Most of us lead two lives--real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of becoming a famous athlete. And then there are sexual fantasies--wild dreams that we seldom expect to see come true.
In this story, Monica Winslow has learned to be honest with her sexual desire and she becomes a woman whom many would brand a slut and others would merely call liberated. She is a woman dedicated to becoming a sexually liberated soul--a person who not only feels sexually free, but who has been compelled to unshackle others from the bonds of Puritanism.
THE WIFE'S NAUGHTY PICTURES deals with a volatile issue, an issue that government has tried to define, that churches have tried to repress, that swingers have tried to advocate--but perhaps the answer lies with the individual. Let he or she decide his own standard of morality where sex between consenting individuals is concerned, just as Monica Winslow has done.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Nothing might have happened had she gone to work that day. Monica Winslow had a part-time job as a secretary in a law office. Her husband owned a used-car agency and he was successful enough so that she didn't need to work, but she wanted to keep busy, to keep in touch with the world. A part-time job downtown had seemed like a good idea. She was always so restless.
Charlie was a decent husband, but she was thirty-four years old and she was just not getting enough sex. She knew that was the problem. A woman her age needed steady fucking. All her friends said so. She believed it. She could feel it. Everything she read said she was in her prime. Charlie was only a few years older than she was, but he was more interested in his business than in anything else. Except maybe football. Certainly not her poor deprived pussy. On this day when she had decided for no very good reason to call in sick at her job, an eighteen-year-old boy was standing on her doorstep claiming he had a television set to deliver.
"Are you sure?" she said, looking him up and down, noticing the bulge in the crotch of his tight jeans. "There must be some mistake. "I don't remember buying a television set."
"Is this the Winslow house? Charles T. Winslow?"
"Yes, it is."
The boy looked at her as though she were a little crazy. "The set's all paid for," he said with a shrug. "Charles T. Winslow. Maybe your husband forgot to tell you about it, Mrs. Winslow."
He was right, of course. Charlie had bought another TV set and hadn't told her about it.
"I don't know where it belongs," she said.
The boy looked at his pad. "I'm to pick up a black-and-white trade-in."
"Then it must be the bedroom," Monica sighed. She was nervous. Her mind kept returning to sex, to the question of what this boy would look like without clothes, to wondering how he would fuck. She was being ridiculous. She hadn't fucked anyone except Charlie during the whole fifteen years of their marriage. She wouldn't even know how to start.
I'm just a horny housewife, she thought. The kid would leave and things would be back to normal again.
No chance. When the boy carried in the new TV set to the bedroom, her eyes followed his cute little ass. She had always been turned on by the muscles in a man's ass, by the image of a man's ass pumping his cock. Every muscular curve of the boy's ass seemed revealed by his tight jeans. She wanted her hands on his asscheeks. She would do things to him she had never done with Charlie. Charlie was just too ordinary for certain things, certain secret things that sometimes appeared in her fantasies. God, what a filthy mind she had!
After the boy had the new TV installed and the old one in the truck, he came into the house with papers to sign. She glanced again and again at the bulge of his cock. She couldn't help it. She was so damn horny she thought she'd faint. She realized that for some reason she was at a turning point in her life. She was going to fuck this boy. She just knew it.
Poor Charlie. It served him right for giving her such a dull sex-life. She needed some excitement, something to keep her glands working, otherwise she would dry up and die. It was time. She needed this boy, needed him more than he could ever know.
The problem was how. How did she begin something with a kid almost young enough to be her son?
"How about a Coke?" she said, her eyes turned away to hide her uncertainty. When she looked at him again, he was grinning.
"I'll have a beer," he said. "If you've got it."
His eyes were on her tits, on the swell of her boobs under her thin blouse. She blushed and felt her nipples stiffen. When he followed her into the kitchen, she found herself trembling. He might be young enough to be her son, but he was definitely in command of things.
They played games with their eyes. He boldly looked her over, his eyes resting again and again on her quivering tits. She wore no bra. Her tits were big enough so that whenever she moved they jiggled noticeably. The thin cotton of her blouse did nothing to hide the size and shape of her long thick nipples.
The bulge in the crotch of his jeans fascinated her. He looked like he had a very big cock. She had never thought very much about the sizes of cocks, but now that she was so hungry for fucking she realized the size of a man's cock could be important. A big cock meant there was more to play with, more to suck and touch and feel inside. She wanted to feel and feel and feel.
He was aware of the way she looked at his crotch and he seemed to make no effort to hide the bulge of his cock. There was nothing bashful about him. He seemed very self-assured, very much at ease in the company of a woman. She wondered about his girlfriends. She pictured his hard young cock drilling a line of sweet young pussies. He was the sort of boy she'd been crazy about in high school--athletic body, nice eyes and a cute smile. He was the sort of boy that made her think of cocksucking. She wouldn't mind sucking his lovely cock for hours and hours. She wouldn't mind drinking his come, swallowing his hot load of jism down her throat.
I'm wetting my pants, she thought. The kid had her so turned on, she no longer knew what she was doing.
The most important question of all was whether he was as hot for it as she was. She couldn't tell. How embarrassing it would be to make a move and be rejected! She tried gauging the bulge in his crotch to determine if he had a hard-on, but she couldn't decide. If his cock were packed downward into jockey shorts, a hard-on would be difficult to see. Maybe it didn't matter. He had the look of a stud. Maybe he would want to fuck whether he had a stiff cock now or not. He would get it up fast. A boy his age could get his cock up almost instantly and stay hard forever. God, how she wanted him!
She talked to him about his job, blushing under the gaze of his knowing eyes. Mean eyes. She shivered as she thought of all the nasty things a man might do to a woman. She found it exciting to imagine he was a little sadistic. Maybe it was what she needed.
"I think I'll have a beer with you," she said. She had to keep her hands busy, or else she would fidget and look foolish. The crotch of her panties was soaked with cunt juice. Could he smell it? If dogs could smell a bitch in heat, could men smell a woman?
God, I'm a slut! she thought.
She let him open her beer can and then it happened. He closed his strong fingers around her slender wrist.
"I think you want more than just a beer," he said.
She trembled. She hadn't expected him to make the first move. She had been trying to get up enough courage for it and now it had suddenly become so easy.
They were standing. She moved closer to him and then a moment later she gasped when he boldly put his hand on her tit.
She remained motionless, her eyes closed, her mind focused on the feel of his hand. He hefted the weight of her tit and fingered her stiff nipple.
"You've got a lot of nerve," she said in a quavering voice. As much as she wanted what was happening, she felt a need to protest. He ignored her. His hand played with her tit as though she were a toy.
"I'd like to ball you," he said evenly. "Why bother with bullshit. You've been doing nothing but staring at my cock for the last twenty minutes."
She blushed. Her pussy gushed cunt juice. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so turned on. How forceful he was! She had the feeling there would be no need for her to do anything--he would do it all.
"I'm old enough to be your mother," she said. "This is crazy."
He laughed. "That just means the fucking will be better. Little girls are a pain in the ass."
She stood there without moving as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders to expose her heavy tits.
"Nice!" he said quietly, his voice an admiring whisper. "I knew they would be nice. I could tell by the way they bounced under your blouse."
He held up a tit in each hand, squeezing them gently as though they were melons to be tested for ripeness. She loved having her tits lifted from underneath like that. Her dark nipples stuck out like hard little spikes ready to be kissed and sucked. He teased them, rolling the turgid nubs between his fingers and pulling them out to watch them bounce back. She groaned at the sweet feel of it. It seemed unreal. She was standing there with her naked tits in the hands of this boy and she didn't even know his name!
Then he lowered his head to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. Swabbing it with his tongue, he chewed and sucked on it until she quivered and moaned. It was heavenly. She watched his mouth move over her tit and her knees were so weak she thought she would fall.
Poor Charlie. He had never really learned how to suck her tits. This eighteen-year-old boy was much better at it than he was!
She was cheating on Charlie and she didn't give a damn! How marvelous it was to have a warm mouth sucking on her boob in just the right way! She was a woman and she needed it.
When the boy pulled his mouth off her tit and straightened up, she shuddered and covered her tits with her hands.
"My name is Monica," she said softly.
Grinning, he pulled her hands away to uncover her tits again. "Monica, meet Clyde."
Unbuckling his belt, he pulled the zipper of his fly down and pushed his jeans to his thighs.
Her naked tits vibrating, she stared at the bulge in his white jockey shorts. His cock was bent downward, but it was definitely hard. She could clearly make out his thick cockshaft and the outline of his fat knob. He chuckled at the intense interest revealed by her face.
"Go on," he said. "Pull them down. Get my cock out."
Purring, she moved forward, ran her hands over the muscles of his belly and finally gripped the waistband of his jockey shorts. Tugging downward, she unveiled his long thick cock.
It was a gorgeous cock, a slab of masculine fuck-meat designed to drive a woman wild. The shaft was thick and heavily veined, his cockhead fat and tight. His ball-bag was a perfect pink color, leathery and covered with fine blonde hair and the balls inside looked big enough to hold a gallon of jism.
He was waiting. She knew what he wanted. She had been thinking about it since the beginning, wondering how to manage it without coming off as a slut, but now that she was looking at his cock she realized the most natural thing in the world was to suck it. His juicy cockhead, already dripping syrup, called for a mouth.
Sitting down on a chair, she pulled him forward and closed her mouth over the spongy knob of his cock.
"Oh, yeah!" he breathed. "Do it, baby! Give it head!"
She sucked and lapped and slurped and then relaxed when he took over. He began fucking her mouth, moving his big cock in and out with a slow rhythm, his hands playing with her ears, his ass pumping smoothly. She kept her lips fixed in a firm ring. She loved it. He was fucking her face and it was the most delicious thing that had happened to her in ages!
He's all cock! she thought. The boy was only eighteen and he was all cock!
Her mouth was stuffed. Each time he pumped forward, his spongy cockhead jabbed at the back of her throat and almost made her gag. He was an expert. He always pulled back in time to give her room. She loved the smell of him. She loved the way his big balls bounced against her chin each time his cock pushed forward to stuff her face.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth without coming.
Breathing heavily, her lips wet with her saliva, she looked up at him. "Please!" she groaned. "Let's go to the bedroom!"
He fisted his cock and chuckled. "I was thinking about that."
In the bedroom, they faced each other and undressed. She was conscious of the lushness of her body, of the way his eyes roamed over her tits and ass and cunt bush.
She was not bashful about looking at him. He had a lean hard body and now that she was naked his cock looked even bigger than before.
She moved into his arms and kissed him, pressing her tits against his chest, rubbing her cunt bush over his cock and balls.
Her arms around him, she moved her hands down over his back to the firm cheeks of his ass. She loved the feel of his body. She ran her fingertips over his muscular butt, daringly tickled the surface of the deep crack between his asscheeks and cupped his hard flesh with her palms.
"Your ass turns me on," she whispered.
"What about my cock?"
"That too."
"Suck it some more. I like getting head."
Seated on the edge of the bed, she took his cock in her mouth again. She cupped one hand under his balls, her fingers probing his nuts and pulling his ball-bag away from his body.
"Take it easy!" he grunted. "You'll pull the fucking things off!"
She sucked gluttonously on his hot prick. She let her saliva drool out of her mouth to run over his cockshaft and soon her mouth was making slurping noises as it bobbed up and down on his fuck-pole.
"Come on," he said. "Kneel on the bed and I'll fuck you. I've got to get going. There's a truck full of stuff out there waiting to be delivered."
She was uncertain about what he wanted, then she realized he wanted her kneeling so he could take her from behind.
She had never been fucked that way and the idea of it was thrilling. She knelt near the edge of the bed with her head and shoulders down on the mattress and her ass in the air. Clyde was behind her. She knew he could see everything. She shivered as she thought of his eyes on her cunthole and asshole. She was so exposed and vulnerable! When she felt his hands caressing her asscheeks, a low moan came out of her throat.
He ran his fat cockhead up and down the slit of her cunt, spreading her cuntlips and wetting his knob with her cunt juice. He played with her, teased her by stretching the mouth of her cunthole and then pulling away. He used both thumbs to stretch her cunthole wide open, so open that she could feel the coolness of the air on the hot flesh of her crotch.
It was hard to believe that he was just a kid. He seemed to know more about fucking than men twice his age!
"Please!" she groaned. "Give it to me! Stick it in!"
Her asking for it was apparently what he was waiting for. A moment later she felt his cockhead stretching the mouth of her cunthole and then pushing forward to ream her cunt channel.
"Oh, God, yes!" she cried. "Fuck me!"
"Like it, baby!"
"It's marvelous! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
They were soon rocking in a grunting fuck, the boy slamming his fuckmeat in and out of her dripping cunt with pile-driving strokes. It wasn't long before she was coming, her throat gargling out sounds of pleasure as she shuddered with each thrust of his powerful cock.
It was the best fuck she'd ever had in her life.
"I'm leaving my phone number on the dresser," he said. "I gotta run, baby. Call me sometime, huh?"
When she heard the front door of the house slam, she rose off the bed with a groan and went to the bathroom. Putting one foot up on the toilet seat, she watched his jism ooze out of her cunt.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day the guilt hit her and she became desperate. Dropping her pants for the first brawny kid to walk into the house was something awful. She'd behaved like a slut. If she kept it up it would wreck her marriage. She didn't want that. She needed Charlie. They'd been married too long for her to Start living alone. A kid like Clyde could give her sex, but nothing else.
The answer, of course, was to wake up Charlie, get him turned on to her needs. She had to try. She owed the marriage that much.
She went to a downtown shop that specialized in daring lingerie and bought some things to turn Charlie on. She bought a transparent black negligee, a flimsy pair of bikini panties and a sheer bra that would show all of her nipples. The saleswoman, a middle-aged blonde with knowing eyes, suggested a garter belt and stockings.
"Gets them all the time," the woman leered.
"I've never worn a garter belt," Monica said stupidly.
"Try it, honey. It'll work wonders!"
Monica remembered the pictures she'd seen in men's magazines. Many of the girls wore garter belts and stockings and they usually looked terribly sexy. Or maybe the girls looked sexy because they had their pussies exposed. It was all so terribly confusing. She took the saleswoman's advice and bought a thin black garter belt and two pairs of dark stockings.
"Have a good time, honey!" the saleswoman leered.
Monica dressed up for Charlie on one of the nights he worked late. She tried everything on and decided the saleswoman had been right about the garter belt and stockings. She wore them under the negligee without a bra and without panties. She looked so lewd in the mirror she had to control herself to avoid falling into an orgy of masturbation.
A pair of black sandals with three-inch heels finished the ensemble. By the time she finished touching up her make-up and spraying perfume at all the critical spots, she was so damn horny her pussy threatened to dribble juice all over her new stockings!
When Charlie came home, she handed him a drink and smiled at his ogling eyes.
"What the fuck is going on?" he said.
"You don't give me enough attention. I thought I ought to do something about it."
He looked her up and down. She could tell by his face that he was getting turned on. She was happy. She found reasons to walk around, giving him a show, teasing him with shadowy glimpses of her bare ass and cunt bush and swinging tits through the filmy negligee. He was wild about the garter belt and stockings. She drove him crazy by showing him her legs all sleek in dark hose and her thighs creamy white in contrast to the black garter straps.
"Do you like it?" she asked, sitting down opposite him and crossing her legs. "Do I look sexy?"
"You look like a hooker," he said quietly. "It's not you." Damn you! she thought. I'm just a woman! In a panic, she went to him, pulled him to his feet and threw her arms around his neck.
"Make love to me!" she pleaded.
She pressed her belly against his crotch, squirming her hips, rubbing her pussy against his slowly hardening cock. She cooed in his ear, telling him how much she wanted him.
"Jesus, Monica, what's come over you?" he gasped.
"You've got a hard-on--I can feel it!"
"Sure I've got a hard-on. With you dressed up like that, who wouldn't?" She realized she was almost dry-fucking him right there in the middle of the living room. His cock felt wonderful against her belly. She ran her hands over his arms and shoulders, pressed her mouth against his and pushed her tongue halfway down his throat. Charlie was no expert at French kissing and he soon had to come up for air.
"Jesus fucking Christ, take it easy!"
She groaned when he put his hands on her ass. Wriggling her butt under his fingers, she squirmed her tits against his chest and breathed in his ear.
"I want your big fat cock!"
"Sure, baby, sure, whatever you want. Doesn't Charlie always give you what you want?"
"Sit on the sofa, honey. Let me do everything!"
When he sat down, she stood before him and smiled seductively. She unfastened her negligee and slipped it off her body. Tossing the negligee away, she palmed her tits, lifting and cupping the heavy globes, pulling her nipples out into rubbery stalks.
She watched his eyes rake up and down her body. She was wearing only the garter belt and stockings and shoes and she had her thick dark cunt bush swaying in front of his face.
"Do you like my pussy, Charlie?"
"You know I do."
"As much as when we first got married?"
"Sure," he said, his eyes fixed now on the bulge of her hairy cunt mound.
She was hot. Her nipples were stiff and her cunt was tingling. When she pressed her thighs together, she could feel the juice squishing between her cuntlips.
"Take your pants off, honey," she crooned. "Let me see your cock."
Unbuckling his belt and working on his zipper, Charlie pulled his pants and shorts down to his ankles. His cock reared up long and hard, his cockhead swollen and his pisshole brimming with juice. Monica was gratified. At least she still turned him on. There was still hope. There was also that lovely cylinder of fuck-meat that would ream her needy pussy deep and hard!
She moved forward and straddled his thighs. He might think she looked whorish, but she could see by his eyes that the garter belt and stockings turned him on. She hoped he was aroused enough to give her a good fuck. Charlie had a habit of quitting before she even got started. That was why she wanted to do it in the living room. In the bedroom he would be thinking about sleeping. There was really no way a woman could fuck a sleeping man--it just didn't work! She needed Charlie awake. She needed his cock hot and throbbing and paying attention to her hungry pussy!
She mewled with pleasure when Charlie's hands reached up to grab her tits. They hadn't fucked this way in years and she was remembering now how nice it could be. The position allowed her to control the action, to move as fast or as slow as she wanted.
She lowered her body now. One hand on his shoulder to balance herself, the other hand positioning his cockhead at the mouth of her cunthole, she squatted down and impaled her dripping pussy on his throbbing fuck-pole.
She was sopping wet. Torrents of juice ran out of her pussy to coat his cock and balls. She took all of him, filling her gaping cunt with his hard meat, groaning as she felt the delicious stretching.
"Oh, God, that's good!" she crooned.
How lewd she must look, sitting there on his cock wearing a garter belt and stockings! She felt wanton and depraved. She wanted to squirm and grunt and gyrate her ass like an animal, but she held herself back because she knew Charlie would be shocked. There were limits, weren't there? She could go crazy with someone like Clyde, but not with her husband.
She did squirm enough to get the feel of his whole cock in her cunt and then she slowly raised up, lifting her cunt-channel off his fuck-pole until she had just his fat cockhead inside. Charlie still had her tits in his hands and when he tugged down she moaned and impaled herself again.
"Come on!" Charlie hissed. "Get moving!"
Yes, she had to move the way he wanted. She had to pump him. She had to drive her cunt-channel up and down on his meat until he got off. He didn't care about her. He wouldn't give her time to play a little, to get what she needed. He let her do the work, but she got nothing for it!
She pressed down on his cock, trying to force more of his throbbing meat into her pussy. She tried various angles and she managed to find one that gave her enough friction on her clit. Soon she was humping up and down on his fuck-pole, fucking him with a steady rhythm and getting her clit massaged at the same time.
"That's it, baby!" Charlie grunted. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and began chewing on it.
"Suck hard!" she groaned. Her hands clutching his shoulders, she rode him as though she were on horseback. His cock was just long enough so that she could feel his cockhead jabbing at her insides each time she came down on him. It was good. This was what a cock was made for. She could get off like this, if only he held back his load long enough. She used one hand to hold up the tit he was sucking. It felt good to have her boob in his mouth, to have him pulling on her swollen nipple while his cock stretched her cunthole and rubbed against her clit.
Moving faster now, fucking him in a frenzy, she closed her eyes and went to town. It was good fucking. She hadn't had so much fun with Charlie in years. How awful it would be if she didn't come! The tension was building up so bad now, she just had to get off!
He suddenly pulled his mouth off her tit and groaned. "Oh, shit, I'm coming! Yaaaaggghhh!"
She slammed her cunt down on his cock as he started spurting his hot jism. She got all of his load. At least she would get that much. She hadn't come, but it was nice to get a load of slippery jism in her pussy. Stuffing a wad of Kleenex in her crotch to keep his spunk from leaking out, she went to the bathroom to clean up.
Her cunt was flooded. She douched her pussy, peed and wiped herself. She held back the tears. Maybe she'd be able to get him up again. She wouldn't dare ask him to go down on her. He hardly ever did that and certainly not after he'd come. She would get his cock hard again and this time she would come.
Touching up her lipstick, she returned to the living room.
Snoring like an elephant, Charlie was fast asleep on the sofa.
The next morning Monica telephoned Clyde. It was hard to tell from the boy's voice whether he was surprised. "I thought you might stop off here if you're in the neighborhood," Monica said.
"Sure," he chuckled. "Put some beer in the frig."
Her hands trembled as she put the phone down. She found a six-pack in the kitchen and pushed it into the refrigerator. There was no way to avoid her guilt now. She had deliberately invited the boy to the house.
Clyde's truck arrived at noon.
When she let him in, it occurred to her for the first time that the truck was parked in front of the house. My God, the neighbors! she thought. This had to be the last time. If she saw him again, she would have to meet him somewhere. It was too dangerous this way.
Thoughts about the neighbors passed out of her mind when Clyde stripped his shirt off. Once again she found herself getting turned on by his hard young body.
"How about some beer?" he said.
He was so damn sure of himself! She brought out two cans of beer. She blushed as she watched him unbuckle his belt. This was what cheating was all about, she realized. No question, no doubts, no preliminaries. He had come to fuck her and there was no sense wasting any precious time.
Putting her beer down, she slipped off her blouse and unhooked her bra. She avoided his eyes as she massaged the undersides of her tits. Her cunt was on fire. God, how she needed fucking!
"I had a dream about your tits," Clyde grinned. He played with her tits as she finished undressing, holding them in his strong hands and pinching her nipples. When she was naked, he slipped one hand possessively over her bare ass. He was treating her as though he owned her and she loved it! The difference in their ages no longer mattered. He had taken possession of her. She felt a complete lack of will to do anything except what this boy wanted.
When they were both stripped, he pushed her shoulders down.
"Suck my cock," he said.
Taking hold of his cock, she lifted his fat cockhead to her lips. She could smell him. The male scent of his cock and balls brought a quiver to her pussy. Kneeling on the living-room rug, one hand holding the back of his thigh for support, she held his cock with the other hand and sniffed his pisshole.
Running her fingers up and down the veins of his cockshaft, she extended her tongue and began licking his velvety cockhead. She treated his knob as though it were an ice-cream cone. The more she licked, the more she liked the taste. He was completely hard now, his cock stiff at an upward angle and she had to bend it downward to get at his cockhead. After she had his knob thoroughly wet with her saliva, she licked down along his cockshaft to his balls. She licked his balls, first one egg and then the other and then she raised them up with her fingers and licked underneath.
She had never done anything like this with Charlie, not ever in fifteen years of marriage, not licking under his balls like this.
She ran her hand up and down Clyde's hairy thighs. She loved the feel of him, the way his muscles bulged under her fingers. He was an animal, a lean hard animal built for fucking.
Making a ring of her lips, she slipped her mouth over his swollen cockhead and gobbled up his cock until she had his knob at the back of her throat.
"Nice!" Clyde hissed. "That's good, Monica. That's very good. I like the way you give head. You've got class!"
She wanted to ask him if he'd been with a woman since the last time. She wondered how many women had sucked this gorgeous cock. Running around with that truck of his, he probably met hundreds of women. How many of them did he fuck?
Pulling back to his cockhead, she swirled her tongue over it and savored the salty taste of his juice. His knob was deliciously warm in her mouth, a spongy fruit perfect for sucking.
She was fascinated by how hard he was. Charlie sometimes got this hard, but not very often. It was thrilling to handle a big cock like this when it was hard as an iron bar.
She started sucking him with a steady-rhythm, bobbing her head up and down as she, mouth-fucked his cock, but soon he pulled his prick out of her mouth and playfully ran his wet cockhead over her nose.
"That's enough sucking," he said. "You've got a mouth like a vacuum cleaner, Monica! Let's fuck before I blow a load down your throat. Get your pussy into the bedroom."
After a final nibbling of his cockhead, she rose up and wiggled her way out of the room. She was drunk with the craziness of it all. He seemed to have a spell over her. How wanton she was! She wagged her ass at him as they moved into the bedroom.
She stretched out on her back on the bed with her legs apart to expose her oozing cunt.
When he looked at her, she raised her long slender legs up high and spread them open to show him all of her hairy crotch.
"I think you're asking me to eat you," he teased.
"Will you?"
"Maybe. But I call the shots, okay?"
She blushed. That was the way he wanted it and there was nothing she could do about it. He called the shots. Of course he did.
He was kneeling in front of her now. Was he really going to eat her pussy? Holding her breath, she looked down at him through her spread thighs. She was excited by the way he examined her, by the way his hot gaze raked over her gaping cunt.
She shivered as he ran a fingertip between her pouting cuntlips. He delved into the wetness of her cunt, spreading the lips apart, gazing at the pink-red meat. Then he looked at her face with mocking eyes.
"I'll eat that some other time," he said with a snicker. "I feel like fucking now."
She was disappointed, but then she felt him shifting forward to position his cockhead at the mouth of her cunthole. A moment later his hard cock was sliding smoothly into the depths of her yearning cunt.
The stretching of her pussy by his big cock brought a moan out of her throat. She squirmed her hips on the mattress, trying to get more of his meat inside her pussy. She no longer cared that she had a husband and a home and a marriage. She had a pussy full of hard male meat and that was all that counted.
"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Oh, God, fuck me!"
Holding her legs up on his arms, he began fucking her vigorously, each stroke of his cock causing her tits to wobble and her throat to gurgle with pleasure.
"You like that, baby?" he grinned.
"Oh, God, yes!"
He pushed her legs up higher, changing the angle so that his cock plunged deeper with each powerful thrust of his ass. She loved it. She loved the idea that she was completely in his power, that he was ravaging her tender pussy with his big hard cock.
He slammed away at her cunt, his chest heaving, his eyes fixed on her contorted face. She was thoroughly juiced up now and his cock made a squishing noise as it pistoned in and out of her gaping pussy.
Her head tossing back and forth on the pillow, she raised her ass up high to get the full force of his thrusting. She could feel his balls slapping against her asshole each time his cock pounded her juice-drenched fuck-channel. She tightened her legs around his back and began bucking her crotch back at his cock, meeting him stroke for stroke in a wild dance of lust.
"Oh, God, I'm coming!" she cried suddenly.
Her teeth chattering, her cunt quivering with one delicious spasm after the other, she gasped and groaned through an orgasm. The hot channel of her cunt grabbed tightly at his cock, her thighs and legs holding him fast. He continued fucking her. It was marvelous! He seemed able to go on and on. It was like having some kind of crazy fucking machine between her legs, a machine with a permanently hard cock that kept pounding her oozing cunt.
Then, finally, he began coming. She was hungry for it. She wanted his hot young jism spurting in her pussy. She wanted the feel of his muscles tensing and his hips pounding her as he came.
"Yaaaaaggggghhhhhhh!" he groaned.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Give it to me!"
He pumped away until his balls were drained and then he wriggled one last time before pulling out to roll away on the bed.
"God, what a lovely fuck!" Monica purred.
After cleaning herself up in the bathroom, she brought back a damp cloth and gently wiped the juice and jism off his cock and balls. She marveled at the semi-hardness of his cock. He had just fucked her and now he was apparently getting ready for a second round!
When he asked for a beer, she went meekly to the kitchen to get it for him. She had no idea why she found such pleasure in being subservient to him. He was a stranger and an eighteen year old at that. It was crazy. Yet the mere act of doing what he wanted brought a delicious shiver to her spine.
"Get me that bag," he said.
She brought him the small flight bag he'd carried into the house. Her eyes widened when he unzipped it and pulled out a Polaroid camera.
"I'd like some shots of your cunt," he said matter-of-factly. "You've got a pretty pussy."
"Oh, God, I don't know about that," she said. "I mean taking pictures is something I hadn't planned on."
He was silent for a time. Then he said, "Just a little posing, Monica. It's fun. After you see the pictures, you'll change your mind about it. Anyways, I thought you said you would do whatever I wanted."
She posed for pictures. She felt lewd and vulnerable at first, but then after a while she realized it was turning her on. She liked exhibiting her body. Since there was no part of her body more important than her cunt, she was thrilled at the idea of having a camera focused on her gaping pussy.
He took shots of her in various positions. Sometimes he had her on her back with her legs raised and sometimes he had her kneeling with her ass facing the camera. The shot she found most exciting had her sitting on a chair and looking directly at the camera with her legs wide open to show all of her cunt.
When he showed her the pictures, she trembled as she studied them. She had an urge to masturbate.
"Let me take a picture of your cock," she said.
She got him completely hard by pumping him with her fist. After she took the picture, she put the camera aside and sucked him off.
CHAPTER THREE
Monica decided it was much too dangerous to continue seeing Clyde in the house. Sooner or later the neighbors would notice or Charlie would arrive home unexpectedly and find them together. The thought of such a discovery was frightening.
She saw Clyde two or three times a week and each time they met somewhere in town. She usually took him to one of the motels near the airport. She paid for everything, of course, but she had no regrets about that. She had the money and the boy knew how to fuck her senseless. In addition, there was this thing they had going between them--a sort of master and slave routine--and she found that terribly exciting. Now that he had those pictures of her naked and showing her cunt, the power he had over her was very real. There were times when he even hinted that if she didn't behave herself when she was with him--which meant doing anything he wanted--he might get some of the pictures to Charlie. The thought of Charlie ever seeing those pictures terrified her. Clyde had her completely in his power and even if she enjoyed that, she was aware of how dangerous it was.
The first time Clyde suggested they meet at a place called The Georgia Peach, Monica was unhappy about it. It was a teenage hangout and she was really too old for a kid's beer joint. Clyde insisted, however and once again she did what he wanted. On a Wednesday afternoon she parked her car in the crowded lot and walked inside to find Clyde in a booth with friends.
She was thankful the place was dark. She was wearing a blouse and jeans and she hoped that in the dark no one would realize how old she was.
I'm old enough to be their mother, she thought. She was nothing but a wanton hussy running after a teenage kid!
She breathed a sigh of relief when Clyde's friends disappeared within moments after she was introduced to them.
"Let's go someplace where we can be alone," she said to Clyde, leaning against his shoulder and running her hand along his thigh. She was hot for him again. All she had to do was think of the last time they'd been together and within seconds her pussy was running juice in anticipation of getting reamed.
She was disappointed when he told her he wanted to sit there awhile. He slipped his hand under her ass and complained about her jeans.
"They get in the fucking way!" he hissed. "Pull them down."
"Somebody will see!"
"Bullshit, it's too dark. Anyway, you just do it, okay?"
She reasoned with herself that the room was dark and that she had the inside seat near the wall. It would be difficult for anyone to really see anything if she had her jeans down no further than her knees. She hadn't bothered to wear panties and Clyde would have an easy time getting at her pussy.
Unbuckling her belt and opening her zipper, she carefully slipped her jeans down below her hips.
"That's better," Clyde said. He slipped his hand underneath again and this time his fingers contacted her bare flesh.
The craziness of what she was doing made her shiver. She was sitting in a public place with a boy's hand on her bare ass!
"I'm nervous about this!" she whispered to him. "If we get caught, I'll just die!"
Clyde's response was a grinning giggle and a probing of his fingers in her crotch. She gasped when one of his fingers pushed inside her wet cunthole and then she gasped again when a second finger forced its way into her tight little asshole.
"Stop that!" she hissed. "It hurts! Take it out!"
"Just relax," he chuckled. "Before you came I was thinking about your sweet little ass. Today I get your cherry, Monica!"
She groaned. They had talked about it more than once, usually half in jest, but she knew that sooner or later she would let him have it. She had a virgin asshole and she was afraid, but if he demanded it she would yield. It's so nasty! Monica thought. It seemed the height of wickedness to have a man's cock reaming out her shithole!
When the waitress came by, Clyde ordered another round of beers. Monica trembled as she sat there with Clyde's fingers deep inside her cunthole and asshole. From the position of his hand, she guessed he had his thumb in her ass. She had to admit that it felt good! Squirming a little on his hand, she whispered in his ear.
"If you'll move your fingers, I think I can come."
"Do it yourself!" he grinned. "Bring yourself off."
She started coming almost as soon as her fingers touched her swollen cuntlips. The orgasm was marvelous and as she twitched and jerked on his hand, she could feel her cunthole and asshole contracting on the fingers that plugged them.
"Oh, God!" she moaned softly. "Please, Clyde, let's get out of here! Let's go somewhere and fuck!"
"In the ass?"
"Yes! If that's what you want, yes!"
They walked out of the place with his hand on her ass. She didn't care. She'd realized by now that he was showing her off to his friends. She was gratified that old as she was, she was still attractive enough to make a boy want to do that.
Out in the parking lot, he squeezed her asscheeks one final time before they headed for her car.
"Sweet-ass Monica," he chuckled. "I'm going to fuck your ass into the ground!"
She blushed, trying to hold back a smile at his boyish eagerness. She hoped he was skillful enough not to hurt her. Or maybe that's what she wanted--to be hurt and punished for her sins. Imagining his thick cock stretching her poor little asshole, she shivered as she climbed into the car.
He made her drive out of town to a patch of isolated woods he knew.
"I feel like fucking outdoors," he said.
The anticipation brought a gush of cunt juice out of her pussy. She was thankful she had a blanket in the trunk of the car. Screwing in the woods was erotic. She hadn't done anything like it since before she married Charlie and the knowledge that she was going to lose her asshole cherry this way was enough to make her quiver.
"Promise me you'll be careful," she said.
"Careful about what?"
"I don't want you to hurt me when you... "
"Fuck your ass?"
"Yes."
He laughed and ran his hands over her tits. "A little hurt is sometimes good, baby, if you know what I mean."
After they spread out the blanket, he turned on the car radio and made her take her blouse off and dance for him. She felt weird shaking her big tits like that out in the open air, but she could see how much it turned him on. He was a strange boy. He seemed so confident of his sexuality, so certain that what he had between his legs made him her master. He was right, of course. She adored his cock. She wanted to be dominated by him and they both knew it. She would do just about anything he wanted, anything at all.
Her cunt was as hot as a furnace by the time they finally stripped their clothes off.
She gazed with excitement at his big dripping cock and lusty balls. He was like a young stallion, a lean animal with a masterful prick and two heavy nuts filled with hot jism. Her mouth watered at the sight of his juicy-looking cockhead.
"Christ, Monica, what an ass you've got!" he hissed.
She wiggled her hips and smiled. "It's not the first time you've seen it. I wish you'd say that more often. A woman needs to be told."
"I guess you don't get enough attention from your old man. You sure your ass is still cherry? It's hard to believe your old man is so blind!"
"Blind and dumb," she said quietly.
"And you're cherry?"
"Yes. I warn you--I won't know what to do. You'll have to tell me. I'll do what you want, but please don't hurt me any more than necessary. I can take some hurt, but not too much."
"Open up, baby. Play with your cunt. I like to watch girls do that."
She sat facing him with her knees wide apart and her hand on her pussy. She was very hot and his suggestion that she play with herself was more than welcome. She was not bashful about it with Clyde. She had already done it for him a few times and it turned both of them on.
Opening her cunt with the fingers of her left hand, she used her right forefinger to strum her clit.
"You ever do this for your husband?"
"No."
"Try it sometime. I bet he blows his mind!"
"I wouldn't dare. He'd think I was crazy!"
"You're hot now. I can see the juice."
"Touch me!" she moaned. "Please touch my cunt!"
Leaning forward, he ran his fingertips lightly between her asscheeks and up across the slit of her cunt to her throbbing clit.
Looking down, she pulled the hood of her clit back to bring out the tiny pink knob. His fingers moved over her clit and cunt, spreading her juice around and teasing her quivering flesh. She moaned when he moved a fingertip down to the puckered ring of her asshole.
"Monica's cherry!" he giggled.
She shuddered. Closing her eyes, she focused her attention of the feel of his finger on the rim of her brownie. It felt strange to be exposed like that, to be sitting there so calmly while this boy tickled her asshole with his finger. She was trembling with need, her cuntlips swollen and dripping with her excitement.
"Put a finger inside your cunt," he said.
She used her middle finger. As she slipped it inside her cunthole, he opened her asshole with his fingertip and drilled his finger into the hot rubbery channel of her bung.
"Oh, dear God!" she groaned.
"Nice?"
She managed a throaty gargle of pleasure. She could feel his finger in her ass with the finger she had in her cunt. How freaky it was! He was showing her things about her body she had never realized before.
When she pulled her finger out of her cunt, he rearranged his hand and opened her up. He pushed two fingers inside her cunthole and another two fingers inside her asshole. When he put his thumb on her clit, she started coming.
"God, baby!" he chuckled.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" she groaned, her body rocking back and forth as the heat of her come washed up from her crotch.
She fell back on the blanket with her knees pulled up and her legs wide open.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Put it in me!"
She wanted his big prick in there. She wanted his cock reaming out the tender folds of her steaming pussy.
Climbing between her legs, he teased her by rubbing his fat cockhead up and down the gash of her cunt.
"Do you like my cock, Monica?"
"You know I do!" She squirmed her asscheeks on the blanket, tilting her hips up as she tried to capture his cockhead with the mouth of her cunthole. Sliding her hands underneath her ass, she pulled her cuntlips apart with her fingers and held her cunt open for him.
"Give it to me!" she croaked.
With a grunt and a lurch forward, he slammed his cock into the gaping swamp of her juice-drenched pussy.
He rammed into her, his hands clutching her ass, his hot eyes fixed on the stretching of her cunt-mouth by his thick cockshaft.
She snorted and pulled her lips back in a grimace of lust when his bloated cockhead slammed into the end of her fuck-channel.
"Get your ass up!" he hissed. "Raise it up! Pull your legs back!"
Lifting her legs up, she pulled them back until she had her knees on either side of her head. Her ass was turned up now and pointing at the sky. When he pushed forward, he was able to get his cock deeper inside her cunt, deeper than ever before.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, what a cock!"
She was nothing but a hole, a slimy dripping cunthole that needed to be stuffed.
Holding still while he had his cock deep inside her greedy cunt, he gyrated his hips to mash his balls against her asshole. She groaned when she realized she could feel the hairs on his ball-bag tickling her brownie.
His hand roamed over the cheeks of her ass and a moment later a long finger screwed itself all the way inside her shit-tube.
"Ooooohhh!"
"Tight and hot!" he hissed. "You like that, don't you?"
"Yes!"
It was glorious! She felt as though she had two cocks inside her. She could feel the individual stretching of her cunthole and asshole and then at times the feeling fused into one sensation of an enormous hole. No man had ever put his finger inside her ass while he had his cock in her cunt. She wanted to cry for all the pleasure she had missed. For the first time in her life she was getting a real fucking!
He began ramrodding his cock in and out of her upturned cunt, reaming her quivering pussy with his cock and her asshole with his finger. The exquisite pleasure of it blew her mind. Her cries dissolved into a series of babbling sounds of wild ecstasy.
The rhythm of his fucking carried her along. She was like a helpless toy, impaled on two prongs, her crotch on fire, her eyes rolled up and saliva dribbling out of the corners of her lips. She was filled to the brim with cock and finger, a woman turned into a fuck-crazy animal by a teenage boy.
Then she felt the tightening of his body as his orgasm approached. She rocked her ass back and forth, desperately trying to suck the hot juice out of his balls with her sucking cunt.
"Oh, shit!" he cried. "Eeeeennnggghhh!"
He pumped her in a frenzy, spurting out his hot load into the hungry mouth of her fuck-hole. She moaned at the massiveness of his come. The jism in his balls seemed endless! She could feel it splashing out of her cunt to wet the cheeks of her ass.
The most marvelous thing of all was that at the end he remained half hard. He kept his cock inside her cunt and when she had calmed down enough to feel with her pussy again, she was ravished by the way his meat was still stretching her cunthole.
"God, what a fucker you are!" she cooed.
His cock was soon growing again, thickening and hardening inside her fuck-channel. When he finally pulled his cock out of her pussy, he was fully hard and ready for fucking again.
Straddling her body, he shifted forward to push his fat cockhead against her lips.
"Suck it!" he hissed. "Take a mouthful, baby! Let's have some head before I do your ass!"
When she obediently opened her mouth, he pushed forward until his hot cockhead jabbed at the back of her throat. She could taste the mixture of his jism and her own cunt juice. Her nostrils were filled with the smell of his juice-covered cock and balls. He used his hand to lift his hairy ball-bag against her chin. Pulling back now, he began fucking her mouth with an easy rhythm.
"You get it in all three holes today, Monica!" he laughed. "Cunthole, mouthhole and asshole!"
Their eyes met as he continued fucking her face. She trembled with lust. She was a cock-crazy slut, a shameless wanton nympho bitch!
He finally pulled his cock out of her mouth and told her to roll over. "On your knees," he said. "Spread them open and show me that little cherry asshole!"
In a mindless daze, she rolled over to kneel on the blanket with her head down and her ass in the air.
He crouched behind her and ran his hands over the full white cheeks of her ass. Now that she had seen those pictures, she knew what she looked like to him in this position.
"Beautiful!" he hissed. "What a gorgeous fucking ass!"
He slipped a hand underneath to finger her drooping cuntlips and rub her quivering clit. Then he dragged his fingers up to the ring of her asshole and rubbed her juices into the rim.
"Just keep relaxed, Monica. When I tell you to open up, push out like you're taking a shit."
She was embarrassed. She cringed at the thought that she might shit on his cock. How awful that would be!
Her knees trembled now as she felt his fat cockhead pressing against her tight asshole. She tried very hard to relax.
"Push out!" Clyde hissed. "Come on, baby, open it up!"
With a soft moan she pushed out to open the ring of her brownie to his demanding cockhead.
"Oh, God, please be careful!"
He pushed forward. She felt the pressure of his knob and then suddenly his spongy cockhead popped inside her shitter.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, it hurts! Oh, God, please take it out!"
Instead of pulling out, he pushed forward to drive his cockhead inside her shit-tube. She felt the stretching. There was a deep pain that slowly subsided, then a sharper pain at the very rim of her asshole. He remained motionless and finally the pain lessened and gradually disappeared. What was left was the most incredibly delicious feeling she had ever experienced.
"Oh, my God!" she moaned.
His cock buried deep inside her ass, he leaned over her back to grab her hanging tits.
"How do you like it, Monica? How does it feel?"
"Don't talk, just fuck me!" she gasped.
Pinching her nipples, he chuckled and began slowly pumping his cock in and out of her shithole. She now discovered that her pleasure increased when he was moving. It was the outstroke that was the best. The pleasure it brought was enough to make her croon with delight.
"Oh, God, yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Oh, sweet Jesus in heaven!"
His cock felt bigger inside her ass than it ever had inside her cunt. She could feel all of his fuck-pole, every hot inch of it. Each thrust of his cock-meat into her shit-tube brought his balls slapping against her swollen cuntlips.
She pictured what her poor little asshole must look like, stretched as it was by his thick cockshaft. Her cherry was no more. She had given her ass to an eighteen-year-old boy!
"Christ, you're tight!" Clyde groaned. "You're ass is a fucking dream, Monica! So damn hot and tight!"
It thrilled her that she pleased him. She was enjoying herself now. Any fears that she'd had about getting hurt were gone. There was only the good feeling, the delicious stretching of her shithole by a rampant cock. She tried squeezing her ass muscles to milk him and when he groaned she knew she had succeeded. It was lovely! There was nothing in the world more beautiful than a hot cock inside her ass!
His cock still pistoning in and out of her stretched shitter, he now slipped his hand between her legs to drive two fingers inside her cunthole. The penetration was unexpected and when she realized what had happened she cried out.
She had triple stimulation now--a cock in her ass, fingers in her cunt and his knuckles massaging her throbbing clit. There was nothing in her experience to compare with this. She was totally overwhelmed by the incredible sensations washing up from her crotch. Snorting and mewling, her lips drooling saliva, she rocked her body back and forth on his cock and urged him on.
"Screw me in the ass! Oh, Jesus, I'm dying! Fuck me harder!"
His cock was ramrodding her ass now, pistoning in and out without letup. She bucked her ass back at him, rhythmically clenching her asshole around the hard shaft of his fuck-pole, her throat warbling, her head shaking from side to side, her tits swinging from her chest.
"Oh, God, I love it!" she moaned.
The intensity of the fuck was enough to blow her mind. She was no longer aware that he was in her ass. The two holes in her crotch had merged into one and she was being reamed by a cock that felt like a watermelon.
"I'm coming!" she rasped. "Fuck me! Don't stop fucking me! Oooohhh! Oooohhh! Oooohhh! Oh, Jesus Christ! Oh, God in heaven, I'm coming!"
As her asshole began contracting in the heat of her orgasm, Clyde reached the point of no return and began shooting his load into the dark channel of her shitter. The sudden liquid feeling in her bung drove her wild. Opening her mouth, she let her tongue hang out in order to breathe. She rode with him until he finished draining his balls and then she fell over onto the blanket in an exhausted heap.
His cock remained inside her ass until he went limp. She winced when he finally pulled out, when his cockhead momentarily stretched the ring of her asshole as it popped out. Closing her eyes, she smiled as she tightened the ring of her now-empty asshole.
CHAPTER FOUR
Charlie Winslow, Monica's husband, was convinced that after twenty years of breaking his ass to build up a business he deserved some recreation. He had a young bookkeeper named Rita working for him and for the past month he'd been fucking her.
Rita was married. She told Charlie stories about a husband who paid no attention to her, but Charlie believed none of it. He had sold used cars too long to be fooled by people. What Rita wanted was a promotion to office manager and if she had to fuck the boss to get it she was ready and willing.
Rita was tall and slender, not at all like Monica and Charlie found that exciting. A man needed a change of pace, a little variety in his life. Fucking a girl like Rita could be great fun. She could do all kinds of things with her supple body. He had fantasies of doing things with Rita that he had never done with his wife, had never dared suggest to Monica. But so far he and Rita hadn't done much except rip off a few quick fucks in the office after hours. He was crazy about her pert little ass. He suspected that maybe he liked young girls more than he realized. For a man past forty there was a certain special appeal about a young girl's body.
Rita had a special talent for giving head. Charlie had been blown by scores of women in his life, some of them professionals, but Rita certainly ranked near the top. He was sure that on more than one occasion she'd had an orgasm while sucking him off. She had tried to hide it, but Charlie could tell. He was thrilled at the idea that he could stick his cock in a girl's mouth and make her come.
Charlie wanted Rita on a bed. Screwing on the run could be fun, but he'd been married fifteen years and he just wasn't used to it. Besides, the things he had in mind for Rita needed a bed and a relaxed atmosphere.
He said to Rita one day, "Let's knock off early and find a cocktail lounge."
She had no objections. He was the boss, wasn't he? He drove her out to the Carousel Lounge, a cozy little place attached to a snappy motel. Rita saw the point immediately and giggled.
"Something tells me I'm going to get my ashes hauled today," she said.
After a few drinks to get them warmed up, Charlie paid for a room and walked out of the bar with his arm around Rita. He noticed the way the men looked at her and he was proud. It was always nice to walk out of a bar with an attractive woman and leave the dummies with their tongues hanging out.
Inside the room they quickly undressed. This was the first time Charlie had ever seen Rita completely naked. He was pleased. She had more meat on her bones than he expected. She had a sleek, racehorse kind of body and now that he looked at it he realized it was beautiful.
Poor Monica, Charlie thought. His wife's lush body had always turned him on, but she always seemed so inhibited when they fucked. Or maybe it was him. He had to admit there were things he would do with Rita that he wouldn't do with his wife. He remembered the night he'd arrived home to find Monica dressed up in fancy lingerie. She sure looked great in a garter belt and stockings, but somehow it wasn't Monica. She'd reminded him of a hooker he'd once screwed in St. Louis. There was nothing nicer than fucking a woman wearing fancy lingerie, but somehow it didn't work when the woman was his wife.
Rita said, "Charlie, do you think my boobs are too small?"
He chuckled. He covered her tits with his hands and kissed them. He took a pink nipple into his mouth and sucked at it until it stiffened into a little spike. Monica's nipples were bigger. Sucking Monica's big tits always turned him on. But it was also nice to have a little tit in his mouth. There were things you could do with a little tit that you couldn't do with a big tit. He could get almost the whole tit in his mouth. Rita seemed to like that. She groaned when he stuffed his mouth with her tit and sucked hard.
He made her lie down on the bed with her knees raised so that he could have a long look at her cunt.
"I'm embarrassed," she giggled.
He wondered what her husband was like. Here she was married only two years and already cheating on her husband. She had a pretty little pussy, a trim gash with small pink cuntlips and a long slit. Her asshole was more pink than brown and the fine blonde hair circling the puckered ring was a turn-on.
Embarrassed or not, Rita was obviously enjoying herself. Using her fingers, she pulled her cuntlips apart to help him look. Charlie smiled at the pretty pussy glistening wet with her cunt juice. He put his face close to her cunt, but he teased her by doing no more than sniffing at it. "Don't be mean!" Rita chirped.
She wanted his tongue. He had gone down on her a few times in the office and whenever he did she went wild. He was suspicious that part of it was an act. She wanted him to think she was a hot little piece. But some of the shivering and groaning was real and it gave him pleasure to get a woman excited like that. Monica thought he hated going down on her, but it wasn't true. He was just bashful about it with his wife.
Sticking his tongue out, Charlie swabbed Rita's crotch from her asshole to her clit and back to her asshole again.
"Oh, boy!" Rita groaned.
She was tasty. Her cunt juice was thick enough so that he could actually roll it around on his tongue. He lapped at the hairs between her cunthole and asshole and then he zeroed in on her brownie. He had plans for that tight little hole and he wanted her thinking about it. Pushing her knees all the way back to her chest, he turned her ass up under his face and went to work with his tongue on her asshole.
"Uuuunnnggghhh!" she grunted when she felt the tip of his wet tongue tickling the ring of her shitter. "Oh, Jesus Christ, Charlie, that's heaven!"
She started coming the moment his tongue slithered inside her shitter. Charlie was losing himself. He hadn't thought about sticking his tongue up Rita's ass, but now that he was doing it he wasn't sorry. There was no acting now. He was making her crazy and she had no need to pretend. With his tongue deep inside her ass, he rubbed his nose around and finally pushed it into the wet grip of her cunthole.
"Oh, fuck, I'm coming!" she cried. "I'm coming!"
Pulling his tongue out of her spasming asshole, he rose up, pushed her knees back to her ears and rammed his cock into the steaming channel of her cunt.
"Oh, Chaaarlieeee!"
He began a hard fuck. Her body was slender and supple enough so that it was no problem to double her over. He slammed his crotch against hers each time he drove his cock into the meat of her tender pussy. She was deliciously tight, much tighter than Monica. He kept his eyes fixed on the junction of cock and cunt, enjoying the sight of his juice-coated glistening cockshaft pistoning in and out of her clutching hole.
Her eyes closed, her mouth hanging loose, Rita snorted and rocked back and forth on the pole of his cock.
"Christ, what a tight cunt!" Charlie hissed.
"Do you like it?"
He answered her with a powerful lunge that rattled her bones. He hardly ever fucked Monica this way. This was hard brutal fucking with no Other purpose than getting off. When a man fucked a woman like this, he totally possessed her.
Take it easy, he thought. You want more.
Slowing down, he cupped his hands under the balls of her asscheeks. Gorgeous little ass. Plump enough to be womanly, but tight and firm. Rita's ass was more like the ass of a teenager than that of a grown woman. Squeezing her asscheeks in his two hands, he shifted his fingers until he could touch his cock moving in and out of her cunt.
"Fuck me!" she groaned.
She put her hands on his ass now and a moment later he grunted with pleasure as he felt her finger drilling his asshole.
"Come on, Charlie! Shoot it! Give it to me!"
"Oh, fuck!" he yelled.
The headboard slammed against the wall as he pounded into her. The sudden explosion in his balls sent a torrent of hot jism spurting out of his cockhead. He came so hard he felt as though he were pissing.
"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!" he groaned.
Later, as he lay there catching his breath, Rita cleaned him up with a towel.
"That was a lovely fuck, Charlie!"
"I'm not finished, baby!"
"I can see that! You're getting hard again!"
"I'd like to fuck your ass this time."
She was silent, her eyes questioning as she looked at him. Then she said, "I don't know, Charlie... "
"Haven't you ever done it before?"
"Yes, but... "
He thought about Monica. After fifteen years of marriage, he still hadn't fucked her in the ass. It was hard to imagine Monica letting him do something like that. There were certain things they would never do. Monica was not Rita. Rita had the look of a woman who would do anything in bed. He'd been right about her--she'd had her ass plugged before.
He left the bed for the bathroom and a long piss. His cock was on the rise again. Just thinking about fucking Rita's tight little asshole was enough to get him hard. Fisting his cockshaft, he stroked his prick a few times to bring his fuck-pole up to full strength. When he returned to the bedroom, he found Rita kneeling on the bed with her ass in the air.
"It's all yours," she cooed. "But please be careful! Use some soap. You can't go in dry."
"Don't worry, honey!" he said. "Just leave it to old Charlie!"
He took his time with the delightful job of soaping up her asshole. Her bung was looser than he expected, but he realized it was Rita's doing. She knew how to relax her shitter so that her asshole opened up without any trouble.
"Something tells me you've had a lot of cornholing," he teased.
"I'm embarrassed, Charlie! Don't talk!"
He took her advice. Fisting his cock, positioning his cockhead at the puckered ring of her asshole, he drove his meat forward into the hot rubbery grip of her shitter.
At the very moment Charlie was stuffing his cock into his bookkeeper's receptive ass, Monica was holding her tit up to get her nipple into the mouth of her boss.
His name was Warren Bannister and she never expected anything like this could ever happen. For one thing, he was an attorney and she hated lawyers. For another thing, he'd never shown any interest in her at all. She was surprised when he asked her to lunch. She was shocked when after lunch he took her into his office, carefully locked the door and just as carefully stripped off her clothes.
"Gorgeous jugs!" he croaked. "I've been thinking about them for months!"
Monica was flattered. It was nice to have an older man pay her some attention. Bannister did not have the animal quality Clyde had, but he had the attraction of maturity. She found it terribly erotic to be standing there with nothing on except her panties while Bannister was still fully dressed. When he leaned over to suck her tit into his mouth, she shivered and held it up for him.
He sucked on her nipple until it was stiff and swollen. Then he moved to the other nipple and started sucking again. When he had both nipples the same size, he pulled his face away from her tits and chuckled.
"Beautiful little buggers, aren't they? You never wear a bra, do you? It drives me crazy, you know. Big tits and big nipples drive me up the fucking wall!"
Monica blushed. She felt very naked. She teased him by pretending to cover her tits with her hands. Then she held her tits up and played with her nipples. Bannister's eyes gleamed.
"Walk around," Bannister said. "Let me see how those beauties bounce!"
She thought he was a little freaky, but he certainly had her turned on! How difficult it was to tell anything about a man! She'd always thought he was so straight-laced and here he was such a tit-freak! She liked it. She loved showing her body off to a man who appreciated what she had. Throwing her shoulders back, she pranced around the room to show him the bounce of her tits.
He made her put lipstick on her nipples. She shivered as she used a fingertip to smear the red paint on her sensitive nubs. She was aware how wanton she must look with her nipples painted like that. I'm a slut! she thought. I'm enjoying every moment of this! She was hot. It seemed crazy that Bannister still had all his clothes on, but at the same time it made the whole thing terribly exciting for her. She was still wearing her panties. He hadn't said anything about them yet. He was saving her pussy for last, like a little boy relishing a dessert!
When he told her to get down on all fours on the rug, she balked a moment, but finally yielded. Her tits hung down like heavy cantaloupes. Stretching out on his back, he shifted his body until he had his face underneath her tits. When he opened his mouth like a hungry bird, she lowered her shoulders and dropped a long nipple between his sucking lips.
He slurped and slobbered over her tits until her nipples were raw. She didn't care. She had never had a man suck her tits in such a position and she was thrilled. It was marvelous! Men had always paid attention to her tits, but never with such devotion as Bannister.
She wanted more than just tit-sucking by now. The crotch of her panties was soaked with her cunt juice. Pulling her tit out of his mouth, she shifted on all fours down along his body until she could reach his fly. In a moment she had his zipper down and his long thin cock out in the air.
"Christ, you're a juicy piece!" he hissed.
She had her wet crotch over his face and now she squirmed her hips suggestively.
"Suck my prick!" Bannister croaked.
Mewling with delight, she swooped her mouth down to engulf the spongy knob of his cock. He was just the right size. He had a cock that could be sucked a long time without making her jaws hurt. She bobbed her head up and down on his throbbing fuck-pole, fucking her face on his cock, drooling saliva over his cockshaft and balls.
"That's good, Monica! That's the ticket!"
Grabbing her ass, he pulled her crotch down to his face and nuzzled her juice-soaked panties. The smell of her cunt juice seemed to drive him wild. He slurped and chewed on her wet crotch and then he finally pushed her away and scrambled to strip off his clothes.
"I haven't had a fuck like this in years!" he wheezed. "You're a dream!"
She blushed. Her cunt was boiling. When they were both naked, she moved into his arms and kissed him. He slipped a hand between her legs to fondle her dripping pussy.
"Let me eat you!" he whispered. "I like sucking gash!"
"We can do it together," she said, her tongue tickling his ear. "You like sucking cock, huh?"
"I don't mind," she smiled.
He stretched out on his back on the rug and made her straddle him so that they could suck each other at the same time. Within moments they were gobbling each other. Groaning with pleasure, she dropped her cunt down on his face and squirmed the hot meat of her pussy on his nose and chin.
"Mmmmmppphhh!" Bannister groaned.
She bobbed her head up and down on his cock, taking his cockhead halfway down her throat at the end of each stroke. She could feel his nose tickling her asshole. She fingered his ball-bag, pushing his nuts around. Tickling the hairy rim of his asshole, she pushed the entire length of her middle finger inside his shitter.
The finger in his ass made him a little crazy. Pushing her away, he made her sit on the couch and pull her legs up to show him her cunt.
"Show me the pretty pussy!" he hissed. "Open it up!"
Pulling her cuntlips open with her fingers, she exposed the pink-red meat of her pussy to his eyes.
"Just stay like that!" he croaked. "Don't move!"
The cool air pleasantly tickled her gaping cunthole. He went to a desk drawer and returned with a long cylindrical object. She gasped when she realized it was a dildo.
"Nice, isn't it?" he leered.
How life-like it was! It had all the ridges and wrinkles and veins of a real cock. It was big, bigger than any cock she had ever seen and her pussy quivered at the sight of it.
"Use it!" Bannister hissed.
"What?"
"Fuck yourself with it, sweetie! I like to watch!"
Her hand trembled as she took the dildo from him. The touch and feel of it was terribly exciting. She ran the fat knob over the insides of her thighs and then between her swollen cuntlips. Bannister pulled up a chair and feasted his glittering eyes. We're a pair, she thought. He likes to watch and I like to be watched! A shudder ran through her body as she confronted her twisted lust.
"Come on!" he said impatiently. "Stick it in your cunt!"
After moving the knob up and down her pussy to get it wet, she positioned it at the mouth of her cunthole and slowly pushed it in.
It felt just like a cock. It had no heat, but it stretched her cunthole just as a cock would. It was lovely!
"That's the way!" he leered. "Get the whole thing inside! Good girl!"
Moaning softly, her eyes staring at the stretched mouth of her cunt, she slowly fucked herself with the artificial cock. The dildo was wet now, its surface glistening with a thick coating of her cunt juice. She discovered there was more pleasure if she twisted it a bit when she pushed it in. She was soon using a screwing motion, fucking herself with a more rapid rhythm, turning and twisting the dildo to deliciously stretch the mouth of her cunthole. Almost without realizing it, she lifted one of her tits with her hand and began rolling her stiff nipple.
"Yummy!" Bannister chuckled. "That's a goddamn juicy cunt, Monica!"
He was jerking off now, his fist closed around his cockshaft as he pumped his meat with a steady rhythm. Her eyes moved from his cock to her cunt and back to his cock again. The freakiness of what they were doing brought shivers to her spine. It seemed unreal that just a short time ago she had never even seen him naked!
She wondered now if Bannister intended to fuck her. The dildo was fun, but she'd much rather have a cock in her pussy. She wanted a warm cock and a pair of fat balls working away at her cunt. She wanted her hands on Bannister's ass while he pumped his fuck-pole in and out of her pussy.
Bannister rose up now and came forward. "Keep that thing moving," he said. He pushed his spongy cockhead against her lips and when she opened her mouth he lurched forward until his knob jabbed at her throat.
He slowly fucked her face at the same time as she fucked herself with the dildo.
She liked the feel of his cock in her mouth. She used her free hand to hold and squeeze his dangling balls. He chuckled and squirmed when she tickled his asshole with a fingertip.
"You keep bothering my shithole!" he cackled. "Maybe you're trying to give me ideas, eh, sweetie?"
She loved the feeling of having a cock in her cunt and one in her mouth at the same time. How marvelous it would be to get fucked by two men at the same time!
Bannister finally pulled his dripping cock out of her sucking mouth. "Let's do a little fucking, sweetie. You can bend over and lean on the desk. Get that luscious little ass in the air!"
Pulling the dildo out of her cunt, she wiggled over to the desk and bent forward to show him her ass. He quickly moved into position behind her and began pinching and squeezing her asscheeks.
"This is what I call a million-dollar butt!" he chuckled. "The first time I saw you in a tight dress, I said to myself there's a woman who knows the value of what she sits on!"
Rubbing his cockhead up and down the slit of her cunt to get it wet, he finally found her cunthole and pushed forward to ream her fuck-channel with his long thin cock.
"Oh, yeah!" he rasped. "Hot and juicy like a barrel of buttered rum! I knew you'd be good! I can always tell! I can sniff a dripping pussy a mile away! Wiggle your ass, sweetie! Let's have some action!"
He fired her the next day. He said his law practice involved too many important people to have a slut in the office. He said she was a good lay and he wouldn't mind fucking her at any time she was in the mood.
CHAPTER FIVE
After the awful experience with Warren Bannister and the loss of her job, Monica found herself more than ever in the clutches of Clyde. Her will to resist him was completely crushed and his possession of those nasty photographs was more and more frightening.
Clyde telephoned her at home one day and announced he was coming to the house.
"You can't!" Monica gasped. "It's too dangerous!"
"Cut the crap, baby. Your old man never comes home and you know it. I'll be there in an hour."
She was helpless. An hour later the doorbell rang and when she opened the door she found Clyde there with a friend.
"Oh, God, no!" she groaned.
Clyde's friend's name was Vernon. He was a big brawny-looking kid with an obvious leer on his face. She knew very well why Vernon was there. She knew what Clyde had in his dirty little mind. Once the boys were inside, she quickly drew the drapes and prayed none of her friends would think of dropping by uninvited.
This can't go on! she thought. It's crazy!
It was also terribly exciting. Her knees were trembling and her pussy quivering at the idea that for the first time in her life she might be fucking two men at the same time.
Bannister is right, she thought. She was a filthy slut!
She brought out beer for the boys. She talked to them about baseball. She had learned years ago that she could talk to any man if she talked about baseball. She hated baseball. Some of the men hated baseball, too. It didn't matter. Everyone thought baseball was something to be talked about.
Clyde, of course, was having fun with her. They both knew she would do anything he wanted her to do. If he wanted her to stop talking and stick her finger in her cunt, she would do that, too. She would do anything for Clyde. She could see by the look in Vernon's eyes that he knew all about that. She sneaked an occasional glance at the bulge in Vernon's crotch and decided she wouldn't mind fucking him. He looked capable. Young men with muscles had always turned her on.
"Tell her to do something," Vernon snickered.
She wondered what it would be like to get fucked by two cocks at the same time. Where would they do it? Her mouth and her cunt? Her cunt and her ass? Her mouth and her ass? Was it possible to get two cocks in her cunt at the same time? She was ready to come just thinking about it!
"Show Vernon your tits," Clyde said casually. "Let's get something loose!"
Just like that. She was a little shy, but she knew she had no reason to be ashamed of her tits. Men always liked her boobs. Clyde wanted her to show her tits and she would obey him. Untying her halter top, she slipped it off and let her tits swing free.
"Super jugs!" Vernon giggled. He seemed delighted at the way Clyde could order her to do things.
Cupping her hands under her tits, she raised up the melons. It was nice to have big boobs. It was thrilling to see the response in their eyes. She jiggled her tits on her palms and shivered at the way Vernon licked his lips.
"Oh, yeah!" he rasped. "Jesus, what a pair!"
She rolled her thick nipples with her fingertips, pulling them out so that he could see how much there was to suck on. Her nipples seemed to have grown bigger since she'd started cheating on Charlie. They were also more sensitive. Playing with them like this was almost as good as jerking off. She could feel the juice in her pussy as it oozed out to wet her thighs.
Clyde rubbed his crotch and grinned. She blushed when she met his eyes. He said, "What would you like, baby?"
Her hands still fondling her tits, she moaned softly. "Let me see your cocks!"
The boys looked at each other and chuckled. Their fingers worked at their belts. Breathless with excitement, she milked her tits and watched them unzip.
Their jeans came off and now they were in jockey shorts. They were both hard, both showing huge boners under the cotton of their shorts. She could see the outlines of balls and cockshafts and cockheads. Vernon's cock looked unbelievably big.
Then the shorts came down and Vernon showed her the biggest cock she had ever seen. A horsecock. Ten inches of throbbing fuck-meat with a pair of huge balls to match.
He'll kill me! she thought. She imagined that slab of throbbing male flesh churning up her insides. It would stretch her cunt in a way it had never been stretched before! Vernon's cock might kill her, but what a delicious way to die!
"Give Vernon some head," Clyde ordered. "I told him how good you are."
Yes, she thought. She was dying to suck it. The only way to really know a cock was to take it in your mouth. She could feel more with her mouth than with her cunt. She could lick and suck and chew. Kneeling down on the rug between Vernon's legs, she put both hands on the hot meat of his horsecock.
Just the feel of it was enough to make her pussy quiver and throb. Even though he was hard, his foreskin still covered half his cockhead. She skinned it down to expose a huge pink knob that made her mouth water. God, what a treat! She'd never had so much cock in her hands before. She began licking his knob as though it were a strawberry ice-cream cone. She cupped his heavy balls, squeezing and probing his nuts, weighing his ball-bag on her hand. She licked all over the fat knob of his cock and then up and down his cockshaft. She licked him until his cock was totally covered with her saliva and then she opened her jaws as wide as possible and just managed to get all of his cockhead inside her mouth.
"She's good!" Vernon groaned. "She knows how to suck cock!"
I'm a cocksucker, Monica thought. She had the biggest cock in the world in her mouth, or at least the head of it. She had to keep swallowing to avoid choking on the juice dripping out of his pisshole. She could feel his balls jumping in her hand. Dropping his balls, she fisted his cockshaft with both hands and began slowly pumping him up and down.
"Oh, man, that's good!" Vernon gasped.
She looked up at him a moment to catch the contortions of pleasure in his face. His eyes were closed and he was smiling. She watched his lips twitch as she swirled her tongue over the underside of his cockhead. The feel of his' hot meat in her mouth was lovely. The juice dripping out of her cunt had soaked through the crotch of her pants.
She continued sucking his cockhead and slowly pumping his cockshaft. There was no way to get more of his cock in her mouth without choking. How lovely it was to have both fists filled with cock and still have enough left over to fill her mouth!
Clyde was behind her now. He unzipped her jeans and pulled them off. She giggled as she tried to keep Vernon's cockhead in her mouth as she was being stripped. After removing her jeans, Clyde peeled off her panties. He held them up to show Vernon the sopping crotch.
"You've got her pissing in her pants!" he said gleefully.
Wiggling her bare ass, she sucked hard on Vernon's bloated cockhead and tickled his pisshole with her tongue. Clyde ran his hands over her ass and tits as she drooled saliva over the fat pink knob.
What she liked more than anything else was the tight velvety skin of the big cockhead. There was really nothing else quite the same as the feel of a man's knob in her mouth and because Vernon was so big she had much more cockhead to play with. She loved it. She chewed and sucked and lapped. She drooled saliva all over his cock-meat and then slurped it up again with noisy sucking sounds.
How wanton she was! She was stuffed with cock. She hefted the weight of his balls and thought of all the jism waiting to gush out. A mewling sound coming out of her throat, she pumped his cockshaft more forcefully.
Then she suddenly felt Clyde stretching out under her with his face directly beneath her crotch. She raised up off her knees and squatted over him, her dripping cunt poised over his mouth. A moment later his tongue wriggled between her swollen cuntlips.
Straining open her jaws, she took in a half inch more of Vernon's cock, stuffing her face with his meat until the jabbing of his huge knob at the back of her throat threatened to choke her. She swallowed convulsively, her throat muscles gripping his spongy cockhead.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Vernon groaned.
She gagged and then recovered. She swirled her tongue over the hot tight skin of his swollen prick. She sucked up the juice leaking out of his pisshole. Down below, Clyde slurped away at her oozing pussy, thrilling her with the explorations of his probing tongue until she lost control and released a loud fart.
She shuddered with embarrassment. She blamed the squatting position. She pretended nothing had happened, but she was more anxious now to bring Vernon off in her mouth."
Her mouth sucking ravenously on Vernon's big cockhead, she pumped his fuck-pole with both hands to get him to shoot his hot load.
"Oh, shit!" the boy gasped.
He grunted and heaved when she moved a hand under his balls to tickle his tight asshole. The instant she probed her finger into his brownie he roared like a bull and started coming.
Thick hot jism erupted out of the knob in her mouth like a fountain. She swallowed in a frenzy, but there was no way to hold all of it. The heavy white cream splashed out over her lips and chin and dribbled down his jerking cock. His heavy balls throbbed in her hand as he shot spurt after spurt of cockjuice down her gulping throat.
God, what a gusher! she thought with a shiver. She'd never had so much out of one cock before. It was thick enough to roll around over her tongue and teeth. The taste was strong, but it was cock-sap and she loved it. She swallowed down as much of it as she could and when he finished coming she squeezed the shaft of his cock and sucked on his pisshole to drain him.
"Christ, that's enough!" Vernon croaked.
She licked the drippings off his cock and then off her lips and chin. She no longer cared what they thought. The flood of jism she'd brought up was too delicious to waste.
She was still squatting over Clyde's face. Now she turned her body around and faced his hard upstanding cock. Bending forward, she engulfed his prick down to his crotch hair. Searching under his balls, she found his asshole and screwed her middle finger into his shit-tube. He came within seconds, his crotch bucking up against her face, his chest heaving as he cried out, his cock spewing a torrent of jism down her gullet to mix with Vernon's recent load.
Her throat and mouth soaked with jism, Monica groaned as she rolled away on the rug. She was drunk with jizz, drunk on the hot cream of two teenage boys.
She had taken two hot loads in her mouth, but her pussy was still unappeased. She lay on the rug while they rested, squirming her ass as she slipped three fingers inside her gaping cunt.
My hungry cunt! she thought. She was in a wild mood. She wanted both cocks in her, both pricks pumping hard. If Charlie could see her now, he'd have her put away. She knew she was acting crazy, but she didn't care. Her pussy was on fire and she needed relief.
"She's fucking herself!" Vernon giggled.
That's right, honey! she thought. Watch it if you want! Watch Monica get her jollies! She could still taste their jism on her tongue. She pumped her fingers in and out of her cunt and diddled her clit with her thumb. It excited her to have them watch her. She laughed when she saw them beating off their pricks with their fists. Their cocks were swelling and growing again, getting ready for another round. They were only eighteen and they could go on fucking forever. They would fuck her into the ground!
"Uuuuunnnggghhh!" she gasped. "I'm coming! Oooooooohhhh!"
Her ass heaved up and down as she fucked back at her pumping hand. It was a good orgasm, a big heat that washed up from her crotch to warm her belly and tits. She kept her fingers working until she'd brought herself off a second time and then she collapsed in a heap on the floor.
"Nice, baby," Clyde teased. "Is that pussy warmed up for us now!"
"Fuck me!" she hissed. Rolling over, she rose up on her knees to balance herself on all fours. She turned to show them her ass. Lowering her shoulders to the rug, she reached her hands back to pull her asscheeks open.
"Fuck me!" she groaned.
"Jesus!" Vernon hissed. Leaving the sofa, he knelt down on the rug behind her. He ran his big hands over the moon-white cheeks of her ass. He rubbed a finger along the groove between her cunthole and asshole. She wagged her dripping fat-lipped cunt in his face.
"Come on, give it to me!" she crooned. "Stick that big fat cock of yours in my hole!"
He teased her. He pried the hairy flaps of her cuntlips open and tickled the mouth of her oozing cunthole. Then she felt him doing something to her asshole and a moment later she realized he was stretching her shitter with both thumbs.
"No!" she cried. He would surely kill her if he forced that huge cock up her ass. She twisted away. "Lie down," she pleaded. "Let me get on top."
She grabbed his cock, pumping it, kissing it, jiggling his balls to show him she intended to give him a good time. He finally yielded and stretched out on his back. Clyde sat on the sofa, chuckling as he watched her frenzied efforts to mount his horsecock friend.
"Go on, Monica! Show Vernon what a good fuck is like!"
She would do just that. She was dying to get the kid's big prick in her cunt. Straddling him, she held his huge cock in one hand and positioned his fat cockhead at the mouth of her cunthole.
"Let me do everything!" she groaned. "Otherwise you'll hurt me!"
She worked his cockhead in first, moaning at the way he stretched the rim of her cunt. Then she gradually impaled herself on the huge fuck-pole rearing up from the boy's crotch. She took all of him, every damn inch and she had no idea how she did it. When she finally had her ass pressing down on his crotch, his horsecock stuffing her body to the hilt, she let out a long wail of astounded pleasure and began rocking on the biggest cock of her life.
"Oh, God, what a prick!" she moaned.
The stretching of her cunt-mouth was exquisite. Raising up, she lowered herself once again and took him in up to his balls. She could feel his cockhead jabbing at her insides. She started squirming on him, cautiously at first and then with more confidence as she realized how much capacity her cunt had. She had him. Her hungry cunt had swallowed up the boy's giant cock and her ecstasy was supreme.
Mewling and moaning, she began fucking Vernon with a steady rhythm. Clyde left the sofa now. He knelt down beside her head and offered her mouth his cock. Her lips eagerly closed over his spongy cockhead. She sucked gluttonously as she continued fucking Vernon's mammoth prick.
She shuddered with pleasure at the penetration fore and aft by two rampant young cocks. She drooled saliva out of her mouth and cunt juice out of her pussy. She worked her mouth like a cunt and her cunt like a mouth. She sucked and fucked and fucked and sucked until she hardly knew which end of her body was which. Clyde finally pulled his cock out of her mouth and moved around behind her ass.
He played with her asshole. He teased it and rubbed it and stretched it. Smearing a gob of her cunt juice over the puckered ring, he fixed his cockhead on the hole and pushed forward to plug her shitter.
"Uuuuuunnnggghhh!" she cried. "Oh, God, fuck me! FUCK MY ASS!"
Her eyes rolled up, her jaws hanging loose, she babbled like a crazy animal. She wasn't sure anymore where she was. She wasn't certain which hole was her asshole and which hole was her cunthole. Were there two cocks or one cock? She was split open like a stuck pig on a spit. Her insides were turned into a loose jelly and her cunthole and asshole had fused into a spasming hungry mouth. She was stuffed with cock. She could feel cock-meat in her belly and chest and throat. Her tongue dangled out of her mouth as if to make room for more cock.
She had no idea when they shot their loads. She was on her sixth orgasm by then and half-unconscious. When they finished with her, she lay on the rug like a wilted flower. She heard them arguing about something, but she was too exhausted to care. Then she felt the warm liquid raining down on her. She opened her bleary eyes and found them pissing on her crotch. They were giggling. When they finished, they put their clothes on and left her like that on the piss-soaked rug.
CHAPTER SIX
Monica was determined more than ever now to get Clyde out of her life. In need of a sympathetic ear, she confessed everything to an old friend, Wanda Grayson.
"That's what I call a sizzler!" Wanda chuckled.
Wearing bikinis and suntan oil, they were stretched out on lawn chairs behind Wanda's house.
Wanda was an attractive blonde and the same age as Monica. She was now working through her third husband and she seemed to know a great deal about men.
Monica tried to imagine what kind of love-life Wanda had. She tried to imagine Wanda fucking. It wasn't easy. She wondered if Wanda ever got as horny as she did. It was something you never knew about people.
"Tell me about Clyde," Wanda said lazily. "How big is he?"
Monica shrugged. "I guess about five-eleven."
"I don't mean that!" Wanda giggled. "I mean how big is his cock?"
Monica blushed. She hadn't expected such an intimate question, but there was a really nothing wrong with it. They were both women and when it came to fucking, the most interesting part of a man was his cock. She certainly had no other interest in Clyde!
"He's big," Monica said. "At least I think so. I'm not that experienced."
"I like big circumcised cocks," Wanda purred, closing her eyes and smiling.
"Clyde isn't circumcised."
"Too bad."
"If you like big cocks, you'd be crazy about his friend Vernon. That's the biggest cock I ever saw in my life. They said it was ten inches."
"They?"
"I fucked them both at the same time."
"Oh, wow!" Wanda laughed, her eyes wide as she stared at Monica with new respect. "I never thought you had it in you, honey!"
"Neither did I," Monica smiled.
"Jesus, I'm getting turned on just thinking about it! Both at the same time? If there's anything that drives me wild, it's having a cock in both holes at the same time! Ten inches? I haven't seen a cock like that in a long time. You have to be careful with one that big. They can hurt. But it's a pussy-stretcher, isn't it? And with another cock filling up the other hole that's the closest thing to paradise! Why do you want to give that up, honey? As long as Charlie doesn't know, what's the harm?"
"Clyde's dangerous," Monica sighed. "He has some pictures of me and I think sooner or later he may blackmail me."
"Pictures? What kind of pictures? Don't tell me you let that kid take some nasty pictures of you!"
"I'm afraid I did."
They talked at great length about the photographs. Wanda insisted Monica just had to get them back, no matter how. Wanda offered to help, suggesting they double-date the two boys so she could meet Clyde. Monica was suspicious that it was really Vernon's ten inch cock that Wanda wanted to meet, but she agreed that a double-date might lead to a way to get the pictures.
Then they talked about Charlie, about his lack of interest in Monica and Wanda suggested there might be another woman.
"All the signs are there," Wanda explained. "If I were you, honey, I would think about that."
"I can't believe it. Not Charlie."
Wanda laughed. "And Charlie would say he couldn't believe it--not Monica. Come on, honey, let's get out of the sun and have a cool drink!"
As they walked into the house, Wanda put her arm around Monica's waist. Monica shivered at the touch of Wanda's fingers on the bare skin above her bikini pants.
"I hope we'll be better friends after this talk," Wanda said softly. "I've always liked you, honey. Maybe more than I should."
"More than you should?"
Wanda sighed as she began pulling ice cubes out of the freezer to make their drinks. "I suppose I should tell you," she said. "Real friends don't keep certain things secret, do they? I'm bisexual, honey. I started a few years ago, right after my last divorce. I like men, but women turn me on, too. Like you, for instance. You always have, you know. Now that I've tried making it with a woman, I guess it'll always be part of my life. You're a dream, Monica. I'd give anything to ball you. Please don't say no."
Stunned, Monica watched Wanda pour the daiquiris out of the shaker. It was hard to believe Wanda's little confession had actually occurred. It was hard to believe that pretty Wanda, so feminine and so attractive, enjoyed sex with women.
"Let me make love to you," Wanda said softly. "It'll get your mind off Charlie and that messed-up kid. It'll make you feel better about things, you'll see!"
And then somehow the drinks were put down and they were in each other's arms on the sofa.
Wanda whimpered in Monica's ear. Monica groaned at the feel of the blonde's body in her arms. She had never held a woman like this. There was a tenderness about it that was overwhelming.
They were both still warm from the sun and each could feel the heat of the other's body.
Monica shivered. She was certainly not a lesbian--she knew that. She was both repelled and fascinated by the soft feminine feel of Wanda's body. Another woman's body. How different it was than a man's!
She needed this. There was no question about that. After all she'd been through recently, she needed this burst of affection from Wanda. It made her feel loved again! She would let Wanda do the loving. There was no way she could bring herself to make love to another woman, but she would yield to Wanda just this once. It wouldn't be enough to give her real pleasure, but it was better than nothing. And it would make Wanda happy.
I was propositioned by a woman and I accepted, Monica thought. It was as simple as that.
They kissed. Monica was shocked at first at the wet hunger of Wanda's lips. Then she let herself go and moved into the kiss, giving as well as getting, accepting Wanda's tongue and then offering her own.
The taste and feel of Wanda's mouth was delicious. Monica caught Wanda's tongue between her teeth and sucked at it as though it were a cock. They exchanged saliva, drooling into each other's mouths until Monica trembled from Wanda's erotic aggressiveness.
There was a hunger in Wanda and Monica soon found herself overwhelmed by it. Wanda panted and moaned, her body shuddering, her legs and arms continually moving. Her hands were all over Monica's body. Monica's bikini was soon stripped off and tossed away and a moment later Wanda's followed.
"Let me look at you!" Wanda hissed, sitting up now to gaze at Monica's nakedness.
Monica blushed under her friend's hot eyes. There was lust in Wanda's eyes. Her gaze raked over Monica's full heaving tits and then down to the dark bush of hair at the junction of Monica's thighs.
Caught up in the hot lust of the moment, Monica watched Wanda's face as she opened her legs to show the blonde her pussy.
"Oh, baby!" Wanda crooned. She stared down at Monica's gaping wet cunt.
Monica opened her thighs even further, baring all of her crotch. She wanted Wanda's pretty mouth on her cunt, but she was too bashful to ask for it. She trembled as she thought of what it would be like to have Wanda's lips and tongue sucking and licking her pussy.
"I'm going to eat you!" Wanda hissed. "I'm going to suck that pretty pussy until you climb the walls! God, what a cunt! And what luscious tits! You've got the most gorgeous nipples I've ever seen!"
She put her hands on Monica's tits. She cupped and squeezed the heavy globes. She rolled Monica's nipples between her fingers, pulling them out and playfully pinching them.
Monica closed her eyes. Wanda's hands felt softer than a man's and they were more knowing. Wanda knew exactly how to probe and fondle another woman's tits. She brought Monica's nipples to full erection, made the sensitive nubs stiff and tingling and ready for sucking. Then, leaning forward with her wet tongue hanging out of her mouth, Wanda began licking and sucking Monica's turgid nipples until a wave of hot pleasure washed over Monica's trembling body.
In the meantime, Wanda's hands continued roving over Monica's tits and hips and belly. She kissed and fondled Monica's tits, sucked and chewed her long nipples until Monica began squirming her ass and moaning.
Now Wanda moved a leg between Monica's thighs. Monica groaned when she felt Wanda's kneecap pressing against her wet cunt. She opened her legs wide and then snapped them shut to capture Wanda's knee. As the blonde expertly massaged Monica's cunt with her knee, Monica gasped and began bucking her ass to fuck back at her friend's leg.
"Hot, baby?" Wanda teased. "Is Wanda's little kneecap getting to you?"
"Oh, God, I need more! I can't take this!"
The blonde laughed and began kissing Monica's belly. She tickled Monica's belly button with her tongue and then moved lower down to nuzzle Monica's cunt bush. Her thighs spread wide, Monica raised her crotch to offer her cunt to her friend.
"Eat me!" she hissed. "Please! I can't wait anymore!"
A spasm of lust wracked Monica's body as she tangled her fingers in Wanda's hair. She groaned and pushed the blonde's head down to her steaming crotch.
"Eat me!"
At long last Wanda's mouth clamped gluttonously over the dripping meat of Monica's cunt.
Wanda licked and sucked and slurped at Monica's oozing cunt. Monica raised herself up on her elbows to look down at the blonde's head between her thighs. It was different than with a man. The tender insides of her thighs weren't irritated by a beard, for one thing. Wanda's sucking was more expert than a man's. She knew where to apply pressure and where to be gentle. Monica groaned and fell back as she felt Wanda pushing a finger into the tight ring of her asshole. God, how she loved having a finger in her ass while she was sucked! Leave it to a woman to know that!
I desperately need this! Monica thought. She'd forgotten how delicious it was to be sucked by someone who really enjoyed the work. Clyde wasn't much for sucking and neither was Charlie. Wanda's sucking was heavenly!
She began bucking her hips now, gently fucking her cunt up at Wanda's face. When Wanda mewled encouragement, Monica increased the pace and force of her pumping. It was silly to lie there motionless while someone was sucking so beautifully at her cunt. She had to move!
"I'm almost there!" Monica gasped. "Don't stop what you're doing!"
She cried with pleasure as she felt her cuntlips pulled out by Wanda's teeth. She forced her knees back to her tits to give Wanda more access to the steaming flesh of her crotch. The blonde immediately stuffed her tongue into Monica's brimming cunthole.
"Uuuuunnnggghhh!" Monica groaned.
God, how she loved a tongue in her cunt! She could feel Wanda's tongue wriggling inside her fuck-channel. She could feel it probing and writhing like a snake. She liked the idea that a woman as attractive as Wanda was down there sucking up her cunt juice. It gave her a sense of power, a sense of fulfillment. Wanda was paying homage to her cunt. The blonde's darting tongue and slurping lips were servicing her pussy.
Monica decided that there was no way she would ever be able to suck another woman's cunt. The more she thought about it, the more the idea repelled her. The more it repelled her, the more she bucked her cunt at Wanda's face to get more friction.
"Suck me, bitch!" she cried. "Suck my cunt out! Suck me clean!"
Wanda lapped and slurped over the oozing well of Monica's pussy. Monica shuddered each time the blonde's tongue-tip rasped over her throbbing clit. She pictured Wanda's lovely thick tongue massaging her pussy-meat. For some reason she was more conscious of her cunt now than ever before. The wet hairy hole between her legs was the center of her existence.
"Oh, Jesus, yes!" Monica moaned.
Wanda was now biting gently on her cuntlips, chewing the meat of the hairy flaps. The blonde's fingers moved into the crack of her trembling ass, tickling the sweaty groove and then rubbing over the bump of Monica's tight little brownie.
Now the blonde moved both hands under Monica's ass to clutch the firm flesh of her asscheeks. Tossing her head from side to side, Monica humped her cunt at Wanda's ravenous mouth.
"Oh, God, I'm coming!" Monica cried.
Locking her thighs around Wanda's head, she began gyrating her ass to get the most out of the orgasm. She groaned and shuddered as she fed her steaming cunt to Wanda's hungry mouth.
"Suck me!" she moaned. "Suck my pussy!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Clyde Eberly had screwed two women at the same time only once before in his life and they had been high-school girls too inexperienced to know much about fucking. Now here he was stretched out on a living room rug with Monica and her friend Wanda working over him. If there was anything the two housewives didn't know about fucking, Clyde had no idea what it could be.
Wanda had two fingers reaming out his asshole and her free hand squeezing his nuts, while Monica bobbed her mouth up and down on his hard throbbing cock.
The women were disappointed that Vernon couldn't make it, but of course Clyde hadn't told Vernon anything at all. Clyde would be damned if he'd let Vernon's horsecock get all the attention. Once was enough. Especially since there was a new cunt involved. Wanda was a hot piece. He'd fucked two-dozen women since he'd started delivering appliances for his uncle's business and Monica and Wanda were definitely the best of them all.
They were hungry. As young as he was, he knew all about the hunger of housewives neglected by their husbands. They were always a better fuck than a teenage girl. Their cunts were juicier, their tits were bigger and they would do almost anything. They weren't ashamed to get their rocks off. A mature woman who liked sex wouldn't think twice about sticking her finger up a guy's ass while she sucked him off. Or showing him how she played with her pussy. He liked to watch that. There was nothing more exciting than watching a woman old enough to be his mother working her cunt with her fingers.
Wanda was a raunchy bitch. She liked pussy as well as cock. She'd practically drooled when he showed her the Polaroid's of Monica. Maybe he'd make her stick her tongue up Monica's cunt. He felt like a king. Christ, what a cocksucker Monica was!
Looking down, he could see the ring of Monica's lips moving on his cockshaft. Her big dark-nippled tits were shaking like two ripe melons. Wanda's nipples were a juicy pink. Christ, what a fucking scene! Having two broads like this was enough to blow his mind!
Wanda now shifted around to point her curvy ass towards his face. He could see the puckered nut of her pink-brown asshole. He wondered if she'd let him fuck her in the ass. Socking it to a woman in her shithole the first time was always a treat. It was always the women who wanted it--hardly ever the girls. The older the women, the more they seemed to like ass-fucking. Nearly every one of the housewives he'd fucked had sooner or later asked him to fuck them in the ass. Clyde Eberly at your service, ma'am!
Running his hand on Wanda's luscious ass, he squeezed and rolled her asscheeks as Monica continued sucking his cock. Wanda was now fingerfucking his asshole. He loved it. Each time her finger drilled into his shit-tube, he bucked his cock up into Monica's eager mouth.
"Yaaahhh!" he cried. "Suck it, you horny bitch!"
He grunted as Wanda tightened her grip on his balls. He tickled her asshole in response and chuckled as he watched her squirm. Her cuntlips were puffy and drooping. He could see the bright-pink meat of her slit. He imagined how wonderful it would be to ram his hard cock into that soft blonde pussy.
"Shit, let's fuck!" he groaned, pushing Monica off his cock and turning his full attention to Wanda.
Monica covered her dark cunt bush with her hand and began playing with herself.
He rolled Wanda over on her back. Lowering his head, he kissed her tits and sucked on her nipples.
"Mmmmmmmm!" Wanda purred. "Do me, honey!"
Monica was behind him now, running her lips along his spine down to his ass. He pushed Wanda's legs apart and gazed at her blonde cunt bush.
"Kiss it!" she hissed, pulling her knees back to completely expose her crotch. "Lick my cunt, baby!"
The white froth of juice coating the meat of her cunt made her pussy look a little raunchy, but he didn't mind. He sniffed and licked over her crotch and finally clamped his mouth over her wet cunthole. His nose rubbed her clit, his tongue probed her cunthole and his chin pushed into the crack of her ass.
The married women he'd fucked all liked to have their pussies licked. Some of them complained that they never got it from their husbands. They appreciated a good suck-job when they got it. Wanda had a tasty cunt and he grooved on it as he rubbed his face in it.
"Suck it, honey!" Wanda crooned, pumping her open wet-lipped cunt at his face. "Lick my pussy!"
He burrowed between her fat cuntlips, slurping up her thick juice as he rubbed his nose over her clit. Then he pulled back and straightened up.
"Pull your knees back," he said. "I'm going to fuck your brains out!"
Her steaming crotch turned up as she pulled her legs back. Shifting forward with his fist around his cockshaft, he positioned his bloated cockhead at the mouth of her cunthole and stuffed his fuck-pole into her gaping pussy.
Wanda groaned, wriggling her ass to get all of his long, thick cock inside. He began fucking her, each thrust of his cock in her fuck-channel causing her tits to vibrate like mounds of jelly.
He could feel Monica's cool hands caressing his ass as he pumped his cock in and out of Wanda's wet cunt. Soon she was clutching his asscheeks as he kept up a steady fucking rhythm.
"That's fucking!" Wanda hissed, pumping her cunt at his cock.
Monica kissed his back and moved her face down to run her lips over his asscheeks. A moment later he grunted as her tongue slithered wetly into the crack of his ass. She found his asshole and fluttered her tongue over it, massaging it, caressing it, getting it wet with her warm saliva.
Then Monica's face moved still lower, her tongue working between his asshole and his balls until she was able to plant her mouth over the junction of cunt and cock.
"Oh, yeah, baby!" he chuckled. "Get in there!"
He could feel his balls slapping against her face as she ran her lips over his pistoning cockshaft. She was sure getting herself a good shot at Wanda's cunt juice! Monica was a fuck-crazy bitch. Once she became turned on, she would do anything. He'd even pissed on her once. She was so damned cock-crazy, she claimed she loved it!
All three of them were writhing in the fuck now, grunting and groaning, their sweaty bodies heaving as they slammed and clawed at each other. Monica sucked and licked at the joining of cock and cunt, but at intervals her wet mouth moved up to his asshole to tickle his grommet with her tongue. He liked that. He liked the idea of this pretty married woman sticking her tongue up his ass. It was a good feeling, a feeling that put him on top of the world.
He grunted with pleasure when Monica sucked one of his dangling balls into her mouth. Christ, what a gas! He had his cock in one chick and his nuts getting sucked by another! He was damn glad Vernon wasn't there! The women would be all over Vernon's ten-inch cock and he'd have none of what he was getting now!
Then the pressure was suddenly building in his balls and he could no longer hold back his load.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" he bellowed. "Oh, shit, I'm blowing!"
His jism exploded out of his cock to blast Wanda's cunt. Each time he bucked his ass another spurt of hot cream jetted out. His eyes closed, his jaws clenched, he groaned as he emptied his balls into the blonde's hungry pussy.
When it was over, he pulled his cock out of Wanda's cunt and slumped down on the rug.
"Christ, what a fuck!" he rasped.
"The party's just begun!" Wanda cooed. "You can't stop now!"
They fucked him silly during the next two hours. When he finally left Wanda's place, he had a wilted cock and a smile on his suntanned young face. Later the smile vanished when he realized the envelope containing the Polaroid's was gone. The fucking bitches had stolen his pictures! Every one of them! He fumed and cursed, but after a while he laughed it off. Fuck Monica and her crazy old cunt! There were other women! The town was full of horny housewives waiting for a stiff cock to ream out their neglected pussies!
On her way home from Wanda's house, the Polaroid's safely in her purse, Monica decided to make a detour and see if Charlie was still working late in his office. She'd had enough fucking for one day. Now that she had the pictures back she could relax and be herself again. Affection for Charlie welled up in her heart. How shocked he would be if he knew about her life these past weeks!
Then she remembered Wanda's conviction that Charlie was screwing another woman. Was it true?
The office light was on. Monica used her key to let her into the back entrance of the building. She was halfway down the hall to the open office door when she realized with a shock that Charlie was in there with a woman.
Moving stealthily along until she could see, Monica held her breath. Charlie and the woman were stark naked on a couch.
The woman had her legs spread apart and Monica could see all of her hairy crotch and her lush-looking cunt. Damn Charlie! Wanda had been right about him seeing another woman!
I'm no better, Monica thought. She'd been getting fucked to a frazzle for some time now and she really had no right to complain. Nevertheless, she was crazy jealous. An immediate hatred for the woman on the sofa rose up in her chest. The lousy bitch cunt was sure attractive! Monica knew who she was. Her name was Rita and she was Charlie's new office manager, the girl who used to be his bookkeeper. No wonder Charlie worked late so often!
Now Charlie was running his hand between Rita's open thighs. Monica watched her husband play with the woman's cunt and then finally slip his fingers inside Rita's juicy cunthole.
It was somehow exciting to see Charlie like this, to watch him making out with another woman. Monica shivered when she realized her pussy was dripping.
"Christ, how I love fucking you!" Charlie said to Rita. He used his free hand to toy with her big red nipples. Her tits are no nicer than mine, Monica thought. How come she never got the attention Rita was getting?
The lovers on the office couch cooed at each other. It was obvious to Monica that this wasn't the first time for them. They were too much at ease with each other.
Charlie pushed his hand deeper into Rita's cunt. It looked like he had three fingers inside her pussy now. Monica squeezed her thighs together as she imagined the feel of three thick fingers churning inside her fuck-channel.
"Fuck me, Charlie!" Rita groaned. "Come on, honey, I need your cock!"
She squirmed her ass, rotating her cunt on Charlie's slowly pumping fingers. Monica could see the gleam of cunt juice on Charlie's hand. Rita was a brunette and she had a lush, swampy-looking crotch.
Charlie pulled his fingers out of Rita's wet cunt now and shifted his body into a position for fucking. He raised one of Rita's legs up on his shoulders. He fisted his long thick cock and rubbed his cockhead up and down between Rita's meaty cuntlips until he found the socket of her cunthole.
Giggling, Rita replaced his hand with her own. She curled her fingers around the shaft of his cock and slid his cockskin back and forth a few times along the column of hard muscle.
"Mmmmm, you're as hard as a rock!" she crooned.
She teased her wet red cunt with Charlie's throbbing cock and then a moment later Charlie lurched forward to push his hard cock into her waiting hole.
"Oh, yeah!" Rita groaned. "That's it, lover! Sock it in there! Jesus, what a prick! It feels so gooood!"
Monica had to control an urge to rush in there and scratch out the eyes of the bitch-cunt on the couch. It felt so good, did it? Monica knew damn well how good Charlie's cock could feel inside her pussy!
Charlie began fucking Rita with a steady rhythm. Monica's heart pounded as she watched her husband's ass pumping his fuck-meat into another woman's greedy cunt. Monica had to admit to herself that watching Charlie's body as he fucked turned her on. As fucked out as she was from the session with Wanda and Clyde, she was now horny again. Her pussy was wet and quivering and her nipples were stiff. She had a husband with a lovely hard cock, but instead of having his meat for her very own, he was in there fucking another woman!
"Come on, honey!" Rita crooned. "Shoot me full of juice! Come for me!"
Charlie fucked her with hard piston strokes. Monica bit her lips as she watched his heavy balls swinging between his legs. They sure looked as if they were enjoying themselves! She was insanely jealous! From where she stood she could see everything clearly. She could see every inch of Charlie's juice-coated, blue-veined cock as he ploughed in and out of Rita's hairy cunt.
Rita's cunt juice was whipped into a white froth. White juice coated her cuntlips and ran down the hairy crack of her ass. Her hands clawed at Charlie's hips and now they moved down to clutch his asscheeks.
Ragged gasps came out of Charlie's throat as he humped his pretty office manager. Suddenly he pulled his cock out of her slurping cunt and croaked.
"Turn over! Let me fuck your asshole!"
Monica's hand flew to her mouth to muffle a gasp. She watched Rita roll over and get on her knees to offer Charlie her curvy ass. Rita's dark cunt bush puffed out between her thighs. The brown puckered ring of her asshole was surrounded by dark curls of hair growing in her ass crack.
On his knees now behind Rita, Charlie ran his hands over her creamy white ass. Monica moaned softly as she watched her husband bend forward to lick the dark gulch between Rita's full round asscheeks. It was obvious to Monica that Charlie had his mouth on Rita's asshole. Did he have his tongue inside? It had never occurred to Monica that Charlie would do such a thing to a woman. He certainly had never done it to her! Her asscheeks clenched as she imagined how marvelous it would feel to have Charlie's tongue working inside her bung. She moaned again as she watched his face press more firmly into the crack of Rita's billowy ass.
When he finally pulled his mouth away, Rita's brown asshole looked wet enough for fucking. Charlie rimmed her puckered grommet with her fingertip and then he pushed his finger inside the elastic ring and screwed it around to loosen up the muscle.
He knows all about it, Monica thought with a jealous pang. Charlie had never fucked her in the ass, but he obviously was an old hand at it. Was Rita the only woman whose ass he'd fucked? She'd fix that bitch! A plan was forming in Monica's mind, a devilish plan to get even with the attractive office-manager now offering her asshole to Monica's husband.
Fisting his cock, Charlie aimed his cockhead at Rita's winking shitter. Monica held her breath as she watched his bloated knob push against the tight ring. She had never seen anything like this. She had watched Clyde fucking Wanda, but she had never seen a woman getting it in the ass. How erotic it was! Her knees trembled as she watched her husband pull Rita's asscheeks apart with his hands. He grunted as his cockhead suddenly squeezed inside Rita's dark asshole.
"Christ, you're tight!" Charlie hissed.
Rita gurgled with pleasure. "Is it nice, lover? Am I good and tight for you? Give me all of it! Oh, yes! Oh, God, that feels wonderful!"
Monica slipped a hand down to her crotch to rub her pussy. Watching Charlie ass-fucking Rita was the most thrilling thing she'd ever seen. They looked like two lusty animals. He had his hands under her belly now and Monica could tell from the way Rita moaned that Charlie's fingers were inside her wet cunt. Clyde had done that to her. He had put his fingers in her cunt at the same time as he had his cock in her asshole and the sensation had been marvelous--almost as good as having a cock in there. She knew the pleasure Rita was feeling!
Gasping and grunting, his fuck-pole caught in the hot grip of Rita's clutching shithole, Charlie slowly pistoned his cock in and out of her tight bung.
He suddenly stiffened. "Oh, shit, I'm coming!" he groaned.
Rita mewled. Squirming her hips, she clenched the muscles of her ass to squeeze the load of jism out of Charlie's cock and balls. Monica shuddered as she watched Charlie pump his hot cream into the office manager's sucking shit-tube.
I'll fix that bitch's ass! Monica fumed as she moved quietly away. Not now. She wouldn't disturb them now. She would get even with Rita in her own way. She would show Rita she wasn't the only woman in the world who knew how to take a cock up her ass!
CHAPTER EIGHT
It took a few days for Monica to learn what she wanted to know about Rita. The next time Charlie worked late, Monica called Rita's home and introduced herself to Rita's husband. He was surprised at her suggestion that they meet in a cocktail lounge, but he agreed.
"The Carousel Lounge on Route 20," Monica said. "Ask for me at the bar."
Rita's husband turned out to be a lanky Texan named Ted. He was obviously puzzled and suspicious as they sat at the bar drinking. Monica sighed at the tangled mess her life was in. Here she was about to proposition the husband of Charlie's office manager!
Ted looked like he knew how to handle himself in bed. She quivered as she wondered if the tall Texan had a long cock to go with his height. Getting even with Rita and Charlie was going to be more fun than she'd expected!
"I'll come right out with it," Monica finally said. "Your wife is having an affair with my husband."
Ted looked stunned. Then his face flushed and he began cursing.
"I'll bust her ass! Are you sure, Mrs. Winslow?"
"You can call me Monica. I saw them naked together in my husband's office."
After that it was easy. A few more drinks and they were exchanging stories about their troubles. Their knees touched. His eyes raked over the swell of her tits and before long they were leaving the bar to get themselves tucked into one of the rooms of the motel.
"I've always liked Texans!" Monica crooned as they walked arm in arm across the gravel. He had his hand on her ass, one finger lightly probing the crack between her asscheeks. Her cunt was already juiced up in anticipation of a delicious fuck. Getting even would be sweet!
Once inside the room, they quickly moved into each other's arms. She thrilled at his eagerness as his lips mashed against hers in a hard kiss. His thick tongue pushed into her mouth and soon she was sucking on it to let him know she was turned on.
She squirmed her body against his, running her hands over his shoulders and back and grinding her belly against the bulge in his crotch.
"I think I'm going to like getting even!" she purred.
"Yeah!" Ted breathed. "Me, too!"
He pressed his chest against her firm tits. She could feel the long, solid outline of his cock. His prick seemed big enough to fuck her to a frazzle. God, how she needed that! She needed his hard man-meat reaming out her soft wet fuck-channel!
She had to touch him. He grunted his approval when she slid her hand between their bodies and squeezed his cock. She ran her fingertips underneath to probe his ball-sac. Even through his clothes, she could tell he was well-hung. Yummy! she thought.
"This sure is a helluva way to meet somebody for the first time!" he chuckled as he ran his big hands over her heavy tits.
She relaxed against him, loving the way he pawed her boobs and pinched her nipples. Her hands clutched the cheeks of his firm ass through his pants. He returned the caress, digging his fingers into the crack of her butt. Rotating her hips, she continued grinding her crotch against the hard meat of his cock.
"Oh, God, let's get our clothes off!" she hissed. She pulled away from him and began frantically undressing.
They watched each other as they stripped, their eyes moving hungrily over their bodies. She wriggled her hips as she stepped out of her dress. Unhooking her bra, she freed her tits and bent forward a bit to give him the full effect.
"Gorgeous knockers!" he leered.
"Are you a tit man?"
"Sometimes," he snickered. "I'll have to see the rest before I decide."
When he peeled his shirt off, she was pleased by the strength of his body. Wearing nothing but her panties, she held her tits in her hands and waited for him to catch up.
His pants and shorts finally came down and she found herself thrilled by the sight of his hard throbbing fuck-meat rising up from his hairy crotch.
"I see it's true that they grow them big in Texas!" she said playfully.
Grinning at her, he fisted his cockshaft and pulled his foreskin back to expose the fat plum of his rosy cockhead.
His pisshole was wet with juice. As she gazed hungrily at his bloated knob, he tantalized her by squeezing out a drop of clear juice with his fingertips. His hairy balls looked big and heavy. She shivered as she thought of all the hot jism waiting to be milked out.
She rolled her ass as she began peeling her panties down over her asscheeks. His eyes glittered as he gazed at the dark hair covering her cuntmouth. Pulling her panties down over her calves, she stepped out of them and tossed them aside.
Her tits hung down full and round, her nipples stiff and tingling. When she sat down on the bed, he came and stood in front of her with his hard cock swaying under her nose.
Pulling him forward, she nuzzled his belly, trailing kisses across his body and down into his crotch hair. She purred as she rubbed her tits against his thighs.
He put his hands on her head. "Come on, baby," he said. "Take it in your mouth! Suck on it!"
She looked up at him and she looked back at his cock, at his swollen purple cockhead, at the juice oozing out of his pisshole. Opening her lips, she sucked his fat cock head into the wet oven of her mouth.
She bobbed her head up and down a few times, slurping on his cockmeat, then pulled her face away. Rolling back on the bed, she spread her thighs.
"Fuck me!" she said.
He crawled between her wide-spread legs. Gazing down at her crotch, he ran his hands along the insides of her thighs and fingered her cuntlips. He pulled the hairy flaps of her cunt open and gazed at the pink wetness of her cuntmeat.
"Come on!" she hissed. "Give it to me!"
She raised up her crotch, offering herself to him.
Shuddering as he massaged her clit with his fingertips, cunt boiling, she wanted his cock in there. She wanted a hard fucking.
"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Fuck me!"
"Yeah, baby," he said.
He shifted forward and prodded the spongy knob of his cock against the mouth of her cunthole. She was wet enough to make the entrance easy. His cockhead slipped in, his turgid fuckpole sliding smoothly into her fuck channel.
He rammed his cock into her gaping wet hole, his balls slapping against her ass. She moaned as he buried his prick in her hot pussy. She rolled her ass, feeling his fat cockhead move around in the channel of her cunt.
He began fucking her slowly, driving in deeply with each stroke.
"You're a hot-assed little bitch." he said. "You've got a hot pussy."
She squeezed her cunt muscles and clutched the shaft of his cock. Each time he lunged forward his cock head rammed the end of her cunt channel.
She shuddered with each thrilling thrust of his cockmeat. He had a good cock and he knew how to use it.
"You sweet little cunt," he groaned. "I'm going to come!"
She mewled in response, humping her hips, fucking back at his cock. Her mind was overwhelmed by the glorious sensation of his prick pistoning in and out of her cunt. She shuddered as she climaxed.
A moment later she felt the hot gush of his jism, rich and thick, flooding her cunthole. He continued pumping, spurting his cream into her hungry fuck channel.
Even after coming his cock was still hard. She let her legs slide down over his hips. The wetness of his jism mixed with her cunt juices. His cock popped free.
She rested a moment and then got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. Her knees trembled as she wiped up the jism oozing out of her cunthole.
When she returned to the bedroom they talked about Rita and Charlie. He insisted on knowing all the details of what she had seen in Charlie's office. He smirked when she finally revealed that she had seen Charlie fucking Rita's asshole.
"She loves it in the back door," Ted said.
Monica blushed when he looked at her with questioning eyes.
"If you're waiting for an invitation, you have it," she said. "But I think I better get you nice and hard again."
Bending over him, she began working her mouth over his half-hard cock. He put his hands at the sides of her head, caressing her ears as she took his cockhead inside her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down on his turgid cockshaft.
At intervals she licked his cock up and down, rubbing his fat knob over her face. Then she closed her lips over his cockhead again and sucked hard.
She opened her jaws wide. Pushing down, she stripped his foreskin back and took his cock into her mouth until his cockhead jabbed at the back of her throat.
He slowly moved his hips, fucking his cock in and out of her mouth. It wasn't long before his cock was as good as new, a hard column of meat, eager and throbbing.
He pulled his cock free and looked at her.
"Do you still want me to fuck you in the ass?" he asked.
"Yes!" she hissed. "Do it!"
Scrambling up, she kneeled at the edge of the bed with her head resting on her arms and her ass up in the air. She knew the way she must look to him, her asshole and cunthole open and gaping.
He came and stood behind her. He ran his hands over her asscheeks, caressing her smooth skin, rubbing his fingers up and down her crotch, tickling her cuntlips. Finally he ran his fingertips over the rim of her asshole.
She wiggled her ass, urging him on. When he spread her asscheeks open she could feel her asshole gaping. Once again his fingertips tickled her asshole.
Then he moved his fingers down into her cunt, wet them with her cunt juice and smoothed the fluid over her puckered grommet. A moment later he pushed a finger deep inside her shit-tube.
She groaned as the pleasure surged through her. His finger came out.
"Now!" she said. "Give it to me now! Fuck my ass!"
She tilted her ass back, offering it to him. Once again he spread her asscheeks. Then she felt his fat cockhead pressing against her asshole.
"Perfect little ass!" he hissed.
She groaned. He pushed forward, his cockhead stretching the ring of her asshole. She relaxed her muscles and a moment later his spongy cockhead pushed inside her shit-hole.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she groaned.
The pressure of his entering cock overwhelmed her. Her asshole opened up to swallow his fuckpole. His cock head plunged through, reaming out her shit-tube. His cockshaft slid in easily up to the hilt.
"Oh God, you're big!" she said.
She moaned when he slowly pulled out. Then he plunged in again and she shuddered with the delicious sensation of it. He pumped slowly at first and then the rhythm picked up.
She matched him by bucking her ass back to meet his cock.
"Christ, what an ass!" he grunted. "Gorgeous, tight little ass!"
Gyrating her hips, she squeezed her asshole to milk his cock. He was grunting loudly now, mashing his belly on her asscheeks. Then he stiffened.
A moment later he roared like a bull and she could feel the heat of his jism gushing into her shit-tube. She came, shuddering and shaking on his cock, the joy of her orgasm racking her body. Her mind was conscious of nothing except the cock meat stretching her asshole and the hot jism filling her shit-tube.
She hung there on his cock a moment and then with a soft moan she rolled free and collapsed on the bed.
It took them a while to recover. When finally they were dressed again, they hardly talked to each other. It was almost as if they were embarrassed by what they had done.
As they left the motel room they turned and found themselves facing another couple coming out of the next room. The two couples looked at each other in a state of shock. The two other people were Rita and Charlie.
CHAPTER NINE
Monica would never forget that moment. She and Charlie found themselves facing their infidelity and the possible end of their marriage.
There were hardly any words exchanged. There were none needed. It was obvious to each of them what had been going on. She and Charlie somehow extricated themselves and got away from Rita and Ted.
They said nothing to each other on the drive home and hardly anything at all during the next few days. Monica realized it was a turning point in their marriage.
In addition to not talking to each other there was no fucking and that was the hardest part of all. She couldn't bring herself to contact Clyde or Ted and Bannister of course was out of the question.
At the end of two weeks she realized she had to do something, but she didn't know what. The answer came in the form of a young boy hitchhiking on a road on the other side of town.
She'd been visiting her mother when she saw the boy at one of the highway junctions. She pulled over sharply. He was tall for his age. She noticed the muscles in his arms as he leaned in through the open window of the car.
"All right, get in," she said.
He grinned. He opened the door and slid into the seat next to her. Her eyes caught the bulge in his crotch. Her pussy fluttered. After weeks of abstinence the sight of this young kid was enough to send the juices in her cunt flowing.
The boy seemed nervous as they drove off. She questioned him as casually as possible. He was on his way home. His interest in her was obvious. She more than once caught his eyes on her tits. He blushed when he realized she was aware of his staring.
"You're shy," she teased. "You shouldn't be. Do you like me?"
"Sure," he said.
Monica chuckled. A boy his age could be delicious. Such innocence!
Acting on impulse she turned down an old side road.
"Where are you going?" the boy said.
"Just relax honey," she said, "and leave everything to me."
She stopped the car in a deserted spot under a tree. Turning to him, she took his hand and pulled it to her tits.
"Go on," she said, "I don't mind. You can touch me if you want."
There was amazement on his face, but also intense interest in his eyes. He kept his hand in place and then gradually his fingers began moving, roaming over her tits, exploring the heavy globes that swelled under her thin blouse.
Then, as if realizing with a shock what he was doing, he pulled his hand away and sat back.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be silly," Monica laughed. "Just sit still. I'll do everything!"
Leaning over, she ran her hand over his chest and down to his crotch. Her fingers caressed the bulge of his cock.
"Relax, honey," she whispered.
She pulled his zipper down. She opened his belt buckle and unsnapped his jeans. Pulling the flaps of his pants open, she exposed his white shorts to reveal the outline of his hard cock.
Her cunt was steaming! She wanted his lovely young prick in her hand. How delicious he was! The look on his face was half fear and half lust.
Slipping her hand inside his fly and her fingers inside his shorts, she touched his cock for the first time. Her blood raced. She mewled with pleasure as she worked his cock out of his pants.
He was so wonderfully stiff. She brought his fuckpole completely out into the open and began caressing it with her fingertips. Each time she touched him the boy shivered with pleasure.
She played her fingertips up and down his throbbing cockshaft and over his bloated cockhead. At intervals she closed her fist around his cockshaft and squeezed, holding him in a tight grip, feeling his blood pound through his fuckmeat.
She worked her thumb over the head of his cock, smearing the juice oozing out of his piss-hole. He was leaning back now, his head resting on the car seat, his mouth open and his eyes closed.
His breathing was heavy. Gasps and moans escaped his throat each time she touched him in a sensitive place.
"You like this, don't you?" she said.
She was enjoying herself. She liked the power she had over him. She was in full control of things. She could play him like a musical instrument. She was anxious to keep him from coming before she wanted him to.
She began working his foreskin back and forth along his cockshaft, pumping his fuckmeat, jerking him off with a slow easy rhythm that made him shiver.
How marvelous it was to be the experienced one! This time she was the one calling the shots. She loved it!
Her hands moved between his thighs and her fingers found his balls. She probed his nuts, caressing them lightly, smiling at the way he groaned in response to her touch.
"Let's get your pants down!" she said.
He helped her by raising his ass and soon she had his pants and shorts off. His cock and balls were free now. He was more developed than she expected, obviously mature for his age.
He had a thick growth of crotch hair and his pink balls looked full. Once again she took his cock in her hand and stroked him up and down. She used her free hand to fondle his balls.
Leaning over she purred, "I'm going to do something nice to you. Would you like that?"
"Yeah," he breathed.
"What would you like?" she teased.
"I don't know."
"Would you like me to suck you?"
"God, yes!" he hissed.
She chuckled. Leaning across him she lowered her head and began licking his cock. She lapped him gently at first, just his cockhead, tasting his clean flesh and sniffing his young male scent.
She could feel her tits swelling inside her bra. Her nipples were stiff. The crotch of her panties was sopping wet with her cunt juice. She licked the head of his cock, dribbling saliva over his throbbing fuckmeat.
Pushing his foreskin down, she worked her tongue behind the flat rim of his cockhead and then underneath to the sensitive groove that defined his knob. She worked his foreskin back and forth with her lips.
At times she sucked on the very tip of his cock and then she'd take all of his meat into her mouth until his cockhead jabbed at the back of her throat.
She worked up a load of saliva and then dribbled it out over his cockhead and balls. She sucked on him gluttonously, slurping and slobbering over his warm young meat.
At times she formed her lips into a tight ring and applied pressure to his cockhead, rocking her body back and forth as she fucked her lips up and down on his cockshaft.
His cock throbbing and glistening wet with her spit, the boy tossed his head back and groaned. She loved it. She loved the feel of his cock in her mouth. She loved the way his fuckpole stuffed her.
Tightening her lips, bobbing her head, she continued gobbling up his prick. She swirled her tongue round and round, massaging his bloated cockhead and then applying a powerful suction to the spongy knob.
"Oh Jesus!" the boy cried.
Squeezing his balls, she continued sucking him, working her lips back and forth over his fat mushroom, thinking of the hot jism she would soon have splattering down her throat.
Suddenly, without warning, she came. She shuddered with pleasure and surprise. The muscles of her cunt spasmed and then a moment later her whole body convulsed.
A deep groan of pleasure escaped her throat. A moment later she moaned again as the first jet of the boy's come gushed into her hungry mouth.
Her cunthole continued spasming as his cock shot spurt after spurt of hot jism. His cream splattered over her tongue and teeth, filling up her mouth, until she had to swallow in order to avoid choking.
She continued sucking him until the very end, dragging her lips back and forth over his pulsing cockmeat. His cock finally went soft and rubbery in her mouth and with a last suck she pulled back.
A deep voice--a strange voice--suddenly said, "Jesus fucking Christ!"
Monica bolted upright. Her lips still wet with the boy's jism, she focused her eyes. Two cops, one on each side of the car, were peering in the windows.
She soon learned there were three cops, not two. They told her she was under arrest. She never knew why. The boy was somehow suddenly gone and she found herself alone with three men in uniform.
It wasn't long before she realized there would be more happening than just a simple arrest. They drove her in a police car to the factory district in town.
As they led her into an abandoned warehouse, she quivered as she realized what was about to happen. In the back of her mind she wondered if it was all a dream.
She was dazed. Her fear fogged her sense of reality. Time passed somehow and then she found herself stretched out on a large piece of cardboard, held down by two men while the third one pawed her body.
She writhed with a mixture of fear and lust. One of them held her arms over her head. Another held her feet. His fingers pressing her tender flesh, the third man, the man between her legs, worked on her body.
Her nipples were wet with his saliva. He had three fingers inside her sopping pussy. His thumb massaged her throbbing clit.
She squirmed her ass on the cardboard and moaned. "Fuck me!" she panted. "Please, please fuck me!"
She humped his hand, fucking back at his fingers. He looked down at. her with a lewd grin.
"You want cock, don't you, baby? Well, you just be a good little piece and we might not take you in."
He continued pumping his fingers in and out of her cunt. Then he suddenly pulled them out, rose up, took hold of his cock and showed it to her.
"This is what you want, huh?"
Dazed, she feasted her eyes on his fuckpole. She nodded her head. She wanted fucking and she wanted it bad. The fact that they were forcing her made no difference any more. She wanted it as badly as they did.
"You want my cock?" he taunted her.
"Yes!" she hissed. "Give it to me! Fuck me! Stick it in!"
She pushed her crotch up in the air, inviting him.
"Stick it in before I go crazy!" she groaned.
Did this day really exist? Had she really sucked the cock of that teenage kid? Was she actually about to be fucked by these three cops? She didn't care anymore about the reality, She was hungry for cock and the only thing that mattered was that the man between her legs was getting ready to stuff her pussy with his meat.
He teased her by playing with her cunt. Then she groaned as he suddenly rammed his finger inside her asshole.
"Not there!" she hissed. "Put it in my cunt!"
He laughed insanely. "Shut your mouth, slut! You'll get it where I want to give it to you! Turn her loose, boys. I can handle her!"
The other two men released her now. She had no intentions of struggling. She wanted the cock of the man between her legs. She looked at his cruel face.
"Spread your legs wide," he leered.
Quivering with lust she obeyed him. She had to have cock. Her legs open, she pulled her knees back to raise up her crotch and rocked her ass in invitation.
"Come on, fuck me, you son-of-a-bitch!" she said. "Hurry up!"
Cackling, he fisted his cockshaft and rubbed his cockhead up and down between the wet lips of her cunt. Fitting his cockhead into the socket of her cunthole, he pushed forward and gave her about an inch of cockshaft.
"Give it to me!" she groaned. "Give me all of it!"
He pushed forward again and his long thick cock slid smoothly into the sopping channel of her cunt. She sucked in her breath as her steaming pussy was filled with his stiff cockmeat.
I'm nothing but a slut, she thought. She was getting raped and enjoying every minute of it!
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me hard!"
He began screwing her, his arms supporting her legs and his hips twisting and turning as he pistoned his cock in and out of her juice-drenched cunt.
His pile-driving thrusts shook her to the core. She loved the brutal fuck. She loved the way her body was jolted each time he rammed his cock home.
"Give it to me, damn you!" she cried. "Fuck me!"
"Jesus, what a cock-hungry bitch!" he cackled.
He suddenly pulled his bloated prick out of her twitching hole. Rolling over on his back, he grabbed her head and forced it down to his crotch.
"Lick my cock, whore! Get yourself a mouthful!"
He pushed her head down, jamming her face into his crotch. The other two men laughed as they watched. They were degrading her and she shuddered as she realized how much she enjoyed it!
She sniffed his juice-coated cock. She began licking him, running her tongue over his cockhead and then back along his cockshaft. She shivered at the taste of her own cunt juice.
God help me! she thought. There was no way she could resist the lure of his fuckmeat. He was so big and hard! How lovely his cock was, glistening with juice and throbbing with excitement!
She was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure of using her mouth on him. Her surrender was total. With a soft moan, she sucked his spongy cockhead between her parted lips.
"Yeah!" he groaned. "That's the way. Lick it, baby! Suck it!"
She could taste the clear fluid oozing out of his pisshole. Her tongue swirled over his cockhead, massaging the tight-fleshed knob. Now she closed her fingers around his cockshaft and slowly pumped the cylinder of hard meat while she continued sucking on the juicy knob.
"That's it!" he hissed. "Go to town, slut! Suck it!"
Her mouth bobbed up and down on his glistening cunt-slick cock. The other men were stripping off their clothes now. A shiver of lust went up her spine when she realized that all three of them were going to fuck her.
A guttural groan of lewd anticipation escaped her throat. She squeezed the thick cockshaft in her hand, milking it, forcing more of .the clear fluid out of the pisshole, sucking up the juice that oozed out of his slit.
Her darting tongue fluttered and swabbed, massaging his fuckpole, running up and down his cockshaft, swirling over the flared rim of his bloated cockhead.
"Suck on it, baby!" he hissed. "Suck this cock!"
Tightening her lips in the groove behind his cockhead, she sucked on it as though it were a ripe fruit. She chewed and slurped on the plum of his knob until he groaned with pleasure. She lapped and slurped over his throbbing fuckmeat, her hungry mouth drooling a steady flow of saliva.
Her pussy quivered at the heady aroma of aroused male cock filling her nostrils. She gave him a thorough blow-job, her tongue constantly active, her head continually bobbing. The ring of her lips moved up and down in a steady rhythm over the shaft of his long thick cock.
"Jesus, what a cocksucker!" he said.
She no longer cared about his response. She wasn't doing it for him anymore. She reveled in the cocksucking, enjoying every moment of it, loving the feel of his fat cock stuffing her mouth.
She was on her hands and knees now, bobbing her head rhythmically up and down on his fuckpole, fucking him with her face.
"Look at that cunt go to town!" someone said.
She was no longer certain what was happening to her. In a corner of her mind she knew she was being raped by three cops, but nothing mattered except the orgasms convulsing her body.
Her cunt spasmed with one contraction after another as she sucked his prick. Her crotch was soaked with the juices gushing out of her steaming pussy.
One of the other men was behind her now. He rammed two fingers up her cunt from the rear. She groaned at the stretching of her cunt-mouth. He wriggled his fingers around, reaming out her cunt channel.
Penetrated now fore and aft, she shuddered with a raging lust. With each stroke she swallowed up more and more of the cock in her mouth. She was soon able to get the fat cockhead halfway down her throat.
The cop on the floor grunted at the squeezing tight sensation as her throat muscles clutched his cockhead. Suddenly stiffening, he cried out and began shooting his load. Spurt after spurt of thick jism jetted into her mouth, coating her tonsils and sliding down her gullet.
Oh God, I love it! she thought. She quivered as she drank his hot come. She ravenously sucked on his spurting fuckpole. The pungent taste of male fuckjuice overwhelmed her senses.
She was obsessed with the idea of drinking him dry, of sucking all the juice out of his balls, of leaving him limp and powerless. She had a sudden fantasy of drowning in jism, of being fucked by a hundred men and suffocating in a pool of hot come.
The man on the floor finally pushed her face away from his cock and rolled over with a groan. The man behind her had hold of her hips now. His fingers were out of her cunt and she could feel his fat cockhead rubbing up and down between her drooping cuntlips.
He was going to fuck her from the back. She spread her legs and raised her ass up in the air to offer him encouragement. Mewling and moaning, she rested her head on her forearms and wiggled her hips.
Looking back between her legs, she could see his hairy thighs and swinging nuts as he moved in. He chuckled as he massaged her pouting cunt with the flat of his hand.
"We've got us a hot little piece!" he said.
A moment later his bloated knob stretched her cuntmouth and pushed into her steaming fuck channel.
"Christ, she's tight!" he said.
He had a big cock. Her cunt felt as though it were being split apart. She loved it. The feel of the huge slab of cockmeat stretching her tissues was exquisite.
He leaned over her now and flattened her down on the cardboard, pressing her belly against the floor. He began pumping her cunt, pounding her ass with his crotch.
She pushed back at him, bucking up her ass and fucking back at his cock. Her tits mashed against the cardboard, she squirmed like an eel under his thrusts.
Then he raised her to her knees again and reached underneath to grab her hanging tits. He pinched and pulled at her nipples to the rhythm of his piledriving cock.
Groaning, she slid her hand back to cradle his swollen balls. She cried out with ecstasy each time his cockhead stretched the mouth of her cunthole.
The tempo of his fucking increased now. He ground against her furiously, screwing his cock in and out of her cunt with a relentless rhythm.
Another mind-blowing climax racked her body. Her ass jiggled and swayed as she came. He continued fucking with powerful strokes into her soft pussy.
Warm cunt juice gushed out of her cunthole to wet the insides of her thighs. She quaked and groaned as he rammed his cock into her again and again.
Rocking on her knees, she called out to him to give her more.
"Fuck me harder!" she cried. "Give it to me! Fuck me!"
Grunting like a crazed bull, he rammed his turgid swollen cock in and out of the channel of her oozing cunt.
"Oh Christ, I'm coming!" he groaned.
A raucous bellow roared out of his throat as he came. Monica threw her head back and crooned with delight as she felt the gush of his load spew into the steaming channel of her cunt.
His hot thick cream splattered back out again to drench her thighs. Her pussy was flooded with his jism. She quivered as the last jets of his spurting load hit her sucking hole.
When he finally pulled his cock out of her cunt, she cried out.
"I want more! Somebody fuck me quick! Don't stop fucking me!"
They laughed at her. One of them hadn't fucked her yet. She was no longer certain which one, but when she saw one of them with a stiff cock she turned to him and begged.
"Fuck me, please!"
"Lick my asshole," he said with a leer, raising up his knees and offering her his crotch.
She groaned and swooped down on him, licking into the hairy musky crack of his ass. Swabbing her tongue over his balls and down to his asshole, massaging the tight ring of his grommet, she slithered it inside to tongue-fuck his bunghole.
"Oh Jesus, she's good!" the man groaned.
Pulling her tongue out of his asshole she rolled over on her back and raised her legs.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me now!"
"Bullshit!" he said. "You do the work! Get on top of me!"
He stretched out on his back and made her straddle him. Squatting over his cock, she positioned his cockhead at the mouth of her cunthole and impaled herself on his fuckmeat.
Rotating her hips, she squirmed her ass on his crotch and shuddered with pleasure. The feel of his long thick cock stuffing her insides was marvelous.
She began bouncing up and down on his fuckpole, her tits flopping like two heavy melons. Her hair flew and her mouth hung open.
Someone came behind her now and pushed her down until her tits were mashed against the man she was fucking. Strong hands spread her asscheeks apart. She felt a hard cockhead rubbing against her shithole.
She groaned as she realized what was about to happen. The cockhead pushing against her asshole pressed forward and a moment later it popped in, sliding past the tight ring and into the hot rubbery grip of her shit-tube.
She had two cocks in her now and the sensation of being stuffed and stretched with male fuckmeat drove her wild. She shuddered and quaked and cried out her lust.
They began working their cocks in tandem, one fucking in while the other fucked out, alternately reaming her cunt and ass with their turgid pricks.
Then she felt a hot cockhead pressing against her mouth, pushing against her lips. The third man wanted his cock sucked. How delicious it was!
With a soft moan of delight, she opened her mouth and sucked the third cock into her body.
She had no idea how long it went on. From the warehouse they took her to a motel to get cleaned up. She felt at ease with them, almost as if they had a special bond that united them.
They finally drove her back to her car and released her. Somehow she got home.
When she walked into the house, she found Charlie sitting up waiting for her.
"Listen," he said, "we have to have a little talk."
She was exhausted. Her mind was a blank. She stood there waiting to hear what he had to say.
"I've been thinking things over," he said. "I think we have to find some way to start things fresh again. I mean the sex. We could try again. We can start having some fun again."
She looked at him. Her eyes bleary, she smiled.
"Sure, Charlie. Whatever you say."
"We can start now," he said. "Let's get into the bedroom and fuck."
She turned away to hide the look of consternation on her face. She was physically drained. She doubted if she'd be able to get through another bout of sex, but she was willing to try. She had to try.
They went into the bedroom and Charlie undressed her. He kissed her tenderly as he removed her clothes. Then he undressed and their eyes met. She found herself eagerly awaiting his caress.
Something was happening. There seemed to be a real togetherness now. They seemed to have a new understanding about each other. She thought about what had happened that day, but it was hard to believe it had been anything but a dream.
Her feelings of guilt were somehow gone. All that mattered was Charlie and her marriage. She gazed fondly at his big cock, at his familiar hairy balls bloated with jism.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she deliberately spread her thighs to give him a clear look at her cunt. She remembered how in the first days of their marriage he never got tired of looking at her pussy.
He had made her feel she had a jewel between her legs. Now, after all these years, he made her feel that way again.
Her cunt was wet. After all the fucking she'd done that day she found it difficult to believe she had more juice in her. She touched her cuntlips with her fingertips to make sure.
It was true. She was wet and slippery again, once more ready for fucking. Charlie grinned as he watched her explore her pussy with her fingers.
"Get the box ready, honey. I've got a present to put in it!"
Beside her on the bed, he sucked one of her swollen nipples into his mouth. When he pulled his lips away, her nipple was wet with his saliva.
"Beautiful tits!" he hissed. "You've got the nicest pair in town!"
She smiled and arched her big globes forward eagerly. As he kissed and sucked them, she closed her fingers around his rigid cockshaft. She could feel his fuckmeat throbbing in her hand.
She was hungry for it. She wanted his cock. Not just any cock, but Charlie's cock. His gentle sucking on her tits made her shiver with pleasure. Hot juice flowed from her cunt, oozing out over her thick cuntlips and running down her thighs.
It occurred to her now that she had everything she wanted. Charlie was strong and virile. She was a passionate woman, but he could certainly fulfill all her needs.
As he eased her back on the bed, she was more eager for fucking than ever. Wriggling her hips, she whispered in his ear.
"Put your hand on my pussy!" she said.
Her body quivered the minute his hand settled on her crotch. She began humping, fucking her cunt on his hand.
"Monica's hot little pussy!" he chuckled.
She looked down with hot eyes at the bobbing of his hard cock. Shifting her body, she perched her ass on the edge of the bed, opened her thighs and pulled her legs back.
Charlie smiled. He left the bed and got down on his knees at her feet. She peered at him through her open thighs, praying that he would get the message and put his mouth on her cunt.
Leaning forward, he started kissing her belly, running his lips from one hip to the other and then down into her cunt-hair. He worked his fingertips between the lips of her pussy, massaging the swollen meat of her cunt.
She was completely wet now. Her cunt was fresh and hungry again. His hands slipped under the full cheeks of her ass as he lowered his face to her steaming crotch.
She groaned at the first touch of his tongue on her swollen cunt-meat.
"Oh, yes!" she hissed. "Eat me, Charlie! Suck my pussy!"
The tip of his tongue probed between her cuntlips. He swabbed up and down her juice-drenched slit, finally slithering into her quivering cunthole.
Waves of pleasure washed over her body as he began a deliberate sucking of her vibrating cunt. His tongue deep inside her cunthole, he massaged her clit with his nose until she groaned at the lovely feel of it.
He sucked and chewed her cuntlips until they swelled up like the petals of a flower. Her pussy was open and waiting for him, a hot oven of tender softness waiting for the driving thrusts of his cock.
He gripped her quivering asscheeks and began sucking with more force. When his lips closed over her clit she shuddered and came. He kept on sucking, fluttering his tongue across her throbbing clit.
She moaned. "Oh God, yes! Eat me, Charlie! Suck me out! Suck my pussy!"
Her cunt twitched as she came again. Her fingers found the hard length of his cock and clasped his fuckmeat. Charlie continued massaging her cunt with his face and then finally pulled away and kneeled over her.
"Fuck me!" she hissed. "Give it to me now! Fuck me!"
Their eyes were locked together as he fisted his cock and positioned his cockhead at the mouth of her waiting cunthole. A moment later his fat cockhead was stretching her throbbing cuntmeat.
As he pushed forward, her hips strained upward engulfing the entire length of his fuckpole.
"Oh, God! Yes!" she groaned. "Fuck me!"
He plunged forward. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his back and closed her eyes. Humping her ass up to meet the thrusts of his cock, she shuddered with ecstasy. She knew her marriage was saved.
