Sometimes the way a person behaves around other people has little to do with that person's true nature. More often than not, the wildest wife beater is a quiet, well-mannered man at the office, just as a demented rapist might well present himself in public as a shy, introverted individual.
To the people of Dandridge, Lorie Hidinger was a normal person. At least that was the way she appeared. True, she was more attractive than most women, but she never seemed to flaunt her good looks or do anything that might cast a shadow over the community's opinion of herself or her husband Martin.
But this wasn't the real Lorie Hidinger. Beneath the thin veneer of normalcy was a woman who fought a losing battle against the seething passions that sought to control her. The day she gave in to those passions marked the beginning of a tumultuous descent into sickness and perversion that would not stop until there was nothing of Lorie's former life for it to feed on.
WIFE WITH THE HOTS-a novel about today that cannot be ignored.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Well? Are you gonna fuck me or just stand there?" Lorie Hidinger asked with a taunting smile. Then she spread her legs just a bit more so that he couldn't help but see deep into her dripping cunt.
Howard Grantham was stunned. He had hoped that this would happen, even dreamed about it, but he had never expected it to be this easy. She was incredible; her body was every bit as amazing naked as he had hoped it might be.
"What if Martin comes home?" Howard asked.
"Martin never comes home before seven. Now come on, baby, I'm dying. This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
She reached down and spread her pussy lips apart. The action caused her big tits to bunch together on her chest.
Howard began to get undressed. He could feel his throbbing cock pressing against his trousers before he even touched them, and he knew that his big dream was finally coming true. He was going to fuck Lorie Hidinger.
"That's it," Lorie cooed, writhing on the bed. She thought Howard was comical, but she didn't have anything against fucking him. In fact, she didn't have anything against fucking most anybody who had a reasonably good body and a nice cock.
Howard had a nice cock. It was big and thick and purple, just the way she liked it.
"Come on, Howard," she whispered, knowing that her husky voice was driving him crazy.
He lunged forward, his cock sticking out in front of his body like a rigid staff. He slammed into her cunt, entering her easily, and a moment later he was buried to the hilt in the juiciest, wettest cunt he had ever jammed his cock into.
"Ohhhhhhh," he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. He could feel her tits beneath him, big and soft with hard nipples. Then she began grinding up against his crotch and he forgot about everything except her cunt.
"Hard, Howard, fuck me hard!" Lorie commanded. She wanted him to pummel her. She wanted to feel his cock destroying her pussy, mashing the yielding tissues until her whole cunt finally overflowed with creamy cum.
"Come on, baby, harder. Don't fuck me like you fuck Linda, fuck me for real!"
How did she know what she was talking about? Linda was Howard's wife, but he had never said anything to Lorie about their sex life. It was strange, but he couldn't really stop to think about it now. His attention was focused much so strongly on Lorie's juicy, wiggling cunt for him to even think about Linda.
"That's better, oh yeah, that's nice!"
Lorie squirmed. She could feel his thick cock being swallowed whole by her cunt with each stroke, and she knew it was going to be easy for her to come. She could already feel her cunt beginning to boil deep inside her.
She reached up with her legs and wrapped them around Howard's ass. Then she pulled him into her, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her panting muff. It seemed like his bulging cockhead was slamming against the deepest walls of her pussy now.
"You're doing it, Howard, baby, you're gonna make me come. You're gonna make my cunt melt, baby, you're gonna make it melt."
Her words made Howard's cock swell even more. Just to think that he could get someone like Lorie this excited made him feel more like a man than he had in a long time.
He lifted himself up in the air so that his chest wasn't touching her body, and then he looked down. Her tits were rolling and bouncing beneath him, red nipples hard and straining, while further down her body he could see her dark, velvety cunt hair being assaulted by his slimy prick.
"You're beautiful," he groaned. She really was the most ravishing woman he had ever seen. There was something about her that set her apart from everyone else; a sort of animal sensuality that made it seem like she was always thinking about fucking.
"Just fuck me, baby, don't get sappy." Lorie didn't need that sort of shit. This was a hard fuck, pure and simple, and she didn't want him to start complicating it. It might happen again between them, and it might not. She didn't want any expectations on his part to make things difficult afterwards.
Howard shut up. He knew he had been rebuffed, but he couldn't stop to think about it. It didn't really matter, anyway. The only thing that mattered was her cunt.
She was practically flying up at him now, jamming her cunt against his cock with all the strength that her slim, muscular thighs possessed. Both of them knew it wouldn't be long now.
"Oh yeah, Howard, that's it. I can feel it now, don't stop. Keep your cock going, baby, just another minute or so. Ohhhh, yeah, my cunt's gettin' there, baby, it's gettin' there."
That's good, Howard thought to himself. His cock was already beginning to tremble slightly, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.
"Ohhh yeah, Howard, Ohhhhhh yeah! Don't stop now. My cunt, ohhh my fucking cunt!" She could feel herself throbbing, pulsing wildly as the hot juice surged up inside her.
"AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH! FUCK, I'M COMING LIKE CRAZY!"
He came at almost the same time. The moment her cunt slammed tightly shut around his cock he released all the muscles that had been holding his jism back. A moment later his hot cum poured out of his prick and into her cunt, where it mixed with her own sweet juice to make a wonderful sticky mess that he just kept thrusting into for thirty seconds.
It had been fantastic. Better than he had hoped, in fact, and he had hoped for a lot. But now that it was over he began to worry about Linda.She might call the office and find out that he had left earlier than usual, and then there would be some explaining to do which he didn't want to be faced with.
Lorie didn't think about anything. She simply lay still and basked in the heavy afterglow of her climax. It had been a good one. Not a great one, but enough to keep her satisfied for a day or two. She just hoped that Martin didn't want to do anything tonight. She was too tired.
Linda Grantham looked at her cunt in the mirror and groaned. Her crotch was beautiful; there was no doubt about that. But it was also empty. She spread the lips apart with her fingers and watched as a trickle of creamy juice ran out and down her thigh onto the velvet covered seat beneath her.
Then she took a deep breath and slipped two fingers inside. She was hot and wet inside, and the sensation caused by her probing fingers caused a smile to cross her features.
She looked at the rest of her body. She knew she was a beautiful woman, but it was only like this, when she was completely alone, that she felt like she was beautiful. Around men it was entirely different; she felt fragile, delicate, and incapable of pleasing them.
But she could please herself. And she did it regularly, just like this, sitting in front of her dresser with two fingers imbedded deep beneath the silky hair that guarded her cunt.
Her hair that hung down across her shoulders was blonde, the same honey color of the hair that formed such a perfect triangle around her cunt. Her tits weren't particularly large, but on her willowy body they looked perfect, firm and white, jutting forward with just the perfect amount of softness. Below her tits her body tapered into a very slim waist, trim rounded hips, and long, slender legs that were the envy of most every woman in Dandridge.
"Come on," she whispered, licking her lips and urging her fingers to do their work inside her snug, sensitive cunt. She wanted to come, but she knew it wouldn't be easy. It was never easy for her, for reasons that she simply couldn't understand.
Nevertheless, she was going to come today. Her cunt was sensitive and alive, tingling with every movement that she made. It was just a matter of time and concentration.
She spread her fingers apart, forcing the walls of her cunt to separate. Then she rotated them in circle^ reaming her walls with an expert touch that had only been developed after many afternoons like this one.
Her excitement was rising. Deep inside her pussy she felt like there was a tiny heated coal, a burning ember that was slowly taking control of her sensations, heating her cunt in a way that would finally cause her to boil over.
"Come on, Linda," she whispered, talking to the person in the mirror as if she were someone else.
"You can do it."
She began to grind down on her hand, rubbing her clit against her knuckles, feeling the tender bulb grow bigger and tighter with each passing second.
"Yesss, come on, cunt, you can do it for me."
Her breath was coming in quick, short gasps now. She could see her tits riding up and down with each lungful of air.
The coal inside her was getting hotter, causing her juices to flow more freely. It seemed like there was a vat of melted butter inside her, and with each successive thrust of her fingers a little more of the butter came sliding out.
"Ohhhhh, please come. Please, I can't stand it!" She felt like her cunt was teasing her. The release that she was desperate to achieve seemed to be dancing just beyond reach in her cunt.
She slammed her crotch down harder, grinding on her knuckles with so much force that for a moment she thought she was going to fall off the velvet seat she was on.
Then suddenly she leaned far back, stretching her entire body as much as she could. It was something new that she'd never done before, and instinctively she knew that she had stumbled onto something good.
Her cunt felt entirely different. The muscles in her thighs were straining taut just beneath the smooth skin that kept them hidden.
"Yessss!"
She spread her legs and rammed her fingers even deeper. Everything inside her was churning and foaming now. She could feel more juice gathering just beyond the reach of her fingers.
It wouldn't be long now. Everything was surging madly within her pussy, fighting to be free.
"OOHHHHHHHHHH!" Her cunt overflowed. She could feel the hot, sticky juice jetting out onto her fingers.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned, writhing more slowly on her fingers, taking everything that her cunt had to give her. It had been a long time since she'd felt a good release like this, and the sensation of hot, juicy oils running all over her fingers was something she wanted to hang onto for as long as possible.
Who needed men? She wondered.
CHAPTER TWO
The fact that Martin Hidinger never got home before seven had nothing whatsoever to do with his job. He left his offices at the Chilton Corporation precisely at five every day, and by fifteen minutes past five he was in his favorite seat at The Cock and Tail Club.
The club was the only thing that kept Martin going these days. There he could sit back with a martini and enjoy first rate sex acts on stage in front of him. Then, afterwards, there was always Susan, or Michelle, or Tawny, or even Melinda. It all cost a good deal of money, but to Martin, and to a lot of other men in Dandridge, it was worth it.
Today was no exception. He sipped his martini and waited, putting up with a fairly standard and poorly shot sex film that was just used to fill up the time before the live act began.
On the screen an orgy was taking place. For the most part Martin was bored with it; the women weren't very exciting to look at and they were fucking like they were half asleep.
But then it changed. There was a knock on the door and a genuinely good looking blonde walked in. She was dressed in a tight fitting jump suit that left little doubt about the dimensions of her body; she was practically bursting out of it.
Martin felt his cock beginning to stir. This could be interesting.
Most of the other actors didn't pay any attention to her. One man, his cock limp, was even asleep, leaning back against the couch that he was sitting on.
The blonde looked at the sleeping man and smiled devilishly. Then she stripped. When she was naked Martin felt his cock really come to life; her body was even better than he had suspected. Throughout the club he could feel a growing sense of electricity in the air. No one was bored any more.
The camera followed her as she moved over next to the man. Standing above him her tits jutted out in front of her like twin mountains, while her ass was white and smooth to the rear.
She dropped to her knees in front of the man and reached out with her hands, taking his limp cock in her long, supple fingers and massaging it. Almost immediately his prick began to swell, and before long it became apparent that his meat was by far the biggest of all the actors.
The blonde took him in her mouth with ease, even though his cock was a good eight inches long and so thick that her fingers couldn't close all the way around it.
"All right!" somebody called out from across the room. On the screen she began to move up and down his shaft, letting her lips slide all over him until his entire cock was glistening with the wetness she had left on him.
Then she climbed up on top of him and descended on his shaft, letting it slide easily into her pussy.
The room was completely silent. Everyone was watching carefully, and they weren't disappointed. The woman began to move up and down on the man's cock, and it became evident almost immediately that she knew how to fuck better than anyone else on the screen.
Her entire crotch began to move with an incredible freedom. As she lifted her cunt almost off the big cock, her ass cheeks were spread apart, wide and firm for everyone to see, and then when she drove back down, her cunt shuddered visibly with the force of his cock.
Suddenly the projector went off.
"Hey!" someone shouted, and a moment later the first voice was joined by others. Martin felt like yelling, but he didn't. He had too much class to do something like that, but the fact remained that he and his cock both wished the picture on the screen would return.
But he was out of luck. Or at least it seemed that way at first, because the entire screen lifted up, revealing a small stage at the other end of the runway next to which Martin was sitting. Then a familiar voice came through on the public address system.
"Gentlemen please, don't get upset. The Cock and Tail Club is very happy to present to you, for our live entertainment this evening, Miss Honey Rome, the lady you were all just watching on the screen."
There was a low murmur among the men in the audience, and Martin had to smile. Old Sanders, the manager, had pulled a fast one on them and it had worked. Everyone in the room was as primed and ready for an act as they would ever be.
The lights went out except for a single spotlight. The blonde woman came out, slinking like a cat with a long gown covering her body to the strains of some low, earthy jazz music Everyone in the room applauded, and a few called out some vocal encouragement. Then everyone was quiet.
She danced down the runway, whirling and spinning with an erotic grace that wasn't surprising to Martin, given the way he had seen her handle her body in the movie.
Then she began to strip. Mercifully, it didn't take her very long to become completely naked, but that was only the beginning.
Her body was exquisite. There wasn't an ounce of excess fat anywhere, and yet she was completely full and soft in the right places.
Martin felt the blood rushing through his entire body. Her tits were flying all over her chest and she was only a few feet away from him. He began to perspire in his excitement. She was positively the most luscious piece of ass he had ever seen.
Then she flung herself down to the thick carpet that covered the stage. Martin felt her eyes burning directly into his as she spread her legs, revealing her furry cunt for the first time.
It was wet. The hairs surrounding her slit were darker than the rest and covered with sticky honey. Martin suddenly wondered vaguely if that was how she had gotten the name Honey; it certainly fit. But he didn't have time to pursue the thought, because a split second later she lifted her leg high above her head like a dancer.
Her cunt lips were pulled apart, revealing the rich, steamy wetness inside.
There was a burst of applause and excitement in the room. It was evident that Honey was a hit already.
She moved around on the stage, staying down with her legs spread and making eye contact with some of the other men close to her.
Then she jammed three fingers deep into her hot cunt.
"Yeah!" someone burst out, and he was quickly joined by a chorus of other voices, one of which was Martin's. He was absolutely beside himself now, and his cock was throbbing so hard that he felt like he might come any second.
She was directly in front of him now, and he could feel her eyes burning into him once again. She was grinding down on her three fingers; only her knuckles were visible, and her face looked convincingly as if she were only a few seconds away from coming.
Martin leaned forward. She was so close to him that he felt like he could almost smell the aroma of her body. The sweet, musky fragrance might only be in his mind, or it might be for real. He couldn't be certain and he didn't care.
Then she did something that immediately made Martin the envy of every other man in the room.
She pulled her fingers out of her cunt and held them out to him. His head was swirling. "He could see the light bouncing and shimmering on the wetness that covered her fingers, and he could definitely detect her sensual aroma.
He opened his mouth and she jammed her long, smooth, honey-covered fingers into his throat. He closed his eyes and gobbled down every drop of juice on them. Then the lights went out and she pulled her fingers from his mouth and was gone.
The entire room erupted with applause. Everyone was shouting and cheering. Everyone, that was, except Martin. He sat like a rock, trying desperately to calm down.
It was no use. He was more aroused right now than he had ever been in his life. Or at least it seemed that way.
He had to fuck Honey. The idea wedged itself into his mind and wouldn't go away. He would never forget what her cream had tasted like; even now traces of it still lingered on his lips.
Honey Rome sank into the bathtub in her elegantly appointed dressing room and smiled. "Not bad," she murmured, taking in her surroundings with a sleeping glance. And her first performance hadn't gone bad either. She was vaguely concerned about the way she had ended it, but the manager had assured her that it was all right for her to do whatever she wanted to.
"You gotta remember, Honey, this is a private club."
So she had done something she had always wanted to do, and judging from the storm of applause that had followed the end of her act she had been a smashing success.
Not bad for a rookie, she thought. Only ho one around here knows I'm new at this. They think that person in the film was really me. If they only knew.
It had been incredibly exciting out, there. She could feel the tension that her mere presence brought about in the men and it had been transferred to her as a kind of new sexual energy she was just learning about.
What would Shawna think? The thought brought another smile to Honey's lips. Shawna was her sister, and Shawna was also the Woman in the film. They weren't twins, but they looked enough alike to fool a lot of people.
It had all started on a dare. Shawna was the family outcast; it had been that way ever since she ran away from home at the age of fifteen. Honey was actually Shawna's stage name, but it now belonged to Vera. Vera had been the only family member to stay at all in touch with Shawna.
"Miss Rome?" a voice called from beyond the doorway. "Yes?"
"May I come in?"
The voice wasn't familiar, and she started to ask a question or two, but then decided against it. It might be someone whose voice she was supposed to recognize. Looking down, she saw that her naked body was completely visible through the water. She reached for a towel, but then stopped. Would Shawna do that? Probably not. It was stupid for a stripper to cover herself up.
"Come on in."
The door opened and a strange man walked in. Who was he? Then Honey suddenly recognized him as the man in the audience whom she had let lick her juice-covered fingers. Oh shit, this could be tricky.
Driving home, Martin Hidinger was perplexed. And fustrated. And even a little angry. He wasn't certain whether he had been rejected, laughed at, or just put off by the same woman who had seemed so fascinated with him while she was on stage.
It didn't make sense. She had been polite, even friendly, but very firm in her refusal to have anything else to do with him.
Shit! His cock was still hard just thinking about what she had been like on stage. And he had wasted so much time in her dressing room that there had been no chance to get Tawny or one of the regular girls to take care of him.
What was going on? He could still see Honey sitting in the tub, her naked tits floating on top of the water.
Well, one thing was for certain. When he got home, Lorie had better be ready for a big, hard cock because he was going to fuck her the minute he walked through the doorway.
"Leave me alone!" Lorie snapped.
Martin couldn't believe it. Lorie had never been exactly the sweetest thing on earth, but this bitchiness was totally uncalled for. It wasn't often that he really needed a good lay from her like he did now. And, by God, he was going to get it.
"Get undressed," he snapped back at her, the tone of his voice surprising even himself.
"I will not."
She stared back at him. Her eyes were defiant, but her entire attitude only served to turn him on even more. Damn! She was a luscious bitch all right.
"It's not often that I ask anything of you," he I said, reaching out and laying a hand on her shoulder. They were in the living room, and she was sitting in a straight-backed chair.
"Fuck you," she said in a voice that was as cold as ice.
He slapped her. It happened so quickly that even he was surprised by his action, but once the stinging blow had landed on her cheek he was sorry.
"I don't know what your problem is, bitch, but right now I don't care."
She kept staring at him, her eyes changing from smoldering anger to surprise. This wasn't like Martin; he had never laid a hand on her in anger. She was intrigued.
"Why did you do that?" she asked, trying to maintain a front of anger but not doing a very good job of it.
"Don't worry about why, just take off your clothes."
This time she did as she was told. A few moments later she was completely naked, her clothes thrown in a pile on the carpet beneath her.
Martin looked at her, and he felt his cock getting incredibly hard just from the sight of her naked tits and cunt.
"You like it, don't you Martin?" she taunted him. He slapped her again before she had a chance to react, bringing a crimson flush to her cheeks. Martin could feel his cock throbbing and pressing against his trousers, and he knew he had to have it out in the open before many more seconds passed.
"Now take off my clothes."
He stood up and hovered above her face. When she didn't respond, he reached down with his hand and shoved her to her knees. This was giving him a sensation of power that he absolutely loved.
She pulled his pants down. A few moments later his cock was free, dangling between them like a huge sausage.
"Suck it."
She stared up at him, her eyes resentful at first; then suddenly it was evident that a new thought had come to mind, because she smiled confidently and moved her lips until they touched the tip of his bulbous cockhead.
"Don't even think about biting me," Martin cautioned, already suspicious about her sudden about face.
"You're a bastard," she mumbled, her mouth filled with his meat. "I try hard."
He began to thrust into her mouth, watching his cock plunge in and out of her lips. He could feel the muscles of her throat expanding to take him all the way into her, and he knew that in spite of herself she was enjoying what he was making her do.
Finally he pulled his cock out and took it in his hand, holding his slippery shaft so that his cockhead danced just out of reach of her lips.
"Not bad, baby, not bad."
"Fuck you."
"No, you've got it wrong, baby. I'm the one that's gonna fuck you. And not in your cunt, either."
The idea came upon him suddenly; he wanted to fuck her in the ass. It was something that he had never done with his wife; in fact, he had only done it once, long ago, with one of the girls from the club.
"Turn over," he commanded.
He grabbed her around the ass and forced her down onto all fours. Her ass waved deliciously in front of him, both cheeks white and full.
"You're gonna love it, baby, so don't complain. I don't want to hear it."
He reached down and spread her asscheeks apart so that he could see the tight, dark sphincter that was her asshole.
"Hold still."
Lorie didn't move. She couldn't quite believe that any of this was really happening. At least not with Martin. She could see some other men she knew acting like this, but not Martin. Certainly not Martin.
He shoved his cockhead forward until it was lodged firmly against her dark hole. Then he pushed forward.
"Owwwwww! That hurts!"
"Shut up," he countered.
He shoved again, but his cock hardly moved. It was evident that she wasn't wet enough for his prick to slide easily into her.
"You're really gonna hurt me."
"If you don't shut up I'm gonna hurt you one helluva lot more."
With that Martin gathered his strength and shoved forward with twice the power he had used earlier. The results were gratifying.
His cock wedged its way inside her.
"Uuuuuunnnnhhhhhhh!"
"Don't complain."
"I'm not."
She wasn't complaining any more. In fact, if anthing at all she was encouraging him to keep shoving until his cock was completely buried in her snug, hot asshole.
"Come on, Martin, talk's cheap. Why don't you really fuck me?"
Martin really fucked her. He jammed his cock in and out of her tight, dry asshole with such force that she was reduced to a quivering, gasping mass of wounded flesh within just a few seconds.
"How's that, bitch?" he snarled. His voice sounded different to both of them. It was as if he were losing the fine control that was so much a part of his day to day existence. He was almost becoming an animal in his passion.
He slammed into her again and again. By now she was shoving back against his rigid staff, and there was no doubt at all about the fact that she was enjoying it now as much as he was.
His cock felt fantastic inside her. She had only done this a few times, and it had been so long that she had forgotten just how nice and tight and responsive her asshole could be.
"Come on, fuck me hard! Fuck me till I drop!" Linda shrieked.
She wanted him to hurt her, to make her scream and writhe until finally a wild orgasm would shoot through her body, triggered by the explosion set off by his cock inside her ass.
It didn't happen that way however. At the last possible second he jerked his cock out of her cunt and grabbed it with his hand.
"Jesus!" he shouted as he felt the hot cum fly out of him and land on her white asscheeks. Wave after wave spurted onto her until her entire ass and back was liberally splattered with his seed.
Lorie couldn't believe that he had pulled out of her without finishing her off. And she had been so close!
"Martin?" she asked, rolling onto her back and rubbing his cum all over the carpet. "What?"
"You're a prick."
CHAPTER THREE
Honey Rome was happy as she lay in bed staring at the ceiling. She had never thought she would be able to go through with this, but now that it was finally happening she found that she was loving every minute of it.
It had all started a month ago. It was then that she had gone to visit Shawna in New York and found out what it really was that her older sister did for a living. She had been horrified.
"Tough shit, kid," her sister had said. "That's the way it goes. Everybody does what they have to do."
"Do you like it?"
"Sometimes. I like the dancing better than the movies, but I don't really mind doing either."
Then they had gotten drunk. It had finally come out that Shawna was worn out, jaded by the constant rush that her life had become. Being Honey Rome was an incredible strain and she was getting tired Of it, but there didn't seem to be any way of turning back.
An idea began to form in her younger sister's mind, though. It was an idea that was so outrageous that Vera was afraid to even voice it. But finally, after a considerable volume of wine had been consumed between the two of them, she got up the nerve to voice her thoughts.
"Why don't I take your place for a while?"
"You?" Shawna burst out. Then she started to laugh.
"Wait a minute," Vera said. Then she turned around and released her hair, which had been pinned on top of her head, letting it fall down around her shoulders just the way the Shawna wore hers. When she turned back around, the resemblance was remarkable.
"Wow," Shawna said softly. "That's really amazing, isn't it?"
Vera nodded.
"Do you think you could pull it off?" Shawna asked. It was evident that she was interested in the idea now. Anything to get a vacation from this rat race.
"I don't know. Let's see."
At first Shawna didn't understand what Vera wanted to do, but she found out soon enough. Within thirty seconds the stereo was on and Vera was dancing in front of Shawna. She obviously wasn't the pro that her sister was, but Shawna had to admit that she had talent.
By the time Vera was completely naked, Shawna was willing to admit that her sister had more than talent; she had a beautiful body and a wild, devilish look in her eyes that was positively compelling.
"You can do it, kid." Shawna's voice was husky with the excitement she was feeling, and she could tell that Vera was feeling much the same way. They had never so much as touched each other before, but suddenly it was clear that both of them were thinking about it. Then they did it.
"Come here," Shawna whispered, raising her hand and gesturing toward her sister. Vera came forward and fell down on top of her sister.
"Mmmmmmm," Shawna moaned, letting her lips close over Vera's firm, taut nipples. Her sister tasted good.
"Yessss, ohhhhh, that's good." Vera gasped, feeling a lightning response deep inside her cunt that threatened to melt her entire body. She could feel the oils beginning to boil and bubble deep inside her.
Wildly Vera ripped off her older sister's clothes. A few moments later both of them were naked, thrashing on the soft Velvet couch with an intensity that had both girls gasping and groaning with excitement.
"Come on, baby sister, show me what you've got," Shawna urged. She could see their bodies in a mirror, and she was amazed at how much alike they had become.
Vera swam down across Shawna's flat, golden stomach. She could sense the excitement that she was giving her sister, and somehow it made her feel more like a woman than she ever had in her life.
Then her lips were in Shawna's crotch hair and she forgot about everything except the juicy, squirming muff she was about to discover.
"Come on, Vera, eat me. Taste my cunt juice, baby, taste it."
Vera had never heard anyone talk like that, but she loved it anyway. It was incredible how much a few words could turn her on.
She reached down with both hands and spread apart the lips of Shawna's beautiful pussy. She could see beyond the golden hair into the deep, pink slit that was covered in a warm, sticky lather of love cream.
Shawna thrusted her entire box upward, and suddenly Vera found that her whole face was buried in the cunt she had been staring at.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, amazed at how sweet and creamy her sister tasted. "Good,"
Shawna laughed. "Damn right it's good, what'd you expect?"
"Now I know why you call yourself Honey," Vera said.
After that they didn't talk for a long while. Vera lost track of everything except the cunt her face was buried in. She allowed her hands to slide up Shawna's stomach at the same time, though, and after a few moments she had both her sister's tits firmly grasped in her fingers.
"Yeah, baby, that's it. Keep me going, babe, keep me going. Ohhhh, yeah!"
Shawna couldn't believe that her baby sister was actually doing this to her. It was fantastic. Vera had always been such a prim and proper little girl that for her to be doing this was, well, it was almost unthinkable.
Suddenly Vera found Shawna's clit with her tongue. She pursed her lips around the swollen, sensitive bud and began to suck.
"Oooohhhhhhh! God, Vera!"
Shawna started to squirm in earnest now. She could feel her whole cunt beginning to pulse and quiver as Vera's tongue went crazy.
"Shit, Vera. Ohhhh, shit I'm gonna come! God, I can feel it! Ohhhhhhh, shit. Ohhhh, SHIT, I'M COMING!"
Vera opened her mouth just as a huge spurt of juice came flying out of Shawna's cunt. She gobbled it down, but before she could swallow it all, another entirely new wave of cream splattered against the roof of her mouth. Then another, and another, until finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Shawna collapsed onto her back.
An hour later everything was agreed to. Vera would take Shawna's place when the latter was supposed to go to Dandridge. No one there knew either of them, so it would be simple. Shawna would take a vacation for a month, and when it was over both of them would be happy and ready to go back to their old way of living.
In Dandridge Vera could feel the crisp, cool sheets rubbing against her nipples. She was naked, and she suddenly knew that there was no way she was going to be able to go to sleep right away. Thinking about what she had done with Shawna was going to make that impossible.
Then she remembered something. She had almost forgotten about the small leather case tucked away in one corner of her suitcase. Shawna had given it to her.
Vera climbed out of bed and crossed the room. Her naked body was pale and firm in the light from the moon that came through the window. She turned on a dim lamp and began to go through her suitcase. Then she found what she was looking for and returned to the bed.
Once again in between the sheets, she opened the case. There was a long plastic object inside. It was white, about the same size and shape of a man's cock, with tiny little ribs running up and down its length.
Vera could feel her cunt beginning to tingle once again at the thought of what she was going to do. She had no idea exactly what it would be like to slide this tool into her cunt, but she knew she was about to find out.
"All right, pussy," Vera whispered aloud. Then she turned on the vibrator and immediately dropped it.
"Wow."
Carefully she picked the throbbing tool up and held it in her hands. It was warm and alive; just what her cunt needed.
Softly spreading her legs, she placed the tip of the probe against the tender tissues of her cunt lips. Then she pushed forward.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she purred as the vibrator slipped past her cuntlips. The head was inside her now, and the result was that her entire pussy felt like it was going to melt.
She kept on pushing. "Come on, baby, all the way," she whispered, urging her own fingers to guide the trembling wand all the way inside her cunt.
Finally it was all the way in. Vera couldn't believe how good it felt; her entire pussy was quivering and shaking in a way that absolutely took her breath away.
"Thanks, sister," she breathed, and then she began to writhe and twist, keeping the shuddering wand inside her, shoving up against it to make it go deeper and deeper into her melting cunt.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhh," Vera moaned.
Now she could feel the humming head pressing against the deepest walls of her cunt, while at the other end the ribs of the tool were massaging her clit in a way that she knew could only lead to one thing.
"Come on, Vera," she whispered aloud, encouraging her cunt to do what she knew it could do.
Suddenly realizing that she was burning hot, Vera threw the sheets off her body and lay on top of the bed gasping. Her entire crotch was off the bed, thrusting and grinding in the air while one hand shoved the plastic prick deeper and deeper into her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh, God, I'm gonna-Ohh, God!"
She could feel her cunt beginning to seethe and churn in a way that could only mean one thing. She wanted to milk her pussy for all it was worth, though, so she didn't try to hasten the orgasm that she knew was on its way.
It would be better if she waited and let her body respond at its own pace. She slumped back down on the bed.
Now she was relaxed, and while the churning in her cunt had by no means ceased altogether, she was at least under better control. Taking her hands away from the vibrator, she let her fingers slide up until her palms were firmly cupped over her tits. Then she squeezed them.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned.
Vera's tits felt good; hard and firm and alive in her grasp. Slowly at first, then with increasing speed, she began to roll them around on her chest, feeling the soft, milky flesh and tight nipples with all the sensitivity in her fingertips.
When she felt her cunt begin to rage and storm once again, she knew that there was no way she could hold back the flood of oils fighting to be free of her body, so she simply lay back and let it happen.
"Come on, cunt, don't let me down!"
The pressure was building up inside her, and the vibrator firmly plugged her slit so that nothing could escape. Her cunt became hotter and hotter until it seemed like everything inside her crotch was boiling and swirling in a mad effort to get out.
"AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!"
It happened suddenly. Her back arched, her legs tensed, and suddenly her cunt walls squeezed together with so much force that the vibrator went whirling out of her Cunt and onto the bed beneath her straining, writhing pussy, "Jesus," Vera moaned.
She felt like her body was spilling everything inside her out onto the bed now that the vibrator had slipped put. She had never felt anything like this before.
Her pussy seemed to have a life of its own, squirting and spewing oils out of her slit and onto her legs.
She loved it. For a long time she didn't move, just letting her melting, dissolving cunt do everything it wanted to. Then finally she smiled and rolled over onto her side. It had been a good first day in Dandridge.
CHAPTER FOUR
Howard Grantham couldn't get his mind off Lorie Hidinger to save his life. Sitting in his office all afternoon had been pure torture; the pile of work on his desk had gotten larger instead of smaller as he sat and daydreamed.
God she was a piece of ass! And to think that he'd fucked her yesterday, actually fucked her. But would he get another chance? Probably not, knowing Lorie. But then did he really know Lorie that well? She had surprised him yesterday; perhaps she would surprise him again.
"Mr. Grantham?"
"Yes?"
His secretary, Janet Smith, was standing in the doorway with another handful of papers. She was a very pretty woman, but a little overweight. Howard had often entertained vague notions of making a move on her, but he had always decided against it. That sort of thing would just complicate the office situation.
"Can I help you with that?" Janet asked, gesturing toward the pile of papers on his desk.
"Not with that," he replied, surprising even himself by the suggestion in his words.
"Then what can I help you with?" Janet asked. It was evident that she was aware of the implication in his last statement, and the fact that she wasn't backing off from a confrontation surprised Howard. He had always thought she was kind of old fashioned. Maybe he had been wrong.
"Come here."
She walked toward him. As she moved he could see her tits bouncing up and down. They were large, larger even than Lorie's. Her hair was blonde and there was a nice healthy quality to her tanned features. She stopped across from him in front of his desk. So far she didn't seem at all uneasy, though the sexual tension in the room was very evident to both of them.
"Well?" she asked, a half smile on her lips as she looked down at him.
Howard hesitated. He still had time to bail out of this nonsense if he wanted to. But then his cock began to throb and all at once he knew that nothing was going to stop him from getting what he wanted this time.
"You could suck my cock."
There was a frozen moment in which Howard wondered wildly if he had pushed his luck too far with such a brash approach. But then she smiled, and he knew that it was going to be all right.
"Is that all?"
"Well, I could think of a few other things."
She turned and walked to the door, locked it, then walked back once again to his desk. She stripped witout saying a word. Howard could feel his cock getting even harder as he saw her naked tits and cunt for the first time.
"Nice," he whispered, amazed at how well formed her body was. She really wasn't very fat at all; or at least everything was distributed in such a way that the result was far from unpleasant.
And her tits were huge. He couldn't have asked for anything nicer than the soft, white melons that were dangling in front of him, each capped with a taut nipple the size of a silver dollar.
"You waited long enough for this," she told him, her hands rubbing across her own tits while her features slipped into the same maddening half smile that she had worn earlier.
"I think it'll be worth the wait."
"I'm sure it will."
She walked around the desk and dropped to her knees in front of him. Howard watched, amazed at what he had been missing all this time, as she reached up with soft, gently probing fingers and began to rub against his cock with her hand. He wanted desperately for her to pull down his trousers, but for some reason he didn't push the point. This was, after all, her show. He was certain that she wouldn't disappoint him, and he was right. As she ran her fingers over the outside of his trousers she moved her whole body excitedly. Her tits were bouncing and bobbing all over her chest, while far below he could see her tawny triangle thrusting and shoving forward in response to whatever was happening deep inside her cunt.
He reached out and grabbed one of her tits with his right hand, squeezing it firmly while she continued to toy with his cock.
"Mmmmmmmmmm, that's nice, Mr. Grantham," she purred, rubbing up against him like a cat.
Then she slipped her hand inside his trousers and felt his cock for the first time. Howard could feel fresh surges of excitement running through him at the sensations she was giving him.
A few seconds later his cock was free, dangling in the air with only her fingers touching it. He began to thrust immediately and his passion was mounting to incredible heights. He wanted desperately to come.
"Suck it," he whispered, not willing to wait any longer for the relief that he knew she could give him.
"All right."
She bent down over his cock, her lips poised just a few inches above him. Then she blew gently on his bulging cockhead, letting her breath fan the sensitivity that was already totally controlling him.
"You've got a nice cock," she whispered, letting her tongue dart out and flick across the surface of his meat for just a second.
"You're driving me crazy," he responded, wanting desperately to feel her tongue wrapped firmly around his entire prick and her mouth closed over her tongue.
"Good."
She licked his cock from top to bottom, making certain that not a single inch of swollen skin was left dry. Finally his entire shaft glistened excitingly.
Then she let one of his thrusts finally find its way into her mouth. She opened herself to him completely, letting his throbbing cock slide deep into her throat in a single motion.
"Goddamn," Howard groaned, watching his prick dissappear. She was damn good; he couldn't believe he waited this long to check her out.
Howard shoved his cock back and forth even harder now, watching his slippery shaft slide in and Out of her eager, sucking mouth. Her lips were incredible; they seemed to know exactly what he wanted every moment.
"You're good, Janet, damn good."
"I know."
She half giggled at what she had said and then went back to sucking his cock with even more intensity. He could feel his tongue flicking across the ridge just below the head of his cock one moment, then swirling around his entire shaft the next.
Then suddenly she let his cock slide out of her mouth entirely. Howard was about to complain when she did something that caused him to shut up immediately.
She grabbed his cock with both hands and guided it between her breasts. Then, using both hands on the outside of her tits, she pushed in until his cock was completely covered in a warm, juicy mass of flesh.
"Now fuck me," she whispered, looking up at him with an intense gaze that practically caused him to explode right then.
He fucked her. It was incredible to see his thick red prick flying in and out of the snug valley she had made for him. Her tits were amazing.
"Harder," she groaned, and then she began to move her entire body up and down against his grinding cock, and as she did so her billowing valley became snugger and snugger around his cock.
He could feel himself beginning to churn and foam deep inside his crotch. His entire cock was beginning to burn and throb more wildly than ever.
"Shit, I'm gonna come, Janet!"
"Good!"
She redoubled her efforts, sliding up and down his slimy pole with so much enthusiasm that her entire body seemed to be jiggling like a belly dancer.
"AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!"
He exploded in a frothing mass of white-hot cum. His cock spewed its load like a volcano, covering her milky tits with molten jizz. Again and again he shot onto her, until finally he was finished.
She let his cock drop away, then leaned back, supporting herself with her hands. He could see his cum dripping all over her tits.
"That was nice," he whispered.
"Glad you like it."
They both laughed. Howard felt better than he had in a long time. One thing was for certain; he didn't feel guilty. Anyone with a wife as cold as Linda deserved whatever he could get on the side.
Honey Rome stood behind the curtain waiting to go on stage for the second time in her life. She could feel her heart pounding in anticipation of what she was going to do, and there was a strange, tingling sensation in her cunt as well. A moment later she heard her cue and began her dance.
From the very first moment she appeared in front of the thick velvet curtain she could feel the excitement of the men in front of her. There were perhaps twenty or twenty-five of them in the audience, all well dressed, all sipping cocktails, all staring at her with eyes that let her know that they expected something special from her.
The music was a low, earthy jazz number that was so strong in its urgings that Honey hardly had to think about what she was doing at all; her body seemed to know exactly what to do. With undulating motions that swirled and fluttered, she moved up and down the little runway that led out into the audience, spinning and turning so that the dim light was able to shine through the translucent material of the gown that was the only thing she was wearing.
For a long time she made no move to take it off, letting the half view of her body tease her audience while she moved slowly and seductively on the stage. Remembering what her sister had told her she made eye contact with as many of the men as possible, drawing them in to her act with a compelling gaze that she knew they couldn't ignore.
Then she let her gown drop to the floor, leaving her body totally naked. She didn't tease them at this point; she wanted them to get the full effect of her suddenly naked body hovering just above them.
"All right!" a husky voice called out, and after a moment it was joined by several others. Honey heard them and felt her own pulse rise in response as she realized that it was her body, and what she was doing with it, that was making all these men so excited.
"Let's see what you can do, baby," someone said, and Honey half smiled in response to the challenge. Then she continued dancing. She could feel her cunt tingling more strongly now, and after a few moments she reached up with her hands and cupped both her tits, sliding the soft flesh mounds around in a way that caused the tension in the room to increase perceptibly. Then she dropped to her knees.
From this position she could look out and see the men more clearly. They were all watching her intently, and some of them were leaning forward in a way that made it clear how excited they were. She began to rotate her cunt, thrusting it forward one second and pulling it back the next. She could feel her thigh muscles straining with her efforts, and at the same time she could tell that her pussy lips were already parted wetly in front of the men below her.
Then she saw Martin Hidinger. He was sitting in a different seat, but she couldn't mistake him; the way his eyes followed her every move was peculiar and distinct. Obviously he was infatuated with her in a way that was different from the excitement the other men were feeling. Honey thought he was sweet.
She began to give him more of her attention, even though something inside her mind was telling her that it might be a mistake, that she might be biting off more than she could chew by teasing him like this.
Reaching down, she closed her fingers around a small chalice of massage oil that she had placed in a small box she had attached to the edge of the stage. Slowly, seductively, she began to rub the oil into her body. First she covered her tits with it, rubbing the slippery substance into her creamy flesh in a way that excited her almost as much as it did the men.
When she moved on down to her stomach it only got worse. Or better, perhaps. She could feel her cunt fluttering, and judging from Martin's parted lips and shimmering brow, along with similar reactions from the other men seated just below her, she knew that this new addition to her act was a success already.
Her fingers moved down, down, until finally her soft, silky cunt hair was covered with the shiny oil. Finally her fingers had reached the lips of her cunt, and here she paused, hesitating for the first time since she had walked out on stage.
"Come on, baby, don't stop now."
"Show us some pink."
Honey smiled. It was what she had wanted to hear; she knew she could do anything she wanted to right now. They were completely with her.
Slowly, carefully, keeping her eyes locked on those of Martin Hidinger's eyes, she reached down and spread apart her pussy lips. The room was completely silent except for the music.
She could see the creamy drippings that were now visible to everyone in front of her. She knew it was what they wanted to see, and also that it was what she wanted to do, so without waiting any longer she plunged a finger deep into her simmering cunt.
"Yes!" she moaned, half forgetting where she was or what was happening. Her entire concentration was focused on her pussy, where she could feel deep tremors racing back and forth. Slowly at first, then with increasing speed and authority, she began plunging her finger in and out of her slippery cunt. At the same time she massaged her clit with her other hand, rubbing the fiery red bulb with all the expertise she had at her command.
She wanted to come. Somehow the idea of actually having an orgasm out here in front of all these men excited her more than just about anything else she could imagine. Last night she had come close, but in the end she had faked it. Tonight she wanted it to be for real.
Her entire crotch writhing wildly, she plunged a second finger in beside her first, forcing her pussy to open wider and creating at the same time a more intense pressure within her quivering slit.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned. Now she wasn't performing for anyone; her only goal was to capture the elusive climax that was flitting around inside her like a butterfly.
"Come on!" somebody yelled.
In and out, deeper and deeper her fingers plunged. With each stroke she shoved her crotch out further, grinding down against her hand until only her white knuckles were visible.
Somehow it just wouldn't happen. She didn't know why, but she simply couldn't bring the hot mass of juice within her to a boil; it seemed to hover just at the point that would send her spinning into oblivion.
She knew she was going to have to fake it again. The realization didn't come to her in a single moment, but rather built up steadily inside her as she felt her cunt begin to lose some of the intense pressure that had been building up inside her.
"AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" she gasped, shoving hard against her hand and bringing all the combined motions of her body to a screeching halt. It was the cue for the lights to go out, and a moment later the stage was in darkness again.
CHAPTER FIVE
"It's me again," Martin Hidinger announced from the doorway of Honey's dressing room. "May I come in?"
She looked at him and hesitated, then decided she might as well go along with it. She knew her sister wouldn't approve of what she was doing, but there was something about the way he was looking at her that made Honey want to get to know him better.
"All right."
He stood across the room from her while she finished her bath, trying desperately not to stare at her naked tits as they floated in the soapy water.
"I want to take you to dinner," Martin finally blurted out. It wasn't an idea that he had been harboring for very long, but suddenly he wanted to do it. Honey looked at him and smiled.
"You sure about that? Here in Dandridge?"
Martin hesitated. Suddenly he realized that it would be rather indelicate if he were to be seen in the company of Honey.
"I know just the place," he said, his features brightening considerably. The Hyatt House near the airport was big and dimly lit, so there was little chance he would be seen by anyone who knew him. Besides, there were rooms there as well, just in case.
"I have to be back in three hours," Honey told him.
"That's fine. I'll wait for you outside."
Martin could feel his heart banging against his chest as he stood in the hallway. Then ne suddenly realized that he had a phone call to make; Lori would be expecting him any minute. In fact, now that he looked at his watch he realized that he was already late.
Lori Hidinger was mad. Where was Martin? Normally she didn't care one way or the other whether or not he got home on time, but tonight was different. And he was late.
The reason tonight was different was simple; Lori had just turned down a very tempting invitation from Jason Maxwell, an airline pilot who flew into Dandridge occasionally and who was here tonight. He had wanted to see her, but she had been forced to refuse him because she knew that Martin was due home any minute. Just then the phone rang. "Hello?"
"Hi, honey. I'm afraid"
"You are not going to be late!" she snapped at him.
"I can't help it."
"Bullshit. You get your ass home."
"Lori"
"Goddammit I don't have to put up with this shit. I'm waiting for you, do you hear me?"
"It'll be at least three hours." Then he hung up. Lori stared at the phone in disbelief. He really wasn't going to come home now; how the hell did these things always happen to her?
Suddenly an idea began to form in her mind. Where was Jason staying? The Hyatt House, that was it. Well, maybe it wasn't too late.
Linda Grantham looked at her body in the mirror and groaned. She could see the wet honey beginning to seep out of her pussy and she knew that this session was going to be a good one. Spreading her legs slightly on the dressing bench, she reached down with her fingers and spread her cuntlips apart, revealing to her own eyes the rich, pink moistness within. "Oh, God."
Her right forefinger slid into the simmering slit like a snake, sliding through her dripping lips and deep into her cunt. She began to grind down on her entire hand, shoving her cunt as forcefully as she possibly could against the resistance her fingers were offering. "Linda?"
"Jesus!" she shouted, jumping up and pulling her hand from her cunt. It was Howard. She was totally humiliated.
Howard couldn't believe it. Was this really Linda? Ice cold Linda sitting on her dresser bench with two fingers rammed all the way up her cunt?
"Honey, I'm sorry if I"
"Just leave me alone!" she said, then suddenly she burst into tears. Howard just stood staring at her, not certain how to proceed. Finally he moved forward and put an arm over her shoulder. She made as if to resist him, but finally gave in and leaned into his body.
At first Howard had no intention of doing anything but keep his arm around his wife, but the more he thought about what he had just seen, the more difficult it became to not think about his throbbing cock.
She had been beautiful.
Standing in the doorway he had watched her as she reached down and gently parted her pussy lips, then just as gently slipped a finger inside. He hadn't meant to interrupt her, but after her back muscles began to roll and swirl while she jammed her crotch up and down on her finger he had finally lost control and opened his mouth.
Hesitantly now, not sure how she would respond to him, he reached out and cupped her left breast in his hand.
"Linda?"
"What?"
She had stopped crying now, and there was a frozen moment in which she didn't respond and he didn't pursue the grip he had on her tit. Then she quietly shoved against his hand.
Howard couldn't believe it. This was almost too good to be true; Linda was actually showing some interest in getting fucked. He suddenly forgot about Janet, forgot about the office, forgot about everything except Linda.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed, letting his eyes roam all over her naked body as if this were the first time they had ever made love.
"Linda"
"Just do it," she whispered. "Do what?"
"Fuck me."
Howard started at the use of such a blunt word by his wife. Somehow he had wondered if she even knew such words, but apparently she did.
"All right," he whispered back to her. He wasn't going to argue; whatever she wanted right now was what she was going to get.
Linda didn't really know what she wanted. She knew that she was turned on, and also knew that she was humiliated. She didn't particularly want his cock inside her, but she had to admit that the idea seemed a lot better right now than it normally did.
He leaned forward over her body, his thick cock in his hand. She spread her legs and waited, not knowing whether she was going to like this or not. The whole idea of really wanting a man's cock was new to her, but he had come in and found her at just the right moment for something like this to happen.
When his bulbous cockhead came in contact with her pussy lips he paused, hesitating for one last moment before pushing forward. This was something to be savored.
"Come on," Linda whispered. "Fuck me now, baby, fuck me now."
Howard slammed forward, shoving his cock all the way into her sweet snatch with a single stroke. Hearing her talk in such a manner was just too much for him; he could already feel his cock throbbing as if it were about to explode, and he had to force himself to relax and allow the sizzling cum to recede inside him.
She immediately began to grind up against him, thrusting her slippery cunt against his rigid shaft, mashing her crotch against his prick with an intensity that was totally new for her.
"Yeah," Howard moaned. "You like it, don't you?"
Linda didn't say anything, but the truth of the matter was that she did like it. She liked it so much, in fact, that she suddenly wondered why she had always been so negative about doing this very same thing.
"Harder. Fuck me harder," she gasped, and Howard did his best to oblige her. His cock began to fly in and out of her pussy with enough force to drive a hole through her body. He couldn't believe how good it felt to have her respond to him; it was as if he was discovering her body all over again.
He grabbed her right tit with his left hand and began to massage it, rubbing the soft, yielding flesh until the nipple was totally erect. Then he plunged down and took her straining bud into his mouth and sucked on it, feeling it come to life even more as his tongue went to work on her.
"Yess. Ohhh, yess, Howard, harder baby, do it harder!"
She didn't care about anything now except satisfying the urgings of her body.. Everything seemed to be spinning, swirling, and sinking around her. Her entire body seemed to be a mass of churning cum waiting to explode.
"You're gonna make me come," she groaned, suddenly aware that her pussy couldn't last much longer without totally dissolving. She could already feel a buildup of tension that was more powerful than anything she had ever experienced in her life.
"Hold on, baby," Howard gasped back to her. He wanted to come at the same time she did, and if she could just hold on for another few seconds.
"Ohhhhhh, Howard!"
"Yeah, baby, yeah."
"Olmhhhhhh, my cunt, ohhhh, my cunt, Howard, God! AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!"
It was perfect. He felt her cunt slam tightly shut around his cock as her entire body stiffened, and a split second later his cock exploded. He could feel the hot jism pouring out of his rod into her cunt, and for at least thirty seconds he kept on pumping into her with every ounce of strength he possessed.
"It's good, Ohhhh yeah, baby, it's good."
Finally they were both exhausted. Howard fell forward onto Linda's chest and drifted almost immediately into sleep.
Linda lay still. Howard's body was heavy on hers, but she didn't mind having him there. Had something changed inside her all of a sudden? She wasn't certain. Maybe tomorrow she would go back to her old ways. No, she knew that wasn't going to happen. For better or for worse, she had discovered, almost accidentally, the joy of having a man's cock inside her pussy. It had taken her almost thirty years to finally get around to enjoying it, but now that it had happened at last she knew that things were going to be different.
But there was one other thing that bothered her. Now that she had finally undergone whatever change it was she had experienced, a new question was beginning to take shape in her mind.
What were other men like?
CHAPTER SIX
"I'm sorry, but Mr. Maxwell doesn't answer his phone," the clerk told Lorie. He was an older man, but she could tell from the way he was looking at her barely concealed tits that he had plenty of spunk left in him.
"And you don't have any idea where he is? He's an airline pilot, probably still in his uniform."
The old clerk's eyes lit up. "Don't know if it's him, but somebody in a blue uniform just went into the cocktail lounge."
"Thank you."
Lorie tossed a five-dollar bill down on the counter and hurried in the direction of the bar. Maybe she really was going to be in time. But for what?
The bar was large and dim. Lorie looked around anxiously without any luck for almost a full minute. Then all at once two things happened.
First, she saw something that she simply couldn't believe. In a booth along the far wall was an absolutely beautiful young woman sitting across from a man. She didn't know who the woman was, but the man was evidently Martin.
Then, before she could react, she felt a strong hand on her shoulder.
"Well, well, well. Fancy meeting you here. I thought you couldn't make it."
Half dazed, Lorie turned around and found herself facing Jason Maxwell. He had evidently been drinking quite a bit, but Lorie hardly noticed it. Instead, her attention was drawn to the woman he had on his arm.
She was incredible. Or rather, her tits were incredible. They jutted out in front of the rest of her body like twin mountains, each practically forcing its way through the material of her blouse.
"Lorie, I want you to meet Janice Long. She's our chief flight attendant. Knows how to take care of the crew."
They both laughed. Lorie felt totally disoriented as she lamely exchanged pleasantries with them. She still couldn't believe that she had actually seen Martin here with another woman, but she knew that there was no mistake about it.
"Janice and I gotta make wings early in the morning, Lorie, so we're, ah, headin' upstairs. You wouldn't care to join us, would you?"
Lorie stared at them. Both Jason and Janice were looking at her eagerly.
Why not?
"Come here, Lorie," Janice said to her when they were safely in the room. Jason was sitting on the bed, his back propped up against the headboard.
"Sure," Lorie replied, moving across the room to where the other woman was standing. She felt incredibly attracted to Janice, mostly because of the other woman's tits.
"I've noticed where you've been looking, honey, arid I want to let you be the one to undress me."
Lorie shook her head in amazement. This was a strange woman, all right. It occurred to her that Janice and Jason probably worked as a team as much as they could.
"That's mighty kind of you," Lorie replied, half amused and half aroused. Then she reached out and began to unbutton the blouse that Janice wore. After a few seconds her tits jumped free, huge and milky, nipples erect and hard.
"Amazing, isn't she?" Jason called out from the bed. "Tits like that and she still goes without a bra."
He shook his head and took another long swallow from his drink.
Lorie stared at the tits in front her, and as she looked she could feel hot blood beginning to fly through her entire body. Janice's tits were absolutely incredible; she found herself being drawn toward them as if they were magnetic.
"Suck 'em, baby, go ahead."
Lorie did just that. When her lips closed over Janice's right nipple she felt something give way deep inside her own cunt. She forgot about Jason, forgot even about Martin. There was nothing in the world for her right now except the incredible nipple she had in her mouth.
"Yeah, that's it. Now suck hard."
Pussies grinding, they whirled down and onto the bed. Lorie never lifted her lips from Janice's tit, but at the same time she let her cunt and thighs do everything they could to the other woman's crotch.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Janice moaned.
Jason watched from the bed, sipping from his drink and obviously enjoying the show the two women were putting on for him "Come on, you two. Get all the way undressed. None of this half assed nonsense."
Lorie heard Jason through a swirling haze of passion, and she did what he said Only because it sounded like a good idea to her. Quickly, with fingers that practically trembled with desire, she finished undressing Janice. Then just as quickly she took off her own clothes.
"Yeah!" Jason said approvingly. The two of them together made quite a couple; he could feel his cock beginning to stiffen beneath his trousers.
Once again Lorie reached out and wrapped her arms around Janice's shoulders, drawing the other woman into an embrace that was as passionate as anything she had ever experienced.
"Come on," Lorie whispered. "Do something with those tits."
Janice rose up above her, straddling Lorie's hips. As she began to lean down, her tits dangled beneath her body, brushing against Lorie's own upraised nipples in a way that took her breath away.
Janice shoved her tits down against Lorie's face now, smothering the smaller woman in her lush flesh. She loved doing this; the sight of her huge tits engulfing someone's face was just about the most exciting sight she could imagine.
Jason, watching from the opposite bed, could no longer contain himself. The sight of the two women smashing and grappling with each other was too much for him. He stood up and began to get undressed.
"Looks like we're gonna have company," Janice announced. Lorie didn't answer, primarily because her face was still completely buried in sweet, juicy tits.
"Damn right," Jason said, pulling down his shorts to reveal his naked cock. Janice looked at it hungrily.
"Know where I want that, baby?" she said, running her tongue along her lips.
"Where?" Jason grinned. "Right here."
She gestured to her cunt, which for the first time in some while was no longer engaged in rubbing against Lorie's crotch, "Sounds good to me," Jason announced, moving forward.
Lorie lay still beneath Janice. She wasn't certain what was going to happen next, but she knew it was going to be interesting.
"Slide down, baby," Janice whispered to her, and Lorie did as she was told. A moment later she found herself with her head directly below Janice's cunt. She could see creamy wetness trickling out through the half parted lips, while at the same time she could feel and half see Jason moving forward from behind.
"Come on, Jason, fuck me."
Lorie watched, her eyes no more than six inches away as Jason shoved his prick forward until it was touching the wet, slippery entrance to Janice's cunt.
Then he shoved it into her, not hesitating at all after the first pause when his cockhead touched her lips initially.
"Oooooohhhhhh, yeah!" Jason rasped.
Almost immediately Janice began to grind back against his crotch, while at the same time she rubbed her tits down against the bedspread, massaging the nipples that were practically raw with excitement.
Lorie couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was absolutely incredible; not only could she see Jason's cock as it plunged in and out of her moist, willing pussy, but she could smell it as well. There was a sweet, musky fragrance in the air that was unmistakable; "Come on, Lorie baby, don't go to sleep."
Janice's voice brought Lorie out of her daze. But what should she do? The answer presented itself almost immediately.
She shoved her face up until her lips came in contact with Janice's writhing, twisting cunt. At the same time she could feel her moist membrane touching Jason's slamming, driving cock.
She began to lick and suck. At first she was clumsy, but after a few tries she discovered that there was almost no end to the things she could do from where she was right now.
"Uuummmmmmm," Lorie purred as she began to let her tongue slide along Jason's cock as he plowed in and out of Janice's pussy. At the same time she flicked her probing tongue all over Janice's clit, frantically massaging the sensitive organ until she could sense that both of them were being driven to a total groaning frenzy just above her.
Lorie smiled.
This was going to be fun. She could already image what it would feel like to have both of them pour their hot cream out onto her upturned face. It would be a real challenge to see if she could gobble it all down, and even though she knew she could never take it all, the thought itself was enough to make her want to try it.
"Oh yeah, baby, that's nice. Keep that 'little tongue going baby, keep it goin'! Right, Jason?"
"Mmmmmmmm," Jason moaned.
Lorie grinned and redoubled her efforts. Then Jason suddenly stiffened and began to slam his cock even harder into Janice's squirming pussy. Lorie could feel tremors running up and down the length of his cock, and she knew it would only be a few seconds before he would explode, "Come on me, Jason," Lorie panted, wanting desperately for his cock to spurt its warm juice all over her face. She reached up with her hands and pulled him out of Janice's cunt, slamming her fingers down on his shaft with a wildness that left no doubt about what was going to happen.
He came in a huge, sticky torrent. Lorie could see the muscles in his cockhead contract, and a moment later a huge spurt of white, creamy cum flew out of his meat.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned, feeling the simmering juice as it splashed all over her face. Again and again he jetted his cum down onto her until finally his crotch was empty.
Janice, watching all of this between her legs, could feel a juicy boiling mass deep within her own crotch. As soon as Jason's cock was empty she slammed her crotch down onto Lorie's upturned face and began to grind.
"Eat me, Lorie, eat my cunt!" Janice cried.
Janice could feel the hot juice within her growing more and more excited as Lorie's searching tongue flicked and darted across her clit. Harder and harder she forced her steaming muff down onto Lorie's face, and with each grinding repetition her pussy came closer to exploding.
"Oh, shit, God I can feel it! Don't stop, Lorie, don't stop. Ohhhhhhh, shit, my fucking CUNT! I'M COMING!" , Once again Lorie was almost drowned in a mass of steaming cum. This time she lapped it all into her mouth, letting her tongue work like a cat, slithering all over Janice's cunt until there was absolutely nothing left for her to eat.
She sank back onto the bed and smiled. She had needed this. It had been good for her. Still, now that it was over she couldn't help but start thinking about Martin again. Who had he been with downstairs? She was certainly beautiful. And young. Much too young for Martin. Lorie was going to have to do something-of that much she was certain. But what should she do?
The list of alternatives was endless. Lorie decided not to make any decisions hastily. There would be time enough to come up with the proper approach later, after she had learned more about what Martin was up to. In the meantime she would just enjoy herself.
She was sure Janice and Jason would help her do that.
Martin Hidinger was totally bewitched by the young woman sitting across the table from him. She was beautiful, but there was more to it than that. Her eyes were the center of it all; they were green and almond shaped, and as he talked to her they never once lost contact with his own eyes.
"Somehow you just don't seem like a"
"Like a stripper?"
"Yes."
Honey smiled, but didn't say anything for a moment. She hadn't told him her secret; she was determined not to tell anyone about it. Somehow this whole experience was a delicious fantasy for her, and to let anyone else in on the fact that she was just taking her sister's place for a while would take a lot of the excitement away.
In the short silence that ensued, Honey knew that Martin was trying to decide whether or not to ask her to accompany him upstairs to a hotel room. In her own mind Honey was uncertain about what she wanted to do. She had never gone to bed with a man who was almost a stranger, but she had to admit that she found Martin very appealing. He wasn't all that good looking, but he had treated her nicely, with more respect than she had really expected. Finally she came to her decision. Why not?
"Honey?"
"Yes, Martin?"
"I... ah ... "
"Martin?"
"What?"
"I've only got another hour. Why don't we go upstairs now?"
Martin stared at her. Was she putting him on, or was this for real? The look in her eyes told him that it was for real. Suddenly his cock got hard beneath his trousers.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Martin lay on the bed, his body completely naked, his cock sticking up from his crotch like a tree Honey had just finished undressing him, and now she stood at the end of the bed and looked down at him.
"You look like you're ready for anything, she said, smiling to hide the nervousness she was feeling. His cock was huge; bigger than any she had ever seen. But then she really hadn't seen that many.
"I'm ready for you," he replied.
She reached down and took his cock in both her hands, rolling it in her fingers while she pondered what she should do next.
"Suck it, Honey," Martin whispered, watching her beautiful face and wanting desperately to see her lips wrapped firmly around his throbbing meat.
"All right," she answered in a low voice. She wasn't at all certain that she would be able to do it, but she was more than willing to try.
She dropped to her knees in front of him and leaned forward, blowing gently on the taut, shiny skin at the head of his cock. Then she let her tongue slide out, and a moment later she was licking him all over his prick, making it wet and shiny with her own saliva.
"Inside," Martin whispered, desperate to see her take him into her mouth. Just the thought of her warm, tight mouth clinging to him was enough to drive him insane with desire, and he knew that the reality of it would be even better.
Honey knew that she couldn't stall any longer. She parted her lips and pushed down on his cock so that it started to wedge into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured as she tasted a drop of his cum that had trickled out through the tiny slit at the end of his cock. It was warm and salty, with a musky aftertaste that she liked.
"That's it, that's real nice," Martin assured her, watching his cock slowly disappear into her mouth. She was good, but definitely not a pro; evidently she confined her moneymaking activities to dancing. The thought pleased him, because it made this encounter seem more real, more meaningful.
Finally she had managed to take all eight inches of his cock into her mouth. Her lips were grinding against the short, wiry hairs at the base of his prick, while her throat muscles were stretched as far as they could go to accommodate his thickness.
"Great," Martin moaned, and then he began to thrust slowly in and out of her mouth. At first she remained passive, letting him slide his cock in and out of her throat, but after a few more moments she began to ride up and down, using her hands to guide his cock smoothly in and out of her throat.
It seemed to Honey that she could feel every tiny ridge on his cock. Every blood vessel just beneath his smooth, taut skin was bulging now, and she could feel the fluid running through them with her searching, probing tongue.
"Oh, yeah, baby, yeah!" Martin groaned as she suddenly began to curl her tongue around his cock, adding to the sweet, warm pressure of her throat hi a way that practically drove him crazy. Finally, when he couldn't stand it any more, he pulled his cock out of her mouth.
"Get undressed," he panted, wanting more than ever to see her naked body.
Silently she obliged him, her own breath coming in short, quick gasps. When she was completely naked she paused for a moment, looking down at his cock and then letting her gaze travel up to his eyes.
"You're beautiful," Martin whispered, overcome by the sight of her perfect, milky tits and her soft blonde cunt.
Honey smiled. She couldn't wait to feel his cock inside her cunt; just the thought of his throbbing meat filling her pussy caused a warm, melting sensation deep inside her crotch.
She climbed onto the bed and straddled him, "moving forward until her cunt was almost touching his cock; Then she paused.
Smiling down at him, she reached for her pussy and spread the lips apart, revealing the rich pinkness beyond. As Martin watched, he saw a thick, creamy spurt of honey come trickling out onto her fingers.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she smiled, covering her finger with the milky juice and then reaching forward, tantalizing him with the sight and aroma of her wet excitement.
He licked her finger until it was completely clean, letting his tongue run up and down her slender digit until not a drop of fluid was left on it.
"All right," she whispered. Both of them knew that the preliminaries were over; they wanted nothing but hard fucking from here on.
"Let's do it, baby," Martin told her, watching her cunt with eyes that seemed to be locked on her silky triangle as if they couldn't be torn away.
Honey reached down and grabbed his cock, then guided it toward her waiting pussy. As she watched his throbbing tool get closer and closer she could feel the heat rising within her cunt. This was going to be absolutely fantastic.
When his cockhead was just touching the outer lips of her pussy she paused and looked at Martin's face. He was staring at her cunt, waiting.
She sat down on his cock.
"Ohhhhhh!" she groaned as he impaled her all at once. She felt as if her entire pussy was going to explode; his cock felt positively monstrous inside her.
"Ohhh, baby it's beautiful," Martin moaned, watching as she slid up and down on his meat. Already his prick was covered with her honey, and he knew that it would only get more slippery, more juicy inside her cunt as they continued to fuck.
"Harder," she gasped, even though it was hurting her a little bit already. She wanted to feel the full force of his cock.
Martin responded by shoving up into her with all the strength he possessed in his back and legs. As he did, she spread her own legs wider to let him get deeper into her steaming muff, gasping and groaning as each successive thrust brought new flashes of pleasure to the very center of her entire body.
"Yes, that's it, Marin. Ohhhhh yesss, it's good! So good!"
She was flying up and down his shaft now, slamming her pussy into his grinding cock with enough force to make the entire bed shake.
Wildly Martin reached up with both his hands and grabbed her tits, squeezing them and feeling her tight, hard nipples. "Ooooohhhh!"
"Like it?" he gasped.
She didn't answer him; words didn't mean anything now. Nothing meant anything except his cock and her cunt.
Her entire crotch was wriggling and squirming now, twisting and flashing over his prick as if he were a hot, glowing coal inside her. She could feel her juices beginning to seethe and churn, heading for the final release that she knew was only a few moments away.
"Ohhhhhh, Martin, God it's so good. Don't stop, don't ever stop!"
He increased his thrusts. Her cunt seemed to be alive, grasping his cock and clinging to it with a warm, slippery pressure that made him feel certain that she was the most delightful woman he had ever fucked in his life.
Honey closed her eyes. There was nothing in the world now except his cock and her cunt. She felt as if she were going to be totally consumed by the churning, foaming mass of cum that was building up inside her simmering cunt.
"Ohhhhh, God Martin, I'm gonna come! You're gonna make me come."
"Hang on, baby."
Martin could practically feel the wild, melting sensations that were running through her cunt. His cock was being squeezed and sucked in a thousand different ways.
Then finally it happened.
"OHHHHHHH, GOD!" Honey cried.
Honey arched her back and froze, every muscle in her body straining taut as her cunt melted, then dissolved into a million fragments of creaming sensation.
"Yesssss, ohhhh yesss, Martin," she groaned at last, beginning to relax slightly. It was then that she realized that he hadn't come yet.
She pulled herself off his cock and reached for it, wrapping both hands around his meat and leaning forward at the same time. She jerked down on his tool once, twice, then three times.
On the third stroke he exploded, his white-hot cum bubbling out of his cock and splattering against her willing, eager face.
"UUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH! "
Martin had never felt so satisfied in his life. His cock just continued to squirt wildly, splashing his cum all over her face, covering her with his sticky essence. Again and again he felt the muscles contract deep inside him, and each time a new mass of white, milky liquid shot out of his dying prick.
Finally he was finished, but even then Honey didn't rest. She ran her lips all over his shrinking cock, licking every drop of cum from his skin. Then she took her fingers and spread the cum that was on her face until it covered her neck, shoulders, and over her tits. At last she looked up at him and smiled.
"That was nice."
Lorie was waiting for Martin when he got home, sitting on the couch in the living room with a drink in her hand and a look in her eyes that made it clear to him that he might as well prepare himself for a real argument.
"I'm sorry I'm late, Lorie. Believe me, I couldn't help it."
She just stared at him, smoldering. She had decided against letting him know that she was aware of what he had really been doing; that piece of information was one she wanted to keep in reserve. She was certain it would come in handy sometime, and she didn't want to use it now.
Beyond all of that, though, there was something bothering her that was purely physical. After Jason and Janice had finished coming all over her face in the hotel room, they had both fallen promptly asleep, leaving her to fend for herself as far as her stormy cunt was concerned. Right now, even though she was desperately angry with her husband, she couldn't help but accept the fact that she was dying to get his cock inside her. Any cock would do, but his was the only one available; a fact which only added to her anger and frustration.
She spread her legs slightly on the couch and continued staring at him.
Standing across the room, Martin suddenly became aware that Lorie didn't have on any panties beneath her skirt. A moment later it occurred to him that she wanted him to fuck her.
Martin tried desperately to think of some excuse, but he couldn't. Would he be able to get his cock up? Jesus, why was it like this? He could go forever without getting anything on the side, but the first time he did get laid Lorie was waiting for him when he got home, dying to get fucked herself.
"What do you want, Lorie?"
"You know good and fucking well what I want. I'm horny. Now get your cock over here and fuck me."
"Jesus, you're incredible."
"I try hard."
Martin moved forward, and to his great relief he felt his cock beginning to come to life beneath his trousers. At least he wasn't going to be totally embarrassed.
Lorie spread her leg even wider, then let one of her hands come to rest on the soft, smooth skin of her left thigh.
"Come on, Martin, don't just stand there."
He stood over her, feeling confident now. His cock was half erect, and he knew that as soon as he released it from the confines of his trousers it would be fully hard, just the way Lorie liked it.
Lorie leaned back further on the couch, then reached down and pulled her pussy lips wide apart. Martin could see the dewy drops of cream that caused her pink cunt to glisten brightly. His cock got harder.
"Come on," Lorie whispered, obviously enjoying the sight of his bulging cock just beneath his trousers. She reached up and ripped off her blouse, revealing her naked tits for the first time, and then pulled her skirt down over her hips. A moment later she reached up and unbuckled Martin's belt, en pulled his cock free. Yeah," she whispered, looking at his huge, throbbing prick. By now she had forgotten about almost everything that had happened earlier; all she could think about was getting his cock inside her starving pussy. Nothing else mattered. "Fuck me, Martin. Fuck my cunt." He was ready now. Leaning forward, cock held in his hand, he jabbed down into her slippery, clinging cunt. His cock impaled her in one forceful thrust, and within half a second she was writhing on the end of his cock like an animal on a spear.
"Yes! Goddammit yes! That's good, Martin baby, damn good!"
He plowed into her. Her cunt seemed to be alive, wriggling and squeezing his intruding cock so that there was never a moment when he didn't feel like his prick was getting the best treatment imaginable. Yet with all of this, he somehow wasn't half as excited as he had been earlier with Honey.
"Harder, you bastard. Fuck me harder!" Lorie gasped, shoving her cunt wildly up against him, trying to bring his cock deeper and deeper into her twisting, smashing pussy.
"All right," Martin returned. For some reason he was becoming supremely irritated with Lorie, and the idea of fucking her until she dropped appealed to him. He knew that he could go on forever without coming if he needed to, and it would be good to teach his wife's insatiable little cunt a lesson.
"There!" he grunted, slamming into her with so much force that both of them went tumbling to the carpet. It didn't matter though; neither of them missed a stroke and his cock, never left her cunt.
Again he jammed into her with a wildness that sent the breath whistling from her lungs. Lorie wasn't sine what was happening; her mind was in a daze, but she did. know that Martin's cock felt like a sledge hammer inside her pussy. But she loved it.
"More, Martin. More!"
He raised himself onto his elbows, arched his back, and drove his cock into her again. He could see her entire body shake from the force of the impact, but it didn't seem to bother her at all. She loved it.
"God damn, Martin. This is the best, baby! I didn't know you had it in you!"
Martin became more and more angry as his attempts to demolish Lorie's cunt proved to be completely futile. The more vicious he became, the more she seemed to like it. Then he got another idea. Suddenly, with no warning, his cock deep inside her cunt, he stopped thrusting.
"Hey!" Lorie yelled.
"Hold still."
"Bullshit. What's the matter?"
"Nothing. Just try to feel it, that's all."
Neither of them moved. Martin could feel every pulse that ran through her pussy, and it suddenly seemed like his cock was in the hottest, tightest muff in the world. He had never stopped like this before, and while his initial impulse had been to frustrate Lorie, he was now discovering that holding still had its advantages after all.
"Squeeze me," he whispered, not knowing whether she would willingly go along with this any further. Much to his surprise she did what he asked her, letting her cunt muscles close tightly around his cock.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Lorie moaned.
Lorie wasn't sure what was going on, but the longer she lay still, holding onto his prick with her cunt, the more excited her cunt became. It was entirely different and a little bit strange, but she- wasn't sure it was such a bad thing. Experimenting, she brought her legs as close together as she could, creating even more pressure on his cock. "Yeah," Martin rasped.
Still he didn't move. She could feel tiny tremors running along the length of his meat, and at the same time it seemed that her cunt juices were beginning to flow more freely, bubbling and churning within her cunt.
"Jesus," she whispered.
"What?"
"I'm gonna come." She could feel the pressure building up as she squeezed his cock even harder. Her cunt felt as if it were a teakettle about to boil. The juices inside began to froth and churn, yet still she remained in her unmoving position. Then it happened.
"Oh, Jesus, I can feel it. Ohhh, my cunt. OOOHHHHHHHH!"
It was unlike any orgasm she had ever experienced. Rippling torrents of cum just seemed to grow hotter and hotter until they finally boiled over, sending shooting waves of release all through her cunt and up and down her spine. The muscles in her crotch contracted, squirting her cum out of her body, forcing it past the presence of his cock until finally he reacted.
"Aaaaagggghhh!" he groaned, feeling her cunt grappling with his cock so forcefully that whatever thoughts he might have entertained about not coming were forgotten. He shot his load into her cunt. Hot, bubbling jism flew out of his shaft and smacked against the deepest walls of her pussy. Again and again he exploded into her, until finally his cock was empty and her cunt was full.
Later they lay still, not moving from the carpet where they had finished their lovemaking. Lorie was staring at the ceiling, trying to decide exactly what she should do next. She made up her mind. "That was interesting," she said quietly. "Mmmmmmmm," Martin moaned. "Did you think so?"
"Sure."
There was another pause while Lorie reviewed her decision, and then she pushed on. "Was it as interesting as this afternoon?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your blonde friend."
Martin stiffened. How did she know? Or, more importantly, how much did she know about Honey?
"You're not saying anything."
"I don't know what to say."
"How about, no, Lorie dear, you're much more interesting than she is?' "You are."
"Bullshit.
Never mind. Listen, Martin; I'm not going to hassle you about it as long as you do one thing."
"What's that?"
"I want you to invite her over here for dinner and a little get together."
"Why?"
"Don't ask any questions, you stupid mother fucker!" Lorie hissed at him, angry with his bland idiocy. "Just do what I tell you!"
Martin turned her proposition over in his mind, trying to figure out what she was up to. Probably no good, but he didn't see how he could very easily refuse. She definitely had him over a very large barrel.
"When?" he asked at last. "Saturday night."
"All right."
Lorie smiled at the ceiling. This was all going to be very interesting; very interesting indeed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Linda woke up thinking about cocks. Her cunt was dripping wet, and there was a stickiness on her fingers that suggested to her that she had been fingering herself in her sleep. Even now, as she lay still in the gray light of morning, she could feel a gentle throbbing deep inside her pussy as in her mind she saw a huge, rigid cock.
The cock did not belong to Howard. She didn't know who it belonged to, but somehow it didn't matter. All that mattered was that it was big and hard and beautiful. Beautiful? She smiled to herself; up until yesterday she would never have thought of any cock as being beautiful. It just wouldn't have occurred to her. But that was yesterday.
Howard was gone. As usual he had gotten up quietly and left before she woke up. That was one thing that was nice about not having any children; at least there was nothing to keep her from sleeping a little late each morning.
While her mind drifted, Linda unconsciously let her fingers slide down across her naked stomach until they were entwined in the soft hair that surrounded her cunt. Even more slowly they moved down further, until finally she let her slim right forefinger touch her clit.
"Uuuuhhhhh," Linda moaned.
It was alive. She could feel how swollen it was, and she was amazed at how wet her entire cunt felt. Then she started thinking about cocks again.
Slowly she moved her finger in and out of her pussy, sliding if through the dripping walls of her slit, flicking across her sensitive clit. But the more she played with herself, the more frustrated she became. She wanted a cock, not a finger.
Finally she got up and went downstairs, putting' on her tiniest bikini. It was going to be a warm day, and she had decided last night that it was time to start working on her tan. Besides, maybe if she went to the beach she would be able to lose some of this absurd preoccupation with sex.
Two hours later she wished she had never even thought about coming to the beach. It had only made things worse.
Since it was early in the season, and since her favorite place to sunbathe was fairly secluded anyway, she had the beach almost entirely to herself. There were only three other people in sight; two men and a woman who were all sharing a blanket about a hundred feet away from where Linda had chosen to spread her towel.
At first Linda didn't pay much attention to them. They seemed normal enough; the men were both fairly young and well built, while the woman looked like a college girl, slim and. brown already. Linda put, her face down, on her own towel and fell asleep.
When she woke up a half hour later she saw something that caused her to catch her breath; the three people were still there, but they didn't have their swimsuits on any longer. She tried not to stare, but it was almost impossible not to. Judging from the way the woman's body was evenly tanned, it was obvious that today wasn't the first time she had done this sort of thing, but the men were totally white where their bathing trunks had been.
Just then the woman looked at Linda, saw that she was being observed, and smiled. Linda didn't know what to do, so she smiled back.
"You don't mind, do you?" the girl called out. "It's more natural this way."
Linda just shrugged, cursing the flush that mounted her cheeks. Then she put head down on the towel again, but now she didn't close her eyes. By stretching her arms out over her head, she found that she could peer out from beneath her armpit and see the naked people without being observed.
Her eyes went directly to the two cocks. It wasn't as if she made a conscious decision in the matter; she simply couldn't help herself. The man on the right was blond; even his crotch hair was blond. And his cock was long and slender, hanging down between his legs like a sausage. The sight of it brought Linda's cunt back to life, and unconsciously she started grinding down against the sand.
The other man was shorter, built more powerfully through the shoulders, and had a cock that was thick and short. Linda could tell from the way he managed to sneak occasional glances at the naked girl that he was aroused by what they were doing. Watching him, Linda wondered vaguely and somewhat hopefully if his cock was going to get hard.
It did just that.
He never touched it, but just sitting where he was, talking casually to the slim, dark haired girl, it began to swell. Linda felt her breath coming faster, and she knew that her cunt was beginning to get wet again. At the same time she could feel her nipples getting hard beneath her bikini, and for the first time she wished she were naked like everyone else.
"Now, now, Johnny, that isn't nice. This isn't supposed to be sexual." The girl laughed, and Johnny looked down at his cock with an expression of chagrin. It was huge now, swollen to a complete erection that was driving Linda crazy. His cock wasn't all that long, but it was as big around as most men's forearms would be.
Linda slipped her right hand beneath her crotch and began to grind down on it. She had a feeling that something was going to happen, because even though the girl was making fun of Johnny, it was evident that she was as interested in his cock as Linda was, and she was in a much better position to do something about her interest.
"Somebody tell him that," Johnny answered her, gesturing toward his cock as if he had no control over what it did.
The girl looked at his meat for a second, then leaned forward with a devilish smile on her lips and in her eyes. She kept bending forward until her ass was sticking up in the air and her lips were just a few inches from Johnny's cock. Then she spoke to his prick.
"Naughty naughty. You're supposed to be asleep;"
Everybody laughed. Linda slipped her hand inside her bikini bottoms, ramming two fingers deep into her simmering cunt. This was insane.
"Maybe he's like an alligator, Ramona," said the blond man, whose own cock was beginning to come to life.
Ramona looked at him and laughed. "Maybe you're right. Lie down, Johnny, and we'll see."
"What are you talking about?" he asked, but at the same time he did as she asked, stretching out on his back on the blanket.
"She's gonna try to put your cock to sleep like an alligator, I think," the blond man said.
"By rubbing it? Shit, that won't-"
"Shhhh."
Ramona leaned out and let one slim finger touch Johnny's cock. It seemed to grow even larger. Everyone laughed. Then she put the rest of her fingers lightly on top of his prick and began to nib.
There was complete silence for a few seconds as all three of them stared at what she was doing.
"I don't think it's working," Ramona said with a giggle.
"I think you're in the wrong position. If you were coming at it from the opposite end."
Ramona looked puzzled, but then suddenly seemed to understand. "You mean like this?" she asked, getting up and moving herself around so that she was on all fours straddling his head and facing his toes.
"Yeah," Johnny grinned.
Linda was having difficulty in not jumping up from where she was and joining in the fun. She would have, except for the fact that this was just a little bit too much for her just yet. But she definitely enjoyed watching it. Two days ago her reaction would have been to jump up and leave the minute she found out that they were naked, so the simple fact that she was remaining was significant.
Ramona began to move her hands up and down on Johnny's thick cock. At the same time she spread her legs slightly, giving him an excellent view of her wet, juicy cunt.
"It's still not working."
Johnny answered by reaching up with his head and burying his lips deep inside her cunt. His tongue shot out a moment later, just in time to gobble down a huge spurt of cream that came shooting from inside her slit.
"Mmmmmmmm," he groaned.
At that point everyone forgot about pretense. It was evident that they were going to end up fucking each other, and nothing was going to stop them.
Ramona opened her mouth and plunged down on Johnny's cock. Her neck muscles bulged as his thick tool forced its way inside her, but she was equal to the task that was set before her.
After a few moments she pulled her head off his cock long enough to look in the direction of the blond man, Who was standing now, his long cock jutting out in front of him in a way that demanded attention.
"Fuck me, Stan," she whispered, grinding her ciint down a little harder on Johnny's face. For a moment Stan looked puzzled, but then he seemed to understand that she would rather have his cock in her cunt than only Johnny's tongue.
A moment later he was behind her. Ramona, still sucking Johnny's cock, lifted her ass from his face and bared her cunt to Stan, who immediately plunged his long cock deep into her slit.
"Mmmmmmmm."
"Jesus, what the fuck?"
"Shut up, you're getting your cock sucked. What more do you want?"
Stan slashed into Ramona's cunt while she continued to slide up and down on Johnny's cock. He grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and spread them apart, then redoubled his efforts with his cock.
"Yeah, fuck me, bad boy, fuck me hard!"
Everything was so intense that there was no way it could last much longer. Johnny began to thrust up into Ramona's mouth, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her throat, while Stan did the same thing in her cunt with his own cock.
Johnny was the first to come. Linda watched in awe, her finger still plunging in and out of her cunt, as Ramona pulled her mouth away at the last possible second. For a moment Johnny's cock was suspended in air, glistening with Ramona's saliva, and then it exploded.
"AAAAGGGGHHHH!"
A huge wad of cum flew out of his prick, shooting into the air and then arching back onto Ramona's half upturned face. Again and again it happened, and during the whole time Ramona moved her face wildly, trying to catch as much of his cum as possible.
Finally Johnny was finished, but his face was still buried beneath Ramona's cunt and Stan's cock.
"Harder, Stan, don't let up! Fuck the hell out of me!"
Ramona began to bring her cunt back against his cock in smashing, grinding blows that sent his prick deeper and deeper into her. Linda could tell from the glazed expression on her face that she was totally lost in the sensations his cock was giving her, and she was once again jealous that she didn't have a cock in her own cunt instead of just her own fingers.
"God, Stan, don't come yet. Ohhh fuck, my cunt. Ohh fuck! Slam it in, baby, slam it in!"
He didn't slow down. Linda could see the muscles in his back and ass growing more and more tense, and she knew that he couldn't last forever. Fortunately for Ramona, however, he didn't have to.
"Jesus, that's it. Ohhh fuck! My cunt! My FUCKING CUNT! I'M COMING GODDAMMIT!" Ramona shrieked.
Her back arched, her face grew contorted, and every muscle in her body stiffened. A moment later the same thing happened to her partner.
"GOD DAMN!" he shouted, his body stiffening, a slow grin spreading across his features. It was more than evident that his cock was pouring its load into her hungry cunt.
Finally the three of them collapsed in a heap on the blanket. It was clear that none of them would be moving for a while.
Linda was dying; she could feel the rolling, boiling sensation inside her cunt that meant she was close to exploding, but she didn't want to do it with just her finger inside. She wanted a cock.
But not here! Not these people. She just wasn't ready for that yet. Something a little safer, a little more controllable.
She would come up with something.
CHAPTER NINE
Lorie rang Linda Grantham's doorbell and waited. She had just decided that her little get together on Saturday night wouldn't be complete without Linda and Howard. She had seen Linda's car pull into the driveway a half hour ago, so instead of calling she had decided to walk across the street and invite her in person.
Lorie rang the bell again; what was keeping Linda so long? Finally the door opened, and Linda appeared. Lorie tried not to stare, but she couldn't help it. Linda was wearing something that definitely didn't fit Lorie's image of the conservative housewife she had always taken Linda to be. It was a long, thin gown that did almost nothing to hide her tits or her soft, furry cunt. Somehow Lorie managed not to stare, but it wasn't easy.
"Hi!"
"Oh, Lorie it's you."
"None other."
Lorie started to speak, but she noticed that Linda was looking around fretfully, as if she were expecting someone any minute. This was very interesting.
"Look, I won't keep you long. Martin and Tare having some people over Saturday night, and we want you and Howard to come."
"Sure," Linda said vacantly, unable to keep her eyes still for more than a second or two. "What time?"
"Eight."
"Fine."
Lorie felt awkward and a little bit amused. It was obvious that Linda wanted to be left alone, but for what reason?
"Well, I'll see you later Linda."
"Sure, Lorie. Thanks."
Linda closed the door. Lorie stood still for a second, then smiled and walked back across the street to her own house. Once she was inside, she mixed herself a bloody Mary and took a seat across from the front window. From there she had a perfect view of Linda's front door. Something strange was going on, and she was going to find out what it was.
Martin looked at Honey's naked boy and smiled. She was absolutely the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and the more he saw of her the more beautiful she became.
"Whatever are you smiling at?" she asked with a sly smile, reaching out and letting her right hand come to rest on his cock. It began to stir, rising up like a snake about to strike.
"Take a guess."
"Nope. You tell me."
Honey was happy. She didn't know what it was about Martin that turned her on so much, but she knew that whatever it was, it was powerful. She began to stroke his cock softly, anticipating how it would feel when he slowly pushed it inside her cunt.
"You're beautiful."
She smiled. Both of them knew it was a trite thing to say under the circumstances, but that didn't diminish the truth of the statement at all.
And it was true. She was on her knees in front, of him, sitting on her heels. Her tits jutted out in front of the rest of her body like twin melons, each ripe and begging to be squeezed. Her waist was as trim as could be asked for, while her legs were smooth and well formed.
On top of that, her cunt was amazing.
As Martin looked at the soft, silky hair that formed a golden triangle just above her crotch, he was convinced that he had never seen a more beautiful cunt in his life. Her lips were pink and delicate, and the hairs around them were slightly darker than the rest from the tiny dewdrops of honey that seemed to slip almost invisibly from her slit.
When she saw him looking at her cunt, Honey spread her legs slightly, giving him an even better view of her muff. Why not? He appreciated it, and she was becoming proud of her cunt.
By now Martin's cock was completely erect, but he didn't force Honey to do anything. He knew that she wouldn't let him down, and besides, they had all afternoon to take care of each other.
"Let's make love," she whispered, licking her lips in a way that sent shivers running up and down Martin's spine.
"Again? You're gonna make a wreck out of me."
"I don't think so."
She bent over his cock and blew on it, watching the veins grow larger and more distended. As she stared at his wand, it suddenly occurred to her that she wanted to do something special with him. Something that would be different from any fuck that he had ever experienced in his life.
"Wait here," she said softly, then got up and trotted into the next room.
Martin didn't move. As she went thrrough the doorway he watched her sweet, tight ass as it bounced deliciously. When she returned he watched her tits, which also bounced deliciously, and in that moment he suddenly knew that he didn't want to ever let her get away from him. "All .right. This is special," she announced, getting back on the bed with him. There was a flask in her hand, and before he could ask what was in it, he found out.
It was oil. Lightly scented massage oil, in fact; the same that she had used on stage the second night she had been in Dandridge. She poured some of it onto Martin's chest, then laid the flask down.
"What's going on?" he asked, not sure what she was going to do.
"You just relax."
Martin didn't argue. As soon as she touched his chest he knew that he was in for the treat of a lifetime. The oil was incredible; or rather, the way Honey used the oil was incredible. By itself he supposed it was fairly mediocre.
She rubbed it into his chest, letting her long, slender Angers knead and massage his muscles while the oil made him smooth and slippery. Every touch seemed to be heightened by the slippery fluid, and he felt things he had never felt before in his life. Even though she was nowhere near his cock now, he felt his meat pounding with a throbbing insistence that could hardly be denied.
"Amazing," he whispered.
Honey enjoyed what she was doing. She had always wanted to rub oil into someone else, but had never had the right partner. Now she did, and she was delighted. It was even better than she had hoped.
She worked down, swimming across his flesh with her hands, working closer and closer to his huge cock. She knew that when she got to it he would be almost insane with frustration and desire. Good; that was the way she wanted him to be.
"My cock, Honey, don't forget about it."
"Don't worry."
Finally she touched it, and when she did, Martin thought he was going to come right then. The oil on her hands transferred easily to his prick, making him feel more sensitive than he had ever had in his life.
"Jesus," he murmured. "Nice, isn't it?"
He just shook his head. She moved her fingers up and down the length of his shaft, covering him with slippery oil, making his cock glisten in the dim light. Finally she was finished.
"Now it's your turn."
Martin closed his eyes. He didn't know if he could do it without shooting off all over her, so excited had he become. But he knew that he wanted to do it anyway and besides, if he did explode before he ever got inside, Honey wouldn't mind. She was like that. "All right."
She lay beneath him, her tits jutting up firmly, her stomach flat and smooth. He was clumsy at first, but it didn't matter.
He began by taking care of her tits, rubbing them until both flesh mounds glistened brightly. He couldn't believe how soft and full they were; he would have been happy to play with them all afternoon. But after a few minutes she began to writhe and twist beneath him, and he knew that she wanted him to move on.
Her cunt drove him insane. When he first touched her hair he could feel her trembling deep inside her crotch, and he knew that she was as excited as he was. Slowly, ever so slowly, he rubbed the oil into her velvety triangle until she glistened beautifully beneath him.
Then he slipped a finger into her cunt. At first she didn't do anything, but a moment later she moaned softly and began to thrust up against him.
"Oohhhhh yegssss," she smiled, perfect teeth showing beneath her wet lips.
Martin smiled back down at her, then thrust his finger deeper, moving it in circles inside her cunt so that he could ream the walls of her pussy gently. She loved it.
"That's nice, Martin, sooo nice."
"Are you ready for my cock?" he asked, stumbling over the last word. He wanted to use it, because he knew that the short, sharp word would only add to their excitement, but he still wasn't used to speaking this way in front of women.
"God yes, I'm ready," Honey moaned with a great deal of feeling. If he only knew how ready she was.
He spread her legs and looked down, taking in the glorious sight of her naked cunt. There were several sticky rivulets of cream running down the inside of her thighs, while her slit itself was absolutely bursting with juice.
"Now," she whispered. "Fuck mc now, Martin, fuck my cunt now."
He leaned forward, cock in hand, and slipped inside her cunt. Almost immediately he found himself lost in a positively incredible whir'wind of sensation that was more intense than he had ever known. The oil was incredible; it made their skin flow together in a way that Martin could only half understand. He was almost inside her, or at least so it seemed to him at the time.
"God."
"I know," she said.
They shoved into each other, slipping and sliding as they flowed into one another. With each thrust Martin slid his stomach all over her torso, drinking in all the pulsing excitement that was passing between them.
There was no way it could last more than a few seconds; the sensations were too intense, their excitement too powerful.
"Ohhhh, Martin. God, I can't hold back."
"Don't baby, let it come. Let it happen."
She did just that, and less than a minute after he had first shoved his cock into her she exploded wildly, spilling every drop of juice that had been gathering deep inside her cunt all day.
"Ohhhhhhh Martin!" she gushed, unable to contain herself.
"UUUUUGGGGGHHH!" he groaned, pulling his cock from her cunt at the last possible instant and shooting his cum all over her glistening body. Again and again he spurted, covering her with his sizzling juice, until finally he slumped back down on top of her body. They lay without moving for five minutes, and then finally Honey spoke.
"Martin?"
"Mmmmm."
"There's something I think I ought to tell you."
"What's that?" He could tell that she was suddenly getting nervous.
"Well, I think you're going to like it, but I still feel kind of bad about deceiving you. You see, I'm not really a stripper at all."
"What do you mean?"
Then Honey blurted it all out, telling him everything that had transpired from the time she had first come up with the idea of exchanging places with her sister, until now.
"That's a crazy story," he said when she had finished.
"Don't you believe me?"
"Of course I do."
"Good."
She snuggled up close to him. Somehow she felt better than ever now. It was good to let someone in on her secret; she didn't expect it to really change things between them, but it was good that he knew.
"You're amazing," Martin whispered, but there was a smile on his face a mile wide that made it perfectly cleaar that he was happy. But something was beginning to tug at him, something that he couldn't quite define. What she had told him had, in some small way he couldn't quite put a finger on, changed things between them. It had opened up possibilities that hadn't been there a few hours ago.
He would have to think about it.
CHAPTER TEN
When Linda closed the door after Lorie's surprise visit she was trembling. She had been totally unprepared to see the other woman, and now she was certain that Lorie was suspicious.
Taking a long pull from her third gin and tonic of the afternoon she looked in the mirror and felt more confident. Then the doorbell rang again.
"This is it,' she whispered, finishing the drink and turning to answer the door. Her heart was pounding, but now she was ready. She opened the door.
"You Mrs. Grantham?" a young man in white coveralls asked her. His eyes got a little larger when he saw what she was wearing, but he didn't give any other indication that there was anything unusual going on. Linda noticed that his name was embroidered on his uniform.
"That's me. Come on in, Jeremy." She turned and walked up the short flight of stairs into the living room. As she moved in front of him she could feel his young, eager eyes burning into her back as her ass moved from side to side beneath the sheer material of her gown.
"Where is it?" Jeremy asked when they got to the living room.
"Jeremy," Linda said, turning and facing him when they were in the living room. "There's nothing wrong with the washing machine."
He swallowed visibly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Linda moved a step closer to him, and he swallowed once again, trying desperately to keep from staring at her tits. It wasn't easy.
"That's all right, Jeremy," she said in a low, husky voice. "You can stare at my body. Why do you think I wore this?"
Jeremy didn't say anything. He wasn't sure he could speak; this was only his second week on the job, and nothing like this had ever happpened before.
"I, ahhh"
"Shhhhh." She reached out and placed a slim finger across his lips. "Ill pay you whatever a normal repair costs, so you won't get in any trouble. Now just relax."
She offered him a drink, which he took gratefully with both hands. Then she calmly let her gown fall to the floor.
Jeremy could feel his heart pounding madly, and his cock was already beginning to come alive. He had only been laid once in his life, and that had been a drunken free for all in the back seat of his parent's car.
Linda stepped forward. She was still nervous, but with each second she felt more power, more control coming to her. She knew her body was beautiful, and everything that Jeremy was doing only reinforced that awareness. She could feel her nipples growing tighter and harder with each second, and there was a tingling dampness between her legs that was driving her crazy.
It took her fifteen seconds to undress Jeremy, and what she saw when she was finished made her breathe a sigh of relief and thankfulness.
His cock was perfect; big, long and hard. Veins were bulging just beneath his tight-drawn skin, and she knew that he was ready for anything.
She closed her fingers over his cock, squeezing him gently while she rubbed up against his chest with her tits.
"Jesus," Jeremy murmured. He didn't know what to do. This woman was incredible; she was almost like a beautiful witch, so powerful was the spell she had him under.
But he knew she wasn't a witch; she was just a hot, bored housewife. Where she differed from other housewives, though, was in the fact that there wasn't an ounce of excess fat anywhere on her body.
"Go ahead, Jeremy. Touch me." He reached out, fingers almost trembling, and let his hands cup her tits. They were warm and soft, except for her nipples.
"Mmmmmmm, that's nice, Jeremy," she whispered, beginning to pull up and down on his cock. She knew that she was totally in control now, and it made her feel more excited than ever. "Suck my tits; Jeremy," she whispered, and a moment later his lips were all over her nipples.
"Ohhh yeah, baby, that's it. That's nice. Soooooo nice."
She began to move against his body, grinding and- thrusting, shoving her cunt against his hips, letting him know in every way imaginable that she was going to give him an afternoon that he would remember for the rest of his life.
Finally she broke free and led him across the room to the large, velvet couch against the far wall. There she stretched out like a cat while he stood over her, staring down as if he was uncertain as to what she wanted of him.
Linda spread her legs, revealing the rich moistness of her pussy. She could feel his eyes boring into her slit, and she knew without asking that he had never been able to look at a woman's pussy like she was letting him look at hers.
"You like it?" she whispered, massaging herself until her clit became visible, a red, fiery button beneath a tiny hood of pink skin.
"Are you kidding?" Jeremy managed to gasp. He was totally flabbergasted. He'd never seen anything, or anyone, quite like this.
"Eat me, then, Jeremy. Eat my pussy."
She spread her legs even wider, then held out both her hands, bringing his head down until his lips came crashing into the wet warmth of her pussy.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, that's it, Jeremy." Jeremy couldn't believe it. This whole thing was incredible, and yet he knew it was really happening. The taste and feel of her cunt made him certain that it was no dream.
He let his tongue go wild inside her, darting and flicking far within her pulsing cunt walls. He could feel her responding to everything that he did, and he let those responses guide his ministrations. Sometimes he used his tongue like a cock, forcing it deeper and deeper into her slit, spreading her lips as wide as possible so that his moist probe could ream out the dripping walls of her pussy.
Other times he pulled back and just flicked gently across her cut, lapping up the juices that never stopped flowing from her pussy. She began to thrust up against him when he did this, moaning in frustration and excitement.
"Harder, Jeremy, use your jaw, baby, use your jaw."
At first he wasn't sure what she meant, but finally he caught on. On one of her upward thrusts he pushed back as hard as he could, grinding firmly against her open pussy, giving her clit as much action as he could produce.
"Uuuuuuuhhhhh. Ohhh, shit, baby, that's it. That's it!"
He suddenly reached out and grabbed her legs, forcing them back and over her head. Then he jammed his tongue more deeply than ever into her straining, churning cunt.
Linda couldn't stand it any more. She wanted his cock inside her, and she wasn't going to wait another second.
"Jesus, fuck me now! Fuck my cunt, Jeremy, fuck my cunt!"
It was all the invitation Jeremy needed. He grabbed his own cock and guided it toward her sloppy, dripping slit. Then, without so much as a single hesitation, he drove his meat home, slamming it all the way to the very back of her pussy with a single stroke.
"Yesssss!"
Immediately they began to thrash annd kick, charging into each other like wild animals. Her cunt was alive, wrapping tightly around Jeremy's cock, squeezing and pulling on it in ways that he had never imagined were possible.
"Ohhhhhh, shit, Jeremy, make me come. I want it, baby, make me come!"
He was certainly going to do his level best; that much was for sure.
He pummeled her again and again, jabbing so hard that he was almost sure his cock was going to hurt her. But if it did, she didn't let him know about it. In fact, with each succeeding thrust she only seemed to get more excited, moaning and grinding against him as if the world were going to come to an end at any moment.
Then suddenly she lifted her ass completely up from the couch and, in a single quick motion, twisted around so that she was on all fours in front of him. Jeremy couldn't believe how quickly she had completed the maneuver, and it baffled him even more to think that she had done it without ever letting his cock slip from her cunt.
"Hard, Jeremy, fuck me like a dog!"
He couldn't wait to make her request become a reality. Before the words were out of her mouth he was already slamming into' her from the rear, holding on to her soft, white ass cheeks with both hands while his prick smashed in and out of her cunt.
"Ohhhh, yeah! Ohhh fuck!" she rasped.
Linda leaned down, letting her dangling tits brush against the soft velvet beneath her, rubbing her nipples like a cat. His cock felt like a bulldozer inside her squirming, wriggling pussy. She could feel herself beginning to rage and churn, and she knew that it wouldn't be long until her entire cunt boiled Over.
"You can do it, Jeremy, you can make it happen! Keep fucking me!"
Her breath was coming in short, wrenching gasps now, but she hardly noticed it. The only thing she was really aware of was the driving, foaming excitement that was consuming her pussy.
"God, ohhhh, shit, I'm gonna come! I can feel it. Ohhh shit, FUCK I'M-AAAAAGGGHHH!"
She arched her back and froze, every muscle in her entire body straining tautly. Jeremy could feel her cunt slamming shut oh his cock, and after a few seconds he could see her hot cream forcing its way past his prick.
Then he exploded as well.
"UUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!"
He closed his eyes and felt his cock spurt into her churning, wriggling pussy. Again and again he jetted his hot cum into her cunt, filling her with his sticky seed, until finally he was exhausted, Honey was soaking in the bathtub in her dressing room an hour before the first show of the evening. She felt totally relaxed and happy; it seemed to her that the unlikely romance that was developing with Martin was going to be good for her, sspecially now that he knew the truth about her.
But where was it going to lead? She knew she shouldn't even be thinking in such terms, but she couldn't help it. She really liked Martin a lot. Just then there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Alex."
Alex was the manager of the club, and before she had a chance to say anything he opened the door and came into the room, locking it behind him.
"Hey!"
"Shut up. I wanna have a talk with you."
"You could at least let me get dressed."
"Shut up."
Alex was a short man with sharp, piercing eyes.
He could be extraordinarily friendly at times, but when he was angry he was almost impossible to deal with. Right now it was evident that he was angry. "I know who you are."
Honey froze. She wasn't certain what he meant, but she had a sinking feeling that he really had found out about her.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You know good and fucking well what I mean, Vera."
That settled it. If he knew her real name, then he must have found out everything.
"AH right. So you found out. What's the big deal? I've done the job, haven't I?"
"That doesn't matter. You and your sister are in big legal trouble. She signed a contract."
He was obviously enjoying himself. Honey wasn't certain how she should react to all this, but he gave her a clue by looking very pointedly at her tits, which were just beneath the surface of the water. Honey took a deep breath; she knew what she was going to have to do.
Without saying anything else she stood up, letting the water glisten all over her naked body. She could see his eyes running quickly all over her, and she knew that her only real hope was to use her one weapon.
"Don't you think we can talk about this, Alex," she said, towelling herself dry in a way that made her tits bounce and jiggle all over her chest. The sight caused him to lick his lips.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, but it was clear from the sly look in his eyes that he knew perfectly well what she was getting at. To make it even more clear she walked over to him and stood, her tits practically touching his chest, her eyes directly in line with his.
"Look, I've only got two more nights here. If you just relax, maybe ..." she hesitated, hating herself, but then continued speaking. "Maybe we can have a good time."
Alex stared at her. Then, without saying anything else, he reached up and grabbed her tits roughly with both hands.
"I'm not promising anything," he growled, "but if you're good. Well..." He let his voice trail off.
Honey was good. In fact, she was better than good. She gave him the best fuck of his life without any more delay.
"Come here," she whispered, pulling him toward the couch. "Let's see how good I am."
Alex was in pig heaven. He couldn't believe his good fortune. He'd been in the business a long time, but nothing as good as this had ever happened to him. And he intended to milk his advantage for all it was worth.
"Suck my cock, baby. That's the first order of the day."
She nodded. Then she undressed him as quickly as possible. His cock wasn't particularly long, but it was thick and hard.
Dropping to her knees in front of him, she reached out with both hands and held onto his prick, moving slowly up and down over the tight skin.
"I said suck it," he growled, grabbing her head and pulling it down until her lips were touching his meat.
Honey knew that there wasn't any margin for error now. She wasn't certain how much trouble she and Shawna could really get into over what they had done but she didn't really want to find out. It would be much better to keep Alex happy.
She opened her mouth and began to descend on his cock, forcing it into the tight, clinging wetness of her mouth and throat.
"Yeah, that's it. Now suck it."
She pushed all the way down, feeling his throbbing presence move deeper and deeper into her throat. Once she almost gagged, but she managed to hide it from him. Finally her hot lips came in contact with the short, wiry hair at the base of his cock and she knew she had done it. But of course it was just the beginning.
"All right, Honey. Now let's see what you can do with that tongue of yours."
Honey began to flick her tongue across the tiny ridge just below the head of his cock, running back and forth with a lightness designed to drive him crazy. She knew it was the most sensitive spot on his cock, and she intended to make use of it. "Not bad," he admitted. "Let's see what else you can do."
Obviously he liked it, but he wasn't being totally carried away. Quickly Honey switched tactics and began to move her mouth up and down, swirling her tongue in spirals around his cock while she sucked on him.
"All right! Yeah, do it, baby, do it!"
He began to thrust into her mouth, watching his cock plunge in and out of her perfect lips. Jesus, she was one beautiful bitch! He could hardly stand the excitement she was giving him.
"That's enough," he said finally, pulling his cock out of her mouth. It was wet and slick, covered with her saliva. She looked up and managed a wet smile. So far, so good.
"You got any of that oil you use in your act?"
She nodded.
"Get it."
Honey wasn't thrilled with this development. Somehow using the oil was something special, and she didn't see how she could enjoy it with Alex. But she knew better than to argue.
"All right, baby, now I'm gonna show you a new way to use that stuff. Turn around and get on your knees."
She did as she was told, though at first she wasn't certain what he had in mind. It didn't take her long to find out.
"Open wide," Alex said, chortling gleefully as he reached down and spread apart her ass cheeks. He could feel his cock beginning to throb wildly as he got his first good look at her asshole.
"Beautiful," he whispered. It was pink and tight, with little wrinkles around the rim of her sphincter. He poured some of the oil into her crack above, and watched it trickle slowly down.
Honey closed her eyes. Now she understood what he was going to do, and she was afraid. She had never gotten it in the ass before, and the thought of his thick meat wedging its way into her tight hole made her stomach do flip flops.
"Be careful," she whispered.
Alex just laughed. Then he reached out and began to rub the oil into Honey's asshole, taking his time at first, making certain that all the surrounding skin was completely moist before he finally slipped one finger into her hole.
"Ohhhhh," she groaned. It hurt, and she knew that his finger was only one tenth the size of his cock.
"Just relax, kid. It won't hurt that way."
She tried to relax, but it was impossible. She wished Martin were her, or Shawna, or anybody else for that matter. It occurred to her to get up and run, but in the end she realized that she would only be making things more difficult for herself and Shawna by doing such a thing.
Alex worked his finger in deeper and deeper, twisting and swirling it so that the oil was transported all the way into her asshole. He could feel her tension, and he knew that what he was doing couldn't be pleasant for Honey, but he didn't care. In fact, if anything the realization that she was tight and nervous only made him enjoy it more.
Finally he let his finger slide out of her. With his other hand he then took some more oil and spread it all over her ass cheeks, making them as smooth and slippery as he could.
"Lookin' good, kid. Lookin' good." Honey just closed her eyes and waited. She knew that it was terribly important for her to relax, but somehow her muscles just didn't want to respond to her mind's wishes.
Alex started to move on to the next stage himself, but then decided it would be more fun if Honey did it for him.
"Turn around, kid. That's it. Now put some of this all Over my cock. Better do a good job."
Honey rubbed oil into his throbbing prick until the entire shaft glistened and sparkled. She would have kept on rubbing in the oil, stalling as long as she could, except that he grew impatient.
"All right. That's enough. Now turn around again."
Honey took a deep breath and did as she was told. When she was once again on all fours she did everything she could to make herself relax, but nothing worked. Finally she just braced herself for the inevitable. "Hang on, kid."
Alex took his cock in his hand and guided it down until his bulbous cockhead was resting directly against her asshole. Looking at it, the idea that his cock would actually fit into her asshole seemed ridiculous. But he knew that she was big enough to handle him because she loved fucking and sucking.
He pushed forward.
"Ohhhhh, God."
"Shut up. Relax."
Honey felt like someone was trying to ram a forearm up her asshole. The head of his cock was as big around as a fist.
Alex grabbed her asscheeks with both hands and spread them wide, forcing her asshole to give way just a little bit. He was able to get his cockhead inside her at last.
"Uuuuhhh," she whimpered, but this time she kept her voice so low that it was almost inaudible. She knew that it would do absolutely no good at all to antagonize Alex at this point.
He pushed again. She could feel her muscles giving way grudgingly, spreading ever so slowly to allow his meat entry into her body.
"Jesus, kid. You're tight"
Alex loved it, though. He had never felt such sweet, intense pressure on his cock before in his life. It seemed like there were a thousand rubber bands inside her ass, all of them squeezing his cock, trying to milk his cum.
At last he was all the way inside. For a long moment he held still, savoring the sweet feeling of her ass holding onto his cock, and then he began to pump.
The strokes were slow at first, each thrust only moving his cock a little bit. But as her muscles finally relaxed he was able to move more fully in and out of her ass, until finally his cock was sliding over its full length.
"Ohhhhhh, God."
Honey hated to admit it, but now that she had finally relaxed, the sensations he was giving her were not at all uncomfortable. In fact, she felt like she could probably come this way if he could just hold on for a little bit longer.
But Alex had no intention of holding on any longer than was absolutely necessary. As soon as the hot cum started to bubble up inside his shaft, he released every muscle inside himself and let his cock explode, shooting huge wads of sticky cum into her asshole. For a full minute he shot his load, until finally he pulled his cock out and, without another word, got dressed and left the room.
Honey got back into the bathtub. As soon as it had ended she had started feeling miserable. For a few moments it had been pleasurable, but now that it was finished she couldn't face the prospect of doing it again.
The longer she soaked in the tub, the more she came to realize that she never wanted Alex to put his cock inside her again.
She was going to have to do something.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Dear Martin, I hate to disappear like this without saying goodbye to you, but I can't help it. Alex found out about who I really am, and I'm afraid the situation just became unbearable. Besides, I don't think I'm really cut out for my sister's kind of life anyway. If you're ever in New York I'll be glad to see you. Till then, take care of yourself."
Martin read the note for the thousandth time in three days. It was getting crumpled and messy, but it didn't really matter. He had it memorized.
Looking at his watch, he realized with some surprise that it was getting late. Almost seven. Where was Lorie? He sighed, realizing that the question bored him. It was Saturday night, but there wasn't going to be any party. With Honey gone, there was no point in it.
Taking another sip from his drink, Martin cursed himself for being a fool. He was acting like a lovesick adolescent; his mind was positively filled with thoughts of going to New York and finding Honey. It would be so easy-a quick call to the airpqrt, a few hours on a plane, then a taxicab to the address she had left him.
But what about Lorie?
She had been disgustingly nice the last few days, but they had both known it was just an act. There was no real love between them now anyway, though, so it didn't really matter.
Martin wondered vaguely if he loved Honey, but then dismissed the question as irrelevent. He knew he cared for her a lot, and he knew that she made him happy. Beyond that he didn't know anything.
He poured himself another drink.
At that moment Lorie was celebrating. She had been celebrating all afternoon, but she was just reaching her peak now. She was in a hotel room, and there were two men with her. One was Alex, and the other was Howard Grantham. All three of them were drunk, but Lorie clearly had the other two outdistanced in that department.
"Tell me again," she said, giggling with delight as she lay back on the bed. "Tell me how you butt-fucked her, Alex."
"I've got better idea."
"Wha'stha'?"
"Let me show you how I did it."
Lorie looked at him through blurry eyes. Alex was a little jerk; normally she wouldn't consider fucking him at all. But right now she would fuck anybody.
"I got a better idea than that," she said.
"What?"
"Look."
She stood up unsteadily and pulled off her clothes. When she was completely naked she picked up their bottle of champagne and stretched out on the bed. Then with both of them looking hungrily at her body, she spread her legs and inserted the head of the bottle in her cunt.
"Watch closely, gentlemen."
Suddenly she thrust her cunt up in the air and, at the same time, lifted the end of the bottle so that its contents flowed into her cunt.
"Come 'n get it," she said at last, pulling the neck of the bottle out of her cunt. She could feel the liquid bubbling inside her, and within a second of the time she pulled it out, she could feel a foamy trickle running down the inside her legs.
Alex and Howard practically fell over each other trying to get to her cunt. It was incredible to see the champagne flowing out of her slit.
Howard got there first, mashing his face into her cunt, licking and sucking as if there were no tomorrow.
Alex positioned himself near her tits, and while she moaned and groaned beneath him he pulled off his pants, revealing his cock for the first time. Not too surprisingly, it was already hard and throbbing.
"Mmmmm, come here," she moaned, reaching up and pulling his prick down toward her mouth. "So this is it, huh? The cock that did a number on good 'ol Honey. Your friend and mine."
She took it in her mouth, while at the same time she used her free hand to play with his balls, kneading and squeezing them mercilessly.
"You do it better than she did," Alex lied. He was far too drunk to care about the truth.
"Course I do."
He began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth. She just opened up and let it happen, doing as little as necessary so she could concentrate on what Howard was doing to her cunt below.
Howard had finished licking up all of the champagne, and was now concentrating on repeating the whole process. He had pulled his head back so that he could get a good view of her slit, and was now pushing the champagne bottle back in between her pussy lips.
"Nice," he whispered. He could see her cunt spreading to make room for the bottle, and after a few seconds the neck was four inches inside her.
He grabbed the base of the bottle and lifted, and almost immediately the champagne bubbled back into her cunt.
"Mmmmmmm, tha's good," Lorie said.
She began to writhe and twist on the end of the bottle, so he didn't pull it out. Instead, he started shoving it in and out of her slit like it was a cock. The champagne inside began to bubble and froth more than ever from the increased turbulence, and it was evident that Lorie loved it.
Finally Howard pulled the bottle out and watched as her entire cunt began to foam crazily, white champagne mixing with her own juices to make a wild combination that frothed and flowed madly.
After that Howard and Alex somehow managed to get Lorie on all fours. Then Howard stretched out beneath her while Alex positioned himself behind her.
"Come on Lorie. Don't you want my cock in your cunt?" He thrust upward, rubbing his prick against her foaming pussy.
"Sure," she smiled. All the activity was sobering her up just a little; enough, at least, so that she could enjoy what was happening to her. She pushed down with her cunt, and felt his cock slither into her.
From behind Alex moved forward, prick in his hand, and positioned it against her asshole. There wouldn't be much room inside with the pressure coming from Howard's cock in her cunt, but he was sure he could get it in if he just tried hard enough.
It turned out to be surprisingly easy.
Lorie was so relaxed that even her asshole wasn't tight, and when she realized what was happening she did everything she could to accommodate Alex.
A few moments later she was experiencing something that was new, even for her; one cock in her cunt and one in her asshole.
They all thrashed into each other for a few minutes. Lorie tried to grind effectively against both cocks, but found that she just couldn't coordinate her efforts enough to make it work.
Finally she gave up and held still, and a moment or two later Alex came in her asshole, followed almost immediately by Howard in her cunt. With a silly giggle she collapsed on the bed and closed her eyes.
Martin looked at his watch. It was almost midnight. He was still in the same chair, but he was sober now. He had stopped drinking at eight o'clock when he realized that it wasn't helping matters.
Where was Lorie? He had been asking himself the same question over and over again all night, but each time his mind ended up wandering away before he could give the question any serious consideration.
He couldn't stop thinking about Honey. It had been this way for three days, and only seemed to be getting worse. Stop it! he told himself, but it was no use.
Suddenly he realized that he didn't want to stop it. He wanted to think about Honey because if he couldn't be with her, it was the next best thing.
But he could be with her.
Suddenly Martin began to relax. He wasn't sure what it was, but something had just clicked inside his mind. Everything seemed simple and clear-why had he made such a big deal about it?
He reached for the phone and called the airport, then walked firmly upstairs to his bedroom. Ten minutes later he was standing at the front door taking a final inventory. He had his suitcase. He had his credit cards. He had his checkbook. What else did he need?
Nothing.
Nothing, of course, except Honey. And he would be with her tomorrow. Right now that was all he was going to worry about. There would be time enough later to worry about the future.
