists, then he grabbed her by the arm. "Cut the shit, Denise! No more games!"
"You're right." She yanked her arm away. "No more games. I saw you with Carla at the wedding reception. I was standing outside when you closed the door and Carla was waiting for you in panties and bra. I heard you talking to her on the phone this morning, promising to meet her while I was at the beauty parlor. See, Ron, no more games. What you were getting from Carla, I was giving away, or trading. I figure we're even now." Denise was shaking. The dam of her emotions had been broken.
"You whore," he snarled.
She laughed, an hysterical noise. "I'm a whore, but what are you, and what is Carla, and what kind of father would fuck the maid of honor at his own daughter's wedding, and maybe ruin the happiest day of her life? Tell me the answer to that, you bastard!" Her voice had risen higher until she ended on a screeching note.
Ron tried controlling himself. "I know what I did was wrong, but Christ, I'm only human. Carla threw herself at me."
She thought of Frank Trent, her shy bookkeeping teacher. He had succumbed when she threw herself at him. But he wasn't married. He wasn't at his daughter's wedding. "I could have forgiven you that," Denise said, "maybe. Doing it at the wedding reception couldn't be forgiven. It became more than fucking a hot young bitch who did everything but rape you ... it involved your daughter. You could have made the wedding a day she would hate, instead of one she would cherish." She caught her breath. "Going back to Carla for second and third helpings, I couldn't forgive either."
Ron knew she was right. If Sue had walked in on him and Carla ... he refused to think of it. "You're still a fucking whore."
"Maybe. You told me once, if I was going to do something, I should do it right, or not at all. I believe I did this time. The spa, my night course, the beauty parlor, I used to do all that so you would appreciate me more-but no-you shit on me. So I turned the tables and used them to satisfy myself and get even."
Dead silence.
"Can we put this behind us?" Denise asked. She kept from throwing herself at him and beg forgiveness.
Ron's mind was churning. "I-I don't ... know. The others, I don't think I can forget about what you've done."
"What about you? Carla? I'm willing to try, if you are." Her heart was breaking, but she stood her ground. "Unless you want Carla."
He grimaced. "I don't want Carla; I want you." He looked at her, possibly loving her more because she got even, instead of bearing it silently like a martyr. She was one classy woman.
"If you want me," she said, "I hope you'll show it a little more than you have been. Before Carla, I was beginning to feel as if I had been shelved." A tear streamed down her face. "It made me feel old, unwanted, and then Carla was the last straw."
"I know I've been a heel." His glacier exterior melted. His face registered shame. "I've been preoccupied lately. Sue ... her marriage ... I'll be forty in a few months ... the thought of being a grandfather crossed my mind a few times too. Carla was a tonic, a slip back into youth." He had bared his soul, his hidden fears.
Denise saw it in his face. She reached behind her and silently unzipped her evening dress. She let it fall. Slowly, she walked toward him, her fingers running through her carefully fixed hair, tousling it out of its perfect look, letting it caress her shoulders.
She dropped to her knees, her hands at his belt. Her fingers brought his cock out in the open for her pleasure. "Your cock doesn't look old." She kissed the stiffening cock she held.
Ron tore off his shirt, threw it across the room with the tie. "Baby," he moaned to his wife as her warm urgent mouth licked and sucked the length of his prick. "Never again."
She eased him back carefully to the bed, then pushed. When he plopped onto the mattress, she whisked off his pants and shorts. "What if Carla phones?"
"What if I need another shirt?" He grinned; she giggled. The tension eased. He lay back, content to let Denise suck his cock.
"I've never wanted anything but your cock," she sighed. Her tongue burned a sizzling wet path up Ron's long prick, now hard and throbbing with vigor. Her mouth slid down to his weighty balls, soaked the thickskinned ball sac with her spit. "Just your cock." She nibbled on his thick prickshaft at the base, her teeth making Ron groan.
She pushed him back until he lay flat on the bed. She crawled toward the meaty prick towering above his groin, unhooking her bra as she got between his long hairy legs.
"Remember how you used to suck these for "hours?" The bra had been discarded; Denise was squeezing her tits together.
"Bring them to my mouth. It's been too long."
"Later, first I want to get to know your body again." Denise began to nibble on her husband's muscular frame. She went from his toes, her tongue wetting along the way, to his thick heavy thighs. Here, she became less gentle, sucking and making red welts, chewing, leaving the imprint of her sharp teeth in his tough skin.
"Baby," he groaned, twisting on his back. "Save some of me for later."
Her mouth reached his prick, and she gnawed on his overgrown cockshaft, her tongue a whip, slashing his prick with warm drool. She moaned, sending vibrations through his cockshaft, then plunged down on his prick and sucked. She made his balls rumble.
"Aggghhhhh," Ron groaned heatedly. "Easy! Easy!" He slammed up, fucking into her throat. Her teeth clamped around his hard cockshaft. "Aghhhhh!"
She held him prisoner for a long tormenting moment, then eased her jaw apart, releasing him. She brought her mouth to his cock again and gave him a kiss, then came up and straddled his thigh. "Now it's time for your cream bath." She was swooning in heavenly joy; she had her husband back.
"My cock is busting at the seams, baby. It needs your sweet pussy." He grabbed her by the hips.
"It'll have my pussy soon enough," she vowed, gripping his cockshaft tightly in her hand, then releasing his prick. Her cunt touched his hairy thigh, squishing down against the leg, bathing the skin with sudsy froth from her pussy. "Feel my juices? I'm creaming just for you." She soaked one leg, then the other until he was drenched. "Now for the most important leg of all."
"I thought you forgot." He was aching, his prick thumping, his balls sore, heavy with cum. "Climb on, baby, make your husband happy."
She straddled his powerful body, his prick poking her thighs as she found her place above him. She could feel his cock twitch impatiently to be buried inside her pussy. She leered hotly into her husband's face, reached down between her legs, grabbed his hulking cock in her fist. She dragged the bloated prickhead through her cunt, a spasmodic attack hitting her from all sides. She trembled, almost collapsing in a heap.
"In, baby. Stick the fucking thing in ya!" He grabbed at her hips, but she shook him away.
"Not yet," she gasped, "I want to treasure each second as if it were a lifetime."
Ron dropped his arms to the bed, willing to let Denise make their bodies ache in passion. "You're the boss." He steeled himself and waited, feeling her trickling cunt-cream oozing down his prickhead as she continued to gouge his cock through her pussy. "For now."
She dropped his prick. "Before I put you in me, I want you soaked in my cunt juice. Every fucking inch of you." She worked her cunt up to his groin. Beads of foamy cream adhered to his thick mat of hair. Coming up his heavy frame, she soaked his chest with her overflowing cunt, then straddled his head. Above his mouth was her pussy-red, glistening, swollen with passion. "Kiss it, my darling. Like you used to." She waited, trembling, hoping he would forget the other men, praying he would.
In his hazy lust-induced stupor, Ron gazed up into the hot glistening cunt looming above his face. A shuddering spasm ripped through his gut. She had been unfaithful, but he decided to bury the past as he grabbed her hips and smashed her cunt down onto his mouth. Her soft wet cuntmeat on his lips, he drank her sticky fuck syrup. The past forgotten.
"Ahhhhhh!" she squealed. From the way he was eating her, she knew everything was all right again. "Ooooo, Ronnnn!"
Her hips wriggled in utter delight. Her cunt creamed his face in a pool of buttery pussy sauce. Her body writhed. Her tits shook. Her hair of soft brown curls fell about her face and neck, her head languid on her shoulders.
Ron gobbled on Denise's pussy, tongue and mouth working in time to bring his wife shuddering bliss. His tongue slithered into the steamy depths of her pulsing cunthole and lapped at the spongy pussy walls. Her whimpering cries of undying pleasure was a welcomed sound that he had sadly missed. His hands mauled her jiggling ass, moving to her rotating frenzied hips. His fingers came back to her ass, stroked the deep dark crack, split her cuntlips apart.
His prick was hurting, towering above his granite groin. He sucked, then chewed on his wife's gooey cuntlips, savoring the exquisite taste. His tongue slid through the slippery opening of her pussy, snatching up the sticky fuck juices that constantly streamed past her cuntlips. His hands skimmed up her squirming body, pawed the flesh of her tits, gouging into the resilient tit meat.
"Ron! Ohhhhh!" She rocked, leaned against the headboard. Her eyes were cast down at her husband's face snug between her legs. "Ohhhhh, Ron, your mouth and tongue makes me cream. You haven't lost your touch."
Ron was lost in the sweet taste of her cunt. Her velvety pussy lips were slippery and hot to his tongue and mouth. He had almost forgotten how scrumptious she really was.
Denise shivered in a blaze of. flashing orgasms that whipped through her body. They originated in her cunt, where her husband was sucking her dry. She trembled and thudded against the wall and headboard, her body wrenching in excitement.
Denise tumbled off his mouth, whimpering like a baby. She crawled back to him, kissing his cum-stained mouth, licking off her warm sudsy cream. She cleaned his face with her tongue, licked under his chin, catering to him, lavishing her affection on the one man she loved and cherished.
Her warm tongue, fanning the flames of his passion, made him groan. His hands drifted up and down her soft sensuous body. He loved his wife. He would do his utmost to make her the happiest woman alive, try to make up for his transgressions.
She worked her mouth down his body, lapping up the sticky pussy-cream she had left in her wake on her travels up to his mouth. Reaching his cock, she slurped her mouth around his prick, slipping his cock tight into her mouth. Gliding wetly, her drooling lips bathed his prick once again in spit.
She looked up. "Roll over." Her voice wavered. Her eyes seemed to glow like a cat's eyes in the dark. Her face was smeared in spit and cunt-cream. "Roll over, and I'll eat out your ass."
Ron moaned in anticipation. It had been ages since they had played like this. He stretched his aching body and rolled to his stomach, presenting his wife with his ass.
"Nothing I like better than a nice ass," she rasped huskily. She spread her legs. Her nails clawed the backs of his hairy thighs, his ball sac, the cheeks of his ass. She growled somewhere deep in her throat and dropped down in one fell swoop, gorging herself on her husband's meaty ass cheeks. When she had enough chewing, she tickled the ring of his asshole with the tip of her pink tongue.
"Denise, it feels wonderful." His ass jerked, his cock crushed into the mattress, his wife's mouth pressing him down. "Dennnisssse!" He humped, his cock rubbing the bedspread. Her teeth were sharp and painfully erotic.
Denise skimmed her hands under Ron's heavy body and gripped his steel-beamed cock. She squeezed his prick tight at the bulky base. Holding his cock, she snipped her teeth on his humping ass. His cock shifted in her tight grip. Her face burrowed between the ass cheeks, her tongue searching for the tiny wrinkled assring.
"My hole," he bellowed. "Ream my hole with your tongue!"
Denise had every intention of reaming his ass. She forced the muscled ring apart with her squiggling tongue, going in deep, her tongue fully extended. She felt his cock throb in her grasping lingers as she snaked into his asshole.
"Aghhhhhh!" Ron roared. He twisted. "No more!" He tried to free himself from his demonic wife, thrashing on the bed in a passionate stupor. "No more." He didn't try very hard to get away from her fabulous digging tongue. He remained sprawled out on the bed, loving the passionate torture. "Nooooo ... more...."
Denise was lost in a fog of sensations. She was delirious. Her tongue plunged deep, her face pushing his body into the bed. She battled him from getting up, his humping ass jarring her out of her blissful fog. Her tongue came out. "How do you want it, my husband?"
He rolled over, grabbed her wrist and flung her back on the bed. Climbing between her outstretched legs, he aimed his cock for her seeping juicy pussy. His cock was hard and thick.
"Like this," he answered, and lunged.
Her soft humping body became brittle as his cock fucked to the very depths of her pulsing hot cunt. Her back arched, her legs stiffened, and she went berserk. She came lunging up, twisting, churning, screwing herself on his cock. Her clit smashed into his groin with each upward slam. Her fleshy tits jiggled and shook. Aching with lust, the nipples were red, erect, swollen, ready to burst.
Ron watched his wife's fantastic reaction to his plunging thrust, rode the full fury of her response until she dropped back on the bed. When she was whimpering like a puppy, he eased out, then fucked back with twice the force, catapulting her into another stormy reaction.
Denise was propelled higher. Her nails clawed his brawny arms, her soft body smashing into his hard rigid muscular body. She pulled herself up, her arms around his neck, and kissed him with frantic and wet urgent kisses. "Your cock feels so good, honey." She squirmed; her snake-like moves wriggled her body against the one man she loved and wanted, grinding her pussy on his bulky Cock and crushing her clit into his groin. She dropped back, hysterical, crazed out of her skull. "Pump me, honey. Make me feel your cock deep inside me."
Ron did. He fucked deep with hard violent jabs. Each one carried Denise higher into ecstasy and him closer to blasting his load. Harder and faster, his body slammed. Every muscle, every tendon, every bone in his heavy frame moved with their ultimate power as he gave his wife the best fuck of her life. His hips kept ramming, his cock kept skewering. His face was a tight mask of crimson lust. He fucked like a machine made of human muscle, fucking at a fast clip.
"Oh God, honey! Oh fuck! You don't know how I've missed this!" Her legs circled his jabbing hips, her heels digging into the sinewy muscles of his back as he slammed her pussy over and over again. "Oh, my darling! It feels wonderful! Wonderful!" she moaned. "Wonderful!"
"I know!" Ron grunted back in the midst of his delirium.
As he fucked Denise's bubbling-hot pussy which clung to his rigid cockshaft, his whacking fucks were greeted with the soft thuds of her body. His eyes stared into her wild flaming eyes, and he watched the lewd expression contorting his beautiful wife's face.
She squirmed in response to his quick slams, twisted in answer to his leering gaze. She was crazed with love and passion. Each demanding plunge of Ron's cock had her soaring in bliss. She was near her climax.
"Uh, Denise, Denise!" he groaned, his head about to explode like a pressure cooker about to blow its lid. His prick wasn't far behind. "Denise, I love you."
His thrusts shifted into high gear. His cock fucked into her vulnerable body, hurling Denise over the precipice into heaven.
"I'm cumming, darling!" she squealed. "Oh, I'm cumming!" Her mind soared along with her body; her husband was making her cream! She rewarded him with a gyrating twist of her hips and a deluge of pulsing throbs with her clinging cunt muscles.
"I'm creaming, I'm creaming!" She went soaring into bliss, her orgasm overtaking her like a tidal wave, engulfing her in its turbulent fury.
Ron weathered the violent undercurrent of his wife's raging orgasm, and, in the process, his cock blasted. Hot cunt muscles tugged at his fucking prick. Scalding cunt-cream drenched his cockshaft. The overpowering heat reached his balls. He was cumming like never before.
"I'm cumming too!" Ron growled. His deep voice added to the high-pitched shrieks of his climaxing wife.
"I know," Denise shrieked back, "I know!"
Hot liquid gobs of cum flooded Denise's boiling-hot cunt. Squirts splattered deep, her body open completely to his assault. Her husband's cum ignited fires of passion within her like lava burning a path of destruction.
"Oh, I feel your cum, honey," she cried, "I feel it!"
Denise went into wild contortions. Her oozing cum mixed in a volatile solution with his spurting lava of cum. It gushed from her cunt with each horrendous plunge of his stiff hard cock. There was only so much room in her pussy. What she couldn't hold or absorb oozed out.
Recklessly, they slammed into one another. The bed groaned in protest under the steady pounding. Ron fucked hard and deep, smashing her into the mattress, his cock still bubbling out his lava-cum like a rupturing volcano.
Denise absorbed his delicious punishment, giving him some of her own. She raised her hips for that one split second when he came ramming down, twisted and screamed as her clit was mangled into a pulpy raw piece of flesh under the bombardment of thrusts and counter-thrusts.
"Oh, Ron! I love youuu!" Delirious, out of her mind, Denise floated in heavenly bliss. She was high in the clouds, where everything was joy. All of her senses were heightened, appreciating the fucking fury of her husband's spouting cock. "Oh, my darling!"
Ron's face was screwed up in an expression of lust-lust for his wife and her pussy. He fucked her, his arms shaking from the strain of holding her. With the last squirt of his cock, he collapsed on top of her, pounding himself into her until his hollow balls echoed their emptied condition. He let out a groan as his hips slowed, then stopped, his cock dripping with the last precious drops of his cum.
Denise came skittering down along with him. Her legs released him, but her arms still clung to him while she trembled back to earth and the safety of her husband's love.
"Oh, Ron, it was absolutely wonderful!" She showered him with kisses. "Sooo wonder ful."
Ron returned her kisses, held her tenderly, basking in the loving attention his wife was giving him. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. "Hey, what time is it? We better get dressed; Sue should be here soon."
The doorbell rang, and its chimes drifted lazily through the house. It made Denise giggle. "I think they're here now."
Denise got out of bed and slipped on her robe. "I'll go down and let them in."
"I'll start getting dressed." He climbed weakly out of bed, his limp cock dangling.
"Okay. I'll be right up," Denise said, starting for the stairs.
Twenty minutes later, a grinning Ron came downstairs. He gave his daughter a kiss. "You look terrific. Your mother will be right down."
Denise descended the stairs, blushing. She went quickly to Ron and put her arm around his waist.
Sue giggled and looked at her mother's radiant face. "You look more like a bride than I do."
"I feel like one," Denise said, hugging Ron. The four left to celebrate.
